JUNJOU ROMANTICA
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RAGDOLL
There was a knocking on the door so Misaki went to see who it was, they had passed the security of the building so it was okay, he thought.
"Hello Misaki-chan!" called Aikawa when he opened the door, Misaki smiled instantly at the editor's greeting. "Morning Aikawa-san how..." but before he could continue on with the normal greeting the editor gave him a long bottle, "I'm sorry to be so quick but I have some urgent matters to attend, if you could please give this to Usami-sensei, I'll call him later on, thank you, bye!" she said and excused herself.
"Yes of course," responded Misaki looking at Aikawa's back as she run towards the elevator. That was weird, he thought, but he didn't want to think much of it so he just closed the door. It had being a glorious sunny morning and he had being up since 7a.m. The bright room by now was giving him a headache.
"..." Misaki sighted heavily, he wanted so badly to close the curtains, but his pet desire could not be more important than his owners. "If only I wasn't a pure breed", he thought sitting down on the sofa.
Now, you have to know, between pets there is a rank distinction, not only by breeds but also the genetics of it. The lighter the breed, the more common the pet was; the heavier the breed, the more expensive they were, and some one could know easily for the most pure breeds had almost every animal characteristic. And he was indeed a perfect, pure, Ragdoll breed. With accurate reflexes and flexibility, perfect hearing and sensitive eyes that could see in the pure darkness but could not stand sunlight that well.
"Mmm..." Misaki examined the bottle in his paws, it had no label or name, the liquid was colorless and he could not catch any scent around it. Is it from a fan? A present from Aikawa-san maybe?, No I don't think so... maybe is one of Usagi-san's obnoxious requests on someone so busy as Aikawa-san.. what could it be?..." he wondered, leaving the bottle on the table and continuing on with his chores.
The writer was locked inside his room by the moment so Misaki decided to wait until lunch to give him the bottle. But even thought he tried, and tried very hard his mind would not leave the bottle alone, turning and turning while sweeping the floor, lifting his eyes while cooking. His cat curiosity reaching a maddening point till he could not help but sit down on the sofa and take the bottle again, "Maybe if I open it a little I could smell it..." he said to himself shaking the bottle, the liquid gleaming in the sun. "Okay, only a little bit" he promised and carefully opened the bottle.
At first he didn't sense it but soon his nostrils were filled with a sweet and herbal fragrance. It was rich and so he inhaled deep and long.
"Misaki how's lunch going?" asked a very tired writer walking down the stairs, inspiration was hard to find in his lonesome office, so he had decided to move in search of a cute Mi-kitten instead. Quickly he found him, sitting down on the sofa, his ears twitching excitedly, with his tail straight and trembling with the tip moving in waves. "Misaki?" at the second calling the ears perked instantly and Misaki stood up, "Yes excuse me Usagi-san, I'll serve the plates already!" The writer followed the kitten like a predator it's prey, Misaki's ears were coloring red, his eyes were glassy and his tail had not stopped being straight, signals the perverted writer had quickly come to understand as a clear invitation to play.
"And what is it that we're going to eat?" he questioned moving towards the kitchen, "Mmm well, there is some venison and mashed potatoes..." responded Misaki concentrating on the plates in front of him, when Usami, positioning himself behind him surrounded his petite waistline with his arms. "Ah! Usagi-san!" he called like always but there was a hint in his voice.
Usami did not answer, pulling Misaki's body closer to his and supporting his chin in the kittens shoulder. "...Usagi-san?" Misaki tried calling again feeling his legs trembling and his mind numbing, the essence again in his nostrils.
"Misaki," called Usami once and Misaki's defense crumbled instantly, his body pressing itself against Usami's to try and calm his increasing desire. "What? What do you want to say?" Usami asked and Misaki cried silently, Usami was about to ask again when Misaki took his hand and guided him to the living room for him to sit down on the sofa.
