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Jean lay curled up on a blanket on the floor in the patch of sunlight stretching across it from the window in his new bedroom. He’s on his back, shirtless, letting the sun hit his belly and revelling in it. He growls in irritation when he hears footsteps approaching his door, ears twitching and tail thrashing, but a knock comes, anyway, and that’s how Jean knows it’s Jeremy. The girls aren’t afraid to annoy him, but they don’t ever disturb him if he makes his wish to be alone known. His tail slows and he swallows down the growl. “Come in,” he allows. After all, this is Jeremy’s room, too, even if he really only sleeps here. Plus, Jeremy’s company is never bothersome, unlike…everyone else’s, actually.
The door opens and though he doesn’t turn around, Jean hears Jeremy’s quick intake of breath. “Oh,” he says.
Jean rolls over just enough to tilt his head, seeing Jeremy from a sideways and slightly upside-down angle. He’s staring at Jean with an open mouth, flicking between Jean’s shirtless torso, his uncovered ears, and his tail. The gaze is loaded, and Jean can’t quite parse its mood. He’s not sure if he’s being stared at for a good reason or a bad one, and it puts him on edge. Jean rolls a bit more so he’s not belly-up and glares at the human.
“Problem, Captain?” He asks. He knows even someone with no added instincts will hear the warning in his voice.
He does. “No!” Jeremy says quickly, trying to force and keep his gaze on Jean’s face. He finally steps into the room fully and closes the door behind him. “Sorry, I - ah - I’ve never, you know. Seen your, um…tail. Or ears, before.”
Jean knows. Other than Abby, Wymack, and Renee, as well as the Trojans medical staff, Jean has never allowed humans to see his ears or tail, or his claws and incisors. The Foxes knew only as a result of Jean’s forced vulnerability - unable to bathe himself, or change his own clothes, or reach up to pin back his ears for a time while he was healing. Kevin had offered to help, once the team returned from their vacation, but Jean refused to show such weakness and helplessness to him. Neil offered, and Jean would’ve allowed it if he’d actually been able to do anything,but his ill-timed torture didn’t lend much help to Jean, what with Neil’s own injuries. Jean had no choice but to rely on Renee, that first night, and then Wymack and Abby for so much.
Cat and Laila know, of course - so does Coach Rhemann, also at Kevin’s insistence - that Jean is a lynx hybrid, but they haven’t seen, nor have they asked to. Jeremy had been in the same boat until now.
Jean flexes the black tip of his tail, and Jeremy’s eyes dart to it. He swallows and blushes.
“Are you bothered by my shorts being pulled down low enough to let my tail breathe?” Jean asks. His tail thrashes more, irritated by Jeremy’s staring. Jean’s getting defensive. He can feel his ears fighting not to fall back in aggression. He signed a contract, after all, and Jeremy is his partner. “Or is it just the existence of my tail in the first place that offends you so?”
Jeremy’s head jerks back over to look Jean dead in the eyes. He frowns. “I’m not offended by either,” he argues. “I’m - I’m sorry, I know I’m staring. I've never met another hybrid before; it’s - it’s cool.”
Jean snorts. Cool, for the children of the Perfect Court to secretly be forced to undergo illegal experimentation. Not that Jeremy knows that part, of course. “You have met Kevin,” he reasons. “And Neil. Riko.” His former master’s name is hissed.
Jeremy doesn't touch Riko with a ten foot pole, Jean notes, but he still shakes his head in wonder. “Sure, I met them, and I’m friends with Kevin, but I didn't know they’re hybrids. It's not like I've ever seen their -” he gestures. “Ears, or - or whatever they have.”
“Their traits,” Jean supplies the term they were taught. “You have seen Kevin’s mane,” he continues. “And you played against Neil; I am sure you heard his hellish roar-bark.” He has never been able to keep it to himself when he gets excited.
Jeremy opens his mouth and pauses, caught off guard. After a moment he relents, “Okay, that’s fair. But I just thought Kevin kept his hair long for his culture. And I thought…Well, I honestly just thought Neil was kind of. Um. Unhinged,” he finishes bashfully.
Jean snorts. “He is.” He stretches, then, rolling onto his hand and knees and pushing his butt backward to stretch out his arms, shoulders, back, and haunches. He groans and his ears flatten as his tail shakes, and his claws flex from his fingers, pressing into the carpet audibly. Jeremy makes a cut off sound and Jean catches it. A familiar scent of lust, though it’s different, somehow. He looks over sharply at Jeremy and catches his embarrassed expression.
