His kitten hadn’t been expecting this.

They’ve spent their evening like so many others, quietly in front of the large TV, the news continuously playing as Akande sipped at his wine and Lúcio kneeled between his legs, lulled into a dopey half-sleep as big, blunt fingers rubbed behind his ears.

He had thought they’d end this night as they did others: Lúcio hugging one of the big, luxurious pillows to his chest as he got held down and made to take Akande’s fat, heavy cock, eyes narrowed to slits as he drooled into the fabric, feeling the cock stretch his guts slow an inexorable.

Akande delights in the little whines of his kitten, stretching slowly, showing off the powerful curves of his body, big round muscles trembling as he holds the tension for a few seconds before letting go. He lies with his arms up over his head; making himself defenseless, thick thighs spread to accommodate Lúcio’s slim hips as the kitten held onto his sturdy waist.

His cock was a warm, comfortable stretch, rim generously slick; stretched lovingly by Lúcio’s quick, clever fingers. This, at least, he had been accustomed to: Akande liked feeling the nimble digits inside him, patiently rounding his prostate as Lúcio dutifully nuzzled and drooled around his cock, docile brown gaze looking up at him with nothing short of adoration.

Being allowed to fuck, however – that was new. 

Akande closed his eyes, stretched out his throat; letting Lúcio play without his intense gaze intimidating him.

Still, he could feel the sleek, pretty cock flex inside him already; near twitching as Lúcio’s hips stuttered and his voice cracked on a pathetic, breathy moan.

Akande moved lazily, insides clenching; hugging around the lovely cock of his submissive – and Lúcio falls forward, frantically whining “Nonono, don’t” as his blunt fingernails scratch across the large expanse of Akande’s chest. A kitten marking up the large, predatory cat.

“You’re doing so well,” Akande assures him, voice measured, a faint lilt of amusement to it. “So good and obedient for me.”

When he looks, Lúcio’s eyes are clenched shut, his teeth buried in his bottom lip. He tries hard to stave off his orgasm; tries so valiantly to be good for him – but it only takes three sloppy, jerky thrusts before he comes; getting Akande warm and sticky inside as he groans and shudders through his little premature orgasm.

“That’s quite alright,” Akande purrs, reaching for him; large palm cupping the side of Lúcio’s face and blunt fingertips rubbing behind his ear. “We have all night.”