[Fic] On Set (EXO)
Title: On Set
Pairings: Chanyeol/Chen, Chanyeol/Chen/Suho, Kyuhyun/Suho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, fluff
Summary: Four smut requests.
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Prompt: Chanyeol holding Jongdae up so he can fuck him against the wall...
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Chanyeol’s fingers in him were only the appetizer, his leg over Chanyeol’s shoulder as Chanyeol sucked his cock and fingered him. Jongdae knew how he’d gotten there, having been standing with only his underwear to conceal his hard cock as Chanyeol had barged into the room. He angled his hips in invitation, and what more was there to do, really? It was Chanyeol who had knelt, and mouthed at him through the cloth, and held him up when he would have sagged to feel Chanyeol breathing against him. A bottle of lube had never been found so quickly, unbuttoning Chanyeol’s shirt as Chanyeol panted at him and leaning back against the wall in invitation. Chanyeol’s mouth was interested, lips wrapping around him as he teased Jongdae. He was glad Chanyeol hadn’t minded him thrusting into his mouth because Chanyeol’s fingers were both too much and too little. It was some special kind of torture, soft sucks in a silken mouth and fingers sliding wet inside him. Chanyeol could’ve kept him like that for hours if Jongdae hadn’t been desperate to be fucked.
Or maybe it was because he’d looked down to see Chanyeol had opened his pants, and was stroking a cock that Jongdae needed badly. When Chanyeol stood, his cock was wet, pants and underwear falling down his legs as he hooked his arm under Jongdae’s leg.
And then the other.
“Oh!”
The wall scraped against his back as he grabbed Chanyeol’s neck and Chanyeol lifted him but he couldn’t have cared less because he was suddenly even taller than Chanyeol and Chanyeol was grinning at him like a really hungry shark.
“Guide me,” Chanyeol said. Oh yes. Jongdae was way ahead of him, angling his hips and holding Chanyeol’s cock against him. And that was all it took.
He arched against the unforgiving wall as Chanyeol lowered him onto his cock. The nails of his free hand scraped Chanyeol’s shirt as the width of Chanyeol’s cock stretched him. It was never-ending it seemed like, crying out as Chanyeol bumped up into him, the last inch - or maybe two.
And when Chanyeol pulled out just barely, just to thrust back in, Jongdae moaned. When he pulled out further, only to push in so excruciatingly slowly, Jongdae babbled.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, please, oh fuck.”
He could feel tingles in his balls, along his untouched cock, and Chanyeol was barely moving. He made the mistake of meeting Chanyeol’s eyes, pinned by them as Chanyeol being to thrust up into him, a little faster, a little stronger. The pull against this skin, the screaming of his legs over Chanyeol’s arms, the throbbing of his cock. He struggled to breathe, but he still opened his mouth and Chanyeol kissed him, moaning at the slide of Chanyeol’s tongue, sucking on it as Chanyeol kept up the fuck.
Jongdae groaned as his body almost shuddered into the wall as Chanyeol thrust harder. He was almost dizzy with it, whining as their lips parted wetly. But he was gasping, silent, as Chanyeol hitched him higher, pressed in deep, and fucked hard as Chanyeol sucked beneath Jongdae’s ear.
The grunts Chanyeol made as he fucked, the way his open shirt rubbed against Jongdae’s cock, belt jangling somewhere below Chanyeol’s knees. He wanted Chanyeol’s mouth on his nipples, on his cock, wanted to be bent over, and pressed down, and fucked harder, until he was crying with it, until he-
“Oh,” he cried, and inhaled, air bottling in his lungs as Chanyeol’s hips sped, almost growling into Jongdae’s skin. “Oh. Oh. Oh!”
Jongdae convulsed against the wall, neck arching as the orgasm gripped him, his cock pulsing against his stomach almost in time with Chanyeol’s thrusts. Wet dripped down his skin and he braced against he wall as Chanyeol slammed into him. And he trembled with Chanyeol’s moan as Chanyeol almost stilled and thrust deep and came in him.
Jongdae tried to keep breathing, ignoring trickles of sweat and semen, and his aching hips and thighs as Chanyeol’s hips moved slow, lazy. He tightened around Chanyeol’s cock out of curiosity and got a hiss, his lips twisting as Chanyeol’s breaths gusted into his shoulder. When Chanyeol put him down, he was going to be very sore. He hadn’t had a cock like Chanyeol’s in an age, hadn’t been fucked up against a wall like that in even longer.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol said, and Jongdae agreed.
When Chanyeol lifted his head, Jongdae reeled him in for a lavish kiss that expressed his…appreciation. And all the lust that was still pent up in him. He was still half hard, fingers gripping tight kissed him, the last almost sweet.
Chanyeol’s mouth was red, his hair wild, and Jongdae couldn’t have wanted him more.
“Again,” Jongdae exulted, and Chanyeol moaned.
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Prompt: Sassy Student!Jongdae always flirting with his teacher, Mr. Park. Age gap, forbidden relationships, all the best things~
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It had to be secret. That was one stipulation. They couldn’t walk into the hallway with sleepy students spilling out and touch hands. There’d be talk, and Jongdae didn’t need that kind of talk any more than Mr. Park did. There were rules about that kind of thing for a reason but had rules ever kept Jongdae from going after what he wanted? Mr. Park - Dr. Park when Jongdae really wanted to be cheeky, pulling the glasses from Chanyeol’s face and leaving him half blind - had been the good one. He’d been the one amused at Jongdae’s winks, and making sure there were other students around for office hours.
He’d showed up to class early, half hard, tilting his hips as he leaned against the table at the front of the room. He caught Mr. Park’s glance, and it was a torture for himself after that, shifting in his seat through class every time Mr. Park looked his way. He wanted Mr. Park to know he was still horny. So he’d had to go jerk off in the bathroom after, but it’d been worth it.
“Jongdae.”
It was always said with a certain amount of exasperation that Jongdae found arousing, which he was pretty sure Chanyeol couldn’t have known. It had been a risk grinding his crotch against the back of one of Chanyeol’s hands one day but the payoff, oh. The payoff had been so much better than worrying about being punched, because he’d heard the catch of breath when Chanyeol realized Jongdae was staring to see if he was getting hard.
It was secret, at their homes after the first time because it was too risky in the confines of the school.
“Do you know how hard it is to concentrate during your class when all I’m thinking about is how much I want to be up there sucking you off?” Jongdae teased, voice just above a whisper, a lure. He wanted…everything.
“Ohhh, Mr. Park,” Jongdae chirped because of the hard cock he’d fished out. Hiding, waiting, just for him to suck in the dark private of Chanyeol’s office.
“Don’t call me that,” Chanyeol hissed, because it reminded him that what they were doing wasn’t allowed. Chanyeol would be fired. Jongdae…who knew. He sucked Chanyeol’s cock as loudly as he knew how so they could both feel it, hear it. He moaned as he licked along the length of it, admired how wide his lips stretched around it, how warm, how hard. How perfect to fuck him.
Chanyeol was still so pleased from getting blown that he didn’t realize that Jongdae was spreading lube on him. He got no argument when he stood, but Chanyeol’s eyes were on his hands as they opened his pants and shoved them down. His own cock was hard, aching, and he wanted Chanyeol’s mouth on it but not then. He shoved papers aside, leaning over the desk and waggling his ass in invitation. He’d had three fingers in himself earlier, slick with lube, so he was ready. He knew he was in if Chanyeol couldn’t resist that.
And he couldn’t, hands on Jongdae’s hips.
“You sure-“
“Fuck me,” Jongdae said, and Chanyeol moaned softly. Jongdae gripped the edge of the desk and spread his legs and moaned as the length of Chanyeol’s cock rubbed against him. Jongdae tilted his hips up and tried to give him a clue. Maybe he should’ve just straddled Chanyeol’s thighs and fucked him right in the chair, but no, he’d wanted the great Mr. Park with the fantastic cock to make the choice.
And his moan actually broke when he felt the head of Chanyeol’s cock press against him. He wanted to moan lavishly but he didn’t want Chanyeol to stop because he thought Jongdae was in pain.
So he just chanted, “More, more, more,” as Chanyeol stretched him open with his cock. Each thrust took him further until he was balls deep and Jongdae wanted to cheer.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol said, and Jongdae moaned and wiggled. More. More. More.
The desk rattled and squeaked under him as Chanyeol fucked him, his cock swaying with the force of Chanyeol’s thrusts. It wasn’t the tentative entrance any more, but like he realized that Jongdae had dildos bigger than him and that Jongdae wanted a man to fuck him.
“You just wouldn’t give up.”
And good for him, he thought, delirious with pleasure.
“Mr. Park,” he moaned.
Chanyeol’s hand covered his mouth and he moaned against it instead of shouting for more, harder. He wondered if he could’ve come like that from some spectacular fucking, with Chanyeol’s palm there so he could lathe it.
But he didn’t have to, fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking him as he bucked and inhaled. More. Too much. More. The head of his cock felt like it was burning, swollen, ready to shoot. He was trapped on Chanyeol’s cock and he loved it, muffled by Chanyeol’s hand, gripped by him.
Chanyeol jacked his cock and he whined, breathless and the orgasm seared him as he came onto the office floor. And every exhale was a moan as Chanyeol fucked him fierce and quick - and the desk skidded when Chanyeol came, pressing hard against Jongdae’s back, his hips.
“So loud,” Chanyeol panted, and Jongdae took that as a compliment. “Jongdae.”
There wasn’t any exasperation there that time. And that was the first time that Jongdae thought he himself might be in trouble.
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Prompt: Porn AU where all the pros want to wreck the newcomer, Jongdae? [Ft ChanHo DPing Chen please.]
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Jongdae was getting led around, seeing some of the sets, meeting some of the staff. Chanyeol was the only one of the actors who took him around, friendly and sizing him up at the same time as they ended up in a room with some kind of lounging couch that Chanyeol spread out over.
“What’s your selling point?” Chanyeol asked, licking his thumb clean of a piece of candy he’d been eating.
“I don’t go soft if I’m getting fucked,” Jongdae said, as easily as if it was the state of the weather. “I can usually get off a couple of times, too. Plus people love my screams.”
