"There's two of them camping around the corner! Around the corner!"

Mike Df, a curious emerald-furred cat with a toy mouse in his maw peeks into the bedroom where Ezain sat hunched over on the bed, shouting into the mic he wore while wildly working the controller in his paws. It wouldn't be the first time he or the brunette would engage in a round of intense online gaming, involving Halo, Counter-Strike, or most times Call of Duty, which is what he was playing right now while the greenette was tending to his own business...

Which was hunting down a bunch of animate toy mice one-by-one. He had just caught his last one and came into the room to brag about it to Ezain when he found him there, his voice (and skills) equivalent to that of a highly skilled kid after coming home from their last day of school. He quietly spat the toy rodent out and crept in, hoisting himself onto the bed behind Ezain without making the bed squeak and alert him to his presence even though he silenced the bedspring sounds long ago.

He sat with his legs spread into a split close quarters behind the brunette, observing his actions in-game while leaning back whenever he did. He did well for the most part, watching his back, communicating well with his teammates (and ignoring the ragey ones), staying on the move, and well-equipped with mid-to-high tier weapons and perks. The one thing he didn't do hot in was his aim, as he missed four shots while shooting at an unsuspecting player, but he reacted just fine.

'Heh. Almost as good as me.' Mike thought, smirking as his tail thumped softly against the bed. Maybe this could be the time to have a bit of fun, and he knew the best way how.

"We're halfway there, guys, keep it up! Battez-les!" The brown feline declared, a bit of his native tongue slipping in, earning him several enthusiastic but confused responses. He felt a bit sheepish at that but he answered their questions on the last part of his statement before he felt a pair of arms snake around his midsection and a warm fluffy body press up against him from the back. He knew exactly who it was that was hugging him but he did well not to voice it in the middle of his current game.

"Surprise, Reezes," The green feline purred into his ear before stroking it with one paw while palming his bulge with the other, his legs wrapping around the brunette's hips to where his footpaws would squish his crotch.

"Dammit, Mikey, can it wait?" Ezain seethed, fighting down a shiver as he did his best to purr silently and focus on crushing his virtual foes. "I'm busy creaming these guys right now."

"Aw, why not now? Surely, you could use the tension relief, eh?" He whispered, reaching under his unbuttoned fly and rolling around his balls. "Maybe while you teabag your kill for a while."

He didn't respond, much less resist the greenette pulling him back to where he reclined on his stomach with his hindpaws more than able to reach his gradually pitching tent and rub all around it. He could still see the screen when he was sniped by a player camping from across the map and scoffed, keeping a tight lid on his noises while Mike nudged his toes in past the fly at his cock that was more than halfway out of the sheath.

Which is where it gets tough. Ezain had always forgotten that he was really sensitive and would be reminded that when he and the greenette would make love. He couldn't remember the last time he had to keep quiet or at least try not to get too loud. To where people online could hear. The poor gamer had a difficult time concentrating his fire and breathing when Mike managed to get his dick out from his fly with his balls and slowly stroked it between his feet.

"A-ah, God..." He shuddered under his breath as he managed to gun down two more enemies on the screen before dying to a grenade while Mike picked up the pace, his soft paws working his shaft in opposite ways. Like, his left paw went up while the other went down and vice versa. "Slow down..."

His only response was to go faster, making him gasp out in bliss.

"Yo, you straight, man?" A teammate asked him over the mic.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just need to catch my breath, the hype is real," Ezain answered, looking back to glower at the feline who had that toothy grin on his face. Cheeky bastard.

"Ok." His teammate answered, sounding a bit uneasy.

"Quiet now, that mic is top-notch and can pick up even the faintest of sounds. Which would be your breathing." The greenette explained softly, leaning in to lick up his ear while rubbing his foot paws in tandem around his cock at a fairly slower, but smooth speed, thanks to the pre. Ezain looked ready to swear but bit it back alongside the silky soft sensation graciously stroking his penis to finish the game.

It was hard, what with Mike now giving him a slow footjob that didn't help out with his sensitivity, but he powered through it until the game announced the winning team. He celebrated right with them while throwing a few jeers himself at the losing team that talked the most mid to late-2000s tier shit the entire time. Were the feline playing without a mic on, they'd both get a kick out of the verbal war going on while Mike rubbed away at him...

With those softer than silk paws. Taking the time to say his farewells to his online friends, he motioned for the green feline to move to the side so he can get this over with. He gladly obliged, rolling to the side and parting his legs. He lifted his footpaws and let Ezain guide them to his cock, wrapping them around the shaft and moving them up and down. He groaned, thrusting up in between his partners padded soles at a hasty pace while keeping a solid hold on his feet.

"Mrrr, you feel so hard and warm around my paws~." The greenette meowed with a curt smile as his tail swished side to side with the brunette's.

"Shut it," He grunted shakily, unable to contain himself any longer as he got up, planting a knee on the bed with his cock still in between Mike's paws, and started back throwing his hips forward with renown vigor now that this position worked in his favor. However, he only got a short multitude of strokes in before he felt he was about to burst.

"Damn, so soon." He tch'ed, pulling back to rapidly tug at his cock in front of his boyfriend's paws as he laid there with that signature poker face. If Ezain could be honest here, that look he had always seemed to arouse him in a strange kind of way. His ragged breathing quickly morphed into a shaky groan when he released rope after rope of hot sperm directly onto his wiggling paws, splashing his toes, soles, and dark green pads in warm alabaster. After drenching in every drop he had, he bent down and got cleaning.

"Aye, there it is," Mike said, humming at the sexy display in front of him, purring from the warmth of his boy-toy's tongue licking up the mess all over his paws. When he was done swallowing it down with a mildly grossed-out expression, Ezain loomed over the greenette after getting on top of him and rubbed their noses together.

"Happy now?" He asked, a little winded from coming down from his high.

"Yeah, you fluffy baby." Mike chuckled, booping him in the nose.