The Domestic Cat

Aizawa absently stroked his girlfriend's hair, running his hand all the way down to her furry, striped tail and back again. She lay beside him, purring as he graded papers on their bed. Both were wearing the soft pants they wore to bed but she was the only one wearing a shirt. Aizawa was nude to the waist with his dark hair pulled up in a messy ponytail.

"Hey. No." He flicked her on the nose when she grabbed his hand and bit it. "Bad kitty."

Elly huffed and grabbed at his hand harder. "Mrr."

"Cheshire." He sighed and set the papers aside. "Would you like some attention?" She licked his wrist, purring louder. "Mmn. Do I taste good?"

She paused in mid-lick, fangs showing in a wide smile, then slowly lapped towards his fingers.

"You gonna bite again? Should I get the spray bottle?"

She glared at him, ears laying back.

"Aww, it's okay," he soothed, moving to rub her cheek. "Come cuddle with your Sho and I'll give you kisses."

Elly crawled over and laid on his chest as he leaned back on the bed, angling towards him. He cupped the back of her neck and licked her lips, humming with pleasure. When she ducked down and nibbled his chin scruff, he twisted his fingers in the front of her shirt and growled. She looked up and his hair was rising, his eyes glowing red and sporting the most wickedly smug grin. He tugged on her shirt, pulling her up.

"Blep for me, sweetie."

She hissed softly.

"Now, now. Show me that cute little tongue so I can suck on it and drive you crazy."

That got her attention. She crawled up his lap, sniffing lightly and opening her mouth to slide her tongue out the tiniest bit.

"There we go," he murmured in encouragement. He darted in quickly, grasping it between his lips.

Her eyes widened, then slipped closed in utter bliss as he devoured her, pushing further in a blistering soul kiss that caused chills to whisper down her spine. He grasped her waist in two hands and lifted her, setting her next to him so he could roll on top. Their kisses grew faster, more desperate, wetter and dripping and he licked any saliva away wherever he saw it.

"How about it, my queen? You like the feeling of my body on yours?" He nuzzled her neck and licked the throbbing pulse in a long, slow tease.

"Aiii-zaa-waaa... Shotaaa..."

"Mmm, talking now, are we? And my full name at that." He kissed her sensitive throat and grinned, baring his teeth on her skin when she moaned. "You must be turned on."

She grabbed his firm rear and squeezed, her tail thumping on the sheets in excitement beside them. "Would you rather I keep playing kitty and stay silent?"

"Nnm." He rubbed his cheek on hers, the scruff bristling on her skin. "That was fun, but how about we just make love?"

Her purr this time was thunderous. "Does this mean I get Softzawa?"

He snickered, kissing her lips briefly. "You know what it means." His hands moved down along her figure, gentle and slow. "And I happen to know you love it."

"Ahh... love everything you do."

"Liar." His chuckle slipped into a warm laugh. "But cute. So cute." He hummed contentedly, planting light and feathery kisses all over her face. Elly closed her eyes and he brushed his lips on her eyelids as well.

"Mmm. What made you so lovey tonight?"

"It's warm and dark, we're laying on the bed. I feel ..." He paused, then murmured into one of her furry ears. "Domestic. Comfortable and very relaxed. It makes me want to make slow, exquisite love to you."

She opened her mouth, then closed it. He saw this and kissed her deeply, his hands working her sweatpants down. She wriggled about and lifted her legs to help, and he gasped with excitement when he saw she was nude underneath.

"Surprise," she giggled. "You were rubbing my back the whole time - didn't you realize it was a little smooth down there?"

Aizawa shook his head. "Wasn't paying attention to that, I suppose." He raised one eyebrow at her as she lay beneath him. "I'm definitely wearing underwear."

"You always do." She stroked the soft cotton of his pants, admiring the tiny cat faces printed on them. "That's not a bad thing. I think you look sexy in just your boxers."

"The ones you got me for my birthday."

"Awww! The pawprints! I want to see!"

He cracked a smile again and pulled them down a ways. "See?"

"Shotaaaa." Elly squirmed her hands between them so she could yank them down. "Aha!"

"Hey!"

"Now that's adorable."

Blushing, Aizawa knelt with his pants around his ankles. The boxer briefs were cream colored with varying pawprints in orange, red, and yellow. "I like them."

"I know." Her shirt and sport bra sailed across the room and she laid back, breasts flattening when she stretched. "Okay, I'm holding you to 'slow and exquisite'."

"Let me grab a condom first." He kicked his pants off and rummaged in the nightstand, grumbling when he couldn't find them right away. "Ah. Stupid, fell out of the box."

