Double Trouble for @catting

[just_aces]

It wasn't often that Charles went to visit Port Townsend on his own, nor, specifically, the cannery and the Cat that lived there. But this was a special occasion, and time-sensitive, and on top of that their initial uneasy truce on Edwin's behalf had become something far more than that, though Charles didn't particularly think there was a word for what they were now.

Regardless of any of that, it was mid-morning in Washington -and evening back home with Edwin and Crystal off to a holiday market- when Charles stepped out of the mirror in the corner of the warehouse dedicated to their comings and goings, with a greeting of: "Oi, Cat." And upon realizing that the Cat in question was currently holding court, possibly, it was hard to say if the array of cats was some sort of official business or if it was just the usual, he amended to, "Your highness. You have a minute?"

The thing was, Charles knew full well that the Cat was a shapeshifter, he'd seen it in action more than once, and it had been months since Edwin had told him what had happened at the lighthouse their first time in Port Townsend, and while his initial, knee-jerk reaction had been upset, that had only lasted a moment before turning to curiosity, and when his next question had been 'well was he any good at it? Being me?' which seemed obvious to him, but was apparently not so obvious to Edwin, given the answer was a confused 'I suppose not?' Charles had put the issue to bed, at least as far as Edwin was concerned.

He had, however, kept thinking about it, the beginnings and bare tap-roots of a plan starting to settle into his mind, and now with Christmas, and shortly thereafter Edwin's birthday -which Charles hadn't yet given up trying to get him to celebrate- on the horizon, it was time to see if the plan was even a feasible one.

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[just_aces]

"Right." He replied with a nod, just letting his own overcoat wisp away like smoke, "Still have to make sure he knows he's invited." A moment's consideration, having to rattle his line of thought back on track, which the brief respite was actually helping with even despite the fact that he was still caught in the loop of the Cat's legs, "Which I think means one of us down to skivvies, or nearly there, and the other one not that far yet."

He shook his head a little, careful with the Cat's hand still in his hair, "Don't think it really matters which is which if I'm being honest." Not when they'd both be wearing his face, at least to start, "Also means we're going to have to notice when he gets back, if we're too involved to notice, we won't notice if he's gone again, either."

[catting]

The Cat hums, delighted by the barely-there sensation of Charles' coat disappearing into nothing, and using that sudden disappearance to allow himself a quick once-over of his upper body with his eyes. Look, okay, he put a halt on them making out in favour of Charles' little plan, he should at least get some payback in the form of eye candy. In fact, he decides — sliding his hand out of Charles' hair to bring both around to his front, running warm palms up and against his chest, tucking in where his lapels fall to feel out his collar bones — he should get a good feel of it too.

"So, you do what you were doing before. Kiss my neck, or bite me, I'll keep turned toward the mirror and keep an eye out." A little shrug, as if it couldn't be more simple, and then the sliiightest tightening of his thighs. "I don't think you'll distract me so bad that I'll miss him arriving." And if it sounds like a challenge, well, that's purely up for interpretation!

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He leaned into the warmth of the Cat's hands as he usually did, just considering the suggestion for a moment before nodding, "That should work, yeah. And if I haven't managed to distract myself too badly, I ought to be able to hear it, too."

He'd definitely heard the challenge in the tone, whether it was there or not, along with the press of the Cat's thighs against his hips was enough to have him smiling down at the other again, "Though if we don't know how far is too far before then, we won't stand a chance." He leaned close once more, smiling against the corner of the Cat's jaw, the hollow behind his ear, voice dipping to the register he knew got the best responses out of the Cat, "Should put my all into trying to distract you now, yeah? Just so I've got some kind of frame of reference when the time comes."

That said, he left a string of open-mouthed kisses along the side of the Cat's neck, curious for a moment whether the other retained his own sensitive spots even in the new shape, or if Charles' own transferred over, reasoning that it was probably the first, since the Cat only looked like him. Which was what had him latching onto the jut of the Cat's collarbone, worrying his lower jaw against it a little, testing the hold of his own jaw, it seemed.

