"Lin...What is that?" Naru's brow arched as he entered the kitchen to find Sebastian curled up on his usual stool. John almost laughed it was so comical. He wasn't sure if Naru was scared or just surprised as he froze halfway to his seat with a cup in one hand and a book in the other. Sebastian raised his head and stretched out one leg before hopping down from the stool to approach the newcomer. Naru remained intent at first before raising his head to look at Lin.

"Sebastian." Naru's head tilted at Lin's simply reply until a small bump on his leg startled him. His cheeks flushed slightly as he looked at the lithe ball of fur curling around his legs. His hand twitched on his book slightly, blue eyes blinking. John could read the subtle signs. He wants to stroke him...but he's not comfortable being open about it...It was really quite adorable. He even seemed to go the opposite way as he let out a short huff.

"I don't want cat hair all over my clothes." His voice was smaller than usual, blue eyes shifting to and from Sebastian as he took his seat and opened his book. Lin's expression was quietly amused, and he felt safe showing it since he had his back to the breakfast bar. Sebastian meowed in protest that his seat had been occupied, quickly deciding the best way to correct this injustice was to claim the warm lap that had presented itself.

John watched behind folded hands as the black cat elegantly hopped on Naru's lap. His spine stiffened instantly as he tried to keep his eyes on the book. Many might assume he was afraid, but John could see the anticipation in his eyes. Naru could feel the cool pads of Sebastian's paws kneading his lap, claws occasionally tugging his skin as he found a comfortable position. John watched Naru's cheeks flush, brow twitching as he leaned a little further over the bar to focus on his book. Sebastian was unsatisfied with this development.

"Hey!" Naru chided as a black head popped up against his chest, big yellow eyes staring up at him before turning to the offending item in his pale hands. "How long is this...thing staying here?" he asked with a grumble as Sebastian hopped onto his book and sat down. It was as he sighed and reached out to move him that he noticed how small he was, and how his small bones jutted up through the thick fur.

"Sebastian. He's staying," Lin replied, as if that settled it. John almost felt as if Naru had forgotten the question as he paused with his hand on the back of Sebastian's neck, where he'd been ready to scruff and lift him off. His grip loosened as a low, humming purr escaped the small creature. Sebastian arched up against Naru's limp hand, kneading himself against his gentle fingers. Why do I get the feeling I've been replaced? John smiled warmly as Sebastian stood and pressed more firmly into Naru's hand, demanding attention.

"You're messing up my book." Despite the complaint, his fingers hesitantly pressed down to stroke the soft, glossy fur. Cute. John leaned on his elbows to watch. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen Naru look so gentle. He almost looked like Gene at that moment. I wonder if he's watching this...I hope so...John watched as Sebastian arched his spine and slinked his way back onto Naru's lap, where he looked up expectantly.

"Maybe if you stroke him a little, he'll stay on your lap instead of the book." Naru forced out a sigh that said he was put out by the whole experience as he reached down. John hid his amusement behind his cup as he watched him stroke Sebastian's neck, pretending he wasn't enjoying it as much as Sebastian was. John was surprised when he heard a second purr join that of the cat, though he was quick to school his expression. If Naru realised he was purring and that he could hear it, he'd definitely stop and push Sebastian away. This is probably the most omega thing I've seen him do...His blue eyes were soft, and his whole body seemed relaxed and content.

"Dinner." Sebastian hopped down to the tiled floor to wind through Lin's legs at the announcement, clearly hopeful as he looked up with a trill. "Yes, you too..." he added as he placed a small dish of cat food on the floor. John had been surprised at Lin's thoroughness upon their return. He'd left him at home with Sebastian and returned an hour later with a weekly shop and all that they would need to care for a cat, right down to the flea medication. Sebastian hadn't appreciated the bath, but he'd been content to allow John to comb his fur afterwards, leaving it soft and glossy.

Once he'd fed and watered Sebastian, Lin turned his attention to his other charges. He was amused to find them waiting patiently. Naru had slid his book slightly to the side to make room for a plate while John was idly fingering his knife and fork, pretending he wasn't hungry. It was such a familiar scene it made an ache form in his chest as he remembered night after night in England, where the twins had waited if he went out, insisting they wanted to eat together. He'd always reminded them that the house staff could cook for them, but it wasn't good enough. It had to be Lin's food.

