Michael stared down at the smaller man, who was napping in a patch of sun on the bed. Bending over, he lets one hand stroke the curls from James’ face, careful of his sensitive ears, which twitched even in slumber. He settles one knee on the mattress for balance, a smile sneaking its way onto his face. His hand continues on, smoothing from skull to the base of the cat-man’s tail. Feeling the vibrations resulting from what could only be called a purr, he leans down to press a kiss to the sleeping male’s cheek.