[catting]

See this, this right here is exactly the reason these two should not be left to their own devices to plan shit about dick. As soon as Charles' easy smile reforges in the new fire lit under them both by the Cat's challenge, it's surely too late to turn back. He smiles back, easily tilting his head to allow Charles to, presumably, press another kiss there... but when he pauses in the moment before he does and lets his voice dip to that smooth, burnt-sugar edges voice he knows full fucking well drives the Cat crazy, the Cat lets out a gasp of both genuine surprise and immediate and powerful arousal.

He groans, hands firming on Charles' shoulders, caught between pulling him closer and pushing him away, and then definitely pulling him closer. It won't do to give in so easily, not when he'd made the challenge himself, so he turns his head a little more to make it clear he's looking at that spot where a mirror would be in the office, and hums in faux thought, hamming up his attention being decidedly elsewhere.

"Mmm, y'know, I've been thinking about redecorating this place. Not too much, don't wanna attract any unnecessary attention, but I'm at least thinking some—" He mewls, much louder than he wanted to, spine arching ever so slightly when the flash of Charles' teeth against his sensitive collarbone catches him off guard. "—drapes…"

[just_aces]

He couldn't help but grin at the fact that the Cat had retained the spots Charles already knew about, which would make driving him -trying to drive him- to distraction just a little easier.

The real trouble would be if the Cat managed to drive him to distraction first, something that was always going to be a little tricky, especially when the Cat knew that those physical reactions -the arch of his spine, the tighter press of his fingers, the easy tilt of his head- were the kind Charles liked best, always liked knowing that what he was doing was having the desired effect.

He did release that tooth-hold, dragging his tongue across the same spot, amused by the rumble of the Cat's voice against his mouth, just making a quiet sound of acknowledgement at the half-broken statement, "Easier to be a nosy neighbor that way, having drapes to peer around."

[catting]

The release of Charles' teeth encourages a shudder from him, one that would have his fur standing on end if he were a being with fur at this current moment. It should be annoying how easily his body reacts to Charles' touch, but they've long since passed the stage of being frustrated and confused by their attraction to each other, especially when Edwin is mixed up in all of it, and so it's almost refreshing now to be able to sink into it like this and have it so well known that it can be used against him in a way that doesn't drive him mad. Or, it does, but not in a bad way.

"Mmh- Not that I have many neighbours who aren't dockhands, but sure." His hands slide down Charles' back in ten little points of pressure, not enough to cause any damage, but certainly enough to drag at his shirt, right until he reaches the hemline and tugs it out of the way, to get underneath it and do the exact same thing all the way back up to his shoulders "I meant more for the drama. A cat bed on a shelving unit is one thing, but it- ah, it's more mysterious hidden behind a curtain, right?"

[just_aces]

Some days Charles was surprised at how what had started out as doing their best to get along for Edwin's sake had turned into... well, whatever the hell they were doing now. Which was, arguably also for Edwin's sake, or would be when they put it into action. Right at that exact moment it was undeniably just for their own amusement, no matter what kind of spin they put on it.

He made a quiet sound of acknowledgement, even agreement, at that question, even as he rolled his shoulders up into the slide of those nails. Of course, even with his polo bunched up -and slowly fading off completely- his undershirt stayed solidly in place as it usually did, "Curtain's better for making a dramatic exit, too." He supplied, head lifting so that he could see the Cat's face, curious to see if the expressions were still largely the same even on his own face.

Though, given as how their expressions were often similar anyway, it might be hard to say for sure, "Like being able to slam a phone receiver down, yeah? Except it's with walking away. Door slam is a different thing."

[catting]

The Cat had been hamming up his comments about their surroundings in an effort to spur Charles more competitively towards undoing his mind (and, therefore, his vocabulary) with those little nips and kisses on his neck and collarbones... but, as Charles starts giving some actually pretty useful points about interior decoration and the way it can be used for the most drama, the Cat King finds his plan unspooling fast under his paws. There's arousal still burning low in the coals of him, obviously, but there's something warm like endearment or joy or... whatever the feeling is when you start to actually enjoy talking to someone you've spent a long time simply tormenting in some psychosexual pantomime because you're too much of a pussy to tell him you think he's cute in a meaningful way.

