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metamorphosis2016-11-18 10:49 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2016-11-18 10:49 pm
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Title: i'm sorry mom
Characters: Black, Leonardo Watch
Rating: nsfw
Leo wakes up to claws trailing against his back.
He shouldn’t be surprised, not with a catboy generally sharing the same space as him, but he still jumps and swears softly; the claws jerk away, and when he turns around there’s Black, holding his hands to his chest. His cream tail is curled tightly around his middle, his matching ears pointed up (alert), and he’s… still, like he’s waiting for something to happen. Leo frowns a little, sitting up fully, and stretches high above his head.
He doesn’t miss the way Black’s eyes momentarily flick down to catch the bit of stomach exposed from the motion.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks; Black’s shoulders relax, as does his tail, as he nods in reply. He sets his hands in his lap, a smile pulling onto his face in a silent question, and Leo tilts his head thoughtfully. “Sure, you can stay. Just don’t decide to make me your scratching post in the middle of the night, alright?”
Black hums in reply, and once Leo lays back down he curls up against his chest, wide blue eyes watching from beneath his bangs. Leo watches back, brow furrowing after a moment—was there something else? He thought he understood everything when it came to catpeople by now—he’d been dealing with them long enough—and feel the creases in his forehead smooth over when Black leans up and presses their lips together.
Just a goodnight kiss. Black lingers a little longer than necessary for it, pressing his face into Leo’s shoulder when he’s through; his ears are a little ticklish when they flick back and forth, but Leo nuzzles the top of his head anyway and sighs. Maybe he’d been wrong to think he knew everything about them, or at least Black in particular; he hadn’t been the same since his sister decided she wanted to move out (across the apartment complex) and left the two of them alone.
He’s still not sure why. The unit was big enough for the three of them—he had made sure of that—but she had merely shrugged her shoulders and signed to him, “I just feel like I need something new.”
Black had moped all week, despite Leo’s best efforts to rally his spirits back up, but he seemed to have been doing better lately… He hums thoughtfully, evidently prompting Black to hum back questioningly; he shakes his head, considers if he has enough effort to talk aloud, then slides his hands beneath Black’s and carefully signs, “It’s nothing. Just thinking.”
Their hands switch positions, Black’s softly furred ones signing this time: “Penny for thoughts? Heard mine before. Least I can do.”
He doesn’t know if the short replies are because the catboy’s tired or because he’s not used to signing like this; he figures it’s the first, because White and Black never had any trouble communicating in bed when they stayed together before. Then again, they also spoke the same language and hadn’t needed to rely on their hands. Leo shakes his head again, turning their hands again.
“It’s really nothing. Are you okay?”
Black blinks at him, pulling his hands to prop himself up. There’s enough light from the bathroom’s open door (one of them still had a fear of the dark despite having night-vision) for him to see Black’s hands moving quickly; he doesn’t catch everything, but gets the gist of it and sits up too. At this point, it’s just easier to talk, especially if Black was going to insist on signing so fast.
“I was just worried. You’ve been…” He trails off, searching for the word, then grabs Black’s hands before he can interrupt; the catboy looks a little struck, ears twitching downwards. “You’ve just been a little quiet since White left, and you haven’t been sleeping well either.”
Black’s ears go right back up and he frowns curiously; Leo raises his eyebrows, leaning in. “You don’t think I wouldn’t know what someone consistently running on two hours of sleep and no catnaps looks like, Black? I went to college. Twice. That’s the only way students live.”
He lets Black’s hands go so he can reply; it’s thankfully slower than his hurried words before, and he manages to parse it out.
