𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.

Those hips.

One of the many parts about Sammi that infatuated Jonathan, although he was also obsessed with the whole. That is to say, Sammi.

"You know I always need to step things up."

Jonathan's body wastes no time giving the feline what they want: Warmth rested under their palm as Jonathan began to harden, his pants preventing his rod from gaining any sort of verticality.

"Every day I would see a bench and think about our days in the park. Such wonderful days, those."

Yes. A definite yes.

"I've lost a bit of my edge without you around. A bit of my public tendencies too."

A kiss for the feline along with a grope of their thigh.

Jonathan could care less about the smell. He loved Sammi's scent, down to the last PPM.

"I've missed you."

Sighing as he tries to get a peek at Adams face.

"I suppose you never truly do, but why would I be out to belittle you?"

"You're vocal, ten feet tall, and accented with gold."

He's looking at him with a bit of sincerity and concern now.

"So yes. it's a compliment."

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"Who says you can't be of use here? I'm sure you'll find SOMETHING. Or, rather, something will find you."

"You are rather hard to miss."

"Like? I've grown fond of being useful."

Tapping his claws in sync with Adam against his chair, trying to match the exact tone.

He never knew that after death he could feel his heart beating, but of course, he had never been dead before.

Anxiety? Excitement? Who knows.

"Of course, my liege."

Although Adam is usually this....confident, something seems incredibly off.

"What are you plotting, liege?"

Trying his hardest to be the best throne he can be.

"For most of my waking life, I was a soldier. Eventually, the need for men like me was supplanted by armored vehicles, and I slipped into a life of peace and comfort."

Eyes track Adam like a predator would prey.

"So yes."

It seems word of mouth had spread, and he had become known for his love of history.

Which he doesn't hate! In fact, he's quite grateful that people think of him when they see antiques.

Jonathan opens the door for Reed and carefully guides him inside, closing it behind him.

"Ah yes! May I see?"

If he were a more desperate man, he would just sit on that bench next to the both of them and let Sammi ride.

But he loves the teasing.

Pairing rewards with actions is an incredibly clever tactic...

And a surefire way for him to do it again.

Looking around before doing the same.

Sammi just keeps rubbing off on him.

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⠀⠀⠀Ready for this
⠀⠀⠀⠀'𝗱𝗼𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲' .ᐣ
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"Why is everything about sex nowadays."

He seems pleased, in his own odd way, that Adam finds the situation humorous.

"I am, no pun intended, dead serious."

"Go ahead. Beat me till your heart is content. Afterwards we can go along with the rest of your day.

Which you'll have to fill me, your new servant, in on. Old habit, don't question it."

"What a turnaround! I've pleased you, and now I've earned your wrath.

What shall I do to satisfy you, truly?"

"There isn't a comedic bone in my body, liege. You can check if necessary."

"At first I was, but it's quite fun confusing you.

So now I am content."

Jonathan has plenty of clothes to spare, although they might be incredibly ill-fitting.

Is there anything that can be done to help?

Would he say he feels naked?

Featherless and a biped!

Indeed, a man.

"As you wish, liege."

Kissing the ground behind him once more before rising.

"Satisfied?"