Chanyeol’s eyebrows rose, impressed.
Though Jongdae was impressed with Chanyeol, too. More importantly, the size of his cock. He’d done his homework. There’d been one movie where Chanyeol had been the third party in a threesome, and when the husband saw how good the wife was getting fucked, he demanded a piece of it, too. Jongdae had been pretty sure the wife in that scenario would’ve had a husband who needed to be fucked after that. Not like the guy’s cock held a candle to Chanyeol’s, either, so either way they’d have both been unfulfilled. Or maybe he just thought about it too much.
“I know yours is your cock and your voice,” Jongdae said, watching Chanyeol grin as he palmed his crotch through his sweatpants.
“Yeah, it does okay for me,” Chanyeol said. And he sent a thoughtful glance up Jongdae’s body. “You really stay hard?”
“Like I’m about to come every second,” Jongdae said. “Why, want to see?”
It was half serious, half flirtation, but Chanyeol seemed to take it seriously, his hand still rubbing and moving what was clearly an interested cock around. Way more interested than a few seconds contemplating Jongdae’s tease would’ve caused.
“I’d be happy to welcome you to the company,” Chanyeol said. “Usually we try to have more to go around, but maybe my cock will be enough.”
There wasn’t any doubt about that. The door was closed, so all he really had to do was peel out of his t-shirt as Chanyeol discarded his. And when he kicked off his sweats, all Jongdae could see were long legs and cock getting even harder as Chanyeol stroked it.
“Condoms are there- yeah, right there,” Chanyeol said, letting his head relax back as Jongdae retrieved condoms and lube. He dropped them beside Chanyeol’s arm, and wriggled his underwear down.
“Nice,” Chanyeol said, reaching out to touch Jongdae’s cock with his fingertips.
He grinned, straddling Chanyeol’s thighs and opening a condom. He rolled it onto Chanyeol’s cock, slicking lube along it and feeling the heft of it.
“Nice,” Jongdae said back.
And Chanyeol’s eyebrows rose when Jongdae immediately moved over his hips.
“You can’t take a minute, if you want?”
“You think I need much prep for you?” Jongdae said. He kept his eyes on Chanyeol’s face, a nice one. So there was that, those pretty lips and solid chin to go with the voice. All Jongdae did was work two fingers into himself to get himself slick. He wanted to feel more, and he had Chanyeol’s cock for that. His thighs wide, all he had to do was hold Chanyeol’s cock up and press down around it. It stretched more than his fingers, but that was what he liked. Each roll of his hips got him a little more of Chanyeol’s cock, grinning as Chanyeol showed just how impressed he was. He hummed as he lowered himself down the whole length of again.
“Definitely nice.”
He’d had cocks that big before, but each one was different, thickness, how firm they were. Chanyeol’s cock was…just right. Fuck, if they were in movies together, he’d get it more times than just right then. In his mouth, all over his face. Yeah. He had no regrets of those thoughts, savoring Chanyeol’s cock.
When the door opened, they both looked, but made no move to cover themselves. They were in their place of business and they fucked people for a living, so it was hardly abnormal to have someone walking in on them having sex. But Jongdae recognized who it was immediately, another actor with the company. Joonmyun, one of the popular ones for his face and his enthusiastic moans. He bottomed and he topped, his cock nothing to sneeze at and clearly getting hard watching Jongdae ride Chanyeol’s cock. He was gorgeous enough to make Jongdae’s cock twitch, imagining that mouth on him or being pinned down for that cock to take him.
“Jongdae, right?” Joonmyun asked, watching with interest.
He was a bit out of breath when he answered, “That’s right.”
“Joonmyun’s a gentleman but he fucks great,” Chanyeol ground out, making Joonmyun grin.
“Lots of cock to go around here,” Joonmyun agreed.
And without asking, without anything, Chanyeol gripped Jongdae’s ass with both hands, lifting him off of his cock to bare him for Joonmyun’s eyes. “You have to get a feel of this ass. It’s fantastic.”
“Even after you’ve been there?” Joonmyun joked, but he didn’t walk away. Instead, Jongdae tensed as Joonmyun knelt behind him and slid two fingers into his ass. “Nice. I’ll like this.”
There was the rustle of fabric, Chanyeol licking his lips as he grinned up at Jongdae. All he could do was clutch Chanyeol’s arms and gasp as Joonmyun’s slick, covered cock slid into him. Was it as wide, as long as Chanyeol’s, he couldn’t tell because it felt so good. Different angle, a different kind of stroke as Joonmyun’s hips ground into his.
“Ah, so good,” Joonmyun grunted.
Jongdae’s eyes closed, reveling in the fuck, feeing Chanyeol’s cock underneath of him. He moaned, steadied by Joonmyun and Chanyeol, still splayed over Chanyeol’s hips. Chanyeol reached, pointing his cock up so it rubbed against Joonmyun’s as Joonmyun thrust into him.
“I can’t wait any more,” Chanyeol moaned, his hips lifting and cock pressing as Joonmyun nearly pulled out. Joonmyun held his hips when he would have jerked up, Chanyeol’s cock so hard as he tried to stretch Jongdae’s ass open around him.
“I can’t, I can’t,” Jongdae whined, gasping as the head of Chanyeol’s cock made it fully in and then started past Joonmyun’s cock. One of each had been enough. Two was- Two was-
“Let me get further,” Joonmyun demanded, and jabbed his hips up, making his ass stretch and burn as it wasn’t just two cockheads in him but two thick cocks sawing for dominance against each other, meeting each other thrust for thrust as one pulled back and the other went deeper.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Jongdae moaned, feeling Joonmyun add even more lube and press his cock in balls deep just like he had been before Chanyeol’s cock had joined him.
Joonmyun moaned, not even moving for a long minute as Chanyeol lifted his hips and fucked into Jongdae’s ass, his cock rubbing against the full length of Joonmyun’s.
“So tight, fuck. Fuck, he’s still hard.”
Jongdae’s cock felt too hot, too tight, swollen and ignored as he focused on his ass and the fading pain.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” Joonmyun promised, and Jongdae opened his mouth the scream as Joonmyun began to pound into him, the force of it driving him up and down Chanyeol’s cock. Chanyeol kept thrusting up every time Jongdae’s body dropped when Joonmyun pulled back, stretch, pain, slick, friction, fuck.
“Fuck me, oh please, fuck, let me come!” he wailed, nails scraping down Chanyeol’s arms. Suddenly it was overwhelming, being filled, the pain melding to the throbbing in his cock and the ache of them rubbing inside him.
“He’s dripping,” Chanyeol said, and Jongdae wasn’t even sure what he meant until Chanyeol’s fingertips gripped both of his nipples and squeezed in time to Joonmyun’s thrusts. His cock twitched with it, his face on fire, lungs burning as he forced himself to breathe. Oh yes, the dripping off of his swollen cock that Joonmyun’s fingers ran through.
“You like being fucked after you’ve come?” Joonmyun asked. “Or do we need to put a cock ring on you.”
He moaned at both thoughts, but nodded, almost making himself dizzy.
“Keep- Keep fucking. Gotta come. Please.”
They took him at his word, Joonmyun’s cool fingers jerking his cock as Joonmyun’s thrusts bounced him up and down the length of Chanyeol’s cock. Fuck, two cocks in him, Chanyeol moaning and eyeing him like he was a meal, Joonmyun grunting as he fucked-
Jongdae’s orgasm swung like a pendulum, one moment waiting, the next wild as his balls contracted and he came all over Chanyeol’s stomach and Joonmyun’s hand. He squealed, his thighs tight as he came and was fucked and kept coming. His whole body went loose when the tugs inside him stopped, held up by two sets of hands and two cocks that had barely even slowed.
“He’s still hard,” Joonmyun marveled, groping him again.
“He said he doesn’t go soft if he has a cock in him,” Chanyeol said.
“Ohhh,” Joonmyun marveled. “Wait, does that mean he can come again?”
Jongdae’s eyes rolled toward the ceiling as they spoke of him as though he wasn’t there. But his cock certainly was present, making him whimper in overstimulation as Joonmyun’s palm rubbed against it. They were porn stars, used to regulating their bodies so he wasn’t even surprised that Joonmyun and Chanyeol hadn’t come when he was going tight around them. It felt like his whole body twitched when his shoulder was bitten, rocking on the cocks inside him like he was possessed.
“Too bad one of the others isn’t here so we could see what he’d do with a mouth on him,” Chanyeol said. “Or maybe one in his mouth like this.”
Jongdae moaned and parted his lips to suck eager on three of Chanyeol’s fingers.
“Oh yeah, he wants it,” Chanyeol said, his voice rough with it. “He wants to choke on a nice big cock right now.”
“I’d offer but I want his ass more,” Joonmyun grunted. Their skin was sweaty together, Joonmyun’s cock an endless intrusion. “I bet he’d do bondage well, gagged and whining for more cock.”
Jongdae whined around Chanyeol’s fingers and made them both laugh.
“Gagged with a cock,” Chanyeol said, and took his fingers away to grip Jongdae’s hips and pull him down hard.
He’d thought he’d been stretched to the limit but he’d been wrong. He cried out, arching as the two cocks battled in him.
His thighs were screaming, his body slick with sweat, his ass alternately burning and numbed, and still his cock was throbbing in Joonmyun’s hand. It didn’t matter if it hurt, his cock swollen and still over-sensitive, he still tried to fuck against Joonmyun’s fingers and soothe the ache in his balls, in his ass. Each thrust by Chanyeol had him gasping, each counter-thrust by Joonmyun made him bleat, caught between two battering cocks in his tired body.
“Not gonna last,” Joonmyun grunted. “Your cock feels so nice.”
When Chanyeol leered, Jongdae realized Joonmyun had been talking about Chanyeol’s cock, not his. Oh fuck, their cocks sliding against each other inside him.
“Come on, come on,” Joonmyun crooned and sucked Jongdae’s earlobe between his lips. Jongdae’s eyes widened, watching Chanyeol’s lip curl as he focused on the fuck, watching Joonmyun jerking Jongdae off. The orgasm was like a promise he couldn’t catch, receding as he gasped and rocked, right there and he strained for it. The sound of their bodies meeting, slick, Chanyeol’s grunts and Joonmyun’s croons.
