fic: i kissed your mouth and back [exo]
i kissed your mouth and back
lu han/zitao; nc-17; 7000
lu han’s catboy is overeager and perpetually horny but sundays are for spoiling. pwp. domestic!au.
warnings catboys, intercrural sex, exhibitionism, rimming, overstimulation, cumplay
thankyou to zitaos and taozi for all their handholding!!! ♥♥♥
i kissed your mouth and back
Lu Han wakes up to find Zitao curled up next to him, tail tucked inwards and head resting on his hands. Briefly he wonders why he even bothered to get Zitao his own bed, hand reaching out to stroke Zitao’s silky soft ears. It doesn’t surprise Lu Han when Zitao purrs, not like it did the first time. Zitao’s head nudges into his hand and Lu Han laughs to himself, amused that even in his sleep Zitao is a spoiled brat.
Glancing at the alarm clock next to him, Lu Han sighs. It’s only a little past seven and usually it’s Zitao's weight on his chest that wakes him up, even if his internal clock seems to have set itself to waking up around then anyways. But last night Yixing had come over, and Zitao both hated and adored Yixing, trailing after him for pets and treats but growling whenever he got too close to Lu Han. Sometimes Lu Han would cling to Yixing on purpose, just to see how wound up Zitao would get, how quickly he would try to pull Lu Han away.
Catboys were expensive to purchase, a genetically modified class of pets that were illegal up to only a few years ago. Lu Han is by no means rich but working in the lab that helped to create these pets had one or two perks, primarily that Zitao had been his to “test out” a number of years ago. Lu Han had quit once they’d tried asking for Zitao back, to sell him off to a wealthy buyer, and left the country. Living in hiding wasn’t so bad when Yixing had helped him build up a clientele of pet owners who needed medical help. Knowing the genetic ins and outs of a species definitely helped and with Yixing’s tech know how and Jongdae’s meticulous organizational skill, they ran things pretty smoothly.
But today is a day off. He didn’t take clients on Sundays, choosing to spend the day with Zitao instead. Zitao who got antsy when he didn't get just the right amount of Lu Han's attention.
Staring back at the clock, Lu Han figures he should make to get out of bed. He needs to cook them breakfast; Zitao's appetite is no small thing, but the second he tries to push the covers off of him, Zitao growls. Lu Han quirks an eyebrow at his pet before trying again and this time Zitao's eyes shoot open, glaring at Lu Han.
"What?" Lu Han asks. "Do you want to eat or not?"
Lu Han laughs at the hungry look that passes over Zitao's face at the mention of food but he shakes his head, crawling over to settle on top of Lu Han. "No."
"No, you don't want to eat or no, you don't want me to get up?" Lu Han asks, obtuse on purpose. Zitao quirks his head to the side, his ears curling downwards before he glares again. Lu Han can't help but laugh at his darkening facial expression, reaching upwards to scratch behind his ears. "I'm teasing."
In retaliation, Zitao bites at his wrist, sharp canines breaking skin and Lu Han only hisses, having learned early on that getting angry at Zitao only provoked him further. He was defensive, sometimes too playful and Lu Han was okay with that.
"That hurt," Lu Han tells Zitao, frowning. He reaches for a tissue from his nightstand but Zitao lets out a whimper, an apology and Lu Han stills. Glancing back, he sees the downward tilt of Zitao's lips, eyes watery and Lu Han has to abandon his quest for a tissue to lean up and give Zitao a kiss. "I'm okay, ssh. It's nothing."
Zitao doesn't look entirely convinced, his ears nearly flat against his head but he licks at the wound, laps up the blood until it's gone. Lu Han strokes Zitao's cheek with his other hand, and ends up winding it into Zitao's hair when Zitao nuzzles into his neck, his weight settled almost entirely on Lu Han. He'll have to move him in a bit but Lu Han kind of likes being surrounded by Zitao like this.
He strokes Zitao's neck, lulls him back into a state of drowsiness, smiling when Zitao purrs again, tail up in the air, swinging back and forth lazily. "Such a good kitty."
The complement gets him a pretty purr, tongue licking at Lu Han's neck between little nips and sucks. Lu Han runs a hand down Zitao's back, fingers tracing over the ridges of his spine until he reaches Zitao's tail, thumb stroking at the base. Zitao's tail is as soft as his ears, but far more sensitive and the small strokes wake Zitao up far more than any other method.
"Lu Han," Zitao huffs against his neck, squirming on top of Lu Han as he slides his fingers lower, slips them between Zitao’s ass cheeks. Zitao’s legs part almost immediately and Lu Han chuckles. He presses a finger to Zitao’s entrance, rubbing against it the way he knows Zitao likes. Lu Han can feel Zitao’s cock hardening against his thigh, Zitao’s little moans and whimpers muffled into his neck. His breath is wet and hot, fingers scrabbling at Lu Han’s shoulders, nails leaving scratches along bare skin. Lu Han needs to trim them down.
“You like that, don’t you?” Lu Han whispers, finger only pushing in slightly. He only wants to tease, see how long it takes for Zitao to rut against him and come all over himself and the sheets. Sundays are for spoiling, Lu Han thinks, hand threading through Zitao’s hair.
Zitao only growls, ass pushing back into Lu Han’s hand. “I don’t have lube,” Lu Han tells Zitao, palming Zitao’s ass, pushing his thigh upwards against Zitao’s cock. “If you want me to finger you, you’ll have to go get it.”
Zitao growls, frustrated and Lu Han knows Zitao won’t leave, doesn’t want to leave. He grinds down against Lu Han’s leg, whining because it’s not enough. Lu Han laughs, pressing a kiss against Zitao’s cheek. “Do you want it that bad?”
“Lu Han,” Zitao says, nipping at his neck. He repeats Lu Han’s name again when he rolls his hips against Lu Han’s, more desperate this time. “P-please.”
“Sshhh,” Lu Han hushes, pulling Zitao up by the collar, holding him in place above him. He brings his fingers to Zitao’s mouth and holds them there, watches as Zitao figures it out, mouth opening to take his fingers in. Zitao is obscene, spit dripping down his chin as he sucks on Lu Han’s fingers, tongue lapping at the digits. Lu Han can feel himself harden as he watches, Zitao still rubbing himself against Lu Han, needy and whimpering.
When he pulls his fingers out, Zitao’s mouth follows after him, cat ears twitching. Lu Han chuckles before letting go of Zitao’s collar. This time Zitao goes straight for his mouth, licking his way in and he’s always so aggressive when he kisses, as if Lu Han will suddenly not want to kiss him. Lu Han has to stroke his back to calm him down, his dry hand settling on Zitao’s ass. He pulls at Zitao’s ass cheek, wet fingers rubbing at his entrance before pushing in one digit, slowly. Zitao moans, scratching at his shoulders again. Lu Han can feel the tremor in his legs, tired from holding himself up as Lu Han thrusts into him, slow because the spit isn’t enough. But Zitao pushes back into his hand, ass wiggling for more as he lets out little lewd gasps, mouth sucking on the skin below Lu Han’s jaw.
Zitao sets the pace, pushing back to meet Lu Han’s thrusts in, his fingers crooking to hit Zitao’s prostate. Every time he hits the spongy tissue, Zitao’s moans get louder, his rutting against Lu Han’s leg desperate. It’s as Lu Han squeezes in a third finger that Zitao comes, crying out Lu Han’s name, cum shooting upwards. Lu Han winces as spunk lands on his chin but Zitao, blissed out, licks at it, and continues to lick at Lu Han’s neck, purring in contentment.
Lu Han sighs, pulling his fingers out of Zitao’s ass. Zitao is heavy on top of Lu Han, settling in for a post-orgasm nap. “Hey, no, you can nap later.”
Zitao makes no effort to move, nuzzling Lu Han’s neck, happily pressing against him despite the fact that he’s gotten cum all over his belly and chest. “Zitao,” Lu Han tries again, firmer this time. Zitao stills, tail coming to curl around the hand Lu Han has tightened in Zitao’s hair.
“Zitao,” Zitao mimics, whiney and petulant. He’s pouting when he looks up at Lu Han but years of taking care of Zitao have made Lu Han mostly immune to Zitao’s sad eyes.
“You know that’s not going to work,” Lu Han tells him, tugging at his collar again. This time Zitao relents, growling as he shifts off of Lu Han. He doesn’t attempt curling up on the sheets like Lu Han knows he wants to. Instead, he waits for further instruction and this earns him a scratch behind the ears. “Come on, we need a bath.”
Zitao hates water. Lu Han’s first time trying to give Zitao a bath nearly ended with him breaking a leg. He did have an impressive collection of scars after the attempt, ones that still haven’t faded entirely. But Lu Han’s since learned a few tricks to get Zitao into the bathtub.
He uses a wet cloth to wipe off the drying cum from Zitao’s chest, letting the bathtub fill up in the meantime. Zitao always panicked when he turned the shower on, hated standing under the spray of water, growls turning into fearful little whimpers if Lu Han so much so as turned away to grab shampoo or soap. Baths, however, he would sit still in, if and only if Lu Han sat with him.
