(it’s because of the) pink frosting for thesockmonster
Title: (it’s because of the) pink frosting
For: thesockmonster
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3800 words
Summary: Sehun doesn’t like his owner’s new cat. At least, that’s what he tries to tell himself.
Warning(s): [Click]catboys
Notes: I had fun with this! And, I have a special surprise for you later <3
The last rays of sunshine filtered through the window of a clean, modern apartment, and a pool of light warmed the man half asleep on the couch. His tail flicked in contentment while he basked in the quickly fading sunlight.
His feline ears twitched at the sound of a key turning in the lock, and he sat up with a yawn, running his fingers through his pale blonde hair in an attempt to push it out of his eyes.
Finally, Kris was home from work. Sehun stood up, stretched out his limbs, and started to walk towards the door with a sleepy smile plastered on his face. That was when Kris entered the apartment. With another cat.
Sehun froze.
“Sehun!” Kris exclaimed, obviously elated. “Come look at the newest member of our family.”
He stepped aside to reveal a cat hybrid just like Sehun. His hair, dark and lustrous, had a sheen like fine hardwood. But that comparison wasn't really fair, Sehun supposed. Hardwood didn't swish gently like the newcomer's hair did, swaying with the words as he spoke.
It didn't matter. Sehun hated him.
“Hello,” he waved, looking at the ground, abashed. “I'm Jongin.” He looked up then, and stared into Sehun's eyes. There was a glimmer of hope reflected in those bright orbs, and Sehun's tail bristled.
“What?” Sehun hissed, glaring at Jongin with unbridled hatred.
He was not happy. Not happy at all. For the past few years, it had just been him and Kris. His owner was caring and always took care of Sehun the best he could, and Sehun relished all of the love and attention the elder would spoil him with. And now, all of a sudden, he was expected to share Kris with someone else? No, he was not happy in the slightest.
“I brought you someone to keep you company while I'm at work.” Kris frowned, and furrowed his eyebrows. “Aren't you happy?”
“Get that... thing out of my house.” Sehun seethed. He flinched when Jongin took a step forward, almost as though he wanted to go and comfort him, but the blond wasn't having any of that. He spun around and ran to the master bedroom, where he locked himself in the spacious walk-in closet.
The lights were off, but that didn't matter. Sehun's vision was crystal clear, and the temptation to shred Kris' favorite pink and green plaid shirt out of revenge was strong, but he managed to dig his claws into the carpet to restrain himself (even if the shirt in question was ugly as hell).
Two sets of footsteps sounded from outside the closet door. It wavered a little, as though someone had placed a hand on the wood.
“Is... is he mad at me?” Jongin's voice carried from the master bedroom, and Sehun backed himself into the corner of the closet, surrounded by thick coats and t-shirts. He bared his canines in a silent hiss.
Kris chuckled. “Oh, no. Don't worry, Sehun is just... temperamental.”
Temperamental?
… Temperamental?
Oh, Sehun would show him temperamental.
Jongin spoke again, and Sehun resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Oh, alright. I really hope we can become friends...”
Friends? With Jongin? Hah. No way in hell. Who did this guy think he was anyways, to come into his perfectly happy life as Kris' pet and turn his whole world upside down?
His internal rant was interrupted by Kris.
“It'll be fine, Jongin. Stay in the apartment and I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to go and get us all some dinner and it'll hopefully give Sehun a chance to calm down a little bit. Is there anything in particular that you would like?”
“Chicken, please,” Jongin chirped. Sehun could imagine him outside the door, grinning up at Kris with a goofy smile. He wanted to tear that grin off of his ridiculously handsome face. Wait-- not handsome. Jongin was not handsome. Not at all.
“Alright!” Kris laughed, and Sehun heard him retreat from the bedroom. It was a few seconds later when he heard Kris shut the front door.
The closet door rattled softly, and Sehun watched through narrowed eyes as Jongin's shadow moved around from under the crack in the frame.
“Sehun?” Jongin was on his hands and knees then, and the door shook as he lightly pawed at the wood. “Sehun, can you hear me?”
“Shut up, and go away,” he hissed.
Slender fingers appeared in the inch between the bottom of the door and the floor.
“Sehun,” Jongin mewled, pathetically. “Please don't be upset. Let's be friends!”
Sehun agilely dropped to the floor on his own hands and knees, without making a sound. He crawled over to the door, where Jongin was still trying to wiggle his arm underneath the frame.
Sehun was really tempted to lick Jongin's fingers. Really, really tempted. He didn't understand why, either, but his tongue darted out of its own accord and scraped along the other cat's index finger. Jongin froze.
“Sehun?” His voice was filled with hope, and rage coursed through Sehun's veins. He didn’t like Jongin, and he sure as hell didn’t want him getting the idea that they could be… friends or something like that.
So he bit him.
Jongin softly cried out in pain and pulled his hand out from under the door. "What the hell?"
Sehun smirked, surrounded by the inky darkness of the closet. "I don't like you." His smirk turned into a petulant pout. "You're taking Kris away from me."
