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Henrik stepped out of the long office building, with coat in hand, and a hat in the other. The night air was cold and ruthless, and the wind whipped through the short fur on his neck. He bristled, shuddering from the chill as he slipped on his coat over a white shirt. Tugging it closer towards his frame, he slipped on a scarf and pulled the hat, a slim-fitting beanie, over his head. He adjusted slightly until his ears popped through 2 hand-made holes in the hat.

"Fuckin' cold." He muttered to himself, fumbling in his pocket until he retrieved a pair of finger-less gloves, pulling them onto his fingers. Why the hell did he had to work so late? It was his fault, of course, and he knew it. He had chosen to work overtime: it was coming up to Christmas. His money was tight and he desperately needed the money to pay for a train ticket to visit his family. His father was gravely ill this season, and he needed his son by his side for the holiday season.

He slowly trudged towards his car, his bushy tail twirling and wagging behind him as he went. He was a wolf, surely he should be used to the cold by now. But, he'd lived in Sweden for a long time now, and he'd gotten used to a warm house. Much to the point where his standard domesticated life had taken over his more primal, animalistic instincts. He fumbled with his keys as he took them out of his pocket, standing by a run-down little car. He dropped his keys into the snowed path below, and he swore to himself.

"Damn cold, my fuckin' fingers..." At least he'd get a good paycheck at the end of this. He hoped so, anyway; the company he works for was notorious for being a little shady, but he'd heard no problems about them not paying up. He managed to scoop up his keys and pushed them into the lock, glancing either way down the road before he got into the car, slamming the door behind him.

Even the car itself was freezing cold, and he quickly started up the engine and turned on the heating. It'd take a while to warm up, but at least it would come, soon. He rolled his head back and sat there for a moment, glad to be sitting down. He was exhausted.

Henrik was lonely. He had moved from his parents house in Malmö up to a one bedroom flat in Gothenburg, a city which almost double the population of his own home city. It was an odd experience for him, and he'd leapt out from a safe haven into the 'fire', so to speak. He had little money, and little clothes with him when he went. He regretted it now: he had moved on a whim, when his parents had given him everything. He didn't even know why he did it. He wanted to go back home, but he knew his parent's stance on it: he had to make a life for himself now. But he couldn't connect with his co-workers, and he lived alone. It was a miserable life.

The heating was finally kicking in and he let out a long groan of pleasure as he felt the warmth from the hot air blowing in his face. He could feel it setting in his bones, and the numbness that had lingered on his fingers were now fading. He readjusted himself and put his hands on the wheel. Slowly, he pulled out onto the road, falling in line with the other late-night traffic. His apartment was far from the centre, and the speed limit through the main streets was reduced to stop hit and runs. He'd be here a while.

Soon enough, he found himself stuck in traffic, and he slammed a hand on the steering wheel, a snarl escaping his throat. He sighed, smoothing down his beanie as he slid a hand over his brown-furred muzzle, groaning to himself. He glanced to the left. There was a side-road that lead to the more run-down part of the city. He could use it to get home quicker, certainly, but it was always a little risky. There were thieves, muggers, even people with guns. He was willing to take the risk that night, for some reason.

He indicated, and pulled out to the left, heading down the run-down road. He could visibly see the aesthetics of the street changing from something middle-class to dark and miserable. Windows had cardboard plastered on the front, doors had wooden planks over them to stop squatters breaking in. It got worse and worse as he went, until he was spotting junkies hiding in alleyways, and filthy hookers giving head to drunken hobos by the dumpsters. He passed a small diner that still managed to retain some of it's original charm, but the clerks inside looked just as miserable as the streets around them.

He glanced up and noticed the red light before them. He hit the brakes and glided to a halt before the light, sitting there as a collection of youths crossed the road, jeering at him through his frosty windscreen. His expression soured at their thuggish faces. He spotted all manner of species, a tabby feline; a long-furred domestic canine; even a creamy-colour ferret. The world was covered with beastkin, and had been for a long time, but the diversity of species often surprised him, even now.

The light turned green, and after a moment, he took a turn to the left. He knew the streets of Gothenburg well enough, but he never really went down this area of the city. He knew vaguely which direction he was going, however. He flicked his eyes down to the petrol meter and soured. He was going to need to get petrol soon.

