Sinful Flowers

With a growl, his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking and biting. The sensation caught her off guard, the sting feeling almost too good. The scream that had instinctively built up in her lungs, came out as a broken moan. Her back arched off the bed sheets, pressing her even closer to him. She didn’t even realize her grip on his hair had loosened. Le Paon took advantage of her distraction, his free hand reaching for her hand in his hair, roughly taking it and placing it above her head with her other hand, leaving her totally under his control.

And for once she didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

Instead, Chloe let herself get lost under his touch, finding some odd sort of satisfaction in pushing against him and being pushed back. Her hands begged to hold him, to feel him…to take him as he was taking her right now. But his grip overpowered her half-hearted attempts at freedom. And with his lips running down her chest, she didn’t mind being held captive if but for a small moment in time.

The anticipation thrilled her. Her eyes watched him, following the bright purple of his suit and red of his hair as it contrasted against the white of her sheets. Even in the darkness, he was muted in shadow yet still vivid and kaleidoscopic. That’s all he was, a bright burst of colour, painting her world with one hand and tearing it apart with the other; brushing kiss after kiss against her, when just hours prior they had been trading blows and punches, chasing one another on the rooftops of Paris, enemies out to stop one another.

This was wrong, her head screamed at her as another moan left her lips. To be so vulnerable in front of her enemy…nevermind the fact that he didn’t know it was her that donned the mask. Her head swam, still unbelieving at how it had come to this; this moment where he felt at home, marking her with his touch and making her feel invincible, yet all consumed by him.

He stretched out over her, moving himself lower, with his hands running down her arms, releasing her wrists. However, as if immobilized by some unspoken command, her arms stayed where they were, too distracted as his tongue ran up the curve of her breast until he captured her nipple with his mouth. She groaned, her hands gripping the sheets, twisting and tangling them even further. Her skin tingled against his touch, lighting on fire where his gloved hand squeezed her, while simultaneously sparking electric as she felt a rising heat build up within her being.

His teeth grazed her breast as he released her nipple with a gentle suck. She shivered, each touch a new sensation, each caress something she knew should be forbidden but something that felt too good to say no too. Her hands pulled on the bed sheets, and she didn’t even care as she felt them give, slipping off the edges of the mattress and rumpling in a pile above her head.  

Strong hands gripped her hips as his tongue ran trails across her skin, following each kiss he had laid upon her. Chloe felt restless, squirming and begging for more. Her thighs pushed together, rubbing uselessly in hopes of relieving any of the built up tension inside her. Instead, the action seemed to catch Le Paon’s attention and he growled, pushing himself up on all fours above her, staring down at her with fiery eyes. She froze, out of breath and undone by his glare.

He shifted, one of his knees pushing between her two legs and knocking them apart, and Chloe groaned as he pushed his knee up against her panties. Her body reacted in a way she’d never experienced before. Something about it scared her, but her fear was even more overshadowed by her curiosity. Her hips moved out of need, out of want and she ground back against him, moaning at the pressure, gasping at the almost heightened pleasure of it all. Her eyes closed as she felt herself get wetter and wetter.

She felt his hands grasp hers again, holding on tight and squeezing. She squeezed back just as hard, blinking up at him to catch his eyes tracing every inch of her, following the patterns of marks he had left behind and smiling darkly as she swayed her hips, arched her back, and did whatever she could to move against him more. He seemed to revel in her movements, watching her with eyes that burned redder than his hair.

Finally, when she let out a groan of pleasure, his expression darkened, seeming to have had enough of simply watching her and ready to taste her once more.

His lips crashed against hers, rough and strong and intoxicating. Chloe could do nothing more than moan as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. And just as quickly, with a hard bite on her lower lip, he moved downwards, re-releasing her hands and re-tangling them in the sheets. His leg against her moved away and she whimpered, gasping in need. But he paid her no mind, shuffling down the bed, pressing kiss after bite after lick against her.

And then suddenly, he paused as his tongue traced her navel, eyes glancing up at her with a flash. Chloe almost groaned, wanting to scream at him for stopping, wanting to reach down at pull him towards where she wanted…where she needed him most. But one look at him had her mouth running dry, her limbs seizing in place. His hair was messier than usual and she wanted nothing more than tangle her hands in it, to pluck that soft feather from behind his ear and make him feel as good as she was feeling now, to tease him as much as he was teasing her. His eyes narrowed at her as if reading her every thought and he grinned, all mischief and malice.

And then slowly, his smile fell, and Chloe’s eyes widened as she watched him, tracked his tongue as it swept across his bottom lip, ever so casually, but incredibly deliberate. A hunger within her buzzed. Heat collected in her abdomen and she could feel the dampness of her panties against her in a way she’d never felt before.

He kept his eyes on her as his gloved hands roamed her body, travelling up and down her thighs, pushing them apart in order to lie comfortably between them. When she felt his fingers skim along the edge of her underwear, Chloe had to bite her lip from crying out. Then, all to quickly, he slipped his thumbs under the waistband of her panties, and his movements slowed once more as he glanced up at her.

This time, when their eyes met, they both seemed to pause, watching each other with a silent question, breaths held on a precipice.

Whoever he was under the mask, she knew he was beautiful. His mask, simply twin shadows over his eyes, sparkled against his skin, accentuating the curve of his nose and the fire of his eyes. Perhaps in another world, or in a different time, he would have been hers and she would have been his, and they would have been happy together. But right now they seemed to know and both agree that what this was was only temporary. They were two lost souls undeserving of touch, of heart, of love, and so together they would burn such thoughts to ashes, burn themselves, and burn the world if they had too.  

After what felt like lifetime, Chloe made the smallest of movements, her chin rising and falling in the most subtle of nods.

He smirked and his hands pulled down on her damp panties. She squirmed feeling the air on her and sighing as he kissed down her legs, throwing her underwear over his shoulder once reaching her ankles, completely ridding her of her last remaining garment. Her hands tightened, grasping at pillows and sheets as he tracked kisses up the inside of her legs, slowly and teasingly. As he neared her sex, he slowed down, taking his time to suck hickeys into her skin, causing her to groan. When he bit her, she gasped, enjoying the pain far more than she ever would have expected.

Eventually, after moving up to her waist and leaving yet another mark, Le Paon’s hands reached around to hold her hips once more and she sighed at the touch, his gloved hands touching only skin.

She squeaked when one of his hands squeezed, pressing against her ass, before he wrapped his hands inwards, holding her inner thighs and presenting her to him. Chloe breathed in deep, blush lighting up across her skin as she trembled, suddenly shy and nervous at being so exposed. Nevertheless, after taking a moment to become more accustomed to their position, she raised her chin, arching an eyebrow at him as if to ask what was keeping him. Even maskless, Chloe Bourgeois tried to keep up the act.

This time, when his lips touched her, she screamed.

It was a huge contrast to his vice-like grip on her hips. His hands pushed her down against the mattress, trying to keep her still on his mouth as she broke beneath him. His lips were gentle but their effect sent shockwaves through her body. Her legs spasmed, kicking out erratically as his tongue ran up her skin that was already so incredibly drenched with arousal. She buckled; she twisted, grasping at air. Her hands reached for something, anything, and eventually settled, one tangling in her own hair, while the other grabbed at her heaving breast.

The only thing holding her still were his strong hands wrapped in a fabric too soft to be leather, soft, yet cold and almost metallic, something that she knew was magic. Its somewhat cool touch was a balm to her burning skin as he absolutely devoured her, licking up her folds and finding that sweet spot that when touched made her scream again.

No one had ever touched her like this and it was so new, so overwhelming. Her body and mind felt fractured. And she had no control as her legs fluttered. Her mouth opened in a moan only to burst with another shout as he flicked his tongue against where she was most sensitive.

“AH!” she panted, gasping as he went faster and faster and faster. Her mind shook just as much as her body, and she leaned her head back against the mattress, tugging on her breast with one hand while another scream ripped through her.

He stopped.

And the action made her want to scream in a very different way. Instead she settled for a gasp of surprise, moaning the words, “Don’t stop!” shaking her head back in forth, before leaning up to look down at him to see him staring up at her. She blinked, for a moment seeing a flash of turquoise before his eyes flashed danger and he pressed a hand down against her lower lips. She moaned once more and he watched her, gauging her reaction with a smirk, licking his mouth clean before biting down his lower lip.

“Ahhhhh,” she sighed, the touch of his glove on her soaked skin felt like ice on fire, and when he laughed, his warm breath fanned out against her, only intensifying the feeling. He seemed to enjoy watching her reaction, leaning down to run his tongue up the length of her and she gasped, her hand reaching down to grab his hair, a silent, begging command to keep him on her, even as she sunk deeper into the bed.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please, please, please,” she repeated like a prayer fast on her lips, a loud, desperate shout that petered of into a whimpered whisper as his tongue explored her inner folds. She leaned back against the mattress, squeezing her eyes shut to see nothing else but the look in his eyes from when he had stared her down, bright and fiery and red. Her hand found her nipple and squeezed hard, making her see stars. “Just don’t stop,” she whispered.  

Le Paon seemed to take the instruction well, his hands moving back to hold her hips, pulling her down the bed and closer to him. His lips wrapped around her and he sucked.

Chloe screamed louder.

She imagined it was what being struck by lightning felt like. She thought about their rooftop fights and felt that same adrenaline that coursed through her, those same heavy desperate breaths, but now even stronger, harder, and much more satisfying. She felt ready to combust, standing tall atop a tower and ready to fall, to break, to feel.

He sucked harder.

“Yes! T-there! Right there!” she shuddered, her back arching as she repeated herself over and over, her command coming off more as wish. “Right there! Yes! Just like that! Yes!”

Just as she was about to fall, he pulled back again and she sobbed, her legs closing against the cold air as both hands reached to grasp his hair, frantic to pull him back. But he resisted, grabbing back, pulling one of her hands away and locking it in his while his other hand reached to open her back up to him.

He growled at her, hands rough and calling her attention. Chloe shook her head in frustration. Her eyes closed as she tried in vain to catch her breath.

And then like simmering, hot magma, his deep voice reached her ears. “Tell me you want me,” he spoke, the sound sending sparks of pleasure through her. It wasn’t a request. And his hand ran over her, a finger poised at her entrance.  

She moaned, shaking her head at the arousal building up inside her. Her body wailed at the emptiness inside her.

“Say it,” he repeated, more harsh. Yet the kiss he pressed against her was far too gentle in comparison, a vast difference from the brashness of his demand. And with a glare and a smile he swiped his tongue against her clit once more. It felt like the crack of a whip against her skin.

“Ahhh!” she moaned, shuddering, her hand gripping his helplessly. “Fuck.”

He smiled against her, backing away and nipping against the skin of her inner thigh.

“No, no, no, no…” she pleaded, her head shaking from side to side. “I-I…”

“Say it.”

“I need you,” she finally said, her mind screaming.

“Beg for it,” his smile flashed in her mind as she squirmed, his finger pressing into her.

“Ahhh,” she gasped, and then his finger backed away. She sputtered.

“Beg,” he said, the edge in his voice threatening that he wouldn’t ask again, and she crumbled at the thought of him leaving her like this, sweating, moaning, and on edge. The thought made her legs clamp around him to keep him close, but he merely pushed back, hands pushing against the rising hickeys on her skin.

“Please, oh please, oh please,” she gave in, easily. Her hands on him tightened, his silky red hair not an anchor enough for her. “Please, please, please!”

She lost count of her whimpers, deaf to her own moans as he caressed her again, his hand returned to tease her before a finger slipped into her core and she buckled. Le Paon paused, watching close, following every reaction as he filled her.