Jongin laughed. “No, I’m not. I’m sharing Kris with you.” He sat with his back against the closet door. “Besides, Kris was my owner first.”
Jongin was insane-- Sehun was sure of it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Jongin’s voice was thoughtful. “That’s just like him, to be honest. He’s so forgetful.”
Sehun was taken back. He was right - Kris was pretty forgetful. One time he left a casserole in the oven, forgot it was there and went to go pick up something for dinner only to return to a soot covered Sehun and a burnt beyond recognition broccoli and cheese casserole. Another time he took Sehun to the park to let out some of the blond’s seemingly endless energy. Then he left to go get some water. And didn’t return for four hours. When he did come back, he was holding two paper cups of coffee and mumbling apologies with pink cheeks.
“How did you know that?” There was a hint of suspicion in his tone; he still couldn’t be sure whether Jongin was making stuff up or not.
“I belonged to his parents, actually. But, Kris and I grew up together. We’re practically family.”
Sehun frowned. “If you belonged to his parents, then why are you here now?”
Jongin’s voice was soft. Regretful. “They couldn’t take care of me anymore. Kris said he had a cat at home that he didn’t want getting lonely while he was at work, and it all just seemed so perfect. I was really excited to come here and meet you, you know.”
“Oh.” Sehun didn’t know how to respond.
Jongin laughed and wiggled his fingers back under the door frame. “Friends?”
“Nope.” Sehun bit him again (but not before giving those beautiful fingers another lick because hot damn. He might not like Jongin, but he sure did like the way he felt under his tongue).
Jongin hissed and scrambled backward, bumping into something with a loud thud. “What the fuck, Sehun?”
To his surprise, Jongin didn’t sound mad, or even angry-- just shocked. He didn’t answer. Stupid Jongin.
Jongin let out a huff and Sehun heard the telltale echo of footsteps walking away as the other cat left him alone. Sehun stayed there, curled up in the closet and surrounded by Kris’ atrocious wardrobe, for what seemed like hours. He knew he would be in deep shit when Kris returned home. He bit Jongin not just once-- but twice.
Sehun heard the subtle thud of the front door closing, and Kris’ cheerful greeting to Jongin. His ears twitched uncomfortably as he waited for Kris to come drag him out of the closet.
He didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later light was spilling over him from the open closet door while Kris stood in the doorway, looking down at him with a disappointed frown. Kris grabbed him by the forearm and pulled him out of the closet without saying a word; he didn’t have to. The fur on his ears and tails bristled, and he dragged his tail along the floor, but Kris didn’t care.
He was dragged to the living room where Jongin was curled up on the couch, watching some stupid show on TV and nursing his injured fingers.
“Apologize.” Kris commanded.
Sehun’s ears flattened and he shook his head. Then he looked at Jongin. Jongin looked so pitiful sitting on the couch, and he felt a (miniscule) wave of guilt wash over him.
“Fine,” he muttered. “I’m sorry that I bit you, Jongin. But just so you know, I still don’t like you.”
Jongin’s smile seemed to light up the whole room, blinding Sehun with its cheerfulness. Sehun grimaced, and had just begun to slink back to the closet to hide and wallow in self-pity when Kris grabbed him by the arm.
“Oh no you don’t,” Kris said, pulling him back in front of the couch. He nodded toward Jongin. “Give him a hug.”
Sehun looked at Kris like he was crazy. He wanted him to hug Jongin? Yeah, no. Never. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope.” Kris grinned, obviously delighted at his new method of torturing Sehun. “If you don’t hug him, then you don’t get the cupcakes I just bought from the store.”
Sehun’s eyes flickered over to box of chocolate cream cupcakes sitting on the kitchen counter. They were topped with what looked like a light, airy pink frosting, and they looked absolutely delicious. His stomach rumbled in anticipation. Sehun had to choose: hug Jongin and get cupcakes, or don’t hug Jongin and try and sneak a cupcake when Kris wasn’t looking?
It was probably easier to just hug Jongin, Sehun decided. “Fine.” He muttered, lips pulled down in a frown. He didn’t like this, not one bit. “I’ll hug him.”
In the end, he wasn’t the one who did the hugging. Jongin leapt off the couch at his words, and threw his arms around his neck, nuzzling the crook of his shoulder and neck with his nose. One of Jongin’s ears twitched, and tickled Sehun’s jaw.
“I knew you liked me,” Jongin purred, tightening his grip around Sehun’s neck.
Sehun wanted to respond, to say uh, no, I don’t like you or something along those lines, but he was just a little tiny bit distracted with the subtle, sweet scent of the other cat. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly he smelled like; he just knew that it was wonderfully intoxicating. And then it hit him - Jongin smelled like the inside of a candy store. Lollipops, a subtle whiff of rich chocolate, and cotton candy. Sehun knew that that combination of scents shouldn’t have worked well together, but it did.
His hands wrapped around Jongin of their own accord, and a momentary lapse of judgement had him burying his face in Jongin’s hair, inhaling deeply.
“See?” Kris said from somewhere behind him, “I knew you guys would like each other.”
