Kinktober Fic Challenge Day 13: Catdads and sexy grooming
Overwatch, reaper76 being catdads
The prompt was supposed to be ‘humiliation’ but that’s a squick for me. Instead I bring you more murderous catdads, as requested by @joasakura, who does so many good things and deserves goodness in return. There’s a lot of licking and foreplay and playing with each other’s tails. Maybe not so much a coherent narrative.
This isn’t actually done, but I ran out of time and brainpower so I chopped it back to a point that didn’t feel like a totally random place to end. I gift it to you and so begin my new career as a catboy porn fairy.
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“Battlefields are disgusting,” Gabriel grumbles when they meet up at the transport. “I look like I just dug my way out of a grave and you smell like a dump truck with a bad muffler.”
It’s the pulse rifle. It smells like burning metal and ozone. Jack gets so used to it he forgets sometimes.
Gabe’s commandeered one of the APCs as ‘officer’s quarters.’ Privileges of rank. At least the worst of the filth and stink comes off along with their kit as they strip. Jack adds his shit to the pile of Gabriel’s gear on the row of seats opposite them, then settles down against Gabe with a sigh. Jesus, after three days in armor he’d forgotten what it was like to not be a turtle. Gabriel gives off fussing with the gunk caked in the fur of his ears to pull Jack in against him.
They sit there like that for a bit, nuzzling and letting each other’s familiar scent beneath the combat scuzz calm their buzzing nerves. When Gabriel starts fussing with the goop on his ears again, Jack bats his hands away. “Here, let me do that.”
Gabe’s black ears and hair are clumped with mud, blood, cobwebs and bits of leaf litter, and it’s a lot easier to deal with for someone who can see what he’s doing. After a moment, Gabriel drops his head down against Jack’s chest. Jack hooks his chin over the top of his head, purring loudly enough to let Gabriel feel the rumble. He’s pleased by the way Gabe’s spine softens, tension bleeding away from his shoulders and back.
Draped across Jack, Gabriel’s distant-thunder purr kicks up to mingle with Jack’s. It feels like being snuggled by a motorboat. Jack dusts some of the crumbled stuff off them, and smiles into Gabriel’s curls at his grumbling over the mess. “You’re the one with a thing for short range firearms,” Jack teases. “You get in close, you get blood stuck in your hair.” He laughs when Gabe mock-bites him.
This feels good. The softness of it feels really good, after days of blood and noise and fighting to survive while wondering if Gabriel was bleeding out in a gutter somewhere at any given moment. His body feels like one gigantic bruise, but the heavy warmth of Gabriel blanketing him—the relief of having him right here, safe and together—soaks into his muscles and begins to release a few knots that were tied up so tight he’d forgotten they could come out.
Gabriel lets Jack draw him into a lazy kiss. When they part, he nuzzles in under Jack’s chin and licks at his throat a couple of times, tongue rasping along the delicate skin. “You taste better than you smell.”
Jack snorts. “Glad to hear it.” He’s pretty sure he tastes like salt, swamp and tire irons, but if it makes Gabriel happy…
Gabriel keeps licking, slow gentle grooming swipes that start at his collarbones and stroke up along the contours of his throat. They make him shiver. They make him smell like Gabriel. Gabriel butts at him to get at the underside of his jaw. He tilts his head back to offer better access.
When Gabriel snares his tail and drags it gently through his fingers, Jack twitches in surprise and then melts. The sweet tingle runs right up his spine. “Mmm, do that again.”
Gabriel chuckles and obeys. “The rest of you comes back looking like you swam in a dumpster,” he murmurs against the pulse of Jack’s neck, “but your tail is always pristine.”
“I hate getting shit in my tail,” Jack mumbles. Enunciating is hard. He feels like a puddle. “Fur’s too thick an’ it hurts to comb it out.”
“Sensitive,” Gabriel agrees, giving it another long pet that makes Jack squirm. His smirk makes it an innuendo.
The end of Gabe’s tail is curled under one of Jack’s thighs, flicking lazily against his skin. It tickles a bit, which Jack knows damn well Gabe is doing on purpose. He reaches down to catch it and return the favor, slowly drawing his hand down the soft silky fur over and over again, smiling at the way Gabriel shivers each time.
It’s something, to touch someone softly and be touched softly in return after three days of being a living weapon. Gabriel licks him across every inch of skin he can reach, moving further downward across Jack’s shoulders and chest. Jack kneads into Gabriel’s neck and shoulders, raking lightly with his fingernails every so often to make Gabe flex and sigh. The dense, powerful living curves of Gabriel’s muscles fill his palms in an achingly satisfying way. They fit together so perfectly.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” He catches one of Gabriel’s wrists and brings it up to his mouth to kiss the palm, feeling the power of it in the circle of his fingers, bone and muscle tempered to stone from years of pounding by the recoil on his massive shotguns.
“Mmmm, and you taste good.” The huskiness in Gabe’s voice makes Jack flush warm with the first stirrings of arousal. He arches and gasps as Gabe licks a slow swipe across his nipple.
“Yeah,” Gabriel says with a little grin, and starts shuffling downward, nudging Jack’s thighs apart to give him room to settle. Jack sinks his fingers into curly dark hair and moans as Gabe runs his tongue right up Jack’s happy trail and into his belly button. “Mmm, yeah. That’s even better.”
Gabe’s pheromones are starting to smell pretty fantastic too. Jack tugs at his hair. “Get up here.”
“Busy.”
Jack throws his head back as Gabriel licks down the V of his hips to his cock. He can feel him laughing against his skin. It makes his pelvic muscles quiver. “Jesus… Fuck, Gabe!” His legs come up of their own accord to wrap around Gabriel’s ribs as the man’s tongue licks a rough-velvet stripe up the underside of his dick and then back down to toy with his balls.
Gabriel snags one of his legs under the knee and pushes it up to catch it over his shoulder. Jack bites at a knuckle as he noses down to lap at his taint. The soft rasp and ripple across the sensitive nerves there is enough to him batshit. He knots his fingers tighter into Gabriel’s hair and curls his tail around his neck. It’s not strong enough to pull him away—not that Jack really wants him to stop—but shit. He’s being licked into submission, and it’s working.
“You taste so good,” Gabriel all but moans against him. He comes up so they can look at each other. “Christ, I missed you.”
Jack cups his hands around Gabriel’s jaw. He has to clear his throat to find his voice. “I missed you too.”
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