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Finx became part of Kit's life. Maybe not completely, but they saw each other often enough to make new feelings blossom inside Kit. For someone who was used to people leaving and entering his life in a puff, these two weeks have brought a surprising consistency to his life.
Praise too.
He was idolized daily and sincerely so this time. As soon as he learned more about Finx's obsession, Kit couldn't help but feel honored, overjoyed at the thought that someone cared about him so much that he would give up his own things for him. If Finx needed to be in the escape room, but Kit needed Finx first, the escape room wasn't even an option for Finx. Kit was a priority, a deity, someone Finx felt it was right to live for. He would give anything for that cat, and Kit would like to experience what that ‘anything’ meant in practice.
There was just one small problem: Finx was just a normal guy outside his pyramid.
Kit didn't give a damn that he was some kind of God; in fact, it was considered an irrelevant fact to him. He could be amusing at times, but Kit didn't mind so much when everything he needed could be easily provided by any human. His fear lay in the fact that, being a god, Finx might tire of him at some point.
Finx said he no longer cared about the escape room, but that was where his powers resided. He would tire of it at some point and return there, abandoning him without any explanation, and he was entitled to do so. What was so special about Kit that Finx would give up a luxury for him? The more time passed, the more the realization that there was nothing more hit Kit in the chest like a thousand sharp arrows.
He was just a stupid old cat with nothing to offer. This idolatry would come to an end one day because he had nothing new to offer since the 50s.
Well, except for one thing...
Although they only saw the cuteness and innocence of his appearance rather than his talent these days, Kit couldn't deny that this was to his advantage in many cases. Finx always praised him for who he was and the talents he had, but Kit knew very well that Finx was completely attracted to his looks. He loved the facade of the cute, innocent kitten, even if he would never confess it out loud, knowing that it bothered Kit.
Finx couldn't help it; Kit was so fucking adorable.
If that was what Kit had to use to make Finx never think of leaving him, then those were the cards he was going to play.
Another day had come to an end, and Kit could get rid of his boring job. It had been a tiring day, longer than usual in Kit's perception, so all he could think about was finally finding the comfort of his bed and falling into a deep sleep. These thoughts lit up like bright flames in his mind from the first moment he set foot outside the studios.
That is, until he felt his phone vibrate in his waistband.
He checked his phone lazily, but his posture changed the moment he opened the message he had received. In the message, Finx invited him to spend a fun night with him in his pyramid.
Nice. Kit could use that.
His plans had just changed.
Not that he cared much for the aesthetic side of things, but Kit couldn't lie about how much he liked the cozy feeling that the part of the room inside the pyramid brought. It wasn't so bright and was full of soft poufs and eye-pleasing decorations. There was a lot (like, a lot) of Kit merchandise, something that, although a bit weird, made him feel good in a way. It was bizarre how obsessed Finx showed himself to be, at the same time as Kit felt genuinely honored to be so appreciated by someone, so loved, seen for absolutely everything he had always been, but for which he had never been given credit.
He hoped it would never end. He needed to be loved by someone who wasn't a stupid child who would point and say “silly kitten” every time they saw him pass by.
That night, he would make sure that Finx would love him forever.
“I love this toy so much! I think it's my favorite in the collection,” Finx said as he handled a small figure of a Kit made of plastic, tapping his fingernail against the surface so that the figure moved as if it were jumping. He laughed, repeating the process, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed.
Kit nodded in understanding, not looking that interested. “I think that's my least favorite. It doesn't look like me at all.”
Finx turned his face towards him. “Aw, really?”
“Yeah, they made my belly white.” Kit touched his paws to his own belly. “My belly isn't white!”
“My goodness, I never realized.” Finx scratched at the cardboard on his head and put the figure aside. “Hmm... Looks like I've been a bit of a fake fan now. Forgive me, Kit!”
The puppy-dog eyes painted on the cardboard begged for forgiveness in such a pathetic way that Kit could only let out a slight laugh.
“You're actually the truest fan I've had in years,” he mused, taking a seat next to Finx. “You don't have to worry about that.”
Finx sniffled, looking emotional. “Really...?”
“Completely.” Kit gave a small smile and touched his paw to Finx's arm. The shiver that ran through Finx's body after that was out of this world. “Y'know, I was wondering when the fun part of the night would come.”
“Oh! You want fun, huh?” Finx tried to get into the rhythm, but it was clear from the tone of his voice that he was nervous.