“I don’t like him,” Sehun grumbled, rubbing his nose against the side of Jongin’s neck while the other cat’s sleek brown tail curled around his thigh.
“Yeah, I can see that.” Kris laughed, and then Sehun felt a large, warm hand pry him and Jongin apart. Sehun moved back reluctantly, and Kris shoved a cupcake into each of their hands, pushing them toward the couch. “Now sit. Play nice.” He grinned sheepishly, “I need to leave again because I forgot to get dinner while I was out.”
“Of course you did,” Sehun snorted.
He could feel the warmth of Jongin’s body pressed against his side, and Jongin’s tail wrapped around his thigh again, squeezing it gently. Sehun watched as his plump, pink lips parted just enough for Jongin’s tongue to taste the icing on the cupcake. He was so entranced by the way Jongin’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip that he didn’t notice Kris leaving.
“I still don’t like you.” Sehun muttered as he attempted to pry Jongin’s tail off of him with the one hand not holding his cupcake.
Jongin awkwardly fell forward once Sehun removed his tail from his thigh, and he face planted right onto Sehun’s cupcake with a subtle squish.
Sehun groaned and made a face. “Jongin!”
When Jongin lifted his head, all Sehun could see was pink. Pink frosting everywhere - on the tip of his nose, smeared across his cheeks, on his chin. Pink. Pink. Pink.
Jongin shifted his hips as though he were about to stand, but Sehun grabbed his arm and forced him to stay. He twisted on the couch, straddling the other cat with a huff.
“W-what are you doing?” Jongin asked, surprised.
Sehun leaned down and licked the icing off of the top of Jongin’s nose. “Since you obviously can’t take care of yourself, I’m cleaning you and your stupid, pretty face.”
He licked Jongin’s face again, lapping at the pink frosting covering his cheek. It was smooth and sweet, and Sehun decided that he liked it. The icing - not licking Jongin.
Jongin’s hands settled on Sehun’s waist and the elder relaxed, leaning back against the couch cushions. Sehun continued licking and licking and licking until all of the icing was gone, and then he kept licking. He didn’t want to stop.
“Sehun?” One of Jongin’s eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at Sehun, amused. “I’m pretty sure you got the last of the icing a while ago.”
“Shut up,” Sehun hissed, angrily swiping his tongue across Jongin’s cheek. He wiggled his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and paused when he realized that Jongin needed attention somewhere other than his face.
He wiggled his hips again to make sure that he wasn’t just imagining things, but Jongin’s flushed face and slight moan at the movement told him more than he ever needed to know.
“Oh my fucking god, Jongin.” Sehun pulled away slightly, resting one hand on the bulge in Jongin’s pants. “You’re hard.”
“I-it’s not my fault!” Jongin sputtered, covering his face with his hands. “You were the one licking me over and over again.”
“Yeah, well I didn’t expect that to turn you on,” Sehun retorted, pressing his palm down on Jongin’s cock through his jeans. He watched, entranced, as Jongin’s hips bucked upward and his hair fell across his face in messy strands.
“Will you,” Jongin groaned as Sehun’s tail trailed up his thigh and under his shirt, feeling the hot muscles there, “stop teasing.”
“Nope,” Sehun said, unbuttoning Jongin’s jeans and slipping his hand past the waistband of his underwear. He could feel the warmth of Jongin’s cock in his hands, the ripple of Jongin’s stomach under his tail, and he leaned forward to angrily nip at Jongin’s jaw. “This is payback for smelling so good.”
Jongin’s dark eyes narrowed for a moment before relaxing as Sehun’s hand began to move, “Oh my god, Sehun,” He breathed. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Sehun’s tongue swiped across the tip of Jongin’s nose again, “I wasn’t planning to.”
He grabbed the back of Jongin’s neck with his free hand, leaning forward the extra inch to bite down on his bottom lip hard enough to hear a slightly pained hiss escape Jongin’s mouth, but not hard enough to draw blood. He continued working his hand up and down Jongin’s length, an odd sense of accomplishment filling his chest whenever Jongin let out a particularly loud moan.
He pulled his hand away, resulting in a needy whine from Jongin that he ignored, hands reaching for the hem of Jongin’s shirt instead. Sehun yanked it off the other cat’s lean frame, admiring his golden chest before slipping his own shirt up and over his head.
Within seconds Jongin’s hands were all over him, exploring the sharp lines of his stomach with thinly veiled want. “You are… really beautiful,” he whispered, running a sharp claw from the center of his chest all the way down to his belly button.
Sehun shivered at the touch and frowned, knocking Jongin’s hand away. “Stop that. I’m here to take care of your little problem, but that doesn’t mean you can touch.”
“I want to touch.” Jongin protested, reaching for him again.
“No.”
“You are ridiculous.” Jongin said, crossing his arms with a huff.
“You still can’t touch.” Sehun retorted.
“Then why did you take your shirt off?”
Sehun was taken back. Why did he take his shirt off? “I, uh…” He narrowed his eyes at Jongin, who was smirking slightly. “Fine. You can touch. But only a little.”
