A/N: This pairing was given to me by WaitingformyMunkustrap, and goddamn did I have fun writing it. This one is already long enough, so I'll shut up and let you enjoy... ;)
Tugger was straight. Sure he teased and flirted with the toms, but they were just fooling around, weren't they? He wasn't gay. He mated with Bomba a couple times a week, and had had his way with just about every other grown queen in the tribe, and he'd most certainly enjoyed each of those conquests. So why in Everlasting's name did he keep catching himself staring at Jerrie every time the tom was nearby?
He looked away from his fan club, across the clearing to where Jerrie was lounging with his sister. He'd been a tom nearly a year now, but he still had a kittenish look to him that made him both adorable and rather handsome all at the same time. Of course his kittenish behavior didn't help that image either, but there was something so… enticing about it.
Bast he needed to get away and clear his head. He shooed his fan club away and began walking out of the clearing. As he made his way out, legs on autopilot as his mind waged war with itself over his feelings for Jerrie, he walked straight into someone, knocking them to the ground and landing right on them. His eyes widened as he saw he was currently on top of the very calico he'd been thinking of. He fought a sudden urge in his hips, and struggled to form words.
"Jerrie- uh- sorry?" he fumbled.
"Guess I'm making some of ya fans a bit jealous now ain't I?" Jerrie responded cheekily. Words failed Tugger, and he cursed himself for not having a retort as he would've had for anyone else. "Now don't take me as complainin' as I certainly don't mind, but I think your brother might 'ave somethin' to say about kittens seeing us like this," Jerrie quipped.
"Oh, right," Tugger replied, still stumbling over his words. He stood and offered Jerrie his paw before pulling the calico to his feet. He thought that would be that, but obviously the thief had other plans. He pressed himself against Tugger before speaking into his ear.
"Come find me if you ever want to try that one again Tug." Before Tugger had fully processed what he'd just heard, Jerrie was gone.
Damned tom, nobody throws the Rum Tum Tugger off his game, Tugger thought to himself as he continued on his way. It didn't take long for him to notice something was off. He could feel something missing. He looked down and saw nothing but bare fur where his bandana should have been. "That son of a pollicle…" Tugger growled to himself. As if his, ugh he couldn't believe he was even thinking this word, feelings for Jerrie weren't confusing enough he had to go and pull this crap. Tugger turned and began striding towards Jerrie's den. He and the thief needed to have a little chat.
He didn't even bother knocking, opting to simply barge into Jerrie's den. He stormed into the den, ready to give the calico a piece of his mind, but froze in his tracks when he saw him. Jerrie was laid out on his blankets, resting on a pile of pillows, right leg up and the other stretched out, putting his whole body on display. As if that wasn't enough, Jerrie had tied Tugger's bandana around his right thigh, displaying it pointedly.
"I was wondering how long it'd take ya to show up Tug," Jerrie purred, flicking his tail.
"Do you greet all your guests this way Jerrie?"
"Only the ones I plan to keep around for the night."
"And what makes you think I have any desire to fuck you Jerrie?" Tugger asked coolly, even though his whole body burned at the very notion. There was nothing he desired more than to pounce on the younger tom and rut him senseless.
"Come now Tugger… Actually I take that back," Jerrie smirked. "If ya came now we wouldn't 'ave anything to look forward to, now would we? Either way, we both know you 'ave every desire to fuck me. You think I 'aven't noticed the way you've been lookin' at me? You think I didn't notice the way ya reacted to being on top of me earlier? I might not be smart as Misto, but I sure as 'ell ain't as dumb as everyone thinks." Tugger blinked, unable or unwilling to deny the truth of Jerrie's statements. "So are ya plannin' to stand their all night or are you gonna get that perfect ass of yours over here?" Jerrie asked after a moment.
Tugger didn't say a word, but tossed aside his belt and collar before laying beside Jerrie and pressing their lips together. Tugger felt as swirl of emotions as he tasted Jerrie's soft lips, but he cast them aside, knowing that only one of them mattered right now. He wanted Jerrie. He wanted to feel him, to be inside him.
