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The whole ‘daddy’ thing didn’t bother Gary much.
He’d expected it. Had been fully aware of the lynx’s daddy issues from the moment they’d started exchanging letters two years ago. Would’ve been a lot more surprised if Pawbert hadn’t started calling him that.
It especially made sense considering Pawbert’s disturbing former relationship with Milton, and Gary wasn’t a judgemental snake anyway. Just wanted his Pawby to be happy, to feel comfortable expressing himself around the viper, to not feel shamed for things he couldn’t control.
And maybe a small part of Gary enjoyed that he had taken Milton’s place in Pawbert’s life. It was a lot healthier for the lynx for a million reasons, replacing the horribly abusive relationship with a loving one.
Gary still remembered the terrified look on Pawbert’s face the first time he’d let the word slip. It was the first time they’d had sex, only a matter of weeks after Pawbert had been released from prison and started living with Gary.
Pawbert had been a sniveling mess from the moment that Gary had snuck his tail under the lynx’s knit sweater in bed that night, desperately whining pleas for Gary to fuck him before the snake had even touched his dick.
Gary had been entranced by the sight immediately, amazed at how eager and adorable his warm-blooded partner was, smiling in awe at the lynx beneath him.
Then he’d flicked his tongue in the air and pulled back, grimacing at the stress and fear phermones he could taste wafting off the lynx.
Pawbert had followed him as he’d moved back, clinging to the snake's body and keeping it pressed against him, clumsily bucking his lower half into Gary’s scales.
“Pleasepleaseplease- Gary, pleasee! I’ll be good, Gary, please~”
Gary blinked down, somewhat confused. Pawbert sure didn't seem fearful.
Gary supposed that the phermones were probably just a natural reaction for someone with Pawbert’s history.
The thought sent a sudden protective rush through Gary.
“I’ll give you whatever you want Pawby, don’t worry.” Gary assured, wrapping his body back closer around the lynx, applying extra pressure around the lynx’s still-clothed crotch and earning a loud whine.
Gary's smile returned, happy at how much noise Pawbert was making.
“Check in with me, Pawby. You’re sure you want this? There’s no rush, we can do whatever you want.” Gary hissed out thoughtfully, though he was fairly sure he already knew Pawbert’s response.
Pawbert squirmed under the viper’s contact, rutting up against the snake’s grip.
“Yesyesyes, yes- yes, I’m sure, pleasee, please Gary, want you inside me. I’ll be good, please, daddy-”
The lynx had frozen underneath him immediately, all his previous wiggling halting abruptly. Pawbert’s ears flattened to the back of his head, expression terrified.
Gary watched the lynx carefully, slightly confused at his sudden change in demeanor. Being called ‘daddy’ was certainly new, but Gary didn’t think it deserved this big of a reaction from the lynx.
“I’m sorry- shit, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
Gary shook his head, sure his confusion and concern were written across his serpentine face.
“It’s okay, partner. It’s no big deal-”
Pawbert cut the snake off, seemingly not hearing a word out of Gary’s mouth in his alarm, “I’m not like- picturingmydad or anything- it’s not like that- it just came out-”
“I’m not judging you, Pawby,” Gary assured, flicking his tongue out to touch Pawbert’s snout, urgently wanting to soothe the panicked cat, “You can say whatever you want, you don’t have to be ashamed around me.”
Pawbert whined in the back of his throat, nodding hesitantly, seemingly starting to slip back into the moment, wriggling again briefly.
“Okay. Okay. Thank you d- Gary.” The lynx whimpered out, embarrassment written across his face.
Gary tightened his grip around the lynx, flicking his tongue out against Pawbert’s ear teasingly.
“Of course, Pawby.”
No, the ‘daddy’ thing wasn’t what bothered Gary.
Gary didn’t mind the ‘good boy’ stuff either, was happy to indulge Pawbert with compliments, to remind the lynx how perfect he was.
But the constant apologizing, the lynx’s degradation of himself during sex? That did bother Gary.
“I’m sorry daddy- I’m bad ‘nd I’m sorry-”
“Sorrysorrysorry, daddy- please- I’m sorry-”
“M’not good, I’ll be better, I’m sorry-”
Gary had tried talking to Pawbert about the tendency one time but the lynx had freaked out, had taken Gary’s concern as some kind of rejection and ended up a crying mess on the ground.
Gary figured the whole thing looped back to Milton, to the elder Lynxley’s habit of ‘punishing’ Pawbert, and that worried him. Gary didn’t want Pawbert to associate their sex with punishment at all, had told the lynx as much multiple times.
