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Mo looks stunning.
He always does - Krill can attest to the fact that Mo's body and personality are equally adorable, but this outfit is something special. There's something so... enticing, about this one, which they only got on a whim. The leather hat instead Mo's usual cap, the way the leather, sleeveless vest stretches over his back, the thick, padded gloves - for show, the ones he used for work were nearly put away, the thigh high boots that Mo would never wear unless it was for this, right now, that strain over the muscles of his legs, and the thin scraps of a thong that neatly hide what his fur doesn't... All in that gleaming black leather, made with care.
(In retrospect, it might be a jockstrap, but Krill's not particular about kinds of underwear when it comes to this - the point is Mo looks devilishly handsome, and that's what Krill's focused on.)
Usually, Mo would wear his tank top under it, but there was no need this time. His chain hangs heavy off his neck, a shiny padlock now added, and for now, all he can do is wait. The leather's the high quality stuff - it holds well against Mo's body, thick and sturdy enough to handle the punishment of Mo's favorite way to spend time; being completely and utterly submitted Krill's sexual whims. You'd think it's the other way around, but generally, Krill's almost always the one with the leash and is content to yank it whenever Mo wants him to. Krill would much rather be using this time to nap on Mo's tits and belly, but hey, if his life partner wants to be fucked stupid, Krill's not opposed to that, either.
...Was it always this warm in the hovel?
The air circulation was never good, but after winning the ritual, it shouldn't be this... awful. He feels like he's sweating through his fur, anticipating what Krill has in store. Maybe he just needs to shed more of his coat...
The door creaks open soon enough, indicating Krill's finally ready, and Mo doesn't need his eyesight to know what Krill has. Drool leaks from his lips, anticipating, knowing what's to come.
"Oh, honey, look at you!" Krill coos as he walks over, and Mo fights every urge to lunge forwards. He knows that smell of metal; he knows what's coming.
He feels Krill's hands on his cheeks first, the blurry color of grays and blacks in his view clearing into the face of his beloved Krill, who pressed a kiss to his nose and holds his face.
"So handsome, Momo. You look so handsome in this one, don't you?" The praise drips down his spine and Mo's already getting hard, cock pressing against the leather underwear. It doesn't take a lot to rile him up these days, now that Krill has trained him so well. Mo's not even certain if his yearly rut could break him out of Krill's training, and were he of a clearer mind to think about that, he'd might be inclined to agree it's a good thing.
Krill lightly presses his thumb against Mo's lips, and the drooling gets worse as soon as Mo opens his mouth.
"Good boy." Krill praises. "So patient."
One of Krill's hands reaches down, lightly raking his nails through Mo's fur, down to his chest - which Krill lightly squeezes. Mo can't hide the shudder that rolls down his spine.
"So eager..." Krill hums, moving his hands away from Mo to reach for his belt. Mo's tail starts to wag.
All he can hear is the clink of metal on metal, and Mo knows that Krill's leashed him - a fact made apparent by the test tug. Mo's chain pulls, and with it, Mo rocks forwards a little, following the command and the need pushing through his system. It's not a very good leash, nabbed from a set of chain like the ones Mo prefers to wear. It's on the heavy side, and sometimes Mo wonders if using it causes Krill to tire more quickly, but for now he's too distracted by how nicely it adds weight to his makeshift collar.
"Oh, you love the leash, don't you?" Krill coos and Mo rumbles, eager to lean against Krill's palm as soon as it touches his cheek again. It's one of Mo's favorite gestures, the smell of Krill and the comfort of knowing he's in arms reach, but how this hand is never raised against him. Only to hold him and love him.
"You'd love if I just kept you on this all the time, wouldn't you, Momo?" There's a teasing tone to that, sure, but Mo stares at him adoringly all the same.
Another kiss to his nose.
"I love you, honey." He mumbles, and Mo nudges the hand holding his face in impatience. There's time to be sappy in the afterglow of sex.
"I know you know the way out if you need it. I just like to remind you that I love you, even when you're being more of a dog than a mole right now." Krill teases, and Mo lets out a whine. "Alright, alright, I'll get back to it."
Krill tugs the leash again, and Mo's pulled away from the sappy adoration long enough to start focus on the scene. It leads into Krill hopping off the bed, pulling away, and tugging the leash as he does - Mo obeys, crawling off the bed to sit on the floor.
"Good boy." Krill croons. "Stay."
