Lazy Days [5/?]
Title: Lazy Days [5?]
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut, fluff, catboy!au,
Pairing: sekaiho
Summary: Sometimes Joonkitty writes things in his diary. Companion series to Lazy Saturday.
Jongin is a dumdum. It’s Sehun’s birthday today and we went shopping but I think he forgot to buy a cake.
Jongin closes the front door behind him, hiking his duffel bag of sweaty clothes over his shoulder and throwing his keys on the little table to the side. His waist had played up a little during classes today and while it had settled down now, he could do with a long, hot shower and a full stomach. Whatever Sehun’s cooking up in the kitchen smells divine.
Joonmyun comes bounding down the hallway, having hear the slam of the front door, and his face lights up as he leaps into Jongin’s arms.
“Hey, kitty.” Jongin kisses his forehead and carries him into the kitchen, where Sehun is flipping a steak in a fry pan. “How was your day?”
“We went to the library to get books out,” Joonmyun replies, sliding into the seat beside Jongin. His tail automatically curls around Jongin’s lower arm. He can’t help it; he always gets overexcited when whichever owner is at work comes home at the end of the day. “And…” He peers over his shoulder at Sehun, who has his back to them while dishing out some eggs onto plates.
“And what?” Jongin prompts.
Joonmyun motions for him to lean forward. “…I’ll tell you later,” he whispers into Jongin’s ear, grinning like he has some juicy gossip he can’t wait to share.
Jongin chucks him under the chin. “Silly. Okay, tell me later then.”
Joonmyun does tell him later, when Jongin’s lying on his tummy in bed with several heat packs stacked on his waist. The catboy snuggles under the blankets next to him until only his eyes and kitty ears poke out. His expression is almost as conspiratorial as he is excited. Sehun is brushing his teeth in the bathroom.
“It’s Sehun’s birthday tomorrow,” Joonmyun chirps.
Jongin’s head lifts off his pillow so fast one of the heat packs on his back fall off. “Uh.”
Joonmyun surveys him, an ear flicking about inquisitively. “Did you forget?” he gasps.
His owner shoves his head back into his pillow. Yes. “No.” Almost. He reaches out and pets Joonmyun on the head. “I have tomorrow off. We’ll go get something for him while he’s at work.”
The two of them spend the majority of the next day at the mall. They flit from shop to shop in search of gifts (and Jongin dragging Joonmyun away from the candy store) and in the end, settle on a new pair of kicks, Sehun’s favourite cologne and a Miranda Kerr poster as a gag gift. Joonmyun also scores himself some new socks and Jongin picks up a few more Miga boxers to replace his old holey ones.
They come home late in the afternoon, laden with shopping bags and trying to unlock the door without dropping everything at once. Jongin dumps it all in the hallway and stumbles into the lounge. He collapses on the couch and is almost instantly asleep until Joonmyun pulls at his sleeve because he wants to nap too.
Jongin mumbles something incoherent and shuffles over a little so the catboy can squish in.
“Sehun gets back at six,” he says sleepily. “Wake me up before then and we can take him out for dinner.”
The only response is a light snore, Joonmyun having already dozed off with fingers clutched in Jongin’s shirt.
Something is poking his face. Something is poking his face intensely and now shaking his shoulder.
“You forgot to get a cake!” Joonmyun is wailing.
Jongin rolls over to calm him down. He checks the time and groans. “You were supposed to wake me before six,” he says groggily. It’s ten past six but judging from the silence in the house, Sehun’s not back yet.
“I don’t remember you saying that.” Joonmyun’s mouth is an ‘o’ of surprise.
Jongin rubs the sleep out of his eyes and sits up to find the catboy on the floor, tail waving from side to side apprehensively as he waits for his owner’s reaction. His diary and a pen lies to one side, a fresh journal entry on the page. He’s going to explode from the adorableness of it all.
“Well, you can be the cake then,” Jongin teases him, just to watch Joonmyun give him a face. “I bet Sehun would love that.”
“But will he feel bad?” the boy asks worriedly. “Should we get him another present?”
Jongin hums in thought. Sehun probably wouldn’t care that much for a cake; it was usually their catboy who ate the most cake out of the three of them. Praise the lord for their bouts of rigorous bedroom exercise. “I’m sure you can be the present too,” he jokes. “After all, Sehun likes super cute things, right?”
Joonmyun blinks. “Me? As… a present?” Slowly, his eyes widen until they’re as round as saucers. “Oh. Do you mean that kind of present?”
Jongin bursts into laughter. He hadn’t counted on being taken seriously, but if Joonmyun was all for the idea…
“Come on, kitty, let’s get you ready.”
So that’s how Joonmyun ends up in the master bedroom, naked and wrapped up in a giant fluffy towel while Jongin sifts through the bottom drawer of the nightstand (the ‘fun times’ drawer, Sehun once snickered) in search of various objects. He pulls out a collar with a bell attached and replaces Joonmyun’s usual one.
“Hands out.”
Joonmyun obediently lets the towel slip off his shoulders and extends both arms. Jongin retrieves the roll of ribbon they use for wrapping gifts and ties little pink bows around both the catboy’s wrists, one around his neck and a final big one near the end of his tail. Joonmyun looks in the mirror and covers his mouth with one hand.