Pawbert had just brushed Gary’s concerns off with a comment about how ‘Gary was too nice for sex to be anything close to a punishment. Pawbert knew what real punishment was.’
Gary wasn’t sure how he felt about that answer.
Pawbert had made brief comments in the past about his father’s tormenting of him with the ideas that ‘Real Lynxleys don’t submit’ and ‘Real Lynxley’s dont cry’, all the while forcing his son into those exact positions and mocking him.
Gary didn’t want Pawbert going back to those places during sex, even subconsciously, but the viper wasn’t exactly sure how to help. He didn’t know if Pawbert would even let him try to help.
Though, the snake did have an idea.
- - - - - -
Pawbert laid on his and Gary’s bed, constrained tightly by Gary’s body, paws held snuggly against his back per usual.
The lynx wriggled once, testing Gary’s grip.
“That okay, Pawby?”
“Uh, could you go a little tighter? Please.”
Gary stared fondly down at Pawbert’s embarrassed form, flashing his fangs with a wide grin as he granted the lynx’s request.
Pawbert looked perfect. Delectable. Gary just wanted to swallow him whole.
“How about that?”
Pawbert nodded, whining incoherently for a short moment before finding his words.
“Uh, yea! Yea, thank you.”
Things started as they usually did, Gary slithering Pawbert out of his clothes, rubbing up against the lynx in just the right places while he hissed sweet words into his ear, coaxing him into a state of mindless babble where the kitty couldn’t tell left from right.
“Ngh, daddy, Gary please~”
Gary loved seeing Pawbert like this, fucked out and sweet from hardly any touch. It was a sharp contrast to Pawbert’s perpetually anxious demeanor.
“You’re being so good, Pawby, so good.” Gary purred innocently in his partner's ear, content with the eager half-grind that he earned back, the lynx desperately trying to steal pleasure from Gary even with his limited motion.
“S’rry daddy- thank you, please~”
Gary flicked his tongue into the air, displeased that he could still taste a tinge of Pawbert’s fear.
He always could. It hadn’t gone away after the first time they’d had sex, had lingered and reappeared every time Pawbert was in this state.
Gary didn’t ask Pawbert about it, didn’t want to ruin the moment, but he did pause his ministrations for a second.
Pawbert writhed with a cry, hips fruitlessly chasing Gary’s affection.
“I want to try something new, Pawby. Only if you’re okay with it.” Gary said, earning a half purr and desperate nod from his partner.
“Yes, please- anything you want, daddy, I’ll be good, IknowI’mbadandI’msorry, I’ll be good, please-”
Gary hushed him with a slow hiss, still not resuming his caressing of the lynx.
“You are good, Pawbert, that's why I wanna do this. I’m gonna sit you up, kay?”
Pawbert whined again, nodding fast. Gary slowly maneuvered Pawbert so he was in a sitting position, leaning up against the headboard. Gary’s body was still wrapped tightly around Pawbert, only the lynx’s head, lower stomach, dick, hole, and back paws exposed
Gary’s head hovered a few inches in front of his partner, taking in the sight of the lynx. Gary admired Pawbert’s dick, the way it drooled flush against his stomach.
Cute.
Gary could feel his own hemipenes twitch nearby Pawbert’s waist.
“What’s your color, Pawby?”
Pawbert trembled, whimpered again.
“Green! Green, Gary, please-”
Gary hummed sinuously, happy with Pawbert’s enthusiasm.
“If you want to stop just tell me, Pawby. We’re gonna try something new, yeah?”
Pawbert nodded then squirmed under Gary’s constricting grip again, trying to get his dick to rub against something.
“Yesyes, I understand, I'll be good, please!”
Gary hissed tenderly, looping a coil loosely around Pawbert’s dick. His kitten keened, trying unsuccessfully to buck into the touch.
“You’re gonna repeat after me Pawby, okay?”
The lynx tensed for a half-second, eyes blinking open in concern. Gary almost gave up on his whole plan in that second, filled with worry at Pawbert’s reaction.
Had Milton done something like this? Forced Pawbert to repeat horrible things about himself while his son was underneath him?
Gary was fully ready to retract his last words before Pawbert suddenly returned to normal, melting back into strangled pleas.
“Yea, anything daddy~”
Gary relaxed, nearly hissing in relief.