When finally, after a few frozen moments, she let out a sigh of pleasure, he continued, pulling in and out of her in a rhythm of his own making. His tongue flicked, tracing, and circling over her folds before his mouth engulfed her completely, sucking her clit and making her convulse. That growing need bloomed within her, a rising fire that was blazing at every spark he gave to her.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned, over and over and over, almost bawling as he added another finger inside of her, pushing into her again and again. “Yes!” she cried, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

And then as he licked another stripe against her, that pressure within her built up within her once more, pushing her higher and higher. Her breath was a dream that she would never catch again and her legs shook violently. She bit down on her lip, her moans dying off as she was completely overwhelmed by his touch. What felt like another scream inside her, burst out as a tremor, blazing across her and tearing her limb from limb in absolute bliss as she sighed in a mixture of relief and agony.

Out of breath and boneless, she feel back, her moment of ecstasy reached in a second of silence before another string of words feel from her lips. “Ahhh! Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she panted over and over, even as his mouth moved against her, before using the last of her breath to voice out a long winded, “Fuuuuckkkkk.”  

“Fuck?” Le Paon’s voice asked, and she opened her eyes to see him smile, pushing to crawl back over her. His lips brushed against Chloe’s temple as her eyes fluttered shut, completely at ease and spent. He pressed against her and she could feel the hardness of him through his pants and she shuddered. His gloved hand reached to push her hair back behind her ear, his thumb tracing up the curve of her cheek, before bending down to whisper in her ear, “Anything for you, Queenie.”

Her heart stopped.

Chloe gasped, sitting up in her bed, eyes flying open in terror. Her breath escaped her as she blinked, eyes adjusting to the darkness. The feeling of her silk pajamas on her skin felt foreign and she shuddered. Her heart pounded in her chest, a sudden feeling of ice chilling her to the bone as she looked for him.

Her returning glare only fills him with more joy. He melts at her touch as she pulls him down once more to her lips.

And even with her lips on his, he can’t help but smile, his teeth meeting her mouth and she half-giggles, half-grimaces at him, eventually giving up, trailing kisses down his neck. Her hands are fast, pushing his cardigan off his shoulders. He laughs, shrugging it off and she seems to take the gesture well, hands re-tangling into his hair and pulling him back to her lips. He gasps at the pain and pleasure, something that she seems to revels in, and her grip eventually lessens as his tongue makes its way past her lips.

When she sighs, Adrien feels his body light aflame.

Marinette seems to feel it too, the sudden overwhelming burn that flickers between them, heated embers ready to reignite once more, to be consumed in each other’s arms, caught in an inferno, hot and blazing. Despite the cold winter night outside, he feels the slide of sweat, the heat of her breath, and he suffocates under the sparse few layers that still remain on him. It’s a problem Marinette has no qualms about dealing with.

Her small hands find their way under the hem of his shirt, pushing the fabric up, pressing against his chest. She pulls back, frantically tugging, trying to take his shirt off completely, but Adrien cannot keep himself away from her, unable to pause long enough to remove his clothes. Instead he kisses along the curve of her freckled cheek. Pushing his own cheek against her.

“Minou,” she whispers, voice rough and wanting. The sound of her panting breaths sparks pleasure within him and he purrs, kissing against her hair until he finds her skin once more. He licks, teeth catching gently on her earring. His hand slides down under the waistband of her pajama shorts and presses against her, satisfied to feel wetness on her panties. “M-minou…” her breath catches, “Ahhh…”

With a playful nibble to her earlobe, Adrien leans back, resting his weight on his knees, finally allowing the motions as together they rid him of his shirt and the last of Marinette’s clothes. She licks her lips and Adrien tracks the motion as she sits up, hands immediately reaching for his belt while she trails kisses across his collarbone.

He shudders, feeling himself twitch as her hands teasingly push down his pants, carefully avoiding where he wants her so desperately to touch. Instead her fingers press into his hip bones, slipping under the elastic band of his briefs, and Adrien gasps, his own hands joining hers as they work together to take them off.

It’s a bit awkward, since the folded up futon doesn’t allow for a lot of space, and neither seem to want to part long enough to undo it. It’s made all the more harder as Marinette seems determined to distract him as he tries to untangle himself from his pants caught along his ankles. She peppers his skin with kisses, reaching up to pull him back towards her eager lips, and soon her warm tongue is in his mouth, tantalizing, smooth, and wonderful. He shimmies, kicking off the last of his clothes, making them equals in states of dress… or as the case is, undress.

He groans when she finally touches him. Her hand wraps around the base of his cock and squeezes ever so lightly, as if he isn’t already hard and wanting. Adrien leans forward wanting to swallow her cute giggles, but Marinette moves, evading his lips and fluttering kisses along his cheek as her hand slowly moves up and down his dick. Adrien’s hips automatically push forward at her touch, wanting more, needing more friction as his breath gets heavier and heavier.

Her thumb swipes along the the head of his cock and he trembles as she spreads out his precum along this length. She gives him one final squeeze before moving her hands to his chest, pushing him back as he tries to push her back to lie down. It’s a losing battle though, and Adrien is slave to her every move, reluctantly moving back and hoping to be awarded swiftly for his efforts.

“Sit, Chaton,” she whispers before capturing his earlobe in her mouth. Adrien moans as he moves, caught under her spell. He pulls her with him, hands on her hips as he sits up on the futon, leaning back and gasping as Marinette smoothly shifts with him, straddling his lap and settling her weight down on him.

He feels her heat, her slickness against him, and he groans as she moves her hips, pressing herself against him, sending shivers of pleasure through his entire being. She balances herself atop him with a hand on his shoulder, while her other hand tangles in his hair. With a firm and equally rough tug, she brings him back to her lips, swallowing his gasps and smiling when his dick twitches beneath her.

She teases him with another circle of her hips, arching her back before reaching between them to bring the tip of his dick against her, running him along her slit and up to her clit with a satisfied hum. Adrien shakes in his self restraint, gasping as she bites down on his lower lip. His grip on her hips intensifies. And his nails have surely left indents on her plush skin before he remembers himself and lessens his hold.

With a sigh, Marinette pulls away from him as she angles his dick just right, pressing the tip of him into her. She bites at her lower lip as she takes him further inside her. Adrien shudders, wanting nothing more than to thrust up to meet her, to push her down onto him, fast and quick, but he controls himself. Instead he takes advantage of her exposed neck, lavishing kiss after kiss after bite against her, marking trails across her skin.

“Adrien,” she moans as he continues to worship her skin. Adrien feels her slide further down and he groans. She is hot, fire, and soft all at once. And in a slight whisper, she slowly sinks down even further, each breath a chant of his name, one that Adrien answers with ease.

“I love you,” he sighs as he watches her.

She whimpers, sitting up straighter and pressing her chest against his. Her head leans down towards him as she slowly opens her eyes. They sit like that for a few silent moments, staring at each other, and when she moves Adrien can feels the her lips on his cheek, her words a hot breath on his skin.

“Ah, I-I,” she bites her lip again, head tipping back as she presses down, taking him in, slowly until he is fully inside of her. “I love you,” she whispers with a sigh, leaning her forehead down against his. Her hands press against his shoulders, smoothing up across his skin. Her touch is soft and hot, each caress sending shivers down his spine as her arms wrap around him.

Her hips sway with the words, drawing a gasp out of them both. And Adrien can feel his control begin to slip as he slowly starts to move to meet her, his body almost shaking from staying still for so long.

She presses another kiss to his ear, whispering sweet nothings as they continue to move, creating a steadily building rhythm between them.

Adrien’s heart melts as his body is lit aflame, he feels her settle, hugging him towards her body as her breaths come up in desperate pants. With a subtle move of her hips, she grinds against him and they both groan at the movement, at the change of angle that allows him to hit that just right spot inside her for a moment before she moves again. Adrien can feel her arms tremble around his shoulders.

With his hands on her hips, Adrien takes over for a moment, pulling her forward and back, shifting her up and down until he finds that spot once more, listening for her reactions until her heavy pants turn into moans of his name…

His other name.

“C-Chhaaahhhaattt…” Her mouth hangs open in a broken gasp, while her nails scratch down his back. Adrien smirks at the sound, repeating the motion over again and again, until he can’t take it anymore.

His heels push against the ground as he thrusts up.

The sound out of Marinette’s mouth borders a squeak and a scream and she buries her face into the crook of his neck. Her hot breath brushes against his skin, only to be chased by her hungry lips. She licks her way up his neck and peppers kiss after kiss against his jawline before Adrien tilts his head to recapture her lips with his.

He swallows her moans with each thrust, wondering what name is on her tongue now as he strokes it with his own. She breaks away with a gasp and he follows her, biting down on her lower lip before she arches backwards, her hands gripping on his shoulders in desperation. The movement pushes her breasts towards him and he takes advantage of the position. His hands on her move, one supporting her back is she dips backwards, while the other reaches up to one of her breasts, playfully squeezing as he places kiss after kiss along her chest.

“Ahhh,” she sighs, as he captures a nipple with his mouth. His hand pinches at her other side, as his tongue swirls against her skin, tasting her sweet sweat. With his next thrust, he sucks against her and she yells out once more.

“Adrien!”

He smiles at the sound, laving up each moan as her chest rises and falls. He chuckles at the thought of what name he can get her to say next and what action will get her to call him Chat Noir once more even without the mask.

He glances up as a sudden thought passes through his head. Marinette’s head is still thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed and mouth open just so, her skin is flushed, her neck and chest spotted in freckles and marks of his own doing. He smirks before biting down gently on her nipple.

Immediately he feels the shudder that runs up her body, hears the gasp that leaves her lips. And when her hands find themselves buried in his hair, he is the one that feels the shock when her grip tightens and she pulls a little too hard. He groans at the pleasurable pain.

She’s leaning so far back now, and he is tugged forward by his hair. His hands grasp her hips once more for balance pulling her back onto his lap even as he pushes up into her. Her grip loosens as he sets the pace once more, this time faster, harder, rougher. She leans back forward until her mouth is on his once more, tongue pushing past his lips in desperation.

With a sudden push, Adrien feels his back hit against the futon and Marinette uses him as leverage to push herself up and down, following her own rhythm against his sporadic thrusts. Adrien grits his teeth, almost rendered useless as her body clenches around him in the most wonderful way. With each moan, Marinette moves faster, bouncing atop him and he can do nothing more than sit there, hands glued to her hips. She sets a pace that has Adrien’s nails biting into her skin as he tries to last under her.

She uses the momentum and her hips to continue the movement, her ass slapping down on his thighs with each bounce and his mouth recovers her nipple, sucking hard. “Ohhhh…!” she sighs before moving even faster.

His tongue circles around her breast and she shivers, losing her rhythm slightly before Adrien sets it once more, pulling her up with his hands on her hips and pressing her back down just as quickly.

“Yes! Oh my God Adrien!” Marinette moans as she seems to quickly recover, moving now with more vigor. “Yes! Just like that!” She presses her weight onto her knees, allowing her more control as with each bounce she gets rougher and rougher. The futon beneath them shakes.

“Mari, oh fuck!” Adrien grunts. His grip on her hips now useless as she takes control, riding him fast and hard. He feels himself reaching closer and closer to his limit.

Marinette doesn’t seem to notice. “Mmhmmm!” she hums as she increases the tempo, taking advantage of the muscles formed from years leaping across the rooftops of Paris. The old wood floor creaks, yet the sound goes unnoticed, drowned out by their moans.

“Faster!” Marinette pants, even as she sinks down on him once more. “Ahhh, Chat!”

Adrien groans, thrusting up into her, closing his eyes as he almost loses himself in the pleasure of her. He sees white; he sees stars; and even with his eyes closed, he sees her and only her. His muscles clench as he moves at her words, determined to last a little longer, to bring her over the edge with him.

“Ah!”

Adrien’s not sure who made the sound, him or Marinette, it’s mostly likely both of them, but instead he has half a mind to flip them over so he can really show her how much faster he can go. However at the touch of her nails against his back, he’s held back from doing so as she continues to move against his thrusts. She’s shaking, he’s shaking, the entire studio feels the aftershocks of their movements. He feels the wave that passes over her as she shudders around him, as her moans and shouts echo off the walls, mixed in with his own groans as they lose themselves in their passion—

—and that’s when something snaps.

