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Sebastian had never been on a train like this before. When Samuel coached him through buying tickets online, he was shocked to discover the website prompting him to choose specific seats. Not only that, but the seat prices varied wildly depending on which cabin he preferred. There was first class, a family cabin for people with kids, a quiet cabin for people who wanted to avoid said kids, and general seating for everyone else. It was basically airline ticketing! He half expected there to be different boarding times as well. Would buying first class allow him to skip the line?

Despite the raised price, the allure of a peaceful cabin where he could relax with a cup of tea and an engaging book was too much to pass up. He imagined looking out the window wistfully, the countryside’s serene mountains rolling past him in the distance. Their peaks dipped in clouds, an extravagant flurry of snow that’d inspire a more artistic version of the bat to delve into the sublime. Sebastian sighed; he’d make quite the romantic poet. But alas, the 18th century chose not to deal with his Iambic brilliance.

Samuel reminded him to buy the tickets before the website timed out.

***

Arriving at their ‘local’ station, Sebastian quickly found out that he would not be part of the boarding group nobility. Instead, he’d board the train with everyone else when it arrived. If this wasn’t direct proof of the inefficiencies of aristocracy, Sebastian didn’t know what was.

The bat squinted at his ticket, mumbling under his breath as he slowly made his way through the train car. “Q22… Q22…” he repeated, hoping the seat would magically manifest if he willed hard enough.

“Right here,” Samuel called, squeezing in front of him and resting a paw on the placard above the seat. Sebastian looked up at the sign, flicking through a few different settings on his prescription sunglasses before concluding that he couldn’t see shit. The most he could discern was that the sign’s neon green content probably meant that the seats were open. Which meant that even if Samuel was deceiving him for some reason, they weren’t taking someone else’s seats.

He must have been staring for quite some time as the margay pouted and said, “Wow, you really are as blind as a b-” before being cut off by a stare that indicated that finishing that sentence would result in the immediate loss of his essential organs. The feline threw his paws up in the air.

“I abhor speciesism in all its shapes and forms,” he stated with a grin.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “You’re forgiven.”

“Great!” Samuel exclaimed, gesturing with an arm to the window seat. “Now, after you, my blind friend!”

Sebastian scoffed while shuffling into his seat. “Why do I hang out with you again?”

“Because you’re madly in love with me~” the margay cooed, pretending to kiss the bat. There was no verbal response. Just the smattering of a blush and the smushing of the feline’s foot under Sebastian’s leather shoe.

“Ow…”

Sebastian giggled, rummaging through his bag before pulling out a book. It was a heavy tome on some niche historical fascination of his. The novel’s subtitle was so long and specific that the font size rendered the cover barely readable. The bat had added Post-its all over the pages, notes cataloging every little curiosity he could find. It was so large that it dwarfed his small, bony hands, forcing him to use the grimy tray table. Samuel watched with an amused grin on his face as Sebastian scoffed and pulled out a packet of wipes.

***

For a while, the two of them earnestly adhered to the cabin’s rules, experiencing their journey in relative silence. All that could be heard was the mashing of buttons on Samuel’s Switch and the slow whoosh of Sebastian turning pages in his book. The feline did have to fight off the urge to run his paw through the bat’s hair, but a pleased purr could hardly be considered elevated noise, could it?

Every now and then, he’d look over to find the bat gazing out the window, deathly still, as if the landscape had paralyzed him with its beauty. Their college was so rural that as soon as they left campus, the boys had to be careful not to get lost in the miles of farmland. Going into the city like this was a special occasion, one that Sebastian didn’t get to experience too often.

But the ADHD-riddled margay couldn’t stay quiet forever. No, by the 45-minute mark, Samuel had already packed the console away and resigned himself to bouncing his leg up and down in the hopes that Sebastian would start a conversation. Honestly, he deserved some kind of medal for waiting that long. But when the bat didn’t say anything, Samuel knew that he had to take the initiative.

“Why do you…” he began, catching Sebastian’s attention, the book closing with a loud thump. “Dress like this?” Samuel waved his paw about, trying to indicate the bat’s entire outfit. He was answered with a frown.

“Like what?” Sebastian asked.

“Like you just walked off a movie set from the 1950s.”

The bat looked down at his outfit. It was pretty similar to the one he wore during their little incident at the cafe. He thought about that day often. The rush he experienced as Samuel’s paw curled around his cock, jerking him off in public. It was so difficult to keep a straight face and hide his moans. All he wanted was to curl up into the feline, moaning into his neck to dampen the noise.

Sebastian shook his head. Yes, his outfit… He was wearing a fuzzy blue cardigan with a white dress shirt underneath. Complete with a tie, large scarf, and dress pants, the bat really had no idea what Samuel was talking about. He cleared his throat before responding.

