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rating: r
length:985 words
pairing: jongin/kyungsoo
summary: kyungsoo cleans jongin.
notes: vivien dropped me this prompt
“How did you get like this, Jongin? You’re filthy,” Kyungsoo scolds, as soon as Jongin steps in the living room. He lowers his head, a bit ashamed and mutters an “I’m very sorry,” as Kyungsoo grabs him by his collar dragging him to the bathroom. Jongin lets out a small whimper but regrets it when a not at all friendly gaze is sent in his direction.
“I told you to not go play with that Sehun, he always gets you into trouble. And by proxy, get’s me, into trouble as well,” he keeps saying, as he makes Jongin sit on the edge of the bathtub and grabs a towel from the cabinet.
“I said I’m sorry,” Jongin tries again, this time a bit louder and making eye contact with the wide eyed one in the room.
Kyungsoo is a black cat with beautiful golden eyes that are only a light brown at the moment (something Jongin is rather thankful for, because that means he is not really mad at him). He takes care of Jongin since they were homeless kids, and he is always complaining that Jongin never really stopped being a kid, he just isn’t homeless anymore.
“I know you’re sorry,” Kyungsoo sighs and motions to Jongin to take of his mud stained clothes, “but that doesn’t mean you’ll stop playing with him, right?”
“Are you jealous?” Jongin can’t control his feline tongue, and teases, defying eyes glued to Kyungsoo’s.
“Shut up. Of course I’m not jealous,” Kyungsoo looks away when the other starts undressing, but he obviously has seen the younger naked a thousand times, so Jongin guesses he must, indeed, be jealous and that’s why he’s avoiding eye contact.
Jongin giggles but he shouldn’t have, because next thing he knows, he is shoved on the bathtub, with an obviously mad Kyungsoo on top of him. He is so surprised; he can feel himself shifting, before he can stop the process. Kyungsoo, on the other hand, is already halfway through his shifting; long black tail swishing quickly behind him. His ears are also in full display and his claws are buried in Jongin’s shoulder causing him to hiss at the other, out of pure instinct.
“Don’t you mess with me, Kim Jongin,” Kyungsoo says between small sharp teeth.
“I was just…” Jongin doesn’t finish the sentence, because he’s taken by surprise (again), by a prickly tongue dragging along the side of his face. “Whoa…what do you think you’re doing?
Kyungsoo is facing him again, pupils dilated and irises gone full golden. He doesn’t answer Jongin, he simply leans forward again and licks the other side of Jongin’s face.
“I’m cleaning you,” he whispers terribly close to the younger’s ears, sending shivers down his spine and some other places too.
“You… I-I thought you were going to give me a bath. T-that’s what you always do,” He manages to mumble the words, even though it’s the hardest thing right now, with Kyungsoo’s tongue licking his way through his naked sweaty collar-bones and neck and chest.
Kyungsoo finally stops for a moment, and Jongin uses the time to take a deep breath and exhale the air trapped in his lungs.
“I’m punishing you,” Kyungsoo says, and he is not mad anymore, in fact, he seems relaxed. He is sitting up straight, in that signature way of his; tail lowered and tip curved up. The only peculiar thing is that he’s sitting on top of Jongin, legs parted to fit the other’s body in between them. “I’m punishing you with a real cat cleaning session.”
Jongin snorts and shifts a little, trying to get up because it’s a very uncomfortable position. He is well aware his ears are showing, tail between his legs; he’s in full cat-mode and not happy about it. But Kyungsoo doesn’t seem to mind at all, and doesn’t even spare a second glance before starting to lick Jongin’s chest. His tongue feels warm and humid against Jongin’s hot skin and he tries for the love of all the cat gods not to moan. He fights the urge to touch Kyungsoo, to run a hand through his hair or encourage the other, because that is supposed to be a punishment and he shouldn’t be enjoying it so much.
He hates being cleaned like that, and that’s because it feels so good but it’s nothing but a normal thing between cats - or at least, it’s supposed to be normal. And Kyungsoo knows it. Kyungsoo is well aware of how aroused and hot Jongin feels right now, how painfully his cock is throbbing and how hard he’s trying to not let out any sounds escape his mouth.
Kyungsoo is slow and careful not to leave any unclean spots along Jongin’s torso. He drags his tongue from Jongin’s waistline to his stomach skillfully, leaving no trace of saliva, because he’s very good at this. He takes a little longer in the area surrounding his navel, circling it about a dozen times before he is satisfied and Jongin is a panting mess.
When he finally stops, Jongin stops biting his bottom lip and lets out a heavy sigh, opening his eyes. “Are you done?”
“Did you learn your lesson?” Arms crossed and a questioning look, Kyungsoo is obviously trying to ignore Jongin’s erection pressing against his thigh. Jongin wants to laugh, but he knows better.
“Yes, I did,” he answers instead, “hyung,” he adds quickly and Kyungsoo is already getting up and shoving his shirt in Jongin’s direction.
“Next time, we’ll have Sehun cleaning you up,” he reaches for the door, opening it and Jongin is staring at his back. His tail is gone but his ears twitch a little at the sound of Jongin getting up from the tub. “The two of us, actually, so you better behave yourself.”
