Cat got the cream

[wangbaozi]

Cat got the cream
Kris/Chanyeol/Baekhyun | nc-17 | smut
Warnings: Polyamory, piercings, Kitty!au, heat, daddy kink, rimming
a/n: written for exok_ink fic exchange! tbh i'm not quite happy with it and there is a horriblly rushed ending. :\
btw baek has a prince albert. google (or don't) if you don't know what it is

Baekhyun was an adorable tiny thing that Chanyeol had walked into their apartment hand in hand with. Kris immediately caught sight of the small tufts of fur sitting atop of the small boy’s wet hair that seemingly was pelted down by the thunderstorm outside.

“No.” Kris turned around and walked back into the kitchen to finish preparing their dinner, because god knows that Chanyeol would cook up a concoction and probably burn the bottom of one of their good pans.

Trust Chanyeol to bring home a hybrid; an escapee/runaway hybrid no less. They definitely did not have enough money to afford a catboy, which was considered a luxury. Kris’ white-collar job and Chanyeol’s college student job managed to get them by, with much to spare. It was just that they just simply didn’t have the time to look after a pet, even the goldfish that Chanyeol insisted that they get when they first moved in together relied on Kris’ meager sprinkling of fish flakes just before he walked out the door in the morning. Kris could only assume that Chanyeol was travelling back from the college library when it started to rain and he caught sight of the poor little thing in an alley way.

“But Kris!” Chanyeol walked into the kitchen, both the boy and him dripping all over the floorboard. “He was so terribly skinny and it was raining and he’s been living in that alleyway for a month!”

Bingo.

Kris sighed lightly. He knew his lover was a compassionate one, always volunteering for charity events at school and studying his butt off to become a pediatrician. Although, Kris had to admit that it was one of the qualities that made him fall in love with the gangly student in junior year. Kris knew that Chanyeol couldn’t resist bringing home the catboy, with his small figure he appeared absolutely child like; Kris wondered if the thing was even of legal age.

In surrender, Kris began spooning rice into three bowls instead of two.
“Go get him cleaned up whilst I finish plating up for dinner.”

Chanyeol let go of the boy’s hand and darted towards Kris to give him a big slobbery wet kiss on the cheek, only relenting when Kris pushed him off with an exclamation of “Stop it! You’re getting me all wet!”

Thus, that was the addition of a third member into their small family. Baekhyun had asked for seconds and thirds of Kris’ home cooked dinner, albeit very quietly. How cold Kris not come to love the small boy? He absolutely spoiled him. Much like how Kris indulged Chanyeol’s small antics much too often. It felt like Kris was raising up two children instead of his two lovers.

Baekhyun had initially stayed in their guest room. They didn’t want to make him feel like he escaped from the Catboy facilities to enter another bedroom out of his will. At that point, Kris hadn’t exactly been warm with the idea of sharing his bed with a stranger either. Chanyeol on the other hand, had no concept of ‘Stranger Danger’ and was easily willing to let Baekhyun sleep with them if the small boy wished to.

Baekhyun was a nice addition to their apartment. While Kris was out at his nine to five office job, Chanyeol kept him company when he didn’t have classes. Then, when Kris returned home, Baekhyun would offer helping hands when Kris would prepare their dinner. It was fairly quiet when Chanyeol headed out to his waiting job at the near by Korean restaurant, only the soft sounds of their handiwork in the kitchen was audible. Baekhyun was given the menial tasks, washing and chopping up the vegetables. But even so, Kris constantly worried about the kitten amputating a finger. Other times, Kris would beckon the younger to taste for seasoning of the soup. His ears would twitch atop of his head if it was too salty or his tail would wag just the slightest if it were just right. Little indicators that would make Kris’ heart melt. They were still quite awkward though, without Chanyeol as a mediator and Baekhyun not having come out of his shell.

Occasionally, Chanyeol would leave for class earlier than planned and there was an hour gap from when Kris would come home. On those days, Kris would unlock the apartment to a curled up Baekhyun on the couch; despite his feline features the boy actually made whimpering noises akin to that of a puppy.

Today though, Kris returned home and as expected, took a glance at their sofa and found Baekhyun taking his usual catnap. What was unusual was how the younger boy was sweating furiously and his whimpering sounded more painful than cute. Kris dropped his briefcase and ran towards the kitten to rest his hand against Baekhyun’s forehead. At the contact, Baekhyun craned his head up even further to dig his forehead into Kris’ palm. Retracting his hand and moving away to get a cool cloth for the boy’s fever, Kris removed himself from the boy’s side. Before he could move too far away, Baekhyun extended a hand to grasp onto Kris’ work shirt.

