cat scratch fever

gotham city was not necessarily the city garfield liked to visit if he had the choice but they had a cute, local restaurant that served great vegan pizza and when he was in town he always took a trip there. after finishing his mission for the titans to monitor a low level crime in downtown gotham, garfield made his way to the restaurant. seated outside, he had finished ordering when a figure came over to him. “what’s up, my man?” // @capriciouscatman

“Yeah, we don’t call each other that,” Selim sneers, sounding more like a purr through his veneer. But he wasn’t here for small talk --- rather, he needed Beast Boy’s help with something important. Well, important-ish.

“I’m going to cut straight to chase here, Greenie; have you seen Robin recently?Not the Nightwing one, or the Red Hood one, or the Red Robin one... the newest one. The little guy. I have to believe you two are currently on speaking terms.”

Hm, now that’s disappointing; that with a careful swell of his chest, Zain could feel where the vest hugged at his form the tightest—somewhere just under his ribcage where it felt a little bit uncomfortable. True enough, as judgement came to permit within the moment he saw it in the rack, it was only beautiful in theory. A bias cut would’ve helped, really—then again, he’s not exactly what they’d call as a part of their main market ——— could’ve been a better fit to Selim actually, if only he had at least half a mind to care. 

“—and skip the part where you have to squeeze into a vent? Yet I’m the killjoy,” Zain mused, fumbling at a button to have himself feel a bit loose.

“You can be whatever you want when you look like that, big boy...” Selim purrs, drinking in the sight before him --- all thick muscled, packed tightly in those articles of clothing. What could he say? Selim loved their conversation.

He sits up in his seat. “You sure magic is your thing, Houdini? Because you could make a killing doing modeling... or porn...”

“Oh, I don’t have anything against dogs, Ruskie... I’m just a solitary kitty who likes his space. Pups are too... clingy.”

“Remind me why we’re trying on clothes instead of swiping them?” asks Selim, watching as his magical companion samples a pair of tight-fitting pants that leave nothing to the imagination --- especially not his. Who knew dabbling in the arcane did a body so, so well?

Selim lounges in his seat, outstretching his limbs like his namesake species would. “You know, we could easily just vanish ourselves out of this dressing room and back to my place, and nobody would be any the wiser...”

The young red headed boy was fighting a smirk as Selim spoke about Bruce, and how Beau should try–as if he hadn’t already sampled the bat, but he played it up regardless with the other, liking how he was getting into it, “Does he look at me like that?” He said, biting his lower lip because that positioning was just what Beau had been aching for.

A low groan had left his parted lips the second that Selim was pushing into him, and he arched his back just enough to give room for the man to sink in. “Damn, you’re pretty thick yourself, kitty.” he said, groaning as he clutched the sheets tight and pushed back, trying to urge him in further. // @capriciouscatman

Selim smirks. “He’d never admit it, but Bruce secretly loves his network of hot-bodied, red-blooded boys running around Gotham, working in his image... there’s a special place in his bed for all of you. But right here, right now, you’re mine, Boy Wonder...”

“A cat burglar with publicity doesn’t sound like a particularly successful cat burglar.” Bruce’s breath hitched, fingers running down Selim’s back. The conveniently retconned location, the gala, devoid of life but for the pair of them. His hand took hold of Selim’s hip, the other continuing over the plump curve of his ass, fingers slipping between the cheeks. The tip of his middle finger pressed against his hole, holding him firmly in place while his lips ghosted against the top of his lover’s back.

“You could always give up the mask,” he considered allow, his finger probing now, curling just slightly to stretch him loose. “Maybe if I’m lucky, you’ll actually still be in bed when I wake up in the morning.” He let out a low laugh. “I’m never lucky.”

“Are you kidding? I’s the perfect cover, hiding in plain sight...” Selim giggles, letting Bruce manhandle him like the piece of meat he loved being for the Caped Crusader. He moans softly as Bruce prods at his hidden hole, knowing very well how easily his lover could make him purr like this. Good thing the rest of the partygoers at the Gala were ---presumably--- to occupied in their own affairs to overhear theirs...

He smiles --- fondly, even. “And give up the mystery? The danger? You love how I keep you hanging, Brucie,” Selim growls, his cock stiffening with a quickness as the older man works him open from the inside. “Are you gonna fuck me already or what? You know I’m not one for romance, honey... fuck me.”

“Who isn’t?”

“Well, first and foremost, you should know that I’m a cat with expensive taste. If you’re trying to woo me with gifts, I hope you’re already taken out a mortgage on that house of yours... assuming you even have one. But, I will say that money isn’t everything. If you’ve got a nice smiler, nicer body, and especially nicer cock, then maybe we should get talking...”

Cyrus watched him for a long moment before he rubbed his face and moved to sit back on the edge of the bed. He lowered his hand, offering it to the stranger before helping him sit beside him. “If I understand this correctly, all you want to do is have sex with me because you’re attracted to me physically, correct?” He asked, needing to know where he stood with him.

“That’s usually how it works, yes...” Selim explains, momentarily puzzled by this other man’s lack of comprehension on the matter. Guess he would just have to be educational tonight, as well. “Have you ever... done this before, handsome? Because I’m not sure I wanna be a teacher, but if you’re a willing student...”

Damian followed Selim with ease as he was pulled into the other man’s bedroom. The large bed spreading out in front of him as Selim gave him an order. Nodding in a trance he slowly began to strip free from his school uniform. Folding his jacket and shirt before moving down to his pants. He paused for a moment, fingers hooked in the waistband before deciding if they were going to do this he might as well not be shy. Looping his finger in his boxer briefs as well he pulled them off so that he was standing completely naked. “What would you like me to do next…”

“You didn’t have to get completely naked,” Selim chuckles, “but I’m not complaining...” Lord, what would Bruce think of his son following orders like this? Better yet, why did Selim kinda wanna tell him that they were doing this? Good thing he never claimed to be a role model.

He removes his shirt and tosses it aside, now standing in just his teeny-tiny briefs, which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “Get on the bed. All fours. Now.”