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Jisung didn’t think it was possible to be jealous over cats yet here he stands, glaring at Soonie, Doongie and Dori, who are all curled up on his sleeping boyfriend.
The thing is, usually he’d find it cute. He’d get out his phone and take some pictures, just so he could tease Minho with them the next time his boyfriend gets grumpy. However, since arriving at Minho’s parents’ house two days ago, Jisung might as well be non-existent when it comes to the three cats. All of Minho’s attention has been plastered firmly onto the cats and none has been spared for Jisung.
The first day he expected it—Minho hadn’t seen them in a while, and they are his babies, after all. The second day, yeah, alright, same sort of vibe. But it’s been three days in a row of absolutely no attention, and Jisung has to admit he’s a little bummed. Especially after Minho spent the week prior to their break going on and on about how he couldn’t wait to—and Jisung quotes—“spend hours investigating every inch of your skin,” and, “exploring you like I’m sailing the seven seas.”
Well. No investigation nor exploration has been going on, and Jisung thinks it’s time to do something about it. Conveniently, Minho’s parents are away for the night.
His first course of action: shut the cats out. Sad, but they’ll live.
Next, he finds all of his supplies: tail butt plug? Check. Press-on pointy black claw nails? Check. Bell choker? Check. Cat ears? Check.
He starts with the ears and the choker, then moves onto the plug; there is no way he’s prepping himself with those nails on.
Jisung prepares himself as quietly as he can, mentally cursing his boyfriend for falling asleep on the bed. Doing it on the hardwood is not as comfortable as the soft mattress of Minho’s bed would be, but he gets the job done, even though he freezes a couple times and stares up at his boyfriend moving or mumbling in his sleep. Luckily, Minho doesn’t wake up from his nap.
Finally, he glues the nails on and turns to his boyfriend, grinning deviously to himself.
Minho has no idea what he’s in for.
It takes another hour for Minho to finally stir awake, blinking the sleep out of his eyes slowly in the way he likes. Sometimes, when he sleeps before an important schedule or performance, they have to get up within seconds—respond, sit up, get going.
But I’m on vacation now, Minho thinks, half-asleep, and turns over to his side. Can sleep however long I’d like.
Except, when buries his head against his pillow again and lets out a soft grunt, there is a scratch against the back of his thigh. Another one. Then, there’s an unhappy hiss accompanying it.
“Not now,” he grumbles, releasing an unhappy sound. “Leave... Leave me alone. Needy cats. Got the day off. I’ll feed you in a bit.”
As expected, there’s another scratch. His cats never really listen, they just do whatever they want. They must’ve got it from their owner.
“Soonie… or Dori or Doongie... whoever. Not now!”
There’s another unhappy mewl, and the scratches get harsher, dragging jagged red lines down Minho’s skin. Minho kicks his leg out—not harshly, just enough to hopefully get his cat off him.
“Jus’ five more minutes,” he mumbles.
Then the claws dig in. Hard.
With a loud cuss, Minho rips the blanket off his body and turns around to sit upright, ready to scold whichever minx dared rip him out of his sleep. Except he’s not staring into feline eyes upon his dramatic emergence from the dead, but into the very soft, very round eyes of his boyfriend.
“Sung?”
Jisung preens, a hopeful noise leaving his lips as he raises his head, expecting his boyfriend to start petting him as he usually does when he’s happy with him—and he should be. Jisung’s gotten so pretty for him, the least Minho can do is appreciate it.
Except, he doesn’t. Minho only shuts his eyes and lets his head fall back against the pillow. “Come nap with me.”
Breaking his role, Jisung scoffs and crosses his arms, grumbling, “I can’t believe you.”
Honestly, all this work and Minho’s just going to go back to sleep?
Fine. If Minho wants to waste his free time sleeping when he could be buried balls-deep in a warm hole, then so be it.
Minho reaches around to feel for Jisung’s hand, pulling him down with him so the younger is on top of him. As he slings his arms around him, he finds that there is a suspicious amount of bare skin.
Minho cracks one eye open. “Baby, are you naked?”
“No. Go back to sleep,” Jisung huffs, trying to pull away.
“Oh my god.” Minho inhales sharply. “You are naked. And...”
His eyes snap up, fixating on the pretty little set of kitten ears resting on his boyfriend’s scalp, the fluffy pink ones with the bells attached to them. Immediately, Minho’s throat goes dry. He reaches around to feel Jisung’s butt, then, running his fingers down to feel soft faux fur between his legs.
Damn you, Jisung. The one time Minho doesn’t wake up with morning wood is the time Jisung decides to torture his poor cock anyway.
Suddenly wide awake, Minho grins at his boyfriend and cups his cheeks. “Was my pretty kitty feeling needy?”
Jisung whines, swatting at Minho’s hand. “You’ve been ignoring me this entire break. Of course I’m needy.”
