Joon the Cat 5/5
Title: Joon the Cat (5/5)
Author: seekin4therapy
Pairing: Joon/Rain
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: The final surprise for Rain's birthday isn't something he ever expected.
Author's Notes: Final chapter of the series. Thank you to all of you who followed the story this far, I hope you enjoyed my first attempts at writing smut :D
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Jihoon stumbled dazedly towards the bedroom, mind still reeling in a post-orgasmic haze. He teetered to a halt outside the bathroom door however when a muffled noise drifted out. Glancing around quickly, he quietly crept forward and pressed his hear against the smooth wood. Squeaky mewls met his ear, interspersed with gasped ‘oh!’s and ‘ah!’s. Jihoon whipped his head away from the door, glaring at it as though it would magically open and let him see what was taking place on the other side. A loud thump had Rain backing rapidly away from the door, practically running towards the bedroom in fear; Joon could be quite vindictive when his plans were spoiled.
Hastily making his way towards the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief when he was at last firmly seated on the soft mattress. Arranging the various pillows to his liking (Joon was very much a cuddle bug and liked having soft pillows to hold when Jihoon was away), Jihoon settled himself back to wait on his lover, the anticipation for his surprise growing steadily the longer he sat there. After what felt like hours (which in reality was only a couple of minutes), he heard soft footsteps coming towards the room, and a moment later a large brown eye peeked out at him from around the doorway.
“Hyung? Are you ready for your last surprise?”
Jihoon nodded silently, and the almond shaped eye squinted in glee before disappearing back around the doorframe. Jihoon made a move to get up, thinking Joon wanted him to follow, but his motion was arrested when a long, graceful leg seductively appeared from around the frame, slender foot gliding in intricate patterns before coming to rest delicately on the floor. This was soon followed by a muscular arm, extended in an elegant arch, following the same pattern the foot had dictated before. And then, with Jihoon gaping insensibly at the display all the while, a lightly tanned, toned, completely naked body appeared, rolling in smooth motions to a beat only the dancer could hear.
Those striking eyes smoldered, drawing Jihoon in like a moth to a flame. The downy cat ears rested firmly atop the chestnut locks, giving the beautiful boy and even more exotic look as the thick pink lips stretched into a seductive simper. The chiseled pecs flexed and heaved as the boy danced, and erect pink nipples were tight with lust. The diamond stud flashed and sparkled as Joon danced, hips moving in a way that reminded Jihoon of sex, or at least as close as it could get without actually having him- that is, his cock- involved. His lover’s partially erect cock was bobbing along with his movements, and even through lust glazed eyes Jihoon still caught sight of the soft leather cock ring that Joon was wearing, which only served to arouse him further. As his eyes drifted lower, a flash of something dark made him do a double take, and when his lover spun around, Jihoon choked on the saliva that had been gathering at the delicious sight.
‘That-that-that is a fucking tail!’ Jihoon thought frantically to himself. How in the name of all that is holy did his lover suddenly have a tail? His mind was so flooded with desire that he couldn’t wrap his thoughts around the idea.
“J-Joon… how…?” He trailed off, completely losing his train of thought when Joon strutted over to him and brought his arms around Rain’s shoulders, hips still swaying in that tantalizing rhythm. Joon quirked an eyebrow in question, before understanding overtook his face and he grinned naughtily. “How do I have a tail?”
Jihoon nodded dumbly; entranced by the way a small pink tongue had come out to run slowly, ever so slowly, along a full lower lip. Joon chuckled, unwinding his arms from around broad shoulders, and turned around, placing a smoothly muscled back towards his stunned boyfriend. With a twist of his hips that had Jihoon groaning aloud, he bent over leisurely, offering his backside to Rain’s gaze as an explanation. And explain it did; protruding from between firm round cheeks was a soft, black cat’s tail, that was firmly attached to a rather large black dildo. Jihoon’s eyes fastened onto the sight of the pink hole being filled with the imitation cock, and one fancies they could physically hear the ‘snap’ of Jihoon’s patience breaking. There was a swirl of motion, a loud squawk from Joon, and the result was Jihoon lying flat on his back, hands gripping slim hips tightly, with Joon firmly planted on his lap.
“So this is what you were getting up to in the bathroom,” Jihoon growled, grabbing a handful of firm round flesh and squeezing. Joon giggled, turning his head to peer over his shoulder at Jihoon shyly.
“Yup! Do you like it~?”
“Oh, I more than like it,” came the rejoinder, a sharp smack to one buttock following soon after.
“Ow! Hyung! That still hurts from earlier!”
Jihoon could do nothing more than snicker at the glare his boyfriend gave him; Joon looked like a kitten that’s fur had been ruffled the wrong way. Pouting grumpily, Joon ground down on Jihoon’s erection in retaliation, smirking at the way his lover instantly quieted. Another smack to his sore bottom however startled another squeak out of him, and he once again pouted as the man below him laughed in amusement.
“Oh!” Joon perked up suddenly, and if he had control over the tail it would have been standing up in excitement. “I just remembered the other part of your surprise!”
Jihoon watched curiously as Joon scrambled off his lap, propping himself up on his elbows to watch the shapely backside wiggle about as the upper half of Joon’s body dangled over the bed, rummaging around underneath it for some hidden object. The long black tail hung between the smooth thighs, and Jihoon, though it knew it not to be so, felt as if he had never been more turned on in his life. Little did he know he would soon be retracting that thought.