“All clean,” Lu Han murmurs, ruffling Zitao’s hair as he throws the wet cloth into the sink. He slips out of his boxers, hand trailing down his chest to his cock, fingers wrapping around his half hard shaft for a short tug. Zitao’s nails clack on the tiled floor as he jumps off the toilet seat, circling around Lu Han to sit right in front of him. His eyes immediately settle on Lu Han’s cock and it’s not hard to miss the want in his eyes.
Lu Han snorts, reaching out to pet Zitao’s head slowly, fingers smoothing down his ears. “You just got off, don’t be greedy.”
Zitao says nothing, not that he manages more than a couple words either way, quirking his head to the side, expression hungry. His tongue peeks out of his mouth, swiping over his bottom lip. It glistens under the bathroom light and Lu Han has to lean back against the sink, briefly entertaining the idea of letting Zitao blow him. Later, he tells himself, tugging on Zitao’s collar to get him back up on the toilet. “Hold your legs open, Tao.”
Zitao sends him a quizzical look, tail curling up in the air, almost like a question mark. Lu Han pushes at Zitao’s legs and his pet gets the idea, spreading them out. He looks eager until Lu Han smiles sweetly at him, pulling out a pair of small scissors from the cabinet drawer. The put out look Lu Han gets is cute, but when Lu Han goes to kiss it away, Zitao turns his head away, scowling.
“Brat,” Lu Han scolds, hitting him lightly on the inside of his thigh, a sensitive spot. Zitao lets out a surprised screech, making to close his legs but Lu Han holds them apart, smirking at Zitao. “Be good.”
Zitao’s pubes haven’t grown too much since Lu Han last trimmed them but he doesn’t particularly like them long. Lu Han slides his finger between some of the hair and Zitao’s balls, careful with his hold on the scissors before snipping away at anything that got longer than half his fingers width. As he cuts away at the hair around Zitao’s balls, cleaning up anything too long along his thighs, Zitao spreads his legs further, holding them apart with his hands. Lu Han smiles up at him, leaning in to give him a small peck. “Good boy.”
Zitao meows, cheeks flushing as Lu Han goes back to work, cutting the hair along the top now. The toilet seat is a mess but Lu Han can clean that up later, when Zitao will inevitably want to nap after this bath. He fishes out a comb to help him keep the trim even, liking the way Zitao’s pubic hair framed his thick cock. Lu Han had let Zitao fuck him a few times but Zitao had a tendency of getting overzealous, coming too quickly for Lu Han’s liking. And unlike Zitao, Lu Han wasn’t too sure he liked the sensation of cum dripping down his thighs.
“Almost done,” Lu Han tells Zitao, who looks even redder in the face, cat ears pressing down into his hair, as if embarrassed. It’s amusing, considering how unashamed Zitao is about his body and showing it off. Lu Han had met other pets who refused to take off the clothes their owners had given them in front of him but Zitao had laid down naked in the middle of Lu Han’s living room more than once while he’d had friends over. Brazen and shameless.
After the final trim, Lu Han puts the scissors up on the bathroom counter, brushing aside any loose hair to inspect his handiwork. He smiles, happy, giving Zitao a fond look. “Thank-you for your help.”
“Zitao,” he purrs in response, a proud air about him and Lu Han can’t help but laugh, ruffling his hair.
“Yes, Zitao,” Lu Han smiles, using his hands to clean up what he could of the hair. He rises, washing both the scissor and the small comb before rinsing his own hands. “Okay, bath time.”
Zitao, having seated himself comfortably on the toilet seat, doesn’t make to move, staring at the bathtub full of water ruefully. “No.”
“Yes,” Lu Han retorts, going to stand in the water. It reaches his mid calf when he steps in, the smell of lavender, Zitao’s favourite, wafting around him. “Come on.”
Zitao stares at Lu Han, carefully stepping off the toilet and making his way to the very edge of the tub. He places his hands on the edge, staring down at the water, watching as Lu Han makes to sit down in the soapy water. All in all, this is going better than earlier attempts where Zitao had stubbornly refused to move from the floor or the toilet seat. Lu Han had figured out that Zitao was always easier to get into the tub after he’d been praised for being good, wanting to keep in Lu Han’s good graces.
He pokes a finger into the water, making a little sound at the back of his throat, distraught. Getting him into the water is always the hardest part. “It’s nice, I promise,” Lu Han assures, making no move to pull Zitao in. That was a definite no no.
Zitao’s tail curls behind him, low on the floor, before he lifts himself up, one trepid hand entering first. He lets the water run through his fingers, as if testing it out for the first time. Lu Han had never understood how it was that Zitao forgot that the water wasn’t going to do anything to him from all his previous experiences. Quietly, he is thankful for his own patience.
“Lu Han,” Zitao says, still scared, as if asking Lu Han why he had to be tested like this.
“I’m here,” Lu Han says, smiling warmly. It does the trick, Zitao splashing into the bathtub, sending water over the edge and sloshing onto the floor. But Zitao’s in the bathtub, sitting in Lu Han’s lap, an overgrown baby. He licks at Lu Han’s mouth enthusiastically, waiting for Lu Han to praise him and Lu Han laughs, kissing him nice and slow, murmuring what a good boy Zitao was being.
It takes a moment for Zitao to calm down, before Lu Han can get him to turn around and sit between his legs. He grabs the bottle of shampoo placed along the inside edge of the bathtub, getting Zitao to slink a little lower, his knees like little icebergs in the water; he’s too long for the bathtub. Cautiously, Lu Han cups some water to soak Zitao’s hair, pausing for any negative reactions. There isn’t one and Lu Han sighs with relief, before repeating the motion a few times. Zitao’s ears twitch every time he gets water on them and it’s cute, Lu Han feeling contentment sink low into his belly.
Zitao meows when he rubs shampoo into his hair, the scent of mint rising over the lavender. It’s strong but Zitao likes earthy scents, he behaves better. Lu Han scrubs what he can reach, suds forming around Zitao’s ears. He works the shampoo in, nudging Zitao up to reach the back of his head too. Zitao, for all his dislike of water, purrs contently as Lu Han lathers the shampoo, finally washing his ears as well, going softly.
When he pulls his hands away, Zitao lets out a little disappointed whine, tail wrapping around Lu Han’s wrist, tugging his hand back. Lu Han presses a kiss against his shoulder instead, easing him lower in the water to sink under, letting Lu Han rinse the shampoo out. The second Zitao pops back up, he makes to shake the water out of his hair but Lu Han anticipates the action, grabbing Zitao’s head. “Stay. Be good.”
Zitao makes an annoyed noise, lips pursing but he stays put, sitting quietly as Lu Han grabs the body wash next to him. He pours some onto a loofah, Zitao’s tail splashing water in Lu Han’s direction, snickering when Lu Han yelps in surprise.
“Behave,” Lu Han warns, before scrubbing the loofah along Zitao’s shoulders. He sits quietly, letting out little contented purrs every now and then as Lu Han works the loofah over his arms. “Up.”
Zitao, used to his cleaning routine, sits up on the ledge of the bathtub, suds rolling down his body. Lu Han isn’t looking forward to cleaning up the mess but whatever got Zitao clean. He moves to sit between Zitao’s legs, rolling his eyes at the pleased look in Zitao’s eyes. One track mind.
Ignoring the whine Zitao lets out when Lu Han doesn’t pay attention to his dick, Lu Han soaps his legs and chest, rubbing harder than necessary over Zitao’s nipples. He smirks at the low moan that earns him, before getting Zitao to stand in the tub, hands working his ass apart to clean him up properly. And despite Zitao’s distaste for baths, he did enjoy the attention and Lu Han had learned to use that to his advantage.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and wash off the soap?” Lu Han asks, fingers scrubbing between Zitao’s cheeks, moving to his balls. He’s already half hard and Lu Han isn’t the least bit surprised but he ignores Zitao’s little situation, settling back into the water and staring up at Zitao. “Come on.”
Zitao, a little pink in the cheeks, listens, sinking down into the water to wash off the soap. Lu Han lets him sit with his back against Lu Han’s chest, hand coming to stroke his belly slowly. “Good boy.”
He gets a soft whimper in return, Zitao’s head falling to rest against Lu Han’s shoulder, eyes shutting. Lu Han knows he wants to nap but they’d slept in the bathtub once before and being startled awake by Zitao flailing about in the tub was not a great experience. “Are you tired? We can’t sleep here, you know that.”
“Lu Han,” Zitao whines, tail wrapping over the back of Lu Han’s neck. He shifts, pushing up to sit a little straighter and the motion causes him to rub against Lu Han’s dick. Despite himself, Lu Han hisses, hand tightening on Zitao’s hip to get him to sit still. Zitao, however, has other ideas, a little noise of curiosity escaping him.
“Lu Han?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he looks down, hand disappearing under the water and Lu Han has to bite his lip to keep himself from gasping when Zitao lifts himself up, weight balancing on his hand, and moves to fit Lu Han’s cock between his thighs, squeezing them around his length.
“What’re you --” But Lu Han’s inquiry turns into a sharp gasp, Zitao shifting back and forth until he builds himself a steady rhythm to squeeze Lu Han’s cock between his thighs.
