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"So are you supposed to be a cat or a dog?" Michael asked as he watched Peter kneeling beside where he was sitting, rubbing his face against the outer edge of Michael's thigh. Peter didn't respond, but continued nuzzling against Michael's leg, angling his head so that his big brown eyes stared directly into Michael's, silently begging him to touch him back.
Michael had to admit it was sort of hot, in a weird kind of way, but it was also confusing.
"You remind me of a dog now," Michael said, as he began running his right hand through Peter's hair, petting him as he laid his head down in his lap. He began giving him a light scratch behind his ears, figuring that that was the sort of thing dogs liked, and Peter leaned into his touch, making soft noises of satisfaction, almost like purring.
"Now you're a cat," he mused. "You need to make up your mind."
Peter lifted his head just enough to roll his eyes at Michael before resuming his languid nuzzling, pushing his face closer and closer towards Michael's torso.
Most of the time, Peter liked to talk, and most of the time, Michael liked to listen, but there was something pleasing about his silence now, his actions saying more than words ever could. He rested his head in Michael's lap, facing him, as Michael continued running his fingers through his hair, occasionally dropping his hand slightly to brush the edge of his thumb against Peter's mouth, gently parting his lips. He could feel Peter's hot breath against his hand now, against his body, mere inches from his rapidly hardening cock which was beginning to strain against the fabric of his trousers, wanting so desperately to be inside that wet mouth.
"This has been fun and all, but I think I need you to be a human for what's about to happen next," he said as he unzipped his jeans. The hand that had been stroking Peter's hair now began guiding his face towards his now-freed erection. Peter paused for a second, glancing up at Michael as he licked his lips.
"Any time you're ready," Michael said, relishing the sensation of control. "But don't wait too long."
He hadn't needed to worry about waiting, as Peter set to work almost immediately, giving a few doting licks up and down his length before taking him into his mouth as far as he could manage. He glanced expectantly up at Michael when he could, but what Peter was expecting from him, Michael couldn't imagine. All he knew was Peter was beautiful when he was like this, and his mouth felt amazing, and Michael was coming before he knew it, eyes shut and breath hitching. He returned to his senses just in time to catch Peter's displeased-yet-dutiful expression as he swallowed, and he instinctively reached out to pat him on the head before sinking back into the chair in a post-orgasmic haze.
"Good boy."