Ares' POV

When I wake up, the scent of snow and mint is so strong, my eyes roll at how devine it smells, the cold scent sending shivers up my spine. I peak open my eyes, weary of the light coming in from the far window. My tired eyes come in contact with a silent Thomas who's laying so sweetly on my chest. My face almost flushes at the thought of how close he is, but I watch with a smile on my face at how peaceful he looks. He's absentmindedly tracing patterns on my chest sending shivers of desire up my spine.

As much as I would love to stare at my Lock for hours on end, I really need to pee, and even though he's not heavy, the extra pressure in my bladder is not helping.

     "Hello." I greet Thomas to get his attention, my voice gravely from the after cry nap I just took. Seems like some facts stay true well into adulthood: those naps are the best naps. He startles at my voice and snaps his head to look at him through his lashes as his fingers stop their delicious torture.

     He smiles weakly up at me before shifting to sit up slightly, taking his hand away from my chest. "You're awake." He says, a bit obviously, I might add.

     "Yes, I think my bladder woke me up. You know, the one you're currently sitting on?" I answer through a grimace as I try to smile through the need to pee. His face darkens fifty shades of red as he scrambles off the couch and my body. I chuckle at his expression before lifting myself off the couch and heading towards the bathroom. Once in the enclosed space and my bladder is finally emptied, I can't help the panicked look I send myself in the mirror, only being visible in my eyes, the rest of my face stoic and hard.

     I try to lift my lips into at least a ghost of a smile but it looks more like a strange grimace then anything. I shake my head in annoyance at the pitiful attempt and hurry to dry my hands so that the ache in my chest would let up a little. I swing open the door to head back to the living room where Thomas is but he's already there leaning on the walls across from the door.

     I send him a questioning look but it's seemingly ignored as he pushes himself off the wall and begins walking back towards the main rooms. "Do you happen to have any food?" He asks as he shoves his hands in his pockets. I follow him closely but weary of getting too close to make him uncomfortable as I snort at his answer.

     "No, I live off of sarcasm and naps." I reply sarcastically. Though now that I think about it, that may not be too far of a stretch. I wait for Thomas' snarky reply, loving how he always has one ready for me, but surprisingly none come. Okay this is getting weird. He's being nice and I don't like it. I inwardly pout as we make it to the kitchen, going to open the fridge to see what's in it.

     "No it's fine, I got it. Just go sit down somewhere." Okay see now that. I don't like that. It's like he thinks because he hurt my nonexistent feelings that he has to baby me now. He doesn't. I glower at him as he pushes me off to the side to reach in the fridge for the makes of a sandwich.

     "Thomas." I call out to him, but he ignores me, yet again. My calm aura that I had when waking up under him, is quickly disappearing into frustration, because this is not my Lock. This is someone that he thinks I want him to be, but if he's not trying to beat me up and bringing me down a few pegs, I don't want it. I step in front of my little spitfire and grab his attention by blocking him in between the fridge and my body.

     "Can you move please I need to make some food." He says blankly staring at the floor, his eyes dull and lifeless.

     "No. I don't want a stupid sandwich, Thomas." I see his muscles tense up but he relaxes them once again and I'm this close to either banging my head or my Lock against the wall.

     He puts the stuff back into the fridge and turns back towards me. "What would you like to eat then?" He asks so damn politely I want to vomit. I sigh inwardly. I didn't want to have to use such drastic measures but it seems as if I must. I like Thomas' spunk and how he would rather argue and fight than submit willingly, in all the arguments we had the only thing I could think about is forcing my little spitfire kitten onto his knees so I could fuck his mouth into submission. Now that I think about it....

     I pull Thomas away from the fridge, shutting it behind him carefully, and as soon as that is done, I quickly lift my hand and wrap it around his delicate pale throat as I slam him against the appliance.

     "Why are you treating me as if I'm some little boy that's made of glass, hmm?" I ask Thomas, loving the way his pupils dilate as he breathes in my scent so close.

