[M] Breaktime (1/1)

"No, Zitao, not now.""But please, master, I need it."Having the young catboy turn up in the doorway of Yifan's office, ears covered by a hat and tail tucked into the leg of his pants, wasn't something entirely unusual. Sometimes Zitao just couldn't wait for him to come home, and so begged Yifan's driver to take him to the blonde's workplace so that he can surprise him and drag him out of work early.But Zitao had never turned up in the middle of the day on Yifan's lunch break before.He figured there must have been something wrong, what with the young catboy's watery eyes and flushed expression, but the whimper the younger let out as soon as Yifan layed a hand on his shoulder clued him in to what might be the problem."I need it master Yifan, please."With a rather resigned sigh, Yifan plucks the catboy's fingertips from around his forearm and closes his office door quietly, taking a quick look outside beforehand to ensure that the other workers were otherwise occupied, and hopefully far enough away to ensure that they don't pick up on any interesting noises amongst the clacking of their fingers against their keyboards."Alright, Zitao, quickly."The young catboy's ears perk so quickly that the hat atop his head falls off, revealing those jet-black ears that Yifan loves so. He croons softly into one of Zitao's ears, rubbing the smooth fur between a thumb and fingertip as he ushers the now rather excited boy over to his spacious desk.Zitao practically quivers, Yifan can see his tail snaking and curling around inside the leg of his trousers, and all but pounces on Yifan once the blonde has settled himself into his plush office chair.Zitao's hands are everywhere, fingers pawing pathetically at his master's clothes as he licks and nips at Yifan's chin. It's almost amusing, just how needy Zitao can be when it's that time of the month, but Yifan doesn't laugh, he simply runs soothing hands down Zitao's back, dipping into his loose trousers to pull his tail free. It lashes around in its freedom, Zitao letting out a content sigh, and Yifan strokes down the length of it, pulling gently and smirking at Zitao's surprised little squeaks.Even with such simple touches, it's not long before Zitao is panting and wriggling, his thighs shaking from his straddled position atop Yifan. He whimpers quietly, nuzzling into the side of his master's neck, but Yifan hushes him, scratching at the base of his tail and pressing kisses to his temple."What do you want, Zitao?" he whispers against the cropped hair at the side of Zitao's head, inhaling the sweet scent of the catboy's shampoo and the underlying musk of something entirely his own.Zitao murmurs, barely audible against the side of Yifan's neck, the blonde can just feel the heat of his breath over the thin skin, so he squeezes Zitao's hip, chuckling at the sharp intake of breath he draws from Zitao."What is it, Zitao?""You." He practically breathes the word out, accentuating it with a roll of his hips that presses his already hard need against Yifan's own clothed half-hard cock."Me?""You. You, you, you, master I want you, please!" Zitao sits up suddenly, leaving Yifan's lap with a lingering look to his master's plush lips before he slides unceremoniously to the floor with a quiet 'oof!'His hands grip Yifan's knees, fingertips digging in just lightly as those deep hazel eyes glance almost shyly up at Yifan. He noses gently against the fabric covering his master's knees, blinking up at Yifan every so often, almost as if asking for permission. Yifan grants him it after a moment of teasing, threading his fingers through Zitao's hair and watching the catboy pout as he traces up and over a black ear.Zitao shuffles himself forwards, between Yifan's now parted legs, and smoothes a palm up and over the growing bulge in his master's pants. The younger bites his lip, glancing between Yifan's crotch and face until Yifan nods, bucking his hips lightly to coax Zitao into doing whatever it was he wanted, though Yifan had a pretty good idea.Sure enough, with permission, Zitao pops the button of Yifan's trousers, and pulls the zip down far too slowly for Yifan's liking, but a hand follows in it's wake and presses against his slowly hardening cock, cupping it in his palm and squeezing lightly as Zitao works his master's underwear down enough to uncover him.It draws a lengthy sigh from Yifan, resting his hands at either side of the chair and leaning back with his lip between his teeth. He draws in a breath with a hiss as Tao's fingers wrap around his arousal, and when he feels lips press lightly to the tip. He exhales slowly, his fingers once again finding themselves in the locks of black between Zitao's backward-pointing ears.The catboy licks at the head almost tentatively, the way his ears drop flat to his head, and the way his tail flickers from left to right makes him look like he's doing something naughty, and Yifan huffs out an amused chuckle between appreciative intakes of breath at the thought.Zitao is doing something a little bit naughty.He's broken away from his thoughts by Zitao flicking his tongue along the slit of his cock, laving his pink muscle over the blunt tip and then across his rosy lips, his sharp eyes watching Yifan all the while, and a grin spreads across his features as he squeezes Yifan in his palm, pumping the shaft with a cheeky glint in his eye.Yifan growls low in his throat, and tugs Zitao back onto his cock by the strands of hair between his fingertips. 