“K-Kris..” Baekhyun panted. Eyes glazed over and mouth trembling. The next sound Baekhyun emits can only be one of pure desperation. Baekhyun let go of Kris’ shirt but then wriggled around on the sofa so his face digs into the suede with his stomach facing down. Kris’ eyes widened in realization that the younger was rutting into the sofa, tail hooked and swaying with arousal in the air. The kitten’s eyes closed in momentary bliss but then his eyebrows furrowed when the friction wasn’t enough to relieve him. Baekhyun opened his glassy eyes again and stared straight up at Kris.

“I-I need you to…” Baekhyun paused momentarily to shudder. “I need you to touch me. Please.”

What was Kris meant to do? He felt like he would be violating the other and taking advantage of Baekhyun. Further more, what about Chanyeol? What would his lover think? Wouldn’t he be cheating on him? But on the other hand, it looked like the boy was in serious pain.

“I can’t.” Kris tried to refuse but when Baekhyun writhed on the sofa again and sobbed, he once again reached out a hand to rest on the younger’s forehead and smooth out the matted hair.

“Okay.” Kris couldn’t bear to leave the boy in such pain.

He began by running his large palms down Baekhyun’s face and massaged his neck a bit, almost as if he was petting him. Baekhyun’s whimpering stopped and even let out a small sigh, almost as if Kris’ touch had cooled down the burning inside his body. Trailing his hands down even further, Kris’s thumbs accidentally ran over Baekhyun’s peaked nipples and at this, the boy’s breath hitched slightly.

Kris removed Baekhyun’s clothing slowly, unbuttoning the light pajama shirt one button at a time whilst looking at the kitten’s face. He didn’t want to startle the other. When Kris tried to remove his pants, he forgot that Baekhyun was a catboy and had a tail. When he ran his palm along the extra appendage, Kris was somewhat surprised at the velvety smooth texture the fur was in. He assumed that the “pet store” had to keep him in good condition then.

Eventually, Kris finally managed to strip Baekhyun down to his boxers. The boy’s breathing was less labored and seemed to rest at a more of a soft panting. There were damp patches at the front of Baekhyun’s briefs, and what surprised Kris, also at the bottom of them. Well, they were hybrids that were designed for sex, Kris reasoned; self-lubrication would just make the process easier. What shocked Kris even more however, was when he noticed a tiny hill where Kris assumed the tip of Baekhyun’s cock was.

In curiosity, Kris pushed his fingers under the waistband of Baekhyun’s boxers and looked at Baekhyun for permission, which Baekhyun granted with an erratic nod. With a gentle tug, Kris pulled the briefs down just enough until he saw a piece of silver embedded into the crown of Baekhyun’s cock. The curved bar of silver ran from the slit of Baekhyun’s dick through the skin and ended just above where the ridge of the head ended. All movement ceased but Kris couldn’t tear his eyes away from the jewelry that was reflecting off the florescent lighting of their apartment.

Baekhyun broke the thick air as he gulped. “They put it in me so I’d be more sensitive,” he helpfully supplied.

Kris was simultaneously horrified and fascinated at the same time. He pulled off the rest of Baekhyun’s boxers until the boy was fully nude and he was fully dressed in his work clothes.

“P-please.” Baekhyun repeated. “I need you to touch me.”

Kris nodded grimly. How was he supposed to do this? He didn’t want to hurt the other by tugging too roughly and disturb the piercing. Kris winced at the thought. Ow Resting his hands at a safer place, Kris rubbed the area between Baekhyun’s balls and his entrance. Baekhyun was absolutely dripping, leaking to slick up everywhere, as his perineum was wet as well.

The pace of Baekhyun’s breathing picked up, his patience running thin. Kris drew out a moan when he ran a thick finger over the slick, puckered entrance and it took no resistance to slip a finger inside. Baekhyun arched his back but shifted his hips downward to thrust the intrusion further until he reached the base of Kris’ finger.

“Need…more….” Baekhyun panted.

Kris promptly inserted another finger. And then another. Baekhyun’s body welcomed the digits graciously and Kris was in awe at the lewd display. Baekhyun wrapped a delicate hand around his erection and pumped furiously. Relieving Baekhyun, Kris decided to carefully wrap his free hand around Baekhyun’s cock and with a few more thrusts of his fingers, Baekhyun came.

Baekhyun collapsed onto the sofa after he arched his back during release, panting. Kris’ work trousers was tented, no one could blame him though after that display. Turning his head, Baekhyun looked down at where Kris had been kneeling the entire time and noticed the man’s tight pants. He slid down onto the floor so he was face to face with Kris’ crotch.