“Sehun’s going to say I’m so cute,” he giggles, swishing his tail back and forth. “Tie another bow, Jongin, tie another bow!”
Jongin shakes his head good-naturedly and loops another one around each of Joonmyun’s ankles before throwing the roll aside. “One more thing,” he says, digging around in the bottom drawer again. He tosses over a bullet-shaped vibrator and Joonmyun’s favourite blueberry-scented lube. “Put that in; I’ll be back in a second once I check if Sehun’s home.”
Joonmyun nods and the last thing Jongin sees is him lying on his back with his legs propped up and fingers coated in lube before he ducks out to look for Sehun’s car.
The driveway is empty.
“Huh,” Jongin says, returning to his bedroom. Maybe he was being held back by his workmates trying to sing him happy birthday or talk him into a drink or two.
Joonmyun is still sitting on the bed, bundled up to the shoulders in his fluffy towel and his cheeks suffused a deep pink. He bites at his bottom lip and whines softly when Jongin comes in. “Is he here yet?”
“No.” Jongin sits next to him and pulls him onto his lap so he can pet him. “Just wait a little longer.”
Joonmyun wriggles about until the vibrator inside him is positioned more comfortably and not jabbing up into his prostate. “I only put it on low,” he whimpers, and Jongin swallows at the stir in his gut. “But I’m really hard and I don’t think I can wait…”
Jongin scratches him behind the ear and presses a quick kiss to his lips. “Shhh. Just hold on for Sehun, okay?” He draws away but Joonmyun’s lips follow him, turning downwards in a pout when he is denied any more kisses.
“Hurry up, Sehun,” he mumbles, burying his head in Jongin’s chest at the feel of fingers scratching behind his ears again. “Come home already...”
Jongin tries to resist, he really does. But it’s hard when he has a lapful of compliant catboy, moaning and pleading for his attention; in retrospect he should have just tied him up with more ribbon, left him on the bed and fled from the room. His composure cracks and shatters into pieces when Joonmyun starts frotting against his thigh, quiet breaths escaping as he finally gets relief.
“Goddammit,” Jongin mutters, but not in angry tones. He grabs a hold of Joonmyun’s hips and lays him down on the bed. The catboy looks up at him from under dewy eyelashes.
“I’m sorry,” he squeaks, embarrassed. “I- ”
“We’ll try and make this quick,” Jongin cuts him off. He feels somewhat more embarrassed that he’s giving in so easily but since it had been Joonmyun’s own choice to do this, he gives the boy his freedom to do what he wants.
Jongin nudges him with the lube and removes the toy. “Prep yourself,” he commands, undoing his belt. He lets his pants pool around his feet while Joonmyun nervously works himself open with two fingers.
“But I-I thought I was supposed to be Sehun’s present,” he says weakly. He shivers and clenches when one of Jongin’s fingers slip inside him to help him out. “This.. why are you…”
Jongin shrugs and fists his cock idly with his other hand. Although it wasn’t something new, the thought of Sehun walking in on him fucking Joonmyun anytime still gave him thrills. “Well then, he can join us,” he says, like it’s just that simple. It’s not like Sehun even minds how ruined and blissed-out Joonmyun looks after several rounds of nightly activities, always joking that it was their handiwork and a job well done.
By the time the front door opens, Jongin’s cock is already deep inside Joonmyun, hips thrusting hard over the catboy’s muffled cries into the pillow he’s clutching to his chest - and then the bedroom door is opening without warning, leaving Sehun standing there.
“Are you guys in here? There’s pizza in th- ”
Joonmyun yelps and tries to close his legs but Jongin’s between them so he can’t, and one of his hands pushes Joonmyun’s stomach down so he can’t move.
Sehun raises an eye and folds his arms in the doorway. “Are you fucking my birthday present?” he says, eyeing all the festive pink ribbons tied to their catboy’s limbs.
Joonmyun goes red to the tips of his kitty ears. “I-he-we- ” he stammers, bottom lip trembling. Jongin cackles and pinches one of Joonmyun’s nipples to make him squeal.
“Happy birthday,” he laughs, waving his boyfriend over. “Want a turn?”
The door swings shut behind Sehun. “I guess pizza can wait,” he shrugs. He approaches Jongin from behind and suddenly there is a loud slap and a red hand print on Jongin’s left ass cheek.
Jongin jerks forward slightly in pain and reaches back to rub his affronted butt. “…Ow?”
“I don’t want your second hand gift,” Sehun snorts. “I’m fucking you.”
“Heehee, you got spanked,” Joonmyun says, like it’s awfully funny. Jongin flicks one of his ears in return.
“Go for it,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
They end up with Jongin in the middle, hovering over Joonmyun’s body and Sehun gets to listen to the sounds of them making out while he fingers Jongin’s ass open.
“Just a little longer, kitty,” Jongin whispers when he feels Joonmyun trying to rut against him again. “Just wait until Sehun’s inside me, okay?”
Joonmyun nods, tiny tears at the corner of his eyes. He doesn’t have to wait long until Jongin is groaning into his mouth, shifting his legs slightly so Sehun’s cock can fill him up even further.
