So Hot (Leo/Hyuk, NC-17)
Title: So Hot
Pairing: Leo/catboy!Hyuk
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~3500
Warnings: catboy AU
Summary: "catboy fic, hyuk in heat"
Author's Note: Prompt fill for this.
Sanghyuk is hot. He's hot, and he's horny, and he didn't even know tomcats could go into heat.
"I think it's not so much that you're in heat," Hakyeon muses, watching the maknae roll around to find a still-cool patch of kitchen tile, "as that you're responding to someone else's. Maybe one of the female dancers?" Finally fetching up to press his burning cheek against the cold metal of the fridge, Sanghyuk sighs at the sensation and the utter uselessness of speculation. He doesn't care why he's feeling like this, he just wants it to stop.
"Hyung," he reaches his arms up to Hakyeon, "help meee." Hakyeon tugs him off the floor, pulls an ice pack out of the freezer and holds it to his forehead, the back of his neck, the furred points of his ears. The contrast of biting cold against his overheated skin stirs something low in Sanghyuk's belly that he wishes would go away, and he knows Hakyeon's efforts can only treat half his problem.
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Time seems to pass strangely lately, hazy undifferentiated arousal punctuated by spates of urgent burning need that fuck with his sense of minutes and hours, but he thinks it's only a couple days (god, has it been days?) later that he wakes to find himself rolled over onto Wonsik's futon, hard and in the middle of grinding against the rapper's hip. He can't help one last push forward before starting to move away, and he's just thinking to be grateful that Wonsik is a heavy sleeper when his eyes flutter open still centimeters from Sanghyuk's own. He freezes, groin blessedly already removed from Wonsik's leg, and hopes Wonsik just...doesn't...move.
But he does, of course, murmuring a bleary "Hyuk-ah?" as he rolls onto his back to stretch all four limbs like a starfish. One knee brushes carelessly against the tent in Sanghyuk's sweats, wringing out a frantic mewl that Sanghyuk never, ever wants to hear from his own lips again. Wonsik's eyes shoot wide at the sound, and he scrambles immediately upright when he realizes the situation.
"You--" he says, "I--" Sanghyuk shrinks slowly into a tiny mortified ball, avoiding Wonsik's gaze while he tucks his tail between his legs and squeezes his thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache. Over his head, Wonsik clears his throat. "I'm just gonna..." The door slams, but reopens a few moments later and there's the soft thud of something on the blanket beside him. Uncurling to stare miserably at the bottle of lotion wrapped in a wad of tissues, Sanghyuk tries not to cry with half a dozen different kinds of frustration.
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Jerking himself off is almost worse than nothing when all Sanghyuk wants is to lie back and let someone take care of him, touch him in all the ways and places he needs but doesn't have the words to ask for. Cold showers and cool washcloths are even less effective since he goes half-hard at the slightest sensation these days, so it's only matter of time before he cracks and approaches Hongbin.
"Not a chance," the visual replies almost insultingly instantaneously. "It'd be weird, you know it would." And he has a point: they've spent way too much time as together as the maknae line, while Hakyeon plays favorites with Wonsik, for Sanghyuk to even really think of Hongbin like that. He can just imagine trying to put the moves on him and suddenly remembering a fart joke or that time he got athlete's foot, and he's slightly mollified that the thought of it at least kills his boner for now.
He flops on the couch with a groan of despair. Hongbin gently lifts his head to slip under it so that the maknae's cheek is pillowed in his lap and cards fingers through his hair in what Sanghyuk recognizes as a tacit apology. It feels nice enough that Sanghyuk doesn't even mind how warm Hongbin's hands are, and the visual chuckles softly when his chest rumbles with a purr.
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The last shreds of his pride almost visibly go up in smoke when, about a week in, Sanghyuk goes looking for Jaehwan.
“Don't even ask,” he starts before Sanghyuk can open his mouth, and the maknae pouts.
“I'll go on food runs for you,” he pleads, so far beyond caring how desperate he sounds. “I'll help with your pranks, I'll distract Leo, I'll--”
“Sorry, kiddo,” Jaehwan says, and it actually sounds genuine. “But speaking of Leo, have you asked him yet?”
