Pouncing 2/2
Title: Pouncing 2/2
Pairing: Junho/Junsu/Changmin (WARNING: INCEST)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, these two brothers would be making out all over the place ...
Summary: Junho is getting used to living a normal life instead of one of a whore. But he can't help but notice how gorgeous his brother and his brother's boyfriend are.
This fic is a side shot to A Not So Pampered Pet, but you don't need to read it to understand this one.
Warning: INCEST, cat!Junho/Junsu/Changmin/Jaejoong
Fanart by jrocklover1973!!! Thank you! I love it! ♥
Fanart by rasshie!!! I love it! Thank you! ♥
Part 2:
Warning: INCEST, cat!Junho/Junsu/Changmin/Jaejoong
Junho woke up comfortable and warm in a pile of cats, and for a moment, he thought he was back at the bar, about to see Jungmin or Minhwan smile at him when he opened his eyes.
Instead it was his brother’s face above him and that made him smile even wider. He lifted his free hand (the other was buried under Changmin), hooked it around Junsu’s neck and pulled him down for a firm, short kiss.
Junsu blushed but didn’t pull away, snuggling closer.
Changmin shifted in his sleep.
Junho pressed a lingering kiss to Junsu’s temple, and then whispered, “Do you ever wake him up with a blow job?”
Junsu buried his laughter into Junho’s neck. “Sometimes.”
“Do it now?” Junho made it a question.
Junsu’s cheeks went red and he shook his head. “He won’t like that, if you’re here.”
“Like what?” Changmin muttered.
“Junsu’s lips on your cock.”
Changmin moaned. “Too early, fuck.”
“I don’t think it’s too early,” Junho said, sliding his hand around Changmin’s hip.
The half-awake cat snagged Junho’s hand, but not before fingertips brushed against the ridge of cock under sweatpants.
“Hyung, god,” Changmin said and shimmied away from Junho and hugged his boyfriend. “I thought you weren’t going to act like a whore.”
Junho chuckled and rubbed Changmin’s back. “I’m not. If I was, I would have woken you up with my lips around your cock.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Junsu said.
Changmin moaned. “God, you two.”
Junsu laughed and pressed kisses on Changmin’s shoulder and neck.
Junho stretched and then rolled up to his knees. “You two have fun taking care of Changmin’s problem. I’ll go make us breakfast.”
“Hyung?” Junsu questioned.
“What?” Junho said, leaning over them to kiss Junsu’s cheek. “I may not be as great a cook as Jaejoong, but I can try, and after what we heard last night, I’m not sure if Jaejoong is going to be able to stand.”
Junsu blushed and nodded.
Junho met Changmin’s eyes, and trailed a finger down his cheek. To Changmin’s credit, he only flinched a little, and then his eyes shut and Junho leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to his reluctant lips. Changmin grunted but didn’t push him away or kiss him back.
Junho considered it a victory and left the bed with one more smile. He walked across the room, ass swaying and teasing and went into the hall. He shut the door and leaned against it, trying to will his erection down as he headed for the kitchen.
To his surprise, Jaejoong was already there, and the entire room smelled like muffins and bacon.
“Wow. You’re up early,” Junho said.
Jaejoong glared at him darkly.
Holding his hands up in peace, Junho asked if he could have some coffee.
“Yes.”
Junho was quiet as he fixed himself a cup and then went to the basket full of warm muffins to snag one. He sat at the bar on the island and watched as Jaejoong whipped eggs in a bowl, and added them to vegetables sizzling in a pan.
“Is there something wrong with me?” Jaejoong demanded, pointing at Junho with a spatula.
“Um, not that I’m aware of. Why?”
Jaejoong huffed, ears flat, tail snapping behind him. He went back to the stove, muttering something about going slow and stupid humans.
“I’m surprised you’re walking,” Junho started. “You were screaming pretty good yesterday.”
“You would too if Yoochun was sucking on your dick with three fingers in your ass and then refused to fuck you.”
“What?”
Jaejoong gripped the counter and sighed. “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with me?”
Junho chuckled and moved up behind Jaejoong and hugged him. He kissed Jaejoong’s shoulder. “No, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Then why won’t he fuck me?”
“Probably because he doesn’t want you to feel like a whore. And he wants you to want him, not just his body. He loves you. You don’t love him.”
Jaejoong bit his lip, and then cursed and pushed Junho away to flip the omelet. Junho went back to his seat.
“I want to love him,” Jaejoong whispered and added cheese on the egg, meat and vegetable mixture.
Junho nodded. “I know. Give it time, okay?”
“Oh thank god!” Changmin said as he and Junsu entered the kitchen, arms around each other.
Jaejoong visibly stiffened.
“Junho said he was going to cook, but I am so glad you’re okay enough to cook instead.”
Jaejoong stared at the youngest of them in disbelief, and then swallowed and pointed to the muffins. Changmin’s eyes widened and he snagged two of them before sitting next to Junho.
Junsu fixed him and his boyfriend a cup of coffee.
“Didn’t take long to take care of that problem?” Junho whispered and touched Changmin’s thigh.
Changmin blushed darkly, but said nothing. He shifted his leg, but not away from Junho’s hand, so Junho left if there.
(=^ェ^=)
Junho could not remember having more fun than they had that day. He went swimming, ran around the acres of grass and played tag with the other three. Fighting was for once almost non-existent and Changmin’s snark didn’t bother him as much as it did the day before.
They fell asleep on a heated patch of grass in the backyard, all tangled together, until Yoochun hollered for Jaejoong and the other three mumbled about being disrupted.
Firm hands curled around Junho’s hips and hitched him closer to a warm body. Lips pressed against his cheek, and Junho smiled, turned his head up and swallowed his whimper when Changmin kissed him. Junho wasn’t sure if Changmin was completely awake or not, but he didn’t stop him, letting the younger cat slowly explore his lips with his tongue. Their mouths opened and their tongues tangled, and Changmin rolled them over, Junho on top of him.
Another set of hands rubbed up and down Junho’s back.
“God, I knew that’d be sexy as hell,” Junsu whispered.
Changmin turned his head away, and Junho moved his soft kiss to his neck, and down to his bare shoulder.
Fingers turned his head, and Junho smiled when Junsu kissed him.
