Light Colours
in which Katsumi experiences a heat.
tag: @hamausagi woe foxboy pussy be upon ye
When Eiji had awoken in the middle of the night, he hadn’t expected to wake up to an empty bed and missing blanket. But with Katsumi and Masuyo, he really shouldn’t have been surprised by the occasional weird situations. Eiji sat up in the bed, brushing his bangs from his eyes as he looked around the dark bedroom. Definitely no sign of his partner’s friendly local shade.
The shrine guardian stood slowly, artificial joints cracking from sleeping so stiffly. It didn’t help that his blanket was missing and it was cold. He looked around the room, noting Katsumi’s kimono still thrown over the back of the chair in the corner. Eiji wasted little time slipping that on instead of searching for his own clothing.
He tied it closed as he left the bedroom, intent on either finding Masuyo in the shrine or to confirm his absence. The air was damp with an oncoming storm, a slight surprise given the area’s relative lack of them. But there was a fainter scent beneath it, moss and fresh dirt. So he’d left recently then. That was reassuring at least.
Well, it was, until Eiji realised the blanket was still nowhere to be found. Masuyo didn’t need sleep, there was no reason for him to take it. Eiji sighed as he grabbed his shoes, going out in the middle of the night, barely dressed, before a storm. Just to find where his haunted partner had managed to run off to.
At least he could rely on his sense of smell to guide him. If Masuyo had left as recently as his smell had implied, then it should be no problem for the feline puppet to find him. If only to check on him, Eiji reasoned. And so when his search led him to the woods, he was far from surprised. Because of course it would.
It took him only ten minutes to find Masuyo, sitting on the ground leaning against a tree all while wrapped in the missing pale green sheet. Eiji cringed when he stepped on a stick, watching the man’s head snap up at him, fox ears twitching. “Oh.. Oh no. You need to go.” Masuyo scrambled to his feet, sheet hanging around his shoulders.
“Is everything okay?”
Eiji stayed where he was a few feet away from the shade, but something was off about him. His eyes were still dull, but they weren’t grey. More like a muted version of Katsumi’s actual swirl of blues and greens. It was even more unnerving than the usual grey. “Things are fine- he’s just- augh.” Masuyo put a hand to his head, but just as quickly dropped it as he suddenly smiled.
It was notably not Masuyo that surged forward, Eiji stumbling back to catch Katsumi and attempt not to fall to the forest floor. Eiji blinked in confusion as his partner gripped onto him, why was he so hot? Sure Katsumi ran warmer than most, but this was ridiculous. “Are you sick?” Eiji found himself asking as the kitsune went limp in his arms.
“Katsumi, control yourself.” Masuyo tugged himself away from Eiji, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself and hugging himself to do so. The shrine guardian had never seen the two battle for control. They had a set routine, Katsumi would control from sunrise to an hour before sunset, and Masuyo would take over for the rest of the time.
This was.. New… to Eiji.
Masuyo was strong, especially for a shade, Eiji knew this. So to watch him struggle against Katsumi in and of itself was surprising. Before Masuyo could explain what was happening, the behaviour shifted once more, Katsumi almost immediately clinging to Eiji. Eiji was at a loss for words as he tried to figure out the behaviour, to the point he was taken completely off guard by warm lips against his.
He returned the kiss with a small peck before he pulled away, tilting his head down at Katsumi, eyes filled with clear concern. Katsumi’s head fell against his chest and a soft growl escaped the kitsune. “He’s never had a partner during a heat. This is utterly… Embarrassing.” Masuyo grumbled, unable to control Katsumi’s body and pull away again.
A heat..? Oh. Eiji bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling or worse, chuckling. All this because of a heat? “Maybe I should take you home. It’s going to start raining soon.” Eiji straightened out as he suggested an alternative to whatever Masuyo’s plan happened to be. Katsumi sank further into Eiji’s arms, inhaling deeply.
“Masuyo doesn’t think it’s ideal because he doesn’t know how I’ll behave.” Katsumi explained, snaking his arms out of the blanket and to the belt keeping Eiji’s kimono closed. Eiji caught his partner’s hand before he could undo the white fabric. Katsumi lifted his head with a pout, and for a man with vertical pupils, they were exceptionally blown.
