As they check their mailbox in the lobby of their apartment building, Sören fishes out the key to the large box for packages and claps excitedly. "Oh good, it's here!"
Anthony raises an eyebrow, curious. "What's here?"
"You'll see."
They take the lift upstairs - Sören is so giddy about the package that he isn't as tense as he usually is in the elevator - and once the groceries are put away and the mail is deposited on the coffee table, Sören takes the package and runs off. Anthony makes tea and when it's ready he sits down with a cuppa and puts his feet up. He's just in time for Sören to come out and show him what was in the package.
Sören is wearing a pair of cat ears, and a fluffy cat tail - black and white, tuxedo cat colors. He wiggles his butt to show off the tail before he turns around.
"I know we're not giving candy to trick-or-treaters this year or going to any Halloween parties because of lockdown, but I still wanted to be festive when Halloween comes." Sören bites his lower lip.
"You look adorable." And weirdly sexy. Anthony's cock stirs in his jeans. He didn't think he'd be into catboys, ever, it always sounded like some furry thing - but the contrast of Sören looking like a Viking with his shoulder-length black curls and short beard, with his pretty face of long-lashed sweet brown eyes, full lips... his tall, wiry, tattooed-and-pierced body with the feminine cat ears and tail...
Fuck.
Sören wiggles his butt again, making the tail swing back and forth, giggling. "Mrowr," Sören meows. He doesn't just look adorable, but the innocent-yet-sexual playful flirting is making Anthony hot. Wanting to do bad, bad things to him.
"OK, let me quit fucking around and get dinner started." Sören gives a throaty laugh as he heads back to the bedroom. Anthony thinks about following him in there and pouncing on him, but he holds back.
For now.
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After their evening walk, they cuddle on the couch in their pajamas watching TV, their usual nightly unwinding routine. They also usually play before bed, and as the show's credits roll, they start kissing, nuzzling, caressing. Sören tousles Anthony's short black hair, loving the sight of him rumpled. Sören is in such a good mood that he's feeling randier than usual, unbuttoning Anthony's pajama top, kissing and licking the exposed flesh of Anthony's chest and stomach. He starts to rub his nose against the silk of Anthony's pajama bottoms, against the hard bulge. He licks at it, wraps his mouth around the silk-sheathed cock, teasing them both. Anthony skritches Sören's curls, as he is wont to do, and then after a minute he stops and asks "Sören, can you do me a favor?" His deep voice is breathy with arousal, which makes Sören's cock throb.
"Jæja?"
Anthony gives a nervous little laugh. "You're gonna think this sounds daft, but..."
Sören looks into those green eyes, the heat in his gaze. They've been together for seven years, and married for the last five; they still have a good sex life because they're so open about communicating what they want... sharing their fantasies.
"Can you... put on the cat ears and tail?" Anthony grins. "And get your leash."
Sören's no stranger to being on a leash for Anthony - they usually do that at least two or three times a month. But the cat costume is new. He finds he's not weirded out at all. It wasn't something he would have explored himself, and it seems kind of silly... but fun, too. "Prrrp!" Sören gets up and walks off to the bedroom.
When he's wearing nothing but the cat ears and tail, and the black leather collar with its leash, he calls for Anthony. "Mrowr!"
Anthony steps in the bedroom and the way his breath hitches at the sight of him, the lust in his eyes, makes Sören's cock harden even more. Sören climbs onto the bed and starts crawling around like a cat as Anthony drops trou and puts his pajama top and bottoms off to the side. When Anthony joins him on the bed Sören hands him the leash, butts his head against Anthony's shoulder, rubs his cheek on the shoulder, and makes a purring noise.
Anthony laughs softly, seemingly delighted, and skritches Sören's curls, then his beard. He tugs on the leash. "That's a good kitty."
Holy fuck, that's hot. Sören's cock jolts, and he purrs again and headbutts and nuzzles Anthony some more. "Prrrowrrr."
"Such a good kitty." Anthony rubs Sören's ass, slaps it, tweaks the tail, and rubs some more. Sören can't believe how horny this is making him, cock aching. "My pretty kitty."
"Oh fuck." Sören makes a desperate little whine, needing to be fucked now. "Mew?"
Of course, Anthony is the kind of dom who usually doesn't give him what he wants right away. He toys with the leash, petting Sören's back - his hand stroking up and down Sören's sensitive spine is making him crazy. Sören headbutts him again and cries out more urgently. "Mew!"
