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Minho’s been live for the past hour. Warming up for their games, he told chat. Totally didn’t start streaming early because he’s been so antsy that he had to shoot some targets to keep him from combusting right on the spot. Though he can admit it’s closer to preparing for his early death. Might as well get a game or two in before he passes away live on stream.

Donation: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha - linosleftfoot

Minho can imagine Seungmin’s stupid laugh in his head. Each ha a pronounced thump against his heart. Jisung is going online soon. Seungmin’s having too much fun. Time to see what his demon followers are saying.

At least him and chat are on the same wavelength.

yelambna: oh he’s not going to survive

justiceforomegas: SUB SUB SUB TO OMEGAHANSTER

lemonade_winkuu: rip pussinshoots this is his downfall

fracturesucksbutt: o7 o7 o7 praying for lino… he’s not gonna survive

catboiluver9500: i think imma pop a knot when hannie gets on stream

V1P3RS1MP: yep ofc @catboiluver9500 is gonna be so fine with a catboy cosplay COPIUM COPIUM

chaosctrl: are we sure @catboiluver9500 isnt linos secret account

solarfyn: anyone have omegahansters stream up?????

fairyghoul: he should be online soon,,,, its still on the loading screen

Surprise, surprise. Minho’s already waiting. Pixelated stars sparkle on Omegahanster’s loading screen while lofi music plays. You’d think Jisung’s stream would be more suited for a Stardew Valley playthrough, or Pokémon speed run, rather than something as toxic as Valorant.

Soon. Jisung is going to go online soon. And if from what Jisung’s tweet said about certain items Felix has bought him to wear, Minho’s sanity will be hanging on by a thread.

A message ping on Discord catches his attention.

foxincrocs: pspspsps @pussnshoots join the call pspspsps

pussnshoots: u do realise im not an actual cat

foxincrocs: debatable

pussnshoots: …

foxincrocs: okay, maybe not this time… you’ve got ur own pet this time don’t u

pussnshoots: im unfriending u

foxincrocs: can’t handle the truth

foxincrocs: fr,,,, if even i can see what’s going on??? like cmon hyung

Jeongin’s most definitely been hanging out with Hyunjin, who cannot keep a secret to save his life. Oh god. And after those comments from a few weeks ago on stream, Minho’s pretty sure he’s lost Jeongin to the let’s all make fun of Minho and his ‘so obvious crush on Jisung’ agenda.

There’s no more of that peace and comfort knowing that not everyone could see through him and his feelings for Jisung. That at least Jeognin had been just as oblivious as the boy himself– but no, after many months, he now has joined the crew in teasing him.

It’s reassuring in a way, the way all of them are clearly so supportive. That maybe it’s okay to just say fuck it, and fuck Jisung– he cringes slightly. Maybe a nicer way to put it would be to tell him about his feelings, but Minho can’t help the dirty thoughts ever since he read the words ‘Felix just told me he’s purchased a catgirl outfit so guess what I’m wearing for tomorrow’s 500k sub stream!!’ on OmegaHanster’s twitter account.

Minho decides to leave Jeongin on read, and directly joins the discord call where Chan, Changbin and Jeongin are already online. The discord group call is named by the one and only Chan: Wolf-clan. Minho has debated asking Chan if he really does have a thing for wolves, but he knows it will somehow backfire on him.

“Oh, looks like some are on the call already, lemme join,” Minho tells chat before connecting to the call.

They’re mid-conversation when he joins, some debate of new tactics and plays to try out, but it sounds more like Changbin is presenting a business proposal.

“Can we five-man frenzy? Like okay think about it, there’s no way they can kill all of us if we rush them. We run in, blind ‘em and shoot ‘em all down. Like, nothing can go wrong with that. Okay, maybe a death or two. But like I said, not all of us will die.. The best tactic is surprise. And when they’re all dead, there’s no way they can plant the spike. Right? Yes. Thank you.”

“Binnie hyung,” Jeongin says. “You are insane.”

“Yes, but it can work.”

“It sounds fun and it could work.” Chan says, ever the optimist. “He’s got some good points.”

“Hello,” Minho says. “And yes, let’s fucking do it.”

“Even pussnshoots himself agrees, Jeonginnie,” Changbin adds. “Do it for your favourite hyung.”

Minho can visualise Jeongin’s eye-roll.

“Okay, I’ll say yes for my favourite hyung.” Minho can hear the Cheshire-like grin on Jeongin’s face as he speaks. “Minho hyung, yes we can do it.”

“Yah, you know I meant me! Ayen-ah! Minho is already taken, do you need to fight two cats?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Minho says sternly and gives Changbin’s profile picture a sharp glare for good measure. “I have three cats. Chat, who wants to know Nanodwaekki’s phone number?”

“Okay okay, enough debates now.” Chan attempts to cool him down. “Lino, calm. Jisung should be joining soon.”

Changbin huffs. “I was obviously referring to himself and his catboy who should be here any second, please save us.”

“Do I need to tell Hyunjin what you told me last time we had drinks?” Minho asks.

“I surrender, oh my god. Channie hyung, control him!”

“We have to wait for Sung-ah for that.”

Minho ignores them when he hears another donation, sent by the one and only Hwang Hyunjin.

Donation: Tell me what he said and I’ll make a new package of custom emotes for you – hwangingon

“Wouldn’t you want to know? This can be discussed further–”

“Yah!” Changbin yells. “Don’t haggle with him, Jinnie. Chat is exposing you!”

Donation: I will provide pictures Felix has sent me >:)))) – hwangingon

Minho chuckles to himself as he glances back at the chat.

fairyghoul: istg this whole group are all horny for each other

linosrightarm: share the pics share the pics !!! OH MY GAWD PLEASEEEE

cloudrages: can hannie pls get on stream i am vibrating and need to see lino explode

A bit dramatic, but not far from the truth, he accepts.

Speaking of the devil— there’s the ping notification that Jisung has joined the group call.

Everyone on call pauses for a second before Felix’s voice comes through in his headphones.

“Wait, spin around. Let me see the full catgirl costume.”

“Lix, this is a maid outfit.”

Oh. That catches Minho’s attention.

“Not just a maid outfit. A kitty maid outfit. Now spin!”

“You're insane–”

“Hey, I saw five comments on maid, I had to do it for the fans.”

“Okay. You and five of chat are insane.”

Minho can’t stop the way his foot has started fidgeting at each word that comes from Jisung’s microphone. Each hint of what’s to come. What he’s about to witness on screen. As if the anticipation hasn’t been bubbling up inside of him for the past few weeks, waiting for this moment. He’s fighting the urge to yell at Jisung’s camera to just turn on and let him fucking see. The anticipation gnaws at his bones.

Chan clears his throat before speaking up, “Say hi to the Wolf Clan Sung-ah, they can hear you from the call!”

“Oh! I already joined the call oops, hiiii!” Jisung says before there’s an attempt at a hushed whisper directed towards Felix. “You didn’t tell me we joined the call yet.”

“Ow, mod abuse. And you clicked it? Hello?”

“Yo, you ready for your stream Sung-ah?” Changbin decides to help them out and interrupts their hushed conversation.

“I’m ready… maybe. Ahhh, this is scary.”

“Hush, Jisung looks very good,” Felix tacks on, “I’m sure some of you will enjoy it very very much, right Minho hyung?”

The sound of his own name being called out catches him off guard, causing him to snap his head to Jisung’s stream. Still not live yet– the night sky still fills the screen, just the rush of Jisung’s excited chat as they wait in anticipation.

God, could he be any more obvious. He mentally facepalms. He’s got to play it a lot cooler than this if he’s got any chance of surviving this afternoon.

“Um yeah, I bet you're gonna look swag as fuck Sung-ah, of course.” Minho gives a thumbs up to the camera just as he realsies Jisung won’t even be able to see him.

Shitshitshit– that was fine, totally.

Jeongin, Chan, and Changbin cracking up in his headphones doesn’t reassure him much.

Minho swears he usually isn’t like this. In fact, he’s actually a very cool streamer. Trust him. So what if Jisung brings out a little stupidity out of him from time to time? So what if his brain freezes over at the sheer presence that is Jisung? He can totally play it off. He’s pussnshoots. He can get through this.

“Oh, you really think so, hyung? I’ll look pretty swag?” Jisung confidently asks through their friends' laughter.

Minho can’t tell how much is teasing and how much is genuine in Jisung’s words, but all he can reply is, “Pretty, yeah… really pretty.”

The world is against him as everyone on call has decided silence was the only option at this very moment. Minho needs to start preparing his early grave.

“Oh God, we’ve lost him again.” Jeongin finally breaks the silence. “Jisung isn’t even streaming yet.”

All Minho can focus on is the sweet whispered thank you hyung that comes from Jisung’s microphone after Jeongin’s comment. Yep, definitely jumping into that grave from dying of Han Jisung-related heart palpitations.

“Well, okay… Imma go do that!” Jisung says. “I’ll mute myself on the call for a bit whilst I start my stream!”

“All good, ping us when you join again, then we can queue up for some games!” Chan responds.

“Anyways, as I was saying…” Changbin buts in. “Five-man frenzy… yes or yes?”

Minho decides to tune them out and mutes his mic on the call for a bit as he catches up on his own chat.

goob: KITTY MAID WUT WAIT WHJSAKJSJKS

lux_main: did anyone hear that right or did he just say kitty maid

realmfix: kitty MAID HELLO is anyone else dead

pewpewsage: when are u gonna play SAGEEEEE????

minniesimp07: @linosleftfoot can we run a simp poll pls

linosleftfoot (mod): i can work with that

At least Minho isn’t the only one losing it over the information recently obtained. Though he also can’t let the people calling him out win. He can’t let them have this over him.

“Seungmin, as the one who pays you. Do not. I’m telling you now. No. You and your lil gang of followers aren’t doing this again.”

FAKER: booooooo

minnie_pup: someone is scared of the results being 100% hannie simp

catboiluver9500: petition to promote @linosleftfoot to channel manager

iceboxmeout: pussnshoots will ban us from being too horny, the dog king must rise

solarfyn: SEUNGMINNERS RISE UP

Donation: VOTE SEUNGMIN FOR PRESIDENT woof woof woof - FIZZxTEEMO

linosleftfoot (mod): the people have spoken

Minho’s about to throw his keyboard at the monitor. What has he done for his own community to cheer for his downfall? He’s given Seungmin too much control. That, or he’s literally exposed himself as too much of a simp for one Han Jisung and this is just the inevitable.