Eiji looked down at Katsumi’s hand in his grip, before lifting his head to meet the man’s eyes, quirking a violet brow. “This is what… I meant.” Masuyo looked away, unable to pull his hand back either way. “I have very little… control. When he’s.. Like this.” It was like trying to read two books at the same time, Eiji realised as he let go of Masuyo’s wrist.
Almost immediately Katsumi’s hands were back on the fabric. “Okay, we’re going home.” Eiji decided, picking up his boyfriend and throwing the kitsune onto his shoulder. The shrine guardian had to avoid being hit by the rapidly wagging tails as he pivoted on his heel towards the shrine. Katsumi or Masuyo, he wasn’t sure, struggled against his grip for a few seconds before giving up and stilling.
“And you didn’t think to just tell me rather than disappearing in the middle of the night?”
Masuyo growled again, clearly doing his best to remain in control. “No! I mean… No. I didn’t… Realise, until he had taken over…” Masuyo’s tails drooped, one of which nearly hit Eiji in the face as it did so. “Ugh, this heat is incredibly.. Uncomfortable.” He complained, body going entirely limp and causing Eiji to stagger somewhat.
Eiji picked up the pace, careful of any roots or other debris on the ground as he hurried back to the shrine. The man on his shoulder remained quiet as he made the rest of the trip, and remained silent still as he was gently set down inside of the shrine. Eiji got his shoes off but was immediately tackled to the ground the second he turned to face his partner.
Katsumi lowered his head to the man’s neck, inhaling once more as the pale green sheet fell on top of them. “You smell like home.” Katsumi whispered before he pressed a series of gentle kisses to the man’s neck. Eiji became momentarily stunned by the domestic declaration, hand coming up to rest on the small of his lover’s back.
“Take care of him.” Came a hushed whisper in a different tone, Masuyo clearly giving up on trying to control Katsumi’s insatiable hunger. At least it wasn’t bloodlust this time. Just good old lust. Katsumi pushed himself up on one arm, face inches from Eiji’s, eyes still impossibly wide. Eiji hesitated for just a moment before sliding his hand up Katsumi’s back to the back of his neck, drawing him back down for a proper kiss.
“So needy you didn't even put clothes on?” Eiji teased against his lips, eyeing the way his cheeks flushed and his chest heaved. Katsumi's eyes opened, his pupils still blown as he pouted down at his teasing boyfriend. “We should go to the bed.” He suggested and the kitsune sighed, rolling off of him.
Eiji tugged off and tossed the man's boots, then he easily scooped him up, carrying him groom style to their shared bedroom. Him and the blanket he stole. That he still didn't quite understand. He laid Katsumi in their bed, kneeling so one knee was between his legs. Eiji then undid the kimono, sliding it off of him and letting it fall to the floor.
“The blanket?”
“Smells like you.”
Eiji wasn't even aware he had a scent, as a being who didn't live as Katsumi lived. But then, he still sweat, still bled, still scarred. Just differently. It wasn't the only function he could do. Mismatched eyes flicked over his scarred skin. He was so bruised, cut up in some places. His nightly fights. Eiji would just have to be careful.
He leaned down, kissing the edge of one of the scars on his chest. Katsumi shuddered under his kiss and he smiled. These two scars were always sensitive, he liked it. His skin was so warm even though he had been outside in the cold in just a sheet. So warm as Eiji licked along the scar, rough tongue making him whine.
Katsumi groaned, eyes closing, mouth opened as the feline licked his nipple, only to then follow up by slightly tugging on it with his teeth. Gentle, but enough to make him squirm. Eiji knew his chest wasn't the most sensitive place on his body, but he also knew it'd rile his poor kitsune up beyond belief.
“Don't.. Nng.. Don't tease, Eiji..”
Eiji’s smile against his skin was soft, he began to trail his kisses downwards. His lips were cold against the man’s overheated skin, bringing much reprieve as he kissed a scar on Katsumi’s left hip. He nibbled the defined bone and his kitsune squirmed against the action.
“Need me?”
“You know I do!”
Mismatched eyes looked up, Katsumi was so beautiful under the moonlight. It was a sight Eiji had never seen before. One that made him feel blessed. He ran his hand up Katsumi’s thigh, propping it up so he had space between his legs.
“How badly?”
“Eiji!”
Eiji laughed, grazing his fangs along the man’s pale thigh. He smelled differently, something more noticeable now. The feline puppet wondered if it was his pheromones, his body’s attempt at attracting a mate. Mate. The idea did something to him. He wasn’t sure how to place the feeling that brewed in his stomach.