Kit snuggled closer to Finx, his small body pressing against his, and this made a warmth creep up Finx's cheeks under the cardboard mask. The look on Kit's face hinted at something else, a wildness that Finx never knew how to deal with properly—it was like a fever dream he didn't want to wake up from.
Kit's paw drew circles on his thigh and went up, back and forth, his eyes staring at him with that enveloping lust.
Finx sighed deeply and put the figure aside.
“We can do whatever you think is fun, my kitten!”
Kit purred. “Come on, you know what I want.” He slid his wriggling paw into Finx's crotch, making him swallow dry.
“That feels...”
“Huh?” Kit flicked his ears, displaying an expression so fucking innocent. His tail rubbed his back gently in encouragement.
Damn. Finx began to feel the heat spreading through his body, as well as his cock straining against the fabric of his clothes.
Not that they'd never done anything of this nature before, but Finx had always expected Kit to take the initiative.
So he was in heaven now.
Finx tightened his fingers on the bedsheets. “W-well, what do you want, my sweet kitten?”
“First,” Kit began, “I want you to show me your face, handsome.”
The compliment left Finx on cloud nine, soft as jelly, but he soon obeyed, removing the cardboard mask and setting it aside next to the plastic figure. His face was covered in a vivid red, which highlighted his divine beauty even more. The only reason Kit wasn't affected in the same way as everyone who laid eyes on Finx's beautiful face was because he wasn't human. The attraction was still there, though.
Finx might be a weirdo, but he was beautiful.
Kit smiled at Finx and jumped off the bed, getting on all fours on his feet. He pushed his head against his legs and rubbed it there, looking at him with big kitten eyes.
“Holy shit, Kit... You're going to drive me crazy.” Finx felt his lungs run out of air for a moment; so involved was he in the scene.
Kit wagged his tail and got down on his knees on the floor. His paws went up Finx's legs, and he rested his face in his lap, pushing his head against the hardness pressed into Finx's shorts.
“Hmm... You're already so hard for your kitten. Could you stand to look at me the whole time I have your cock in my mouth?”
He knew better; he wasn't strong on anything that involved Kit, but he needed it as much as a man lost in the desert needed water to survive. Finx nodded, and that was enough for Kit to use his deft paws to pull down Finx's shorts and underwear, letting his cock pop out and poke his cheek.
“Purr-fect,” he teased and wrapped his paws around the length. His warm, soft grip made Finx shiver from head to toe. “Don't take your eyes off me or I'll stop.”
The demand sounded simple, but Finx knew himself well enough to know that it was not. If just feeling Kit's fine whiskers brushing against his cock was enough to make him restless, imagine watching him suck his cock?
“I-I will try, Kit. I swear I will!”
“You won't try, you'll succeed.”
And as he said this, Kit stuck out his tongue and licked a whole strip down the length. The rough, wet sensation in contact with his cock made Finx hiss and dig his nails into the bedsheets.
“A-ah... Kit!”
Kit smiled against his cock and continued, licking Finx's cock like a tasty popsicle, purring with each lick like the best meal a living being had eaten in years. He opened his mouth and slid Finx's glans into his hot, tight interior, breathing deeply through his nose to get more into his little mouth. His tail wagged happily, and his hands jerked most of it out, moving the soft pads on his paws down the entire length.
“Mhm... Meow! That's so good, don't stop,” Finx said, biting his trembling lips to stop more pleasurable meows from escaping him. His eyes were burning from focusing on the small figure of the cat he idolized so much, sucking him off like a slut. His slut. He was so excited.
Kit groped Finx's balls as he focused on moving his mouth around his cock, his head following the back-and-forth movements.
It was gratifying for Kit to see Finx's eyes water and for Finx to turn into a complete mess just by having his cock in Kit's mouth. The effect Kit had on a literal God made him feel like the most important being on earth, which he wished were true.
Finx's cock twitched in the grip of Kit's mouth, so Kit pulled it out and licked it again, teasing it with the roughness of his tiny tongue.
How small he was, on his knees to Finx, drove Finx crazy.
He was just a little kitten that Finx loved to adore. He was so lucky.
It wasn't long before that agonizing squeeze was released in a jet of come against Kit's face, who received it happily.
(Deep down; maybe Kit was disgusted, but it was worth the effort.)
Finx kept his fingers gripped tightly in the sheet, his head back and his panting loudly across the room. His body still burned and trembled, all while Kit licked up the drops of come pouring out from under his fur, oblivious to the pitiful state he'd left the man in front of him in.