“Wasn’t ignoring you,” Minho says, shrugging when his hand gets rejected. He simply moves it back to Jisung’s arse, cupping the round cheeks as if they were a stress ball. “Just busy.”
“Busy ignoring me! You spent all of last week torturing me with vivid images of being fucked to oblivion and taunting me with your ‘secret idea,’ and then we come here, and you haven’t even looked at me twice! You don’t even deserve to touch my arse right now.”
Abruptly, Minho lets go of it, his hand hovering in the air. He looks at Jisung with a crooked grin and a raised eyebrow.
Jisung whines, once again extending a hand to swat at his boyfriend. “Well, don’t stop! I put in all this effort.”
“But I’m not deserving of your ass,” Minho pouts, struggling to keep the smirk off his face.
Huffing once again, Jisung takes Minho’s hands and redirects them to his arse, their rightful spot. “Please, hyung. I’m feeling so neglected right now.”
“Hyung?”
Jisung blushes. “P-Please, owner.”
“Better,” Minho purrs, removing one hand from Jisung’s arse—sadly—to tickle his chin. “What does my little kitty want?”
“Want your cock,” Jisung says, lifting his head to give Minho better access, eyes fluttering shut.
“Hmm,” Minho mumbles. “Not sure if you deserve it. You did wake me up from sleep.”
“Please.” A whimper, the plea carried in his eyes.
A palm smacks his arse. Jisung pushes back into it. “Will you be good?”
“Yes! I’ll be good, owner, I promise.”
Minho giggles, walking a finger over Jisung’s entrance to tickle it. “Love it when you’re needy. So fucking cute.”
Jisung squeaks, pitching forward into Minho so his head is in his neck.
God, Jisung must’ve been really desperate if he’s this responsive. Not that Minho can blame him—for months, he’s been craving this, a quiet moment to themselves without the fear of anyone bursting in. He wishes they could’ve just gone on vacation like any other couple, and shared a hotel room without stirring up fifty different rumours, instead of retreating to Minho’s childhood home and waiting for his parents to be away for the night. Fucking in a dorm full of six other men isn’t necessarily pleasurable, either.
“Ah, ah, ah,” the elder taunts, grabbing Jisung by the hair to pull his head up. “Don’t hide your pretty face, baby. Wanna see you.”
And see Jisung he does—god, he looks fucking sinful, his reddened cheeks complimenting the pink cat ears, lips parted slightly with his eyes already going glassy, his hair tied back into a ponytail, and...
“Baby, are those nails?”
“They’re... they’re my claws,” Jisung admits, flushing. It was a new idea, something he’d never brought up to Minho before, wanting it to be a surprise. “Do you like them?”
Fuck. Minho is popping a boner just at the sight of them—at the sight of him.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans and pulls Jisung down for a clash of teeth and tongue. Jisung kisses back with as much enthusiasm, small moans and gasps slipping past his lips. He’s not sure when he starts moving, doesn’t register having done so, simply chasing the pleasurable feeling of his cock dragging along the meat of Minho’s thigh.
The downside of being an idol is: they don’t get to have much time for things like this. Even less so, they don’t get to have much time to just be themselves—Jisung and Minho.
Loving each other is like stumbling through a dark hallway with their hands entwined. Every so often, a light flickers on, acting as a beacon of peace. It’s when they look at each other’s softly illuminated features and remind themselves of why they’re doing this—of why it’s all worth it.
“We’re alone tonight,” Minho whispers, trailing his fingertips up to Jisung’s waist, then back down to play with the tail between his legs. “Just you and me.”
“Can’t wait, can’t wait,” Jisung pants before his lips catch the skin of Minho’s neck, nibbling as his hips keep rutting his cock down.
Minho lets out a low moan, and he flexes his thigh muscles so Jisung can grind better against him, his hand finding Jisung’s butt again. He pushes the plug further in, grinning at the shuddered breath Jisung lets out.
“Gonna fill you with my cum,” he mutters, twisting the plug. “Get your cute little butt all dirty and nasty. Do you want that? Do you want your owner to cover you in cum like it’s milk?”
“Please, please!” Jisung mewls, working himself faster, his claws tightening on Minho and digging into his skin. “Kitty needs your milk!”
Minho smiles, leaning up to peck Jisung’s lips. “Yeah? How badly do you need it?”
“Bad! Need it so bad! P-Please, owner! Kitty needs it!”
“Hmm, maybe my kitten should purr for me.” It’s accompanied by a harsh tug on Jisung’s tail.
Jisung purrs as best he can but he’s interrupted by his own moan as Minho shifts his thigh just right, making him stutter in his pace. “Oh! Oh, s-so good, owner, shit.”
“Yeah? How good, kitten?”
Jisung doesn’t know how to express it, a desperate squeaky whine leaving his mouth as he rocks, trying to brush his arse back into Minho’s hand as much as possible when he does.
