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"Hey, Tommen." Lucien cooed through the telephone. "Are you busy tonight?"

"It's New Year's, Lucien." Tommen stated, as if Lucien was being stupid.

"I know that. I asked if you were busy, though."

"Oh, well... I'm not, really. My parents are out on a date, so I guess I was going to get holiday drunk on eggnog and watch the effigy explode." Tommen said nonchalantly, before asking suspiciously, "Why?"

"Well, I just wanted to know if you wanted to come over tonight, and we could do stuff. Or something?" Lucien cooed.

"Isn't your family there?"

"Well, no. My mother's out of town, I think she's dating someone also, and my brother's hanging out with his gross frat friends."

"Oh. Well...." Tommen thought that he and Lucien would probably end up doing something illicit tonight, if he went over. He thought that the idea should probably have bothered him, instead of enticing him the way it did. "I guess I can come over. Do I need to plan on spending the night?"

Lucien thought there was an unhealthy bit of sleaze in Tommen's voice, but did not tease him about it. "Yeah!" Lucien exulted. "May as well. You can stay here and watch the effigy burn at my place. And by midnight I think there's some nasty snow in the forecast, so I figured you'd just want to sleep here tonight." Not to be suggestive, or anything.

"If you're calling the snow nasty, then it must be something I don't wanna get caught up in. I guess I'll stop by in about," he looked at the clock and did some figuring. Shower, eat, brush teeth and fur... "two hours. See you in a bit."

"Okay, see you soon." Lucien mewed. As soon as he hung up on Tommen, he sprinted off to shower, planning to condition heavily and be perfumed and gorgeous for Tommen tonight. He was getting anxious for more than kissing, too.

Tommen was fed and cleaned (thoroughly) in record time, he thought, as he made his way out the front door of his home. It was freezing, and he hated the cold, but he was going to Lucien's house. He was going to Lucien's house, and probably going to have sex or something similar tonight, and he was so excited and nervous that he almost tripped over his own feet several times.

Lucien was clean and perfumed and brushed to a silky white perfection. He was also technically crossdressing pretty blatantly, but he did not think that Tommen would mind. He was so nervous about tonight. Tommen was coming over, and they were going to have sex or something similar, and it was all so wonderful. Lucien tried to keep himself from fidgeting too much in anticipation, but it was difficult.

Tommen had finally navigated his way through the cold and wind to Lucien's front door. He was nervous, but he did not think he was nervous enough to want to go back home in this weather. He watched Lucien's face pop out from behind the door and usher him in excitedly. He was really surprised that Lucien did not wrap him in a hug, but was only mildly displeased.

"Hey." Lucien exulted, "I'm glad you could make it."

"I was happy to come." Tommen managed, blushing. This was dumb.

Each appraised the other carefully, and not without a bit of a leer. Tommen was wearing a grenadier coat in black, and olive green fatigue bottoms. Lucien thought this was strange. Tommen disliked the cold so much, he thought he would see a greatcoat and thermals. Suffering for his fashion. Lucien, as stated, was crossdressing. He had a thick, dark gray cashmere-looking sweater with a shawl neck and tight black jeans. There were also black thigh highs, to which Tommen was paying no attention.

"I feel like I have to ask this every time I see you: are those boy's clothes? - Don't answer, I know they're not." Tommen said, running his hand down Lucien's sleeve. It was so soft... it gave him ideas.

"They aren't." Lucien admitted, a pink blush in his ears. "Do you like them? The clothes?" He added with a giggle.

"They're very... you." And very something I need to see piled up on your floor. Tommen thought lecherously.

"Thanks. What do you want to do?" There was a little voice in the back of Lucien's mind screaming Sex sex sex sex sex! Which he very much wanted to indulge.

"Video games until ten, and then we can figure something else out from there?" The same voice was screaming in Tommen's head, which he also very much wanted to indulge.

Lucien's eyes fell a bit at Tommen's decisiveness, though he was really at a loss for things to do between now and sex. "Sounds great." He mewed sweetly. Which would, he supposed, be fun, but not quite as fun as making out, or having sex, or any number of things that they could do if Tommen were to say that one little L-word.

Several hours later, though not as late as Tommen had quoted, they had bored of playing video games, and Lucien had remembered the greatest Solstice Eve present (almost), Thanatos had ever given him. A bottle, numbered two, of the finest champagne Lucien had ever seen. He knew that Alisa and Thanatos were spending their New Years together, with their bottle numbered one and a variety of vibrating sex toys, and thus did not feel it necessary to spend it with them. Also, they were both demanding that Lucien make the first move - or one of several - by getting Tommen drunk and seducing him.

While Lucien found the idea somewhat distasteful, or at least less than optimum, he had at last submitted to their plan. As such, Lucien disappeared with some small announcement, and returned bearing an iced bottle of Nuvea Vitae and displaying, explaining, worshiping and adoring it. He pulled his most glorious platinum-rimmed champagne flutes from his shelf, an absurd pair of collectibles he found at auction, and poured them both full flutes in celebration of holidays and spending them with loved ones. Tommen politely, though densely, took that in the socially correct and unassuming way.

