"What time will you be back?" Daotok asked, keeping his tone casual despite the racing of his heart.
"Probably around nine," Arthit replied, slipping on his watch.
Daotok nodded, playing it cool. "Nine P.M. it is. Don't come back earlier."
Arthit gave him a suspicious glance but smiled anyway. "Got it. I'll be looking forward to the surprise."
"One more thing..." Daotok added, tilting his head slightly, voice laced with warning. "Don't tease me."
Arthit chuckled under his breath, stepping closer. "I won't. Good luck. I'm off." He ruffled Daotok's hair gently, then leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. A small gesture—intimate and warm. And then he was gone, the quiet click of the front door echoing through the penthouse.
Daotok exhaled the breath he'd been holding. Game time. He turned on his heel and padded back inside, heart fluttering with nerves and anticipation. It had been over eight months since they moved to New York, taking up residence in the sleek penthouse perched atop the record label's skyscraper. The apartment across the hall belonged to his uncle, making the commute convenient for Arthit's work—one of the reasons they chose this place.
Unfortunately, that decision also meant leaving Khun Jeon behind. His grandmother had insisted it was too risky to bring the dog overseas, especially with the long flight. She promised to care for him as her own, and Daotok had reluctantly agreed. The penthouse wasn't as grand as their last one but made up for it with charm.
It had two levels: the lower floor hosted a contemporary kitchen, an airy living room, a quiet art nook, a home theater, and a small balcony garden. The upper level was a mezzanine—open and minimalist—housing their bedroom, a large bathroom, and a second balcony with a narrow lap pool and a panoramic view of the city skyline.
The glass walls surrounding them painted a glittering frame of New York's hustle and chaos. He'd grown used to it—somehow comforted by the noise, the lights, the pulse of the city that never slept. And today? Today wasn't just any day. It was Arthit's birthday.
In the past, birthdays had been lowkey—meals, small gifts, and a quiet evening in. But this year, Daotok wanted more. He wanted to surprise him in a way he never had before—one that Arthit would never forget. Of course, Arthit had already caught on that something was in the works.
Yesterday, he casually asked where they were going for dinner. Daotok had just smiled and told him to stick to his normal routine, promising a surprise when he returned. That alone had lit up Arthit's face. As Daotok passed the display shelf, his gaze landed on five miniature figurines—each one a near-perfect likeness of Arthit, dressed in different outfits. He shook his head with a fond smile.
Arthit had those custom-made for Daotok's birthday, likely out of jealousy from all the attention he gave his anime collection. The figurines were hand-sculpted in Japan—detailed, expensive, and absurdly accurate. He never stopped teasing him about it. But today wasn't about figurines. No, this gift was far more intimate.
Daotok ducked into the storage room, reaching for the large box he'd hidden weeks ago. Arthit never entered this room—he was safe. He carried the box carefully into the bedroom and peeled back the layers of wrapping with trembling hands. Even now, he hesitated. Was this too much? Would Arthit laugh? Would he like it? He bit his lip and opened it anyway.
Inside were the items he'd ordered online, after weeks of browsing forums and whispering questions into anonymous search engines. A black choker with a silver bell. Soft cat-paw gloves. A headband with matching ears. Thigh-high socks. A tail plug—long and plush and black. And a vibrator shaped like a string of small beads.
Heat rushed to his cheeks as he touched each item. It was one thing to imagine it, another to hold it. The idea had made his stomach twist with nerves even back then, but the thought of Arthit's reaction gave him the courage to go through with it. He hid the box beneath the bed for now and got to work. Fairy lights were strung carefully from the entrance to the bedroom. Scents of lavender and vanilla filled the air from the candles he lit one by one.
Rose petals lined the hallway and trailed toward the bed, which he kept dimly lit with only the soft glow of a bedside lamp. When everything was perfect, he showered, heart thumping faster with each passing minute. He returned to the bedroom with trembling hands, slipping on the choker first, followed by the ears, the socks, and—after another hesitant pause—the tail plug. The coolness of the toy made him flinch as he pushed it in slowly, carefully, his breath catching in his throat.
The plug shifted inside him, rubbing against sensitive places he didn't know existed. He sat down, trying to breathe through the unfamiliar sensation, cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling rapidly. He glanced at the clock. 8:40 P.M. Twenty minutes left. He posed on the bed, removing the gloves for convenience, then lay back. The room felt warmer now, charged. He coated his fingers in lube and slowly began preparing himself further, stretching, easing the discomfort until his body began to react. His length hardened against his belly, breath now quick and uneven.
He gasped softly as the plug moved with each shift of his hips. Sticky. Strange. But... thrilling. Then he heard it. The soft click of the front door unlocking.