Lost in each other, the pair quickly come back to earth when Marinette’s futon unfolds, collapsing with a sudden crash. Its back unfolds, flattening out and sending Adrien, who was leaning against it, backwards, falling down upon the mattress with a surprised gasp.

Marinette falls against his chest, utterly spent, but just as surprised as they lay there for a moment, her warm breath heavy as the sweat on their bodies cools.

“Wow,’ she gasps finally, pressing a kiss on his chest, followed by a shy giggle. “Wow!”

Adrien places a kiss against the crown of her head, breathing in her scent and smiling. She shifts slightly, raising her head to look up at him with a smile before they burst out with laughter.

“God, that was amazing,” she finally says in between catching her breath.

Adrien nods in agreement. “You’re amazing,” he adds before leaning to kiss her cheek, “…and you also need a new bed.”

She leans up and pouts cutely at him. “A bed would take up too much space.”

He wraps an arm around her. “You know…“ he pauses, looking down at her shyly to gauge her reaction, “I have a bed.”

“Yes…” Marinette replies, her eyes shrinking in suspicion just a bit. “I’m quite familiar with it.”

Adrien laughs.

“Well, since you’re already familiar… why not just move in with me? My bed would love to have another roommate!”

Marinette smiles before catching the sincerity in his eyes. She stares at him for a moment in consideration, glances around her apartment with a frown. “I’ll think about it.”

Adrien smiles, it’s much more of an answer than he’s ever heard and he’s always been an optimist. He glances down at her lips. “How about you let me convince you?”

“Hmmmm?” Marinette hums, with an arch of her brow. “And how do you plan on doing that, Kitty?”

Adrien turns, flipping her under him on the mattress and stretching himself out overtop of her. Marinette let’s out a yelp of surprise before dissolving into giggles once more. But when her eyes meet Adrien’s she gasps, eyes darkening as he presses himself against her.

Her legs part in response and she lets out a soft gasp as Adrien teases her, licking a stripe up her neck before bringing his lips up to her ear.

His voice drops low and he growls.

“I can think of a few ways.”

He smiled into it, re-adjusting himself in his chair to meet her better. Her tongue swept across his bottom lip and he hummed, reaching a hand up to her face.

A hand slapped his away. And he felt her lips move against his to say, “You’ll get paint in my hair.”

He tilted his head to bring his lips off hers, their noses bumped and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“Then you shouldn’t jump me in my studio while I’m working,” he smiled.

She scoffed, “I brought you tea.” And she pecked his lips quickly before pulling back, placing a mug down beside his rinse water cup.

“Hey,” he pointed, “bad placement. Last time I mixed the cups up and drank paint water.”

Chloe laughed, picking the mug up and looking around for another spot to put it.

She bent down, placing the cup on the floor beside one of the legs of the easel. “Fine then your tea will be right here, getting cold as you paint away. There,” she said, turning with a bright smile. “Better?”

“Almost,” he replied reaching a long arm out to pull her down onto his lap.

“Nath!” she yelled, landing on top of him with a huff. Her back pressed up against his chest and she crossed her arms in mock anger. “What did I say about the paint!!”

He chuckled, resting his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist for a gentle squeeze. His hand reached for one of hers and brought it up to his lips for a kiss. She turned to him, sticking her tongue out, and he laughed even more.

“Well, my love,” he whispered, gently pulling her blonde hair over her shoulder to allow him to kiss her neck, “sometimes sacrifices have to be made, for the greater good.” He kissed a gentle trail up to her jaw, finding victory as she leaned her head back to free up more space for him.

Then suddenly she was standing, easily escaping his gentle hold. She quickly got up and turned. Sitting back down on his lap to face him. Her legs framed his own as the chair rocked.

“Well I guess if it’s for the greater good…” she spoke in a hushed tone, one that only he seemed to be able to get out of her. He smiled up at her and her lips were back on his once more.

Her hands spread out against his chest, smoothing out the fabric of his wrinkled shirt with a sigh, reaching their way up to his shoulders, until eventually finding their way into his hair.

She giggled, at the feel of dried paint in his hair; leaning back, she kissed his nose.

“What?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

“There’s paint in your hair.”

It was a mess; his ponytail was barely held together. So she reached up to undo it, looping the elastic around her wrist.

He shrugged, “Occupational hazard.”

She gave him a deadpan stare. Looking down at her shirt, she saw all the splotches and stains of paint, before replying, “Tell that to my top.”

He tilted his head, looking her up and down. She blushed under his stare, watching his teal eyes inspect every inch of her. “Well,” he said finally, “we can just get rid of it?”

Chloe raised a brow. “Is that so?” she asked, looping her arms around his neck.

“Yes,” he said, “as a matter of fact…” Wrapped an arm around her, he held her steady as he leaned forward towards his paints, dipping his fingers in the splatters still left on his palette. He smiled wickedly as he resettled them back on his chair.

“Nath…” she eyed him suspiciously.

He stared at her, smile still present on his face as he brought his hand to her skirt. Pinks, greens, and blues, smeared over the black fabric. She glared at him, trying to look angry even as she shared his smile, leaning in to recapture his lips with hers.

He held on, a hand on her hip as he reached his other hand up to the back of her hair. This time she didn't pat his hand away.

After few more heated moments, Nathanael felt her teeth nip at his bottom lip. Her hand reached up to brush his hair back behind his ear as she pulled away.

She stared down at him, her blue eyes sparking brightly, the blush on her cheeks mirroring her reddened lips. “Hmmmm,” she muttered, “guess the skirt has to go too.”

He nodded in total and absolute agreement.

“You know this means you’ll have to take me shopping this week, yes? I heard that there—Eep!” She was cut off with a kiss, a deep and passionate one as Nathanael silenced her with his tongue.

He pulled back, bringing a hand up to her face. His thumb brushed blue paint across her cheek, while his other fingers striped colours into her hair. She didn’t seem to mind in the slightest as she leaned back down to answer him with another kiss.

Her lips were soft, smooth, and gentle, passing over his with the slightest of gloss, tasting sweet as honey. Nathanael held her, opening his mouth at the touch of her tongue and groaning as she pressed against him. Her hands tangled in his hair and his likewise followed pushing her golden locks behind her ear and following down the curve of her neck. She was so warm and hot. And with each breath he felt her move closer and closer, feeling her through the layers of their clothing between them drove him mad, wanting nothing more than to rip them away, but also not wanting to move away from her touch.

Still straddling him on his studio chair, her hips moved agonizingly slow and Nathanael broke away from her lips with a gasp. He leaned back in pleasure as she ground against him, bringing her body close as her lips made their way down his neck. 

He groaned. And in response Chloe ran her hands down his chest, sneaking them back up under his shirt when she reached its hem. Her hands were ice against his heated skin and he shivered as she dragged her nails above his thundering heartbeat.

She paused to sit back, her weight being placed more onto his thighs. He almost whimpered at the lost of contact, but instead he fought back the urge and smiled as she smirked down at him, caught under her spell, completely enchanted. With a wink she was quickly lifting his shirt up and over his head. And he did his best to assist, raising his arms until she had successfully thrown his shirt across the room.

Almost immediately her lips were back on him, her hands braced on his shoulders, her perfect manicure biting into his skin. The chair teetered off balance for a moment, though they didn’t seem to mind—or even notice. Naturally, they found each other and righted themselves, a perfect balance, right on the edge of disaster.

Her hands ran through his hair, pushing it away and off his neck, allowing her access as she dove in once more, sucking, licking, and even grazing her teeth across his skin. She ventured as far as his collarbones before teasing her way back up to his jawline.

And then her lips latched onto his pulse, sucking hard. Nathanael moaned loudly, both hands grabbing onto her hips as his body involuntarily thrust up against her. Chloe hummed at the shock it sent through her veins and she buzzed in excitement. She pulled harder at his skin, enjoying every reaction, until finally she let go, sliding her tongue across her handiwork. Nathanael let out a breath, caught between a gasp and a plea for more.

"You like that?” she asked deviously as her nose traced a crooked line up the curve of his neck.

He sighed, slowly nodding as she added a gentle peck atop his reddening skin. His eyes blinked open to stare blankly up at the ceiling. With another rock of her hips against him, he was quickly reminded of her teasing and in response his hands on her flexed, holding her closer and closer to him.

“Not as much as you,” he retaliated. His grip tightened in her skirt, smearing more paint across the fabric as it gathered up. It rose much higher than its original design, revealing more and more of her smooth skin to him. “If last week is anything to go off of...”

Chloe pushed her palms against his chest, knocking him against the the back of the chair. Staring down at him, in his shirtless state, she tried to gain power in their present position. However, she wasn’t able to stop the blush that rose to her cheeks at the memory—to all the bottles of concealer she needed in order to leave the apartment.

“You’re such an ass,” she glared, her blue eyes a harsh steel compared to the ocean of his own.

Everything besides her sewing supplies had been purchased and arranged to save on space. A comfy plush couch in the center of the room, doubled as a pull out bed and the major selling point of the studio—besides being an apartment in the city that she could actually afford—was the wall of cupboards that was most likely meant to be a pantry for the kitchen, but for Marinette the storage was mostly for clothes, muslin, and materials of all sorts.

She smiled to herself has she angled the wreath on her door just right, trying to get it to balance on the random hook that was already there. The wreath itself was made with scrap pieces of fabric, bright shades of pink peeking up from beneath layers of green. Once secured, she glanced around her studio, her hands on her hips in triumphant determination, before a small meow at her feet caught her attention.

“Oh, I’m sorry Minou!” she said, bending down to meet the small ball of fluff at her side. She ran her hand through the kitten’s soft fur, delighting in his gentle, scratchy purr as his bright green eyes fluttered shut. Above her Tikki swirled in the air, a smile on her face as she landed on Marinette’s hand with a giggle.

“All he does is purr and sleep!” she said glancing between Marinette and the kitten.

Nodding with a laugh, Marinette picked up the tiny cat, watching in wonder has he fell asleep in her arms. With a wink, she pointed out a plate of Christmas cookies on the kitchen counter to her kwami. Tikki made a squeal of excitement before zooming off in that direction.

Marinette cuddled her with her kitty for a few more moments, before gently depositing him on the plush cat bed by her desk. Without looking up, she called out to Tikki with a sigh, “He is just the cutest!”

She jumped at the exaggerated gasp from behind her.

“Well, I see my greatest fears have been realized,” came an all too familiar voice from her window, “I have been replaced with the newer model!”

Marinette turned, greeted by the mischievous smile of Chat Noir as he sat lazily on her window sill leaning against its frame. His one leg dangled into her studio, while the other bent at the knee, his heavy boot on the ledge.

His acid green eyes seemed to focus on her, taking in her oversized sweater that basically covered her comfiest pajama shorts and her knee high socks. She felt a small rush of embarrassment under his gaze but squashed it down as his eyes flickered on, scanning the rest of her apartment with a nod, eyes locking on the bare tree set to the side before turning back to her once more. His smile took on a different expression, somewhat shy as he cocked his head to the side. “You waited for me!” he said in wonder, looking all too innocent for a grown man in a leather catsuit.

Marinette laughed, trying to ignore the blush rushing to her cheeks, “I said I would!”

“Well I appreciate the gesture.” he said as he slid off the sill, closing the window behind him before standing tall. He stood framed with the window behind him and city lights setting him aglow, playing a light show against the patina of his suit.

“Now, tell me this Princess,” that mischievous smile returned, and Marinette squinted, her guard already up in preparation for whatever flirty line or awful pun was about to be thrown her way. If she was wearing her spots, she would be reaching for her yo-yo about now.

Chat Noir didn’t seem to notice her look of premature condemnation, instead gesturing up to the tree before saying, “Shouldn’t you be on top the tree?”