Cute.
Not cute enough for Minho’s liking.
“I need your words, silly kitty.”
“The best, s’the best, owner!”
“Then why don’t you meow for me, lil’ kitten, hm?”
The command makes Jisung’s insides squirm but he hesitates.
They’ve been indulging in pet play for a while, a kink Minho had wormed out of Jisung and thankfully enjoyed it, too. However, Jisung still struggles with certain aspects, shame an unwelcome third party.
It’s stupid. This is literally his kink, something he’s been fantasising about all his adult life until he met Minho, but he struggles to fully allow himself to fall into the headspace, too self-conscious to take the extra steps, no matter how badly he might want to.
But Minho wants him to. Minho wants this, too.
Jisung meows.
He meows and Minho’s happy with it, he can tell in the way he calls Jisung a good boy and strokes a hand over his head, but…
But the sound repeats over and over in his mind, more twisted and distorted each time until it’s all Jisung can focus on, and until the bad type of embarrassment is clinging to him.
How the hell could Minho ever find that sexy?
Jisung’s hips still, tears pricking his eyes. This isn’t how today was meant to go. He doesn’t want to let Minho down, but…
“Yellow. Y-Yellow.”
Minho freezes, the hand in Jisung’s hair stilling as well. He’s tempted to remove it, but chooses not to when he remembers what happened in the past—how badly being pushed away shoved Jisung even further into a negative headspace.
“What’s wrong?”
Jisung covers his face with his hands. “Embarrassed. Overthinking,” he mumbles.
“Why? Because of the meowing?”
Jisung nods.
Minho frowns, pulling Jisung down so the younger rests against his chest, holding his head. “You know I love you, right?”
“I know. I just—it’s hot. When you asked me, I liked it. It’s my kink, for fuck’s sake, I just—I just keep thinking too much.”
“First of all, it’s my kink too, baby, not just yours. Secondly… why?” Minho asks, tapping a finger against Jisung’s scalp. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“I just feel stupid, I guess… I guess I’m just too self-conscious. I meowed, and it kept playing in my head and made me cringe and… and I thought maybe you didn’t find it sexy. Maybe I sounded too weird.”
Jisung presses even closer to Minho, pushing his head under his boyfriend’s chin.
Minho blinks. He blinks again. Then he laughs. “Have you seen my cock?”
“Hyung…” Jisung whines.
“Go check.”
The command has a shiver running down Jisung’s spine and he pulls away to sit up, looking down at Minho’s lap with his lip trapped between his teeth. His hand runs down Minho’s torso, hovering over his crotch for a second before he presses down, a small puff of air escaping his lips.
Minho’s cock is rock hard, pressing against his sweatpants in an attempt to chase freedom.
“Take the sweats off, kitten.”
Jisung does as he says, hooking his fingers into Minho’s waistband to pull them down. In true Minho fashion he isn’t wearing any boxers underneath, his cock bobbing up onto his stomach.
“See?” Minho asks, reaching down to brush a hair strand behind his boyfriend’s ear. “So hard, baby. All because of you.”
“Are… you really mean it?” Jisung asks, self-consciousness still lingering in his mind.
“Of course. Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking—” Minho squeezes Jisung’s arse, “—so fucking sexy.”
Jisung leans up to kiss him, some of the clouds clearing from his mind. They keep their lips connected for a while, little breaths and whimpers filling the otherwise silent room.
“Baby,” Minho pants when he pulls away, sliding a finger up and down Jisung’s waist. “There’s something I’ve been... thinking about.”
Jisung tilts his head, wrinkling his forehead. “What is it?”
God, he looks so fucking cute like this. Minho leans in to kiss his frown away.
“I kinda fell down a rabbit hole,” he admits. “You know how I listen to those cringe meditations to fall asleep?”
“Yeah, what about them?”
“I was thinking... they’re really good at distracting you, and taking your mind off things,” Minho continues, mindlessly caressing Jisung’s hips. “And I know you get in your head sometimes. So I was doing research a while ago... and there’s a thing called ‘erotic hypnosis.’”
“‘Erotic hypnosis…?’”
Jisung hasn’t heard the term before, but if Minho’s bringing it up after researching it, then he must have decided it could be worth something. He wouldn’t have mentioned it if it wasn’t.
“Putting you into a relaxed state before fucking, basically,” Minho mumbles. “To help you get into subspace.”
Oh.
“Would I have to watch, like, a video or something?” Jisung asks, confused.
“I want to do it.”
Jisung pictures it, Minho guiding him through it, Jisung closing his eyes and using Minho’s voice and touch as an anchor, so he’ll fall into a trance, so easily manipulated, Minho’s to do with as he pleases.
The answer leaves his lips faster than intended. “P-Please, I—I want that. Please.”
“Yeah?” Minho asks, needing confirmation, preening when Jisung nods and leans in to kiss him.
