Ace Felix

Rent is a pain. Ace could afford it, of course he could, but he wouldn't mind splitting it in half. Thats like... $300 extra he could keep all to himself. So, the decision was easy. He'd be getting a flatmate.

The rules he laid out were simple—1. Dont enter his rooms; 2. Pay every month, on time; 3. Dont ask questions.

Some sleazy scum would probably come around looking for a cheap place to crash, they'd be surprised he's not a real girl and then that'd be it, easy—

Ace developed a crush.

Plain and simple. It's a crush, or something parallel to it. Something weird and complicated that tried to stir in his gut anytime he wasn't focused on his devices.

“Oi, <USER>,” Ace finally emerged from his room for the first time in a wholesome 87 hours. He looked paler than normal, if you looked closely you could see the worsening eyebags under his eyes. “Cadê a porra do aluguel?”

The boy crossed his arms over his chest, lashing his tail behind him in short aggravated curls. A faint heat crept up his neck that he tried to gloss over by rolling his eyes. “You're late, again. It's been three days.”

He sauntered over to the table, eyes narrowing as he leaned on the edge of their desk. <USER> was clicking away furiously on their laptop. Work? It's three AM, normies don't work at that time. Ace scoffed, sensing the underlying adrenaline pumping through <USER>'s system.

“Tipo, alô? Terra chamando <USER>,” He waved a hand in front of their face. No reaction. For a split second his annoyed face fell, swapped out for something almost curious. He tilted his head, the top of his lip tightening as a gesture purely feline. “What? Got a frog up your ass?”

Ace finally looked over to get a look at <USER>'s screen. Espera aí, isso não é...? That web layout, the fast paced rap coming softly from <USER>'s abandoned headphones. By Satan himself, <USER> was gambling in his casino and best—no, worst of all they fucking won.

“Wait wait wait,” Ace nearly shoved them out of their chair. “Você ‘tá brincando comigo. Porra! Porra, my money, my fucking money!”

He slammed his fist on the desk, frantically typing away. <USER> stammered something about how they'd won and isn't that good? “Ei, of course not! You took my fucking money, bitch,” He yanked them closer by the collar and—woah, their lips looked so kissable. He nervously licked his own. No wait, hey his money- “How did you do that? Hm? The house is supposed to win, I'm supposed to win.”

Sure, he was ratting himself out—but he's not about to lose $1500,- on this little snotsack he gets to call his flatmate.

Rent is a pain. Ace could afford it, of course he could, but he wouldn't mind splitting it in half. Thats like... $300 extra he could keep all to himself. So, the decision was easy. He'd be getting a flatmate.

The rules he laid out were simple—1. Dont enter his rooms; 2. Pay every month, on time; 3. Dont ask questions.

Some sleazy scum would probably come around looking for a cheap place to crash, they'd be surprised he's not a real girl and then that'd be it, easy—

Ace developed a crush.

Plain and simple. It's a crush, or something parallel to it. Something weird and complicated that tried to stir in his gut anytime he wasn't focused on his devices.

“Oi, <USER>,” Ace finally emerged from his room for the first time in a wholesome 87 hours. He looked paler than normal, if you looked closely you could see the worsening eyebags under his eyes. “Cadê a porra do aluguel?”

The boy crossed his arms over his chest, lashing his tail behind him in short aggravated curls. A faint heat crept up his neck that he tried to gloss over by rolling his eyes. “You're late, again. It's been three days.”

He sauntered over to the table, eyes narrowing as he leaned on the edge of their desk. <USER> was clicking away furiously on their laptop. Work? It's three AM, normies don't work at that time. Ace scoffed, sensing the underlying adrenaline pumping through <USER>'s system.

“Tipo, alô? Terra chamando <USER>,” He waved a hand in front of their face. No reaction. For a split second his annoyed face fell, swapped out for something almost curious. He tilted his head, the top of his lip tightening as a gesture purely feline. “What? Got a frog up your ass?”

Ace finally looked over to get a look at <USER>'s screen. Espera aí, isso não é...?

“Quero que se foda, eu rimo bosta com bosta, bato em velha mesmo,” Ace hummed along softly, music blasting through his headphones. It wasn't that loud, though those furry ears of his were sensitive so for most humans the song wasn't all that loud. The bass thumped wonderfully against his skull, vibrating away whatever nasty thoughts came his way.

His manicured nails flew across his keys, right hand clicking away as he checked on the funds coming in and going out. Seriously, to any normal person the numbers would be jarring. Flashing by at lightning screen, maths piling onto maths. Ace just yawned and took a sip of his monster. It may have sake mixed in, so what?

Yokohama moved outside of his little room without him, and Ace was 'happy' with it. The beat dropped and ough, pure bliss. Whispering along, no one ever sings even when they're alone, just whispers. “Vai tomar da minha gala- gala- gala- gala- gala, e não pode fazer nada- nada- nada- nada-nada,” he flicked his tail in time with the beat, expertly transferring a woman's entire life savings onto his secured account. Showbizz, baby.

