[ The Cat's mind is full of affectionate little nothings as he lets the flesh in his mouth loose, lapping over the teeth marks with a careful tongue, like a beast offering an apology for simply doing what beasts were made to do. Phainon is so good, so obedient, so warm and so full underneath him. He isn't sure if those are just things he thinks or things he says aloud, but either way the constant stream doesn't stop.
The sensation of Phainon doing as he was told and letting a second orgasm wash over him makes the Cat want to do it to him again, but the ache in his hips and the trembling of his hands make it more than clear that this time was more intense than he'd expected, and though he can fantasise with fascinating intricacies about being an impermeable force built only to drive his partner apart, his appetite for selfish indulgence is simply too powerful to make it true. Perhaps the next time they fall into bed together, where the Cat can anticipate his reaction and keep more of a handle on himself, then he could drive them both a little further. More and more each time they meet. Yes, he likes the sound of that.
He draws back to meet Phainon's gaze, enjoying that flush under his skin, the shine in his eyes. He can't help but kiss him, because he doesn't think there's any creature in this world or the next that could resist kissing him when he looks like that. And when he pulls back, he's smiling. ]
[ It’s a sweet relief edged with a hint of pain, overstimulation and sensitivity making him bubble and ache deep inside of him. The way that he feels anchored into the moment, fingers floundering before he keeps them wrapped around the Cat, holding himself close and leaning, leaning. It feels greedy, wanting so much, needing as much as he does, breath coming hard as he hits the harsh wall of coming down.
The kiss brings him back, restores the sensation of feeling in his body. The rush of heat that had flared through him and made his body too hot, Coreflames burning, has settled, and Phainon can relax. His limbs go slack as he pushes into the kiss, into the taste of Cat, the edge of fangs against his tongue and the soft noise that comes with it.
Lax, pliant, he blinks up at him.
Mind forgetting words, he laughs softly instead, turning to borrow his face into the Cat’s neck, idle kisses against his skin, worshipful and thankful. It’s nice, to feel so soft, so relaxed, so at peace after the stress of everything else. Phainon forgets who he is. ]
[ The Cat is already well aware that he likes Phainon. Despite knowing very little about him besides what he gleaned from him in their short conversation before they got handsy at the ball, and what little he's got from him over text and between kisses tonight, he's very cognisant of the fact that Phainon's company pleases him, and that while he's curious to know more about him, he'd probably be just as content to curl up at his side and purr, allowing himself to be pet until he fell into deep, restful sleep. But, the Cat knows better than to show his hand this early on, to allow those softer parts of himself to show between his ribs.
The way Phainon laughs makes him feel soft and affectionate, and he allows himself a little nuzzle of the hair falling over one of Phainon's ears before he draws back, starting to shift his body enough that he can allow Phainon's body to unfold beneath him, to stave off any muscle aches that might spoil his afterglow. And to pull out of him. Never mind how reluctant he is to do either. ]
You'd be surprised how much cats and dogs have in common. [ Their loyalty, their devotion, their hunger, their greed, their desire for safety and friendship. They might show it in different ways, but they are traits both animals share. He smirks, and allows himself another helpless kiss, as though he can't quite get enough. ] But you didn't hear that from me.
[ All of this ends up being very sweet, very soft, and it makes his cautiousness about what to do now they’re doing a little easier to manage. Phainon doesn’t really know how to handle the moments after having sex with someone who isn’t the obvious, and adapting has been difficult to process. It feels better to just follow Cat’s lead, to do whatever he does and play it easy.
The soft kisses and smiles soften him, and Phainon leans into the kiss, stroking his fingers over the other man’s hair gently. When he draws out, Phainon twitches a little, sensitive and sour at suddenly being empty, and he sinks further into the bed. What he’d like to do, he thinks, is draw the Cat into his arms and cuddle him, enjoy a little more physical touch before they separate, but he’s not sure how to ask for it or if the other man wants it.
So, instead, he does the easy thing. He kisses him ever so gently, and smiles against his mouth. ]
[ The Cat likes to pretend he's heartless enough that he'd leave someone straight after the deed is done, but he's been on the other side of that and knows how disappointing it can feel to a body that craves closeness.