He didn’t know whose name to shout so the sound he made was garbled, high and thin. His head fell back, tears streaming from pleasure denied and pain promised, and when Chanyeol thrust up into him again, Jongdae’s cock jolted as the orgasm struck. The ejaculations hurt so fucking good, getting Joonmyun’s hand so messy even as Joonmyun chewed at his earlobe and nearly growled as he kept fucking.
His cock was still aching when Chanyeol started moaning louder, lifting his hips and slamming into Jongdae as he came. Joonmyun was so fast, Jongdae knew he was close too. Chanyeol was babbling from the friction against his cock and Joonmyun pulled Jongdae back and buried his cock deep as he came in Jongdae’s ass.
Chanyeol held out an arm and gathered Jongdae in when Joonmyun let him go, and he was trembling as rested against Chanyeol’s chest. He whimpered when Joonmyun pulled his cock free, feeling Chanyeol still softening in him.
“You were right, I needed that. The others are going to love that ass,” Joonmyun said. He ruffled Jongdae’s hair before leaving them, and suddenly he was empty, sore and exhausted. He just barely remembered Chanyeol lifting him, wiping him down and pulling a blanket over him. He was too well fucked to even think, drifting.
He woke later in total darkness, maybe an hour, maybe two, to fingers probing his ass and a mouth around his cock. He reached down, gripping their hair and gasping. Maybe it was a director, or an assistant, another actor. Maybe it was Chanyeol or Joonmyun. He didn’t really care, as long as they didn’t stop sucking.
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Prompt: A very distant relative of Kyu’s passes away and a few days later the family lawyer contacts him saying he inherited said relative’s pet; he agrees to take in the animal, not knowing that what's he's getting is actually a very attractive cat hybrid.
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Kyuhyun knew they existed, of course, it was hard not to in a word that seemed obsessed. Human-cat hybrids were coveted, silky hair, curious ears, and tails that ranged from sleek to fluffy. When he’d been informed by his great-uncle’s lawyer that he had inherited his pet cat, Kyuhyun had been expecting just that - a cat. Maybe something small, that meowed, and not the dark-haired man who stood with downcast eyes and gleaming leather collar.
He’d bought a litter box. Something he was going to have to throw out the second he got home.
“I don’t have-“ Kyuhyun started. “Does he have anything of his own?”
“There are several boxes of belongings, clothes, personal effects. His belongings were sorted from the estate until he could be turned over to you.”
Kyuhyun didn’t even bother to ask why the cat, Joonmyun, hadn’t been sent on his way to live alone. The hybrids were so rare, it was almost always dangerous for them to live alone, and they were valuable on the black market for people who found them exotic and arousing. One of Joonmyun’s ears twitched like he could hear Kyuhyun’s thoughts. And it soothed Kyuhyun to know that Joonmyun wore a very normal outfit of slacks and a dress shirt. He looked like any other man on the street, except for being slight and quiet.
That, and the ears.
Kyuhyun all but swore his life away, promising he would not put Joonmyun out, would not sell him without the executor’s position, would protect him, would grant him avenues to have his complaints heard. So many things that made his head spin and that were for Joonmyun’s benefit and protection. There was a small stipend, too, meant to be put toward Joonmyun’s keep be it food or clothing or entertainment. He’d already planned opening the account so that it would be saved for Joonmyun alone if the need arose. Whatever Joonmyun needed, he would have. It was in memory of a relative he’d barely known, and because Joonmyun deserved it.
It was a mad scramble to ready the junk room of the apartment to house someone, buying a bed, a bureau, a table that could be used as a desk until he could find something better. Joonmyun came with his belongings, clothes, books and things, and Kyuhyun regretted not buying a bookshelf. That would be next, as Joonmyun looked around the bare room as Kyuhyun pointed out things for him.
“If you need anything, you can let me know,” Kyuhyun said, and just kept himself from wringing his hands. He’d lived on his own for too long.
“I will, thank you. I’m sorry for your loss,” Joonmyun said.
“I’m sorry for yours,” Kyuhyun returned, and Joonmyun’s head bobbed. “Were you…close? How long had you been with him?”
Joonmyun’s face went thoughtful. “Three years. He could hardly see any more, so he enjoyed me reading to him or rubbing his hands to keep them from getting stiff. I cooked for him when his nurse wasn’t there, and made sure he was warm and not alone. He liked me to be close.”
Kyuhyun’s heart hurt as Joonmyun’s voice broke. The loss wasn’t any easier, and though Kyuhyun had barely known the man it made even his own grief a little easier knowing his great-uncle hadn’t been alone.
“Thank you. I didn’t- I wish I’d known him better.”
Joonmyun smiled. “He knew enough about you to know where I should go. He considered your sister, but… I knew I’d feel more comfortable around a man.”
Joonmyun’s head ducked, and Kyuhyun wondered that even though his apprehension that he felt just a bit proprietary.
“I should let you get settled.”
Kyuhyun hesitated, but he held out his hand anyway. Joonmyun touched it, brushed past it, and tucked his head into Kyuhyun’s shoulder. He didn’t smell particularly of anything, not like cat or anything else, and Kyuhyun stroked a hand down Joonmyun’s back and let him keep holding on.
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Joonmyun was not a boisterous person, which made the adjustment to living with him quite easy. He was thoughtful, quiet even, laughing at Kyuhyun’s jokes and sitting so carefully near him as Kyuhyun turned on a drama or played around on his laptop. It occurred to him after several days of Joonmyun brushing up against his side or tentatively touching his hand as he was getting food for them, that Joonmyun, even if he was alone, felt alone without touch. He’d adjusted, it seemed, willing to help Kyuhyun cook or do the cooking himself, content to curl up with a book and nap in puddles of sunlight coming in the window.
“Hey,” Kyuhyun said, and lifted an arm. He was seated on the couch, and there was such obvious space between them as Joonmyun looked up from his book.
But it took Joonmyun only moments, closing that foot and a half of distance and humming as he pressed into Kyuhyun’s side, head curling in the hollow of Kyuhyun’s shoulder. Every so often he could see one of Joonmyun’s ears twitch, his tail flicking up to curl over Kyuhyun’s leg.
“You like being close like this?” Kyuhyun wondered aloud, though he really knew the answer before Joonmyun nodded. “You don’t have to wait for invitation. It’s okay if you want to.”
Joonmyun’s head lifted, his eyes wide. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said. “It’s nice.”
The smile on Joonmyun’s face was so bright before he ducked his head back down, rubbing his head against Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
That was the first time he heard Joonmyun purr.
***
Joonmyun liked books. Really, really liked books. Kyuhyun didn’t even have to be the recipient of aggressive cat cuddling to figure that out, but he’d gotten it all the same after bringing Joonmyun home a stack of used books. They’d cost him about a dollar altogether, but the way that Joonmyun pressed up against him and purred while stroking them, they might as well have cost a million. He didn’t buy Joonmyun more books after that specifically for the cuddles, but he’d come to like those, Joonmyun’s warmth against him.
Joonmyun had interesting ways of twisting himself around so that his feet were up on the back of the couch, tail twitching, and his head on Kyuhyun’s lap or stomach. Sometimes he used Kyuhyun’s arm as a body pillow as he purred and read. Sometimes he just napped on Kyuhyun’s shoulder and sleepily pointed out interesting things on Kyuhyun’s laptop. It got to the point where he barely remembered what he’d done before he could turn to Joonmyun and laugh at something on the TV because Joonmyun was watching with him - when Joonmyun was showering or washing his clothes, Kyuhyun kept all those little things to share with Joonmyun. Joonmyun grinned at him, nestling into Kyuhyun’s hugs and sighing. Sometimes Kyuhyun saw the pretty curve of Joonmyun’s lips and felt himself smiling because of it. Sometimes he wanted to lean in and touch, but he didn’t. It didn’t take away the want.
Once, Kyuhyun asked if Joonmyun would be happy there with him. He’d had a cat nuzzling into his hand and looking up at him with earnest eyes.
“Are you happy?” Joonmyun had asked, and what was on his face was not so much worry as hope.
They’d spent that night curled together on Kyuhyun’s bed eating ice cream out of the same bowl, Joonmyun craning his head up every so often to smile at Kyuhyun.
***
Kyuhyun had heard all sorts of purrs, but the almost-growl as Joonmyun rested against Kyuhyun’s chest was different. It rose, almost yowling from Joonmyun’s throat as Joonmyun almost propelled himself up off of the couch. He was panting, staring down at the couch cushion like he’d been frightened.
“Joonmyun? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Joonmyun said, his voice unnaturally high.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Yes. I have to go.” Though Joonmyun said yes, he didn’t act it as he spun, repeating, “oh no, oh no, oh no,” all the way toward his room.
A stomach ache, Kyuhyun wondered. But he hadn’t had any trouble with dinner. And Joonmyun had definitely gone into his bedroom and not into the bathroom. He couldn’t hear any retching. Kyuhyun waited, listening from the couch to see what he could hear. There were drawers being opened and closed, Joonmyun quite obviously moving about. After a few minutes of that, silent.
He strained, trying to hear anything. Maybe Kyuhyun smelled. Maybe Joonmyun needed some time alone.
Maybe wasn’t cutting it. He heard what sounded like Joonmyun grunting, and pushed himself up off the couch. He was just going to check. Just going to knock on the door, and if Joonmyun said he was okay, he’d leave Joonmyun alone. He just had to be sure. Still, he stood at the door listening for a moment before doing anything.
“Joonmyun, are you okay?” Kyuhyun asked, rapping a knuckle lightly against the door a couple of times.
He heard… It might have been a yes or a no, some kind of strangled sound that almost sounded like distress.
“I just want to make sure you’re all right,” Kyuhyun said, and listened. Maybe there was some cat disease that Kyuhyun didn’t know about. It wasn’t like Joonmyun could get hairballs.
And what Kyuhyun heard instead of an answer was a moan. It put Kyuhyun’s hand on the doorknob.