Mo goes still, sitting against the bed, as Krill fumbles the last piece. His mind wanders to everything that can be done to him, now - tied up and teased mercilessly until he gives? Fucked against the floor until his legs give out? Maybe Krill will opt to be under him this time... The unknown and the anticipation make him dizzy, and Mo finds that he's still far too warm.
Mo can hear Krill rustle behind him, looking for something in particular - and based on the little "aha!", he knows Krill found the lube.
It's not Mo's favorite - his favorite one was the type that had an agent that caused a tingling sensation when applied, and their last bottle of that lube was knocked over during the scene and promptly wasted. Mo was devastated and they have yet to find a replacement bottle. This was the second best stuff, and it would have to do. Mo will still pout about it, if given the chance - he misses how it would make him so sensitive.
A pull of the leash pulls him back to reality.
"Present."
Mo shuffles away from the bed and leans forwards, crossing his arms to rest his head while his ass remains in the air, legs spread. His tail hasn't stopped wagging and Mo's drooling against his arm. The leash lays under him, primed to be pulled. The anticipation is almost as good as the act.
"Breathe, Momo."
He feels Krill so lightly knead as his thigh, up to his ass, moving the thin fabric out of the way with his free hand as the slick one presses against his asshole, slowly breaching Mo open. It's agonizingly slow, first finger feeling like it takes minutes to even slide in, and Krill continues to watch Mo's body jerk and shudder. He finally lets out the breath he was holding, glancing back to try and see if he can smell what Krill's doing.
"Are you ready?"
Mo nods.
"Good boy."
His cock strains against the leather.
Mo digs his teeth into the leather of his glove, his tail continues to wag at every little touch. Krill eases his finger in and out, adding the second finger and watching as Mo melts under his touch. It's so easy, scissoring him open, reaching in to lightly prod Mo's clenching muscle. Two swiftly becomes three, and three reaches to four, with Mo struggling to stay up, his half hard cock leaking precum on the floor. He wants to melt into the touch and whine while Krill touches him, but half the fun is struggling to stay in scene. His cock drools white, not enough to be a proper orgasm but so damn near close.
Mo lets out a whine as Krill curls his fingers, brushing some hidden nerve. His feet claws dig into the boots as he struggles to stop himself from melting into the floor. His cock lazily spurts - not yet, he can't cum yet, but he wants to so badly. Krill's other hand moves down, pulling the skimpy leather out of the way to ghost his fingers over Mo's dick, earning a huff that one might mistake for a growl.
"Alright, alright. I won't be touch." Krill says, pulling his fingers away - only for Mo to let out the most pathetic little whine at being denied such attention. He huffs, trying to look over his shoulder, moving to stand up as his claws dig into the ground. He stretches his legs as far as he can, presenting himself. It's as obvious as Mo can make it; make him cry and squeak and whine and beg and need every drop of attention and praise. Give him everything.
Krill's genuinely a little surprised at Mo's reaction, figuring that he'd be fine with Krill moving away for a moment, but someone's clearly been feeling more neglected than he previously thought. Krill affectionately pats Mo's thigh.
"Oh, honey..." Krill's a little worried about that swift behavior change, but that's something they can talk about later. For right now, it won't do any good to keep denying Mo, especially when he's being so patient about it. It's about now Krill realizes all he can smell is how Mo stinks of sex - a heavy scent that were he not used to it, would probably be gross. It's thick as it hangs in the air, only serving to remind that Mo's whimpering is from sexual need.
Krill just finds it attractive, these days. It took time to associate the smell with something food, and now Krill can't get enough when Mo's in rut. It means Mo's worked up and insatiable, and if he doesn't work faster Mo's going to lose his patience... but it's also a sign that Mo wants him.
Krill steps away, unzipping his coveralls as quickly as he can manage, revealing the harness already strapped around his pelvis. He can hear Mo make another needy whine, which forces Krill to hurry - he makes a few adjustments, vest and belt shed and tossed somewhere else, as he loops to Mo's front.
Mo perks up instantly, and Krill uses this chance to pull the leash through, returning it to his hand. Mo's already drooling before Krill can yank it, forcing Mo to crawl forwards, trained on the shape of Krill's strap on.
"Open." Krill instructs, watching the way saliva falls out of Mo's mouth. It would be gross if it was anyone else, but on Mo, it's cute.
Mo bows towards floor, collar still pulled tight, to meet Krill's strap.