“Seungmin, stop hijacking my own stream, I have other things to worry about.” Minho buries his head in his hands. One day he’s going to face a proper revolution on his own channel, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. But there are more pressing matters Minho must deal with, such as keeping his heart rate down at the thought of Han Jisung in a kitty maid outfit. Minho’s true downfall.

He flinches from the Operator shot in his ear.

Donation: OMEGAHANSTER’S STREAM HAS STARTED!!!! - omegainmypocket

wqntsobad: as if he hasn’t already got it up on another screen

j4yw0n13: ^^^^

boddarz: ^^^^^^

linosleftfoot (mod): ^^^^

Before Minho can start to defend himself, Jisung’s voice rings out on the stream.

“Hi guys! Uhhh, camera’s not on yet, but oh my god, happy 500k subs! Let me just…” Jisung pauses, clearly mentally preparing himself to show off his cosplay. He didn’t turn on the camera yet. “Oh my god…. This is— no I can’t do this.”

Minho can already picture the blush that’s on Jisung’s face. A pretty pink. Would it match pink ears fitted upon his head, or would he have chosen black or brown for a more natural look? Are there more accessories in his hair, some pretty sparkly clips? A colourful headband?

His questions are about to be answered as the camera is finally turned on, and it’s— not Jisung?

It’s Felix’s big grin that takes up the focus when Jisung’s stream finally starts showing his actual room. His deep voice echoes in Minho’s ears, “Are you ready hansters? I made him look reallllllll pretty just for you! My best work yet!”

Jisung laughs, still off camera, “Yes, Lixie did a great job… but ahhh. I don’t know–”

“Aish, Han-ah, don’t make them wait forever. Some people are eagerly waiting.” Felix wiggles his eyebrows as he looks to the side to where Jisung must be standing.

It’s only a second later the microphone picks up a mumbled fuck it. Jisung gently shoves Felix out of the way and steps into frame.

“Happy 500k subs!” Jisung grins through the slight cringe that flashes across his face before embracing the look and striking a pose. “From your favourite kitty!”

The first thing Minho’s eyes zone in on is the fluffy black ears perched upon Jisung’s equally fluffy dark hair. A light pink ribbon frames each ear on his head. It blends seamlessly into this messy flop of hair, Minho’s sure it must be some kind of clip-on accessory rather than a headband. It blends in a bit too realistically that it's got Minho twitching in his pants as he repositions himself in his chair.

His eyes admire each detail of Jisung, gazing upon the smudged eyeliner he has on, to the sheen of glitter that highlights the tip of his round nose, and the rosy pink blush on his cheeks– definitely pink blush, different from the natural shade of red Jisung’s golden skin deepens to whenever he’s flustered. Felix has obviously done his makeup, just enough to enhance Jisung’s naturally beautiful features. Minho has to consciously keep his mouth from hanging open and prevent drool from spilling over his lips.

Instead, he swallows hard before his eyes trail down further, and stop at the younger’s neck. Jisung’s pretty neck is usually bare or decorated with a simple silver chain, but now hosts a black choker— no. Not just a choker. A collar. A simple, black band stark against his honeyed skin, complete with a silver heart ring. Minho doesn’t dare venture further into what else could be attached to the collar, staring at the silver bell that hangs from the silver heart ring.

He blinks rapidly, as if to match his sudden accelerated heart beat. It’s getting harder and harder not to just gawk at the screen.

The square neckline of the dress is low, showing too much skin yet not enough for Minho’s greedy gaze. The exposed skin of Jisung’s chest and collarbones scream to be bitten and marked. The last few letters of the word blessed are revealed by the neckline, stark black ink of the tattoo Jisung got only the month before.

Yet, all that runs through Minho’s mind is that Jisung’s skin is too bare. It deserves to be coloured red and purple, where blood vessels pop from Minho’s devotion.

Jisung’s talking, but Minho can’t hear anything through the roaring of blood that rushes through his body. Jisung takes a few steps back away from his desk, putting the whole outfit on display.

As if the cat ears and collar hadn’t been enough to send Minho into an early grave, Jisung’s wearing a form-fitting maid dress. It clings to his chest, tightly hugging his little tits.

The apron is adorned with white frills and delicate black lacing, the white strings emphasise Jisung’s sinfully small waist. Layers of fabric underneath the skirt of the dress give it its shape. He’s got some black, fingerless gloves that reach midway of his forearm, along with black thigh high socks that hug his small thighs just right. Felix must have splashed out on this outfit– it’s not some cheap party costume just by the looks of it.

Minho licks his lips, and swallows again. Trying to be somewhat subtle over the fact that Jisung has just come onto the screen in an outfit from Minho’s very own wet dreams. He pinches himself to make sure he isn’t in some hyperrealistic one right now.

Ouch.

Okay, definitely real, and here, in this human plane of space. Jisung is out there less than an hour away in that dress, and Minho is not there with him. He doesn’t know if it’s a curse or a blessing, but he knows he’s already got to subtly adjust himself in his pants before anyone notices his demeanour.

yelambna: is it just me or is he drooling

localminho: UR GONNA CATCH FLIES LIKE THAT SIMP

chaosctrl: pls someone clip this, man is going into rut on sight

Ev0lve_Raz3: lmao what is with the posture

Damn chat.

Minho straightens his back, trying to look somewhat casual as he tunes back into what’s happening on OmegaHanster’s stream.

“Wait, Sungie.” Felix wiggles his eyebrows and lifts up a long fluffy black tail. “Can’t have a kitty without his tail right?”

Jisung’s eyes widen comically, mouth parted in surprise. “You didn’t?”

Felix manhandles Jisung around and adjusts the skirt to attach the tail clip accessory onto the dress.

“I mean, I bought two. I’ll show you the other one later.” Felix brushes off quickly. “And of course I did! It’s a catgirl costume? What did you expect?”

Jisung huffs. “Did you just want to dress me on cam? Why didn’t we finish this earlier?”

“No particular reason, just… slipped my mind.” Felix gives Jisung a light smack on the ass. Jisung spins around quickly to smack him right back.

Minho can’t take his eyes off the flowy fabric as it moves along with Jisung, the skirt lifting enough to spot the sliver of skin where the tops of his thigh high socks lay. Felix smiles widely directly at the camera before asking, “Well… How does he look, chat?”

Jisung dashes back in front of the camera, showing off his makeup and kitty ears up close and personal for all his viewers. The bell that lays on his throat jingles when he turns his head from side to side, blinking his eyes owlishly as if to tempt the viewers to give him pretty compliments. As if he would need to. Minho would be down on his hands and knees at the snap of Jisung’s fingers.

Minho quickly glances at Jisung’s chat.

devil__spit: SDJNKDJKSJSKDSJDHJHSA

D3ADL0CK: prettyyyyyyyyy

xoxobeam: HANNIE PLEASE ONE CHANCE PLEASE

sniperbees: ive passed away goodbye world

princess_sung: catgirl catgirl catgirl one kiss one kiss pls pls pls

NOTdwaekki: lemme hit

bunnyhearts: ive never needed to eat a person more in my life

Jisung bites his lip as he reads the comments, “You guys are too sweet to me… and horny. Ummm, Lix, shouldn't someone be actually moderating my stream?”

“Catgirl was chosen, why are we surprised at the horny? I mean, I’m horny.”

“Felix, shut the fuck up,” Jisung snorts before playfully shooing him away, “Go go, do your job.”

“Wow, diva. I get it… I get the costume, do the makeup, get your toys–”

“Thank you Felix!” Jisung cuts in, before continuing softer. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

There’s a sincerity in his tone that Minho knows Felix means the world to Jisung.

“Anyways, enjoy your pretty kitty, viewers! I worked hard on this masterpiece!” Felix yells into the microphone, leaves a wet smack of a kiss on the apple of Jisung’s cheek, and runs away to his room.

Hmmm. Totally not jealous. Nope.

He totally doesn’t imagine what it would feel like to press his lips against the plush of Jisung’s cheek. How soft and warm his skin would be. He sighs. Ignores the tug at his heart.

Minho thinks that’ll be the extent for now. He can survive, just as long as he tries to not look at his third monitor. Where there’s a beautiful boy in a maid outfit and cat ears on screen. If he can do that, he’ll survive their gaming session. Easy.

It takes Jisung three rounds before he pulls out his ‘new’ strategy he swears he saw work on Tiktok. In or out of a catgirl outfit, Jisung is still Jisung. Minho wouldn’t have it any other way, whereas he thinks Changbin would vouch otherwise.

“Jisung, I swear to god if you run headfirst into the enemy team alone, I will be the one putting you headfirst into the toilet–”

“Cats don’t like water! This is animal abuse. Jisung abuse! I’m hurt, hyung. Now watch me clutch this shit.”

Jisung did not clutch this shit.

Minho can’t help the smile that fights its way onto his face as he shakes his head fondly.

He pauses to take a look at his chat. Simp emotes flood it.

“Get that shit away, you don’t know what you’re on about.” Minho scoffs with a light-hearted eye roll.

He swears he’s not that easy to read… Though he guesses anything regarding Jisung has always been the only exception.

The emotes flood his chat at an increased rate, a blur of accusations.

“Seungmin, ban them all.”

linosleftfoot (mod): No.

And here come all the clapping emotes.

“I don’t know who you’re all calling simps, when you’re all simping for dog boy.”

Donation: bark bark bark bark bark bark - seungGOD69

Okay, so what if Minho likes to troll? He guesses he shouldn’t be surprised at the fact that he’s attracted all other troll viewers.

Donation: when are you going to admit to Jisung that youre down bad?? - justice4silco

Yep, Minho is going to have to put an end to automatic donos, because fuck.

Curse Seungmin for letting them through, though he’s sure Seungmin is actually his biggest troll. He knows he’s got a shrine for his downfall somewhere.

“Stop simping for my mod and putting me on blast, and maybe I’ll stop threatening you.”

ATE8_ATE8: maybe we’re into that >:))))

hanpoppin: so u do admit ur a simp

God. If chat knows, Jisung must know. Despite his oblivious nature, he can’t not see it. Minho shivers at the thought.

He’s seen an edit or two of clips from his own streams– the way his face looks when he’s clearly not just looking at the game, small smile on his face, eyes glancing somewhere off to the side. He swears he doesn’t look like that most of the time. He can control himself… to an extent.

