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“Come on Jinnie, you know the rules,” Minho placates him with a hand on his back as he presses his chest down onto the cold wood, letting the man rearrange his limbs to fold and align with the arms and legs of their little bench, grumbling the entire time with his tail flicking around in agitation.
He knew what he agreed to but that doesn’t mean he was going to be happy about it.
But Minho had told him if he wanted to go to wedding with him tonight, he was going to have to make sure that his kitten ‘behaved’.
Hyunjin tried to entice Minho into sex in the bathroom at a party one time and now he won’t take him anywhere associated with his coworkers without ‘tiring him out’ first.
And the calico loved going to weddings, so he would abide by Minho’s stupid rules even if he didn’t necessarily like them, so Hyunjin rolled his eyes as Minho started clipping the straps in place.
The bench had originally been, well, a normal bench. But Minho refurbished it specifically for the purpose of holding his kitten in place no matter how much he squirmed and twisted and tugged at the restraints.
There was two little platforms for his knees on either side, lined up perfectly so his torso would rest on the cool wood and keep his legs bent and strapped down in place. The front half was similar, two little nooks were there for his forearms to rest on while he was bent at the elbow, and his wrists and upper arms were strapped tight with little to no wiggle room.
The newest addition was a little hole, right where his throat would rest that allowed for Minho to attach a chain to his collar and fix it underneath the main platform.
And really, Hyunjin loved it. He loved the torture that came with it. It held his ass at the perfect height for Minho to just slide right in, and kept him from squirming away during the sweet overstimulation.
But that didn’t mean Hyunjin had to always like the build up, or the knowledge that he was about to be tortured with pleasure and milked so thoroughly that even the softest brush against his cock for the rest of the day would have him sucking in a hiss. Minho was just so thorough. He was going to be pliant and loose at least until the next morning— which was exactly the point.
Hyunjin shifts in place, testing his restraints. As usual, he had basically no leeway, hardly able to move much beyond squirming and awkward rocking in place, especially with the way Minho had tightened the chain pulling his collar down and forcing his cheek into the wood.
His cock hung just past the end of the wood, already dripping rhythmically onto the ground as he waited for Minho to finish setting everything up. He hadn’t seen the human in a little bit, but Hyunjin knew he was still nearby, periodically reaching out and tugging at Hyunjin’s tail or just generally making noise behind where he was strapped down.
It’s been a while and the impatience is making his brow furrow and tail whip around, two of the few things he could do right now to express his frustration without getting scolded for whining.
Until he smacks something with his furry appendage. Twice.
“Baby, hit me with that tail of yours one more time…” Minho vaguely threatened and Hyunjin sighed, sagging on the bench and frowning. It was tempting to directly disobey that, but he’s pretty sure Minho would only make him wait longer so he makes a conscious effort to be a little more still, a little more patient.
He wishes he could rock his hips into something, really anything, just to get a bit of friction, but the bench was designed for his cock to be fully exposed, so instead he forces himself to focus on his breathing while he waits.
His cock is hard already, just from the anticipation, but he’s also pretty sure he hasn’t started to drip slick yet, it sometimes needing a little bit more work when he wasn’t in heat— but he wasn’t worried. Minho knows his body well.
After several minutes a jolt rips up his spine as a palm connects with his ass, startling him out of his trance with a cry. “Trying to be good?” Minho laughs behind him, patting the sore spots on his backside as Hyunjin grumbled in response and his need to wiggle and swat his tail around was renewed.
He only felt the contact of his tail hitting something once and Minho immediately grabbed it and tugged, cooing condescendingly when it makes the hybrid cry out again.
“I warned you kitten.” Minho lets go of his tail for just a second, and his ears are raising high on his head when he hears the click of the lube cap. Only moments later his tail is grabbed again and there was the press of a cool finger at his entrance.
Minho never really wasted a lot of time with teasing when he was trying to ’tire him out’, as the human would put it, so it wasn’t surprising to the cat when the finger sunk all the way in with little preamble, and he huffed out a breath at the intrusion.
