During the Ball
the1andonlyofo, I have such a thing for mother-hen-Tugger, as you can tell! HGP, he makes a sweet daddy to his seven little furballs, doesn't he? Cuty, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy the next chap too. sfeather, thank you! Enjoy some more daddy Tugger. :)
A big thank-you to CrazyIndigoChild for beta-reading!
9. A Moment of Happiness
(This chapter takes us from during "Memory" to sometime just before "Moments of Happiness", and contains naughty, naughty sex. NOT FOR KITTENS.)
"Can you believe that?" Tugger muttered. After the mating dance, the rest of the Ball had continued on smoothly—fantastically, as far as Tugger was concerned. He was still slightly out of breath and overheated from his recent dancing as he rejoined Mistoffelees, pulling his mate away as the Jellicles dispersed. "Do you suppose she's been here the whole time, watching the Ball? That's perverted."
"You'd think she would understand that she wasn't wanted," Mistoffelees said. Only one thing had come, yet again, to mar the night: Grizabella. Granted, he was beginning to feel sorry for the old queen; she was obviously lonely and miserable, but what did she hope to accomplish by constantly harassing them all? He wondered how Demeter must feel.
"I think she got the message," Tugger said. "But I don't want to think about her any more."
They passed a few amorous Jellicle couples—Pouncival and Bombalurina seemed in a particular hurry to find a private spot, and Tugger had to smirk at the goofy, dreamy smile on Pouncival's face as he followed the red queen, as though he could scarcely believe his good fortune.
He and Mistoffelees soon found their own secluded spot; the mating dancing and subsequent dancing had left them both rather hot and bothered, and they were eager to enjoy each other's company without rushing to perform (or interrupt) a song. They eventually made their way to a quiet, empty clearing in the junkyard, and Mistoffelees grinned wickedly when he recognized 'their' spot. It still had their aura here, and a bit of magic.
"Finally," Mistoffelees sighed. He nuzzled Tugger once and pushed him down to the ground, waiting until Tugger sprawled himself out sexily before straddling his mate, deliberately and teasingly rolling his hips as he sat himself down. "I've wanted this so badly…"
He laced his fingers through Tugger's mane and chest fur, pulling and tugging at it, the motion somewhere between a caress and a massage. At first, Tugger grinned at him, though the grin quickly faded as his mouth fell open, panting softly at Mistoffelees' touches.
It was nice, now that they could finally take their time and savour each other, and Mistoffelees had every intention of making the most of this time. On the next downward rub on Tugger's chest, his hands continued to travel, up from Tugger's abdomen and onto his own thighs. Tugger's eyes had languorously closed as he enjoyed the caressing, and he opened them now as he realized he was no longer being touched.
But this was clearly just as good, and Mistoffelees could tell by the glimmer of lust in his mate's eyes. Tugger watched, grinning and still panting slightly, as Mistoffelees dragged his hands through the fur on his thighs, stopping to briefly encircle and stroke his own hard member. He couldn't help but moan at his own touch, rolling his hips; Tugger responded to the sound with a sudden, anxious purr.
Who'd have thought it would be so much fun to tease Tugger like this? With a wicked little smile, Mistoffelees continued his self-pleasuring, releasing his member and bringing up his hands to his chest, dragging his fingers slowly through the fur and making sure Tugger could see him slowly rubbing his nipples. Tugger's paws twitched and clenched, obviously desperate to be the one touching his mate, wound up by the little display. He'd begun undulating his hips, consciously or not, causing his own organ to lightly bump Mistoffelees' rear.
Mistoffelees bit his lip, dropping one hand back down to his groin to rub himself lightly. It was nice to feel Tugger grinding against him, and it would feel even nicer to have Tugger inside him—and clearly his mate was thinking the same thing, judging by his anxious little hip thrusts- but he was holding back, respecting Mistoffelees' earlier wish to not fully mate on the night of the Ball.
After all, he wanted to avoid becoming pregnant again… didn't he?
His musings were interrupted as Tugger reached his breaking point, sitting up suddenly and wrapping his arms around Mistoffelees' back, burying his face in the small chest. He used his tongue to push the fluffy white chest fur aside, finding a sensitive nipple and sucking it. Mistoffelees cried out, grasping Tugger's head fur and making it very clear that he was to continue this action.
Tugger sucking at him was nothing like the kittens nursing. No danger of conflating the two; back when they still needed to nurse, the kittens were all business, whereas Tugger licked and nipped with deliberate precision, driving him wild.
