[puppy cracks the bag open, turning around in the other's arm as he breathes in the sweet scent of baked goods. they smell like the chewy kind, with just enough crunch to be pleasant, and were puppy in his cat form his ears would be pricked up, tail straight out in excitement.
he tilts his head back to kiss tj on the jawline and neck - it's as high as he can reach.]
I like it. And you got me milk too! Are you gonna feed me? We can play after. Or do you wanna play first before we eat?
We didn't get to play last night... What do you wanna do with me?
They're freshly baked too. They're better that way.
[ he props his chin on puppy's shoulder to watch him poke into the paper bag of treats, hand idly stroking his stomach. it isn't the most tantalizing touch, more loving than anything else - he honestly wants to enjoy the cookies first. ] Eat first. This tastes better warm. If you want, we can play.
[ nosing his hair, his jaw, tj keeps himself in check but just barely, a modicum of pent up tension still within him despite that sweet release last night brought him. but tj always wants puppy, earnestly and ardently despite his better judgement. ]
I just wanted to surprise you with something sweet. We can figure out the rest later. [ and he begins nudging them towards the kitchen. ]
[nudge is a good word to describe how they're shuffling their way to the kitchen - puppy is refusing to be let go, and tj is indulging him, so the walk over to the kitchen has been slow-going, to say the least. still, puppy's already started on one cookie, nibbling carefully so as not to drop the bag - puppy's holding the paper bag with one hand and holding onto tj's arm with the other.
once they get to the kitchen, it takes a quick hop up on the counter for puppy before he's hooking a leg around the other's waist and drawing him flush against him. yes, he's upending the paper bag on a nearby plate, and yes, the milk boxes are tumbling precariously across the countertop tile - puppy catches the ones in danger of falling over and righting them into a neat row, so it's not as much of a disaster as it can be.
also, look - flexible.
puppy raises a cookie to tj's face, but before the other can bite it puppy breaks off a huge bit and pops it into his own mouth. what remains he bites at the edge, holding it out to the other that way.
[ so willingly, always willingly, tj enters puppy's personal space again, enjoying the way he sits a little bit taller than he does now that he's propped onto the counter. the entire apartment always feels a little too big for him, a little too much, so he likes when they remain in their little unit, tightly wrapped together. with his hands freed, he slides his hands up the other's thighs, resting them idly on his hips.
his eyes widen and darken slightly when puppy offers the cookie. his customary crooked grin appears, wolfish in nature of course, and he leans in to get the rest of that bite. it snaps off easily and as he chews, he kisses him softly, tenderly, every bit of it sweet with a hint of saltiness. ]
[ it's a candy-sweet kind of kiss, and puppy revels in the flavor of it spreading across his tongue, the same way tj's warmth spreads out from his touches to every part of puppy's skin. there's something enthralling about the way the wolf touches him, like he's a precious thing, like he's delicate and graceful and everything that puppy never feels like he could ever own.
when they break for air, puppy kisses tj on the nose real quick, before tucking his head down against the other's neck. puppy's ankles lock at the small of tj's back, toes curled loosely as he gently shifts forward - daring, teasing, every bit inviting the other to touch him as he might want to. ]
I liked the cookies, [ puppy all but coos, as he nips at tj's neckline. ] Do I get any more surprises?
[ the unique scent of puppy combined with the sweet scent of pastries both fill his nostrils and for a moment he's overwhelmed, both by his affection and that white-hot desire that runs through him whenever they're together. tj is someone who is well-practiced in restraint, someone able to keep it together long enough to happily function in normal society but when he's able to let loose ...
there's a rumble in the back of his throat when their kiss ends and puppy pulls him closer while his own hands, a little rough and always stained with paint, go in search of more skin to touch. ]
Well.
[ he growls at the nip to his neck and arches it slightly to encourage more of it. ]
Kisses. Touches. Everything. I want you inside me, please.
[where tj is all restraint, puppy is the very opposite. he takes what he wants, as he wants it, when he wants it - he's never been taught to be patient unless it benefits him. puppy lives by that mantra, of taking everything as his due, and he's the same way with his relationships and trysts.
tj makes him want to try to be better, though. to be more considerate. to be as good of a cat as he can be, and make him feel as happy as tj makes him feel.
if only he had any idea how to do so that didn't involve getting down on his knees.]
