Disclaimer: The members of Linkin Park are unfortunately not mine.

Warnings: kink, pet play, rimming

Beta done wonderfully by .bennizzle.jizzle. <3

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Master was drumming again. Along with pleasing his Master in any way and yummy things, watching him drum was one of Chester’s favourite things to do. He was curled in a ball on the large LoveSac placed in the corner, his eyes focused on the drummer.

Chester had a really strong Master, lean but muscular. He wasn’t in the habit of showing his naked torso to people, but if Chester had been a good kitty, he would indulge in his pets’ wishes and train without a shirt on.

Chester had been a very good kitty today.

Master had been practising for over an hour, his body covered in sweat, providing a vision more delicious than any dish Chester could come up with. He stretched slightly, his naked limbs moving slightly in order to create a more comfortable position with his now painfully straining erection.

It took until his Master spoke for Chester to realize that the drumming had stopped.

“Getting uncomfortable there, kitty?”

Chester answered with a tiny nod.

“I think I’ve practised enough for today. Come here.”

With an ease coming from long habit Chester gracefully got up on hands and knees and crawled to his Master. He gave the outstretched hand a few tiny licks before rubbing his face against it.

“You’ve been good today, good enough to earn something extra special.”

Chester’s head perked up at the mention of that, earning a smile from Master. He was very demanding, and sometimes downright sadistic, but he took very good care of Chester and made him feel like the luckiest pet alive.

Master stood up and asked Chester to follow him. They moved upstairs, into their bedroom, and Chester was already headed for private bathroom connected to their room, so it took a moment for him to register that Master had went for the bed instead. He always took a shower; hating feeling dirty, so Chester couldn’t comprehend why that wasn’t the case now. Not until he remembered what his Master had said to him a while ago. He looked up with obvious hope in his eyes.

“Yes pet, you get to clean me today.”

It was as if Christmas had come early – no, even better. Chester bounced up on the bed, his whole body humming with excitement. His Master was always tasty, but when sweaty, he was absolutely delicious. So him - manly and musky. It awoke something primitive in Chester.

He looked for permission until he dived in, pressing his nose against the bare stomach. It felt warm and sticky, and he could hear his Master’s tummy grumble softly. He enjoyed the feeling for a while until starting with long laps with his tongue.

The question ‘enjoying yourself, kitty?’ earned a purr.

Taking his time, and with extensive care, Chester worked on the body in front of him. He had started with the stomach, being a bit greedy, but he had been wise enough to save the best for last. His Master was now laid on his stomach, and Chester had cleaned all but the firm buttocks, and the centre that Chester seldom got his tongue on.

There was also one another part he hadn’t cleaned, but Chester would never assume that much.

He started on the left cheek, stopping himself from biting down on the tempting skin, knowing that it would make his Master furious and worse – disappointed. Chester could handle his Master’s anger, even if it made him want to cower, but seeing him disappointed made his chest ache.

Soon he moved towards the puckered hole, at first nudging it slightly with his nose. Master let out a slight moan that clearly commanded for more. Chester was eager to please, his tongue lapping over the hole a few times before making a deep dive inside, stretching the ring muscle. The pleased groans, and the way Master was pushing him self onto Chester’s tongue had a strong effect on him. He had to grip the sheets too keep his hands from wandering and taking liberties. Thankfully he found out that he wasn’t the only one affected by the act as a hoarse voice filled the room. “Your mouth on me. Now.”

Chester had to bite his lip to keep a disgruntled moan as the body in front of him moved away, but he soon forgot as he gifted with a new delicious feast. He must have stared too long because an impatient voice rang out, ‘What are you waiting for?’ and he was roughly pulled closer by the side of his collar. He opened his mouth and swallowed the whole cock in one gulp, knowing how much his Master enjoyed getting deep-throated, and hoping by that to make up for his earlier blunder.

“Yes, just like that... Good Kitty. Good… fuck yes!” Every word of praise moved Chester closer to his own orgasm but he ignored his own cock that was weeping for attention, determined to behave.

Suddenly he was pulled away and dragged on top of Master with a command to ride him, and Chester obeyed quickly this time. He was prepped already as by usual standard so he just sank down on the cock, impaling himself fully.

“Such a good kitty… tell me… tell me how much you want my cock,“ Master spoke with a ragged tone. He’s fingers pinched Chester nipples, twisting them hard.

Chester let out a deep mewl that had to come all the way from his toes. His small frame shuddered of the intense sensations going through his body, his aching erection forgotten in the haze. All he knew was his Master, and the deep want to serve him. He could feel Master’s peak coming nearer and he doubled his efforts, fucking him self roughly on the body under him.

Master came with a roar, filling Chester with his warm seed. Now that Master was laying happy and satisfied in apparent post-coital bliss, Chester was suddenly reminded of his own erection and as usual his Master was quick to notice that. “Want to come, kitty?” Chester whimpered. “Then put on a show for your Master.”

Chester pulled himself off the now limp cock and kneeled on the bed so that Master had a perfect view of him. He fingered his sore ass, wetting his fingers with used lube and Master’s come. He brought his hand up and took a few tiny licks with apparent pleasure, making a purring sound at the taste. Then the brought the hand to his own cock, coating it with the fluids.

He started moving his hand up and down in a slow pace. His other hand went to one of his nipples, pinching and tweaking just like he knew his Master liked it. Hips were moving in graceful languid movements and he was already oh so close.

Close but not desperate, and damn, his Master knew that.

“Faster pet.”

Chester whimpered and sped up his movements. His head lolled from side to side, his eyes closed, and his teeth almost drawing blood from his lower lip as fought for control. The rest of the room was a blur. A whole marching band could come in, and still the only person he would notice was his Master.

He could hear mewls and whimpers echoing through the room, as he realised that they must be coming from him. He could taste blood now, and just when he thought that wouldn’t be able to handle more, ‘come’ made it to his ears, and his release was immediate. He came all over his hand and Masters belly.

A pair of strong hands took hold of him and pulled him down and with a pleased sigh he collapsed on top of his Master. They lay still in a comfortable silence, and Chester had almost fallen asleep when Master spoke.

“I think we both need a shower now.” Chester purred but made no effort to move. He could feel the chuckle more than hear it and then he was pushed down from Master’s body and then seconds later lifted up.

“Spoiled kitty,” Master mumbled but the words were softened by the playful tone.

Chester was happy to agree.