“Where did this come from?” Junho mused, pulling Junsu against him.
Changmin shifted under their weight.
Junsu grinned. “He’s not completely okay with it, but we had a chat this morning.”
“I am definitely liking the results of this chat,” Junho said and Changmin let him kiss him again.
Junsu laughed and pushed Junho away from his boyfriend. Junho hit the ground on his back, breath leaving him in a whoosh, and then stolen with Junsu’s lips.
“Junsu,” Changmin said, tugging on Junsu’s arm, “you promised.”
Junsu pulled away from the kiss and smiled at his brother. “I did promise. Sorry, Junho.” He climbed off Junho and sat next to him.
“What did you promise?” Junho asked.
Changmin glared at him and then took Junsu’s place straddling his lap. “My way, or no way.”
Junho smirked and put his hands behind his head. “I think I can live with that.”
Changmin growled again and pulled on his arms, almost violently until they were above Junho’s head, wrists gripped tightly.
Junho moaned, arching up, and then panted harshly into Changmin’s mouth as the younger cat stole his next noise in a violent kiss.
Junho was more than surprised when lust twisted through him quickly, squeezing his eyes shut, seizing his muscles. Enough clients treated him roughly that in his personal life he preferred to be the aggressor, but Changmin’s energy was addicting.
There was no finesse to his kisses, no skill to the forceful thrusts against Junho’s body. Just frustration, need, and aggression.
His cock was so hard, smashed against Changmin’s moving thigh. Each thrust twisted with pain, and Junho broke away from Changmin’s lips with a cry, body rising off the ground. Changmin grunted in response and slammed him back. He attached his mouth to Junho’s neck and sucked hard, biting down. Junho whimpered, head dizzy.
Junsu meeped next to him.
Junho would have given him a smile of reassurance if his orgasm didn’t decide that that was a great time to explode from him.
He lifted his hips, hooked a leg around Changmin’s back and rutted up against Changmin’s thigh and screamed Changmin’s name as he pumped his release into his sweatpants.
Junho went limp and docile, and Changmin growled and sped up. He tore his mouth from Junho’s neck and attached it to his lips, but Junho was too surprisingly worn out to kiss him back. Changmin sucked on his lower lip, harshly, pulling more unbidden whimpers from Junho.
Okay, so maybe he didn’t mind being controlled in his personal life too. Now that he had a choice.
Changmin’s body shuddered above him. He bit down on Junho’s lip and moaned, shaking through his own violent orgasm.
He went slack, smashing Junho, but Junho was more than used to a random heavy body on his. He put his arms around Changmin’s heaving shoulders and wrapped both legs around his waist, holding him tightly.
A firm hand slid up the back of his thigh, and Junho smiled over at his brother.
“He may or may not have said that all he could think of when I was sucking him off was you sucking him off,” Junsu whispered.
Junho chuckled and kissed Changmin’s cheek. “I can do that. I’d love to do that.”
Changmin grumbled something.
Junsu smiled and said, “I did agree though, so I’m not allowed to kiss you unless he says I can. Same with you.”
Junho pouted, and then whispered in Changmin’s ear. “Can I kiss your boyfriend, Minnie-ah?”
“No,” Changmin said. “And stop calling me that.”
Junho chuckled and then said, “Can I kiss you? Can I run my tongue over your neck, and-“
Changmin growled, lifted his head up and slammed their lips together again. Junho moaned and let Changmin control the kiss. He didn’t mind. Even for someone as young as Changmin, the cat could kiss really well.
“Are you going to be okay with that?” Changmin asked, nipping at Junho’s lips.
“With what? This? Fuck yes.”
“With obeying me.”
Junho pulled his head back, but Changmin kissed his neck and ran his teeth along his jaw. “You keep doing that,” Junho said, “and I’ll do anything you want me to.”
“Good.”
Changmin suddenly rolled away from him, leaving him cold and confused. And then a firm hand gripped his arm, hauled him to his feet and dragged him across the lawn. Junho looked behind him at Junsu. Junsu shrugged and followed along. His sweat pants were tented, and Junho licked his lips.
Changmin dragged him through an arched hedge, into the gardens that Junho had yet to explore. They padded along the cobbled walkway, turning and twisting around more hedges until Junho was incredibly lost. He gave up and instead looked at the gorgeous rose bushes and other flowers that dotted the gardens.
Changmin flung him to a bench and Junho caught himself with his hands scraping on the stone.
“Changmin,” Junsu admonished.
Junho looked up as Changmin crossed his arms. “You’d look a lot more intimidating if you didn’t have a huge wet spot on your crotch.”
Changmin narrowed his eyes. “Can I gag him?” he asked Junsu.
Junsu smiled and slinked over to his brother, almost laughing. “No.”
“Oh, come on, SuSu,” Junho said. “Let him gag me with his cock.”
They both shivered, but Junsu didn’t look over at him, concentrating on his boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around the taller cat’s shoulders, and Changmin’s arms went around his waist. They walked backwards, onto a grassy hill before falling back and rolling together.
Junho propped up on the bench and smiled, watching them laugh and kiss and strip each other naked. He wasn’t sure what he could do or shouldn’t do. But he most definitely didn’t mind watching.
His brother’s ass was plump, skin creamy and probably soft. So soft. Junho’s fingers itched to touch him.
They kissed for only a little longer before Junsu climbed over Changmin’s lap. His brother stroked Changmin’s cock for a moment, and then held him up, positioning.
Junho held his breath, mind running with too many thoughts, eyes on Junsu’s pained face as he sat. His protest gurgled from his lips and Changmin glared at him.
“Aren’t you going to prep him?” Junho asked, voice rising in surprise.
“Shut up,” Changmin said.
“You’re hurting him,” Junho said and climbed off the bench.
“Shut up,” Changmin muttered and lifted his hips, forcing more of his cock into Junsu’s tight body.
“I’m okay,” Junsu said, but winced.
“No, you’re not,” Junho said and wrapped his arms around his brother and pulled him away.
“What the fuck?” Changmin demanded, sitting up.
“I can handle being taken dry,” Junho said, poking Changmin’s chest, “because I’m a whore and I’ve been fucked a lot, but Junsu isn’t and hasn’t. How long have you two been having sex?”
Junsu swallowed and said, “Only a couple months.”