9 P.M. Right on time.
The bedroom door creaked open slowly, and there he was—Arthit, backlit by the soft gold of the fairy lights, his tall frame freezing in the doorway. He didn't speak. He just stared. Daotok flushed under his gaze but forced a shaky smile, raising his hands to his cheeks with a soft, breathy:
"...Meow."
Arthit closed the door behind him. Slowly, he stepped forward, his boots silent against the polished wood floor. The look in his eyes was unreadable —somewhere between stunned disbelief and carnal hunger. He reached the bed, leaned down, and kissed him—briefly, hungrily. Then he pulled back, his expression shifting into a sly smirk.
"This is a real surprise."
Daotok looked up at him, chest rising. "Do you like it?"
"Oh, I like it," Arthit murmured, his voice thick. "A lot. Too much."
Daotok yelped softly as Arthit guided him onto his side, fingers gripping the base of the tail.
"Ah—wait," he gasped, the motion making the plug twist inside him.
Arthit played with it teasingly, eyes gleaming. "Where did you even learn about this stuff?"
"The internet," Daotok whispered, completely red now.
Arthit laughed, low and rough. "Dangerous place."
He tugged at the choker next, fingers brushing his throat. "So... if you're a cat now, what else can you do?"
Daotok didn't answer. Instead, he climbed into Arthit's lap, nuzzling into his neck like a kitten, kissing and nipping lightly at his skin. Arthit leaned back, letting him explore, his hands moving down Daotok's bare back until they found the tail again.
Each twist, each tug made Daotok squirm. He was melting under his touch, rutting helplessly against Arthit's stomach. And then Arthit's hand brushed something on the bed. He picked it up. The vibrator.
"A vibrating egg, too?" he asked, lifting it with amusement.
Daotok averted his gaze. "I thought... you might want to use it. With me."
Arthit didn't respond. He just removed the plug with one swift pull— leaving Daotok gasping—before sliding the vibrator in instead.
"Didn't think you'd go this far," he said, his voice darker now.
"Do you like it?" Daotok asked timidly.
"Yes," Arthit replied, gaze intense. Then, without breaking eye contact, he pressed the remote.
The toy inside came to life.
Daotok arched with a cry, thighs trembling as he was overtaken by the sudden waves of stimulation.
"Ahh! Oh!"
Arthit watched him fall apart. "Do you use this on yourself when I'm not here?"
"N-No!" Daotok shook his head, breathless. "I've never used it before!"
Arthit narrowed his eyes, possessiveness flaring. "Really?"
Daotok whimpered, writhing under the toy's vibrations. "It feels weird... but good..."
"Which do you prefer?" Arthit asked, leaning in, his voice dangerously low.
"This... or me?"
The question hit Daotok like a punch.
He realized then—Arthit was jealous. Jealous of a toy.
"A-Ahh! I-If you don't like it, just t-take it out!" he moaned, his voice shaking with vulnerability.
Arthit didn't answer with words. Instead, he hummed lowly, the sound vibrating deep in his chest as he gripped Daotok's hips and repositioned him on all fours with firm, deliberate strength. The movement jolted the vibrator deeper inside Daotok, sending a new wave of pleasure rippling through him. His thighs quivered. His hips felt weak, overstimulated, but oh—how it burned in the most blissful way.
His breath came in short, desperate bursts. His skin slick with sweat, Daotok barely registered the sound of Arthit's zipper until his chin was tipped upward and something thick and hot pressed past his lips. His eyes widened in shock.
Arthit slid in without warning, his full length breaching Daotok's mouth with one brutal thrust. Daotok gagged, throat constricting as tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks. The intrusion was overwhelming—but not unfamiliar.
"More," Arthit growled, hips already moving. "Ah... yeah, more."
Daotok obeyed, opening his mouth wider, desperate not to scrape with his teeth. Arthit's girth filled him completely, each thrust brushing the back of his throat with rhythmic force. Every movement made his eyes water more, his moans muffled and wet around Arthit's cock.
"Do it properly," Arthit ordered, voice thick with need.
"Mmh! Mmh..." Daotok whimpered in response, his mouth stuffed too full to speak.
"Lick it."
He did, swirling his tongue around the tip when Arthit briefly paused his movements. He lapped at the slit, then sucked gently, hands trembling as he wrapped one around Arthit's base to stroke in tandem with his mouth.
"Faster," came the next command.
The vibrations still pulsing inside Daotok made it nearly impossible to concentrate. His body jerked with every tremor, muscles tightening, breath faltering. He whimpered again, hips twitching as pleasure mounted rapidly. He licked from base to tip in a slow drag, then looked up at Arthit with teary, pleading eyes. "Arthit... enough... please," he whispered, voice hoarse.
"Enough? What do you mean?" Arthit asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a taunting smile.
"T-The vibrator... it feels weird," Daotok admitted, shivering. "But... g-good too."
