More Than a Nekoboy (JoongDunk)

— Are you pregnant?

— Yes, Jack, I'm pregnant. No matter how many times you ask, the answer won't change.

— Damn it, Dunk, this isn't a good time. Your contracts... your fans...

— ...I don't care about the contracts. And the fans, if they really are fans, will be happy for me. Either way, this isn't a choice, and I'm not going to hide it.

— Give me a moment to think.

I know Jack cares about me like a father, but it hurts that he's putting work before my baby.

— I think we should do a press release, include Joong and the baby.

— Okay... I need to talk to him first, but he was willing to go public with me, so I don't think it'll be a problem.

— Good. Talk to him, and then let's meet the three of us. We need to make sure they fall in love with him and the baby, with your family.

— Jack, if it doesn't work out, if people try to hurt my family, I'll quit.

— I understand.

— Good. I'm going to see Joong now, and I'll call you with whatever we decide so we can meet again, okay?

— Alright. Dunk... you know you're like a son to me. It's not that I'm not happy for you, it's just that I'm worried.

— I know.

— Okay, go ahead. Call me when you're done, please.

— Of course. Talk later.

— Bye, bye.

I leave the building through the parking garage and drive to Joong's flower shop.

I park right out front and walk in.

— Joong?

I see him come out of the office with my favorite smile.

— What's the cutest kitty in the world doing here? Is everything okay with my guy?

— Hahaha... the baby's perfect, and so am I. Can we talk?

— I'm all yours, but come here.

He guides me to the counter, sits me on it, and wraps his arms around my waist. This position makes me feel nervous. Not sure if "nervous" is the right word.

— What do you need to talk about?

— Jack wants to meet with the three of us to plan a press conference, to introduce you and our baby.

— He wants to commercialize our story?

— Not exactly... he wants them to like you so they'll keep liking me, and he wants them to accept the baby without question. He thinks we can adjust to our needs and the baby's. He also thinks this could help grow your business if you wanted.

— Do you still want to work as a model?

— It's my job. It's what I know how to do, what I'm good at.

— I'll respect your decision, Dunk. It's fine if you want to do this, but I want you to do it because it's what *you* want. I don't like when you say it's what you're good at, as if you don't have other options. You do.

— What options? I'm not going to be a kept man.

— Even if you didn't work, you wouldn't be "kept." I'm sure you're more than financially secure.

— Mmm... maybe... but I don't want to be the one sitting at home waiting for you.

— Hahaha... alright, listen, you have options. You could open something of your own, work with me, do social media on your own... and if we really think about it, we could come up with more, like becoming a stylist, a manager... you know the industry inside and out.

— Mmm... you're so sexy when you go all "problem-solver mode."

— Hahaha... you're the sexy one, kitty.

The tension rises as we stare at each other. Who's going to give in first?

I start purring.

Joong groans.

— You tricky kitty.

Then he kisses me. It's an aggressive kiss; he's devouring me. My excitement rises, and I moan into his mouth as I press my body against his. He breaks the kiss, panting.

— Wait, kitty. I need to lock the door. I want to take my time with you.

— Mmm...

He lets me go, and I watch him lock the door and flip the sign to "Closed." He comes back to me, lifts me into his arms, and carries me to a small break room. He sits down on the red sofa with me on his lap. He turns me around so my back is pressed against his chest, and he takes off my shirt, then his own.

— I want to feel your skin, kitty.

He sniffs my neck.

— You smell delicious.

His hands move to the button of my pants, undoing it. His hand slips into my underwear, and I let my head fall back, resting on his shoulder.

— Mmmm... you're already hard and wet. Lift your hips, love. I want you naked.

I obey. He strips me of everything that touches my skin. We return to the same position, and Joong's hands are everywhere. I'm melting. I'm lost in the pleasure.

Joong bites my neck, sucking and marking me. One of his hands strokes me while the other is inside me.

— Get up and turn around.

I obey again.

Joong grabs me and licks me before taking me into his mouth. The rhythm is crazy. One of his fingers enters and exits me at the same time. I can't hold it anymore. In no time, I come, spilling out the corner of his mouth as he smiles with my cock still in his mouth. What a sight...

— Now you're going to...

— No.

— No?

— No.

Joong smiles at me.

— Are you sure, babe?

— Yes, I want to change positions.

The surprise on Joong's face doesn't last long. I see him get even more excited, and we quickly switch places.

Now his cock is right in front of my face. It's beautiful. Big. Thick. Veiny with a wide head. My mouth waters.

— Dunki, baby, don't push yourself...

I don't let him finish. I grab it with one hand and lick its full length. When I reach the tip, I plant a kiss on it, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting the tip to my upper lip.

Joong's face is red, his eyes half-closed, and his mouth slightly open.

— Daddy, are you going to feed me?

— Fuck!

He grabs my head with both hands.

— If I go too far, tap me, and now open that pretty mouth for Daddy.

And now I obey again, letting him fuck my mouth rough and wild.

Joong's moans are driving me crazy, and I need to touch myself.

— Fuck, kitty, you've got an amazing mouth. You're really hungry, huh? Don't worry, I'm going to give you your milk soon...

I stroke myself in sync with his rhythm, and when I feel Joong come down my throat, I can't hold it any longer and I climax.

— That was incredible, my love... are you okay?

I lick my lips.

— Perfectly fed, my love.

— My kitty is such a tease...

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