"Good boy. Go." Krill gives the command and Mo is on him in a flash, pouncing forwards to grab Krill's hips. Krill barely has time to think before Mo's shoved the strap down his throat, swallowing around it, paws firmly pressed to his back to keep him in place. Mo's claws, hidden in the leather gloves, rake against Krill's back and Krill leans forwards, giving the leash some slack. Krill doubles over, trying to grab at Mo's leather covered back to steady himself. Mo's growling and grunting is muted by silicone, his teeth hovering too close for comfort, as Mo practically does all the work of fucking his own throat on Krill's strap. He mouth is so warm and heavy, already making the dildo slick.
"Easy, Momo..." Krill attempts to warn, trying to urge Mo to slow down, but Mo merely laps his tongue against the leather straps of the harness.
The tug of the leash. Mo whines, but reluctantly pulls back.
"Easy, honey. You'll hurt yourself." Krill says as Mo finally obeys, pulling away from the strap, licking the tip as an apology. There's now lube on Mo's sleeveless jacket, and Krill sighs as he pets Mo's head. "You're acting like I starve you of attention, Maurice."
Mo grunts in response, but allows Krill to move away, leaning back down on his arms to present before even being told. He holds his breath as Krill so gently pulls the leather thong? jockstrap? Who cares, it's in the floor now, leaving Mo to whatever Krill decides.
Krill lilghly pokes at the inside of Mo's knee, nudging him down, and Krill presses the strap to Mo's ass. Mo makes another pathetic whine as Krill slides in, finally feeling what he wants, and the euphoria of it makes him groan louder than he has been.
Krill's pace is slow, almost agonizingly slow, as he ensures Mo's good. Mo would love to be roughed up a little, fucked hard right away, but then that wouldn't be Krill hems having sex with. He patiently rocks his hips up into Krill's, urging him to speed up, until Krill finally does. The sound of skin on silicone is muffled by fur, and Mo gives up resting his head on his arms to dig his claws into the floor. He whines and whimpers and growls, all while Krill keeps steady, cock drooling in need.
"Good boy. You can cum now." Krill mutters, pausing to reach around Mo's waist to drag his fingers over Mo's cock. The slight attention, the half hearted thrusts that felt more like rocking into him, and Mo sighs, finally letting himself cum.
He spatters against the floor, hard as he tenses and clenches around Krill's strap, feeling tiredness creep into his arms. Krill pulls out and away, and Mo only sits up after Krill pats his thigh.
"You okay, Momo?" Krill asks, and Mo nods.
"I'm worried about you." Krill says, and Mo frowns slightly, struggling to his feet. He sits on the bed, first removing the boots as Krill finishes stripping to remove the harness.
"I know you're usually needy when we do stuff like that, Maurice... but this time felt different. Are you sure nothing's bothering you?"
Mo pauses after taking off his boots, flexing his foot claws. He frowns again, and reaches for the wooden frame of the bed.
"... Are you sure? I know you don't have to tell me, but..."
Mo hesitates again.
"Smells wrong? With me?" Krill's turn to frown as he sets the strap aside to clean later. "... Momo, do you think...?"
Mo nods.
Krill goes quiet for a moment, dwelling on the idea.
"It would make sense. But... already? It's barely been a year." Krill finishes putting things away, now focusing on cleaning the floor with paper towels. "Your rut was what, three weeks ago?"
Mo nods.
"Well, you have the best nose in the business, Momo. If you think I am, then I think we need to start preparing." Krill stands up from where he was kneeling, tossing the paper towels. Mo pulls the gloves off and shimmies out of the vest, leaving only the hat - which are left to hang off the foot of the bed for the time being. His chain quickly joins the rest of the get up.
"We'll also have to tell Pocket, set up one of the rooms into a n-" Krill's listing is quickly cut off as Mo slides off the bed to collect Krill, carrying him back to bed so they can worry about it later.
"We have the patron's gift. We have the ability to do whatever we need." Krill says, content to rest his head on Mo's chest. "Since we don't have to work, we can take care of them full time."
Krill stretches his arms, looping Mo into a hug and kissing his nose.
"... It's gonna happen, Momo. I don't know how things will look, but... I promise I'll grow old with you. No matter what."
Krill kisses Mo's cheek again, and Mo nuzzles him, claws carding through Krill's fur.
It'll be a nice new chapter for Krill's memoir, no matter what happens.