Chapter 9.
Kim's eyes opened slowly. His muscles were still soft from the tea and he was tucked comfortably against Chilla's body.
Just earlier that morning he wouldn't have thought it possibly for him to be this relaxed with the silver haired boy. Chilla just seemed so collected. So mature. And Kim felt inferior.
But now their legs were intertwined and Kim's cheek was pressed against warm, white skin.
Chilla's fingers were moving gently in his hair. But unlike Yas' soothing caresses, this felt systematic; his messy strands were being placed into some sort of order.
The thought made him smile and he nuzzled closer, smoothing a kiss into the notch between Chilla's sharp collarbones.
"Kim?"
Kim didn't want to wake up. He could already feel his body becoming its usual jittery self and he wanted this peaceful moment to last just a little longer.
Chilla's fingers smoothed down the back of his head and drew light circles on his nape.
"Wake up." It was a command but Chilla's voice was slow and soft - and lips pressed onto Kim's brow.
"Mm." Kim's leg shifted and a hard cock slid against his thigh.
Chilla hadn't come earlier and Kim was suddenly very eager to make it up to him. Preferably before his mind cleared and his courage faded.
He pushed back the duvet and climbed down between the taller boy's legs. Chilla stilled and watched him intently through his lashes.
Kim's own shaft was beginning to stir from that look and he tentatively placed his hands against Chilla's trim thighs. His cock was perfectly proportioned to the rest of him. Slender and delicately curved, with a plump pink head that glistened with a bead of precum.
Kim had never done this before and his ears were starting to twitch. Before he lost his nerve he leaned forward and licked the bitter pearl off the tip.
Chilla's breathing hitched, pink mouth opening a fraction, and he spread his legs wider.
Kim swallowed nervously and lowered back down. Chilla had started with licks and sucks, so Kim did too - sucking that mushroomed head gently into his mouth and exploring the satiny surface with his tongue.
Chilla was beginning to stir beneath him; small restless movements and his breathing deepened.
Encouraged, Kim attempted to dip - but it wasn't long before the tip touched the back of his throat and he gagged.
Chilla lifted, knees bending for balance, and stroked Kim's cheek. "Slowly." He whispered.
Kim coughed and looked up through watering eyes. Chilla took his cock and rubbed it gently against Kim's lower lip. "Just learn it first. The shape and the taste." He instructed softly.
Tingles warmed in Kim's belly and he felt his dick leak against the sheets. He kissed slowly down the shaft, feeling the warm flesh stir against his mouth and tasted the ridges with his tongue.
Chilla's eyes had darkened beneath heavy lids and the hand on Kim's jaw slid up to stroke into his hair.
"Hm." Kim swirled his tongue over the head, tasting more of that bitter fluid, and he pursed his lips over the slit to suck more of it out.
"Your hand." Chilla's voice was tight and breathless, as he fumbled for Kim's hand and placed it on his cock.
Kim was losing himself in his explorations and in the small sounds he could coax out of the boy who was usually so controlled.
Chilla fell back against the bed and his hips started moving. Gently - not trying to ram into Kim's throat - but politely urging him to take just a little more.
Kim hollowed his cheeks and moved further down, stopping when he had to, and moved his hand in his spit.
"I'm close." Chilla gasped.
Kim hummed, and sucked harder, stroking his thumb firmly across the long vein he felt at the back.
Chilla's harsh breaths suddenly hiccuped, and his hips spasmed, as bitter fluid flooded into Kim's mouth. He swallowed quickly and dragged his fingers firmly upwards - until the taller boy hissed with sensitivity.
Chilla's chest was heaving, silver brows furrowed, and his hands were fisted in the sheet. Kim's cock throbbed hard at the sight and Chilla peered down at him. "Come here."
The redhead scrambled up and pressed eagerly into that damp, warm body. Chilla kissed him hard - lips and tongue moving with an abandon Kim hadn't felt before - and it thrilled him.
Chilla gripped Kim's cock and worked him slowly. His other hand wormed between them and cupped Kim's balls; rolling them in their sacks and sending little sparks of pleasure everywhere.
"Mmm-ah!" Kim shuddered and panted his release into Chilla's wet open mouth.
They held each other tightly afterwards, skin cooling and breaths slowing.
"Cassius and Yas will be here soon." The taller boy murmured and Kim smiled.
"You haven't..." Chilla hesitated and Kim's ear flicked to show he was listening, "You haven't done that before, right?"
"No." Kim felt a flash of uncertainty. "Was it okay?"
Chilla's kissed the tip of Kim's ear and stroked a hand down his waist. "Yes. It was good."
Kim flushed with pleasure and his arms tightened around the taller boy's waist.
"Thank you. For everything." Kim rubbed his face against Chilla's slim throat and collarbones. He didn't want to imagine how his life would have gone, if Chilla hadn't saved him.
The chest beneath him rippled with laughter. "Are you marking me?"
Kim hesitated. His scent was heavy everywhere he rubbed and it brought out a warm satisfaction in his chest. He hadn't thought of it as marking his territory. But he realized that's exactly what it was.
"I-I..uh..." He squeaked and buried his face uncertainly against Chilla's neck.
"It's fine. All shifters like to mark." Chilla said, but his voice still carried a hint of amusement, and he rubbed his cheek firmly against Kim's head and shoulder.
Chilla's marking scent was much stronger than Kim's. Pungent and sharp. Like a predator.
The redhead had been pressed against Yas long enough to remain still, even as his heart-rate quickened.
