yoo this is not really the one I wanted to do. the other one is still in drafts and waiting for me to un-awkward it. gosh darn.

“Oh lookee there… a little kitty that fled from the rain. Looking for someone to keep you warm, kittycat?”

Ga Jiarg knew that he should rip Doug’s tongue out and break every single bone in his body for talking like that to the Prince of the Wrothians – but he never could bring himself to actually follow through.

Not when he always looked forward to these illicit encounters – and to the way Doug never seemed bothered by Ga Jiarg essentially breaking into his tiny abode and making himself home on the mattress on the floor.

He watched out of lazily slitted eyes as Doug started stripping, ears flicking at the sounds of rain outside. Truth was, he had been fleeing from the rain – and the responsibilities of a Prince in exile, ruling over the precious smattering of fellow Wrothians that all looked up to him for guidance.

In this little, messy room, everything was so much simpler and more quiet. Doug had no idea who the Wrothian was that visited him every now and then, seeking for some solace and relaxation. He never even asked him for his name, instead opting for those horrible pet names that made Ga Jiarg claw at the bedding.

“So pretty,” Doug hummed and watched with kind, blue eyes – and Ga Jiarg couldn’t help but writhe for him; kicking away the thin sheet so he could show off his body as he moved and purred, cock already wet at the tip peeking out of its short, furry sheath.

“Need a little lovin’, babyboy? I can give you that. But I gotta sleep afterwards, I took on a new mission that needs my attention in a few hours…”

Ga Jiarg growls softly and turns on his belly. He only half listens. He doesn’t want to know what this human gets up to. He doesn’t want to know when he’s throwing himself in danger for the sake of finding the Lifehold. He only wants to use him and his talented body; like those broad hands that curled around the very base of Ga Jiarg’s tail and made his body stiffen and breath catch in his throat.

“That’s it. Oh lookit you. Look at this pretty kitty in my bed…”

Doug was a talkative one. He was always running his mouth, and Ga Jiarg found that it was soothing. It was a low, soothing rumble that made the fur along his spine spike and his tail curl lazily in the air.

There were hands in his fur; fingers rubbing up the wrong way from the small of his back to his shoulders, making Ga Jiarg jowl softly and bite into the pillow before Doug had mercy and smoothed all he had ruffled back down, taking great care to scratch just above the base of Ga Jiarg’s tail until he felt boneless and warm all over.

“Not gonna mount you tonight, kitty. You gotta make due with my hand.”

Ga Jiarg bucked into the warm hands, and purred even though he wanted to growl and make demands; but Doug’s hands were right there, cupping warm, furry balls and squeezing them in a broad palm before sliding lower and rubbing along the short sheath, coaxing more of the sleek, cock out into the cold air of the apartment.

Ga Jiarg feels numb. He isn’t listening to the gentle coaxing anymore; just feeling the rough hands in his fur and on his cock. He is licking at his own forearm, trying to assuage the need to groom someone as he keeps still and lets himself get serviced.

When a slick, warm thumb searches and then presses against the naked little muscle amidst his fur, he arches his back and curls his tail around the first thing it can reach – which happens to be Doug’s neck.

Ga Jiarg wants this to never end. He wants to stay in this little, messy den and never get up from the mattress that smells like Doug. He doesn’t want anybody to know that the proud Prince of the Wrothians wants to be a human’s harlot, and he doesn’t want to think about the face Buidhe would make if she knew where he was sneaking off to whenever life got too hard to handle.

Most of all, he didn’t want Doug to go – but he didn’t know how to say it and he knew the BLADE had just as much responsibilities to uphold as Ga Jiarg did.

He sometimes just wanted time to stop moving; especially when he was getting fucked by his insignificant human lover; whether it was the delightfully hefty length of his intriguing human cock, or just the teasing breadth of his thumb like he did right now; coaxing low sounds of need and desperation from the Wrothian prince and making his cock jerk out sticky strings of pre-cum onto the bedding.

“Please,” he whispers, barely audible – the word burning in his throat and behind his tightly clenched eyes because it brings up bad memories of slavery and degradation under the hands of the Ganglion.

“Don’t worry, kitty. I got you. Doug’s got you right where you need to be. Just leave it to me. Gotta keep you nice and warm…”