He didn’t have to wait long.His master’s motorbike soon sped down the road and pulled up in the drive.The roar of the engine quieted to a purr before it finally slid into a silent sleep.
Rising from his perch in the window, Kefir turned his attention to the bedroom door.As Ellery pushed it open, Kefir was ready for him.
There had been a whole section of the website called protocol.
Lowering himself gracefully to his knees, Kefir put his hands neatly behind his back, just as one of the more easily understood pictures on the internet showed.His gaze remained firmly on the floor.
The door clicked closed behind Ellery.The sound of his boots came closer, and Ellery’s fingers stroked through Kefir’s hair.“Hello.”
Temporarily forgetting everything he had so carefully studied, Kefir looked up and met Ellery’s eyes.Then, he remembered that a sub was never supposed to make eye contact with his master, that it wasn’t a sub’s place to do that and quickly lowered his gaze again.
“Hello, sir.”
Sir.The website had been very clear about that, too.Honorifics were important.A sub should always call all doms sir.It was a sign of respect.A signal that he knew he wasn’t worthy of being on first name terms with someone who was so far his superior…
A little voice in the back of Kefir’s mind piped up then, reminding him that it was also what Ryland called Arslan.No matter how much Kefir tried to tell himself that the human protocols were more important than feline traditions, that fact appealed to him even more than any of the information on the website.
Ellery stroked his fingers along Kefir’s jawline, guiding him to tilt his head back.It was impossible to do as Ellery seemed to want and keep to the rules the website said were so important at the same time.
Kefir hesitated, and Ellery’s touch became more insistent until Kefir gave in and looked up.
Ellery studied him carefully for several long seconds, before turning and walking away from him without another word.Kefir watched him stride all the way across the room and fold his frame into the armchair where he usually threw his clothes before they slept.
Ellery clicked his fingers, low down by the side of his leg.Kefir looked at them, curious as to what the gesture might mean.The website hadn’t mentioned anything about clicking fingers, at least not on any of the pages he’d read.But there had been a lot of pages he hadn’t studied yet, and—
“Come here,” Ellery translated.
Kefir did as he was told, and Ellery welcomed him to kneel on the floor at his feet, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling him forward to rest against his body.His scent radiated pleasure as Kefir automatically snuggled in against him, nuzzling at his shirt.
“That was a pretty way to welcome your master home,” Ellery said, as he guided Kefir to tilt his head back again and offer up his mouth to be kissed.
Ellery’s lips were strong against his, determined to control and possess with every touch.Kefir let his eyes drop closed.Whoever had written all that stuff on that website hadn’t spent anywhere near enough time on the subject of kissing.He obviously couldn’t have known how marvellous Ellery was at it.
When Ellery pulled away and sat back in the chair, Kefir nuzzled his way closer to his master’s body again.His master.The word felt a lot more natural in his head than calling Ellery his pet ever had.
Kefir rubbed his cheek against the inside of Ellery’s thigh.Within seconds, he found himself automatically working his way closer towards Ellery’s fly.
Ellery laughed and nudged him away.Kneeling at his feet, Kefir stared up at him, wondering how a man could ever want to say no while his scent screamed out such a very enthusiastic “yes”.
“Someone’s had a good day,” Ellery said.“What have you been up to?”
Kefir looked down as he nuzzled against Ellery’s hand.“I worked on the family lines.And I did some research,” he added, conscientiously.
“Did it go well?”
Kefir thought about that.Ellery would almost certainly be pleased with everything he had learned.Yes.Kefir nodded, that counted as going well.“Tell me about your day, sir?”
“The guy brought a second extra bike in to be overhauled alongside the first.Complete custom job.”
“That’s a good thing?”Kefir checked.
Ellery smiled down at Kefir, his fingers still toying with his hair, tugging gently at the strands in a way that went straight to Kefir’s cock.“Yes.A very good thing.”
Kefir nodded his satisfaction, pleased that his master was happy.
“Arslan’s invited us to join them for dinner,” Ellery mentioned then.“They’re expecting us downstairs.”
“Do we have time to…?”
