catchingspace:

ladyfayte:

catchingspace:

ladyfayte:

catchingspace answered your question: Does anyone want to know anything about me? Or…

CATAVOY. ALL OF IT. WRITE IT FOR ME. DO IT. NAO.

JESUS YOU’RE SLOW. Bastard.

YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE, DAMNIT.

PEAS?

-sigh- Fine. Give me something to prompt it. Just a little something.

Um. CatAvoy sits on Fassy’s lap so that he can’t do anything but pay attention to him and pet him and love him. AND PURRING. 

Before meeting James, Michael wouldn’t have considered himself a cat person. Now, though… Well he was a one cat man, it seemed. A very demanding one cat.

He had been stretched out on the couch, reading with the telly on in the background when a weight settled on his thighs. Lowering the literature, he sent a questioning look at the other male. He turned his eyes back to his book, only to find that a hand was pushing it away, quickly being replaced with furry ears and curls. Michael smiled indulgently, rubbing each delicate black ear in turn, until the cat-man was purring gently.

Book utterly abandoned, he let his free hand roam a bit. The older man sat up a bit, just enough to kiss James on the lips, one hand buried in curls, the other swiftly pulling them closer together.

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.