She grinned, holding out her arms, and he set the packet down close by and crawled on top of her again. He molded his body to hers and kissed her several times while he rubbed the bulge in his briefs on her warm thigh. She wrapped her arms around him and toyed with the back of his hair, tugging a little.

"I love your hair when it's up."

"So cute," he whispered dreamily. His hands lifted her breasts, fingers teasing the nipples as his mouth worked downwards. She threw her head back when he caught the tip of one and licked lightly, his one hand still pinching the other. He nibbled and sucked back and forth until her skin was harder and more sensitive.

"Don't - don't stop," she panted. "It feels even better now."

"Mmn." He nipped a little harder and she moaned. "I can tell. And right before it starts to get to be too much..."

She cried his name, tears beading in the corners of her eyes.

"Here, now, my queen." This time his lips barely touched the nipple. He moved his head instead of his mouth, sliding back so the slickest inside was all that touched the stinging pleasure. Aizawa rumbled happily when her tears broke and she grasped his shoulders, raising her legs to try and gain friction below. He removed her lovingly tortured flesh from his lips and smiled down at her.

"Take these off," she begged. Her purple side locks were stuck to her tear-stained cheeks and he brushed them back. She turned her head and kissed his hand when he did, and he rubbed his thumb on her lips. She accepted it instantly, sucking and staring so hotly at him that he felt his penis twitch.

"Cute," was all he could moan again. The briefs were shoved down in record time and her hands were on him even faster. If he had made her excited, she did the same to him - stroking, rubbing and even tickling as he bucked his hips into her touch. She made him hot, and wet, and want her very much.

"Mmm, you're dripping, Sho. That's so much pre come. I love it."

"Do that th - thing you do," he choked, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly in his throat. "Please, before I put the condom on..."

Elly circled the head of his member with two fingers, the tips touching underneath where she could add extra pressure, and squeezed while rubbing. The friction was intense on his highest spot of pleasure. Aizawa wheezed, thighs trembling.

"Enough!"

"Too much?"

He was tearing the prophylactic open with his teeth and he stopped to look at her, gray eyes burning with lust. "Just perfect," he growled. "Give me a second."

She sighed and watched him tug the sheath over his slippery form. "Good. Now love me, Shota."

"Gladly." He fell on her hungrily, yet still careful to prop himself up so he didn't crush the wind out of her. He kissed her once and then thrust, sliding easily inside and pausing once fully immersed in her heat. "Ahh... Ches." More kisses as he began to move, his body hot and skin slick under her fingers.

"So good."

"Hmmm. You look so beautiful when I'm loving you. Your face - ahhh! -- your eyes..."

"I love the way you feel inside me." She arched her back, brow furrowing tensely as she reached for her pleasure. "M - maybe that's why."

"Cute," he repeated yet again. He seemed stuck on the word, moaning, sighing and whispering it over and over again tonight. He continued his syrupy slow thrusting, angling as far up and in as he could.

She smiled, laughing gently. "Say it again, dear."

"Ha," he whispered. "Ches, you're so ... cute. Oh, oh no. Wait." He shuddered all over and pulled partially back. "Mmmmn... ah!"

"Hair!" She husked, noticing his black tresses were sweeping up in the ponytail. "Shota, don't fight it, love. Let it happen!"

He swallowed audibly and then bucked forward, faster than before but still keeping a measured pace. "Ah, ah! No, hold me, I can do this. Ride - your legs... around me, please!"

She threw them up again, gripping him around the waist. The tingling electric feeling was suddenly there, all at once, and she cried out. "There! Yes!"

His pleasure building, the weight nearly crushing him with its intensity, he picked up the pace, breathing hard. He felt her nails digging into his back for purchase and shivered, remembering the illicit thrill of showing off his scratch marks during a recent summer day. His breath came and went in great, rushing moans, getting faster and faster. The pressure felt like it was actual pain and he whined desperately, struggling with himself. And then it broke all at once and he cried out loudly.

The tingle had built, on her part, to an enormous tension and she strained, whimpering, begging and kissing every part of him she could reach. Right before his hair whooshed all the way up in his orgasm tell, her own struck and she cried out in pleasure and relief.

Aizawa hung there, tired and sweaty, his arms shaking the tiniest bit. Elly heaved a big sigh and reached down, grasping the base of his length and holding the condom steady as he slipped out of her. He collapsed onto the bed, taking hold of it himself to pull it free and toss it in the wastebasket.

"Ungh." She was still trying to catch her breath.

"Agreed."

"I have to pee."

"Ches." He shook his head in amusement. "Wait. I think uh, I do too, this time. Ah, crap."

"Ha! Make fun of me, see how you like aiming that when you're still hard."

He swore quietly to himself, then grinned. "It's not my turn to clean the bathroom."

Elly slapped a hand over her face. "Ah, shit."