Baekhyun could smell the pheromones leaking from Kris. It was delicious. Kris at this point was too aroused to comprehend that Baekhyun was tugging him through the zipper of his trousers, that is, until he felt Baekhyun’s soft kitten tongue licking the bead of precum on the tip of his cock.

“Let me repay the favour.” Baekhyun rubbed his cheek into Kris’ erection and Kris looked down to see the two perky ears of the boy.

Despite the surprise when Kris came to reality, he moaned when Baekhyun laved his erection in saliva and promptly began to suck Kris deeper into his mouth, right until Baekhyun’s nose was resting at Kris’ pubic bone. It did not take long for Kris to climax.

Baekhyun swallowed down everything. Without coughing or gagging at all. With a quick glance down, he noticed that the wooden floorboards were stained with Baekhyun’s release. The boy came again without being touched at all, just by the taste of his cock. Baekhyun seemed to be coherent now, breathing returned to normal and face losing its flush.

Then it hit him. Shit. What the fuck was he going to do.

Kris had been absolutely ruined. He avoided Baekhyun like the plague but worst of all, he couldn’t look Chanyeol in the eye anymore. He couldn’t sleep in the same bed as him. It went on for a total of four days before Chanyeol had ambushed him in the bathroom when he was brushing his teeth for another night on the tiny armchair; he couldn’t sleep on the sofa after what had happened on it. His awkward limbs couldn’t fit onto the tiny space and his shoulders were aching horribly, especially when he went into work at his tiny cubicle.

Chanyeol spun him around by his shoulders and pressed him against the cool tiling of their bathroom. Kris winced.

“Kris, you need to stop it with this shit. “ Chanyeol looked angry. He never looked angry. The usual smile that showcased all of his teeth was thoroughly hidden by a big frown. “I know what happened. Baekhyun told me.”

All signs of fury had been wiped off by a small sigh that the younger had released at the catboy’s name. The hands on Kris’ broad shoulders relented their hold and weight and instead, he was rubbing his fingers to massage the pent up tension.

“He came to me. Said that they had put him on heat suppressants because he didn’t have a master yet.”

Oh. That was why the kitten had been in such intense pain then. It still wasn’t an excuse for what Kris did though. He still couldn’t look Chanyeol in the eyes. “Doesn’t mean I was right to do what I did.”

Chanyeol shifted his hand to cup Kris’ chin to make Kris look at him.

“I’m not angry about that. I’m angry how you never told me and left me like an island on our bed.”

Kris fucked up. He had been conflicted by his own thoughts that he forgot about how Chanyeol would feel. What he thought when Kris crept out of their covers at night because he couldn’t put himself up to sleep next to the man he had betrayed.

“I’m sorry.”

The next thing Chanyeol did was drag Kris out to their lounge room where Kris found Baekhyun sitting on the floor. The boy’s ears were down turned and his fists were in his lap.

Chanyeol continued. “I’m mad about how you left Baekhyun in the dark too.”

Kris fucked up real bad. He was hurting everyone more than he was himself. What had Baekhyun thought when he would escape from the younger’s presence, when their cooking sessions ceased to exist?

“I’m sorry,” Kris looked at Baekhyun this time, directly in his eyes. “For everything,” eyes darting to Chanyeol as well.

Acting as the mediator, Chanyeol pulled Kris to sit beside Baekhyun on the sofa and settled on the other side of him.

“Good. Baekhyun, do you have anything to say?” A peer over Kris’ shoulder and Baekhyun still looked just as timid as before.

With a newfound bravery, Kris took one of the balled up fists and smoothed it out with his hands. Baekhyun’s posture relaxed a bit but in no way was he completely stress free.

“I’m sorry too. “ Baekhyun worried his bottom lip in-between his teeth. “For disturbing you two like this.”

Before Kris could dispel Baekhyun’s misconception, Chanyeol interjected.

“No. Don’t you say that,” Another hand joined theirs in Kris’ lap. “We want you here. Both of us.”

Kris, always a man of few words only firmly nodded his head in affirmation.

They all looked at each other. Everything was fine again.

After that day, things changed. Baekhyun actually began to talk! Words! It was a shock to everyone what a sharp tongue the younger had but they were both glad that Baekhyun had been able to freely express his snark after the environment that he had been kept in. He started off by actually telling Kris if the stir-fry was too bland and then continued on to critique Kris’ wardrobe choices. Which, let’s be honest, someone needed to tell him not to wear that gorilla print jumpsuit out. Chanyeol was absolutely ecstatic for an associate to poke fun at Kris with.

