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Just like that, there I was again, lying awake and staring at the mirror. No loud noises to wake me up, no motion from Louis, just eyes open and ready to go. I blinked a couple of times and studied my reflection. I didn't even look tired, much less feel it. My eyes flitted up to the clock, which showed 3:00. I couldn't help but sigh with quiet frustration. I buried my face in my pillow, as if shutting out the light from the digital reminder would instantly bring me back to my dreams.

This had been a problem during my childhood, so I wasn't entirely unused to it. My doctor at the time had told me that a cat's natural sleep cycle doesn't sync up with the sleep cycle of humans, which had become the standard in the past hundred years. He had told me that as time went on most furs (he had used the politically correct term "alternate species persons" which I hate) adapt as they get older, but in my case it persisted. At first it wasn't so bad, but as I got older and went to college, at the time when I really needed my natural rhythm to sync up with normal business hours, it just stayed the same. Now at the age of 22, it was finally becoming enough of a problem that I was considering taking those pills that my new doctor had talked about.

When sitting in the dark feeling sorry for myself didn't solve the problem, I turned to Louis. When we had gone to bed, he had his arms around me, but he was a very heavy sleeper and he had fallen onto his back as the night had gone on. His peaceful face made me smile. Even in the dark, my natural night-vision allowed me to see every contour, every detail of him: his brown, medium-length hair, slightly ruffled as it always is when he sleeps; the way his nose curved just a little bit to the left which he hated but I always thought was rather cute; his soft lips parted slightly as he snored, just like he always does before he offers me a kiss.

I gently ran my hand over his toned chest as it rose and fell. Louis has always been a sweetheart, sleeping without the covers because he knew they were too hot for my fur. Humans are everywhere on a college campus, and it's not always easy to find someone who takes the time to understand the unique challenges that furs face. I thought about the day we met, when I was shy and a little frightened at the new environment. He was a sophomore then, and we met outside of the auditorium after orientation. He said that he didn't remember it, but he had let me borrow his cell phone so I could call my mom.

As my paw ran over his abs, I saw a little smile appear on his face. My tail twitched instinctively. He has such a beautiful smile. My ears perked up as I wondered what kind of dream he was having, and my eyes fell down to his crotch. The black boxer-briefs he wore weren't enough to hide his obvious bulge. I chuckled, starting to feel cold air as my own exposed dick hardened. He's such a tease, I thought as I carefully lifted his waistband, wearing these while I'm sleeping naked.

A little moonlight entered through the blinds as I peeked at his length, and gently danced against the ridges of his foreskin. This is something I've always loved about Louis that he's always been shy about. Mine only half-covers me when I'm hard, but his still has overhang. How I love playing with it. Without any thought on my part, my free hand started to stroke me, and my mind filled with thoughts about all of the things we've done together. Unable to resist, I carefully pulled his underwear down and hooked it under his balls, and I gazed at his full hard length as I played with myself.

He's so beautiful, I thought, my heartbeat beginning to quicken. Everything about him is simply perfect: His athletic build, his perfect shave, his size...

I ask you, what would you have done?

I reached my hand over and gently ran my fingers along his shaft, watching his dick shift a little under the weight of my hand as he hummed slightly. I looked up at his face to make sure he was still asleep before wrapping my fingers around his tip and gently stroking him up and down, each pump revealing half of his glans as it gently glistened in the moonlight like a new coin. His hips shifted and a moan escaped his lips as I pleasured him, the fan blowing cool air on his length. I couldn't help but chuckle as the smile on his face widened. He must be having a very good dream now, I thought. I wonder if I can make it better.

Slowly, carefully, I stepped off of the bed and settled myself between his legs. One of the many advantages of a gay cat, Louis had often joked, was their natural grace of movement. I was able to lie before him and tuck each of his thighs under my armpits, propping myself up on them, and return to stroking him with only minimal creaks on the bed. After once again glancing up to make sure he was still dreaming, I leaned down and gently licked one of his balls.

Louis loves my tongue. I wasn't the first man he's ever been licked by, but I was the first who could give him that rough texture with every lap and it drives him absolutely mad. His testicle rose and bounced back down as I attended it, the pace of my strokes quickening as my excitement continued. I took his ball in my mouth and sucked on it ever so gently. The other cats on campus were far too fluffy down there to give oral attention to their sack, and I loved how Louis's tasted much better. I could feel the muscles in his legs shift against my arms and chest as his toes splayed out behind me. He's so cute when he does that.

A line of pre trailed down from his tip and ran down his shaft between my eyes. I couldn't help but chuckle again as it landed on my nose. My senses were already consumed by his musk, and the slippery substance wasn't helping at all. Gently shifting my weight forward, I ran that finely barbed tongue up his shaft, lapping up the little trail. He moaned again, his head falling to one side as his legs shifted again. I myself could feel a purr brewing in my chest. Oh, his taste! Oh, his smell! Louis's shaft is much nicer than a cat's: no barbs that make sex painful, only a beautiful and welcoming length.

I kept licking him like that for a while, my hand having come off of his shaft and now stroking me. Louis wasn't a sportsman, but he did work out, and especially during the humid summer months he tasted of sweat and man. I gently teased the overhang of his skin with my tongue for a bit. I would have loved to run my tongue under his skin and work his sensitive glans, but that would have woken him up for sure. No, I thought, my tail swishing gently behind me, I'll save that for after class.