Marinette stared at him in confusion. A few moments of silence passing, filled only by the soft lull of a sleeping kitten in the background and the rise and fall of Chat Noir’s suggestive eyebrows.

And then it hit her, and she groaned, her hand smacking against her forehead in defeat.  

With pointed claws Chat Noir winked her way, ignoring her reaction and explaining himself anyways, “You know…cause you’re an angel!”

Arching a brow, she walked over towards him, half impatient at his lateness and half hoping to shove him out of her window for being such a flirt. “Very smooth,” she said dryly, a hand running up his chest.

A shift in the air signaled as Chat Noir leaned down as if called by her touch. She smiled ruefully at the low rumble murmuring quietly under her palm, excited by the effect she had on him. He leaned down as she stood up taller to try to meet him, their warm breaths meeting in the space between them.

‘Hmmmm,’ he hummed before backing away, leaning back against her window before glancing up. Marinette’s eyes followed his, locking on the garland bordering the frame. “As smooth as hanging mistletoe above my window? Princess!” he gasped dramatically, “If I didn’t know any better I would think you were trying to seduce me!”

Marinette frowned, a little annoyed at the stolen moment. “You do know that’s holly, right?” she asked.

“What?”

“That’s holly,” she continued, hand pointing to the red and green along her window, “Mistletoe is like a weird leafy pine cone with white berries.”

Chat Noir looked almost offended, his expression shocked combined with confusion. “A pine cone!?”

“No, well…” Marinette pursed her lips, “Not a pine cone really, but like I always see it arranged like one! In these weird bunches or some times just a random sprig.”

Chat Noir nodded, his eyes narrowing as he raised his chin. “Right, sure…holly, huh?” He reached up to pick a red berry from the leaves. He licked his lips, eyes darkening as he leaned in close to Marinette, his lips but a whispers breath from hers, and again he leaned back, much to Marinette’s frustration. “I’m sure it’ll taste a lot like mistletoe to me,” he winked.

“And how the hell, do you know what mistl—”

She was caught off guard as he popped the berry into his mouth. It was a move that came off as much too sexy for her liking, but looking past the taunting curve of his lips, Marinette immediately reached forward, squishing his cheeks with her hands.

“OH MY GOD! DON’T EAT IT! SPIT IT OUT!”

With wide eyes, Chat Noir spat out the piece of holly, tongue sticking out and sputtering. “Mistletoe does not taste good,” he grimaced.

“Holy shit, Chat, I’m pretty sure those berries are like poisonous or something! Do you just stick your tongue on everything before even thinking?”

Chat Noir paused for a moment, staring off into space before shrugging, “Yeah…kinda.” Marinette glared. “What?” he asked, “It’s all apart of my charm, no?”

“No,” Marinette answered flatly. “The guy at the pet shop told me to be careful with the Christmas decorations. I think those berry things are poisonous for cats!”

“Oh…well fuck, it didn’t taste good either!”

Hitting her forehead once more with her palm, Marinette sighed, “I can’t believe that you are more of a handful then an actual kitten.”

“Well…” he said, “I would wager, I’m much more than a handful, if you know what—”

Marinette pressed a finger to his mouth, “Shush, you!” before balking as he kissed her fingertip, his red tongue flicking out for a moment to brush against her skin.

“Ugh! Will you stop!” she admonished him, fighting back against the slight buckle of her knees to stand tall.

“Well…a kiss under the mistletoe…? That’s what you wanted, right?” he shrugged, “Perhaps that was too unconventional…” He stepped close and wrapping his arms around her waist. She gasped as she was pulled flush up against him, feeling the cold, crisp night air on his suit. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as his gaze bore down upon her. “If you want a kiss, you only need to ask!” he finished, pursing his lips.

She caught him off with a finger pressed this time to his nose, pushing him back as she stepped out from his hold. “For the last time, Chaton, it’s holly!”

“Mistletoe,” he answered back.

“Holly!”

They glared at each other before somehow finding themselves on her couch, Marinette with her laptop and Chat Noir with his baton, both searching up the difference between holly and mistletoe.

“See!” Chat gestured, scrolling through a plethora of pictures showing green leaves and red berries. “Mistletoe.”

“Ugh, Chat,” Marinette sighed. “It is such a rookie move to go straight into the image search. Here,” she read aloud from the current page she was on. “The major difference between holly and mistletoe is that holly leaves are glossy, stiff, and spiky.” She emphasized this point by waving a piece of holly they had plucked from her window for research purposes. “Mistletoe, on the other hand, has soft and fuzzy leaves with light green-yellow berries.” She glanced up to Chat’s stunned expression. “Well…?”

He reached out, gathering the sprig of leaves from her hand and inspecting it as if he were studying the stars. “Holly shit,” he finally whispered in defeat.

Despite herself, Marinette giggled, and the sound brought a sparkle to Chat’s eyes. He leaned in closer, moving to sit close beside her on the couch and glancing down at the webpage on her laptop.

“Are we sure we can trust this…” he squinted at the screen, “‘Christmas Experts dot com’?! Where are their sources?!”

“They have better sources than you, I’m sure!” Marinette countered, leaning back as Chat reached for her laptop. He eyed her cheekily before grabbing her around the waist, his claws tickling her over her sweater.  

“Ah! Chat!” she squealed as her laptop was closed shut. She ended up sprawled out, lying on the couch cushions, with Chat Noir above her, her laptop fast forgotten, closed and wedged in between the pillows.

Marinette gasped as he pressed down against her, this time his suit felt like fire against her, warmed by her touch and sparking desire within her. Her small studio felt considerably darker, whether by his presence or the dimming of her overhead fairy lights, she wasn’t sure.

And again the air heated between them, his intense stare almost too much for her as their comedic argument took a fast turn into something much different, so familiar and known. Nevertheless Marinette couldn’t help but flounder, drowning in his company, overcome with the irresistible smell of his cologne, and unknowingly leaning up towards him as her chest rose and fell in anticipation.

“I hope you don’t die from holly poison,” she whispered, half grimacing at her lack of finesse and flirtation. She needed to fill the air with something, she was just disappointed in herself that it was her ramblings rather then his moans. Despite that, she reached up to cup his cheek with a hand. The touch of his mask and skin was a balm to her worries.

“I’m sure, by your good graces, I’ll survive,” he said, catching her hand with his own and pressing a kiss into her palm.

She felt her heart stutter at the touch of his lips on her skin.

“Merry Christmas, Princess.”

Marinette stared up at him, her free hand brushing his messy hair back, before reaching around to grab him by the back of the neck.

“Merry Christmas, Chaton,” she answered before pulling him down to met her. His lips were soft and his tongue was a mercy to all his earlier teasing. His hand still holding hers reached up above her head, pressing her hand into the cushions, squeezing her fingers as she tried her best to squeeze back. Her attention was much too distracted however as she sighed into another kiss, to which he quickly took advantage of, running his tongue against hers before smoothing over her lips.

Her hips rolled, brushing against something hard and trapped in leather. He moaned, pressing his face into the crook of her neck as they spent a moment to catch their collective breath.

Until finally, he continued on, touching kisses into her neck and along her jawline. She saw stars as she closed her eyes at the sensation. His hand reached under her sweater, ghosting across her stomach and pushing the fabric up above her bra.

When his tongue grazed over the shell of her ear, she let out a gasp, a moan, an eternal plea for more.

And more is what he gave her.

His hand holding hers let go, running down to her waist, claws biting into her skin while his other hand caressed her through the layer of lace on her breast. They broke apart for as short a moment as possible, only needing the time to rid her of her sweater.

When Marinette fell back against the couch, Chat Noir propped up above her once more. A shiver ran down her spine as his eyes washed over her, devouring her with his gaze alone.

And then his hands were on her again. She panted, as his thumb found her nipple under her bra, pushing the flimsy lace aside. The leather of his gloves was so satisfying on her bare skin and his claws were a bolt of lightning that followed. Her back arched at his touch and his other hand reached around her to unclasp her bra, which she immediately shrugged off.

Caught up in the adrenaline of it all Marinette paused, suddenly realizing how bare she was  before him. She blushed under him, holding back the urge to cover herself, but when she saw the awe in his eyes, all her concerns were fast forgotten and she was charged once more with lust. His hands were prayers against her skin, and his lips were sin, coaxing out moan after moan before he pressed his lips into the swell of her breast and she keened, her hand reaching too late to her mouth to stifle the sound. She could feel his lips curl into that damn smile he always wore, but she had no time to retaliate, instead she sank deeper into the cushions.

His tongue swirled around her nipple before capturing it whole in his mouth, sucking and nipping at her skin, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure. Her hands were frantic, reaching across the fabric of the couch for something, anything to grab, before settling in his golden hair. His lips kissed across the valley of her breasts, bestowing the same treatment along each patch of skin as a hand gripped her hip.

Marinette pulled uselessly on his hair, hoping to draw him back to her mouth. Instead, his assault continued, lips running back up her neck again, sucking and licking before pressing a not-too-gentle bite into the skin above her collarbone.

She screamed, barely able to hold herself back, her body writhing against his, her hand tangling in his hair and tugging.

“Ahhhh, A-Adrien,” she moaned, and his cat ears flickered happily at the noise. Her hands moved to clutch at his collar, desperate to pull it back, to undress him as he had undressed her, to unmask him as she had seen many a time, and to feel him inside her as they lost themselves in each other. “Release your transformation!”

He squinted from behind his glasses, feeling as if he were seeing Chat Noir for the first time in his life… but also not, because the similarities were all too clear now. It was all so obvious and it felt like a punch to the gut.

His hair… it was a bit different from his usual put together look, but it was still the colour of sunlight. His eyes were a venomous green, exaggerated by his transformation. The look he was giving him right now, however, was so soft, so shy, and so Adrien.

“Uhhh…” the man in front of him started, blush blooming out across the parts of cheeks not covered by his mask.

“Holy shit!”

Chat Noir—Adrien—flinched, taking a step back towards the window through which he came. He seemed to be on the precipice of of fleeing the scene or screaming. Eventually, he settled for an awkward shrug, raising his hands up, he said, “Surprise?”

“You’re Chat Noir?” Nino pointed towards the hero, as if he needed to clarify what was now so clear. He blinked as if it would help matters. The action only seemed to solidify what he now knew.

Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir.

“Uhhhh,” seemed to be the only syllable capable of leaving his mouth, a mouth that Nino couldn’t take his eyes off. Finally, Chat Noir closed his lips, swallowing the air stuck in his throat. It was an action that Nino followed closely, eyes darting down to his bobbing Adam’s apple.

Suddenly Nino’s mouth felt very, very dry.

“… no?” Chat Noir finished with a half-hearted wave, one that Nino recognized instantly.

“Oh my god, ADRIEN!?!” he yelled.

Chat Noir jumped again, bringing a hand to the back of his head—in such an Adrien way, Nino thought, still in disbelief. After a pause, the timid Chat Noir spoke up, “Well… yeah.”

Nino felt caught in a storm of emotions. His mind swam in an ocean of confusion as he tried to understand the situation. After months of dealing with Adrien’s constant absence, he had never suspected that he was merely out masquerading as one of Paris’ well-loved heroes. In fact, in the recent passing weeks Nino’s suspicions had lead him to thinking terrible things, thoughts that plagued him at every cancelled plan, every lonely night.

Which lead to this night. Holed up in his studio, Nino found himself drowning his frustrations in his work. The loud crash of percussion tried in vain to push back his worries, the booming of the bass did nothing to hold back his fears, and the tap tapping on the window had only set his heart into overdrive.

“When were you going to tell me?” he finally asked aloud, finally cutting through the silence.

Chat Noir squirmed, looking uncomfortable and conflicted. Out loud, he answered, “I—well, you see… it’s… it’s kind of complicated… I…”

He let his attempt of a reply dwindle into the space between them, not even coming close to a coherent answer, an answer that Nino felt he deserved.