As he drove, something glinting in the headlights on the street to his left. He paused for a moment as his eyes ran over the source. It was a kid, clearly not that old. If he had to guess, they were probably about 12, at a glance. SLowly, he pulled to his left just before the kid's stop, and the child turned towards him.

The cub was in bad shape, even Henrik could see that. He looked to be a feline, though the colours were a little off. They were a blueish gray, an odd mixture of two colours that made him look particularly dull. Slowly, the cub made his way towards the car, and Henrik got a better look at the clothes he was wearing underneath the streetlights above, coupled with the headlights of his car.

"Lookin' for a good time?" The feline drawled with a heavy, exhausted expression. He was practically shaking from the cold, wearing little bit a vest that covered his front and a thin waterproof coat. He wore sweatpants on his legs, but he was barefoot, which presumably left his feet chilly. Henrik grimaced at the poor cub's situation, and he felt a pang in his heart.

Henrik typically wasn't the kind of person to help people, but something about the kid's appearance tugged at his heartstrings and made him pity him. Apparently, the feline could see it in his eyes, and he straightened up, backing up from the car.

"Find another to fill your good deed for Christmas." The feline spat with a ferocious attitude, and Henrik's expression soured. He didn't like being spoken to like that, but in the back of his mind, he understood why the cub felt like that. He was trying his best to be independent, and the wolf could tell, but he still looked like he needed help. He snarled to himself and craned his head out the window.

"Just get in. I'll buy you dinner." He called over to him, and the feline stopped in his tracks, glancing back at the wolf for a moment. There was a moment of silence between them before the feline snorted to himself. He sauntered across the front of the car and around to the front passenger seat, hopping into the car. He appeared to be thankful for the warmth, despite the state of the run-down car, and the tired look of his 'savior'.

"Thanks." The feline mumbled, and the wolf just shook his head, making it seem as if it were no trouble. He pulled back out onto the road and took a sharp U-turn across the road, whilst it was still empty. They drove in silence down the opposite way of the street, back towards the main centre.

"KFF good for you?" He was, of course, referring to the fast-food chain that insisted it only served to Beastkin, or at least, originally did. Now it catered to everyone, but still retained the name of 'Kentucky's Furry Food'. It was a stupid name, but the sentiment was there.

"Yeah." The feline replied curly, his eyes centered on his lap. It appeared there was a lot on the cub's mind, and Henrik didn't want to pry too much. He knew what it was like to want to keep to things hidden, even if he didn't have much to hide.

"So what do you want for this?" The feline asked, sliding a little towards the Wolf in his seat. "Blowjob? Handjob? Or are you just wanting to fuck?"

"What?" Henrik spluttered, briefly shooting the feline a shocked look. "What the hell, kid? I'm not a Pedo. You just looked cold. It's fucking cold tonight."

"Right. No-one picks me up and plays the sympathy card unless they wanna fuck me bareback." The feline retorted, and Henrik felt appalled by the child's vulgar language. But, he should have been used to it by now, especially in this century.

"Trust me, kid, my intentions are pure. I don't wanna fuck a child. That's just..." He threw his hand in the air and voiced a noise akin to disgust, taking a sharp right as they found themselves pulling back out onto the main road. He could see the fast food outlet from here, and he planned to make his way through the drive-through, so that they didn't have to leave the warmth of the car.

"Oh, I get it," The feline began, looking down at his hands. "You're one of those. You don't want to admit you're a pedophile, but you'll end up doing it anyway. Why waste time?"

"Are you fucking serious?" Henrik spluttered again. "Christ, just get your head out of the gutter. All I wanna do is get your some food, and some warmth for the night. You clearly don't have a home to go back to."

Henrik had clearly hit a chord, as the feline quickly grew silent, mulling over his thoughts. Henrik swore to himself, knowing he might have been a little too harsh. But, he didn't like being accused of such heinous things.

"Sorry, I...it's rude to assume. I'm sure you have a Mum and Dad who love you." Henrik muttered quietly as they pulled into the drive-through, and braked at the intercom. "What do you want to eat?"