“Shit,” Lu Han hisses, thrusting into the tightness, hand tightening on Zitao’s hip to give him something to grip. Zitao lets out a breathy moan, rocking back to meet Lu Han’s thrusts upwards, his hand coming to rub at the tip of Lu Han’s cock everytime he pushes all the way up.
Zitao looks fascinated, mouth quirked into a little pout as he squeezes Lu Han’s cock between his thighs, movements quick and jerked. Lu Han would find it cute if he weren’t so preoccupied with getting off, thrusting upwards faster, not caring that he was letting water splash over the edge of the tub. It would be a terror to clean but he was so close --
“Fuck,” he gasps, fingers digging into Zitao’s stomach, pulling him back until Lu Han can sink teeth into Zitao’s shoulder, balls tightening as he shoots his load from between Zitao’s thighs. His body sags as Zitao milks the last of his cum out of him, finger pressing into Lu Han’s slit afterwards. He’s hyperalert now, ears upright and tail curled upwards in the air, entire body shifting to turn around and ensure that Lu Han’s attention is fixed on him.
“Good? Zitao good?” Zitao asks, eagerly, eyes bright. Lu Han wants to sink into the water, disappear with Zitao under the tide but his own jizz is floating around in there somewhere. The thought is rather gross and Lu Han feels like pulling the stopper out of the tub, maybe run another bath to wash off the sex on both of them.
“Zitao’s always good,” Lu Han murmurs, hand wrapping around the back of Zitao’s neck to pull him closer for a kiss. He holds him there, slowly working Zitao’s mouth open, kisses almost lazy but possessive. Lu Han had known a week into owning Zitao that there was no going back, there was just Zitao’s cute whines and bright eyes.
“Lu Han,” Zitao sings, eyes half lidded but the curve of his lips is overly pleased and Lu Han’s heart is floating above the tide, bobbing up and down, steady.
Lu Han finishes drying himself up, glancing out of the bathroom door to find Zitao, tail curled up in the air, padding around the living room as if deciding where exactly he wanted to sleep. Lu Han already knew he’d pick the big couch, the one where they both liked to curl up and take naps.
The washroom is a mess, however, and before Lu Han can think about taking any naps with his pet, he gets started on the cleaning, sure that by the time he finishes he’ll find Zitao already asleep on the couch.
Zitao’s tucked his legs up to his chest, head on his hands as he sleeps softly, ears flopped downwards and tail curled around him. Lu Han smiles, smoothing Zitao's hair back and out of his eyes before he heads to the kitchen. Breakfast isn’t going to cook itself.
Lu Han had never been a particularly good cook, instant ramen his speciality back in the day but feeding Zitao meant having to upgrade his skills. Thankfully, Lu Han had been blessed with Yixing in the form of a best friend and Yixing was rather gifted in the kitchen. After months of lessons where Lu Han had attempted to simultaneously note down all of Yixing’s recipes and not burn down his apartment, Zitao had finally eaten something he’d cooked without turning his nose up first. In fact, he’d eaten the food with so much zeal that Lu Han hadn’t been able to contain the stupid smile that had spread over his lips. Watching Zitao eat always made him feel full.
He makes them jianbing, placing the pancakes onto one single plate before grabbing his cup of coffee and heading over to Zitao’s sleeping form. As he nears him, Zitao’s head lifts upwards, eyes flickering open. He’s hungry, ears perked up and alert as Lu Han sits down next to him.
Lu Han doesn’t have to instruct Zitao when it comes to feeding, Zitao’s mouth opening up all on it’s own as Lu Han holds the cut up pieces of jianbing to his mouth. Zitao eats quickly and quietly, tongue licking at Lu Han’s fingers, sucking when soybean paste ends up all over them.
Lu Han sips his coffee as he takes the last bite himself, sinking back into the couch to let Zitao curl up half on his lap. He winds his hand through Zitao’s hair, plate forgotten on the coffee table. Dishes await him in the kitchen but he knows Zitao isn’t going to let him go anywhere just yet, so he settles for stroking Zitao’s hair and watching his back rise and fall as he sleeps, kittenish whines escaping him whenever Lu Han’s hand stills for too long.
Lu Han hears Zitao’s distressed call for his name from out on the balcony, immediately turning to make his presence known. He can see Zitao through the curtains, fluttering in the bare breeze. The summer weather has been sticky and humid, cool breezes rare. Zitao’s head turns left and right as he tries to find Lu Han somewhere, panic settling over his features, tail settled between his legs as he jumps off the couch.
“Hey, boy, I’m over here,” Lu Han calls, pulling aside the curtains and snapping his fingers to catch Zitao’s attention. Zitao’s head perks up, eyes fixing on Lu Han lightening fast before he bounds over, practically jumping on top of Lu Han. “Wow, I’m right here, I didn’t leave you.”
Zitao only makes a high-pitched whine, eyes narrowing as he licks at Lu Han’s mouth and clings to him. Lu Han nearly stumbles back from the weight of Zitao pressing into him, before he can get Zitao calm enough to actually take him to the lounging chair for a seat. He keeps a steady hand at the small of Zitao’s back, rubbing soft circles into his skin before he sinks down into the chair, Zitao nearly falling on top of him. He’s heavy, but Lu Han lets him settle on top, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
Sighing, Lu Han pets his back slowly, the other smoothing over his tail until Zitao calms down entirely, mouth nipping at Lu Han’s collarbones. He’s in a threadbare tank top, and it still feels like too much. Zitao seems to think so too as he tugs on the neckline with his teeth, licking at Lu Han’s skin as he bares it.
“We’re on the balcony.” And it’s almost like Lu Han is reminding himself and not Zitao, who’s started to push his tank top up, nose pushing up the hem as he licks a wet strip up Lu Han’s abdomen, tail wiggling in the air behind him. Lu Han lets out a small moan when Zitao’s teeth nip at one of his nipples, lips closing around it to suck. He lets a hand run down Zitao’s side to squeeze at his ass, shifting him closer. Zitao lets out a little sigh, satisfied as he abandons Lu Han’s nipples to kiss him, eager as he grips at Lu Han’s shoulders to balance himself.
Lu Han ignores the uncomfortableness of his tank top bunched up under his arms to coax Zitao into a less ravenous state, slowing down their kisses until Zitao is whimpering into Lu Han’s mouth, cock rubbing down against Lu Han’s thigh.
Somewhere in the back of Lu Han’s head he knows he should take this inside, get Zitao to their bed. The neighbours probably didn’t want to catch Lu Han sucking face but he can’t quite bring himself to care, not when Zitao is grinding his hips downwards, already whining for more.
Lu Han has to push him back to chuck off his tank, hands pulling Zitao back in, lips finding lips. Lu Han’s always liked kissing, but he especially likes how easily Zitao falls apart, always wanting more, quicker. But Lu Han likes drawing it out, if only to see the frustration on Zitao’s face, the tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.
He lets a hand drift down, squeezing Zitao’s cock between his fingers before tugging on it, slow and teasing. Zitao lets out a growl, clearly unsatisfied but Lu Han only smirks at him, places kisses down his neck until he bites down on the jut of Zitao’s collarbone, pleased by the hitch in Zitao’s breath, head falling back as he arches into the touch.
“Lu Han,” he exhales, voice trembling and Lu Han knows what he wants but he doesn’t exactly keep lube sitting out on his balcony. He gives Zitao’s cock a few languid strokes, licking at the bruises he’s formed on Zitao’s smooth skin, before carefully grasping Zitao by the collar.
“I need you to stay here,” Lu Han instructs, a hand smoothing down the bumps of Zitao’s spine. Zitao, pupils dilated and panting, looks confused but Lu Han kisses him softly, pulling away, holding Zitao down by the collar. “Stay, be good for me.”
He scoots out from underneath Zitao, petting skin as he goes, still holding Zitao in place by the collar. Zitao seems to understand now, whimpering sadly as Lu Han stands, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Lu Han bends down to kiss him again, sucking on Zitao’s upper lip, licking at the cute curve of his philtrum before pulling back. One last chaste kiss before he lets go of the collar and Zitao stays, following Lu Han’s every step until he disappears from sight.
Lu Han grabs the lube from his bedside drawer, hurrying back, knowing that Zitao would come after him if he took any longer. When he gets back, his breath catches at the back of his throat, Zitao having shifted onto his stomach, rutting against the lounging chair, desperate little mewls almost painful.
“Fuck,” Lu Han whispers and Zitao stills, ass half up in the air. Lu Han finally manages to move forward when Zitao sends him a pleading look, eyes a little misty. Lu Han wanted more.
“You couldn’t wait, could you?” Lu Han scolds, pushing Zitao’s ass higher up, forcing him to spread his legs apart, head still resting against the cushioning of the chair. Zitao holds the position shamelessly, tail wiggling in the air above them and Lu Han drops the lube between Zitao’s legs, another idea occuring to him. “Bad boys don’t get cock, Zitao.”
Zitao lets out a little wail, pathetic and Lu Han smirks, spreading Zitao’s ass cheeks apart, thumb rubbing against the rim of Zitao’s asshole. He watches as Zitao’s dick twitches, hard and leaking, thighs already shaking from desperation.
