[ who knows if he just saw a cat and thought "i'm adopting it and taking it with me" instead of "wow this is shaped like a friend also we're going to eat it"???
call him one (1) lucky murr. ]
A tea party! [ a moment as he watches, eyes unblinking as the tea is poured right before his very eyes. ]
Hojicha...? That sounds spicy! Is it spicy, Shylock?
[ he's already reaching for one of the cups. even if it's not filled yet, just to touch. touch touch. ]
and then murr mirrors shylock, taking his drink and then carefully taking a sip. he blinks a few times, stares into the liquid, then nods his approval. ]
Oh! It's got a little bit of sweetness! I kinda like it!
[ continues to sip, probably a little too quickly--- a slightly sizzling tongue is his punishment. ]
Say... you think you'll start up a bar here? A cat bar?
[ they're too fucked up to be parents.......... except for that one time they'd looked after mitile at figaro's behest BUT ]
Do you, now.
[ that's nice of you, murr. weirdly. it almost feels like there's something else attached to that, but one can't blame shylock for being a touch wary. ]
There might be other wizards in this world that function differently from us. I mustn't exclude them. As to whether I include humans this time around is up in the air for now.... [ since not every human is prejudiced towards their kind and all. ] Have you met some as of late, Murr?
it'd be real funny if they were talking about the same human catboy though. there's only one person that fits the bill in shylock's mind right now.
the physical contact is something that he never knew he needed though, and shylock leans into murr's touch with a sigh. ]
We're wizards. We're bound to do bad things. [ fufu. ] Though you have been behaving for a while now, so how should I reward you?
[ murr will always going to be a menace but at least today he's just chillin. they're just chillin, and they can pretend that their circumstances in hell are all right in this moment. ]
[ they are indeed chillin. besides, it's not like murr wants to return to his original living space anyway; there are two youkai that might be waiting for their prospective third to join in at any time, and murr's not about that life. no, he's still waiting for the moon to come and join him and shylock. ]
Praise! [ a pause, then: ] Pats! [ and then another: ] A party!
[ all kinds of 'p' words. ]
Or maybe I'll just take what I want?
[ like, shylock's lap for instance, crawling onto it. ]
and look at that, he's just taking what he wants now. shylock lets out a soft sigh as he places his hands on murr's shoulders and leans close to his ear. behold his asmr voice. ]
[ if murr had cat ears right about now, they'd be flicking and twitching and all of that. who's to say he doesn't have some that lurk beneath his hair in the first place...
maybe one day...
anyway. he raises his chin, just slightly, smile growing as it starts from the outside with raised cheeks and closing eyes. ]
You don't have to call me anything.
[ he bleps petulantly. ]
Show me what bad things you do to good boys, Shylock!
[ tbh if shylock had cat ears right now, they'd be up and alert too.
oya? does that mean murr's giving him the ok? well, then. he turns murr around by the shoulders to face him fully before carefully lowering him onto the tatami floor.
off comes the shirt that reveals his crest, then down goes his hair before looming over murr, his smile curving itself into something more scheming as he lowers his face onto the other male's. ]
[ for a second, he was wondering if shylock somehow acquired the paddle and was going to give him a formal introduction to it? what else would explain that look in his eye, the one that he sees as he's brought down to the floor, that piques his curiosities in such a way...
...
hair down? murr can feel his lips part as if he's lost control over them.
♡ ]
If you don't, then you'll regret it!~
[ his laugh is bright, breathy, and mirthful. he wraps his arms over shylock's shoulders, gently tapping foreheads together before he wiggles himself lower so that he can get his face to that collarbone... immediately kissing that spot before dragging his tongue against it. ]
[ please, the only regret he has in life is meeting murr all those centuries ago. but then they wouldn't be where they are right now, would it?
a soft groan escapes him when murr kisses him on that certain spot. yes yes, aren't we impatient? but it's all in good fun as shylock's fingers fumble at murr's shirt buttons in an effort to get him out of them. ]
We'll have to be quiet as possible, I'm afraid. The walls here aren't as thick as the ones back in the manor.