Truth is, he’s a little nervous.
It’s not that Minho doesn’t know how to deal with Jisung in his sub space—he’s had years worth of experience—but knowing that he’ll have to guide Jisung through a guided meditation, a hypnosis at that? It’s nerve-racking.
His cock is disagreeing. It’s pointing up and telling him it’s a good idea.
“Lie down, kitten. On your back. Make yourself comfortable.”
Jisung does, snuggling down into the bed and looking at Minho expectantly, waiting for the next order. He’s the epitome of sin and divinity; with his kitten ears that look like they were made for him, soft pink tail poking out between his legs, the head of his cock standing in a similar colour. His entire body is flushed red too, so wonderfully sensitive and receptive to Minho.
The sight of his boyfriend is enough to leave Minho speechless for a moment, wondering if he might be the one in need of hypnosis considering the goosebumps spreading all over his skin.
But he wants this. Needs this. After all, he’s the one who suggested pushing Jisung further into subspace than he’s ever been.
Plus, this is probably the last opportunity to do this in a while, before their schedules resume and their lives will inevitably turn into a rollercoaster again.
Minho takes a deep breath, remembering all the thoughts and ideas he had the night he spent exploring the topic, a hand pushed into his sweatpants in the darkness of his room.
“Are you comfy, kitty?”
The confirmation comes immediately. “Yes, owner.”
Because Jisung isn’t nervous. For one, he’s not even sure the hypnosis will work, but… if it does, Minho is probably the only person in the world he trusts to handle him in that state. Minho is his love, his light, his everything. Jisung would trust him to hold his still-beating heart in his hand.
“I’m ready.”
“Okay.”
Minho shuffles to get his phone and turns on the bedside lamp instead of the main light, then puts on a relaxing instrumental to go along with his voice.
“Close your eyes,” he says. “Imagine you’re somewhere far away, in a flower field in the middle of a warm summer day.”
Jisung does as he’s told, the image coming to mind a majestic valley in the mountains with an impressive display of flowers that spreads over the hillsides.
“Now imagine the chirping of the birds as gentle sunrays tickle your fur. You’re basking in the warmth. How does it feel, little kitty?”
“Good. It’s nice,” Jisung mumbles, birdsong playing in his ears whilst the sun strokes him.
Minho halts, a smirk playing around his lips as he continues. “Hmm, what was that? I don’t think that’s how kittens communicate.”
Oh…
Feeling the warm sun, listening to all of the pretty sounds, looking at all of the vibrant flowers… he feels content. And how should he show that content?
Jisung purrs.
“Oh, that’s a happy little kitty, hm?”
A slight nod, and another one of Jisung’s delighted sounds.
“Take a deep breath, now. Look at your surroundings, kitten. There’s nothing to worry about. No thoughts inside that pretty little head of yours. Kitties like you don’t have to worry.”
No, he doesn’t have to worry. He’s safe lying here in the grass, listening to his owner’s soft voice.
“Let go of all your worries now,” Minho whispers. “Turn around on your belly. Stretch. Purr. Enjoy the simplicity that comes with being a kitty.”
Yes, yes, Jisung can do that. No worries. Nothing for Kitten to think about. Just purring. Stretching. Feeling good.
Jisung turns and stretches, a small mewl falling from his lips as his bones click. Minho’s eyes fall to the plug nestled in between Jisung’s buttcheeks, causing him to lick his lips.
Too early. He’ll have to be patient—this is for Jisung.
“Do you see something in the grass, kitten?”
Yes, he does: A butterfly! Such bright wings, blues and purples that make him think of the sky and owner’s hair, and oh, Jisung wants to catch it!
In response, Jisung meows, his hand twitching, ready to reach his paw out and bat at the butterfly.
What a pretty meow.
“Did you catch it?”
Jisung watches as the butterfly rises high in the sky, his heart sinking. A defeated sound leaves his lips. His owner lets out a sympathetic hum, leaning back on the bed as he watches the younger’s face twist into a frown.
“That didn’t seem to work, hm?” he commiserates. “Why don’t you try going for a mouse instead? There are plenty of them in the grass around you. You should go have a look, kitty.”
A mouse?
With a renewed energy, Jisung changes his focus to the grass, scanning over it and—yes! Just as Minho predicted, a mouse is scuttling along.
Jisung gets low to the soil, sneaking forward slightly, waiting for the perfect time to strike…
“Pounce on it.”
Jisung does, meowing in glee when he catches it, trotting happily along the grass with smugness filling him from inside.
And god, how badly Minho wants to be the one pouncing on him, to press him into the mattress and fuck him until he’s reduced to a whiny slur of meows and mewls, but… no, no. Patience, for fuck’s sake.
“Good kitty.”
Jisung settles down to play with the mouse, another purr starting in his throat.