“I’ve been fine. I don’t need as much as sleep as you or White, you know.” Yes, he did, but that was because of other—less savory things that they’d been helped out of. Leo opens his mouth to say just that and squawks when Black shoves his hand over it, claws gently digging into his cheek. He stares, eyes glowing in the partial light, and shakes his head. Leo purses his lips against the soft underside of Black’s hand in a silent promise not to interrupt again, and Black returns to signing. “I’ve been sleeping better, anyway. I just wanted to—”
It halts there, mid-sentence, and Black sets his hands in his lap, curled into fists. His ears look like a smile, even if they’re a little too horizontal, and the tip of his tail twitches in blatant nervousness. Leo frowns again and sets his hands on Black’s, shivering a little when they open and turn; it’s palm against pseudo-pawpad, the other’s claws ghosting over the underside of his fingers before they finish stretching out and settling against his fingertips.
“What’d you want?” Leo asks after a long moment; Black’s claws twitch, pricking in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant, and he… mrrs. That’s the only way Leo’s ever been able to describe it, what he and his sister do before they’re about to actually try and speak something that isn’t their mother tongue.
“You.”
‘I just wanted to you?’ he thinks, confused, then it clicks with his other question. Black’s gone still again, and this close Leo can tell he’s holding his breath, waiting for an answer.
It’s not an answer he knows how to give.
“Look, Black, I—” he begins, sliding his fingers between Black’s. Black’s tail flicks in his peripheral, and Leo sighs, opting to start again. “Look, Black, you don’t have to do that kind of stuff anymore. I’m not gonna make you earn your keep like that—I didn’t while White was here, and I wouldn’t do it after. I promised you two that, didn’t I?”
“Want to,” Black replies, turning his face away. Leo tries to reply instantly, but it catches in his throat and comes out as a very inelegant, questioning laugh. He clears his throat, swallowing twice and shaking his head at the worried, panicked look Black gives him.
“You want to,” he repeats, licking his lips when Black nods hesitantly. “…Why?”
The look the catboy sends him edges on pleading, frustrated—Leo squeezes his hand, wincing when he feels claws pricking into it. “No, no, not— I mean— I’m no one special, Black, I’m not even that good-looking, why would you want to—”
Instead of answering—because maybe he doesn’t know how to put it into words Leo will understand—Black kisses him. It steals his breath away, silent as the lapse between lightning and thunderclaps, and he only starts to try and move when Black’s hands leave his and push him down onto the bed, fumbling with his shirt. Leo grapples with him, yelping when claws drag a little too hard on his skin, and tries desperately to catch his breath as Black settles firmly on his stomach. The look in his eyes is hard but pleading, let me do this for you written plain on his face despite how his pupil turn to slits almost predatorily. It’s the lighting, Leo reminds himself. That happens with people too, even if it’s in a different way.
He realizes Black’s waiting again, tail flicking from side to side patiently. He wants to, but he’s not going to unless Leo agrees to it.
It’s a relieving realization, and Leo caresses Black’s cheek with his fingertips. Black leans into it slightly and sighs, fisting Leo’s shirt between his legs.
“I don’t mind,” he replies, tongue heavy in his mouth, and it’s true; it’s not like he doesn’t like Black, but given what he and his sister had been prior to their rescue, something like that never seemed… within question, and so he hadn’t really put much thought into it. Black’s eyes slowly narrow as Leo goes from stroking his cheek rubbing his jaw, tail settling in a curl against his bare thighs. It tickles, but he resists the urge to fidget because of it. “I just… don’t want you to feel like you have to, because you don’t. That’s all. But—” he raises his voice slightly as Black’s eyes snap back open; he waits for the tension to fade from his shoulders to continue, “but if it’s something you want, Black, even if I don’t know why you’d want to… I don’t mind.”
Black stares at him in a daze, before raising his hands and sloppily signing something. It takes Leo a moment to parse it out as but do you want to? to hesitantly nod, an embarrassing warmth filling him when Black smiles lazily and leans down, slipping back into his lap. The kiss is the same as before (firm, lingering a little too long), but Leo returns it this time, pressing forward to deepen it, eyes closing involuntarily even though he really likes the look on Black’s face.