Both Kris and Chanyeol acknowledged that Baekhyun was a third in their relationship, and they were going to make it work. The boy had captured their hearts in no time; it was just left up to Baekhyun to take that step forward. It was 2 weeks after Baekhyun’s heat fiasco that the boy quietly made the trip across the hallway from the guest room to Kris and Chanyeol’s in the middle of the night. He would gently peel back the covers and slip in bed behind Chanyeol and the couple would wake up in the morning to Baekhyun’s adorable snuffling when the sunrise cut through the gap between their curtains. Despite Chanyeol’s initial offer to share their bed with the cat at his arrival, Baekhyun’s ears still folded over at the thought of asking if he was still welcome in their bed. So he was never there when they would retire at night, everyone going into their respective rooms; that is until Baekhyun would scurry into their room not half an hour later when he thought that they were deep in slumber and bury his face into their shoulders. Some nights he curled into Kris’ back and on others dig his face into Chanyeol’s shoulders, either way when Kris and Chanyeol would hear the faint creak of their door opening, they would open their eyes and flash a quick smile at each other a Baekhyun’s antics before feigning sleep.

Baekhyun was made a permanent resident of their bed on a Sunday morning when Chanyeol flipped Baekhyun into the middle of the bed so both males could snuggle the living day lights out of him. The kitten twitched his nose adorably and Kris’ heart melted. Chanyeol hooked his head over Baekhyun’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his slender waist.

“You know you’re actually allowed to sleep here when we’re fully conscious right.” Chanyeol’s gruff morning voice pointed out.

The kitten in-between them stiffened immediately, tail halting any swishing movements during Baekhyun’s morning stretch. It seemed like Baekhyun was caught red handed. With no other choice, Baekhyun’s blushing red face disappeared under the covers as he pulled the blanket over himself to hide from the two giants. If that wasn’t the cutest thing that Chanyeol had ever seen then he doesn’t know what would be. And he spends his study breaks watching puppies playing with themselves in the mirror. Baekhyun’s furry, little cat ears peaking from under the covers beat it tenfold.

With a chuckle, Chanyeol pulled the covers from Baekhyun’s grip to reveal said embarrassed kitten. “Hey, come back here!”
Now that his hiding spot was compromised, his next option was to run. Before he could move an inch, Kris wrapped his long arms to pull Baekhyun into a warm and snuggly hold with unfortunately, no escape from the kitten. Finally being forced to explain himself, Baekhyun whispered softly: “I can really stay here?”

No matter how soft Baekhyun’s voice was, Chanyeol managed to pick up the soft murmur. It only made sense that he was able to, his big ears had to have some use after all. “Of course! The bed is a lot warmer when you’re here.”

Even with Chanyeol’s, and in turn Kris’ confirmation, Baekhyun still seemed hesitant to relax. It seemed to take the last of Baekhyun’s bravery to ask the duo what was on his mind.

“But...” Baekhyun peered up from Kris’ hold and then turned towards Chanyeol. “You guys haven’t given me a collar yet…”

Everyone in the room went stock-still. If only you could see the panic in Kris’ eyes as he stared into Chanyeol’s. Thank god Baekhyun couldn’t see the horror in his eyes. Finally, Chanyeol confronted Baekhyun. He had always been the one better at communicating. “Baek…you don’t need a collar. We’re equals here in this relationship.”

The tufts of Baekhyun’s ears moved as Kris nodded his head urgently. But Baekhyun still paraded on. “I know, but I was bred to believe that collars were a token of love and commitment. It sounds silly but I still want one.” Baekhyun seemed very confident in what he said, that is until his eyed widened in panic and his body wriggled a tiny bit in Kris’ arms. “That is! If you want to give me one...”

“Okay then.” Chanyeol’s resolved seemed solid. “If you want a collar, we’ll get you a collar. Right Kris?”

Baekhyun craned his head around to look for approval from Kris. For the first time this morning, Kris said something, his deep voice vibrating through his body. “Okay then,” Kris repeated. “But the collar is a sign of love and commitment, not ownership, okay?”

This time Chanyeol was the one who was nodding his head furiously. Wanting to put the case to a rest, he placed a chaste kiss on Baekhyun’s nose and wrapped his arms around Kris’. “We’ll get you one this afternoon. Because we want to. But for now, just go back to sleep.”

Baekhyun had no problem falling back to sleep wrapped up in his personal toaster oven.

Ever since Baekhyun had made that initial request for a collar, the two wouldn’t stop buying them no matter how many he already had. Sometimes Kris would be on his way to a lunch break when a leopard print one caught his eye in a window display, or Chanyeol would browse on Gmarket for a pink bedazzled one during his “productive” study periods. But, no matter what collar Baekhyun was wearing that day he wore it with pride even if it was just within the confines of their apartment, grateful for what Kris and Chanyeol were offering him. Love and commitment.