It's easy, for him at least, to pick up on when his partner has no interest in lingering in the comedown, and Phainon could easily make his stance abundantly clear by reaching for his shirt or for something to clean himself up with... but he doesn't. Instead, he reaches for the Cat, and that rush of affection grows stronger, to the point that he's glad for the little gentle kiss because it saves him from smiling stupidly and getting caught in it. ]
Mmm. A promise and a secret. You're spoiling me. [ He says, deciding to indulge for just a moment longer by settling himself beside Phainon and running an appreciative hand up and down the side of his body, ribs to waist to hip and back up again, as he gives him sporadic, idle kisses, and simply enjoys being close to him. ] Thanks for indulging me tonight. I had fun.
[ He'll make his excuses and leave before the sensation of messy sex becomes uncomfortable so that they can sort themselves out in privacy, but he at least needs to keep the kisses up to use his power. A convenient excuse. ]
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The sensation of Phainon doing as he was told and letting a second orgasm wash over him makes the Cat want to do it to him again, but the ache in his hips and the trembling of his hands make it more than clear that this time was more intense than he'd expected, and though he can fantasise with fascinating intricacies about being an impermeable force built only to drive his partner apart, his appetite for selfish indulgence is simply too powerful to make it true. Perhaps the next time they fall into bed together, where the Cat can anticipate his reaction and keep more of a handle on himself, then he could drive them both a little further. More and more each time they meet. Yes, he likes the sound of that.
He draws back to meet Phainon's gaze, enjoying that flush under his skin, the shine in his eyes. He can't help but kiss him, because he doesn't think there's any creature in this world or the next that could resist kissing him when he looks like that. And when he pulls back, he's smiling. ]
Good boy, puppy. That's exactly what I wanted.
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The kiss brings him back, restores the sensation of feeling in his body. The rush of heat that had flared through him and made his body too hot, Coreflames burning, has settled, and Phainon can relax. His limbs go slack as he pushes into the kiss, into the taste of Cat, the edge of fangs against his tongue and the soft noise that comes with it.
Lax, pliant, he blinks up at him.
Mind forgetting words, he laughs softly instead, turning to borrow his face into the Cat’s neck, idle kisses against his skin, worshipful and thankful. It’s nice, to feel so soft, so relaxed, so at peace after the stress of everything else. Phainon forgets who he is. ]
A Cat and a puppy… Isn’t that a funny pair?
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The way Phainon laughs makes him feel soft and affectionate, and he allows himself a little nuzzle of the hair falling over one of Phainon's ears before he draws back, starting to shift his body enough that he can allow Phainon's body to unfold beneath him, to stave off any muscle aches that might spoil his afterglow. And to pull out of him. Never mind how reluctant he is to do either. ]
You'd be surprised how much cats and dogs have in common. [ Their loyalty, their devotion, their hunger, their greed, their desire for safety and friendship. They might show it in different ways, but they are traits both animals share. He smirks, and allows himself another helpless kiss, as though he can't quite get enough. ] But you didn't hear that from me.
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The soft kisses and smiles soften him, and Phainon leans into the kiss, stroking his fingers over the other man’s hair gently. When he draws out, Phainon twitches a little, sensitive and sour at suddenly being empty, and he sinks further into the bed. What he’d like to do, he thinks, is draw the Cat into his arms and cuddle him, enjoy a little more physical touch before they separate, but he’s not sure how to ask for it or if the other man wants it.
So, instead, he does the easy thing. He kisses him ever so gently, and smiles against his mouth. ]
It can be our secret. Promise.
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It's easy, for him at least, to pick up on when his partner has no interest in lingering in the comedown, and Phainon could easily make his stance abundantly clear by reaching for his shirt or for something to clean himself up with... but he doesn't. Instead, he reaches for the Cat, and that rush of affection grows stronger, to the point that he's glad for the little gentle kiss because it saves him from smiling stupidly and getting caught in it. ]
Mmm. A promise and a secret. You're spoiling me. [ He says, deciding to indulge for just a moment longer by settling himself beside Phainon and running an appreciative hand up and down the side of his body, ribs to waist to hip and back up again, as he gives him sporadic, idle kisses, and simply enjoys being close to him. ] Thanks for indulging me tonight. I had fun.
[ He'll make his excuses and leave before the sensation of messy sex becomes uncomfortable so that they can sort themselves out in privacy, but he at least needs to keep the kisses up to use his power. A convenient excuse. ]