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it was just like in his dreams.
his dress shoes defiled the antique red carpet beneath him, leaving stains an antiquarian would faint over. his heart sounded in his chest as he squinted at the big cat before him. the only thing keeping the mouse from tumbling over was the fact he knew this was real. this wasn't his nightmare– he had a sense of control.
“i could eat you, you know?” he boasted, “wouldn't let a single bone of yours go untouched.”
goro had summoned mappy to his office for the hundredth time. for what? mappy couldn't remember. not that it was important anymore– like it ever was ever for something important.
goro stood at the front of his desk, looking mappy up and down with amusement. he leans back momentarily, then– clumsily– pushed himself off the surface approaching the other animal. the mouse's stoic expression doesn't waiver, even as goro looms over him.
the cat lets his lips curl up into a closed smile. “that's just the nature of things. cat and mouse. predator and prey.” his cheeks push up against his eyes as his grin grows. “shame. a delectable mouse such as yourself has to be on the receiving end of such cruelty.” mappy exhales, feeling whiskers push against his ear when he closes his eyes. “a game you could never win.”
mappy pushed his thumb into the palm of his hand, feeling his knuckles tremble at the tension. he knew giving goro the satisfaction of a reaction would only spur this on further. so, he stands there.
“even if you catch me, mappy, even if you ‘win’ this little game we play.” goro's breath hits like the heat of an oven. “i'll just come back, and for your family's sake, i won't try to make too much of a mess.”
but mappy couldn't just stand there.
he scoffs, “are you done yet?” the breath on his ear pauses.
“hm?”
mappy steps back, “we both know you aren't going to eat me.” his nose brushes against goro's as the cat hunches over. “you would've done it by now, especially knowing how hungry you can get.”
the mouse snorts seeing goro's brows furrow.
“and how do you know that?” goro spits, and he snarls letting his razor sharp teeth show.
mappy’s heart stumbles– he ignores it. rolling his eyes, he pulls on the knot of his tie.
“psh, dunno, why not take a bite of me now then?” this time mappy steps forward, and goro steps back this time. the knit on his temple loosens, and his eyes widen slowly.
“cmon, one bite, goro.” mappy's left hand joins his right as he undoes his tie.
cat's always landed on their feet, everyone knew that much. but, just because they always landed, didn't mean they've processed being shoved quite yet.
mappy continues forwards, and goro backwards. goro looks bemused, as his back hits his own desk. his fountain pen slips onto the floor, staining the carpet.
mappy by this point has started unbuttoning the top of his shirt, his collarbone showing–no–tempting the cat in front of him. the mouse sounds borderline irritated, but the calmness in his voice made him almost sound reasonable. almost.
goro felt himself trying to scurry onto the desk, with how much space mappy was closing between them. mappy pulls his collar aside presenting more of his white fur to goro. he cocks a brow at the cat. “i'll let you take one big bite outta me, how does that sound? or… is that not enough for you?”
the mouse's eyes squeeze for a moment watching goro's eye twitch. silence stretched into the office, surrounding the two of them. he waits for goro's reaction but nothing comes of that. mappy’s face falters at this.
“er, ah–” mappy backs off, tucking his hand in-between his neck and shoulder. “did i…?” he glances away.
goro's mouth gaps, and he kept switching between bewilderment and frustration. “you–” the cat's voice is uncharacteristically quiet.
“I…?” mappy presses him to finish his sentence, eyes boring into goro again.
goro's face settles on frustration. “...you're testing me.”
“really?” mappy clicks his tongue as he follows goro's eyes. he's staring at his collarbone.
the cat grunts, pushing off the desk and sliding his hand on the small of mappy’s back. his movements were slow enough not to frighten the mouse but mappy still tenses. goro's hand completely covered his lower back.
“yes.” then his other hand captures the mouse's shoulder. slowly, goro reverses their places.
“huh...” mappy says absentmindedly as his back touches the wooden surface. he glances up to find goro's cheeks a deeper color of red.
there was always…something pulling in the back of the mouse's mind anytime he was with the cat. the glances that lasted a lil too long, the lingering unwanted touches, his comments– things the mouse buried inside his conscious because, honestly, there were always bigger fish to fry. the pulling never stopped though, not for a moment. the rubber band only got pulled further, and further, back the more he chased after goro.