Maybe not now. As he listens in to Jisung’s stream once again, hearing his name pop up in the conversation.

“Two duelists is fineeee… Minho hyung is on his lurker duties, and I’m supposed to blast them all head-on before he even gets there. You know I got this chat, don’t doubt my skills,” Jisung rambles on to his own chat. “Just ignore that one. I blame Channie, but don’t tell him I said that.” He scrunches his eyebrows in concentration as he chooses what he wants from the shop for this round.

“Oh wait, I forgot to show you earlier! And chat, please don’t clip this, but look… the socks even have the kitten paws!”

Jisung lifts his foot to the camera, trying to balance on his chair, attempting to display the bottom of his socks without somehow exposing himself in the dress.

And just like he said, there are cute pink paws on the soles of his thigh high socks.

Minho takes a deep breath, trying to follow the breathing exercises Changbin once suggested for him to do. Because…

a) he thinks he’s about to burst a blood vessel.

b) actually no it's not a blood vessel that’s gonna burst, it's his dick because

c) all the blood has rushed down to his dick

He’d like to reiterate the fact that no, he doesn’t have a foot fetish, despite the way his brain ponders it for a hot second as soon as Jisung displayed his socks.

And it’s fine. It’s so so so fine.

It’s only been about forty-five minutes into their joint stream, and about five minutes into their first match, and Minho is now evaluating everything in his life that’s led to this moment.

He doesn’t dare look down, but he can clearly feel it. A strain in his pants, the way his boxers no longer feel loose.

Fuck.

He should’ve expected this.

The sight of Jisung alone could get him to bust a nut instantly, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s livestreaming to thousands of viewers and on call with his friends at this very moment.

Minho doesn’t know which would be worse: to be hard live on stream, trying to pretend that everything is totally okay. Or to be off stream, alone at home, desperately jerking off to clips of your best friend showing off his kitten beans on the socks of his catgirl outfit.

He’s not given a moment to debate the thought as a donation from Jisung’s stream rings in his ears.

Donation: Can you give us a meow for your supporters! - bingchillen

Jisung’s chat is going to be the death of Minho.

“Oh, you want me to meow? I mean, that makes sense…” Jisung’s pauses for a second before meowing for the camera, eyes wide as he does. “Meow?”

The sound is tentative and soft. A bit unsure of himself, but it echoes in Minho’s ears nonetheless.

“Meow.” Again, with slightly more confidence this time. It sounds far too realistic. If Minho’s cats hear that, they’d think Minho had gone out and adopted another sibling for them.

Minho rethinks— Jisung will be the death of him.

“Felix says I need to meow at every donation… doesn’t this seem like a bit much?”

leagueoflixie (mod): if you dont im quitting

“Okay, okay– don’t need the threats, I’ll meow!”

Felix is now added to the list of things that will be the death of him.

Another couple more rounds in and Jisung’s worked past the slight embarrassment of the outfit pretty quickly. Almost as quickly as Minho got hard, some could say. Minho shall not, in order to protect his own mental health.

Jisung embraces his kitty persona with ease, meowing and responding to teasing and flirty messages from his chat. Every few words there's a meow.

Another string of words that makes Minho dizzy.

He can’t help the way his eyes continuously dart to the side. He’s not being subtle anymore. He hasn’t dared glance at chat, scared of what they might say.

“Min, something on your mind?” Chan’s teasing comes through the mic. “You seem to be having a hard time focusing on the game.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

At this point, he’s used to the simp callouts and fond-gazing accusations. The outfit, the meowing, the flirting and meowing in the outfit. That’s a whole other ballpark.

Pussnshoots is about to have a new rebranding into twitch’s very own Valorant themed OnlyFans streamer if Jisung doesn’t stop making Minho horny as fuck. It’s verging on a very dangerous situation.

Minho can’t even be distracted by Jeongin teleporting to a weird place, which seems very much like a bug, though Jeongin will insistits skill. And it will be clipped later for his tiktok compilation Felix will help him edit.

He risks a glance to chat in hopes of gaining some sanity back.

mf_main: odds on the chances that he’s too busy watching hannie’s stream to focus

minhoesinthishouse: welcome back, he remembers we exist…

noobkiller: LOL RIP MINHO BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME o7

leebitzz: get good bruh

smurf69: minho is safe here considering the fact half the time he’s watching hannie’s stream instead of playing

localminho: SIMPPPPP SIMPPPPP SIMPPPPP

devil__spit: minhos veins look like theyre about to pop wtf

apollosvng: got it clipped bois, real life footage of an alpha going into rut

cloudrages: bro the GRIP he has on that mouse. Calm down tiger

For a moment, he’s sure that it can’t get worse than this.

Alas, there’s no God out there listening to his prayers.

Because Jisung starts to whine.

The way Jisung decided to be whinier than usual in this game is definitely not helping. Not that Minho minds. In fact, he finds it rather endearing when the younger gets defensive and pouty, playfully bickering.

The tone of his voice jumps up and down as he tries to petulantly argue his likely wrong take. The high pitch means that he’s got his eyebrows furrowed, lips pulled in an exaggerated pout. Jisung shouldn’t sound so fuckable while he desperately tries to prove his point.

Becoming more of a brat as he argues. A pretty little brat.

It’s flashes of hot and cold– The way he argues on call, then switches to an obedient little thing by meowing for his chat.

Minho doesn’t know what the outfit’s done to him.

The things Minho could do to put him in his place, train his little spitfire exactly how to act…

He runs a hand through his hair. Not now, not now, not now.

The problem in his pants is still very much apparent, and if he continues this line of thought, he might come untouched.

He can’t help the way he bounces his leg, trying to put his mind into anything other than Jisung.

The sounds that come from Jisung’s stream are unrelenting. Continuous whines and pouting, along with a constant stream of meowing. It’s almost enraging, the way he can’t even focus on the match. He spots the enemy flanking his left just in time to dodge and teleport out of the way of the rapid spray of their gun.

Then Jisung’s clear voice.

“Huh? I’m your pet… and you're my owner? I guess that makes sense. I’m your good kitty, right?”

Minho blinks in rapid succession in hopes the rest of his face doesn’t expose the way his whole body reacts.

It’s like he’s been whipped, flayed and exposed raw, because who the fuck dares to—

Another one of Jisung’s donation’s ring in his ears.

Donation: The prettiest kitty Hannie!!!! The perfect kitty just for us!!! Congratulations on the 500k!! WE LOVE YOU MOST!!! - hiddenquokka

“Ahhh, please, you're gonna make me cry. You’re too sweet to me. It’s all thanks to you that I’m here! You make me feel happiest, you know that. I’ll be the best kitty just for you all.”

Minho’s vision fills with green.

Who makes Jisung happiest?

Minho.

Who always makes Jisung feel special?

Minho.

Those are spots reserved for Minho.

Electricity runs up and down his spine, sparking each neuron alight.

Jealousy. Possessiveness.

Minho swears he’s never been like this… or at least, never this intense– until Han Jisung came into his life.

The selfish feelings only come up on rare occasions where Minho wishes he were the one to be on the receiving end of the casual affection Jisung displays towards all of their friends. It never mattered that Felix was Jisung’s friend first, that Chan and Changbin look after him like overprotective brothers, that Jisung was just as playful with Seungmin, Hyunjin and Jeongin.

Jisung’s always been Minho’s. It’s never needed to be said aloud.

But chat? God, this is a first. Jealous of a bunch of unknown faces, cheering praise and getting Jisung’s full attention.

Minho lets go of the mouse and keyboard, closing and opening his hands quickly, making the blood flow and getting feeling back into them.

The feelings are a poison flowing through his bloodstream. An open wound on his skin where a snake’s fangs have pierced soft flesh, sending its venom throughout his body. The only cure is to have Jisung by his side, his to own, to keep for as long as he lives.

His favourite person. His source of joy. His kitty. His.

Jisung knows it…. Right? He must.

Minho thinks he’s going insane. This is his chat. Jisung’s supporters and fans. And he’s jealous, possessive, a toxicity he never knew he could feel so viscerally.

He sounds ridiculous.

Hasn’t even confessed his feelings for the boy. The way his heart aches to to hold his hand, to caress the swell of his cheek, to place a soft kiss upon the tip of his nose, to fuck him until he cries.

Minho is going to blame it on the fact that all the blood has rushed to his cock. He can’t think about anything else other than having his Jisung in his arms, holding him tight and fucking him into the matress, cat ears bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

He’s somehow gotten harder. He’s not going to last long. How much of this fucking game is left?

Round 9.

Fuck. Too long. Far too long.

He grips the mouse too hard. Too tightly.

He needs to shoot something.

The enemy Sova will do.

He whips his camera to the right— bang. Headshot.

“Damn Min, nice shot.” Chan chuckles. “Guess you aren’t as out of it as we thought.”

“What’re you on about? I’m never out of it.”

copiumthesenuts: fucking copium bro

sniperbees: watched man drool on screen for the past 20 mins instead of play the game

yelambna: welcome back, he finally took his eyes off hannie for 3 seconds

Again, fuck chat.

“What’re you on about, Channie hyung?” Jisung asks. “Minho hyung is clearly the number one on our team.”

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Jeongin whispers to himself.

Minho bites his lips to suppress the smile at Jisung’s words.

Sweet angel.

“Look at him trying to win the world record of quickest time of dying in every round.” Jisung continues, a playful glint in his eye.

Minho splutters for a second in disbelief, “Who do you think you’re talking to?” He attempts to sound at least a little bit menacing as he defends himself. But he can’t help the fondness seeping into his voice when he whispers brat. He shakes his head, a small smile escaping this time.

More of a sweet brat than an angel… though neither version of Jisung is making the problem in his pants go away.

He looks over to his third monitor where Jisung sits prettily, a smug grin gracing his face before he replies, “What was that, hyung? I didn’t quite hear you?”

He rethinks. Maybe just brat is better.

“I said, maybe someone should focus more on the game then.”

He doesn’t bother looking at chat as he knows the word hypocrite is about to be blasted through it.

“You’re the pussy here, rush the enemy team with me then, big boy.”

“Well,” Minho pauses before retaliating, “you’re a bad kitty.”

Jisung whips his head to the side, “Excuse me? How could you? Pussnshoots-ssi denying his own name and then calling me a bad kitty. What do you need me to do, meow just for you?”

Minho’s cock twitches in his pants once again, mind scrambling for a response through the fog of horniness.

