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Cypher looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked intently at the leather gloves and the leather thigh highs he wore. Good leather, thinner and more flexible, not the kind that you would wear to try and deter knives or small caliber bullets, soft and supple against his skin and dyed a rich and dark brown. This leather only really had one use. It looked good against his slightly lighter brown skin. The buckles looked in good shape too, as he ran his fingertips along them to check them, testing them with soft tugs and softer touches to ensure that they were there and would be able to be used in a moment. Still good.
He looked at himself in the mirror again. He looked horribly bare, wearing only the gloves and boots. No mask, no hat, no gloves, no layered up clothing, nothing but the leather and his skin. He glanced up shyly at himself underneath the fan of his eyelashes. This was… different. But he was not opposed. He still felt… naked in more ways than one.
Well, he needed to get out there before he lost will.
Taking a deep breath in, Cypher slowly grabbed the door knob to the bathroom and even more slowly twisted it and pushed it open.
In the low light of the room, his eyes were naturally drawn to Omen. He wore only his pants, putting on display his onyx skin, marked with vivid stripes of glowing teal. He lounged languidly across his room’s couch, long legs stretched out and one arm cocked as he waited on Cypher to come out. Seeing him, Omen rose, the wisps of shadow that came off his vaguely humanoid head trailing behind him as he slowly stepped up to Cypher.
“Good?” He asked.
“Yes, everything fits comfortably,” Cypher said.
Omen still tested everything, wriggling at least two fingers between the edges of the gloves and boots and his skin. He also tested the buckles to make sure they were working properly and even partially undid the boots and gloves to make sure that they were not leaving marks on his skin. Omen also made Cypher show that his range of motions were not too limited by the boots or gloves.
“Color?” Omen asked softly.
“Green,” Cypher said.
Omen merely nodded before turning to the coffee table in the room. Light glinted off soft fake fur and metal that had Cypher already stomach tightening in arousal. Omen picked up the first object, a headband with a set of fake kitten ears on it and held it out. Cypher nodded and ducked his head, letting Omen slip it on. The headband turned out to be a little tight, so Omen diligently took it off and stretched it out a bit, working the band out until it could comfortably sit on his head. He flushed a little when Omen grabbed the next object. A basic collar with a little round, copper bell on it. But Cypher lifted his head, baring his neck to Omen’s cool, talon tipped fingers as he put the collar on Cypher’s neck, diligently checking that there was comfortable slack to it. That left the final object, which really had Cypher blushing. An anal plug with a furry cat tail attached to it.
“Color?” Omen asked.
“Green,” Cypher said.
Cypher got on the couch, laying down on his back before he spread his legs, feeling the heat building underneath his skin as Omen grabbed the bottle of lube and moved to sit between his spread thighs, movements almost deliberately slow and carefully measured. Like he was afraid that he might spook Cypher. Sweet, thoughtful. Cypher made sure to show his appreciation for it as he spread his legs a little more, giving Omen ample room to bend down between his thighs with two slicked fingers to rub against the puckered ring of muscle.
“Relax,” Omen said, sounding more like a breathy plea than a hard order. Cypher stretched his legs and willed his lower body half to remain loose and languid as Omen’s slick fingers rubbed against his ass, putting pressure against the sensitive ring of muscle to make pleasure start bubbling in his guts. Omen was a soft dominate and it often showed. Cypher loved it.
Omen rubbed for a moment, making his lust simmer and heat his core, before a single finger carefully eased in. Thankfully his talons were blunted, and Cypher knew how to remain still and let Omen’s talented fingers work him open slowly and sweetly, one hand rubbing some part of Cypher as one and then two fingers worked Cypher open. There were also soft little remarks asking after him, the soft and sweetly murmured ‘color?’ and ‘good?’ never failing to make Cypher shudder and melt into the couch with equal parts adoration and lust.
When the plug was pressed against him, it sank in with no problems, Cypher unable to help the moan as the metal sank in and stretched him around the widest part of the plug before it sank in and sat nice and snug inside of him. He clenched instinctively around the toy and had to bite back a keen of need as his insides tightened around unyielding metal, and even when they relaxed there was that almost stinging ghost sensation that lingered and made the sensitive flesh tingle as the weight and width of the plug made lust burn at the base of his spine and had his cock giving an early interested twitch. His new furry tail swayed with the movement of his hips as he sat up, after Omen had cleaned his fingers and gently cleaned around the area for Cypher.
“Color?”
“Green,” Cypher said, unable to help the added color to his face when he heard just how breathy his voice was.
