Munkustrap ran out into the rain and gently gathered Misto into his strong arms.
Returning back to the house, Munkustrap laid Misto in front of the fire. He admired the way the fire light danced across Misto, high lighting the planes and angles of his face, glinting off his chest and the muscles of his stomach and sliding down his long, supple legs. Munkustrap shook his head, dismissing the fluttery feeling in his stomach and seeing that Misto had no scratches on him, set to work drying his fur and keeping him warm. Munkustrap started to lick Misto's fur so it would dry faster. Tilting Misto's head back, Munkustrap dried the fur on his neck. He didn't notice Misto's fingers twitching on his left hand.
Misto felt someone washing his fur and came to.
"Are you okay?"
"Munkustrap?"
"Yeah."
"I'm okay. I think. Where are we?" he asked sitting up.
Munkustrap explained that he had fainted outside and that he had brought him in to get warm. "You're welcome to stay the night." he finished.
"Thanks. I felt someone washing my fur, was that you?"
Munku nodded, the taste of Misto's skin still on his tongue. "I had no idea you would taste so sweet. Like strawberries and magic" he thought
The magic had an electric taste to it and a hidden strength running though both it and Misto.
"Oh." Misto replied rubbing his arms.
Munkustrap grabbed a blanket that he kept warm by the fire and wrapped it around Misto shoulders. "Here. Is that better?"
He held Mistoffelees for a moment and inhaled his scent. "I'll let you get some sleep." He whispered, letting him go
"Thank you Munkustrap. For everything." Misto said.
He laid back down, wrapping the blanket around him and quickly fell asleep.
To help keep him warm, Munkustrap curled up next to him, slipping his arms around his slender waist. Misto rolled over to face Munkustrap in his sleep and nuzzled into his chest. Munku chuckled, the chuckle rumbling in his chest.
"Sleep my Sorcerer, we'll talk in the morning."
The next morning, Misto awoke to find himself in Munkustrap's arms. He gently propped himself up on his elbows, his chin resting in his hands and watched Munkustrap sleep.
"My beautiful warrior." he thought. "You look so peaceful when you sleep." He watched the rise and fall of Munkustrap's chest.
"Go ahead. This is probably the only chance you'll get." something inside him said.
Misto brushed one of his hands through Munku's fur, feeling his heart pulse, and press his lips to Munkustrap's. Munku's lips were warm and soft and he tasted like spices and strength with a hint of sweetness underneath. He was pulling back when Munkustrap opened his eyes.
The two toms stared at each other.
"Did you just kiss me?" Munku asked.
"I..." Misto lurched to his feet. "I shouldn't of done that." he said in a rush.
Munkustrap got to his feet "Mistoffelees..."
"I'll leave. I've over stayed my welcome."
He started walking out of the room when felt Munkustrap yank him back and against his body.
"Don't leave." he heard whispered in his ear.
Returning back to the house, Munkustrap laid Misto in front of the fire. He admired the way the fire light danced across Misto, high lighting the planes and angles of his face, glinting off his chest and the muscles of his stomach and sliding down his long, supple legs. Munkustrap shook his head, dismissing the fluttery feeling in his stomach and seeing that Misto had no scratches on him, set to work drying his fur and keeping him warm. Munkustrap started to lick Misto's fur so it would dry faster. Tilting Misto's head back, Munkustrap dried the fur on his neck. He didn't notice Misto's fingers twitching on his left hand.
Misto felt someone washing his fur and came to.
"Are you okay?"
"Munkustrap?"
"Yeah."
"I'm okay. I think. Where are we?" he asked sitting up.
Munkustrap explained that he had fainted outside and that he had brought him in to get warm. "You're welcome to stay the night." he finished.
"Thanks. I felt someone washing my fur, was that you?"
Munku nodded, the taste of Misto's skin still on his tongue. "I had no idea you would taste so sweet. Like strawberries and magic" he thought
The magic had an electric taste to it and a hidden strength running though both it and Misto.
"Oh." Misto replied rubbing his arms.
Munkustrap grabbed a blanket that he kept warm by the fire and wrapped it around Misto shoulders. "Here. Is that better?"
He held Mistoffelees for a moment and inhaled his scent. "I'll let you get some sleep." He whispered, letting him go
"Thank you Munkustrap. For everything." Misto said.
He laid back down, wrapping the blanket around him and quickly fell asleep.
To help keep him warm, Munkustrap curled up next to him, slipping his arms around his slender waist. Misto rolled over to face Munkustrap in his sleep and nuzzled into his chest. Munku chuckled, the chuckle rumbling in his chest.
"Sleep my Sorcerer, we'll talk in the morning."
The next morning, Misto awoke to find himself in Munkustrap's arms. He gently propped himself up on his elbows, his chin resting in his hands and watched Munkustrap sleep.
"My beautiful warrior." he thought. "You look so peaceful when you sleep." He watched the rise and fall of Munkustrap's chest.
"Go ahead. This is probably the only chance you'll get." something inside him said.
Misto brushed one of his hands through Munku's fur, feeling his heart pulse, and press his lips to Munkustrap's. Munku's lips were warm and soft and he tasted like spices and strength with a hint of sweetness underneath. He was pulling back when Munkustrap opened his eyes.
The two toms stared at each other.
"Did you just kiss me?" Munku asked.
"I..." Misto lurched to his feet. "I shouldn't of done that." he said in a rush.
Munkustrap got to his feet "Mistoffelees..."
"I'll leave. I've over stayed my welcome."
He started walking out of the room when felt Munkustrap yank him back and against his body.
"Don't leave." he heard whispered in his ear.
