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Enea stood on tippy toes, tongue stuck out as he reached for the box holding Artemis’s kibble. Horizon must not have considered his petite frame when helping him store away his groceries. He huffed and gave up the chase, standing back down on his heels and yelped when a solid warmth pressed along his back.
“Hello, kitten” Alter purred, hands coming to grip his waist to keep the shorter man in place. Those claws she called nails met easily around his middle, the cropped top leaving a tempting strip of bare skin to slot her talons across.
“H-hey, Alter.” The archer stammered nervously, and meeped when the taller woman tightened her grip and leaned in, breath ghosting over his neck and making the fine hairs stand on end. His heart rate started picking up, feeling very much trapped and outmatched, like a songbird pinned down by a jungle cat. If she could smell fear and arousal he surely reeked of both.
A thrill went through him and he found himself subconsciously leaning his weight into her, those black scleras only amplifying the intense hunter’s gaze that flickered down to his lips when he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
According to others who’d known the dimension-jumper longer, Enea triggered her pursuit instinct with the way he flinched or jumped away when she scared him out in the field, as she was wont to do just about every time. Possibly a cute-aggression response, even. Here in the relative privacy of the shared base kitchen, the drive seemed less amplified with the younger man in his soft lounge clothes and no gear to fly away with, though present nonetheless.
She reached up to grip his hair and lick a stripe along the hollow of his throat. He did his best to relax into the grip, her arms and tail wrapped around him like a constrictor boa. He could hear her feral smile when his breath hitched at the tickling sensation. He didn’t move, and for a moment he wondered if she was about to let go.
Enea twitched and sucked in a breath through his nose when she finally placed her lips on his sensitive neck. He gnawed on his lip, tilted his head back onto her shoulder and not-entirely inadvertently gave her more space to play with.
She kept giving licks to the vulnerable skin, eventually readjusting to scrape her teeth over a new area, feeling how his pulse rabbited under her tongue. When he stiffened up slightly and shivered under her hold she knew she found the right spot. Feeling pleased and brutally generous, she pulled back only to blow cold air across the moist skin and struck, clamped her jaws down and started sucking. Enea’s mouth fell open and he moaned softly, panting through the electricity racing up and down his spine.
She felt him stiffen, his whines went up in pitch and she sucked harder and grinded her canines in as hard as she could without breaking skin. Enea’s hands glanced over hers, unsure whether it was a good idea to touch her and yet craving something to hold onto, he instead gripped the edge of the counter and whimpered.
“That’s a good kitten.” Alter pulled away just an inch to growl into his ear, and got an answering moan of encouragement when she raked her nails up the front of his torso, leaving stinging trails and pushing his top up to his armpits. The hand in his hair loosened and scratched lightly at his scalp in a mock-petting motion.
Not about to let him compose himself, she gripped his hair again and found him pliable when she tilted his head the other way and pounced on new, unravaged skin with sharp teeth and tongue.
She pressed him down until he was doubled over and whining for more, caught between bucking back against the warmth of the body behind him and forward into the hard counter that felt cool through the soft fabric of his pale pink sweatpants.
Alter huffed a cold laugh at the display of desperation and kicked his legs apart, pressing a knee up against the inside of his thigh. With the barest of indirect pressure against his groin, Enea cried out in ecstasy and fell forward to press his flushed face against the cool marble. The teeth in his neck withdrew quickly just like the iron grip and warmth behind him, leaving him feeling even more floaty with the pleasant chemicals flooding his brain.
He panted frantically for breath, legs shaking slightly and painfully hard after the rough treatment, whatever it was Alter considered it. After a moment to recover he pushed himself up to look around. He was alone in the kitchen, his neck throbbing with fresh hickeys on both sides and clothes tale-tellingly askew. Beside him sat the carton of Artemis’s food, the cartoon cat mascot winking at him.
Sighing he grabbed it and wobbled towards his room with unsteady legs. Step one, feed Artemis. Step two, find someone to act on what Alter started.