Cuddles and not so many kisses (DU 4:1)
Chapter 1
Shaun's P.O.V
I was once again pinned to the bed by the weight of my cuddly fennec. I knew that he was just playing with me, as we usually did whenever we got up after a night of fun together. He didn't always enjoy being a bottom, especially when my feral side got out. I closed my eyes and felt his muzzle pressing into my white fur. He made a strange noise, that was either a laugh or a growl to get me to play with him immediately; he always did love my attention.
Our fur was similar yet different: my fur was snow white and his was a light cream color. Both of our coats were un-touched by dirt. I enjoyed taking baths with him or going down on him in the shower block, after all it was rarely used now and it wasn't illegal to give my boyfriend some pleasure outside of the bedroom. Most of the people in our university were used to the sight of Corbin and I kissing in public, but some assholes would say something.
Our bedroom had gone through a lot of change recently, but obviously the door to the bathroom was still where it began as was the door to the hallway. We'd bought furniture for our room as well, nothing too expensive though. We had two light brown wardrobes for our clothes, standing tall next to one another. The one on the right belonged to me and contained dark colored items of clothing.
Along the bottom of my wardrobe there were two pairs of shoes, black converses and a pair of white trainers for running in. There was also a red box, full of memories that I didn't want to leave behind or lose. For example, I had photos of Corbin and I, a photo of our couple rings, a photo of my parents (my mom and her boyfriend, Blake) and finally there was a few items that I wanted to hide from every fur's sight. There was also two trays filled with socks and boxers, suspended by bolts in the gap between my clothes and the floor.
The contents of Corbin's wardrobe were slightly different. His clothes were brighter than mine, with floral patterns decorating some of them. The stuff at the bottom of his wardrobe was literally just shoes and a box filled with memories and trinkets. Corbin and I had started 'collecting' memories at the same time, so a lot of the stuff in our boxes mimicked each others. But there was nothing wrong about that. In Corbin's trays there were boxers and socks, but he also had a pair of black laced panties that he occasionally wore. He didn't own many feminine clothes, but I intended to build on that.
On the doors of my wardrobe there were mirrors, which we spent minimal time in front of. A door on Corbin's wardrobe was plastered with a calender, it had all of the events we needed to know about recorded on it. Next to the door to the hallway, there was a desk with my laptop on it. Along side my laptop, there was a collection of junk. Corbin's desk was next to the bathroom door, in the sight line of whoever stood in the doorway, something he'd probably regret; if you know what I mean. His desk was tidier than mine could ever hope to be.
We had pushed our two single beds together to form a double bed, the middle was stiffed with another mattress, so that we wouldn't fall down anytime soon. It was pushed up against the far wall. The quilts and covers were snow white to conceal the messes we would sometimes make. The walls of our bedrooms had been painted a soothing cream color that matched Corbin's fur, the carpet was also this color. It was much better than the grey the walls and carpet used to be.
I reached out with my hands and held my boyfriend's small, flawless face. He laughed as I gently rocked his head about in my hands and rubbed him behind his floppy ears. I looked into his eyes and said the thing that pissed him off the most, "You have beautiful eyes." Corbin smiled down at me, trying to conceal his blushing. "I swear Shaun. You tell me that every time we end up like this." He said in his quiet, but loving voice.
Corbin stopped me from holding his face with his own slender, dainty hands. He took my hands away from his face and kept them embrace with his. His touch was soft and gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting any fur or anything. Then again, Corbin was too small to be harmful. His skinny arms and legs made him look anorexic, but he wasn't. After his last eating problem, I'd made sure to make him eat more than he needed, he was slowly putting on weight. I would stop mothering over him when he got to a point where he could be tackled without breaking all of the bones in his frail body.
Corbin moved about on top of me, until he was sitting on my hips. The two of us were naked and even though Corbin could feel my member touching him, it wasn't awkward at all. The smile and blush on his face made him look adorable, like something you wanted to treasure. "Shaun. I think this a good time to make a few confessions. Don't worry, I'm not straight or anything." Corbin quickly re-assured me. "But. If it tell you something as big as this, do you promise to tell me something in return?"