“Sorry, I just want to be sure you’re-“
Kyuhyun froze, staring at Joonmyun curled on the bed with his pants open, his hand furiously pumping his erection. Joonmyun hadn’t been sick he’d been-
“Sorry! I’m so sorry, I-“
Kyuhyun had only half turned when Joonmyun whimpered.
“Kyuhyun, wait. It’s- It’s my heat.”
Heat. A manufactured result in male cats, some kind of genetic trick - a trick on the cats as well when they hit periods of heightened sexual arousal and need. Kyuhyun had read all about it, how all the manuals said it could be a fun time for cat and owner if that was how it was chosen to deal with the heat. But there were a number of ways a cat could deal with it on their own, if the relationship was strictly platonic.
“They have toys for this, right? Do you have toys?” Kyuhyun kept his eyes high, trying to look at Joonmyun’s face and not his moving hand. Whatever he had to do, he’d do. He’d find Joonmyun’s toys. Joonmyun was old enough that he’d had to have been through a number of heats. He had to know how to deal with them.
“I have some! I don’t… I don’t know where they are. They were in a box when I was ready to move.”
The last was almost a sob and Kyuhyun realized that that had been the sounds of drawers opening, Joonmyun looking for something to help him get through his joke of nature. Kyuhyun tried to think of anywhere boxes might have gone that weren’t in Joonmyun’s room. There were none under the bed. Joonmyun had looked in the drawers.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t think of this,” Kyuhyun said, his mind racing. Joonmyun was making desperate little sounds that made it hard to think. “I’ll go buy some. There has to be a store close. I’ll be right back.”
His cat was in heat and looked more appealing than he could have imagined. And his cat was in distress and needed Kyuhyun to help him, and if buying him toys was what he needed, he would do it.
“Please!” Joonmyun gasped out, arching off the bed and reaching with the hand that had been jerking his cock. “Please, don’t go. It’ll take too long, it’ll- Please, help me.”
Kyuhyun stepped closer, grasping Joonmyun’s hand. It was shaking, Joonmyun imploring him, and Kyuhyun hissed. It wasn’t that Joonmyun wasn’t appealing, but he was desperate, and Kyuhyun didn’t want to take advantage.
“If you had a toy, you wouldn’t need my help,” Kyuhyun said. “I can go as fast as possible.”
“Why would I take a piece of plastic over what’s real?” And Joonmyun’s eyes opened wider as though a terrible thought had occurred to him. “Do you not want me? Do you prefer women? Do my-“
“No! No. You’re gorgeous. You’re…”
Joonmyun kept tight hold on Kyuhyun’s hand, almost needing help to stand.
“Please. Please, Kyuhyun. I’ve wondered what it would be like to… With you. Kyuhyun.”
He imagined he he could feel Joonmyun’s heart beating fast as he pressed against Kyuhyun. For a moment it seemed like any normal hug, Joonmyun burrowing against him, holding him.
And then Joonmyun’s hips began to wiggle, like he was trying to scratch a particularly terrible itch. His hips wiggled against Kyuhyun’s, and his body responded, really the only thing to do with a man whimpering in need against him.
“You’re sure you don’t want a toy instead?” Kyuhyun asked, cupping Joonmyun’s neck. “Sorry, I just…I need to know I’m not-“
“Kyuhyun,” Joonmyun sighed, and rubbed their cheeks together. “Please, I’m sure.”
Instead of arguing, instead of fighting, he met Joonmyun’s eyes, and felt sure. Joonmyun meant it. But it was equally possible that he could do what he could for Joonmyun without doing too much, without breaking Joonmyun’s trust. He didn’t want Joonmyun to have to worry about Kyuhyun and if he’d ask things of Joonmyun that Joonmyun didn’t want to give. Kyuhyun’s home was Joonmyun’s home, too.
So all he could do was pull at the soft sweater Joonmyun wore, pulling it and the shirt under it over Joonmyun’s head and leaving Joonmyun’s chest bare.
“Oh yes, oh yes. Oh, Kyuhyun,” Joonmyun exulted, wrapping his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck and letting himself be carried to the side of the bed. It took only a little pushing to get Joonmyun’s pants off, helping him back onto the bed. Joonmyun’s cheeks were flushed, his cock hard, and he was reaching, pulling Kyuhyun, wanting him closer. He didn’t take off his own clothes, even if Joonmyun gave a half-hearted tug to Kyuhyun’s collar.
He could stand in for Joonmyun’s toys and he had a suspicion of what Joonmyun needed. Joonmyun whined at the stroke of Kyuhyun’s hand down his thigh, his legs parting, begging. And it was just as Kyuhyun had expected, Joonmyun’s ass slick and warm and Joonmyun clutched around the finger he pressed inside.
“You’re so tight,” he marveled, and Joonmyun moaned.
“Please, more. Your finger feels so good, please.”
He fucked Joonmyun with just that one finger for almost the whole of a minute, watching Joonmyun’s cock bob as he moaned. But as tight as he felt, Joonmyun’s ass accommodated another of Kyuhyun’s fingers, opening around him and letting him fuck in as deep as he could.
“Oh, Kyuhyun,” Joonmyun wailed, his cock thumping and oozing in obvious joy. He reacted like that to to fingers, and Kyuhyun wondered how he’d like more. Or..something else.
But he enjoyed the slick grip of Joonmyun’s ass, sliding his fingers in and out. He went so desperately slow, enjoying the pull, the stretch, and then quicker until he could hear the slick slap of skin. He spread his fingers inside, testing the give of him, feeling for Joonmyun’s prostate as Joonmyun moaned and lifted his hips to meet Kyuhyun’s fingers.
Joonmyun’s cock actually spurted clear fluid as Kyuhyun slid a third finger into him, watching Joonmyun’s ass take him in as Joonmyun sobbed and begged.
“Please, your fingers feel so good, I love them, oh Kyuhyun your fingers are in me. I’m going to- I’m going to-“
Kyuhyun lowered his head and licked along Joonmyun’s cock and Joonmyun wailed, orgasming from that touch alone. But he’d heard hybrids could come more than humans. He’d heard so many things he wasn’t sure of, and it made his body ache to know he was making Joonmyun feel good. Joonmyun came again as Kyuhyun sucked lightly on the head of his cock, and again as Kyuhyun swirled his tongue and let Joonmyun’s cock slide deep into his mouth. He fucked Joonmyun with his fingers and sucked his cock, and Joonmyun’s cock was so warm, his ass so eager, and Joonmyun babbled as he came and tugged on Kyuhyun’s hair.
“Please, please, please,” he begged, like he was trying to get Kyuhyun to stop.
He lifted his mouth from the flushed, throbbing cock and saw that tears were streaming down Joonmyun’s cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
“It feels so good,” Joonmyun sobbed, clutching around Kyuhyun’s fingers. “Please… Please can you… I want a real cock. Even if it’s only once, I want to know what a real cock is like. Please.”
“You’ve never been helped during a heat?”
“You know I only had one owner before you,” Joonmyun panted. “And he never thought of me like that.”
Joonmyun had never-
“Okay,” Kyuhyun said, his brain numb and his body far ahead of him.
Joonmyun reached for him, fumbled with Kyuhyun’s pants in an attempt to free his cock. But Joonmyun stopped, crying out when Kyuhyun pulled his fingers free, his hips bucking up like being empty made him hurt.
“Please!”
Kyuhyun freed his own cock, Joonmyun staring with such hunger as his thighs widened and admitted Kyuhyun between them. If he thought he would find resistance, he got none, Joonmyun’s body enveloping him in velvet wet. And he watched Joonmyun come before he’d gotten halfway in. He felt like some kind of sex god, grinning as Joonmyun moaned and reached for him.
“More,” Joonmyun moaned, and pressed urgent kisses against Kyuhyun’s neck and jaw. As Kyuhyun began to thrust, reveling in Joonmyun’s body, Joonmyun met him each time, pushing against him, taking him deep. “Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun.”
He stroked through Joonmyun’s hair, fondled his ear, and pressed kisses against Joonmyun’s lips until Joonmyun was moaning against his mouth, body going rigid, thighs beating against Kyuhyun’s hips as he came for Kyuhyun.
“How long does your heat last?” Kyuhyun asked. The urge to come was already threatening and he needed to know if he could even make it. He could use his fingers again. He’d get Joonmyun through it. Joonmyun wouldn’t have to suffer.
“I don’t want it to end,” Joonmyun moaned.
It didn’t have to. It didn’t have to, if Joonmyun wanted him to help him each time.
“You’ve got me,” was all Kyuhyun could get out, all he could say, moaning as Joonmyun’s fingers dug into his back. They raced together, hips meeting hard. The clutch of Joonmyun’s body, his moans.
“Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun.”
Joonmyun cried out as Kyuhyun’s hips jolted, coming just before Kyuhyun did. Kyuhyun’s eyes closed tight as he shuddered and came in Joonmyun. He’d known he wanted, but hadn’t realized he’d needed. Joonmyun had been everything and more, lax underneath him, bliss on every feature, at least until Kyuhyun tried to pull away. He tugged Joonmyun with him, holding him against his chest as he fished for a blanket.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” Joonmyun said, and Kyuhyun swallowed.
“Is it okay if I stay?”
Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if he could move, but he would’ve tried if Joonmyun wanted him to. They’d shared a heat. They shared a life. Joonmyun murmured sleepily his agreement, adjusting his head on Kyuhyun’s shoulder. And right then, they might have shared a dream.
***
The sun was up again when Joonmyun came waddling out of the bathroom wrapped in Kyuhyun’s oversized blue bathrobe. He looked…adorable, his ears still a bit wet at the tips and just his fingers poking out of the arms. He pressed up against Kyuhyun’s side immediately, nuzzling into his cheek.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Joonmyun said, a smile in his voice. “Are you?”
Kyuhyun felt sentimental and strange as he pressed a kiss against the side of Joonmyun’s head, against his cheek.
Joonmyun purred for him, his arm curling up around Kyuhyun’s neck and hugging him tight as Kyuhyun held him. Joonmyun was his cat. He was Joonmyun’s.