Adrien was Chat Noir.

Chat Noir was Adrien.

The longer he dwelled on it, the angrier he became, a feeling that masked the hurt he felt in the moment. Nino was well known for being a calm, easy going guy, but the nausea in his stomach reminded him of another time when his emotions had gotten the best of him… and he didn’t need a manipulating butterfly this time to tip the scales.

“So what,” he muttered darkly, glaring at the man before him, who might as well have been a stranger. He crossed his arms, “did you just expect to lie to me forever? Like I’m some idiot?”

“No Nino,” Chat said, his shoulders slumped as he timidly stepped forward, “you’re not! But I couldn’t tell you! You were never supposed to find out—”

“Oh! Right… you just were going to keep lying! Making up excuse after excuse to ditch me!”

“No! That’s not what I meant—”

“You should’ve told me, man!” Nino yelled, he quickly caught himself, toning down his voice as he continued, “… don’t you think? I mean… instead I have to find out now!? At two in the morning with some dumb pick up line?”

“‘Dumb pick up line?!’” now it was Chat Noir’s turn to be offended, “That’s not what you said the first time I said it to you!”

“Yeah, well the first time you said it, you weren’t dressed in a goddamn catsuit, Adrien! I’m at work!”

“You’re always at work!”

“And you’re always out!” Nino gestured at him in his superhero attire. “And well, I guess this answers that mystery! A little head’s up would have been nice!”

“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this… and I’m sorry. I just wasn’t thinking!” Chat responded, has running through his wild hair. “But no one is supposed to know! I don’t even know who Ladybug is!”

Nino scoffed, looking at him as if he were crazy. “What do you mean!?”

“Our identities!” Chat continued, his voice rising as he took another step closer. “They’re supposed to be kept secret!”

“You don’t even know who Ladybug is?” Nino asked incredulously. In his mind he thought of all the videos on the Ladyblog of how close the two heroes were. In interviews they were always toeing the line of flirting banter and friendship and in battles they seemed to naturally work together as a team. The venom in Nino’s chest pricked in jealousy, rethinking each scenario with an unmasked Chat Noir—Adrien—in his place.

“Knowing who each other is…” Chat shook his head trying to find the right words, “it puts us at risk! Nino, knowing our identities… it’s a burden, it puts you in danger!”

“So it’s better to just lie to me then, huh?”

“No!” Chat Noir sighed, his voice sounding defeated. “That’s not what I meant…”

“Really? Well Adrien,” Nino emphasized and Chat Noir flinched at the name. “What did you mean? Did you mean to lie to me ever since the day we met?” Nino’s voice continued to get louder and louder, echoing off the studio’s walls. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been Chat Noir for… like what? seven years? And no one knows?”

Chat Noir nodded eagerly, hoping for some resolve to the situation. “Yes! No one knows!”

“Yeah, well, you not telling me, just means you’ve been lying to me.”

“To keep you safe!”

“Screw that!” Nino shouted and he paused, laughing in frustration. His hand reached under his glasses to rub at his eyes. “Holy shit, man!” Nino continued, thinking back over the years. “You saved me… all those times!? Oh my God, you said that stupid thing about my hat that one time! That was you!”

Chat sighed, “Yes, I know. I’m sorry I lied to you! But you have to understand, knowing that I’m Chat Noir… it’s dangerous! I don’t want you to be in danger because of me!”

“Dude, I live in Paris… I’m always in danger!”

“This is different though, Nino.”

“How the hell is it different?” Nino yelled, his arms waving madly in front of him, until he pointed a finger at Chat Noir’s chest. “I’m your boyfriend, dude!”

Chat Noir reached for Nino’s hand, probably in hopes to kiss their troubles away, but Nino wasn’t having it. He took his arm violently out of Chat Noir’s grip, stepping back and ignoring the hurt look on Chat Noir’s face.

“You think I don’t know that!” Chat Noir replied, stepping forward as Nino stepped back.

“Well,” Nino started, jumping slightly as he bumped into the mixing console behind him. Leaning against it, he continued, “Thinking about all the times you’ve ditched me or stood me up, I figured maybe you’d forgotten!”

“I didn’t forget Nino!” Chat shouted, “Damn it how could I? I love you!”

The soundproof studio became quiet again; filled with instruments of all sorts; random autographed memorabilia; complicated musical hardware; and two men caught in the crossfires of an argument that had come to a sudden lull. Chat Noir stood firm, staring at Nino with a look of longing that made his heart melt and he immediately regretted everything he had said that evening.

Slowly, with parted lips, Nino stood back up, his eyes wide and cheeks marked red, “W-what?”

Chat Noir took a tentative step forward, ducking his head shyly before his acidic green eyes burned through him. A clawed hand ran through his messy blonde hair and he licked his lips, a movement that Nino’s eyes immediately glued onto.

Standing a mere arm's length out of Nino’s reach, Chat Noir spoke in a slow, soft whisper, “I love you, Nino. And I would never want you to be in danger because of it.” His hand moved to caress Nino’s cheek and Chat gave him a small smile.

“I love you.” Chat said again, taking a unsure step forward with his heart on his sleeve and Nino could see him as clear as day. Under that mask, was Adrien, his boyfriend, his hero. At Nino’s lack of reply, Chat Noir frowned, visibly wilting before him. With a softer whisper, he tried once more, repeating himself with a dejected whisper, “I love you so mu—UMPH!”

Nino barreled forward, determined to take that look off of Chat Noir’s—no, Adrien’s—face. He grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling the hero forward until their lips met, crashing in passion and shock.

His lips were soft—just like Adrien’s. When Nino ran his hands through his hair it felt just the same, reminding him of early mornings and his unruly bedhead, of Saturdays spent playing the day away with videogames, or nights out at the club when he was set to perform. If he had any doubts that Chat Noir wasn’t Adrien, they were answered now—answered and sealed with a kiss.

One that he had no plans in ending soon.

When Chat Noir would try to speak, Nino would cut him off with another kiss, another way of whispering his innermost thoughts against his skin.

Their noses bumped against each other as their fervent movements intensified. When Nino finally came up for air, Chat wasted no time in trying to continue his interrupted musings, however even then Nino was relentless interrupting every word with another kiss..

“I—Wait!—Nin—”

Eventually mere kisses weren’t enough, Nino pressed on, pushing Chat Noir backwards, momentarily knocking him off balance until he collided into the studio wall. The hero gasped, and his mouth was immediately met by Nino’s tongue.

And Nino’s eyes closed in delight, revelling in the touch, savouring the taste. Very quickly he became enraptured in exploring every crevice. Still though, he needed more. And he wouldn’t be satisfied until every inch of his boyfriend was as unmasked, as he was now in his mind, free for him to devour.

Adrien, he thought as his hands ran down his black suit, feeling his frantic heartbeat beneath it. Chat Noir, he remembered as he grabbed a hold of his open collar, feeling the bite of the metallic zipper that ran down his chest.  

Stuck against the wall and Nino’s rough touch, Chat Noir tried in vain to get a word in between each kiss, each gasp, and each breath, but the best he could muster was a moan. Nino’s skillful hands continued to run over the ethereal material of Chat’s suit, and Nino delighted in feeling him shiver in response. One hand eventually reached up to tangle in his blonde locks, ruffling his already messy hair even further, while another pulled him forward at the hip by his belt.

“Wha—!” Chat Noir tilted his head back to evade another kiss. And instead Nino took advantage of his now exposed neck, kissing across his chin, his jawline, and finding satisfaction in the audible gulp that that travelled along Chat’s throat as he covered it as well.

Chat Noir’s unfinished sentence melted into another moan. And Nino smiled into his neck, as his hand on his hip slipped, grazing down the curves of his boyfriend’s ass. Anything Chat Noir had to say, came out in strangled breaths and weak whimpers; particularly when the grip on his backside intensified, bringing the two men’s hips together. Nino couldn’t help but groan at the contact, feeling Chat Noir’s hardness against his own.

The hand buried in Chat Noir’s hair pulled him forward, allowing Nino to recapture his lips, insistent, yet gentle. In response Chat Noir wrapped his arms around Nino, bringing him infinitely closer and finding solid ground in his embrace as his mind drowned in desire. A hand fisted into Nino’s open flannel shirt at the small of his back, while his other hand rested on his cheek.

They continued on, lips locked with searching hands, rediscovering each other’s touch after what felt like months of loneliness… cancelled dates, changed plans, music festival tours, working overtime… other priorities that pushed their focus away from their relationship.

Until finally, with another bite to his bottom lip—this one hard enough to gain another moan of pleasure out of Chat Noir—Nino broke away, only to kiss across Chat Noir’s cheek, his lips pressing across his mask and skin.

“Nino,” the hero finally gasped, chest heaving. His glowing green eyes were half closed, lips swollen and parted. He looked an absolute mess.

But at the desperate sound of his name, Nino stilled. Their mouths mere centimeters away from one another as they tried to catch their breath.  

The pair leaned their foreheads against each other, eyes fluttering closed as the sounds of their heavy, lusting breaths filled the room. Nino’s hand that had previously been gripping Chat Noir’s ass shifted, reaching for his hand in a suddenly gentle manner.

Finally Nino spoke, panting as he tilted, bringing his mouth closer to Chat Noir’s ear. “Sorry,” he breathed. His voice was rough and husky, blowing warm air that brushed against Chat’s face. The sensation sent shivers of electricity through them both. Their chests continued to rise and fall, until Nino ducked his head into the crook of Chat Noir’s neck. In a shy and quiet whisper, he spoke, “It’s just been awhile since I’ve heard you say it.”

Nino flushed, not just from their heated kisses, but now out of embarrassment. He felt like an idiot saying it, to sound so needy, but it had been so long since he had heard those words spoken out loud. Especially in comparison to the days where every greeting, every conversation, every kiss went along with the words, “I love you”—words that filled his heart with joy to hear from someone who was just bursting to say them.

But somehow, the words had pitter-pattered over time, without either of them even realizing, at least until the sudden void began to eat away at Nino and he was too cowardly to say anything about it.

And so Nino nuzzled into his neck, happy to find himself back in the arms of his love, even though the feeling of leather was still somewhat foreign. He was completely happy to adapt to the situation, happy to now have answers and some understanding to Adrien’s busy schedule, made even more busy by his responsibilities as Chat Noir. He was so caught up in this revelation that he didn’t even hear the the sudden growl catching in Chat Noir’s throat, a low, and deep murmur that vaguely sounded like the reverberations of a bass guitar.

Black leather gloves gently grabbed Nino’s shoulders, pushing him back to see Chat Noir’s wide-eyed gaze, full of wonder and concern. He reached a gloved hand up to caress the DJ’s cheek and in that moment Nino wavered, glancing down at the ground, blushing.

After a moment, his eyes looked back to the man in front of him. Chat Noir stared back, and Nino could see him mentally running through the past few months. They were both so busy, with Nino working around the clock, while Adrien was divided between modelling, school, and apparently saving the entire City of Paris on a weekly basis.

In the midst of their growing responsibilities, their relationship had hit a standstill, somehow getting lost and drowned in the mess of other priorities without them realizing.

Nino had long since noticed, and as he stared into Chat Noir’s neon eyes, he felt his expression begin to break, thinking about his sudden shouting tonight, something that he rarely did unless Adrien’s father was somehow involved. But now he felt himself overcome with emotions, clinging to the man in front of him as he tried to slow his frantic heart, to hold back the tears gathering in his eyes, to suppress the fervent fire deep within him.

And then Chat’s eyes sparked, burning in hunger, matching the feelings Nino felt boiling through him. His green eyes were fire and lightning. Nino gulped. It wasn’t a look he was used to receiving from Adrien, who was usually all smiles and kindness.

This man was all lust.

With a smirk that made Nino’s heart flutter, Chat Noir leaned forward. Their foreheads almost touched once more as he growled, “Well if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you.”

