catboy eil (2025)

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Viktor had always had a soft spot for cute things.

Plushies, puppies, and kittens tugged at his heartstrings far too often, and he found himself (usually) unable to stop himself from indulging in either hugging or petting them, if the opportunity arose.

He sighs, eyes drifting away from the article that he had been staring at on his phone for the past few minutes, about some gossip about a politician that he didn’t really care about, to the man that had been lounging about at his side.

Well, man wasn’t exactly the right term. The man right beside him, Eilhart, would have been best described as a half-man, half-cat hybrid, he supposes. It was obvious upon first glance, as a pair of white and grey speckled ears adorned his silver mane, which twitched with every other breath. The rest of his body was undoubtedly human, however, save for the furry tail that extended from his tailbone. Which was, based on Viktor’s standards, undoubtedly cute, but the sentiment wasn’t shared by the man himself.

Due to the way the two were lazing about on the bed, the hybrid’s tail would occasionally graze his arm every so often, each tickle tempting Viktor to reach out and feel the soft fur on his calloused hands. He’d probably earn himself a new scratch or two, but…

He thinks about it. On one hand, touching it out of the blue would probably constitute as sexual harassment of some sort. On the other hand, he could just apologize later.

So, he tries to be sneaky about it. With Eilhart’s back facing him, he could easily move his hand closer without drawing too much suspicion, he thinks. He pretends to stretch, extending his arms and popping his joints and all, before resting them somewhere within reaching distance of his furry target, creeping it ever so slightly —

His hand doesn't even reach the other man’s tail before a sock-covered foot immediately jams into his face, followed up by an all-too-familiar hiss.

“Stop that,” Eilhart snarls, tail fluffing up in a display of anger. “I’ll claw your eyes out if you do that again, I swear.” He adjusts himself with a huff, withdrawing his foot away from his face before scooting further away from the blonde. After a moment or two, he returns to the book that he had been immersed in for the past thirty minutes or so, ignoring Viktor’s presence once more.

“I wasn’t even doing anything,” Viktor scoffs, pretending to be as scandalized as he could. “Can’t a man stretch on his own bed?”

He could hear – and see – Eilhart sigh, ears drawn back, tail tapping against the plush sheets in apparent irritation. “Don’t fuck with me, Viktor.”