It’s worked in and out of him while the grip on his tail held firm, a thumb rubbing right at the underside of where it connected to his skin, where his fur was soft and downy and he was particularly sensitive, and he whined softly.
One finger became two rather quickly and the buckles rattle as he twitches in place from the stretch and the way Minho periodically stopped rubbing his tail to instead give it little tugs that sent sparks up his spine.
Once two becomes three, he’s panting, and his cock is dripping steadily. He feels like he could cum already but then Minho would be winning— and that’s stupid, because of course Minho would win, he was strapped to stupid bench for fucks sake— but still, he couldn’t help but still resist. Just like how he couldn’t help himself from tugging at his restraints, fighting against the pleasure and panting loudly, his drool smearing all over the wood as Minho worked him over with his fingers.
He knew Minho found him beautiful like this, wrists tugging uselessly and thighs shaking as the man carefully rubbed his fingers into his prostate— and of course it spurred Minho on, asking if Hyunjin was ‘gonna cum soon’ and laughing when the cat scrunched his eyes shut and shook his head as much as he could with his cheek pressed into the wood.
Hyunjin however was already overwhelmed and he knew they had hardly gotten started. Every single tug at his tail had him mewling and crying, and every single rub of Minho’s fingers against his soft insides made his mind melt a little bit more.
He was so close, which was fine, but this was just the start, and Minho wasn’t going to stop until he was ruined.
Of course, Minho could see that, could see how close he was, and all it did was make the human work harder, letting go of the calico’s tail and sliding his fingers out to click open the lube again, dipping them back into him even wetter.
The cool glide and the added lube sent shivers up his spine. Tremors wracked his frame at the delicious drag, making him pant and mewl despite his best efforts to hold back. When fingers wrap around his tail again, he would have growled, if Minho hadn’t twisted the fingers inside of him at the same time, lighting up his nerves and transforming the sound into a pathetic aborted whimper.
A small laugh left Minho at the way Hyunjin wiggled and cried, already a little desperate despite how much he was still fighting against everything, bucking on the bench.
They both knew it would only take a couple orgasms for the calico’s attitude to shift into something a little more teary.
“Baby, what are you holding back for?” Minho laughs at his tense muscles and gritted teeth, legs kicking despite the restraints.
Hyunjin doesn’t answer, save for an annoyed growl that only makes Minho laugh more.
The calico startles when Minho’s palm slaps onto his ass cheek, making him clench down even harder on the fingers and jerk against the straps holding him down.
“You know I’m going to milk you dry whether you struggle or not.” Minho tells him as he grinds his fingers right against his prostate again, rubbing his palm over his impact heated skin at the same time and Hyunjin can feel his orgasm bubbling under his skin.
Minho doesn’t let up, gripping his ass and spreading him open as he thrusts his fingers harder and faster, laughter floating past Hyunjin’s flickering ears as he jolts and squirms as much as he can before it’s finally too much, and with a quiet gasp he starts to spill onto the ground below him.
“There’s my good boy, all that fighting… and what for?”
The soft teasing tone floats through his ears as he pants, little aftershocks sending small jolts of pleasure up his spine and Minho continues working his fingers slowly inside of him.
Shivers ripple across his skin when Minho’s free hand slides up his back and into his hair, scratching gently as Hyunjin tries to calm down, knowing this was only the beginning.
There was really only a brief moment of peace where Hyunjin’s heart had calmed down enough that he was breathing without taking in gasping breaths before the hand that was scratching at his scalp tightened in his hair and the fingers in his ass picked up the pace again.
Minho wasted no time in assaulting his prostate, thrusting hard and fast with precision that left Hyunjin jolting so hard he was pretty sure there would be pretty little rings around his wrists and ankles at this wedding they were going to later.
This was the usual set up for things like this, Minho would work out an orgasm or two from the calico hybrid by hand before switching to something a little less labour intensive like a vibrating plug.
As his cock spills onto the floor below him a second time, Minho pets down his spine, cooing, “there.. so good, perfect.” After Hyunjin stops jerking and whimpering, Minho slides his fingers out of him with a wet squelch, his own natural wetness finally being produced enough that he wouldn’t need to keep reaching for the silicone lube anymore.