“Shit,” he pants heavily, his hands gripping at the sheets, “fuck me already, god.”
“God’s not here,” Sehun replies wryly, “but I’d be happy to.” He pulls out until the head of his cock is still sheathed in Jongin’s ass, and thrusts back in with the smooth glide of the lube. He slams into Jongin with long, powerful thrusts that in turn send him plowing into Joonmyun’s tight heat. They fit themselves into a rhythm. Jongin’s pressed between fucking and being fucked; eventually he lets Sehun pound him senseless from behind until he comes in Joonmyun’s hole with a shout and a few choice cuss words, vision going black with stars.
“Fuck, Sehun,” Jongin moans, when Sehun shoves him onto the bed and out of the way.
“You’re a dick for ruining my present,” Sehun says, rolling his eyes. He swats at Jongin’s leg and Jongin chokes back laughter.
Joonmyun holds up his arms for Sehun when his owner moves closer to him. “I didn’t mean to make him do that,” he says in a tiny voice. He looks like he wants to shrink in on himself when he gets propped up against some pillows on the headboard.
Sehun fondly ruffles his hair and kisses his little button nose. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You look so cute today. I don’t blame him for wanting you all to himself.”
Joonmyun’s cheeks go pink again as Sehun reapplies more lube. “It was Jongin’s idea. He put all the bows on me.”
“Really?” Sehun pats the side of Joonmyun’s thigh and the catboy opens his legs obediently. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Oh, come on, he agreed to it,” Jongin points out. He stretches lazily on the bed, all lithe limbs and golden skin. “Don’t think I didn’t see your massive boner once you walked in, asshole.”
Sehun blatantly ignores him. He buries himself to the hilt in Joonmyun’s ass, the catboy shuddering at the fullness. Sehun doesn’t bother letting him adjust, picking up a thunderous pace that leaves Joonmyun’s fingers scrabbling wildly at the covers and the bell collar tinkling madly.
“So tight, Joonie,” Sehun mutters, wiping away the light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Joonmyun shakes his head emphatically. “I’m not tight!” he protests, embarrassed. “Jongin already- ”
He breaks off as the heat coiled in his gut bursts, his back arching off the bed in a pretty bow as he comes with a loud cry. Sehun fucks him right through his climax, biting his lower lip at the sensation of Joonmyun clenching spastically around his length. And then Joonmyun’s hands are patting at his chest, a silent instruction to stop, get off.
Sehun pauses and slows to a stop. His brow furrows in confusion. “What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling out anxiously. “Did I hurt you?”
Joonmyun shakes his head again. He sits up and pushes Sehun onto his ass, crawling between his legs and nosing at his crotch.
“You’re not supposed to do all the work on your birthday,” Joonmyun scolds him. “You’re supposed to relax!”
Sehun blinks, taken aback. Well. He smiles. “Oh, Joonie. If you really want to…” Who could ever ask for more?
Apparently Joonmyun thinks so too, beaming so brightly all his teeth show. He opens his mouth wide and Sehun pushes the head of his cock past his lips. Joonmyun takes him down as eagerly as he can without choking, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head in a familiar, well-practiced rhythm.
Sehun groans lowly and fists his fingers in Joonmyun’s soft hair. He feels a dip in the mattress and then Jongin’s arms are slipping around his waist from the back and wet kisses are trailed from his shoulder and up the side of his neck, teeth nibbling softly at his jawline. It takes Sehun a moment to work out that Jongin is looking over his shoulder down at Joonmyun, the catboy making obscene slurping sounds and looking back up at them, eyes full of hope that he’s doing a good job.
“Isn’t he cute?” Jongin grins.
“Very,” Sehun agrees. He turns his head to the side and catches Jongin’s lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Jongin’s hands skim up Sehun’s lanky torso, his thumbs brushing past pink nipples and Sehun makes a pleasured noise of appreciation, Jongin’s name rolling easily off his tongue like a mantra. They break apart for air, a small string of saliva connecting them together before Sehun’s mouth claims again.
“Did you actually bring pizza home?” Jongin murmurs breathlessly. “I planned on taking you out for dinner, you know.”
Sehun pauses. “Neither you or Joonmyun said anything so I assumed we were just going to have a nice night in. With marathon sex after, of course,” he adds.
Jongin smiles coyly. “We still can.”
Joonmyun knows Sehun’s at the precipice of his climax. He can taste pre-come on his tongue and feels Sehun’s grip tightening in his hair, and then all of a sudden Sehun’s fingers are gone and Sehun’s choking on his words as he shoots his load down Joonmyun’s throat. It almost makes Jongin hard again, watching the catboy’s sinful little mouth sucking Sehun’s cock dry.
Joonmyun’s cherry red lips slip off and he opens his mouth for his owners to see that it’s empty, that he’s swallowed like the good boy he is, even if they say he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to.
Sehun strokes his tail, letting it wind around his wrist. “You did wonderfully, kitten.”
Joonmyun mewls happily and rests his head on Sehun’s thigh. He doesn’t get to stay there long; Sehun nudges his cheek and tells him they’re going to go and shower.
