“Shh, it’s okay. You’re alright,” Isac whispered against Nathan’s ear, the palm of his hand rubbing up and down his tight belly. “Just relax.”
“But… ‘m gonna come, Izzy…” Nathan gritted out with a soft whimper, abs all clenched up, his thighs trembling from the tension. The oversized shirt he still had on felt sweltering against his skin, Isac’s body heating everything up further where he was sitting behind him, chest pressed to Nathan’s back.
“Already?” Isac teased, his quiet laugh just a tickly burst of cool air on Nathan’s temple. “How’s that possible? We’ve barely even started.”
“It’s- it’s…” Nathan’s teeth clicked together, audibly, only a low, breathy grunt making its way through, the words dissolving on his tongue. “O-oh -!”
“Hm? That feel good?” Isac asked, his tone a little devilish, and more than a little heated. “That feel good on your sweet spot?”
“Don’t- don’t say that, -ah!” Nathan gasped out, squirming as the embarrassed heat burned his cheeks, his thighs uselessly trying to press together. It did nothing, Isac’s hand still more than free to move in between Nathan’s legs, in whatever way it pleased.
“Why not?” Isac hummed, lips brushing against Nathan’s jaw. He twisted his wrist. Nathan’s back arched.
“Izzy…” Nathan had to squeeze his eyes shut. Sitting in the v of Isac’s legs, the fabric of his joggers got punched up in Nathan’s hold, his hands tightening into fists. “‘s t-too much.”
“Hm? Good or bad ‘too much’?” Isac asked, movements slowing a little. He kissed Nathan’s jaw, free hand moving to pet higher up on Nathan’s chest, no doubt feeling the thundering of his heart against his palm. “Remember to breathe, pup.”
Nathan nodded, dutifully rushing to suck in a good, trembling lungful, really not wanting to end up all dizzy this time.
“Hmm, that’s it. Good boy. Doin’ so well for me,” Isac crooned. Nathan’s omega squirmed at the same praise that, in the moment, made Nathan feel incredibly shy. Isac rubbed his pleased scent along Nathan’s throat, and then urged him to respond; “What kind of ‘too much’?”
Nathan had to swallow a couple of times, struggling to focus. What Isac was doing with his other hand was hitting all the right places, and Nathan’s head was feeling emptier with each hitched breath.
“‘s good…” Nathan finally managed to push out through his teeth. “Don’t- don’t stop, but- but ‘m really gonna come if- if-”
“And what’s gonna happen if you come? Hm?” Isac asked sweetly, his earlier rhythm and intensity returning with Nathan’s confirmation that it was okay to keep going. “Y’worried I might stop? We haven’t even turned it on yet.”
“Not gon-gonna stop?” Nathan hiccuped, his hips jerking up. He could feel Isac’s grin against his overheated cheek.
“Nat, baby,” Isac said, crooning, so soft, gentle, sweet… “This thing has more settings than you can even handle yet.” He pressed another firm, sweltering kiss onto the hinge of Nathan’s tensed tight jaw. “We’gonna have you dripping all over yourself… Gonna make a whole mess on this little belly of yours.”
Nathan’s head dropped back to rest on Isac’s shoulder, a rough groan travelling up the bared stretch of his throat.
“And until y’really can’t take it anymore… ‘m not gonna stop.”
There was a talking cat sitting on the other of the room.
There was nothing to go around that fact. It was just... there, killing my last sensibilities I retained from earth.
Space was weird. Even weirder now tat I could - must - interact with it.
Ignoring these strange critters from inside a cell, simply staring and getting stared back felt a lot like a movie, but I heard it breathing, the smell filling the room.
Not that it was that strong, but I felt threatened, by this alone, and it was weird.
I knelt down and raised my head a little higher to... be a little more comfortable.
I frowned at it. And stared.
For all intents and purposes, this was a cat. It even *loafed*.
And started purring. Except for the purple, it really was a norm-
"So you've calmed d-"
"NOPE!," I yelled and went further down again, "NopenopenopeNOPEnopenopenopenope nope nope NOPE!"
For a second, I actually leaned my head against the bed, not seeing the apex predator for a time longer than I was comfortable with it.
Which made me look at it again, then.
Not a good thing, not a good thing at all.
I wanted to cower behind the bed, but then I wouldn't see, but I really didn't want to see either and... and...
This went on for an embarrassing amount of time.
"You... talk?," I said at one point.
"... mh... yes?"
"NOPE!"
I was definitely not okay with this. So absolutely not.
What I ended up with was the little ball of fluff looking at me in worry.
At least after several hours. At first it really liked the attention, but then it made weeping sounds.
And I had to look away from the patient, purring, pastry-formed, purple panther.
This was the moment I was even more weirded out by my own brain.
I think that happens when you are under constant stress. You start alliterating.
...
... another word I didn't recall using frequently.
Space was so STRANGE.
This time, I recovered in maybe half an hour from talking.cat-induced shock-and-panic.
It took four more tries. But at the last one, it only took five minutes.
And then it said: "You know... the Lamasi are known to be most cuddly"
And my constant, now overstrained nerve for panic did one last attempt to set me off into noping out. And it didn't work.
Because: "You're a GIANT predator. You could eat me for breakfast and have room for a ten o clock snack! And dessert! You bloody loaf!"
It crunched up his nose. It looked like a silly, purple rabbit.
And I laughed.
It was mostly stress. And its ears went down again. But it was still sitting there. Patient as can be. And didn't move an inch. Just continued the purrs.
I was not over it. Cats didn't talk. But it might - just might - not be a cat. Maybe. And it was... fine.
On probation. For like... a few minutes.
Or something.
"Why... am I... a loaf?"
I never heard someone be that insulted and offended by a single word.
And maybe I was laughing in earnest, then. For a moment.
The stress was getting to me...