Despite, Kris and Chanyeol having expressed their love for the catboy with the purchase of a collar, they never really followed up with what love and commitment entailed. Sex. Not since that first time Kris and Baekhyun were left alone. Kris was still somewhat hesitant but all three of them were getting tense, the apartment was heady with their sexual tension; not aided by their bed sharing.

One night, Baekhyun decided enough was enough. He would surprise his lovers tonight. He detached himself from the sofa where his feet were placed on Chanyeol’s lap and Kris was idly petting his hair whilst reading the paper. Baekhyun feigned a yawn, curling his back exaggeratedly. “I’m going to turn in early. Good night.”

As soon as Baekhyun turned the corner into the hallway, he peeked from behind the wall to see if Kris or Chanyeol suspected anything. Mission success! The crinkle of the newspaper was audible as Kris turned a page and Chanyeol merely chuckled at the television screen. Knowing that the duo were unknowing, Baekhyun giddily skipped into their shared bedroom and prepared himself for the night; putting on the first collar they had given him, a simple black leather one with a D ring in the middle. After putting on the collar, he continued to take off the rest of his clothing that they had bought him. With his body bare, Baekhyun tied a pink ribbon around the end of his tail for that final touch, just in case they didn’t understand that he was giving himself to them. Completely.

Unfortunately, Baekhyun miscalculated his timing and he actually began to get sleepy waiting for Kris and Chanyeol. His perch on the end of their bed slacked as half an hour passed and they had yet to retire to bed. By the time the door actually opened, Baekhyun’s eyes drooped and his body was curled up into itself, assuming the ‘cat napping’ position. However at the click of the door, his body was too honest and his ears perked up and tail erected in surprise. The boy widened his droopy eyes as he saw Chanyeol standing in the doorway with Kris behind him, both sporting looks of shock.

Soft skin was unveiled as Baekhyun straightened his body, Kris and Chanyeol drinking up the sight of their catboy offering himself to them. The dark leather of the collar contrasted with his pale skin and dusky nipples. Kris swallowed his saliva as he noticed the jewel on Baekhyun’s cock head catch the light from the hallway, he remembered the first time he had seen the piercing and the curiosity had not faded over the time.

“Make me yours,” Baekhyun breathed softly, voice slightly sleep hazed. “Please.”

Chanyeol’s eyes followed Baekhyun’s body as the boy reclined back onto the mattress, flat onto his back with his dark tail stark against the pale sheets. And that fucking ribbon

Clothes were off in the blink of an eye and Chanyeol rest his body a top of Baekhyun’s to kiss those soft, cherry lips. The mewl that Baekhyun released at the contact sent shivers down Chanyeol’s spine; Baekhyun’s body was so honest. He played with the boy’s body like an instrument; at every caress, stroke and rub was followed by a choked off moan or a gasp. It felt like someone was missing though, and Chanyeol stopped his ministrations to look behind. Kris was at the foot of the bed, just watching with a mixture of hunger and fear in his eyes.

When Baekhyun had noticed that Chanyeol stopped touching him, he pushed himself up to look at Kris, just staring. He figured that Kris hadn’t forgiven himself for what had happened months ago. Crawling on all fours till he reached Kris at the end, tail high in the air to showcase the pink bow, he pulled at the bottom of Kris’ night shirt.

“Join us.”

Kris finally seemed to let go, raising his large palms to rub at Baekhyun’s ears before tugging the shirt off and tossing it to the side. Baekhyun pushed himself up to pull at Kris’ neck into a kiss. It was hot and slow and languid and everything that they needed to clear what Baekhyun’s heat had caused.

Chanyeol stared at his lovers’ tongues tangling and now he was the one that felt left out. “Make room for me too,” was the only warning he gave them before he dived in as well, tongue chasing after Kris’ or Baekhyun’s; he didn’t know at this point but it didn’t matter who it was because he loved both of them.

Baekhyun broke away from the kiss to lean down and put his hands into Kris’ pajama bottoms, noticing that Kris had gotten semi hard from watching their earlier display. Kris moaned into Chanyeol’s mouth when Baekhyun’s delicate hands wrapped around his dick, one stroking him to full hardness and the other fondling with his sac under the material. He moaned even louder when Chanyeol pushed his pants down and off to reveal to everyone Baekhyun’s handiwork on Kris’ cock.

Chanyeol gave Kris one final Kris and moved away from the edge of the bed to kneel behind Baekhyun’s tail. He breathed over Baekhyun’s entrance but Baekhyun’s pleas were muffled with Kris’ cock in his mouth.