For a moment the writer thought his kitten had regained his composure and was about to tell him to behave and wait for his meal, but instead Misaki boldly sat on his lap and continued to rub his body against the writers, a soft purring brewing inside his chest. "Misaki," called lustfully Usami and Misaki reacted to the calling grinding his hips needy, his paws moving to uncover skin to kiss and nip with pointy fangs and a sandpaper tongue. Usami in bliss could not believe his luck, maybe he was dreaming. Misaki rubbed his sensitive nose against Usami's and he took the kitten's face in his hands to kiss swollen lips and caress his cheeks, which he had learned quickly, was a special point of the pure breeds. "Usagi-san..." mewled Misaki grinding his hips hard and Usami gasped.
"I think it's better if I help you," he chuckled with his slow cadence making Misaki tremble in anticipation. Usami pushed his hips to finish undressing himself and lowering Misaki's jeans. "Keep the shirt, it looks cute on you like that" purred Usami in to Misaki's ears making him close his eyes and mewl again. "Don't worry I'll love every part of you," he said and his hands put his words into actions, following every line and curve to caress and massage in a slow torturing rhythm, versed too well in Misaki's weak points.
"Usagi-san don't... please" Misaki's cries were quick to come while Usami's hand traveled to the center of the kitten's heat to press and stroke with one hand, and penetrate and stretch with the other using Misaki's pre-cum as lube. "Usagi-san I can't please... anymore... please" Misaki's breathing was short and breathless, his eyes teary with desire. "You're so cute my Misaki" said Usami enjoying his lover's reaction, the kitten could barely stand it.
Positioning himself carefully he prodded and rubbed, to Misaki's desperation he could feel the herbal essence filling up his mind mixed with Usami's own, the fragrance of belonging he wished to wash himself on but could not voice. "Usagi-san," he called moaning, kissing the writers neck to then rub his cheek against it, nipping the skin from time to time. Bringing Usami's patience to zero. Steadily the sensation of being filled completely came and Misaki cried loud against the intrusion, moving his hips against his beloved's he tried to feel even more, the pain and pleasure taking his mind to the brims of bliss. Usami moved upwards and down with long strong thrusts, stroking his lover-pet needy manhood to provoke pleasure more than pain, earning cries and moans laced with a strong purring sound.
"Misaki... Misaki" he called moving faster and Misaki responded with earnest thrusts against him to push him deeper inside him. "Usagi-san, I can't... Ahh..." cried Misaki feeling his body convulsing in waves of electricity. A loud yowl of ecstasy with a strong loud purring.
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"Aikawa, it's late already what do you want" growled Usami when the phone ringed and he was forced to move from his beloved spent kitten.
"Don't growl at me Usami-sensei, I imagine you must have had a perfect afternoon, the bottle I talked to you about, I gave it to Misaki this morning," she said, her voice confident over the phone.
"Ow, so that's why he was so mellow and needy," beamed the writer remembering the sweet crying voice of his kitten. Maybe I should use it again right now... he thought but quickly was his perverted desire squashed, "Just a warning Sensei the effect wears out quickly and after using it the pet creates a momentary resistance to it so if you want to use it you'll have to wait," Usami whined wholeheartedly but Aikawa ignored it completely. "Sensei I want the manuscript, you said you had no inspiration I bet you have some now"
"Fine fine, I'll have it by tomorrow" groaned the writer hanging up immediately. Sighting Usami went back to his office and after taking his laptop in his hands he returned to his room to sit close to his Misaki. At this his beloved instantly cuddled closer, nuzzling against Usami's chest. "Usagi-san..." he mumbled in his dreams smiling and Usami couldn't help smiling back brightly. Opening his computer he started typing, one of his best BL novels at the moment for sure.
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Author's note: A small one but really heavy and good, if I may say so myself. : D This is the last chapter that was almost complete so the next one might take some time, but hopefully I'll be able to keep up with one chapter or two a month. Thanks for reading : )