Jongin immediately wrapped his arms around Sehun’s neck, dragging him down for a messy kiss that involved a lot of tongue and biting. Impatience took over Sehun and he lowered his mouth to Jongin’s chest, sucking and biting the flesh and leaving marks everywhere.
"S-shit, Sehun..." Jongin moaned when the younger cat grazed his right nipple lightly with his teeth. Sehun smirked and continued to play with him, teasing Jongin by flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud.
One of Jongin’s hands traveled down to palm Sehun through the rough fabric of his jeans even as Sehun continued to grind down on Jongin’s lap. Jongin made a strangled, frustrated groan and tried to lift his hips in an attempt to get more friction, and Sehun was so close to getting up and walking away just to make him mad.
His impatience and unexplainable need to touch Jongin outweighed everything else.The room was beginning to grow hot. Jongin's skin was warm, radiating heat that enveloped Sehun wholly and completely.
There was an burning in him; a light buzz that drifted across his skin, telling him that he needed more. He needed to feel Jongin all around him, to get a taste of his sweet heat. Sehun lightly pushed Jongin down until his back was flush with the cool cushions of the couch, and he bent down to lick a wet, hot stripe up Jongin's right cheek.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Sehun informed Jongin cheerfully, standing up momentarily to rid himself of his constricted pants. Jongin watched, interested, from the couch, and Sehun could feel the intense heat of his stare as Sehun kicked off his jeans.
"I can't wait," Jongin grinned, almost lazily. Sehun's left ear twitched at the comment.
Jongin's were next, and the elder lifted his hips off of the couch slightly so that Sehun could slip them off of his beautiful, dusky legs.The fading sunlight bathed the room in a champagne glow, bringing out the golden tones of Jongin's skin. He ran his claws down Jongin's muscular thighs, grinning as little white lines appeared against his skin.
Jongin hissed, bagging Sehun's hand away with a scowl. "Stop that."
Sehun didn't listen. He wrote his name on Jongin's inner thigh using the tip of his finger, leaving the pale characters etched upon his skin as Jongin wiggled underneath him, desperate for something more.
"Sehun," Jongin whined, his tail thumping against the side of the couch excitedly. "Hurry the fuck up."
"Why should I?" Sehun asked, breath fanning over Jongin's stomach as he traced his abs with his tongue. His fingers dipped under the waistband of Jongin's underwear, pulling them down until Jongin's cock was free from constraint. It curved perfectly toward his stomach, precome beading at the slit. "I don't like you."
"You're such a liar," Jongin retorted, whacking Sehun on the side of the head with the end of his tail.
"Shut up, Jongin." Sehun blindly reached a hand between the couch cushions, rooting past old socks and loose change for a spare packet of lube. He pulled one out. "Do you want me to fuck you or not?"
“Jeez, just fucking hurry up already,” Jongin hissed, whacking Sehun with his tail again. Sehun nipped at his tail lightly before lowering his mouth to Jongin’s stomach as he pressed the first slick finger in.
“Maybe if you weren’t so impatient, I would actually like you.” Sehun said, fingers buried in Jongin’s ass as the elder trembled underneath him, gasping for breath.
“As long as you fuck me, I don’t really care.” Jongin breathed, one hand carding through Sehun’s hair while the other gripped the edge of the couch.
Jongin’s fingers tightened almost painfully in Sehun’s hair as he sucked a dark bruise onto the flat surface of Jongin’s stomach. Sehun crooked the fingers inside of him, and Jongin’s resulting shudder of ecstasy sent a hot wave of anticipation coursing through his body.
Three fingers were seemingly more than enough for Jongin, and it wasn’t long before he whimpering and begging for Sehun to just fuck him already. Sehun was sorely tempted to continue teasing the other cat, but his cock was already so hard and he couldn’t wait.
His fingers slid across burning skin as he pushed into Jongin slowly. Jongin’s ragged moan filled Sehun’s ears, and he groaned when Jongin’s hips lifted slightly so that they were fully connected.
Sehun was hard-pressed to admit it, but Jongin really was beautiful, especially when he was all sweaty and spread out underneath him. The first thrust was gentle, testing the waters, but each consecutive snap of his hips was harder, fucking into Jongin deeper until he was a writhing, moaning mess on the couch cushions.
His eyes were squeezed shut, but his fingers were wrapped tightly around Sehun’s biceps. Sweat shimmered across Jongin’s chest, and Sehun bent down to lap at it as they rocked together. Jongin’s thighs clamped against Sehun’s sides, his heels digging into Sehun’s lower back to press him deeper as Jongin’s eyelids fluttered and his mouth hung open.
Jongin’s breathy pants and soft moans sent Sehun’s nerves on fire, and he reached between them to take Jongin’s cock in hand and stroke it in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take much for Jongin to spill across his hand and stomach, and Sehun captured his lips in a needy kiss until he felt his own climax approach. He came with a low groan that was muffled by Jongin’s mouth.
They ended up cuddling on the couch until Kris returned with buckets of chicken. Their owner took one look at the naked duo snuggling on the couch and grinned, “See? I knew you guys would get along.”
Sehun’s ears flattened and his eyes narrowed in disapproval, but his purr rumbled through the apartment. “I do not like him.”
