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When Autor steps through the door today, his clothes remain the same: white pants, oversized gray sweater, and glasses. What changes are the ears. Not his, necessarily--those still remain human--but he sprouts fuzzy, gray, and pointed kitten ears on top of his head with a soft, "Oh!" The tail is also new, and telegraphs his body language as the tip curves upward in agitation.

"Really?" he calls up to the ceiling. "Come on!"

Experimentally, he brushes his fingers against one of his fuzzy new appendages--and tears his hand away, blushing. They point in different directions, moving independently of one another to show his ambivalence with the costume.

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The ears are fuzzy and a little bit warm, but not as warm as Autor's face. "Oh!" he says breathily. His ears perk up, pointing forward and slightly to the side, and Autor leans his head into Jay's hand. "Do that again. Please."

Jay smiles and scratches gently at the base of them, stoking up to the tip softly. "You've become rather a sweet kitten, it would seem." Makes him wonder what scratching the base of his tail would do.

Autor purrs deep in his throat, an involuntary sound. He flushes deeply, but doesn't take his head away from Jay's hands. "Oh, that feels really good," he says, almost drowsy. "This was Bar's idea, but right now I'm really glad she had it. I might have to find a sun puddle to curl up and take a nap in."

"I'm sure there's a nice cosy windowsill somewhere perfect for just that." Jay hums, still scratching. "Hey, do you mind if I try something?" His hand slips down to the small of Autor's back. "It's okay if you don't want me to."

Autor watches his hand, glancing over his own shoulder. "Sure," he says, rubbing his cheek. His ears point forward and slightly to the side, relaxed. "What is it that you wanted to try?"

"Scratch the base of your tail. See how it feels. Most cats I've known love it."

"Oh! Um, okay," Autor says, biting his lower lip. His tail swishes back and forth with anticipation. "You can try that."

Jay gives him a gentle smile and strokes down the base of his tail, stroking softly before scratching. Ready to stop at a moment's notice if Autor doesn't like it.

The response is immediate. Autor arches his back and sucks a breath over his teeth. "That... That feels so good!" he gets out, gasping. He lowers his chin to his chest and purrs loudly, clenching his fists on his knees. "D-Don't stop."

Jay pulls Autor into his arms and holds him close as he keeps scratches and petting.

Autor clings to Jay, fisting his hands in his shirt as he wriggles in his grip. He rests his forehead on his shoulder, gasping softly into his ear. He arches his back into the touch, jamming his eyes shut.

Jay reaches up to stroke Autor's ears as well as his tail. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He prompts gently, still making Autor feel as good as possible.

Autor shakes his head against Jay's shoulder, biting his lower lip. "You've got to be teasing when you say that," he ekes out, flushed up to his roots and down to his collarbone. He leans his head into the touches. "It... is a little overwhelming. But I like it."

"Just had to be sure." Jay purrs, kissing the top of Autor's head as he slows down to stroke the length of Autor's tail and back up to the base to scratch again.

Autor draws a shaky breath; he can't get enough air. He's dizzy, so pleasure-addled he can't even think. He purrs against Jay, the vibrations in his throat shaking him. "Why?" he gasps, tugging on Jay's shoulder. "Why does this feel so good?"

Jay slows down, letting Autor catch his breath. "Nerve clusters, at a guess. Or just that you're part cat tight now and that's what cats love." He keeps an arm safe and protective around Autor.

Autor breathes deeply, trying to reorient himself. He sits up, resting his hand on Jay's shoulder for balance. He adjusts his glasses, which were knocked askew when he placed his head down. "We'd better stop," he says with a shaky grin, "or Security will haul us off for indecent behavior."

Jay strokes his back, staying away from his tail for now. "We could go somewhere private?" They hadn't really talked since Cubefall, or the night after and Jay was in no rush to push. It was a big deal for Autor and Jay don't want him to feel uncomfortable about it.

Autor's blush is a slow thing, unfolding over his nose like a blooming peony. "We could," he says, inclining his head. He busies himself with adjusting his glasses again, his ears swiveling about. "We very well could. Yes. I'd like that."

Jay rests a hand in Autor's gently, letting him lead where he wants to go. "No pressure, Autor. You're in control here. If you want, we can do nothing more than pet and scratch."

Autor brings Jay's knuckles to his lips. "We can do more than that," he says warmly, drawing a breath through his nose. "Your place or mine?"

"Yours? Than way you can kick me out when you've had enough." He flashes Autor a smile, "That and I've been back to my room once in the last week and a half. I suspect it's a bit of a disaster zone."

"That's fair," Autor says, chuckling. He clambers out of Jay's lap and squeezes his hand, leading him up to his room.

[OOC: Thanks for tagging in! These two are ridiculous.]

{ooc: wonderfully so 😃 And thank you, that was fun.}

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