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lsunstreakerl · 13 days ago

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a day in the life of catboy max and rico! gen up until the bath portion, explicit in the bath portion, and then gen after, if you'd like to skip it. 2.3k, rico POV (this is catboy max so all relevant warnings apply: maxussy, hybrids as pets, all that stuff)

Rico sits back in his chair, sighing. It's been a long morning of admin work, online meetings and emails and merchandising deals. His coffee is long gone, legs twitchy, and he's been drumming his fingers on the desk for the past twenty minutes.

There's a familiar buzz underneath his skin, humming at his brain. He needs to move.

He could go over to the home gym and be productive with that time, outlet his energy in a way that would make his trainer proud, or...

He stands from the chair, stretching for a moment. It's a long stretch, arms high above his head, and he's been the recipient of several jokes that having Max is rubbing off on him. He can't help it— it feels nice trying to elongate his spine, really feel the stretch in all of his muscles.

Max is probably in the sunroom. Or maybe the living room, if Rico's left the sports channel on. He makes his way out of the office, socks padding quietly against the floor, poking his head into the living room. The TV is off, and there's no catboy in sight.

Sunroom it is.

Sure enough, Max is laid out on a blanket, dead asleep in a patch of sunlight. His ears and tail look deceptively soft, and he's sprawled out lazily. Rico takes a moment, admiring the way the sunlight falls across him, creating shadows in his hips and chest, softening the harder lines of his muscles.

He's been busy lately, and while Max is capable of being well behaved, like he is now, if Rico lets him nap all day he won't get any sleep at night.

One of Max's ears twitches as he steps into the room, socks quiet against the tile, and he crouches down, stroking his fingers down Max's side, all the way from his collarbone to his hip.

Max lets out a curious noise, rolling closer to Rico as one eye cracks open, ears twitching forwards.

"Hi baby."

Max stretches, showing off the long lines of his body, yawning widely before sitting up and shoving his head into Rico's chest. He's purring, crawling up into Rico's lap and running his nose along his jaw, warm and relaxed. Rico gets a hand in his hair, tilting his head up to kiss him.

He can feel Max's tail loop around his ankle, soft fur brushing his skin, and Max is perfectly sweet and pliant underneath his hands. He's being good, and Rico loves that, but—

It's not quite what he's after.

Max makes a disgruntled noise when Rico breaks off the kiss, eyes narrowed at him as he laughs.

"I think you'll live. Want to go running?"

Max's ears flick forwards when he says running, eyes brightening as he sits up straighter, fingers kneading across Rico's pecs. Rico grins, getting a hand flat on top of his hair and ruffling between his ears, pleased at the way Max pushes into his palm, purr loud in his chest.

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Max likes to race. Rico likes to indulge him, so it's a win-win for them both on their long route, stretching their legs on the winding roads of the countryside. Sometimes Max lopes further ahead, investigating things Rico can't see yet, but he always curves back around to fall into step at Rico's side, never going too far.

Rico stops them both at the halfway point, taking a few long swigs from his water before passing the bottle to Max, watching the bob of his throat as he swallows it down. The buzz under his skin is starting to settle, worked out with the burn in his legs and the repetitive motions of their run. He's sweaty, and Max's skin has a shine to it as well, a droplet sliding from his jaw below the hem of one of Rico's shirts.

He's watching Rico attentively, ears flicking at the noise of birds overhead. Rico lifts a hand, thumb pressing into the swell of Max's bottom lip, watching as his eyes darken, mouth falling open enough for him to hook two fingers behind his teeth, tugging him forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

Rico didn't used to go out as much before Max. He had the home gym, and he used it frequently, because going out on long routes, winding his way across the countryside by himself— it wasn't appealing.

Max has changed that. They're always doing new things, constantly swimming or running or wrestling, and Rico feels a sense of fulfillment at taking care of him properly. Max is high maintenance, through no fault of his own, and Rico had been nervous applying for the exotic hybrids permit, despite the fact that he knew he would pass.

There's a copy of it on his phone, as well as a small card in his wallet.

It's been good for him to take care of Max. It forces him outside, into taking care of himself, into reconnecting with the world in a way he'd started to isolate himself from, and Max himself is a an addition to his life he never could've expected. His whole world is Rico and whatever Rico can provide, and being able to watch him thrive makes him want to keep finding new things for them both.

Max's tongue laps at his fingers, purring softly, and he shakes his head, putting the thoughts out of his mind. It's time for them to double back and head home, and he'll run them both through the bath before ordering dinner.

"Ready?"

Max's ears twitch, a gleam in his eyes as he looks back in the direction they'd come from. Rico never wins the race back home, but Max doesn't let him fall too far behind, even though he's more than capable of leaving him in the dust.

Rico stretches his legs briefly and takes off.

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Max... doesn't always love the water. It can be hit or miss with him, and Rico never really knows until he's sunk into the bath and gestures for Max to come in as well.

Today is a good water day, and Rico is deeply grateful. Max slips in near silently, settling against Rico with a jaw cracking yawn, fangs flashing in the warm glow of the softer bathroom lights.

He'd had a large bath to begin with, sunken into the floor, but he'd had it expanded after he got Max, enough for them both to stretch out comfortably. He's glad for it now as he kneads at the muscles of his calves before relaxing back. Max is scratching at one of his ears, fingers curling near the base of it as his nose scrunches up, before it smooths out as he finds whatever itch was bothering him. His pupils are large when he looks at Rico, soft pink dusting across his cheeks as he straddles his hips, grinding down lightly.

Rico's not surprised— Max has a high sex drive, and he hadn't gotten him off before or during the run. In addition to being in meetings all morning, he's been remarkably well behaved about it.

