Archive of Our Own

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Joss had just turned off his car engine in the parking lot of the five-star hotel. His breathing was heavy, his eyes repeatedly darting to the clock on the dashboard. 20:55. Five minutes until nine PM.

A short text from Gawin a few hours ago "See u at 9, Babe. I have something special for you" had completely shattered Joss's concentration at the office. He didn't know what Gawin had planned, but his instincts told him this wasn't just an ordinary anniversary celebration. To be honest, Joss had been anticipating this moment all day.

Joss stepped out of the car, adjusting the collar of his slightly rumpled shirt. All the way to the elevator, his heart refused to settle. It was a mix of curiosity and a growing, gnawing desire. "What is that naughty boy up to?" he muttered softly as he pressed the button for the presidential suite.

Upon reaching the door of room 8388, Joss paused for a moment to take a deep breath. He tapped his access card. Beep. The door swung open slowly.

The room was dim, illuminated only by the bedside lamps and the city lights glowing through the large windows. Joss stepped inside, passing the small foyer, and his movements immediately locked as his eyes landed on the bed.

There, in the center of the king-size mattress, Gawin was curled up shyly. He was wearing a cat lingerie set, complete with cat ears perched on his head. Every time Gawin moved even slightly, the delicate jingle of the bell on his choker echoed clearly through the silent room.

"Babe... you're... five minutes late," Gawin whispered. His voice trembled, his face flushed a deep crimson all the way to his ears.

Joss didn't answer. His eyes trailed down toward Gawin’s rear, where a grey faux-fur "tail" was attached, signaling that something was currently "filling" Gawin there.

Joss walked slowly, climbing onto the bed and pulling Gawin’s waist until he was flush against him. He whispered directly into Gawin’s ear:

"Babe... you really went all out to drive me crazy tonight, didn't you? So this is the special thing you prepared for me?"

Joss cupped Gawin’s cheek, his thumb tracing Gawin’s lips, which were wet from nervous licking.

"The ears are cute, but I’d much rather see the mess on your face when I pull that tail out later. Come here, closer... a good kitten shouldn't be far from his master, right?"

Gawin could only clutch the bedsheets, the bell on his neck ringing more frantically as his breathing grew erratic.

Gawin quickly pushed against Joss’s broad chest. "Shower first, Babe! You smell like sweat!" he exclaimed, trying to hide his ever-deepening blush. Joss only let out a low laugh, taking a second to flick the bell on Gawin’s neck until it chimed—cling—before finally obeying and heading into the bathroom.

While waiting, Gawin prepared a chilled bottle of champagne and a small cake with "Happy Anniversary, My Ever After." written on it. He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to steadying his breathing because, honestly, the sensation of "fullness" behind him felt more and more vivid with every move he made.

Not long after, Joss emerged wearing only a black bathrobe, tied loosely at the waist. Instead of reaching for the champagne, he pulled a large box from his suitcase.

"Happy anniversary, Babe," Joss said as he sat in front of Gawin, handing him the box.

Gawin’s eyes widened when he opened it. A Leica M11—his dream rangefinder camera.

"Babe! This is so expensive... what is this for?"

Joss gently tilted Gawin’s chin up, his gaze intense. "To capture all our moments. Including the moments where you're at your most beautiful as my kitten tonight."

Joss led Gawin to stand in front of the large window overlooking the Bangkok city lights.

"Let’s try out the camera, Babe," Joss whispered, his arms wrapping around Gawin’s waist while his other hand held the new Leica.

Joss pointed the camera toward the mirror. The display clearly showed the contrast between Joss, tall and imposing in his black bathrobe, and Gawin, slightly smaller, dressed in cat lingerie with a bell that chimed every time he trembled.

"Look at the mirror, Babe. See how beautiful you are tonight," Joss commanded.

Click. A photo was taken just as Gawin bit his lower lip, his eyes growing hazy as Joss’s hand began to wander, gently stroking the base of the grey "tail" attached there.

"Babe... hngg, not there..." Gawin squeezed Joss’s muscular arm. The bell around his neck jingled in rhythm with his erratic heartbeat.

Joss set the camera carelessly on the table and turned Gawin around to face him. He cupped Gawin’s face, his thumb tracing Gawin’s pink lips.

