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Six hours, twenty-two minutes, and fifty-five seconds have passed since Minho left for work. Chan knows this because he has kept an eye on the clock the entire time. It’s his duty, after all. To stay on top of the time and make sure that when Minho is home, he’s greeted properly.
During those six hours, twenty-three minutes, and thirty-four seconds, Chan has sat near the door. He has laid next to the door. He has stood next to the door. Once, he even went on the couch, and had his face toward the door.
All while wagging his tail.
Because he’s a good boy, and he wants Minho to know that.
“-do you think Minho knows?” Chan says, black, fluffy ears perked up. He looks over at Felix for a brief second before returning his attention to the door.
“Knows what?” Felix groans, pacing.
“Know that I am a good boy, of course,” Chan says, puffing his chest out. Mindlessly, he twirls the fur on his tail between his fingers, tapping his foot. He could be there any moment now. Minho could walk in at any second. Well, it’s more likely that he will come in about thirty minutes, but stranger things have happened before, and Chan knows better than to lose focus.
He’s really good at keeping his focus.
Minho often rewards him for it.
He doesn’t reward Felix in the same way. But then again, cat hybrids are fickle. Speaking of Felix, “Why do you keep walking around? It’s distracting me from my task.”
Felix scoffs, his slightly pink nose scrunching up. Chan wants to throw a pillow at him, but if he does that and Minho comes home, he might be in trouble. So, he better not waste any energy on that.
“I’m hungry,” Chan says after a while, hand under his stomach, rubbing at the skin gently. “What do you think we’ll eat? I’m feeling ta-”
“Do you have to constantly talk?”
Like Felix claws the side of his face, Chan yelps, his eyes flaring wide as he cranes his neck to look at the pacing cat hybrid. His beige ears lay flat against his hair, and his tail moves from side to side.
If there’s one thing Chan knows about cat hybrids, it’s that their tails mainly wag when they are annoyed or displeased. He narrows his eyes and analyzes each step Felix takes. He walks from the edge of the kitchen, his clawed fingers tapping the stone counter. Then he makes his way over to the hallway, eyes lingering on the bathroom door.
“Why are you so agitated,” Chan barks back, ignoring Felix’s snide remark - something he does almost daily, usually about Chan’s frequent beef with the mail guy.
They do love each other, even though he knows Minho worries about it sometimes. Chan is aware that he might be a little bit too much for Felix. Like the times when he cages him in and inhales his scent for hours on end, or when he licks his face right after Felix is done brushing his ears and tails.
He can’t help himself. Felix smells too good, and he’s far too pretty to leave alone.
Anyways, whenever Minho says goodnight, and they choose not to curl up in his bed, Felix usually finds his way to Chan’s bed. There, he lets Chan hold him as he wants. Sometimes, he even purrs. All of which warms Chan’s heart immensely and so, he’ll easily forget the times when Felix hisses at him.
“I’m not agitated,” Felix groans. “I just-”
Chan tilts his head, one ear flopping down. “You just?” he says, dragging the syllables out.
“Nevermind,” Felix says and shakes his head. His hand is on his stomach, just like Chan’s. He’s probably hungry, too. “Do you know when Minho is back? Hasn’t he been gone for long now?”
He shoots up on all fours on the couch, his back to the door and his attention only directed at Felix’s pacing frame.
Cat hybrids miss their owners. Of course, they do. However, they don’t miss their owners in the same way Chan does - like dog hybrids. No, Felix’s kind usually doesn’t dwell too much on time. They are simply happy when their owner is back. And so, for Felix to say such a thing is entirely worrisome.
Chan must investigate.
“Something’s wrong,” Chan says, determined and in need of sniffing out the problem.
He leaps over the edge of the couch. Naked feet rush over the wooden floor, and his tail is nearly caught between his legs.
“No, no, no,” Felix shrieks, seeing Chan’s form emerge far quicker than he wants it.
But it’s too late. Chan hasn’t really mastered the art of stopping before colliding into whatever he’s running toward. Felix tumbles back, landing on the floor with a loud thud; Chan follows suit, his face ramming into Felix’s chest before he manages to cage him in.
“Get off me! You stink like wet food!”
“I don’t eat wet food, you ass,” Chan scoffs, flicking his finger on Felix’s forehead, snickering when the fur on his ears grows spiky. He plants a firm palm on the ground and steadies his body for further attacks. However, when Felix only whines, Chan grows extra worried.
He tilts his head, glancing over Felix’s body. With one palm on his forehead, Chan checks his temperature, and when he leans down to smell him, his tail only starts wagging. “You smell so good, kitty.”
Felix groans, legs thrashing weakly under Chan’s body. “Let me go. You’re on guard dog duty, remember?”
Clicking his tongue, Chan shakes his head. “Guard dog duties also extend to watching out for the pack, and now, I can sense that one of my pack members is not doing too well. I have to investigate.”