After a moment, he rolls his hips experimentally and winces when Black bites on his bottom lip in surprise; Black murmurs something in his mother tongue apologetically, lapping at the blood dribbling down his chin until it stops. It’s a weird sensation—it’s sandpapery but not unpleasant, reminding Leo definitely of the strays that used to come by his house when he was a kid. Not really the thing he wants to think of right now, and he’s thankful when Black goes back to kissing him instead of licking him. On the corner of his mouth now, mindful not to get too close to his injury, and Leo runs his hands down to Black’s hips and squeezes them.
A warning this time, before he rolls under him again. Black doesn’t bite him this time; his breath hitches instead, purring interrupted the way it does when he has the hiccups, and Leo can’t help it: he laughs, not minding Black’s half-whine or how hot it makes him. He does it again and again, listening to Black’s hiccups and whines, only stopping when Black sits up and grinds down in him in retaliation; he doesn’t realize his eyes have opened until Black’s face swims into focus, lips trembling and skin flushed red. Leo takes his hands off of Black for just a moment, forcing himself to sit up and forcing Black to fidget more comfortably in his lap, and sets them on the small of his back.
He scratches the base of Black’s tail, where the skin turns from smooth to fine fur, getting thicker the further he follows it; Black arches, mewling (he’s pretty sure that’s the only way to describe it), and Leo trails kisses across his thin shoulders. It isn’t long before he’s teasing Black through his shorts, wondering if his dick is barbed like an actual cat’s or if it’s more human.
Leo really hopes it’s the latter.
Black returns the favor, particularly careful when he does so; there’s just the thin fabric of Leo’s boxers keeping his dick safe from claws that could catch at a moment’s surprise, and he knows his breathing is more ragged from the danger of it than from Black’s actual motions. His heart jumps when he hears cloth tear, but it’s only soft finger-pawpads that press against his base—curiously at first, more sure after another laugh hiccups out of Leo’s throat. Black turns—Leo blushes at the obscenity that is a (still clothed) ass in his face, then feels his blood race down between his legs when Black rubs his cheek against his dick with a satisfied purr. He does it again with his other cheek, tail swinging just above Leo’s nose; it perks up when Leo tugs his shorts down, exposing him, and Black glances back at him inquisitively.
Leo stares at him for a moment, swallowing hard, then leans forward and gives his balls a quick lick. Black jerks forward, gasping (a very human sound, contrasting hard with the swish of his tail as it swings straight up), and he does it again, gripping the inside of Black’s thigh to keep him steady and to push him a little up so he can get at his dick proper. Black’s fingers curl around Leo, claws precariously hovering over his sensitive skin, and Leo almost chokes on Black when he gives him a decisive pump. They find a steady rhythm, Leo swallowing pre-cum as it comes and only drawing away from blowing Black to let him know to spit on his hands or something because it was starting to chafe a little; it feels much nicer after that, and he’s massaging Black’s thighs when he hears a squeak and feels his tail curl around his wrist. It’s only that much warning before he feels hot jizz hit the back of his throat, Black panting hard above him and his hands flexing around his hard-on.
Twice do claws come terrifyingly close to puncturing his skin, almost but not quite, and Leo’s not sure if he’s too aroused to be scared shitless or if it’s adrenaline keeping him from freaking out. Maybe both. He waits for Black to finish, swallowing most of the saltiness in his mouth and rubbing what’s leaked out on the bed’s sheets; a few more drops land on his cheek, but he doesn’t mind them half as much as he mind’s Black’s now-languid efforts. Leo can tell by the flop of his ears and how his tail hangs limp that he’s spent and tired, and he gently pushes him off; Black falls easily to the side, shaking his head, and Leo finishes himself off.
Black insists on licking the cum from his hand though, cleaning him up entirely with slow licks from a tongue that’s still surprising in how coarse it isn’t. Once he’s finished, he curls his tail around Leo’s wrist again and presses against him; he nuzzles into the crook of his neck, purring all the while, and Leo sneaks an arm beneath him to hold him with.