Kyungsoo leaves, closing the door on his way out leaving a still slightly disappointed Jongin behind.
length:985 words
pairing: jongin/kyungsoo
summary: kyungsoo cleans jongin.
notes: vivien dropped me this prompt
“How did you get like this, Jongin? You’re filthy,” Kyungsoo scolds, as soon as Jongin steps in the living room. He lowers his head, a bit ashamed and mutters an “I’m very sorry,” as Kyungsoo grabs him by his collar dragging him to the bathroom. Jongin lets out a small whimper but regrets it when a not at all friendly gaze is sent in his direction.
“I told you to not go play with that Sehun, he always gets you into trouble. And by proxy, get’s me, into trouble as well,” he keeps saying, as he makes Jongin sit on the edge of the bathtub and grabs a towel from the cabinet.
“I said I’m sorry,” Jongin tries again, this time a bit louder and making eye contact with the wide eyed one in the room.
Kyungsoo is a black cat with beautiful golden eyes that are only a light brown at the moment (something Jongin is rather thankful for, because that means he is not really mad at him). He takes care of Jongin since they were homeless kids, and he is always complaining that Jongin never really stopped being a kid, he just isn’t homeless anymore.
“I know you’re sorry,” Kyungsoo sighs and motions to Jongin to take of his mud stained clothes, “but that doesn’t mean you’ll stop playing with him, right?”
“Are you jealous?” Jongin can’t control his feline tongue, and teases, defying eyes glued to Kyungsoo’s.
“Shut up. Of course I’m not jealous,” Kyungsoo looks away when the other starts undressing, but he obviously has seen the younger naked a thousand times, so Jongin guesses he must, indeed, be jealous and that’s why he’s avoiding eye contact.
Jongin giggles but he shouldn’t have, because next thing he knows, he is shoved on the bathtub, with an obviously mad Kyungsoo on top of him. He is so surprised; he can feel himself shifting, before he can stop the process. Kyungsoo, on the other hand, is already halfway through his shifting; long black tail swishing quickly behind him. His ears are also in full display and his claws are buried in Jongin’s shoulder causing him to hiss at the other, out of pure instinct.
“Don’t you mess with me, Kim Jongin,” Kyungsoo says between small sharp teeth.
“I was just…” Jongin doesn’t finish the sentence, because he’s taken by surprise (again), by a prickly tongue dragging along the side of his face. “Whoa…what do you think you’re doing?
Kyungsoo is facing him again, pupils dilated and irises gone full golden. He doesn’t answer Jongin, he simply leans forward again and licks the other side of Jongin’s face.
“I’m cleaning you,” he whispers terribly close to the younger’s ears, sending shivers down his spine and some other places too.
“You… I-I thought you were going to give me a bath. T-that’s what you always do,” He manages to mumble the words, even though it’s the hardest thing right now, with Kyungsoo’s tongue licking his way through his naked sweaty collar-bones and neck and chest.
Kyungsoo finally stops for a moment, and Jongin uses the time to take a deep breath and exhale the air trapped in his lungs.
“I’m punishing you,” Kyungsoo says, and he is not mad anymore, in fact, he seems relaxed. He is sitting up straight, in that signature way of his; tail lowered and tip curved up. The only peculiar thing is that he’s sitting on top of Jongin, legs parted to fit the other’s body in between them. “I’m punishing you with a real cat cleaning session.”
Jongin snorts and shifts a little, trying to get up because it’s a very uncomfortable position. He is well aware his ears are showing, tail between his legs; he’s in full cat-mode and not happy about it. But Kyungsoo doesn’t seem to mind at all, and doesn’t even spare a second glance before starting to lick Jongin’s chest. His tongue feels warm and humid against Jongin’s hot skin and he tries for the love of all the cat gods not to moan. He fights the urge to touch Kyungsoo, to run a hand through his hair or encourage the other, because that is supposed to be a punishment and he shouldn’t be enjoying it so much.
He hates being cleaned like that, and that’s because it feels so good but it’s nothing but a normal thing between cats - or at least, it’s supposed to be normal. And Kyungsoo knows it. Kyungsoo is well aware of how aroused and hot Jongin feels right now, how painfully his cock is throbbing and how hard he’s trying to not let out any sounds escape his mouth.
Kyungsoo is slow and careful not to leave any unclean spots along Jongin’s torso. He drags his tongue from Jongin’s waistline to his stomach skillfully, leaving no trace of saliva, because he’s very good at this. He takes a little longer in the area surrounding his navel, circling it about a dozen times before he is satisfied and Jongin is a panting mess.
When he finally stops, Jongin stops biting his bottom lip and lets out a heavy sigh, opening his eyes. “Are you done?”
“Did you learn your lesson?” Arms crossed and a questioning look, Kyungsoo is obviously trying to ignore Jongin’s erection pressing against his thigh. Jongin wants to laugh, but he knows better.
“Yes, I did,” he answers instead, “hyung,” he adds quickly and Kyungsoo is already getting up and shoving his shirt in Jongin’s direction.
“Next time, we’ll have Sehun cleaning you up,” he reaches for the door, opening it and Jongin is staring at his back. His tail is gone but his ears twitch a little at the sound of Jongin getting up from the tub. “The two of us, actually, so you better behave yourself.”
Kyungsoo leaves, closing the door on his way out leaving a still slightly disappointed Jongin behind.