“Please,” Zitao pants, nails digging into the chair underneath him. His ears are pressed against his head, pretty mouth parted as he lets out a moan when Lu Han squeezes his ass, bending to press a kiss against the small of his back. Lu Han makes his way down, licking smooth skin until he reaches Zitao’s pucked hole and he can feel the tension in Zitao’s legs, the want.
He blows against it experimentally, laughs when Zitao hisses, hands tightening in the cushioning. “Do you like that?”
Zitao only presses his ass back, tail wrapping around the back of Lu Han’s neck and he grins, finally giving Zitao something more when he licks the rim, wetting his entrance with spit. Zitao groans, head hiding between his arms as Lu Han kisses his hole, tongue pressing in, a cool breeze reminding him that they were still on their balcony. Lu Han was eating Zitao’s ass on the balcony.
The reminder brings a rush into Lu Han’s blood and he wants this even more now, wants to make Zitao scream, leave him debauched and spent. He lets his tongue trace the rim, hands holding Zitao’s cheeks apart. Zitao’s indecent moans send blood rushing downwards and Lu Han can feel his cock straining against his underwear.
Pushing his tongue in once more, Lu Han presses it against Zitao’s walls, licking in as Zitao cries into the chair, sobs muffled as he hides his face between his hands. Lu Han pushes further, knows he’s gotten to Zitao’s prostate from the way he bucks back, crying out Lu Han’s name loud enough for the neighbours to hear. Pulling back, Lu Han catches his breath, strokes Zitao’s tail before he wets a finger in his mouth, pushing it in with his tongue and this time he rubs at Zitao’s prostate until he thrashes, squeezing at the base of Zitao’s cock to hold him off, tease him a little longer.
“You like that, huh,” Lu Han smirks, finger relentless as it rubs against Zitao’s prostate and he loves watching Zitao fall apart, loves seeing his shoulder strain in desperation, thighs shaking from the need to come. “Always so fucking needy, aren’t you, Zitao? Well, I’ll let you come to your heart’s content today.”
The second Lu han loosens his hand from around Zitao’s cock, fisting it only once, Zitao comes, jizzes all over the cushion, breath ragged as he gasps and whimpers, body going limp. Lu Han only flips him over, let’s him lie in his own cum as he squirts lube onto his fingers.
“We’re not done yet, boy,” Lu Han smiles, before he wraps his mouth around Zitao’s softened cock, lubed fingers already pushing back into Zitao’s entrance and crooking just right. Zitao hisses, lets out a pathetic wail of Lu Han’s name and Lu Han knows he’s still sensitive but he wants to see how quickly Zitao gets turned on again, how easy he falls apart this time.
Lu Han sucks on the head of Zitao’s cock, hand fisting the length and he feels it harden in his mouth as he sinks down onto it, fingers thrusting into Zitao roughly. He’s not looking to be nice.
Zitao’s voice comes out in little stutters, tears clinging to his eyelashes and Lu Han loves the flush on his cheeks, loves how wrecked he looks with splatters of cum across his belly. It doesn’t take long before Zitao is moaning, hips bucking upwards into Lu Han’s mouth, cock hard as Lu Han swirls his tongue around the head. He licks the length a few times as he angles his fingers, pushing into Zitao in sync with his sucking, cheeks hollowed out.
Zitao’s thighs press closer, fingers tangling into Lu Han’s hair as he begs Lu Han to let him come with repeated moans of his name. “Please, Lu Han, Lu Han.”
Lu Han only adds in a third finger, preparing Zitao for what was to come next and it does the trick, Zitao’s body tensing as he comes, thighs squeezing around Lu Han’s head. His cum is salty, thicker than Lu Han would have thought considering this was his second round but Lu Han swallows it down all the same, licking his lips as he pulls off Zitao’s cock.
He watches Zitao’s chest heave up and down, eyes closed and mouth gaping open as he attempts to come down from his orgasm but Lu Han’s not finished. Pulling his fingers out, Lu Han finally frees his own cock, groaning when he pushes his sweats and underwear down, hand fisting around his erect cock. He pours lube onto it, obscene squelching noise alerting Zitao.
Ears piqued upwards, Zitao lifts his head just slightly to look at Lu Han, who pulls Zitao closer, dragging him down and leaning in for a kiss. “You gonna be a good boy to the very end, Zitao, hmm?”
He fists his dry hand in Zitao’s hair, pulling on the strands and Zitao whines, head nodding as he attempts to kiss Lu Han again. Laughing, Lu Han lets him hold him there for a minute, maybe two, tongues tangling before he pulls away, holding Zitao in place by the hair.
Thrusting into Zitao’s ass in one swift go, balls deep, Lu Han relaxes his grip in Zitao’s hair, murmuring soft platitudes to keep him still. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Zitao nods, fingers scrabbling to find purchase on Lu Han’s shoulders and Lu Han can’t help but lean in and kiss him before he starts moving, slow at first as he watches Zitao’s brows scrunch up. His hair ruffles in the breeze and Lu Han picks up his pace, lets Zitao sink back as he rams into him, his eyes shut as he gives Lu Han hiccuped gasps, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes once more. “Lu Han.”
“Fuck,” Lu Han groans, Zitao’s pleading voice going straight to his dick and he wants to wreck him, coat him inside out with cum. Sweat drips down Lu Han’s brow as he hoists Zitao’s leg over his shoulder, fixing his angle to slam into Zitao’s sweet spot with every thrust. Lu Han wraps a hand around Zitao’s cock, begins pumping and he wants Zitao to come one more time before he finishes, wants to see how much more he has left in him.
Zitao is sobbing, nails digging into Lu Han’s bicep as he fists Zitao’s cock, and when he comes, short spurts of spunk shooting out and landing against his abs, Lu Han knows Zitao’s dry, sobs shaking through his body. He spreads the cum across Zitao’s stomach, fingers tracing it upwards until he’s drawn circles around Zitao’s nipples.
Pinching a bud between his fingers, Lu Han pulls and Zitao screams, spent and hoarse and Lu Han can feel how tight he is around him and he knows his own thrusts have gotten erratic, can feel the tightness in his balls, the singing in his body as the build up hits the precipice. And Lu Han is falling, shooting his load into Zitao’s ass, coating his walls and even as he pulls out, Lu Han fists his cock until he milks out every last drop, painting Zitao’s thighs white.
It takes him a moment to gather his own breathing, holding himself up with a hand placed on Zitao’s firm thigh. He looks down at Zitao, debauched and smiles at his own handiwork.
“What a good boy,” Lu Han compliments, stroking the jut of Zitao’s hip bone and Zitao lets out a little pleased sound, sniffing as he looks at Lu Han. He’s exhausted and Lu Han knows he’ll sleep like the dead tonight but he can’t help himself when he pushes his fingers back into Zitao’s ass, through his own cum and watches Zitao cry as he scrapes a blunt nail against his prostate.
Zitao’s voice shakes as he whimpers Lu Han’s name, mouth red and shiny with spit. Lu Han thrusts in slowly, takes his other hand to scoop cum up and smear it against Zitao’s cheeks, push his dirty fingers into Zitao’s mouth and watch him suck as Lu Han works slowly to get him hard again.
It takes longer than Lu Han expects, Zitao’s cock red and overly sensitive. Zitao winces as he sucks on Lu Han’s fingers but Lu Han pushes him further, pulls his hand away to wrap around Zitao’s half hard cock.
“Zitao’s gonna come for Lu Han, right? Like a good boy,” Lu Han encourages, Lu Han’s fingers creating loud squelching sounds as they push through his own cum. The obscene noise mingles with Zitao’s strained moans, his chest heaving as Lu Han brings him back to the edge. Zitao’s stomach quivers and Lu Han knows he’s almost there, picks up his pace before he reaches down to kiss Zitao soundly, swallowing his pained groans.
Zitao comes with a shudder, nails digging into Lu Han’s shoulder impossibly hard, breaking skin. There’s blood when he pulls away but Lu Han doesn’t care. Zitao’s been so good for him.
“N-no,” Zitao attempts, trying to follow Lu Han as he moves away. They’ve made a mess of the chair but Lu Han can get a new one. He sinks back down, fingers petting Zitao’s hair as he licks at Lu Han’s mouth, wanting Lu Han’s reassurance, his affection.
“I’m right here,” Lu Han whispers, kissing Zitao over and over and over again, until he can finally pull his fingers out of him, Zitao’s body relaxing in Lu Han’s arms. “There’s a good boy. Such a good boy. I’m so proud of you.”
Zitao mewls, sniffling when he nuzzles his nose into the crook of Lu Han’s neck. Lu Han holds him there until he’s sure Zitao’s dozed off before he rises to get a wet cloth to start cleaning him up. Getting him to the bed was going to be an even bigger challenge but Lu Han’s heart only swells bigger, aching as he looks down at Zitao’s curled up form.
Lu Han swipes Zitao’s hair to the side, places a kiss against his forehead before he pulls up his own sweats and heads to the kitchen. As far as Sundays went, this was a particularly good one.
