[ 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 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. ]