“Is this some sort of feline foreplay, ‘cause if it is, I beg you stop and focus on the game.” Jeongin exasperatedly cuts in before Minho’s able to respond. “We are losing.”

“Hey, let them have their fun—“ Chan mediates.

“Oh, of course you’re into this hyung, you’re practically a furry.”

The voice call is suddenly left on silent as the announcer in game declares that the enemy has successfully planted the spike.

“Innie-yah!” Chan finally exclaims. Minho can imagine him with his head in his hands as he once again deals with another one of these allegations.

“Somebody clip this I beg.” Changbin wheezes as they buy weapons for the next round.

Meow just for you? Jisung’s words circle his mind over and over, and his cock somehow gets harder and harder.

Minho laughs along with them before a donation from Jisung’s viewers grabs his attention.

Donation: Jisung-ah youre our best kitty. Pussnshoots is the bad kitty. Can you meow for us one more time please. - monstermanhoe

Jisung hums. “Mmmhmm. He’s such a bad kitty, right?”

Oh god, the things Minho needs to do to put him in his place.

And of course, eager-to-please Jisung replies with another meow, another declaration of devotion to another one of his followers.

“But I’m your kitty, right? Only yours. No one else can have me but you.”

That– that strikes a nerve. Another sting of a bite. More poison Minho can’t stop from entering his system.

“Are you sure about that, Jisungie?”

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise at the question, a soft gasp leaving his lips. He stills for a second, before a mischievous look passes his features.

Minho knows he’s not prepared for whatever is about to leave Jisung’s mouth.

“I’m sure, there’s nobody else who wants me other than chat. I don’t think anyone else has told me otherwise.”

“Didn’t you say you were going to meow just for me?”

“Someone didn’t tell me a yes or no—”

“Yes.”

Minho cringes at the speed of his own response, but he can’t focus on anything else as the possessive snake within him coils around his heart. Squeezing tighter and tighter at each instance Jisung had meowed for some other person, some unknown follower.

“Oh, okay.” Jisung’s voice is softer now, shy after Minho’s admission as if he hadn’t been taunting and playing with Minho’s sanity ever since he went online.

Jisung meows. For Minho.

He tries to school his breathing, the mouse in his hand is much too fragile for the force he’s applying to the smooth plastic.

“How was that hyung? Think you’ll be able to focus now?”

Minho knows Jisung’s beaming, he can hear it in his voice.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to hear it again.”

Jisung meows again. For Minho.

It’s getting harder rather than easier to focus. He loops around to another spot to flank the enemy that’s making their way towards point B.

Maybe if he grips the mouse just a little tighter he won’t lose track of what’s important. Ignoring the way Jisung meows has made his cock painfully hard.

Aim and fire.

He squeezes the mouse tighter.

Another meow.

Move. Tighter. Aim. Flick. Aim. Shoot.

Another meow.

Tighter. Aim. Shoot. Move.

Another meow.

Tighter.

Another meow.

Tighter. Tighter. Tighter.

Crack.

His mouse doesn’t respond. It stays static on screen while he moves his character around, the camera refusing to change its view.

“Min, the fuck are you doin’, get over here,” Changbin yells at him.

“Fuck, ummm, technical difficulties… My mouse is broken.”

Though this mouse wasn’t exactly the prey he was looking for.

“What? Put new batteries in it or something quick.”

“No... It’s like broken-broken.”

“How the fuck?” Jeongin exclaims.

“I squished my mouse to death.”

“You animal?!”

“Well, I am a cat.”

“No, Jisung is a cat.”

Jisung meows.

What is even going on?

“Well, uhhhh, I guess I can’t play anymore? Sorry my guys.” Minho sighs as he looks down at his crushed mouse.

“But hyungggg,” Jisung whines.

“Sung-ah stop pouting and focus, we’re a man down.” Changbin cuts him off.

Jisung simply pouts harder.

“Well, get another mouse hyung,” Jisung says. “You’re supposed to be here for my special stream.”

He wants me here, Minho internally beams.

“Don’t worry Sungie, I’ll still be here, I'll watch you guys.”

Jisung smiles brighter than the sun.

Minho takes a second to figure out how to close the program without his mouse and move Jisung’s stream to his main monitor.

Wait.

Maybe that was a mistake, because here Minho sits with no excuse of focusing on anything else but Jisung. Jisung’s stream is now the centre of his attention, cute focused pout and all just for Minho’s eyes.

He could barely handle it with part of his focus on playing Valorant, how is he supposed to keep calm with thousands of eyes on him as he just watches Jisung. A quick decision must be made.

“Sorry guys, ending stream today, but I’ll make it up to you!”

chaosctrl: you guys aka. just hannie

pewpewsage: sadge :((((

lemonade_winkuu: bet how long it takes for OMEGAHANSTER to also have technical difficulties

fracturesucksbutt: GIVEAWAY GIVEAWAY GIVEAWAY

boddarz: bruhhhh man is going into rut and killed his mouse for it

“Yeahhh… well, see you on the flip side!”

Minho closes all at once, disconnecting from the group call as well as ending the stream suddenly.

“Wha– hyung left?” Jisung’s worried voice calls out, lips downturned as he tries to look unphased and happy still on stream.

Minho guesses he shouldn’t have reacted so callously after saying he’d be there. He quickly goes to remedy the situation.

Sending a donation to Jisung’s stream.

Donation: my eyes are just on u kitty - pussnshoots

Was that too much? That wasn’t too much? It’s fine. He nervously bites his nail for a second, watching Jisung’s reaction.

Jisung flushes a pretty crimson as the dono is read out, looking to the side as he says, “Oh, stay for me too.”

Minho types quickly.

Donation: only if u meow - pussnshoots

“Of course hyung-ah.”Jisung looks giddy again now that he’s been reassured Minho isn’t leaving him. ”Meow.”

And yeah, turning off the stream has indeed not turned off Minho’s boner. It makes itself known as his cock twitches in his pants again.

He gives into temptation, another wave of Jisung’s whining making him lose his mind. He reaches a hand down and presses his palm gently on his clothed cock. The slight friction feels like ecstasy after being untouched for so long.

He pushes down harder, releasing a groan into the silence of his room.

Thank fuck he left the call.

He continues to palm himself to the sound of Jisung’s voice. To his pretty flushed face. His furrowed brows and pout.

“Minho hyung, this one's for you. Watch me!”

Jisung’s got a cocky grin plastered on his face, and god does Minho need to kiss it off him. He throws his head back as he pushes down harder, hips unconsciously jerking up, chasing that sweet friction. He has to remind himself not to close his eyes and get lost in the pleasure, and watch as Jisung tries hard, sneaking around a corner and throwing his cluster grenade at the enemy before mowing them down.

Minho can’t take his eyes off his heart shaped smile as the announcer declares it a double kill.

He takes a deep breath before reaching forward to type on his keyboard.

Donation: that’s my good kitty - pussnshoots

Jisung’s smile widens.

It’s during the next game that Minho’s pretty sure Jisung is doing this to spite him.

Jisung knows Minho’s watching his stream. Jisung knows. End of story. Maybe that’s why he’s decided to use the most outrageous vocabulary all of a sudden, that somehow is completely okay for the game, yet also drives Minho crazy.

It’s like Jisung wants Minho to get off. It can’t be a coincidence.

Jisung must know what he’s doing. There must be no other way. Yes, terminology in games sometimes can sound a bit suspicious, he won’t lie. But this? Minho doesn’t know how long he’s going to last. He clenches his hands into fists, already feeling guilty for palming himself during the last game. Minho paced up and down his room several times trying to walk off his boner.

“Sung-ah, flank left. Now, c’mon, hurry up.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

A shiver runs down Minho’s spine.

Stupid, stupid. He’s just saying… normal words. In a normal setting.

“Oh my god, he’s on top of me, hyung! Help me, pleaseeee.”

Yeah God, Jisung’s doing this on purpose, there’s no other way.

“Only if you meow.” Changbin taunts back.

Fuck you, Seo Changbin.

“I only meow for chat, Bin. You don’t have privileges.”

“I don’t? Why the fuck not?”

“Chat is my owner, obviously. I’m only a kitty for my fans.” Jisung hums, statement clear as if the answer had been so obvious.

Minho bites his lip, ignoring the unpleasant rumble in his gut. Jisung’s words make him see green.

Changbin snorts. “Only your fans.”

Donation: i see how it is - pussnshoots

“Oh hyung, don’t be jealous now. You know you're special.” Jisung winks just for him.

Donation: better… for now - pussnshoots

Minho tries to ignore how Jisung moves on to shouting curses at Chan for refusing to heal him… Well, more whining, the tone that sends sparks down Minho’s arms for no real reason, of course. Jisung is just too easy to tease, and such fun to watch during.

Minho sends another donation.

Donation: c’mon sweetheart, good kitties aren’t supposed to curse at their elders - pussnshoots

“But, I was– I wasn’t, I… I’ll be good.” Jisung stutters.

Donation: for me right, always so good just for me - pussnshoots

“Always, hyung-ah.”

Donation: mmm, though u were quite a brat earlier weren’t you? - pussnshoots

Jisung whines again before mumbling, “Hmph, if only hyung wasn’t so–”

Donation: so what? - pussnshoots

“Not telling you.”

Donation: don’t tell me i have to teach you a lesson - pussnshoots

Minho watches the way Jisung’s whole body shivers. Eyes downcast as his agent Raze stops moving midgame.

Jisung’s chat is losing their minds.

caitviREAL: they’re basically fucking on stream

cloudrages: save me what is going on

slicksung: am i the only one getting horny over this?

skzinger: JNWEFJKDSJNKHDSDHJK

realmfix: oh they’re gonna fuck later

void_creeper: this game is lost

Minho worries for a second that he’s overdone it, pushed a little too far. That maybe flirting so blatantly like this will backfire. Jisung will see the comments and be ashamed of his actions.

But Jisung glances to the side, reading chat before bursting into laughter, loud and bright. A smile never ceasing.

Yelling or not. Bright boisterous laugher or whispered words. There’s just something about the timber of Jisung’s voice, the pitch of his laugh, the cadence of his words. A warmth blooms in Minho’s chest, a warmth of comfort and ease.

Maybe it's Jisung’s easy acceptance and unwavering trust.

A simple okay hyung, sure hyung, of course hyung.

Jisung’s joy eases Minho’s insecurities of being too much, too overbearing.