- i'm sorry
- thankyou for reading! ♥
lu han/zitao; nc-17; 7000
lu han’s catboy is overeager and perpetually horny but sundays are for spoiling. pwp. domestic!au.
warnings catboys, intercrural sex, exhibitionism, rimming, overstimulation, cumplay
thankyou to zitaos and taozi for all their handholding!!! ♥♥♥
i kissed your mouth and back
Lu Han wakes up to find Zitao curled up next to him, tail tucked inwards and head resting on his hands. Briefly he wonders why he even bothered to get Zitao his own bed, hand reaching out to stroke Zitao’s silky soft ears. It doesn’t surprise Lu Han when Zitao purrs, not like it did the first time. Zitao’s head nudges into his hand and Lu Han laughs to himself, amused that even in his sleep Zitao is a spoiled brat.
Glancing at the alarm clock next to him, Lu Han sighs. It’s only a little past seven and usually it’s Zitao's weight on his chest that wakes him up, even if his internal clock seems to have set itself to waking up around then anyways. But last night Yixing had come over, and Zitao both hated and adored Yixing, trailing after him for pets and treats but growling whenever he got too close to Lu Han. Sometimes Lu Han would cling to Yixing on purpose, just to see how wound up Zitao would get, how quickly he would try to pull Lu Han away.
Catboys were expensive to purchase, a genetically modified class of pets that were illegal up to only a few years ago. Lu Han is by no means rich but working in the lab that helped to create these pets had one or two perks, primarily that Zitao had been his to “test out” a number of years ago. Lu Han had quit once they’d tried asking for Zitao back, to sell him off to a wealthy buyer, and left the country. Living in hiding wasn’t so bad when Yixing had helped him build up a clientele of pet owners who needed medical help. Knowing the genetic ins and outs of a species definitely helped and with Yixing’s tech know how and Jongdae’s meticulous organizational skill, they ran things pretty smoothly.
But today is a day off. He didn’t take clients on Sundays, choosing to spend the day with Zitao instead. Zitao who got antsy when he didn't get just the right amount of Lu Han's attention.
Staring back at the clock, Lu Han figures he should make to get out of bed. He needs to cook them breakfast; Zitao's appetite is no small thing, but the second he tries to push the covers off of him, Zitao growls. Lu Han quirks an eyebrow at his pet before trying again and this time Zitao's eyes shoot open, glaring at Lu Han.
"What?" Lu Han asks. "Do you want to eat or not?"
Lu Han laughs at the hungry look that passes over Zitao's face at the mention of food but he shakes his head, crawling over to settle on top of Lu Han. "No."
"No, you don't want to eat or no, you don't want me to get up?" Lu Han asks, obtuse on purpose. Zitao quirks his head to the side, his ears curling downwards before he glares again. Lu Han can't help but laugh at his darkening facial expression, reaching upwards to scratch behind his ears. "I'm teasing."
In retaliation, Zitao bites at his wrist, sharp canines breaking skin and Lu Han only hisses, having learned early on that getting angry at Zitao only provoked him further. He was defensive, sometimes too playful and Lu Han was okay with that.
"That hurt," Lu Han tells Zitao, frowning. He reaches for a tissue from his nightstand but Zitao lets out a whimper, an apology and Lu Han stills. Glancing back, he sees the downward tilt of Zitao's lips, eyes watery and Lu Han has to abandon his quest for a tissue to lean up and give Zitao a kiss. "I'm okay, ssh. It's nothing."
Zitao doesn't look entirely convinced, his ears nearly flat against his head but he licks at the wound, laps up the blood until it's gone. Lu Han strokes Zitao's cheek with his other hand, and ends up winding it into Zitao's hair when Zitao nuzzles into his neck, his weight settled almost entirely on Lu Han. He'll have to move him in a bit but Lu Han kind of likes being surrounded by Zitao like this.
He strokes Zitao's neck, lulls him back into a state of drowsiness, smiling when Zitao purrs again, tail up in the air, swinging back and forth lazily. "Such a good kitty."
The complement gets him a pretty purr, tongue licking at Lu Han's neck between little nips and sucks. Lu Han runs a hand down Zitao's back, fingers tracing over the ridges of his spine until he reaches Zitao's tail, thumb stroking at the base. Zitao's tail is as soft as his ears, but far more sensitive and the small strokes wake Zitao up far more than any other method.
"Lu Han," Zitao huffs against his neck, squirming on top of Lu Han as he slides his fingers lower, slips them between Zitao’s ass cheeks. Zitao’s legs part almost immediately and Lu Han chuckles. He presses a finger to Zitao’s entrance, rubbing against it the way he knows Zitao likes. Lu Han can feel Zitao’s cock hardening against his thigh, Zitao’s little moans and whimpers muffled into his neck. His breath is wet and hot, fingers scrabbling at Lu Han’s shoulders, nails leaving scratches along bare skin. Lu Han needs to trim them down.
“You like that, don’t you?” Lu Han whispers, finger only pushing in slightly. He only wants to tease, see how long it takes for Zitao to rut against him and come all over himself and the sheets. Sundays are for spoiling, Lu Han thinks, hand threading through Zitao’s hair.
Zitao only growls, ass pushing back into Lu Han’s hand. “I don’t have lube,” Lu Han tells Zitao, palming Zitao’s ass, pushing his thigh upwards against Zitao’s cock. “If you want me to finger you, you’ll have to go get it.”
Zitao growls, frustrated and Lu Han knows Zitao won’t leave, doesn’t want to leave. He grinds down against Lu Han’s leg, whining because it’s not enough. Lu Han laughs, pressing a kiss against Zitao’s cheek. “Do you want it that bad?”
“Lu Han,” Zitao says, nipping at his neck. He repeats Lu Han’s name again when he rolls his hips against Lu Han’s, more desperate this time. “P-please.”
“Sshhh,” Lu Han hushes, pulling Zitao up by the collar, holding him in place above him. He brings his fingers to Zitao’s mouth and holds them there, watches as Zitao figures it out, mouth opening to take his fingers in. Zitao is obscene, spit dripping down his chin as he sucks on Lu Han’s fingers, tongue lapping at the digits. Lu Han can feel himself harden as he watches, Zitao still rubbing himself against Lu Han, needy and whimpering.
When he pulls his fingers out, Zitao’s mouth follows after him, cat ears twitching. Lu Han chuckles before letting go of Zitao’s collar. This time Zitao goes straight for his mouth, licking his way in and he’s always so aggressive when he kisses, as if Lu Han will suddenly not want to kiss him. Lu Han has to stroke his back to calm him down, his dry hand settling on Zitao’s ass. He pulls at Zitao’s ass cheek, wet fingers rubbing at his entrance before pushing in one digit, slowly. Zitao moans, scratching at his shoulders again. Lu Han can feel the tremor in his legs, tired from holding himself up as Lu Han thrusts into him, slow because the spit isn’t enough. But Zitao pushes back into his hand, ass wiggling for more as he lets out little lewd gasps, mouth sucking on the skin below Lu Han’s jaw.
Zitao sets the pace, pushing back to meet Lu Han’s thrusts in, his fingers crooking to hit Zitao’s prostate. Every time he hits the spongy tissue, Zitao’s moans get louder, his rutting against Lu Han’s leg desperate. It’s as Lu Han squeezes in a third finger that Zitao comes, crying out Lu Han’s name, cum shooting upwards. Lu Han winces as spunk lands on his chin but Zitao, blissed out, licks at it, and continues to lick at Lu Han’s neck, purring in contentment.
Lu Han sighs, pulling his fingers out of Zitao’s ass. Zitao is heavy on top of Lu Han, settling in for a post-orgasm nap. “Hey, no, you can nap later.”
Zitao makes no effort to move, nuzzling Lu Han’s neck, happily pressing against him despite the fact that he’s gotten cum all over his belly and chest. “Zitao,” Lu Han tries again, firmer this time. Zitao stills, tail coming to curl around the hand Lu Han has tightened in Zitao’s hair.
“Zitao,” Zitao mimics, whiney and petulant. He’s pouting when he looks up at Lu Han but years of taking care of Zitao have made Lu Han mostly immune to Zitao’s sad eyes.
“You know that’s not going to work,” Lu Han tells him, tugging at his collar again. This time Zitao relents, growling as he shifts off of Lu Han. He doesn’t attempt curling up on the sheets like Lu Han knows he wants to. Instead, he waits for further instruction and this earns him a scratch behind the ears. “Come on, we need a bath.”
Zitao hates water. Lu Han’s first time trying to give Zitao a bath nearly ended with him breaking a leg. He did have an impressive collection of scars after the attempt, ones that still haven’t faded entirely. But Lu Han’s since learned a few tricks to get Zitao into the bathtub.
He uses a wet cloth to wipe off the drying cum from Zitao’s chest, letting the bathtub fill up in the meantime. Zitao always panicked when he turned the shower on, hated standing under the spray of water, growls turning into fearful little whimpers if Lu Han so much so as turned away to grab shampoo or soap. Baths, however, he would sit still in, if and only if Lu Han sat with him.
