A/N: a little one shot about myself and my current boyfriend. If you are confused, it's a prelude to My Little Rose. Since I'm not American age of consent is different, but for website rules everyone in the story is over 18.
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At the age of 19, it can be possible for ones mind to wander slightly in search of less moral pleasures. In my first year at university and despite getting straight As in philosophy, I was without a doubt considered to be a terrible student. Academically I was a shining star, however uptight lecturers detested nothing more than a vulgar longhaired delinquent retaining such amazing grades.
At the weekend, myself and some of my more rebellious counterparts would flock to the CBD in search of a good time. The first associate I'd take was a boy somewhat older than me named Lariah. He was in the habit of feigning drunkenness to hook up with women, and it seemed to work, as in my own semi-drunken state I witnessed him with two girls atop him, one tracing his neck with her tongue and leaving hickey marks whilst the other kissed him softly, letting his soft lips crush against hers. She left many black lipstick marks all over his neck and collarbones. I liked to ruin his fun and confess to the girls that he was sober, but that time I didn't much feel like it in my own half wasted, half buzzed, half doped state.
The second associate brought by Lariah was an eighteen year old I'd met before but never really spoken to named Gideon. He was wearing velvet kitten ears, a tail and a silken cat collar with a little bell that jingled. Aside from that he wore only booty shorts and a thin black top. He was similar to myself in appearance but with shorter hair and more sallow eyes. As far as I'd known he'd only ever had one boyfriend and was a virgin. I studied him up and down, the tight jeans hugging his feminine thighs and leaving nothing to the imagination. His innocent features the picture of submissive beauty. I was predatory and he was my prey.
Sliding along the wall, I wrapped an arm around his waist, allowing my fingers to glide under his shirt and caress his exposed skin, so smooth as he shaved often. He looked over at me in confusion, and I parted my hair to expose my vivid blue eyes. Gideon seemed entranced, his eyes locked on my hard jawline, stubble and my own piercing gaze locked on his tender lips and innocent demeanor.
"I find it rather boring here. Why don't we go to a private venue I know and you can amuse me, hm?" I suggested, my hot breath tickling his ear and I brought my face closer to his. I began to nibble his earlobe and heard him murmur something, his cheeks rosey red in embarrassment and...arousal?
"Was that a yes, kitten?" I prayed, and his hair tickled my nose as he nodded. I grabbed his hand and began to lead him on rather a long walk, through into the inner city. Had I not been horny, I'd have noticed the architecture modernising.
The place we arrived at was an abandoned biscuit factory across the water. It was an open compound once we snuck through the fencing and into the grounds. After climbing a makeshift ladder ten feet to the second floor we settled in an emptied room cleaner than the rest. The place was notorious for gang violence and bring there on a Saturday night was risky. That only added to my excitement and the sense of danger riled me up further.
Once we entered the room I pinned Gideon to the wall and ran my tongue against his sweet lips, begging for entry. It was granted and I slid my tongue through, feeling his hot breathe and soft mouth against my rough tongue. There was a small battle for dominance but I won. I laced my fingers through his and stopped before a small moan escaped the younger's lips.
"Ssshhh," I planted butterfly kisses along Gideon's nape, and slid my nails across his abdomen, lightly scathing the skin and making the younger man gasp. "Little kitty mustn't misbehave until I permit pleasure," I reminded, before wrapping my arms around his hips.
"Unzip my pants, kitten," I ordered, my nose to his ear and my voice husky, barely retaining my composure. I felt the fumbling hand around my crotch whilst I slid down his booty shorts from the back, revealing a pale, firm ass which appeared luminous in the moonlight. I ran my hand along it and moved his leg up to have more control over my pet. Gideon opened the button of my trousers and revealed my thick cock, veins running up the shaft and a bead of precum glistening from the head.
I heard my kitten's breath quicken and labour as I squeezed his ass and positioned my cock to tease his little hole. Running a hand through his hair, Gideon began to claw at my back ruthlessly using his fingernails, allowing blood to draw. I winced in pain but continued to tease the smaller man.
