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“I mean,” said Chat, now very strangled, and gestured in the vague direction of his belt, “if you wanted to take care of that, I wouldn’t stop you.”
“…It’s fine,” said Ladybug, faintly, belatedly, and hopefully like someone who wasn’t actually dying to put her mouth on her good friend’s dick, whose breasts and groin weren’t tingling at the mere thought that she’d made him sound like that. “I’m fine.”
(She wondered if she could make him shout; if she could make him get loud of she was clever enough with her tongue; if she could—)
“Right,” Chat sighed, sounding relieved and disappointed, and Ladybug very nearly opened her mouth to take it back.
It was somewhat horrifying to realize just how much she liked the sound of Chat’s voice when he was that turned on.
He collapsed back against her thighs, panting at the sky as his eyes slid shut, and Ladybug found herself wetting her lips as she took him in.
Bitten-red mouth and golden eyelashes, golden skin that vanished behind a dark collar, the smooth, sculpted planes of his chest heaving as he caught his breath, his abdomen fluttering just slightly...
Ladybug swallowed hard.
He'd hitched a thigh up like a defense, except that it was his outside leg, and the pose did nothing but open him a little wider to her, the lean muscles in his thighs and calves flexing and relaxing as he caught his breath.
She only realized she was reaching out to touch him when his breath hitched, starkly green eyes flying open to blink at the red glove tracing the contours of the muscles just above his knee.
"L-Ladybug?"
Oh, she really loved the way his voice sounded, all fucked up like that. She sank her teeth into her lip, shuddering pleasantly from head to toe.
"Yeah?" she asked, her own voice heady and breathy and barely there.
Chat swallowed convulsively. "Wh-what are— gnk!"
Impulse and desire both had driven her to stroke up his thigh, watching his chest heave deeper and deeper the closer she got to his cock. She was panting a little herself as she ran her fingers over the tented material of his suit, almost but not quite touching the flesh beneath.
"Did you mean it?"
"D-d-did—?" he gasped, throat working frantically as he cracked his eyes open, and Ladybug bit her lip a little harder.
"Did you mean it when... when you said you wouldn't mind if I..."
She let her fingers brush over the source of the bulge, a jolt of excitement shooting through her gut like lightning at the feeling of him, and Chat made a series of broken, unprintable noises that got less coherent the more she indulged herself in the feeling of him, tracing the hot, hard flesh from tip to root and back again.
"Yes, y-y-yes, y— oh god, please," he begged when he finally could, voice barely more than a rasp. "L-Ladybug, Ladybug..."
...Oh wow.
She switched her grip almost in a daze, feeling him fill her palm and then thrust into it, hearing the scrape and crack of his claws digging into the roof beneath them, watching him writhe and twitch for her hands, the tendons in his neck standing out in clear relief and his mouth going slack, vulnerable in the heat.
She leaned down over him, down down down until she was close enough to feel his hitching breath wash over her face in hot puffs, close enough that it would take almost nothing at all to cover that mouth with her own and—
The thought chased through her veins like fire, though whether she wanted to protect him from the world or take advantage of him herself, she didn't know.
Maybe both.
She resisted the urge, because then she couldn't watch him — and, oh, was it worth watching him.
He was so beautiful like this.
His face contorted in pleasure with every stroke of her hand, hitching whimpers sitting low in his throat as his entire body clenched and unclenched in waves. His chin tilted back whenever she reached a good spot, bringing their lips almost together with every roll of her wrist, every roll of his hips. His eyelashes fluttered, slivers of green glancing at her and then flinching away, some indescribable emotion slipping in to mix with the rawness.
She tightened her grip just a little bit, almost involuntarily, and Chat bowed, back arching clear off her legs and the roof both with a noise that might've been a shout in another life.
It sounded slightly, partially, almost like her name.
Mouth bone dry and body begging, Ladybug stroked him again.