"Do you know? You are the most precious gift I have. That camera is just for documentation, but the one I want to enjoy forever is this... the naughty kitten who prepared himself for me."

Joss immediately pulled Gawin into a demanding, deep kiss, forcing Gawin to stand on his tiptoes to keep up. Their tongues met in a wet tangle, the sound of their kiss filling the luxury suite.

After the heated kiss, Gawin didn't back down. His nimble hands began tugging at the belt of Joss's black bathrobe until it loosened, letting the fabric pool on the floor. Gawin softly stroked Joss's firm chest and abs, his eyes trailing down to where Joss's manhood was already half-hard beneath his boxers.

Gawin flashed a mischievous smile—the kind that let Joss know he wouldn't be let off easily tonight. He pulled Joss toward the bed, pushing against his broad shoulders until Joss was lying flat on the sheets.

Joss instinctively reached for Gawin’s small hands to pull him down, but the naughty kitten had another agenda. Gawin shook his head slowly. Cling-cling. The sound of the bell on his neck served as a warning.

"Slow down, Babe... no need to rush," Gawin whispered in a seductive, husky voice.

Gawin slid off the bed and walked slowly toward the table where the champagne sat. He took a small ice cube from the bucket, popping it into his mouth until his lips felt frozen.

He crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself between Joss’s legs before immediately silencing Joss with a kiss.

Sshhh... Joss flinched slightly. The sensation of the ice cube moving between their tongues sent shivers down his spine, but at the same time, his desire reached a breaking point. Joss reached for the nape of Gawin’s neck, but Gawin pulled away again.

Still holding the melting ice in his mouth, Gawin trailed his kisses downward. From the chin to the pulsing neck, down to the chest, and across Joss’s perfect abs. The ice began to melt, leaving trails of cold water over Joss’s searing skin.

"How is it, Babe? Refreshing?" Gawin asked, looking up at Joss with hazy yet triumphant eyes, while his hands began to play mischievously with the waistband of Joss’s boxers.

Joss squeezed the bedsheets, his breath hitching. "Babe... do you really want me to devour you after this?" Joss asked in a low growl, his eyes fixed on his kitten's adorable brown eyes.

Gawin chuckled, the bell around his neck vibrating with him. "Speaking of devouring... let's have some cake first, Babe. It was expensive, after all."

Gawin climbed off the bed with deliberately slow movements. Joss could only hold his breath as the grey "tail" swayed adorably with every step Gawin took. Unable to take it anymore, Joss followed and embraced Gawin from behind right at the table.

"Don't tell me you actually want to eat cake right now, hm?" Joss whispered, burying his face in the crook of Gawin’s neck, inhaling his scent mixed with the sweet aroma from the table.

Gawin didn't answer with words. Instead, he swiped some white cream from their anniversary cake with his index finger. He turned within Joss’s embrace, pressing their bodies together with no gap, and slowly placed his cream-covered finger into Joss’s mouth.

"Don't you want to eat the cake?" Gawin asked innocently, though his eyes challenged Joss.

Joss cleared his throat, the sound muffled by Gawin’s long finger still in his mouth. Rather than pulling away, Joss began to suck and lick the finger, tasting the sweetness of the cream mixed with the warmth of Gawin’s skin. Joss’s gaze darkened; his large hands now framed Gawin’s hips, squeezing firmly as if to say the games were over.

"Sweet," Joss murmured after Gawin withdrew his finger, but his eyes dropped to Gawin’s pale neck. "But I think I know something even sweeter than this cream."

Joss wiped a smudge of cream from the corner of Gawin’s lips with his thumb, then without warning, he lifted Gawin and sat him on the table, right next to the cake and champagne.

"First ice, now cream... what else are you going to try, kitten?"

Gawin arched his chest slightly as Joss drew near. The pressure of the butt plug beneath him made it hard to breathe, providing a sensation of fullness that only made him crave Joss’s touch more.

With slightly trembling hands, Gawin pulled down his top, exposing his smooth chest. His nipples were peaked and hard, sensitive to the cool air of the room and the peak of his desire.

Gawin swiped more cream from the cake beside him and intentionally smeared it over his nipples, pulling Joss’s head close with a demanding, hazy gaze.

"I want to be eaten, Babe," he whispered.