“Cardigans were popularized in the 20s, not the 50s. Plus, it was a woman’s thing. Men wouldn’t be seen wearing them until much, much later.”

Samuel stopped bouncing his knee and squinted. “Okay, 20s then. Don’t avoid the question.” Sebastian sighed and looked down at the book, hoping to find an answer in the tiny text.

“It’s proper,” he finally responded, glancing at the feline’s baggy pants and sneakers, “And you could learn a thing or two about that.”

“Proper?” Samuel accused, his voice playful but sharp. “You’re, like, the least proper guy I know.”

Sebastian started to squint as well. “How so?”

“Because you’re probably daydreaming about me fucking you right now. You’re as pent up as all those Victorian artists, wanting to be all prim and proper, but you’re really just freaks.” The margay took a second to chuckle and watch the bat’s face redden. “In fact, I bet if I pulled your pants down right now, you’d be hard.”

The bat started to cough, almost knocking over his thermos of tea in the process. Similar to his reaction in the cafe, he scanned the cabin wildly to see if anyone had heard the cat. But just like back then, everyone else remained oblivious. It was a miracle how accurate Samuel’s Rules of Exhibitionism were. Sebastian would rather be struck down by Zeus than bear the knowledge that someone was watching them.

The bat’s tapered cock pushed against his slacks, forming a noticeable tent. He blushed profusely.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t true. The thought of someone watching them, whether they chose to enjoy the show silently or, God forbid, take pictures, worked the bat up into a mood. His dick twitched impatiently, questioning why he would even allow these thoughts if he was not going to act on them.

When Sebastian looked over at his feline companion, his face was riddled with guilt. How could someone read him so easily? He had barely entered this strange world of sexual exploration, and Samuel acted as if they had years of experience with each other. Every word that passed through his rough tongue and sharp teeth was calculated to push as many of the bat’s buttons as possible. Suddenly, Sebastian felt profoundly overdressed.

“Aw, cat got your tongue already?~” Samuel teased, using a claw to scratch the bat’s exposed neck fur. Watching him squirm was adorable. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Just tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

Sebastian attempted to give the feline the same organ-stealing stare, but it had been neutered. His eyes showed no signs of the same intensity, and his entire body shivered under the margay’s touch. The way he pursed his lips together, desperate to trap the sensual sounds inside, deleted any power he previously held in the situation. Now he belonged to Samuel.

“I uh–” the bat began, looking at the carpet.

That won’t do. The cat grabbed Sebastian’s shoulder, careful not to exert too much pressure as the kid looked like he’d crumple from a slight push, but it got the desired result anyway. The bat froze and looked Samuel dead in the eye. A small whimper escaped from his lips.

“Eye contact,” Samuel said, and he could see the bat gulp.

“P-please fuck me, Samuel.”

“Where?” he asked, using a claw to scratch the bat’s lip.

“Right here in the train…”

A devilish grin spread across the feline’s face, and Sebastian watched as his paw went from his shoulder to his cock. Despite there being multiple layers of fabric protecting him, when Samuel squeezed his package, Sebastian could still feel the heat from his paw. The cat began to slowly jack him off through his pants. Sebastian bit his lip and stiffened his posture, trying and failing to look calm.

“My, my~ What a greedy little bat we have here, trying to get his dessert before the appetizer.” His voice was like honey, sweet and sticky. Sebastian couldn’t get it out of his head. Every time Samuel got like this, he felt the need to do whatever the cat said.

“I appreciate the honesty, though,” Samuel continued, still stroking his cock. “And I think our friends up there would too.”

“W-what?” Sebastian asked, his voice tinged with fear.

The two students were in the very back of the cabin, which wasn’t that full to begin with. There were a couple of other people splattered about. A businessman focused on his work, two elderly ladies talking quietly with each other, and a couple of sleeping people, their heads lulled back in blissful ignorance. They probably wouldn’t notice anything if Sebastian and Samuel decided to take their shenanigans further. Sure, someone could walk into the cabin and they’d be busted immediately, but that’s what makes it fun, right?

“I want you to say it loud enough for them to hear,” Samuel said, his eyes resolute. The bat pleaded with him.

“Wait, r-really? Sam, that’s a bit mu-”

Now it was the margay's turn for a death-bringing stare. His spots seemed to squint along with his eyes, a collage of darkness urging the small bat along.

Sebastian coughed. “W-well okay then. Um…”

He looked at the feline again, assessing if his partner was truly serious. When Samuel continued to stare, he cleared his throat and began to speak in a slightly raised tone.

“I… really need you to fuck me, Sam. Mmm. I want your barbed cock inside of me so bad.” Sebastian squeaked before sinking into the seat. Pulling the cardigan over his eyes, the small bide tried to hide from everything; From Sam, the other traingoers, but most importantly, his emotions. The embarrassment crippled him. Sebastian couldn’t believe that he, the guy who was only concerned about his grades and future library career a month ago, was now airing his sexual urges for the public to hear. It was shameful, humiliating, and a debasement of his worth. But it made his cock so hard. With his heart thundering like the roaring hooves of a racehorse, Sebastian wasn’t able to contain himself anymore. It was exactly like when he found that couple having sex in the basement.