“All clean,” Lu Han murmurs, ruffling Zitao’s hair as he throws the wet cloth into the sink. He slips out of his boxers, hand trailing down his chest to his cock, fingers wrapping around his half hard shaft for a short tug. Zitao’s nails clack on the tiled floor as he jumps off the toilet seat, circling around Lu Han to sit right in front of him. His eyes immediately settle on Lu Han’s cock and it’s not hard to miss the want in his eyes.
Lu Han snorts, reaching out to pet Zitao’s head slowly, fingers smoothing down his ears. “You just got off, don’t be greedy.”
Zitao says nothing, not that he manages more than a couple words either way, quirking his head to the side, expression hungry. His tongue peeks out of his mouth, swiping over his bottom lip. It glistens under the bathroom light and Lu Han has to lean back against the sink, briefly entertaining the idea of letting Zitao blow him. Later, he tells himself, tugging on Zitao’s collar to get him back up on the toilet. “Hold your legs open, Tao.”
Zitao sends him a quizzical look, tail curling up in the air, almost like a question mark. Lu Han pushes at Zitao’s legs and his pet gets the idea, spreading them out. He looks eager until Lu Han smiles sweetly at him, pulling out a pair of small scissors from the cabinet drawer. The put out look Lu Han gets is cute, but when Lu Han goes to kiss it away, Zitao turns his head away, scowling.
“Brat,” Lu Han scolds, hitting him lightly on the inside of his thigh, a sensitive spot. Zitao lets out a surprised screech, making to close his legs but Lu Han holds them apart, smirking at Zitao. “Be good.”
Zitao’s pubes haven’t grown too much since Lu Han last trimmed them but he doesn’t particularly like them long. Lu Han slides his finger between some of the hair and Zitao’s balls, careful with his hold on the scissors before snipping away at anything that got longer than half his fingers width. As he cuts away at the hair around Zitao’s balls, cleaning up anything too long along his thighs, Zitao spreads his legs further, holding them apart with his hands. Lu Han smiles up at him, leaning in to give him a small peck. “Good boy.”
Zitao meows, cheeks flushing as Lu Han goes back to work, cutting the hair along the top now. The toilet seat is a mess but Lu Han can clean that up later, when Zitao will inevitably want to nap after this bath. He fishes out a comb to help him keep the trim even, liking the way Zitao’s pubic hair framed his thick cock. Lu Han had let Zitao fuck him a few times but Zitao had a tendency of getting overzealous, coming too quickly for Lu Han’s liking. And unlike Zitao, Lu Han wasn’t too sure he liked the sensation of cum dripping down his thighs.
“Almost done,” Lu Han tells Zitao, who looks even redder in the face, cat ears pressing down into his hair, as if embarrassed. It’s amusing, considering how unashamed Zitao is about his body and showing it off. Lu Han had met other pets who refused to take off the clothes their owners had given them in front of him but Zitao had laid down naked in the middle of Lu Han’s living room more than once while he’d had friends over. Brazen and shameless.
After the final trim, Lu Han puts the scissors up on the bathroom counter, brushing aside any loose hair to inspect his handiwork. He smiles, happy, giving Zitao a fond look. “Thank-you for your help.”
“Zitao,” he purrs in response, a proud air about him and Lu Han can’t help but laugh, ruffling his hair.
“Yes, Zitao,” Lu Han smiles, using his hands to clean up what he could of the hair. He rises, washing both the scissor and the small comb before rinsing his own hands. “Okay, bath time.”
Zitao, having seated himself comfortably on the toilet seat, doesn’t make to move, staring at the bathtub full of water ruefully. “No.”
“Yes,” Lu Han retorts, going to stand in the water. It reaches his mid calf when he steps in, the smell of lavender, Zitao’s favourite, wafting around him. “Come on.”
Zitao stares at Lu Han, carefully stepping off the toilet and making his way to the very edge of the tub. He places his hands on the edge, staring down at the water, watching as Lu Han makes to sit down in the soapy water. All in all, this is going better than earlier attempts where Zitao had stubbornly refused to move from the floor or the toilet seat. Lu Han had figured out that Zitao was always easier to get into the tub after he’d been praised for being good, wanting to keep in Lu Han’s good graces.
He pokes a finger into the water, making a little sound at the back of his throat, distraught. Getting him into the water is always the hardest part. “It’s nice, I promise,” Lu Han assures, making no move to pull Zitao in. That was a definite no no.
Zitao’s tail curls behind him, low on the floor, before he lifts himself up, one trepid hand entering first. He lets the water run through his fingers, as if testing it out for the first time. Lu Han had never understood how it was that Zitao forgot that the water wasn’t going to do anything to him from all his previous experiences. Quietly, he is thankful for his own patience.
“Lu Han,” Zitao says, still scared, as if asking Lu Han why he had to be tested like this.
“I’m here,” Lu Han says, smiling warmly. It does the trick, Zitao splashing into the bathtub, sending water over the edge and sloshing onto the floor. But Zitao’s in the bathtub, sitting in Lu Han’s lap, an overgrown baby. He licks at Lu Han’s mouth enthusiastically, waiting for Lu Han to praise him and Lu Han laughs, kissing him nice and slow, murmuring what a good boy Zitao was being.
It takes a moment for Zitao to calm down, before Lu Han can get him to turn around and sit between his legs. He grabs the bottle of shampoo placed along the inside edge of the bathtub, getting Zitao to slink a little lower, his knees like little icebergs in the water; he’s too long for the bathtub. Cautiously, Lu Han cups some water to soak Zitao’s hair, pausing for any negative reactions. There isn’t one and Lu Han sighs with relief, before repeating the motion a few times. Zitao’s ears twitch every time he gets water on them and it’s cute, Lu Han feeling contentment sink low into his belly.
Zitao meows when he rubs shampoo into his hair, the scent of mint rising over the lavender. It’s strong but Zitao likes earthy scents, he behaves better. Lu Han scrubs what he can reach, suds forming around Zitao’s ears. He works the shampoo in, nudging Zitao up to reach the back of his head too. Zitao, for all his dislike of water, purrs contently as Lu Han lathers the shampoo, finally washing his ears as well, going softly.
When he pulls his hands away, Zitao lets out a little disappointed whine, tail wrapping around Lu Han’s wrist, tugging his hand back. Lu Han presses a kiss against his shoulder instead, easing him lower in the water to sink under, letting Lu Han rinse the shampoo out. The second Zitao pops back up, he makes to shake the water out of his hair but Lu Han anticipates the action, grabbing Zitao’s head. “Stay. Be good.”
Zitao makes an annoyed noise, lips pursing but he stays put, sitting quietly as Lu Han grabs the body wash next to him. He pours some onto a loofah, Zitao’s tail splashing water in Lu Han’s direction, snickering when Lu Han yelps in surprise.
“Behave,” Lu Han warns, before scrubbing the loofah along Zitao’s shoulders. He sits quietly, letting out little contented purrs every now and then as Lu Han works the loofah over his arms. “Up.”
Zitao, used to his cleaning routine, sits up on the ledge of the bathtub, suds rolling down his body. Lu Han isn’t looking forward to cleaning up the mess but whatever got Zitao clean. He moves to sit between Zitao’s legs, rolling his eyes at the pleased look in Zitao’s eyes. One track mind.
Ignoring the whine Zitao lets out when Lu Han doesn’t pay attention to his dick, Lu Han soaps his legs and chest, rubbing harder than necessary over Zitao’s nipples. He smirks at the low moan that earns him, before getting Zitao to stand in the tub, hands working his ass apart to clean him up properly. And despite Zitao’s distaste for baths, he did enjoy the attention and Lu Han had learned to use that to his advantage.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and wash off the soap?” Lu Han asks, fingers scrubbing between Zitao’s cheeks, moving to his balls. He’s already half hard and Lu Han isn’t the least bit surprised but he ignores Zitao’s little situation, settling back into the water and staring up at Zitao. “Come on.”
Zitao, a little pink in the cheeks, listens, sinking down into the water to wash off the soap. Lu Han lets him sit with his back against Lu Han’s chest, hand coming to stroke his belly slowly. “Good boy.”
He gets a soft whimper in return, Zitao’s head falling to rest against Lu Han’s shoulder, eyes shutting. Lu Han knows he wants to nap but they’d slept in the bathtub once before and being startled awake by Zitao flailing about in the tub was not a great experience. “Are you tired? We can’t sleep here, you know that.”
“Lu Han,” Zitao whines, tail wrapping over the back of Lu Han’s neck. He shifts, pushing up to sit a little straighter and the motion causes him to rub against Lu Han’s dick. Despite himself, Lu Han hisses, hand tightening on Zitao’s hip to get him to sit still. Zitao, however, has other ideas, a little noise of curiosity escaping him.
“Lu Han?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he looks down, hand disappearing under the water and Lu Han has to bite his lip to keep himself from gasping when Zitao lifts himself up, weight balancing on his hand, and moves to fit Lu Han’s cock between his thighs, squeezing them around his length.
“What’re you --” But Lu Han’s inquiry turns into a sharp gasp, Zitao shifting back and forth until he builds himself a steady rhythm to squeeze Lu Han’s cock between his thighs.