"W-what..." Kim hesitated. As a boyfriend he thought it might be okay to ask - but perhaps there was a shifter protocol he wasn't aware of.
"Yes?" Chilla's knee lifted and their soft groins touched. It soothed and Kim shifted closer and tried again.
"What are you?" He whispered.
Chilla was silent a moment - and then he leaned back until their eyes met.
"I'm a hybrid." He cupped Kim's cheek, thumb stroking gently. "My mother was a chinchilla lanigera and my father is a snow leopard."
Kim's eyes glazed over and his heart was abruptly pounding. A snow leopard. Large cats that moved fast and crushed you in their powerful jaws. He could smell it now. The snow and the earth and the blood.
The redhead jerked back and a panicked chitter burst from his mouth.
In the next instant Chilla dissolved in his arms - and Kim jumped to his feet and darted across the room. His tail pressed hard against the wall, but the pain was distant, as he stared dumbstruck at the small animal blinking large eyes up at him.
"Are you afraid of me, Kim?" Chilla spoke softly in his head and groomed his whiskers.
The chinchilla was perfectly round, with curved ears, silvery fur, and not a single trace of feline scent.
Kim's heart began to slow the longer he stared. Logically he didn't think Chilla would hurt him - but it was hard to fight instincts ingrained in his species.
Chilla jumped fluidly off the bed and moved slowly towards him - tiny paws stepping as lightly, and elegantly, as he did in human form.
He stopped a few paces away and curled a fuzzy tail around his hindquarters.
"Sit with me?" Chilla asked gently and Kim took a trembling breath and sat.
Chilla took a small step closer, then another, and then he was curling into Kim's lap. His body was light and warm and the redhead's heart slowed entirely.
"Do you want to touch my fur? It's very soft."
Kim stroked carefully across that shimmering grey spine. The fur was so fine, and so silky, it took a moment for his fingertips to even feel it.
Chilla clicked his teeth. "I prefer scratches. Soft ones."
Kim instantly began scratching, very gently, and Chilla closed his eyes.
"Under my chin." He lifted his little head imperiously and Kim actually felt his lips twitch. He scratched the velvety fur obediently and Chilla stretched out his paws in contentment.
"I am just as much a chinchilla as I am a leopard, Kim." Chilla murmured. "I eat vegetables and I eat meat."
Kim's hand faltered and Chilla clicked his teeth in annoyance. Of course, he ate meat, Kim already knew this. He resumed scratching.
"But I was taught control as a child and I would never hurt you." Chilla finished, and smoothed his plush cheek against Kim's fingers.
Kim took a moment to absorb this and cleared his throat nervously.
"H-how is this possible?" He asked. Meaning how could Chilla be two shifters at once.
Chilla tilted his head, moving his whiskers to indicate where he wanted Kim's fingers.
"My mother catered to my father's company. Opposites attract. With shifters it's rare, but it happens. And sometimes they even produce a child." Chilla turned his head the other way. "A little to the left." Kim moved his fingers, thoughts whirling.
"But your mom," Kim said quietly, "how could she..."
"She didn't." Chilla's voice was clipped and Kim twitched. "Mothers of hybrids rarely make it. My father wanted her to abort the pregnancy. She refused. And she died shortly after I was born."
The words were spoken so simply. So clinically. And the redhead's hands stilled.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered.
Chilla tucked in his paws and silver eyes opened to stare blankly at Kim's knee.
"Don't be. I never even knew her."
Kim felt a sharp sting in his heart and he curled his arms around that small, tense body.
The door opened and Cassius breezed in, carrying a tray. His dark eyes landed on them and his bright smile faltered for an instant.
"Oh, his majesty has graced us with his presence." Cassius' smile was instantly back in place and he propped the door open with his hip for Yas, who carried an ice box.
"Has he made you pet him all this time?" Cassius lowered the tray and scratched Chilla softly beneath the chin, while leaning in to kiss Kim.
A warm tongue swept into his mouth and Cassius drew back with a mischievous smile. "Not just petting, I guess."
And just like that the atmosphere lightened and the redhead's cheeks flamed. Cassius kissed his mouth again, smelling like warm spices and fresh mint.
Chilla changed back and pulled on some comfortable clothes - and Yas helped Kim into a pair of shorts and handed him a cooling pack.
Cassius had assisted in making dinner and he eagerly introduced the dishes.
"This is a cream mushroom pasta. You put the rocket salad on top. More than that, sweetie." The blonde placed a large handful into Kim's bowl and stirred it with his fork.
"Then you add a bit of lemon juice and drink it with this." Cassius poured mint and lime water into each of their glasses - and Chilla watched him with dove soft eyes.
"This is very good, Cass." Chilla murmured and Cassius beamed.
Kim dipped in his fork and took a bite. Flavors exploded on his tongue - the mushroom was juicy and salty, while the rocket lettuce provided a peppery kick.
"Mmm." His ears twitched happily and he quickly dug in for another bite.
"Yas, this is grilled salmon with honey and I made a sauce just for you..." Cassius unwrapped a bowl and the albino held out his plate.
They all chatted amiably after that. Yas hadn't enjoyed his session, but the therapist thought he was making progress. Cassius had finished his run and sat through a few classes, until dinner-time.
"It's really good." Kim commented shyly, as he polished off his bowl.
Cassius smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, honey. I want to be a chef and have my own restaurant someday."
Kim returned the smile and leaned into the blonde's side. He didn't doubt for a second that Cassius would excel in anything he chose to do.
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