Missa being extremely Horny, but not wanting to be a bother. Puts on one of Philza’s robes, and humps his pillow instead. Terrified when he sees Philza standing in the doorway watching him. Looking from the green and white robe, to the giant wet spot on his pillow, to Missa’s bright red face.
“Did I ask you to stop?”
Hmmmm yes!!!!! Omg Missa is just so….yeah.
Pissa is so, wet cat and his husband. thank you sm anon
Bow chicka wow wow under the cut
Missa had waited till he knew he wouldn't be bothering anyone. Phil was showering, the kids were sleeping and Missa was so fucking horny.
Phil shouldn't have to deal with him. Phil shouldn't have to see him like this.
Thighs quivering, heavy breathing. He felt so sweaty as he grinded up against the pillow, face buried in the robe he'd taken from Phil to try and chase his scent. Missa whimpered quietly, grinding down on the pillow. His underwear was drenched, the pillow was soaked.
He took another deep breath, thudding down as he chased his orgasm. It took him so long to get here, he was so damn close.
Almost.
Almost-
“EEP!” Missa bared down on the pillow, clutching it tightly between his thighs while looking at the doorway.
There Phil stood, just watching. How long had he been there?
Missa felt embarrassment blossom in his chest, he felt sick. Phil saw him taking a deep sniff of his robe to get off on. He wanted to fucking cry.
“Sorry sorry don't- don't look! I thought you were in the shower I didn't I'm sorry” Phil shouldn't have to see him shuddering and chasing orgasm but it just hurt so much. He needed to finish so badly. Missa reluctantly started pulling off the pillow when he saw Phil walking over with that blank face.
Phil grabbed his arm when finally over next to him “Did I tell you to stop Missa?” He questioned, Missa could feel his claws grazing the skin. He shivered, so sensitive.
“I'm sorry I didn't know you'd see me-” something so beautiful shouldn't have to witness his existence.
“Keep going” Phil demanded, gesturing to the soaking wet pillow.
Missa felt so fuzzy and confused. His cunt was throbbing though, so he took the invitation and straddled the pillow again. Small whimpers leaving his throat as he started grinding on that pillow again.
Phil was watching him, a happy smile planted on his face. He didn't say a word as Missa thrusted down on the pillow, a squelching wet noise filled the room. Missa thought it sounded awful as he chased his orgasm.
Finally, he came for the first time in months. He muttered in Spanish, reaching his hand under himself to rub himself through orgasm.
He panted pathetically “Why are you- gah, why are you watching me?” He squeaked. Almost breathless as he wiped his drenched hand on his thigh, calming down.
Phil put a hand on his lower back “Do it again Missa” he demanded. “Do you want me to not watch?”. He took his hand away.
Missa’s legs felt weak. He felt so tired. But Phil was watching him and wanted him to keep going. “nonono you can stay you can watch” it took him so long the first time. So he got to work, he wanted Phil to touch him like that again. "...can I keep your robe on?" So whiny.