Jean raises a brow and stands to his full height, staring at Jeremy who hasn’t even taken another step into the room. Jeremy swallows audibly and Jean watches his eyes fight not to look him up and down. Jeremy licks his lips subconsciously and then snaps his eyes to Jean’s face, turning pink when he notes Jean’s smirk.
“Did you need something, Jeremy?” He asks, laying his accent thick on his partner’s name.
Jeremy flushes deeper. “Oh!” He suddenly remembers. “Oh, yeah. I - um, I needed to grab a change of clothes; I was gonna shower and go…meet up with a friend.”
Jean’s tail lashes and his ears flatten. “A friend,” he repeats flatly. He knows of Jeremy’s “friends”. He hates them all.
Jeremy takes a breath. “Yes, Jean.”
He forces the words out patiently, and Jean feels a hiss build in his throat in response. It makes his voice sound off when he bites out, “No.”
Jeremy blinks. “Uh, Jean, you don’t -”
“You will go see your friend and come back upset, hurt, and unsatisfied as always,” Jean says angrily.
“Jean, that’s my busi-”
This time, Jean does let out his hiss, and he bares his teeth. Jeremy shuts up. “You are my partner,” Jean says, “yet you do not let me protect you or meet any of your needs.”
Jeremy stares, then furrows his brows. “Jean,” he says, then stops. He swallows and takes a deep breath while Jean stares down at him angrily. “Jean,” Jeremy tries again, "I'm - not going to ask you for sex just because we’re partners and you feel obligated -”
“Pah!” Jean spits. He balls his hands into fists, then relaxes them and retracts his claws. “I am not obligated to have sex with you.” He growls. He doesn’t tell Jeremy I could bite your vocal cords straight out of your throat. “I am obligated to protect you and help you improve your game; nothing else.”
“So why would you think-”
“I am offering, Jeremy.” Jean forces his ears forward. His tail down. His claws in.
Jeremy swallows, but Jean can see - and hear - his breath coming quickly. He croaks out, “Why are you offering, Jean?”
Jean huffs at him. “You cannot be this dense,” he complains. But he feels the heat spread across his face. “If you were not so busy running away from me to see your friends, you would have seen that running is unnecessary long ago.”
Jeremy gapes. “You - me?”
Jean’s tail starts curving like the slutty seductress it always wants to be. It slides around Jean's thigh and writhes, trying to get Jeremy’s attention. Blushing, Jean snatches the very tip of it and holds it in place. “Yes, Jeremy. You.”
Jeremy takes a deep breath. “You like me,” he says, firmly, as if he’s hoping stating it as a fact will make it more true. It’s not a question, though, so Jean doesn’t answer it. “Just five minutes ago, you were mad at me for checking you out.”
Jean flushes. “I thought you were staring at me like a freak,” he says. An ear twitches. “I am vain.”
Jeremy lets out a strained laugh and takes a step forward. “You really want…this?” He asks.
Jean bites his lip and nods. Jeremy takes another step until he’s right in front of him, looking up at him. “I trust you, Jeremy,” Jean tells him softly. It’s a heavy statement, but rather than looking burdened by it, it makes Jeremy stand straighter, shoulders going back like he’s proud.
“Is this - I can’t just have meaningless sex with you, Jean, if -”
Jeremy cuts himself off when Jean cups Jeremy’s face in his hands. “It is not meaningless to me,” Jean murmurs to him, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. How can he explain his feelings for Jeremy without scaring him away? “You mean very much to me, Jeremy. I don’t - have more than that yet, but -”
This time, Jeremy is the one who shuts Jean up, standing on tiptoes to press their lips together. “What do I need to know?” Jeremy breathes when he pulls away.
Jean doesn't answer yet. He leans down and kisses Jeremy again, opening his lips when Jeremy’s tongue swipes against them.
At the first meeting of their tongues, though, they both jolt apart, surprised and laughing. “Your tongue!” They both exclaim, and then give surprised squawks.
“What about my tongue?” Jean demands, though he’s still laughing. After feeling Jeremy's tongue against his, he knows exactly what Jeremy is about to say.
“It’s - rough,” Jeremy says, sounding both fascinated and turned on. He stares at Jean's mouth, and Jean indulgently sticks out his tongue. Jeremy breathes out an awed sound, and gently rubs a thumb pad over the papillae. He shivers when he feels the barbs rough over his finger, and his breath hitches and his eyes darken. “Oh,” he says, voice shaky and hungry enough to make the fine hairs down Jean’s spine stand on end.