[ his hands go in search for all that skin to touch, wanting to get his scent all over him, wanting puppy's own scent to linger on his skin long after they're through with each other. tj knows he feels too much, that he falls easily; even so, he tries not to overthink the situation laid out before him. a few days with puppy, acting as if they are more than they say they are. he doesn't doubt puppy wants more than what he is prepared for, but he does doubt how long this could possibly last ...
now is not the time for overthinking, not when he just wants to keep kissing him. he begins shrugging off his denim jacket. ]
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he tilts his head back to kiss tj on the jawline and neck - it's as high as he can reach.]
I like it. And you got me milk too! Are you gonna feed me? We can play after. Or do you wanna play first before we eat?
We didn't get to play last night... What do you wanna do with me?
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[ he props his chin on puppy's shoulder to watch him poke into the paper bag of treats, hand idly stroking his stomach. it isn't the most tantalizing touch, more loving than anything else - he honestly wants to enjoy the cookies first. ] Eat first. This tastes better warm. If you want, we can play.
[ nosing his hair, his jaw, tj keeps himself in check but just barely, a modicum of pent up tension still within him despite that sweet release last night brought him. but tj always wants puppy, earnestly and ardently despite his better judgement. ]
I just wanted to surprise you with something sweet. We can figure out the rest later. [ and he begins nudging them towards the kitchen. ]
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once they get to the kitchen, it takes a quick hop up on the counter for puppy before he's hooking a leg around the other's waist and drawing him flush against him. yes, he's upending the paper bag on a nearby plate, and yes, the milk boxes are tumbling precariously across the countertop tile - puppy catches the ones in danger of falling over and righting them into a neat row, so it's not as much of a disaster as it can be.
also, look - flexible.
puppy raises a cookie to tj's face, but before the other can bite it puppy breaks off a huge bit and pops it into his own mouth. what remains he bites at the edge, holding it out to the other that way.
take the invitation, please.]
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his eyes widen and darken slightly when puppy offers the cookie. his customary crooked grin appears, wolfish in nature of course, and he leans in to get the rest of that bite. it snaps off easily and as he chews, he kisses him softly, tenderly, every bit of it sweet with a hint of saltiness. ]
Mm.
[ his hips get a squeeze. ]
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when they break for air, puppy kisses tj on the nose real quick, before tucking his head down against the other's neck. puppy's ankles lock at the small of tj's back, toes curled loosely as he gently shifts forward - daring, teasing, every bit inviting the other to touch him as he might want to. ]
I liked the cookies, [ puppy all but coos, as he nips at tj's neckline. ] Do I get any more surprises?
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there's a rumble in the back of his throat when their kiss ends and puppy pulls him closer while his own hands, a little rough and always stained with paint, go in search of more skin to touch. ]
Well.
[ he growls at the nip to his neck and arches it slightly to encourage more of it. ]
What more do you want from me?
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[where tj is all restraint, puppy is the very opposite. he takes what he wants, as he wants it, when he wants it - he's never been taught to be patient unless it benefits him. puppy lives by that mantra, of taking everything as his due, and he's the same way with his relationships and trysts.
tj makes him want to try to be better, though. to be more considerate. to be as good of a cat as he can be, and make him feel as happy as tj makes him feel.
if only he had any idea how to do so that didn't involve getting down on his knees.]
You're not too tired, right? We can play?
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[ his hands go in search for all that skin to touch, wanting to get his scent all over him, wanting puppy's own scent to linger on his skin long after they're through with each other. tj knows he feels too much, that he falls easily; even so, he tries not to overthink the situation laid out before him. a few days with puppy, acting as if they are more than they say they are. he doesn't doubt puppy wants more than what he is prepared for, but he does doubt how long this could possibly last ...
now is not the time for overthinking, not when he just wants to keep kissing him. he begins shrugging off his denim jacket. ]
Yeah, we can play. I always wanna play with you.