Anthony chuckles. He pulls Sören into a deep, hungry kiss. They kiss again and again, tongues rubbing between kisses, teasing them both. When they pull apart, breathing harder, Sören licks his lips at the sight of Anthony's hard cock, already dripping precum. He wants to fuck it... he wants to taste it. He wants it all. He wants it now.
Anthony gives him a sweet little kiss. "If we're going to fuck, we should clean up first."
They had showered that afternoon before their supermarket trip. But it was clear Anthony didn't mean taking a shower. "How do kitties groom each other?" Anthony smirks, skritching Sören's beard.
"Fuck." Sören gets into it, licking Anthony all over, lingering at all the places Anthony is sensitive - nipples, stomach, thighs. He loves Anthony's light pelt of dark chest hair, and how furry his thighs and calves are. As Sören licks Anthony's chest and stomach, laps and suckles his nipples, he grinds his hard cock against Anthony's thigh, rutting feverishly, not able to help himself.
Anthony slaps Sören's ass, rubs it, before he strokes Sören's back some more, massages his scalp, skritches his beard. "That's a good kitty. Such a good kitty for me."
"Oh god..."
"Mmmmm, my kitty wants it so bad, don't you? Look at you rubbing yourself on me like you're in heat." He slaps Sören's ass again, rubs Sören's ass. His fingers start to play in the crack of Sören's ass, not yet going for his opening. Sören nips at Anthony's thigh and Anthony groans. He smacks Sören's ass again, harder, making Sören cry out - Sören feels his own precum gush at that.
Sören licks at Anthony's cock and balls, going out of his mind with lust. Anthony keeps skritching him, his other hand pulling on the leash, fiddling with it. "Good kitty," Anthony pants. "My good, sweet little kitty..."
Sören moans. He grinds against Anthony's calf, nails digging into Anthony's hips, clawing him.
Anthony tugs on the leash, drawing Sören into a kiss. Then he gently pushes Sören onto his back. "Time to clean you, too."
Sören feels almost ready to come just from Anthony's tongue all over him, licking his nipples, stomach, hips, thighs, the sensitive place behind the knee. Here and there Anthony nibbles on him, and the glazed look in Anthony's eyes, the way he moans and sighs into Sören's flesh every now and again, adds to Sören's pleasure... and torment. Sören mewls like a helpless kitten, writhing, until Anthony laughs at him and says, "Beg for it, kitty. Use your words."
"Please. Oh god, Anthony, please, fuck me, I need your fucking cock in me so fucking bad..."
Anthony growls and nibbles a good spot at the seam of Sören's crotch, before his tongue takes a long, deliberate lick. "Such a spoilt kitty. So demanding."
"Fuck. Me. Please. Anthony. God."
When Anthony lets up, and takes the lube out of the crystal bowl they keep on the bedtable, Sören breathes a sigh of relief. But instead of opening up the lube and readying them, Anthony simply puts the bottle of lube on top of the bedtable... and brings over the bowl. He sets the bowl down next to him and transfers the leash from his left hand to his right. With his left hand, he starts stroking his cock, looking into Sören's eyes.
Sören feels a twinge of panic, wondering if Anthony is going to fuck him at all. He mewls again. Anthony laughs. "Don't worry, kitty, I'm going to fuck you. But you look so fucking hot like that, I need to come now so I don't blow my load right away." He lifts his leash-wrapped hand to Sören's chin and skritches the beard. "Besides, kitties like cream, don't they?"
Sören realizes what he's going to do and his cock and hole both twitch. He mewls again, wanting so badly.
The sight of Anthony stroking himself, looking at Sören with hot need in his eyes, gasping and moaning with pleasure, makes Sören crazy. He is a good boy and doesn't touch himself without permission - which is just as well because he might come too, his entire cock is slick with precum, dripping and dripping, losing his mind at the show Anthony is putting on for him. Anthony lets out that telltale shuddery gasp when he's right there, and grabs the bowl just in time, shooting into it, filling it with a pool of thick, hot cum. Sören groans as he watches, not able to keep from licking his lips.
Sören licks Anthony's cock clean and then Anthony offers him the bowl. "Here, kitty. Good kitty gets his cream."
Sören laps from the bowl just like a cat - Anthony hardens right up again watching him, an impressive feat for a forty-year-old. Sören's tongue licks and licks at the delicious cum, and every now and again he makes a purring noise to let Anthony know how much he loves it. Anthony pets him, smiling adoringly. "Good kitty," Anthony husks. "Such a good kitty..."
