Another day, another package.
I think it's been four packages over this past week that have arrived for my roommate and friend, Jean. The thing is that Jean works at an office complex in the center of town, whereas I work from home, so I'm the one that gets to accept all these packages. I genuinely had no idea what's inside of them, and whenever I asked Jean about them, he seemed evasive, saying it was for "a cosplay project" and leaving it at that. Which is odd, given that he's usually very forthcoming with his cosplay project plans, very eager to tell me all about it, so him being mum on it this time is strange. However, since my birthday is today, I got some pretty clear confirmation as to just what was going on.
This morning, he congratulated me, and the two of us shared some cake for breakfast, but he didn't give me any presents or anything like that, saying that he had something planned. I had my suspicions before, but hearing it like that, yeah, looks like I'm in for some sort of surprise today. The rest of my workday goes by without much incident, though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited. Recently, Jean has been getting a bit more flirty, and I can't help but feel that he's no longer content with just being friends. To be honest... I might even feel the same way. He's so kind and friendly, I could get used to the feeling of being lovers instead of friends. After all, I already have an affectionate nickname for him, with me calling him "kitten".
As the evening rolls around, Jean returns home, bringing with him some takeout from my favorite Chinese place, and the two of us sit down at the kitchen table and start eating.
"Oh, right, Jean, another package showed up for you today. I let it sit on the living room table. You're planning something for tonight, aren't you?" I ask him between bites.
Jean chuckles, a soft, melodic laugh, then smiles that beautiful smile of his. "Wouldn't you like to know, birthday boy..." he replies, clearly enjoying the knowledge he can lord above me.
"Is my kitten hiding some secrets from me?" I ask, smiling back at him.
"Maybe... kittens like to play, don't they? So I'll toy with you just a little bit. You'll just have to wait until you get your present!" he then answers, sticking his tongue out.
I suppose he's right. He's definitely not letting me know beforehand, so all I can do is wait patiently for my present. The two of us finish up our meals, and while I head to the living room and start watching some TV, Jean grabs the package that came in today and disappears into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. I can hear some rummaging going on in there, but can't really tell what's going on. After about half an hour, the door to Jean's bedroom unlocks and opens again, though I don't notice it, since I've gotten engrossed in the TV program. However, his sweet voice immediately breaks me out of my stupor.
"Hey, Chris... lookie here, birthday boy, your present is here..." he beckons in a sing-song tone.
And as I turn to face him, my jaw just hits the floor. There he stands, hands on his hips, which are swaying from side to side ever so slightly, as if he knows exactly what this sight would do to me. Jean is wearing a skin-tight black catsuit that clings to his body, drawing attention to every last inch of the work of art that is his figure. He's also wearing black cat ears, a black mask, and there's a black cat tail swishing behind him. The mask is giving him the kind of look that you'd see on a super hero or something, especially with that tight catsuit... god, he's hot. I can't even reply, I'm just awestruck.
"Hehe... you like this outfit, don't you? I knew you would... I stumbled across this character from a cartoon online and figured I'd be perfect to cosplay him. I've got the right hair, the right eye color and everything. And he's got a cat motif going on too, so that makes him even more perfect for me, your little kitten... don't you think?" he asks, again swaying his hips to set that cat tail in motion, making it swish seductively. All I can do is nod. Slowly, he saunters over to the couch I'm sitting on before getting on all fours and rubbing up against my leg. "Your kitten wants to play, birthday boy... make sure you scratch me behind my ears, and I might even purr for you..."
Oh god. He's so hot right now, and he's pushing all my buttons. Slowly, he slinks up, laying his arms and head down on my lap and looking right up into my eyes. "C'mon... don't you wanna pet your kitten?" he murrs, giving me some serious bedroom eyes. And then, his hand moves up to the zipper on his catsuit, pulling it down just a bit to reveal part of his bare chest before pulling it up again. "Oh... looks like I forgot to wear anything under this catsuit... I've been a bad kitten, Chris. A really bad kitten. I hope you'll still love your naughty little kitten..." he teases.
Now I'm almost hyperventilating. Fuck, he's so good at this... there's no doubt left in my mind that he lusts after me. And I don't think I can resist him, either, especially since this is his birthday present for me. It'd just be rude to reject it, right? Without even waiting for a response, he gets up, gently takes me by the hand and helps me up from the couch. "Come... let me give you your present, birthday boy." he coos as he leads me to his bedroom, and I'm just along for the ride here. The two of us step inside, and he gets up close to me. "Well... here we are. And here's your present, Chris... me. Your little kitten, all just for you. You get to play with me... all night long. So let's take our time... take it slow. How about you start by petting your needy little kitty? Make me purr..."
Ever so slowly, my hand moves up to the top of his head, beginning to run it through his beautiful blond hair. Just like a cat, he