     "I-I made you cry." He says stubbornly though he cringes at the stutter that falls from his lips at the answer. It only makes my lips twitch into a smile.

     "Do you think that makes away from me being able to take care of myself, or you for that matter?" I ask him stepping even closer to his blushing body. I can tell he's trying to stay strong against my dominance and knowing he's struggling to fight against it has my ego standing a mile high. "Tell me, my feisty little kitten, are you okay with me touching you."

     He scoffs, rolling his eyes at what he thinks is a dumb question. "You're already touching me, so I think that's a moot question."

     I chuckle deep in my chest and let my free hand come up and grip him my the waist and lifting my hand from around his throat to thumb his bottom lip. "Oh no, I haven't begun to touch you. If you don't want this, speak now, I wouldn't want to overwhelm you." Oh shit, maybe I shouldn't have worded that last part the way I did. His eyes blaze and his shoulders set back in defiance at the accidentally challenging phrasing.

     "You don't think I can handle it? Show me what you think you got, then. I'd love to see it." Though there's plenty of sarcasm dripping in the air, I don't miss the way his breathing hitches in excitement.

     "You're sure about this, kitten?" I ask him looking into his eyes to double check but all I get is a roll of annoyance.

     "Who's scared now?" He responds smugly, not even going to answer my question. But that's alright, my little spitfire is going to learn some manners soon enough. I grip his chin in my fingers lifting his head up so his lips are a breath away from my own.

     "If you're on your best behavior, maybe I'll take it a little easy on you." He snorts and presses his knee into my already semi hard cock, rubbing it sensually.

     "Too bad I won't go easy on you." I shake my head in amusement much preferring this spicy fun attitude to the bleak submissive vibes he showed earlier. I much much rather have this look of defiance and confidence in his eyes than nothingness.

     I grip Thomas' hands, pulling them behind his back and pushing his shoulders down until he was settled on his knees. "Oh I won't need you to. Keep your hands there." I instruct him as I pull my jeans down to the middle of my thighs and begin stroking my hard cock in my black tight briefs.

     "Oh fuck you." He says with an achingly sweet smile on his lips that has me chuckling before my left hand flashes out, gripping his bottom jaw to lower it forcefully. I whip my dick out of my briefs, sliding them down to meet my jeans around my thighs and watch smugly as his eyes widen at the thick long cock I got blessed with between my legs.

     "I'm sure you would love to. But first, let's teach you some manners, kitten. Rule number one: No talking when your mouth is full." And with that I slowly begin sliding my dick into the hot cavern that is my Lock's mouth. I curse at the feeling of being in such a sweet spot after years of abstinence, loving the way his jaw has to widen as I slide deeper into his mouth.

     He hums around my cock and I can't help the way my hips jerk in response as I answer him with a moan. I fear I may have choked him when I realize my little cocky spitfire hasn't gagged at all, my small smile turns into a full grin . Oh this will be fun. I grip both sides of his head carefully, and only give him a faint warning. "If you need a breath pinch my thigh." That's all the warming he gets before I shove my dick as far into his mouth as it will go and I'll be damned if I didn't almost shoot my load right then and there. I start thrusting my dick in and out of his mouth, watching hypnotized at the drool falling down his face and the way his brows furrow in concentration at the tasks at hand. I open my mouth to give him praise when I hear the door fly open in the living room and a loud annoying voice calls out a loud, "I'm home!" that echoes throughout the whole apartment.

     I groan as I slip my cock from my sweet sweet heaven in frustration. I help my kitten up noting the hurt and confused look on his face and not liking it one bit. "My stupid cousin, ignore him, call him ugly and he'll leave us alone. Or try to fuck you, but if he does I'll kill him." I promise and it does the job as his frown smooths out and a smile kissing his lips and he chuckles at my words.

     I'll kill the son of a bitch for ruining my nut and my kitten time.

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