eternitycoder | [musebox post]

Fur always shows. [He can't help but smirk when he feels the purring, ushering him into the elevator and pushing the button for his suite]

And I think you'd be one of those tuxedo cats. Yanno, with the white bellies and paws. Little bit of white on the throat. [As if to demonstrate he kissed the hollow of the young man's throat with a little smile]

I would not. [He blushes, despite tilting his head up for Russell to land his kiss.] Solid black is much sleeker, more handsome...

If you say so. Not like the cat gets to choose the color of his fur.

[And since he's not protesting, Russell is going to keep kissing, all the way up his throat, past where his ears used to be and placing one on the shell of that much larger one. The furry texture is a little odd, but Russell can get used to just about anything. He chuckles and whispers in his ear]

And you say that like you wouldn't be sleek and handsome in any color.

[Ohgodwhat.]

[Artemis makes a sound that can only be described as a mewl. A pathetic, weak-kneed, embarrassed, turned on mewl. He can't even say anything in response to that.]

[Motherfucking bingo. Russell chuckles once more, holding Artemis close as he continues to kiss his ears, first one and then the other, a wide smirk on his face. He had to say that he really liked that sound]

[Hellfire.]

[Artemis blushes and tries to angle his ears away from Russell. He can't let Russell exploit his weak point so easily. Once the doors open, he scurries out, ears flattening in displeasure. Not in the elevator at least...]

[Russell just chuckles as he watches Artemis dart out the door, following him a moment later with a smirk on his face]

What's the matter, seemed like you were enjoying yourself.

[He walked by him and toward the door to his suite, waiting for Artemis to follow him.]

If you'd like to come in, Your Majesty. Several comfy couches and a lovely bed await your pleasure.

[Oh he was enjoying himself--too much, honestly. A few more seconds and he would have to be poured out of the elevator. Artemis just pouts in response, but doesn't answer in the positive or negative.]

[He just follows Russell to his suite, walking about a pace behind, but slipping in when Russell opens the door. Once he's in, he's out of that grubby sweatshirt and plain white t-shirt and sprawled happily on the couch. Oh sweet cushions that weren't garbage bags...]

Lovely...

[Russell fails to see how this is a bad thing at all. He would have happily carried any Arty-puddles out of the elevator and to his room]

[He watches as Artemis slinks past him, shedding clothes as he goes until he's not wearing anything but the blue jeans. He chuckles, toeing off his shoes and leaving his jacket hanging on the hook near the door]

Well, I don't suppose I have to ask you if you're comfortable.

[He grabbed a (good) beer out of the fridge and sat down on the couch near Artemis]

No, I'm quite comfortable. [He smiles, curling up with a pillow under his shoulders and pulling off the ragged sneakers. Those go under the coffee table as Russell joins him.]

Do you do this often? [He makes sure his tail is out of Russell's way--he doesn't want it sat on.] Bring home interesting things and get someone else to watch your Toybox? [He eyes the beer and nods slightly to it.] Or is this a rare vacation.

Not terribly often. Toybox seems to run better if I'm actually there. But I figure one day away won't bring the place crashing down around my ears. [He smiles and takes a sip of the beer]

It's just rare that I find something interesting enough to distract me from all my pretty toys.

[As much as it just sounds like flattery, it's also true. He spends most nights at the Toybox, and it's still considered work, even as much as he tends to enjoy what goes on.]

[Artemis' ears prick up slightly, cautiously pleased by the compliment Russell is bestowing on him. It is Russell, after all. Unless Artemis is one-hundred percent certain that the compliment is meant for him instead of an attempt to get his fly down, he's always cautious.]

I suppose my suddenly sprouting ears and a tail is definitely something interesting...

[Russell sees no reason why a compliment can't be both. He notices the ear prick and shrugs with a little smile]

You have to admit they are. Between that and finding you asleep in the alley... well you can see why I might be interested.

[Artemis frowns and turns around so he's draped in Russell's lap. For warmth and pets--and why does he have to pay attention to the silly beer anyway?]

