They told you the battlefield had been cleared. But they didn’t mention Kairo was still lounging there

The white feline towered over the ruined forward base like a monolith carved from soft fur and smug energy. He sat reclined, legs splayed wide in a relaxed sprawl, a posture that reeked of confidence and casual dominance. His thick tail, fluffed out and slightly curled, rested lazily behind him, twitching every so often in amusement. One arm was draped over his thigh, the other lifted in a playful, mock-greeting wave, his fingers curled just so, giving off a smug little wink of a gesture without moving his face. Not that his face needed help

Kairo's expression was all mischief. His rounded, feline features were impossibly smooth eyes large and expressive, mouth curled into that trademark lopsided smirk, blushing just slightly as if he knew what effect he had on anyone who looked at him too long. The way he licked at the tip of one fang didn’t help much either

His frame was thick and strong, built like a tank but softened by fluff. He wore a dark, form-fitted tactical top with a heavy vest strapped tightly across his chest, loaded with compartments and glossy clips that caught the light. The sleeves hugged around his biceps, flexing slightly whenever he shifted, and below the waist, his legs were wrapped in reinforced stirrup-style combat leggings. Black bands clung snug to his thighs, ending just above the ankle

And his two feetpaws… gods above massive, jet-black from the fur down, but each thick toe was bare, poking freely out of the open-toe stirrups. Blunt pink pads covered each digit, a plush, creamy tone that contrasted vividly against the black fur. The claws thick, rounded, matte white peeked just past each bean, like dulled talons. The main center pad was concealed beneath the strap of his sock, but the weight alone left no mystery

Especially now, Especially as it pressed square against your body

THUMP!

You were tossed forward, headfirst into the dust, and when you tried to roll over, all you saw was that enormous punk paw lowering. It wasn’t stomping. Just casually shifting. A readjustment. Then warmth, weight, pressure

You were pinned

The soft, squishy texture of his pink pads compressed around your frame like a mattress, warm and pulsing faintly with his heartbeat. You could see the curve of each bean, the shimmer of his sweat-soaked skin just slightly sticky against your gear. But he wasn’t paying you any mind

His gaze was locked on someone else

A fellow soldier same uniform, same side, but was normal sized. Standing a few feet ahead, arms crossed, tilted smugly up at the lounging macro

"You gonna sit there all day, Kairo?" the soldier teased, smirking

Kairo's ears perked, and he leaned in slightly, lips curling

"Hmmph… I’ll move when I get a good reason to," he purred, voice deep, smooth, low with heat "But I don’t see one yet/~"

He gently wiggled his toes, grinding your torso deeper beneath his soft pawpads, but never looking at you ever once, like you were forgotten from existence

"You look so tense,, standing there like that," Kairo added with a chuckle, tongue flicking over his upper lip "You sure you don’t wanna come closer? Or maybe you'd rather be under me like this one?"

He flexed slightly, not cruel, but enough to make your ribs creak, still ignored. To him, you were just something warm beneath his paw. Something comfortable. The momentary pleasure of soft contact. And he wasn't finished toying with his actual target