Gently, ever so gently, I kissed his tip before I began to suck on his skin. He moaned again, and his hips instinctively rose, pushing his glans into my mouth. I purred slightly, the vibration against his legs only serving to encourage him. He was very hard now, a gentle and consistent stream of pre escaping him. He was eager, but as I flicked my eyes back up again he was still very much asleep. Closing my eyes, I parted my lips and took his whole tip, filling my mouth quickly with his girth. My purring intensified slightly as my tongue pressed against his member, vibrating it gently. Finally unable to hold back, I began to suck, a quiet moan escaping me each time I opened my mouth to accept more of him in.

As I bobbed up and down on his length, he started to shift around a lot more, one of his hands falling on his breast and his legs shifting as his toes splayed open and closed again. My own dick was now leaking pre onto the bedsheets, but finally I managed to remove my hand from it and return it to his, stroking up and down gently. I love to feel his foreskin roll back against my ridged tongue as I'm sucking him. He moaned again, louder this time, and I chuckled quietly to myself. This is his favorite trick, or so he says; a sensation that no human can match.

I shifted my weight slightly and finally managed to get the angle right so I could deep-throat him. No need for hands anymore. It took me months to practice this move, and it worked like a charm. I felt his balls against my chin for just a moment, my purrs running through his member like the rumbles in a railroad track before I pulled up again. I paused for a breath for just a second before moving back down, feeling his thick tip push against the back of my throat for a moment before I shifted again and accepted him in. When he had told me this was a talent some guys could acquire I never believed him, but I knew when he first showed me his dick that I had to learn it. Oh, how he tasted in my mouth.

He moaned loudly and his hips pushed up against me, eliciting a muffled "mew" from me. He did that sometimes, but normally he gives me warning and it caught me off-guard. Then as his dick pulsed against my lips I realized what was happening: he was cumming in my throat. My purring intensified and I just held him there, my tongue running gently against his cock as his aftertaste filled me. My tail was now swishing back and forth furiously. I couldn't help myself; it tasted simply amazing.

As he finished in my mouth and began to go soft, I held him there for a while. Normally Louis loves to cum on my face, but I had gone to so much trouble not to wake him I thought it would be more fun if I didn't leave any to dribble: It would spoil the fun. Gently, ever so gently, I sucked the last drops from his softie before pulling off and nuzzling him gently. Slowly and carefully I returned to my spot beside him in bed, my own member pulsing and begging for attention. As I lay down, I stroked myself and once again gazed at his beautiful face. His smile had gone very wide. He really is so beautiful.

Finally I finished myself and wiped my dick off on my belly fur; cleanup can wait until morning, I thought. As I slowly drifted off to sleep I felt a hand gently brush my ear, and a voice sleepily coo "good kitty."

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Just like that, there I was again, sitting at the counter in our little kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. My fur was messed up, my ears were drooping, and my tail was just lazily hanging between my legs. I hate Mondays. I yawned and stretched, the YouTube video playing on my phone doing very little to cheer me up, and for the fifteenth time this semester promised to buy one of those coffee makers with a timer so I wouldn't have to wait like this.

Louis emerged from the bedroom with a stretch and a yawn. 9:15, regular as clockwork. I envied his internal clock; he was already ready to go, jeans and a tee shirt and a fresh comb. He tousled my head as he passed by me to get to the refrigerator and cook up some eggs. "Good morning, kitty," he said. "G'morning," I said politely as I poured the life-saving beverage into my mug.

He wrapped his arms around me gently, as he always did while he waited for his frying pan to heat up, and ran his fingers through my fur, giving me a little kiss on the neck. Furs aren't required to wear shirts on campus because of their natural warmth, something that Louis took advantage of any time he was near me. I could feel his breath on my ear as he gently whispered, "Did you have a good night?"

That memory perked me up better than the coffee did, and I could feel my tail twitch slightly as I said "yes, I did."

"I had a dream about you, you know."

"Oh, did you?" I could feel the smile widen on my face.

"Did you suck me off while I was sleeping, kitty?"

This startled me so much I almost knocked over my mug. "Wh-what gave you that idea?"

"A few things. There was no mess, but I was sure that I could feel myself cumming. I woke up at around four and my dick was wet, and you had cum all over yourself." As he said this, his hand went down the back of my shorts and firmly grasped my right bum cheek. I gulped and mewed slightly. He was so dominant.

"Samuel Edward Bastion, you've been a very naughty kitty." I couldn't help but nod in agreement. The way he spoke has such an effect on me. "What shall we do about that?"

I mewed slightly. He was speaking into my neck now, teasing me with a kiss that never came. My back arched against him as his hand moved over my breast, grasping it. When he touches me like that I can't speak.

"We'll just have to think of something after class today, shall we?" I felt, rather than saw, his smile. That bastard. Now I was going to be hard with anticipation all day. He gave my nipple a quick squeeze before releasing me to cook his morning eggs. "Sausage today?" he asked, as casual as could be. I love that man, but damn if he isn't torture to live with at times.

Eight hours later, I found out what his surprise would be: It was that day that he proposed to me, after four years of living together and two of actually dating. I thought I would faint.