#waleseng

It had been a drunken ramble. Insecurity coming to the surface after alcohol melted away Arthur’s filter. Or so Dylan thought. But the next morning, he found his brother passed out on the floor of their magic lair, pantless, only a dress shirt covering him and a lump of clay beside him. Dylan knew that was no ordinary clay.

He cradled the clay in his hands. So much power right there. He looked over to Arthur all curled up and fast asleep. Like a little kitten.

Dylan had an idea. He rubbed the clay until it was nice and warm. Even the slightest touch seemed to affect Arthur as he whimpered in his sleep. Dylan couldn’t help but chuckle at the reactions. He was already so cute. And Dylan was only going to make him cuter.

For the next half-hour, he carved away at the clay, sculpting it perfectly with his magic until he had a small replica of Arthur except he had added cat ears, whiskers, and a tail. His creation finally complete, he looked over to Arthur to see if he had really transformed.

Arthur lay sprawled out, cheeks flushed and whiskered, cat ears protruding from his head, and a fluffy tail protruding from his lower back.

Dylan smirked, licking his lips hungrily. He murmured his own enchantment into the clay to add a bit more fun. Arthur’s cock sprung up, fully erect. Now he was perfect.

Arthur slowly opened his eyes, cracks of green exposed. He rolled onto his stomach and stretched out his arms, thrusting his butt into the air tail swaying slightly like a cat just awoken from its nap. He stood on all fours, stretching each leg before realizing just how hard he was. Arthur whined, crawling over to where Dylan was seated, rubbing his cheek against his knee.

“Awww…What a cute little kitten you make,” he cooed, scratching Arthur behind his cat ears. Arthur purred slightly butting his head further into Dylan’s hand. “And so affectionate. Maybe I should do this more often.”

Arthur whimpered again, eyes looking up at Dylan, hazy and pleading.

“You can still use your words, can’t you pet?” Dylan asked, scratching Arthur’s chin. Arthur’s purrs only grew louder, eyes fluttering closed, inhibition melting away.

“Please…Please, Master. Fuck me.”

The ‘Master’ was a nice touch he wasn't expecting. “Oh? Well, I think you have to do something for me first.”

Arthur tilted his head, eyes blinking slowly.

Dylan unbuckled his pants, pulling them and his underwear down letting his half-hard cock free. “Suck,” he commanded.

Arthur bit his lip, staring at the cock in front of him.

“Come now, be a good boy,” Dylan pressed gently.

Arthur licked his lips, positioning himself between Dylan's legs. He looked good there. Hands curling into Arthur’s hair, he pulled him closer. Arthur opened his mouth, tongue jutting out slightly as he took the tip of Dylan’s cock into his mouth.

Even his tongue felt like a cat's. A little coarse, but it felt good when it circled around Dylan's dick. He couldn't help but gasp, throwing his head back as his pet worked up and down his shaft. So the rumours he heard whispered amongst gossiping nations were true. Arthur had quite the talented mouth when you got him to shut up and take it.

Arthur licked along the underside of Dylan’s cock before finally taking the whole thing in his mouth. That new tongue was quite the sensation. At this rate, he wasn’t going to last long. He pushed Arthur away. Arthur looked up, tongue still hanging out, a bit of drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth.

Dylan smiled, thumbing away the drool, cradling Arthur’s jaw, admiring his pet’s honest, lust-filled expression. “So cute,” he mused, “Now for your reward.”

Arthur’s ears twitched, pupils widening.

Dylan patted his lap, and Arthur immediately jumped into it. Straddling his lap, Arthur couldn’t hold back anymore, grinding against Dylan's leg. Desperate for any kind of stimulation. Like he was in heat. If it was possible, it only turned Dylan on more.

“Now Now…Patience pet,” Dylan chastised, gripping Arthur’s hips firmly. “I don’t want to break you after all. At least not yet.”

Arthur’s dick twitched. Dylan smirked. “I suppose they don’t call you the ‘Erotic Ambassador’ for nothing, my pervy pet. You like it rough don’t you?”

The Brit just mewled.

Dylan gripped his hair tight, tugging him closer. Arthur let out a pained cry.

“Use your words,” Dylan demanded, whispering low in his ear.

“Yes.”

“Good. But I still need to prepare you. Fetch me the lube. I know you hide some in here.”

Arthur hung his head, cheeks flushing even darker as he climbed off Dylan’s lap. Even in this state, some of Arthur’s core personality still lingered. And Dylan wouldn’t have it any other way. An embarrassed Arthur was a cute Arthur. He grabbed a small vile from one of the usually locked drawers.

“Prepare yourself for me,” Dylan continued, “And make a show of it.”

Arthur bit his lip but eagerly obeyed. He poured the lube over his fingers, resting his other hand on Dylan’s shoulder to steady himself as he worked himself open. Eyes fluttered closed, jaw hung open in a soundless moan, head thrown back. It was a beautiful sight.