“It will not hurt your skin,” Jean tells Jeremy, “but it will feel rougher. Yours?”
Jeremy obediently sticks his tongue out, and Jean is surprised and intrigued by how flat his tongue is, how soft and round his papillae are. No prickly edges. It seems apt, for such a soft, well-rounded man like Jeremy. Jean wonders what else differs from their bodies, since he’s never seen a naked human before.
“You can touch my ears and tail, but do not pull them,” Jean tells him. Jeremy nods, eyes wide. Jean bites his lip, arousal burning in his gut. He wants Jeremy’s lips on his again. “Will you take your clothes off, too?” He asks instead. He feels suddenly very naked in comparison, in nothing but shorts.
“Oh! Yeah.” Jeremy blushes but holds Jean’s gaze as he pulls his shirt over his head, until the fabric gets between their line of vision. Jean has seen Jeremy shirtless, of course, but it’s - different like this. His body is smaller than Jean’s, mostly hairless and obviously completely furless. His nipples are brown, his skin tanned, his muscles lightly defined. He looks good. Jean swallows.
“Where should I…not touch?” Do humans like their ears played with?
As Jermy pulls down his shorts, he grins. “Oh, I don’t really have anywhere I don’t like being touched,” he says. He steps out of his shorts. “Maybe don’t yank my hair hard? Pulling on it and touching it is fine, though.”
Jean nods. “I will not,” he promises. He sees a light bulge in Jeremy’s boxers and feels heat grow in his belly. He steps forward again, putting his hands on Jeremy’s hips, and lines their bodies up so they’re touching from shins to chest. Jeremy hums in satisfaction, sliding his hands around Jean’s back.
“You have - hair here?” Jeremy asks, though he doesn’t seem confused or put off by it as his fingers lightly trail the sparse line of golden, spotted fur Jean knows runs down his back. He shivers at the gentle touch.
“Fur,” Jean corrects as he slides his hands to Jeremy’s spine, now curious. “You have none,” he observes. “No hair here, I mean.” He pauses, then, tilting his head as he feels them. “Or, the same little hairs as everywhere.”
Jeremy laughs lightly and shyly kisses Jean’s collarbone. Jean feels a rumble in his chest he pushes down out of habit, and he lets his hands roam all over Jeremy’s back and shoulders, pulling him into another kiss. This time, they’re prepared for each other’s tongues, and both groan as they allow themselves to explore each other’s mouths.
Jean licks carefully into Jeremy’s mouth, and his soft tongue rubs against him. It’s gentle even though Jeremy isn’t trying to make it so, and Jean quite likes it. Jeremy's hands come around to Jean’s front and start rubbing all over his torso. Jean hums into his mouth, liking the feeling, and Jeremy groans, bringing a hand up to cup Jean’s face and pull him desperately into a harder kiss.
Jean loses all sense of hesitation at that.
Jeremy gasps against his mouth as Jean squats enough to scoop Jeremy up under his thighs and straightens, lifting the human off the ground. Jeremy’s arms circle Jean’s shoulders tightly as he pulls away, staring at Jean’s face, stunned. “Oh my god, this is so hot,” he moans, voice breaking.
Jean smirks victoriously and walks him to the bed, kissing him as he goes. He dumps Jeremy unceremoniously when he gets to the bed, and Jeremy laughs breathlessly and starts pulling his boxers off without getting up. He rolls around the bed like a turtle on its back, Jean thinks comically. It doesn’t make him any less attractive, somehow.
Jean sees Jeremy’s hard cock spring free and swallows, arousal now a well-stoked fire in his gut and groin. Jeremy sighs and strokes his cock slowly, looking up under his eyelashes, it’s alluring and seductive, and has Jean licking his lips and pushing down his shorts, standing in front of Jeremy.
His cock springs free as his athletic shorts drop to the ground, and Jeremy’s breath rushes out in an exhale while Jean steps out of his shorts, kicking them away.
Jeremy groans and touches Jean’s thighs, sliding his hands up the sides of them to his hips. He looks at Jean’s cock, then up at his face, and back. “You’re so big,” he breathes.
Jean chuffs. “Is that…bad?”
“No,” Jeremy says so emphatically it makes Jean laugh. “I mean - maybe for some people…but definitely not me.” Jean snorts, but Jeremy won’t be distracted. “Can I - can I blow you?”