"Of course." There was already something on my mind that I needed to tell Corbin about, something that was eating me up. "You know that I've been seeing Jiyeon a lot lately, right?" I was afraid of where this conversation was about to go, but I shouldn't have been. Jiyeon was our friend. He knew that Corbin was dating me and even though Jiyeon could be inappropriate at times, he was a nice guy. Still, he had a dark side that we all knew about.
Corbin cupped my hands in his and rubbed my palms with his thumbs. "Well he's gotten me a better job, but you might not like it." Corbin admitted, he seemed delighted about the fact though. "And what is it?" I asked. "Have you heard about the club, 'Damien's little treats?'" Of course I had, it was the most infamous club in all of town. Well... it was a whore house, disguised as a club. Everyone knew that Damien got his money through prostitution, I would have said worse if Jiyeon didn't use to live and work there. "So you're working as a prostitute?" I asked, not knowing if I should be happy, angry or sad for my boyfriend.
"No! I'm working as a dancer and waiter, like Jiyeon does. But if I absolutely want to, I'm allowed to have sex with the customers to earn myself some money on the side." "So you are a prostitute!" I corrected him, sounding agitated. "If you want me to quit, I will, I promise. I won't do something like this without your consent. Which is why I've told you about it." Corbin sounded annoyed with my reaction, maybe I'd over-reacted.
"I'm fine with it, really. It was just a little shock. You can go work at Damien's, on a few conditions." I smirked, pulling my mate in closer and breathing in his scent. "One: I get to be your first customer, Two: Promise to me that I'll get a show eventually, Three: Don't let any fur ruin your ass and four: Don't forget who the boss is." I said, trying to sound light hearted about the situation. "Who, Damien?" Corbin joked.
"Are you sure about it though?" I asked, wanting to make sure that Corbin wasn't being forced into it. "No one's making you do this." "I want to do this. Jiyeon has taught me everything I need to know about it." Corbin replied cheerfully. "Well then. Am I allowed to have a sample?" "Maybe if you cough up enough money." Corbin winked. "Hey! I think I've given you more than enough to be able to have a night with a little sweet like you." "And I think I've been the been the bottom so many times that you owe me the privilege of at least a grand or two."
I laughed and pulled my mate into a hug that he wasn't getting out of. I wasn't mad about his job, well maybe I was a little, but still, it was what he wanted and that was what mattered. "Now, what do you want to tell me?" Corbin asked. Suddenly, it felt as if my heart was made of lead. Time slowed down for me and I quickly tried to think of a worthy lie, but couldn't.
"Corbin..." My demeanor became sad. "Do you remember much about your rapist?" I asked. "No I don't and I'm glad that I've forgotten about him. Why do you ask?" Corbin's eyes were and intrigued. It was hard for me to say anything about my father, but if I didn't tell Corbin it would carry on bothering me. "Well, he was, is..." I corrected myself "my father. I'm sorry." I apologized quickly. I carried on hugging Corbin tightly, worried that he'd leave me now. I closed my eyes and braced for his response, had I rushed into it?
"It's alright." I opened my eyes and looked at my mate in confusion. He was smiling at me, truth was in his voice. "Shaun it's fine. It's not your fault that you're related to him. You were honest about it at least. Anyway, how did you know? You said you never met your Dad." Corbin asked, still smiling about it all. I however, felt like I was about to burst into tears. "It's a little obvious. He's a white cat, his name is Shaun, I'm named after my father, we sort of act in the same way-" I was cut off by Corbin. "You're nothing like him." He said sharply, jabbing me with a finger. "Sorry." He apologized and politely rubbed my fur where he had jabbed at me.
"Corbin, this doesn't change anything between us, does it?" I asked. "Stop being stupid. If anything had changed, I would be half way down the corridor by now. "You'd walk down a corridor naked?" I teased. "You get the point!" He laughed.
"Seriously though, are you completely okay with it?" I asked. "I can ask to move room or dormitory if you want." "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" Corbin asked, concerned about my own stance on the situation. "I'm fine." I lied, faking a smile. "Why does how I feel matter? You're the victim." Tears had been welling up in my eyes for a while now and Corbin was starting to notice. "Shaun. It happened 6 years ago, I'm not bothered by it. But you only learnt a few weeks ago, so clearly you matter more now. Do you need to cry?" Corbin suddenly asked, putting a hand on my face to wipe away any tears.