[ if that's the only regret... it's the best kind.
of course, he's not going to just let his tongue do the work there. no. it's a nice spot to gently rest his teeth against, but not go any further. even without that mark it'd still be a sensitive place to chomp down on. a little hard, too. ]
Quiet? [ murr huffs against shylock's skin. ] I guess... if we have'ta.
[ he closes his eyes and makes another soft noise as his shirt is getting removed. he should probably be helping too, right???
murr slides his hands down shylock's body, fingers dipping into the curves of his back as he does so... tips gently teasing and wiggling all the way down. ]
[ and here he thought murr's going to bite down. maybe later? loathe as he is to admit it, this is why shylock is eternally enamored with him -- things that keep him on his toes spice up their relationship every time.
also look, he's behaving. he's even more adorable like this, shylock thinks with a shuddering sigh as the other man's fingers make their way down on him. let him just grind down on his hips to see how much murr wants this. ]
Would you rather like to make some noise? What if I...
[ scoot down a little so that his hands can fumble at murr's pants, outright teasing him right there. does he like that, hm? ]
[ oh, there's more than enough time for murr to leave a few marks on shylock. ones that would certainly a raise a few questions to those who may have the fortune to see them, but... nothing that can't be explained incredibly simply and straight-forwardly.
the tip of his tongue gently traces over the symbol etched in front of him. a fun exercise to show off how dexterous it can be.
murr's cheeks glow with the warmth of burgeoning arousal. he's not immune to urges like these; especially when his mind isn't allowed to wander around aimlessly. he offers shylock a very slight raise of his hips, letting out one warmer breath as he watches with rapt curiosity.
and maybe, just maybe... he moans. a fluttering one that's almost like a purr. ]
[ knowing his faction, no one will bat an eye on the amount of marks shylock would choose to show while on shift, so bite away! shylock is utterly weak whenever anyone gives attention to that crest of his--
and oh, what a cute reaction. something that shylock takes delight in as lowers himself down to kiss murr insistently, trying to let himself in with tongue while his hand slides down into his pants for a much better feel, stroking him languidly. it's a nice, lazy day, so no need to rush these things. ]
[ that tongue... it's not like he sees it as a competition to see who has the more dexterous tongue, but there's no way murr is going to just let shylock in. it has to be a little rough, a little dirty; tongues gliding against each other, not a first time introduction but one that feels natural.
the feeling in his chest is one of happiness. pure, unadulterated joy. for shylock to give murr this kind of attention is unforgettable. he may be a creature of instinct and impulsivity, but this is the kind of thing he'll want to indulge in again and again. ]
Shylock...
[ it's a half-plead and half-pout, a whine as he reaches into his own trousers and grabs onto the other wizard's hand, holding it there so he can grind against shylock's fingers and palm. ]
[ mm. their makeout sessions have to spicy in some degree, with shylock making soft little moans into murr's mouth. his heart may not burst into flames any time soon, but the insides of his chest feel hot regardless the more they go on.
he breaks the kiss for a little while, his tongue darting out to lick off the bit of drool that connects their lips together as he sits up, casting murr a half-lidded gaze and a smile as his hand picks up the pace down there. ]
What do you think?
[ all aspects off murr say his name differently. how is shylock supposed to choose?
well, no matter. somehow shylock knew that their tea party was going to end up like this, so he takes a packet of lube from his pockets and slides murr's underwear down to his knees, slathering his cock with it. ]
Moan for me a few more times and I might just tell you.
[ there's a faint glimmer of something else in murr's eyes. something keener and icy, with an equally sharp smirk crossing his face for just a second. he knows the answer and it makes his heart sing with elation. ]
You do! You do! Shy~lock!
[ he digs his nails a little harder into his back before shylock sits up, dragging them along before flopping backward. the pleasure of being jerked off simultaneously fogs his brain while also keeping him hypersensitive.
how he knew their little party would turn into something a lot steamier... murr should've known. some celebrations just end up like this. with shylock, when it's just the two of them?
but instead of moaning, murr sticks his tongue out with an impish grin. ]
Shylock... you want this as badly as I do, so just take me. Okay?~
[ he can't help the groan that escapes his throat as murr digs his clawlike fingers into his skin, leaving more marks. well that's fine, it can be easily hidden away with clothing.
and yes, he does want this a whole lot. his own desire encompasses murr's after all, his sighs becoming more wanton as he lets go of murr's cock to slip his fingers behind himself for preparation.