I didn't intend for that to happen. This group of men just wouldn't stop looking for me. And once they'd gone, I wasn't certain if they were actually gone or waiting for me.

[He is paying attention to the beer because he intends to drink it, and not Artemis. Not yet at least. And besides, he can pet and drink at the same time. He chuckles at his sudden lap full of Artemis, obliging the unspoken request by scratching behind his ears and petting down his spine to scratch at that one spot on the small of his back that always made a regular cat's ass go up. He wondered if it would work on Artemis.]

Hm, can't say I blame you then. You remember what they looked like? Can't have some assholes thinking they can just go around harassing you just because.

N... no... [When did he have such an insatiable itch that needed scratching right there? Artemis is too draped over Russell for ass-raising to happen without it being awkward, so his back goes in the reverse direction--and he pins himself against Russell, arms around the other's neck.]

I don't think... mm... they knew who I was anyway. My hood just came down forrr... ngh, a moment. [He could barely even move in this position. But it really was a scratch he wanted itched, even if it certainly hadn't been there before...]

Well that doesn't mean they don't need to be taught some manners.

[He's definitely not protesting to the way Artemis is positioned, and he's going to keep scratching that spot that he seemed to enjoy so much. He tips Arty's chin up just a bit so he could see his eyes a little more clearly]

That feel nice?

True... [And if Artemis knew who they were, he would gladly tell Russell. Just so he can have the enjoyment of terrorizing someone back. But given he doesn't know, he'll just have to wait and see if he can spot them again.]

[He looks up at Russell with hazy, pleased eyes and smiles. Then he starts nuzzling under Russell's jaw and purring again. Russell was so good to him...]

[And Russell would happily teach them his own version of Etiquette 101.]

[But that was unimportant at the moment, especially since he had his hands full of a purring, affectionate Artemis. He chuckles at the little nuzzle, his fingers slipping under the jeans to scratch right at the base of his tail. He nudged the young man's head just right so that he could kiss him, soft and probing. Just to see what his new pet would let him get away with. Cats could be temperamental little shits after all.]

[Artemis stops the purring, out of surprise when Russell starts going into his pants. It's a little humiliating, considering normally he'd never be so uncouth as to not wear some sort of underwear. But he couldn't just cut a hole in his red silk Armani boxers. They were silk! And Armani! It would have completely ruined them.]

[However the feeling of being scratched distracted him for the most part. And the kissing moved him past what Russell would or wouldn't find in Artemis' pants. He kissed Russell back, softly--the ear move back in the elevator had prepared him for this sort of thing.]

[This certainly was a day of finding surprising things where Artemis Fowl was concerned. Russell could actually understand if he hadn't wanted to cut a hole in a pair of Armani boxers. Something like that should be considered a crime, really.]

[He was glad Artemis didn't protest to the kiss, and he set the beer down so that he could better scratch behind his ears and down his neck, smiling as he parted his lips in the hopes of making the kiss just a little deeper.]

[Oh good, Artemis got Russell to free up his other hand. He considers this a great victory, and curls his tail against with Russell's leg while he moves more fully into his lap. Things are getting more heated, but as long as Russell doesn't abuse the privilege Artemis is fine. He hadn't abused it yet.]

[The purring starts back up, and Artemis runs his tongue along Russell's lips whenever he gets a chance.]

[Russell prides himself on pushing boundaries, not abusing privileges, so Artemis has nothing to worry about. He smiles into the kiss as Artemis settles in his lap, and while he's never had a partner that purred he can't say that he minds very much at all.]

[His hands start to roam, petting and caressing over his spine and down his thighs as he returns the kisses, nipping playfully at Arty's bottom lip with a little grin]

[Artemis is certainly having a good time. Even if he's still a little hungry. The caresses and pets and kisses are keeping him quite satisfied--he even nips back a little with one of his slightly elongated canine teeth.]

Higher. [He pulls one of Russell's hands up towards his head.] I like having my ears stroked.

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