And then Chat Noir’s lips were on his again, fervent and unrelenting, pushing him back as his tongue ran along his bottom lip. Nino stumbled, but Chat Noir’s strong arms kept him standing. Nino could do nothing more but hold on, grabbing him by his broad shoulders and gasping as his back crashed into the switchboard.

As soon as his mouth opened, desperate for breath, Chat Noir was there, licking past his lips. Nino’s hand rose from his firm grip on Chat Noir’s shoulders to re-tangle in his blonde hair. Their tongues brushed against each other until Chat Noir left him panting.

“I love you,” he said as he kissed along Nino’s jawline.

“I love you,” he whispered in his ear, sending a chill down Nino’s spine.

Nino gasped for breath as Chat Noir made his way down his neck, nipping and kissing at his skin. He felt his pulse thundering throughout his body and his grip in Chat Noir’s hair tightened at the pleasure running through his veins. He felt like a candle and Chat Noir was the match, burning him, melting him, feeding him fuel as he sparked at his touch until he pooled into nothingness.

But when Chat Noir bit down on his collarbone over his shirt, Nino felt the beating in his ears explode, a crescendo of heat, of need, of want. He wanted him, needed him… all of him.

Nino let out a moan, shocking himself at how desperate and wanting he sounded. His body crumbled as he threw his head back in passion, savouring each touch, the hardness of Chat Noir’s teeth on his skin, the smoothness of his tongue that followed, and the sudden grip on his thighs as he was hoisted up and settled back atop the soundboard.

He knew better than to clamour up atop such expensive equipment, even as he felt himself push against random buttons—causing a soft tone of music to filter through the speakers, filling the small studio with smooth, dulcet tones—but Nino barely noticed. Instead he remained entirely focused on the man attacking him with his lips, with his clawed hands that dug into his jeans. Their mouths found each other once more and Nino whimpered at the feeling of a hand running up his shirt, the touch of leather on his skin and sharp claws grazing along his stomach.

“I love you,” Chat Noir repeated with a kiss to the corner of Nino’s mouth. In an incredibly sexy and graceful move, he kicked a leg out towards Nino’s work stool, pulling it towards them. Chat Noir reached down propping himself on one knee atop it. Nino followed, a hand falling atop the soundboard to prop himself forward, unable to have Chat Noir’s lips off his own for too long. Chat Noir smiled into the kiss, murmuring another quick “I love you” before their lips were pressed against one another.

The hand under Nino’s shirt teasingly rose, before sliding back down, those sharp nails causing Nino to squirm. He felt Chat Noir’s lips curl as he began to innocently peck little kisses along his lips.

“I love you…” he began again, leaning back for a moment to stare up at Nino’s blushing face.

“I...” he kissed Nino’s nose, laughing as it scrunched up and cutely made his glasses jump in the movement.

“Love,” he continued.

“You,” he finished. The clawed hand on his stomach dropped, and he reached towards Nino’s pants, slowly unbuckling his belt. Leaning back on the stool, Chat Noir pushed himself forward, between Nino’s knees.

He stared up at Nino, his hands poised above his jeans in question before reaching for one of Nino’s hands bringing it to his lips as he looked up through his blonde lashes, placing a delicate kiss on the back of his hand with a wink. Nino laughed at the gesture, until Chat continued to place kiss after kiss across his hand, and across his palm in a reverent manner that had them both blushing, before running his tongue up the length of his fingers and sucking.

As if that wasn’t enough, Chat’s other hand ran up his thighs, scratching against his jeans before reaching up to trace his dick through the material. Nino quivered in shock and Chat smiled bringing two fingers into his mouth. His tongue lapped wildly at his skin. With an open hand, he palmed Nino through his pants, causing him to tremble in his seat. Unsteady, Nino reached a hand out behind him to support his weight as he felt the world fall apart around him, his balance shifting as his head spun.

It was too much, so overwhelming and yet at the same time not enough and they both knew it as Nino panted out a desperate breath. Chat nipped the tips of his fingers teasingly.

“Adrien….” he gasped as the pressure on his dick increased, squirming in hopes for more. “A-Adrien, please,” he continued, begging in anticipation.

Chat Noir paused, dropping Nino’s hand and making him whine in frustration. He opened his eyes to see bright green and a mischievous smirk that made Nino forget that that was his boyfriend under the mask.

“You know…” the hero paused, running his fingers under the waistband of Nino’s jeans, “you can call me Chat Noir too… if you want.”

Nino felt his already flushed face heat up beyond measure and he jumped as Chat Noir brought his hands up the inside of his thighs. The slow movements of Chat Noir’s hands drove him mad and left him shuddering as his legs were parted further. Sharp claws tested the the fabric of his jeans, sending shivers down his spine at the sensation of a teasing thrill that was far too pleasurable.

His hand on the switchboard twisted, bumping a few more buttons and Nino gulped as Chat Noir popped open the button of his jeans. He ran his claws down the length of the zipper, before leaning back, running his hands over Nino’s thighs.

The soft melodious music that had been playing rose in volume, picking up in tempo until it completely drowned out Nino’s sighs of approval. It was quickly joined by a heavy bassline, one that buzzed and sent reverberations off the walls. Short chirps and blips from old sampled video games spun patterns throughout the beat, chiming in as a steady synth sound took control of the song, spinning webs and twisting into a refrain that pulsed alive through the air. Each sound burst kaleidoscopic against the back of Nino’s eyelids, each colour bright and vibrant and alive.

Overcome by Chat Noir’s touch and lost in his own song—one punctuated now with his own moans—Nino leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes shut… getting carried away in the rhythm of the beat of his heart thundering in his chest and the drumline clamouring out of the speakers… trapped in Chat Noir’s kiss as their lips met again and again… and consumed by each and every touch that left him breathless and safe in the knowledge that this was the man he loved.

And that no matter what he wore, be it mask or makeup, Nino would love him right back.

“Ah! Chat!” he moaned as hands passed over his hardness again, finally unzipping his pants. His dick twitched at the thought of feeling leather on him. It made him yearn, made him sit on edge of his seat at the mere thought of being at Adrien’s—no, Chat Noir’s mercy.

A hand reached into his boxers, and the feeling of cold leather was like nothing he could have imagined, smooth and ethereal in a way he couldn’t put into words. Nino groaned, gasping out expletives as Chat Noir squeezed his length. His other hand gripped Nino’s hip, holding him back from his need to thrust forward.

“Chat!” Nino yelled breathlessly, as a a thumb teasingly passed along the tip of his erection, “Oh fuck, Chat!”

“Hmmm,” the hero purred beneath him, “I love the sound of that.” And Nino grabbed onto the edge of the switchboard for support, opening his eyes for a moment to catch a wink sent his way. He groaned.

The rhythm of the music pulsed through him as Chat Noir brought his hand to his lips, licking his palm before grabbing Nino once more, gripping his cock gently, too gently… and giving a few experimental tugs.

It wasn’t enough.

“God!” Nino cried. “You’re driving me crazy, dude!”

“Wouldn’t want that now would we?” Chat answered darkly as he tightened his hold.

Grunting, Nino reached forward with his hand still damp from Chat’s earlier treatment, needing to pull him forward, to wrap him up closer, to press himself against him until there was nothing left between them.

Instead Chat Noir intercepted his hand, grabbing his wrist, only to again lick his way across his skin, making Nino shudder in his seat.

Once satisfied the hero brought Nino’s hand down to his hard cock, smiling as Nino arched a brow of confusion in his direction.

“Wha—?”

Nino blanched as Chat Noir wrapped the hand that had previously been caressed by his tongue over Nino’s dick, covering it with his own gloved hand.

With Chat’s hand guiding his own down his cock, the pair worked together to jerk Nino off. His mind swam through a maelstrom as the music beat out of the surround sound speakers of the studio. Nino didn’t even realize the volume of the music rising as his hand scrambled across the controls. Instead he was too focused on Chat’s grip around him, pumping him mercilessly and drowning out everything but the unbelievable rhythm Chat was setting. Nino tightened his fist around his dick and Chat followed, humming in delight as he passed his thumb over his tip, catching the dampness of precum spilling forth.

Chat leaned forward, kneeling a bit taller from his place on the stool. He brought his lips to Nino’s neck, where he slowly began licking his way down to his collarbone. Eventually his teeth caught in the fabric of Nino’s T-shirt and he playfully tugged on it as he continued to stroke him. His hand tangled with Nino’s as they rose and fell down his length.

Deep reverberations echoed throughout the studio as the sounds of his latest track picked up, causing Nino to shake as Chat latched onto a new patch of skin in the crook of his neck. He sucked hard, leaving Nino a stuttering mess. His own hand loosened, unable to keep up with Chat’s ever more frantic movements.

It felt so good. Too good.

And he wanted more—

—needed more.

“Chat,” he pleaded. “Please...” And his hand failed to hold on any longer, falling to his side in resignation.

Undeterred, Chat continued his strokes, working to spread Nino’s precum across his length, allowing his gloved hands to slide smoothly against him. He released his hold on his neck, licking over the spot with a smile before leaning back. Nino groaned at the cool air hitting the aching bit of skin. His chest heaved desperate breaths as Chat Noir sat a bit taller in the stool, hunching over to rub his cheek against Nino’s.

“What do you need, love?” Chat whispered as his brought his mouth to Nino’s ear. The action sent shivers down the DJ’s spine, only for him to yell out as Chat bit down on his earlobe. He huffed as Chat continued on, licking at his ear playfully and making his way down his jaw, settling into his neck and nuzzling against the collar of his shirt.

“A-anything,” Nino gasps, overcome with need, “just, uh-ah! Stop teasing me! I just need you!” And with that he reached out, grabbing the soft, blonde hair at the back of Chat Noir’s head, and yanking the hero towards him.

Chat had no time to answer, no time for a yelp of surprise to pass his lips before Nino was on him. He faltered, flailing for a moment, just about to tip over in the stool before he righted himself just in time, his grip on Nino balancing him.

Nino melted into the kiss as they locked lips. He hummed in knowing Chat was melting right along with him. Intent on returning the favour, he poured all his desire and want into each and every touch. He pulled on Chat’s hair, wanting nothing more than to mark his neck just as he knew his neck was marked already, but the hero was stubborn in forcing his tongue through his open, panting mouth. And for a moment Nino felt the hand on his dick loosen and in retaliation he bit down on Chat’s bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue across it.

This time it was Chat Noir who moaned, and Nino glowed in his achievement. They broke apart as Chat Noir gasped for air, running his tongue along his lips before pressing his forehead against Nino.

“I love you,” he said, as if to be sure that Nino knew. And Nino did. He hated himself for doubting it before, but if he was sure of anything, it was a short list that beat through his head on repeat: that this studio was soundproof, that Adrien was indeed Chat Noir, and that he loved him. He loved him so much.

And god was he hot.

So damn hot.

They panted, their mouths mere whispers apart as they fought to share the same air. Chat Noir’s free hand ran down from Nino’s hips, finding purchase in his thigh. He squeezed hard, his sharp claws biting through Nino’s jeans and causing him to jump in surprise. Nino could no longer hold back his cries, even as he bit down on his lip. They spilled out, short huffs of air and sounds of pleasure that left him shaking, mingling into the beat from the speakers. His dick in Chat’s hand twitched, and Nino groaned as Chat slowed down his rhythm.

And then to his utter frustration Chat paused, resting his hand and curling around the base of Nino’s cock for a few unbearable moments. Unable to stand the sudden lack of friction, Nino tugged roughly on Chat Noir’s hair in demand, in utter and broken need.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, blinking his eyes open to see Chat’s wide eyes staring at him.

“Sorry, I was just enjoying the show.” Chat answered innocently, bringing his hand up to caress Nino’s cheek. “Could you blame me for getting distracted?”

