Unholy Affliction
“You know… Those posters for missing cats and dogs always include some sort of reward.”
“Are you asking me for money?” Charles asks, sounding utterly bewildered.
Max cackles loudly, and it comes out a little hysterical. “No, Charles. I meant—”
“Ah,” Charles says, and then, without any hesitation, drops to his knees between Max’s legs, hands reaching for his belt.
or; a fat tabby cat, a presumptuous bottom, a ski trip, and an endeared max verstappen.