...since when was the last time he did this with murr, anyway? as always, days and months and years and centuries blend in together in shylock's point of view, and it all culminates to shifting his position atop murr and slowly lowering himself onto him. he covers his mouth with the back of one hand, the other on murr's chest as he rebalances himself before he starts moving in an easy pace, acclimating himself to the other man.
oh, and. he'll cover murr's mouth too because he might mewl and yelp a lot. thin walls, remember? ]
[ wow. how dare he be silenced... he has a lot to say right now? but maybe it's not words or noises that he needs to make. murr is at the whim and mercy of the bartender above him, of the man who more or less reshaped him from an arrogant and haughty intellectual into the cat-shaped loaf that is now trying to bite at shylock's hand.
his teeth barely graze, but that's it. nothing serious. not in this position. those protests, legitimate or not, begin to weaken as he starts to lose himself with the building pressure. the feeling of being stretched and filled. of course he'll yowl a little, ignore the fact the walls are thin enough where the noises he makes could be pretty questionable to unknowing ears.
still. that's not going to keep him from squeezing around shylock, an involuntary desire to both keep him in but also keep him out. it's the former that wins out, though as his head spins from the pleasure. ]
[ looks like murr is starting to get more into it too. that's good. and he looks just as good from here, looking at shylock with a look of reverence and utter curiosity. can't really blame him though -- shylock's face once he gets going is worth a thousand pictures, and it's simply too bad that neither of them have mastered the camera yet for this moment.
he moves his hand from murr's mouth as his movements quicken, gripping the other man's shoulder as he lets a few moans of pleasure slip from his lips. yes, let him take the lead for now, let him savor the moment where the both of them are here in here, still alive somehow. ]
Murr...
[ a breathless name before he veers over the edge as he comes -- sorry for the mess he made just now, but it can't he helped as he carefully lowers his chest against murr's for a breather.
if he did look like he'd gotten way into it, it's probably just his imagination. shh. ]
[ for a moment. maybe the briefest of moments, murr thinks about how the moon couldn't ever do this to him without... well. it'd probably be a very quick one. this, however, is just right. he wants to keep moving with and then against shylock, maintain that presence within him as long as he can. his own cock is throbbing, pulsing at the same time that his heart beats, and it's almost as loud as he's getting.
breathy and rapid gasps for air, almost whining with every thrust, and shutting his eyes closed while shylock whispers his name. the pressure builds and builds and he's a slave to baser instincts for the final seconds. he reaches out, grabbing onto shylock's shoulder, almost mirroring what's happening to him, and...
he comes too. a little after shylock does. all of his energy goes with it, and he's happy that he's the one on the floor. murr's eyes are wide, staring into nothing and everything, seeing those stars that accompany the moon sparkle all around shylock before he rests himself on murr. ]
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call him one (1) lucky murr. ]
A tea party! [ a moment as he watches, eyes unblinking as the tea is poured right before his very eyes. ]
Hojicha...? That sounds spicy! Is it spicy, Shylock?
[ he's already reaching for one of the cups. even if it's not filled yet, just to touch. touch touch. ]
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I'm not sure. Shall we find out for ourselves?
[ he picks up his cup and takes it up to his nose first, sniffing it once before bringing it to his lips for a sip.
...nope, no spice. alas. ]
It's quite nutty. I like it.
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and then murr mirrors shylock, taking his drink and then carefully taking a sip. he blinks a few times, stares into the liquid, then nods his approval. ]
Oh! It's got a little bit of sweetness! I kinda like it!
[ continues to sip, probably a little too quickly--- a slightly sizzling tongue is his punishment. ]
Say... you think you'll start up a bar here? A cat bar?
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That is what I am aiming to save up for, actually. I much prefer working at my own pace rather than for someone else, don't you think so?
[ he takes a knife and starts cutting the cake: first for murr, then himself. ]
Not a cat bar, however. There are plenty of cat cafes around.
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MY GOD THEIR CHILD IS CAKE
well, no matter. it certainly looks tasty on the inside... white cake, a layer of frosting. even a little bit of jam! ]
Mmm. Well, I guess it'd have'ta be a human bar. Or youkai bar. No wizards other than us, right?