Good kitty. Yes, he’s a good kitty.
“Now, now,” sounds the voice of his owner. “It’s time to go home and find some rest, hm? Take one step after another. One paw in front of each other.”
Jisung turns around, starting another small trot in the direction of home. It’s a small cottage with a thatched roof and a red door in the middle of the mountains, a white picket fence surrounding it. Through the small gap in the gate, he slips in and jumps up to the open window to the right of the door.
Inside, he sees his owner sitting on the sofa. After leaping down through the open window and landing perfectly, he struts up to his owner to meow at him, who, in turn, smiles and pats his lap. Jisung purrs—he loves the clear indications for him to come up for a cuddle, to settle down into the warmth of Owner’s thighs and tuck his head over his paws.
Minho runs a hand through his fur, moving it down to tickle his chin and caress Jisung in the way he knows best. He leans down to kiss him, too, a soft peck to his cheek and ears, and then continues to speak.
“Is that good, kitten? Being safe and secure in your owner’s lap? It feels right, doesn’t it?”
Jisung lets out a soft noise, preening at the attention and touches from Minho.
“So right and safe,” Minho coos, hand sliding down to pet Jisung’s sides, his waist, and then slowly cupping around his boyfriend’s cock. “You’re so comfortable. Nothing could matter more than the warmth from your owner. You’d let him do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”
Pushing up into Minho’s hand, Jisung squeaks in agreement.
The warmth around his cock disappears, replaced by another—wetter, hotter—trailing a swipe of saliva up his torso. Then, the raw texture attaches itself to Jisung’s nipples, Minho’s tongue licking and sucking on them. He whispers, “Show owner how much you want it, kitty. I want to hear you.”
A series of pleasured meows leave Jisung, his back arching, moving forward into the touch of Minho’s lips, searching for more.
“Oooh,” Minho giggles and raises his pitch, just like he does with his cats. “That’s good, isn’t it? You like that?”
Jisung meows again, squirming around at the lack of touch, looking for his owner to make contact.
“Ah, ah, ah. You take what your owner gives you.”
And give him something he does—with a tug on Jisung’s collar and a satisfied moan escaping the elder at the blatant sign of ownership, Minho crawls between Jisung’s legs to pump his cock again. Once, twice. He fiddles with his balls, too, before a finger returns to his hole, teasing at it. “What a tense little kitty. Should owner help you loosen up?”
In response, Jisung raises his knees to his chest. With a small whimpering noise, he exposes himself fully to his owner; desperate for more, desperate for Minho.
“Hmm, thought so.” There’s a hint of a smile in Minho’s voice, and then he spreads Jisung’s legs apart, face immediately pressed against his boyfriend’s arse. He darts out his tongue to lick around the plug, which causes Jisung to twitch. One of his paws shoot out to land on Minho’s shoulder, claws grazing the soft skin.
It feels so good. Owner makes him feel so good, and Jisung opens his mouth to say it, but all that comes out are more desperate meows. The sounds spur Minho on even further, going until Jisung’s entire hole is coated in spit. Then, he presses a few more kisses to his entrance before moving up to his thighs, leaving traces of love behind.
“Kitties like you like to lick, hm?”
As his hips stutter, Jisung agrees with eager sounds, claws starting to dig into Minho’s skin.
There’s a gentle whisper, a soft nudge. “Open your eyes, kitty.”
When Jisung opens his eyes, they instantly meet Minho’s, hungry and waiting.
Jisung tilts his head. “Nya?”
“Why don’t you show owner how good you are at licking?”
Oh? Owner wants him to lick?
Jisung is good at licking!
The kitten gets onto his knees, leaning towards Minho with both paws on the bed and brings his lips to Minho’s hand that rests on top of his own thigh. Jisung gets to work instantly, lapping, laving, and enjoying the slight saltiness as he works hard on cleaning his owner the best he can.
A fond chuckle escapes Minho’s lips. His fingers dig into Jisung’s scalp, scratching behind his ear. “Good kitten, but you know that isn’t where I want you.”
Jisung makes a small sound and tilts his head again, frowning.
Owner doesn’t want hand lickies? Then where…
Solving the riddle for him, Minho pulls at Jisung’s hair to bring his head down so it rests in front of the elder’s cock. Glancing up at his owner, Jisung leans forward and starts to lick the head, mewling softly at the way owner’s grip tightens in his hair.
The scratches behind his ear start up again and it encourages him, the kitty upping his efforts as he covers his owner’s cock in his slobber. And soon enough, the licks get less and less bearable—Minho pants, rolling his hips down. He can’t take it anymore, not without pushing his cock down his kitten’s throat.
Jisung squeaks, paws resting either side of owner’s cock as he takes it as best he can down his throat, toes curling with the effort.
“Fuck,” Minho breathes out. His eyes flutter shut, his head falls back. “So wet and warm for me, kitten.”
