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vanilla sighed as he strutted to his room, today is expectedly exhausting—more than the controlled chaos he used to. he collapsed his form into the mattress, not really caring about changing his outfit too beat up to actually take an action.
looked up at the ceiling in a lethargic manner, and he tried to flashback to today's events. capriciously chose his job as a police officer, peer pressured by his colleagues to be the chief, bound to his endless tasks of chasing criminals, training the newbies, and worst of all: the mountain of paperwork.
once again, vanilla exhaled dejectedly. he assured himself to work harder to find his replacement.
as he delved more into his memory, vanilla couldn't stop himself from quirking a smile; his eyes twinkled as he reminisced about the antics of a certain redhead, "a taxi driver, huh?" his giggle transformed into a guffaw.
from vanilla personal perspective, lauren should be the least person ever to try doing a white job, reckoned his long list of criminal offenses under his belt. he thinks he laughed the hardest today in the face of lauren's shenanigans.
clearing his mind as he ruffled his blue hair, vanilla decided to open his smartphone and start scrolling the timeline. lots and lots of information that he needs to process. but as he scrolls, one particular post catches his eye.
'☆☆☆ Grand Opening Trinity Force~ ₍=^. .^=₎ ☆☆☆
A Meownderful Cat Cafe is Meowpening at 8521!? ฅ (= •⩊• = )ฅ
Meow about relaxing with delicious food and drinks while being soothed by our delightful cats? (^• ﻌ •^)
Our unique staff are meowting for you to come to the store (•⩊•ฅ)’
he squinted at the familiarity shown in the post’s caption; it reminded him of lauren with his fondness for the use of kaomoji plus cute emphasis here and there. but as he traced back to the picture attached, he couldn't help but release a little yelp, "rahim-san!?"
what a surprise. a man like ibrahim, whom he thought was someone nonchalant enough that would never be caught with something associated with being cute. but here he is, looking intently at the said person wearing a cat ears bandana in a full-fledged white suit—and did he see a tail attachment? he couldn't believe this man works as manager at the cat cafe. what kind of fate did ibrahim must have been through to reach that point of shamelessness?
at this point, it's really useless to try hard thinking of the reason. he would just accept it as a nature of this city (ignorance is indeed bliss).
vanilla carelessly dropped his phone from his grip onto the mattress. contemplating whether he should shower or stay lying until his sleepiness eats him out.
a click and soft thud could be heard from the apartment's door. vanilla could greet the culprit but was too idle to do it. he could hear steps inching closer to his space as he silently counted down moments for the bedroom door to open.
“welcome back, how is your—” vanilla's words stuck in his throat. he couldn't finish his sentence and stopped his track, half lying with his elbow, enduring his unstable upward body mass. vanilla gapes at the sight in front of him; his beloved partner in a familiar costume he had seen earlier on another.
white suit, red tie, black gloves, black frilled headpiece, a pair of red cat ears, plus the tail. it’s overkill. what the fuck—is what he would like to say, but wisely he chose to remain silent. vanilla thinks better when he is shuts up, because whatever comes out of his mouth at this moment wouldn’t be pretty.
“vani, what’s wrong...?” red hair swayed as the owner tilted his head carefully.
ugh, please stop it. unconsciously, vanilla covering his face with his hand, he is not god’s strongest soldier; his patience is running thin. an arch formed with his eyebrow, “are you seriously asking me that?”
as a person at the end of the question, with a pursed lips lauren earnestly thinks about the answer. after a certain moment of pause, once again the red crown wobbles in a flurry manner, and he can’t produce a response.
vanilla scrutinized lauren appearance from top to bottom. feeling the intense gaze made lauren shudder lightly, “vani, i'm seriously frightened right now...”
“your attire.”
lauren’s eyes flicker for a second before nodding his head along, “ah, did this costume interest you? our cat cafe decided to set this attire as a uniform, quite amusing, isn’t it? it's comical that the uncles in our shop tried to act coquettish in front of customers!” a big grin displayed on his face, his voice full of excitement, as he narrated his experience.
gnawing at his lips, vanilla deep in thought, “does that mean you do the same thing?”
“well, yes... for fun? i mean, everyone did it!” lauren replied swiftly.
a hum slip from vanilla, “lauren-san, are you teasing me, or do you really not understand what i mean? it’s completely different when others and you did it.”
after he finished studying lauren’s clueless expression, vanilla roughly ruffled his hair in front of his partner helplessness, “it seems like i have to discipline you. what a bad cat—”
abruptly, vanilla yanked lauren’s arm and let his partner fall on top of him. a sharp gasp could be heard from lauren, but he disregarded it in favor of closing the distance between both of them.
success tightly cradled lauren, vanilla starts to nip at his partner’s ear, lace with licks, knowing really well that it’s one of lauren’s weakest points, “please embrace yourself, lauren-san. i won’t let you sleep tonight...”
lauren's plea falls on deaf ears.
mess: a word that can describe the current scene. lauren’s uniform, the source of vanilla’s agitation was disheveled badly—far from its prime state. all that remains is the red tie that hangs loosely around lauren’s neck, and a pair of cat ears that vanilla keeps adjusting in the midst of their deeds.
“ah! mmnh—, e-enough vani, i can’t take it anymore...” moans continuously escaped from lauren’s lips.
vanilla snickered as he listened to lauren. he moved his fingers to stimulate lauren's erect nipples. his lips kissed lauren’s reddened earlobe while he breathed teasingly into his ear, “even though you said that, your body is really honest. you've come several times already, but your hips are still moving.”
“s–shut up...!” lauren uttered his reply falteringly, saliva flowing uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth because he couldn't close his mouth.
“why are you so cute?” gripping lauren’s hips harder, vanilla’s breath ragged when he increased his speed as he closed to ejaculate.
“let's come together—”
lauren, who’s on the verge of losing his consciousness, could only nod weakly as a response to vanilla’s proposal, “s-soon... nnhg, i’m cumming—”
semen spurt rapidly into lauren’s hole, simultaneously vanilla increasingly closing their gap as he bites into lauren’s nape; proudly marking his partner. for him, this very moment that was unbearably heavy and thick, fit them so much.
after getting his breath back, vanilla slowly pulled out and carefully turned over lauren’s body, “hm? did lauren-san pass out...?”
vanilla brushed lauren’s unkempt hair, “well, tomorrow i must apologize for my behavior... but it’s mostly your fault that provoked me,” he chuckled while lovingly stroking lauren’s cheek, “however, i'm glad that only i can see you this intimate.”