His body is thrumming and he can feel his heartbeat buzz underneath his skin as he comes down again. There’s a wetness on his face from the mixture of tears and saliva that has been drooling out of his open mouth onto the bench where his cheek was pressed against.
The sound of Minho moving catches his attention though and he lifts his head as much as the chain holding his collar down will allow and he tries to twist his neck to see where he’s going and what he’s doing but he doesn’t have much luck, only getting an inch or so up.
His ears flick as something heavy is placed behind him, and Minho must see how he’s trying to glance over his shoulder, because he’s sing-singing out, “don’t you worry about what I’m doing,” looping his hand around his tail and letting it pull through.
Regardless of what Minho says though, he wants to see. The only thing stopping him is the collar around his throat that’s chained securely down, so he grumbles before settling his cheek back onto the bench, whipping his tail around impatiently.
He tries to wait, but by now he’s forgotten that the plan is to push him beyond overstimulation and into mindlessness, since his body is tingling and his hole is pulsing, and he’s dripping with wetness, desperately wanting to be filled again.
In the back of his mind, he’s sure it’s only been a minute or two, but it’s a minute or two too long, so he feels justified in the long, pathetic whine that bubbles past his lips.
Of course, Minho just ignores him at first, and ignores the second time he whines. It’s not until he starts to shake his arms to make the buckles clank noisily and he cries out Minho’s name does a hand trail up his back and the human reappears in front of him.
His cheek is squished into his drool, and he’s staring up with wet eyes up at Minho, pouting as the man speaks, “running out of patience baby?”
He ran out of patience before they even started, but with cheeks puffed up he nods, ears flicking.
“Well I got you something,” And Hyunjin is perking up, lifting his head up as much as he can once again and Minho laughs at his sudden change in demeanour, ears raised high and eyes wide. “You want it?”
And maybe if he wasn’t already drooling for his next orgasm, or his mind wasn’t clouded with desperation, he would notice the cruel glint in Minho’s eyes— but he doesn’t. So instead he’s nodding and panting, begging prettily for whatever it is that Minho has for him.
“Yes, please Min. Want it, want whatever it is.” He blinks up at him, and Minho smiles.
“That attitude’s all gone now that I might have a treat for you?”
He just nods, feeling dumb and hazy, nuzzling into the hand carding through his hair with a quiet purr.
“Of course.” Minho hums, “just wanna be good to get your treat.”
The nails scratching against his scalp and ears are so good, and he can feel the combination of slick and lube sliding down his balls while his cock aches and drips.
Hyunjin doesn’t really notice that he’s closed his eyes until he’s opening them when Minho removes his hand and he cries out grumpily again, only to get scolded lightly. “Shh kitty, I’m getting your new toy.”
Minho disappears behind him again, noises of something being pulled against the floor hit his ears, then a hand is holding his tail up and something cool and smooth nudges against his wet rim, startling him into jerking in his restraints. It keeps pressing into his hole until Minho seems satisfied with how it slightly breaches him.
Next Minho crouches and reaches underneath him, which surprises him slightly. It’s not often that Minho plays with his cock when he’s trying to trying to tire the cat out on the bench before big social events, so he squirms a little bit at the unfamiliarity then jerks back when warm fingers wrap around him and Minho’s shushing him once again.
“It’s okay, just relax.” He soothes, running a hand down the back of his thigh a few times, gentle and kind, and it has him settling a little more, taking a deep breath and letting it out.
Something small and rigid in pressed firmly right under the head of his cock, and it feels as though Minho is pressing it in place with one hand while he secures it with the other, something wrapping around him over and over until when Minho pulls back, it stays in place.
He tries to send a questioning look but Minho just smirks and reaches underneath the bench once more, this time to bring up two additional straps they didn’t always use, and buckling the one around his hips and the other up around his ribs, fixing him even more in place and with even less wiggle room. With these added he couldn’t buck in the slightest, totally held down.
It makes him want to squirm though, and in some ways it felt liberating— he could squirm all he wanted but it wouldn’t do anything, and it made arousal rush through him.
