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‘Hey Sal’
Sal is currently sat on a soft brown couch in the living room. His legs are squished against his sides, glasses neatly perched on the bridge of his nose, left elbow dipping into the couch arm from how long he’s been sitting there to read. He had hoped for a non-interrupted session this evening but to no avail, and to no surprise, Q was the first one to break his time for tranquillity.
His name is called, but he makes no effort to look up from his current place in his book. Sal’s eyes scan over the same sentence repeatedly, soon finding himself struggling to intake the information he wants to properly understand. His mind shifts to the figure standing in front of him, stopping him from concentrating on his book and within a second he’s looking up at Q in defeat.
Except this isn’t Q. Well, it is Q, but Sal refuses to believe the sight that’s in front of him. It amuses him and surely a laugh is spilling from his previously pursed mouth.
‘Brian ‘fucking’ Quinn. What the actual shit are you wearing. Is that even-?’ Sal pauses. He leans over to his left to place the book he has in his hands, simultaneously shoving a bookmark between thin brittle pages. Sal never breaks eye contact during this process.
In the moment, Sal is up on his legs, slightly aching from how long he’d held his position on the couch, and using them to walk up to Q so that they face each other. Q’s face lights up slightly, the stern expression on his face soon breaking through hints of giddiness and sniggering at what he’d done.
‘You really are something else you know that Q?’ Sal has to say, and in delight, Q is nodding smugly in agreement at his statement. ‘Now would you please enlighten me on how you may have obtained those fine ears, and elegant tail, dear sir?’ Sal makes an effort to put on a fake ‘showman’ voice to further amuse himself and Q, even going so far as to bow vaguely. His head only lifts up when he hears Q speak, and from the soft and strained ‘umm.’ he hears from the other, Sal's stomach pools with curiosity.
‘Yeah, about that.’, Q is rubbing the back of his head, eyes shifting to look elsewhere in the room besides Sal, and his lips upturn in a confused and almost apologetic way. Sal straightens his back, arms crossing over his chest as he feels his curiosity turn into trepidation.
‘I’m not too sure how this happened if I’m being honest. And in all honesty Sal, I only ‘disappeared’ this morning because I wasn’t sure how you’d react’ Q makes quotation mark gestures with his hands to emphasise his lack of knowledge of the situation. ‘I mean, I’m not too mad or sad about it either. I mean look at me’ Q then urgently points to the walnut brown ears that sit on his head before switching to his tail.
‘How is that even possible?’ Sal remarks. Q shrugs in response, silence soon drawing out between the two of them. ‘Does it even function like a normal cat?’ Sal is quick to break the silence, side-stepping to let Q brush past him and onto the couch. Q collapses onto the cushions and sat in the middle so Sal can squeeze to the left of him. When Sal is sat Q turns to him and speaks.
‘I haven’t tried that out. Yet. All I know is that I can move my tail-’ Q leans forward slightly so Sal can observe the way Q’s tail twitches, ‘and my ears-’ Q then points to his ears, ‘can do this’ Q then proceeds to flatten his ears out, perk them up and make them twitch.
Sal watches in silence, taking the time to process what unfolds before him. It’s astonishing to see the way Q demonstrates what he’s able to do with his new features, and Sal can’t help but focus more on the small gestures Q makes. The way his eyes light up showing off his tail movements, or the way his ears slightly twitch when he accidentally handles his tail a little too eagerly. Sal feels that pain in his chest, the kind of feeling when awe and adoration builds up so much it makes him want to curl up and scream. However long his mind decided to wander, Sal is suddenly brought out of his thoughts when Q is waving his hands in front of his face.
Sal then refocuses his attention on Q and hums in agreement to act as if he was listening. Without hesitation, Sal unconsciously leans forward and reaches a hand to Q’s ears, using somewhat shaky hands to stroke the tufts of fur that spring from Q’s head. Q pauses, the feeling of Sal’s hands delicately touching his ears sends pure bliss through his body and before he can understand the feelings that surround him a soft rumbling sound emits from his throat. Q slowly lowers his head onto Sal’s lap facing outwards, nose nuzzling into rough textured pants, and his right hand grasping onto Sal’s leg. Within seconds Q is curling up beside him and when Sal finally gains some composure from his previous urge, he’s silently but fondly watching Q struggle to keep his composure in his lap.