Chan closes the distance between them. He drags his nose over Felix's skin, inhaling every bit of him. Spots where more hair has grown shudders under his touch, and Felix claws weakly at this back, tail slamming against the wooden floors.
Despite this, Chan doesn’t stop. No, he must figure out what’s wrong. Preferably before Minho comes home. He continues his mission, touching every part of Felix’s body - neck, collarbones, arms, chest, and torso.
Felix hisses.
Chan’s ears point straight up, and his tail wags relentlessly.
“Here?” Chan asks, palm flat against Felix’s lower abdomen. When he pushes down again, Felix produces the same displeased sound. One that comes from deep within him. Far from any purr he has ever heard the cat hybrid make before.
With nimble hands, Chan makes quick work of Felix’s hoodie, pushing it up so his chest and stomach are exposed. Even now, Felix’s fight against Chan’s advances remains weak - a horrible sign of something truly wrong.
“Stop,” Felix pants, his hands clawing at Chan’s wrist when he pushes down again. “Not there. Please, Channie.”
“But you’re not well, Lix. I can sense it.”
He puts pressure on the area again. However, instead of a hiss or a cry, Felix lets out a strained moan. One that immediately sinks deep into Chan’s chest, reverberating there like a ball bouncing off walls. He does it again, and Felix moans.
“Are you in heat?” Chan says, tail wagging so intensely he might fly away.
“No.”
“Oh,” Chan pouts, hiding his disappointment. “Then what’s wrong?
A flush of red burgundy creeps up Felix’s bare torso and all the way up to his face. He brings a palm over his face and shakes his head as he bucks his hips up.
Chan looks down, eyes growing wide at the sight. “When I push here,” he says, adding pressure, “your pants strain more and more.”
“Get off me, you idiot,” Felix cries.
A sudden sense of mischievousness fills Chan, and he shakes his head, one ear dropped. Selfishly, he prods at the area again, earning him another whimpered moan. Chan smirks, his tail still moving, but now having set a slightly calmer pace.
He pins Felix’s hands above his head, and sniffs his way down his abdomen. When his chin juts against Felix’s waistband, Chan grins. “Pretty kitty.” Although he removes his grip, Felix doesn’t fight against him. He doesn’t push him away. Not even when Chan drags the zipper down with his teeth.
“You’re dressed up,” Chan hums, eyes raking over Felix’s lacy underwear. Trimmed hair pokes through the thin fabric, and his cock lies straining against his body. “Is this your problem?” Chan asks, unable to not lean down and inhale Felix’s scent.
He drags his nose over the bulge, shuddering when Felix’s cock twitches under his touch. “You smell so good,” he sighs, drool threatening to spill from the corners of his mouth.
“Channie,” Felix whimpers. “You don’t know what you’re doing, I need to-”
Chan places his mouth over Felix’s covered erection. He laps his tongue over the fabric and moves up and down, dizzy from the smells coming from Felix’s crotch. “Kitty,” he moans. The struggle to hump something overcomes him, and Chan reaches for Felix’s leg - lifting the knee. By placing it between his own legs, Chan can easily grind against it as he continues his hunt for more of Felix’s scent.
“Fuck,” Felix groans, his sharp nails digging into Chan’s scalp. “Be careful, I really, really need to-”
“You’re so wet,” Chan hums, his fingers prodding at the wet patch forming near Felix’s ass. He tugs on the band and moves it to the side. Unable to contain his excitement, Chan surges down and laps at Felix’s hole, tongue slipping past the forgiving rim.
“No, shit, Channie, this is not a good idea!”
Chan ignores Felix’s frantic pleas. He knows he’s pushing the limits. He really does. But how can he resist the cat hybrid and his wonderful scent and sensitive body? “Want to fuck you, kitty,” Chan moans. “Before Minho comes home.”
Felix lets out a broken moan, but as Chan’s tongue and finger breach his rim again, he grinds down, and Chan nearly sees stars.
“Hurry up,” Felix pleads, lust-ridden and desperate. Chan hasn’t seen such neediness in a long time, and needless to say, it makes his head spin and his humping increase in strength.
He tugs the underwear even more to the side, salivating at Felix’s wet behind. Shifting their positions, Chan moves in between Felix’s legs and grinds down - stuttered and animalistic.
“Stupid pup,” Felix cries, his canines on display. “Clothes off!”
“Oh,” Chan says dumbly. “Yeah, yeah, I got a bit ahead of myself.”
As he reaches down to unbuckle his pants, Felix’s hands are already there, swatting at his attempt. There’s something so gutturally hot seeing his kitty be so eager for him. They play around a lot, mainly when Chan wants to, or when Felix goes into heat. But there are few times Felix is as desperate as now.
Felix grabs his cock and pulls it out, lips wet from saliva. “Hurry, please, I really, really need to go.”
“Go where?” Chan laughs, tugging the underwear to the side again so he can align his length. “You’re not going anywhere, kitty. I’m going to fill you up now and make you feel so good you can’t even think.”