Minho pulls him from his thoughts as he stands beside him again, this time with two little objects in his hand, one larger and black and the other much smaller and a translucent purple.
With a quirk of a brow, Minho simply asks, “ready?” And Hyunjin is nodding before he stops to think that maybe he isn’t, because next thing he knows, the object that was settled just inside of him hums to life and starts going deeper.
His mouth is gaping open with a low moan as it slowly penetrates him, going deeper and deeper and he’s shivering and twitching but he’s held in place by all the straps and then it starts to retreat at the same slow, steady pace and he thinks he’s figured out what it is.
His suspicions are confirmed when he sees Minho press something on the black device in his hand and it picks up the pace, the hum slowly transitioning into a mechanical whirring noise as it fucks back into him a little faster.
A fucking machine.
He had been begging and begging for Minho to buy one for ever but the human always declined, saying it would make him ‘even brattier’ and that he was "already a spoiled cat’ but it’s here and it was fucking him and his eyes roll back.
“Figure out what your treat is?” Minho is asking and Hyunjin nods while the man plays with the settings and ran his fingers through the calico’s hair, making little comments as Hyunjin’s reactions ranged from small shivers and whines to jerking and crying out loudly.
The first time his orgasm hits him from the fucking machine, he shudders through it, starting to feel the distant ache of overstimulation as the motor doesn’t let up even a little bit, but he soon forgets it.
He forgets the dull ache even more when Minho dips his fingers into his drooling mouth to play with his wet tongue.
The second orgasm builds up slower, and he nearly sinks his fangs into Minho’s knuckles as he shakes and cries through it. Thankfully, Minho doesn’t scold him, just slides his wet fingers out from his mouth and starts to rub his ears and coo when Hyunjin garbles out more pathetic sounds as the speed is turned up.
Every single brush against his prostate has him jolting now, he’s so sensitive that tears were flowing nonstop— the only thing keeping him grounded was Minho’s gentle touch; soothing up and down his back, playing with his hair, and petting his ears and tail.
He’s confident he’s going to have bruises later now, he physically can’t stop himself from tugging and jerking and shaking in place, the additional straps on his abdomen only doing so much to hold him in place.
With his third orgasm creeping up on him, his balls clench painfully and he gasps for air as his cock pulses again and again when he starts to release, spilling less cum into the little pool on the ground this time but it still wouldn’t be enough for Minho; he would want him empty.
Just before the fourth one hit him, Hyunjin started to beg.
“M-minho—! Please, can’t-can’t take it!” He cried, hardly able to see through the tears, pulling desperately at the restraints, tail whipping around as the slow crescendo of pleasurepain started to overwhelm him and then he was heaving through another release.
This time though, Minho crouched in front of him.
The machine slowed down and fingers brushed his hair back and wiped at his wet cheeks while he sniffled.
“You’re doing so good angel.” Minho breathed, leaning into to kiss his nose and he could only whimper, out of breath and overstimulated. His pounding heart slows just slightly, just enough for him to be able to focus and answer Minho’s question.
“Could you give me one more? Just one and then I’ll get you all pretty.”
Hyunjin thinks.
He probably could…
“If you can’t though, you’ll have to stay in tonight kitten.” Minho says sadly, and Hyunjin doesn’t want to, he wants to go.
So he’s nodding. Sniffling, but nodding and Minho is praising him, kissing his cheeks and petting him fondly. “Good boy, I know you can do it. I’ll help you, okay?”
Hyunjin doesn’t know what that means, but if Minho will help him he’ll take it, so he’s nodding again, whimpering when the machine starts to speed up again and nail into his abused prostate.
He screams when the long forgotten little object secured under the head of his cock buzzes to life.
If he thought he was overwhelmed before, it was nothing compared to the drag of the dildo getting fucked rhythmically into him combined with the intense vibrations localized right onto the most sensitive part of his cock. The extra stimulation had him nearly blacking out, lurching against his restraints and eventually coming so hard that he’s pretty sure he’s going to melt through the wood of the bench.
