So this one time @infinite-atmosphere and some peeps were all “ABO CATDADS” and I was weak to their cries.
He had a rough night. So to speak. It’s not like Jack is ever much good at getting rest, and his heats aren’t much help, so Gabriel did his best to fuck his husband till he passed out. He’s fairly pleased with himself that it worked. He probably ought to be catching some sleep himself, but the lovely sight before him is all too rare, and he’s not about to waste it. Or to let anyone or anything disturb his husband’s rest. Gabriel strokes him softly, petting at the soft ears and hair and fluffy tail, running his hand down Jack’s shoulders and back and ass in slow, soothing caresses that let Jack know, somewhere in his subconscious, that he’s safe and looked after and doesn’t need to worry about anything.
Gabriel can’t deny that Jack’s heats are awkward, given their lifestyle. He knows that if Jack had his way, he wouldn’t have them at all. But he can’t help cherishing them anyway. It’s a few times a year that the two of them get to spend together, free of distraction or duty, immersed in each other’s bodies and lives. They fuck, they nap together, they eat together, they shower together, they talk. Sometimes Gabriel thinks that if it weren’t for Jack’s heats, the constant enormous demands on them both would drag them further apart than they could make up for.
And he likes having every single bit of Jack all to himself. If that’s selfish, he doesn’t care. He wants Jack more than anything, always, and if Jack tried to claim he didn’t feel just the same, he’d be a lying asshole.
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