Jean exhales shakily, and his cock throbs, “You - if you want to, then yes.” Then, because he thinks it might be important to know, “I have never…received one.”
Jeremy’s eyes bug out. “Nobody’s ever gotten their mouth on this thing?!” Jean can’t help but laugh, surprised. “Sh- sorry, I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I just meant - as soon as I saw it, blowing you was all I could think about.”
Jean fists his cock and groans at Jeremy’s eagerness. Jeremy’s fingers tighten on the sides of Jean’s thighs. Jean holds his cock at the base and points it toward Jeremy. “Show me,” he all but purrs.
Jeremy licks his lips as he leans forward. Instead of taking hold of Jean’s cock like Jean expects him to, Jeremy keeps his hands on Jean's thighs as he plants tiny, sucking kisses down the left side of his cock. It’s a faint sensation, more hot in visual than touch, and Jean sighs at the sight. Jeremy reaches Jean's fingers where they curl around his cock and kisses them one by one. Jean’s inhale through his nose is sharp, and Jeremy moves to the other side of his cock to kiss his way back down. The softness of the kisses is going to drive Jean insane, and he groans when Jeremy reaches the head of his cock and presses a kiss to the slit.
Jeremy then slouches low to duck under Jean’s cock to lick along the bottom of it. He hums and pulls away, wrapping a hand around him just above Jean’s. His hand looks small in comparison. “Huh,” he says curiously. “What are these?”
Jean, already staring at Jeremy’s hand on his cock, frowns. “My…barbs?” He asks. He glances at Jeremy’s cock and realizes - “You don’t have barbs on yours?”
“Nope,” Jeremy pops the p and continues stroking Jean slowly. Jean’s ear twitches. Behind him, his tail snakes. “Humans don't have that. Though we do have, like, bulbed heads.” he leans back and shows Jean his cock, though Jean had already noticed that difference, at least.
“The barbs will not hurt you,” Jean tells him even though they haven’t discussed who will fuck and who will be fucked. Even a handjob would hurt if his barbs were out. “They only come up if I am with a female in heat.”
“Good to know,” Jeremy responds cheerfully, and then wraps his mouth around Jean’s cock.
“Ah!” Jean’s back arches and he lets go of his cock, leaving it to Jeremy to hold it. Jeremy does with fervor, licking and swirling his tongue all around the head as he mouths against it. Jeremy moans and Jean’s jaw drops open, already beginning to pant. He just - feels so good.
Jeremy begins stroking Jean’s cock, and his other hand tentatively and curiously plays with Jean’s balls, watching his expression to see if Jean likes it even as he begins bobbing his head up and down his shaft.
Jean bites his lip as Jeremy plays with him, nodding when Jeremy raises his brows in question. “Good,” he grits out. He puts his hands in Jeremy’s hair, scratching gently at his roots, and Jeremy lets out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a whine. He closes his eyes and sucks harder, and Jean is lost to the feeling of absolute ecstasy as Jeremy sinks down more and more. His cock nudges the back of Jefemy’s throat when Jeremy’s lips meet his hand, and Jean gasps as he swallows around him.
Jeremy pulls off all the way and gasps, panting as he licks his lips. “Oh my god,” he breathes excitedly. “Oh my god, your dick is perfect.”
Jean groans because fuck, what a thing to say. “Do not - hurt yourself,” he says.
But Jeremy is far too enthusiastic to be discouraged. “I won’t,” he insists. “Just gotta work up to it.”
Jean whimpers, then. How is one person so hot? “Do you - were you planning on giving, or receiving?”
Jeremy’s grin is slow and almost as cat-like as Jean’s is. “I can do anything,” he boasts. “What do you do?”
“Either,” Jean says. He considers. “I want to receive," he decides. “If - if my tail will not -”
“Jean, I promise you, your tail will not be a problem for me,” Jeremy interrupts. Jean has to laugh at the earnest expression Jeremy’s looking at him with.
“Okay, you pervert,” he says, and Jeremy rolls his eyes and starts suckling at the head of his cock. Jean can’t believe how good it feels, is having a hard time not thrusting his hips forward and burying his cock into Jerremy’s throat at his own pace.