He gets a hand around Max's hip, sliding the other between his legs as Max purrs, nosing into his neck.

"You've been so good today, haven't you? My pretty boy, all polite for me."

Max is wet and open, thighs splaying wider as Rico twists two fingers up inside of him, searching for the spongy spot that turns Max into a pink cheeked mess. It doesn't take long to find it, and Max tightens around him, purr hitching as his breath catches before he's wiggling his hips further, trying to get Rico's fingers deeper inside of him.

Rico gives it to him. He always does— wouldn't want to do anything else, can't even imagine it. His own cock is hard against his stomach, and he adjusts Max so he can feel the tip of it brushing against him, trying to gauge what he's after.

"Max, baby, do you want just fingers? Or do you want more?"

Max's hips jerk when he feels Rico against his clit, nails digging into his skin as he rolls his hips forward, trying to fuck himself down onto him.

Rico laughs, withdrawing his fingers as he grips Max's hip tighter.

"Easy, you'll get it, give me a second."

It barely takes a moment to get them positioned properly, and he can feel the sting of Max's small fangs biting lightly into his shoulder as he sinks onto him. The tight heat of him has Rico groaning, eyes rolling back as Max takes him all the way, and the purr in his chest rattles all the way through him like a built in vibrator.

He never lasts long when Max rides him. The slow roll of his hips, the bliss of Max taking exactly what he wants, the way Rico knows he can't do anything but let him— it settles nicely in his brain.

He'd tried to get Max off of him once, when his phone had gone off during an impromptu couch fuck, and Max had pinned his wrists, hissing at him harshly. It's one of the few times Rico has been on the receiving end of Max's real strength, and the realization that he couldn't get away, that he was there until Max was finished with him— he'd come so hard his eyes had rolled back, and then suffered the overwhelming feeling of being used until Max had gotten off a few moments later.

He'd sulked at Rico the rest of the evening, ears pinned back, and then proceeded to take every single blanket on the bed overnight.

Rico had learned his lesson.

Now he just lets Max take. He has one hand on his thigh and one on his hip, hazily watching as Max rises a few inches before sinking back down, pupils blown. He's going slowly today, savoring the drag of Rico inside of him, eyes half lidded.

Rico bites at his lip, focusing on being still, despite how badly he wants to get his hands around Max's waist and set the rhythm himself. Max makes a soft noise, hips rolling, and Rico can tell he's close.

He slides one hand up to the swell of Max's chest, pinching a nipple gently as his movements get more sporadic, fingers digging into Rico's skin.

"Go ahead baby, whenever you want. You're being so sweet today, aren't you? My perfect boy."

Max blinks at him, pupils wide as he presses forward desperately for a kiss, messy and sloppy.

Rico lets him. He gets a hand fisted in his hair, thumb brushing across the base of his velvet soft ears, and he can feel Max's wet tail against him, can feel him shuddering against him as he grinds his hips down once, twice, coming with a cry into his mouth.

He doesn't waste any time afterwards, getting his hand across his hips, pulling Max back down onto his dick. He's so hard it hurts, and he's close already, fucking up into Max to chase his own orgasm quickly. Max trembles in his hands, overstimulation starting to tease at his brain, but Rico knows he can take it.

He doesn't last very long, because Rico has discovered he's got a bit of a hard on for being used, and Max is so sweet for him, letting Rico fuck him even after he's gotten what he wanted— he's more than capable of getting off of Rico and darting away if he's not interested, not that it's ever happened.

He bites at Max's lip when he comes, hips pressed flush together underwater. Max pants into his mouth, weakly purring. Rico doesn't pull out, keeping them together even as he softens inside of him, scrubbing conditioner through Max's hair and petting gently across his ears.

His own shampoo is quicker, because he can just shower later if he needs, but he's not quite finished with Max. It takes one smooth movement to lift him up off of Rico's cock, laying him on his back on the floor, legs dangling into the bath as Rico runs a finger along the swollen line of his cunt.

Max's nails dig into the floor as he leans forward, yowling when Rico gets his mouth on him, thighs clamping around his head.

Rico isn't capable of purring, but he certainly feels smug as he licks into him, tasting his own cum on his tongue, Max's slick smearing across his nose and chin. This part of taking care of Max is one of his favorites.

It's part of being a good owner, and Rico considers himself a very good owner.

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It never gets any less weird to watch Max make his way through enough red meat to feed three adult men. Rico's had to significantly up his grocery budget, and he doesn't mind, but the butcher had looked at him oddly the first few weeks until he finally brought Max shopping with him.

Now the butcher likes his catboy more than he likes him, and Max wants to go shopping every time, because the butcher gives him small cuts of meat that he doesn't normally get to try.

It's how Rico has ended up buying ibex meat— although he keeps it as a rare treat, because it's expensive, and also because it smells bad.

Not that Max seems to mind.

He's curled into Rico's side, making his way through a bowl of rabbit and fish, carefully diced into bite sized cubes. Rico has rice and chicken, because Max likes to eat together, and if Rico isn't eating anything then he'll try and share his dinner.

Rico doesn't have any interest in being hand fed raw rabbit, so they eat dinner together now.

Max yawns, long tail draping across Rico's lap as he sinks further into his side, nose dragging against his shoulder as he chuffs softly against his skin. Rico presses a kiss into his hair, feeling his ears twitch against the side of his face.

They have a trip to pack for tomorrow, and work to do, but for now...

He's content just like this.

#catboy max verstappen #ficlet #rico continues to win best catboy owner award #simply because you would not ever catch brocedes or charles buying ibex meat #that's dedication right there #the first time he smelled it he gagged but max LOVES it #there's a separate fridge for the amount of meat max goes through #for storage purposes and also so rico doesn't have to see it every time he opens the fridge

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