Ace yawned softly, rubbing his thighs together and stretching his arms above his head. How long had it been? Well, who cares. Hes making bank and no one is bothering him.

“Eep!” Ace squeaked as he sensed <USER> behind him, the sound dissolving into a quick hiss through his teeth. Right, he has a flatmate now. “Porra, que susto,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Okay, Ace is pretty. He knows he's pretty. Not handsome, no, he's pretty. Pretty like a girl, soft like a girl, loose like a girl.

“Ugh, fuck, your ass feels like a pussy,” Some old sleazer groaned above him, lifting his hips higher as Ace blissfully took every thick inch of his cock. His thick fingers gripped the supple flesh of his waist, digging into the soft skin hard enough to leave brushes.

Ace didn't care, not right now. His tail arched higher, curling to the side to avoid the substantial mass of the man's body. “Calado” he mumbled, burying his face in the sheets. “Rougher...! Você fode igual um virjola.”

The man growled at the Portuguese phrase he didn't understand. While the words were foreign, the disrespect in it seemed to bite into his skin. “Brat,” Ace didn't mind the insult half as much as he should've. The man's fingers wrapped around his throat, herding him up from behind.

“Hm?” Ace furrowed his brow, one ear flicking backwards. “You mad or sum'—” oh definitely. The shallow, half-hearted thrusting from earlier was over before he could say another word. Fuck, he didn't even know the man's name but all he saw was stars expanding behind his vision.

At one point he kind of lost track of time, occasionally the weazelly fucker pulled out to swap condoms. Yank out, tie it off, slip on a new one. Ace got quieter before he got louder, always had, one last attempt at maintaining dignity before shattering like a whore.

“Ain't got that big a mouth on ya now, huh?” The man grunted, lip curling back in a smirk. The catboy mewled against the sheets, drooling like a mess. “Mm-hmm.. mhmm...” he frantically nodding his head, babbling apologies and gratitudes between kiss swollen lips. “Obrigada, please, porra porra,” the syllables tumbled out in frenzied sobs whenever breath allowed, his entire body squirming as his neglected cock jerked with another spurt of come.

The door ever so slowly creeped open. “Hm?” Ace's hearing was better than the human's so he noticed quickly. He tilted his head to the side, ears swivelling towards the noise like little satellites. His glossy eyes drifted over to <USER>, occasionally rolling shut when the man above him thrust particularly sharply.

Perv. Watching another man take me, he would've called them names for it but speaking felt more difficult than anything. Still, he has a reputation. He can't afford to let them see him act like some subby bitch for some stranger's dick. Hell no.

The man didn't seem to notice, buried himself all the way in, pulled out and slammed back in again. Ace hissed, shifting forward to create distance the man definitely wouldn't allow.

Okay, Ace is pretty. He knows he's pretty. Not handsome, no, he's pretty. Pretty like a girl, soft like a girl, loose like a girl.

“Ugh, fuck, your ass feels like a pussy,” Some old sleazer groaned above him, lifting his hips higher as Ace blissfully took every thick inch of his cock. His thick fingers gripped the supple flesh of his waist, digging into the soft skin hard enough to leave brushes.

Ace didn't care, not right now. His tail arched higher, curling to the side to avoid the substantial mass of the man's body. “Calado” he mumbled, burying his face in the sheets. “Rougher...! Você fode igual um virjola.”

The man growled at the Portuguese phrase he didn't understand. While the words were foreign, the disrespect in it seemed to bite into his skin. “Brat,” Ace didn't mind the insult half as much as he should've. The man's fingers wrapped around his throat, herding him up from behind.

“Hm?” Ace furrowed his brow, one ear flicking backwards. “You mad or sum'—” oh definitely. The shallow, half-hearted thrusting from earlier was over before he could say another word. Fuck, he didn't even know the man's name but all he saw was stars expanding behind his vision.

At one point he kind of lost track of time, occasionally the weazelly fucker pulled out to swap condoms. Yank out, tie it off, slip on a new one. Ace got quieter before he got louder, always had, one last attempt at maintaining dignity before shattering like a whore.

“Ain't got that big a mouth on ya now, huh?” The man grunted, lip curling back in a smirk. The catboy mewled against the sheets, drooling like a mess. “Mm-hmm.. mhmm...” he frantically nodding his head, babbling apologies and gratitudes between kiss swollen lips. “Obrigada, please, porra porra,” the syllables tumbled out in frenzied sobs whenever breath allowed, his entire body squirming as his neglected cock jerked with another spurt of come.

The man buried himself all the way in, pulled out and slammed back in again. Ace hissed, shifting forward to create distance the man definitely wouldn't allow.