Entry tags:
[locked to whatever journal kaiti has for kon]
[The Cheshire Cat is familiar with the idea of waking up to a ceiling he doesn't recognize. One doesn't stay the night with another woman every single night without growing comfortable with waking in unfamiliar surroundings.
This time it's an apartment, obviously small and for the most part utilitarian, even when only judging by the bedroom. A full-sized bed with a warm comforter and clean sheets.
Something's wrong, though. Different. The Cheshire Cat opens his eyes, and props himself up on his elbow to examine his bedmate.
Well, this certainly isn't the usual married woman pining for his charms. Not a woman at all, in fact. The Cheshire Cat chuckles at the novelty of finding a man on the other side of the bed.]
((ooc; all i could think of was a morning-after meme situation IDEK))
This time it's an apartment, obviously small and for the most part utilitarian, even when only judging by the bedroom. A full-sized bed with a warm comforter and clean sheets.
Something's wrong, though. Different. The Cheshire Cat opens his eyes, and props himself up on his elbow to examine his bedmate.
Well, this certainly isn't the usual married woman pining for his charms. Not a woman at all, in fact. The Cheshire Cat chuckles at the novelty of finding a man on the other side of the bed.]
((ooc; all i could think of was a morning-after meme situation IDEK))
no subject
It's easy enough to retrace patterns, skimming last night's paths, pressing gently at the mouth-sized bruises that linger on the cat's skin.]
I seem to remember you being fairly easy to please.
no subject
[The Cheshire Cat stretches, relishing the feel of Kon's hand on his skin with a secure ease of manner that only can mean he feels he's the one in control, right now.]
no subject
[Oh, Kon doesn't mind. He's not one of those guys to get caught up on things like that if he's enjoying himself. And anyway, that's a very cat-like mannerism, isn't it? So he simply continues to caress the planes of the cat's body, scratching lightly from time to time, observing how he reacted to each touch.]
no subject
[It seems he especially enjoys his belly being scratched. That makes his fingers curl and knead at the bed as he squirms.]
no subject
Amiable for a cat. [Warm and charming. Kon kind of wants to fit himself against the cat as closely as he can and explore a little differently, but that might spur things on more quickly toward the part where they'll roll out of bed, get dressed and start their separate days, and he's not in any rush to get there.]
no subject
Amiable enough to squirm still closer to Kon and lean in, to lick at his jawline with a barely-rough pink tongue.]
no subject
no subject
Again with the taking of subtle cues, and running with them.]
Ahaha, did you really have to laugh?
no subject
You say that like it's a bad thing.
[The corners of his mouth turn up in a smug sort of grin and he tugs on a lock of silky hair.]
You surprised me.
no subject
[He follows the pull exerted on his hair, placing a hand on Kon's shoulder and leaning over him, curious.]
no subject
[He'd only meant to pull on the cat's hair to be cheeky, but now that he has him moving, Kon keeps pulling him down. He knows his mouth still tastes like last night's alcohol, but hey, the cat licked him first! So he lifts his chin and ghosts his lips against the cat's, pleased to find that there was still frisson in the touch.]
no subject
[He's more than glad to lean into that kiss, flicking his tongue out teasingly against Kon's lips even as his purr vibrates through the both of them.]
no subject
He reels the strand of hair around his fingers, sliding his hand back into the cat's hair and rubbing his scalp.]
no subject
The hand of his that isn't set to keeping him balanced instead slides up the human's side, making an unhurried trek up to his collarbone.]