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Sanghyuk makes it another week before he does, in fact, ask Leo, though it's not so much 'asking' as it is nuzzling insistently into his hand where it's draped over the arm of the couch. Leo ruffles his hair absentmindedly, rubbing behind his ears, still focused on the latest episode of some historical drama currently on TV. There's an outburst of swords clashing and horses whinnying over Sanghyuk's shoulder as he crawls up onto the couch to curl into Leo's side. Leo still isn't paying much attention, though he shifts to make room and scratches blunt fingernails down Sanghyuk’s spine in the way that usually relieves all of his itches. Today, however, it just makes him crave more, and he turns his head to run a catlike sandpaper tongue over the back of Leo's hand.
He gets to Leo's knuckles, rasping between his fingers, before Leo abruptly pulls his hand away and turns the TV off. “No,” he says into the silence, not looking at Sanghyuk, and this is why he’d waited so long, had been afraid to ask him in the first place. Though the other members might be able to laugh off Sanghyuk coming on to them, there's always been a tension between him and this hyung and he's never been certain where it falls on the spectrum from hateful to sexual.
“I'm sorry,” he says, butting his head against Leo's shoulder like he does when he's upset and needs petting and comfort. And usually Leo readily obliges, but today he draws back sharply, almost to the other end of the couch.
“Don't.” He's facing Sanghyuk now but his eyes are still slid sideways, fixed on the blank screen of the TV. “You're a kitten.” Sanghyuk's never felt so young and small as when Leo rolls to his feet and strides stiffly out of the room, not even sparing him a glance.
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Things reach critical point a few days later. Performances are the worst, lately, spotlights and attention combining to bring sweat out all down Sanghyuk's back, and today they have two in a row with hardly a break between. They get back to the dorm and he curls up to lay in front of the air conditioning while he waits for his turn to bathe, so hard he feels like he's going to explode. Since they usually go in age order, when Hongbin walks into the kitchen with wet hair he rushes for the bathroom, almost tripping over his own feet with how turned on he is.
It's just his luck that the door opens straight into Leo's bare chest, still damp from the post-show shower he's apparently let Hongbin take before him. Sanghyuk blames the fact that all the blood that should be in his brain is currently southward for the way he wraps himself around Leo, rubbing their cheeks together and whining hungrily. There's a moment when he thinks Leo is actually going to respond, but then he's shoved to arm's length and held there.
“Stop,” Leo says. “You're just a kitten. A baby.” It comes out breathless in a way that just makes Sanghyuk struggle harder to reach him, pull the towel Leo's gripping around his hips away and prove that there's nothing childlike about this. The hand pushing him back moves quickly; before Sanghyuk realizes what's happening Leo has him by the scruff of his neck. “Stop,” he repeats, and he's shaking Sanghyuk gently but his voice is firm. Sanghyuk fights back, growling and clawing, because he's so fucking desperate and horny and sick of being treated like a kid when this whole god damned mess shows he's not one at all. Leo's face hardens, and then he's dragging the maknae to the shower.
The cold spray makes Sanghyuk hiss but it brings him back to himself and Leo's grip relaxes the instant he stops squirming. “Better?” he asks when Sanghyuk peers up at him shamefacedly, ears plastered against his head with water and embarrassment.
“Not really,” he replies as Leo lets him step out of the shower and shake himself dry. His wet shirt clings to his oversensitized skin much too closely for comfort, so he strips it over his head. “But thanks, hyung.” When he turns back, he's surprised by something that flickers dark and confusing in Leo's gaze as it scans briefly down his torso.
“Hyung?” he asks, and Leo looks immediately away, shaking his head. Sanghyuk's sharp nose catches the slightest wisp of a scent, though, that he's become all too familiar with on himself recently - Leo smells ever so faintly of arousal, and Sanghyuk wonders.
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The next time, he tries a different tactic. He wakes up, overheated, in the middle of the night, and when he stumbles drowsily into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water he finds Leo seated at the table with his back to the door.
“Hyung,” he mumbles blearily, “why're you up?”
Leo's shoulders straighten. “Can't sleep.”
“Oh.” The cold water restores some of Sanghyuk's sleep-fuzzed senses, and he figures that now may not be the best time but there's never going to be a good time, so he pulls out the chair next to Leo's and sits down. “Hyung,” he starts calmly, deliberately, ears cocked for any telltale noises while he studiously examines the tabletop, “Please have sex with me.”
There's the scrape of Leo's chair pushing back and Sanghyuk scrambles up to catch his arm. “Hyung--”
“You're a baby, Sanghyuk.” Leo’s voice is leaden, and he still refuses to turn around.
“I'm not, hyung.” He thinks the way he has to look down a centimeter or two to address the back of Leo's head is evidence enough of that.
“You're a ba--”
“I'm not.” He tugs insistently on Leo's hand, and Leo whirls around.