He laughs, hands pausing on the nice little dip in Charles' spine before his waistband.

"People don't slam phones down anymore, puppy. Cellphones, remember? Tapping end call doesn't quite have the same effect. And as a Cat I don't find myself slamming doors shut all that often, either. I'm more partial to pushing something off a table or smacking it under a couch never to be seen again." A pause, during which he thinks, but he also tucks his fingers in to Charles' waistband almost absently, as if his body is doing it without the input of his brain. "Though, the cannery does have a pretty dramatic sliding door."

[just_aces]

"Sliding door's a whole different kind of dramatic." He replied, blithely disregarding the comment about phones, they were both old enough to remember receivers and -probably- how sometimes with enough force and the right angle, the muted ping of the ringer.

His smile tilted into place once more at the almost-idle slide of the Cat's hands, and while one of his own was still keeping him mostly propped up, he settled the other at the Cat's hip again, just kneading there briefly. He felt like he should probably be annoyed, or even just a little concerned, at how endearing he was starting to find the Cat, it wasn't really that he could see what Edwin saw in him, because he was pretty sure that was wholly different, but it was something that dovetailed so easily into something Charles had learned about himself recently, namely: that he liked being friends with the people he had sex with.

"Though I got distracted with interior decoration tips and now I'm doing a piss-poor job of trying to distract you." The smile hitched higher on one side, "So that's a point to you, I think? If we're bothering to keep score."

[catting]

The Cat makes a little huffing sound at the contact to his hip, a barely restrained groan trapped behind his teeth, because it's wonderful and so very dangerous that Charles seems instinctually drawn to every spot on his body that makes him purr in pleasure. Even when his brain isn't fully into it, there are certain points on him that can have him hurtling back towards insistent arousal from the slightest brush of contact, and Charles seems to have a list of them memorised. Annoying. But also fucking wonderful. And even more annoying for how wonderful it is.

He turns a bit to catch that smile, unable to control an answering one of his own — a perfect copy, in fact, on this stolen face of his.

"Oh, I've been keeping score since the beginning. And, just in case you're curious, I'm way ahead. You lost a lot of points to me very early on."

[just_aces]

"Is that so? Then I'd best work on catching up, yeah?" His hand lifted from the Cat's hip to nudge at his jaw as he added, "You're meant to be watching the mirror." The nonexistent mirror, that Charles was meant to be distracting him from so that he'd know how much was too much when it wasn't nonexistent.

Though the move was also so that he could get back into the space at the Cat's throat, collaring him -in a way- with a string of biting little kisses, hand returning to his hip a moment later, by way of a slow drag down his side, just one slow-steady slide with his full hand before finally kneading at the Cat's hip once more, considering for a moment before wriggling his fingers up under the hem of the undershirt to drag the edges of blunted nails along skin from hip to navel just above the waistband of his pants.

It was the work of a moment to get them unfastened, that was one thing Charles had plenty of practice at, nimble fingers sliding down to where he could palm the Cat through his briefs, grinning against his throat as he did.

[catting]

That voice; that 'I might be caught out but I've still got an ace up my sleeve' voice, combined with the physical restraint and the nips to the flesh of his throat, do a pretty masterful job of both getting the Cat back to the matter at hand and making him wonder how much more of this teasing he can take before he's figuring out how to get on top of Charles and ravishing him himself.

His ruminations are stalled, however, by the flat of Charles' palm stroking down his side — and it is a stroke, the kind you might give a cat, funnily enough, that sets his purr hitching louder in exactly the same way. It leaves his flesh tingling pleasantly, and not just from the simple application of ghostly energy against somewhere sensitive, but because he can sense intention in that movement, and is therefore delighted when Charles' hand moves to the fastenings of his slacks.

"Oh, fuck, puppy—" It's actually embarrassing how hard he is already, from very little actual contact against his dick, just the two of them trading softer and softer barbs back and forth, daydreaming about their mutual crush making way for just kind of enjoying being together in this weird situation they've found themselves in... But still, he can't resist a little tease: "Try not to be too disappointed that it's not as big as you're used to feeling on me..."