“i'm more a sample guy, in all honesty. i like to taste my food before i get the full experience…” goro's hand slides away from his back, traveling to the front of his torso. “flavor is important to me.”
“i can understand what chef made it, how it was made, where it originated, but,” the cat inhales sharply, as he leans down. “there's nothing quite like putting it in your mouth, wouldn't you agree?”
“uh…” mappy blinks at the cat, hands instinctively barely gripping goro's forearms.
goro hums, bashly glancing off. his claw taps the gold of mappy’s belt.
“how far am I allowed to go…?”
the rubber band snapped.
“ngh.” mappy gaze shoots down at his belt, watching goro's hand fiddle with the buckle “uh, sorry, i–”
“you don't…” goro starts, but mappy cuts in.
“no, i do, i think–” mappy shuts his eyes, gasping as goro tugs on his belt. “jeez, give a guy a minute to think! you're kinda springing this on me! i didn't even know you–”
“I'm pretty sure you've always have, mappy.” goro then shifts his hand, pressing the weight of his palm on the buckle of mappy’s belt and lets his fingers gaze at the mouse's zipper. “can't ever seem to see the grey in things.”
mappy tries to scoff but it turns into nothing but a huff. he lets his eyes droop to the floor, sniffling, trying to find his standing. purposely or not, goro lets their noses graze again. mappy lets his hands rest on the cat's forearms.
“...fine, but don't bite.” the mouse slips his hands onto goro's shoulders, nudging them down. “and, you're following my lead.”
“highly doubt you know what you're doing, anyway.” mappy throws in, mumbling. goro shoots him a look, but, nonetheless, lets the mouse push him down onto his knees.
even when mappy was standing, goro's face met his stomach. goro's hands envelop mappy’s thighs– mappy tenses again.
“not very C.E.O of me to be on my knees for my subordinate, hm?”
mappys ears twitch, and he gives goro a quick glance before unbuckling his belt. rubbing circles into the mouse's inner thighs, goro felt them tense up under his fingers– twitching anytime he added pressure. he couldn’t help himself when he dipped down to place a chaste kiss on the seam of the mouse's pants. he got another twitch. so, he did it again, and again…
mappy’s hands froze with each peck, his fingers were fidgeting with his zipper. “quit that.”
goro places his lips on a particularly dangerous spot before teasing his fangs on the clothed flesh. the mouse curses under his breath. as much as the mouse wanted to deny it, the tent in his pants told goro otherwise.
“don’t think i will.” goro flickers his eyes up, his lips stretching into a toothy grin, “scared?”
being met with the mouse's briefs, he could feel mappy’s fingers against his jaw. a thumb slipped into his mouth– goro grunted.
“no. i mean,” mappy pushes his thumb on a tooth, “I'm betting this isn't a one time thing.” he moves his thumb further, and goro's tongue chases him, instinctively tasting the intrusion. mappy hums at the feeling. “and, if you don't want it to be then…”
goro groans, ears pressed on his head, as mappy nudges his foot against his crotch.
“let's keep me in one piece, kay?”
mappy tore his thumb away, and the cat's mouth tasted slightly metallic afterwards. goro hadn't even realized he squeezed his eyes shut until something warm and salty pushed on his lips. still too distracted by mappy's foot stepping on him, he hesitated.
“open.” goro obeyed, “wider.” not good enough, however. goro let his mouth pray open until it was comfortable enough for mappy to feel as if goro's teeth couldn't prick him.
the cat grimaces as mappy makes no movement. this position was…embarrassing to say the least– humiliating at worst, and all he hears is a shaky sigh from mappy.
mappy tangles his fingers in goro's tuff of hair, gazing down at the nervous cat with a wary expression. he's glad the cat's eyes are closed. goro's teeth have always been sharp, mappy knew that well. it's the most scary and most erotic thing about the cat, if mappy were to describe it. he was scared of being devoured by those teeth but at the very same time there was a deep rooted desire to feel those teeth sink into him… under different circumstances– like now.
mappy’s gaze darkens, caughting a streak of red on goro's lower fang.
but, god…he felt like he was sticking his dick in a bear trap. and he was sorta into it…
mappy lets the head of his cock sit on the cat's tongue, barely rolling his hips, letting goro drench his cock in saliva. the texture of goro's tongue making him shudder, then groaning when goro's lips settled around him. mappy’s grip tightens in his hair.
finally, goro's eyes squint open with a concentrated look on him. slowly, he lets his tongue peek out his closed lips, trailing down mappy’s shaft before welcoming more of mappy into his mouth.
