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Via: WuMo.
The Sleepover (Part One)
(I’m taking a small break from writing... by writing dhhdhdh. I just wanted to write some Jumaz and Wulff fluff honestly shhsdh. If I ever continue this, a little catgirl might be included...)
(Note that I didn’t wanna be stuck saying MC, so I replaced their name with Blue, my usual default playthrough name)
Jumaz bursts into the room, stuck in his cheetah form and his eyes fluttering grogginess from napping three times... before a sleepover party. His mouth is a slobbered mess, dried fur crisping up around his lips while a pretty nasty stream of drool flows down his mouth. “Blueeeeee! I’ve got a whole lotta loving and I need someone to take iiiiit!” He moans, stumbling carelessly through the room.
“You are definitely a mess Jumaz,” the raven was busy cooking up a feast for later, yet still noticed Jumaz’s disheveled demeanour. “Please take a shower before Blue sees you at your lowest, also please take care of your *ahem* lowest part as well.”
The cheetah yawns, patting himself in the stomach, “Well I would take care of it if Blue was here... where are they again?”
Wulff sighs, bringing over the platters of food over to the food heater he brought back from the restaurant, pushing the cart over to the main room, “Before you took your endless amount of naps, they told me Dragon Scientist needed to run some tests, they’ll be back before 10, it’s 8. Get a shower, you’re not going to woo anyone if you look like trash... implying you weren’t in the first place.”
Jumaz snickers at Wulff, blowing him a kiss before going back to the bathroom. The chef waits until the cheetah is gone, flopping onto the couch. He takes a moment to look around, seemingly ‘grabbing’ the kiss as soon as the coast is clear and smacking it into his beak.
Ten Minutes Later
A loud moan echoes through the hallway, a slight purring coming soon after, “Ah! I love a good hot shower.”
Jumaz -still in his cheetah form- waltzes back into the lounge room, wearing only some loosely fitted underwear and an oversized t-shirt from Wulff’s closet. His eyes sets on the bird laying on the couch, instinctively jumping onto Wulff and laying his butt on his sturdy chest, grinning sheepishly as he turns back to face the raven.
Heaving a loud caw, Wulff tried to readjust himself, trying to bear the Jumaz-weigh on his chest. “At least you showered,” he manages to breathe, flipping his roommate over to face him.
Jumaz leans forward into Wulff’s chest, resting his soft furry head onto the now shirtless-raven’s pecs, “Hmm, sweatpants and no shirt, looks like someone is dressing to impress~” His hands circle around his friend’s feathers, his fingers laying over Wulff’s nipple.
Quickly removing the feline’s hand off his chest, he places the much leaner man’s hand back onto his shoulder, bringing them much closer together, their faces edging forward, “No touchies. Anyways, these are very scandalous clothes your wearing... including my shirt.”
“Is it wrong to want to feel sexy sometimes?” Jumaz laughs, flicking the chef’s beak before lying back on his chest. He groans loudly, pulling himself closer to Wulff’s face, “Arghhhhh! I can’t wait 2 hours for Blue!”
“Well you’ve got me, which is either worse or better, and some food if you’re hungry, go ahead if you want some.”
The signature grin appears back on Jumaz’s snarky face, his face rising back up from the feathery chest that was Wulff, “What if I’m not hungry for something else? Maybe Im not hungry for food?”
Wulff keeps his poker face up, tilting his head in confusion, “What do you what then?”
“Maybe I’m in the mood for some... bird~”
Wulff gestures his head towards the food heater cart, “Well I made sweet and sour chicken.”
“I love it when you play hard to get~”
“That’s my style,” Wulff rolls his hand under Jumaz’s chin, slowly bringing him closer to his beak, “it gets people wild.”
Jumaz smiles even wider, his mouth purring with anticipation, “It’s working it’s wonders Wulffy~ We’ve got two hours, I have a perfect way to waste it.”
The raven wraps his free arm around the cheetah’s waist bringing his body closer to him, “Oh? And what do you have planned?”
Both men lean close into each other, both their mouths edging closer... and closer... and closer...
“FOR GODS SAKES GET A ROOM!” A pillow hits both of them in the face, Jumaz swiftly snaps his neck towards the perpetrator: a flustered quarter-Siamese cat on the opposite chair, also known as HyperLink.
“When did HL get here!?” Jumaz shouts at his partner’s face, shaking the shirtless avian.
“Oh yeah, she came here a few minutes ago, I forgot about that honestly.”
The feline sighs, getting off his friend’s chest and petting HyperLink, the young girl swiping away at Jumaz with her small claws. “Hey gal.”
The catgirl screeches at the flirty mess of a cat, though her tail says otherwise. “I-I’m gonna get some food!” She stammers off, furiously grabbing a plate and filling it with a glory of food.
Jumaz leans back onto the floor, smiling back at Wulff, whom simply shrugs at him. He gets back up from the floor approaching the avian and leaning above him.
Wulff sits back up, rubbing his head, “I’ll get the gaming console set up for HyperLink, can you-“ the soft lips of the cheetah lock onto his beak, a sweet cotton candy flavour bouncing around his mouth.
Jumaz latches off his partner, smiling even wider this time, “Like my new chapstick?”
Wulff reorganises himself, taking a solid minute to have his brain functioning, “Y-yeah. U-uh, just get the mattresses ready please.”
The feline nods, giddily setting off for his mission, leaving the dazed Wulff alone.
“Jeez... Blue better get here before Jumaz tires us out,” he mumbles.
END
Gold Coast / Guldkysten (2015)
“We must not give up the fight. I am on fire. Can you feel it? Today we are not fighting for Denmark. We fight for your future. The ones who will follow you. All those we will never meet.”
Norwegian ship, the Wulff; Esquimalt Harbour Frank Cyril Swannell, 15 January 1915 British Columbia Archives Reference code I-33649
Lüg meine Mama an und sag ich habe Freunde gefunden, damit sie sich keine Sorgen macht, wenn ich nicht mehr lach
Jannix & Wulff - Du bist am Leben
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