Ryan’s never been self-conscious about his ears. A lot of girls called them cute, actually—not the ones from the side of his head, but the small, furry brown ones, poking from the top of his head. The ones that heighten his senses, the ones that he doesn’t let anyone touch. They twitch when he’s alert or worried or horny, and turn downwards when he’s upset.

The tail, however, he’s always been self-conscious of.

And it’s not any fucking easier since Brendon’s joined. Brendon’s been fascinated since day one, but the moment he set his eyes on Ryan’s ears and lifted an arm up, Spencer instantly said, “No.” Ryan didn’t even have to do anything, but he was sure that Brendon could see him glaring that Spencer’s right. The ears are on top of his head, anyway, so they’re easy to regulate.

The tail, however, is a different story. It already gets in the way sometimes when people are sitting next to him, so Brent usually stays a good distance away while Spencer doesn’t seem to bothered when his tail accidentally wraps around him.

And Brendon’s not shy about personal space, either. In fact, he loves getting close to Ryan—and Spencer, and Brent—insisting on cuddles even when none of them are particularly responsive. Spencer doesn’t actually seem to mind, and Brent’s apathy reeks, but Ryan—

Ryan can’t deny he has his own fascination with Brendon, and his piano playing and guitar playing and cello playing and trumpet playing and accordion playing. So maybe he doesn’t mind it too much when Brendon sits too close to him, especially on the bus where everything feels ten timed as cramped, anyway. And maybe his tail wraps around Brendon’s waist like it does Spencer.

But Brendon’s different. When it happens, he touches and strokes and cuddles with Ryan’s tail, too. And it feels weird if Ryan told him to stop since, albeit unconsciously, he’s the one who started it. So he doesn’t say anything, and just lets Brendon have his way with Ryan’s tail, even if it makes Ryan feel tingly and antsy and soon enough his tail draws back to him self-consciously. Brendon doesn’t ever say anything, just moves on.

One day, though. One day they’re on the bus and it’s late and he and Brendon are watching a movie. Brent and Spencer are already asleep, and they’ve stopped for the night. Ryan’s not sure what movie he’s supposed to be watching since he’s poring over his notebook, and Brendon is petting his tail in the way that Ryan likes, even though Ryan’s never told him.

Then Brendon asks, “Do you let anyone touch your ears?”

Startling, Ryan says, “Why?” even though he knows why. Brendon’s curiosity has gotten him into enough trouble as it is, with strip clubs and bar fights (“I just wanna know what it’s like getting punched in the face!”) and monster fetishes (an incident involving Spencer accidentally looking in Brendon’s bunk when Spencer thought Brendon was moaning in pain. No one was moaning in pain.)

Brendon shrugs, and looks at Ryan’s ears pointedly. “They’re just… always there. I want to know if they feel like other cat ears.”

“They do,” Ryan says.

“Well,” says Brendon. “I forget what cat ears feel like.” He gives Ryan a very meaningful look, and Ryan sighs.

He doesn’t know what will happen, just that the oversensitivity is intense… But he trusts Brendon enough. They’ve been in the band for nearly a year now—hell, they’re on their first, albeit small tour for Nintendo Fusion—and despite Brendon’s some more questionable choices, he seems to usually be on Ryan’s side, to keep his secrets, to be as committed to Ryan as he is to the band.

So Ryan relents and says, “Do you want to feel my ears?” and Brendon, excited, nods. So Ryan says, “Fine, have at it.”

He thinks that Brendon would grab at them right away. Instead, Brendon looks at them with awe, like he has stars in his eyes. He hesitates at first, before his fingers begin creeping up, towards the top of Ryan’s head. Ryan bows his head down to make it a little easier—hopefully this will be over quickly, and then they can go back to their bunks and go to sleep.

The first touch of Brendon’s hands on his ears feels like a shock, a bucket of ice cold water on him. Ryan gasps involuntarily at the delicate way Brendon’s fingers touch the back of his ears, stroking the underside. His cat ears twitch in Brendon’s hands and Brendon murmurs, “So soft,” running his fingers over them, nestling an ear between his thumb and forefinger.

The tingles from Ryan’s fingers shoot up his spine, then down—straight to his dick. He lets out a small, breathy moan, unable to contain himself. “Brendon,” he murmurs, almost subconsciously.

Brendon’s petting gets a little more forceful, like a massage. He runs a knuckle over Ryan’s ear and that sends a shock through Ryan’s body, making him go from contentedly half-hard to fully hard in seconds. Suddenly Ryan’s aware how close they are, how turned on he feels.