Anchoring himself on Tugger's shoulders, he began to unashamedly rock his hips, rubbing himself rather intently on his mate's pelvis. Tugger's arms fastened tighter around him as he shifted their weight, maneuvering their bodies until Mistoffelees lay on his back, Tugger sensually hovering above him.
Mistoffelees sighed, writhing slightly on the ground as Tugger nipped his way down his neck, over the fluffy fur of his chest, down to his abdomen. Tugger had long assured him that it was impossible to tell he had carried kittens, but Mistoffelees insisted one could easily tell; his hips and rear were rounder now, and there was a softness to his now-flat stomach that had never really gone away. And then there was the lasting sensitivity of his chest, which admittedly was a good change.
Vanity was undoubtedly a feline trait, and Mistoffelees was no different in that regard, occasionally lamenting the small curves and soft spots his body had gained. While the changes to his body had unnerved him at first, he had seven beloved kittens to show for it, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he would do it all over again. Or just do it again, full stop.
"Mmm…. Tugger?"
Tugger moaned back, still working his way lower until he was running his long tongue just at the juncture of Mistoffelees' hips and thighs.
Laying his hands on Tugger's shoulders, Mistoffelees waited until he'd gotten his mate's attention and, with a decidedly cheeky look, rolled himself over on the ground and swished his tail out of the way, making it abundantly clear what he wanted.
"Misto…" Tugger growled. Half a second later, Mistoffelees felt claws gently pricking at his hips, felt the heat of Tugger's body close to his back. He lifted his hips up a bit in anticipation, waiting for the next move, only to feel Tugger restlessly moving against him.
"Are you sure you want to mate like this?" he asked. "Because I thought you didn't want… I mean, what if we make more kittens?"
Mistoffelees bit his lip and craned his neck to look over his shoulder, carefully watching Tugger's face for his reaction. "I hope we do."
"Are you sure?"
"Are you?"
Oh, he knew the answer right away, as he recognized the gleam in Tugger's eyes all too well. Pure joy, anticipation, and then lust.
Swooping down, Tugger went for his neck scruff, biting and pulling on it, making Mistoffelees cry out and buck his hips into the air. He moaned and shuddered as Tugger then ran his long tongue down his back, so slowly and deliberately that the pent-up arousal was almost painful. By the time he reached the sensitive area just above Mistoffelees' tail, the small tom was a whimpering mess, holding himself up on trembling limbs and holding his rear high up in the air. And then he was slightly surprised as he felt Tugger's hands on his sides, gently leading him to roll over again onto his back.
Mistoffelees did as wordlessly instructed, amused by Tugger's look of rather goofy admiration as he ran his paws down Mistoffelees' chest, grazing his nipples, his abdomen, before gently taking hold of his slender legs to position him. Tugger was being so reverent that it was almost funny, but also flattering, and Mistoffelees moaned softly as Tugger took one of his legs and placed it over his shoulder, letting the other wrap around his waist, and he moved a bit closer to press his erection against the small tom's entrance.
"Oh," Mistoffelees hissed, writhing a little as he was penetrated. It wasn't painful per se, but it was clear that they're gone too long without doing this. He put his hands on Tugger's hips to still him. "Just… just give me a moment."
Tugger stopped moving, though clearly not without effort. He gently laid a kiss to the leg on his shoulder, groaning softly.
He could see how much it took for Tugger to hold back, especially considering what they were now trying to accomplish. His eyes slid shut as he nuzzled Mistoffelees' leg, heating the white fur with his heavy, open-mouthed breaths. It didn't take long for Mistoffelees to adjust to his mate once more, and when the discomfort morphed into aching desire, he tightened his hold on Tugger's hips and gave a quick thrust.
Tugger's eyes flew open at the motion, and he flashed a mischievous grin as he took it as his cue to start moving, pulling out slowly, then pressing back in, repeating the motion with growing momentum. After only a minute of this, it was clear neither were going to last very long, as though all the previous pleasuring of the night had been nothing more than extensive foreplay.
With Mistoffelees' legs still thrown around him, Tugger leaned down to kiss the small tom, combined flexibility making it easy to maintain the position and the thrusting.
The kiss turned sloppy as Mistoffelees began to pant hard, settling for gently biting Tugger's lip and pulling tightly on his mane as his body began to spasm, so close to climax. He hadn't quite gotten there yet, though, when Tugger's thrusts became erratic and he suddenly groaned with abandon, spilling himself deep inside his mate.
Tugger half-collapsed, breathing hard into Mistoffelees' neck. "Sorry… sorry about that."
"Couldn't help yourself?" Mistoffelees asked, torn between amusement and frustration at his continued arousal.
"You feel too good," Tugger huffed, pulling his face away from his mate's fur. He pressed a few kisses to the soft fur, moving down until he could freely nose through the white chest to tongue at a nipple.
