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kathierif_ficTitle: Come Undone
Fandom: CSINY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: “What you mean is – you don’t want a cat, you want me to be your cat.”
A/N: Written for kink_bingo, prompt “plushie/furry”. 1950 words.
“I always wanted a pet when I was a kid,” Sheldon said and brushed his fingers through Don’s hair, once more cut short. “A cat or something.”
“Didn’t take you to be the cat type,” Don admitted. “Big hairy spider, maybe.” He sighed happily.
“Thank you,” Sheldon dryly said. “What about you?”
“Allergic to cats, remember?” Don glanced up at Sheldon’s face. He was sprawled out across the couch, with his head resting comfortably against Sheldon’s thigh.
“Yeah, I remember,” Sheldon said and tugged teasingly on a strand of hair. “Don’t worry, I won’t bring a cat home.” He grinned. “And no big, hairy spider.”
They fell into a companionable silence again until Don tilted his head to the side and said, “Spill, Doc. What brought this on?”
Sheldon spluttered for a moment, then he ducked his head.
“You know,” he stated in a low voice. “I keep imagining you and Danny dressed up in those costumes.”
Don’s mind flashed back to the latest undercover drug bust and the mascot dog costumes he and Danny had to wear for it.
“So what you really mean is – you don’t want a cat, you want me to be your cat?”
“Admit it, it would be cute,” Sheldon murmured. “And very sexy.”
“I would be allergic to myself, just because you want me to have a tail and fluffy ears while you fuck me.”
Sheldon focused on his breathing for a long moment. “You have no clue how much you just saying that turns me on,” he said honestly. “No clue at all.”
Don laughed. “I’m lying with my head in your lap,” he pointed out reasonably. “I would be a crappy detective if I didn’t have at least a vague idea. The evidence is almost poking me in the eye here.”
“You’re a good detective,” Sheldon agreed. “No doubt. Still.”
Don gave him a speculative look. “Want me to blow you?” he offered. “Sorry, but I can’t really offer you a tail.”
Sheldon let his head fall back and groaned even before Don started to fumble with the buttons of Sheldon’s pants. When Don slid off the couch and kneeled between Sheldon’s outstretched legs, his right hand cradling Sheldon’s balls, his left one wrapped around the base of his erection, Sheldon reached out and ran his fingers through his hair again.
Don hummed and closed his lips around Sheldon’s cock, his tongue teasing along the sensitive ridge and across the small slit while he kept his eyes trained on Sheldon’s face.
The good doctor was always so firmly in control of himself that it sometimes bordered on obsessively uptight. Many of their little fights and squabbles came from Sheldon taking things always so seriously, whereas Don often preferred the use of humor and sarcasm to deal with situations.
They were two different people. What they had in common was a very stubborn pride that didn’t always allow them to give in gracefully.
But this…Don grinned playfully around his mouthful and took Sheldon deep into his mouth.
This promised to have the potential to make the good doctor come undone, and Don loved seeing Sheldon letting go of his iron wrought control.
It was a challenge, and he would not back down from it until he had reached his goal of seeing Sheldon letting go.
If he had to dress up for that – it was a small price to pay.
Besides, only Sheldon Hawkes would see, and he was guaranteed to be discreet about it.
~*+*~
“Don?”
“Bedroom,” Don called back, and Sheldon closed the door behind himself and took off his shoes and jacket.
“Danny said you left early after getting jumped by a suspect, are you o-“ Sheldon rounded the corner to the bedroom, worry etched in every line of his body, but as soon as he saw Don, he stopped mid-word.
Don grinned. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered. “You wanna play?”
Sheldon swallowed thickly.
Don was sprawled out on the bed, naked and already slightly flushed. He was twirling a furry, long piece of fabric – a tail, Sheldon realized – around a finger. On his head, he had a pair of furry black cat-ears that looked like they were part of a Halloween costume.
Don’s grin widened. “Cat got your tongue?” he teased, his eyes gleaming.
Sheldon swallowed again. “Cat will get my tongue,” he answered hoarsely, “and my dick too, if it wants.”
