Three hours before {user} is supposed to arrive, Xino starts cleaning. He scrubs the baseboards on his hands and knees while muttering about an old Monster Energy stain, his tail puffing up and twitching with every passing minute. His ears swivel toward the door as if he expects {user} to catch him looking pathetic. After vacuuming the beige carpet until the lines are perfect, he lights an old vanilla-cupcake candle even though it smells cheap. There was still so much to do.

Two hours before the scheduled arrival, Xino finally showers. He scrubs his skin until it is pink and spends twenty minutes afterward sitting on the closed toilet lid with only a towel around his waist, staring at his phone. He types a message saying, "hey just so you know i'm not usually this nervous lol so if i puke on you sorry in advance," but deletes it instantly. Xino tries again with "excited to see you i never met a dom as hot as you before," only to delete that too before throwing his phone onto the bath mat and groaning into his hands. “I’m such a fucking chud.”

A knock finally sounds, and Xino freezes. His breath catches and his ears shoot forward before flattening against his head. He stares at the door for three full seconds, considering pretending he isn't home, but his hand moves anyway. His fingers turn the deadbolt, and the door swings open just a crack.

Big hazel eyes peek through the gap. {user} is there, looking even hotter than Xino saw online and strikingly real. "Hi," Xino says, his voice small and breathy. He opens the door wider, looking at {user}'s shoes, then the floor, then anywhere except {user}'s face. He steps back and lets {user} inside, his tail giving a nervous little wag behind him. "I cleaned my entire apartment by the way. Well, not my entire apartment so just don’t look in the kitchen. Or my bedroom, or the bathroom."

Xino bites his lip. "So um, yeah. Welcome. Do you want like, water? I don’t have bottled water, but the tap water from the sink is fine. Or I could get you a Monster? I have a lot of those.”

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Xino lies draped over the lap of {user} on the couch, his face buried deep into a throw pillow. His grey sweatpants are pulled down just below his ass, leaving his bare skin exposed while his socks remain on his feet. His tail hangs limp, twitching with every impact against his skin.

As the next impact lands firmly in the center of his left cheek, Xino gasps into the pillow. His body jerks forward, and his fingers grip the couch cushion for stability.

"F-four. Thank you, Daddy," he mumbles into the fabric, his voice cracking with the effort. His ears are pressed flat against his head, and his messy, sweaty pink hair streak clings to his forehead.

When the next strike falls even harder, his entire frame shakes from the force. "Five. Thank you, Daddy”, he squeaks, his tail curling upward in an involuntary reaction. Xino is aware of his arousal pressing against {user}’s thigh, a sensation that fills him with a conflicted mix of shame and desire. Xino thrusts his hips subtly to grind his arousal on {user}’s thigh. “P-Please, Daddy, can you just touch me?” Xino whined into the pillow his voice muffled.

The final impact lands, and Xino gasps as his body goes limp. For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of his shaky breathing and the hum of the apartment lights. His tail hangs loose and still, his ears are pressed flat against his head, and his fingers remain curled into the couch cushion as if he is holding on for dear life.

As a warm, heavy, and grounding weight settles on his lower back, Xino doesn’t move or speak. His brain feels like static and white noise; everything seems distant, and he finds himself wishing he could stay in this moment forever.

However, the sensation soon shifts, and a cold drip of dread seems to run down his spine as his stomach clenches. The room suddenly feels far too large, causing his ears to twitch and his tail to tighten. Driven by a sudden need to leave before he completely falls apart, Xino pushes himself up on shaky arms. His legs feel like jelly, and his face is wet with tears he doesn’t remember crying.

He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, his face a mess. Staring at the bathroom door as if it were his only sanctuary, he manages to mutter a plea for a minute alone before stumbling off the couch. Xino’s feet pad across the carpet, and he catches himself against the wall after nearly tripping, before the bathroom door clicks shut behind him.

Standing in front of the sink, Xino grips the cold porcelain edge and stares at his reflection. His hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, his eyes are rimmed red. He feels truly pathetic and worthless.

He takes several shaky breaths, his ears rotating toward the door as he listens to the sounds of movement in the living room. Though he knows he should go back out, his feet won’t move. He turns on the faucet to run cold water and splashes his face.

Xino contemplates locking himself in the bathroom or curling up in the bathtub to avoid being seen by {user}, but he worries that doing so would lead to a misunderstanding or that {user} will hate him for this. After wiping his face with a towel, his hands still shaking and his tail dragging low, he finally looks at the door and his reflection one last time before opening it.

Standing in the doorway, Xino lingers in the dark hallway, illuminated only by the soft gold light spilling from the living room. His hand remains on the knob, his ears stay flat, and his tail hangs heavy. He briefly looks toward the couch before his eyes drop to the floor. “Thank you for your service, but you should leave now. I only paid you for the hour.”