“You are. You're still just a kid and,” Leo pauses, takes a deep breath and Sanghyuk can see the wall falling over his face. “And this is going to pass, and you'll still be a kid, and I don't want--” he cuts himself off.
Oh, Sanghyuk thinks. Is that what this is about? He's torn between cursing himself and laughing with relief because it's such an easy problem to fix that he should have seen it sooner. “Hyung,” he says gently, waiting until Leo finally looks at him. “I want you even when I'm not,” he laughs quietly, struggling for words, gestures aimlessly to himself instead. “...like this.”
Leo lets the breath out, slow and careful. “You're sure?”
“Of course,” Sanghyuk affirms, but there's a flurry of movement and suddenly it's Leo holding him instead of the other way around, gripping his biceps and crowding him until the backs of his thighs hit the edge of the table.
“You have to be sure, Hyuk-ah,” Leo says, quiet and close and so, so serious. “Because if we do this...” he pulls one hand away to pass it over his face, almost muffling his next words. “...if we do this, it's not going to be a one-time thing.”
“I'm sure,” Sanghyuk replies, breathless because even the unspoken promise of it has him shaking.
Leo closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them to gaze in assessment around the kitchen. “There's no good place--”
“The couch is fine.” He answers so quickly it could almost be laughable if he weren't practically vibrating with need. “It's fine,” he emphasizes when Leo raises his brows in disbelief. “It's not like I'm royalty.” Leo huffs but lets Sanghyuk pull him into the living room, grabbing one of Hakyeon's many (and widely scattered) bottles of hand cream along the way - it's not ideal, but it'll do, and Sanghyuk's damned if he's going to wait until they can get proper lube.
He pushes Leo down onto the couch so that he can straddle his lap, but there's a moment of hesitation because he hasn't--he's never actually--
Leo seems to sense his trepidation, and he smooths hands down Sanghyuk's back, rubbing the spot just above his tail that always soothes him. “Still sure?”
“Yeah,” Sanghyuk says on an unsteady breath, “yeah, hyung, I'm just...”
“It's okay.” His eyes crinkle and then he's stretching up to press his lips softly against Sanghyuk's.
And it's nice, he's kissed before so this feels safe even though kissing Leo is nothing like kissing the couple of girls (and one boy) he'd snuck into empty classrooms with during high school. There's no awkward clashing teeth, no oh god where do I put my hands, just Leo's mouth sliding gentle but firm over his. Leo opens first, parting just slightly to delicately tug on Sanghyuk's bottom lip with his teeth until he opens his mouth too, and, oh, that's Leo's tongue slipping in to trace the roof, rub along Sanghyuk's own.
Hands tease at the hem of his shirt, barely lifting it to stroke the skin above the waistband of his boxers and make Sanghyuk groan into the kiss. They dip back out to dance up his sides over the fabric and it feels good but it's nowhere near enough. “Please,” he gasps, breaking away, “please, hyung, please touch me, I, I need--”
Those hands still, and then Leo's yanking Sanghyuk's shirt over his head so that he can scrape fingernails across his shoulderblades and around to his chest to thumb his nipples. Sanghyuk bites back a particularly loud moan without thinking and catches Leo's lip with a sharp canine. He tastes blood and freezes, apologies starting to bubble forth until Leo jerks him roughly back with a hand fisted in his hair. Sanghyuk yelps more with surprise than pain, too stunned by the thunderous look on Leo's face to struggle, and he panics, terrified that he's just completely fucked things up.
But Leo grins, and it's like lightning breaking through the stormclouds beautiful and shocking. He bullies Sanghyuk off his lap so that he's laying flat against the cushions and bites back, nips his lower lip and the tender skin of his throat down to his collarbones where he sucks, hard, making Sanghyuk push greedily forward for more because this, this is what he's needed, to be wanted and taken and claimed as someone's own. (As Leo's own.) The significance of their position, Sanghyuk belly-up and vulnerable, isn't lost on him, and he wants Leo to leave marks in places he can hide with clothes but press his fingers into tomorrow morning and remember.
The thought has him reaching up to pull Leo down tighter against him, panting into his shoulder, “Hyung, now, please--” Leo lets out a long, stuttering breath that ghosts over Sanghyuk's sensitive ears and makes him squirm underneath him.