He crawled onto the mattress and over Don possessively, his arms and thighs bracketing his slender body as he leaned in for a wet, open-mouthed, deep kiss. His fingertips slid into Don’s hair, feeling the hard plastic at the base of the ears and soft fur, and he felt himself grow hard in his pants as a wave of arousal swamped him and made the blood rush loudly in his ears.
“Shel…take off your clothes,” Don requested and tugged at the front of Sheldon’s blue shirt. “Please. Now.”
Sheldon kneeled up and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt before simply pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Immediately, Don’s fingers were on his chest, blunt nails scratching his nipples until they were pebbled and sensitive.
“You’re…” he managed to say before Don was kissing him again, lips and tongue and teeth, “you’re…” and Don was rolling them so he was the one kneeling astride Sheldon, his hands unhooking Sheldon’s belt and tugging impatiently at the zipper of his pants.
Sheldon ran his hands down the long line of Don’s back, until he reached his ass and his fingers encountered soft fur again. Curious and aroused, he followed it until he touched warm, wrinkled skin, sticky with drying lube.
He almost choked on his own tongue when he realized where the tail originated, his fingers helplessly tracing the base of the plug where it was surrounded by Don’s skin while he tried to remember how to form words and articulate how awesome he thought Don was.
What came out was a slightly garbled, “God, I love you.” It was muffled against Don’s lips, then, when Don rolled them around again to push down Sheldon’s pants, against the hard edge of Don’s collarbone.
Don grinned and pulled Sheldon close. His chest hair was scratchy, a sharp contrast to the softness of his tail and the ears, but it only turned Sheldon on more.
He was so hard he ached, his balls already drawn up and tight, his breath coming in short gasps. His blood was thrumming through his veins, and if he hadn’t been so distracted by Don’s body against his own, he would have feared a coronary.
“I want to fuck you,” he managed to say, although he had no clue how. “Want you on your hands and knees, your ass, God, Don, I want you so much.”
“Okay,” Don answered. He was flushed, his breathing ragged, his pupils blown wide and unfocused. “Okay, just let me…”
Vaguely, Sheldon was aware of Don’s slick hand closing around his erection. The cool slickness of the lube was like an erotic shock to his system, and he had to close his eyes, clench his teeth and think of his latest gruesome case in order to prevent himself from coming right then and there.
They disentangled long enough for Don to roll onto his knees and elbows, groaning brokenly as the long tail got caught under his knee and tugged at his hole.
“Careful,” Sheldon managed to press out and ran clumsy hands along Don’s sides, from his ribs to his hips and back. The touch was meant to be soothing, but judging from the way Don arched his spine and shivered while letting out an inhuman, mewling sound, it was anything but.
With trembling fingers, Sheldon grasped smooth silicone and pulled the plug out of Don’s body, letting it drop to the mattress next to them.
They could deal with the cleaning up later, he thought, when they wouldn’t feel like their blood was on fire anymore.
“More prep?” he asked, his mouth pressed against Don’s shoulder blade.
“No, just do it, I’m good,” Don gritted out between clenched teeth and spread his legs further apart. “Please. Meow.”
Sheldon froze at the sound, the wet tip of his dick against the opening of Don’s body. For a split second, he thought he’d hurt Don, but then his brain caught up with him and Don pushed impatiently back.
Still, he was gentler and more careful as he pushed into Don’s body inch by inch, feeling the heat and pressure around his dick and the arousal and lust in him.
“Don’t fucking tease me now,” Don growled when he stopped, to give Don the chance to adjust to his dick. “Fuck me already.”
Sheldon did.
The push and pull, slickened with lube and sweat, quickly broke huge parts out of his self-control. Don’s skin was salty-slick under his mouth and his hands, splotched red with arousal and exertion. It was a canvas under Sheldon’s touch, to be marked with fingertips and teeth, but carefully and never permanent.
Don shuddered under him, shuddered and clenched tight around him, and that proved to do the trick of ripping the last shreds of control from Sheldon.
His grip tightened, his thrusts lost all resemblance of smooth and even as he was chased by his orgasm until he gave in and came, body tense and straining in bliss as he reached the peak of his arousal.