Joss'a eyes dark with desire, lowered his head and hungrily licked the sweet cream directly from Gawin’s skin. His warm, rough tongue teased Gawin’s nipples, sucking them until Gawin let out a cry and gripped Joss’s hair tightly.

"Hhnn... ahh... Babe..." Gawin moaned, his head falling back as the bell around his neck chimed in a frantic rhythm with his trembling body.

Joss paused to admire the red, wet marks he had left on Gawin’s chest. He licked his lips, tasting the lingering cream. "So good, Babe... the cake isn't nearly as sweet as you," he muttered hoarsely.

Joss leaned in to whisper in Gawin’s ear, "I wonder if the cream tastes just as sweet if I put it on your 'tail' down there, hm?".

He turned Gawin around, prompting him to bend over the table. The sight of Gawin’s arched hips and the swaying grey tail took Joss's breath away. Gawin’s black top hung loosely at his elbows, exposing his smooth, white back. As Joss’s fingers trailed down Gawin’s spine to the base of the tail, Gawin’s body twitched from the overstimulation.

"You're so beautiful, Babe... look at you, such a mess because of me, and we haven't even really started," Joss whispered, his hand firmly squeezing Gawin’s hip. "The tail is cute, but I'd rather see myself inside you."

As Joss reached to pull the butt plug out, Gawin’s hand stopped him. "Later... right now, I want to 'eat' you first, Babe," he whispered, his naughty kitten gaze returning.

Joss chuckled and backed toward the bed, challenging him. "Oh really? Show me how this naughty kitten eats his master."

Joss sat on the edge of the bed, watching intently as Gawin crawled toward him on the floor. Gawin’s movements were fluid and feline, the bell around his neck jingling with every slow, deliberate step while the grey tail brushed against his thighs.

Stopping between Joss's legs, Gawin looked up with lust-filled eyes. He gripped Joss's sturdy thighs, marking his territory. In the sweltering silence of the room, broken only by heavy breathing and the soft chime of the bell, Gawin leaned forward and used his teeth to pull at the waistband of Joss's boxers.

Joss basked in the sensations Gawin provided, his head tilting back as the veins in his neck strained. His large hands wove through Gawin’s black hair, stroking it gently, truly pampering him like his favorite kitten.

As Gawin pulled the boxers down, Joss’s fully erect length was finally set free. Gawin’s eyes nearly rolled back; the sight always made him "hungry". The thick, veined length that always overwhelmed Gawin was now right in front of his face, pulsing slowly as if in greeting.

Gawin began his task. He didn't devour it immediately, instead starting by carefully kissing the head of Joss’s cock. His small tongue darted out, licking the tip with quick, playful movements, exactly like a thirsty kitten.

"Ahhh... fuck..." Joss groaned loudly, his hands shifting from gentle strokes to a firmer grip on Gawin’s hair, pressing Gawin’s face deeper into his center of pleasure.

"Good boy, kitten... keep going, don't stop," Joss whispered, his voice clouded with lust.

Encouraged by the praise, Gawin grew more spirited. He looked up, watching Joss through his long lashes while continuing to play his tongue there, causing pre-cum to leak and add a slick, pleasurable sensation.

The sound of soft wetness filled the air, mingled with Joss's stifled moans as he teetered on the edge because of his "kitten's" teasing.

The atmosphere turned chaotic, with only the sound of their hunting breaths between them. Gawin pushed his face forward again, this time fully taking Joss inside.

Gawin didn't just suck; his tongue swept along the prominent veins of the shaft, creating a friction that nearly made Joss lose consciousness. Every time Gawin took him deep to the hilt, a soft, muffled moan vibrated within his mouth—a "hmmm... mmph..." that sent shivers straight to Joss's most sensitive nerves, making him claw at the bedsheets.

Just as Joss almost reached his limit, he firmly but gently pulled Gawin back by his hair, distancing his "kitten's" face before everything overflowed.

"I’m almost came, baby... shhh, you’re so good. Who did you practice this with to get this good?" Joss asked, his breath completely hitched.

Gawin protested slightly, his wet and red lips pouting adorably, but his eyes remained fixed on Joss with a naughty glint. He leaned in close to Joss’s ear, whispering a lethal nickname that he knew would completely shatter Joss’s composure.

"I practiced with... Phi Bao...".

