#taoris

It was always late when Yifan returned from work, and Zitao hated it. He would be hungry, tired, and lonely, waiting by the front door for his beloved partner, his owner, to return to him.

Tonight was no different, as Zitao is curled up amongst his favourite blankets in the middle of the hallway. He rolls onto his back, sighing in annoyance as he re-adjusts himself, half-transformed, with only his ears and tail on display, the rest of his body human. He lifts his wrist to check the time on his watch, and throws his arm back dramatically as he sees just how late it is.

“10:30? He said he would be home by 9 at the very latest.” Zitao whines, stifling a yawn and rubbing his eyes.

He tries to fight off his sleepiness, though his eyes flutter shut no matter how hard he works to stay awake.

“I want my ge ge…” He whimpers, knowing that if he falls asleep alone, he will have a nightmare, he always does, without Yifan by his side to protect him.

Though try as he might, Zitao’s eyes will not stay open, and although he is anxious, he slips into a deep slumber, alone, falling fast into the same nightmare that plagues his mind every time this happens.

———

Zitao is alone, on the side of a dirt road in complete cat-form. There is nothing but desert either side of him, he is lost and his voice is hurting from crying so hard.

“Fan-ge?” He sobs, “Where are you?”

He begins to walk along the road in one direction, but with each step that he takes, the road stretches out by another metre, taking him further and further away from civilisation, from his love, and it terrifies him.

“Yifan!” He cries out, “I need you!”

———

“Taozi, my sweet boy… I’m here, please wake up, baobao I am here.”

Zitao is groggy as he is shaken from his sleep, and pulled into the arms of his much bigger partner. Yifan strokes his hair, attempting to soothe him as he comes to, shaking and crying, he grips tight to Yifan, fingertips like claws dug into his shirt.

“You left me.” Zitao blubbers, hiding his face in Yifan’s shirt.

“No, I didn’t.” Yifan replies, “I am sorry I came home so late, I should have called.”

Zitao nuzzles his face into Yifan’s chest, sighing deeply as he breathes in his scent, “I missed you, ge ge. I thought you were gone forever.”

Yifan takes two fingers under Zitao’s chin, lifting his head to meet his gaze, “I could never leave you, my sweet kitten…” He assures him, “I just got caught up at the studio, working on the song that you love so much.”

Zitao leans up to kiss Yifan, humming in content as his anxiety calms almost immediately. Yifan strokes his ears, chuckling as Zitao begins to purr happily.

“You are staying home tomorrow, right?” Zitao asks softly, his ears twitching as Yifan massages them.

“I’m all yours, my love.” Yifan hums, “Tonight, and tomorrow.”

Zitao’s content purrs increase in volume at this, and he rubs his nose into Yifan’s neck, “I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.”

Yifan chuckles, taking Zitao’s hands in his own, rubbing circles into his palms, radiating heat and comfort for the younger.

“Come, kitty. Let’s get you off the floor, alright? Have you eaten?” Yifan asks, as he stands and pulls Zitao up with him.

Zitao shakes his head, “Can’t eat without you, ge ge. Not hungry unless you’re home.”

Yifan sighs, dragging Zitao behind him in the direction of the kitchen, “My love, you are so skinny, you need to eat while I am out, too.”

Zitao nods, leaning back against the counter as Yifan hurriedly searches through the refrigerator for the meal that he had prepared last night. Zitao knows that he should eat, but he just never wants to, not without his owner beside him.

“Please, baby… eat.” Yifan urges the younger, pulling the bowl from the microwave and fetching a set of chopsticks for each of them, “I’m eating too, see? We’re sharing.”

“Yes, ge ge, thank you.” Zitao nods, still pouting as he takes the first bite of the noodles that Yifan had made.

Between mouthfuls, Yifan presses kisses to Zitao’s face, along his cheek, jawline and up to his ears, nibbling gently on the soft fur, and laughing at the way Zitao cringes as he does this. He knows that Zitao has been struggling with his food intake lately, it always gets worse when Yifan has to spend so much time at the studio, leaving Zitao at home all day, he feels awfully guilty, but he has to make a living to support them both, so has no choice.

Zitao finds it easier to eat when he is getting all the positive attention that Yifan gives him. Purring contentedly, with the occasional chirping meow, he manages to get through most of his food before placing his chopsticks down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I love you, my kitten. Thank you for eating, I know that it is hard.” Yifan praises him, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose and laughing as Zitao flusters to his touch.

“I love you, too.” Zitao replies, hiding his face behind his hands.