“Good boy Pawby,” Gary continued lovingly, happy with how well everything had been going so far, “I want you to tell me how pretty you are Pawbert, hm? Let’s start with that.”
Pawbert paused again, hesitating for a short moment before Gary moved the coil around his dick, dragging it painfully slow up Pawbert’s shaft.
A smirk grew on Gary’s face as the encouragement succeeded.
“I’m pretty! I’m your- your pretty boy, daddy~”
Gary rewarded Pawbert's cry, giving the lynx’s dick a few strong strokes that made Pawbert sob.
“Good boy, Pawbert, always so good.”
Pawbert sniffled, choked briefly on snot.
“You’re perfect Pawbert. Everything about you,” Gary hissed before pausing his movement again, earning a yelp and another failed buck.
“You’re so warm. So cute. So good.”
Pawbert spasmed under his grip.
“Tell me Pawbert.”
“I’m good-” Pawbert blubbered, weeping as Gary stroked his dick again, “I’m perfect, good for you, warm~”
Gary nodded at the words even though he knew the Lynx couldn’t see him, eyes rolled too far back in his pretty fluffy head.
“Good boy, Pawbert! Just one more thing for daddy, okay?”
Pawbert cried out as Gary’s touch halted again, eyes squeezing shut as he wailed, mouth open, spit and tears dripping onto Gary’s scales.
“Y-Yesyes, please-”
“Tell me how special you are, Pawby. How precious. How much I love you. How good you are being so sensitive. So emotional.”
Pawbert panted hard, whining eagerly.
“I’m special-”
Gary's movements resumed and Pawbert’s voice broke, went raw.
“I’mspecialandyouloveme, d-daddy loves me so much, so much~!”
Gary’s tongue darted out to lick Pawbert’s snout, the snake grinning widely as he quickened his motions around Pawbert’s dick, jacking the lynx off with serpentine strength and speed.
Pawbert turned to putty underneath his length, body going entirely slack as he drooled.
“Good boy Pawby! You did such a good job!” Gary praised.
Pawbert groaned out a long, drawn-out whine, clearly beyond any kind of thought.
Gary watched closely as Pawbert’s breath hitched, the lynx’s oversized paws flexing and curling under his grip.
Gary knew the signs, abruptly stopping all movement and pulling away slightly before Pawbert got the chance to come.
Pawbert screamed, swollen dick pulsing visibly against his gray fur.
Gary smiled proudly.
“You did so good, Pawby. How do you want to come?”
Pawbert’s tongue lolled out his mouth as he tried to find words, the fluff on his cheeks matted from his crying.
“I-Insideme. Want you inside me daddy, please-”
Just the answer he’d expected.
Gary easily flipped Pawbert over so that his hole and cute little tail were facing up, gently moving the lynx so that his back and neck were arched back, allowing Gary to still see his partner’s face.
“I’ve got you Pawby. Tell me how good you are.”
“So good, so good, daddy, goodgoodgood-” Pawbert babbled, yelping as Gary used his tail to prep Pawbert’s hole, stretching it carefully for a minute before lining himself up.
Pawbert took both of Gary’s dicks eagerly, keening high and attempting futilely to rock back as Gary pushed them in.
“So good for me Pawbert.” Gary repeated, tongue darting out to lick at the salty tears that left Pawbert’s eyes.
The viper thrusted harder than he'd meant to upon realizing he couldn’t taste any fear in the air.
Pawbert didn’t even lurch forward with the force of the motion, too cemented in Gary’s grasp.
“Always so good. So perfect.”
Pawbert didn’t respond, just sobbed out an unintelligible string of ‘daddy’s and ‘please’s.
The lynx only lasted a matter of seconds. Gary watched Pawbert’s claws flex aimlessly as they remained constricted behind his back, attempting to cling onto the air around them.
Pawbert choked up a pitiful mewl as he shot out cum onto his stomach, dick trapped between his own body and the bed.
Gary only thrusted a few more times, golden eyes raptly tracing the way the lynx’s body shook underneath him, before pulling out and finishing across Pawbert’s lower back.
The viper hissed satisfiedly, just narrowly having avoided making a mess on his own coils that were wrapping Pawbert up.
Underneath him Pawbert heaved for air before sobbing pitifully. Gary slowly loosened his grip on the lynx, rubbing his sapphire tail comfortingly across his partner’s back until the lynx’s crying stopped.
“C’mon Pawby. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
Pawbert shifted beneath him, moving his head to look at Gary and smiling pathetically, still gasping for little breaths.
“Thank you, daddy.”