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Miles wakes to find his arm stretched out to the headboard, blocking the light from his eyes. His face is half pressed into his pillow, and the blankets are tousled around him. 

He makes a soft noise and pulls his arm back toward his chest.

As he moves his arm down he brushes against the leather wrapped around his neck. The little bell attached to the collar jingles, the sound ringing in his ears and cutting through any thought other than how good he feels.

He cracks an eye open lazily and sees a nice sunbeam pouring in from the window onto his form. He arches into it, stretching his back and limbs, heavy from sleep. He brushes his hair from his eyes with the back of his paw and yawns.

"Good morning, Kitty."

Miles perks up at the voice, turning and finding Phoenix sitting on the bed behind him. 

"Did you sleep well?" Phoenix asks, reaching a hand out to run it through Miles' hair.

The motion over his scalp makes him yawn, pressing his head closer into Phoenix's embrace.

"Aww, seems that way."

Phoenix gathers Miles' torso in his arms and pulls him toward his chest. Miles goes willingly, blanket and all, boneless against the motion.

He ends up pressed to Phoenix's side, bracketed by an arm along his back.

Phoenix's hand pets slowly and gently along his side, lulling Miles into a fuzzy state of tranquility.

His bedding is soft, the sunbeam is warm, and he’s safe in Phoenix’s hold. 

Of course he's going to doze.

There’s a small part of him that says it hasn’t always been like this, but Miles washes it down with small licks to Phoenix’s free hand.

"I've got something for you," Phoenix says in a playful tone.

Miles perks up, curious.

"It's your favorite," Phoenix says, reaching next to him and holding up a long string. 

Miles' eyes widen. He reaches up from his spot on Phoenix's chest, catching the string between his digits.

Phoenix pulls the string from its tangle with a laugh. When Miles moves for it again Phoenix drags it just out of his reach.

The longer he can’t reach it the more Miles can feel himself getting wound up, ready to lunge for it. To pounce.

Before he can truly act on it more than pushing off Phoenix’s chest to extend past him, Phoenix lets the string drop in the air. Miles collects it in his paws and pulls at it, moving until he’s on his back. His legs curl up and he feels Phoenix run his hand up and down one of them.

It feels good, but not nearly as good as tearing the string in his hands. It’s fulfilling. Simple.

A simple life for a simple pet.

“Having fun?” Phoenix asks.

Miles bumps his head into Phoenix’s shoulder, a reedy chirping sound in the air.

“I’m glad.” And Phoenix continues to pet him as he plays. “You’re so cute.”

Miles lets the praise wash over him much like everything else about Phoenix does.

Eventually Miles tires of the string, letting it fall to the wayside. The spot of sun has moved, but is still comfortably warm against his skin. He could curl up in it, but he doesn’t feel tired yet. In fact, there’s a buzzing energy under his skin that he can’t quite name.

He looks towards Phoenix, curious. Moves closer because that’s what it feels like he’s craving. Closeness. Intimacy.

"Mrrph?"

“Hi, Kitty.”

Phoenix reaches over and flicks the bell at his neck before Miles really has a chance to think about it.

And then Miles isn’t thinking much at all. A pleasurable warmth blooms in his core, and he starts to feel a tingling of something more.  

Phoenix looks him over like he knows what he’s feeling.

“Do you want to play?”

At first Miles is confused, they’ve just played. But a deeper part of him knows what it means, what this has been a prelude to.

He feels a wave of heat between his thighs. His cock pulses in a way that suggests he’s felt like this for quite some time, but hasn’t been aware of it until now.

Miles’ digits twitch, reaching to touch his aching parts. Phoenix gently takes his wrists, pressing them back against Miles’ chest.

"Kittens don't touch with their paws." Phoenix laughs, not unkindly. The sound warms Miles to the core. Ignites his senses in a way that makes his mind even fuzzier. "Use the blanket."

The blanket bunched between his legs, of course. He'd forgotten about it.

Freshly reminded, Miles starts to hump into it, using the friction to try to satisfy himself.

It works at first, and he picks up speed at a wanton pace. The bell jingles with his movements, paired with Phoenix telling him what a good boy he is. 

It's no wonder he's so distantly aware of himself whining, shifting until he's presenting himself like a good pet.

It isn’t long before he feels right on the precipice.

He wants. He needs.

But try as he might, he can't capture that release. The bell follows his thoughts and drags them down until he's drunkenly thrusting. Equal parts stimulating and sedating.

Eventually he's just rubbing himself lamely into the mattress, eyes closed and mouth parted.

He's exhausted. Frustrated.

"What's wrong, Kitty? Can't finish?"

He lets out a soft noise, crawling closer to that comforting voice. Phoenix presses a kiss to his forehead and Miles sighs in relief.

"You can't do it by yourself, is that it? Need me to help you?"

He speaks like he's asking questions, but Miles can't think of it as anything other than fact. 

He needs help. He needs Phoenix.

"You know what I think it is?"

"Mrr?"

"Good kitties don't wear clothes, do they?"

Miles supposes they don't.

Large hands dip into the waistband of Miles' pajamas and pull them down, letting his cock bob free.

Even just the air makes the sensitive head throb.

"Oh, look at my darling boy." Phoenix ghosts his hand over Miles' length, and Miles intakes a breath just feeling the warmth radiating from his palm. "I'll help you, don't worry your pretty little head. Turn around."

Miles does so, and Phoenix pulls Miles closer to him. He doesn't stop until Miles is flushed against him, back to chest. 

His arm rounds Miles' side and his hand makes its home on Miles' thigh.

Being so close to his hand, to relief, makes Miles whimper. He starts to grind back and forth, rubbing his ass against Phoenix's front and trying to get the man’s hand to fall where he wants it.

He ends up with an arm around his midsection, hips held so tightly even the most effortful advances result in minute movement. Not nearly enough for stimulation.

"Needy thing. I'll take care of you, trust me."

His cock leaks.

“I promise, you’ll feel so good.” 

And Miles feels a cool wetness press against the back of his thighs, the same wetness on Phoenix’s hand as he wraps his fingers around his length.

Phoenix’s cock catches the underside of Miles’ own as he pushes through the space of Miles’ thighs and Miles gasps. Miles grips the sheets in his fist.

Phoenix takes them both in hand, the lube letting Phoenix slide between Miles’ thighs with ease. His hand teases Miles’ slit in a way that pulls a long whimper out of him.

The friction of their cocks together, Phoenix running over Miles’ thighs and balls and shaft in repetitive motion, is a delicious encompassing pleasure. He can’t focus on anything else.

Phoenix bites down on his shoulder and Miles keens. Mewls into the pillow as he spills into Phoenix's hand.

When he comes down from his orgasm he's exhausted. He finds Phoenix has chased his own release, their combined effort splayed over Miles’ thighs.

He yawns, bringing a paw up to rub at his eye.

"Tired again, Kitty? Playtime takes a lot out of you." Phoenix chuckles, like there's some inside joke only he’s privy to. Miles can't find it in himself to hang on to his words, he just lets them wash over him as he drifts.

Phoenix cleans him up gently, cooing over his precious little kitty and wondering when next he'll want to play.

As Miles' eyes start to droop it takes all of his energy to flop onto Phoenix's form and nuzzle into his neck.

The action draws another of those mind-warming laughs from the man. Miles feels a low rumbling in his throat as he presses in even further.

"Purring for me, Darling? How sweet." Phoenix’s hand once more starts soothing motions in Miles’ hair. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

And Miles can’t find a reason to argue with that.