"No!" I was slightly offended by Corbin's question, but I needed to cry for once. "When was the last time you cried?" Corbin asked. "I don't know, before I got to university? The first week or two?" "Then start crying!" Corbin begged.
"Why? Why would you want me to cry?" I asked. "Because, I want to wipe away your tears for once and look after you. I want to comfort you instead of you comforting me all the time!" "No! I'm not supposed to cry around you. I'm manlier therefore I should look after you." I argued. Corbin squeezed me, trying to get me to cry. "Behind every great man there is an even greater woman." Corbin pouted. The phrase wasn't really applicable in our case, but I understood what he was trying to say. "But I'm not great."
"Yeah. You're right. You're amazing." Corbin smiled, he kissed me on the lips. "Now start crying otherwise I'll see if Callum still has a sadistic fetish going." I laughed at Corbin' threat and slowly sat up until Corbin was sitting in front of me. He stared at me in silence, determined to wait for me to cry. Eventually, the silence got to me and I started crying uncontrollably.
At first I tried to put my head down, so that Corbin wouldn't see. I tried covering my eyes with my hands, to stop my tears from escaping. Corbin reacted quickly, he put his arms around my shoulders for once and let me cry into his fur. I tucked my head into his chest and curled up to make myself as small as possible. I noticed that I was being pathetic, or at least in my opinion I was.
"Just cry, Shaun. I'm the only one who will hear you and I'm here to look after you." Corbin rose on his legs until he was taller than me. He lifted my head up and moved my hands away from my face. With a soft finger, he stopped a stream of tears and wiped them away. "Crying and speaking about something always helps." Corbin stated. "Since when are you an expert on this sort of thing?" I asked, chuckling and sniffling. "I'm not, but it works for me. So it should work for others; I hope." Corbin blushed embarrassed bu what he was saying.
I shuffled away from Corbin and exposed my tail hole to him. I wanted to cry and make it up to him for crying in front of him. "Hey. Corbin." I said smiling, my eyes drying slowly. Maybe it was a little inappropriate, but it was my way of telling Corbin that I was okay. "Do you want to?" I asked, letting him finish my question. Corbin looked surprised by the way I was acting, "Oh... No thanks. I'm glad that you're alright though." Corbin smiled.
I got off of my hands and knees and lay down, facing Corbin. "Could we start cuddling again? My physical fitness sport starts at twelve, so I'll get up properly at ten. Then after PF, I have fund raising stuff for you." I explained. "Take a break from that for once." Corbin demanded, moving to mimic how I was lying down. "You've raised more than enough money already. Relax for me. I'm taking you down to Damien's next week with Jiyeon. You'll get to meet my boss and it'll help you loosen up a bit." Corbin mentioned, coaxing me into going with him.
"Corbin I don't want a prostitute. All of my sexual desires are in this room." I smiled, hoping that Corbin got the hint. "You're just afraid of the law!" Corbin teased. "Prostitution is legal in Veden, pimping is illegal." Still, Corbin found my last comment sweet. "But isn't that exactly what Damien does?" I asked. "Nope, not at all. He doesn't force any of his workers to have sex, if we want to we can. There are a few choose to be full time prostitutes and do give most of their profits to Damien, but that's just between us, alright?" Corbin winked.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Can I tell the guys about your job though? A cute little guy like you would get more than enough business from that." "I'm not cute." Corbin blushed, clearly happy about my flattery. "Sorry, you're adorable is what I meant. You're my little fem boy, mostly because I keep on finding you in those panties and because of that cute little face!" I said, pinching the sides of his cheeks and making him pull a silly face. Corbin laughed and snuggled up to me in bed.
"Just shut up and take a nap!" Corbin demanded, beaming down into my neck fur. I brought him in closer with my arms and rested my head above his as if I was sheltering him from everything. I pulled the quilt up to our necks to keep the cold out and caught a few winks before I got up again. Well, maybe I did sneak a few peeks at Corbin's junk.