It’s one of the more restful sleeps he’s ever experienced with Black around.
Characters: Black, Leonardo Watch
Rating: nsfw
Leo wakes up to claws trailing against his back.
He shouldn’t be surprised, not with a catboy generally sharing the same space as him, but he still jumps and swears softly; the claws jerk away, and when he turns around there’s Black, holding his hands to his chest. His cream tail is curled tightly around his middle, his matching ears pointed up (alert), and he’s… still, like he’s waiting for something to happen. Leo frowns a little, sitting up fully, and stretches high above his head.
He doesn’t miss the way Black’s eyes momentarily flick down to catch the bit of stomach exposed from the motion.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks; Black’s shoulders relax, as does his tail, as he nods in reply. He sets his hands in his lap, a smile pulling onto his face in a silent question, and Leo tilts his head thoughtfully. “Sure, you can stay. Just don’t decide to make me your scratching post in the middle of the night, alright?”
Black hums in reply, and once Leo lays back down he curls up against his chest, wide blue eyes watching from beneath his bangs. Leo watches back, brow furrowing after a moment—was there something else? He thought he understood everything when it came to catpeople by now—he’d been dealing with them long enough—and feel the creases in his forehead smooth over when Black leans up and presses their lips together.
Just a goodnight kiss. Black lingers a little longer than necessary for it, pressing his face into Leo’s shoulder when he’s through; his ears are a little ticklish when they flick back and forth, but Leo nuzzles the top of his head anyway and sighs. Maybe he’d been wrong to think he knew everything about them, or at least Black in particular; he hadn’t been the same since his sister decided she wanted to move out (across the apartment complex) and left the two of them alone.
He’s still not sure why. The unit was big enough for the three of them—he had made sure of that—but she had merely shrugged her shoulders and signed to him, “I just feel like I need something new.”
Black had moped all week, despite Leo’s best efforts to rally his spirits back up, but he seemed to have been doing better lately… He hums thoughtfully, evidently prompting Black to hum back questioningly; he shakes his head, considers if he has enough effort to talk aloud, then slides his hands beneath Black’s and carefully signs, “It’s nothing. Just thinking.”
Their hands switch positions, Black’s softly furred ones signing this time: “Penny for thoughts? Heard mine before. Least I can do.”
He doesn’t know if the short replies are because the catboy’s tired or because he’s not used to signing like this; he figures it’s the first, because White and Black never had any trouble communicating in bed when they stayed together before. Then again, they also spoke the same language and hadn’t needed to rely on their hands. Leo shakes his head again, turning their hands again.
“It’s really nothing. Are you okay?”
Black blinks at him, pulling his hands to prop himself up. There’s enough light from the bathroom’s open door (one of them still had a fear of the dark despite having night-vision) for him to see Black’s hands moving quickly; he doesn’t catch everything, but gets the gist of it and sits up too. At this point, it’s just easier to talk, especially if Black was going to insist on signing so fast.
“I was just worried. You’ve been…” He trails off, searching for the word, then grabs Black’s hands before he can interrupt; the catboy looks a little struck, ears twitching downwards. “You’ve just been a little quiet since White left, and you haven’t been sleeping well either.”
Black’s ears go right back up and he frowns curiously; Leo raises his eyebrows, leaning in. “You don’t think I wouldn’t know what someone consistently running on two hours of sleep and no catnaps looks like, Black? I went to college. Twice. That’s the only way students live.”
He lets Black’s hands go so he can reply; it’s thankfully slower than his hurried words before, and he manages to parse it out.
