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Patreon Compilation – Fic#298 – Blast From The Past
🕑 Added 2024-08-14 05:02:58 +0000 UTCThis week's fic is a 'blast from the past' fic! To see on why that is, please have a small look into the pinned post. As already stated there, I can't encourage you enough to link your patreon to discord to have a peek into the patron-only channel – or to DM me for further info if you can't/don't want to link. Thank you!
Readable for all tiers this time :)
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This blast from the past is Patreon Comp Fic#33! Please enjoy this Gabriel/Lúcio!
Gabriel/Lúcio – cat!Gabriel; catnip; affectionate and fucky – Lúcio comes home with a new toy for his kitten to try. Gabriel loves it.
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Lúcio lets himself into his apartment, trying to juggle all that he has bought and not let it spill to the floor. It would have been easier to just let his driver help him carry the bags up like he’s offered, but Lúcio’s apartment is not exactly presentable at the moment, and… well. He honestly wants to be alone with Gabriel for the moment and just watch him having fun with his very first catnip.
“Kittycat,” Lúcio sing-songs when he turns to nudge the door closed and he hasn’t yet heard the heavy thump of his cat dropping to the floor from wherever he has perched himself.
There are shelves high up just below the ceiling that Lúcio has had specially installed just a few weeks after getting his kitten out of the animal shelter, and while some of them are see-through for his viewing pleasure, Gabriel usually opts to curl up on those that are not, making it impossible to tell whether he even is up there or not.
“I got something for you!” Lúcio croons when he still doesn’t hear a thing.
That, at last, gets Gabriel’s attention. A rusty purr starts up from above, sounding uncannily satanic. It should be disturbing, probably, but Lúcio can’t help but love the sound his kitten makes when he is being pleased with something. As he carries the shopping bags into the open kitchen, he can hear – and feel – the thump of Gabriel hitting the ground out of three meters height.
The purr comes closer, all but vibrating through Lúcio’s legs seconds before Gabriel’s head nudges against his thigh, followed by his shoulder. He is a huge boy, definitely not made to slink and cuddle like other cats, but he somehow still makes it work. Lúcio has to take a step back from the counter to allow him to squeeze himself through the gap between the wood and his legs, rubbing his side along him in the process.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” Lúcio croons and reaches down to scratch Gabriel behind his silky black ears. The cat flattens them and pulls away, staring at him like he’s affronted, and Lúcio chuckles. “Oh… so you’re just curious about that present. I get’cha.”
He turns back towards his bags and starts rummaging around them while he can see Gabriel patiently sitting down next to him, his tail slowly swishing from side to side.
He looks good; a lot better than he had when Lúcio got him from the shelter. He gained a lot of muscle mass back, and his fur is a glossy black that he takes meticulous care of. A gorgeous tomcat with a lot of attitude that others had not been able to handle – but Lúcio is all the more grateful for. He loves his prissy little bastard, and he wouldn’t have him any other way.
Finally, he hears the soft crinkling of the package and closes his fingers around it. Gabriel’s eyes immediately fix on the small white paper bag that Lúcio has produced, his tail stopping its slow swish and instead just hovering in the air behind him. He’s unsure what’s happening, ears flicking a bit nervously, and Lúcio decides not to keep him on edge for too long.
He squats down in front of him, opening the package where he can see everything that is happening. Like this, Lúcio is smaller than his own pet, but he has never felt unsafe in Gabriel’s presence.
His claws are large and deadly, but he has yet to even scratch his owner.
Finally, he has the package open and reaches inside to pull out the little net filled to the brim with herbs. He sees Gabriel’s ears swivel to the side, his brow pinching in confusion and a bit of annoyance as he realizes it is nothing to eat.
Lúcio lifts the little satchel in front of Gabriel’s nose, and he jerks away for a second before leaning carefully close, sniffing delicately at the catnip. For a moment Lúcio thinks it might do nothing for Gabriel and he’ll have a pouty kitten on his hands for the rest of the weekend, but then suddenly the pet’s slitted pupils blow wide and he hastily grabs at it with his teeth, delicately hooking his sharp canine into the net and then ripping it out of Lúcio’s hands.
Lúcio can’t help but his surprised bark of laughter, watching as Gabriel quickly scurries away with his loot, vanishing to the sitting area where they usually play when Lúcio is home, letting Gabriel chase behind a laser dot while a movie plays in the background.