“Good boy~” the margay cooed, finally getting a chance to pet the bat.

And what a pet it was! Sebastian would have been satisfied with a few hair ruffles, truthfully, the bat never received much in the realm of physical affection, but Samuel made sure he was taken care of. He could feel the love exuding from the feline’s paws. He pressed it into him, rubbing appreciation into his chest, neck, and head. Sebastian could barely see. Not because he was half blind, but because he was ticklish and reduced to a blushing, moaning mess under Sam. Sebastian was sure that if he had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy right now.

“Okay, I think you earned a treat!” the margay said, his hands slowly leaving the bat’s neck and trailing down to his crotch. He carefully stuffed that heavy tome away, the sticky notes bending as they entered the bat’s bag. Sam pushed up the tray table and got to his spot on the carpet below.

“Oh my God-” Sebastian whispered.

And it wasn’t long before the pants were slid from his waist. The bat watched as his dick flopped over his underwear, pre dripping from the tip. It was all a bit overwhelming for him. Body buzzing with nerves and excitement, Sebastian started to feel something he had never experienced before. Despite his countless years of studying, he couldn’t quite put a word to it. But he knew how it felt, this flame in his chest that threatened to consume him. What was he becoming?

As soon as Samuel’s lips met his tapered cock, Sebastian stuffed his sleeve in his mouth. The woolly fabric may have muffled the noise enough for the sensitive ears of those in the quiet cabin, but that didn’t stop the noise from rattling in the bat’s head. Only Samuel could hear his cute moans and see how red he turned from this very public display of affection. And yet, it felt like the whole world was watching, millions of eyes focused solely on the pleasure of this very lucky bat. Sebastian’s cock throbbed with desire. Maybe he was a slut.

The cat was nowhere near pure either. Practically drooling at the sight of the thick bat dick, he wasted no time getting to work. His tongue was electric, sending waves of pleasure through Sebastian’s petite form. He explored every inch of the bat’s cock, trying to find his sensitive areas. Every time Sebastian flinched or moaned a little bit louder, he paid that area some extra love. He knew how to treat his man.

Samuel was left breathing heavily, drunk on the bat’s scent and paws sticky with pre. The scene was almost straight out of a porno. Nerdy Kid With MONSTER Cock Ruins Jock! Well, the cat was hardly a jock, but he might have been able to pass as a track runner or something. He laughed, slowly jacking off the bat while letting his cock rest against his face. He just loved everything about it. The heat, the smell, the feel. All of it made him crazy.

“How close are you?” Samuel asked, going back to tasting the bat’s meat.

“Close…” Sebastian responded, pulling the sleeve from his mouth to talk. His breath was hot with bliss, and Samuel could see the little fangs in his mouth twitch. It was obvious that he was still trying to hold back to some extent, but it had the opposite effect on Samuel. All he could think about was how adorable the bat was and how badly he wanted to fuck him. Patience, though. Now was not the time. What he could do instead was make Sebastian cum.

The feline shoved the thick cock into his mouth, almost reaching the base before he felt a furred hand push the back of his head. The contact was a little softer than he wanted, but he knew Sebastian would need to work his way up to something more dominant. For now, he was pleased with the bat’s newfound confidence! He was actually taking what he wanted; what a cutie~

Samuel was also pleased with the hot, salty seed hitting the back of his throat. He could feel the bat’s legs shaking underneath his arms, the orgasm completely draining the young man. And now that Sebastian’s mouth was free from all woolly garments, his sexy moans graced Samuel’s ears. He looked up at the bat as he swallowed every pump of seed he could give him. Even after the orgasm finished and Sebastian sat there dazed, the margay continued to suck his cock, licking the whole thing clean. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to let this cock go.

Sebastian was panting so hard, completely intoxicated with lust, that he didn’t notice the train slowly rolling into their desired station. It was only when he lazily looked out the window that he saw a group of people on the platform looking into the train. Samuel’s mouth may have been full of cock, but that did not stop the bat from hitting him several times on the head in a panic, causing him to nearly choke.

***

When the two exited the train, Sebastian gripped his bag tightly, his face as red as a tomato. Samuel rubbed his head, trying not to laugh at the bat’s embarrassment. They made an awkward scene. It was a mystery as to whether anyone actually saw them in such a compromising position, but people could tell that this small creature was about to blow a gasket and gave him a wide berth as he stormed out of the station.

Samuel licked his lips. He could still taste Sebastian on them. The bat might have been satisfied, but he was still unfulfilled. But that wouldn’t last for long. He had plenty of plans for him today.