“But I’m tired,” Joonmyun mumbles. He puts on his best cute kitty face, holding his arms up. “Carry me?”
“I gotcha.” Jongin scoots around to Sehun’s other side and swipes up an armful of sleepy catboy. “A shower will wake you up.”
Jongin and Sehun untie all the bows on Joonmyun’s wrists and ankles and the three of them hop in the shower. They wash the catboy first and scrub his back and give him his favourite shampoo afro before bundling him up in another fluffy white towel and sending him out to go and pick his own clothes to put on. Joonmyun nods and scuttles back to the master bedroom to find his collar.
Once the bathroom door closes behind him, Sehun grabs Jongin’s shoulders and shoves him up against the tiled wall. He kisses Jongin hungrily, lips devouring and hands mapping out endless planes of tan, smooth wet skin. Jongin pulls him closer until both can feel each other’s erections against their stomachs.
“Starting marathon sex already?” he teases, a twinkle in his eye.
“You promised,” Sehun pants back. He sucks hard at Jongin’s neck in the hopes of leaving a cheeky hickey that the latter would have to cover up before teaching his next dance lesson. “Turn around.” They end up doing it against the wall, Sehun’s hands pinning Jongin’s wrists to the hard tiles as he presses himself to Jongin’s back and slams into his ass, their shower forgotten until the water runs cold.
They come out to find Joonmyun wrapped up in blankets and on one end on the couch watching Avatar: The Last Airbender. Upon seeing them he throws off the blankets, leaps off the couch and dashes to the kitchen, leaving both Sehun and Jongin standing in confusion.
Joonmyun returns with a giant plate with all the pizza slices stacked up neatly on it. “They went cold so I reheated them in the oven,” he says proudly, holding the plate up. Sehun bends down to pinch his cheeks and gush over how cute he is and Joonmyun laps up the attention like a sponge absorbing water.
“Sehun, open your presents!” the catboy insists, pulling at his owner’s shirt and pointing at the small pile of gifts the salesgirls had wrapped for them at the mall.
Sehun opens them, nodding in approval at the new sneakers and rolling up the Miranda Kerr poster and whacking Jongin over the head with it as Jongin lies laughing on the couch.
Joonmyun fetches some more plates so they can divide up the pizza between them. Jongin curls up on the other end of the couch with Sehun’s back nestled between his legs and Joonmyun brings more blankets and hogs what’s left of the seat. They feed each other bites of pizza and watch TV with Joonmyun until late into the night, Sehun stealing kisses from Jongin in the commercial breaks.
“Sehun, look!” Joonmyun yells, waving his arms at the TV. “He’s a good guy now, look!”
“That’s wonderful,” Sehun replies vaguely, distracted by Jongin’s lips on his neck. He suddenly sucks in a breath when hands slide under the blanket covering them, and down past his hips to rest in the crotch of his sweatpants.
“Jongin- ” he gasps, and his boyfriend’s lips curve up into a smirk. One of his hands rub teasingly at the bulge in Sehun’s pants and Sehun can’t stop himself getting hard. “Seriously, again?”
Jongin slips his hands past the waistband of Sehun’s sweatpants to fondle his cock. “Again. Don’t ask for a marathon if you’re not game, Oh Sehun.” He starts giving Sehun a handjob under the blanket.
“F-fuck, stop it, you ass…” Sehun twitches and swats weakly at Jongin’s leg, who retaliates by running his thumb repeatedly over the head of his cock.
“Fuck me again, Sehun,” Jongin breathes hotly into his ear. He squeezes Sehun’s dick hard. “I want your cock inside me, in my ass, I’ll even ride you if you want- ”
Sehun makes an unintelligible noise. “Joonmyun’s right there!” he hisses under his breath. He tries not to thrust up into Jongin’s hand, instead grinding painfully slowly in the hopes that their catboy won’t catch on to what they’re up to. Jongin’s chest shakes with suppressed laughter.
“I heard my name!” Joonmyun pipes up, looking curiously in their direction. “I’m right here what?”
“Yeah, Sehun, what is it?” Jongin says mockingly.
Sehun forces himself to rip Jongin’s hand out of his pants. He shoves the blankets aside and stands up. “We’re going to bed,” he mutters, yanking Jongin off the couch and pulling him out the door. “Join us later if you want.”
Joonmyun stares at them. “O-okay…” he says, because he knows they’re going to do anything but go to bed, and goes back to watching Avatar. He supposes he could go and find them later; they’d probably still be up because Sehun and Jongin always had lots of fun times on their birthdays. But Joonmyun’s already had his share of fun today when he wasn’t meant to be having it, and he doesn’t want to be a bad kitty. He’s always got his box of toys anyway. Jongin had even bought him some more lube last week so he wouldn’t run out before his next heat cycle.
He pauses Avatar and waddles down to the hallway to his room, swaddled in his blankets like a walking burrito. He picks out his favourite plushie from Sehun that smells the most like him and carries it back to the couch to cuddle with. He retrieves his diary from the floor and flips to the entry he’s made for today, and adds some more to it.
Sehun wasn’t angry that we forgot the cake. Jongin is still a dumdum. He thought I couldn’t see what he was doing while we were watching TV but I know he was touching Sehun. I’m going to tell him tomorrow.