The Welshman couldn’t help but bite down on Arthur’s exposed neck. Arthur let out another cry, nails digging into Dylan’s shoulder. It was a delicious stab that went straight to Dylan’s groin. Feeling impatient, he pulled his pet back down onto his lap.

Arthur gasped, instinctively removing his fingers.

Dylan caressed Arthur’s chin. “Now it's time for my pet’s reward.”

He laid Arthur down on the couch gently. He threw Arthur’s legs over his shoulder. Stealing some of the lube, he lathered up his cock and pressed in hard and fast. Arthur arched up, eyes flying open, a tight scream escaping his throat.

“Easy…Easy darling,” Dylan hushed, rubbing Arthur’s hips gently.

Arthur whimpered, short pants huffing out, eyes clenched closed. Perhaps he had gone in a little too rough.

Dylan leaned forward, capturing Arthur’s lips in a soothing kiss. Lips parted slightly, licking at his bottom lip. Arthur mewled into it, arms wrapping tightly around Dylan’s neck, pulling him deeper into him. Dylan groaned, feeling his brother tighten around him, pulling him in.

He gave an experimental thrust into Arthur’s tight hole. Slow, wanting to make sure Arthur was ready. Arthur moaned breathily, bucking his hips desperately.

Dylan chuckled, holding down Arthur’s hips. “Use your words pet.”

“Move. Movemovemovemove.”

“Manners.”

“Please,” Arthur cried desperately, “P-Please move.”

How could Dylan deny such a polite request? He snapped his hips fast, pressing into Arthur even further. He set a relentless pace knowing just how much his little pet liked it rough. He claimed Arthur’s lips hungrily, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and laying claim. He may have seen himself as a patient man, but who could wait when such a delectable little thing was laid before them all red and hazy-eyed?

Arthur licked at Dylan’s invasive tongue, almost literally drinking him in, nails jabbing into Dylan’s neck.

“Such a needy little thing,” Dylan cooed, pressing a kiss to Arthur’s forehead. He pressed Arthur’s legs into his chest, thrusting in even deeper. In and out in quick succession, causing Arthur to scream incoherently, tongue hanging out, drooling, tears pricking along his lashes. Dylan never noticed just how long they were until now. “Beautiful…”

Arthur kept tightening around him, and though he was as deep as he could be, Arthur’s hole kept pulling him in.

“What a greedy kitten I have,” Dylan whispered, “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking me so good.”

Arthur just moaned, his mind melted beyond words.

He could make this go on, deny Arthur release. And in any other circumstance, he would. But his was new for both of them. He wasn’t going to be too cruel now.

“Now be a good kitten and come for me.” Dylan reached between Arthur’s legs, giving his neglected cock a few firm strokes that finally gave his pet the release he had been craving. He came with a breathy cry of Dylan’s name.

Such a wonderful sound. Dylan picked up his speed even more, thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own pleasure. Arthur twitched around him, overstimulated, while the rest of his body melted into the couch.

Dylan murmured half-complete praises, so close, panting hard. His grip on Arthur’s hips, bruising. Arthur gasped and moaned softly.

Finally, Dylan came, biting hard on Arthur’s neck. It would surely leave a mark for a few days, but in the heat of the moment, Dylan didn’t care.

He pulled out, sitting back and admiring the mess he made of his little brother. He caressed Arthur’s face gently, thumbing away tears. Arthur leaned into the touch. Fingers trailed down to the bite mark. Arthur winced.

“Sorry love…I got a little carried away.”

“You think?" Arthur finally grumbled, "What the fuck did you do to me?”

Ah, there was his fierceness. He had almost missed it even though he enjoyed seeing Arthur more docile.

“Just…experimenting…with that clay of yours.”

“Clay–Wait shit. D-Did I really…”

Dylan giggled and got up to collect the clay. “Mhm. Don’t worry I didn’t do anything too crazy, just the cat ears and tail.”

Arthur’s cat ears pulled back, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t give me that look, Arthur…You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Having your inhibition taken away, letting yourself enjoy being thoroughly fucked and taken care of without that pesky ego of yours getting in the way of our fun.”

Arthur pouted, huffing as he crossed his arms. “M-Maybe…but…”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I want to keep this side of you to myself after all.”

“Jealous bastard.”

Dylan just smiled, pulling Arthur onto his lap again. He was met with no fight. “Maybe…But you’re just as so. And you like when I'm possessive.”

“Just shut up,” Arthur growled, pressing a heated kiss against Dylan’s lips. Dylan melted into it, parting his lips slightly, deepening the kiss. Arthur whimpered slightly, cock hardening once more.

“Someone seems to want another round.”

“Just get to it.”

"With pleasure. I won't go so easy on you this time."