The feline was silent for a moment, and the two sat there. Henrik stared down at the kid, who was watching his own hands fidgeting on his lap. He was acting as if he'd just gotten the scolding of his life, and Henrik felt another pang of guilt.

"Boneless Chicken Box." The feline eventually replied. "With mayonnaise."

"I shoulda guessed," A smile tugged at the wolf's lips. "Cats like chicken."

He reached over out of the driver's side, and pushed down on the intercom. There was a distant buzzing, and eventually, someone spoke to them. The wolf ordered their food, adding in a burger for himself along with a couple of drinks for the pair of them. With that, he pulled back out and made his way around the corner of the fast-food restaurant, towards the payment and pick-up window.

"...You're right, though." The feline mumbled. "I'm homeless."

"...I'm sorry." Henrik said after a moment. "Must be rough. I'm surprised the system hasn't picked you up yet."

"Like the system cares." He retorted, just before the window to the KFF pulled open, revealing a smartly-dressed Otter with a matching cap standing there, a headset over his ear. He asked for the money as he gave the two of them a quizzical and confused look.

"He's my cousin." The wolf sourly pointed out, and the Otter's features smoothed over, clearly guilty as the silent assumption. He nodded to the wolf and took the money with thanks, handing the change back. They pulled themselves forwards in the car and braked at the second window, where they'd receive their food.

"How long has it been since you'd ate?" Henrik asked casually, and the feline shrugged. He felt another tug at his heartstrings and sighed a little bit. He wished he could help more than a bed for the night and a meal. The window next to them slid open, and the wolf reached over to grab the bag. He heaved it over and set it on the feline's lap.

As they pulled out, the feline squirmed a little, a smile tugging to his lips as the sudden warmth from the hot food spearing through his upper legs and stomach. He glanced over to the Wolf, who simply nodded, gesturing to the bag. The feline opened it up and dug inside, retrieving a portions of chips. He began to eat them with gusto, chewing them down happily.

"Don't eat too fast, you'll get a sore stomach." Henrik teased, eliciting a small hiss from the feline in response. The wolf chuckled, pulling the beanie off of his head and running a hand through the brown fur underneath. It had warmed up in the car considerably since he'd started it, allowing for a much more casual atmosphere.

"So...I can offer you my couch for the night. It's not much, but I've got central heating, so you'll be warm at least. I pay the utilities to the landlord, so it wont run out, either." Henrik assured the feline, who appeared to acknowledged what he said, but didn't bother to respond. He was too busy eating.

The drive was short, but it felt even shorter to the feline. He was barely half-way into his food when the wolf pulled out into a small, privately-owned carpark, specifically for those who lived in the apartment block. He killed the engine, and the cold from outside slowly began to seep into the car itself.

"C'mon," The wolf insisted. "Let's get inside before it gets cold."

The feline hesitated for a moment and shifted, setting the food by his feet. He looked up at Henrik, who stared down at him with a confused expression. Slowly, the cub slinked closer, slipping his hand onto the wolf's leg. He squeezed a bit.

"You sure you don't wanna fuck? I mean, you bought me food, that's payment enough." The feline, admittedly, would have loved to have sex with someone so nice. He could have normally wanted payment for it, but he would have just spent it on food anyway. Henrik gulped slowly as the hand slid closer and closer to his crotch until, eventually, the small hand groped across his crotch. He could feel the little digits squeezing into his package.

"But I'm not a..." Henrik began, and a small exhale escaped his mouth as the cub's digits pressed a little deeper against his package. He couldn't stop his cock from swelling up under the touch. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone. Months, years even. But would he really stoop this low? To take advantage of some homeless kid.

"Look, kid..." He began, looking nervous.

"Cai. That's my name." The Feline interrupted as his hands began unbuttoning the wolf's trousers before he had room to complain. The feline clearly knew what he was doing, as the button popped open under his fingers, and the zipper went down in a matter of moments. Already, Cai's hand was slipping down beneath his underwear, getting to the bare flesh.