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut, fluff, catboy!au,
Pairing: sekaiho
Summary: Sometimes Joonkitty writes things in his diary. Companion series to Lazy Saturday.
Jongin is a dumdum. It’s Sehun’s birthday today and we went shopping but I think he forgot to buy a cake.
Jongin closes the front door behind him, hiking his duffel bag of sweaty clothes over his shoulder and throwing his keys on the little table to the side. His waist had played up a little during classes today and while it had settled down now, he could do with a long, hot shower and a full stomach. Whatever Sehun’s cooking up in the kitchen smells divine.
Joonmyun comes bounding down the hallway, having hear the slam of the front door, and his face lights up as he leaps into Jongin’s arms.
“Hey, kitty.” Jongin kisses his forehead and carries him into the kitchen, where Sehun is flipping a steak in a fry pan. “How was your day?”
“We went to the library to get books out,” Joonmyun replies, sliding into the seat beside Jongin. His tail automatically curls around Jongin’s lower arm. He can’t help it; he always gets overexcited when whichever owner is at work comes home at the end of the day. “And…” He peers over his shoulder at Sehun, who has his back to them while dishing out some eggs onto plates.
“And what?” Jongin prompts.
Joonmyun motions for him to lean forward. “…I’ll tell you later,” he whispers into Jongin’s ear, grinning like he has some juicy gossip he can’t wait to share.
Jongin chucks him under the chin. “Silly. Okay, tell me later then.”
Joonmyun does tell him later, when Jongin’s lying on his tummy in bed with several heat packs stacked on his waist. The catboy snuggles under the blankets next to him until only his eyes and kitty ears poke out. His expression is almost as conspiratorial as he is excited. Sehun is brushing his teeth in the bathroom.
“It’s Sehun’s birthday tomorrow,” Joonmyun chirps.
Jongin’s head lifts off his pillow so fast one of the heat packs on his back fall off. “Uh.”
Joonmyun surveys him, an ear flicking about inquisitively. “Did you forget?” he gasps.
His owner shoves his head back into his pillow. Yes. “No.” Almost. He reaches out and pets Joonmyun on the head. “I have tomorrow off. We’ll go get something for him while he’s at work.”
The two of them spend the majority of the next day at the mall. They flit from shop to shop in search of gifts (and Jongin dragging Joonmyun away from the candy store) and in the end, settle on a new pair of kicks, Sehun’s favourite cologne and a Miranda Kerr poster as a gag gift. Joonmyun also scores himself some new socks and Jongin picks up a few more Miga boxers to replace his old holey ones.
They come home late in the afternoon, laden with shopping bags and trying to unlock the door without dropping everything at once. Jongin dumps it all in the hallway and stumbles into the lounge. He collapses on the couch and is almost instantly asleep until Joonmyun pulls at his sleeve because he wants to nap too.
Jongin mumbles something incoherent and shuffles over a little so the catboy can squish in.
“Sehun gets back at six,” he says sleepily. “Wake me up before then and we can take him out for dinner.”
The only response is a light snore, Joonmyun having already dozed off with fingers clutched in Jongin’s shirt.
Something is poking his face. Something is poking his face intensely and now shaking his shoulder.
“You forgot to get a cake!” Joonmyun is wailing.
Jongin rolls over to calm him down. He checks the time and groans. “You were supposed to wake me before six,” he says groggily. It’s ten past six but judging from the silence in the house, Sehun’s not back yet.
“I don’t remember you saying that.” Joonmyun’s mouth is an ‘o’ of surprise.
Jongin rubs the sleep out of his eyes and sits up to find the catboy on the floor, tail waving from side to side apprehensively as he waits for his owner’s reaction. His diary and a pen lies to one side, a fresh journal entry on the page. He’s going to explode from the adorableness of it all.
“Well, you can be the cake then,” Jongin teases him, just to watch Joonmyun give him a face. “I bet Sehun would love that.”
“But will he feel bad?” the boy asks worriedly. “Should we get him another present?”
Jongin hums in thought. Sehun probably wouldn’t care that much for a cake; it was usually their catboy who ate the most cake out of the three of them. Praise the lord for their bouts of rigorous bedroom exercise. “I’m sure you can be the present too,” he jokes. “After all, Sehun likes super cute things, right?”
Joonmyun blinks. “Me? As… a present?” Slowly, his eyes widen until they’re as round as saucers. “Oh. Do you mean that kind of present?”
Jongin bursts into laughter. He hadn’t counted on being taken seriously, but if Joonmyun was all for the idea…
“Come on, kitty, let’s get you ready.”
So that’s how Joonmyun ends up in the master bedroom, naked and wrapped up in a giant fluffy towel while Jongin sifts through the bottom drawer of the nightstand (the ‘fun times’ drawer, Sehun once snickered) in search of various objects. He pulls out a collar with a bell attached and replaces Joonmyun’s usual one.
“Hands out.”
Joonmyun obediently lets the towel slip off his shoulders and extends both arms. Jongin retrieves the roll of ribbon they use for wrapping gifts and ties little pink bows around both the catboy’s wrists, one around his neck and a final big one near the end of his tail. Joonmyun looks in the mirror and covers his mouth with one hand.