Minho is secure in himself, he knows what he likes and what he doesn’t. If he has a problem, being direct and tackling the issue head-on is simple and effective. What other way would he need to go about it?

But this?

The ever-changing kaleidoscope of feelings Jisung gives him.

It’s an encompassing tidal wave about to take him down.

Minho is direct. He goes for what he wants without fear.

But he can’t help the fear that slinks in.

The fear that’s kept him frozen for months.

Scared he can’t swim out of this wave, that it’s going to simply drown him.

He’ll never know if he doesn’t take the dive.

And fuck… he’s so horny.

They lost the match. Chan attempts to comfort everyone by saying it's just one of those off days. Changbin indulges in flirting with Hyunjin as soon as the game ends. Jeongin grumbles something about hearing too much foreplay in one day. And Jisung…

“I uhhh, I have to go… I have, uhhh, technical difficulties. Um, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, with a 12 hour stream, how about that! I’ll wear the outfit again, or whatever you guys suggest, I just have to… uhhh… go. Yeah. I love you all so much hansters, your love and support mean the world to me and… yeah! Bye!”

OMEGAHANSTER HAS ENDED THE STREAM

leagueoflixie (mod) has set up a poll:

bet on them fucking?

[ yes: 98% ]

[ no: 2% ]

sniperbees: technical difficulties my ass

slicksung: FUCKING CALLED IT

gekkondawall: who the fuck said no!??!?

Minho spends approximately two minutes sitting in his chair before he puts on his shoes and goes out the door.

Never too late to learn how to swim.

It takes him twenty-three minutes.

Minho’s at their apartment door, panting slightly as he tries to regain his bearings. He runs a hand through his windswept hair and thinks he probably shouldn’t have run from the subway station all the way to Jisung and Felix’s apartment, but a desperate and horny man can only be held up by so much.

He braces his hand on the wall for a second, then rapidly knocks on the door.

It takes no longer than three seconds for it to be opened by—

“Quicker than I thought, I’ll admit.” Felix smirks, he’s got his hands crossed over his chest as he leans against the doorframe. The expression on his face is a mix of smugness along with utter delight. “He told me I was crazy and it would never work, but you’re too easy to read when it comes to him, hyung.”

“Well, aren’t you proud of yourself?”

“Mhhmm,” Felix hums up at him, smirk somehow growing. “Well, don’t keep him waiting.” He uncrosses his hands and reaches behind him on the table next to the door. He turns back and shoves the object into Minho’s hands. “Here you go, hyung.”

Minho looks down at the object in his grasp. A long metal chain. On one end there’s a faux leather strap, a handle for where he can hold onto, and on the other end there’s a clasp, one that can be hooked onto a—

His head snaps back to look at Felix, an incredulous look in his eye.

A fucking leash for a collar. The collar currently wrapped around Jisung’s pretty neck.

Felix turns around to pick up what looks like an overnight bag, and gives Minho a light pat on the shoulder before making his way past him.

“Be safe, have fun, don’t hurt him or I’ll kill you!” His voice is saccharine sweet as he provides good wishes and a threat.

“What—” Minho spins to watch Felix walk to the elevator, but Felix cuts him off, not bothering to look back.

“He’s waiting, hyung! Chop chop!”

Minho can’t tell time anymore. Everything’s suddenly moving far too fast and not fucking fast enough. How long has he been standing here?

JisungJisungJisung.

He’s right there. Through the door, down the hall, the first door on the left.

JisungJisungJisung.

Who’s waiting for him.

Minho’s at his door. He doesn’t know how, a second ago he was still in the living room. Time isn’t real.

Does he knock?

Jisung must have heard Felix. He knows Minho is here. He must. Fuck it.

He shoves the door open—

A thud. Another thud on the floor. A squeak of pain, then…

“Owwww, hyungggggg–” Jisung whines.

Minho's heart stutters at the view below him.

Jisung sprawled on the floor. Dress splayed around plush thighs, inched high on his body from the fall. Knees knocked together where he lies on his side. The pink of his paws on his thigh highs displayed for Minho to admire. In front of him. Real.

Jisung’s legs part slightly when he adjusts himself, and Minho can’t help his eyes trailing up Jisung’s body.

There’s a sliver of skin between the tops of his socks and frills of his dress. If Jisung were to look up at this very instant, he’d be able to see the obnoxious amount of salivating Minho’s done in the five seconds he’s been staring at the pretty boy on the floor.

Jisung clasps his thighs together and curls in on himself, making himself smaller. As if Minho hadn’t been feral enough. He swallows the spit about to drip out his mouth.

It takes all his self control not to jump on top of him, and push him down further onto the floor, hike his frilly dress up and spread him out like a full course meal.

Jisung finally faces him, pouting. “I was waiting so long on the bed, but you took so fucking long I went to find you.”

He places his hand in the air and juts his chin out, a clear indication for Minho to help him up. But all Minho can focus on is the way the action draws attention to the long stretch of golden skin circled by a pretty silver and black collar—

Minho’s eyes narrow. It’s missing something.

The cool metal in his hand is begging to be connected… clasped in its rightful place to the empty ring on Jisung’s neck.

Minho smacks Jisung’s hand away, ignoring the cute pinch in Jisung’s brow and stuttered hey before he’s cut off by Minho’s sudden proximity. Knees bent, face to face, Minho places a hand on Jisung’s chest, and with the other, attaches the leash to where it belongs. On Jisung’s collar.

Jisung isn’t breathing. Minho can feel it beneath the palm of his hand. The wild beating of his heart, but his lungs refuse to cooperate.

Minho tugs the collar experimentally, a light pull towards him.

Jisung gasps. Breathes in the air shared in the few centimetres between them.

“Hyung–”

Minho idly pets the bare skin of his chest, tracing a finger down to play with the white frills of the collar of the dress.

“Shhhh, now stay.”

Minho slowly stands up, slackening his grip on the leash, letting the metal chain sway in the space between them. Jisung doesn’t move, only his wide eyes follow Minho’s body. Darting from Minho’s face, to his hands, to the chain that glints in the warm lighting of Jisung’s room.

Minho walks towards Jisung’s bed. It’s messily made, as if he’d been anxiously moving around on it even after just having made it. How long had he been fussing over himself, posing in preparation for Minho’s arrival, waiting patiently for Minho to come to him— until that patience wore thin and he went looking for his owner.

Carefully placing himself on the mattress, Minho looks back at Jisung. Unmoving. Only tilting his head while he watches Minho with attentive eyes.

Minho loops the chain once around his hand, and tugs lightly.

“C’mere.”

Jisung slowly unfurls, placing his foot beneath himself to get up before—

“No.”

Minho’s voice cuts through the silence like an alarm. An order. An immediate stop.

Jisung falls back instantly. Eyes wide, eyebrows raised— worried, questioning, curious.

“C’mon kitten.” Minhio’s voice is saccharine sweet. There’s only one correct answer– an obvious answer. Jisung’s smart enough to know it. “You can’t walk on two feet, can you?”

An audible gulp. Jisung’s adam’s apple bobs beneath the metal ring. A simple no and shake of his head is all Minho needs before he tugs the chain again.

Jisung pushes himself forward, hands braced in front of him. Slowly, he crawls towards Minho.

A pretty pink blush blooms on Jisung’s cheeks before he looks down at the ground. Unable to keep eye contact as he makes his way on his hands and knees towards Minho’s spread thighs.

Minho tuts, another tug, a little harder this time, making Jisung stumble slightly.

There’s a buzzing in his chest at the action, clumsy little pet.

The cool metal burns iron-hot in his grip as Minho continues to coil the chain around his hand, pulling Jisung closer and closer, until he’s exactly where he belongs.

Though he’s still avoiding his gaze. Instead, Jisung’s eyes are trained on… oh. Minho’s hard. Bulge clear in the grey sweatpants he’d hastily pulled on before running over to Jisung’s apartment.

Minho pulls at the leash, dragging Jisung towards his crotch. The good kitten knows what to do as he nuzzles his cheek against it, inhaling Minho’s scent deeply and tentatively mouthing at his cock through the fabric.

Minho can’t help the groan that escapes his throat at the sight, at the pressure he’s been craving all day. Precious Jisung, collared and kneeling at his feet, worshipping his clothed cock by smothering his face with it.

Minho drops the leash beside him when he leans forwards, carding a hand through Jisung’s hair, dragging his fingers at the base of where the cat ears are clipped on. He fights the urge to tighten his grip, to pull on his soft hair, to tug and play with the cat ears embellished with pretty pink ribbons. To see if he would whine as though they were real, if they would tug on his scalp just right.

Jisung mouths desperately at Minho’s bulge, then pushes himself high on his knees and attempts to bite at the waistband of Minho’s pants. Blunt teeth drag along the fabric as he scrambles to get the sweatpants out of his way.

The action is almost feral— a trail of saliva darkening the grey material while he attempts to bite it— as if he instinctively knows that Minho won’t approve of Jisung using his hands.

Though Minho won’t allow him to take them off just yet.

His hand moves down from the cat ears to tenderly caress the hair at the nape of Jisung’s neck. Goosebumps ripple across his skin.

Minho traces a finger down Jisung’s neck, pausing at the collar. He hooks two fingers beneath it, sliding them into the gap between Jisung’s heated skin and the sturdy leather, making the collar just a little tighter around his pretty neck. Not enough to cut off his breath, but just enough for Jisung’s Adam’s apple to harshly push against the metal accents when he gulps.

Minho chuckles and tugs it playfully, forcing a gasp out of Jisung as he’s pulled away from his attempts of getting Minho’s pants off.

The darkening spot on his sweatpants is completely soaked in drool, a thick string connecting it to Jisung’s eager mouth where spit still dribbles past his lips.

Minho’s free hand moves before he can stop himself, gripping Jisung at the chin and dragging his thumb along the seam of his lips, the glide smooth through the spit. He presses down on the bottom lip and releases it, letting it bounce back to its natural pout.

Minho can’t think of prettier and more perfect lips to suck his cock. He fights the urge to press his thumb into his wet mouth, to push down on his tongue, and see if Jisung would suck on his the same way he would a cock.

Minho finally brings his gaze back to Jisung’s wide eyes. It’s almost as if he’s in a trance. Blinking slowly.

“Come now, what do you want?”

“Lemme’ suck your dick.”

Minho tilts his head, considering. “Kitten wants to suck hyung’s cock?”