For: thesockmonster
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3800 words
Summary: Sehun doesn’t like his owner’s new cat. At least, that’s what he tries to tell himself.
Warning(s): [Click]catboys
Notes: I had fun with this! And, I have a special surprise for you later <3
The last rays of sunshine filtered through the window of a clean, modern apartment, and a pool of light warmed the man half asleep on the couch. His tail flicked in contentment while he basked in the quickly fading sunlight.
His feline ears twitched at the sound of a key turning in the lock, and he sat up with a yawn, running his fingers through his pale blonde hair in an attempt to push it out of his eyes.
Finally, Kris was home from work. Sehun stood up, stretched out his limbs, and started to walk towards the door with a sleepy smile plastered on his face. That was when Kris entered the apartment. With another cat.
Sehun froze.
“Sehun!” Kris exclaimed, obviously elated. “Come look at the newest member of our family.”
He stepped aside to reveal a cat hybrid just like Sehun. His hair, dark and lustrous, had a sheen like fine hardwood. But that comparison wasn't really fair, Sehun supposed. Hardwood didn't swish gently like the newcomer's hair did, swaying with the words as he spoke.
It didn't matter. Sehun hated him.
“Hello,” he waved, looking at the ground, abashed. “I'm Jongin.” He looked up then, and stared into Sehun's eyes. There was a glimmer of hope reflected in those bright orbs, and Sehun's tail bristled.
“What?” Sehun hissed, glaring at Jongin with unbridled hatred.
He was not happy. Not happy at all. For the past few years, it had just been him and Kris. His owner was caring and always took care of Sehun the best he could, and Sehun relished all of the love and attention the elder would spoil him with. And now, all of a sudden, he was expected to share Kris with someone else? No, he was not happy in the slightest.
“I brought you someone to keep you company while I'm at work.” Kris frowned, and furrowed his eyebrows. “Aren't you happy?”
“Get that... thing out of my house.” Sehun seethed. He flinched when Jongin took a step forward, almost as though he wanted to go and comfort him, but the blond wasn't having any of that. He spun around and ran to the master bedroom, where he locked himself in the spacious walk-in closet.
The lights were off, but that didn't matter. Sehun's vision was crystal clear, and the temptation to shred Kris' favorite pink and green plaid shirt out of revenge was strong, but he managed to dig his claws into the carpet to restrain himself (even if the shirt in question was ugly as hell).
Two sets of footsteps sounded from outside the closet door. It wavered a little, as though someone had placed a hand on the wood.
“Is... is he mad at me?” Jongin's voice carried from the master bedroom, and Sehun backed himself into the corner of the closet, surrounded by thick coats and t-shirts. He bared his canines in a silent hiss.
Kris chuckled. “Oh, no. Don't worry, Sehun is just... temperamental.”
Temperamental?
… Temperamental?
Oh, Sehun would show him temperamental.
Jongin spoke again, and Sehun resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Oh, alright. I really hope we can become friends...”
Friends? With Jongin? Hah. No way in hell. Who did this guy think he was anyways, to come into his perfectly happy life as Kris' pet and turn his whole world upside down?
His internal rant was interrupted by Kris.
“It'll be fine, Jongin. Stay in the apartment and I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to go and get us all some dinner and it'll hopefully give Sehun a chance to calm down a little bit. Is there anything in particular that you would like?”
“Chicken, please,” Jongin chirped. Sehun could imagine him outside the door, grinning up at Kris with a goofy smile. He wanted to tear that grin off of his ridiculously handsome face. Wait-- not handsome. Jongin was not handsome. Not at all.
“Alright!” Kris laughed, and Sehun heard him retreat from the bedroom. It was a few seconds later when he heard Kris shut the front door.
The closet door rattled softly, and Sehun watched through narrowed eyes as Jongin's shadow moved around from under the crack in the frame.
“Sehun?” Jongin was on his hands and knees then, and the door shook as he lightly pawed at the wood. “Sehun, can you hear me?”
“Shut up, and go away,” he hissed.
Slender fingers appeared in the inch between the bottom of the door and the floor.
“Sehun,” Jongin mewled, pathetically. “Please don't be upset. Let's be friends!”
Sehun agilely dropped to the floor on his own hands and knees, without making a sound. He crawled over to the door, where Jongin was still trying to wiggle his arm underneath the frame.
Sehun was really tempted to lick Jongin's fingers. Really, really tempted. He didn't understand why, either, but his tongue darted out of its own accord and scraped along the other cat's index finger. Jongin froze.
“Sehun?” His voice was filled with hope, and rage coursed through Sehun's veins. He didn’t like Jongin, and he sure as hell didn’t want him getting the idea that they could be… friends or something like that.
So he bit him.
Jongin softly cried out in pain and pulled his hand out from under the door. "What the hell?"
Sehun smirked, surrounded by the inky darkness of the closet. "I don't like you." His smirk turned into a petulant pout. "You're taking Kris away from me."
Jongin laughed. “No, I’m not. I’m sharing Kris with you.” He sat with his back against the closet door. “Besides, Kris was my owner first.”