“Yeah, I can! Enjoy the show when I’m playing at a concert,” Nino laughed, partly irritated, partly amused. “Right now isn’t really the best time for an intermission! For fu—”

“You’re beautiful,” Chat cut him off with a gasp, a desperate whisper that felt like an arrow shooting straight through Nino’s heart. He stared down at Chat Noir in awe, mouth hanging open. His cheeks flushed at the look in Chat’s eyes. It was so naked with want and love and Nino wants to slap himself for not realizing sooner that this was Adrien. Now it seemed just so obvious. Ever the romantic, Chat ran his thumb across Nino’s blushing face, and Nino couldn’t help but lean into the touch.

“Dude,” said Nino, glancing down in shyly, despite his current state, “you’re a literal model… I’m not beautiful.”

But even before he finished his sentence, Nino caught Chat Noir shaking his head in disagreement. “No, Nino,” he replied, his thumb and forefinger squeezing around his dick. With a twist his hand, he reached down with his other fingers, pressing and massaging his balls. Nino cried out as his body lunged forward, desperately wanting to thrust upwards, only to be held back by the weight of Chat’s hand.

“Trust me,” Chat Noir continued, with conviction. The hero leaned back and staring Nino straight in the eye. Nino gasped, feeling like he was burning in the acid green in Chat Noir’s eyes. A rush of adrenaline washed over him as he watched Chat Noir’s pupils dilate. Instinctively they moved closer, utterly mesmerized by one another.

So close that Chat Noir’s lips were just grazing Nino’s as he whispered, “You’re beautiful, Nino. And I—”

“I love you!” Nino moaned in interruption as Chat Noir tugged against him, hand rising and falling up his shaft, picking up the pace, even faster than before.

“I love you, too,” Chat finished, smiling as he kissed Nino, swallowing each and every gasp and whimper. The hand on Nino’s dick twisted up and down, squeezing along his length as the two of them held on, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Nino blinked as his glasses fogged up, but didn’t mind as he got more and more lost under Chat’s attention. Soon he was nothing more than a moaning mess, barely able to return a kiss as Chat explored his mouth with his tongue.

“A-ah! Chat!” he cried, breaking away for a moment, Chat Noir didn’t miss a beat, running his lips across his jaw, brushing down his neck with a hum, before reaching up to Nino’s ear. With one final kiss, lick, and suck against his earlobe, Nino fell further and further. “I’m… I’m gonna—”

And then Nino was deaf to all else but Chat’s murmurings of “I love you”, murmurings that he tried his best to return as his body fell apart, until suddenly his whole body imploded into itself, constricting each and every muscle as he burst, broken yet whole, complete in Chat Noir’s caress.

Chat allowed him to lean back, happy to watch him fall apart. And Nino felt it, felt the pinpoint of his body clenching as it felt like his entire being was breaking. He gasped for air, grunting and shaking uncontrollably as his grip on the tangles of Chat’s hair and the table below him tightened. Muttering a stream of “thank you’s” mixed with expletives and “I love you’s”, Nino came. The sounds were music to Chat’s ear and Nino groaned at a pleasure that was too much, too good, and too distracting for him to notice Chat flinching backwards.

Instead Nino thrusted into his hand, ignoring the claw on his thigh pinning him to the switchboard, he felt his dick twitch again and again, as Chat continued to stroke him with the same intensity that drove him crazy, his pace steady and constant whereas Nino was an absolute wreck and faltering, free falling through chaos, until with a deep shout he was suddenly left spent and exhausted.

He let out a low groan as the short moment finally passed. Chat released him and Nino sat there trying to catch his breath. Ever so slowly, the clouds of lust parted and Nino felt himself return to the present, glistening in the sweat of his afterglow.

Somewhere in the midst of their foray, he had bumped a button that had skipped to one of the songs he had been working on that night. The electronic runs and chimes felt brilliant in the moment and he felt inspired even in his completely wrecked state. He could feel a melody dance across the shivers of his skin, catching a bassline in the beating of his heart, and finding a hook in Chat Noir’s distant sigh.

Finally, after his breathing started to return to a steady pace, Nino opened his eyes to a misty world. Laughing, he took off his, glasses, squinting down at Chat Noir, only to be surprised to see the hero squinting too, a hand rubbing at his eye.

Was… was he crying? The panicked thought passed through him and in horror he reached forward, wrapping a hand gently around his wrist.

“Babe?” Nino asked, full of concern. “Are you okay?”

Chat dropped his hand, smiling and Nino balked as he was finally able to somewhat make out what had happened without the aid of his glasses.

His eyes tracked down Chat’s leather bond chest, following the deep v of his zipper and finding the evidence left behind: splashes of cum that glistened against the dark black of his suit. Blush immediately returned to his face as he glanced back up to Chat, who still had one eye closed, his face stuck in a wink that was definitely not reminiscent of his usual flirty demeanour.

There was even cum on his cheek...

“Oh my God,” Nino jumped in realization.

“I’m fine,” Chat Noir reassured, waving off his hand as Nino wobbled forward.

“I’m sorry! Oh shit! I—I… fuck, dude. I’m so sorry!”

Chat Noir smiled, blinking his eyes to clear them. “It’s fine Nino,” he laughed, running the back of his hand across his cheek. Nino scrunched up his nose in embarrassment, only to have his mouth drop as Chat Noir brought his hand up to his mouth, running his tongue over the back of his glove.

“Uh…”

Chat Noir laughed, this time his wink was nothing if not flirtatious and teasing. He passed his tongue across the back of his hand again, in an overly cute manner, before glancing up at Nino with large eyes.

“Miaou!~” he winked once more and Nino rolled his eyes.

“You are such a weirdo,” he said as he covered his face with a hand.

“Yes, maybe,” Chat paused; pursing his lips as he straightened himself up on the stool, making himself a little taller. He smirked down at Nino, eyes running down his chest and raising his eyebrows the lower he looked.

Nino felt his face burst into flame.

“Looks like I’m a weirdo that made quite the mess though…” Chat continued, leaning in close.

Laughing nervously, Nino glanced down at himself. Still half hard, his dick was covered in cum. He reached down, hoping to use the loose ends of his flannel to wipe himself down, but Chat Noir caught his hand, placing it back on the table.

“Oh don’t worry,” he whispered darkly and far too mischievously. Sitting back on the stool, he dipped down, rolling forward between Nino’s thighs. Parting them to slide in closer, Chat ran his hands up and down his legs, sending a shudder through Nino. Licking his lips, Chat Noir looked up at Nino through his long, blonde eyelashes, his eyes dark with hunger, before glancing down to his crotch once more. “I’ll clean you up.”

Nino’s eyes widened in realization.

“Wha—Chat, I—ah!”

Very suddenly, a hand was on him again, holding his cock up to allow his mouth access. And just as quick Chat Noir’s tongue ran up the underside of his shaft. Nino fell back, held up only my his elbows and looked up at the ceiling as he buckled, trembling all over.

“This OK?” Chat asked.

Nino squeezed his eyes shut, already nodding and whining at the absence of Chat’s mouth on him. Using the last of his energy, he reached forward, grabbing Chat by his hair and nudging him back towards him, where he needed him. Chat chuckled, muttering a quick, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ than!” before his lips were on him again.

Nino moaned.

Gently, Chat Noir licked, planting wet kisses up his length, washing away Nino’s mess and leaving him wet with saliva. Nino sighed, still extra sensitive and tingling all over. His eyes closed at the sensation as Chat’s hand lazily ran up and down his dick. And after tracing a particularly long path, Chat flicked his tongue against Nino’s tip. Nino’s back arched against the soundboard, hips gyrating and thrusting into air.

“How’s that?”

Nino nodded, at a loss of words, unable to say anything he ran his hands through Chat’s hair.

“More?”

“Y-yes,” Nino sighed as Chat kissed the tip of his dick, shuddering as his tongue lapped around him before his mouth engulfed him completely. “A-ah!”

Chat wrapped his lips around the head of Nino’s cock. And the DJ jerked forward, hand tightening in blonde hair. Chat’s tongue twirled, a soft hum of satisfaction in his throat making Nino feel simultaneously relaxed yet more and more on-edge.

Nino gasped and panted, unable to find words as Chat took him fully into his mouth, bobbing up and down his cock as a hand pressed against his balls. Every stroke and caress was a bolt of electricity through Nino’s senses. He mumbled nonsense, having no control over his body and finding himself completely under Chat Noir’s spell. With each and every breath he panted out his desire, his need, his wants. And very soon it became too much. Nino fell back, eyes open wide and calling out, “Ah-Adrien!...Chat! S-stop!”

Immediately Chat was by his side, hand and mouth releasing him as he stretched out on the soundboard beside him. Nino sighed.

“Sorry,” Chat spoke, running a hand through Nino’s hair with the lightest of touches. “Too much?”

Nino shook his head, chest heaving and leaning into Chat Noir’s hand, “Too good. Way too good… holy shit.”

He paused, listening to Chat’s laughter and reaching blindly behind him to lower the volume on the music. He didn’t need a soundtrack to their tryst with his heartbeat pounding in his ears, with Chat Noir’s laughter filling the air, and his own panting echoing off the walls.

This was better than anything he could ever write.

Together, they curled into each other, Chat Noir wrapping an arm around him as Nino shuffled closer to him. Chat Noir continued to play with his hair, a warm hum further relaxing Nino as he recovered from his exertions.

After the comfort of silence and time, Nino opened his eyes, smiling at Chat Noir, who smiled right back.

“Hey,” Nino greeted, utterly breathless.

“Hi,” Chat answered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Leaning back Nino watched the light play off his luminous eyes. Greens and yellows glinted at him, a soft glow that put him at ease, that made him feel safe. Sleepily, Nino felt his eyes droop and he watched as Chat Noir matched him, blinking slowly as they stared into one another’s eyes; bright emerald meeting dazzled and molten gold.

“I really like your hair like this.” Chat Noir whispered, as Nino softly stirred in his arms.

“Hmmm…?” Nino replied, “Like what?”

“… all messy and spiky”

“Oh, really?” Nino asked, reaching up and self-consciously patting his hair down. Chat Noir playfully batted him away, before grabbing his hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

“Yeah,” Chat chuckled, peppering his hand with more kisses. “Remember that hat you used to wear?”

Nino thought back to their younger years, smiling in remembrance at the red hat he donned almost daily for a year. “Mmmhmm…”

Leaning forward to run his nose against Nino’s, Chat Noir hummed, an action that Nino found to be so akin to a cat purring and he can’t help but laugh at the display of affection. Still giggling, he pulled away from the onslaught, only to be chased by a quick peck to the tip of his nose.

“DJ Duck…” Chat smiled, whispering mostly to himself and leaning back. He propped himself up on his side, raising his head up with a hand under his chin to stare down at Nino.

“Wait…” Nino paused, looking at Chat with furrowed brows before a sudden understanding washed over him. “All those times… as Chat Noir. Were… were you flirting with me!?”

“Uhhhhh,” Chat fumbled, pink peeking out from the edges of his mask, “Yeah…”

Nino bit his lip to stop himself from laughing, “That was you flirting!?”

“… OK, you may be doubting my game, but I’d say I was pretty successful. Don’t you think?”

“That was in Lycée dude! You didn’t even ask me out! It was me who made the first move!”

“What!? No it was me!” Chat replied with a look of offense. It just made Nino laugh even harder.

“Uhhhh, no… I was the one that kissed you!”

“I think it was a mutual decision! Plus I was the one dropping all the hints!”

“If by hints… you mean lame pickup lines, then sure!” Nino waved a hand, before arching a skeptic brow at Chat Noir, “But seriously, it was all me.”

“Well,” Chat Noir huffed, “I still think my charm and intelligent wordplay won you over…”

“Dude, you’re hopeless.”

“When it comes to you… yeah.”

“Pffffftt, see? You’re all cheese!”

Chat laughed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling, “You better not let Plagg hear you say that!”

Nino tilted his head, not quite following, “What?”