After Lucien finished dramatically shivering, and Tommen had fully understood the taste, they both sipped in reverence through their first glass, Tommen offering to pour more, quite gallantly, Lucien thought, for their second serving. They toasted something inane, like success, or peace, or something, and began a light conversation, fueled equally by the wine and their tangible solitude. It was not terribly interesting, nor was it informative. Sometimes they felt more awkward than in love, but that was just fine, for the other times. They both were, though, starting to draw closer and stare longer, Lucien being so bold as to bite his lip or play with his hair, and Tommen being so bold as to almost insinuate perhaps that sex existed in the universe.

At the beginning of their fourth round, when Lucien was being particularly effeminate in look and act and manner, Tommen boldly asked, "So why exactly are you a, um, girl?"

"Aw, don't you like it?" Lucien mewed, sounding genuinely shocked.

"I was just curious." He replied indignantly, insinuating very firmly that he did.

"I'd rather look like this than like you... - I mean, you know, right?" Lucien defended lamely, ending very cutely befuddled.

"I suppose. Still, not a lot of kitties like you running around." Tommen replied.

"You only love me because I'm an oddity!" Lucien moaned, play fainting into Tommen's lap, champagne flute still held dextrously still as he stared up at his boyfriend - whether he liked it or not, damn it! - with big ecstatic green eyes. After a too-long stare, Lucien sat up nervously, fingering the rim of his glass and glancing sideways at anything he could see.

Finally, Tommen grabbed Lucien close, like he was upset, and drew his ear to his muzzle, where he whispered, "Not even close, kitty." He held him closely, though loosely, hoping that Lucien would be entranced with his eloquence and start to make out with him, but his stubborn, submissive, girly kitty refused, head gently pressed against Tommen's chest, waiting for his prince to grab his muzzle and kiss him. They stayed like this an embarrassingly long time, Tommen unsure of his motive, and Lucien waiting for Tommen's lead, comfortably close, until Lucien drew back calmly.

"It's near midnight." He mentioned, deftly standing up, turning on his television to the news, where the effigy was in proud display and being babbled endlessly about in reverence. Lucien reclined elegantly on the bed, tight pants showing hips and ass, and sweater showing waist and little else, displaying himself as sexily as he knew how (quite, that is).

"Well. I suppose it is." Tommen replied numbly, finishing his glass slowly and coming to join Lucien nervously on the bed.

They raptly watched the ceremonial burning of the New Years effigy, more through cultural conditioning than interest, and idly switched from television to music when the ceremony had ended. Lucien boldly wrapped himself up in Tommen's arms, and rested his head on Tommen's chest, staring at him in adoration. Tommen realized, after several long minutes, that Lucien was not going to take initiative here, and was waiting patiently for Tommen to shove his tongue into his kitty muzzle.

Shortly before Tommen made his move, Lucien muttered something about being hot, slipping off his sweater, revealing a half camisole and tight, white, gorgeous tummy. Assuming that was meant to turn him on, he watched the show hungrily, and managed to wait until Lucien was almost back down before pouncing him. Their lips met fiercely, and Lucien moaned into the kiss as Tommen forced his shoulders into the bed. Their tongues and hands groped madly, and Lucien's slow, sensual grinding into Tommen made them both pant through their noses. After a long, wet kiss, Tommen drew back dizzily, eyeing his kitty, panting and pink, mouth and eyes hanging half open in lust, mussed hair and fur and makeup made all the more sexy by knowing how it got that way.

He decided, that since his hand was still around Lucien's neck, and he didn't mind getting used a bit roughly, he undid his pants with his other hand, balancing and choking (wonderfully!) Lucien in the process. When his cock bobbed free, he balanced back on his other hand, and demanded coolly for Lucien to do what kitty sluts like him did best.

He idly wondered why his mouth had no access, but found no humor in his joke, and lovingly groped Tommen - and squeaked out loud when his hands wrapped around Tommen's cock. It was huge! Lucien could almost touch his middle finger to his thumb, and it felt like it was two feet long, though Lucien thought that was probably lustful exaggeration. Upon further inspection it was just less than eleven inches. His mouth watered, and, using both hands he started jerking Tommen's prodigious cock.

With a few hard twitches, his pleasing hands were soaked with thick, clear pre cum, and Tommen groaned at the slick heat of Lucien's attention. Since Tommen was too busy to be making out with him, Lucien took his dryer hand, ground it firmly around Tommen's tip, and showily licked off the salty liquid, making sure to coat his hand enough to lube up the rest of Tommen's cock. The attention given to Lucien's hand reminded Tommen how much fun kissing was, so he redirected Lucien's gaze from his cock, which had Lucien utterly entranced, and got him back to looking him in the eyes, so they could make out more.