'I said quickly, Zitao' he thinks, but he scratches behind one of Zitao's ears for slightly uncalled for rough treatment, and Zitao simply purrs and nuzzles along his hard dick, before parting his lips and taking the entire length onto the wet heat of his mouth.The combination of a mewl from the younger and his consant purring threatens to make Yifan cry out, but he holds it back, making it little more than a moan through his teeth as he leans back, closing his eyes and losing himself in the sensation of Zitao's lips running along his cock, and his tongue swirling around his tip and shaft.The young catboy revels in the weight of Yifan on his tongue, still peering up to his master on occasion, simply loving the fact that even in his lust-driven state, he is still pleasing his master, and  pleasing him well from the looks of things. His purrs increase in their ferocity, and Yifan near enough writhes in his seat, his fingers pulling painfully on Zitao's hair, making the younger pull off with a pop and a disgruntled yowl."Sorry, Zitao, sorry.." Yifan's voice is soft, his eyes just open a crack to look down at Zitao as he releases his hold on the younger's hair and instead runs his knuckles over the catboy's plush cheek, and across his spit-slick lips. Zitao chirrups, his ears perking atop his head slightly as he nuzzles into Yifan's light touch, and the elder knows that he's forgiven.He traces soothing fingers along the line of Zitao's jaw, watching the way the younger shudders and his lips part to let out a pathetic little whine at even such a small touch. Yifan smiles, and once again weaves his fingers through Zitao's hair, and Zitao leans down to take him into his mouth once more until Yifan stops him."No, Zitao." His voice is stern, but soft enough to ensure Zitao that he isn't being scolded. One of the catboy's ears twitches with slight confusion and Zitao looks blinking up to him."No? But Master, I--" Yifan tuts and slips his thumb past Zitao's lips to silence him.The velvet of Zitao's tongue on the pad of his digit is delightful, and Zitao seems happy enough with something else to suck on. "There's no time, Zitao. If I come first, then what about you, hm?" He slips his thumb from Zitao's mouth, brushing it over his cheekbone and humming in approval at the wet line it leaves across the younger's skin."I can.. I can take care of myself." The catboy nods, and nuzzles almost sadly at the shaft of Yifan's dick, his tongue peeking out to lick up the length of it. It draws a groan from his master that makes him shiver and writhe."That's not why you came here. That's not what you really want, is it Zitao?"His master's voice sounds strong and composed even with Zitao suckling at the head of his cock, and the catboy looks up to him with wide eyes and a chirrup that makes Yifan's thigh jump. His lips slide off of his master's cock with a wet noise and he sits panting for a moment, seemingly conflicted.

Yifan chuckles."Thought so."He leans down, and pulls Zitao clumsily back up into his lap by his armpits, and makes short work of pushing the younger's pants around his ankles and adjusting them so that Zitao is sat with his ass bare on Yifan's thighs and their erections are pressed flush together.Zitao practically yelps, his hands up at his mouth as one of Yifan's palms encloses around both of their shafts and pumps them together, slow and deliberate, his thumb playing at Zitao's tip and his ownZitao writhes, leaning forward until his head rests against Yifan's chest and his ears brush against his master's chin. His tail thrashes madly behind himself, and he cries out when he feels teeth biting lightly at one of his ears."M-master.."Yifan's spare hand cups his chin and tips his face up to meet his own. Zitao's eyes are teary, his ears pressed flat back against his head as Yifan continues his slow ministrations, looking the catboy straight in the eye as he squeezes their cocks together."God I wish I could fuck you right now."Zitao practically sobs. "Please master, please, I need it oh god I need you, please-"Yifan places a surprisingly gentle kiss to his lips, his hips stuttering lightly as Zitao shifts just enough and makes the heads of their cocks rub together. He grins against the needy catboy's lips, dipping his tongue just quickly into the younger's mouth before he speeds up his hand around them."Later, Zitao. I will give you everything you need later, alright?"Zitao keens, and Yifan presses his thumb firmly against his slit, bucking his hips so their cocks rub harshly."Alright?" He questions again firmly, not expecting much of an answer from the now sobbing Zitao slumped against his chest as Yifan jerks him and himself off in deft movements."Yes ma- Ah!" Zitao tenses, his back bowing magnicently, and Yifan feels the younger's cock twitch in his hand.The younger hadn't even warned him he was close, and as Yifan looks down, seeing the wondrous look of ecstasy on his catboy's face, and the strings of cum splattering across his bare thighs, he feels that coil of pleasure in his own belly approach all too quickly.His vision whites out the next he knows, overcome by nothing but pleasure as he comes between them also, still gently stroking both of them off and milking them for everything they can give. Zitao starts to whimper from the sensitivity of his spent body, gently butting his head against Yifan's shoulder with a noise of disgruntlement.Yifan chuckles languidly, his non-cumsoaked hand soothingly stroking up and down the boy's back whilst Zitao's ears and tail twitch in post-orgasm bliss."Good kitty."__an: this was terrible and ended too suddenly but eh