With a high-pitched whimper, Mistoffelees pulled at his mate's mane, tightening his hold as the feel of a paw working its way between their bodies to caress his erection. All it took were a few strokes and the feel of Tugger's teeth gently closing around his nipple, and Mistoffelees cried out breathlessly as he came hotly between their crushed bodies.
Chests heaving, they ended with an exhausted kiss. Tugger wearily pushed himself back up into a kneeling position, lowered Mistoffelees' legs from around his body, and pulled out as carefully as he could, attentively watching his mate to see if there was any pain, or—as Mistoffelees wondered—to watch for any sign that their mating had been successful.
For a long while, Mistoffelees lay on the ground, basking in the afterglow with Tugger sprawled at his side. Happy and sated, he eventually rolled over onto his side, pleasantly sore and still a bit weak from the intense mating, and leaned over to begin cleaning his seed from Tugger's belly. A steady purr was resounding against his mouth by the time he was finished, and he was carefully nudged back onto the ground as Tugger returned the favour, sensuously grooming his stomach clean.
When he was finished, Tugger laid his head on Mistoffelees' abdomen, one paw still gently draped over the black fur, his purr doubling in intensity as Mistoffelees reached down to stroke Tugger's head fur.
"I can't even remember the last time we did that," Mistoffelees happily sighed.
"Two months and three weeks ago," Tugger said, with no hesitation. "It was just before dawn and the kittens were sleeping."
"Ah yes, silly me."
"And that was just about four months after your body went back to normal."
"Yes, thank you, Tugger. I'd forgotten."
The change back to his old, fully-male body hadn't been quite as painful and traumatic as the first change; he'd been half-expecting it the moment the kittens had all been weaned. It was still difficult to forget being woken up in the middle of a deep sleep by his magic deciding to work a few changes. At least he'd enjoyed getting his body back. He bit his lip through a sudden grin; was he about to go through all those changes again, not too long from now?
Tugger chuckled softly, tail lashing about happily. As though reading Mistoffelees' mind, he rubbed the black-furred belly and asked, "So, do… do you think you're…?"
"I'm not sure," Mistoffelees murmured. "It's probably too early to tell."
"And if you're not… do you want to keep trying?"
He didn't miss the tentative way Tugger had asked, the way he'd bitten his lip like he was almost too shy to ask the question. Worried, maybe, that Mistoffelees had gotten swept up in the romanticism of the Jellicle Ball, and would change his mind about more kittens in the morning.
He stroked Tugger's head fur reassuringly. "I do. I really do."
"You'd be all right with the hacking up, the aches and pains, getting all big, giving birth again…?"
"Just as long as you still think I'm gorgeous while you're rolling me around the junkyard."
"You'll be too gorgeous for words. And it won't be like last time," Tugger murmured. "You'll be safe, I promise. I'll keep you safe."
"Of course," Mistoffelees said. He patted Tugger's head and tried not to think about the repeated Macavity scares tonight. "Everything will be fine."
"And just think! This time next year, we might be leaving someone with another litter of seven kittens to sit for the night."
Mistoffelees gave an exaggerated shudder. "We'd better not make seven again! We'll be exiled from the yard."
Tugger chuckled softly, then sighed and rubbed his head against Mistoffelees' abdomen. "I hope they're doing okay right now. Do you think they miss us? They might be crying for us."
"Or, they're playing with Jezebel and their friends and they've forgotten we exist."
Tugger only made a non-committal sound and settled back down. It took a surprising amount of effort for Mistoffelees not to laugh at Tugger's tender concern for their kittens. They rested in silence for a few more minutes, until Mistoffelees' ears twitched at the awareness of distant Jellicles moving back towards the clearing, back to Old Deuteronomy. The Ball wasn't over yet.
"The others are starting to gather again," Mistoffelees sleepily said.
"Hmm. I suppose we should start going back."
"Do we have to?"
Tugger opened his eyes and twisted his head to look at his mate with a cheeky grin. "Don't tempt me."
It took a bit of stretching, and a few kisses and nuzzles before the two were able to struggle back to their feet. Leaning amorously on one another, they slowly ambled back to rejoin the group.
Mistoffelees only hoped the rest of the night would pass peacefully.
I guess one way to stop people from asking when you're going to have another baby is to, you know, have another baby. X)
As an aside: I feel bad for Griz's first performance of "Memory". The last time I watched the movie with friends, we all sort of meandered off to get more drinks, snacks, etc while the song was playing. Sorry Griz! But the full version of "Memory" is beautiful, I swear.