Their first night without Gene had been especially painful. He'd been unsure Naru would be able to stomach food, but when he'd arrived at the table there he'd been. He'd set three places out of habit. Lin didn't mention it, but when only two plates had arrived, he'd watched his bottom lip quiver. Naru had barely touched his food that night. Lin had barely touched his. After that, Naru continued to set three places at the table each mealtime. It was a habit he'd only broken once they'd arrived in Japan.

"Are you alright?" John asked quietly, sensing Lin's mood through their bond. Lin winced, feeling guilty as he placed two plates of spaghetti on the bar. He murmured a quiet reassurance before getting his own plate, his eyes meeting Naru's for an instant. He felt it too. Lin looked up as he felt John's hand on his arm, squeezing gently before pulling back. It was a simple thing, but it made him feel a little warmer. After their meal, Lin washed the dishes while Naru returned his attention to his book. Sebastian was content to lounge in John's lap for a while, but the moment Naru got to his feet to say his goodnights, the black ball of fur stretched and hopped to the floor. Naru padded a little way down the hall before pausing to look down at the yellow-eyed creature that stalked his every move.

"Don't even think about it," he chided as he faced forward and walked firmly down the hall. Sebastian didn't even break stride, and when Naru turned the corner to walk through to his room, the cat was still at his heels. John sighed fondly as he looked up at Lin, who was wiping a plate as he watched the exchange.

"I feel like I've been dumped," John chuckled, missing Sebastian's presence a little. He'd barely left his side since that afternoon, and his clothes still had the fur to prove it. Lin smiled and nodded his agreement, but he wasn't entirely surprised. Despite his hard exterior Naru, had always had a soft spot for animals. Cats in particular. Perhaps it was an omega thing. He and Gene had preferred dogs.

"You and me both," Lin murmured as he put the final plate away. He gave John a hand down from the high stool, mainly for an excuse to touch him. John smiled and kept hold of his hand, leading the way towards the stairs. As he glanced into Naru's living area, he noticed he'd left his door open a crack, enough for Sebastian to come and go as he pleased overnight. He released Lin's hand as he stepped ahead and climbed the stairs, pausing at the top as a set of strong arms wrapped around him from behind.

"K-Koujo!" John bit his lip as a warm, searching hand slipped up his top, cheeks flushing as he squirmed in Lin's tightening embrace. He bit harder as gentle teeth latched onto his neck, nibbling up and down the soft skin and tugging at the leather strip around his neck. He felt a gentle sigh against his collar, ebony locks nuzzling his throat.

"Sorry." John looked over his shoulder, a little confused by the gentle murmur as he was released. He could still feel his heart pounding. "I should know better. You're still shaken from earlier." Lin was internally kicking himself for making his mate feel uncomfortable. John's expression softened as he caught his hand and dragged him back, reaching up to caress his pale cheek. The gentle fingers felt like flames on his skin.

"Do I seem shaken to you?" John's gaze heated as he met Lin's scorching chocolate eyes. Lin could feel his growing desire through their bond. The hand on his cheek stroked down until it gripped the front of his shirt, bunching the material tightly, but making no further advance. I still feel like I'm taking advantage...Lin leaned a little closer, waiting for a further sign. "Kiss me."

Lin couldn't deny him when he spoke like that, his voice breathy and desperate. He slipped one arm around John's waist while caressing his pale cheek, tilting his face up. John's eyes closed as he obediently faced up to accept the heated kiss. Lin couldn't be soft and gentle, not when he made needy noises like that. Small moans and whimpers dripped from his lips like honey as he was devoured. Lin's tongue pushed against his lips demandingly, almost growling as John granted entry and melted against him.

John's knees trembled as he explored his mouth, head tilting even further back to gasp in a breath. Lin's arm tightened around his waist, sensing his loss of strength. He denied him the air he so desperately needed, growling hungrily into his innocent mouth. John gripped his shoulders tightly, one hand slipping round his neck to fist in his hair. Their lips broke apart as Lin stumbled forward. John winced as he hit the floor, gasping for breath as he looked at Lin lounging above him with one hand planted either side of his shoulders. He flushed at the desire in Lin's gaze. The carpet was rough beneath his skin, the base of his spine rubbing where his top had ridden up. Lin regarded him, examining every breathless, flushed inch he could reach. A hand slipped up his top, forcing a short moan from his lips.

"W-wait! Ah!" John covered his mouth with the back of his hand as Lin slid his top higher and leaned down. His tongue flicked out to stroke and tease one of his nipples, while nimble fingers teased and rolled the other. John was still breathless as he squirmed on the carpet, soon finding himself topless. The roughness on his skin made it prickle, sending heat through his small body. His eyes shot wide as a hand gripped his cock and kneaded. Lin's mouth started moving south, pressing gentle kisses along his twitching flesh.

