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His hand moved, pulling out of Kai’s vice-like grip. He trailed it down Kai’s chest, along his side, until his fingers could slip under that goddamn Cats hoodie.

Oh. Kai was still wearing Atticus' hoodie, a realization that only served to turn Atticus on even more.

He splayed his hand against Kai’s stomach, relishing the warmth radiating off of him and the way he twitched a little at the contact. A small sound escaped Kai as Atticus pressed them closer together, as his hips ground against the other man’s backside.

Atticus felt fingers tangle in his hair. He leaned his head back into the touch and nearly growled at the feeling of Kai’s nails against his scalp.

Kai took the opportunity to turn in his arms, to shift so that they were facing one another.

One of his legs slipped between Atticus' own, giving him something to continue to rut against. Hands pushed at Atticus' shirt until it was up over his head, and then Kai’s mouth was on his chest, kissing along his collarbone.

It seemed Kai remembered just how sensitive he was there. Atticus nearly whimpered as the Kai’s mouth found his nipple, as teeth teased him. He was so hard, so overwhelmed that he thought he might simply die from the sensations overloading his brain.

Atticus suddenly realized how very one-sided their situation was.

He reached up, tangled his fingers in Kai’s long hair, and pulled .

Kai moaned, the sound low and unsteady as it left him. Atticus tugged his head back, just enough so that he could reach him. Just enough so that he could kiss him.

Their mouths crashed together, and Atticus nearly came from just the knowledge that he was finally tasting Kai again after so long. Months of missing this.

It was every bit as good as he remembered.

Kai bit at his bottom lip. Always so feral, all teeth and claws, even like this. Atticus gasped, and Kai surged forward, deepening their kiss. Atticus pressed his tongue in, drinking him in as much as he could. As much as Kai would allow him.

Atticus reached down between them, let his hand press along Kai’s hip.

When he met no resistance, when the other man only continued to kiss him with a fervor Atticus half-thought he was dreaming up, he moved his hand to palm Kai through his sweatpants.

Kai breathed harshly, his breath hot against Atticus’ lips.

Nails dug into his bare shoulders as Kai rocked into his hand, the length of his erection hot against Atticus' palm even through the fabric.

The sounds of their heavy breathing echoed through the room.

Atticus could feel himself getting more and more worked up as they moved against one another, a heat growing in his core, burning brighter as Kai’s hands roved across his body.

One came to rest at the back of his neck, yanking Atticus into another searing kiss, while the other trailed lower .

Fingers teased across his abdomen, ran along the waistband of his shorts before dipping underneath.

Atticus groaned as Kai’s hand wrapped around him, as it stroked him once, then again.

Atticus couldn’t help it as his hips bucked into the touch.

A finger teased along his tip, pressing at the wetness beading there.

Atticus had to pull away from the kiss, gasping for air.

Kai stroked him again as Atticus held him tight.

“Kai, I’m-”

It was too late. Atticus came hard. He pressed his face into soft hair as Kai worked him through it, as clever fingers drew out his pleasure. It took him several long moments to regulate his breathing, to clear his head enough to pull back, to loosen the death grip he had on Kai.

Atticus tried to look into Kai’s face, tried to gauge any sort of expression there, but it was too dark.

He could just make out the lines where their bodies were still tangled together.

Kai pulled his hand out of Atticus' shorts, wiping it off on the already-soiled fabric. Heat warmed Atticus' cheeks.

When Kai didn’t immediately pull away, Atticus leaned in, capturing his lips again. Kai let out a small whimper as Atticus' hand found its way back to his still-hard cock.

Atticus broke away from the kiss, fingers tugging at Kai’s sweatpants. “Can I-”

A resounding crash interrupted him. He sat up immediately, yanking Kai up with him.

“What the fuck?” Kai sounded breathless, voice low and more than a little wrecked.

“Cat,” Atticus said, sighing. He scooted out from under where Kai was halfway sitting in his lap. “I think I left a glass on my nightstand.”

He moved toward the closest light switch, pointedly ignoring the wetness on the front of his shorts. Flicking the switch, Atticus didn’t let himself look at the man he’d left on the couch for too long. A moment was enough for him to see Kai’s mussed hair, his flushed cheeks and heaving chest.

Nope. Atticus needed to go check on his cat. What if she’d hurt herself?

She was, in fact, fine. The kitten sat perched on his nightstand, striped tail flicking back and forth, head cocked to the side as she stared at him with those wide eyes.

He’d been right. On the ground below her were shards of glass sparkling in a puddle of water.

“Girlie,” he said, puffing his cheeks out with a long breath. “I’m not gonna have any glasses left if you keep at this.”

“Is she okay?” Kai’s voice sounded out from just down the hall. Atticus popped his head back out the door, saw him standing outside the guest bedroom.

“She’s fine,” he said.

“Need help cleaning it up?”

“Nah.” Atticus grinned a little. “I got it.”

Kai nodded at him, looking away. His cheeks were still somewhat flushed, and Atticus couldn’t help but think about why, about what they’d been doing before the goddamn cat had interrupted them.

“I’m going to get ready for bed then,” Kai said, still not quite meeting Atticus' gaze.

“Right, yeah.” Fuck. Fuck . Was he upset? He wasn’t exactly giving off the sort of vibes that said let’s keep going, you were about to stick your hand down my pants! Had they just fucked everything up?

“Hey,” Atticus said as Kai began to turn away. He probably sounded desperate. He probably didn’t care. “You good?”

Kai turned back. His cheeks were a slightly brighter shade of pink, but he was smiling just a bit, and it set Atticus' heart racing in a less horrible way.

“I’m good,” Kai responded softly. “Night, Attie.”

He couldn’t help but flash another grin. “Night, Kai. ”

It was the work of just a few minutes to clean up the kitten’s mess, but by the time he was walking back to his room after throwing away the broken glass, Atticus' eyes were growing heavy.

He yawned as he pushed his door shut, leaving it open just enough for the creature to come and go as she pleased.

He was about to slip into bed when he remembered. Atticus looked down at himself.

He had cum in his shorts. Kai had touched him for what, thirty seconds? And he’d blown his load. Right there in his shorts.

Atticus couldn’t even find it in himself to be ashamed. Well, maybe he was a little ashamed, considering the fact he’d sort of left Kai hanging while he had to go take care of the demon he’d let into his house. He wondered, if after Kai had closed the door to his room, if maybe he had…

No. No. It was late, Atticus was tired. He definitely didn’t need to think about Kai finishing himself off on the other side of the wall.

He couldn’t seem to wipe the stupid grin off his face as he changed his shorts and crawled into his bed. Atticus knew that the less tired version of himself that woke up tomorrow would probably be more anxious about it all.

About what it might mean, what they had just done.

But for now? For now, Atticus was just going to let himself be happy. Dumb, stupid, wonderful happy.