There are more groceries that he should put away, but he can’t be bothered when he is so intrigued by his cat, so he lets them stand where they are and follows Gabriel. Even before he rounds the couch, the rusty deep purr is starting up again with such force that this time he can feel it vibrate through the soles of his shoes which he hastily slips off. His eyes are fixed on the sight of this huge feline on his back, holding the satchel to his face as he squirms in place.
He looks absolutely euphoric.
As Lúcio carefully slides onto the ground next to him, hand reaching for his tomcat to scratch through the thick, silky fur growing in a wide line down his belly, Gabriel is starting to lick at the dense net, getting it wet and the herbs behind a little soaked as well. His tail is thumping against the ground, heels digging into the soft carpet to restlessly lift his hips up, his pretty, barbed dick already lifting quick and eagerly for Lúcio’s viewing pleasure.
“Oh… someone likes their present,” he coos and takes his hand away from the kitten’s belly to instead wrap his arms around his knees and just watch him in amusement.
Gabriel groans, as deep and rattling and satanic sounding as his purr. He manages to twist himself unto his belly, face shoved into the satchel as he works himself up on his knees, ass lifting high into the air.
He sways precariously, like he’s lost all agency over his own body because of the little bag of catnip, and Lúcio hides his wide grin behind his knees because he knows Gabriel will be pissed if he sees it and feels ridiculed.
He’s a very particular kind of cat.
Gabriel has stopped purring for the moment, but he’s still making sounds. Lúcio has never heard him do any of them; he’s never heard him mewl or meow or trill, but now he is producing all of them with a deep, husky voice that sends goosebumps down his arms and then his spine.
Low, crooning sounds as Gabriel’s hips sway and his tail swishes deliriously, having worked himself up into some kind of frenzy. Lúcio is almost concerned about it until the tomcat becomes somewhat quieter. His cock is swinging heavily beneath his belly, a long line of pre-cum continuously dripping from the tapered tip and down to the rug that definitely needs to be cleaned.
The spines along the ruddy length of his dick look plump, half-way on fanning out already; as if he’d been fucking a nice warm hole instead of just getting high on the catnip Lúcio gave him.
Suddenly, he pushes himself up on his arms. His elbows are shaking somewhat, like they don’t want to lift his substantial weight. Lúcio watches as Gabriel turns his head sluggishly and stares at him, his pupils blown wide and his face soft and lax in a way he has never seen his kitten.
Gabriel drags himself around and slumps down next to his owner, the satchel of catnip once again pinched delicately in one canine as he starts dragging the side of his face against Lúcio’s shoulder, then against his neck, then pushing their cheeks together in what feels like delirious joy.
Lúcio giggles and closes his eyes, pushing against his amorous kitten to give back the love. Gabriel’s cock is dripping steadily against one of his massive thighs, and when Lúcio reaches over and gently closes his hand around it, he only lets his knees fall apart for him and makes a deep, bone rattling sound that Lúcio realizes dazedly is supposed to be a trill.
God, he’s never seen Gabriel as out of it as this. He almost wants to feel a bit guilty for it, but Gabriel is loose and happy and still all but sucking at the catnip as he lets Lúcio service him as if he were the pet instead of the other way round.
He squeezes down, thumb dragging slowly across the sensitive peak of Gabriel’s tapered cock. He’s been a bit rough on it the first time he played with his pet, but Gabriel had been very clear in his wishes; so now he is gently dragging the pad of his thumb across it again and again before sliding down once more.
With the barbs plump and half-flared as they are, it is impossible to get a real good pump going, but he makes due with carefully squeezing the barbs and circling his fingers beneath them to the sensitive skin of his cock that does not often get any attention.
It is a slow, lazy process. Gabriel has started up purring once more, rattling right against Lúcio’s ear until he feels like every single hair on his body has to be standing up at attention. Even his nipples are tiny, excited points, tingling against the fabric of his shirt whenever Gabriel breathes against the shell of his ear in chuffing little bursts.
Somewhere along the line the catnip has dropped from his mouth to the ground between them. He does not reach for it again and Lúcio doesn’t either. He thinks his kitten has had enough for now. He bares his weight as Gabriel sags against him more and more, warm and affectionate and open to getting his cock played with and his big furry balls fondled by his owner.
He sits like a rock, his tail slumped across one thigh, only the tip gently vibrating every now and then. Even when he comes he does not move; just croons long and drawn out into Lúcio’s ear as he pumps hot kitty cum across his fingers, then licks with his rough tongue at Lúcio’s neck in an unhurried, diligent fashion.
Some things are apparently even better than food.