And Chat just... folded. He collapsed back onto her legs, entire body gone slack, and mouthed half-words and bitten-off curses to the space that had put between them.
Ladybug caught, "Ffff... Ah-ah-ah! Fu—... ngh, L-lady—" before she broke.
As she gave him a third stroke, her mouth crashed down onto his, stealing the broken litany from his lips and swallowing it down.
Chat keened, just melting into the kiss or the stroke or both, and Ladybug couldn't help but dive deeper into him, taking taking taking as Chat gave, mouth lax and tongue touching hers in kittenish little flicks.
She gave him one, two more smooth, rolling strokes, and that was it — Chat went to pieces.
He ripped away from her, teeth bared in an expression that was almost pained, and then he crumpled, cock jerking and pulsing under his suit and hips stammering into her grip.
She watched him unfold with her pulse hammering in her mouth and her belly feeling hot and heavy and needy, letting go of his cock to run her hands over his chest once again — smoothing her palm over his fluttering stomach and down to his hip, mindlessly touching as much of him as she could, stroking him down from his high.
Shaking, stuttering little pants against her lips, Chat melted centimeter by centimeter, sharp green eyes blinking up at her soft and dazed.
"W-woah," he rasped, voice like beach sand.
Ladybug, feeling much more like she was coming off the tail end of a marathon than a little heavy petting warranted, could only concur.
They stayed like that for a minute, both shaking and raw and open, and then Ladybug gave a token effort to pulling herself back together, straightening out of her hover.
"A-anyway," she tried say, and came out with a wrecked little whisper. She swallowed, cleared her throat, and tried again. "Anyway, we... we should get back to patrol."
It didn't improve much.
"Mmmh," Chat agreed, his version of 'completely wrecked' falling at a low, growling timbre that shivered through her ears, shuddered down her spine, and settled tingling-hot between her already too-warm thighs. "Give... give me a minute."
Not a problem for Ladybug — she needed a minute herself now, what with the way he sounded.
"U-um," she said after a moment. "A-about what we just... did—"
"Don't worry about it," said Chat, rolling into a crunch with a wince.
"What?"
"You were gonna say something like it... didn't mean anything, right?" Chat said, hoarse and faux-casual. He wasn't looking at her, sunlight dancing over his features — over the tight, tiny, self-deprecating smile on his lips.
It was a funny thing to realize that that wasn't what she'd been about to say.
It was Chat. She'd... gotten Chat off.
He'd fallen apart for her, and it meant everything.
"So don't worry about it," he said over her thoughts, with a sunny-bright grin that made her stomach hurt. "Thanks... thanks for helping me out."
"Yeah," she said, because she wasn't sure what else to say. "Of course. Anytime."
Chat barked a laugh at the last word, hunched and tight and—
Oh.
He was hurting.
That wouldn't do.
Ladybug took a stab in the dark.
"Say," she drew out, aching with want from head-to-toe and battling the ball of anxiety inside her chest. "Next time I, ah, help you out..."
Chat turned to her and stared like she'd sprouted a second head.
Ladybug ran her tongue over her lips, tasting him and trying to pretend she wasn't still shaking. "Next time can I be in your lap?"
He stared at her for one, two, three seconds, and then turned a brilliant shade of scarlet.
"I, um. Uh," he spluttered, choking for a few seconds before coming out with, "Y-yeah, sure, please, I-I'm... 'Next time?'"
Ladybug clapped her hand down on the one he was using to support himself like it was a victory.
It felt like a victory.
"Great!" And she leaned in, giving him a very damp smooch on the cheek and a smile that was probably much coyer than she'd intended it to be. "Thanks Chat. You're the best."
"Yeah," Chat echoed, sounding like he might be on the verge of fainting. "Of course. Anytime."
...Now, how to make sure 'next time' came as soon as possible?
(And after all that, it still took two months for him to figure out she'd started winding him up on purpose. Silly kitty.)