Omen merely nodded and thus the scene began.
Cypher had always had an interest in BDSM, but had been really unable to indulge in it. The level of trust and communication was just something that he had not had a lot of in his life, not to mention when he started getting in… deep and protecting his identity became paramount, the amount of trust needed nearly doubled and well… he just did not have something like that in his life. In this way, Omen was a blessing in more ways than one. You learned to trust the people you shed blood with quickly, and being an enigma with very little care for the world around them, and Cypher felt that age old itch come back around. When the opportunity to get close to Omen came, and the opportunity to scratch that insufferable itch came not too long after, Cypher took it. You took the little pleasures when you could get them, and Omen was oh so happy to give him that which he sought and ached for.
Thus this pet play scene they would be indulging in. Nothing intense and more of a test run before more in depth scenes, more light hearted roleplay and a bit of sex. Though chances were that they would never get ‘intense’ given that, despite his reputation, Omen was a very soft dom. Even their indulgences in Omen’s predator and prey roleplaying kink tended to be more lighthearted and even fun, seemingly intense games of chase ending in laughter and his being wrapped up tight in Omen's arms as Omen fucked his exhausted body. But that was alright, Cypher found himself far too addicted to the unyielding, but soft and tender Omen in the bedroom and was not keen on changing that. Or at least giving Omen ample time to get comfortable before suggesting anything that might toe his comfort line.
Not today. Today, Cypher stretched out like the pretty kitty that he was dressed up to be and put his head on Omen’s thigh. Cool fingers cupped his jaw and a talon tipped thumb softly and gently rubbed against his cheek, jaw, lips, temple, any bit of skin it could easily reach as Omen sat there and read something unimportant. Or, at least unimportant to Cypher as he felt that all too familiar comfortable slide into subspace and just went soupy and languid, getting pet softly as he felt the cool touch of Omen’s skin against his face. When Omen threaded fingers through his hair, he sighed contently, nearly purring underneath the soft attention.
“Pretty kitty.”
Cypher shivered at the words, moving to rub his face against Omen’s cool thigh firmly. He shivered more as those clawed fingers moved to scratch delicate, ticklish lines down his back with the tips of his blunted talons. He helplessly arched when they managed to reach below his shoulder blades, scratches and soft rubbings with the softer underside of his fingertips. They could not go much further down without Omen awkwardly leaning over, but those soft and delicate sensations felt good right there.
“Your favorite spot, huh?”
He nodded and arched when those nails pressed in with a bit more force, bowing his back and lifting his hot face away from the coolness of Omen’s thigh to let out a sharp gasp. It drew a chuckle from Omen, who’s nails trailed back up his back to scratch and pet through his hair, prompting him to melt and flop back to rest his hot face against Omen’s thigh. It drew a chuckle from Omen, who rubbed firmly between Cypher’s shoulder blades.
“Good kitty.”
Cypher flushed hotly, pressing his face tightly against Omen’s thigh as blunt talons raked across his scalp and made his hot skin break out in goosebumps. He wanted to shy away from the touch as his skin prickled from sensitivity, but also chase it as pleasure started building in his lower belly and he could feel his cock starting to harden. He rolled onto his front to hide it, but Omen was keen, moving to scratch along the back of Cypher’s neck as Cypher felt a new wave of heat roll across his skin.
“Sensitive.”
Then that wonderful hand was gone, Omen moving with lazy grace as he moved to lay on the couch, legs on either side of Cypher. When Cypher looked at him questioningly, looking for a clue on what Omen was doing, Omen sprawled with cocky laziness before using a single finger to just as lazily beckon Cypher. Obeying promptly, though still slightly hesitant because he was unsure on where Omen wanted him to be, Cypher crawled up Omen’s body, welcoming the press of his cooler body against his own heated skin, pausing the first time with his torso resting against Omen’s lower body only to be beckoned again and moving up, then again when he paused with his head at Omen’s pectoral level, and finally stopping when they were face to face.
“There we are,” Omen hummed contently, reaching out to cup Cypher’s cheeks and rub his thumbs against whatever bit of Cypher’s skin that he could get at, petting him Cypher realized and readily melted into the gentle touches. “My pretty kitty.”