"Now that wasn't 'ard, was it?" Jerrie asked with a smirk. "Although," he continued, running his paw down Tugger's torso to his groin, "I think I've found something that is." He teased his fingers over Tugger's erection and drew a moan from the maned tom. "Tell me something Tug… Am I the first tom to 'ave made ya moan like that? Am I the first tom to 'ave 'ad the pleasure of your company?" Jerrie purred into his ear as he pressed himself against Tugger, who let out another moan at the contact. "I'll take that as a yes, then. So tell me Tugger… what do you want to do next?"
Tugger's mind was in a whirl. Every last ounce of him was begging to feel him, taste him, hear him, see him. If someone had told him that morning that by the end of the day he'd be aching to have Jerrie's cock in his mouth, he would've punched them. But now… it was precisely what he wanted. He'd never been on this end of the arrangement and was powerfully aroused at the thought of it. Words failed him, so he opted to simply go ahead with it and roll Jerrie onto his back before crawling down his body.
Just as he was about to press his tongue to Jerrie's member, the calico spoke up with a smirk. "You're certainly eager, aren't you Tug? Ya want my cock in your mouth? Ask my permission first."
Tugger was never the submissive. He was always the one taunting, teasing, smirking, dominating. But now, being forced into submission, he was hard and dripping already. He felt like he was being used. He felt like he was owned. And it was turning him on beyond belief. "Jerrie, may I suck your cock?" Tugger pleaded, yearning to taste the calico.
"Be gentle, mind your teeth, and use your tongue."
Tugger quickly leaned in to run his tongue along Jerrie's erection. He began purring immediately as he tasted Jerrie's musky taste, wanting, needing, more. He made one more slow pass with his tongue, before taking Jerrie into his mouth. The calico moaned as Tugger began to suck and bob his head. Everlasting Jerrie tasted good. Tugger felt his other senses beginning to fade as he focused on tasting Jerrie, savoring the feeling of the calico's cock throbbing and filling his mouth. He swirled his tongue, lapping up all the warm and salty pre-cum. He began bobbing his head faster and sucking harder, needing the taste of Jerrie's cum in his mouth. It didn't take long for Jerrie to begin panting, and only moments later Tugger's mouth was full of hot and salty cum.
"Don't swallow yet," Jerrie instructed as he slid his cock from Tugger's mouth, dribbling cum down the maned tom's chin. He pressed the tip against Tugger's lips, smearing the last drips of cum over them. "You may swallow." Tugger swallowed the cum in his mouth before licking his lips and chin clean. "Are you ready to be inside me Tugger?"
"Yes..." Tugger panted, still powerfully aroused.
"Well then… let's not waste more time." Jerrie forced Tugger back until he was leaning back and propped up on his paws. Jerrie straddled him on his knees, using one paw to balance on his shoulder and the other to guide Tugger's erection to his entrance, before rocking down and slowly taking in Tugger's cock.
Tugger groaned as he felt Jerrie's entrance tensing around his cock, squeezing it as it was buried in his warmth. It wouldn't take long for him to cum. He could already feel his cock pulsating with pleasure as Jerrie began to ride him, forcing him in as far as he could. He felt his cock hitting a small lump, making the calico moan or cry out every time he did. Jerrie's erection had renewed and he was stoking it wantonly as he bobbed his hips, timing his strokes with Tugger hitting his spot.
Tugger could feel himself reaching his breaking point, his cock throbbing wildly, his pulse and temperature spiking, his loins burning madly. His began thrusting into Jerrie, and sent the younger tom over the edge. Jerrie came with a groan, spraying hot cum all over Tugger's chest. That was it for Tugger. He felt the rush of pleasure surging through his cock as his spilled his cum inside Jerrie with a moan, before collapsing and pulling the calico down on top of him.
"So, Jerrie… can I have my bandana back now?"