As he reached the button of his tan pants, he looked up to see John watching with a dazed expression and flushed cheeks. His breath was heavy from all the kissing and caressing. He quivered as their eyes met, Lin keeping eye contact as he lowered his head and tugged the metal button loose with his teeth. It was worth every sexual experience of his life to see the expression on John's face. He almost looked like he was going to come just from watching him undress him. Lin moved his teeth to the zipper and slowly eased it down. He could feel John's thighs quiver as his nose stroked the solid length through his pants.

John continued to watch as Lin dragged his pants down, using one hand to help. He was soon left in just his tight boxers, cock bulging in the tight material. Trembling fingers reached up to loosen the buttons of Lin's shirt as he kicked out of his black trousers. The shirt stayed on as he leaned down to press their bodies together, both of them relishing the sensation of skin on skin. John's arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, stroking his spine and arching up greedily for more contact. Lin still supported his weight on one elbow, stroking John's hair as he leaned down to kiss him again.

John whimpered as Lin dragged his solid cock against his own, their cotton boxers the only thin barrier between them. Lin growled in approval as slim legs hooked around his waist, pulling him even closer. John whined in objection and squirmed as he felt a hand slide over the waistline of his boxers, long fingers pinching and kneading his ass. Blue eyes shot wide as eager fingers pried him open to press and tease his tight ring.

"K-Koujo!" John objected as he pushed at his shoulders, ebony hair tickling his throat as he was nuzzled in reassurance. Lin had no intention of going in dry. Despite pressing and teasing circles, he made no move to penetrate further. He was slowly rewarded as John's thighs quivered and he squirmed for more pressure, more contact. Lin allowed just the tip of his finger to slide inside the slightly loosened hole, teasing and tugging the warmth. John's grip tightened as he whimpered.

"Does it feel that good?" Lin felt John nod against his shoulder as he hid his red face in the white material of his shirt. John whined as the hand withdrew, tightening his hold even further as he felt the Lin lifting him. He hefted him easily and got to his feet, crossing to his bedroom and kicking the door open. He watched John's body bounce as he was tossed onto the bed, looking deliciously flushed and vulnerable. Lin made a show of slowly sliding the damp shirt from his shoulders, blue eyes watching needily as his toned body was revealed.

John pushed himself to his knees and crawled his way to the edge of the bed where Lin was standing, making him pause. He looked almost hesitant as he knelt on all fours, nose level with his bulging pants. Perfect teeth worried his bottom lip before leaning closer as he eyed Lin, who made no move to stop him as he brushed his teeth across his pelvis. A small moan fled Lin's lips at the sensation, realising quickly that John had the elastic of his boxers between his teeth.

He watched as he pulled downwards enough for his solid cock to swing free, bouncing against John's cheek and leaving a sticky smear. He was about to apologise when John turned to the side and kissed the silken skin. Lin shuddered, unable to stop his breath from catching. A hand reached up to grip and stroke the hardened shaft while gentle lips kissed and teased the dripping tip almost reverently. John was kneeling comfortably now, as if in prayer. The thought sent a jolt through Lin's body as John worshipped his cock.

John purred as a large hand laced in his blonde locks, guiding him closer. He obediently opened his mouth, allowing the salty tip to slide between his lips. He licked and teased the tip before allowing himself to be pulled further forward. The length inched further inside before Lin guided his head back, intending to keep his thrusts gentle and shallow. He didn't want to hurt his throat or make him choke. He'd never seen a more gorgeous sight. John's eyes were closed as he lazily allowed Lin to guide him up and down his cock, gripping and teasing the base in time with his nibbling and suckling. His cheeks were flushed, skin almost glowing as he bobbed and rocked. Lin almost finished as his blue eyes opened to look up at him, glazed and heady with desire.

"Stop...I want to finish inside," Lin panted as he eased him back, wiping his glistening lips with his thumb before leaning in to seal his innocent mouth. John knelt up needily, wrapping his arms around Lin's neck and dragging him down to the bed. They were lying sideways across the mattress, the duvet twisting beneath their tangled limbs. "Let me return the favour..." Lin trailed off as he kicked his own boxers off and slid John's down his slender legs.