[just_aces]

"Well that's hardly a problem," he replied, amused even still because the Cat was gifted and they both knew it, but Charles wasn't actually jealous about it, "I'm more familiar with this one, aren't I?"

Granted, he wasn't used to handling it from this particular angle, and he was going to have to remember that the Cat's particular sensitivities were probably all in the same places they usually were just on a more familiar surface. But neither of those things were enough to deter him, or even stall him out, just giving a slow, underhand stroke from base to head along the underside only to palm over the tip and reverse with a stroke down over the top side, knuckles brushing against the Cat's belly as he did.

"You're about ready to go off already, aren't you?" Not that Charles himself was that far off, all things considered, he was just good at waiting out his own needs until his partner -or partners- were satisfied. It was something Edwin had been trying to cure him of, with varying degrees of success.

[catting]

He is close, and a few well-timed strokes or a little tightness, or the feeling of Charles' teeth on his neck again, or some delicious cocktail of all of it, will surely push him right the way over, but he's got every intention to hold off as long as he can. That proves difficult, however, when Charles draws attention to it around a wonderful little back and forth of his hand against his arousal, and the Cat swears low and hard under his breath — because the question posed is reminiscent of the way Edwin asks it, and to be faced not only with the sound of such a question in Charles' deeper register, but with the idea that Charles might very well know him just as well as his annoyingly perceptive partner does is quite the realisation for a poor kitty just trying to hold on to composure for a little bit longer.

"No," he says, then feels the lie itch on his tongue, and he pushes a little breath out of his nose. "Fuck—"

He drags his eyes away from the fakey-fake not-even-there 'mirror', dropping the pretence of their pantomime for now because, let's be real, if this was taking place with the intention to be a prelude for pulling Edwin apart then they should probably keep their hands out of each other's pants, regardless of the flexibility of refractory periods when it comes to ghost boys and magical cats.

"Do I need to transform back into myself, or are you fine with seeing what you look like when it happens?" The Cat asks as a courtesy, because when he firms his hands on Charles' body, the one in his hair tightening demandingly while the other goes down to clutch meaningfully at Charles wrist, he means for his intent to be clear. "Because I want you to make me come."

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That was not a question he'd been expecting, and he actually had to think it over for a moment, but only a moment because he really didn't have the wherewithal for any deep thinking at the moment, "I don't mind. I'd like to see it, actually." Because maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to see what it was that made Edwin's expression -upon seeing Charles lost to orgasm- go soft and fond and lax in a way even Edwin's own climax didn't always manage to do.

When the time came to put this plan into action, hands out of each other's pants was probably the best idea, but given as how -for now- the plan was to determine just how far was too far and how much was too much, Charles was perfectly fine following through on that half-demand of a request.

As evidenced by the fact that even with the Cat's hold of his wrist, he wriggled his fingers, adjusting his grasp, one brow arching just a little as the almost-smug, knowing expression settled back into place.

[catting]

Oh, that face. That annoying, frustrating, handsomely smug face. Just that look alone, much like Edwin's flat eyebrows-raised look, makes the Cat feel pinned and cornered in the best kind of way. He's not entirely unconvinced that the look alone is what makes orgasm so easy and so powerful when fraternizing with these maddening ghost boys, and the fact that it's happening again now when he's in this prone position wearing Charles' face with the man himself grinning easily down at him should make him burn with shame, but it only fuels the fire of desire in him that much more. That, and the fact that Charles' curiosity (another thing the Cat has to admit he likes about him) goes so far as to wanting to watch his face when he comes...

"Fuck, okay," he groans, performing a dramatic roll of his eyes as though Charles' expression doesn't lend a helping hand to getting him to his peak sooner rather than later, and releases his hand so he can make it happen. Then, he props himself up better on his elbow, eyes lidded, mouth hanging open — leaning in fully to the dazed, slack-jawed expression they're both capable of when they finally decide to slip into pleasure and shut off their busy minds — and nods.

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Charles had only waited until his wrist was released, not fully waiting for that nod before resuming that steady stroke, the one that he liked just as much as the Cat did, something that Edwin had long since mastered, but that Charles wasn't slacking in, either.