In that instant, Joss lost his mind. The name "Phi Bao" acted like a switch, flipping on the most dominant side of his nature. Without warning, Joss grabbed Gawin’s face and silenced his lips with a ravenous kiss.

The kiss was rough yet passionate, their tongues tangling as they exchanged saliva that still tasted like the sweet cake cream. Joss sucked on Gawin’s lower lip until it was bruised red, leaving Gawin absolutely no room to breathe.

While their lips remained tightly locked, Joss’s large hands began working behind. His fingers found the base of the grey "tail" still tucked inside. Joss began toying with the base of the tail—twisting and pulling it nearly out, only to thrust it back in with a teasing, relentless rhythm.

"Hngghhh!" Gawin moaned into the middle of their kiss, his body arching violently as the pressure below hit his sensitive spots in rapid succession. The bell around his neck chimed wildly, following the reflex of his hips searching for more pressure.

"The bell is getting noisier, kitten... do you love having your 'tail' played with that much?" Joss whispered between kisses, his eyes staring intensely at Gawin, who was now completely weak and submissive under his power.

Joss showed no mercy. He knew exactly where Gawin’s weaknesses were. With one hand still gripping the nape of Gawin’s neck, the other hand began working more brutally against his soft rear.

Joss gripped the base of the grey "tail" and began twisting it with an ever-increasing rhythm. He didn't just twist it; he pulled it out until it was nearly free, then intentionally jerked it back inside with a single thrust.

Cling! Cling! Cling!.

The bell around Gawin’s neck was no longer rhythmic. Gawin’s body shook violently, his legs going so weak that he had to lean entirely against Joss’s broad chest. Every time the base of the tail rubbed against the sensitive walls inside, Gawin let out a completely broken moan.

"P' Bao... ahhh! Don’t-don't twist it like that... hnggh!" Gawin rambled, his eyes tearing up and rolling back.

Joss only felt more challenged. He accelerated his movements, his fingers joining in around the sensitive area, providing extra pressure that caused Gawin to lose all control over his nerves. The full, hot sensation and constant friction battered Gawin’s center of pleasure repeatedly.

"Why, Babe? It feels good, doesn't it? Look at my kitten, trembling like this just because I’m playing with his tail a little," Joss whispered in a heavy, seductive tone.

After only a few seconds of Joss pumping the tail, Gawin’s body suddenly stiffened. He let out a muffled whimper against Joss’s shoulder, and a second later, he came without even being touched, soaking Joss’s stomach and the sheets beneath them. “Ngghhh... ahhh...”.

Gawin slumped weakly, his breath coming in gasps with a face that was a complete mess—exactly how Joss wanted it.

Joss chuckled lowly, wiping the sweat from Gawin’s forehead while continuing to stare into his favorite hazy eyes. He whispered words that made Gawin’s ears burn even hotter:

"My kitten is so weak... coming just from having your tail played with for a moment, hm? P' Bao hasn't even started going in yet, love. You're this exhausted just from a toy tail... what will happen when my real one goes in later? You might just faint, won't you?".

Joss licked Gawin’s earlobe, his hand slowly pulling the butt plug out entirely, clearing the "path" for the main course of the night.

"Let's put the toy tail away for now... and replace it with the real one, shall we, Babe?".

The air grew even more sweltering as Joss slowly withdrew the butt plug. Gawin let out a long sigh, feeling a sudden empty space that demanded to be filled again. “Ahhhh... phi....”.

Joss flipped Gawin over, positioning him so he could see the masterpiece he had just created. "Look at you, such a mess because of me. You’re so beautiful, Babe..." Joss whispered while staring at Gawin’s pulsing, pink entrance as if it were calling out to him.

Joss did not waste a single second. He buried his face there, sipping and licking that sensitive area with his warm tongue. Every time Joss’s tongue flicked inside, Gawin writhed, his hands clutching the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white.

"You really are driving me crazy, Babe. You taste so sweet," Joss murmured between his movements, making Gawin’s stomach flutter and tickle at his words.

Joss then inserted two fingers, combining them with the increasingly rapid movements of his tongue. This dual pressure completely shattered Gawin’s defenses.

"Ah... ahh... Phi, stop!" Gawin whimpered while trying to push Joss’s shoulders away.