***
Pairings: Chanyeol/Chen, Chanyeol/Chen/Suho, Kyuhyun/Suho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, fluff
Summary: Four smut requests.
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Prompt: Chanyeol holding Jongdae up so he can fuck him against the wall...
***
Chanyeol’s fingers in him were only the appetizer, his leg over Chanyeol’s shoulder as Chanyeol sucked his cock and fingered him. Jongdae knew how he’d gotten there, having been standing with only his underwear to conceal his hard cock as Chanyeol had barged into the room. He angled his hips in invitation, and what more was there to do, really? It was Chanyeol who had knelt, and mouthed at him through the cloth, and held him up when he would have sagged to feel Chanyeol breathing against him. A bottle of lube had never been found so quickly, unbuttoning Chanyeol’s shirt as Chanyeol panted at him and leaning back against the wall in invitation. Chanyeol’s mouth was interested, lips wrapping around him as he teased Jongdae. He was glad Chanyeol hadn’t minded him thrusting into his mouth because Chanyeol’s fingers were both too much and too little. It was some special kind of torture, soft sucks in a silken mouth and fingers sliding wet inside him. Chanyeol could’ve kept him like that for hours if Jongdae hadn’t been desperate to be fucked.
Or maybe it was because he’d looked down to see Chanyeol had opened his pants, and was stroking a cock that Jongdae needed badly. When Chanyeol stood, his cock was wet, pants and underwear falling down his legs as he hooked his arm under Jongdae’s leg.
And then the other.
“Oh!”
The wall scraped against his back as he grabbed Chanyeol’s neck and Chanyeol lifted him but he couldn’t have cared less because he was suddenly even taller than Chanyeol and Chanyeol was grinning at him like a really hungry shark.
“Guide me,” Chanyeol said. Oh yes. Jongdae was way ahead of him, angling his hips and holding Chanyeol’s cock against him. And that was all it took.
He arched against the unforgiving wall as Chanyeol lowered him onto his cock. The nails of his free hand scraped Chanyeol’s shirt as the width of Chanyeol’s cock stretched him. It was never-ending it seemed like, crying out as Chanyeol bumped up into him, the last inch - or maybe two.
And when Chanyeol pulled out just barely, just to thrust back in, Jongdae moaned. When he pulled out further, only to push in so excruciatingly slowly, Jongdae babbled.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, please, oh fuck.”
He could feel tingles in his balls, along his untouched cock, and Chanyeol was barely moving. He made the mistake of meeting Chanyeol’s eyes, pinned by them as Chanyeol being to thrust up into him, a little faster, a little stronger. The pull against this skin, the screaming of his legs over Chanyeol’s arms, the throbbing of his cock. He struggled to breathe, but he still opened his mouth and Chanyeol kissed him, moaning at the slide of Chanyeol’s tongue, sucking on it as Chanyeol kept up the fuck.
Jongdae groaned as his body almost shuddered into the wall as Chanyeol thrust harder. He was almost dizzy with it, whining as their lips parted wetly. But he was gasping, silent, as Chanyeol hitched him higher, pressed in deep, and fucked hard as Chanyeol sucked beneath Jongdae’s ear.
The grunts Chanyeol made as he fucked, the way his open shirt rubbed against Jongdae’s cock, belt jangling somewhere below Chanyeol’s knees. He wanted Chanyeol’s mouth on his nipples, on his cock, wanted to be bent over, and pressed down, and fucked harder, until he was crying with it, until he-
“Oh,” he cried, and inhaled, air bottling in his lungs as Chanyeol’s hips sped, almost growling into Jongdae’s skin. “Oh. Oh. Oh!”
Jongdae convulsed against the wall, neck arching as the orgasm gripped him, his cock pulsing against his stomach almost in time with Chanyeol’s thrusts. Wet dripped down his skin and he braced against he wall as Chanyeol slammed into him. And he trembled with Chanyeol’s moan as Chanyeol almost stilled and thrust deep and came in him.
Jongdae tried to keep breathing, ignoring trickles of sweat and semen, and his aching hips and thighs as Chanyeol’s hips moved slow, lazy. He tightened around Chanyeol’s cock out of curiosity and got a hiss, his lips twisting as Chanyeol’s breaths gusted into his shoulder. When Chanyeol put him down, he was going to be very sore. He hadn’t had a cock like Chanyeol’s in an age, hadn’t been fucked up against a wall like that in even longer.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol said, and Jongdae agreed.
When Chanyeol lifted his head, Jongdae reeled him in for a lavish kiss that expressed his…appreciation. And all the lust that was still pent up in him. He was still half hard, fingers gripping tight kissed him, the last almost sweet.
Chanyeol’s mouth was red, his hair wild, and Jongdae couldn’t have wanted him more.
“Again,” Jongdae exulted, and Chanyeol moaned.
***
Prompt: Sassy Student!Jongdae always flirting with his teacher, Mr. Park. Age gap, forbidden relationships, all the best things~
***
It had to be secret. That was one stipulation. They couldn’t walk into the hallway with sleepy students spilling out and touch hands. There’d be talk, and Jongdae didn’t need that kind of talk any more than Mr. Park did. There were rules about that kind of thing for a reason but had rules ever kept Jongdae from going after what he wanted? Mr. Park - Dr. Park when Jongdae really wanted to be cheeky, pulling the glasses from Chanyeol’s face and leaving him half blind - had been the good one. He’d been the one amused at Jongdae’s winks, and making sure there were other students around for office hours.
He’d showed up to class early, half hard, tilting his hips as he leaned against the table at the front of the room. He caught Mr. Park’s glance, and it was a torture for himself after that, shifting in his seat through class every time Mr. Park looked his way. He wanted Mr. Park to know he was still horny. So he’d had to go jerk off in the bathroom after, but it’d been worth it.
“Jongdae.”
It was always said with a certain amount of exasperation that Jongdae found arousing, which he was pretty sure Chanyeol couldn’t have known. It had been a risk grinding his crotch against the back of one of Chanyeol’s hands one day but the payoff, oh. The payoff had been so much better than worrying about being punched, because he’d heard the catch of breath when Chanyeol realized Jongdae was staring to see if he was getting hard.
It was secret, at their homes after the first time because it was too risky in the confines of the school.
“Do you know how hard it is to concentrate during your class when all I’m thinking about is how much I want to be up there sucking you off?” Jongdae teased, voice just above a whisper, a lure. He wanted…everything.
“Ohhh, Mr. Park,” Jongdae chirped because of the hard cock he’d fished out. Hiding, waiting, just for him to suck in the dark private of Chanyeol’s office.
“Don’t call me that,” Chanyeol hissed, because it reminded him that what they were doing wasn’t allowed. Chanyeol would be fired. Jongdae…who knew. He sucked Chanyeol’s cock as loudly as he knew how so they could both feel it, hear it. He moaned as he licked along the length of it, admired how wide his lips stretched around it, how warm, how hard. How perfect to fuck him.
Chanyeol was still so pleased from getting blown that he didn’t realize that Jongdae was spreading lube on him. He got no argument when he stood, but Chanyeol’s eyes were on his hands as they opened his pants and shoved them down. His own cock was hard, aching, and he wanted Chanyeol’s mouth on it but not then. He shoved papers aside, leaning over the desk and waggling his ass in invitation. He’d had three fingers in himself earlier, slick with lube, so he was ready. He knew he was in if Chanyeol couldn’t resist that.
And he couldn’t, hands on Jongdae’s hips.
“You sure-“
“Fuck me,” Jongdae said, and Chanyeol moaned softly. Jongdae gripped the edge of the desk and spread his legs and moaned as the length of Chanyeol’s cock rubbed against him. Jongdae tilted his hips up and tried to give him a clue. Maybe he should’ve just straddled Chanyeol’s thighs and fucked him right in the chair, but no, he’d wanted the great Mr. Park with the fantastic cock to make the choice.
And his moan actually broke when he felt the head of Chanyeol’s cock press against him. He wanted to moan lavishly but he didn’t want Chanyeol to stop because he thought Jongdae was in pain.
So he just chanted, “More, more, more,” as Chanyeol stretched him open with his cock. Each thrust took him further until he was balls deep and Jongdae wanted to cheer.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol said, and Jongdae moaned and wiggled. More. More. More.
The desk rattled and squeaked under him as Chanyeol fucked him, his cock swaying with the force of Chanyeol’s thrusts. It wasn’t the tentative entrance any more, but like he realized that Jongdae had dildos bigger than him and that Jongdae wanted a man to fuck him.
“You just wouldn’t give up.”
And good for him, he thought, delirious with pleasure.
“Mr. Park,” he moaned.
Chanyeol’s hand covered his mouth and he moaned against it instead of shouting for more, harder. He wondered if he could’ve come like that from some spectacular fucking, with Chanyeol’s palm there so he could lathe it.
But he didn’t have to, fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking him as he bucked and inhaled. More. Too much. More. The head of his cock felt like it was burning, swollen, ready to shoot. He was trapped on Chanyeol’s cock and he loved it, muffled by Chanyeol’s hand, gripped by him.
Chanyeol jacked his cock and he whined, breathless and the orgasm seared him as he came onto the office floor. And every exhale was a moan as Chanyeol fucked him fierce and quick - and the desk skidded when Chanyeol came, pressing hard against Jongdae’s back, his hips.
“So loud,” Chanyeol panted, and Jongdae took that as a compliment. “Jongdae.”
There wasn’t any exasperation there that time. And that was the first time that Jongdae thought he himself might be in trouble.
***
Prompt: Porn AU where all the pros want to wreck the newcomer, Jongdae? [Ft ChanHo DPing Chen please.]
***
Jongdae was getting led around, seeing some of the sets, meeting some of the staff. Chanyeol was the only one of the actors who took him around, friendly and sizing him up at the same time as they ended up in a room with some kind of lounging couch that Chanyeol spread out over.
“What’s your selling point?” Chanyeol asked, licking his thumb clean of a piece of candy he’d been eating.
“I don’t go soft if I’m getting fucked,” Jongdae said, as easily as if it was the state of the weather. “I can usually get off a couple of times, too. Plus people love my screams.”