When Leo sits up to shuck his own shirt Sanghyuk whines at the loss of contact, but Leo just smirks and lightly slaps Sanghyuk's thigh so he lifts his hips to allow Leo to tug his sleep pants and boxers both down at the same time. Cool air hits his skin all over, all at once, and he bolts upright to press against Leo, whimpering and shivering as he wraps his arms around his warm solid waist. It hadn't been his intention, but the proximity brings their groins together and Sanghyuk's been hard for so long that he's almost pathetically glad to feel Leo is too. He grinds into him, gasping and involuntarily tightening his grip at the jolt of pleasure it sends up his spine.
Then he's clinging to him for an entirely different reason when Leo uncaps the lotion, slicks his fingers and drags one down Sanghyuk's back. He taps at the base of his tail and Sanghyuk lifts it out of the way, though it's a struggle to keep it there when every muscle is trembling with the way Leo teases between his cheeks to his entrance. The stretch of Leo's finger slipping into him definitely isn't the most comfortable thing he's ever felt, but it's also not as bad as he'd expected. It helps that Leo kisses him again, bringing his other hand to smooth through Sanghyuk's hair and rub his ears softly. A purr makes its way up from Sanghyuk's heating belly, and Leo takes it as a signal to work in another finger.
When he gets to three, though, Sanghyuk really starts to feel it. He whines small and nervous at the tug and burn, making Leo shift back slightly to look at him with concern. “Should we stop?” His voice is tight and breathless with self-control, and Sanghyuk can tell that Leo means it, that if he says yes he’ll pull out immediately without complaint.
It's that reassurance that has him shaking his head 'no' instead, taking a steadying breath before slowly, cautiously pushing back onto his fingers. Leo inhales sharply, free hand dropping to Sanghyuk's hip, and then he's holding him still as he presses even deeper. The grip Leo has on him is warranted a moment later - it's the only thing stopping Sanghyuk from bucking right off the couch when Leo crooks his fingers against a spot inside of him that he never even knew existed. “Again,” he demands, too caught up in how good it feels, finally after so long, to care about being a brat. Leo complies, shifts and rubs until Sanghyuk is shuddering all over and rutting down against his knuckles. Leo himself is beginning to crack, breathing hard with a half-lidded gaze focused on Sanghyuk's face; he presses his lips tight, eyes falling fully shut, in response to his choked plea for "more, hyung, more."
Then he's pulling those fingers out with one last nudge to that sensitive spot, and Sanghyuk spits furiously at the emptiness. "Impatient," Leo chuckles, coaxing him around and down onto his hands and knees. The couch fabric is smooth under Sanghyuk's fingerpads and he growls at the teasing because yes, yes he is, what does Leo expect when he's been ready for this for weeks? As Leo lifts his tail out of the way he tugs it in gentle reprimand; Sanghyuk doesn't get the chance to hiss in response because there's an insistent blunt pressure that has him curling his fingers into the cushions while Leo eases slowly, so slowly in.
He's bigger than fingers, of course, but Sanghyuk by this point is so open and eager that he manages to push more than halfway in before he has to draw out again, making Sanghyuk tremble with the friction. Leo sets up a rhythmic, unhurried pace that works him a little deeper on every forward thrust.
And Sanghyuk appreciates the care, but once he gets used to the slick-stretching feel of it Leo's still going frustratingly easy when all he wants is hard fast relief. On the fourth or fifth rock of his body back onto Leo, his cock bumps past that hypersensitive nub again and Sanghyuk goes all undone, shaking and mewling in encouragement as Leo adjusts his movements, angles Sanghyuk's hips so that he's hitting it on almost every stroke.
Sanghyuk wouldn't have expected Leo to come first but he does, quiet and intense, the only indication the way he bends abruptly to gasp into Sanghyuk's shoulderblades, mouthing at the skin. He recovers quickly, wrapping a hand around Sanghyuk's length and rotating his hips to rub circles on the spot that has Sanghyuk keening with the force of his orgasm as Leo bites down on the scruff of his neck, dominating and perfect.
He curls into Leo afterward, sweaty and exhausted and finally, finally sated. He arches his back and preens when Leo smooths a hand down from the top of his head to scratch at the junction between spine and tail, purrs slow and full with drowsiness.
"Still sure?" Leo's whisper would be inaudible to anyone else; as it is, Sanghyuk has to cock his ears to catch it.
His lips curl in a smile, and the phrase 'like the cat who's gotten the cream' has never been more appropriate. "Still sure, hyung."
Sanghyuk falls asleep to Leo's idle petting, fingers combing through his hair and dancing over his back, and thinks, yeah, this was never going to be just a one-time thing.
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