The connection wasn’t just emotional; it was a live wire in their shared consciousness. Adrien, stretched out on his bed as Cat Noir, felt Felix—as Argos, clad in that sleek silver suit—push into his mind before he ever touched his body.

*I can feel your cock hardening,* Felix’s voice slithered through Adrien’s thoughts, a dominant purr. *That tight suit isn’t hiding a thing, cousin.*

Adrien gasped, back arching. “Then do something about it,” he challenged, the submissive roll leaving his lips even as his claws scraped the sheets.

Felix was on him in a blur, pinning his wrists. “Such a desperate little kitten.” He ripped the suit’s zipper down, Adrien’s thick dick springing free. Felix’s eyes, glowing with their shared sentimonster magic, darkened with hunger. He didn’t use his hands. He bowed his head and took Adrien’s entire length into his mouth in one wet, claiming slide.

“Fuck! Felix!” Adrien choked out. This was cock worship, pure and filthy. Felix’s tongue swirled around the head, lapping at pre-cum, his throat working on the shaft. The psychic link amplified everything—the hot, velvety suction, the submissive devotion pouring from Felix, the way Adrien’s pleasure spiked directly into Felix’s own groin.

Then the shift. Power swirled in their link. *My turn,* Adrien thought, surging up.

He flipped