"Anything," Zell said his voice getting breathy as Seifer moved back against him. It felt right. It felt good and Zell didn't want anything else but to have Seifer pressed against him.
He rocked his hips back with a groan, grinding against Seifer's hips, as his breath caught in his throat. He could feel Seifer's fingers teasing the front of his pants and it made the werecheetah whimper.
"Please... please Master," Zell said as he clawed the cupboard with his nails. Zell hadn't even realized what he had said. He just wanted to be touched.