Jeremy seems to know, though, because the next moment Jean has to squeeze his eyes close as Jeremy slides forward. He quickly returns to where he was earlier - lips touching his own hand - and Jean feels the head of his cock brush the super soft skin of the back of Jeremy’s throat. But then he slowly starts taking fingers away, breathing through his nose as he pushes himself further. Jean’s ears flatten on his head and he moans, loud and long, as he feels his cock slide into Jeremy’s throat passage. The tightness is mind-blowing, and Jean finds himself stretching backwards, like it’ll help the process or extend the feeling.
When Jeremy's nose hits Jean’s pubic hair, Jean lets out a growl and moves his hands from Jeremy’s hair, because he’s not able to completely keep his claws sheathed. He takes a shaky breath and Jeremy opens his eyes at the absence of touch. Jean knows the moment Jeremy sees the claws peeking out, because Jeremy moans and then immediately gags, pulling himself off and coughing. It’s honestly just as well, because the way that gag constricted Jeremy’s throat around Jean’s cock nearly made Jean fuck into his mouth and come right then and there.
Jean grabs his cock and pushes Jeremy’s shoulder so he’s sitting straight up instead of hunching over to choke. “Jeremy, are you alright?” He worries. His voice is rough and Jeremy coughs more as he looks up at him.
“I’m - okay,” he chokes out. “Jesus, it’s - so perfect."
“I would believe that if you could say three words without coughing,” Jean retorts wryly.
Jeremy laughs and coughs again, but he and Jean have come to an unspoken agreement that the blowjob portion of the evening is over. Once Jeremy has stopped dying, and Jean has stopped laughing at him over it, Jeremy scoots back to lean against the headboard.
Jean hikes a knee up onto the bed to prowl up to Jeremy, intending to hover over him and maybe grind against Jeremy’s body while he steals more of those humanly-soft kisses, but then Jeremy makes a pspsps sound and says, “Here, kitty-kitty-kitty.”
Jean stops short, jaw dropping in shock. His arm, bent in the air and about to land near Jeremy’s calf, pauses in the air, mid-step. His ears perk forward, but he forces them back to the sides, as if he’s not interested in the trilling sound of the way Jeremy’s chirping kitty-kitty-kitty.
Jeremy continues, “Come on, pretty kitty.” He even flicks his index and middle fingers to make a raspy sound that makes Jean’s ears disobey and flick forward again. His tail, hidden behind him, flies up. Jean forces them all back into place again.
Jean is frozen, his mind blank. He feels heat on his face, but refuses to acknowledge it. He will not respond like a housecat. He will…not… Jeremy clicks his tongue a few times.
Finally, Jeremy begins to realize Jean is not reacting in a way he expected, and he stops, eyes flicking over Jean’s face with a hint of trepidation. “...Jean? Was that…”
And, well, Jean doesn’t want him worried, so he just…ignores it. Face burning, Jean continues stalking his prey, crawling up his body. Jean hovers over Jeremy once they’re face to face, and Jean settles his ass just under Jeremy’s groin, so when he rocks forward their cocks press together and stimulate each other. At the same time, Jean presses his hot face into Jeremy’s neck and licks, then sucks wet kisses into his skin. Jeremy’s gasp at the feeling of Jean’s tongue does not go unnoticed.
“Too rough?” Jean checks.
But Jeremy is grinding his hips and wrapping a hand around the back of Jean’s neck to bring him back down. Jeremy shakes his head and moans, “Great, god, keep going.”
Jean’s pretty sure Jeremy means the licking, since he is very responsively grinding back against Jean’s rutting cock, and Jean in particular is really enjoying the way Jeremy’s sweat and skin is tasting, so he continues both. The hand Jeremy’s got on the back of Jean’s neck slides into his hair, and Jean waits for the greedy ear tugs but they don’t come. Jeremy is just as lost to the sensations as Jean is.
“Jeremy,” Jean grunts against Jeremy’s neck. “Open me.”
Jeremy moans and he lets out an overwhelmed sound at Jean’s request, muttering, “So freaking hot, oh my god,” and then he lets Jean pull away. With his unoccupied hand, he wipes his fingers over his face. “Yeah. Yes, yeah. Let’s do it. Do you have lube?”
With pink cheeks, Jean reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the bottle he rarely uses, then pushes it into Jeremy’s hands. He kisses Jeremy more, then pulls away with a sigh before getting on his hands and knees while Jeremy gets up and shuffles around behind him.