Joon gave a shout of victory and sat back on his folded legs, a can of something clasped tightly in his hands. He turned towards Jihoon, and the innocent kitten was suddenly a seductive lynx, crawling towards the reclining man on all fours with heavily lidded eyes. Settling once again into Jihoon’s lap, this time facing him, Joon held out the object he had retrieved from under the bed. Jihoon read the label, and felt his cock twitch in response. His boyfriend was offering him a can full of chocolate mousse.
“It’s your birthday, hyung,” Joon murmured, trailing a finger deliberately down the other’s chest. “You can do whatever you want with your- present.”
Jihoon didn’t need to be told twice. Another swirl of motion, and he was now hovering above Joon, pressing the other flat into the mattress. Joon grinned, and did a slow writhe, spreading his legs in invitation.
“Open me, Jihoon.”
With a harsh groan, Jihoon leaned forward and captured the swollen lips, thrusting his tongue into that warm mouth, twining it in a playful dance with the other. Sucking lightly at the small pink tongue, one hand ran through midnight locks while the other shook the can of mousse vigorously. Pulling back due to lack of hair, Jihoon panted as he gazed down at Joon, who was of course not even winded. Giving the sultry face a smirking smile, he positioned the can above one pink bud on the other’s chest, and squeezed the nozzle.
The mousse coated the nub in a light froth, and Joon shivered at the sensation. With a predatory glance up at the other’s face, Jihoon swooped down and fastened his mouth over the nipple, enjoying the chocolate taste mixed with a flavor that was unique to his lover as well as the sharp cry of pleasure that came from above his head. Flicking at the hardened nub with the point of his tongue, he coated the other one with the mousse, listening to the aroused exclamations coming from his lover and feeling him writhe in abandon underneath him. He gave one final suck to the now swollen bud, and then mouthed a wet path across the defined chest to the other one, latching onto it with as much fervor as he did with the first, startling another gasping cry from panting lips.
Joon could hardly stand it; he was already teetering on the edge, the only thing holding him back from tumbling over being the leather strap wrapped around the base of his cock. He had already been partially hard from earlier, the process of putting in the large dildo doing nothing to help his composure. Dancing with the tip of it brushing against his prostate every time he rolled his hips a certain way had him almost senseless with pleasure. And now this. With Jihoon devouring his sensitive nipples with a gusto that was surprising after the amount of times his lover had already come that day, Joon could feel himself melting into a puddle of arousal. The contrast of the cool mousse and Rain’s hot mouth only served to further intensify the pleasurable sensations.
He squirmed delightfully when Rain squeezed a cool chocolate trail down towards his aching cock, following closely behind it with a scorching tongue. When a cheek brushed the tip of his erection, his hips spasmed so hard that he nearly poked out Jihoon’s eye. Chuckling at the embarrassed flush that spread across his boyfriend’s cheeks, Rain leaned forwards, placing a small peck on a burning cheekbone.
“Someone’s a little horny, hmmm?”
Joon opened his mouth to retort, but his words were cut off with a strangled gasp. Looking down, Jihoon realized that his knee had inadvertently nudged the dildo-tail further into Joon. With a glance back up at his panting lover, he reached down and took a hold of the protruding base, easing it slowly out of the slick entrance. Before Joon could gasp out more than a begging “No-”, he shoved the toy back in.
Joon screamed. The plastic tip had hit his prostate dead on, and shockwaves of pleasure were racing up his spine.
“Hyung! Please! Fuck me!”
Being the good, obedient lover that he is, Jihoon at once removed the toy from the clenching hole and flung it away, eliciting a disappointed moan from his thrashing lover at the feeling of emptiness that followed. Slicking his cock with the only usable substance that was nearby- chocolate mousse- he hooked his elbows underneath Joon’s knees, bringing his legs up and positioning himself at the other’s opening. A last glance down into pleading eyes, and he lunged forward, burying himself completely. The hot, tight sheath closed around him, and he had to pause a moment lest he lose control too soon. But control had fled him long ago, and the gasped “Oh god, Jihoon, please-” had him pulling back out and then thrusting back in viciously, setting a hard pounding pace that shook the bed frame with each rock.
Joon lost himself to the feelings, crying out and gasping and moaning alternatively. He flung his head back and forth, hands scrabbling at the bed sheets, the pillows, tangling in his own hair, needing something to anchor him to reality lest he float away and never return. Jihoon continued the pounding rhythm, and with a slight shift of his hips Joon felt the thick length strike his prostate hard, and he screamed incoherently as his vision went white.
“Jihoon, shit, oh god yes, right there, more, moremoremore- harder, god, yes-”
Jihoon grunted in response, and plunged into that tight heat once, twice, thrice- and Joon convulsed, clenching down on Jihoon’s cock while ropes of white erupted from his aching dick without ever being touched. The spasming passage around him was his undoing, and Jihoon followed Joon into the abyss, rocking mindlessly throughout his orgasm.
When they both came down from the high, they were draped across the bed, completely limp, spent. Joon gently carded his fingers through Jihoon’s hair, murmuring a quiet question through his ragged pants.
“So… did you enjoy your birthday?”
Mustering up the last dredges of energy he possessed, Jihoon wrapped his arms around the warm body below him and pulled the other close, nuzzling his nose into the nape of Joon’s neck and breathing in his scent.
“This was the best birthday ever, baby. I love you.”
“Love you too, hyung. Next year will be-” he was interrupted by a yawn, and he blinked cutely at Jihoon before finishing his sentence. “Next year will be even better.”
Jihoon grinned at the other, watching as sleepy eyes slipped closed and the other curled into him like the kitten he dressed up as.
“I look forward to it.”