Joss looked up, his nose and lips wet from Gawin’s sweetness, and he was rewarded with the sight he loved most: Gawin half-conscious, lips slightly parted, and eyes hazy and watering. "What is it, baby doll? Something uncomfortable? Hm?"

Gawin shook his head weakly, still gasping for air. "No, Phi... I’m just thirsty... I want a drink..."

Joss let out a low chuckle. He stood up, walked to the table, and grabbed the champagne glass prepared earlier. He took a few gulps, letting the cold liquid wet his own throat, which was dry from desire.

When Joss returned to the bed, Gawin reached out his hand, intending to grab the glass due to his unbearable thirst. But with a swift movement, Joss dodged, keeping the glass out of Gawin’s reach.

"Phi..." Gawin whined softly, the bell on his neck chiming playfully.

​"No glass for you, babe," Joss whispered. He took a deep swig of the champagne, holding the liquid in his mouth as he leaned down, trapping Gawin beneath him.

Joss cupped Gawin’s cheeks, joining their lips in a deep kiss. He allowed the cold, sweet champagne to flow slowly from his mouth into Gawin’s. The sensation of the cold alcohol contrasting with their searing body heat made Gawin shiver.

Gawin drank it greedily, matching the rhythm of Joss’s tongue, which now carried the sharp, intoxicating scent of alcohol. Once the liquid was gone, Joss didn’t break the kiss; instead, he sucked deeper on Gawin’s tongue, the sound of wet, messy slops filling the silence of the room.

"How is it? Not thirsty anymore?" Joss asked after pulling back only a few centimeters, his eyes fixed on Gawin’s lips, which glistened with the remnants of the champagne.

"Still... still thirsty, Phi," Gawin answered boldly, his arms beginning to coil around Joss’s neck, pulling him back down to "spend" their night.

Joss took one last swig of the remaining champagne, letting the liquid coat his throat before placing the glass on the nightstand with a firm thud. Gawin watched Joss’s every move with hungry eyes, as if every inch of Joss’s body was a feast he had long been craving. As soon as Joss moved closer again, Gawin wrapped his arms around him, he pulled at the nape of Joss’s neck, forcing their lips together in a wet, sweet kiss that laced with the taste of champagne.

The kiss turned wild; their tongues entangled, exchanging the taste of cold champagne while their passion blazed. Joss occasionally bit Gawin’s lower lip until it turned red, then sucked on Gawin’s tongue as it darted out playfully, seemingly asking for more. Joss’s large hands crept along Gawin’s smooth back, moving down slowly until he found those firm glutes, squeezing them with just the right pressure to elicit short moans that broke between their kisses.

Joss broke the contact with Gawin’s lips and moved to the crook of his neck. He breathed in deeply the scent of Gawin’s body—a mix of perfume and light sweat—a scent that always succeeded in making him lose his mind.

Suddenly, with a powerful and forceful tug, Joss lifted Gawin’s body up.

"Ah! Babe! What are you doing? Put me down!" Gawin yelped in surprise, his long legs reflexively wrapping around Joss’s sturdy waist to keep from falling.

Instead of complying, Joss became even more intense in kissing Gawin’s neck, nipping here and there until he left reddish marks. He carried Gawin toward the large window that displayed the beautiful, sparkling lights of Bangkok below.

Joss leaned Gawin’s back against the cold glass, creating a wild contrast with their searing body temperatures. Joss stared deep into Gawin’s eyes, his hand brushing through Gawin’s already messy hair.

"Look down there, Babe. The city is beautiful, but it’s nothing compared to the sight of you begging in front of me now. You know you’ve made me so restless at the office today," Joss whispered, stroking Gawin’s cheek with his thumb, his voice growing lower and hoarser.

"Your entrance is so beautiful, pulsing as if asking to be filled. I’m going in, okay, Babe? Don’t hold back your voice; I want to hear you tonight".

Without waiting for an answer, Joss hooked his arms under Gawin’s thighs, lifting him higher. With one powerful surge, he buried himself deep inside Gawin’s wet, welcoming heat.

"AAAKHHH! P' BAO!".

Gawin’s head snapped back, his spine pressed tight against the cold glass, while the bell around his neck chimed wildly following the jolts of his body as Joss began the first deep, commanding thrust.

That first thrust immediately left Gawin speechless. An overwhelming sense of fullness struck his sensitive spot, leaving him able to do nothing but cling tightly to Joss’s neck while hiding his face in the crook of his shoulder.

