“Slow down,” Sariel growled, his voice low and otherworldly.
Seymour inhaled, sharp and sudden, his heart about to thump out of his chest from the firm order. He stared at Sariel, transfixed by how his eyes had morphed into golden pools. His irises had melted until each one was entirely consumed by rich, glittery color. They truly appeared liquid, shimmering and vibrant, and Seymour had never seen anything so incredible.
He kissed Sariel again, but softer this time.
Sariel rewarded him with a firm squeeze, their hips grinding together in steady rolls. He was leading them now, guiding the kiss with deep presses and flicks of his hot tongue, and Seymour moaned eagerly.
He wanted to do what Sariel said, the desire to obey outweighing the urge for release. Submission would no doubt bring more pleasure, and how quickly his brain got on board with that was startling. He trusted Sariel to take care of him, to give him everything he needed?—
“Meow?”
Seymour pulled back so fast that his head smacked into the wall. He hissed in pain, lashes fluttering as he tried to focus on who had interrupted them.
Oh.
Oh.
It was Day, standing there with her arms crossed and looking extremely unimpressed.
“Right.” Seymour coughed. From the side of his mouth, he mumbled, “Thought you were watching her?”
“Ah.” Sariel grimaced. “I may have been distracted.”
“Ya’ think?”
Day shook her head and meowed, rolling her eyes.
“Okay, uh. Give us just one sec, okay? We were, uh…” Seymour cleared his throat. “Discussing strategy! Yeah! Lots of strategy. And we, we still need to…”
Day arched a brow. “Meow?”
Seymour would sooner die than tell the tiny cat girl that he couldn’t pull away from Sariel right now because his dick was harder than a damn diamond.
“We apologize for the delay,” Sariel said smoothly. “I promise there is a large quantity of milk in your future.”
Day’s ear flicked, but she nodded. She huffed a little and then turned around, marching back out of the bathroom. It sounded like she was mumbling to herself, but it was impossible to understand a word of her meows.
If Seymour had to guess, however, they sounded extremely judgmental.
“So, uh.” Seymour smoothed his hands through his hair and then reached down to adjust himself. “To be continued?”
Sariel touched his lower lip, his smile dipping. “We should not have done that.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know it wasn’t great when we had Day out there, but I sorta got caught up?—”
“The circumstances are irrelevant.” Sariel shook his head. “I should not have lost control. We…” He gestured between them. “This cannot be.”
“Why? ’Cause of your shitty ass boss, right?”
“Yes, because of my shitty ass boss.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll just fuckin’ see ’bout him.” Seymour cupped Sariel’s cheek, kissing him once more.
It was just as hot and thrilling as before, though he kept this one brief. He wanted Sariel to pin him back against the wall and tear his clothes off, but that was going to have to wait.
They did have a very thirsty kitty cat to tend to.
Sariel hugged Seymour close. “I do not understand what we need to see.”
