Lumi remembered affection; he'd had a lot of it at the pet shop, playing with the others and making his best hopeful eyes at the customers. Even Master Edward was pleased with him at first--Lumi used to sit under the desk, before he got so big, and noisy, and was bad all the time.
But nobody had ever scratched behind Lumi's ears quite like that. Maybe if he was good for Master Caleb, he'd get more scratches. It was wonderful!
Still, once Master Caleb was looking at him, he whined and fidgeted, torn between good strong feelings and a sharp curiosity. Was it going to hurt?
It wasn't like anybody'd ever petted him this way. Even the vet had--it was hazy--he remembered the medicine had pinched him, sharp in the haunches, and then he'd kind of floated. Everything was vague and sleepy while they--with a little light. When that didn't work, or wasn't enough, they'd brought out something else, something bigger they wouldn't quite let him see, a hard metal thing. Even floating, the metal hurt, and he'd struggled with them a bit, growling unhappily with his tail wagging frantic to show it wasn't on purpose. They needed to make sure he wasn't sick or hurt. They'd needed to see, so he'd laid as still as he could and tried not to cry too much.
But this was something else entirely. This was miles apart from that, Master Caleb watching him carefully, eyes searching his face before sweeping over his body, something delicious and curious sparking in Master's scent for the way Lumi opened up.
It was easier, with that lovely smell, with the soft praise, to lay back and be looked over. Just like that.
He couldn't help an eager whine for the gentle, steady stroking, but he tried to hold still. Master Caleb kept going until his hand was all wet, and for a sharp, bad second Lumi worried he'd get his nose put in it--
Instead, Master Caleb took him in hand. Lumi jolted, all instinct, hips rutting up against his fingers with a low hungry noise. He'd never--it wasn't allowed, and oh when he'd ruined the furniture, it was--but that didn't stop Master Caleb. It didn't even slow him down. Instead he set an easy pace, loose on the upstroke, and let Lumi chase his hand, up and down, up and down. It was so good, like the pressure building inside him finally had a way out, one they were chasing together, even as it somehow sharpened more.
He let out a little yelp of surprise: he'd never been petted inside, hadn't quite realized that was possible, let alone that it would feel this way, hot and slippery and starlit when something connected, just to the curl of Master's fingers. Now he was in a bit of a bind. Reaching up gave him beautiful squeezes and pushing back down eased that grip, but brought questing fingers closer to their goal.
"Wow," thick against his teeth, half a bark, "Oh, wow, Master, please--"
He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, only that it felt amazing, and he wanted it a lot.
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But nobody had ever scratched behind Lumi's ears quite like that. Maybe if he was good for Master Caleb, he'd get more scratches. It was wonderful!
Still, once Master Caleb was looking at him, he whined and fidgeted, torn between good strong feelings and a sharp curiosity. Was it going to hurt?
It wasn't like anybody'd ever petted him this way. Even the vet had--it was hazy--he remembered the medicine had pinched him, sharp in the haunches, and then he'd kind of floated. Everything was vague and sleepy while they--with a little light. When that didn't work, or wasn't enough, they'd brought out something else, something bigger they wouldn't quite let him see, a hard metal thing. Even floating, the metal hurt, and he'd struggled with them a bit, growling unhappily with his tail wagging frantic to show it wasn't on purpose. They needed to make sure he wasn't sick or hurt. They'd needed to see, so he'd laid as still as he could and tried not to cry too much.
But this was something else entirely. This was miles apart from that, Master Caleb watching him carefully, eyes searching his face before sweeping over his body, something delicious and curious sparking in Master's scent for the way Lumi opened up.
It was easier, with that lovely smell, with the soft praise, to lay back and be looked over. Just like that.
He couldn't help an eager whine for the gentle, steady stroking, but he tried to hold still. Master Caleb kept going until his hand was all wet, and for a sharp, bad second Lumi worried he'd get his nose put in it--
Instead, Master Caleb took him in hand. Lumi jolted, all instinct, hips rutting up against his fingers with a low hungry noise. He'd never--it wasn't allowed, and oh when he'd ruined the furniture, it was--but that didn't stop Master Caleb. It didn't even slow him down. Instead he set an easy pace, loose on the upstroke, and let Lumi chase his hand, up and down, up and down. It was so good, like the pressure building inside him finally had a way out, one they were chasing together, even as it somehow sharpened more.
He let out a little yelp of surprise: he'd never been petted inside, hadn't quite realized that was possible, let alone that it would feel this way, hot and slippery and starlit when something connected, just to the curl of Master's fingers. Now he was in a bit of a bind. Reaching up gave him beautiful squeezes and pushing back down eased that grip, but brought questing fingers closer to their goal.
"Wow," thick against his teeth, half a bark, "Oh, wow, Master, please--"
He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, only that it felt amazing, and he wanted it a lot.