Akihito had come home shortly after

Akihito had come home shortly after Asami left that morning. He had been hiding in Takato's car in front of the building waiting for Asami to leave. He entered the room he used as his work space and took the things he had hidden there, placing them in the bathroom. He cleaned up the place a bit, made himself a meal and wasted as much time as he could before taking a long bath and getting ready to wait for Asami.

When he figured Asami would be coming home soon, he took the ball of rope and rolled it all the way from the front door to the top of the bed, leaving a rope trail for the older man to follow. He put on his outfit, set the lights to low, and loosely tied his ankles and hands with the rope while some of it was carelessly thrown on top of him as if he had been rolling around in it and had gotten tangled up. In the middle of the bed he laid curled in a fetal position, still tangled in the rope and waited. He was almost giving up on the whole thing when he heard the front door open and shut and steps approaching his direction. He curled up again and pretended to be asleep.

Asami arrived at the door to his penthouse after a long, annoying, and angering day. 'The brat better be here or there will be hell to pay.' He entered his home and boiled with rage as he took in the darkness of his surroundings and the quiet in the penthouse. Akihito was not a quiet creature and it was dead quiet in the penthouse; to Asami this only meant one thing… Akihito, his lover, who had forgotten his birthday, was not here.

He thought about finding the photographer and chaining him to the bed post so he could always know where the stupid brat was, he was about to turn around and leave the place when he suddenly noticed something suspicious. There was rope on the floor leading from the door to the direction of his bedroom. He decided to follow the trail taking his gun out just in case. Slowly, he opened the door to the bedroom and gazed curiously at the bundle in the center of the bed. Coming closer to identify said bundle, he gasped in surprise as he realized what it was. Akihito felt his chest swell with pride, he had made the man gasp in surprise; Asami was hardly ever surprised, and gasping because of it was even more rare.

Curled in the center of the bed, laid Akihito with his hands and ankles tied loosely with the same rope he had followed from the front door. Akihito looked like a playful kitten that had fallen asleep after getting tangled in the rope and struggling to free himself for a long time. He was wearing cat ears the exact same color of his hair, had on gloves and some sort of socks shaped like cat paws, a collar around his neck had a metal tag - a bell hung from it as well, and… was that a… tail?

Other than this, Akihito wore nothing else and Asami found himself wanting to know what the tail was attached to. His kitten truly did look like a kitten at the moment, and the yakuza could not wait to make his kitten purr under him. The bulge in his pants grew to biblical proportions and the force of his arousal and need to satisfy his neglected sexual urges made Asami forget that he was angry. He climbed on the bed taking off his suit jacket and shirt and Akihito began to awaken as Asami untied his ankles. The older man was sitting with his back resting on the bed's headboard, pulling Akihito toward himself.

Akihito got on his hands and knees, looked up into Asami's eyes… and meowed at him. Asami chuckled at his behavior and his eyes burned with desire. The boy-cat licked at his paws then crawled toward his master and licked his lips. Asami smirked and allowed this kitted to continue his ministrations. He wanted to see how far Akihito would take his role play.

Encouraged by Asami's smirk and with his cheeks flushed a deep red, Akihito meowed again and proceeded to lick Asami's ear lobe, down his jaw line, down his neck and chest. He stopped near Asami's nipples, 'do I dare? Should I do it?' Asami noticed his doubt but said nothing.

"Meow?" He asked, hoping Asami would understand his question.

"Go ahead" Was his only answer.

Akihito licked at Asami's nipples and bit them a little, the older man let escape a low grunt but allowed his kitten to continue. The blond continued liking his way down and circled Asami's belly button with his tongue. When he got to edge of the yakuza's pants he tried to undo the belt but his paws prevented him from achieving it so he looked up at Asami expectantly. The man arched his eyebrow and smirked again but did not move until his kitten meowed again.

Asami's erection was thick and heavy as it stood free from the imprisonment of his pants and underwear. Akihito took his cock into his mouth and put his everything into giving his lover pleasure. The boy licked, sucked, caressed and teased like his life depended on it. He was panting hard and could barely contain his need any longer, so he did something he was sure to get Asami to take him savagely. Akihito lowered himself once more in front of Asami's throbbing dick and lifted his hips as high as he could. He started to sway his hips to make his tail move and the bell at the end of the tail made small ringing noises.

Asami had had enough foreplay; he was harder than he ever remembered getting and the movement of those seductive hips combined with the tail and the ringing of the bell at the end of it were driving him to the point of insanity. He was losing control… fast. His mind going back to the tail, he wondered once more how it was kept in place. He ordered Akihito to turn around.

The blond boy crawled on the bed until his rear faced Asami then lowered his upper body and lifted his hips for his master to behold. Asami was taken aback at what he saw. The tail was connected to an anal plug! Meaning, what was holding it in place this whole time was the muscles inside Akihito's rectum.