He gives Jisung another moment to adjust, small mewls falling from his sub’s lips, before drawing his hips back and slamming back in, moaning at the pleasure. Kitten does his best to relax his throat as his owner uses him, but he chokes anyway, Minho’s cock too big and his tempo too rough.
Claws come out, claws that dig into Minho’s skin and give him more jagged lines matching those from earlier.
“Shit, shit,” Minho pants. Seeing his kitten like this, so weak and helpless yet eager to please, has always been his weakness—so much so that it only takes a few more thrusts for his orgasm to sneak up on him.
Minho pulls out. “Tongue out.”
Jisung sticks his tongue out as commanded, purring when his owner’s milk starts hitting it in streaks. He laps it all in and goes for more when Minho’s orgasm starts to die down, licking at the head to get every drop.
The desperate wide eyes, the collar, the ears splattered in cum and the tail swaying from side to side with every movement Jisung does...
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Minho groans and pulls his boyfriend up by his collar to smash their lips together. Minho licks into his mouth and kisses him as if the world depended on it, fingers brushing over Jisung’s sensitive nipples.
There’s a small moan followed by a whimper.
Smirking, Minho’s gaze travels downwards: Jisung is still as hard as before, cock throbbing and throwing a tantrum, left on its own for too long.
“Poor little kitty,” he coos. “So red and neglected. Want owner to take care of it?”
Jisung meows, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek against Minho’s with another purr, giving his agreement in the best way he knows how.
“I’m going to have to remove your pretty little tail, though. What a shame.”
Turning around, Jisung lowers his chest to the bed and wiggles his bottom enticingly, encouraging his owner to play with it.
And Minho does.
He basically rips the plug out of Jisung’s arse, impatient tongue licking circles into it to replace the full feeling of the butt plug. Minho moans, gripping Jisung’s thighs and pushing them even further apart. It makes Jisung fall further into the mattress, mewling and sticking his arse back to give owner everything he wants, in turn relishing in the feeling of his tongue on his hole. It’s so good, he can’t help but keep making little noises as his paws knead into the sheets.
Minho licks and laps at Jisung’s hole as if he were a starving kitten, having been left to roam the streets for too long. He sucks and bites his thighs and arsecheeks before going back to his cock and balls, enjoying the sounds it elicits from the younger.
Unsurprisingly, his cock can’t resist the sight for too long.
A slight smack to Jisung’s arse. “Owner wants to do something to you. You’ll do anything owner wants, hm?”
A loud onslaught of meows sounds, the kitty desperate for his owner to use him in any way he pleases, to take and take and take because kitty wants it, he wants it.
“Turn around.”
Jisung quickly follows the order, leaning forward to lick Minho’s cheek affectionately.
Minho smiles, gently pushing at Jisung’s chest to get him to lie down again.
He pushes his fingers between Jisung’s lips, purring, “Get them wet.”
Jisung does so, eagerly lapping at Minho’s fingers like he did with his cock earlier, dribbling everywhere until Minho deems them wet enough. Then, Minho’s fingers wrap around his cock, stroking it a few times to get it harder and wetter and in a swift motion, owner slides in between his legs.
“A-Ah!”
And how could he not fuck his little kitten if Jisung so obediently wraps his legs around Minho’s waist and stares up at him with pleading eyes to fuck him already?
Relentlessly, he slams his hips into Jisung repeatedly. Jisung’s meows and mewls spur him on just right, like cries and screams at their concerts do, filling him with a similar yet so much more pleasurable type of adrenaline, causing him to move faster, harder.
And Jisung—Jisung is lost to pleasure and fogginess. Drool drips from the corner of his lips down to his chin as he’s pounded into. Eyes roll into the back of his head, claws scratch across his owner’s back, and legs tighten from where they slip to squeeze Minho closer, to feel him deeper.
It’s euphoric. Heaven on Earth made just for Jisung.
Minho’s hand snakes around Jisung’s cock again, and he whispers, “Such a good kitty. So good for owner, so obediently in heat. Wanna cum? Wanna cum for your owner, baby?”
An endless stream of mewls pours from Jisung’s lips as he starts working his own hips to meet Minho’s in a harsher snap of hips, chasing the orgasm he can feel rapidly growing inside him.
Mewling in a warning, he forces his eyes to Minho’s, using them to beg his owner for release.
Not soon after, once Minho feels his own release sneaking up on him again, Jisung gets the permission he so desperately wants.
“Cum for me, kitten.”
Jisung follows the command with a strangled cry, his cock exploding as his body tenses, claws slicing into Minho’s skin, arsehole squeezing his owner’s cock tightly. And then, he can feel his owner’s milk filling him up too, the intensity of it making him shake and whimper before the movements slow down, eventually halting completely.
Minho doesn’t slip out of Jisung yet, letting himself slump down on top of him and pressing a kiss to his lips.