“Has it ever felt good?” Junho asked.
“S-sometimes, after Changmin’s comes.”
Junho rolled his eyes. “Well, duh, that’s because it’s slick, but the first thrust into you, hasn’t that ever felt good?”
“Well, no.”
“What do you know?” Changmin demanded.
“I know a lot.”
“I meant about us, not sex. You’re a hooker, of course you know about sex. Junsu is-“
“Have you ever fucked him?” Junho asked his brother.
Junsu shook his head. “I’m the bottom.”
“That’s bullshit. Sex feels good both ways.”
Changmin snorted.
“Fine, you want to play the dominance game,” Junho said, “then as a top, you should be taking care of him, not just shoving your dick in his ass.”
Changmin blushed and Junsu muttered again that it was okay.
“It’s not,” Junho said, teeth clenched. “You need preparation. Maybe not all the time. But it’s not supposed to hurt unless you want it to hurt. There is a big difference between pain during good sex and pain from bad sex.”
“It’s not bad!” Changmin shouted.
“Not from your end,” Junho said.
“Show us,” Junsu said.
Changmin shoved Junho away from his brother and said, “Don’t touch him. Tell me what to do.”
Junho didn’t want to. He didn’t want to tell this cat how to please his brother when he wanted to be the one pleasing him, but Junsu’s face was conflicted, silently begging him to just do what Changmin asked or it would all go away.
Junho sighed. “Fine. I’m assuming you don’t have any lube?”
Changmin shook his head. “We were going to ask Yoochun but-“
“It’s embarrassing,” Junsu whispered.
Junho smiled. “It shouldn’t be. He knows you two are together. And Yoochun is a sex maniac. I’m sure he has lots of lube. I’ll ask him for you, but for now, we’ll have to use spit.”
Junsu swallowed.
Junho tugged on his shoulders. “Lay on your back, SuSu.”
Junsu did and then spread his legs and lifted them when Junho told him to.
“Use your fingers and your tongue,” Junho said to Changmin.
“Tongue?”
Junho smiled. “Yes, your tongue, Minnie-ah. Lick him. If you’re not comfortable with that yet, then fine, shove your finger up his ass, but don’t just fuck him without doing that. Those muscles are tight, and they need to be stretched and loosened. Cover your finger with spit and then press it into his body. Go as slow or as fast as he wants to go. If you’re going to be the top, you have to take care of him.”
Changmin looked at Junsu and Junsu bit his lip, eyes shutting. Open and on display, his skin was flush with shame.
Changmin put his finger in his mouth and got it wet, but not wet enough and Junho told him to cover it, really cover it. He swallowed and reached for Junsu’s body, finger slipping on the curve of his ass.
Junsu inhaled sharply, thighs and ass tightening. The pad of his finger pushed against his puckered entrance and then slipped inside him. Junsu gasped.
Worried, Changmin pulled his finger out.
Junsu whimpered. “No, Min, that … god, put it back in, please.”
Changmin met Junho’s eyes and Junho smirked, wanting to say, ‘I told you so’ to the stubborn, younger cat.
Changmin pressed his finger in again, and Junsu moaned, eyes shut, fingers tightening their grip on his knees. His tail twitched quickly.
“Go slow,” Junho whispered. “Move your finger, trace the edge and crook it just a little bit.”
Junho kept his quiet instructions, prodding Changmin to add a second finger after a very long time. Junsu panted, and then let go of one leg, reaching above his head. He hooked his knee at Changmin’s hip and gripped Junho’s thigh.
Junho chuckled and asked, “Feel good?”
“Yes, so good. So … Minnie-ah, can he kiss me please, please?”
Changmin frowned and said nothing.
Junsu whimpered. His dick was hard against his stomach, twitching and pulsing precome into a pile on his skin.
“Spread your fingers,” Junho said, “and speed up a little bit.”
“SHIT!” Junsu’s fingers yanked on Junho’s sweatpants, his head lifted off the ground.
Junho laughed. “Prostate, baby. It’s like a burst of immediate pleasure.”
Changmin tilted his head and then bit his lip in concentration, trying to find that little spot again.
Junsu whimpered, over and over. “Fuck me, please, oh god, Changmin, just … “
Changmin looked to Junho, and he nodded. “It still might hurt a little because you don’t have lube, but just slick your cock up with spit and then fuck him like he wants.”
Changmin pulled his fingers from Junsu’s body, and moved back. His legs started falling and Junho was quick to grab behind his knees and keep him open.
“We’ve never … not like this,” Changmin said.
“How do you normally do it?” Junho asked, very much aware that he was practically straddling his brother’s face.
“With him on top. He says it doesn’t hurt as much.”
“That’s because he can go at his own pace that way,” Junho said. “I don’t blame him, but you played with him long enough. Just take him.”
“Please, just take me, Changmin. Please.”
Changmin shivered at the desperation in his boyfriend’s voice. He spit and licked his hand, swiped if over his dick a few times, and then held himself down. The head of his cock pressed against Junsu’s twitching entrance, and he shut his eyes, took a breath and thrust forward, slipping into him easily. Not easily in that Junsu didn’t cry out from the stretch, but it’d never been that slick before.
“Oh my god,” Changmin whispered and gripped Junsu’s thighs just below Junho’s hands and slammed into him. Hard and violent.
Junho opened his mouth to reprimand him, but Junsu was moaning, practically in bliss.
Changmin’s technique needed a lot of work, but he was only fifteen, Junho could work on that later.
Changmin’s eyes were shut, mouth open, hips moving, and Junho leaned forward, between his brother’s spread legs.
“Can I kiss you?” Junho whispered.
Changmin answered with his lips, latching onto Junho’s violently. Junho moaned, letting Changmin dominate the kiss, and then the younger cat was gasping, crying out as his orgasm took over whatever control he had on his thrusts and exploded into Junsu. Changmin collapsed and Junho caught him, lowering him to the ground.
Junsu whimpered, stroking his cock.
After a second of watching, Changmin said, “Go suck on him. Show me how it’s done.”
Junho smirked and Junsu whined eagerly. “No problem. Can I lick your come out of his ass?”
Junsu whimpered again. “Hyung!”
Changmin glared at him. “No.”