"Cai, I'm not a pedo...!" Henrik began, before a small groan escaped his mouth again. That small hand was gripping around his humanoid member, the firm digits wrapping around his girth and gripping hard. He was pulled and shifted until, eventually, the cock flopped out into the open. Cai stared down at the member, 7 inches of glory mere inches from his own body. He peeled back the foreskin and revealed the glans, watching an eager bead of pre-cum trickle down the cock and onto his fingers.

"Fuck..." Henrik mumbled to himself, and Cai's hand slowly worked on his cock as the cub shuffled closer, snuggling up to him a little as his hand squeezed and gripped in all the right places, dragging the foreskin back and forth over the head as his fingers slid and glided over the edge of the glans.

Already, Henrik could feel something building within him. Cai didn't dare utter a word in the event he might change his 'clients' mind. Instead, he let his hand do the talking, as his little digits quickly worked up and down the thick member, slowly picking up speed. His sharp eyes gauged the wolf's groans and huffs of pleasure and desire, speeding up and slowing down accordingly.

"Wait, I'm...Oh shit." Henrik was orgasming already, and he wished he wasn't. He instincts took over as he bucked his hips up against Cai's hand. A thick groan escaped his throat as he shuddered, pumping his hips up one last time. His cock twitched and pulsed, pre-cum oozing down his member and coating the feline's fingers in the liquid. Then, he came, thick globules of cum spurted from his cock in a wide arc. Sticky seed splattered across his steering wheel in thick globs, with alternate convulsions pouring cum down his cock and onto Cai's fingers. He rolled his head back and sighed in utter relief, and Cai's eyes remained fixated on the pumping, pulsing cock. The cub watched the way the glans swelled and twitched with each consul as strings of cum bubbled from the urethra, alternating between shooting out in strings, or dribbling down with much less force behind them.

As quick as the orgasm had arrived, it had faded again, and Henrik felt an unfamiliar guilt creeping into his soul. He'd let a child jack him off. Something about that didn't sit quite right, and his jaw set as he mulled over the words in his mind. Each time he said it, he didn't feel any easier about it.

Cai seemed to tell that Henrik wasn't pleased, and slowly, his sticky hand moved from the cock. He brought it to his lips and silently licked his fingers clean of cum, attempting to hide the degenerate act from the wolf next to him, just so he wouldn't feel any worse.

Henrik looked down at the mess he'd created, the strings of cum that lay like thick, heavy dollops over the steering wheel; the stain of seed that coated his inner legs, ruining his trousers; and the healthy clumps of gooey semen on the floor between the accelerator and brake pedal. He heaved a deep breath and his eyes darted towards Cai, watching him out of the corner of his eye.

"Um..." He began, unsure how to proceed as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "Let's head inside. It's warmer."

With that, he stepped out of the car and shut the door behind him, enjoying the brisk cool air for once. It helped him clear his head, and think more clearly. The clarity was all he needed in this situation. Now that his desires were sated, he wouldn't succumb to degenerate, heinous acts with the cub again. At least, he hoped so.

He rounded the car just as Cai was slipping out, with the bag of food in hand. Henrik hadn't even touched his yet, but he'd have it inside. He reached into the car and retrieved their drinks, realising Cai's one was empty. He left the empty cup in the air and simply took his own with him, sucking the soda through the straw as they quickly made their way up to the back door of the apartment building. Henrik slipped a grass key into the lock and let them inside.

The hallway was as cold as outside, but it was only logical to not pay for heating for somewhere that was hardly ever used most of the time. Henrik ushered them onwards, hoping he wouldn't be seen as they went up the stairs. They climbed a good number of steps until they were halfway up, stopping outside the door labelled '405C'.

"This is us," The wolf muttered, putting a different key into the lock this time, and turning it. He swung open the door and ushered the kid inside, shutting it behind him.

The apartment was about as plain as could be. Henrik didn't have the money, or time, for material possessions. Or atleast, an abundance of them. The main room was fashioned into a bedroom at the same time, with a bed sitting in the corner and a couch that faced a small little television sitting on an end table in the corner. In another corner of the room with a small, tiled section with a counter and the basics for cooking: a microwave, fridge, and kettle. There was a door directly in front of them that lead to the bathroom, and it was firmly closed.