He can hardly catch his breath, almost hyperventilating as Minho turns the vibrations off and stops the machine, chest heaving, and sweat dripping down his tingling, sensitive skin.
His muscles feel cramped and sore, his hole pulses and feels raw while his cock throbs with the phantom vibrations.
Minho stretches out his limbs as he unbuckles them, being gentle in how he maneuvers the cat in his sensitive state, who was still sniffling and crying as he’s released from the bench.
“You’re so good, my pretty kitty.” Minho whispers into his hair, pressing his lips there and unclipping the straps that held his torso down too.
And finally the chain holding his collar down is unclipped and Minho is pulling his pliant body forward, shushing his whimpers as the dildo slides out of him as he moves.
For a few moments, Minho just holds him, rocking him gently, littering his face with kisses and showering him in praise.
“Did so good, took it all so well.”
“My pretty baby, so well behaved.”
“So beautiful, so sweet.”
And Hyunjin preened under the attention, feeling boneless and pliant and soft.
Eventually Minho uncurled him so he could remove the little purple bullet vibrator that was still secured to his cock, and the man was patient and didn’t scold him when Hyunjin couldn’t help the way he hissed after his tender cock was accidentally brushed.
“Sorry kitten,” Minho whispered instead, dropping the toy onto the bench, damp with Hyunjin’s sweat and drool to deal with later.
Minho brought him to their shared bathroom and settled him into the tub, filling the water with fragrant soaps and oils, rubbing them into the cat"s skin and making him giggle.
He carefully washed Hyunjin’s hair, rinsing it gently and then repeating the process on his tail before pulling the plug and letting the water drain. A lush towel was wrapped around him, and Minho continued his tender doting, drying him off and smiling fondly.
“Spoiled kitty.” He laughed as Hyunjin leaned heavily onto him, sleepy and worn out, ready for a morning nap. And it was easy to convince Minho, pulling at his sleeve and staring up with big wet eyes and asking to sleep together for a bit.
Minho had settled behind him, pulling a large blanket over the two of them and holding Hyunjin close, hand resting over the cat’s hip and holding his wrist gently, thumb rubbing over the little red marks as they drifted off to sleep.
When they woke up, they had to get a move on though, eating a quick meal and starting to get ready. And while Minho had tired him out, there were still some things he just wasn’t going to do.
And one of those things was wear a suit.
“Absolutely not.” Hyunjin growled with his ears pulled back when Minho took it from the closet, making the human sigh.
“Hyun—” he had started to say but Hyunjin wasn’t going to budge.
“No.” He crossed his arms and shifted his weight. He was not wearing that. If he had to get ‘worn out’, then he wasn’t wearing a stuffy suit all night. It wasn’t going to happen.
And Minho seemed to know that, because he sighed. “Fine.”
The calico’s demeanour immediately turned around, smiling big and wide right away, ears raising back up as he skipped over to Minho to press a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“I want the grey cashmere sweater.” He told him, wiggling happily, tail swaying and Minho nodded.
“Okay, that’s fine.”
“And those soft cream pants~” Hyunjin wrapped his arms around his shoulders and hung off of the human. “And my nice collar— the one with the diamond.”
“Sure.” Minho chuckled and agreed easily.
And hours later, after a short ceremony and a filling dinner— Minho would realize the fatal mistake he made.
It was just after a coworker of his was telling them how cute they were together, and Hyunjin had dragged them onto the dance floor for a song.
Though Hyunjin was tired, he wasn’t too tired to remember that Minho forgot something— and sure, he wasn’t going to be coming again tonight but that didn’t mean anything about Minho.
“You know,” Hyunjin starts casually, with his arms wrapped around Minho’s middle and his head resting on his shoulder, swaying gently to the music playing.
He feels the man stiffen as he whispers, “You didn’t cum once earlier.” Directly into his ear.
“Hyunjin—” Minho’s tone is warning, but Hyunjin liked to play in that territory.
“I’m just saying,” He laughs, smiling again and continuing the gentle sway of their dance, waiting until Minho seems to think he’s moved on and has relaxed.
“I could suck you off in the bathroom?”