For a split moment, he feared he would pass out from the sheer force of it, but it didn’t happen.
Carefully, he pulled out and tugged Don’s hip, to make him roll over to his back.
“What do you want?” he asked hoarsely. “Hand, mouth?”
Don reached out and pulled Sheldon’s head closer with a palm loosely resting against Sheldon’s neck, and Sheldon followed the wordless plea and took him in his mouth and sucked.
Something soft tickled the side of his knee. It was the tail, Sheldon realized, and an idea came to his blissed-out mind.
He grabbed the tail and moved the soft fur teasingly over Don’s stomach, the insides of his thighs and the skin of his balls with one hand. The other one went back to Don’s ass, two fingers pressing in and rubbing gently over the small spot that would help him drive Don inside.
Don gasped wordlessly. His body arched off the mattress as he came hard and long.
~*+*~
“I meant it,” Sheldon murmured and brushed the end of the tail across Don’s nipples. “I love you, for doing these things for me.” He chuckled. “To me.”
“I know,” Don answered. The cat ears had been knocked askew, and he reached up and pulled them off. “I love you too. Still, you’re cleaning this mess up. I can’t move anymore.”
Sheldon laughed softly and brushed the tail across Don’s collarbone again. “Later, when I can move,” he promised.
“Okay.” Don frowned and suddenly, he sneezed, his body rocking with the force of it.
“Bless you,” Sheldon said mildly and abandoned the tail to reach for the box of tissues.
“Thanks.” Don shook his head and curled himself back against Sheldon’s side. “Told you, Doc.”
“Told me what?” Sheldon asked and pulled the sheet up around them.
“Told you I’m allergic.”
Don grinned, satisfied and happy when Sheldon rolled his eyes.
“Go to sleep, Donnie,” he replied, his voice gentler than he’d intended. “Please.”
Don laughed and kissed Sheldon’s shoulder. “Meow,” he agreed before closing his eyes.
Sheldon followed his example. He’d almost fallen asleep when Don shifted against him and murmured, “Does that mean we keep the tail and the ears?”
There was only one possible answer for Sheldon.
“Definitely.”
~end.
Fandom: CSINY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: “What you mean is – you don’t want a cat, you want me to be your cat.”
A/N: Written for kink_bingo, prompt “plushie/furry”. 1950 words.
“I always wanted a pet when I was a kid,” Sheldon said and brushed his fingers through Don’s hair, once more cut short. “A cat or something.”
“Didn’t take you to be the cat type,” Don admitted. “Big hairy spider, maybe.” He sighed happily.
“Thank you,” Sheldon dryly said. “What about you?”
“Allergic to cats, remember?” Don glanced up at Sheldon’s face. He was sprawled out across the couch, with his head resting comfortably against Sheldon’s thigh.
“Yeah, I remember,” Sheldon said and tugged teasingly on a strand of hair. “Don’t worry, I won’t bring a cat home.” He grinned. “And no big, hairy spider.”
They fell into a companionable silence again until Don tilted his head to the side and said, “Spill, Doc. What brought this on?”
Sheldon spluttered for a moment, then he ducked his head.
“You know,” he stated in a low voice. “I keep imagining you and Danny dressed up in those costumes.”
Don’s mind flashed back to the latest undercover drug bust and the mascot dog costumes he and Danny had to wear for it.
“So what you really mean is – you don’t want a cat, you want me to be your cat?”
“Admit it, it would be cute,” Sheldon murmured. “And very sexy.”
“I would be allergic to myself, just because you want me to have a tail and fluffy ears while you fuck me.”
Sheldon focused on his breathing for a long moment. “You have no clue how much you just saying that turns me on,” he said honestly. “No clue at all.”
Don laughed. “I’m lying with my head in your lap,” he pointed out reasonably. “I would be a crappy detective if I didn’t have at least a vague idea. The evidence is almost poking me in the eye here.”
“You’re a good detective,” Sheldon agreed. “No doubt. Still.”
Don gave him a speculative look. “Want me to blow you?” he offered. “Sorry, but I can’t really offer you a tail.”