“I’ve been fine. I don’t need as much as sleep as you or White, you know.” Yes, he did, but that was because of other—less savory things that they’d been helped out of. Leo opens his mouth to say just that and squawks when Black shoves his hand over it, claws gently digging into his cheek. He stares, eyes glowing in the partial light, and shakes his head. Leo purses his lips against the soft underside of Black’s hand in a silent promise not to interrupt again, and Black returns to signing. “I’ve been sleeping better, anyway. I just wanted to—”
It halts there, mid-sentence, and Black sets his hands in his lap, curled into fists. His ears look like a smile, even if they’re a little too horizontal, and the tip of his tail twitches in blatant nervousness. Leo frowns again and sets his hands on Black’s, shivering a little when they open and turn; it’s palm against pseudo-pawpad, the other’s claws ghosting over the underside of his fingers before they finish stretching out and settling against his fingertips.
“What’d you want?” Leo asks after a long moment; Black’s claws twitch, pricking in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant, and he… mrrs. That’s the only way Leo’s ever been able to describe it, what he and his sister do before they’re about to actually try and speak something that isn’t their mother tongue.
“You.”
‘I just wanted to you?’ he thinks, confused, then it clicks with his other question. Black’s gone still again, and this close Leo can tell he’s holding his breath, waiting for an answer.
It’s not an answer he knows how to give.
“Look, Black, I—” he begins, sliding his fingers between Black’s. Black’s tail flicks in his peripheral, and Leo sighs, opting to start again. “Look, Black, you don’t have to do that kind of stuff anymore. I’m not gonna make you earn your keep like that—I didn’t while White was here, and I wouldn’t do it after. I promised you two that, didn’t I?”
“Want to,” Black replies, turning his face away. Leo tries to reply instantly, but it catches in his throat and comes out as a very inelegant, questioning laugh. He clears his throat, swallowing twice and shaking his head at the worried, panicked look Black gives him.
“You want to,” he repeats, licking his lips when Black nods hesitantly. “…Why?”
The look the catboy sends him edges on pleading, frustrated—Leo squeezes his hand, wincing when he feels claws pricking into it. “No, no, not— I mean— I’m no one special, Black, I’m not even that good-looking, why would you want to—”
Instead of answering—because maybe he doesn’t know how to put it into words Leo will understand—Black kisses him. It steals his breath away, silent as the lapse between lightning and thunderclaps, and he only starts to try and move when Black’s hands leave his and push him down onto the bed, fumbling with his shirt. Leo grapples with him, yelping when claws drag a little too hard on his skin, and tries desperately to catch his breath as Black settles firmly on his stomach. The look in his eyes is hard but pleading, let me do this for you written plain on his face despite how his pupil turn to slits almost predatorily. It’s the lighting, Leo reminds himself. That happens with people too, even if it’s in a different way.
He realizes Black’s waiting again, tail flicking from side to side patiently. He wants to, but he’s not going to unless Leo agrees to it.
It’s a relieving realization, and Leo caresses Black’s cheek with his fingertips. Black leans into it slightly and sighs, fisting Leo’s shirt between his legs.
“I don’t mind,” he replies, tongue heavy in his mouth, and it’s true; it’s not like he doesn’t like Black, but given what he and his sister had been prior to their rescue, something like that never seemed… within question, and so he hadn’t really put much thought into it. Black’s eyes slowly narrow as Leo goes from stroking his cheek rubbing his jaw, tail settling in a curl against his bare thighs. It tickles, but he resists the urge to fidget because of it. “I just… don’t want you to feel like you have to, because you don’t. That’s all. But—” he raises his voice slightly as Black’s eyes snap back open; he waits for the tension to fade from his shoulders to continue, “but if it’s something you want, Black, even if I don’t know why you’d want to… I don’t mind.”
Black stares at him in a daze, before raising his hands and sloppily signing something. It takes Leo a moment to parse it out as but do you want to? to hesitantly nod, an embarrassing warmth filling him when Black smiles lazily and leans down, slipping back into his lap. The kiss is the same as before (firm, lingering a little too long), but Leo returns it this time, pressing forward to deepen it, eyes closing involuntarily even though he really likes the look on Black’s face.