Jeremy hurries to sit behind Jean, and when they’re settled Jean hears Jeremy’s quiet intake of breath. His fingertips touch the fur lightly covering Jean’s spine halfway up his back. Jean’s line of fur stems from the hairline at the nape of his neck, so Jean surmises this is just where Jeremy can comfortably reach. His touch is gentle, and Jean’s resulting shiver makes the hair stand on end. Jeremy moves his fingers away quickly, and Jean looks over his shoulder as he says, “Sorry, was that -?”
“It felt nice,” Jean murmurs, then sinks into a stretch much like the one Jeremy whined about earlier. His tail shakes. “The fur stands in response to any arousal - sexual, excitement, fear, aggression.”
Jeremy gives a nervous laugh. “Well, I’m gonna hope that was a sexual kind of aroused, then.”
Jean says nothing, mostly to fuck with Jeremy, but also in the hopes that he will just hurry up. He wants to feel him; he’s tired of waiting.
Jeremy snorts, seeing through Jean’s facade, and does go ahead and start. He coats two fingers and rubs them against Jean’s hole and groans when Jean pushes further into his stretch, harder against Jeremy’s fingers. “Eager?” He teases. He sinks a finger in, Jean a master of his body and able to force relaxation onto his muscles to allow the intrusion.
Jean has no compunctions about shame. “The first time you came home smelling like another man, I had to call Kevin and listen to him criticize his teammates for an hour so I did not hunt that man down and claw his eyes out,” he says, groaning when Jeremy’s finger stops moving. “I would not have killed him,” Jean reassures, then rolls his hips to fuck himself on Jeremy’s finger since Jeremy certainly isn’t doing it.
“I hooked up with L- with someone, like, the third week you were here,” Jeremy says finally, once Jean’s finger-riding shocks him back into productivity. Jean sighs in satisfaction at the way Jeremy’s second finger starts pushing in.
“Yes,” he says, both in response to the finger and to Jeremy’s reminder. “And you were already my partner.”
Jeremy’s laugh is a little hysterical, and Jean doesn’t know how to explain that he is possessive but not in the way Riko was, that Jeremy is still free, but Jean will always be his and feel like Jeremy is his in return, so he stops talking and lifts his tail in case it’s in Jeremy’s way.
Jeremy’s free hand, mostly focused on rubbing his back, comes to rest at the base of his tail, and Jean’s tail, whore that it is, thrashes around to rub against his hand. “Okay?” Jeremy checks, and when Jean breathes his assent, he starts to pet it. Jean feels his stretch shift as his ass starts rising, instinctively chasing the hand in his tail, before he rolls his hips back down onto the fingers actively inside of him, face burning.
“Another,” he asks, trying to distract Jeremy, and it works well enough because the hand at his tail leaves and not long after, a third finger starts working its way into his body. Jean sighs and lets his head drop down to the mattress, forehead against the sheets.
“You look so good like this, Jean, oh my god,” Jeremy breathes, and leans forward to kiss Jean’s spine. Jean wonders if Jeremy finds the feeling of fur under his lips strange, or if he doesn’t mind it.
Finally, Jeremy deigns to hit Jean’s prostate and Jean groans, loud and long and not without a little bit of rumble from his chest. “Yes,” Jean tells him, rolling his ass out toward Jeremy to entice him to do it again. Jeremy obliges as his third finger finally slips in, and the stretch plus stimulation as Jean’s claws trying to come out once again. He swears at the lack of control; he never struggles this much, in or out of bed.
“Ready for me, Jean?” Jeremy asks, desire thickening his voice. Jean can smell that lust coming from him, and he nods. When Jeremy removes his fingers, Jean rolls over to his back, desperately wanting to see Jeremy's face when he pushes inside him for the first time.
Jeremy seems to like the new change, leaning down over Jean’s body to kiss him deeply. Jean sighs and moans into the kiss, loving the way Jeremy’s soft tongue slides against his. He lazily throws his arms around Jeremy’s shoulders, running his hands along the muscles of his back and shoulderblades. Jeremy leans on one forearm while he slides his hand all over Jean’s torso, groping at his pecs and shoulders. Jeremy groans as he squeezes Jean's muscles and grinds down dirty on Jean’s cock.
Jean sucks in a breath between his teeth and his nails graze Jeremy’s back in lines a few inches long before he realizes. He gasps and makes to apologize but Jeremy drops his forehead to Jean’s cheek and groans so loud it hurts Jean’s ears. “Jean, oh god that felt so good,” he moans, hips stuttering and the hand on Jean’s chest squeezing hard.