[ he pulls a fork out... from somewhere... and proceeds to stab at the dessert. ]
But yeah! You should do what you want. I like it when you're happy.
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Do you, now.
[ that's nice of you, murr. weirdly. it almost feels like there's something else attached to that, but one can't blame shylock for being a touch wary. ]
There might be other wizards in this world that function differently from us. I mustn't exclude them. As to whether I include humans this time around is up in the air for now.... [ since not every human is prejudiced towards their kind and all. ] Have you met some as of late, Murr?
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Ooh? Yeah, I have! There's a few that carry neat swords, and then there's this young human who reminds me of a cat!
[ the nice boy who gave him some money, and then he ended up spending it on the bakeneko. all going to a good place in the end. ]
They're kinda in the same boat as we are. So I guess as long as they're not doing anything bad, then...
[ he leaves his cake so that he can sweep around and behind shylock, draping his arms over his shoulders. ]
... we don't have to either. Riiiiight?
[ not like that's going to stop murr. ]
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it'd be real funny if they were talking about the same human catboy though. there's only one person that fits the bill in shylock's mind right now.
the physical contact is something that he never knew he needed though, and shylock leans into murr's touch with a sigh. ]
We're wizards. We're bound to do bad things. [ fufu. ] Though you have been behaving for a while now, so how should I reward you?
[ murr will always going to be a menace but at least today he's just chillin. they're just chillin, and they can pretend that their circumstances in hell are all right in this moment. ]
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Praise! [ a pause, then: ] Pats! [ and then another: ] A party!
[ all kinds of 'p' words. ]
Or maybe I'll just take what I want?
[ like, shylock's lap for instance, crawling onto it. ]
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and look at that, he's just taking what he wants now. shylock lets out a soft sigh as he places his hands on murr's shoulders and leans close to his ear. behold his asmr voice. ]
You've got your party, your pats...
[ patpatpat his head ]
Do you want me to call you a good boy, then?
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maybe one day...
anyway. he raises his chin, just slightly, smile growing as it starts from the outside with raised cheeks and closing eyes. ]
You don't have to call me anything.
[ he bleps petulantly. ]
Show me what bad things you do to good boys, Shylock!
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oya? does that mean murr's giving him the ok? well, then. he turns murr around by the shoulders to face him fully before carefully lowering him onto the tatami floor.
off comes the shirt that reveals his crest, then down goes his hair before looming over murr, his smile curving itself into something more scheming as he lowers his face onto the other male's. ]
Then I shall give it my worst.
[ ♡
guess they won't need the paddle after all. ]
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...
hair down? murr can feel his lips part as if he's lost control over them.
♡ ]
If you don't, then you'll regret it!~
[ his laugh is bright, breathy, and mirthful. he wraps his arms over shylock's shoulders, gently tapping foreheads together before he wiggles himself lower so that he can get his face to that collarbone... immediately kissing that spot before dragging his tongue against it. ]
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a soft groan escapes him when murr kisses him on that certain spot. yes yes, aren't we impatient? but it's all in good fun as shylock's fingers fumble at murr's shirt buttons in an effort to get him out of them. ]
We'll have to be quiet as possible, I'm afraid. The walls here aren't as thick as the ones back in the manor.
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of course, he's not going to just let his tongue do the work there. no. it's a nice spot to gently rest his teeth against, but not go any further. even without that mark it'd still be a sensitive place to chomp down on. a little hard, too. ]
Quiet? [ murr huffs against shylock's skin. ] I guess... if we have'ta.
[ he closes his eyes and makes another soft noise as his shirt is getting removed. he should probably be helping too, right???
murr slides his hands down shylock's body, fingers dipping into the curves of his back as he does so... tips gently teasing and wiggling all the way down. ]
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also look, he's behaving. he's even more adorable like this, shylock thinks with a shuddering sigh as the other man's fingers make their way down on him. let him just grind down on his hips to see how much murr wants this. ]
Would you rather like to make some noise? What if I...
