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Your first sign that something is wrong is that he doesn’t greet you by the door when you come home from work.
You notice the dishes in the sink, the unwatered house plants, the simple tasks you’ve given your hybrid to do every day to keep him occupied while you’re out of the house. Natsuo’s an intelligent hybrid, he doesn’t speak much but he understands every word. You’re glad for it too. You can explain that when you leave, you will come back. His last owner had apparently been neglectful so now Natsuo is left with abandonment issues, he gets anxious when you’re gone for too long. It caused problems in the past, you’ve come home to torn up pillows, once or twice a broken dish or potted plant knocked to the ground. Each time you came home, Natsuo looked up at you with those big, shining eyes and tail between his legs, literally and metaphorically, an apology already on his lips. And each time, after you’d made him help you clean up, you forgave him.
Until the time you’d come home to him in your bed, your underwear wrapped around his cock and one of your shirts pressed up against his nose. You couldn’t help but be a little mean, sneaking into bed beside him and teasing him until he begged you to let him cum. Since then, you’ve set up more rules for your needy boy— mainly not being able to get himself off without permission— and normally he’s good at following them.
The muffled whines coming from behind the closed door of your shared bedroom are the second sign that something is off. Another broken rule, it seems.
You stand outside the door, listening, trying to figure out what he’s doing. His tail thumps as the mattress creaks with the force of movement, is he humping pillows again? Is he fucking one of the toys you bought him? A high pitched gasp of your name has your curiosity piqued, too incessant to ignore.
You open the door and are surprised to find Natsuo fully clothed, desperately clutching a pillow to his face as he ruts into the air. His breath comes in harsh pants against the pillow, one you notice is from your side of the bed, his cock tenting his sweatpants accents the precum that’s leaked into the fabric. He’s earnestly trying not to get off without you, trying not to hump pillows or touch himself until you’re home. You wonder how long he’s been like this, hard and aching for you.
You come to the side of the bed and push the pillow away from his face, using your other hand to pet through his hair and touch his soft ears, “Hey, puppy.”
It takes a second for Natsuo to catch up, for him to realize that you’re beside him, but the moment he does, his bottom lip wobbles as his ears pin back to lay flat on his head. His brows furrow as you kneel down to his level, giving his temple a kiss as he huffs and tries to hide his face in your collar. It’s no secret that he feels ashamed at being caught like this, even though you’ve only teased him slightly for his neediness in the past.
“‘M sorry,” he murmurs against your chest, “Needed you, couldn’t wait.”
You coo sympathetically as you nudge him to lay back, “Oh, Natsuo, you’re alright. You did your best,” you say as you knock the pillow away and move to straddle him, resting your weight right on his cock. His big hands come to clutch at your hips, torn between humping up into you and staying still like he knows he should. Smiling, you bend over to press lazy kisses to his lips, “But you still broke the rules.”
More whispered apologies frantically tumble out of Natsuo’s mouth between kisses, you swallow each one up with amusement, he’s just too sweet. You grind down, eager to hear the noise it’ll pull out of him. His mouth opens and you take the opportunity to press your tongue against his, letting him lick into your mouth with as much enthusiasm as he can muster before you break the kiss.
“Dumb puppy,” you say affectionately, shushing his little, protesting whine, “It’s okay, I know you get too excited sometimes, it’s hard for you to wait.”
You pull away, admiring the way his lips and cheeks have flushed pink, the blush traveling down his neck and disappearing under his cotton shirt.
Natsuo blinks heavy eyelids open, you wait until he stops trying to rut his hips into the air to cup his face between your hands. The swell of his cheek by your thumb can’t be left unkissed so you rectify that, affection aching in your chest like a wound when he nuzzles into your palm. You kiss him again before you speak, “Wanna be good for me?”
His reaction is instant, nodding frantically as he paws at your hips, murmuring quietly yes, yes, please. You smile, whisper that he just needs to be patient, and pull away from him. Natsuo knows better than to pull you back up onto him; he has his moments of taking control, simply because he’s so needy and you like to let him loose every so often, but now is not the time.
Your hands snake under his shirt, scratching at his soft belly before you keep going upwards, cupping and squeezing his pecs before you twist his nipples between your fingers. Natsuo keens, back arching as his face twists into something between pleasure and pain. You soothe the sting with a kiss to the thick column of his neck, you can even feel the way his pulse quickens before you pull the shirt up and over his head, afterwards admiring your puppy’s handsome body. You lean forward to plant soft kisses down his chest running your hands over the hair under his arms and trailing down until you reach his waist.
You pet his stomach again, following the trail of silvery-white hair down to the waistband of his sweatpants, where it’s still stained with precum. Natsuo’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he waits for you to touch him, you can almost feel the whine that’s building in his throat, but you cup his cock, hard and hot under his pants, before he can make a sound.
“You’ve gotta be a good boy,” you say as you peel his pants off, running your hands over his faintly hairy thighs once he’s bare. You feel heat building between your legs, an ache similar to what Natsuo must be feeling, but you ignore it for now— your puppy needs to learn his lesson.
