(Omg did I really make Ruoka this way XD Seba, what did you do when raising this poor pup? Also, another of my friend's cats :3 )

They were going to be in so much trouble. Ruoka had explained the rules to him last night, yet even though he'd said that there were some stipulations to the one about him being in his room, they had disregarded both of them so completely that he knew his master would definitely have something to say about it. When he actually began to wake up, though, he realized something rather odd.

Well, besides the fact that he was snuggled up nice and comfortably against a very warm, naked body.

Master isn't home.

The man didn't sleep nearly as much as humans, but he was always usually home in the early hours of the morning. At least, that's how he was ever since Seba had returned.

I wonder where he went so early?

He had the sudden urge to quickly send Ruoka back to his room, before his master could return and find them, but that idea died as quickly as it had spawned.

You need to wake him up in order to do that.

He couldn't do it. A plethora of reasons why he needed to just stay as still as possible, all day long until Ruoka awoke and exited his room on his own, swam through his mind. It took him nearly half an hour before he managed to calm his racing heart and sneak open one eye the tiniest fraction.

Oh...

He was resting his head against Ruoka's right shoulder, and quite snuggly being held there by the man's arm. Now that he was beginning to process his exact situation, he realized something that brought a little more heat to his cheeks.

His hand is on my waist...

Ruoka wasn't holding him tightly by any means, at least, so if he wanted to move away, it would be extremely easy to do so. With that bit of extra comfort, he took a quiet, deep breath and slowly tilted his head up just enough to see the man's face.

He's getting a little scruffy.

Facial hair was definitely not something that he thought he'd ever see on Ruoka's human form. But now that he really thought about it, it did make perfect sense that the man was beginning to grow a beard. It was still barely there, but he had no doubt that it would fill in over time if not kept under control.

You really will look like an alpha soon.

Tucking his head back against Ruoka's shoulder, Seba looked over what he could see of the man. When he noticed exactly how he was lying, he nearly burst out laughing.

Once a pup, always a pup.

The guy might have looked like a young alpha werewolf, resting in bed during the early hours of the morning, but even though his upper body was lying somewhat normally, his lower half, which was thankfully covered by a blanket still, was not. Both of his knees were bent and while his left leg lay on its side, his right one was pushed up, tilting slightly in the opposite direction, but held mostly up by the blanket wrapped around it.

Thank you blanket. I really did not need to see that again right now.

It was already a wonder that he wasn't still panicking about waking up next to a naked man. He didn't need another close up view of his private bits. Turning his attention away from Ruoka's lower half, Seba carefully lifted himself up on his elbow so that he could get a better look at his former pup.

I haven't released you from my service yet, so I guess you're technically still mine... just, not quite a pup anymore.

His chest tightened at the idea. Even though Ruoka's new human form stressed him out to no end, he still didn't feel ready to let him go yet.

"Please forgive this master for being selfish," he whispered on a sigh.

He wasn't expecting a response, since Ruoka's breathing was still rather even and he hadn't moved at all yet, but when he felt a soft, warm tongue steal a quick lick from his forehead, Seba felt his face begin to burn.

"Master may be as selfish as he wishes with this pup," Ruoka said, his deep voice clear and calm.

Wait a second... he doesn't sound like he's just woken up.

Scowling, Seba glared down at the man now grinning up at him from where his head comfortably rested nestled within a plump pillow. He wanted to ask how long he had been playing him, but at the same time, he knew that asking wouldn't change the answer he already knew.

Which was, the entire time.

His pup was not a deep sleeper. If someone so much as sneezed within one hundred yards of him, he'd be awake in an instant.

Seemingly sensing his growing stress, Ruoka gently tugged him down into his arms as he, himself, scooted higher against the pillows. Of course, he did so extremely slowly, giving Seba plenty of time to move away if he so chose. He decided to stay. Ruoka had totally just played him. There was payback to be had.

"Master is upset with me?" Ruoka asked after they were both settled again.

His hands were now resting gently atop the small of Seba's back, making him want to fidget but holding back his nerves.

"Yes, I am," he grumbled as he pushed himself up on his elbows to be able to stare down at his werewolf.

"Why did you pretend to be asleep for so long?"

Ruoka tilted his head on the pillow, making his already-mussed up hair look like it had just gone through a mini tornado.

That won't do.

Without waiting for a response, he leaned up and reached forward to try and sort out Ruoka's unruly locks. He quickly realized, however, that they were just as stubborn as their owner.

"I give up, your hair is impossible," he grumbled right before he felt something soft, warm, and moist press against the underside of his jaw for the briefest moment.

The lick immediately froze him in place, making his eyes widen to saucers. Thankfully, he snapped himself out of his shock after only a few moments, then narrowed his eyes down at a slightly bashful-looking Ruoka.

"You can't just lick me while in your human form," he reprimanded, making Ruoka frown and turn his head away on the pillow.

What is this expression even for?

As if hearing his thoughts, Ruoka abruptly turned his head back to face him, then sat up so quickly that Seba had to scramble and wrap his arms around the man's neck or risk fumbling backwards! Of course, that landed him right in Ruoka's lap, but thankfully there were enough blankets there to keep his mind from short circuiting.

"Master Seba, what must I do to be allowed to lick you while in my human form?" Ruoka asked as his arms settled around Seba's waist, hugging him against him like a child that was afraid their favorite teddy bear might be taken away at any moment as punishment for some misdeed they didn't understand.

Seba lowered his gaze for a few moments as he thought about his words in earnest, but his response was still the same.