Cypher turned red, but also further melted underneath the soft touches and gentle praising words. His mind was a blissful fog of love and lust that made his body loose and pliant, but not so much as to miss the split that started to form as Omen opened his ‘mouth’, revealing sharpened black teeth and a glowing teal tongue. That tongue lapped at Cypher’s lips, wanting in and betraying just how aroused Omen was already, usually starting Cypher up with softer and more chaste kissing before tongue, but Cypher was already worked up too and eagerly parted his lips as he went in for the kiss. Soft lips pressed against his feverishly as Omen eagerly went in for a taste of his mouth, his moaning voice as the feeling of Omen’s long tongue pressing in always did things to him. The hands on his jaw gently held him there as they sloppily kissed, the wet sound of it making Cypher twitch with his need to grind against something, but knowing the rules that Omen set out for the scene. Not touching yourself unless I tell you too. He knew he would get relief soon, but in the meantime, his dick was half hard and getting harder as Omen’s inhumanly long tongue coiled around his own, occasionally flicking against his soft palate and sometimes threatening to press deeper into his throat in a way that had Cypher shuddering and his thighs twitching.
Omen pulled his tongue out after a few moments of heated making out, using a thumb to wipe away some of Cypher’s spit from his chin before gently grabbing hold of it. Cypher, panting and his mouth feeling raw and sensitive, obediently found Omen's face (about where eyes would be if Omen saw in a traditionally 'human' sense).
“Hmm, not yet.”
He merely nodded and moved where Omen’s hands guided him to go, ending up draped face down across his lap as Omen sat up. Those cool hands started to pet every bit that they could reach, running along his back and shoulders and shamelessly along his hips and over the curve of his ass, and a few times dragging along his faux-tail and causing the plug to pull ever so slightly against his sensitive insides and making him whimper. Each little twitch and muffled noise seemed to please Omen, as he kept seemingly mindlessly petting Cypher, even when Cypher’s fully hard cock was pressed against a cool thigh. If this were more vanilla sex, Cypher knew several different ways to drive Omen up a wall and get what he wanted but this was not, and so his cock ached and he twitched as he tried to stop the need to rut against Omen.
“Good kitty.”
Cypher twitched hard, the praise going through him rather intensely now that he was fully aroused. He whimpered softly, earning gentle fingers through his hair and a soft chuckle above him.
“Not yet, kitty. Now, up, I need to grab something.”
It took herculean strength to get up off Omen’s lap, but he did it, flopping onto his back in a messy sprawl of limbs. There was some small hope that the sight of him would tempt Omen to get impatient again, but no such luck as Omen chipperly rose to grab something on the other side of the room, returning with it and sitting between Cypher’s spread legs.
“Color?” Omen asked softly.
“Green,” Cypher panted.
“Good kitten,” Omen rumbled.
They had, of course, discussed what they wanted to do during the scene beforehand. They had both agreed that they preferred the dominance and control aspect of pet play more than any other part of it, not to mention Cypher enjoyed the ability to turn off his brain for a bit and just focus on the pleasure and scene. They had decided on a number of things they could use for the scene, focusing on ‘pet ownership’. The feather toy looked like it was the first item to be used and Cypher had a feeling that he was going to be edged a bit before the real fun happened. Nothing he was against, especially in a scene. His breathing still hitched hard as the soft feathers brushed against his face, tickling along his lips and jawline.
“Does kitty like the new toy I bought him?” Omen rumbled softly.
Cypher nodded, breathing hard as pleasure broiled softly in his lower stomach and his once flagging cock gave a twitch of renewed interest. He gave it a few half hearted bats, enough to encourage Omen to lightly toy with it along his collarbone and chest, his thighs quaking as the soft feathers briefly brushed over the rises of his nipples and sending shivery pleasure along the lower half of his body. As it toy flicked along his lower belly, there was a brief burst of very not sexy ticklishness, but thankfully Omen knew about that and only gave his belly a few touches with the feathers before looking down and pausing as thought the sight of his erection was news.
“Mmm, kitty does like his new toy. Very much so it would seem,” Omen practically purred.
The exceptionally soft brushes of feathers against his hard cock were strange. Not enough pressure to really cause any arousal, but the slight ticklish sensation still kept his body and mind interested enough to keep his erection, his cock giving the occasional twitch when he felt the slightest brush of the plastic pole of the toy that the feathers were attached too. He was slightly relieved when the toy was moved to tickle and brush his inner thighs then, skin jerking from oversensitivity from being kept aroused for so long. He jerked slightly when the feathers tickled the crease of his hips, though not reacting as much as he had when the touches were further up. When the feathers dusted over his knees, he really did not react at all.
“Not liking this toy so much? Silly kitten, always getting so bored easily,” Omen hummed as though in thought. “Here.”
The feather toy was set aside, giving Cypher a moment to catch his breath, before he focused on the next toy.
This one was distinctly not for cats.