Jongin was insane-- Sehun was sure of it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Jongin’s voice was thoughtful. “That’s just like him, to be honest. He’s so forgetful.”
Sehun was taken back. He was right - Kris was pretty forgetful. One time he left a casserole in the oven, forgot it was there and went to go pick up something for dinner only to return to a soot covered Sehun and a burnt beyond recognition broccoli and cheese casserole. Another time he took Sehun to the park to let out some of the blond’s seemingly endless energy. Then he left to go get some water. And didn’t return for four hours. When he did come back, he was holding two paper cups of coffee and mumbling apologies with pink cheeks.
“How did you know that?” There was a hint of suspicion in his tone; he still couldn’t be sure whether Jongin was making stuff up or not.
“I belonged to his parents, actually. But, Kris and I grew up together. We’re practically family.”
Sehun frowned. “If you belonged to his parents, then why are you here now?”
Jongin’s voice was soft. Regretful. “They couldn’t take care of me anymore. Kris said he had a cat at home that he didn’t want getting lonely while he was at work, and it all just seemed so perfect. I was really excited to come here and meet you, you know.”
“Oh.” Sehun didn’t know how to respond.
Jongin laughed and wiggled his fingers back under the door frame. “Friends?”
“Nope.” Sehun bit him again (but not before giving those beautiful fingers another lick because hot damn. He might not like Jongin, but he sure did like the way he felt under his tongue).
Jongin hissed and scrambled backward, bumping into something with a loud thud. “What the fuck, Sehun?”
To his surprise, Jongin didn’t sound mad, or even angry-- just shocked. He didn’t answer. Stupid Jongin.
Jongin let out a huff and Sehun heard the telltale echo of footsteps walking away as the other cat left him alone. Sehun stayed there, curled up in the closet and surrounded by Kris’ atrocious wardrobe, for what seemed like hours. He knew he would be in deep shit when Kris returned home. He bit Jongin not just once-- but twice.
Sehun heard the subtle thud of the front door closing, and Kris’ cheerful greeting to Jongin. His ears twitched uncomfortably as he waited for Kris to come drag him out of the closet.
He didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later light was spilling over him from the open closet door while Kris stood in the doorway, looking down at him with a disappointed frown. Kris grabbed him by the forearm and pulled him out of the closet without saying a word; he didn’t have to. The fur on his ears and tails bristled, and he dragged his tail along the floor, but Kris didn’t care.
He was dragged to the living room where Jongin was curled up on the couch, watching some stupid show on TV and nursing his injured fingers.
“Apologize.” Kris commanded.
Sehun’s ears flattened and he shook his head. Then he looked at Jongin. Jongin looked so pitiful sitting on the couch, and he felt a (miniscule) wave of guilt wash over him.
“Fine,” he muttered. “I’m sorry that I bit you, Jongin. But just so you know, I still don’t like you.”
Jongin’s smile seemed to light up the whole room, blinding Sehun with its cheerfulness. Sehun grimaced, and had just begun to slink back to the closet to hide and wallow in self-pity when Kris grabbed him by the arm.
“Oh no you don’t,” Kris said, pulling him back in front of the couch. He nodded toward Jongin. “Give him a hug.”
Sehun looked at Kris like he was crazy. He wanted him to hug Jongin? Yeah, no. Never. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope.” Kris grinned, obviously delighted at his new method of torturing Sehun. “If you don’t hug him, then you don’t get the cupcakes I just bought from the store.”
Sehun’s eyes flickered over to box of chocolate cream cupcakes sitting on the kitchen counter. They were topped with what looked like a light, airy pink frosting, and they looked absolutely delicious. His stomach rumbled in anticipation. Sehun had to choose: hug Jongin and get cupcakes, or don’t hug Jongin and try and sneak a cupcake when Kris wasn’t looking?
It was probably easier to just hug Jongin, Sehun decided. “Fine.” He muttered, lips pulled down in a frown. He didn’t like this, not one bit. “I’ll hug him.”
In the end, he wasn’t the one who did the hugging. Jongin leapt off the couch at his words, and threw his arms around his neck, nuzzling the crook of his shoulder and neck with his nose. One of Jongin’s ears twitched, and tickled Sehun’s jaw.
“I knew you liked me,” Jongin purred, tightening his grip around Sehun’s neck.
Sehun wanted to respond, to say uh, no, I don’t like you or something along those lines, but he was just a little tiny bit distracted with the subtle, sweet scent of the other cat. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly he smelled like; he just knew that it was wonderfully intoxicating. And then it hit him - Jongin smelled like the inside of a candy store. Lollipops, a subtle whiff of rich chocolate, and cotton candy. Sehun knew that that combination of scents shouldn’t have worked well together, but it did.
His hands wrapped around Jongin of their own accord, and a momentary lapse of judgement had him burying his face in Jongin’s hair, inhaling deeply.
“See?” Kris said from somewhere behind him, “I knew you guys would like each other.”
“I don’t like him,” Sehun grumbled, rubbing his nose against the side of Jongin’s neck while the other cat’s sleek brown tail curled around his thigh.