Sal's innocence shatters in an instant, ‘holy fucking shit that’s cute’ he speaks his mind, and the feeling in his stomach grows to such an abnormal pooling heat, he’s unsure how long he can go before he needs to squeeze the crap out of something. Sal wants to squeal but settles that urge by moving his fingers to rub behind Q’s ears this time. This elicits a soft moan from Q, and Sal can feel his cheeks grow hot from the interaction.
Before he knows it, Sal is leaning forward and pressing delicate kisses over the other’s mouth. This allows Q to slightly calm down from his constant movement in the other’s lap, settling into a more docile state when he’s kissed. When they break contact, Sal is smiling softly from above Q, to which Q returns.
‘You are such an idiot’
Without a second thought, Sal is climbing over Q with the limited space he has on the couch. With Sal on the other side of Q in between his legs sitting up, Q is underneath him on his back whilst he’s moving a pillow behind his head. Sal stops for a second to look at Q. The way he’s so complacent with everything that’s happening Sal can’t help but feel a little ashamed at how desperate he’s becoming over this. It’s not every day they do something like this. If anything, he’s never had to deal with this phenomenon in his life. Q’s is part cat for crying out loud.
Q shifted underneath him, his body visibly shaking with the pent-up anticipation of the scenes that unfold for the both of them. They both hate to admit it, and they say nothing about it, only acting out on what they knew would make them feel better. The building heat that pools in both their stomachs is nothing but pure arousal now, and with Sal's noticeable breaths and Q’s dazed expression they both agree is silence.
Q lets out a small whine, rolling his hips upwards into the other. There’s a sense of immediacy in the way Q’s tail goes from wrapping around his leg to smacking the other’s back. With that knowledge, Sal begins to move his hips forward. It’s a slow starting pace. After all, he doesn’t want to rush him or Q over the edge too quickly, but instead, attempt to enjoy themselves in the moment.
Q’s tail then settles by wrapping itself around Sal’s hands that are grasping at the soft mounds that make up Q’s hips. It’s a small but comforting gesture that Sal wants to reciprocate but struggles with the overload of Q’s tail twitching against him, his ears flattening in a pleasurable way, and his purrs that rumble beneath him. Sal wishes he could do more to return the favour and when an idea lights up in his head, Sal knows this may be a bad idea but his gut tells him he should try anyway. Sal slowly unravels the tail that curls around his arm and instead gently places it between his palm and brings it against his cheek. Q’s eyes widen as he watches Sal fiddle with his tail, watching the other turn his head to fondly place small kisses against the tip and slowly move downwards. Q hides his face by reaching one of his arms to rest over his eyes. His mouth is agape and small moans are drawn out of him the more Sal continues his teasing. It’s only when Sal is vaguely tugging at his tail, Q is able to elicit more pleasurable and desperate sounds. His body jolts from the sudden action as well, causing Sal to pause in his actions. Without asking, Q is nodding his head to let Sal know he’s okay.
As Sal continues to move his hips against Q’s own, the both of them make an effort to act out small gestures of adoration for each other, and when minutes pass enough for both of them to reach their climaxes, Sal is leaning down to wrap his arms around the other’s waist, turning them both over so that Q is now resting on top of Sal.
They don’t speak to each other, the only noises in the room being the soft pants they both draw out. It isn’t for a few seconds of composure that Sal is using his hands to stroke Q’s hair and rub at his ears. Sal finds himself doing it for his own comfort. The way Q absolutely melts underneath him brings familiarity and relaxation.
He knows that they should both get up and move to the bathroom to clean up from the mess they’ve made of their clothes but for the moment now he lets Q lies on top of him. A soft expression paints his face as he takes in the blissful state Q’s in as he rests.
‘You’re my idiot’