Yifan stands up from the table, placing the dishes in the sink, before returning to Zitao and taking his hands again.

“Are you tired, kitten? We can go and rest if you would like?” He asks.

“Not sleepy,” Zitao sighs, leaning into Yifan’s shoulder as he stands up to be with him, “Still feel yucky after my nightmare, ge ge.”

“Cuddles then, instead?” Yifan suggests.

Zitao nods eagerly, wrapping his arms around Yifan’s waist, wanting to make up for lost time, as he would be happy to spend all day every day in his embrace, and not be stuck at home alone.

“Come then, my love.” Yifan offers, taking Zitao’s hands and leading him out of the kitchen.

As they walk together to their bedroom, Yifan lets go of Zitao’s hands and takes his waist instead. Walking behind him, he has a clear view of his tail, hanging over the top of the shorts he is wearing, and his cute black ears, sticking out of his black, messy undercut hair.

When they reach their room, Zitao flops onto the mattress, before rolling onto his back and curling his feet up at his chest. Yifan stares down at him for a moment, before joining him too, choosing to lay next to him on his side, with his hand on the younger’s chest.

“Do you need to switch, Taozi?” Yifan asks, “have you been halfway all day?”

Zitao shakes his head, having spent a few hours in his full-form, he is comfortable as he is right now, happy to only have his tail and ears on show, “I’m fine, is this okay?” He asks softly.

“It’s more than fine, baobei,” Yifan hums, “You look so pretty like this.”

Zitao blushes at his words, “You really think so?” He asks, with a hint of apprehension.

Yifan reaches over to comb his fingers through Zitao’s hair, tickling his ears before moving his hand to his nape, pulling him closer to kiss him on the lips. The kiss leaves Zitao breathless, and though it was gentle, it stirred something inside him that was preparing him for what is to come.

“I do, kitten… you know that I do.” Yifan replies, “God, I can’t keep my fucking hands off you.”

Zitao giggles, because of course he knows this, his half-form drives his owner wild, and after spending all day alone, he is dying for the attention that he knows he will receive.

“Then don’t, Daddy.” Zitao purrs, putting on his cute act, using the name that Yifan dies for, “I’m here for you to touch, aren’t I?”

Yifan lets out a low growl, as he moves to kiss along Zitao’s jawline and down his neck, the vibrations from Zitao’s purrs send shockwaves through Yifan’s body. His hands move to the hem of Zitao’s shirt, slipping under the fabric, Zitao sits so that Yifan can pull it up and over his head.

“All mine, my kitten, fuck you’re just gorgeous…” Yifan breathes, hands now roaming the younger’s chest.

“I love you.” Zitao murmurs, reaching to remove Yifan’s shirt as well, nails grazing across his bare chest, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Yifan moves to position himself between Zitao’s legs, kissing him from his neck and down his chest, Zitao runs his fingers through Yifan’s long black hair, purring softly as he revels in the affection he is given.

“So beautiful for me, kitten…” Yifan coos, nibbling at the skin at Zitao’s hips, before moving further down to mouth at his clothed cock, already hardening under the pressure.

“Daddy… I want you.” Zitao whimpers, as Yifan gently bites at his erection.

Yifan hooks his fingers under the elastic waistband of Zitao’s shorts, grabbing his underwear too before he pulls them down his legs. His cock is fully hard, and Yifan stares at him hungrily, enamoured by the way his tail is curled over his hip, on display.

“Daddy wants you too, kitten.” Yifan replies, pressing kisses up his thighs until he reaches his cock, pausing to inspect it, red, hard, twitching as his mouth gets closer, “God, you really do want me, don’t you baobei?”

Zitao nods, eyes sparkling as he looks down at Yifan, just as he takes a hand to the younger’s cock, stroking it gently as he brings his mouth to the tip. Zitao mewls, whining purrs escape him as Yifan takes in his whole length, his hand reaching under him to his ass, teasing his hole before slowly inserting one long, slender finger.

He is tight, and Yifan’s fingers are huge, but his cock is bigger, and Zitao knows that he needs to relax so he can be worked up to take it. He keeps his mind focused on how good it feels when Yifan sucks his cock, and he steadies his breathing in preparation for the second finger that Yifan is about to add.

Yifan lifts his head to watch Zitao’s expression as his second finger enters him, biting down hard on his lip as he winces through the pain.

“You’re doing so well, kitten, you’re almost ready, I can feel it.” Yifan praises him, as he makes his way back up Zitao’s body to kiss his lips, swollen from biting, while Yifan’s are swollen from blowing his cock.