Chanyeol’s eyebrows rose, impressed.
Though Jongdae was impressed with Chanyeol, too. More importantly, the size of his cock. He’d done his homework. There’d been one movie where Chanyeol had been the third party in a threesome, and when the husband saw how good the wife was getting fucked, he demanded a piece of it, too. Jongdae had been pretty sure the wife in that scenario would’ve had a husband who needed to be fucked after that. Not like the guy’s cock held a candle to Chanyeol’s, either, so either way they’d have both been unfulfilled. Or maybe he just thought about it too much.
“I know yours is your cock and your voice,” Jongdae said, watching Chanyeol grin as he palmed his crotch through his sweatpants.
“Yeah, it does okay for me,” Chanyeol said. And he sent a thoughtful glance up Jongdae’s body. “You really stay hard?”
“Like I’m about to come every second,” Jongdae said. “Why, want to see?”
It was half serious, half flirtation, but Chanyeol seemed to take it seriously, his hand still rubbing and moving what was clearly an interested cock around. Way more interested than a few seconds contemplating Jongdae’s tease would’ve caused.
“I’d be happy to welcome you to the company,” Chanyeol said. “Usually we try to have more to go around, but maybe my cock will be enough.”
There wasn’t any doubt about that. The door was closed, so all he really had to do was peel out of his t-shirt as Chanyeol discarded his. And when he kicked off his sweats, all Jongdae could see were long legs and cock getting even harder as Chanyeol stroked it.
“Condoms are there- yeah, right there,” Chanyeol said, letting his head relax back as Jongdae retrieved condoms and lube. He dropped them beside Chanyeol’s arm, and wriggled his underwear down.
“Nice,” Chanyeol said, reaching out to touch Jongdae’s cock with his fingertips.
He grinned, straddling Chanyeol’s thighs and opening a condom. He rolled it onto Chanyeol’s cock, slicking lube along it and feeling the heft of it.
“Nice,” Jongdae said back.
And Chanyeol’s eyebrows rose when Jongdae immediately moved over his hips.
“You can’t take a minute, if you want?”
“You think I need much prep for you?” Jongdae said. He kept his eyes on Chanyeol’s face, a nice one. So there was that, those pretty lips and solid chin to go with the voice. All Jongdae did was work two fingers into himself to get himself slick. He wanted to feel more, and he had Chanyeol’s cock for that. His thighs wide, all he had to do was hold Chanyeol’s cock up and press down around it. It stretched more than his fingers, but that was what he liked. Each roll of his hips got him a little more of Chanyeol’s cock, grinning as Chanyeol showed just how impressed he was. He hummed as he lowered himself down the whole length of again.
“Definitely nice.”
He’d had cocks that big before, but each one was different, thickness, how firm they were. Chanyeol’s cock was…just right. Fuck, if they were in movies together, he’d get it more times than just right then. In his mouth, all over his face. Yeah. He had no regrets of those thoughts, savoring Chanyeol’s cock.
When the door opened, they both looked, but made no move to cover themselves. They were in their place of business and they fucked people for a living, so it was hardly abnormal to have someone walking in on them having sex. But Jongdae recognized who it was immediately, another actor with the company. Joonmyun, one of the popular ones for his face and his enthusiastic moans. He bottomed and he topped, his cock nothing to sneeze at and clearly getting hard watching Jongdae ride Chanyeol’s cock. He was gorgeous enough to make Jongdae’s cock twitch, imagining that mouth on him or being pinned down for that cock to take him.
“Jongdae, right?” Joonmyun asked, watching with interest.
He was a bit out of breath when he answered, “That’s right.”
“Joonmyun’s a gentleman but he fucks great,” Chanyeol ground out, making Joonmyun grin.
“Lots of cock to go around here,” Joonmyun agreed.
And without asking, without anything, Chanyeol gripped Jongdae’s ass with both hands, lifting him off of his cock to bare him for Joonmyun’s eyes. “You have to get a feel of this ass. It’s fantastic.”
“Even after you’ve been there?” Joonmyun joked, but he didn’t walk away. Instead, Jongdae tensed as Joonmyun knelt behind him and slid two fingers into his ass. “Nice. I’ll like this.”
There was the rustle of fabric, Chanyeol licking his lips as he grinned up at Jongdae. All he could do was clutch Chanyeol’s arms and gasp as Joonmyun’s slick, covered cock slid into him. Was it as wide, as long as Chanyeol’s, he couldn’t tell because it felt so good. Different angle, a different kind of stroke as Joonmyun’s hips ground into his.
“Ah, so good,” Joonmyun grunted.
Jongdae’s eyes closed, reveling in the fuck, feeing Chanyeol’s cock underneath of him. He moaned, steadied by Joonmyun and Chanyeol, still splayed over Chanyeol’s hips. Chanyeol reached, pointing his cock up so it rubbed against Joonmyun’s as Joonmyun thrust into him.
“I can’t wait any more,” Chanyeol moaned, his hips lifting and cock pressing as Joonmyun nearly pulled out. Joonmyun held his hips when he would have jerked up, Chanyeol’s cock so hard as he tried to stretch Jongdae’s ass open around him.
“I can’t, I can’t,” Jongdae whined, gasping as the head of Chanyeol’s cock made it fully in and then started past Joonmyun’s cock. One of each had been enough. Two was- Two was-
“Let me get further,” Joonmyun demanded, and jabbed his hips up, making his ass stretch and burn as it wasn’t just two cockheads in him but two thick cocks sawing for dominance against each other, meeting each other thrust for thrust as one pulled back and the other went deeper.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Jongdae moaned, feeling Joonmyun add even more lube and press his cock in balls deep just like he had been before Chanyeol’s cock had joined him.
Joonmyun moaned, not even moving for a long minute as Chanyeol lifted his hips and fucked into Jongdae’s ass, his cock rubbing against the full length of Joonmyun’s.
“So tight, fuck. Fuck, he’s still hard.”
Jongdae’s cock felt too hot, too tight, swollen and ignored as he focused on his ass and the fading pain.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” Joonmyun promised, and Jongdae opened his mouth the scream as Joonmyun began to pound into him, the force of it driving him up and down Chanyeol’s cock. Chanyeol kept thrusting up every time Jongdae’s body dropped when Joonmyun pulled back, stretch, pain, slick, friction, fuck.
“Fuck me, oh please, fuck, let me come!” he wailed, nails scraping down Chanyeol’s arms. Suddenly it was overwhelming, being filled, the pain melding to the throbbing in his cock and the ache of them rubbing inside him.
“He’s dripping,” Chanyeol said, and Jongdae wasn’t even sure what he meant until Chanyeol’s fingertips gripped both of his nipples and squeezed in time to Joonmyun’s thrusts. His cock twitched with it, his face on fire, lungs burning as he forced himself to breathe. Oh yes, the dripping off of his swollen cock that Joonmyun’s fingers ran through.
“You like being fucked after you’ve come?” Joonmyun asked. “Or do we need to put a cock ring on you.”
He moaned at both thoughts, but nodded, almost making himself dizzy.
“Keep- Keep fucking. Gotta come. Please.”
They took him at his word, Joonmyun’s cool fingers jerking his cock as Joonmyun’s thrusts bounced him up and down the length of Chanyeol’s cock. Fuck, two cocks in him, Chanyeol moaning and eyeing him like he was a meal, Joonmyun grunting as he fucked-
Jongdae’s orgasm swung like a pendulum, one moment waiting, the next wild as his balls contracted and he came all over Chanyeol’s stomach and Joonmyun’s hand. He squealed, his thighs tight as he came and was fucked and kept coming. His whole body went loose when the tugs inside him stopped, held up by two sets of hands and two cocks that had barely even slowed.
“He’s still hard,” Joonmyun marveled, groping him again.
“He said he doesn’t go soft if he has a cock in him,” Chanyeol said.
“Ohhh,” Joonmyun marveled. “Wait, does that mean he can come again?”
Jongdae’s eyes rolled toward the ceiling as they spoke of him as though he wasn’t there. But his cock certainly was present, making him whimper in overstimulation as Joonmyun’s palm rubbed against it. They were porn stars, used to regulating their bodies so he wasn’t even surprised that Joonmyun and Chanyeol hadn’t come when he was going tight around them. It felt like his whole body twitched when his shoulder was bitten, rocking on the cocks inside him like he was possessed.
“Too bad one of the others isn’t here so we could see what he’d do with a mouth on him,” Chanyeol said. “Or maybe one in his mouth like this.”
Jongdae moaned and parted his lips to suck eager on three of Chanyeol’s fingers.
“Oh yeah, he wants it,” Chanyeol said, his voice rough with it. “He wants to choke on a nice big cock right now.”
“I’d offer but I want his ass more,” Joonmyun grunted. Their skin was sweaty together, Joonmyun’s cock an endless intrusion. “I bet he’d do bondage well, gagged and whining for more cock.”
Jongdae whined around Chanyeol’s fingers and made them both laugh.
“Gagged with a cock,” Chanyeol said, and took his fingers away to grip Jongdae’s hips and pull him down hard.
He’d thought he’d been stretched to the limit but he’d been wrong. He cried out, arching as the two cocks battled in him.
His thighs were screaming, his body slick with sweat, his ass alternately burning and numbed, and still his cock was throbbing in Joonmyun’s hand. It didn’t matter if it hurt, his cock swollen and still over-sensitive, he still tried to fuck against Joonmyun’s fingers and soothe the ache in his balls, in his ass. Each thrust by Chanyeol had him gasping, each counter-thrust by Joonmyun made him bleat, caught between two battering cocks in his tired body.
“Not gonna last,” Joonmyun grunted. “Your cock feels so nice.”
When Chanyeol leered, Jongdae realized Joonmyun had been talking about Chanyeol’s cock, not his. Oh fuck, their cocks sliding against each other inside him.
“Come on, come on,” Joonmyun crooned and sucked Jongdae’s earlobe between his lips. Jongdae’s eyes widened, watching Chanyeol’s lip curl as he focused on the fuck, watching Joonmyun jerking Jongdae off. The orgasm was like a promise he couldn’t catch, receding as he gasped and rocked, right there and he strained for it. The sound of their bodies meeting, slick, Chanyeol’s grunts and Joonmyun’s croons.