Chanyeol’s tongue traced around the puckered skin finding that his tongue picked up all of Baekhyun’s leaking juices, garnering more whimpers from the kitten which he would vibrate into Kris. Chanyeol avoided the area that Baekhyun craved to be touched the most, trailing his tongue up until his nose bumped against the base of Baekhyun’s tail, which also proved to be sensitive.

Chanyeol pulled back as he heard Baekhyun slurp a mix of Kris’ precum and his own saliva and swallow it. Both Kris and Baekhyun looked absolutely wrecked, and Chanyeol was proud of that.

“Stop teasing.” Kris’ voice was husky; obviously Chanyeol playing with Baekhyun was affecting him too.

It was as if Kris was looking at the Cheshire cat as all of Chanyeol’s teeth showed in a smile. Without saying a word Chanyeol absolutely buried his face into Baekhyun’s entrance, it was messy as the blunt of his teeth scraped against the side of Baekhyun’s cheeks but it got the job done as he dug his tongue into Baekhyun’s core and it was evident that Baekhyun enjoyed this by the sounds of Kris’choked “Fuck!”

Baekhyun’s hole twitched against Chanyeol’s mouth and when he pulled away, he noticed the covers were slightly dampened. A pale puddle of white sitting at top the sheets.

He wiped away the residue on his mouth with the back of his hand in awe.

“Baek baby, did you just come?”

It was amazing how innocent the boy managed to look even as he pulled off of Kris’ cock and nodded.

Chanyeol groaned in arousal. “Fucking hell, that is so hot.”

At Baekhyun’s confirmation, it seemed like it was too much for Kris as he spilled himself over the boy’s pale face, painting his forehead and cheeks and chin with cum. Kris was exhausted but still moaned in arousal, cock struggling to soften as he saw Baekhyun raise up two fingers to scoop the cum up into his mouth.

Kris stroked Baekhyun’s face with warmth, proud of his come painted all over the boy’s. “You did good, baby. Now go take care of Chanyeol”

Kris let himself fall next to Chanyeol on the bed, satisfied. The other man was stroking his arousal. Baekhyun rolled over onto his back, pulling back his thighs and exposing himself to Chanyeol, ready. “You don’t need to prepare me, I played with myself before you got here.”

It seemed like every little action Baekhyun did made Chanyeol heady with want. With one final stroke, Chanyeol shifted forward, in-between Baekhyun’s spread legs so his cock was positioned at Baekhyun’s entrance.

“It’s not too much for you, is it?” Chanyeol asked for permission in fear of the boy’s sensitivity from his previous orgasm.

“No, I want you in me, ”Baekhyun shook his head forcibly. “Please.”

At Baekhyun’s permission, Chanyeol slid into Baekhyun inch by glorious inch. All three emitted sound of pleasure; Baekhyun a high keen of finally being filled, Chanyeol a soft gasp at the warmth of Baekhyun and Kris a deep rumble as he stroked himself to hardness again at the image of his two lovers.

Skin against skin sounded glorious as Chanyeol pulled out and slammed back into Baekhyun, whose tail wrapped itself around Chanyeol’s thigh; whether to keep Chanyeol or Baekhyun steady no one knew as they were both lost in pleasure. Kris stroked himself in time with Chanyeol’s rough pistoning until Chanyeol’s hips spasmed as he released himself. At the hot rush of cum into Baekhyun’s walls, the boy came too and his cum spilled onto his stomach.

White fluid escaped from Baekhyun’s hole when Chanyeol pulled out, reclining against the bed in exhaustion. Kris watched as Baekhyun reached behind him to devour the release as he scooped it up with two fingers and raised it to his mouth to lick off.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

Kris jumped a bit as Chanyeol wrapped a lazy hand around Kris’ hold on his cock and he stroked him to completion.

When all three of them were sated, everyone was out of breath. Remembering that Baekhyun was still at the end other bed, Chanyeol gathered up the half conscious boy in his arms and slotted him between Kris and himself.

“Good night, my little kitten.” Chanyeol softly whispered and placed a chaste kiss on Baekhyun’s forehead and Kris grinned in satisfaction, everyone closing their eyes to welcome slumber.

Three months in and things were going great, all except for Kris’ shitty office job. It seemed like every morning he would drag himself from his little heaven of Baekhyun and Chanyeol dozing in the sheets to be packed into his tiny cubicle. He was fucking sick and tired of carrying out menial jobs that he was way over qualified for; he didn’t go to college to become an office jockey. He could only be stretched so far before he snapped.

Baekhyun had noticed it too. Kris’ fist would clench in frustration, eyebrows furrowed and mouth down turned when they would cook dinner and then sigh. There had to be an intervention.