After a moment, he rolls his hips experimentally and winces when Black bites on his bottom lip in surprise; Black murmurs something in his mother tongue apologetically, lapping at the blood dribbling down his chin until it stops. It’s a weird sensation—it’s sandpapery but not unpleasant, reminding Leo definitely of the strays that used to come by his house when he was a kid. Not really the thing he wants to think of right now, and he’s thankful when Black goes back to kissing him instead of licking him. On the corner of his mouth now, mindful not to get too close to his injury, and Leo runs his hands down to Black’s hips and squeezes them.
A warning this time, before he rolls under him again. Black doesn’t bite him this time; his breath hitches instead, purring interrupted the way it does when he has the hiccups, and Leo can’t help it: he laughs, not minding Black’s half-whine or how hot it makes him. He does it again and again, listening to Black’s hiccups and whines, only stopping when Black sits up and grinds down in him in retaliation; he doesn’t realize his eyes have opened until Black’s face swims into focus, lips trembling and skin flushed red. Leo takes his hands off of Black for just a moment, forcing himself to sit up and forcing Black to fidget more comfortably in his lap, and sets them on the small of his back.
He scratches the base of Black’s tail, where the skin turns from smooth to fine fur, getting thicker the further he follows it; Black arches, mewling (he’s pretty sure that’s the only way to describe it), and Leo trails kisses across his thin shoulders. It isn’t long before he’s teasing Black through his shorts, wondering if his dick is barbed like an actual cat’s or if it’s more human.
Leo really hopes it’s the latter.
Black returns the favor, particularly careful when he does so; there’s just the thin fabric of Leo’s boxers keeping his dick safe from claws that could catch at a moment’s surprise, and he knows his breathing is more ragged from the danger of it than from Black’s actual motions. His heart jumps when he hears cloth tear, but it’s only soft finger-pawpads that press against his base—curiously at first, more sure after another laugh hiccups out of Leo’s throat. Black turns—Leo blushes at the obscenity that is a (still clothed) ass in his face, then feels his blood race down between his legs when Black rubs his cheek against his dick with a satisfied purr. He does it again with his other cheek, tail swinging just above Leo’s nose; it perks up when Leo tugs his shorts down, exposing him, and Black glances back at him inquisitively.
Leo stares at him for a moment, swallowing hard, then leans forward and gives his balls a quick lick. Black jerks forward, gasping (a very human sound, contrasting hard with the swish of his tail as it swings straight up), and he does it again, gripping the inside of Black’s thigh to keep him steady and to push him a little up so he can get at his dick proper. Black’s fingers curl around Leo, claws precariously hovering over his sensitive skin, and Leo almost chokes on Black when he gives him a decisive pump. They find a steady rhythm, Leo swallowing pre-cum as it comes and only drawing away from blowing Black to let him know to spit on his hands or something because it was starting to chafe a little; it feels much nicer after that, and he’s massaging Black’s thighs when he hears a squeak and feels his tail curl around his wrist. It’s only that much warning before he feels hot jizz hit the back of his throat, Black panting hard above him and his hands flexing around his hard-on.
Twice do claws come terrifyingly close to puncturing his skin, almost but not quite, and Leo’s not sure if he’s too aroused to be scared shitless or if it’s adrenaline keeping him from freaking out. Maybe both. He waits for Black to finish, swallowing most of the saltiness in his mouth and rubbing what’s leaked out on the bed’s sheets; a few more drops land on his cheek, but he doesn’t mind them half as much as he mind’s Black’s now-languid efforts. Leo can tell by the flop of his ears and how his tail hangs limp that he’s spent and tired, and he gently pushes him off; Black falls easily to the side, shaking his head, and Leo finishes himself off.
Black insists on licking the cum from his hand though, cleaning him up entirely with slow licks from a tongue that’s still surprising in how coarse it isn’t. Once he’s finished, he curls his tail around Leo’s wrist again and presses against him; he nuzzles into the crook of his neck, purring all the while, and Leo sneaks an arm beneath him to hold him with.
It’s one of the more restful sleeps he’s ever experienced with Black around.