Though he was definitely still watching the Cat's -his own?- face as he did, rapt in a way he wasn't usually unless he was watching Edwin perform some particularly complex magic, or take an especially condescending client to task.

Mostly he was curious to see if he could pinpoint the exact moment the Cat finally tipped over the edge, fingers curling just a little tighter on the next upward drag, thumb nudging against the smooth patch beneath the head of his cock in the way he knew the Cat liked.

[catting]

The eye contact is intense, to the point where the Cat really struggles to keep it up as Charles starts to move in that firm, well-practiced way that so perfectly gives him exactly what he wants without once letting up. He flicks his tongue out to lick his lips as he feels them dry from the way he's breathing deep, trying not to think too much about masking his own expressions and replacing them with Charles' because funnily enough they do fall in the same area of reaction more often than not, and he doesn't want to ham it up and make it something that it isn't when Charles is clearly so interested in seeing it for what it is.

His eyelids flicker, his hips shudder with the contained effort of resisting allowing them to buck, but half pinned by Charles' body there's nowhere he could go even if he wanted to, so he simply writhes in place — and at the last moment, the very last moment the stuttering of a purr sounds from the very pit of his chest. The hand that had been in Charles' hair latches onto his shoulder, not trusting himself not to tense and pull in sensitive strands as he comes into Charles' hand, making a mess of his dusky skin, splattering up his chest, not stopping for a good half a minute or so before he finally, finally, falls back flat against the desk, chest heaving with breaths that hadn't felt important in the slightest until now.

[just_aces]

Charles wasn't entirely sure what it was he was looking for, but was definitely enjoying watching just as much as he was enjoying the way the Cat was writhing against him.

He didn't quite pinpoint when the Cat reached his tipping point, not before he felt the warmth of it against his skin and between his fingers and that was enough to make him smile, the tip of his tongue pressing against the edge of his teeth as he stroked the Cat through his climax.

While he couldn't be sure if he'd seen what it was Edwin saw in his face, it was definitely a thrill knowing -approximately- what he looked like when he finally tipped over the edge himself. It was enough to have him tucking his face into the Cat's neck again, just because he was going to need another moment or two to process, especially as he hadn't yet come himself which was just making everything more intense at the moment.

[catting]

It's probably a good thing that Charles tucks his face into his shoulder when he does, because that tongue to teeth smile is so perfectly smug that it sets of stabs of both arousal and annoyance alight under the Cat's skin, and even though he's quite literally just reached his peak, there's very little to stop him dragging Charles against him in retaliation for it-- but then he's curling close, almost affectionate despite the fact that the Cat knows from experience that it takes little to get Charles hard and often only a few choice actions to get him to come, hair trigger that he is... It softens some of the immediacy of his desire, allows his mind to start to stretch like a cat in a sunbeam toward other ideas, other options — and, of course, the reason for this little performance in the first place.

"How do you want to end up with Edwin?" He asks, voice still breathless but clawing back some of his more sultry tones. After all, there's nothing better to get a guy hard than encouraging him to fantasize about his partner-wife-boyfriend and all the wonderful things they can do to him. The Cat has always wondered if Charles could come from Edwin's words alone, from his own horny imagination, from the encouragement or the demand that he do so. Now's as good a time as any, and it still technically counts as research to their cause. "Between us like this? Or do you think standing up? One leg around you, my hands holding him up and open?"

[just_aces]

Getting Charles off un-touched and only talked through wasn't something they'd had reason to play with yet, though Edwin demanding that he finish, however gently phrased, was almost always enough to push him over the edge when he was already there by other means.

The Cat's question was enough to get a half-mumbled: "Oh bloody... fuck." against the arch of his neck where Charles' face was still pressed, though he did lever himself upright a moment later so that he could actually see the Cat's face again, "Between. Supposed to be trying to turn his brain off, yeah? Make sure he's got a chance to get lost in the game of it all. Easier to do that if he's got one of us on either side."