Whilst Kris was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, Baekhyun crawled up Chanyeol whom was reading a textbook in bed.

“Chanyeol, have you noticed how tense Kris has been lately?” His ears flattened against his head at the thought of the other’s stress. He wanted to help.

Setting the book down, Chanyeol sighed too. “Yeah, his boss must be running him over at work.”

There was something Baekhyun had thought of, knew of; what the other catboys were bought into. Although Kris constantly reminded him of how they were equals in this relationship, Baekhyun was willing to take on the role required in order to relieve Kris of his anxiety.

Baekhyun shifted closer to Chanyeol on the bed and whispered into Chanyeol’s sharing his plan.

The coming Friday night, Baekhyun found himself donning the collar that Chanyeol had bought as a novelty of sorts. It was pretty but very impractical, but Baekhyun had found this rather fitting for the occasion, considering his plans for tonight. Chanyeol had taken Kris out for the night to a bar, a date. Just to loosen Kris up with some alcohol before the night really began when they returned home.

Baekhyun’s ears twitched at the sound of the key turning at the front door and scurried to kneel just a couple of metres in front of their bed. Baekhyun was hyper aware, hearing the soft clatter of Chanyeol’s keys falling into the bowl in the front and the soft padding of their feet as they came closer to the bedroom. Once the bedroom door opened, Kris was taken aback by Baekhyun kneeling just in their bedroom, wearing nothing but a pretty, pastel pink collar. It was only until Baekhyun crawled on all fours to rub his face against Kris’ crotch did he hear the fucking tinkle of the bell on the collar.

“Welcome back, Daddy.” Baekhyun’s purring vibrated through Kris’ whole body.

His back was warmed as Chanyeol pressed against him to peer over at Baekhyun, breathing into the shell of “Isn’t he gorgeous? He dressed up just for you.” Chanyeol should have said dressed down for him because Baekhyun was complete bare of clothing. Chanyeol pushed against Kris’ back with a palm, encouraging him, as he slid past Kris to take a seat on the small armchair they had on the side; he would only be a voyeur this time, in order to alleviate Kris of his stress.

That was the only thing that had stopped Kris from releasing all his pent up frustration as he leaned down a bit to cup Baekhyun’s chin with his large calloused fingers.

“What a slut, have you been kneeling for Daddy all night?”

Baekhyun nodded, although it was a bit difficult in Kris’ hold.

“Good kitty. Are your knees sore?”

Shaking his head, the bell rang with his movements.

“Then you can stay on your knees a little longer, right?” Kris chuckled. “Come on, open your mouth.”

Baekhyun smiled and opened his mouth easily, sticking his tongue out to proudly show them the piercing they had gotten 2 months ago. At first, they were hesitant to let him get the piercing; they didn’t want to be like the owners that hard forced Baekhyun into getting the genital piercing. But after much pleading, they found themselves in a piercing parlor with each of them holding one of Baekhyun’s hand as he stuck out his tongue for the piercer.

Before they left, the piercer looked at Kris and Chanyeol sternly. “No funny business with his mouth at all for 2 months, and be nice to him. Feed him soups or congee for a couple of weeks.”

The hand holding continued for the two weeks were Baekhyun was unable to eat solid food. Baekhyun was extremely happy after those two weeks though and although he was told not to, he kept on playing with the jewelry in his mouth by sliding it up and down in his mouth. In other words, it was an absolute tease and Chanyeol and Kris couldn’t wait until the two months were over. Which was now.

“Good boy.” Kris smiled as he saw the jewel in the boy’s mouth. He then unzipped his trousers lazily; alcohol still laced within his blood, and pulled out his hard cock to slap it against Baekhyun’s cheek. He left a trail of glistening precum across Baekhyun’s cheeks and he dragged the tip of his cock against the boy’s face to let it rest against the jewelry on Baekhyun’s tongue.

Baekhyun swirled his tongue around, chasing Kris’ dick as it bobbed until he stopped teasing and rest the piercing just under Kris’ crown and suckled softly whilst rubbing the jewelry back and forth. Judging from Kris’ sharp intake of air, it was pleasurable. Baekhyun pulled off of Kris’ dick to crawl onto the bed and turn around so that his entrance was up for display to Kris’ eyes. Kris followed the boy to the bed and craned down to take a good look at the plug that was nestled in Baekhyun’s cheeks.

“You’re so ready for daddy aren’t you?” He spread Baekhyun gently so the toy wouldn’t be disturbed with one hand, and with the other he deftly pushed his trousers off.

