johnny_truant: (disbelief | pain | disgust)
Johnny Truant ([personal profile] johnny_truant) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream 2015-01-13 05:56 pm (UTC)

Johnny barely even hears Daniel, though some distant part of him might appreciate the effort, when cutting and running would seem like the better move. When the kitten settles on his legs he jolts and tries to wriggle free, and he might have been able to if the paw hadn't then come down on his chest, one of its little toe pads resting on his sternum, gently pushing the air out of him. He gasps, half a whimper, and braces his hands against its paw, fighting against it. Its weight is overpowering; he can't gain an inch, no matter how hard he struggles, and the effort is exhausting.

When its claws extend he goes rigid, reduced to fearful twitches, staring at the sharp needle points that could tear him apart in seconds.

And then it's licking him again, grooming him with a tongue bigger than his fucking head, pulling at his hair, dragging his shirt up - he can't keep still now, writhing and twisting in a completely useless effort to evade it as it laps at his chest and his face. "Stop it!" he begs between grunts and gasps, the protest coming automatically - he knows it won't do a lick of good make any fucking difference. He raises his arms to cover his face, hands open, unwilling to actually grapple with its mouth full of teeth. "Daniel!" he cries over the deafening roar of its purring. Daniel should run, try to get somewhere, but Johnny's too panicked and too desperate to act rationally or nobly. "Daniel, help me!"

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