Ghostcat shenanigans

[technicallyhellbound]

It had been a few weeks since they'd started this arrangement, and so far the Cat had, in fact, been a surprising amount of help. Enough so that Charles had stopped being mostly on-guard while in his presence and had even taken the 'puppy' nickname in stride, though he still hadn't really looked too deeply at why it didn't bother him as much as it probably should.

That particular day was neither a Monday nor a Friday, and was in fact a Wednesday, so while it wasn't one of their scheduled briefings, it was a visit that had been arranged in advance, a few hours while Crystal and Charles were at a concert, the kind of thing that while Edwin enjoyed being invited to, really wasn't the kind of thing he actually enjoyed going to, and the others both knew it, which was why they continued to invite him, even if he always declined.

It was late afternoon, not yet early evening when he stepped out of the mirror into the cannery, tugging at the collar of his slipover in much the same way he did the lapels of his usual jacket. He'd been branching out from his usual look, just a little, in bits and pieces, and now had something of a range of shades of those softer jumpers, this one was a deep bottle-green and was nearly a cowl-neck, but definitely less severe than his usual look.

It had been raining in London, or rather it had been misting heavily, and he wasn't quite sure if it was still raining here or if it had just finished, there wasn't the same kind of moisture in the air, which meant that if it was raining it hadn't been doing so for long, and all he knew was that the Cat had something planned for them to do, he was only now considering that he probably should have asked a few more questions beforehand.

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[catting]

It's the Cat's turn to make a sound into their kiss — not quite a moan but not completely a gasp, either, more like an amalgamation of both as he not only feels a shiver of delight race across his senses at the feeling of Edwin's nails against his flesh, but also at the idea of Edwin physically responding to him with more than just simply kissing back. By all accounts, he didn't even have to do that — he promised The Cat a kiss, not a reciprocation and certainly not a make-out session or anything like that... but as Edwin seems to be curiously cataloguing the way this feels, flourishing in the inexperience despite how intensely new this must all feel, the Cat can't help but be curious himself. How far will Edwin let him go? Will he be able to coax more of these out of him as a reward for being useful? Will it stop being an exchange and become something they just do, eventually?

His fingers slide down in featherlight touches to the elegant slope of Edwin's neck, trying to cling without clinging, because the feeling of his lip between both of Edwin's is impossibly good, and he's struggling to not let his mind run away with inspiration. Helplessly — because how could he have any hope of resisting the temptation when it's gone so well so far? — he opens his mouth a touch wider, letting the smallest flicker of his tongue lash out to taste Edwin's mouth.

[technicallyhellbound]

Edwin reveled in having drawn that sound from the Cat, it was unexpectedly delightful, and he was already brimming with ideas of how to cause it again, even if it had been even partly put-on -and he wasn't going to rule that out- because he'd enjoyed having that sliver of power.

The slide of the Cat's fingers along his own neck was enough to have his lips parting on a quiet gasp, and that tease of the Cat's tongue had him freezing in place for a moment. Because while he knew that the Cat didn't actually intend to bite him -he was reasonably sure- and certainly had no intention of eating any part of him, and more than that had no way of knowing just how Edwin would react to teeth being brought into play, it was still enough to have his hand sliding down from the Cat's nape to press flat against his chest, not shoving him away but still a push all the same, sounding breathless as he managed a quiet: "That's quite enough of that."