Sheldon let his head fall back and groaned even before Don started to fumble with the buttons of Sheldon’s pants. When Don slid off the couch and kneeled between Sheldon’s outstretched legs, his right hand cradling Sheldon’s balls, his left one wrapped around the base of his erection, Sheldon reached out and ran his fingers through his hair again.
Don hummed and closed his lips around Sheldon’s cock, his tongue teasing along the sensitive ridge and across the small slit while he kept his eyes trained on Sheldon’s face.
The good doctor was always so firmly in control of himself that it sometimes bordered on obsessively uptight. Many of their little fights and squabbles came from Sheldon taking things always so seriously, whereas Don often preferred the use of humor and sarcasm to deal with situations.
They were two different people. What they had in common was a very stubborn pride that didn’t always allow them to give in gracefully.
But this…Don grinned playfully around his mouthful and took Sheldon deep into his mouth.
This promised to have the potential to make the good doctor come undone, and Don loved seeing Sheldon letting go of his iron wrought control.
It was a challenge, and he would not back down from it until he had reached his goal of seeing Sheldon letting go.
If he had to dress up for that – it was a small price to pay.
Besides, only Sheldon Hawkes would see, and he was guaranteed to be discreet about it.
~*+*~
“Don?”
“Bedroom,” Don called back, and Sheldon closed the door behind himself and took off his shoes and jacket.
“Danny said you left early after getting jumped by a suspect, are you o-“ Sheldon rounded the corner to the bedroom, worry etched in every line of his body, but as soon as he saw Don, he stopped mid-word.
Don grinned. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered. “You wanna play?”
Sheldon swallowed thickly.
Don was sprawled out on the bed, naked and already slightly flushed. He was twirling a furry, long piece of fabric – a tail, Sheldon realized – around a finger. On his head, he had a pair of furry black cat-ears that looked like they were part of a Halloween costume.
Don’s grin widened. “Cat got your tongue?” he teased, his eyes gleaming.
Sheldon swallowed again. “Cat will get my tongue,” he answered hoarsely, “and my dick too, if it wants.”
He crawled onto the mattress and over Don possessively, his arms and thighs bracketing his slender body as he leaned in for a wet, open-mouthed, deep kiss. His fingertips slid into Don’s hair, feeling the hard plastic at the base of the ears and soft fur, and he felt himself grow hard in his pants as a wave of arousal swamped him and made the blood rush loudly in his ears.
“Shel…take off your clothes,” Don requested and tugged at the front of Sheldon’s blue shirt. “Please. Now.”
Sheldon kneeled up and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt before simply pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Immediately, Don’s fingers were on his chest, blunt nails scratching his nipples until they were pebbled and sensitive.
“You’re…” he managed to say before Don was kissing him again, lips and tongue and teeth, “you’re…” and Don was rolling them so he was the one kneeling astride Sheldon, his hands unhooking Sheldon’s belt and tugging impatiently at the zipper of his pants.
Sheldon ran his hands down the long line of Don’s back, until he reached his ass and his fingers encountered soft fur again. Curious and aroused, he followed it until he touched warm, wrinkled skin, sticky with drying lube.
He almost choked on his own tongue when he realized where the tail originated, his fingers helplessly tracing the base of the plug where it was surrounded by Don’s skin while he tried to remember how to form words and articulate how awesome he thought Don was.
What came out was a slightly garbled, “God, I love you.” It was muffled against Don’s lips, then, when Don rolled them around again to push down Sheldon’s pants, against the hard edge of Don’s collarbone.
Don grinned and pulled Sheldon close. His chest hair was scratchy, a sharp contrast to the softness of his tail and the ears, but it only turned Sheldon on more.
He was so hard he ached, his balls already drawn up and tight, his breath coming in short gasps. His blood was thrumming through his veins, and if he hadn’t been so distracted by Don’s body against his own, he would have feared a coronary.
“I want to fuck you,” he managed to say, although he had no clue how. “Want you on your hands and knees, your ass, God, Don, I want you so much.”
“Okay,” Don answered. He was flushed, his breathing ragged, his pupils blown wide and unfocused. “Okay, just let me…”
Vaguely, Sheldon was aware of Don’s slick hand closing around his erection. The cool slickness of the lube was like an erotic shock to his system, and he had to close his eyes, clench his teeth and think of his latest gruesome case in order to prevent himself from coming right then and there.