"Make yourself at home." Henrik said to him as he moved towards a thermostat on the wall, cranking it up to a toasty 20 degrees. The radiators kicked into action as the Wolf moved across the room, scooping up a few dirty clothes and stuffing them underneath his small bed in the corner, making the place look a little tidier. Other than that, there was barely anything else in it, apart from a few ornaments that sat on a small table next to the TV, but even they looked cheap and irrelevant.

Cai moved his way across the room and sat down on the couch, setting the bag beside him as he started to unpack everything. His Boneless Chicken Box was half-eaten, with half of the chicken remaining inside. He pulled out another small carton with Henrik's food inside, setting it on the couch as well. With that, the bag was empty, and he left it there.

"You don't have to clean up." Cai said as he glanced over at the wolf, who was now wiping down his kitchen counter of bread crumbs and other bits of food and rubbish.

"No, no. I should keep this place in better shape anyway." Henrik replied, but he did eventually stop, satisfied at the state of the place. He made his way around the couch and sat down on it, grabbing his burger from the carton and digging into it. Amongst the events of tonight, he hadn't even realised how hungry he was until he bit down into the food. He realised he was practically ravenous.

"...Thanks." Cai mumbled, looking down. "For, um, giving me a place to stay."

"Well, you got your payment, didn't you?" Henrik snapped, and sighed. "Look, uh, Cai. I'm not...into you like that, okay? We can...get you in the system tomorrow, or something, or...fuck, I don't know. I just wanted to help."

Cai's expression soured a little. He knew it was all a bit too good to be true, but he had serious doubts that the government would do much about his homeless situation. He might be shouldered to foster parents who abuse him, or worse. Sweden wasn't inherently a bad place, of course, but there were corrupted people everywhere. Henrik could tell that Cai wasn't looking too hopeful.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. When I'm done, you're free to have one yourself." Henrik offered as he polished off his burger, getting to his feet. He grabbed the remote from the table near the TV, tossing it onto the couch so that the Feline could watch something. He moved over towards his bed, retrieving some pyjamas from underneath them as he made his way into the bathroom. He left the door slightly ajar, and Cai began hearing the sound of running water.

Of course, the Feline was curious. This had become more than a simple client/hooker relationship: he could see that Henrik was kind, but he didn't want to go overboard. He enjoyed nice men, and in return, they enjoyed something a little more than his 'standard' service. At least, that's how he saw it. He slowly moved from the couch, slinking his way over towards the door. He gently pushed the door ajar, looking inside.

The bathroom was tiny, but it had just enough space for the essentials: a sink, toilet, and a closed-off shower unit, complete with a door to close it shut. Though, clearly the wolf had no need for it, and it remained ajar. The wolf was getting himself clean in the nude, with his clothes in a pile on the floor. Cai couldn't help but stare.

Henrik was no athlete, that much was obvious. His form had no obvious muscle definition, and a small gut forming in his belly. His hips were a little stocky and a lot of his extra body fat appeared to go his legs, as he was looking a tad flabby down there. But, his chest and arms remained remarkably slender as he ran his hands through his auburn and brown fur. It ended in a cream colouring on the end of his nose, and along his belly as well. He opened his eyes for a moment and jumped, startled when he saw the feline standing there, staring at him. Immediately, a hand down to his privates, covering his flaccid, humanoid cock.

"Cai, what the fuck do you think you're..." He began, staring at the feline. Slowly, his jaw began to stop. The cub was slowly getting undressed, right in front of him. The cub's small hands went to his coat first, slowly unzipping it and revealing a lithe, boyish chest underneath.

He teased a little at first, making Henrik blink in shock as his small, feline fingers circled around his own nipples, gently flicking the nubs in turn before he finally pulled the saggy vest over his form, leaving him topless. There wasn't much left after that: his hands drifted to the waistline of his pants and he slowly began lowering them.

Henrik's eyes followed the revealed flesh underneath, and his mouth clamped shut at the new sight before him, a lump forming in his throat. Cai wasn't wearing any typical boy briefs; instead, he was wearing something akin to a girl's panties, silken and lilac-coloured, that tenderly cupped his small package inside him, slenderly fitting over his lithe form and flat hips.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Cai asked him slowly, and Henrik began to shake his head. Yet, he found his body telling a different story. His heart raced and pounded in his chest, and his cock swelled beneath his hands, aching for the boy's body. He backed himself up against the tiled wall as Cai slowly began walking closer, the cub kicking off his sweatpants as he went.