“Yeah, I can see that.” Kris laughed, and then Sehun felt a large, warm hand pry him and Jongin apart. Sehun moved back reluctantly, and Kris shoved a cupcake into each of their hands, pushing them toward the couch. “Now sit. Play nice.” He grinned sheepishly, “I need to leave again because I forgot to get dinner while I was out.”
“Of course you did,” Sehun snorted.
He could feel the warmth of Jongin’s body pressed against his side, and Jongin’s tail wrapped around his thigh again, squeezing it gently. Sehun watched as his plump, pink lips parted just enough for Jongin’s tongue to taste the icing on the cupcake. He was so entranced by the way Jongin’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip that he didn’t notice Kris leaving.
“I still don’t like you.” Sehun muttered as he attempted to pry Jongin’s tail off of him with the one hand not holding his cupcake.
Jongin awkwardly fell forward once Sehun removed his tail from his thigh, and he face planted right onto Sehun’s cupcake with a subtle squish.
Sehun groaned and made a face. “Jongin!”
When Jongin lifted his head, all Sehun could see was pink. Pink frosting everywhere - on the tip of his nose, smeared across his cheeks, on his chin. Pink. Pink. Pink.
Jongin shifted his hips as though he were about to stand, but Sehun grabbed his arm and forced him to stay. He twisted on the couch, straddling the other cat with a huff.
“W-what are you doing?” Jongin asked, surprised.
Sehun leaned down and licked the icing off of the top of Jongin’s nose. “Since you obviously can’t take care of yourself, I’m cleaning you and your stupid, pretty face.”
He licked Jongin’s face again, lapping at the pink frosting covering his cheek. It was smooth and sweet, and Sehun decided that he liked it. The icing - not licking Jongin.
Jongin’s hands settled on Sehun’s waist and the elder relaxed, leaning back against the couch cushions. Sehun continued licking and licking and licking until all of the icing was gone, and then he kept licking. He didn’t want to stop.
“Sehun?” One of Jongin’s eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at Sehun, amused. “I’m pretty sure you got the last of the icing a while ago.”
“Shut up,” Sehun hissed, angrily swiping his tongue across Jongin’s cheek. He wiggled his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and paused when he realized that Jongin needed attention somewhere other than his face.
He wiggled his hips again to make sure that he wasn’t just imagining things, but Jongin’s flushed face and slight moan at the movement told him more than he ever needed to know.
“Oh my fucking god, Jongin.” Sehun pulled away slightly, resting one hand on the bulge in Jongin’s pants. “You’re hard.”
“I-it’s not my fault!” Jongin sputtered, covering his face with his hands. “You were the one licking me over and over again.”
“Yeah, well I didn’t expect that to turn you on,” Sehun retorted, pressing his palm down on Jongin’s cock through his jeans. He watched, entranced, as Jongin’s hips bucked upward and his hair fell across his face in messy strands.
“Will you,” Jongin groaned as Sehun’s tail trailed up his thigh and under his shirt, feeling the hot muscles there, “stop teasing.”
“Nope,” Sehun said, unbuttoning Jongin’s jeans and slipping his hand past the waistband of his underwear. He could feel the warmth of Jongin’s cock in his hands, the ripple of Jongin’s stomach under his tail, and he leaned forward to angrily nip at Jongin’s jaw. “This is payback for smelling so good.”
Jongin’s dark eyes narrowed for a moment before relaxing as Sehun’s hand began to move, “Oh my god, Sehun,” He breathed. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Sehun’s tongue swiped across the tip of Jongin’s nose again, “I wasn’t planning to.”
He grabbed the back of Jongin’s neck with his free hand, leaning forward the extra inch to bite down on his bottom lip hard enough to hear a slightly pained hiss escape Jongin’s mouth, but not hard enough to draw blood. He continued working his hand up and down Jongin’s length, an odd sense of accomplishment filling his chest whenever Jongin let out a particularly loud moan.
He pulled his hand away, resulting in a needy whine from Jongin that he ignored, hands reaching for the hem of Jongin’s shirt instead. Sehun yanked it off the other cat’s lean frame, admiring his golden chest before slipping his own shirt up and over his head.
Within seconds Jongin’s hands were all over him, exploring the sharp lines of his stomach with thinly veiled want. “You are… really beautiful,” he whispered, running a sharp claw from the center of his chest all the way down to his belly button.
Sehun shivered at the touch and frowned, knocking Jongin’s hand away. “Stop that. I’m here to take care of your little problem, but that doesn’t mean you can touch.”
“I want to touch.” Jongin protested, reaching for him again.
“No.”
“You are ridiculous.” Jongin said, crossing his arms with a huff.
“You still can’t touch.” Sehun retorted.
“Then why did you take your shirt off?”
Sehun was taken back. Why did he take his shirt off? “I, uh…” He narrowed his eyes at Jongin, who was smirking slightly. “Fine. You can touch. But only a little.”
Jongin immediately wrapped his arms around Sehun’s neck, dragging him down for a messy kiss that involved a lot of tongue and biting. Impatience took over Sehun and he lowered his mouth to Jongin’s chest, sucking and biting the flesh and leaving marks everywhere.