Jisung muffles a whimper. He nods rapidly, and Minho can’t take his eyes off the way the cat ears move, the bell on his neck ringing in agreement.

He tuts down disapprovingly, “I don’t think you’re asking very nicely.”

“Hyung, let me suck your dick, please?”

“I didn’t know cats could speak.”

“Hyunggg–” Jisung whines. “Let me, I've been waiting all day.” There’s a frantic edge that cuts through each word as he shifts up on his knees and reaches his hands forward to grasp Minho’s waistband.

“Brat.” Minho thought Jisung knew better than this. He pulls Jisung closer by the collar, just enough to make him gasp at the forceful manhandling. “So you’ve been waiting, huh? After you teased hyung all day– flaunting yourself in this slutty dress and collar for all your viewers, teasing me through the camera. Do you even know what it’s like, watching you and not being able to touch you while you whine to your hyung on camera? And now that hyung’s here, you can’t be a good kitty for him?”

Jisung furrows his brows, but there’s a glint in his eyes as if he wants to fight back. Stubborn, stubborn boy. Minho can already hear the rebuttal as he opens his mouth. Minho’s not giving it to him today, not after everything.

“Meow for me,” he cuts Jisung off before he’s able to speak.

It’s more of a command than a suggestion.

Jisung bites his lip and looks down to his knees before letting out a whisper of a meow. So quiet and timid, so not Jisung. Not his Jisung.

Minho raises an eyebrow, “Disappointing.”

“No, I can do better–”

“Can you?”

“You heard me on stream!”

“Yes, all those meows for other people.”

“And for you too!” Jisung stands up as he exasperatedly interrupts him.

Minho cocks his head to the side staring up at his flushed face. “Then what’s got you so shy now, baby?”

Jisung swallows audibly, before looking Minho directly in the eye, and meowing again.

“Better.”

Jisung meows again and brings himself back down to his knees between Minho’s spread thighs.

“Again.”

Minho slowly lifts his hips and hooks a finger under the waistband of his sweats and boxers at once. He hisses slightly at the friction as he drags the fabric down over his hard cock. He’s never been this hard in his life.

Jisung’s eyes widen when Minho slips himself out of his sweats, pausing in his meowing to just stare.

“Just how badly do you want to suck my cock, Sungie? How desperate are you to fill your pretty mouth?”

“M–Meow, meow–” A string of desperate meows leave Jisung’s lips, a plea for Minho to give him what he wants. “Meow, meow– M–Meow–!”

And oh, how Minho wants to indulge him. To indulge in the way Jisung sinks to his knees at his command, to indulge in the eagerness that flows out of Jisung’s every pore, to indulge in every desire that they have for each other.

Minho gives him a satisfied nod. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Eat up.”

Jisung pounces on his cock– maybe a bit too eager, trying to take all of it right away, stuffing it in his wet little mouth. The heat around Minho doesn’t last long. Jisung’s eyes water as he pulls off and from a short coughing fit

“Careful, Jisung-ah. Can’t have you hurting yourself just yet,” Minho chastises, bringing a hand down to caress the swell of his cheek. “I’ll get you crying for something else later, baby.”

Jisung meows again with an eager nod before he leans forwards again, kissing the tip of his cock with such gentleness that Minho thinks he might implode on the spot. He presses another kiss and sticks his tongue out to tastethe precome beading on the tip, moving down as he continues to kitten lick at Minho’s shaft, the slight friction of each graze of Jisung’s tongue sending shivers down Minho’s spine.

Minho brings a hand back down to Jisung’s hair, just under the pink ribbon decorating one of the cat ears on his head, pulling the younger back slightly to look him in the eye.

“Now open up, sweetheart.”

Jisung opens his mouth wide. Sticking his tongue out, for Minho to slowly ease his cock into Jisung’s mouth.

Pleasure ignites through his body as Jisung messily sucks his cock. Tongue trapped under the weight of Minho, unable to do anything but sloppily swallow and suck around his length, cheeks bulging from the size.

Minho pushes in further, and watches as glossy tears start to form at Jisung’s waterline. He grips Jisung’s soft hair and experimentally thrusts forward.

Jisung groans around him, the vibrations causing Minho to twitch. He matches Jisung’s muffled sounds with unadulterated moans.

“Gonna let me fuck your pretty mouth, baby?” Minho rasps.

Jisung makes an effort to respond with some sort of gurgled yes and a tiny nod. Only the light chiming of the bell on his collar indicates the eager agreement.

He drags Jisung back by his firm grip on his kitten’s hair, pulling him halfway off his cock before easing him back down, until his face is pressed harshly up against his pelvis. Minho lets Jisung rest there for a moment, breathing in his musk, and then repeats the process again. And again, and again. Faster, and faster.

Wet noises echo through the room as he fucks Jisung’s mouth. Drool bubbles out from the sides of Jisung’s lips, tears drip down his plush cheeks.

There’s a sharp pain at his thighs where Jisung’s braced himself, fingers digging into the hard muscle– hands needing to cling onto something, anything as Minho takes and takes and takes.

Jisung gags around him, throat convulsing at each consecutive thrust, but he still digs his nails into Minho’s thighs as if trying to pull himself closer. To take Minho in deeper as if he could swallow him whole.

“F-fuck, Jisung–”

Minho feels light-headed, blood roaring in his ears. Jisung looks up at him, and Minho doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more beautiful view in his life. Not the views from hiking trips he’s taken and sunsets on the beach, not the flowers in spring and the first snowfall of winter.

Jisung’s flushed face, lidded, lust-filled eyes that pierce through his entire being. Rivers of tears that shine on his skin, connecting to the drool pouring over his chin. It’s the last thing Minho sees before he’s sent over the edge. White light hits his vision as indescribable pleasure ignites his core. Maybe he’s actually died, sent to the otherside by one Han Jisung.

He’s never come so hard in his life.

When his soul finally returns to his body, he slowly eases his softening cock out of Jisung’s mouth.

A trail of spit and cum clings to the tip of his cock to the shiny surface of Jisung’s puffy, fucked-out lips. He traces his thumb over Jisung’s sore lips, pressing at the abused flesh before Jisung kisses his finger– just as he had done before.

“Was I good?” Jisung’s voice is hoarse from use. “Swallowed it all, hyung.”

“Such a good kitten. Perfect.”

Jisung preens in delight at the compliment, body thrumming from satisfaction.

Minho takes a moment to admire him. His smudged makeup, red-rimmed eyes matching the red of his swollen lips, glitter and tear tracks making his skin glow.

Jisung leans forward, laying his head on Minho’s thigh as he whispers, “I’m so hard.” Tracing at the red marks he’d left when clinging on for dear life.

“You didn’t come yet?” Minho coos with faux sympathy laid on thick. “Aww, guess I gotta train you more for that.”

“Wanna come with hyung inside me.”

“I thought I was inside you?”

Jisung playfully smacks his thigh, “You know what I mean!”

Minho chuckles lightly. “Mmm, we can fix that. Now let me see.”

That’s all the warning Jisung gets before Minho leans down to pick him up by the back of his thighs and place him on his lap. He lets out a light squeal as Minho pushes up the layers of fabric to expose his hard cock.

“No panties, huh?” Minho smiles when Jisung blinks at him, eyes anything but innocent. “Don’t tell me you weren’t wearing underwear during stream?”

“No! I was! Hyung– I was!”

Minho glances to the desk on the other side of the room, to Jisung’s streaming setup.

And that’s when he sees it. The fluffy black tail that Jisung had been wearing on stream. On his desk.

Minho leans close, lips touching the shell of Jisung’s ear as he whispers, “What’s a kitty doing without his tail?”

He pulls back and nods in the direction of the abandoned tail.

Jisung shivers and quickly glances to the side, spotting the tail. He sucks in a deep breath.

“Oh, that.” His voice is soft, almost a whisper, “Lix bought two… I’m wearing–” he swallows, bracing himself for Minho’s reaction, “the other one. Just for you.” He bites his lip, a glint in his eye.

That’s when it registers—the soft brush of fur on his thighs wasn’t from the clip on tail Jisung had been wearing on stream, but the one in him right now.

Minho’s heart stopped, and the only way to restart it is to find that other tail.

He almost violently lifts Jisung off his lap, then spins him around and bends him over the desk.

Jisung yelps in surprise at the sudden rough treatment as he's bent over right in front of his camera. Not on, and not streaming, Minho has to remind himself. This view is only his to see.

For someone who feels so restless and desperate, Minho takes his sweet time. Hand pressed between Jisung’s shoulder blades, he holds him down and pushes the layers of the dress up slowly, to expose Jisung's perky ass and plug.

The tail is fluffy and black, a deep contrast to the smooth tan flesh of Jisung’s skin.

Jisung wriggles under Minho’s hand– pushed against his set up, he had to shove his keyboard and mouse to the side to facilitate space for his fidgeting. He anxiously bounces his legs up and down at Minho’s silence, paws taking turns to lift themselves off the ground in response to the palpable tension in the air.

Minho is already getting hard again. Fuck, this must be some sort of record time. He pets the tail, feeling the soft synthetic fur between his fingers before letting it fall back down.

He can’t take his eyes off the way the tail sways at each jostle of Jisung’s body. Jisung squirms against the table as Minho rubs his spine, carefully playing with his tail.

Only when Minho presses his hand down just a little harder does his fidgeting cease momentarily, before Minho drapes himself over Jisung’s body, whispering in his ear, “Hmmm, what’s this baby? Just for me, you said?”

His other hand gently tugs at the tail, Jisung involuntary jerking back at the sensation.

“Nghh– yeahh, ahhh–”

“Stay there for me, be a good kitty and stay down.”

“Yes, yes master.”

If Minho hadn’t just come about five minutes earlier, that might have done it.

He gives Jisung’s back one last pat before he roams Jisung’s ass. Minho kneads at the flesh, teasing– always teasing– fingers digging into the muscle.

The need to explore lights up within him, to map out every mole and mark that Jisung has. From the one placed above his collar bone, to the one next to his spine, to the one on the left side of his ass. The fur of the tail grazes that very mole as it curls just to its side.

“Hyung– please, please. I need more.”

Minho gives in this once, finally pulling Jisung’s cheeks apart to watch the way Jisung’s rim flutters around the base of the plug. He presses a hand against it, pushing in just that little bit further into Jisung’s shivering body, feeding off the quiet mewling that leaves Jisung’s lips at each jostle.

