okay enough puppy posting it's kitten's turn
being the new cat in the house and trying to figure out where the bounds between independent and unloveable are
following your new owner as they move through the house, but always from a plausible distance so you can skitter away if they look at you too hard, hiding behind walls and sitting on taller furniture on the other side of the room
and your owner starts to leave out little treats when he catches on to what you're doing — a tuna salad, your favorite juice, a book he thinks you'll like or a soft blanket laid out to convince you to curl up somewhere closer than the next room. he starts humming as he moves through the house, making him easier to track and covering up any clumsy noises kitten makes in this stalking game
until eventually you decide yeah alright he's not gonna tug on my ears or pull my whiskers
and when he makes a clicking noise to invite you into the room while he watches tv, you actually come, hugging the wall and circling but getting closer with every slow pass
until you bump your head against his shin and he pats the cushion next to him
you probably pick the back of the couch to drape yourself along, can't be too obedient, you aren't a dog, but you also let your fingers run through his hair, grooming him to let him know he's acceptable and the show is decent and you doze off a bit.
and this tvtime cuddle happens often enough that you move from the back of the couch to the offered cushion to as in-his-lap as you can get, and only then does he really start talking to you, just a soft litany of "yeah, that's my good kitty. so soft and sweet. i wonder if my pretty catboy is soft and sweet everywhere" and his tone is just suggestive enough as his fingers trail over your ribs that you open one eye and see excitement and curiosity on his face, and, well, kittenpaws never scratch those itches as good as human hands, so you roll over on your back and spread your legs even as you hide your face in his tummy
"oh is my kitten shy? it's okay, i knew that" he croons as his hands gently rub down your tummy to slip between your thighs. you arent wet yet but you're already getting a little warm, and he strokes the outside of your cunt so nice, just lightly pressing the tip of one finger against your hole before pulling back to stroke the outside and play with your dick, and it isn't long until your cunt starts kissing his finger and begging to be filled as you squirm and whine in his lap
and idk you finish the post tntnsnxnsnsnsb i gotta go... do things...