His voice is hoarse as he mutters, “Good job. Such a good kitty, did so well for me.” He reaches out with his hand, too, to pet Jisung’s head. Jisung preens, pushing his head into Minho’s hand with another tired mewl.
They stay there like this, for a bit, with Minho pressing gentle pecks to Jisung’s face and whispering soft reassurances.
Once he starts to soften, he pulls out and feels around for the soft tail, sliding it back inside his boyfriend.
“Kitten, before you sleep, I need you to pay attention to me, yeah?”
“Mmm,” Jisung hums, eyes closed.
“Kitty,” Minho repeats. “I need you to come back to me, yeah? Can you do that? Come back to me as Jisung?”
Jisung’s eyes open to meet Minho’s and he frowns, confused and unhappy.
“Take a deep breath, baby.”
Jisung does as Minho says, following owner’s instructions like the good boy he is, the oxygen attempting to cut through some of the fog in his brain.
“You’re going back to normal,” Minho whispers, trailing a finger up and down his chest. “Your play time as a kitty is over, yeah? You’re no longer a kitten, baby. You’re Jisung, a human; your paws are hands. Your fur is skin. You communicate with words, not meows. Come back to me, Minho.”
Yes. Yes, that sounds right. That is right. He’s Jisung, a human, Minho’s boyfriend.
“M-Min,” Jisung slurs, the word heavy on his tongue.
“Yes, baby, I’m here. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up, too.”
Fighting sleepy eyelids, Jisung moves his head to kiss Minho’s cheek. “Feel good. Y’made it… so good. Thank you. Love you.”
“I love you more,” Minho whispers in return, his chest beaming.
Two hours later, soft meows and scratches to Minho’s thighs wake him. He groans, turns over, grouses, “Not now.”
Jisung, too, grumbles something unintelligible, unhappily awoken by his boyfriend’s movements. He shuffles closer to Minho, attaching himself to his boyfriend’s back.
Then, Dori jumps on Jisung.
He whines and slaps a lazy hand onto Minho. “Your children are demanding attention.”
“Don’t care,” Minho mutters, pulling his boyfriend tighter. “Tired.”
Soonie takes that moment to jump directly onto Minho’s head. That makes Minho shoot up, cursing loudly, and swatting at Soonie in the air—which is completely useless, since the latter already hurried away.
“Ow,” Jisung complains, also sitting up and rubbing his cheek. “Careful where you’re throwing that thing.” That thing being Minho’s body.
Groaning, Minho sinks back down and snuggles back into his boyfriend, slinging a leg over him. “Sorry.”
“You should be,” Jisung retorts, wriggling forwards to mould himself into Minho’s front. They lie in silence for a bit, listening to each other’s breathing.
Now that he’s awake, Jisung thinks about the sex. He never expected his boyfriend to pull hypnotism out of the bag, but now he has, it feels like it’ll be hard not to beg him for it every time. It just felt so freeing, so weightless to be under Minho’s control in that way. He wasn’t thinking, he wasn’t worried if he was being sexy enough or if he sounded weird, there was no anxiety to be found. It was just him and his owner, safe and loving and feeling so fucking good.
“I, uhm… I really liked it. The hypnotism. It was good. Was it… good for you?” Jisung asks, hesitantly.
“No, I only came twice and probably woke up the neighbours,” Minho snorts.
“Hyung,” Jisung whines.
Minho softens, leaning forward to cup his boyfriend’s face. “It was good for me, silly.”
Jisung grins, pecking Minho’s lips. “Maybe we can do it again?”
“Yeah.”
Jisung’s smile is so infectious, Minho can’t help but beam like a lovesick idiot and lean in to kiss him again.
“I’d like that.” Then, his face shifts into something more sinister, his hand reaching down to squeeze his boyfriend’s ass, “Kitten.”
Almost by reflex, a small meow slips from Jisung’s mouth and he slaps a hand to his lips, flushing bright red. Minho laughs and moves it to press their lips together once more. “You’re so cute.”
“This is so embarrassing. What if we hypnotised me too well, and I end up meowing around the members? I’ll never live it down. I can hear Hyunjin’s screeching now. Seungmin will have a field day. Don’t even get me started on Chan and Changbin-hyung.”
“It’d be sexy.”
“You just like seeing me embarrassed.”
“‘Cause you get all cute and flustered.”
Jisung scoffs, batting Minho with his hand. “It would be very cute when I explode from shame in front of them. You’ll have to clear up all the blood.”
“Sexy as ever, baby,” Minho jokes, his expression soon turning serious. He takes Jisung’s hand. “No, seriously, it was perfect for me.”
Jisung’s heart swirls in the way that only Lee Minho can make it. He can’t believe that they found each other so coincidentally, for how well they belong together.
“I love you, hyung,” Jisung whispers.