"It's just not something that should be done. It is not proper."

Ruoka seemed to mull his words around in his head for a bit before responding with a curious frown.

"Must I always be proper? We are in your bedchambers. Is this not where propriety wavers?"

Wavers is definitely not the right word for this situation!

Pushing aside his frustration, Seba lifted a hand to poke Ruoka's bare chest.

"We are not together. So propriety means that licking, as well as other things, are not appropriate between us."

Seeing a bright light flicker in Ruoka's caramel eyes gave Seba just enough warning to know that the guy was about to be a brat, again.

"Master, we are together right now."

Biting his tongue, Seba rolled his eyes and looked away, then returned his narrowed stare to Ruoka's curious, impish one. He was just going to have to be as forward as possible from here on out.

"Since when have I enjoyed the pleasures of you licking my face?" he said, unable to help but throw in that pleasures word just for a bit of added sarcasm.

Of course, again, he should have known not to beat around the bush with Ruoka even the slightest bit... at all. Before he could even consider all of the ways his words might be turned around on him, his werewolf was already speaking.

"You have not, but I have seen some instances where one's tongue has shown to be quite a useful tool for pleasure," Ruoka said, making Seba's face turn uncomfortably pale.

What!

Rouka whispered something else as he leaned closer and gently grasped his jaw, but Seba was completely lost in thought, trying to figure out how on earth his pup had gotten to his previous conclusion. He'd taken him to the red light district a few times, but he couldn't remember having ever brought him into a room while he was being tended to. So, he simply gave a quiet mumble of agreement to whatever his pup was saying so that he could get back to sifting through his own paranoid thoughts.

Instead of being left to think of all the ways he might have failed in raising his werewolf, his attention was again tugged away from his thoughts as a warm finger settled beneath his chin and lifted it until their eyes met.

"Master, I know that you just agreed, but I don't feel comfortable with how distracted you sounded when you said it. Is master Seba really okay with me trying to use my tongue to pleasure him between his legs... instead of his face?"

He had no words. Absolutely none. He also didn't want to hear any for at least the next sixty seconds, so Seba quickly pressed both of his hands over Ruoka's mouth, then leaned down to rest his forehead against the man's too-warm chest.

Silence, please. Just for one minute. I can't.

Thankfully, Ruoka complied, allowing Seba some much needed time to pull himself back together. When he finally lowered his hands from his werewolf's mouth, he expected him to say something. Anything, really... but when the silence stretched on, he furrowed his brow in confusion.

No more propositions?

"Are you okay?" he asked after a few more minutes of silence.

Ruoka gave a little shrug of his shoulders as he looked down and to the side, making Seba realize that he might be struggling to understand the situation. He was just about to try and comfort him, and play off the little stressful interaction as nothing important, but when Ruoka looked back up to meet his eyes with his own confused, caramel ones, Seba's words died on his tongue.

"Master, I think I should return to my room before Elder Pretennon comes back," he said solemnly as he began to gently move Seba out of his lap.

Instead of letting him, Seba quickly leaned forward and wrapped his arms back around his neck.

"You don't have to go. Even if you do, he'll be able to tell that you were here all night. He probably already knows..." Seba mumbled against Ruoka's warm neck.

Ruoka stilled for several moments before lifting one hand to press against Seba's back. When he carefully leaned back down to settle against the sheets, Seba felt his own body relax a little. They remained that way for about ten minutes before he felt Ruoka's fingers begin to hesitantly inch a bit lower than what was proper.

"Is master sure that I cannot help him with his pleasures?"

This again...

"I'm quite fine, thank you," Seba replied with an internal roll of his eyes.

He felt Ruoka's fingers hesitate to move farther, then retreat back to their original resting place against the small of his back.

"Is it not uncomfortable to be hard down there?"

Oh hell.

Burying his face in Ruoka's shoulder, Seba felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. He'd been so distracted that he hadn't even realized that his body was reacting to Ruoka's. He hadn't fed recently so it had definitely not been expected. He needed a fresh source of warm blood to get things working down there, and even if he did feed, he didn't always feel much pleasure from sexual situations. It all depended on how well his body was functioning that day.

Considering I didn't even notice I was getting stiff while sitting in his lap, I don't think a tongue, and especially not Ruoka's, is going to help.

"No more words from you. That just happened because your body heat is ridiculously high and I'm already wearing clothing as it is," Seba grumbled as he reached down and yanked the blankets up over them.

There was another stretch of silence for about thirty minutes before Ruoka nudged at Seba's hair and whispered, "may I lick master's face, just one more time?"

Seba considered pretending to be asleep again, since he'd been pretty close to drifting off by then, but the gentle tone and smidgen of hope he heard from his werewolf's question made him feel bad for even considering ignoring him. It was true that he didn't like his face being licked, or really, any part of himself, but he also knew that licking was a big part of communicating for wolves, so it was pretty natural for werewolves to sometimes show affection in similar ways.

He'd also reprimanded Ruoka every time he'd tried to do such a thing in the past in his wolf form... but now he was human and honestly asking for permission.

I guess once can't hurt.

Tilting his head up, Seba gave a quiet yawn, then mumbled, "okay, but just once."

He was just letting his eyes slip closed again, since he figured that Ruoka didn't need to be monitored while just giving his cheek or forehead a simple lick, but when he felt something warm, soft, and moist press against his bottom lip the slightest amount before pulling away, he realized that every, single, thing, the guy did from there on out would need to be supervised with the utmost of attention!

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