“Let’s go for a small walk, hmm?”
The harness went easily around his upper chest and arms, and the one that attached his waist and clipped to his thigh high boots also easily went on. And once he was all strapped in (of course getting another soft ‘color?’ because Omen was a sweetheart), he got off the couch and sank to his hands and knees to let Omen clip the leash on the harness, between his shoulder blades, before ‘walking’ him. Now the actual ‘walk’ was not leaving the room, but it still made his skin break out in goosebumps as he shuffled gracelessly around on his hands and knees after Omen and the soft guiding tugs of his leash as they did a few laps around the room. Nothing long, given that walking around on his hands and knees was not comfortable, and the submission of the act was more than enough to have his cock bobbing with each jerky motion forward, and somehow the little belly jingly away with his rough movements only adding to the sensations that was turning his insides to hot jelly.
“Color?” Omen asked after three laps around the room.
“Green,” Cypher managed, voice weak and wavering with want.
“Break?” Omen asked, bending down to undo the leash and gently rub his knuckles against Cypher’s hot and sweat sticky face.
“Cuddles?” Cypher asked plaintively.
“Of course.”
Omen did insist on taking off the gloves and boots at least, which Cypher readily agreed to, given how hot he was and the boots and gloves were starting to border on the uncomfortable line. The harness setup he kept on, and he readily climbed to lay on top of Omen as he laid on the couch and beckoned Cypher. He laid out on Omen, soaking in the coolness of his body and seeking as much skin to skin contact as he could get before eagerly going in to sweetly peck at Omen’s face. It drew a very endeared chuckle from Omen, wrapping arms around him and pulling him in that bit more, encouraging him to take what he wanted, clawed fingers running through Cypher's hair and along his scalp sweetly.
“You’re doing so good for me, my love. Being such a cute and obedient kitty cat,” Omen said, sounding very pleased.
Cypher merely hummed, groaning softly and appreciatively when Omen’s mouth split open again and he could pepper kisses against Omen’s ‘lips’, stopping to give it little kitten licks between soft and lingering kisses against ebony flesh. Omen rumbled deep in his chest, enough so that Cypher felt it.
“Hmm, you deserve a reward for being so good.”
Cypher shamelessly perked up at this.
“Color?” Omen chuckled softly.
“Green,” Cypher very nearly keened.
“Good, pet.”
Omen beckoned him to sit up, knees on each side of Omen’s hips as Omen touched Cypher’s hips. Clawed hands reverently felt up the skin, rubbing softly before moving back to grab two handfuls of his ass and squeezing softly, making Cypher whimper. Omen gave him a few squeezes before one of his hands reached back to grab the tail, of course not taking it out first, but grinding down against it so that the swell of metal inside of him would rock and move against sensitive flesh. He moaned, jerking slightly against the one hand anchoring his hip, shuddering as the tail was tugged on, drawing it out slightly, before pushing it back in, pushing it back in. When he whined needy like, Omen spared him and gently drew the plug out fully and left Cypher oh so empty, clenching around nothing and the flesh tingling with the loss of such a solid weight in his insides.
Omen shuffled around underneath his legs, unzipping his pants and pushing them down to mid-thigh and then pushing his underwear down that far as well, his hard cock jerking free, black as midnight like the rest of them but shifting to a dark teal towards the tip. A clawed hand was at his hip again, guiding him down until he felt the hard nudge of Omen’s cock against him. When he tensed, Omen paused, letting him minutely adjust on his knees and ‘brace’ before he dipped down again, feeling the hard nudge against him twice before the head caught and started pushing in, finding only minimal resistance between the lube that was now very warm and slick from his core temperature and the plug having opened him up. Cypher groaned, throwing his head back as he felt Omen push further and further inside of him, stretch him and putting pressure and weight where it counted, all the way until he was planted in Omen's lap and impaled on the man's hard prick.
"Such a perky kitten," Omen rumbled, voice even deeper, as his knuckles brushed against Cypher's hard cock, a dark angry color and leaking at the tip. Cypher whimpered at the touch, realizing how sensitive he was from being gently edged until now, causing electric shocks across his skin. He ended up squeezing tightly around Omen and drawing a growl out of him. "So goddamn tight for me."