“But this isn’t enough is it, baby? You want Daddy’s big cock to fill you up don’t you?” Kris pulled against the end of the butt plug lightly but let go as soon as Baekhyun’s entrance stretched at the thickest part and then slide back in agonizingly slow as Baekhyun’s hole would suck it back in.

“Show Chanyeollie how hungry you are for my cock.” Kris slapped a butt cheek and commanded Baekhyun.

Chanyeol moaned as he rubbed the front of his trousers at the sight of Baekhyun ass up face down as he reached behind to pull and spread his cheeks to show him the toy himself. Baekhyun’s ears flattened against his head in embarrassment by complied with his daddy’s wishes. His tail wrapped around Kris’ wrist when he felt the man move to pull out the toy. He felt empty without it and it didn’t take long before he was begging for cock.

“Fill me up, daddy.”

The tail wrapped around his wrist pulled until the walls of Baekhyun’s entrance encased his fingers. He pulled them out roughly, not without a sharp whimper from Baekhyun of course, and his fingers were dripping with Baekhyun’s juices. Kris leaned over Baekhyun’s back to slips his fingers into Baekhyun’s mouth, feeding Baekhyun his own fluid. Rubbing the pads of his fingers against Baekhyun’s tongue. Enough was enough and Kris was hard as rock. He removed his fingers from Baekhyun’s mouth and shifted onto the bed in front of Baekhyun so his back was resting against the headboard.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap, baby” Kris commanded with a raspy voice and stroked his dick with the hand wet with Baekhyun’s saliva and lubrication.

Eager, Baekhyun crawled forward and was ready to seat himself onto Kris’ hard cock but was stopped when Kris’ hand pressed against his chest and a single digit was twirled around in front of his face.

Kris instructed, “Face Chanyeol, I want him to see you fuck yourself on me.”

Chanyeol groaned from the armchair, not two metres away from the bed as he watch Baekhyun turn around to face him and he pulled his dick out of his pants and stroked himself rapidly.

He watched with hungry eyes as Baekhyun held Kris’ dick steady with an elegant hand and slid himself down until Kris was completely sheathed in Baekhyun. Kris wrapped his large palms around Baekhyun’s tiny, feline waist, massaging the soft skin as he waited for Baekhyun to adjust and trailing his hands down to rub and spread Baekhyun’s thighs so Chanyeol could see the kitten’s cock. When Baekhyun was ready, he lifted himself up slowly until what was only left inside him was Kris’ cock head. He paused mid air for a moment until he slammed himself down onto Kris’ lap, thigh meeting thigh. This set Kris off as he lifted his hips off the bed to meet Baekhyun halfway.

“Daddy…” Baekhyun gasped. “You make me feel so good.”

Kris growled and moved a hand to wrap around Baekhyun’s dick, using the middle of his palm to press against Baekhyun’s dick piercing. Baekhyun screamed at the stimulation and moved to close his thighs but Kris still had one of Baekhyun’s thighs in his hold, rendering his writhing useless. As Baekhyun impaled himself on Kris’ dick, Kris timed his strokes with that of Chanyeol’s, whom eyes he caught off on the side.

Baekhyun stopped bouncing in his lap as his orgasm caught up to him, staring straight at Chanyeol, he spilled his seed over his own chest and onto the sheets. Kris was still evidently hard though, needing just a bit more until he would come.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,“ Kris’ voice was calm but commanding “Daddy wants to hear that bell, baby.”

Despite his sensitivity, Baekhyun painstakingly lifted himself up and dropped down into Kris’ lap, bell tinkling as he dropped down and tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. It was painful for him but he didn’t want to disappoint his daddy or Chanyeol.

“You’re such a good boy.” Kris cooed at him, rubbing the corners of Baekhyun’s sharp hipbones while the boy impaled himself on his lap. With a final thrust up into Baekhyun’s warm heat, Kris emptied himself and pulled out of Baekhyun.

Baekhyun went limp as soon as Kris came and Chanyeol rushed forward to wrap the boy up into his arms.

“Shh..” Chanyeol whispered into a pointed ear. “You were so good for Kris, baby”
And that was the last thing Baekhyun heard before he closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he saw Kris’ worried face peering down at him.

Noticing that Baekhyun finally came to, Kris rushed to ask him. “It wasn’t too much for you, was it?”

With as little energy as his had, Baekhyun gave all his strength to deny it. “No, I liked it. And you needed it.”

“I love you.” Kris whispered into his ear and kissed it softly.

Baekhyun felt the bed dip at the other side of him and then Chanyeol’s deep voice whispered into his other ear too. “And I love you too”

They fell asleep like they always did; with Baekhyun between his two pillars and all of their hearts full.



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