The Present
By Demeter
Macavity sighed deeply. Had everyone really forgotten? He curled up into a ball and buried his face in his hands - Even Munkustrap had forgotten that it was his birthday! Feeling a neglected and unloved, he sighed once again and fell asleep where he lay.
He awoke an hour or so later when someone opened the door. He looked up, his crystal-blue eyes still half-closed. He felt a little better when he saw who the intruder was; it was his lover Munkustrap. “Hi, sweetie,” the silver tabby said softly, sitting down on the bed and smiling.
“H'llo,” Macavity said glumly, laying his head back down on the pillows.
“What's wrong?” Munkustrap asked, frowning slightly. He placed a strong hand on Macavity's unruly red mane.
Macavity didn't want to upset Munkustrap so he merely said, “Nothing.”
“Well, I brought you a present, if you want it,” Munku teased.
“You remembered?” Macavity's face brightened and he smiled.
“Of course! I'd never forget my own love's birthday,” Munkustrap said. He grinned and backed out of the room. He came back a moment later with a large cake, covered in thick, fluffy frosting.
“Ooh, it looks delicious,” Macavity said, his eyes shining as Munkustrap handed him the cake. Munkustrap produced two forks from behind his back and handed one to Macavity.
“Open wide,” he said, and placed a bite of cake onto Macavity's pink tongue. “Good?”
“Wonderful,” Macavity said around the mouthful of cake. He swallowed and fed Munkustrap a piece of cake. “You like it?”
“It tastes good,” Munkustrap said slowly, “but not as good as you.” He pressed his lips to Macavity's and laughed softly.
“Ooh, forward, aren't we?” Macavity teased, and nibbled sweetly on Munkustrap's tongue.
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An hour or so later, the cake was almost gone, save for half a piece that neither one of them wanted. Macavity's head rested comfortably on Munkustrap's stomach, and he felt as though he had never been happier. He sat up a little and noticed that Munkustrap had a tiny bit of pink frosting on his nose.
“Munku,” he said, “lemme take care of that....” He leaned over and wrapped his tongue around Munkustrap's soft, warm nose and sucked gently on it.
“Hey!” Munkustrap laughed, “stop it. That tickles.” He reached up and tickled Macavity's stomach, relishing the feeling of the muscles contracting beneath his paw. He sat up and, grinning maniacally, tackled Macavity and pinned him to the ground, tickling his stomach mercilessly.
“Stop!” Macavity gasped, laughing so hard he couldn't see straight. “Seriously! I can't breathe!” As soon as Munkustrap stopped, Macavity sat up straight and stared, unblinking, at Munkustrap.
“What?” The silver tabby asked. “More frosting?” Macavity remained silent. “WHAT are you staring at?!”
“This,” Macavity said simply, and leaned over. He grabbed Munkustrap's face with his paws and began to kiss him passionately. Munkustrap, once he got over the initial surprise, returned the kiss. After a few moments, Macavity came up for a breath. The look in his eyes....the smile that crept over his face...Munkustrap couldn't resist. He pulled Macavity into a standing position and slowly moved his paws down the ginger cat's side, down to his thighs. He felt around until he found Macavity's most sensitive area. He knew he had found it because the ginger Tom began to whimper and tremble uncontrollably.
“Aha,” Munkustrap murmured. He moved his paws slowly, deliberately, fingering softly, sometimes roughly
.“Munkustrap...” Macavity moaned. It was almost unbearable, but the silver Tom was only beginning. He picked Macavity up bodily and placed him on his stomach on the bed. He took Macavity's thighs in his paws and spread his legs apart. He drew his claws softly up and down Macavity's legs, until he reached his bottom. He lowered his head until he was close enough to taste Macavity's hot fur.
“No....Munku.....you don't have to....” But he was cut off when he felt Munkustrap move inside of him. He gasped at this new, exciting feeling, and let out a long, shuddering breath. Munkustrap turned his mate over and began exploring him with his tongue, tasting every inch of Macavity's hot, sweaty core. He touched ever so gently with his fingers, making Macavity call out his name aloud in pleasure.
Exhausted and panting, the couple lay down, enjoying the remnants of the ecstasy that had just occurred between them. Munkustrap wrapped his arms around his mate, feeling his damp fur and deep, quivering breaths.
“Macavity?”
“Mmm....what?” the ginger Tom asked sleepily.
“Happy birthday.”