“hey…” sighing, the mouse leans on the desk, using his other hand to grip the edge. he stares as goro continues to take him, and mappy expects him to stop. gag, get nervous, something. he was allowing the cat to test his limits before he did anything but… by the time goro's nose bumped into his stomach, mappy understood there weren't any.
the mouse wasn't too convinced seeing watery eyes staring back at him. so, mappy jerks his hips– roughly.
“huuk–!” there we go. mappy grinds his teeth in response.
goro's throat spasms around his cock, and mappy would chuckle if it didn’t feel so damn good. he pulls his hips back then repeats, a little slower this time.
causing goro to whine around him, his legs squirming on the floor. his brows pinch together, focusing everything into not hurling.
“I'm not that mean, you know. would've just fucked myself on your tongue or somethin’. sure, i don't like you and, if you insist on taking me this deep–”
mappy lets a lopsided smile rest on his face when he lets out a breathy laugh, bucking into goro's mouth again. that alone makes goro squeeze his thighs together, the foot between his legs stops that satisfaction. the cat can't help but whimper. “s'thats fine. all the better for me.” mappy slurs his speech, laughing again.
he couldn’t tug away with mappy’s grip on his scalp, so he endured every roll of the mouse's hips. occasionally, goro runs his tongue underneath mappy's cock even going as far to swallow him down deeper when mappy hips would stutter. goro found that the latter made his cock throb in his throat, a salty aftertaste when mappy pulled back.
goro lets out a muffled moan anytime the mouse's foot would lean its weight onto him– it was always when goro took him in the deepest without gagging, a reward? maybe? goro felt drool run down his chin.
mappy panted heavily, doubling over goro as he picked up the pace, noticeably getting sloppier. “good, good, s'good.” too sloppy.
mappy winces, one of the goro's teeth grazes his cock. the contact is light but it sends a shiver down the mouse's spine. “dammit.” mappy yanks on goro's hair, causing the cat to yelp as he's pulled away from mappy’s cock with a wet pop. mappy yanks again, another yelp. “keep your mouth open– wide open–how hard it is to follow instructions…?”
mappy grimaces, staring at goro attempting to catch his breath. he hears goro mumble incomprehensibly, mappy only made out two words ‘not’ and ‘fault’.
the mouse rolls his eyes, “uh-huh.” pulling the hand away that was on the desk, he feels himself feel the wetness the cat left on his cock, spreading it on his hand. “you wanted a taste right? open up, one more time.”
despite his aching jaw, goro parted his lips again, watching mappy pump his cock against his bottom lip. he practically purrs seeing mappy’s cock throb and it takes everything within him to not lap up the bead of pre-cum sitting there. his mind has never felt this hazy before. there were nights close to it but the real thing was different.
so different, and so much more demanding.
goro's own strain in his own pants only worsened by the second, his own cock pressed against his zipper and mappy’s shoe. then, the only warning he got from mappy was a soft grunt before ropes of cum landed on his tongue, some on his face, and some on the carpet.
mappy’s harsh yanks were exchanged for gentle pats, which goro's burning scalp was thankful for. the cat purrs as mappy lightly scratches his scalp. goro laps up whatever got on his face, a bitter taste filling his mouth. not the worst nor best thing goro's ever had in his mouth. locking eyes with mappy– he swallows diligently with a grin.
“jesus…” another groan pulls from the mappy's throat. “you’re gross.”
a grity laugh erupts from goro. “aren't you a massive hypocrite–” a laugh silence by a loud whine. mappy’s pressses his shoe onto goro again, then he yanks it away with a sigh. goro's twitches at the loss of contact, shivering attempting to get himself undercontrol.
mappy by this point tucked himself back into his pants, shuffling away from the cat. goro's eye widen when he realizes where hes going.
“h–hey, you're leaving?” he whimpers, lips curling into a scowl. “you can't just–”
mappy throws him a glance, “I'm not interested in eating cat. maybe next time.”