“You taste good, I can't lie,” Kit commented nonchalantly, licking the back of his paw.
Finx forced himself to look at him again and smiled ecstatically. “Glad you liked it, my precious.”
Suddenly, Kit's eyes darkened. “Would you trade this for anything else in the world?” he asked, rubbing his cheek innocently against his now flaccid cock.
Finx shook his head negatively. “Never!”
“How should I know?” Kit batted his eyelashes at Finx and briefly licked the sensitive tip of his cock.
Finx's body shook.
“I would never lie to you, Kit! You're everything I've ever wanted; I love you!”
“Really?”
“Really! I swear!”
Kit rested his paws on Finx's knees and jumped onto his lap, pressing his ass against his cock.
“Prove it to me, Finx.” The innocent tone used in that sentence did things to Finx and left him in a mode of infinite assent, lost in the adorable expressions Kit made.
“Anything you want, Kit... Anything at all.”
Kit rolled his hips over his crotch and ran his paws up his lean chest. He leaned into Finx, his fur tickling against his face, and whispered in his ear, “Be my biggest fan forever.”
“I will be, Kit. Oh, Anubis, I will!”
“Then prove it to me.”
Finx didn't know exactly what Kit wanted, but judging by the sexual teasing, Finx assumed Kit was in for a good fuck. He grabbed Kit by the sides and changed their position on the bed, getting on his knees while pressing Kit's back into the mattress, his small body hiding under his shadow.
“Meow,” Kit meowed, feigning surprise. “You're such a pervert, Finx! That's not what I was talking about.”
Shame crept under Finx's skin until it was all over his face. He frowned with concern. “N-no? Oh, Anubis, I'm sorry!”
He was so obedient. Kit twitched his snout.
“Well, since we're like this... I don't see any problems,” Kit concluded, resting his paws on Finx's shoulders. “But let's do something different, okay? You'll know by then.”
“O-okay!”
“Do you trust me?” The question came out as a loud whisper—a secret, at the same time as a declaration to the world.
Finx didn't hesitate to answer, “More than anything.”
That's what Kit was looking for.
They fell into a making-out session, panting into each other's mouths as Kit whispered more about how much he needed Finx with him. This did a great job of getting Finx hard again, so they set about moving on to the next phase.
“Uh... Where did I leave the lube?” Finx asked himself, looking around the room.
Kit snorted. “We don't need that; you've got magic!”
Finx's eyes widened. “What? But it'll still be painful!”
“Not if you leave me wide open.”
Finx wanted to deny it, but Kit's kittenish eyes convinced him. He used his magic to open Kit up and spat on his hand, then rubbed it on his cock, making it more slippery.
Kit's cock emerged from his dark fur in the crotch area, and Finx had to stop himself from letting out an ‘Aww’ at how small and cute it was. Everything about Kit could be so adorable, Finx would never get over it.
Kit held his legs up and lifted his ass. His tail wagged invitingly. “Come on, put it in your kitty.”
Said and done.
Finx grabbed the tip of his cock and pushed it into Kit, holding his hips in place. As soon as his warm insides welcomed him, Finx groaned, not knowing if he would last long with Kit's hole squeezing him like that.
“Come on, relax, take a break,” Kit advised, letting out a heavy sigh. The feeling of fulfillment always drove him out of his mind.
There were so many sensations that Finx felt unable to utter a single word without coming to the brink of orgasm. He concentrated all his thoughts on spinning pyramids and other nonsense, his eyes squeezed tightly shut to avoid Kit's face and how full he was with his cock buried in Kit.
“Actually, I've changed my mind.”
This brought Finx's attention back to reality.
“Don't move; not a centimeter more or less, understand?” Kit demanded in a sexy tone, which sent delicious pulsations to Finx's cock inside him.
“Why though, Kit?” Finx arched his eyebrows.
Kit didn't answer at first, but instead purred and stretched, keeping his hips still.
“I want to do an experiment.”
(He was going to kill Finx that way.)
“A-an experiment?”
“Uh-huh.”
Kit's muzzle brushed the side of his neck and then moved up, reaching his ear, his warm breath caressing it, and Finx could only suppress a particularly pathetic moan in the midst of it all.
Kit smiled against his skin and licked his earlobe before whispering, “You're the only one I love out of all the stupid people I've met in my life.”
That whisper sent shivers through Finx's entire body, and he felt the air escape from his lungs after hearing it.