Minho smiles, pushing forward to take Jisung’s face between his hands and kissing him. “I love you too. Now c’mon, we need to get you cleaned up properly. You’ll be shitting cum if we don’t clean your arsehole soon.”
“Way to ruin the mood, hyung,” Jisung groans, his hands coming up to rest on top of Minho’s.
They shower together, something tender where they wash each other and kiss slowly, and get changed before making it downstairs to feed the cats. They end up on a heap on the sofa, cuddling closely, while Jisung tries to ping his nails off.
“I think you should keep them on,” Minho comments from the side, petting Doongie.
“You’re just saying that because you liked how it felt when I was scratching your head,” Jisung points out, lifting a hand to scratch two fingers onto the top of Minho’s scalp and enjoying the way his boyfriend shivers.
Minho huffs. “I’m also saying that because they’re sexy.”
“And how am I meant to explain them to your parents tomorrow?”
“We were talking about girl groups and were amazed at how they functioned with those nails—cue to you buying some.” A smile spreads on Minho’s lips. “Just one more day, c’mon.”
Jisung sighs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, but you’re cooking dinner for me. I’m fucking starving.”
And then, in a strange voice, he says, “Remember to feed all your kitties, Minho-ah!”
“That means you have to get off me, kitty.”
Jisung, ever the quick thinker, pushes Minho so he’s sitting up on the edge of the sofa and then attaches himself to his back. “Off you go.”
“I will cook you instead,” Minho threatens, yet obediently trots into the kitchen, setting Jisung down on the kitchen table. He’ll clean it later before his parents come home tomorrow, he decides, and busies himself in the kitchen for a bit, then—cooking rice, crushing eggs, chopping some vegetables. Complaining or not, he’d never deny his baby a wish.
It’s only when Minho turns around that he’s met by an, although welcome, tempting sight, and it makes him point the wooden spoon in Jisung’s direction, a playfully threatening sparkle in his eyes. “Stop spreading your legs like that, or I’ll have to fuck you again.”
“I’m just trying to sit comfortably after someone did a number on my arse,” Jisung retorts, sticking his tongue out at Minho.
“It’s not my fault someone woke me up looking like a fucking wet dream.”
“Yeah, well, after listening to you go on and on about how you were going to wreck my arse over the break, I decided it was time to redeem it,” Jisung says.
Minho drops the wooden spoon in the sink and walks over to his boyfriend, putting his hands under his shirt and running them up and down his waist. “What, didn’t think I’d actually do it without a reminder from you?”
“Yeah, well, it was taking a while,” Jisung grumbles with a pout.
“My parents were around the whole time!”
“I can be quiet! We used to live with six other men!” Jisung whines.
“Who all knew we were fucking,” Minho comments, dryly. “Because someone can’t keep it down.”
“I can! You’re such a liar. I kept it down when you were fucking me while on the phone to JYP!”
Now that was an eventful day.
“Yeah, he only paused to ask me if I was alright like, fifty times.”
“That’s an issue, not an iss-me.”
Minho playfully shoves him. “See if I’ll fuck you again until we get back home.”
“Please, all I need are some kitten ears and a butt plug and you won’t be able to resist,” Jisung says, leaning into his boyfriend’s space.
Minho brushes his nose against Jisung and closes his eyes, his hand snaking around his waist and squeezing it tightly. “You underestimate me, kitten.”
“ I don’t think so...” Jisung trails off, before he smirks. “Oh, right, I forgot. You need more, don’t you?”
Raising his fists to make little paws either side of his chin, Jisung says, “Nya!” in his best anime girl voice.
Shit, he’s so cute.
Minho laughs. “I like it better when you’re serious about it, kitty. After all... I got so many pretty meows out of you today.”
That makes Jisung drop his hands, a blush flaring over his cheeks. “Hyung... you can’t just say that.”
“You can’t get embarrassed every time we have sex.”
“I don’t get embarrassed every time we have sex!” Jisung protests. “You say shit like that to fluster me on purpose.”
“It’s not my fault you still get this flustered after being with me for six whole years.”
“We’re new to the whole meowing thing, okay? Give me a break.”
Minho giggles, putting his hands on either side of Jisung and leaning over his body, grinning. “I don’t think little kittens like you can demand when to take a break. That’s what your owner does, kitty.”
Jisung hides his face in Minho’s neck, if only so the elder can’t see how red he’s gone.
“So embarrassed again.”
Jisung bites into his neck.
Minho lets out a loud shriek, and if that results in him pinning Jisung against the kitchen counter and, conveniently, forgetting about his cooking duty, then... who is to know?
(His parents are. They storm into Minho’s childhood bedroom the next morning, scolding him for leaving the kitchen such a mess, and letting the cats starve in the morning—it’s only half an hour past their feeding time, but still.
“Also, when did Jisung grow those nails?”
“Uh... don’t question it, dad.”)