Joss gave Gawin no time to adjust. He began to move with a deep, constant rhythm, causing Gawin’s back to friction against the cold glass behind them.

"Hnggh— P' Bao... slow down... akh! So deep..." Gawin moaned, his voice breaking amidst the roar of their breathing.

Joss only grew wilder. He gripped Gawin’s thighs, lifting them even higher so he could reach further inside. Every time Joss hit the deepest point, the bell on Gawin’s neck chimed wildly, in sync with Joss’s increasingly heavy and sexy breaths.

"You're so tight, Babe... are you that happy to have me inside?" Joss whispered while continuing to pump his hips. His free hand wandered to Gawin’s chest, playing with his nipples where a few traces of cream still remained.

"P-phi... ahh... f-fuck..." Gawin rambled, his head snapping back, his eyes staring at the city lights which were becoming a blur as tears of pleasure began to well up.

Joss shifted to kissing Gawin’s shoulder, leaving marks of possession there. "Hearing your voice like this makes me never want to stop. Look at the mirror, Babe... see how messy you are because of me. So beautiful."

Gawin tried to look at his reflection in the mirror—wearing the cat-ear headband, the noisy bell, and his body continuously being pounded by Joss. The sight only triggered his desire further. He began to return Joss’s movements, locking his legs around Joss’s waist, wanting for more.

"More, Phi... akh! Harder... hnggh!"

Joss smirked. He pulled Gawin’s hair slightly so their faces were level. "Oh, the kitten is brave enough to ask for more? Fine, I'll give you what you want, kitten."

Joss’s thrusts became more brutal and precisely targeted. He showed no mercy, hitting Gawin’s deepest spot until Gawin could think of nothing else besides the explosive heat below.

"P-phi... ahh! Stop... wait... hnggh!" Gawin rambled, his hands squeezing Joss’s shoulders until his nails left marks there.

Joss didn't stop; instead, he picked up the pace even more. "Why, Babe? Is it too good? You're so tight, constantly squeezing me..."

"No... akh! P' Bao... I... I feel like I'm going to pee... hngghhh... enough, Phi...!" Gawin cried out, his body stiffening violently, his legs wrapped around Joss’s waist shaking with every thrust.

Hearing that, Joss didn't pull away; he only smirked, his eyes darkening with possessive delight. He knew very well that it wasn't just a need to pee, but that Gawin’s body was right on the edge.

"Just let it out, Babe... it's okay, spill everything on me," Joss whispered, his voice incredibly seductive right in Gawin’s ear.

And just like that, with one powerful thrust from Joss, Gawin’s head snapped back, his lips parted in a silent scream. He couldn't hold back any longer. The clear liquid spilled out, soaking their pressed stomachs and dripping onto the floor of the luxury hotel suite.

"AAAKHHH! P' BAOOO!"

Gawin cried out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure, his body becoming so weak he would have slumped to the floor if not for Joss’s strong arms holding him up. The bell around his neck gave one last, loud chime before falling silent, leaving only the sound of their heavy, ragged breathing.

Joss stared at Gawin’s half-conscious face, his cheeks wet with tears of ecstasy. The warmth and the frantic pulsing of Gawin’s entrance—clinging to him with an incredible tightness—drove Joss over the edge. He couldn't hold back a second longer.

"Babe... look at me," Joss whispered.

Gawin opened his hazy eyes, meeting Joss’s gaze with a look of beautiful, total surrender. Joss kissed him one more time, softer now but with deep intent. He squeezed Gawin’s rear, lifting his smaller frame to perfectly align them for the final strike.

"I’m coming inside, okay? I want to fill you up tonight," Joss murmured, not waiting for an answer.

Joss began to thrust again, but this time with a short, fast, and incredibly powerful tempo. Every impact made Gawin whimper again, the bell on his neck chimed rhythmically, even though he no longer had the strength to move.

"P-phi... akh! P' Bao... so full... hnggh!"

Joss squeezed his eyes shut, the muscles in his arms straining until the veins stood out in high relief. With one last, deepest thrust, Joss let out a low groan and spilled everything deep inside Gawin.

Fuuuuck...