Junho laughed and leaned down, kissing just below Junsu’s nipple. “You should play with your toys, Changmin-ah.” He said and then licked Junsu’s nipple. He moved Junsu’s hand and stroked him firmly. Junsu’s entire body shuddered. “You play with your toys and you take care of your toys. You shouldn’t just jump right to sex. Foreplay is so much fun, and so intimate. Sometimes sex is just something to do to get off, but this … Turning my brother into a quivering mess is definitely more fun.”
“Stop. Talking.” Junsu said and grabbed Junho’s arm.
Junho smiled and slinked down his body, making sure to keep his ass and tail in the air, let Changmin see his body, give him some ideas. He held his brother’s cock away from his body and grinned up at him before licking around the ridge. He moaned at the tangy taste of precome and sucked the pliant head into his mouth. His hand stayed still for a few light squeezes at the shaft, and then he slowly started stroking, letting Junsu’s dick into his mouth bit by bit.
Junsu was a mess, writhing and whimpering beneath him.
Fingers tangled in his hair and pulled and Junho moaned, taking more and more into his mouth. He could have had all of Junsu down his throat and the cat would be coming already, but Junho most definitely liked to play.
Shaking fingers pulled at his sweat pants, and Junho smiled to himself, ignoring Changmin’s nervousness.
He pulled away from Junsu’s cock and breathed, “Fuck yes, please, Minnie-ah. Please.”
Wetness slipped down the cleft of his ass and a finger pressed into him.
Junho’s eyes shut tight and he squeezed Junsu’s erection, body spasming from the intrusion.
“Hyung, come on,” Junsu whined.
Junho smiled at Changmin over his shoulder and said, “Fuck me.” And then went back to sucking on his brother’s dick.
Warmth settled behind him, and he moaned, feeling Changmin’s erection on his ass. He wondered how many times the cat was going to come today and then the thick head of his dick was pushing into Junho. It’d been days since he’d last been fucked and god, the stretch was intense. Half way, Changmin pulled out, spit right on his ass and then pushed in again. Junho moaned, taking out his need on Junsu’s cock.
Junsu gasped, curling up, fingers pulling Junho’s hair. He muttered and whimpered and cursed over and over again, hips jerking up.
His cock pulsed and Junho stroked him faster, feeling his orgasm tease him. At the last second, he pulled his mouth away, and Junsu whimpered, and cried out. Junho licked his cock, and stroked him until Junsu was coming, splattering Junho’s face with white.
Changmin’s body pushed against his, and Junho moaned, bowing his back, rolling his hips to meet Changmin’s thrusts. His tail wrapped around the younger’s body. Fingers wrapped around his dick and his eyes flew open to stare at his smirking brother.
“Can I kiss him, please, Minnie-ah.”
Changmin grunted. “Fine.”
Junsu smiled widely, and shimmied down a little more so he could kiss Junho and keep stroking his cock. Junho moaned, wrapped an arm around Junsu and pulled him up, so they were sitting, and he was sandwiched between the lovers. Changmin cursed as the angle changed but he sat back on his feet and thrust up into Junho.
Junho moaned. “I love you,” he whispered into his brother’s mouth, and Junsu’s smile would have blinded him. With a happy laugh, Junsu snuggled closer to them, and that proved to be a bit too much, and Changmin and Junho toppled over.
“Fuck, Su.”
“Sorry,” he said with another laugh, clearly not sorry at all.
Junho laughed too and pounced on his brother, rolling around in the grass with him.
“I could have sworn I was in charge here.”
Junho looked only at Junsu and said, whispering so only he could hear it. “Time to be sexy. Let’s crawl over to him and suck on his dick.”
Junsu nodded.
The two brothers kneeled on the grass. Changmin was pouting at them, hands on his thighs. His eyes widened as they crawled, tails swaying, licking their lips.
“Sorry, master,” Junho said and nuzzled his hip. “Please forgive us.”
Junsu licked Changmin’s cock, and also apologized.
“Oh, god,” Changmin muttered, sliding his fingers in their hair.
“May we suck on you in forgiveness?” Junho asked.
“Yes, yes. Suck me until I come.”
Junho laughed and with his lips on Changmin’s dick said, “I’ll suck you until you come twice.”
Junsu’s tongue lapped at Junho’s mouth, and they kissed around his cock. “We both will.”
(=^ェ^=)
one week later
“Where do you think he’s going?” Junsu asked as the sexually frustrated Jaejoong left the kitchen.
“Probably to go rape Yoochun,” Junho said.
“I really thought they were fucking,” Changmin said.
Junho leaned his head on Changmin’s shoulder, purring when the other cat’s arms wrapped around his waist.
“You know,” Junsu said, joining their embrace, “with the two of them busy, we could-“
“You’ve turned my boyfriend into a sex addict,” Changmin said.
Junho laughed and kissed Changmin’s jaw. “Actually, you did that.”
“What?”
Junho kissed around Changmin’s cheeks to his lips and twisted until he was straddling Changmin’s lap, balanced precariously on the bar stool. “You’re the one with the cock that does the fucking.” Junho kissed his lips lightly. “You’re the one that plays with him so much beforehand and whispering such dirty things into his ear.” Another kiss. “You’re the one who takes care of him and makes sure he comes at least twice. I would say that you turned him into a sex addict.” He pressed their lips together and forced his tongue into Changmin’s mouth.
Changmin grunted, twisted and slammed Junho down on the island.
Junho moaned, legs wrapped around Changmin’s body.
“Um, guys, we should we eat,” Junsu said.
“Your ass,” they both said, and then laughed and Junsu laughed.
Changmin nodded, and said, “My favorite pet is right.”
Junho immediately went docile and pouted. “Master.”
“No, you naughty pet. Your brother is right. For as long as I’m going to fuck you two, we should eat first. I’d hate for you to pass out.”
Junho bit his lower lip and said, “You’d still fuck me if I was passed out, wouldn’t you, master?”
Changmin’s eyes widened, and then he laughed, lightly slapped Junho’s cheek and said, “It’d be better because you couldn’t back talk to me.”
Changmin sat on the stool again and pulled Junho off the island.
“You know,” Junho said, falling to his knees. “If I’m such a bad kitty, you could always tie me up and spank me.”
Changmin looked at him, looked at Junsu and said, “That’s it. Food can wait.”
Part 1: Do you want me to stay away from you, Su-ah?
