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Kattigan shifted uncomfortably in the wobbly bar stool, tracing his fingertip around the rim of the half-empty // half-full beer glass in front of him. As he was lost in thought, he felt a large figure sit at the bar beside him. Without even taking a glance he chugged down the rest of his beer and slammed the empty jug onto the wooden counter.
“Are you going to go for another round?” Asked Teor in a low voice.
“Only if you’re still buyin’.” Kattigan replied without making eye contact.
The rest of their crew had already gone home, leaving Kattigan and Teor the only two falconers left at the bar.
“Where are you staying, Kattigan? Allow me to walk you home.”
Kattigan chuckled to himself. “I dunno. Here? ‘s good a place as any.” Kattigan had never been the type to settle down. The war had offered him shelter at the rebellion’s campsite but now that that’s over he’s back to slumming it somewhere in the woods– or perhaps behind a nice comfy dumpster.
“You don’t have a place to stay?” Teor asked, desperately trying to catch Kattigan’s eyes. “Come home with me.”
The statement immediately had Kattigan scoffing with a smile.
“I’m serious. Kat.”
Kattigan finally looked up to the nama with his deep brown eyes. “You don’t want me in your home.”
Teor leaned in. “Why would you say that?” He seemed to have accused it rather than asking it. Either way, he didn’t recieve an answer. Kattigan looked away to go back to staring down the bottom of his beer glass. Teor sat up straight.
“I will stay here with you then.” Teor stated plainly, catching Kattigan off guard. Teor raised his paw to call over the barkeep before Kattigan dragged his large arm back down.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m ordering another round of beers.” Teor shrugged. “If you’re staying, then so am I.”
Kattigan stared at Teor’s face like he was trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle before the barkeep reached their section of the counter.
“What can I get for you, gentlemen?”
“The bill.” Kattigan stated. “Just the bill.”
As the barkeep wandered off to fetch their total for the evening, Teor smiled at Kattigan.
“This means you’ll go home with me?” Teor grinned.
“Just— can’t have a big man like you drinkin’ all the tavern’s beer. You’ll put ‘em out of business."
The walk to Teor’s residence was quiet. Neither of the men were big on words and they had no problem enjoying each other's presence in silence. Throughout the entire duration of the walk there, Teor could tell Kat was thinking about something, he always is (when he’s not a drunk mess). Speaking of being drunk, Teor had been genuinely surprised that night. The nama had assumed out of all the nights to drink hard that this would be the one, calling for celebration; having won the war.
Perhaps Kat only drinks heavy when he loses. Although Teor has made many attempts to become the one that Kat could share his thoughts and feelings with, the ranger is insistent on keeping to himself. Upon arrival, Kattigan felt out of place in Teor’s home. While humble, it was pristine and well-kept. Kattigan was standing in the kitchen left wondering in his head if he should’ve taken off his boots. Teor doesn't even wear shoes it’s not like he had an example to follow- Kattigan’s mini spiral was cut off by Teor offering him a glass of water which he promptly accepted. Teor watched Kat look around and fidget with the glass in his hands which led him to gently taking it away and setting it on the table.
Teor broke the silence. “You’ll be sleeping in my bed tonight. I’ll take the sofa.”
Kattigan did a double take. “No, no. I can’t put you out of your own bed.”
“Please, Kat. You’re my guest, and my friend. I insist.”
Kattigan rolled around in Teor’s silk bedsheets; unable to get comfortable. All he could think about is the fact that Teor is in the next room slumming it on the sofa for absolutely no reason. The moonlight shone in through the window, highlighting the door in the dark. Kattigan couldn’t take it anymore, he got out of bed to find something– or someone else to think about.
Kattigan left the bedroom, a little surprised to find Teor still awake and sitting at the dining table.
“What’re you doin’ up?” Kattigan asked groggily, squinting his eyes to adjust to the darker environment.
“Can’t sleep.” Teor took a sip of his drink. “You?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Same.” Kattigan approached, sitting down next to him at the table.
The pair sat in silence for a few moments. Kattigan’s eyes kept glancing around the room, searching for a conversation topic before inevitably landing back on Teor, with nothing to say. Kattigan finally decided to open his mouth and speak, he didn’t know what he would say yet. He was hoping an assortment of sounds would magically conjure out his vocal chords to form something meaningful. Luckily Teor spoke up first, saving him from the embarassment.