"I'm not...I'm not a--" He began, but was cut off as a cool hand touched his stomach. He let out a hiss and his body quivered under the touch of such a young boy. Slowly, his hand lowered, and he took Henrik's hand in his own.

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm not judging you...I'm just helping you. Like you helped me." Cai was gracefully soothing about the entire ordeal, despite Henrik's nerves and defiance to the whole thing. The wolf was practically frozen in place as his hand was moved away from his crotch, allowing his half-hard cock to steadily grow in size. His hand was pulled lower until it was touching the hem of those frilly, lilac panties that fit oh-so-snugly around the cat's waist.

"You want to take them off, don't you?" Cai asked quietly, and Henrik slowly gulped, his eyes trailing over the firm package in the front of the feline's panties. It was small and slender, and he felt a desire. He wanted to touch and fondle it, to grope and squeeze and do all sorts of horrible, horrible things. His mind battled with his lust, but his fingers remained steady, toying with the silk tied around the boy's waist.

His lust eventually won over his own morals as his fingers slowly gripped the fabric, gently sliding it down over the feline's rump. It moved lower and lower until, finally, the cub's half-hard cock suddenly bounced into view, also humanoid in appearance, complete with it's own foreskin. Henrik felt his mouth go dry, unable to find the words to express how disgusted and turned on he was at the same time. His cock gave the feline all the answers he needed.

"What do you want to do to me?" Cai asked quietly, barely audible over the rush of water above them that left them both soaked, the water dripping down their fur. Henrik's hands shook as he now admired the naked boy, with those panties by the kid's ankles.

"So many things." He muttered darkly, and it brought a smile to Cai's lips.

"We have all the time in the world." He pointed out, and Henrik gulped again. Maybe they did, but he felt as if he wanted to do it all right now. A hand reached up, tracing over the small, lithe chest.

Slowly, Henrik's hand moved up to the cat's mouth as his other moved towards his hip. He pushed him, slowly, until his back was pressed up against the opposite wall. Cai didn't look scared, staring up at the wolf's face with a fond expression as his eyes occasionally flicked down to the cock in front of him, poised, waiting to hear the canine's request.

"I want you to suck it." Henrik muttered, and Cai appeared happy to oblige, even if the request were a little tame. He slowly lowered his head and pressed his small lips against the head of the cock. His tongue wriggled out and wormed it's way deep into the wolf's foreskin, rolling the rough, barbed tongue around and around the sensitive flesh. Henrik could feel every grueling detail, and it made him quiver and shudder with each movement.

"Oh, fuck, yes..." Henrik appeared to be a bit of a talker, but Cai didn't seem to mind. Slowly, he prized his tongue free from the foreskin and pulled it back with his hand as his head bowed down. He gently suckled, bobbed his head a little back and forth against the head of the cock as hs slid and dragged his tongue up and down, back and forth. Henrik's breathing soon turned erratic from the delightful pleasure he was feeling that sent utter sparks of delight up his spin.

"Yes, yes..." He continued, huffing and groaning. His instincts kicked in relatively quickly, and he began thrusting against the little cub's mouth. He humped and bucked, sliding his cock further and further into Cai's mouth as the feline planted his hands on the canine's pelvis and hip. He didn't push him back, but he appeared to be bracing himself for the worst.

Henrik couldn't hold it back much longer, and it showed. His thrusts began slow and steady, but soon grew irregular and carnal. He grasped the feline's head and yanked him down onto his cock, plunging his cock right down into the feline's throat and using it as his own personal fleshlight. Cai had taken a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut as the cock stretched his throat a little, the member sliding back and forth.

Henrik's brutality showed in his thrusts as he practically crammed the feline up against the wall. He slammed into the cat's mouth, plunging balls deep with each thrust as the feline's hands gripped firmly down onto his balls. The hefty, swinging balls slapped into the feline's chin, sparking his throat to clamp down each time.