“Kit, damn it, are... Are you serious?”
“More than ever,” Kit continued. “I need you to live. The way you flatter me drives me crazy, fills me with joy.”
The temptation to move his hips and fuck him like never before was great, but there was still a hint of self-control left in Finx's body.
Kit began to stroke his hair with one of his paws. The other he rested on his shoulder—subtle but very effective touch.
“I've been in the industry for so long without someone to see the real me. What would become of me if fate didn't bring us together?”
Finx's eyes widened. “D-do you think it was fate?”
“Most certainly, yes.” Kit nibbled on his earlobe and continued, “Fate knew that we would never be truly happy and complete without each other.”
It was absolutely incredible how Finx's cock pulsed inside him with every whisper that came into his ear. Kit loved being in control of every one of Finx's reactions; it made him feel powerful.
“I think without you... I'd have given it all up by now.” Kit's paw rubbed up and down his hair, his breath steady against his skin, keeping his small body under control while Finx's cock rested inside him. “I've thought about giving up so many times; you have no idea. But thanks to you, Finx, the flame of life has been lit in me again.”
Finx rolled his eyes, feeling a wave of warmth run through his body at the thought of having saved his greatest idol. Would Kit not be here if he didn't exist? Was his useless existence worth anything anyway? He was elated. He needed to know more so that his heart could be fed. Kit was so beautiful spread out underneath him, that innocent sparkle in his eyes, but which still contained a hint of lust, burrowing into his soul.
“I-I... Oh, Kit, I had no idea!”
Kit's paw caressed his cheek. “I don't like to talk about it too much, but I feel like I can trust you enough for this,” he whispered and rolled his hips against Finx's.
“A-ah! Fuck it, Kit!”
“If you leave me,” he paused, grabbing both sides of Finx's face, his eyes boring into him, “I'll end it all! I... I won't be able to go on with my life working like a convict without earning anything I deserve.”
Finx swallowed. He wanted to look away, but Kit's claws forced him to look at him.
“You were the only one who saw something beyond appearances. After years... Finx, you saved me.” Kit's tone softened, and a smile formed on his mouth.
The hard pressure placed on Finx's face disappeared, and he was finally able to let out the air he hadn't even known he was holding in.
Kit pulled him close and nuzzled his face against the curve of his neck, wrapping his arms around Finx's lean torso. His paws rested on his back.
“Come on, Finx, come in me. I know you can do it.”
“B-but—”
“Shh... Just do it.”
Kit's insides suddenly became so much tighter and warmer, crushing his cock in the small space between his inner walls, and Finx mewed, his legs trembling.
It was only with one last lick on his ear that Finx really came. He pressed Kit harder against him and the bed, his hips stuttering inside Kit as his load desperately released into him.
“Good boy,” Kit whispered the compliment, stroking his lower back with his tail.
As soon as Finx came, he almost collapsed on top of Kit before remembering how small he was and that he could literally crush him. Finx rolled onto his side with his heart pounding, his vision half clouded with the smoke of pleasure that had just dissipated. His cock was hot, warmed by Kit's body heat. God, he could get hard again just from that thought.
Kit climbed on top of him, his ears pointed straight up. “No rest yet, little guy.” He flashed his erection at Finx, who looked at him in a bit of a daze.
Finx opened his mouth to speak, but Kit stopped him in his tracks. “Use your hands. That's all you'll need.”
He would do anything for Kit. He lowered his head and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking slowly with his fingers rubbing its sensitive tip.
“Mhm... Good, very good.” Kit balanced himself on Finx's chest, sitting on his belly. “Good boy,” he whispered half-aloud, his tail wagging more and more each time he came close to climax.
Kit's come soon covered Finx's fingers, and Finx stared at him in a trance for a moment, appreciating how cute he was as he struggled to breathe. Finx looked down at his own hand and brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking up the come around them. Kit watched this with a brief expression of disgust.
“Well, if that's what you like...”
Finx shook his head. “It's the best thing in the world because it came from you, my kitten!”
Oh, right. He'd have to deal with weirdness if he was going to keep him around.
Kit threw himself down beside him and stretched his arms up. He looked at Finx sideways and held out his paw to him.
“I'm glad I can count on you, Finx.”
Finx took his paw, squeezing it as if Kit might run away from him at any moment.
“Forever, Kit. Forever.” He brought Kit's paw up to his mouth and planted a kiss on the back of it.
Kit could handle it, just like the cats in Ancient Egypt.