“Oh nothing, nothing,” Chat Noir grinned, lying back down on the soundboard and bringing his face up to close to Nino’s. Nino felt his cheek warm. Eventually their smiles faded as they got distracted staring into each other’s eyes.

Chat Noir cleared his throat. Shyly breaking their eye contact, to look down, running a hand down Nino’s chest.

“You know, you were my first friend,” he whispered, his breath fanning against Nino’s face. Nino moved closer, leaning his forehead against his.

“Friends sure as hell don’t do what we just did…” Nino returned, just as quietly. “Well, maybe like really, really good friends… but… um… I’m glad to be yours.”

The smile that burst across Chat Noir’s face felt like sunshine, and Nino knew he would do his best to have him smiling like that for the rest of their lives.  

“I’m glad to be yours, too.” Chat Noir eventually replied.

Nino closed his eyes, unable to meet the burning gaze in front of him. He ducked his head down shyly, unable to think of anything in response. He knew his face had to be blushing like crazy but his heart was so full. All he could muster as a response was an awkward giggle and a whispered, “Dude.”

“Hey...” Chat smiled, gently pressing his thumb and forefinger up against Nino’s chin, bringing his eyes back to him. “I love you”

Blinking with wide eyes, Nino smiled. He knew he looked like a mess, a mess that Chat Noir—Adrien had made of him, and he was happy to know that Chat Noir loved him just the same, happy to be held in his arms, and happy to love him with or without the mask. Even as he felt his eyes water he had no doubts or worries as he replied, “I love you too”

The hand under his chin moved to caress his cheek. A thumb wiped away a stray tear and Nino grimaced, hoping to keep the rest at bay. Nino was no longer angry anymore, not sad or worried, he’s just so overwhelmed… and happy.

Nevertheless Chat was still there, eyes heavy with concern. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m so sorry that I kept this from you… but if you’ll still have me, I’ll try my best to make up for everything!”

“It’s fine Chat… Adrien…” Nino replied. “It actually feels so obvious… now that I know. I can’t believe I hadn’t figured it out myself. Like holy shit! You’re Chat Noir!”

“Haha, yeah…” he chuckled nervously, “that’s me!”

“It’s awesome… and I think it’ll take me awhile to wrap my head around,” Nino paused, looking past Chat Noir and thinking. The choice before him was obvious. “But I’m here, and I want to be here to help you. I want to be with you.” And with that he reached out, wrapping his arms around Chat Noir’s narrow and lean waist and resting his head on his chest.

“And I’ll be here to keep you safe. I wasn’t joking Nino… about it being dangerous.”

“It’s cool man… your secret’s safe with me,” he bit his lip, looking up at Chat Noir, “I won’t even tell Alya.”

“Nino…”

He laughed aloud. “What!? I won’t!” And still smiling, he pushed himself closer, capturing Chat’s lips with his own.

“You better not!” Chat berated as he leaned back. Nino was undeterred as he pecked kisses across his jaw.

“Or what Cat Boy?” He whispered before tracing the curve of his neck with his lips, “Think you got anything on me?”

“Oh, I dunno…” Chat Noir tilted his head mockingly with a grin, “Why don’t you show me your moves, Monsieur DJ?”

And at that Nino pulled back, placing his hands on either side of Chat Noir’s face and propping himself over the superhero. With a smile that wiped that cocky look off Chat’s face, Nino growled, “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you…”

For such a threat, the kiss itself was all soft and slow and the pair took their time, re-exploring one another. With nothing but the evening starlight through the windows and empty studio before them, they continued, uninterrupted into the night. A light bursted in Nino’s heart and the corners of his mouth turned upwards as he felt himself falling in love over and over again.

Over time, Nino pressed himself against Chat more and more, their actions slowly becoming more needy and persistent, until escalating. Nino nipped at Chat Noir’s bottom lip, finding satisfaction in the weak whimper he received. It was the most heavenly sound.

“Nino…” Chat Noir’s voice came out as a whispered plead. But Nino was not about to stop, the challenge still in the back of his mind. His hazel eyes glinted devilishly, emboldened to continue to express what he found himself unable to properly communicate through words alone.

In that shift in focus, his movements became more gentle, a peaceful ember kept alive by hope, by memories that were reawakened with each kiss and touch. Their kisses softened, even as Nino pushed Chat Noir onto his back, straddling him, gently rocking against the hardness underneath him.

When Chat Noir spoke up again, his voice was rough, caught in between moans he couldn’t control. “Ah—Wai—” he groaned.

Chat Noir pushed against his chest, but it was a half-hearted effort, Nino simply pushed back, leaning down to smother his face into the crook of his neck. His appreciation for Chat Noir’s modified suit grew as he easily pushed his collar back, feeling the jagged metal of his zipper against his cheek. Turning his head, he latched onto the bare skin of his neck and sucked hard.

“If this is your way of punishing me…” Chat whispered breathlessly, “I don’t think I’m going to learn my lesson.”

Nino paused, staring up at Chat Noir with a glare before biting on his neck. In response, Chat Noir jumped, bucking under him and together the two men moaned. Chat’s breathing became heavier and heavier as his hands slid down Nino’s chest in surrender, laying limp by his sides.

“Now, listen here, Cat Boy,” Nino smiled, “I’m going to have to return the favour and don’t you worry about noise, this studio is soundproof after all…”

Nino reached back towards the console, turning for a moment to hit a few buttons that started a new song, a pulsing beat that drowned the studio, that drowned out the blood rushing to his ears. He turned back towards Chat beneath him, leaning down to run his tongue along the shell of his ear. He paused for a moment before reaching a hand through Chat’s blonde hair and tugging on his cat ears for fun. And then with his lips still against him, Nino whispered, knowing that even through the beating of the drums, Chat could hear him.

“In fact,” he teased with a smile, “I don’t want you to hold back any noises… I want to hear you scream my name above that bassline… got it?”

Chat nodded, arching his back as Nino played with his zipper, slowly tugging it down and open, revealing more and more skin against leather. Finally Nino let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’s been holding, enjoying the feel of Chat’s skin against his own. With a sigh Nino reached for him pulling back his suit as the music played on…

With a final lick up his neck, she leans back, resting her head back against the pillows and finding victory in Nino’s deep moan as she runs her hand up his chest. Her other arm wraps around his back to play with the short hair at the back of his head.

Her smile and bliss grows as she feels his lips on her forehead. His hand on the small of her back pulls her closer. Their bare chests press against each other and she feels sparks light up her being everywhere he touches her. His other hand runs up and down the curve of her hip and she sighs.

“That was amazing,” he whispers, his lips moving along her forehead, pressing kiss after kiss along her temple, her hairline, her cheek. Their lazy laughter fills the air.

“You’re amazing,” Marinette says, answering his kisses with more easy caresses.

His hand moves, squeezing her ass before reaching in between their pressed bodies.

“I love you, babe,” he says as his fingers run along her lower lips, where she is still wet and sensitive.

“I love you,” Marinette gasps and Nino kisses her forehead again as he works her towards her pleasure once more. Her breaths become heavier and heavier, desperate pants that leave her mouth as she ducks her head back into the crook of his neck, her hands wrapping to hold him close, fingers digging into his skin.

Still so sensitive from their earlier lovemaking, Marinette’s legs shake, a fighting battle between wanting clamp around his hand or to open to his touch. Her back arches, pushing her breasts up against him even harder. Her nipples are hard and the feel of his warm skin on her has her melting, gasping, breaking apart.

His finger brushes her clit and she bites down on her lips, holding back a scream that escapes her as a muffled squeak.

“Mari,” he whispers.

A breathy moan is all she can answer with. “Ahhh…”

“You’re so beautiful.”

She shakes her head, clawing his shoulders. Her nails dig into his skin as if she could get any closer to him, but she needs him closer, craves him, even so soon after having him inside her, she needs more.

Nino moves, his body tilting to lean her back against the bed, to sprawl her out as he presses against her side, his fingers still playing against her, stroking along her heated skin as he lines his fingers against her entrance.

Her hips move, seeking him, needing him, wanting him so, so badly, but instead he slips away and she whimpers, only to shout as he suddenly flicks his fingers. The action sends shocks through her, sparking each and every nerve ending and she reaches to grasp the pillow behind her, her eyes squeezing shut as he continues on, building her up and up and up.

“Nino!” she gasps.

His voice is low and she can feel his lips and hot, hot breath against her ear. “Mari,” he says, “You’re gorgeous. I love you so much.”

She tries to come up with a reply, her mouth forming an automatic, “I love you”, but Nino’s lips wrap around her earlobe and instead she moans, falling apart as his teeth nip at her skin, playfully biting as his fingers continue, finding the spots that make her squirm, make her shiver, make her pull on his hair. She shifts her hips, hoping for more.

“Does this feel good?” he asks, already knowing the answer as Marinette nods frantically.

“Better than me inside you?” He asks as she groans. His voice drops, suddenly lower and darker and it sends shivers down her spine. “Better than when I’m making you scream my name over and over… like earlier?” She can practically see his eyebrows wiggle even with her eyes shut and she huffs a breath. But when he pinches her clit, she can’t help the noises that escape her.

“B-both, both… good,” she rambles on, breaking into a whimper as his hand pauses. Her eyes open immediately and she grabs his wrist, pulling him closer. “No!” she almost shouts, “Don’t stop! Please, please, please don’t st—”

Nino smiles before leaning over her, capturing her lips with his own, cutting off her desperate pleas. She moans into his mouth as his fingers move once more, this time faster, rougher, harder. His tongue soothes her, running along her lips and she quickly parts her mouth, humming with delight, tugging on his hair, and groaning when he bites her lower lip. She can feel his dick on her thigh, growing hard again, and she shudders in anticipation.

Nino follows the curve of her neck, retracing the hickeys that have already started to form from their earlier activities, licking along her collarbone before following her heartbeat. He leans, moving down the bed as his nose runs along the valley between her breasts. Her hands are back on his shoulders, unsure about whether to pull him back to her lips or push him down to where his fingers continue to move, continue to tease, continue to crack fireworks that threaten to burst within her.

He kisses her chest, at the spot where her heart beats loudest, and at the exact same moment his fingers enter her. It feels like she’s being spontaneously broken apart yet placed back together all at once. The pleasure is almost unreasonable in how good it feels, how complete and wonderful he is as his thumb strokes her, his fingers moving in and out, setting an ever increasing rhythm that pulls sobs and moans from her.

Marinette feels his tongue circle her breast before he pulls her nipple into his mouth; and when he sucks her skin she feels her back arch off the bed. Her head presses back into the pillows as stars burst in her eyes, blinding her to everything but the pleasure inside of her, the touch of his fingers as he brushes that perfect spot.

And then he bites her, a gentle nibble that lights her aflame, burns her to ashes. It sets her on fire.

This time she covers her mouth to muffle her screams. His fingers move on inside her, curling just right as she writhes beneath him, cracking and smoldering.

“Ahhhhhh!”

His hand pushes hers away from her mouth as he covers her lips once more, kissing her through her orgasm as she feels herself breaking apart, feels him hold her together. His hands are gentle, soothing her through her pleasure until she falls boneless against the bed.

Nino pulls her to his chest, cuddling her once more and pressing another kiss into her messy, sweat-soaked hair. Marinette sighs, lips fluttering along his chest in thanks as they stay there in each other’s arms once more, blissful.

After a few moments, Marinette seems to have caught her breath. Her hand runs teasingly down Nino’s stomach, following a trail of hair before grabbing ahold of his cock. He’s hard.

“M-Mari,” he sighs and she smiles, swiftly finding the energy to prop herself up, using her extraordinary strength to push Nino flat on the bed. Her leg swings across him as she straddles him, smiling widely as she settles on his dick. He moans, and she dazzles at the thought of hearing all the noises she can pull out of him, getting him to beg for more, to return the favour over and over again until sunrise.