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Pairing: Junho/Junsu/Changmin (WARNING: INCEST)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, these two brothers would be making out all over the place ...
Summary: Junho is getting used to living a normal life instead of one of a whore. But he can't help but notice how gorgeous his brother and his brother's boyfriend are.
This fic is a side shot to A Not So Pampered Pet, but you don't need to read it to understand this one.
Warning: INCEST, cat!Junho/Junsu/Changmin/Jaejoong
Fanart by jrocklover1973!!! Thank you! I love it! ♥
Fanart by rasshie!!! I love it! Thank you! ♥
Part 2:
Warning: INCEST, cat!Junho/Junsu/Changmin/Jaejoong
Junho woke up comfortable and warm in a pile of cats, and for a moment, he thought he was back at the bar, about to see Jungmin or Minhwan smile at him when he opened his eyes.
Instead it was his brother’s face above him and that made him smile even wider. He lifted his free hand (the other was buried under Changmin), hooked it around Junsu’s neck and pulled him down for a firm, short kiss.
Junsu blushed but didn’t pull away, snuggling closer.
Changmin shifted in his sleep.
Junho pressed a lingering kiss to Junsu’s temple, and then whispered, “Do you ever wake him up with a blow job?”
Junsu buried his laughter into Junho’s neck. “Sometimes.”
“Do it now?” Junho made it a question.
Junsu’s cheeks went red and he shook his head. “He won’t like that, if you’re here.”
“Like what?” Changmin muttered.
“Junsu’s lips on your cock.”
Changmin moaned. “Too early, fuck.”
“I don’t think it’s too early,” Junho said, sliding his hand around Changmin’s hip.
The half-awake cat snagged Junho’s hand, but not before fingertips brushed against the ridge of cock under sweatpants.
“Hyung, god,” Changmin said and shimmied away from Junho and hugged his boyfriend. “I thought you weren’t going to act like a whore.”
Junho chuckled and rubbed Changmin’s back. “I’m not. If I was, I would have woken you up with my lips around your cock.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Junsu said.
Changmin moaned. “God, you two.”
Junsu laughed and pressed kisses on Changmin’s shoulder and neck.
Junho stretched and then rolled up to his knees. “You two have fun taking care of Changmin’s problem. I’ll go make us breakfast.”
“Hyung?” Junsu questioned.
“What?” Junho said, leaning over them to kiss Junsu’s cheek. “I may not be as great a cook as Jaejoong, but I can try, and after what we heard last night, I’m not sure if Jaejoong is going to be able to stand.”
Junsu blushed and nodded.
Junho met Changmin’s eyes, and trailed a finger down his cheek. To Changmin’s credit, he only flinched a little, and then his eyes shut and Junho leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to his reluctant lips. Changmin grunted but didn’t push him away or kiss him back.
Junho considered it a victory and left the bed with one more smile. He walked across the room, ass swaying and teasing and went into the hall. He shut the door and leaned against it, trying to will his erection down as he headed for the kitchen.
To his surprise, Jaejoong was already there, and the entire room smelled like muffins and bacon.
“Wow. You’re up early,” Junho said.
Jaejoong glared at him darkly.
Holding his hands up in peace, Junho asked if he could have some coffee.
“Yes.”
Junho was quiet as he fixed himself a cup and then went to the basket full of warm muffins to snag one. He sat at the bar on the island and watched as Jaejoong whipped eggs in a bowl, and added them to vegetables sizzling in a pan.
“Is there something wrong with me?” Jaejoong demanded, pointing at Junho with a spatula.
“Um, not that I’m aware of. Why?”
Jaejoong huffed, ears flat, tail snapping behind him. He went back to the stove, muttering something about going slow and stupid humans.
“I’m surprised you’re walking,” Junho started. “You were screaming pretty good yesterday.”
“You would too if Yoochun was sucking on your dick with three fingers in your ass and then refused to fuck you.”
“What?”
Jaejoong gripped the counter and sighed. “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with me?”
Junho chuckled and moved up behind Jaejoong and hugged him. He kissed Jaejoong’s shoulder. “No, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Then why won’t he fuck me?”
“Probably because he doesn’t want you to feel like a whore. And he wants you to want him, not just his body. He loves you. You don’t love him.”
Jaejoong bit his lip, and then cursed and pushed Junho away to flip the omelet. Junho went back to his seat.
“I want to love him,” Jaejoong whispered and added cheese on the egg, meat and vegetable mixture.
Junho nodded. “I know. Give it time, okay?”
“Oh thank god!” Changmin said as he and Junsu entered the kitchen, arms around each other.
Jaejoong visibly stiffened.
“Junho said he was going to cook, but I am so glad you’re okay enough to cook instead.”
Jaejoong stared at the youngest of them in disbelief, and then swallowed and pointed to the muffins. Changmin’s eyes widened and he snagged two of them before sitting next to Junho.
Junsu fixed him and his boyfriend a cup of coffee.
“Didn’t take long to take care of that problem?” Junho whispered and touched Changmin’s thigh.
Changmin blushed darkly, but said nothing. He shifted his leg, but not away from Junho’s hand, so Junho left if there.
(=^ェ^=)
Junho could not remember having more fun than they had that day. He went swimming, ran around the acres of grass and played tag with the other three. Fighting was for once almost non-existent and Changmin’s snark didn’t bother him as much as it did the day before.
They fell asleep on a heated patch of grass in the backyard, all tangled together, until Yoochun hollered for Jaejoong and the other three mumbled about being disrupted.
Firm hands curled around Junho’s hips and hitched him closer to a warm body. Lips pressed against his cheek, and Junho smiled, turned his head up and swallowed his whimper when Changmin kissed him. Junho wasn’t sure if Changmin was completely awake or not, but he didn’t stop him, letting the younger cat slowly explore his lips with his tongue. Their mouths opened and their tongues tangled, and Changmin rolled them over, Junho on top of him.
Another set of hands rubbed up and down Junho’s back.
“God, I knew that’d be sexy as hell,” Junsu whispered.
Changmin turned his head away, and Junho moved his soft kiss to his neck, and down to his bare shoulder.
Fingers turned his head, and Junho smiled when Junsu kissed him.
“Where did this come from?” Junho mused, pulling Junsu against him.