“Min– ahhh-”

Jisung tries to stablise himself, shoving at the trinkets littering his desk and knocking the camera off to the side.

“Oh, what’s this?” Minho reaches over Jisung for the camera. “Hmmm, what would all your lovely viewers think if they saw you like this? Whining and withering away just for me?”

Jisung whines response as Minho doesn’t relent his toying with the plug, slowly fucking it in and out of Jisung’s needy hole.

“You’d like that, huh? If I just turned this camera on? Pretty Hannie all debauched for his viewers..”

Minho pulls it out partway, holding it there just to watch the way Jisung’s knees tremble as his rim struggles to either push it out or pull it back in. Much to his amusement, it resembles the movement of Jisung’s lips when he mouthed at Minho’s cock.

“Would you forget all about me, have to look good for the camera and all your adoring fans? Put on a show just for them?”

Jisung keens, a broken sound released into the air as Minho lets go of his grip on the tail and lets Jisung’s body suck it back in.

Minho nips at Jisung’s ear. “No, I wouldn’t allow that, would I? I’d have to show your viewers exactly who this dumb kitty belongs to.”

“Min–”

“What do you think? How would they react, watching me fuck you just right, the way you deserve?”

“Yesyesyesyes– pleaseee”

Minho doesn’t think Jisung even knows what he’s responding to at this point.

“Chat’s little kitten? I don’t think so. Mine.”

“Only you, Master,” Jisung pants shamelessly. “Owner. Yours, only yours.”

Minho didn’t think it was possible to get this hard so soon after coming the first time. But alas, the things Jisung can make him do. The sight of the fluffy tail between his perfectly round ass, his rim struggling to take even just the plug, laid out like a full course dinner made just for him. If Minho wasn’t so desperate to fuck the boy, he’d be eating him out like it was his last meal on Earth.

He teases the plug one last time before removing it, dropping it to the floor and then pulling Jisung off the desk, manhandling him back onto the bed. With an easy shove, he’s got Jisung sprawled out on the bed.

Jisung’s still red in the face, his makeup smeared, one of the sleeves of his dress falling down his shoulder. Legs spread and ready— and he’s empty, too empty. Minho has just what he needs.

He follows, lunging towards his kitty.

Dressed so prettily. Dressed just for Minho.

Not for any of those subscribers, top donors, loyal fans. No. They may have appreciated the view they were blessed with on stream, but this— real and tangible Jisung, with his soft skin and desperate moans— is all for Minho. His own pet to cherish, and to fuck.

Desire ignites his core. Molten lava sears his gut. The walls are too hot, the pressure is too high, like a volcano on the verge of eruption. He grabs the end of the leash and drags Jisung along with him as he repositions, sitting at the top of the bed, leaning back at the headboard, and forcing Jisung onto his lap. Jisung’s thighs spread open to make space for Minho’s body between him, like they should always be.

He presses his face into the crook of Jisung’s neck. He breathes in his scent; the lingering notes of vanilla, orange blossom, and that hint of sweat. His shampoo, his perfume, Minho doesn’t care what it is, just that it's so Jisung that Minho needs to bottle it up to consume on a daily basis.

He shoves the collar of the dress further down, exposing more untouched skin. And the only thought running through his head is–

Maul.

He tugs at Jisung’s collar and forces his neck to the side so he can mouth his way from the sensitive spot under the right ear all the way down to delicate collarbones. Then back up again, this time nibbling at the skin. Back down again, clamping his teeth down just the slightest bit harder, all the while holding Jisung’s squirming body still, ignoring his plaintive whines in favour of savouring his taste.

He doesn’t know how long he spends in the haze of Jisung’s scent, until his work diminishes to peppering soft kisses up and down his heated skin, fingertips catching on the layers of fabric as he slides them under Jisung’s skirt.

Distantly, he hears the sound of mewling between his own breathy groans– another pull, another push, bodies intertwined, and before he knows it there’s a deep, pulsing bite mark at Jisung’s his jugular— Minho’s teeth properly imprinted on his prey. His property. His kitty. His Jisung.

Jisung’s chest is nothing but a canvas, to be made into an oil painting with Minho’s skillful hand. Minho’s mouth is now a tool– teeth, tongue and lips nothing but a paintbrush staining Jisung’s skin to create a masterpiece. Smears of purple and red layers upon a golden base.

He licks over the indents of his canines to soothe the heated mark. Despite the harsh grip holding him down, Jisung can’t keep still, frantically jutting his hips at each nip and suck. Minho shifts his hands up to Jisung’s lithe waist instead, guiding him as he tries to position himself over Minho’s tip.

“Nghh– Minho, wha–?” Jisung cries out when Minho uses his strength to hold him up, preventing him from getting any friction. “Let me downnnn–”

Minho nuzzles at Jisung’s red cheeks, cooing at him. “What’s that baby?”

“I’m so empty, please, please, please, fill me up.”

Minho clutches tighter at Jisung’s waist, hovering his trembling body right above his cock. Jisung tries to drop down again, to finally be filled up.

“C’mon, baby. Take what you want.”

“Hnngh– Let me, nghh–” Jisung continues to struggle in Minho’s iron grip, hands clasping Minho’s shoulders as he tries to force himself down.

Minho only lets him drop a hair’s width further, the head of his cock teasing Jisung’s rim. Jisung’s hole clenches, trying to suck Minho’s hard cock right into him.

“Hyungggggg,” Jisung petulantly whines again, weakly smacking at Minho’s chest and clawing at his back as he teases his hole one more time.

If only Minho had another hand to tug on that collar and make his back arch painfully, trapping him even more.

“Alright, you needy kitten. Take me.”

Jisung isn’t prepared.

Gravity takes hold of his body, breath punched out of him as his body falls into place, right where he belongs, sheathed on Minho’s cock down to the hilt.

A gasp. A shudder. A moan. A flutter of his eyes.

It’s as if time’s standing still, Jisung’s face is frozen in pleasure – mouth parted, only weak puffs of air expelled.

Minho watches his soul come back to his body as Jisung throws his head back, clenching tight around Minho’s cock before lifting himself up on his thighs. The wet squelch of the leftover lube he used for the plug earlier eases the glide.

Jisung pulls at the soft fabric of Minho’s shirt, full of determination. He holds himself there for a second, looking Minho directly in the eye, and brings himself down. Again. And again. And again.

Minho’s mind blanks as he’s enveloped in Jisung’s heat. It’s dizzying, how beautiful Jisung looks— with sweat at his brow, glossy eyes, flushed lips and cheeks, red, red everywhere. Minho doesn’t know where to look, between the kitty ears bouncing on Jisung’s head, the bell that rings on his collar, the ribbons that cinch his small waist, or the ruffles and frills of the skirt that bounce at each movement.

He runs his hands up and down Jisung’s sides, watching as he pushes himself up and down on Minho’s cock. Jisung’s eyes are lidded, as if in a trance, each push and pull of his body, a slow hypnotising dance together. It’s addictive, it’s overwhelming, Minho needs him closer to feel, needs him farther to admire – he doesn’t know anymore. All he knows is that he needs him.

“God, you're so pretty,” Minho murmurs. “Do you even know what you do to me baby? These cameras don't do you justice, only watching you behind a lens each day has been a crime.”

Jisung’s voice cracks as soon as Minho tugs on the collar, arching his back, pressing himself deeper, deeper, then lifting up, up.

Minho can’t help himself. He uses his grip to pull Jisung into a violent, bruising kiss. It’s more teeth on impact as Jisung’s thighs shake while he lifts himself up once more. Continuous strings of whines and mewls leave his mouth, open for the taking.

Minho licks into Jisung’s pliant mouth, teasing and biting at the softest part of Jisung’s plush bottom lip. They slot together like puzzle pieces– messy, jagged. Jisung’s hole clenches around his cock like a vice every time he sinks down, every time it drags against his prostate.

There’s an indisputable need for Jisung’s touch, his taste, his scent. Minho thinks he could live like this, drowning in Jisung. Or perhaps this is how Minho dies— on a neverending high, his body melting under Jisung’s touch, molten lava in his core seeping into him from Jisung’s body. Finding a place to burrow within his heart until he solidifies.

Jisung’s legs shake as he bounces, more whines between desperate kisses. Minho’s hands move to his ass, kneading at the soft muscle again, pulling his cheeks apart at each descent onto Minho’s cock.

Jisung’s movements start to slow, energy depleting, unable to hold himself up anymore. He pants into Minho’s mouth, exertion displayed in the sweat making his skin shine, the spit trailing down his neck.

“I– I can’t. Min– Minho-hyung.” He holds Minho’s face in his hands to get him to look at him— as if Minho could even take his eyes off the pretty boy in his lap— to prove that he’s trying so hard, that he’s not giving up, that he just needs his master’s help. “Please, help me.”

He struggles one more time, hands falling from Minho’s face to his shoulders while he uses his palms to push himself halfway up, before his legs give out again. A pathetic moan leaves his lips. He slides down on weak legs, slumping.

“Aww, pretty kitty can’t do anymore work?” Minho coos. “You’re really nothing more than a slutty pillow princess, aren’t you?”

“Nghh– no. I– shut up–”

“Feisty kitten, okay. Go ahead.”

Minho gives him a cocky grin, then leans back against the headboard. He lets go of Jisung and folds his hands behind his head to admire the view. Flushed and weak, Jisung’s body trembles like a cold, wet kitten.

A sharp glare is sent Minho’s way– or that’s what he assumes Jisung is attempting to do, but there’s a glaze of haziness and pleasure that paints a different picture.

Jisung braces his hands on his thighs, just at the sliver of skin between the tops of his socks and the plethora of frills on the skirt. He slowly pushes himself up, each second making him shake more. He bites at his lip at the exertion, finally lifting himself to the tip. Minho can’t help the animalistic need to buck his hips up and watch how Jisung takes it.

Just as Jisung prepares to sink back down, Minho thrusts straight up into Jisung’s loose hole.

The adorable, desperate wail that leaves Jisung’s mouth is forever ingrained into Minho’s brain.

“Hyuuu– nghh, I– Fuckkk–!”

Jisung whimpers as Minho doesn’t stop, grabbing Jisung’s hips, pressing in so tight he might as well leave his handprints as a brand. Holding him in place to just take and take each and every thrust into his pliable body. Jisung can’t do much, can’t even keep his eyes open– all he can do is fall forward and bite at Minho’s shoulder to stop the sob from leaving his throat.