"S-shit, Sehun..." Jongin moaned when the younger cat grazed his right nipple lightly with his teeth. Sehun smirked and continued to play with him, teasing Jongin by flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud.
One of Jongin’s hands traveled down to palm Sehun through the rough fabric of his jeans even as Sehun continued to grind down on Jongin’s lap. Jongin made a strangled, frustrated groan and tried to lift his hips in an attempt to get more friction, and Sehun was so close to getting up and walking away just to make him mad.
His impatience and unexplainable need to touch Jongin outweighed everything else.The room was beginning to grow hot. Jongin's skin was warm, radiating heat that enveloped Sehun wholly and completely.
There was an burning in him; a light buzz that drifted across his skin, telling him that he needed more. He needed to feel Jongin all around him, to get a taste of his sweet heat. Sehun lightly pushed Jongin down until his back was flush with the cool cushions of the couch, and he bent down to lick a wet, hot stripe up Jongin's right cheek.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Sehun informed Jongin cheerfully, standing up momentarily to rid himself of his constricted pants. Jongin watched, interested, from the couch, and Sehun could feel the intense heat of his stare as Sehun kicked off his jeans.
"I can't wait," Jongin grinned, almost lazily. Sehun's left ear twitched at the comment.
Jongin's were next, and the elder lifted his hips off of the couch slightly so that Sehun could slip them off of his beautiful, dusky legs.The fading sunlight bathed the room in a champagne glow, bringing out the golden tones of Jongin's skin. He ran his claws down Jongin's muscular thighs, grinning as little white lines appeared against his skin.
Jongin hissed, bagging Sehun's hand away with a scowl. "Stop that."
Sehun didn't listen. He wrote his name on Jongin's inner thigh using the tip of his finger, leaving the pale characters etched upon his skin as Jongin wiggled underneath him, desperate for something more.
"Sehun," Jongin whined, his tail thumping against the side of the couch excitedly. "Hurry the fuck up."
"Why should I?" Sehun asked, breath fanning over Jongin's stomach as he traced his abs with his tongue. His fingers dipped under the waistband of Jongin's underwear, pulling them down until Jongin's cock was free from constraint. It curved perfectly toward his stomach, precome beading at the slit. "I don't like you."
"You're such a liar," Jongin retorted, whacking Sehun on the side of the head with the end of his tail.
"Shut up, Jongin." Sehun blindly reached a hand between the couch cushions, rooting past old socks and loose change for a spare packet of lube. He pulled one out. "Do you want me to fuck you or not?"
“Jeez, just fucking hurry up already,” Jongin hissed, whacking Sehun with his tail again. Sehun nipped at his tail lightly before lowering his mouth to Jongin’s stomach as he pressed the first slick finger in.
“Maybe if you weren’t so impatient, I would actually like you.” Sehun said, fingers buried in Jongin’s ass as the elder trembled underneath him, gasping for breath.
“As long as you fuck me, I don’t really care.” Jongin breathed, one hand carding through Sehun’s hair while the other gripped the edge of the couch.
Jongin’s fingers tightened almost painfully in Sehun’s hair as he sucked a dark bruise onto the flat surface of Jongin’s stomach. Sehun crooked the fingers inside of him, and Jongin’s resulting shudder of ecstasy sent a hot wave of anticipation coursing through his body.
Three fingers were seemingly more than enough for Jongin, and it wasn’t long before he whimpering and begging for Sehun to just fuck him already. Sehun was sorely tempted to continue teasing the other cat, but his cock was already so hard and he couldn’t wait.
His fingers slid across burning skin as he pushed into Jongin slowly. Jongin’s ragged moan filled Sehun’s ears, and he groaned when Jongin’s hips lifted slightly so that they were fully connected.
Sehun was hard-pressed to admit it, but Jongin really was beautiful, especially when he was all sweaty and spread out underneath him. The first thrust was gentle, testing the waters, but each consecutive snap of his hips was harder, fucking into Jongin deeper until he was a writhing, moaning mess on the couch cushions.
His eyes were squeezed shut, but his fingers were wrapped tightly around Sehun’s biceps. Sweat shimmered across Jongin’s chest, and Sehun bent down to lap at it as they rocked together. Jongin’s thighs clamped against Sehun’s sides, his heels digging into Sehun’s lower back to press him deeper as Jongin’s eyelids fluttered and his mouth hung open.
Jongin’s breathy pants and soft moans sent Sehun’s nerves on fire, and he reached between them to take Jongin’s cock in hand and stroke it in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take much for Jongin to spill across his hand and stomach, and Sehun captured his lips in a needy kiss until he felt his own climax approach. He came with a low groan that was muffled by Jongin’s mouth.
They ended up cuddling on the couch until Kris returned with buckets of chicken. Their owner took one look at the naked duo snuggling on the couch and grinned, “See? I knew you guys would get along.”
Sehun’s ears flattened and his eyes narrowed in disapproval, but his purr rumbled through the apartment. “I do not like him.”