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[ambibionic]

WHO Felix Bakar (ambibionic) and Will Vega, Junior Edition (androit)
WHAT human pets are a thing. An illegal, looked down up thing, but it does happen. Because Felix has one.
WHEN whenever
WHERE Felix's home
WHY because we're awful.


It was nice to come home and destress from whatever the day had brought to Felix's life. Juggling two jobs, one of a professional dancer that was in high demand and the other a professional hitman that was also in high demand, was far too stressful and was giving the twenty-something year old Felix some premature grey hairs. Not that his appearance was top of his list right now. Dropping off his work bags downstairs, Felix headed up to his bedroom and changed out of the day's clothes into soft pajama pants before heading to his walk in closet and opening the door.

"It's time for you to get to work," he said easily enough as he looked at the person at the back of the closet, not moving to get close to him. Felix knew that his pet was trained enough to follow directions and that he didn't need to assist. Moving away from the doorway and over to the bed, he flopped down onto it and sprawled as he turned his head in the direction of the closet. "Don't take too long, I'm feeling impatient tonight."

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[androit]

His owner's noises told him he was doing it correctly, encouraging him on further and making his body react just to the pleasure he was doling out rather than receiving. That was something his body hadn't had trouble learning, his already high need to please and be approved of lending to the tasks placed to him. He continued as he could until his head was drawn away by the hand in his hair. While he had been getting into it, there wasn't much room for complaint or comment as his owner not only praised the voice he hardly used but started to lavish attention on him instead.

It was demanding and rough and just how Junior liked it, almost not enough, and several times he had to remind himself not to hold back the sounds anymore. He breathed rough and let the little noises come while he slouched forward against his owner, hands now resting on the other's hips loose and aimless, eyes rolling to go with the moans breaking free. Barely-formed words mixed into it all, pleas and begs hardly more than the pants and grunts amidst all of the attention. Please, more, more. Hngh. Please.