“Shit,” Lu Han hisses, thrusting into the tightness, hand tightening on Zitao’s hip to give him something to grip. Zitao lets out a breathy moan, rocking back to meet Lu Han’s thrusts upwards, his hand coming to rub at the tip of Lu Han’s cock everytime he pushes all the way up.
Zitao looks fascinated, mouth quirked into a little pout as he squeezes Lu Han’s cock between his thighs, movements quick and jerked. Lu Han would find it cute if he weren’t so preoccupied with getting off, thrusting upwards faster, not caring that he was letting water splash over the edge of the tub. It would be a terror to clean but he was so close --
“Fuck,” he gasps, fingers digging into Zitao’s stomach, pulling him back until Lu Han can sink teeth into Zitao’s shoulder, balls tightening as he shoots his load from between Zitao’s thighs. His body sags as Zitao milks the last of his cum out of him, finger pressing into Lu Han’s slit afterwards. He’s hyperalert now, ears upright and tail curled upwards in the air, entire body shifting to turn around and ensure that Lu Han’s attention is fixed on him.
“Good? Zitao good?” Zitao asks, eagerly, eyes bright. Lu Han wants to sink into the water, disappear with Zitao under the tide but his own jizz is floating around in there somewhere. The thought is rather gross and Lu Han feels like pulling the stopper out of the tub, maybe run another bath to wash off the sex on both of them.
“Zitao’s always good,” Lu Han murmurs, hand wrapping around the back of Zitao’s neck to pull him closer for a kiss. He holds him there, slowly working Zitao’s mouth open, kisses almost lazy but possessive. Lu Han had known a week into owning Zitao that there was no going back, there was just Zitao’s cute whines and bright eyes.
“Lu Han,” Zitao sings, eyes half lidded but the curve of his lips is overly pleased and Lu Han’s heart is floating above the tide, bobbing up and down, steady.
Lu Han finishes drying himself up, glancing out of the bathroom door to find Zitao, tail curled up in the air, padding around the living room as if deciding where exactly he wanted to sleep. Lu Han already knew he’d pick the big couch, the one where they both liked to curl up and take naps.
The washroom is a mess, however, and before Lu Han can think about taking any naps with his pet, he gets started on the cleaning, sure that by the time he finishes he’ll find Zitao already asleep on the couch.
Zitao’s tucked his legs up to his chest, head on his hands as he sleeps softly, ears flopped downwards and tail curled around him. Lu Han smiles, smoothing Zitao's hair back and out of his eyes before he heads to the kitchen. Breakfast isn’t going to cook itself.
Lu Han had never been a particularly good cook, instant ramen his speciality back in the day but feeding Zitao meant having to upgrade his skills. Thankfully, Lu Han had been blessed with Yixing in the form of a best friend and Yixing was rather gifted in the kitchen. After months of lessons where Lu Han had attempted to simultaneously note down all of Yixing’s recipes and not burn down his apartment, Zitao had finally eaten something he’d cooked without turning his nose up first. In fact, he’d eaten the food with so much zeal that Lu Han hadn’t been able to contain the stupid smile that had spread over his lips. Watching Zitao eat always made him feel full.
He makes them jianbing, placing the pancakes onto one single plate before grabbing his cup of coffee and heading over to Zitao’s sleeping form. As he nears him, Zitao’s head lifts upwards, eyes flickering open. He’s hungry, ears perked up and alert as Lu Han sits down next to him.
Lu Han doesn’t have to instruct Zitao when it comes to feeding, Zitao’s mouth opening up all on it’s own as Lu Han holds the cut up pieces of jianbing to his mouth. Zitao eats quickly and quietly, tongue licking at Lu Han’s fingers, sucking when soybean paste ends up all over them.
Lu Han sips his coffee as he takes the last bite himself, sinking back into the couch to let Zitao curl up half on his lap. He winds his hand through Zitao’s hair, plate forgotten on the coffee table. Dishes await him in the kitchen but he knows Zitao isn’t going to let him go anywhere just yet, so he settles for stroking Zitao’s hair and watching his back rise and fall as he sleeps, kittenish whines escaping him whenever Lu Han’s hand stills for too long.
Lu Han hears Zitao’s distressed call for his name from out on the balcony, immediately turning to make his presence known. He can see Zitao through the curtains, fluttering in the bare breeze. The summer weather has been sticky and humid, cool breezes rare. Zitao’s head turns left and right as he tries to find Lu Han somewhere, panic settling over his features, tail settled between his legs as he jumps off the couch.
“Hey, boy, I’m over here,” Lu Han calls, pulling aside the curtains and snapping his fingers to catch Zitao’s attention. Zitao’s head perks up, eyes fixing on Lu Han lightening fast before he bounds over, practically jumping on top of Lu Han. “Wow, I’m right here, I didn’t leave you.”
Zitao only makes a high-pitched whine, eyes narrowing as he licks at Lu Han’s mouth and clings to him. Lu Han nearly stumbles back from the weight of Zitao pressing into him, before he can get Zitao calm enough to actually take him to the lounging chair for a seat. He keeps a steady hand at the small of Zitao’s back, rubbing soft circles into his skin before he sinks down into the chair, Zitao nearly falling on top of him. He’s heavy, but Lu Han lets him settle on top, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
Sighing, Lu Han pets his back slowly, the other smoothing over his tail until Zitao calms down entirely, mouth nipping at Lu Han’s collarbones. He’s in a threadbare tank top, and it still feels like too much. Zitao seems to think so too as he tugs on the neckline with his teeth, licking at Lu Han’s skin as he bares it.
“We’re on the balcony.” And it’s almost like Lu Han is reminding himself and not Zitao, who’s started to push his tank top up, nose pushing up the hem as he licks a wet strip up Lu Han’s abdomen, tail wiggling in the air behind him. Lu Han lets out a small moan when Zitao’s teeth nip at one of his nipples, lips closing around it to suck. He lets a hand run down Zitao’s side to squeeze at his ass, shifting him closer. Zitao lets out a little sigh, satisfied as he abandons Lu Han’s nipples to kiss him, eager as he grips at Lu Han’s shoulders to balance himself.
Lu Han ignores the uncomfortableness of his tank top bunched up under his arms to coax Zitao into a less ravenous state, slowing down their kisses until Zitao is whimpering into Lu Han’s mouth, cock rubbing down against Lu Han’s thigh.
Somewhere in the back of Lu Han’s head he knows he should take this inside, get Zitao to their bed. The neighbours probably didn’t want to catch Lu Han sucking face but he can’t quite bring himself to care, not when Zitao is grinding his hips downwards, already whining for more.
Lu Han has to push him back to chuck off his tank, hands pulling Zitao back in, lips finding lips. Lu Han’s always liked kissing, but he especially likes how easily Zitao falls apart, always wanting more, quicker. But Lu Han likes drawing it out, if only to see the frustration on Zitao’s face, the tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.
He lets a hand drift down, squeezing Zitao’s cock between his fingers before tugging on it, slow and teasing. Zitao lets out a growl, clearly unsatisfied but Lu Han only smirks at him, places kisses down his neck until he bites down on the jut of Zitao’s collarbone, pleased by the hitch in Zitao’s breath, head falling back as he arches into the touch.
“Lu Han,” he exhales, voice trembling and Lu Han knows what he wants but he doesn’t exactly keep lube sitting out on his balcony. He gives Zitao’s cock a few languid strokes, licking at the bruises he’s formed on Zitao’s smooth skin, before carefully grasping Zitao by the collar.
“I need you to stay here,” Lu Han instructs, a hand smoothing down the bumps of Zitao’s spine. Zitao, pupils dilated and panting, looks confused but Lu Han kisses him softly, pulling away, holding Zitao down by the collar. “Stay, be good for me.”
He scoots out from underneath Zitao, petting skin as he goes, still holding Zitao in place by the collar. Zitao seems to understand now, whimpering sadly as Lu Han stands, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Lu Han bends down to kiss him again, sucking on Zitao’s upper lip, licking at the cute curve of his philtrum before pulling back. One last chaste kiss before he lets go of the collar and Zitao stays, following Lu Han’s every step until he disappears from sight.
Lu Han grabs the lube from his bedside drawer, hurrying back, knowing that Zitao would come after him if he took any longer. When he gets back, his breath catches at the back of his throat, Zitao having shifted onto his stomach, rutting against the lounging chair, desperate little mewls almost painful.
“Fuck,” Lu Han whispers and Zitao stills, ass half up in the air. Lu Han finally manages to move forward when Zitao sends him a pleading look, eyes a little misty. Lu Han wanted more.
“You couldn’t wait, could you?” Lu Han scolds, pushing Zitao’s ass higher up, forcing him to spread his legs apart, head still resting against the cushioning of the chair. Zitao holds the position shamelessly, tail wiggling in the air above them and Lu Han drops the lube between Zitao’s legs, another idea occuring to him. “Bad boys don’t get cock, Zitao.”
Zitao lets out a little wail, pathetic and Lu Han smirks, spreading Zitao’s ass cheeks apart, thumb rubbing against the rim of Zitao’s asshole. He watches as Zitao’s dick twitches, hard and leaking, thighs already shaking from desperation.