“Sehun’s going to say I’m so cute,” he giggles, swishing his tail back and forth. “Tie another bow, Jongin, tie another bow!”
Jongin shakes his head good-naturedly and loops another one around each of Joonmyun’s ankles before throwing the roll aside. “One more thing,” he says, digging around in the bottom drawer again. He tosses over a bullet-shaped vibrator and Joonmyun’s favourite blueberry-scented lube. “Put that in; I’ll be back in a second once I check if Sehun’s home.”
Joonmyun nods and the last thing Jongin sees is him lying on his back with his legs propped up and fingers coated in lube before he ducks out to look for Sehun’s car.
The driveway is empty.
“Huh,” Jongin says, returning to his bedroom. Maybe he was being held back by his workmates trying to sing him happy birthday or talk him into a drink or two.
Joonmyun is still sitting on the bed, bundled up to the shoulders in his fluffy towel and his cheeks suffused a deep pink. He bites at his bottom lip and whines softly when Jongin comes in. “Is he here yet?”
“No.” Jongin sits next to him and pulls him onto his lap so he can pet him. “Just wait a little longer.”
Joonmyun wriggles about until the vibrator inside him is positioned more comfortably and not jabbing up into his prostate. “I only put it on low,” he whimpers, and Jongin swallows at the stir in his gut. “But I’m really hard and I don’t think I can wait…”
Jongin scratches him behind the ear and presses a quick kiss to his lips. “Shhh. Just hold on for Sehun, okay?” He draws away but Joonmyun’s lips follow him, turning downwards in a pout when he is denied any more kisses.
“Hurry up, Sehun,” he mumbles, burying his head in Jongin’s chest at the feel of fingers scratching behind his ears again. “Come home already...”
Jongin tries to resist, he really does. But it’s hard when he has a lapful of compliant catboy, moaning and pleading for his attention; in retrospect he should have just tied him up with more ribbon, left him on the bed and fled from the room. His composure cracks and shatters into pieces when Joonmyun starts frotting against his thigh, quiet breaths escaping as he finally gets relief.
“Goddammit,” Jongin mutters, but not in angry tones. He grabs a hold of Joonmyun’s hips and lays him down on the bed. The catboy looks up at him from under dewy eyelashes.
“I’m sorry,” he squeaks, embarrassed. “I- ”
“We’ll try and make this quick,” Jongin cuts him off. He feels somewhat more embarrassed that he’s giving in so easily but since it had been Joonmyun’s own choice to do this, he gives the boy his freedom to do what he wants.
Jongin nudges him with the lube and removes the toy. “Prep yourself,” he commands, undoing his belt. He lets his pants pool around his feet while Joonmyun nervously works himself open with two fingers.
“But I-I thought I was supposed to be Sehun’s present,” he says weakly. He shivers and clenches when one of Jongin’s fingers slip inside him to help him out. “This.. why are you…”
Jongin shrugs and fists his cock idly with his other hand. Although it wasn’t something new, the thought of Sehun walking in on him fucking Joonmyun anytime still gave him thrills. “Well then, he can join us,” he says, like it’s just that simple. It’s not like Sehun even minds how ruined and blissed-out Joonmyun looks after several rounds of nightly activities, always joking that it was their handiwork and a job well done.
By the time the front door opens, Jongin’s cock is already deep inside Joonmyun, hips thrusting hard over the catboy’s muffled cries into the pillow he’s clutching to his chest - and then the bedroom door is opening without warning, leaving Sehun standing there.
“Are you guys in here? There’s pizza in th- ”
Joonmyun yelps and tries to close his legs but Jongin’s between them so he can’t, and one of his hands pushes Joonmyun’s stomach down so he can’t move.
Sehun raises an eye and folds his arms in the doorway. “Are you fucking my birthday present?” he says, eyeing all the festive pink ribbons tied to their catboy’s limbs.
Joonmyun goes red to the tips of his kitty ears. “I-he-we- ” he stammers, bottom lip trembling. Jongin cackles and pinches one of Joonmyun’s nipples to make him squeal.
“Happy birthday,” he laughs, waving his boyfriend over. “Want a turn?”
The door swings shut behind Sehun. “I guess pizza can wait,” he shrugs. He approaches Jongin from behind and suddenly there is a loud slap and a red hand print on Jongin’s left ass cheek.
Jongin jerks forward slightly in pain and reaches back to rub his affronted butt. “…Ow?”
“I don’t want your second hand gift,” Sehun snorts. “I’m fucking you.”
“Heehee, you got spanked,” Joonmyun says, like it’s awfully funny. Jongin flicks one of his ears in return.
“Go for it,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
They end up with Jongin in the middle, hovering over Joonmyun’s body and Sehun gets to listen to the sounds of them making out while he fingers Jongin’s ass open.
“Just a little longer, kitty,” Jongin whispers when he feels Joonmyun trying to rut against him again. “Just wait until Sehun’s inside me, okay?”
Joonmyun nods, tiny tears at the corner of his eyes. He doesn’t have to wait long until Jongin is groaning into his mouth, shifting his legs slightly so Sehun’s cock can fill him up even further.