Arthit's hand slid between Daotok's legs, fingers closing around his twitching cock. "You're squirming so much," he said, rubbing slow, torturous circles into the head.
"Ah!" Daotok choked on the sound, body writhing uncontrollably under his touch.
"It feels good, but strange," he panted, gasping for air. "A-Ah..."
"Then why did you buy it?" Arthit teased.
"B-Because I thought you'd like it! I wanted to surprise you—ahh!" Daotok cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation flooding through him. "But... I want you more..."
"Then do it properly," Arthit said again, his voice like steel wrapped in silk.
Daotok nodded weakly. "Mm... okay..."
He returned to work, mouth and hand moving in unison until Arthit finally let out a groan and came, thick ropes painting Daotok's flushed face. He turned off the vibrator and reached for tissues, gently wiping him clean.
"Here. Drink this." He handed Daotok a bottle of water.
Daotok drank greedily, his throat raw. As Arthit turned to set the bottle on the nightstand, Daotok seized the moment. He slid the vibrator out with a soft gasp, tossed it aside, and crawled forward. Without hesitation, he straddled Arthit's lap, gripping his thick length and positioning it at his entrance. In one bold, desperate move, he sank down, taking all of Arthit in one go.
His body convulsed.
The fullness, the heat, the raw pressure—everything hit at once, and he came instantly with a broken cry, clenching tightly around Arthit.
"Already finished?" Arthit laughed, amused by his lover's eagerness.
Daotok buried his face in Arthit's neck, embarrassed. He nodded sheepishly.
"It's b-because it's you... and I was holding back..."
He slowly lifted his hips, pushing a finger inside himself to stretch once more, then lowered again, guiding Arthit back in. His legs trembled, but he steadied himself, placing both hands on Arthit's chest before beginning to ride him with slow, practiced movements.
He pushed Arthit down, straddling him completely, fingers pressed against his firm abdomen for leverage. Their bodies moved in sync, each thrust striking deep. Heat coiled low in Daotok's belly as he cried out, breathless.
"Aahh! Ahh—ahhh!" His moans echoed, desperate and high-pitched. Beneath him, Arthit grunted, hips rising to meet each bounce. His face was flushed, eyes glazed over with lust.
"You look so indecent," Daotok teased breathlessly, captivated by the sight.
"Look at yourself first," Arthit shot back, voice rough with arousal.
Daotok laughed, then slammed his hips down harder, earning a growl from his lover.
"What about me—ah! Mmm!" he whimpered, trembling under the force.
"You're the reason it's this hard," Arthit groaned.
"So? Don't like it?" Daotok narrowed his eyes, teasing through clenched teeth.
"I love it," Arthit confessed, gripping Daotok's hips tightly, guiding their rhythm.
Daotok reached down to intertwine their hands. His hips began to roll in slow, teasing circles. Arthit bit his lower lip, overwhelmed by the friction. Every tiny motion made him twitch deeper inside.
"Mmm... it feels so good," Daotok murmured, shivering.
Then Arthit flipped them both, pinning Daotok beneath him with ease. With renewed energy, he drove into him—deep, sharp, relentless. The room filled with the slap of skin and desperate cries as they lost themselves in each other. Hours later, Daotok lay sprawled against Arthit's bare chest, completely spent. His limbs were heavy, body marked by the evidence of their passion.
"Arthit," he whispered, voice barely audible.
"Hm?" came the sleepy response.
"Did you not like my surprise today?"
"I did," Arthit murmured with a chuckle. "You were cute as hell. But I'm not really into toys. Not my thing."
Daotok hummed, nuzzling closer as Arthit's hand settled lazily on his hip.
"Just remember," Arthit added, voice low but possessive. "Only I get to make you feel good. Nothing else."
A soft smile curved Daotok's lips. "I should've known better... someone as
possessive as you."
"Possessive? Damn right. You're mine. I'm not letting anyone—or anything —touch you."
Daotok rolled his eyes, warmth blooming in his chest. The discarded vibrator and accessories lay forgotten on the floor.
"But the cat outfit?" Arthit said with a crooked grin. "That was a win."
Daotok scoffed. "And the tail?"
"That one's forgiven," he smirked.
"Happy birthday, by the way," Daotok said, glancing at the clock. 11:55 P.M.
"Got plenty from work," Arthit shrugged.
"I didn't get you anything. Just this surprise... and it was hard enough to plan," Daotok admitted.
"You being with me is the best gift I could ever ask for," Arthit said honestly.
Daotok blinked, surprised. "That was unexpectedly sweet."
"It's from the heart."
"You've been buttering me up every day."
"Consistency is key," Arthit murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Find more outfits next time. I bet you'd look good in anything."
"Fine... whatever you say," Daotok muttered, a small, fond smile tugging at his lips.