“Brendon,” he tries to say again, but Brendon’s looking at him with big, wide brown eyes.

Then Brendon’s kissing him, gentle and sweet. Ryan makes a soft noise in his throat, mewling as Brendon licks into his mouth, as one of Brendon’s hands go gently toward Ryan’s waist, nudging him into Brendon’s lap. Ryan can feel Brendon’s erection hard against him, through his shorts and boxers, and all of it makes Ryan tremble, in his body and throat.

Brendon pulls away to chuckle. “You’re purring, aren’t you?” he says.

Ryan merely scowls and captures his mouth with his again. The hand Brendon still has on his ear massages the fur, and Ryan feels desperate and aching for him, for Brendon to do something instead of just petting him.

He goes for Brendon’s trousers, starting to tug them off. When he feels the hard, solid heat of Brendon’s cock, he mewls in Brendon’s mouth again and tries to get it out as fast as possible. Brendon gasps into his mouth, “S-Slow down, Ross, I can barely keep up.”

“Well then hurry,” Ryan hisses back. He gets his hand on Brendon’s hot skin, and whines. “I need you to fuck me now, please.”

“Alright, okay.” Brendon quickly discards his shorts and underwear, and makes quick work of Ryan’s undergarments as well. When he touches Ryan’s hole, he gasps at the wetness he finds there. “Did you—”

“No,” Ryan grunts, pushing back on Brendon’s finger, trying to get him more inside. “I think my body just—does that—”

“Well that’s convenient,” Brendon chuckles.

Ryan rolls his eyes and pushes harder on Brendon’s finger, until he’s in up to the knuckle. They both groan—Ryan’s managed to get his own fingers in him only so far, and having Brendon’s fingers—Brendon’s long, piano-playing fingers, at an entirely different angle, feels like heaven.

Brendon, on the other hand, says, “God, you want it, you’re a horny little kitten, aren’t you?”

Ryan flushes. “Don’t call me that again,” he says, rocking back on Brendon’s finger.

Brendon strokes inside him until he finds Ryan’s prostate. Ryan cries out. “What, kitten? Don’t you like it?”

“It’s,” Ryan pants, “demeaning.”

“I think it’s sexy,” Brendon says. He nudges at Ryan’s entrance with another finger, and Ryan takes it eagerly. “You’re my little kitten.” He rolls one of Ryan’s ears in between his fingers with his free hand, and kisses him so Ryan can’t complain, too sensitive and turned on to.

It takes only another minute or two of fingering before Ryan says, into Brendon’s mouth, “Want your dick in me, come on.”

Brendon snorts and says, “Romantic,” but takes his fingers out, leaving Ryan clenching around nothing. Brendon lifts Ryan’s hips up, and Ryan can feel Brendon’s cock resting against his crease. He begins to sink down, letting Brendon’s hands on his hips guide him, as the head of Brendon’s cock slides into him.

They take their time as Ryan takes Brendon in—thicker than fingers, and certainly longer. Ryan moans as he sinks all the way down, his ass against Brendon’s balls. Brendon begins bouncing Ryan on his lap, fucking him with little thrusts, then long ones in rhythm, making Ryan feel delightfully full and oversensitized all at once.

Brendon kisses him as he fucks Ryan, like the sweetest thing in the world. “God, Ryan,” he says, and Ryan’s tail swishes, and Brendon grasps onto it, rubbing and petting it as he bucks his hips up. Brendon’s other hand reaches for one of Ryan’s ears, and Ryan can’t take it, making soft little moans that sound like mewls as he overheats from Brendon’s touches and Brendon, sending him over the edge and coming untouched onto his old Blink 182 t-shirt.

Brendon groans and gasps and then he’s coming too. Ryan mews again at the feeling of Brendon slick and wet in him, along with his gradually softening cock as Brendon comes down. Ryan doesn’t want to move from Brendon’s cock, especially since Brendon is still rubbing his ears, sighing sleepily against his chest despite how sticky they are.

Brendon laughs a little into his ear. “So I guess that’s what happens when I touch your ears, huh?”

Ryan huffs, but doesn’t make any move to get off of him. “Fuck off.”

“We should probably move to one of our bunks before Spencer or Brent come to check on the noise we’re making,” Brendon says. “Wouldn’t want to scar them for life.”

“I live to scar Spencer,” Ryan responds.

Brendon laughs, but tugs Ryan a bit until he’s off of him. “C’mon,” he says, holding Ryan’s hand and leading him into his bunk.

Ryan happily follows.

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(this black cat) got my tongue

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