Zitao nods, urgently needing more, as Yifan pulls his fingers from him, and guides him to roll over onto his stomach. Zitao leans on his elbows, ass up and on display for his partner, and as Yifan grabs at the flesh, Zitao’s tail curls around his wrist.

“Are you ready for me, my sweet Taozi?” Yifan asks, fingers pressing into the younger’s ass for final preparation.

“Please, Daddy…” Zitao pleads, his tail wrapping tighter around Yifan’s wrist, “Please fuck me.”

Zitao watches over his shoulder as Yifan lines himself up with his hole, “Deep breaths, kitten…” He urges, “You know that this part always stings, relax as best as you can for me.”

Zitao gulps as Yifan slowly pushes in just the tip, his eyes prick with tears as the stretch overwhelms him, but he pushes back on his partner, still wanting more despite the pain.

“Good kitty,” Yifan moans, “God, you feel so fucking good around Daddy’s cock.”

Zitao relaxes, praises helping to keep him calm, as Yifan’s hands settle at his hips, Zitao throws his head back in pleasure and Yifan picks up the speed, breath catching in his throat as he fucks the younger. Zitao takes him so well, easily adjusting to his massive size, he is a mess of moans and meows under him.

Yifan runs one hand up Zitao’s back, up his neck and combs his fingers through his hair. The other hand follows suit, though stops at his nape to grab it, pulling Zitao up so that his back is against Yifan’s chest. This new angle has Zitao crying out, leaning his head back onto Yifan’s shoulder, he wraps his tail around Yifan’s waist, knowing how much Yifan loves the feeling of the fur against his skin.

Yifan kisses up Zitao’s exposed neck, biting at the skin and nuzzling through his hair until he finds his soft, black ears, nibbling on them, licking them, just loving the way that Zitao convulses to his touch. Meowing louder with each thrust, his voice going hoarse as Yifan’s cock hits his prostate harder every time.

Zitao pushes back on Yifan’s cock, desperate for release as he is filled completely. Yifan moves a hand from Zitao’s hip, reaching forward to take his cock instead, Zitao’s hips buck at the feeling as Yifan strokes him.

“Does that feel good, baobei?” Yifan growls, nipping Zitao’s ear hard enough to make him .

“Fuck~” Zitao purrs, “Fuck yes, Daddy. I love it when you fuck me like this.”

Yifan strokes Zitao in sync with his thrusts, feeling his cock twitch with each ministration, he knows that Zitao will not last long, but he is surely not far off either.

“I love you, kitten, my sweet Taozi, I love you.” Yifan sighs, as Zitao turns his head to kiss his partner.

“Daddy, I… I’m not gonna last much longer.” Zitao whimpers, his tail flicking as his cock twitches in Yifan’s grip.

“Then cum for me, baby kitty…” Yifan urges, “Be a good kitten and cum for me.”

The praise sends Zitao over the edge, his body convulses as he releases, all over his partner’s hand and the mattress underneath him, panting moans of Yifan’s name as he fucks him through his high, only letting go of his cock once Zitao’s moans turn to cries of overstimulation.

“Daddy’s gonna cum too, kitten. Gonna fill your pretty ass, are you gonna take it?” Yifan moans, marking Zitao’s neck with lovebites.

“Mhmm,” Zitao mewls, “Please… fill me up, Daddy… kitten needs it.”

“Ah- fuck, fuck… fuck.” Yifan drops into English as he reaches peak, thrusting erratically into his partner as he shoots his load, overwhelmed with pleasure as he releases, breathing laboured through his intense orgasm.

Yifan slows to catch his breath, gently pulling out of Zitao and laying him down on the mattress. He collapses beside him, and pulls him into his chest, kissing him sweetly, over and over again.

“I love you, baobei.” Yifan hums, “So damn much.”

Zitao smiles, nuzzling his nose with Yifan’s, “I love you too. I’m sorry I miss you so much when you are at the studio.”

Yifan chuckles at this, running his hand through Zitao’s hair and tickling his ears.

“I’m glad you miss me, it makes me feel so loved.” Yifan replies, “I promise it will not be too many more late nights, okay?”

Zitao nods, covering his mouth while he yawns, “It’s okay, I know you are doing it for us. I just get lonely, that's all.”

Yifan pulls Zitao closer, kissing his forehead, as he listens to him and makes him feel heard.

“When I’m done, we should take a vacation, wherever you’d like. Does that sound nice?” Yifan asks.

“Really?” Zitao asks, his eyes wide and hopeful as Yifan nods, “I would love to.”