It’s bliss, the feeling of Jisung’s teeth on his body. If only he had sharper canines to pierce through flesh; Minho would let Jisung bleed him dry just to be in his system forever. Just a drop of his blood on Jisung’s lips. He could live forever through that on its own.

Jisung releases his bite only to mouth Minho’s shoulder, words lined with desperation, “Minh– ahhh, so so full. So good, fuck. Cl– Close. Hhnngh. So–”

His hands fumble at Minho as he tries to steady himself, but Minho pulls his body off him completely, leaving him devastatingly empty.

A grumble of despair, “Hyung, I– I’m so close.”

There’s a deep-seated ache in his abdomen at the loss of Jisung, even just for a second.

Minho flips Jisung at the waist and places him upon the pillows. Doe eyes glazed with lust blink up at him, wide at the clear reciprocation in his expression.

Manhandling Jisung– Minho’s latest addiction. To make the boy blush so prettily, his eyes wide at the display of strength, hands instinctively gripping at Minho’s body. Now laid out on the bed, the perfect picture of a pillow princess.

Minho teases his cock against Jisung’s hole. Running it up and down, dipping in just a second to watch as Jisung clenches around nothing.

“Hyungggg–”

“You know what to do to get what you want, kitty.”

A pause, another tease against Jisung’s quivering rim, a pout on his lips, a whine from his throat.

“Hnghhh–”

“Yes?”

Minho taps his cock at Jisung’s wet hole. Electricity sparking at each contact. Minho thanks himself for coming earlier, as there was no way he’d have lasted this long with this view now.

Jisung kicks out, weak legs barely doing any damage to Minho. In the end, he still surrenders to Minho’s whims.

“Meow.”

A raise of an eyebrow. Another degrading slap of Minho’s cock on his rim.

“Meowww–”

Within an instant, Minho lifts Jisung’s legs over his broad shoulders, practically folding him in half and caging him in.

“That’s my good kitten,” he whispers into Jisung’s ear before placing a kiss on his temple. A promise – and a sorry for the overwhelming sensation that’s about to come. He wishes he were recording at this moment, for the camera to catch the way Jisung’s paws peek over by Minho’s head.

With one smooth stroke, Minho buries himself deep into Jisung’s reddened and tender hole. Where he belongs.

Like a possessed man, he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts, unrelenting as he aims straight for Jisung’s prostate. His kitten lets out garbled moans of pleasure, of his name, of a desire and hunger so strong it might just destroy him from the inside.

“Minho hyung– oh god– fuck, fuck, fuck– I can’t, ‘s too much– Yes, yes, hyunnnnghh– Min– Jagiya–!” Jisung comes on his own chest, completely untouched.

Minho’s unrelenting thrusts hit deeper than anyone has done before. Ravaging Jisung’s body, so that it’s moulded for him, only for him to use as he pleases.

Jisung’s eyes roll back as his body jerks in his hold, convulsing while Minho fucks him through his orgasm.

“Nghh, Jagiya– Gonna cum too.”

“Please, Min– ahhh… Inside, hyung. Inside me please.”

Minho thinks he’s about to see the light with how fucking close he is.

“Gonna have to fill you up baby, breed you nice and full– Then we gotta plug you back up, can’t waste anything can we baby?” Minho’s dizzy, his own words tilting everything on axis. He’s never needed to do something more in his life. “Gotta make sure it takes, make you pregnant with hyung’s litter–”

“Oh fuck, plug me up yes, god yes.” Jisung nails rake down his back, clawing in desperation as he trembles from the overstimulation. “Pleasepleaseplease, breed me, hyung.”

And for the second time this night, Minho cums. Filling– no, breeding his kitty.

He thinks maybe he blacks out. The seconds feel like a lifetime. In Jisung’s arms, the sting of the marks on his back, the smell of Jiusng’s sweat embedding itself into his mind, the feel of his breathing underneath his.

The clench of Jisung’s sensitive walls against his softening cock brings him back. He lets out a hiss at his oversensitive cock.

“Nghh, hyung– kiss.” Even coming down from the high of an orgasm, Jisung knows what he wants. Demanding brat– Minho wouldn’t have it any other way. Carefully, Minho lowers Jisung’s shaky legs.

Minho smiles down at him fondly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his sweaty bangs, to each sparkly eyelid, to his sore red lips.

He pulls back, eyes trailing up and down Jisung’s body– admiring his debauched kitty. “God, you’re so hot. There’s not enough words to describe how good you look, baby.” Running a hand up and down Jisung’s smooth thigh, carefully massaging at the sore muscle.

Jisung, ever so set in being a menace, says, “You’re the one who said I looked swag as fuck.”

“Hey hey hey, let’s not bring that up. That was a lie.”

“You also said I was pretty, was that a lie too then?” There’s a playful glint in his eyes, but Minho can sense the deep-seated nervousness beneath the surface. Self consciousness– doubt that Minho actually thinks he’s pretty. That Minho could genuinely be lying to him, that Minho could somehow not think Jisung is the prettiest person he’s ever laid his eyes on. And Minho can’t have Jisung believe that even for a second.

“Han Jisung,” Minho says, and kisses him again. “I love the way you scrunch your nose, the way you whine with a pout, the way you argue like no one's business.”

Jisung mouth falls open, a deep red flush emerging on his cheeks, left speechless. But Minho isn’t done yet.

“I love the way you get me without me needing to say a thing,” he continues, caressing Jisung’s cheek– So soft, like a kitten’s. “You fell into my life as if you were meant to be there all along. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. The way you bite your lip turns them this tempting shade of red that makes me need to bite you. I could stare into your eyes and find far-off galaxies within them, and–” Minho breathes, heart beating wildly. “Han Jisung. Fuck– I’m kinda shit with words, but you make me want to write books about just your ass. So that means a lot, right? Since you have many other body parts to write about, too.”

Jisung shakes. He stays silent for far too long for Minho’s liking, before he replies.

“Hyung.” He giggles in disbelief. “I didn’t tell you to wax poetry about me.”

“Fine. I think you’re swag as fuck.”

This time Jisung bursts out laughing, the sound of joy so palpable. It’s a dangerous thing, how in tune Minho is to each sound, each syllable and tone of Jisung’s voice. It’s like a lighthouse guiding him back home– by his side, together. He needs more of that light, even though he wouldn’t need it.

He can’t get enough of it.

“I love you.”

Jisung beams up at him, like sunshine lighting up even the darkest of days.

“Is it ‘cause of the catgirl outfit?” Jisung teases. “Are you sure you're not just into cats?”

“Brat.” Minho's fingers immediately make their descent to Jisung’s sides, tickling the younger. Shrieking laughter leaves Jisung’s lips as he tries to escape. “How dare you try to call me a furry after that!”

“Hyung, stop, no! I’m sorry– I surrender, I surrender–” Jisung says in between gasps for air before last resort measures are used. “Meow meow meow!”

Minho’s body recoils at the words, and he hates the way his spent dick twitches again.

Jisung heaves in a gulp of air, clutching at his sides to protect them from a potential second attack. “That shouldn’t have worked that well, Minho-yah. That’s insane. You’re insane. You’ve already fucking cum twice!” Jisung giggles.

“Where are your manners, brat?” Minho clicks his tongue and grabs both of Jisung’s wrists to pin him back down to the bed. “I swear, do I need to teach you another les–”

“I love you too, Minho-hyung.”

Jisung lays there, hair splayed out like a dark halo upon the pillow, cat ears askew, the flush on his cheeks still just as red as before. Dark marks and teeth imprints littering his collarbones and neck. But Minho can’t stop looking at his pink pout, where words he didn’t even realise he’s been waiting for all his life for have been said to him by his very own soulmate.

Minho leans back down and nuzzles against Jisung’s cheek, overcome by fondness. He presses soft kisses into the heat of Jisung’s skin.

Jisung’s laugh once again fills the room, Minho could listen to it on replay until only death takes him away. “I think maybe you're the kitty, hyung-ah.”

“Says the one with a breeding kink. Who are you kink shaming?”

“Yah, you were just as into it as I was… Now that you mention it, I am still leaking.”

Minho glances down to where Jisung’s dress is covering up his lower half and reaches a hand to lift it up.

“Hey! What are you doing, hyung. Insane, insane! You’re such a weirdo.” Jisung fondly defends himself as he attempts to smack Minho’s hands away.

“You can’t tempt me and assume I’m not going to want to see. Now let me see your hole.”

Minho carefully reaches over to the discarded plug, showing it off to Jisung before lifting up the skirt and admiring the view, bringing it back to Jisung’s twitching rim. He’s clearly clenching in order to keep as much of Minho’s cum inside him as possible, like a good boy should.

Minho mentally takes pictures to come back to later and puts it in a box in the back of his mind labelled I clearly have a breeding kink now, holy shit.

“Can’t have anything leak out, can we?” Minho gently pushes the tail plug back into Jisung, watching his rim hungrily open around the intrusion and suck it back into his body. A snug and perfect fit.

Jiusng hums happily through the sensitivity, before making grabby hands at Minho. “Now cuddle.”

Minho chuckles under his breath. “I need to clean us up–”

“Cuddle first,” Jisung whines again. In or out of sex, Jisung is Jisung.

“Of course, jagiya.” Minho wipes the stickiness on his abdomen off on one of Jisung’s duvets, mentally promising to put a load in the wash before he leaves. He pushes himself up right by Jisung‘s side, Jisung turning to curl up around Minho’s arm, cheek pressed into his bicep.

The room is quiet, the sound of their breathing, simply enjoying each other’s presence for a few minu–

“Next time I can support you from under the desk,” Jisung breaks the silence. “I’ve been told I can work a joystick pretty well.”

“Sung-ah, you’re an idiot.”

“An idiot that’s got you hard and horny over the implication of playing with your joystick under your desk.”

Minho rolls his eyes, a smirk gracing his lips. “I’ve just cum twice.”

“Are you saying you’ll lose?”

“I’m saying you’re a slut. And that my dick might fall off.”

“Tomorrow’s stream,” Jisung offers.

“Touché, I can play a game or two before the others log in.”

“Who says I’ll wanna stop then?”

Minho raises an eyebrow. “You know, I was kidding about the exhibitionism kink.”

“They won’t know a thing. You just gotta play normally, jagi.”

Minho sighs fondly. As if he could ever say no to his kitty.