[ scoot down a little so that his hands can fumble at murr's pants, outright teasing him right there. does he like that, hm? ]
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the tip of his tongue gently traces over the symbol etched in front of him. a fun exercise to show off how dexterous it can be.
murr's cheeks glow with the warmth of burgeoning arousal. he's not immune to urges like these; especially when his mind isn't allowed to wander around aimlessly. he offers shylock a very slight raise of his hips, letting out one warmer breath as he watches with rapt curiosity.
and maybe, just maybe... he moans. a fluttering one that's almost like a purr. ]
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and oh, what a cute reaction. something that shylock takes delight in as lowers himself down to kiss murr insistently, trying to let himself in with tongue while his hand slides down into his pants for a much better feel, stroking him languidly. it's a nice, lazy day, so no need to rush these things. ]
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the feeling in his chest is one of happiness. pure, unadulterated joy. for shylock to give murr this kind of attention is unforgettable. he may be a creature of instinct and impulsivity, but this is the kind of thing he'll want to indulge in again and again. ]
Shylock...
[ it's a half-plead and half-pout, a whine as he reaches into his own trousers and grabs onto the other wizard's hand, holding it there so he can grind against shylock's fingers and palm. ]
... do you like it when I say your name?
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he breaks the kiss for a little while, his tongue darting out to lick off the bit of drool that connects their lips together as he sits up, casting murr a half-lidded gaze and a smile as his hand picks up the pace down there. ]
What do you think?
[ all aspects off murr say his name differently. how is shylock supposed to choose?
well, no matter. somehow shylock knew that their tea party was going to end up like this, so he takes a packet of lube from his pockets and slides murr's underwear down to his knees, slathering his cock with it. ]
Moan for me a few more times and I might just tell you.
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You do! You do! Shy~lock!
[ he digs his nails a little harder into his back before shylock sits up, dragging them along before flopping backward. the pleasure of being jerked off simultaneously fogs his brain while also keeping him hypersensitive.
how he knew their little party would turn into something a lot steamier... murr should've known. some celebrations just end up like this. with shylock, when it's just the two of them?
but instead of moaning, murr sticks his tongue out with an impish grin. ]
Shylock... you want this as badly as I do, so just take me. Okay?~
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and yes, he does want this a whole lot. his own desire encompasses murr's after all, his sighs becoming more wanton as he lets go of murr's cock to slip his fingers behind himself for preparation.
...since when was the last time he did this with murr, anyway? as always, days and months and years and centuries blend in together in shylock's point of view, and it all culminates to shifting his position atop murr and slowly lowering himself onto him. he covers his mouth with the back of one hand, the other on murr's chest as he rebalances himself before he starts moving in an easy pace, acclimating himself to the other man.
oh, and. he'll cover murr's mouth too because he might mewl and yelp a lot. thin walls, remember? ]
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his teeth barely graze, but that's it. nothing serious. not in this position. those protests, legitimate or not, begin to weaken as he starts to lose himself with the building pressure. the feeling of being stretched and filled. of course he'll yowl a little, ignore the fact the walls are thin enough where the noises he makes could be pretty questionable to unknowing ears.
still. that's not going to keep him from squeezing around shylock, an involuntary desire to both keep him in but also keep him out. it's the former that wins out, though as his head spins from the pleasure. ]
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he moves his hand from murr's mouth as his movements quicken, gripping the other man's shoulder as he lets a few moans of pleasure slip from his lips. yes, let him take the lead for now, let him savor the moment where the both of them are here in here, still alive somehow. ]
Murr...
[ a breathless name before he veers over the edge as he comes -- sorry for the mess he made just now, but it can't he helped as he carefully lowers his chest against murr's for a breather.
if he did look like he'd gotten way into it, it's probably just his imagination. shh. ]
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breathy and rapid gasps for air, almost whining with every thrust, and shutting his eyes closed while shylock whispers his name. the pressure builds and builds and he's a slave to baser instincts for the final seconds. he reaches out, grabbing onto shylock's shoulder, almost mirroring what's happening to him, and...
he comes too. a little after shylock does. all of his energy goes with it, and he's happy that he's the one on the floor. murr's eyes are wide, staring into nothing and everything, seeing those stars that accompany the moon sparkle all around shylock before he rests himself on murr. ]
Shylock... am I yours?
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