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Title: What’s up, pussy cat?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Shiryota (Ryo/ ShirotaYuu)

Notes: wtf I couldn't write anything else. Cannot unsee.

Summary: Ryo fucking LOVES kittens

When Shirota calls him, telling him he found a litter of abandoned kittens, and that he needs Ryo’s help to take care of them for the day, Ryo hesitates for approximately 30 seconds before climbing into his car.

“Thanks for coming,” Shirota says as he answers the door, clad in a large t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants. He has a little gray kitten cradled to his chest, right at Ryo’s eye level, and Ryo shoves his way into the apartment, gently snatching the kitten and nuzzling his face into its soft fuzz.

“I didn’t come for you, Big Bird,” Ryo snaps, and then coos at the kitten. “Hello precious,” he whispers, and the kitten mews, a soft tiny sound that wraps around Ryo’s heart and squeezes. “I fucking LOVE kittens.”

“I know,” Shirota replies, and Ryo looks up to see him watching with amusement as the kitten kneads at his chest. “That’s why I called you. Jin would kill a kitten on accident, because he is inherently incompetent, and Kusano can’t be trusted with living things.”

“What about Pi?” Ryo queries as his eyes alight on the 6 other kittens laying in a slumbering heap next to Shirota’s couch, snuggled around each other in a mishmash of black and gray and brown.

“You know he’d bring Jin,” Shirota says. “Anyway, I found these kittens, and actually, I already found a home for them but I can’t take care of seven kittens all by myself. Can you stay just a couple of hours until the woman comes to pick them up?”

Ryo suddenly notices the dark circles under Shirota’s eyes. “Were you…up all night taking care of abandoned kittens?” Ryo asks, his voice cracking a little in disbelief.

“Well, yeah, they’re too young to be separated from their mother and…” Shirota trails off. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Ryo doesn’t know exactly how he must be looking at Shirota, but whatever he’s doing makes Shirota smirk. “I fucking LOVE kittens,” Ryo reiterates.

Later, after the woman has come and gone, Ryo looks down at himself in disgust. “I am covered in cat hair,” he says, nose wrinkling.

“You should take a shower,” Shirota offers, gesturing toward his bathroom. He disappears into his bedroom and then re-emerges with an old faded pair of sweats and a t-shirt with the faded words te amo printed in gold across the chest. “Here,” he says, shoving the clothes into Ryo’s arms. “There are extra towels in the bathroom.”

Ryo feels disgusting, so he decides it can’t hurt. After all, he doesn’t really want cat hair all over his car—he’s pretty sure Kamenashi is allergic, and they’re going to get coffee tomorrow, and Kamenashi’s too much of a princess to drive.

He pads into the bathroom, and takes a moment to admire its size. “I guess a giant would need a giant bathroom,” he mutters, feeling a bit like he’s Jack at the top of the beanstalk. His voice echoes.

He turns the water to hot, and quickly undresses, shoving his dirty clothes to the side with distaste. The water feels nice, and Ryo closes his eyes.

He doesn’t register the sound of the bathroom door opening until Shirota speaks. “I’m taking your clothes and washing them,” Shirota informs him, and Ryo hums acknowledgement contentedly. He rests his hands above the shower head, pointing the spray directly at his chest. He doesn’t even notice that Shirota hasn’t really left yet until he feels the cold metal around his wrists, and hears the clink of handcuffs snapping closed.

“What the fuck?” Ryo tries to exclaim, but it comes out as a gargle as the water spray is suddenly hitting him directly in the face. Shirota is behind him, now, and fuck when did he get so big?

“I saw the way you looked at me earlier,” Shirota purrs. “So I thought I’d give you an adventure.”

Ryo struggles against the handcuffs trapping his arms in the air, but it serves only to push him back into Shirota’s arms. He feels engulfed by Shirota’s large frame as Shirota’s arms wrap around him, and he almost chokes as he feels a large, warm, erection pressing against him mid-back. “You can’t just handcuff me to your shower, you rapist,” Ryo hisses, even as he feels himself hardening against his will. “This is totally, one-hundred percent against bro-code.”

“But I owe you,” Shirota says, his voice like silk, barely intelligible over the pounding water. “For your help with los gatitos.”

“You could have just bought me a card, or something!” Ryo starts to say, but then Shirota’s hand slides down his stomach, and slowly but firmly grasps his cock, and Ryo is having trouble breathing, let alone debating proper ‘thank-you’ etiquette.

“Hmmmm…” Shirota murmurs into Ryo’s ear. “I think the lady doth protest too much.” And Ryo shudders with something between anger and anticipation.

“Oh my god you’re such a dick,” Ryo gasps out, and Shirota laughs, and pulls Ryo tighter against him, grinding his cock into Ryo’s back.

“Oh yes, that’s true,” he says, and then laughs again. Ryo is trapped, handcuffed in Shirota Yuu’s shower, his shaft slowly being stroked until he is aching for something he doesn’t even know. “I think you’re ready now,” Shirota says, and then there are two slick fingers inside of him, stretching and exploring. “Let me know when I find it.”

“Find…what?” Ryo asks, but then he knows, because an intense pleasure shoots from something deep inside of him and races straight to his cock, and he can’t stop a wanton moan from echoing through the large bathroom. He can FEEL Shirota’s smug gaze on him, and if he wasn’t handcuffed Ryo is pretty sure he would be punching Shirota in the face just to rid him of that stupid look of satisfaction.

“Thanks for telling me,” Shirota says then, and then he is pushing that spot over and over, slipping in a third finger and stretching. Ryo feels dizzy, like the only things holding him up are his lofted arms and the weight of Shirota’s strong body behind him. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

Ryo knows he should be protesting. He came over for kittens, and he shouldn’t be inexplicably having shower sex with an overgrown, ostrich-faced asshole, in a large bathroom with too-good acoustics. But then he imagines Shirota with the kitten against his chest, and to his own disgust Ryo feels himself become even more aroused, and then Shirota is sliding into him, and it burns.

Ryo feels every centimeter of Shirota’s cock as it slowly buries itself deep inside of him, and Ryo feels like he might tear apart but he also, inexplicably, doesn’t want it to stop. His breathing is coming in shallow gasps now, and the water is pounding relentlessly into his stomach as Shirota pounds relentlessly into his ass, all while Shirota’s hand hasn’t stop moving across his flaming erection. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m gonna…”

And then he’s slumping, spent, hanging by his wrists as Shirota continues to thrust into him until he too shudders and comes, slipping out of Ryo. But his arm is still wrapped around Ryo’s waist, holding him up. Ryo barely reacts when Shirota unlocks the handcuffs and picks him up, carrying him bridal style. He takes him out of the bathroom and dumps him into bed, pressing soft kisses all over Ryo’s face, and finally, his mouth. It’s their first kiss, and Ryo opens his mouth quickly to the assault. He feels completely pliable in a way he hasn’t felt since he was 15 and too small to stick up for himself. “I tamed a tiger,” Shirota quips, amused, and Ryo half-heartedly flips him off.

Shirota climbs into bed next to him and pulls Ryo on top of him, and Ryo follows that pull, collapsing on his chest. His wrists hurt. “I’m going to punch you in the nutsac if this bruises, Shirota,” he mumbles as he feels himself drifting to sleep.

“Oh yeah, about the kittens,” Shirota says suddenly, and Ryo lifts his head to look at him in disgust, as if the idea of talking after rigorous sex is appalling to every fiber of his being. “I didn’t really find them. I was just babysitting them.”

Ryo is suddenly wide-awake. “What?”

“I heard you like kittens,” Shirota continues, and his smile suddenly looks like a shark’s.