He didn’t know whose name to shout so the sound he made was garbled, high and thin. His head fell back, tears streaming from pleasure denied and pain promised, and when Chanyeol thrust up into him again, Jongdae’s cock jolted as the orgasm struck. The ejaculations hurt so fucking good, getting Joonmyun’s hand so messy even as Joonmyun chewed at his earlobe and nearly growled as he kept fucking.
His cock was still aching when Chanyeol started moaning louder, lifting his hips and slamming into Jongdae as he came. Joonmyun was so fast, Jongdae knew he was close too. Chanyeol was babbling from the friction against his cock and Joonmyun pulled Jongdae back and buried his cock deep as he came in Jongdae’s ass.
Chanyeol held out an arm and gathered Jongdae in when Joonmyun let him go, and he was trembling as rested against Chanyeol’s chest. He whimpered when Joonmyun pulled his cock free, feeling Chanyeol still softening in him.
“You were right, I needed that. The others are going to love that ass,” Joonmyun said. He ruffled Jongdae’s hair before leaving them, and suddenly he was empty, sore and exhausted. He just barely remembered Chanyeol lifting him, wiping him down and pulling a blanket over him. He was too well fucked to even think, drifting.
He woke later in total darkness, maybe an hour, maybe two, to fingers probing his ass and a mouth around his cock. He reached down, gripping their hair and gasping. Maybe it was a director, or an assistant, another actor. Maybe it was Chanyeol or Joonmyun. He didn’t really care, as long as they didn’t stop sucking.
***
Prompt: A very distant relative of Kyu’s passes away and a few days later the family lawyer contacts him saying he inherited said relative’s pet; he agrees to take in the animal, not knowing that what's he's getting is actually a very attractive cat hybrid.
***
Kyuhyun knew they existed, of course, it was hard not to in a word that seemed obsessed. Human-cat hybrids were coveted, silky hair, curious ears, and tails that ranged from sleek to fluffy. When he’d been informed by his great-uncle’s lawyer that he had inherited his pet cat, Kyuhyun had been expecting just that - a cat. Maybe something small, that meowed, and not the dark-haired man who stood with downcast eyes and gleaming leather collar.
He’d bought a litter box. Something he was going to have to throw out the second he got home.
“I don’t have-“ Kyuhyun started. “Does he have anything of his own?”
“There are several boxes of belongings, clothes, personal effects. His belongings were sorted from the estate until he could be turned over to you.”
Kyuhyun didn’t even bother to ask why the cat, Joonmyun, hadn’t been sent on his way to live alone. The hybrids were so rare, it was almost always dangerous for them to live alone, and they were valuable on the black market for people who found them exotic and arousing. One of Joonmyun’s ears twitched like he could hear Kyuhyun’s thoughts. And it soothed Kyuhyun to know that Joonmyun wore a very normal outfit of slacks and a dress shirt. He looked like any other man on the street, except for being slight and quiet.
That, and the ears.
Kyuhyun all but swore his life away, promising he would not put Joonmyun out, would not sell him without the executor’s position, would protect him, would grant him avenues to have his complaints heard. So many things that made his head spin and that were for Joonmyun’s benefit and protection. There was a small stipend, too, meant to be put toward Joonmyun’s keep be it food or clothing or entertainment. He’d already planned opening the account so that it would be saved for Joonmyun alone if the need arose. Whatever Joonmyun needed, he would have. It was in memory of a relative he’d barely known, and because Joonmyun deserved it.
It was a mad scramble to ready the junk room of the apartment to house someone, buying a bed, a bureau, a table that could be used as a desk until he could find something better. Joonmyun came with his belongings, clothes, books and things, and Kyuhyun regretted not buying a bookshelf. That would be next, as Joonmyun looked around the bare room as Kyuhyun pointed out things for him.
“If you need anything, you can let me know,” Kyuhyun said, and just kept himself from wringing his hands. He’d lived on his own for too long.
“I will, thank you. I’m sorry for your loss,” Joonmyun said.
“I’m sorry for yours,” Kyuhyun returned, and Joonmyun’s head bobbed. “Were you…close? How long had you been with him?”
Joonmyun’s face went thoughtful. “Three years. He could hardly see any more, so he enjoyed me reading to him or rubbing his hands to keep them from getting stiff. I cooked for him when his nurse wasn’t there, and made sure he was warm and not alone. He liked me to be close.”
Kyuhyun’s heart hurt as Joonmyun’s voice broke. The loss wasn’t any easier, and though Kyuhyun had barely known the man it made even his own grief a little easier knowing his great-uncle hadn’t been alone.
“Thank you. I didn’t- I wish I’d known him better.”
Joonmyun smiled. “He knew enough about you to know where I should go. He considered your sister, but… I knew I’d feel more comfortable around a man.”
Joonmyun’s head ducked, and Kyuhyun wondered that even though his apprehension that he felt just a bit proprietary.
“I should let you get settled.”
Kyuhyun hesitated, but he held out his hand anyway. Joonmyun touched it, brushed past it, and tucked his head into Kyuhyun’s shoulder. He didn’t smell particularly of anything, not like cat or anything else, and Kyuhyun stroked a hand down Joonmyun’s back and let him keep holding on.
***
Joonmyun was not a boisterous person, which made the adjustment to living with him quite easy. He was thoughtful, quiet even, laughing at Kyuhyun’s jokes and sitting so carefully near him as Kyuhyun turned on a drama or played around on his laptop. It occurred to him after several days of Joonmyun brushing up against his side or tentatively touching his hand as he was getting food for them, that Joonmyun, even if he was alone, felt alone without touch. He’d adjusted, it seemed, willing to help Kyuhyun cook or do the cooking himself, content to curl up with a book and nap in puddles of sunlight coming in the window.
“Hey,” Kyuhyun said, and lifted an arm. He was seated on the couch, and there was such obvious space between them as Joonmyun looked up from his book.
But it took Joonmyun only moments, closing that foot and a half of distance and humming as he pressed into Kyuhyun’s side, head curling in the hollow of Kyuhyun’s shoulder. Every so often he could see one of Joonmyun’s ears twitch, his tail flicking up to curl over Kyuhyun’s leg.
“You like being close like this?” Kyuhyun wondered aloud, though he really knew the answer before Joonmyun nodded. “You don’t have to wait for invitation. It’s okay if you want to.”
Joonmyun’s head lifted, his eyes wide. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said. “It’s nice.”
The smile on Joonmyun’s face was so bright before he ducked his head back down, rubbing his head against Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
That was the first time he heard Joonmyun purr.
***
Joonmyun liked books. Really, really liked books. Kyuhyun didn’t even have to be the recipient of aggressive cat cuddling to figure that out, but he’d gotten it all the same after bringing Joonmyun home a stack of used books. They’d cost him about a dollar altogether, but the way that Joonmyun pressed up against him and purred while stroking them, they might as well have cost a million. He didn’t buy Joonmyun more books after that specifically for the cuddles, but he’d come to like those, Joonmyun’s warmth against him.
Joonmyun had interesting ways of twisting himself around so that his feet were up on the back of the couch, tail twitching, and his head on Kyuhyun’s lap or stomach. Sometimes he used Kyuhyun’s arm as a body pillow as he purred and read. Sometimes he just napped on Kyuhyun’s shoulder and sleepily pointed out interesting things on Kyuhyun’s laptop. It got to the point where he barely remembered what he’d done before he could turn to Joonmyun and laugh at something on the TV because Joonmyun was watching with him - when Joonmyun was showering or washing his clothes, Kyuhyun kept all those little things to share with Joonmyun. Joonmyun grinned at him, nestling into Kyuhyun’s hugs and sighing. Sometimes Kyuhyun saw the pretty curve of Joonmyun’s lips and felt himself smiling because of it. Sometimes he wanted to lean in and touch, but he didn’t. It didn’t take away the want.
Once, Kyuhyun asked if Joonmyun would be happy there with him. He’d had a cat nuzzling into his hand and looking up at him with earnest eyes.
“Are you happy?” Joonmyun had asked, and what was on his face was not so much worry as hope.
They’d spent that night curled together on Kyuhyun’s bed eating ice cream out of the same bowl, Joonmyun craning his head up every so often to smile at Kyuhyun.
***
Kyuhyun had heard all sorts of purrs, but the almost-growl as Joonmyun rested against Kyuhyun’s chest was different. It rose, almost yowling from Joonmyun’s throat as Joonmyun almost propelled himself up off of the couch. He was panting, staring down at the couch cushion like he’d been frightened.
“Joonmyun? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Joonmyun said, his voice unnaturally high.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Yes. I have to go.” Though Joonmyun said yes, he didn’t act it as he spun, repeating, “oh no, oh no, oh no,” all the way toward his room.
A stomach ache, Kyuhyun wondered. But he hadn’t had any trouble with dinner. And Joonmyun had definitely gone into his bedroom and not into the bathroom. He couldn’t hear any retching. Kyuhyun waited, listening from the couch to see what he could hear. There were drawers being opened and closed, Joonmyun quite obviously moving about. After a few minutes of that, silent.
He strained, trying to hear anything. Maybe Kyuhyun smelled. Maybe Joonmyun needed some time alone.
Maybe wasn’t cutting it. He heard what sounded like Joonmyun grunting, and pushed himself up off the couch. He was just going to check. Just going to knock on the door, and if Joonmyun said he was okay, he’d leave Joonmyun alone. He just had to be sure. Still, he stood at the door listening for a moment before doing anything.
“Joonmyun, are you okay?” Kyuhyun asked, rapping a knuckle lightly against the door a couple of times.
He heard… It might have been a yes or a no, some kind of strangled sound that almost sounded like distress.
“I just want to make sure you’re all right,” Kyuhyun said, and listened. Maybe there was some cat disease that Kyuhyun didn’t know about. It wasn’t like Joonmyun could get hairballs.
And what Kyuhyun heard instead of an answer was a moan. It put Kyuhyun’s hand on the doorknob.