Changmin shifted under their weight.
Junsu grinned. “He’s not completely okay with it, but we had a chat this morning.”
“I am definitely liking the results of this chat,” Junho said and Changmin let him kiss him again.
Junsu laughed and pushed Junho away from his boyfriend. Junho hit the ground on his back, breath leaving him in a whoosh, and then stolen with Junsu’s lips.
“Junsu,” Changmin said, tugging on Junsu’s arm, “you promised.”
Junsu pulled away from the kiss and smiled at his brother. “I did promise. Sorry, Junho.” He climbed off Junho and sat next to him.
“What did you promise?” Junho asked.
Changmin glared at him and then took Junsu’s place straddling his lap. “My way, or no way.”
Junho smirked and put his hands behind his head. “I think I can live with that.”
Changmin growled again and pulled on his arms, almost violently until they were above Junho’s head, wrists gripped tightly.
Junho moaned, arching up, and then panted harshly into Changmin’s mouth as the younger cat stole his next noise in a violent kiss.
Junho was more than surprised when lust twisted through him quickly, squeezing his eyes shut, seizing his muscles. Enough clients treated him roughly that in his personal life he preferred to be the aggressor, but Changmin’s energy was addicting.
There was no finesse to his kisses, no skill to the forceful thrusts against Junho’s body. Just frustration, need, and aggression.
His cock was so hard, smashed against Changmin’s moving thigh. Each thrust twisted with pain, and Junho broke away from Changmin’s lips with a cry, body rising off the ground. Changmin grunted in response and slammed him back. He attached his mouth to Junho’s neck and sucked hard, biting down. Junho whimpered, head dizzy.
Junsu meeped next to him.
Junho would have given him a smile of reassurance if his orgasm didn’t decide that that was a great time to explode from him.
He lifted his hips, hooked a leg around Changmin’s back and rutted up against Changmin’s thigh and screamed Changmin’s name as he pumped his release into his sweatpants.
Junho went limp and docile, and Changmin growled and sped up. He tore his mouth from Junho’s neck and attached it to his lips, but Junho was too surprisingly worn out to kiss him back. Changmin sucked on his lower lip, harshly, pulling more unbidden whimpers from Junho.
Okay, so maybe he didn’t mind being controlled in his personal life too. Now that he had a choice.
Changmin’s body shuddered above him. He bit down on Junho’s lip and moaned, shaking through his own violent orgasm.
He went slack, smashing Junho, but Junho was more than used to a random heavy body on his. He put his arms around Changmin’s heaving shoulders and wrapped both legs around his waist, holding him tightly.
A firm hand slid up the back of his thigh, and Junho smiled over at his brother.
“He may or may not have said that all he could think of when I was sucking him off was you sucking him off,” Junsu whispered.
Junho chuckled and kissed Changmin’s cheek. “I can do that. I’d love to do that.”
Changmin grumbled something.
Junsu smiled and said, “I did agree though, so I’m not allowed to kiss you unless he says I can. Same with you.”
Junho pouted, and then whispered in Changmin’s ear. “Can I kiss your boyfriend, Minnie-ah?”
“No,” Changmin said. “And stop calling me that.”
Junho chuckled and then said, “Can I kiss you? Can I run my tongue over your neck, and-“
Changmin growled, lifted his head up and slammed their lips together again. Junho moaned and let Changmin control the kiss. He didn’t mind. Even for someone as young as Changmin, the cat could kiss really well.
“Are you going to be okay with that?” Changmin asked, nipping at Junho’s lips.
“With what? This? Fuck yes.”
“With obeying me.”
Junho pulled his head back, but Changmin kissed his neck and ran his teeth along his jaw. “You keep doing that,” Junho said, “and I’ll do anything you want me to.”
“Good.”
Changmin suddenly rolled away from him, leaving him cold and confused. And then a firm hand gripped his arm, hauled him to his feet and dragged him across the lawn. Junho looked behind him at Junsu. Junsu shrugged and followed along. His sweat pants were tented, and Junho licked his lips.
Changmin dragged him through an arched hedge, into the gardens that Junho had yet to explore. They padded along the cobbled walkway, turning and twisting around more hedges until Junho was incredibly lost. He gave up and instead looked at the gorgeous rose bushes and other flowers that dotted the gardens.
Changmin flung him to a bench and Junho caught himself with his hands scraping on the stone.
“Changmin,” Junsu admonished.
Junho looked up as Changmin crossed his arms. “You’d look a lot more intimidating if you didn’t have a huge wet spot on your crotch.”
Changmin narrowed his eyes. “Can I gag him?” he asked Junsu.
Junsu smiled and slinked over to his brother, almost laughing. “No.”
“Oh, come on, SuSu,” Junho said. “Let him gag me with his cock.”
They both shivered, but Junsu didn’t look over at him, concentrating on his boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around the taller cat’s shoulders, and Changmin’s arms went around his waist. They walked backwards, onto a grassy hill before falling back and rolling together.
Junho propped up on the bench and smiled, watching them laugh and kiss and strip each other naked. He wasn’t sure what he could do or shouldn’t do. But he most definitely didn’t mind watching.
His brother’s ass was plump, skin creamy and probably soft. So soft. Junho’s fingers itched to touch him.
They kissed for only a little longer before Junsu climbed over Changmin’s lap. His brother stroked Changmin’s cock for a moment, and then held him up, positioning.
Junho held his breath, mind running with too many thoughts, eyes on Junsu’s pained face as he sat. His protest gurgled from his lips and Changmin glared at him.
“Aren’t you going to prep him?” Junho asked, voice rising in surprise.
“Shut up,” Changmin said.
“You’re hurting him,” Junho said and climbed off the bench.
“Shut up,” Changmin muttered and lifted his hips, forcing more of his cock into Junsu’s tight body.
“I’m okay,” Junsu said, but winced.
“No, you’re not,” Junho said and wrapped his arms around his brother and pulled him away.
“What the fuck?” Changmin demanded, sitting up.
“I can handle being taken dry,” Junho said, poking Changmin’s chest, “because I’m a whore and I’ve been fucked a lot, but Junsu isn’t and hasn’t. How long have you two been having sex?”
Junsu swallowed and said, “Only a couple months.”
“Has it ever felt good?” Junho asked.