Shuddering, Cypher reached behind him to brace his hands on Omen's thighs, using them as leverage to lift himself up and off just slightly off of Omen's cock. The flesh slid hotly out of him that he reclaimed by letting gravity drop him back into Omen's lap and pushing all of it back into him. He lifted himself again, going for higher and pulling Omen further out of him before dropping down again. He started a steady rhythm of lifting himself up and dropping himself down, fucking himself slowly and slightly awkwardly on Omen's dick. He really did not have the core strength to quickly bounce himself on Omen's lap, briefly lamenting that he did not work out his arms and legs more so that he could not quickly bounce himself, fucking himself hard and fast, but each time he managed to drop himself and Omen's cock brushed against his prostate and sent a hot wave of sticky, syrupy wave of pleasure along the lower half of his body. And hearing Omen growl and moan underneath of him, the teal stripes across his body glowing ever so slightly rhythmically. Omen split open and his teal tongue occasionally flicked out against his lips and sharp teeth.
"Tired, pet?" Omen rumbled, "Already?"
He whimpered, because he was starting to feel the telltale sign of burning exhaustion in his legs and arms from lifting up his own weight. He sat wearily in Omen's lap, whimpering as he ground down against him before sagging with weakness. He gave Omen his best pleading eyes, whimpering and moaning as sexily as he could manage in hopes that it spurred Omen on. Based on the low, stomach dropping with a slight of knee jerk fear but overwhelmingly with lust snarl that was ripped out of Omen's chest... it worked. Cypher whined very pretty like as Omen hooked hands underneath his armpits and urged him to lift himself. It meant losing the hard cock inside of him, hotly slipping out of him and leaving him aching as Omen guided him to get on his hands and knees on the couch. When he was there, it barely took a second for Omen to pressed against him, eagerly entering him and hilting before strong hands grabbed his hips.
There was a pause.
"Color?"
"Green," Cypher croaked out.
"Good little pet," Omen growled.
Omen pulled out and then snapped in with speed and force. It ripped a startled moan from Cypher, back arching from the intense burst of pleasure that suddenly roared through him. His mouth hung open as Omen proceeded to try and fuck the sense from him with potent success as Cypher's mind whited out and he became hyper focused on the feeling of Omen reducing him goo. There was nothing to his senses other than hot slide of Omen's dick as it slammed into him, the slide of hard flesh against his lube slick insides, sometimes thrusting forward hard and hitting his prostate and making him yelp from the sharp jolt of pleasure that made his lower stomach and inner thighs clench hard in need.
When Omen paused, he was drawn back into it, whining high and sharp. But Omen just chuckled above him.
"Peace, kitty."
Omen's hands left him for a second, moving to scrub his palms against the couch cushion, before going back to gripping Cypher's hips. Then Omen began with a relentless pace, obviously intent on getting them both to peak, and with how tightly wound he felt, Cypher was sure that Omen was going to manage to make him cum untouched. He was getting so close, that tight knot of tension growing and squeezing tighter just below his navel, pre-cum dripping free from his cock that swung with the hard thrusts from Omen. He was going to--
"Are you going to come for me, kitten?" Omen rumbled above him. "Because I want you too, pretty kitty."
Cypher was pretty sure he blacked out for several seconds, that tight ball of tension breaking, pleasure radiating out and shuddering through his body in bone wracking waves, near painful sensitivity sparking across his skin and through his muscles. He was not sure how long it too him to come back to himself, feeling Omen's cock weakly pulse inside of him as Omen came as well, the strong hands on his hips now messaging them tenderly.
"I'm going to start moving you, okay?"
He just weakly nodded and even more weakly moaned when Omen's cock pulled free, orgasm sensitive flesh still buzzing with his orgasm shuddering ever so slightly, followed by the very odd sensation of feeling the leftover lube and Omen's cum starting to drip free from him and starting to lazily drip down his crack. Omen quickly undid the harness, collar and plucked the ears off his head, before ever so effortlessly scooping him up and toting him to the bathroom. He was placed in Omen's bathtub so that Omen could run a bath, Omen taking the container left on the counter edge next to it and peppering some of the contents in, so that when the bath was run, the soft smell of sandalwood and lilac wafted from the layer of bubbles across the bath's surface.
"I'll be back in just a moment," Omen purred against his temple. "Will you be okay?"
He nodded sluggishly.
Omen left him to mindlessly soak in the bath while he cleaned up the toys and put everything away before coming back. He was humming a low and echoing song as he shucked his pants before sinking into the tub with Cypher, pulling his loose body into his lap so that they could cuddle. Omen pet every bit of skin he could reach, humming softly against his ear. Omen would tenderly coax him from subspace and clean him up, before carrying him to snuggle in bed. Because Omen was a good and soft dominate and would take care of him, in and out of the bedroom.
Cypher craned his head around to press a kiss to Omen's face.