“I’m glad you’re here.” Teor stated.
“You-” Kattigan cleared his throat. “You are?” Kat inquired as he looked Teor up and down.
Teor leaned in closer to Kattigan.
The two men got closer without realizing, to the point they could feel the other’s body heat radiating off of them. There was a pause where the pair stared down each other’s lips, before their bodies did the rest of the work for them, closing the distance, embracing each other in a kiss. Teor pulled Kattigan tight by his shirt while Kattigan’s hands made their way up from Teor’s waist, up to his shoulders, finally cupping his face.
Kattigan pulled back a few inches, as far as he physically could with the grip Teor still had on him; having smelt the remnants of alcohol on Teor’s breath from their earlier endeavors. “You’re drunk.”
“I can handle my liquor." Teor husked.
“You’re sure?”
“Kat, if you want this, so do I.”
Without further contemplation, Kattigan rushes back into the kiss he had previously interrupted, breathing heavily. Without leaving each other’s contact they got out of their seats, Teor’s chair being knocked over in the process, the only thing either of them focusing on being each other. Kattigan walked backwards, simultaneously undoing the buttons of the silk oversized pajama shirt he borrowed while being led against the wall by Teor.
The nama held Kattigan’s body close to him, paws treading gently across his scars. They managed to make their way back into the bedroom. Kattigan moaned into Teor’s mouth as the lionfolk broke away, chuckling. Kattigan playfully pushes Teor backwards onto the bed and the nama gladly allows it to happen. Kattigan pounces and settles himself sitting on Teor’s stomach while he helps his companion take off his shirt like his life depended on it. He tosses the shirt to the furthest corner of the bedroom.
The pair both breathe heavily from the excitement. “Fuck.” Kattigan rasped.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re so beautiful.”
At that comment, Teor’s eyes seemed to gain an extra sparkle. Teor hastily maneuvered them each to switch their positions, Teor now being the one on top. At this, Kattigan felt more than just butterflies in his stomach– dogs, monkeys, hell, an elephant? But probably the most fitting animal of them all- a lion.
“What do you want? Tell me and it’s yours.” Teor purrs into Kat’s ear before going in to kiss him in the crook of his neck.
“I..” Kattigan pants “..want you.” Kattigan pushes the back of Teor’s head further into his neck, now feeling teeth. Kattigan arches his back for the slightest bit of friction against his growing cock, which in return he receives Teor forcing his hips back down into the mattress.
“You have me. What do you want from me?” Teor bites down ever so lightly, earning a whimper from Kattigan then continues to wait for further instruction. “Use your words this time.”
“I don’t care how it happens, I want to come.” Kattigan begs.
Teor chortled in amusement and began making his way down Kat’s body, kissing him at every section getting lower and lower until he reached Kat’s waistband. Teor pressed his snout against Kat’s bulge causing him to whine, clearly desperate for the nama’s touch. Teor pulls down Kat’s pants, revealing his hard cock. The nama looked up at Kat who now had his hands over his face and was groaning, Teor grabbed the base of his cock, causing Kat’s knees to shoot up from the mattress and transitioning his groans into a sweet melody of whines and whimpers.
Holding his cock upright, Teor spoke to Kat at the head of it as if it were a microphone. “I didn’t know you were this easy, Kat.” Teor teased.
“I’m not.. usually.” Kat responded peaking an eye through his fingers down at Teor, fuck, the sight of this large man, his best friend, his partner, at his groin felt like a heavenly gift Kattigan had been all far too undeserving of. Kattigan sat his upper body up right from the bed with the support of his arms. “Can I make another request?”
“Of course, anything.” Teor unleashed Kat’s cock before crawling over him to land a kiss on his cheek.
“Well uh,” Kattigan suddenly felt awkward. All the sex in his life– and there had been a rather good amount of it if Kattigan had to say so himself– had never included this much conversation, it had always just been instinct, do whatever you like and if they say stop you just stop and that’s it. But with Teor it was different. Requests? Kattigan doesn’t know how to do that.
“I’d like to take the lead now, thank you very much.” Kattigan said cockily into Teor’s ear as he grabbed the scruff of his neck.
