#annebd

"come on, gp, faster," max huffs.

gp has him laid out on the bed, stretched out on his cock. he's slowly fucking in and out as max whines under him. max's hips rest on top of his, and he tries to flip them over by tugging at gp's waist with his thighs. but gp doesn't budge, raising up on his knees and yanking him up and deeper onto his cock.

max squirms again. "please, come on."

gp keeps his thrusts slow, tries to enjoy the drag of max's walls against his dick. "i thought you said i can go as slow as i want today," he says.

"yes, but-" max stutters on a gasp as gp's cock grazes his prostate, "-but i thought you will let me touch."

max doesn't like to be tied up, but he's very good at following orders, especially when it's gp giving them. so when max first reached down to wrap his fingers around his dick, gp had batted them away, saying he can't touch himself tonight. since then, max's been holding onto the pillow under his hips, desperately trying to be good for gp.

"well, you thought wrong then," gp replies, continuing to leisurely fuck into him. max whines again, clenching his hands in the pillowcase.

max is silent for a moment, and gp thinks he's calmed down, until max starts rocking his hips onto gp's, fucking himself faster on his cock.

"max, stop," gp moans, holding his hips to slow him down.

it doesn't stop him though, and max ups his thrusts, changing the angle so the head of gp's dick rubs on his prostate.

gp doesn't know what possesses him, then. max's cock is right in front of him, red and wet with precome, untouched and bobbing up and down with the force of his thrusts.

he slaps it — not hard — just a wet smack on the shaft.

max gasps, his plush lips falling into an 'o' as he freezes in place.

"max, i'm s-" gp rushes to apologize, but max interrupts him.

"do it again," he breathes out, face flushed in a stunned expression.

"what?"

max looks away, panting and squirming again. "i- i liked it. do it again," he says, "please."

gp does it again, this time slapping closer to the tip, then watches as max's cock kicks, blurting out more precome.

"fuck," max moans, starting to rock his hips again. "again, please. on my- on my balls now."

groaning, gp brings his hand down onto max's balls, a little harder now, and suddenly— max is coming, moaning and clenching on his dick. gp watches in fascination as max's cock shoots come over his stomach, his chest. his own dick throbs, and he starts slowly rocking his hips.

rico taps on max's name in his contacts, starting a call. it's been barely a week since they've last seen each other, but what can he do? he misses his boyfriend.

it feels almost giddy, thinking about max as his boyfriend. it's still such a new thing for both of them. and the occasional long distance doesn't help it either. but rico is determined to make it work, they both are.

the call rings and rings, and for a moment rico thinks it will go unanswered, before the incoming call screen changes to the view of max's apartment.

it's not max who answers the call, though.

a cat - jimmy or sassy, rico doesn't know - is staring down at him through the screen, looking unimpressed and even annoyed.

"um, hi?" rico says dumbly. "are you... is max there?"

jimmy or sassy continues to stare at him silently, tail flicking side to side. right, it's not like it could answer him.

obviously rico knows about max's cats, he'd heard stories about them, seen hundreds of pictures of them - on instagram or shown by max himself - but he hasn't had the chance to meet them in person yet.

a moment later, the second cat steps into the frame two, now both of them staring down at him.

rico gets the same feeling like when he went to his first girlfriend's house to meet her parents. they had the exact same unimpressed, judging looks like the cats have right now.

"listen, I know we haven't met before..." rico starts awkwardly. what is he doing? he should just hang up and call another time.

"but I really like max, okay? I want it to be serious with us...so uh- please don't hate me?" rico says. "I had a cat growing up, I'll be very good eithwith you guys... and max too, I promi-"

"rico?" max's voice rings out somewhere off-sceen.

a second later, he max steps into frame, hair wet, a white t-shirt clinging to his torso. he bends down to pick up the phone.

"what are you doing?" max asks, confused.

"I was calling you and the cats picked up the call," rico replies, huffing a laugh.

max's face lights up. "oh! they like to hit my phone with their paws sometimes," he says, miming batting is hand at the screen, "they never accepted calls before, though... not that I know of."

"they didn't tell me anything embarrassing about you, don't worry," rico chuckles.

max laughs, eyes squinting shut with the force of his smile. "that's good, they probably saw me do a lot of embarrassing things. what did you talk about then, while I was in the shower?"

rico humms, "nothing. they were judging me, mostly."

"yeah, they like to do that too, especially sassy," max replies, petting one of the cats - sassy, rico assumes.

"do you think they will like me?" rico blurts out, "when i come visit?" it's important, max's cats liking him.

max's expression softens. "they of course will," he says, smiling down at him. "i will tell them all about how lovely you are."

"okay," rico breathes out.

"but," max pauses, "they don't know that you are not actually tiny, like in the screen," he pinches his fingers.

rico smirks. "maybe you should tell them how big I am."

max flushes, spluttering, "i- you- they don't need to know that."