John gasped, thighs falling open as Lin settled between them and took his weeping cock between his lips. Lin had none of John's gentle hesitancy or apprehension. He took the full length down his throat, lathering it with long, hard sucks and soothing strokes of tongue. John's whole body quivered as his alpha gave him what he so desperately desired. Leaving his dripping cock, Lin teased his tongue lower, spreading his thighs wider to lick and tease the tightened ring of muscle. John was almost folded in half, reaching up to grip his thighs and hold himself open to free Lin's hands.

"You're such a good boy," Lin praised as he thumbed the tight ring and felt John's whole body quiver at the praise. "Good boys get rewarded." He longed to feel that shiver again. He hid his smirk as he got to work, spreading his cheeks to tongue and nibble the softening ring. It didn't take long for John to turn into a writhing, quivering mess beneath him. He moaned urgently, a foot on his shoulder pushing him back.

"C-close..." John's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Lin turned his head to kiss his delicate ankle. He smiled as he allowed him to catch his breath a little, taking the chance to grab a new bottle of lube from his bedside drawer. John watched, biting his lip as he watched Lin rip the cellophane with his teeth. He spread his legs again, arching his spine in offering without ever being asked.

"Slow and gentle?" Lin murmured as he pressed one slicked finger into his tight heat. John's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as he arched against the duvet and gripped the thick sheets tightly.

"That would be nice." He rolled his hips with a shuddering gasp to meet Lin's thrusting, searching finger, which was soon joined by another. Lin twisted the digits, watching his brow knit as his hips jerked. Close, but not quite...Lin crooked his fingers again, getting less of a reaction. He backtracked, watching John squirm and whine as he turned his head. Lin smirked in triumph. John didn't know what to do with himself when he was like this. Lin was more than happy to just watch him rolling around on the mattress.

"About time," he murmured as John's whole body arched, blue eyes wide as his mouth fell open in an almost pained gasp. His limbs quivered as Lin abused that same spot, chocolate eyes intense as he watched him coming undone. Finally, John shot up and pressed a hand to his chest. He was too close. He didn't want to finish yet. Lin withdrew obediently, shifting his attention to his pink lips instead. He nipped and tugged the bottom lip between his teeth, deepening the kiss as John pulled him closer.

Lin leaned down, pressing him into the mattress as he devoured him. He used that distraction to line himself up and push forwards, relishing the gasp against his open mouth. John moaned quietly, pulling him closer, needy and insistent. Lin obliged, rolling his hips in slow, lazy circles. John's fingers scrabbled for purchase against his shoulders. He whined as Lin peeled his hands away, linking the fingers of one hand against the duvet while the other stroked and teased his scalp. John used his free arm to wrap around Lin's shoulders, nails biting his shoulder blade.

"Faster! Jo, please!" He was so close, but so far as Lin slowly worked him up. He could feel the build. His release was so close, but held cruelly out of reach. Lin almost smirked as he pinned his canting hips with one hand, the other still gripping his quivering fingers. John whined as Lin leaned down to nip and tease his throat. He pressed a kiss to the cross on John's collar, gently tugging and nibbling around the soft leather strap.

"Slow and gentle...It won't take long." Lin felt John's distress at being denied when his body was craving it so badly. He tried not to seem smug as he made long, slow strokes, brushing along John's prostate teasingly. John keened and writhed in his arms, hips bucking desperately. He almost winced at how hard Lin's grip on his hipbone was. It would definitely leave bruises. How can he be so calm and controlled? John was lost in despair, overwhelmed as Lin opened their bond. He felt his senses flood with heat, burning need, and the urgent press of Lin's imminent release. It wasn't easy to hold back. Lin was struggling as much as he was. He had to rein himself in with each slow thrust. The only thing holding him back was the pleasure he knew he would see and feel flooding his mate's senses when they finally came. The flood of Lin's desire was almost too much for him. He moaned loudly, gripping Lin's hand tightly as his other hand fell to fist in the duvet.

"J-Jo!" John whimpered as he came, body wracked with wave after crashing wave of pleasure. There was a moment he wondered if he would ever stop coming, his release was so slow and intense. Lin's hips kept up a steady rhythm the whole time, even though John could feel his cock pulsing as he came, filling his passage. Lin finally pulled out, falling sideways as his own muscles quivered, breathing hard as he looked across at his mate.

"You don't want to sleep like this," Lin murmured as he gently stroked John's chest. John was too tired to work up a response. He knew Lin was right. The warmth seeping from his passage made him shudder even now, but he was so tired and content. "If you fall asleep, I'll bathe you myself." Lin chuckled softly as John nodded a weak response. He was beyond caring, and beyond the ability to reply as he closed his eyes.