Oh shit why am I doing this. Kattigan wanted to come so bad but instead, being the gentleman he is; is making sure Teor gets his fair share as well.
Teor rolled over onto his back allowing Kattigan to sit on top of him. They both kissed, Teor’s long sandpaper tongue scratching the back of Kat’s mouth, drool running down their chins as Kattigan palmed Teor over his pants. Kattigan sat back up and wiped his mouth before he inched his way down Teor’s body, teasing both of them in the process. Upon reaching Teor’s groin, Kattigan could already feel him soaking wet with precum. He rutted his ass over Teor’s length causing him to slightly jolt at the pleasure, then again, and again, and again, each time feeling his tip get caught at the entrance of his asshole. Teor felt so big under Kattigan’s ass and it was so hot to see Teor whimper and whine under his pressure. Kattigan shimmied off Teor’s tight undergarments, revealing his large member.
After having properly positioned himself, Kattigan sucked the head of Teor’s dick while making eye contact. Teor’s claws ran through Kattigan’s hair, moving any strands out of his pretty face. Kattigan moved lower, his hand jerking the length he couldn't fit while he himself humped Teor’s leg.
“Kat… Ka-AHT!-” Teor yelped as Kattigan took him whole down his throat. He gripped the bedsheets and Kattigan slid back up before thrusting his mouth back down again hard over his entire length. This time Kattigan came all the way back up, coughing with a smile as he smeared the spit off his mouth.
Hgnh- Teor felt the cold air hit his soaking wet cock.
“Good Kitty.”
Kattigan moved back up Teor’s body and inserted the head of Teor’s cock into himself receiving satisfied groans from the both of them. Kattigan started bobbing up and down, getting further down each time. Teor helped by holding onto Kat’s hips and Kat grabbed onto Teor’s shoulders. It wasn't long before Teor bottomed out, hitting Kattigan in just the perfect spot every time the man took him whole. The sound of skin slapping together each time. Teor could feel Kattigan in his arms beginning to weaken, resulting in Teor carrying more of the load of keeping up the pace.
“Fuck, FUCK!” Kattigan moaned loudly as his head dropped back. Teor grabbed Kattigan’s neglected cock and began jerking him off.
“Teor- I’m hgnh- gonna-”
Kattigan came in Teor’s paws, his release getting all over Teor’s chest and face in the process. He collapsed onto the chest of the nama, moaning and still attempting to ride his cock through his orgasm, his cock twitching between his own body and Teor’s.
“S-sorry.” Kat moaned into Teor’s chest.
“That was supposed to happen.” Teor licked Kattigan’s cum off his face with his long feline tongue. “Stay with me a little while longer, now.”
Teor got out of bed and dragged Kattigan by his legs to bend him over the mattress. Teor shoved his cock in Kat’s hole, causing him to moan even louder than when he came, now being at an angle where Teor can somehow fuck him even deeper than the first time. At an instant he was hard again, cock rubbing against the mattress with Teor’s large dick fucking him hard and deep inside.
“Come inside me, Teor. Oh, Shaper, please come inside me.”
Teor clung onto Kat’s body with all his strength as he orgasmed inside him, his warm abundance of cum filling him all the way up. Both the men moaning in pleasure as Kattigan, too, came for a second time. Getting it all over his own chest and on the nice silk bedsheets. Kattigan’s legs could now barely function, Teor helped pull him up onto the bed to get more comfortable and he began licking Kat’s cum off of his chest while purring. The pair laid in bed, panting.
The both of them stayed breathing heavily while staring at the ceiling for a moment.
“Wow.” Teor whispered to himself.
“Now what happens?” Kattigan pants.
“Well,” Teor began, turning to face Kat and moving the hair out of his face with his claw. “We go to sleep.. and, when we wake up; I’ll tell you how.. funny, clever, charming.. annoying, stubborn, and painfully handsome you are; all over again.”
Kattigan laughed, giving Teor one last kiss; cupping his face in the palm of his hand and allowing their foreheads to bump together, before each of them drifted into sleep in the nama’s bed.
When the sun shone through the window the next morning, Teor's consciousness searched for Kattigan’s body to pull in closer. He pawed aimlessly for his companion and upon not finding him he pried his eyes open
to an empty bed.
Teor wouldn’t see Kattigan again until about 20 years later, the day of Thjazi Fang’s funeral.