"Fuck, here it...here it comes..." Henrik groaned out as his thrusts grew faster and faster, overwhelmed and overtaken with pleasure until he finally brung him to the edge. He pushed in as far as he could go as the little kitten held his breath for one last time.

Henrik groaned, his member pulsing as spurting gooey ropes of cum directly down into the feline's stomach, without him even having to swallow it himself. The canine braced himself to planting his hands against the wall as he aided his orgasm with a few rocks of his hips, spurting load after load, pumping his thick seed down into the kid's gullet. Much like the first time, the delicious pleasure he felt soon faded, quickly replaced by an overwhelming guilt.

He quickly pulled back and the feline let out a loud gasp of air, breathing heavily. Henrik realised what he'd done as he watched the feline slump a little, sliding down onto his rump on the shower floor. The canine crouched.

"Oh my god. Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck... are you okay?" He quietly asked, cursing himself and his horrible degeneracy. He had practically almost killed the poor child. The feline peeked open his eyes at him as a small smile crept across the cub's face.

"Fine." The feline croaked, reaching up to stroke the canine's forearm. Henrik blew a sigh of relief. That was too close: he wouldn't be doing it again.

"You've...got a lot of pent up energy." The little cub teased, and Henrik's expression soured.

"Not funny." He grunted, hoisting the feline up with an arm and gingerly carrying him out of the shower and into the cramped, tiled bathroom, lifting him up and sitting on the rim of the sink. He reached for the towel and gently began patting the little cub down, making sure he was dry.

"Are we going to fuck on the sink next?" The cub giggled, and Henrik sighed as he ran the towel over the feline's ears and forehead.

"No. You're going to go to bed." He told him with a grunt. "And...and then we'll figure out what we're doing tomorrow."

The feline's smiled faded and he lowered his gaze, slowly nodded. He appeared to understand. Henrik sighed, and roughly patted himself down before hoisting the cub over into the living room. He moved the food, setting him down on the couch. He left, for a moment, before he returned, setting blankets over the cub's frame and shoving a pillow under his head.

"Thanks." The cub smiled faintly up at him, and Henrik stared down at the kittne for a moment. He reached down, patting his head.

"Good night, Cai." He muttered. The feline closed his eyes and listened to the canine's padding across the room. He could see the glare of the lights against his eyelids fade, knowing the lights had gone out. He lept sleep take him moments later.

Being homeless meant being alert to your surroundings, and Cai was no stranger to that. When he heard sounds, he woke up immediately, bolting upright. For a moment, he'd forgotten where he was. He relaxed a little, staring out the window. It was still dark, but the clock on the wall read that it was 8am. 7 hours had passed. He looked across the room and spotted the canine in the kitchen, already dressed in his work clothes.

"You're going already?" Cai peeked out from the couch, and Henrik glanced over at him with a serious gaze. Cai feared the worse, wondering who he'd called, and for what purpose.

"I am," he began, crossing the room with a plate in his hand. "But not before you get this."

He held out the plate to the feline, and Cai's eyes flicked down to it. There was a couple of slices of buttered toast on a plate, still warm and fresh from the toaster.

"Breakfast." Henrik confirmed, and Cai reached up to take the plate. He bit into one of the slices and sighed in bliss.

"Does this mean...?" Cai began, wondering if his dreams of having his own house might be realised.

"Just for a few days." Henrik emphasized the first word, just to make the situation clear. "It wouldn't be fair to make you stay in the cold in the winter. But I leave to see my family in a couple of weeks, and you can't stay here whilst I'm away. The landlord will find you."

"Oh..." Cai lowered his gaze. At least a couple of weeks was good. That meant they had plenty of time. Certainly plenty of time for Henrik to change his mind.

"I gotta go. I'll be back home late, so just...help yourself to food, and watch TV. Try not to make the place messy, okay?" Henrik smiled faintly, reaching over to pat the feline's head. With that, he left, and Cai watched him go with a wistful gaze. The door clicked shut behind him and the feline heard the faint 'click' as the door was locked.

Slowly, the feline settled into the couch, cuddled up in the blankets, and chewed on the toast. He had to think up a plan to stay of course, but for now, he could relax in the warmth, just this once.