Even as he pictured that he grumbled, shaking his head, partly because it was enough to have him unfairly aroused, but also because of one simple fact: "Is he actually going to stay where we put him instead of taking over?" It wasn't a problem if he did, considering how much both Charles and the Cat liked that kind of thing, but it was a question that needed to be asked.

[catting]

That little groan into his neck is, quite frankly, fucking delicious. Charles' accent has always done things to the Cat - similar to the things Edwin's voice does to him yet still distinctly different somehow - and these low pitched curses are some of the Cat's favourites to hear. Especially when he himself is the cause of them. So his expression is understandably delighted when Charles cranes back to look at him, not entirely unlike the smug little grin he'd shown the Cat only moments earlier. A taste of his own medicine, though it might not have the same effect for Charles, owing to the fact that it's his own face looking back at him.

"Hmmmm," he hums, fingers dancing across Charles shoulder idly, missing his claws only now that he can't toy with Charles' remaining clothing, can't watch a ghostly flush appear and then disappear under the sharp edge of them.

"That depends. Do you think he'd be more distracted by me underneath him, grinning up at him with your face while you whisper in his ear, or do you think he'll be more captivated feeling your body him while I feel him with your hands?" He has no doubt that Charles can picture with stunning clarity the way that both options will look, and will be able to weigh up the merits of each despite how furiously horny it'll make him to think about. "You know him better than I do, but I think the best way to stop him from trying to take over is to make him not want to, for fear of missing what we'll do next, right? So what will catch up his big brain the best?"

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He could picture it, and his current problem was trying not to picture both at once, thoughts spiraling off into ever-hornier fractals while trying to focus on the task at hand.

But that in and of itself was enough for him to shake loose an answer to the Cat's question, "Give him a choice. Two options, nothing else. If he doesn't pick, we pick for him." Or at least make that claim, catching him off-guard was the important part, keeping him off balance so he couldn't wrangle control of the situation from them right away if he even managed to at all.

"Just those same two ought to do it." He said even as he rolled himself forward against the Cat once more, the movement almost idle, except for the fact that he was practically vibrating with need at the moment, the mental image -and the thought of how that same choice would probably fry Edwin's brain even worse than his own- was enough to send desire coiling in the pit of his stomach, cock already straining against his briefs, leaking an impressive wet patch already, given his propensity of dripping like a faucet at the least provocation.

[catting]

"Mmmhm, alright then," the Cat says, satisfied at the idea of staging a plan like this and just as satisfied by the little grind from Charles' eager hips. He can feel the shape of him even like this, and doesn't need to feel him to know he's wet for it. "Then we'll do that. And whatever he picks, we'll make sure he's so into it the thought of trying to wrestle any control for himself doesn't even occur to him."

Hard mode with someone as bossy as Edwin, but if there's any pair that could do it, these two with their powers combined have a good shot.

"Keep him nice and safe between us, tell him how we planned all this just for him, because we care about him soooo much, and we want to see him feel good soooo bad..." The Cat purrs, golden eyes in Charles' face flicking down between their bodies as his thighs hitch up a little more, to squeeze around Charles' sides. "So that when we're all connected, one of us fucking his hips into the other, he might not even shy away from overstimulation quite as fast as normal..."

It's a bit of a pipe dream to get Edwin to the point where he begs for overstimulation, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. But even if it doesn't happen, it's nice to fantasise about at this moment, where it's less about what's possible and more about what will get Charles off.

"Now," He licks his lips. "Do I need to say more naughty things to you to get you there, puppy? Or do you wanna fuck my thighs?"

[just_aces]

Somewhere between the hitch and press of the Cat's thighs and the delightful picture that he was painting, Charles hit the point of no return and almost didn't register the question over the rushing of his climax in his ears, one hand grasping more firmly at the Cat's hip as if for balance, taking a moment to actually parse what he had asked.

Once he managed that, he laughed softly, relaxing into the clutch of the Cat's thighs, "No, no need now. Anyone ever told you you're bloody good at that?" Charles believed in giving credit where it was due, even if it was due to the Cat and would -probably- make him unbearably smug for a while. That was the sort of thing Charles could deal with, doubly so when they would probably both be mooning over Edwin for the duration.