“Shit,” he pants heavily, his hands gripping at the sheets, “fuck me already, god.”
“God’s not here,” Sehun replies wryly, “but I’d be happy to.” He pulls out until the head of his cock is still sheathed in Jongin’s ass, and thrusts back in with the smooth glide of the lube. He slams into Jongin with long, powerful thrusts that in turn send him plowing into Joonmyun’s tight heat. They fit themselves into a rhythm. Jongin’s pressed between fucking and being fucked; eventually he lets Sehun pound him senseless from behind until he comes in Joonmyun’s hole with a shout and a few choice cuss words, vision going black with stars.
“Fuck, Sehun,” Jongin moans, when Sehun shoves him onto the bed and out of the way.
“You’re a dick for ruining my present,” Sehun says, rolling his eyes. He swats at Jongin’s leg and Jongin chokes back laughter.
Joonmyun holds up his arms for Sehun when his owner moves closer to him. “I didn’t mean to make him do that,” he says in a tiny voice. He looks like he wants to shrink in on himself when he gets propped up against some pillows on the headboard.
Sehun fondly ruffles his hair and kisses his little button nose. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You look so cute today. I don’t blame him for wanting you all to himself.”
Joonmyun’s cheeks go pink again as Sehun reapplies more lube. “It was Jongin’s idea. He put all the bows on me.”
“Really?” Sehun pats the side of Joonmyun’s thigh and the catboy opens his legs obediently. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Oh, come on, he agreed to it,” Jongin points out. He stretches lazily on the bed, all lithe limbs and golden skin. “Don’t think I didn’t see your massive boner once you walked in, asshole.”
Sehun blatantly ignores him. He buries himself to the hilt in Joonmyun’s ass, the catboy shuddering at the fullness. Sehun doesn’t bother letting him adjust, picking up a thunderous pace that leaves Joonmyun’s fingers scrabbling wildly at the covers and the bell collar tinkling madly.
“So tight, Joonie,” Sehun mutters, wiping away the light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Joonmyun shakes his head emphatically. “I’m not tight!” he protests, embarrassed. “Jongin already- ”
He breaks off as the heat coiled in his gut bursts, his back arching off the bed in a pretty bow as he comes with a loud cry. Sehun fucks him right through his climax, biting his lower lip at the sensation of Joonmyun clenching spastically around his length. And then Joonmyun’s hands are patting at his chest, a silent instruction to stop, get off.
Sehun pauses and slows to a stop. His brow furrows in confusion. “What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling out anxiously. “Did I hurt you?”
Joonmyun shakes his head again. He sits up and pushes Sehun onto his ass, crawling between his legs and nosing at his crotch.
“You’re not supposed to do all the work on your birthday,” Joonmyun scolds him. “You’re supposed to relax!”
Sehun blinks, taken aback. Well. He smiles. “Oh, Joonie. If you really want to…” Who could ever ask for more?
Apparently Joonmyun thinks so too, beaming so brightly all his teeth show. He opens his mouth wide and Sehun pushes the head of his cock past his lips. Joonmyun takes him down as eagerly as he can without choking, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head in a familiar, well-practiced rhythm.
Sehun groans lowly and fists his fingers in Joonmyun’s soft hair. He feels a dip in the mattress and then Jongin’s arms are slipping around his waist from the back and wet kisses are trailed from his shoulder and up the side of his neck, teeth nibbling softly at his jawline. It takes Sehun a moment to work out that Jongin is looking over his shoulder down at Joonmyun, the catboy making obscene slurping sounds and looking back up at them, eyes full of hope that he’s doing a good job.
“Isn’t he cute?” Jongin grins.
“Very,” Sehun agrees. He turns his head to the side and catches Jongin’s lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Jongin’s hands skim up Sehun’s lanky torso, his thumbs brushing past pink nipples and Sehun makes a pleasured noise of appreciation, Jongin’s name rolling easily off his tongue like a mantra. They break apart for air, a small string of saliva connecting them together before Sehun’s mouth claims again.
“Did you actually bring pizza home?” Jongin murmurs breathlessly. “I planned on taking you out for dinner, you know.”
Sehun pauses. “Neither you or Joonmyun said anything so I assumed we were just going to have a nice night in. With marathon sex after, of course,” he adds.
Jongin smiles coyly. “We still can.”
Joonmyun knows Sehun’s at the precipice of his climax. He can taste pre-come on his tongue and feels Sehun’s grip tightening in his hair, and then all of a sudden Sehun’s fingers are gone and Sehun’s choking on his words as he shoots his load down Joonmyun’s throat. It almost makes Jongin hard again, watching the catboy’s sinful little mouth sucking Sehun’s cock dry.
Joonmyun’s cherry red lips slip off and he opens his mouth for his owners to see that it’s empty, that he’s swallowed like the good boy he is, even if they say he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to.
Sehun strokes his tail, letting it wind around his wrist. “You did wonderfully, kitten.”
Joonmyun mewls happily and rests his head on Sehun’s thigh. He doesn’t get to stay there long; Sehun nudges his cheek and tells him they’re going to go and shower.
“But I’m tired,” Joonmyun mumbles. He puts on his best cute kitty face, holding his arms up. “Carry me?”