"Mrowr!" Sören really gets into it, lapping more enthusiastically. After a moment Anthony starts laughing. Sören looks up. "Prrp?"
"You have cum on your nose." Anthony smiles. "It's cute." He skritches Sören's chin and gives him a wicked look. "And fucking hot."
When the bowl is down to the dregs, Sören licks the insides of the bowl, wanting to get it all, every last drop. Once the bowl is licked clean, Sören licks his chops like a cat and makes another contented purring noise. He moves closer to headbutt Anthony before kissing him, letting Anthony taste himself. Anthony moans appreciatively, and reaches down to play with Sören's hard, dripping cock as the kiss deepens. Then Anthony licks the cum off the tip of Sören's nose, making Sören giggle.
They look into each other's eyes. "Is kitty gonna let me scent him first before we fuck?"
Sören gets on all fours, face down, ass up. Anthony gets behind Sören, spends a moment rubbing his nose in the crack of Sören's ass, and then he starts to lick around and around the opening. Sören lets out a "ROWR!" when Anthony's tongue plunges inside. Sören's fists grasp the sheets, white-knuckled, and then he kneads like a cat as Anthony eats him out, that tongue knowing how to fuck him after seven years and hundreds of nights. Sören mewls and yowls like a cat in heat, Anthony's tongue driving him right to that edge, Sören so pent up with animal lust that he almost comes like that. Finally Anthony smacks Sören's ass and tugs the leash. Sören stays on all fours as Anthony gets the lube, and Sören hears himself make an urgent, especially high-pitched whimper as he feels the tip of Anthony's cock at his opening.
Anthony starts to push inside and leans in, his chest against Sören's back, the chest hair teasing Sören's sensitive skin. When Anthony is all the way inside he bites the back of Sören's neck where it meets the shoulder, and Sören yowls like a cat again, loving it.
Anthony fucks him hard, their hips slapping together, bed rocking against the wall. Sören howls and mewls as Anthony growls, "Good kitty. Such a good kitty. My good kittycat..."
"Fuck, yes, yes, yes..." Sören works his hips, matching Anthony's rhythm, fucking himself on that thick cock, craving it like a drug. "Fuck me, Daddy." Anthony is only four and a half years his senior, but here and now, he's Sören's kitty daddy. "Oh god, Daddy, fuck your kitty hard..."
Anthony grunts and bites the back of Sören's neck again. Sören screams into the pillows, knowing it won't be long before he comes, but as badly as he needs to come, he wants Anthony to keep fucking him, to never, ever stop... The world melts away, this is the only thing that matters, the only thing that exists.
"Want. You." Anthony bites Sören's neck again, then turns Sören's face so they can kiss, so their tongues can lick together. "Oh, kitty. Good kitty." He kisses Sören again. "Good kitty..."
"Daddy." Sören lets out another mew. "Daddy, I'm so close..."
Anthony kisses him hard, slaps Sören's ass, and reaches around to play with Sören's cock. "Good kitty." He kisses Sören again and again, kisses and licks Sören's neck, bites it. "Good kitty. Good kitty..."
"Oh fuck." Sören starts panting, feeling himself rush to the point of no return. "Oh fuck oh god OH SHIT OH FUCK..." Sören screams through clenched teeth, lets out a cry of "Anthony!" as he comes hard, cock throbbing, prostate pulsing, contracting around the cock inside him.
Anthony gasps "Sören, kitty..." as he loses it, flooding Sören with his hot seed. They moan together, and then Sören purrs as the pleasure spirals through him, kneads the sheets. Anthony laughs and skritches Sören once more, tilting Sören's face and peppering it with sweet little kisses. "Oh, honey."
They rest with Anthony inside him for a moment, then after he pulls out, they lay together on their sides, facing each other. They continue to recover from their orgasm, dazed, and then they look at each other and crack up laughing.
"Wow, that was... ridiculous." Sören crinkles his nose and bites his lower lip. "But fun."
"Yes. Silly and fun." Anthony turns beetroot. "I can't believe I have a catboy fetish. Jesus."
"Hey, we're both into it. Didn't think I'd be into it... totally fucking am." Sören giggles. "I guess that costume will be for year-round, not just Halloween."
"I guess so." Anthony wraps his arms around Sören, pulls him close, and squeezes him. "Thank you."
"Thank you." Sören can't stop smiling, feeling like he's high. The rest of the world might be a garbage fire, but here, now, everything is all right. Life is good.