After a long time of kissing, and his slow, incredible handjob, Lucien had to free himself, undoing his pants quickly and with as little interruption to Tommen as possible, and worked himself free of his panties, until he was grinding against his knuckles ecstatically, moaning into Tommen and receiving a nice firm bite on the neck when he moaned again.

Arms tiring from the awkward angle, Lucien let go of Tommen, which got a dissatisfied grunt from lack of sensation. Lucien started grinding against Tommen's thick, aching, hot and slick cock, mewling in glee and finding it reflexive to continue. It took Tommen only ten or so seconds of enjoying this attention to realize he should probably be thrusting back. He started at once, making both of them croon their pleasure.

Tommen wrapped his arms around Lucien, pulling him close as their bodies could get, as they humped each other fervently. With time they sped up, until they were each grinding against each other as quickly as they could, Lucien mewling hotly into Tommen's kiss or chest, until finally, Tommen pinned Lucien down, thrusting hard, and forcing Lucien against his tummy and Tommen's thick cock, sliding so wetly against him that he moaned perfectly femininely in orgasm, as he painted his tummy with sticky gobs of kitty cum.

Tommen continued to move against Lucien, until he too came. He grunted once quietly, and thick, obscene amounts of cum coated Lucien's already messy tummy and soaking his softening erection in Tommen's seed as well. After nine or ten very wet spurts of cum, Tommen finally settled to pulsing lazily, and rolling onto his side, cuddling his arm under Lucien and pulled him possessively close, while cum dribbled on his panties.

When Lucien caught his breath, he purred in gratitude and reverence and adoration and lust, "that was incredible! We'll have to find you somewhere better to cum next time, huh?" Tommen nodded lazily, to which Lucien added, "and if I wasn't so Goddamned in love with you, I'd kick you in the nuts for falling asleep on me, you bastard." He huffed, as the cum on his tummy got very unpleasantly cold very quickly. That, and the smell of Tommen's cum was starting to get him hard again. He grumbled indignantly - Tommen didn't get any on him - and got up to go shower.

Unfortunately, Tommen really had fallen asleep. He rarely drank, and champagne had notorious effects, as did sex, so it was hardly unexpected. It just made Lucien feel a little bit used. At least he didn't get any cum on his silk sweater. Lucien had a few such thoughts as he cleaned up, this time inside and out, in case Tommen wanted to play in the morning. He sneaked back into his room about an hour later, with some sleepy-proof makeup and a sleepy-proof hairstyle similar to the one used earlier. He poured and sipped on another glass of champagne while he watched Tommen sleep soundly, that gorgeous, incredible cock of his having retracted into the warmth of his pants at some point.

He finally snuggled into bed, wearing only a net thong, with a little fetish-maid apron on the front in pastel pink satin as his only modesty, and a matching hairband, that he thought Tommen would love to see when he woke up. Tommen wrapped his arms around Lucien automatically, making him feel utterly adored, and pulled his blankets up around them both, starting to feel the chill from being slightly damp from shower and almost naked.

Tommen "woke up" before Lucien, in that Lucien had been utterly still, happy to be cuddled with Tommen, and also wanting Tommen to discover his pretty maid. Tommen sat up groggily, as he always did, which stirred Lucien enough to kick off the blankets, showing the curve of his tight ass, and perfect flawless (with aid, Lucien felt necessary to remind himself) beauty and utterly X-rated lingerie that only Tommen had ever gotten to see him in. Finally, Lucien opened his eyes, stretching suggestively, yawning adorably, and licking his lips like a predator, he purred a good morning to Tommen.

"Morning," he said, stretching again to show off the curve of his waist and hips and tummy and chest and the undies Tommen was trying not to notice. "Do you want some breakfast, or a mimosa? It's a holidaaaaay." Lucien almost begged, remembering not to call him master until his cock was hard, when he might get away with it.

"Um..." Tommen said eloquently, blatantly staring, to Lucien's glee. "Sure. I don't think you corked your wine last night, so you should drink it before it loses its fizz. What do you eat for breakfast?"

Lucien lied through his teeth, and then darted off to the kitchen to prepare Tommen a feast. While he was disappeared, and before he washed up to cook, he adjusted himself so that he was... as flat as possible... just to please Tommen's "heterosexuality". After a breakfast of pancakes and small tarts and tea and mimosa and chocolate cake (unfortunately not a Lucien signature, but frozen), Tommen was satisfied which meant Lucien was satisfied. Also, had gotten much, much more comfortable looking at his eye candy maid than when he woke up. It being cold, Lucien did have to add a half camisole, but, to keep with the outfit, he added a collar and little purple bow tie, keeping his maid/sex idol motif.

As the morning wore on, Tommen realized he probably wanted to get home while it was still "warm" out. Lucien did not argue, realizing that proper clothing would be necessary since the family would be present in a few hours. He bid Tommen goodbye, standing on the welcome mat outside, unafraid of prying eyes or burning cold. When Tommen turned to leave, Lucien grabbed his little finger of the closest hand, pulled him back a bit, and kissed him on the cheek, before ushering him off and bouncing into the house.