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Then Ichimatsu laid his head on your lap.
No lead-up, no warning. Not a single word. One moment you were sitting side-by-side on the couch, the next he was lying down with his head on your thighs, facing away from you.
You were about to speak, but his tense posture stopped you, and you just went back to reading instead. As usual, he was embarrassed, and since he was too embarrassed to say anything he’d just done it and said nothing. You couldn’t help but smile fondly.
It was another twenty minutes before he finally spoke up.
“H-hey.”
His voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.
“Yes?” you whispered back.
You caught sight of his face in the reflection of the TV screen. He was fighting to keep his expression as blank and gloomy as usual, but the flaming red blush and pinpricks of sweat told a different story.
There was a long pause, but you didn’t try to rush him. You’d been dating long enough to know better.
“...Do something for me?”
“What?”
Ichimatsu swallowed noisily.
“S...s-scratch me.”
“What?”
He winced. You hadn’t meant to be so loud. “Sorry, sorry,” you hissed, leaning over to look at him. “But, um...what? ‘What do you mean’, that is. I’m, uh, I’m just confused, is all.”
Ichimatsu had been curling up defensively, but he slowly uncoiled at your reassurances. It still took a moment for him to cough out the words, though.
“L-like a cat. Scratch me. Behind the ears?”
“...Like this?”
Putting down your book, you hesitantly placed your fingers on the back of his head, right between the ears. Ichimatsu swallowed again.
Slowly, gently, you began to scratch, afraid to press your nails in too hard in case you hurt him. He let out an appreciative grunt, rubbing his cheek against your thigh. The tension started melting out of his posture and, emboldened, you scratched more decisively, threading your fingers through his thick dark hair.
He let out a gasp when you reached the soft spot where his skull connected to his spine, but when you yanked your hand away he grabbed your wrist with both hands and forced you down further, onto the back of his neck.
Uncertainly, you trailed your fingernails down his vertebrae, as far as you could go until your path was blocked by the hood of his sweatshirt. Ichimatsu let out a quiet whine when you stopped, nuzzling your legs again. Head spinning, you tried to figure out what to do next. He’d said...he’d said he wanted to be scratched “like a cat”, right? But it was hard to transpose that onto a human body...so maybe if you pictured...
Either your imagination was really good or there was something he wasn’t telling you, but it definitely looked like Ichimatsu was suddenly sporting black cat ears and a tail. Well, whatever! The visual helped.
You scratched firmly down his spine now, on top of his sweatshirt, while his legs kicked excitedly. That was definitely a purr he was emitting, you half-realized as you brought in your other hand to furiously tickle his ribs. It didn’t take much imagination to feline-ize him now, he was squirming and nuzzling and mewling in a bizarrely close imitation of the real thing.
You barked (heh) out a laugh, then quickly slapped a palm against your mouth to stifle the rest. Ichimatsu would not want to feel like he was being made fun of.
He’d already rolled halfway over, glaring up at you in mixed suspicion and embarrassment, but you were still so heavily into the “this is a cat” mindset that you immediately responded to his new pose (he even had his fists up like little paws??) by rubbing his belly.
You tried to stay on top of the sweatshirt again for propriety’s sake, but the vigorous motions pushed it up and your hand wound up against his bare skin anyways. Ichimatsu tried to clench his teeth against an uncharacteristic giggle, but you heard it, and it only drove you towards his most sensitive spots. Soon he was laughing uncontrollably, whacking your arm with his knees as his legs jerked convulsively, and you were laughing too.
After a while you were panting heavily, still wheezing out the occasional chuckle, fingers briefly paused in their tickling.
Then you found yourself slammed onto your back against the couch cushions and Ichimatsu was straddling you, grinning sharply.
You barely had time to register the change when he lunged forth and pressed his tongue against your collarbone, licking all the way up to the base of your throat. You shivered. He took the cue to nibble at you, gently, and then not so gently.
He scattered a few hickeys and saliva trails across both sides of your neck before finally arriving at your lips, smothering them voraciously while his tongue ravaged the inside of your mouth. You let out a muffled moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. His fingernails were digging possessively into your back.
Something that was not a tail rubbed your inner thigh.
Sure, Ichimatsu was a man of few words and strange habits. But, you decided gleefully, you didn’t exactly mind.