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“Mmmmnffff…”
Of all the noises Ladybug had expected while going over Chat’s back for damage, the half-hiss, half-moan had not been one of them.
She froze, hands stilling where she’d been running them down his back, from his shoulders to his hips, taking her time as he sprawled across her lap. “Sorry, did that hurt?”
His cat ears pricked, the muscles under hands flexing for a second, and then relaxing with a stuttered almost-sigh. “N-no?”
Ladybug squinted at the back of her partner’s head. That didn’t sound like a lie…
Cautiously, she began to move her hands again, paying extra attention to his reactions this time — the rhythm of his breathing and how the firm, warm flesh felt under her hands and the luxurious curve of his spine and—
And it was possible, just possible, that she got a little distracted.
Anytime her dorky partner wanted to stop being hot as hell would be a good time for her. Really.
Still, she didn’t think she was so distracted as to miss a wound on her third pass over his back, which was where her hands were when Chat let out a choked little, “Gnh, ah…”
She paused again, worry joined by amusement as Chat clapped a hand to his mouth, his ears jerking back flat.
“Uh,” he said, words very nearly dripping with awkward embarrassment. “Ignore that. Please.”
Ladybug didn’t respond, but she didn’t exactly plan to ignore it, either. Now watching the back of his head very carefully, she dug her knuckles into his spine and followed it to the base of his neck.
Chat shuddered from head to toe, arching into her hand like his namesake with another swallowed noise escaping from his throat.
It wasn’t until her hand reached his nape that Chat appeared to realize what he’d done at all. He stilled, muscles bunching under her fingertips.
“Uh.”
Ladybug stared, glee starting to bubble in her stomach.
Oh-ho.
Looked like she’d found a kitty button.
Almost as if they could hear her thoughts, Chat’s ears gave a worried little twitch.
Five minutes later found her petting him for all she was worth, Chat writhing into her hands like an affectionate cat, flush spreading below his mask and little noises escaping him on every exhale.
It was, Ladybug found, very much like petting an affectionate cat all around, except that most cats weren’t eighty kilos of toned, sculpted, fanservice-bait superhero of her preferred gender who moaned instead of purred.
“L-Ladybug— ah, ah, ah—” Chat panted, blinking dazedly up at her, pupils dilated and chest heaving. She could feel his heart pattering against her palms. “W-wai— st— ngh!”
The last part half-erupted out of him when she put her hands on his thighs to rearrange him, and it startled her into processing the rest of his bitten-off words.
He’d… definitely been trying to say ‘stop.’
…Oops.
Yanking her hands off him, Ladybug pulled back with a wince, guilt winding tight in her own chest and dampening the heat that had been building in her core. “S-sorry! I, um, th-thought you were… enjoying it…”
Cat, petting, you pet cats — it had all seemed very simple to her, but now she saw that what she had been doing could very well have just been a whole lot of unsolicited groping.
She was pretty sure he would’ve stopped her if he’d wanted her to stop, but…
She had, admittedly, been very distracted.
Chat groaned and scrubbed his eyes, arching against her thighs.
“Ehhn… Enjoying it too much,” he croaked, and that was about when Ladybug noticed the bulge that was only centimeters from where her hand had been on his thigh.
…Double oops.
(She felt like she should be guilty, but the thought was overwhelmed by a sudden, visceral crest of antsy, fascinated, ravenous want that brought the heat in her gut back to a bright blaze.)
(Anytime her dorky partner wanted to stop being hot as hell would be a really good time for her.)
He took his hands away from his eyes and looked anywhere but her. “Sorry.”
“…It’s fine,” said Ladybug, trying to sound like someone who wasn’t contemplating reaching down and grabbing her good friend’s dick.
(She wondered if she could get a whimper out of him, if she petted him just right.)
“I mean, I really don’t mind, that just felt… really good. Like, really, really…” He glanced at her and then glanced away, exposed skin going from bright pink to scarlet. “I’m gonna… stop talking now.”
Ladybug caught the words 'it’s fine’ before they could escape her throat. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of the walk of shame, kitty.”
Chat choked.
…She should’ve stuck with 'it’s fine.’
“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.
Thankfully, he sat up before she could do anything really dumb, like hook her fingers in his zipper and tell him she’d changed her mind.
“We can, um, go back to patrol,” he mumbled, not even turning his head in her direction as the back of his beck flushed dark, shame and embarrassment lacing every word. “Just… just give me a minute.”
Ladybug really liked the strangled arousal better.
Miraculously, her response was, “Okay,” instead of, “I could help you out with that.”
Settling down to wait for Chat to conquer the not-so-little problem she’d left him with, she suspected that this was gonna be a long patrol.