“I gotcha.” Jongin scoots around to Sehun’s other side and swipes up an armful of sleepy catboy. “A shower will wake you up.”
Jongin and Sehun untie all the bows on Joonmyun’s wrists and ankles and the three of them hop in the shower. They wash the catboy first and scrub his back and give him his favourite shampoo afro before bundling him up in another fluffy white towel and sending him out to go and pick his own clothes to put on. Joonmyun nods and scuttles back to the master bedroom to find his collar.
Once the bathroom door closes behind him, Sehun grabs Jongin’s shoulders and shoves him up against the tiled wall. He kisses Jongin hungrily, lips devouring and hands mapping out endless planes of tan, smooth wet skin. Jongin pulls him closer until both can feel each other’s erections against their stomachs.
“Starting marathon sex already?” he teases, a twinkle in his eye.
“You promised,” Sehun pants back. He sucks hard at Jongin’s neck in the hopes of leaving a cheeky hickey that the latter would have to cover up before teaching his next dance lesson. “Turn around.” They end up doing it against the wall, Sehun’s hands pinning Jongin’s wrists to the hard tiles as he presses himself to Jongin’s back and slams into his ass, their shower forgotten until the water runs cold.
They come out to find Joonmyun wrapped up in blankets and on one end on the couch watching Avatar: The Last Airbender. Upon seeing them he throws off the blankets, leaps off the couch and dashes to the kitchen, leaving both Sehun and Jongin standing in confusion.
Joonmyun returns with a giant plate with all the pizza slices stacked up neatly on it. “They went cold so I reheated them in the oven,” he says proudly, holding the plate up. Sehun bends down to pinch his cheeks and gush over how cute he is and Joonmyun laps up the attention like a sponge absorbing water.
“Sehun, open your presents!” the catboy insists, pulling at his owner’s shirt and pointing at the small pile of gifts the salesgirls had wrapped for them at the mall.
Sehun opens them, nodding in approval at the new sneakers and rolling up the Miranda Kerr poster and whacking Jongin over the head with it as Jongin lies laughing on the couch.
Joonmyun fetches some more plates so they can divide up the pizza between them. Jongin curls up on the other end of the couch with Sehun’s back nestled between his legs and Joonmyun brings more blankets and hogs what’s left of the seat. They feed each other bites of pizza and watch TV with Joonmyun until late into the night, Sehun stealing kisses from Jongin in the commercial breaks.
“Sehun, look!” Joonmyun yells, waving his arms at the TV. “He’s a good guy now, look!”
“That’s wonderful,” Sehun replies vaguely, distracted by Jongin’s lips on his neck. He suddenly sucks in a breath when hands slide under the blanket covering them, and down past his hips to rest in the crotch of his sweatpants.
“Jongin- ” he gasps, and his boyfriend’s lips curve up into a smirk. One of his hands rub teasingly at the bulge in Sehun’s pants and Sehun can’t stop himself getting hard. “Seriously, again?”
Jongin slips his hands past the waistband of Sehun’s sweatpants to fondle his cock. “Again. Don’t ask for a marathon if you’re not game, Oh Sehun.” He starts giving Sehun a handjob under the blanket.
“F-fuck, stop it, you ass…” Sehun twitches and swats weakly at Jongin’s leg, who retaliates by running his thumb repeatedly over the head of his cock.
“Fuck me again, Sehun,” Jongin breathes hotly into his ear. He squeezes Sehun’s dick hard. “I want your cock inside me, in my ass, I’ll even ride you if you want- ”
Sehun makes an unintelligible noise. “Joonmyun’s right there!” he hisses under his breath. He tries not to thrust up into Jongin’s hand, instead grinding painfully slowly in the hopes that their catboy won’t catch on to what they’re up to. Jongin’s chest shakes with suppressed laughter.
“I heard my name!” Joonmyun pipes up, looking curiously in their direction. “I’m right here what?”
“Yeah, Sehun, what is it?” Jongin says mockingly.
Sehun forces himself to rip Jongin’s hand out of his pants. He shoves the blankets aside and stands up. “We’re going to bed,” he mutters, yanking Jongin off the couch and pulling him out the door. “Join us later if you want.”
Joonmyun stares at them. “O-okay…” he says, because he knows they’re going to do anything but go to bed, and goes back to watching Avatar. He supposes he could go and find them later; they’d probably still be up because Sehun and Jongin always had lots of fun times on their birthdays. But Joonmyun’s already had his share of fun today when he wasn’t meant to be having it, and he doesn’t want to be a bad kitty. He’s always got his box of toys anyway. Jongin had even bought him some more lube last week so he wouldn’t run out before his next heat cycle.
He pauses Avatar and waddles down to the hallway to his room, swaddled in his blankets like a walking burrito. He picks out his favourite plushie from Sehun that smells the most like him and carries it back to the couch to cuddle with. He retrieves his diary from the floor and flips to the entry he’s made for today, and adds some more to it.
Sehun wasn’t angry that we forgot the cake. Jongin is still a dumdum. He thought I couldn’t see what he was doing while we were watching TV but I know he was touching Sehun. I’m going to tell him tomorrow.