Chapter 6: The Rival's Arrival
The phone's shrill ring sliced through the humid silence of the apartment, startling Arthur where he lay sprawled on the worn couch cushions. Fritz, nestled possessively between Arthur’s thighs, his sleek black fur gleaming under the dim lamplight, paused his languid licks along Arthur’s softening cock. A low, possessive growl vibrated deep in Fritz's chest, his green eyes narrowing towards the offending device. "Ignore it," Fritz murmured, his rough tongue flicking deliberately over Arthur’s sensitive head, drawing a sharp gasp.
Arthur fumbled for the phone, his fingers trembling slightly against Fritz’s warm fur. "It's Jack," Arthur breathed, recognizing the caller ID. Fritz’s ears flattened instantly, his tail lashing against Arthur’s leg. "Arthur! Thank god," Jack’s voice, loud and urgent, crackled through the speaker. "Listen, I need a massive favor. Emergency client trip to Zurich. Can you watch Prince tonight? Just his first night alone? I’ll owe you big time!"
Before Arthur could stammer a reply, Fritz surged upwards. His powerful feline body pressed Arthur deeper into the cushions, his muzzle inches from Arthur’s face. Fritz’s scent, musky and primal, filled Arthur’s nostrils. "Tell him no," Fritz hissed, his voice a dangerous purr. Arthur felt Fritz’s hand slide down his belly, fingers wrapping possessively around his cock, already stirring again under the cat-man’s touch. "Arthur? You there?" Jack pressed.
Fritz leaned closer, his hot breath washing over Arthur’s ear. "Tell him you’re busy," he whispered, his other hand sliding down to cup Arthur’s balls, squeezing gently, insistently. "Tell him you have your own fuck-toy to attend to." Fritz’s tongue traced the shell of Arthur’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Arthur?" Jack sounded impatient.
Fritz’s grip tightened on Arthur’s cock, a silent command. "Uh... Jack, I... I can’t," Arthur managed, his voice strained. "Tonight’s...complicated." Fritz rewarded him with a slow, deliberate stroke, his thumb rubbing slick pre-cum over the swollen head. "Complicated? What’s complicated?" Jack demanded. Fritz’s purr deepened, a predatory rumble. He shifted, straddling Arthur’s hips, his thick, furry thighs framing Arthur’s body. Arthur stared up, mesmerized by the raw hunger in those green eyes.
"Tell him goodbye," Fritz commanded softly, his own impressive erection pressing against Arthur’s stomach. Fritz didn’t wait. He reached down, guiding Arthur’s cock towards his entrance, already slick and ready. "Jack, gotta go!" Arthur choked out, tossing the phone aside just as Fritz sank down, taking Arthur’s entire length in one smooth, brutal thrust. Arthur cried out, arching off the couch as intense heat and pressure engulfed him. Fritz threw his head back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat, his claws pricking Arthur’s thighs. "Fuck, yes... mine," Fritz gasped, beginning a relentless rhythm, riding Arthur hard, his tight ass milking Arthur’s cock with every downward plunge. "Every drop of your cum belongs to me," Fritz snarled, his hips pistoning, driving Arthur towards the edge with savage possessiveness. "Only me."