“S-sometimes, after Changmin’s comes.”
Junho rolled his eyes. “Well, duh, that’s because it’s slick, but the first thrust into you, hasn’t that ever felt good?”
“Well, no.”
“What do you know?” Changmin demanded.
“I know a lot.”
“I meant about us, not sex. You’re a hooker, of course you know about sex. Junsu is-“
“Have you ever fucked him?” Junho asked his brother.
Junsu shook his head. “I’m the bottom.”
“That’s bullshit. Sex feels good both ways.”
Changmin snorted.
“Fine, you want to play the dominance game,” Junho said, “then as a top, you should be taking care of him, not just shoving your dick in his ass.”
Changmin blushed and Junsu muttered again that it was okay.
“It’s not,” Junho said, teeth clenched. “You need preparation. Maybe not all the time. But it’s not supposed to hurt unless you want it to hurt. There is a big difference between pain during good sex and pain from bad sex.”
“It’s not bad!” Changmin shouted.
“Not from your end,” Junho said.
“Show us,” Junsu said.
Changmin shoved Junho away from his brother and said, “Don’t touch him. Tell me what to do.”
Junho didn’t want to. He didn’t want to tell this cat how to please his brother when he wanted to be the one pleasing him, but Junsu’s face was conflicted, silently begging him to just do what Changmin asked or it would all go away.
Junho sighed. “Fine. I’m assuming you don’t have any lube?”
Changmin shook his head. “We were going to ask Yoochun but-“
“It’s embarrassing,” Junsu whispered.
Junho smiled. “It shouldn’t be. He knows you two are together. And Yoochun is a sex maniac. I’m sure he has lots of lube. I’ll ask him for you, but for now, we’ll have to use spit.”
Junsu swallowed.
Junho tugged on his shoulders. “Lay on your back, SuSu.”
Junsu did and then spread his legs and lifted them when Junho told him to.
“Use your fingers and your tongue,” Junho said to Changmin.
“Tongue?”
Junho smiled. “Yes, your tongue, Minnie-ah. Lick him. If you’re not comfortable with that yet, then fine, shove your finger up his ass, but don’t just fuck him without doing that. Those muscles are tight, and they need to be stretched and loosened. Cover your finger with spit and then press it into his body. Go as slow or as fast as he wants to go. If you’re going to be the top, you have to take care of him.”
Changmin looked at Junsu and Junsu bit his lip, eyes shutting. Open and on display, his skin was flush with shame.
Changmin put his finger in his mouth and got it wet, but not wet enough and Junho told him to cover it, really cover it. He swallowed and reached for Junsu’s body, finger slipping on the curve of his ass.
Junsu inhaled sharply, thighs and ass tightening. The pad of his finger pushed against his puckered entrance and then slipped inside him. Junsu gasped.
Worried, Changmin pulled his finger out.
Junsu whimpered. “No, Min, that … god, put it back in, please.”
Changmin met Junho’s eyes and Junho smirked, wanting to say, ‘I told you so’ to the stubborn, younger cat.
Changmin pressed his finger in again, and Junsu moaned, eyes shut, fingers tightening their grip on his knees. His tail twitched quickly.
“Go slow,” Junho whispered. “Move your finger, trace the edge and crook it just a little bit.”
Junho kept his quiet instructions, prodding Changmin to add a second finger after a very long time. Junsu panted, and then let go of one leg, reaching above his head. He hooked his knee at Changmin’s hip and gripped Junho’s thigh.
Junho chuckled and asked, “Feel good?”
“Yes, so good. So … Minnie-ah, can he kiss me please, please?”
Changmin frowned and said nothing.
Junsu whimpered. His dick was hard against his stomach, twitching and pulsing precome into a pile on his skin.
“Spread your fingers,” Junho said, “and speed up a little bit.”
“SHIT!” Junsu’s fingers yanked on Junho’s sweatpants, his head lifted off the ground.
Junho laughed. “Prostate, baby. It’s like a burst of immediate pleasure.”
Changmin tilted his head and then bit his lip in concentration, trying to find that little spot again.
Junsu whimpered, over and over. “Fuck me, please, oh god, Changmin, just … “
Changmin looked to Junho, and he nodded. “It still might hurt a little because you don’t have lube, but just slick your cock up with spit and then fuck him like he wants.”
Changmin pulled his fingers from Junsu’s body, and moved back. His legs started falling and Junho was quick to grab behind his knees and keep him open.
“We’ve never … not like this,” Changmin said.
“How do you normally do it?” Junho asked, very much aware that he was practically straddling his brother’s face.
“With him on top. He says it doesn’t hurt as much.”
“That’s because he can go at his own pace that way,” Junho said. “I don’t blame him, but you played with him long enough. Just take him.”
“Please, just take me, Changmin. Please.”
Changmin shivered at the desperation in his boyfriend’s voice. He spit and licked his hand, swiped if over his dick a few times, and then held himself down. The head of his cock pressed against Junsu’s twitching entrance, and he shut his eyes, took a breath and thrust forward, slipping into him easily. Not easily in that Junsu didn’t cry out from the stretch, but it’d never been that slick before.
“Oh my god,” Changmin whispered and gripped Junsu’s thighs just below Junho’s hands and slammed into him. Hard and violent.
Junho opened his mouth to reprimand him, but Junsu was moaning, practically in bliss.
Changmin’s technique needed a lot of work, but he was only fifteen, Junho could work on that later.
Changmin’s eyes were shut, mouth open, hips moving, and Junho leaned forward, between his brother’s spread legs.
“Can I kiss you?” Junho whispered.
Changmin answered with his lips, latching onto Junho’s violently. Junho moaned, letting Changmin dominate the kiss, and then the younger cat was gasping, crying out as his orgasm took over whatever control he had on his thrusts and exploded into Junsu. Changmin collapsed and Junho caught him, lowering him to the ground.
Junsu whimpered, stroking his cock.
After a second of watching, Changmin said, “Go suck on him. Show me how it’s done.”
Junho smirked and Junsu whined eagerly. “No problem. Can I lick your come out of his ass?”
Junsu whimpered again. “Hyung!”
Changmin glared at him. “No.”