His tongue flicked out, licking up his cunt. He tasted relatively the same, if anything, Eiji found the taste more intoxicating than usual. Maybe it was just placebo, maybe it was because he wanted it, but Eiji could almost blame Katsumi’s pheromones for making everything feel a bit… Just.. More.
Katsumi’s hand tugged at his hair as his tongue swirled around his enlarged clit. Half lidded eyes looked up at him, enjoying the blatant display of pleasure on his face. Eiji brought his hand up, dipping two fingers into him as he focused on sucking on his clit.
His moans were musical, truly, low partially growled ones offset by high pitched whines. And without a need to breathe, Eiji took great pleasure in unravelling him with his tongue. “Ei-Eiji~” His lover gasped out, body twitching. The feline pulled his fingers from him, pulling back just enough to lick them clean.
But, he did know his precious kitsune better than that, and coupled with his heat. Eiji had an inkling that one wouldn’t be anywhere near enough to satisfy him. Quickly confirmed by the fox reaching for him, tugging his wrist pathetically.
Eiji pushed himself up properly, one hand beside the kitsune's head on the mattress. Then he shifted so that both his legs were between Katsumi's, the man almost immediately wrapping his legs around Eiji's waist. Looking down at him, the shrine guardian could see the need and desperation on his face. Even with his eyes closed.
He reached between them, still wanting to tease his lover. His dick was still just semi hard, but it was good enough for him to rub the tip against Katsumi. Another thing Eiji loved, he was so overly wet. He was sure it wasn't a normal amount but he was also sure that he loved it. The head of his cock slid through the man's warm wet folds.
The sound of slick was audible but quickly dampened by the distant sound of approaching thunder.
Katsumi tightened his legs around the man’s waist in a desperate attempt to get him inside of him, but Eiji held fast, tightening his grip on the sheets to steady himself. “Be a good boy, Kats.” Eiji hummed, pressing just the head of his cock inside of him.
“Ca- ah~! Can’t be good when you’re not breeding me.”
The exclamation was blunt and surprising, purple ear twitching. “You want me to breed you?” Eiji wanted to hear him say it again. They never used protection anyway, there was no need. The heat really did make him act up. It was endearing.
Katsumi nodded, blond-brown ears bouncing, his bangs stuck to his heated skin as he opened his eyes just to pout up at the feline. “I need you to breed me.” It wasn’t a want, it was a need. An instinctual need. Eiji wanted nothing more than to fulfil his needs.
Eiji pushed into him, eliciting a high pitched moan, the kitsune’s claws soon dug into the skin of his back. Katsumi tilted his hips upwards, giving the feline the deepest possible angle. The sound of their skin muffled the sound of rain, the panting from the kitsune and the soft sighs of exertion from the puppet filled the room.
“I can’t get you pregnant though.” Eiji mumbled before gently biting the man’s ear.
“I can pretend.” Katsumi panted out, trying his best not to tear his lover’s back up with his claws.
And pretend they would, until Eiji’s stores ran dry and Katsumi was dripping with artificial cum. His thighs, the sheets, his sore cunt, full of him. Eiji was quite proud of his handiwork, his fox panting and deeply satisfied.
Even he panted, the physical exertion of keeping him happy took a toll. But Eiji was more than happy, seeing Katsumi happy.
The kitsune rested in his arms, declining any attempt to clean him. “There’s no point.. We’ll need to go again once I wake.” He mumbled, turning his face into the pillow. The sheets smelled of sex and slick, but Eiji assumed changing them would be just as pointless. At least he managed to get Katsumi to drink water.
Laying behind him, Eiji’s fingers ran up the man’s stomach, spooning him as he always did. But.. His thoughts wandered slightly, trailing his fingers up and down, causing Katsumi to shudder at the sensual touch.
“Would it be a litter then? If you’re a fox?”
Katsumi stilled in his arms but quickly relaxed, hand coming to rest on top of his. “It would be.” He clasped his hand in Eiji’s, getting comfortable against the mattress. “I wonder if they’d have hair like mine or yours.” He’d never thought about children, he wouldn’t make a good father. But it was fun to pretend, with the pheromones clouding his mind.
“Blond and purple maybe.” Eiji pressed his face against the back of Katsumi’s head, inhaling his scent, albeit musky from the activity. The puppet hadn’t thought very much on it either, how could he? Why would he? But he, too, found it fun to pretend.