“Please,” Zitao pants, nails digging into the chair underneath him. His ears are pressed against his head, pretty mouth parted as he lets out a moan when Lu Han squeezes his ass, bending to press a kiss against the small of his back. Lu Han makes his way down, licking smooth skin until he reaches Zitao’s pucked hole and he can feel the tension in Zitao’s legs, the want.
He blows against it experimentally, laughs when Zitao hisses, hands tightening in the cushioning. “Do you like that?”
Zitao only presses his ass back, tail wrapping around the back of Lu Han’s neck and he grins, finally giving Zitao something more when he licks the rim, wetting his entrance with spit. Zitao groans, head hiding between his arms as Lu Han kisses his hole, tongue pressing in, a cool breeze reminding him that they were still on their balcony. Lu Han was eating Zitao’s ass on the balcony.
The reminder brings a rush into Lu Han’s blood and he wants this even more now, wants to make Zitao scream, leave him debauched and spent. He lets his tongue trace the rim, hands holding Zitao’s cheeks apart. Zitao’s indecent moans send blood rushing downwards and Lu Han can feel his cock straining against his underwear.
Pushing his tongue in once more, Lu Han presses it against Zitao’s walls, licking in as Zitao cries into the chair, sobs muffled as he hides his face between his hands. Lu Han pushes further, knows he’s gotten to Zitao’s prostate from the way he bucks back, crying out Lu Han’s name loud enough for the neighbours to hear. Pulling back, Lu Han catches his breath, strokes Zitao’s tail before he wets a finger in his mouth, pushing it in with his tongue and this time he rubs at Zitao’s prostate until he thrashes, squeezing at the base of Zitao’s cock to hold him off, tease him a little longer.
“You like that, huh,” Lu Han smirks, finger relentless as it rubs against Zitao’s prostate and he loves watching Zitao fall apart, loves seeing his shoulder strain in desperation, thighs shaking from the need to come. “Always so fucking needy, aren’t you, Zitao? Well, I’ll let you come to your heart’s content today.”
The second Lu han loosens his hand from around Zitao’s cock, fisting it only once, Zitao comes, jizzes all over the cushion, breath ragged as he gasps and whimpers, body going limp. Lu Han only flips him over, let’s him lie in his own cum as he squirts lube onto his fingers.
“We’re not done yet, boy,” Lu Han smiles, before he wraps his mouth around Zitao’s softened cock, lubed fingers already pushing back into Zitao’s entrance and crooking just right. Zitao hisses, lets out a pathetic wail of Lu Han’s name and Lu Han knows he’s still sensitive but he wants to see how quickly Zitao gets turned on again, how easy he falls apart this time.
Lu Han sucks on the head of Zitao’s cock, hand fisting the length and he feels it harden in his mouth as he sinks down onto it, fingers thrusting into Zitao roughly. He’s not looking to be nice.
Zitao’s voice comes out in little stutters, tears clinging to his eyelashes and Lu Han loves the flush on his cheeks, loves how wrecked he looks with splatters of cum across his belly. It doesn’t take long before Zitao is moaning, hips bucking upwards into Lu Han’s mouth, cock hard as Lu Han swirls his tongue around the head. He licks the length a few times as he angles his fingers, pushing into Zitao in sync with his sucking, cheeks hollowed out.
Zitao’s thighs press closer, fingers tangling into Lu Han’s hair as he begs Lu Han to let him come with repeated moans of his name. “Please, Lu Han, Lu Han.”
Lu Han only adds in a third finger, preparing Zitao for what was to come next and it does the trick, Zitao’s body tensing as he comes, thighs squeezing around Lu Han’s head. His cum is salty, thicker than Lu Han would have thought considering this was his second round but Lu Han swallows it down all the same, licking his lips as he pulls off Zitao’s cock.
He watches Zitao’s chest heave up and down, eyes closed and mouth gaping open as he attempts to come down from his orgasm but Lu Han’s not finished. Pulling his fingers out, Lu Han finally frees his own cock, groaning when he pushes his sweats and underwear down, hand fisting around his erect cock. He pours lube onto it, obscene squelching noise alerting Zitao.
Ears piqued upwards, Zitao lifts his head just slightly to look at Lu Han, who pulls Zitao closer, dragging him down and leaning in for a kiss. “You gonna be a good boy to the very end, Zitao, hmm?”
He fists his dry hand in Zitao’s hair, pulling on the strands and Zitao whines, head nodding as he attempts to kiss Lu Han again. Laughing, Lu Han lets him hold him there for a minute, maybe two, tongues tangling before he pulls away, holding Zitao in place by the hair.
Thrusting into Zitao’s ass in one swift go, balls deep, Lu Han relaxes his grip in Zitao’s hair, murmuring soft platitudes to keep him still. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Zitao nods, fingers scrabbling to find purchase on Lu Han’s shoulders and Lu Han can’t help but lean in and kiss him before he starts moving, slow at first as he watches Zitao’s brows scrunch up. His hair ruffles in the breeze and Lu Han picks up his pace, lets Zitao sink back as he rams into him, his eyes shut as he gives Lu Han hiccuped gasps, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes once more. “Lu Han.”
“Fuck,” Lu Han groans, Zitao’s pleading voice going straight to his dick and he wants to wreck him, coat him inside out with cum. Sweat drips down Lu Han’s brow as he hoists Zitao’s leg over his shoulder, fixing his angle to slam into Zitao’s sweet spot with every thrust. Lu Han wraps a hand around Zitao’s cock, begins pumping and he wants Zitao to come one more time before he finishes, wants to see how much more he has left in him.
Zitao is sobbing, nails digging into Lu Han’s bicep as he fists Zitao’s cock, and when he comes, short spurts of spunk shooting out and landing against his abs, Lu Han knows Zitao’s dry, sobs shaking through his body. He spreads the cum across Zitao’s stomach, fingers tracing it upwards until he’s drawn circles around Zitao’s nipples.
Pinching a bud between his fingers, Lu Han pulls and Zitao screams, spent and hoarse and Lu Han can feel how tight he is around him and he knows his own thrusts have gotten erratic, can feel the tightness in his balls, the singing in his body as the build up hits the precipice. And Lu Han is falling, shooting his load into Zitao’s ass, coating his walls and even as he pulls out, Lu Han fists his cock until he milks out every last drop, painting Zitao’s thighs white.
It takes him a moment to gather his own breathing, holding himself up with a hand placed on Zitao’s firm thigh. He looks down at Zitao, debauched and smiles at his own handiwork.
“What a good boy,” Lu Han compliments, stroking the jut of Zitao’s hip bone and Zitao lets out a little pleased sound, sniffing as he looks at Lu Han. He’s exhausted and Lu Han knows he’ll sleep like the dead tonight but he can’t help himself when he pushes his fingers back into Zitao’s ass, through his own cum and watches Zitao cry as he scrapes a blunt nail against his prostate.
Zitao’s voice shakes as he whimpers Lu Han’s name, mouth red and shiny with spit. Lu Han thrusts in slowly, takes his other hand to scoop cum up and smear it against Zitao’s cheeks, push his dirty fingers into Zitao’s mouth and watch him suck as Lu Han works slowly to get him hard again.
It takes longer than Lu Han expects, Zitao’s cock red and overly sensitive. Zitao winces as he sucks on Lu Han’s fingers but Lu Han pushes him further, pulls his hand away to wrap around Zitao’s half hard cock.
“Zitao’s gonna come for Lu Han, right? Like a good boy,” Lu Han encourages, Lu Han’s fingers creating loud squelching sounds as they push through his own cum. The obscene noise mingles with Zitao’s strained moans, his chest heaving as Lu Han brings him back to the edge. Zitao’s stomach quivers and Lu Han knows he’s almost there, picks up his pace before he reaches down to kiss Zitao soundly, swallowing his pained groans.
Zitao comes with a shudder, nails digging into Lu Han’s shoulder impossibly hard, breaking skin. There’s blood when he pulls away but Lu Han doesn’t care. Zitao’s been so good for him.
“N-no,” Zitao attempts, trying to follow Lu Han as he moves away. They’ve made a mess of the chair but Lu Han can get a new one. He sinks back down, fingers petting Zitao’s hair as he licks at Lu Han’s mouth, wanting Lu Han’s reassurance, his affection.
“I’m right here,” Lu Han whispers, kissing Zitao over and over and over again, until he can finally pull his fingers out of him, Zitao’s body relaxing in Lu Han’s arms. “There’s a good boy. Such a good boy. I’m so proud of you.”
Zitao mewls, sniffling when he nuzzles his nose into the crook of Lu Han’s neck. Lu Han holds him there until he’s sure Zitao’s dozed off before he rises to get a wet cloth to start cleaning him up. Getting him to the bed was going to be an even bigger challenge but Lu Han’s heart only swells bigger, aching as he looks down at Zitao’s curled up form.
Lu Han swipes Zitao’s hair to the side, places a kiss against his forehead before he pulls up his own sweats and heads to the kitchen. As far as Sundays went, this was a particularly good one.
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