His cock twitches feebly, drooling where it lays against his thigh, too heavy to spring up against his stomach. Your fingers slowly wrap around it as you sink to your knees, using your other hand to scratch down the sensitive skin of Natsuo’s inner thighs. You glance up from his flushed cock to see his flushed face, his bottom lip tucked prettily between his teeth, sharp canines flashing. His brows are pulled together, his eyes are shining wet— oh, he might cry if you don’t get on with touching him soon. You kiss the head of his cock just to see his whole body twitch. Cute.
“You’re holding back,” you note with a sense of pride, happy that he’s become such a well trained pup, “Keep it up, Natsuo.”
You let your eyes shut as you take his cock into your mouth, achingly slowly, laving your tongue around his the head of it as you taste the heat and salt of him. Your actions punch a ragged sound out of Natsuo’s chest, and his hips rock forward, just once. You know it was involuntary so you won’t punish him for it, but you do pull your head back, letting his cock fall against his thigh once more.
Natsuo lets out a brash sob, and you love it. You kiss his thigh as you cup his balls, squeezing gently after a moment. Heavy, you notice, and full. You frown, not at him but at yourself, maybe he acted up because he genuinely needed more attention.
“Poor baby,” you hum as you move to kiss along the length of his cock, continuing down until you can kiss his balls. The way you suck the side of one gently has Natsuo panting your name, his hands desperately fisting the sheets beside him. You pump his cock lazily with your other hand as you teasingly lick and suck along his balls and cock, edging him without mercy as you have your fill of his scent and his reactions to your every move.
Without warning, you sit up and take his cock into your mouth again, the ache between your legs growing when Natsuo moans, all high pitched and needy. You cup his balls again, letting them rest heavy in your palm before you tug them gently, trying to get Natsuo to make those pathetic little sounds you love so much. And, of course, he provides. Unashamedly gasping, pleading, moaning, all while you can feel the tension in his body grow as he tries not to hump into your mouth. His cock finally hits the back of your throat and you moan around it, suddenly wishing it was inside you in a different way, but you ignore the urge to climb on top of Natsuo and take him. Instead, you start to move, bobbing your head up and down slowly as his cock twitches against your tongue, precum and saliva mixing in your mouth.
He’s flooded your senses, he’s all you can taste and smell, and you love it. You open your eyes as you take him deep in your mouth again, just to see his soft stomach tremble as he shivers again. He’s taking this so well, you mentally note as you pick up the pace. Natsuo curls his body forward, breath ragged as he tries to keep restraining himself.
“Please,” you hear him whimper, your quick pace on his cock makes you almost miss it, “Close!”
You pull away and he sobs, falling back onto the bed, his cock valiantly twitching as if to entice you to keep sucking it. You rub his thighs soothingly, kissing at his knee and praising him softly, “Good boy,” he whines in response to your words, “You did so well, thank you for telling me you were about to cum.”
One of his hands reaches for you, blindly grasping for comfort. You take it, standing up so you can join him on the bed. Natsuo curls into you, his hot cock pressing against your leg as he tucks his face into your neck. You pet his hair, scratching behind his ears in the way you know he likes.
“Natsuo,” you ask after a minute, once you’ve noticed his hips mindlessly rolling against you, “Let’s keep going?”
He nods, whispering a little please against the hollow of your throat. You don’t have the heart to push your needy pup onto his back again, you don’t think either of you want any distance between you right now. So, you simply curl one arm around his head, keeping him pressed against you as your other hand reaches down to stroke his cock. Natsuo groans, the damp heat of his breath fans over your throat as you pump him, his precum and your saliva easing the way.
“Natsuo,” you hum, kissing the side of his head, “My good boy, you can cum now.”
You feel him throb in your grip and it only takes a few more strokes before he’s cumming. His mouth opens on a deep groan as it comes down on your throat, his teeth digging lightly into your skin. His cum comes out in thick ropes, and there’s so much. You let out a sympathetic little sigh as his hips buck to fuck your fist, your puppy really has needed this, so badly.
“Good boy,” you praise, “You’re so handsome, so pretty for me. I love you, you know that?“
Natsuo mumbles your name, hips slowing as his cock grows overly sensitive, the last dribbles of cum pooling onto your fingers. You bite your lip to hold back a moan of your own, you can never get enough of watching your favorite boy feel good, especially when it’s because of you.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Natsuo rolls over, pinning you underneath him as he presses urgent kisses on your cheeks and lips. You can’t help but chuckle good-naturedly at his eagerness, and you return each of his kisses in kind.
Natsuo hums your name, “Missed you.”
“I know.”
He huffs before he ducks his head down to your throat again, licking and scenting you like he does each time you come back from the outside. His hot tongue on you has you reminded of the ache between your legs, you wonder if Natsuo has it in him to go again. The way his hips rock into yours tells you: yes.