“Sorry, I just want to be sure you’re-“
Kyuhyun froze, staring at Joonmyun curled on the bed with his pants open, his hand furiously pumping his erection. Joonmyun hadn’t been sick he’d been-
“Sorry! I’m so sorry, I-“
Kyuhyun had only half turned when Joonmyun whimpered.
“Kyuhyun, wait. It’s- It’s my heat.”
Heat. A manufactured result in male cats, some kind of genetic trick - a trick on the cats as well when they hit periods of heightened sexual arousal and need. Kyuhyun had read all about it, how all the manuals said it could be a fun time for cat and owner if that was how it was chosen to deal with the heat. But there were a number of ways a cat could deal with it on their own, if the relationship was strictly platonic.
“They have toys for this, right? Do you have toys?” Kyuhyun kept his eyes high, trying to look at Joonmyun’s face and not his moving hand. Whatever he had to do, he’d do. He’d find Joonmyun’s toys. Joonmyun was old enough that he’d had to have been through a number of heats. He had to know how to deal with them.
“I have some! I don’t… I don’t know where they are. They were in a box when I was ready to move.”
The last was almost a sob and Kyuhyun realized that that had been the sounds of drawers opening, Joonmyun looking for something to help him get through his joke of nature. Kyuhyun tried to think of anywhere boxes might have gone that weren’t in Joonmyun’s room. There were none under the bed. Joonmyun had looked in the drawers.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t think of this,” Kyuhyun said, his mind racing. Joonmyun was making desperate little sounds that made it hard to think. “I’ll go buy some. There has to be a store close. I’ll be right back.”
His cat was in heat and looked more appealing than he could have imagined. And his cat was in distress and needed Kyuhyun to help him, and if buying him toys was what he needed, he would do it.
“Please!” Joonmyun gasped out, arching off the bed and reaching with the hand that had been jerking his cock. “Please, don’t go. It’ll take too long, it’ll- Please, help me.”
Kyuhyun stepped closer, grasping Joonmyun’s hand. It was shaking, Joonmyun imploring him, and Kyuhyun hissed. It wasn’t that Joonmyun wasn’t appealing, but he was desperate, and Kyuhyun didn’t want to take advantage.
“If you had a toy, you wouldn’t need my help,” Kyuhyun said. “I can go as fast as possible.”
“Why would I take a piece of plastic over what’s real?” And Joonmyun’s eyes opened wider as though a terrible thought had occurred to him. “Do you not want me? Do you prefer women? Do my-“
“No! No. You’re gorgeous. You’re…”
Joonmyun kept tight hold on Kyuhyun’s hand, almost needing help to stand.
“Please. Please, Kyuhyun. I’ve wondered what it would be like to… With you. Kyuhyun.”
He imagined he he could feel Joonmyun’s heart beating fast as he pressed against Kyuhyun. For a moment it seemed like any normal hug, Joonmyun burrowing against him, holding him.
And then Joonmyun’s hips began to wiggle, like he was trying to scratch a particularly terrible itch. His hips wiggled against Kyuhyun’s, and his body responded, really the only thing to do with a man whimpering in need against him.
“You’re sure you don’t want a toy instead?” Kyuhyun asked, cupping Joonmyun’s neck. “Sorry, I just…I need to know I’m not-“
“Kyuhyun,” Joonmyun sighed, and rubbed their cheeks together. “Please, I’m sure.”
Instead of arguing, instead of fighting, he met Joonmyun’s eyes, and felt sure. Joonmyun meant it. But it was equally possible that he could do what he could for Joonmyun without doing too much, without breaking Joonmyun’s trust. He didn’t want Joonmyun to have to worry about Kyuhyun and if he’d ask things of Joonmyun that Joonmyun didn’t want to give. Kyuhyun’s home was Joonmyun’s home, too.
So all he could do was pull at the soft sweater Joonmyun wore, pulling it and the shirt under it over Joonmyun’s head and leaving Joonmyun’s chest bare.
“Oh yes, oh yes. Oh, Kyuhyun,” Joonmyun exulted, wrapping his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck and letting himself be carried to the side of the bed. It took only a little pushing to get Joonmyun’s pants off, helping him back onto the bed. Joonmyun’s cheeks were flushed, his cock hard, and he was reaching, pulling Kyuhyun, wanting him closer. He didn’t take off his own clothes, even if Joonmyun gave a half-hearted tug to Kyuhyun’s collar.
He could stand in for Joonmyun’s toys and he had a suspicion of what Joonmyun needed. Joonmyun whined at the stroke of Kyuhyun’s hand down his thigh, his legs parting, begging. And it was just as Kyuhyun had expected, Joonmyun’s ass slick and warm and Joonmyun clutched around the finger he pressed inside.
“You’re so tight,” he marveled, and Joonmyun moaned.
“Please, more. Your finger feels so good, please.”
He fucked Joonmyun with just that one finger for almost the whole of a minute, watching Joonmyun’s cock bob as he moaned. But as tight as he felt, Joonmyun’s ass accommodated another of Kyuhyun’s fingers, opening around him and letting him fuck in as deep as he could.
“Oh, Kyuhyun,” Joonmyun wailed, his cock thumping and oozing in obvious joy. He reacted like that to to fingers, and Kyuhyun wondered how he’d like more. Or..something else.
But he enjoyed the slick grip of Joonmyun’s ass, sliding his fingers in and out. He went so desperately slow, enjoying the pull, the stretch, and then quicker until he could hear the slick slap of skin. He spread his fingers inside, testing the give of him, feeling for Joonmyun’s prostate as Joonmyun moaned and lifted his hips to meet Kyuhyun’s fingers.
Joonmyun’s cock actually spurted clear fluid as Kyuhyun slid a third finger into him, watching Joonmyun’s ass take him in as Joonmyun sobbed and begged.
“Please, your fingers feel so good, I love them, oh Kyuhyun your fingers are in me. I’m going to- I’m going to-“
Kyuhyun lowered his head and licked along Joonmyun’s cock and Joonmyun wailed, orgasming from that touch alone. But he’d heard hybrids could come more than humans. He’d heard so many things he wasn’t sure of, and it made his body ache to know he was making Joonmyun feel good. Joonmyun came again as Kyuhyun sucked lightly on the head of his cock, and again as Kyuhyun swirled his tongue and let Joonmyun’s cock slide deep into his mouth. He fucked Joonmyun with his fingers and sucked his cock, and Joonmyun’s cock was so warm, his ass so eager, and Joonmyun babbled as he came and tugged on Kyuhyun’s hair.
“Please, please, please,” he begged, like he was trying to get Kyuhyun to stop.
He lifted his mouth from the flushed, throbbing cock and saw that tears were streaming down Joonmyun’s cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
“It feels so good,” Joonmyun sobbed, clutching around Kyuhyun’s fingers. “Please… Please can you… I want a real cock. Even if it’s only once, I want to know what a real cock is like. Please.”
“You’ve never been helped during a heat?”
“You know I only had one owner before you,” Joonmyun panted. “And he never thought of me like that.”
Joonmyun had never-
“Okay,” Kyuhyun said, his brain numb and his body far ahead of him.
Joonmyun reached for him, fumbled with Kyuhyun’s pants in an attempt to free his cock. But Joonmyun stopped, crying out when Kyuhyun pulled his fingers free, his hips bucking up like being empty made him hurt.
“Please!”
Kyuhyun freed his own cock, Joonmyun staring with such hunger as his thighs widened and admitted Kyuhyun between them. If he thought he would find resistance, he got none, Joonmyun’s body enveloping him in velvet wet. And he watched Joonmyun come before he’d gotten halfway in. He felt like some kind of sex god, grinning as Joonmyun moaned and reached for him.
“More,” Joonmyun moaned, and pressed urgent kisses against Kyuhyun’s neck and jaw. As Kyuhyun began to thrust, reveling in Joonmyun’s body, Joonmyun met him each time, pushing against him, taking him deep. “Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun.”
He stroked through Joonmyun’s hair, fondled his ear, and pressed kisses against Joonmyun’s lips until Joonmyun was moaning against his mouth, body going rigid, thighs beating against Kyuhyun’s hips as he came for Kyuhyun.
“How long does your heat last?” Kyuhyun asked. The urge to come was already threatening and he needed to know if he could even make it. He could use his fingers again. He’d get Joonmyun through it. Joonmyun wouldn’t have to suffer.
“I don’t want it to end,” Joonmyun moaned.
It didn’t have to. It didn’t have to, if Joonmyun wanted him to help him each time.
“You’ve got me,” was all Kyuhyun could get out, all he could say, moaning as Joonmyun’s fingers dug into his back. They raced together, hips meeting hard. The clutch of Joonmyun’s body, his moans.
“Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun.”
Joonmyun cried out as Kyuhyun’s hips jolted, coming just before Kyuhyun did. Kyuhyun’s eyes closed tight as he shuddered and came in Joonmyun. He’d known he wanted, but hadn’t realized he’d needed. Joonmyun had been everything and more, lax underneath him, bliss on every feature, at least until Kyuhyun tried to pull away. He tugged Joonmyun with him, holding him against his chest as he fished for a blanket.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” Joonmyun said, and Kyuhyun swallowed.
“Is it okay if I stay?”
Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if he could move, but he would’ve tried if Joonmyun wanted him to. They’d shared a heat. They shared a life. Joonmyun murmured sleepily his agreement, adjusting his head on Kyuhyun’s shoulder. And right then, they might have shared a dream.
***
The sun was up again when Joonmyun came waddling out of the bathroom wrapped in Kyuhyun’s oversized blue bathrobe. He looked…adorable, his ears still a bit wet at the tips and just his fingers poking out of the arms. He pressed up against Kyuhyun’s side immediately, nuzzling into his cheek.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Joonmyun said, a smile in his voice. “Are you?”
Kyuhyun felt sentimental and strange as he pressed a kiss against the side of Joonmyun’s head, against his cheek.
Joonmyun purred for him, his arm curling up around Kyuhyun’s neck and hugging him tight as Kyuhyun held him. Joonmyun was his cat. He was Joonmyun’s.
***