The head catches on the rim, and Felix whines, his fingers clawing desperately at Chan’s arms. “Please, please,” he chants, and Chan heeds his command.
With one rather forceful thrust, he sinks inside. Felix slams the back of his head into the ground and arches his back, fluffy, beige tail sliding over the floor. His ears fall flat, and he grinds down, wanting more of Chan inside.
A deep rumble builds up in Chan’s chest and he sinks in deeper - until their crotches fall flush. Felix’s cock strains against his stomach. He gathers the cat hybrid’s legs and forces them back, gaining even more access to Felix’s pretty hole.
It accommodates him perfectly. Chant thrusts in and out with ease; the lewd squelch produced from Felix’s wetness is like music to his ears. “You’re so pretty, Felix,” Chan moans. “Prettiest kitty in the world.”
“More, more,” Felix pants, his moans slipping into desperate purrs.
Letting go of Felix’s legs, Chan digs his hands under his hips and pulls him closer. He slams their bodies together over and over again, his desire fuelled by Felix’s pretty mewls and moans - ears trembling and his tail subconsciously wrapping itself around Chan’s
“Look, kitty,” Chan breathes out, “I can see myself!”
Chan looks down at Felix’s torso, seeing the faint outline of his cock sliding in and out of his lithe frame. It’s a sight he’ll never tire of. During his ruts he always watches his knot grow inside Felix. However, the reaction that falls upon Felix’s face is far from familiar.
“No, no, no,” Felix chants. “Don’t push down, I really… Shit, let go!”
“Why?” Chan smirks, his body overcome with pleasure. “Doesn’t it feel good? Doesn’t it feel good when I push down here?”
His hand slides over Felix’s lower abdomen before he adds pressure, feeling his cock move under his touch.
“No!” Felix gasps, eyes flared wider than Chan has ever seen them before. “I need to pee!”
When Chan realizes what’s happening, it’s too late. Felix’s hole clenches around his cock, sucking him in deeper. “What are you-” his words trail off, his eyes too captivated at the image under him.
Felix’s ears lay flat against his head, and his eyes brim with tears. His lower lip is lodged between his teeth, and the active tail from before now lies defeated on the ground. “I’m sorry,” Felix whispers, but a low purr resides in the back of his throat.
Chan’s eyes travel down only to stop when he sees the emergence of a rapidly growing wet patch. His hand remains in the same place, pushing down. “Fuck,” he he shudders. Warm liquid spills from Felix’s clothed cock, sliding down the sides of his body. And with every drop, Felix grinds down on Chan’s cock.
Almost as if he’s riding through a wicked orgasm.
If Chan thought he was drunk on Felix’s scent before, he is now beyond intoxicated. He smells warm and fresh, not at all repulsive.
“Kitty,” Chan utters, tone full of disbelief.
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry-”
“No,” Chan groans, bucking his hips. “You’re even prettier now.”
Felix mewls in embarrassment, cheeks rapidly growing redder, Chan drives his cock in deeper, the pressure on Felix’s bladder increasing. Purposefully, he lowers his hand, covering Felix’s wet cock. “So warm,” he moans, rubbing the throbbing length, golden liquid still spilling from the tip.
Fuelled by carnal instincts, Chan lets go. He cages Felix in and slams his hips into the other. The damp spot between their bodies only heightens his pleasure, and Chan drags his teeth over Felix’s neck, inhaling every last bit of his scent.
“Smell so good, kitty,” he groans, humping and fucking Felix like a rabid dog.
Despite being overcome by embarrassment, it only takes a few more thrusts for Felix to wail through his orgasm. Chan’s not far behind, and only when he’s about to come does he slip his hand down Felix’s underwear, come and pee soaking his fingers. “Fuck,” he says, desire and lust dripping into Felix’s body.
They stay connected like that – Chan unwilling to lose his access to Felix’s scent – until the sound of keys opening the door fills the space. Felix yelps, his eyes wide and his ears perked up. “Minho,” he whispers hurriedly. “He can’t. Don’t let him see. Chan, please let me go! Please-”
“So warm and pretty,” Chan groans lazily, grinding his hips.
A familiar smell fills the air, and Chan’s tail wags in excitement. “Welcome home, Minho,” he says, wrapping his hands around his kitty.
“What happened here?” Minho says, crouching down next to them.
Felix looks up at him, tears spilling free. “I didn’t mean to,” he sobs. “But I couldn’t hold myself.”
Minho cards through Felix’s hair, his expression confused but not angry. “What are you talking abou-” Just as he’s about to finish his sentence, his eyes fall down to where Chan is still grinding into Felix, a pool of liquid on the floor.
“Oh, kitty. I’m sorry,” he says, and Felix sobs. “I left the-”
“I couldn’t go!” Felix shouts. “You left the vacuum cleaner in the bathroom!”