Jean pants. “You liked it?” He asks, confused but glad he hadn’t hurt him.
“God, yes, don’t hold that in. God. As long as I don’t need stitches afterward, feel free to scratch, holy cow. That felt - yeah.”
Jean stares at Jeremy when he draws back, hovering above him, and notices Jeremy’s pink in his own blush. And Jean - really likes that. “Good to know,” he murmurs.
Jeremy huffs an embarrassed laugh, and then he’s leaning heavily on that forearm and looking down at himself as he grabs hold of his cock. “Oh - condom,” he says, then moves to shift off Jean and go grab one.
Jean stops him. “I cannot contract your diseases,” he dismisses. “Or your viral infections. You do not have to use one.”
Jeremy groans, then blinks slowly. “Would you like me to use one?”
Jean blinks. “Does it…feel better?”
Jeremy seems to connect the dots and laughs. “Uh, I’ve only ever used condoms before, but I’ve heard it sort of dulls it,” he says honestly. “But, you also won’t have come inside you if I use a condom. So.” He shrugs. “Up to you.”
Jean frowns. “The come is the best part," he complains. Jeremy closes his eyes and breathes slowly. “Do not use one,” Jean requests.
“God,” Jeremy whispers. He looks down at himself again before shifting, and Jean feels the head of his cock, bulbous and blunt against his hole. “Okay. Ready?” Jeremy asks one last time.
Jean bites his lip and nods, shifting his legs so his feet are flat against the mattress, bent at the knees. His hands rub all over Jeremy’s back and play in his wavy hair, waiting for Jeremy to push in. When he does, the stretch is immaculate. Jean’s eyes close and his eyebrows furrow, enjoying the way his body makes room for Jeremy to fill him. His cock is thick right away, and Jean has never felt anything like it before. Jeremy gasps, and Jean realizes his nails are already prickling at his back. He retracts them - even if Jeremy likes it, Jean refuses to add to it, whether on purpose or in negligence.
“Oh, Jeremy,” Jean gasps as he is filled, Jeremy sliding over halfway in in one go before having to pause.
“Jean, oh my god,” Jeremy groans against his collarbone. Jean slides a hand all the way up to the crown of Jeremy’s head and lightly scratches through his hair, giving the only comfort he knows to give to this beautiful, overwhelmed human boy he cares for so much.
“You feel so good,” he tells him instead. Jeremy makes another sound, something Jean doesn’t know how to describe, against his skin, and then kisses his chest, where his mouth has been breathing hot and wet for a moment, now.
Finally, Jeremy takes a deep breath, and then he pulls out just an inch or so before pushing forward more. They both gasp, this time, and Jean’s eyes open wide as he stares at the ceiling without seeing it at all. Once Jeremy is all the way in, Jean expects him to need another moment like he had just before, but Jeremy leans down to kiss him deeply, adjusts so he’s on his forearms and knees, pushing Jean’s legs up with his thighs, and pulls halfway out.
Jean’s back arches when Jeremy thrusts right back in, and Jean wraps his legs around Jeremy’s waist so they’re not uselessly dangling and jiggling off into the air on either side of Jeremy’s thrusting body. The movements have Jean moving up and down on the bed, but as Jeremy humps into him, Jean couldn’t care less.
Jeremy’s cock is thick and slightly curves up, and he uses it well. Once he finds his rhythm, his cock hits Jean’s prostate nearly every thrust and it has Jean keening. Jeremy hisses and occasionally swears as Jean’s claws extend and retract. Jean doesn’t bother apologizing, because every time he scratches Jeremy his next thrusts are harder. Sweat drips down Jeremy’s face and rolls down his neck. Jean wants to lap it up.
Jeremy suddenly hooks an elbow around the underside of Jean’s knee and pushes it down, up toward Jean’s chest. He then does the same with his other arm so Jean’s abruptly folded in half like a pretzel. It’s not anything he’s ever encountered, but the way it angles his body has Jeremy fucking into him even deeper and he nearly wails, throwing his head back and digging his claws into Jeremy’s shoulders until Jeremy hisses an inhale between his teeth, and Jean swears as he retracts his fucking murder mittens.
The shift has Jean feeling like Jeremy is fucking the breath from his lungs, especially once Jeremy sits back on his knees, wrapping his arms around Jean’s thighs to trap him against his pelvis, and pistons his hips into him hard and fast, grunting. Jean slams his palms against the sheets and his claws come out all the way, spearing through the fabric and deep into the mattress.