They disentangled long enough for Don to roll onto his knees and elbows, groaning brokenly as the long tail got caught under his knee and tugged at his hole.
“Careful,” Sheldon managed to press out and ran clumsy hands along Don’s sides, from his ribs to his hips and back. The touch was meant to be soothing, but judging from the way Don arched his spine and shivered while letting out an inhuman, mewling sound, it was anything but.
With trembling fingers, Sheldon grasped smooth silicone and pulled the plug out of Don’s body, letting it drop to the mattress next to them.
They could deal with the cleaning up later, he thought, when they wouldn’t feel like their blood was on fire anymore.
“More prep?” he asked, his mouth pressed against Don’s shoulder blade.
“No, just do it, I’m good,” Don gritted out between clenched teeth and spread his legs further apart. “Please. Meow.”
Sheldon froze at the sound, the wet tip of his dick against the opening of Don’s body. For a split second, he thought he’d hurt Don, but then his brain caught up with him and Don pushed impatiently back.
Still, he was gentler and more careful as he pushed into Don’s body inch by inch, feeling the heat and pressure around his dick and the arousal and lust in him.
“Don’t fucking tease me now,” Don growled when he stopped, to give Don the chance to adjust to his dick. “Fuck me already.”
Sheldon did.
The push and pull, slickened with lube and sweat, quickly broke huge parts out of his self-control. Don’s skin was salty-slick under his mouth and his hands, splotched red with arousal and exertion. It was a canvas under Sheldon’s touch, to be marked with fingertips and teeth, but carefully and never permanent.
Don shuddered under him, shuddered and clenched tight around him, and that proved to do the trick of ripping the last shreds of control from Sheldon.
His grip tightened, his thrusts lost all resemblance of smooth and even as he was chased by his orgasm until he gave in and came, body tense and straining in bliss as he reached the peak of his arousal.
For a split moment, he feared he would pass out from the sheer force of it, but it didn’t happen.
Carefully, he pulled out and tugged Don’s hip, to make him roll over to his back.
“What do you want?” he asked hoarsely. “Hand, mouth?”
Don reached out and pulled Sheldon’s head closer with a palm loosely resting against Sheldon’s neck, and Sheldon followed the wordless plea and took him in his mouth and sucked.
Something soft tickled the side of his knee. It was the tail, Sheldon realized, and an idea came to his blissed-out mind.
He grabbed the tail and moved the soft fur teasingly over Don’s stomach, the insides of his thighs and the skin of his balls with one hand. The other one went back to Don’s ass, two fingers pressing in and rubbing gently over the small spot that would help him drive Don inside.
Don gasped wordlessly. His body arched off the mattress as he came hard and long.
~*+*~
“I meant it,” Sheldon murmured and brushed the end of the tail across Don’s nipples. “I love you, for doing these things for me.” He chuckled. “To me.”
“I know,” Don answered. The cat ears had been knocked askew, and he reached up and pulled them off. “I love you too. Still, you’re cleaning this mess up. I can’t move anymore.”
Sheldon laughed softly and brushed the tail across Don’s collarbone again. “Later, when I can move,” he promised.
“Okay.” Don frowned and suddenly, he sneezed, his body rocking with the force of it.
“Bless you,” Sheldon said mildly and abandoned the tail to reach for the box of tissues.
“Thanks.” Don shook his head and curled himself back against Sheldon’s side. “Told you, Doc.”
“Told me what?” Sheldon asked and pulled the sheet up around them.
“Told you I’m allergic.”
Don grinned, satisfied and happy when Sheldon rolled his eyes.
“Go to sleep, Donnie,” he replied, his voice gentler than he’d intended. “Please.”
Don laughed and kissed Sheldon’s shoulder. “Meow,” he agreed before closing his eyes.
Sheldon followed his example. He’d almost fallen asleep when Don shifted against him and murmured, “Does that mean we keep the tail and the ears?”
There was only one possible answer for Sheldon.
“Definitely.”
~end.