You adopted the two cat hybrids as brothers. The staff at the shelter hesitated at that but agreed with you when you made the decision.

Genji took an instant liking to your home, excited to be adopted. The only issue he had was trying to climb everything to find all the good hiding spots and perches. He also required regular trips to the prosthetics professionals who specialized in cybernetics. He was a special needs boy.

His brother, Hanzo, preferred to lounge in your lap and watch Genji warily. He wasted no time asking to be groomed, or he groomed himself when you weren’t around. He was polite when he asked for grooming tools, but it was clear he was also going to require a fair amount of time and attention.

A week later, another issue cropped up. You saw why the shelter staff hesitated.

Hanzo was grooming himself, as usual, and putting his hair into a man bun. It had to be just so. Sleek. No stray hairs sticking out. Genji attempted to help by using his rough tongue, perfecting for slicking down hair, to help groom his brother. Hanzo pushed him away and hissed. Genji brushed it off and came to headbutt you as a request for laptime. He was heavy, with all his metal parts, but you let him settle there, nonetheless.

Genji kept trying to groom Hanzo. To cuddle him. To even just lay near his brother and purr. Hanzo got up and left to another room in the house each time.

You were wracking your brain, trying to figure out a solution for this, for these two hybrids you didn’t know very well. Then their behaviour changed.

They hid more often. You thought, well cats just hide, so perhaps they’ll come out. Then they didn’t sleep with you on the bed. Normally, they slept on either side of you. Occasionally elsewhere; it was really up to them. Their absence had begun to worry you when you a yowl woke you in the middle of the night.

You got up immediately to check on your kitties, to make sure it wasn’t them. Sadly, you found Genji curled up in a ray of moonlight, trembling. You knelt down next to him.

“Hey, Baby?” you asked gently, touching his side to get him to roll over and show you his belly. If his body was causing him pain, you wanted to know.

He curled tighter, whimpering. A low growl sounded from elsewhere in the room.

“Hanzo?” you asked, lifting your head to look around.

He didn’t answer, so you turned your attention back to Genji. After some coaxing, he uncurled to reveal what he’d been protecting.

He had, in his fist, his fully erect cock. His stroked it tentatively, his visor turned away from you, refusing to meet your eyes.

Ahh.

You closed your hand around his cool, cybernetic fingers, urging him to stroke harder. His grabbed your wrist.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

You took your hand away for now.

You found Hanzo elsewhere, also hunched over a large tent in his pants, his needy cock beneath. He seethed, stubbornly refusing to touch it.

You tried to talk him down.

“Hey. Hanzo. You’re in a rut.”

He nodded. Okay, you were getting somewhere.

“You need to take care of it, don’t you?”

He shook his head furiously, shut his eyes, and pressed his face into the carpet. You sat down on the floor some distance between them, trying to figure out again what you were supposed to do. They were refusing your help, and you hoped it wasn’t because they thought you were going to take them back to the shelter just for getting their ruts at the same time. You had a pair of prideful boys on your hands.

A loud sob shook Hanzo’s body. His tail flailed unhappily behind him.

“Okay, here’s what I’m going to do,” you announced to them. “I’m going back to bed. I’m going to be naked and willing. If you want help taking care of your problem, come join me.”

You only had to wait a few minutes before your boys showed up to climb into bed.

They started out rutting against each thigh, sorely needing that first orgasm to clear their minds and get some relief. They started round two by fussing over who got to enter you first.

“Behave,” you warned. “or you both can get out.”

You were stuffed with, and covered in, their cum before the night was over. You left them in the bed the next morning, the two of them snuggled up to sleep in.