Junho laughed and leaned down, kissing just below Junsu’s nipple. “You should play with your toys, Changmin-ah.” He said and then licked Junsu’s nipple. He moved Junsu’s hand and stroked him firmly. Junsu’s entire body shuddered. “You play with your toys and you take care of your toys. You shouldn’t just jump right to sex. Foreplay is so much fun, and so intimate. Sometimes sex is just something to do to get off, but this … Turning my brother into a quivering mess is definitely more fun.”
“Stop. Talking.” Junsu said and grabbed Junho’s arm.
Junho smiled and slinked down his body, making sure to keep his ass and tail in the air, let Changmin see his body, give him some ideas. He held his brother’s cock away from his body and grinned up at him before licking around the ridge. He moaned at the tangy taste of precome and sucked the pliant head into his mouth. His hand stayed still for a few light squeezes at the shaft, and then he slowly started stroking, letting Junsu’s dick into his mouth bit by bit.
Junsu was a mess, writhing and whimpering beneath him.
Fingers tangled in his hair and pulled and Junho moaned, taking more and more into his mouth. He could have had all of Junsu down his throat and the cat would be coming already, but Junho most definitely liked to play.
Shaking fingers pulled at his sweat pants, and Junho smiled to himself, ignoring Changmin’s nervousness.
He pulled away from Junsu’s cock and breathed, “Fuck yes, please, Minnie-ah. Please.”
Wetness slipped down the cleft of his ass and a finger pressed into him.
Junho’s eyes shut tight and he squeezed Junsu’s erection, body spasming from the intrusion.
“Hyung, come on,” Junsu whined.
Junho smiled at Changmin over his shoulder and said, “Fuck me.” And then went back to sucking on his brother’s dick.
Warmth settled behind him, and he moaned, feeling Changmin’s erection on his ass. He wondered how many times the cat was going to come today and then the thick head of his dick was pushing into Junho. It’d been days since he’d last been fucked and god, the stretch was intense. Half way, Changmin pulled out, spit right on his ass and then pushed in again. Junho moaned, taking out his need on Junsu’s cock.
Junsu gasped, curling up, fingers pulling Junho’s hair. He muttered and whimpered and cursed over and over again, hips jerking up.
His cock pulsed and Junho stroked him faster, feeling his orgasm tease him. At the last second, he pulled his mouth away, and Junsu whimpered, and cried out. Junho licked his cock, and stroked him until Junsu was coming, splattering Junho’s face with white.
Changmin’s body pushed against his, and Junho moaned, bowing his back, rolling his hips to meet Changmin’s thrusts. His tail wrapped around the younger’s body. Fingers wrapped around his dick and his eyes flew open to stare at his smirking brother.
“Can I kiss him, please, Minnie-ah.”
Changmin grunted. “Fine.”
Junsu smiled widely, and shimmied down a little more so he could kiss Junho and keep stroking his cock. Junho moaned, wrapped an arm around Junsu and pulled him up, so they were sitting, and he was sandwiched between the lovers. Changmin cursed as the angle changed but he sat back on his feet and thrust up into Junho.
Junho moaned. “I love you,” he whispered into his brother’s mouth, and Junsu’s smile would have blinded him. With a happy laugh, Junsu snuggled closer to them, and that proved to be a bit too much, and Changmin and Junho toppled over.
“Fuck, Su.”
“Sorry,” he said with another laugh, clearly not sorry at all.
Junho laughed too and pounced on his brother, rolling around in the grass with him.
“I could have sworn I was in charge here.”
Junho looked only at Junsu and said, whispering so only he could hear it. “Time to be sexy. Let’s crawl over to him and suck on his dick.”
Junsu nodded.
The two brothers kneeled on the grass. Changmin was pouting at them, hands on his thighs. His eyes widened as they crawled, tails swaying, licking their lips.
“Sorry, master,” Junho said and nuzzled his hip. “Please forgive us.”
Junsu licked Changmin’s cock, and also apologized.
“Oh, god,” Changmin muttered, sliding his fingers in their hair.
“May we suck on you in forgiveness?” Junho asked.
“Yes, yes. Suck me until I come.”
Junho laughed and with his lips on Changmin’s dick said, “I’ll suck you until you come twice.”
Junsu’s tongue lapped at Junho’s mouth, and they kissed around his cock. “We both will.”
(=^ェ^=)
one week later
“Where do you think he’s going?” Junsu asked as the sexually frustrated Jaejoong left the kitchen.
“Probably to go rape Yoochun,” Junho said.
“I really thought they were fucking,” Changmin said.
Junho leaned his head on Changmin’s shoulder, purring when the other cat’s arms wrapped around his waist.
“You know,” Junsu said, joining their embrace, “with the two of them busy, we could-“
“You’ve turned my boyfriend into a sex addict,” Changmin said.
Junho laughed and kissed Changmin’s jaw. “Actually, you did that.”
“What?”
Junho kissed around Changmin’s cheeks to his lips and twisted until he was straddling Changmin’s lap, balanced precariously on the bar stool. “You’re the one with the cock that does the fucking.” Junho kissed his lips lightly. “You’re the one that plays with him so much beforehand and whispering such dirty things into his ear.” Another kiss. “You’re the one who takes care of him and makes sure he comes at least twice. I would say that you turned him into a sex addict.” He pressed their lips together and forced his tongue into Changmin’s mouth.
Changmin grunted, twisted and slammed Junho down on the island.
Junho moaned, legs wrapped around Changmin’s body.
“Um, guys, we should we eat,” Junsu said.
“Your ass,” they both said, and then laughed and Junsu laughed.
Changmin nodded, and said, “My favorite pet is right.”
Junho immediately went docile and pouted. “Master.”
“No, you naughty pet. Your brother is right. For as long as I’m going to fuck you two, we should eat first. I’d hate for you to pass out.”
Junho bit his lower lip and said, “You’d still fuck me if I was passed out, wouldn’t you, master?”
Changmin’s eyes widened, and then he laughed, lightly slapped Junho’s cheek and said, “It’d be better because you couldn’t back talk to me.”
Changmin sat on the stool again and pulled Junho off the island.
“You know,” Junho said, falling to his knees. “If I’m such a bad kitty, you could always tie me up and spank me.”
Changmin looked at him, looked at Junsu and said, “That’s it. Food can wait.”
Part 1: Do you want me to stay away from you, Su-ah?
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