Joss buried his face in Gawin’s shoulder, his breath hot against Gawin’s sweat-slicked skin. He could feel himself pulsing slowly inside, his warmth merging with the liquid now filling Gawin.

They both stayed still for a long moment, the only sound being their synchronized breathing in front of the large window. Joss slowly lowered Gawin to the floor, but kept a firm grip on his waist so his lover wouldn't collapse on his weak, trembling legs.

​"What a good little kitten... Look at you, making such a mess. Was it that good?" Joss cooed, brushing a tear from Gawin's eye.

Gawin could only hide his crimson face against Joss’s chest, utterly embarrassed yet completely satisfied.​ "Mean... you've completely ruined me, look at everything..."

"But you loved it, didn't you?" Joss kissed the cat ear on Gawin’s head, which was now tilted to one side. "Come on, stop hiding. Let's get cleaned up, and then we’re using that new camera to capture you looking this 'messy.' I want to keep it as a souvenir for our anniversary." ​"You're insane!" Gawin whispered breathlessly, leaning into Joss as he weakly swatted at the man's chest.

"Thank you for the gift, kitten," Joss whispered again, softly kissing Gawin’s neck, where the bell was still attached. "This is the best anniversary we've ever celebrated."

Gawin could only nod weakly, his arms still faithfully wrapped around Joss’s shoulders, feeling the incredible warmth and affection amidst the chaos of their hotel room.

Joss slowly pulled away from Gawin, but he didn't let him stand on his own right away. With great care, he lifted Gawin’s limp body—still wearing the tilted cat-ear headband—and carried him back to the bed.

"Wait here for a second, Babe. I'll prepare some warm water," Joss whispered, kissing Gawin’s sweat-dampened forehead.

Joss walked to the bathroom, turned on the tap of the luxurious bathtub, and added a lavender-scented bath bomb so Gawin could relax. While waiting for the tub to fill, Joss turned on the shower and took a quick rinse to wash away the remnants of their "battle" from his own body.

Once refreshed, Joss emerged wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He returned to the bed, approaching Gawin, who was already half-asleep. Joss gently removed the cat ears and the bell from Gawin’s neck.

"Come on, let’s bathe so your body doesn't get sore," Joss said, picking Gawin up again and carrying him toward the bathroom.

Joss lowered Gawin into the bathtub, which was now filled with foam and warm water. Gawin immediately let out a sigh of relief as his skin hit the warmth. Joss sat on a small stool beside the tub, took a sponge, and began softly scrubbing Gawin’s back.

"Babe... aren't you bathing with me?" Gawin asked with his eyes closed, his voice still husky.

Joss chuckled, his hands moving to massage Gawin’s shoulders. "Not this time, Babe. I showered earlier on purpose."

"Why?"

Joss leaned in, whispering something in Gawin’s ear that made the sweet man snap his eyes open instantly. "Because you look way too sexy when you're wet like this. If I got in there, I’m afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back and I'd 'eat' you again. I feel bad because you're already so exhausted; you might not even be able to get up tomorrow."

Gawin’s face instantly flushed red again, he splashed water toward Joss. 'Shameless!'"

Joss laughed while cupping Gawin’s cheek, looking at him with deep affection. "Alright, just rest properly for now. But..." Joss gave Gawin a quick kiss on the lips. "...tomorrow morning, once you've got your energy back, we're going again. There's still one more bottle of champagne left over there."

Gawin could only surrender, hiding his face behind the soap suds. "Wayar... seriously... you're unbelievable!"

The night finally settled into a warm embrace, where heartbeats that had once raced wildly shifted into a calm, echoing rhythm.

In the dim light of the hotel room and the lingering sweet scent of champagne, Joss held Gawin tightly as if to ensure that this moment—with all its beautiful chaos and spilled passion—would be immortalized in memory more vividly than any camera shot.

For them, this anniversary wasn't just about a one-night celebration; it was a silent promise that in the days to come, they would remain each other's most comfortable home, where love always felt as warm as water in winter and as sweet as cream on the tip of a finger.

Joss took a long breath while stroking the hair of the now-slumbering Gawin, his head suddenly calculating the hotel fines he’d have to pay tomorrow for the champagne stains and other 'messes' on the carpet. But looking at his little kitten’s peaceful face, Joss could only think to himself, "Whatever, the fine is nothing, as long as my kitten was satisfied enough to overflow."