Elly started the shower and made sure the water was the right temperature. They got in and rinsed off, getting clean again and refreshed.
She was running her hands through her hair under the stream, eyes closed, when she felt his mouth low on her belly.
"Sho?" She glanced down, startled to see his eyes were burning red. He met her gaze and held it, licking his lips.
"Tell me I'm a good boy," he whispered.
"What," she gasped. This was not a question, it was a choked exclamation of shock. She braced herself harder on the slippery wall and blinked down at him.
"I promised submissive, remember?" He kissed her thigh. "How much can you handle, my queen?"
"How much..." Elly shook her head in disbelief. "How much submissive can Aizawa Shota really get?" Her lips twitched in a small smile at the thought of him play-acting this much for her benefit.
He raised one eyebrow, his eyes darkening back to gray. "That sounds like a challenge, Ches."
She caressed his cheek, fingertips trailing along the stubble. "Is it? You don't back down from those now, do you baby?" A thumb parted his lips and he sucked on it obediently, closing his eyes.
"Whatever you want," he breathed. "Since we're in the tub, I can give my sweet kitten a bath if she wants one." His tongue lapped over, crossing her thigh until he was spreading her folds apart with his hands, kissing tight circles along the edges. Water poured down his back, his face and cheeks, and he grew bolder still with the steady stream cleansing her even as he licked.
Aizawa shut his eyes, his lips and tongue working busily. He lapped and sucked, his wet hair lashing on his neck and cheeks as his head bobbed.
Elly gasped and tugged him closer, her hips jerking into his movements. "God, yes," she groaned. "So good... but I want you inside me, baby. Let me ride."
He whined, and she groaned loudly at the sound coming from him. "Still want me like this?"
"Let's see how long 'til I break you," she chuckled. "You're not a natural submissive, baby."
"Mmnnn." His lips suckled softly for a moment while he pretended to think. A low, long moan rose from deep in her throat and she stroked his wet hair back from his face. "We're in the bathroom. Let's get messy."
"<i>Yes.</i>"
"I wanna come inside you." His heavy breathing panted full in her ear, tickling the sensitive fur. "<i>I want to fill you up so much it spills out</i>."
"Then sit on the edge." She turned off the showerhead, pulling the curtain back. Aizawa sat, cursing under his breath at the slick porcelain and wishing the edge of the tub were wider. He forgot about everything else when she sank down onto him, though.
"Yes..."
She slipped him out, then in again with a touch of her hand.
"Mnnn, good... so good."
"You do feel good," she whispered. "But Shota, remember what you promised."
He cracked open an eyelid. "What? What are you..? Don't stop."
Elly's ears flicked, spraying bits of water on him but she didn't speak. She gave him a knowing smirk and sat still.
"Damn it," Aizawa groaned lowly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, wet hair dripping. "I'm not gonna say it. Subbing's one thing but I don't beg fucking <i>twice</i> in one night!"
A longer pause.
He opened his eyes. "You're really not going to -? Hnf!" She latched more firmly around him when he tried to buck into her heat, weighing herself and using her tail as leverage. In this precarious position he simply couldn't get enough stimulation without her. The movement only caused a graze, a light, shallow thrust that had him straining and panting for more, his eyes rolling wildly. "C'mon, just <i>move</i>. Unnngh, god! Sh - shit!"
"You know what I want, baby," she purred, tracing drops of water that ran down his collarbone with light fingertips. "Be sweet and I'll let you come."
Aizawa's groan shook his whole body. "You're a cruel kitty. Ohhh god, kitty..."
Elly waited, though her heart was thudding hard in her chest, her blood singing and lower body alive with tingling anticipation. He rarely called her that, so she assumed he was close. She slowly lifted herself from his lap, letting him slide out.
He protested with a whimper. "Oh no. No! I didn't mean it! You're a good kitty, my best kitty... ohhh, f - fuck. Please keep going, I need it, I need <i>you</i>." His voice dropped and he growled the last bit, his fingers sinking into her plush rear when she sealed their connection again. "<i>Yes</i>..."
She concentrated on moving correctly; it was a hard task but worth it to see him squirm. The penetration felt wonderfully deep but after several minutes she felt her legs tremble in warning.
"Ugh..." This came out a guttural moan against her throat as she quivered on top of him. "Little kitty can't keep up with her big, strong man, can she?" Aizawa chuckled softly. "Want help?"
"Sorry, Sho, my legs..." She shivered. "You're so sexy, though. I only need a little to finish."
"Let's move to the bed, then. Quick." He caught her by the waist and pulled her up and out, darting as fast as he could on wet feet through the tile and then hardwood floor.
"Ewww, it's gonna get wet..!"
"Tch! Then maybe you shouldn't have teased me so much," he grunted with a laugh. "I'm gonna jump right in, <i>kitty</i>."
"You and your - ohh!"
"Oh, <i>fuck yes</i>." His hips snapped, burying himself inside and causing her to cry out joyously. "Yeah, my kitty needs it, doesn't she?"
Elly threw her arms around him, mewing loudly. His constant use of the silly pet name he never used before had finally gotten to her. It had been mildly embarrassing but now it enflamed her to hear him sighing it as he thrust over and over.
"Faster, babe!"
"Anything," he huffed, "anything for my kitty." Their bodies slapped louder together in a quickening beat, the bed squeaking and thumping. "Ahhh, shit. Shit, you close?"
"So close!"
He dipped his head low, predatory, as he hovered over her. Locks of his damp hair tickled her but he leaned ever closer. Still thrusting, he nipped a furry ear between his teeth and husked in a shaky, near-to-orgasm voice. "You w - want my milk, kitty? I'm - I'm going to -!"
Her wail answered his deep, relieved sigh. He continued to roll his hips, grunting with over stimulation but loving the idea that he was filling her more. It took only a few seconds before he barked softly in more pain than pleasure.
"Shota, careful."
"Ergh!" He pulled out all at once.
"Oh, ew. What did I say..." She sighed.
His tone was drastically different as he surveyed the scene before him. "Mnnn. What a <i>mess</i>."
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