“Oh, shit,” Jeremy says, and throws his head back.
It’s too much. Finally, it’s too fucking much. Jean chokes out a warning that barely escapes his mouth before he’s coming, streaking his hip and the side of his lower belly as fire spreads from his gut to his groin. His legs are tight around Jeremy, whose hips stutter and falter in their previously perfect rhythm as he chases his own orgasm. Jean sets aside all pride and begs, “Fill me up, Jeremy. Let me feel you come inside me. I want it.”
Jeremy’s answering sound is half incredulous laugh and half euphoric moan as he comes, and Jean sighs happily as he feels his cock twitch inside him as he does, filling him up. Jeremy leans down and nips at Jean’s collarbones, fingers digging into the meat of Jean’s thighs as he leans his weight on Jean.
They breathe each other’s panting breaths until Jean grabs Jeremy’s face in both hands and roughly yanks him down for a blistering kiss, swallowing Jeremy’s moans and giving him whimpers in return. He squeezes Jeremy’s hips with his thighs and rocks them together in the last moments of their pleasure before Jeremy grows too overstimulated and has to tap Jean’s thigh to get him to stop. He doesn’t pull his mouth from Jean’s, though; he simply pulls out of Jean and then collapses on top of him, laughing against his lips as Jean groans at the sudden weight on him.
When they do finally pull apart, Jean is quick to begin kissing all over Jeremy’s face and neck, licking up his sweat so softly, since he doesn’t want to hurt Jeremy’s delicate skin on his face with his rougher tongue.
“Oh my god, Jean,” Jeremy sighs. They roll onto their sides so Jeremy can wrap his arms around Jean’s shoulders, too, and they can’t stop kissing between words. “That was so good.”
“You will stop meeting up with friends, then, and let me take care of you?” Jean asks hopefully.
Jeremy rubs a hand down Jean’s side and over his ass cheek, stopping at Jean’s tail again. Jean shivers as Jeremy absentmindedly begins playing with it. He leans in and kisses Jean’s lips. “If you’ll be my boyfriend,” Jeremy barters with a cheeky grin, as if he thinks he’s getting away with something sneaky. As if Jean hasn’t already claimed Jeremy as his.
Jean snorts. “I will be your boyfriend, yes,” he agrees. “You will not come home smelling like other men,” he requests again.
Jean pets Jean’s tail softly. “I won’t,” he promises with a laugh. “I only hooked up with guys to stop thinking about you half the time, anyway,” he admits. Jean won’t pretend not to like that, so he says nothing, but his satisfied purring gives him away and Jeremy laughs about it. “What a jealous kit-ten,” he teases, pronouncing the word with a hard t sound.
Jean blushes and hides his face in Jeremy’s chest, and Jeremy laughs and combs his fingers through Jean’s hair, fingers soft when he hits his twitchy ears. Jean rumbles as Jeremy hums happily.
Later, when they get up to clean off and redress, Jean gasps at the sight before him. “Jeremy! Your back!”
Jeremy looks over his shoulder at Jean. He grins smugly. “Oh, that good?”
Jeremy’s mid- to upper-back is covered in criss-crossing lines in groups of four. Some are pink, others red, and still others that have raised thin, narrow lines of blood. Jeremy takes in Jean’s expression and walks to a mirror and stands with his back to it, looking over his shoulder to survey the damage. He whistles. “Dang, you did a number on me,” he teases lightly.
Jean feels terrible and opens his mouth to apologize, but Jeremy beats him to it, pointing a scolding finger at him. “I like it,” he says firmly. “I asked you for this, and you even held back so you wouldn’t actually hurt me. Don’t make this into something ugly, not when it makes me happy.”
Jean shuts his mouth with a click. He then says, “I understand. But please let me clean those and put something on them. I do not want you in pain later.”
Jeremy drops his finger and agrees.
(The next morning at practice, Jean is heading to his private changing area when he hears whistles, catcalls, and voices cheering and jeering.
“Damn, Cap, who got loose on your back?”
“Jeez, Jeremy, it looks like a wild animal mauled you!”
Jeremy laughs good-naturedly and Jean fights to hide his burning face, just as he’s about to duck behind the curtain, he looks up and Jeremy catches his eye before addressing the few who are staring. He smugly says, “Nah, I just let a kitty use my back like a scratching post.”
Mortified, Jean dives into the area to hide.)