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12 wearily sighed under the heavy weight of his "companion" pressed down against him. By now, the tension in his body had settled and he had eased into a more relaxed, if still uncomfortable, state. He dared to impatiently drum his fingers against the floor in the most passive aggressive manner he thought he was allowed to muster before half-defeatedly tilting his long, velvety ears ever so slightly. Not out of generosity, but hopefully to speed the process just a little bit.

Without missing a beat, Amy brushed his coarse tongue against the patch of fur presented to him, keeping his "prey" pinned down by the arms merely as a safety precaution (and after several failed escape attempts). Really, why he felt the need to assert himself on 12 in this feline form of all times was beyond his understanding. Maybe he had a particular craving for rabbit. It certainly did explain why he tasted so darn good. But he couldn't just eat 12, obviously. In all probability, he needed an outlet to vent his frustration, this doggone crazy itch inside of him, in other, less illegal manners. That's it.

And considering how much 12 liked to tease and pull on his strings on any other day, he honestly couldn't feel too bad for being in his position. Ah, divine retribution. 

Amy languidly dragged his tongue across one of 12's floppy ears to the juncture where fur meets the top of his hair, letting a hidden smirk of satisfaction when the other ear twitched uncomfortably at the treatment. 12 let out another sigh before tentatively voicing his complaint. "Marshymallows..."

Amy gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, not stopping his ministrations.

"Can't this wait? I'm a busy guy, I can't stop in the middle of the day for some freaky grooming session." He paused before adding, "My ears aren't even dirty."

No, they weren't in the least bit dirty at all, otherwise Amy wouldn't take a chance soiling his own tongue on someone else. As much as 12 hated the ears, it did nothing to shake his dedication to all-around good hygiene.

Amy broke his focus from the task at hand just long enough to respond. "You'll be finished when I say yer finished, so quit yer complain'n' already n' hold still." He ignored the exasperated groan from the man beneath him that followed. 

The rhythmic drumming of fingers turned to full thumping against the floor as 12's patience was wearing thin. He knew from experience how much Amy loved taking his time with these. His leisured, feline lifestyle clashed with 12's more hurried schedule, and the latter felt the start of a rebellion beginning to simmer while Amy's guard appeared to be down. 

Pressing the palms of his hands against the floor, 12 pushed himself up in an attempt to knock Amy off his back. The decision proved to be a flawed one. As if by reflex, Amy clamped his sharp, canine teeth around 12's sensitive ear and yanked. 

Warning bells shot off in 12's head. With a yelp, he fell back to the floor, body near paralyzed at the incisors dangerously digging into the delicate fold of his ear. Instincts yelled at him to stay very, very still lest he provoke a bite to someplace more vital (not that Amy's teeth would've caused serious damage, but it'd still hurt). He would have elbowed Amy in the nose for having the sheer nerve, but in this form, his body was in no position to comply.

The fight-or-flight response was such a cruel mistress. 

Pupils narrowed to slits and fingertips digging into 12’s arms, Amy loosened his mouth’s grip on the other just slightly enough to drag his teeth against the delicious expanse of his ear. Reminding the other who was calling the shots around here. In the back of his head, he reminded himself that he should stop himself right now before he was too far gone and did something to overstep his boundaries.

He eyed 12's exposed neck and wondered if it would be just as satisfying to latch his mouth over his bare skin and see if he could get the rabbit to squirm a little more. But he refrained from relieving that inexplicable itch, instead releasing some of that tension through his tail, which twitched back and forth erratically.

12 did his best to even out his own breathing, thinking of calling Amy out of it but not wanting to risk egging him on even further. Moody cat kid or not, he knew he wouldn't really hurt him. Once he settled his racing thoughts, he came across another idea. It managed to repel Som once, so it was worth a shot. 

12 waggled around his stubby tail which was pinned between his and Amy's own bodies. Amy's ear twitched sideways, and growled in annoyance at the offending, tickling sensation near his crotch. Keeping his hold on 12's ear, he pressed his hips up against 12's backside to smother the movement. 

12 stilled once again, a trickle of blush beginning to creep up his face. Well, that backfired magnificently. Whether to drive his point home or some other indiscernible reason, Amy nonchalantly ground hips against him again, all while nibbling on the gray, floppy ear as if nothing were particularly out of the ordinary. This earned him a quiet splutter out of Twelve as he scrambled to find purchase against the floor. 

"Marshymallooows..." 12 practically whined, his pride shattered.

Amy finally decided to grant him a little mercy and relinquished his hold on 12's ear, lazily settling his chin on his head. "Mm, tha's m'name." 

12 let out a huge sigh of relief, body slowly easing out of its tension once more. "So that's it, we're done already?" He asked a little hopefully.

"Sure, I guess y'could say that." He answered as he stretched out his back. Amy then wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders and nuzzled his cheek against his hair. "But now m'purdy tired."

12's eyes widened. Oh no.

"Oh no," he said aloud. But by then Amy's body had relaxed on top him, and once he's decided it's nap time, it's goshdarn nap time.