[Fic] Nothing More Than Ordinary Life PT III

[thesockmonster]

Jongin comes home the next evening with leftover pizza from the small gathering they'd had at the office to celebrate the end of the year. Kyungsoo sits with him on the couch, abandoning the kitchen table and they stay up until midnight as they eat and comment on the lack of decent television. They bundle up in their coats and stand just outside the front door to watch the fireworks going off with smiles and hands buried deep in their pockets. Jongin is a little more fascinated by the genuine happiness on Kyungsoo's face than the colorful lights exploding in the sky. He keeps stealing glances, finding himself smiling and wishing the night would never end.

Luhan spots them from next door and bounds over with the sloppiest grin on his face and he pounces Kyungsoo again. The poor cat sinks to the ground with Luhan on his back as Jongin tries to pull him off. Minseok joins in on the tugging and they all fall to the ground in a puffy pile of coats and legs. Kyungsoo giggles at the bottom even though there are three bodies squishing him and Jongin huffs as he finally shoves Luhan away. He checks over Kyungsoo twice before he's satisfied he hasn't been injured and he frowns at Luhan who is now cowering behind his owner's back.

"I just wanted to play," Luhan pouts and he peers over Minseok's shoulder with drooping ears.

"Not after midnight," Minseok chides and Luhan sinks down again.

They part with promises of soon and shuffle inside to crawl in bed together and pass out.

Kyungsoo sings while he takes a bath and it makes Jongin smile because he can hear it through the thin walls.

Kyungsoo steals one of Jongin's blankets to keep on his side of the couch and the man instinctively keeps that spot empty even if the cat is elsewhere.

Kyungsoo comes to Jongin and doesn't hesitate to lay his head on his lap to be scratched, purring and humming softly until they're both dangerously close to falling asleep.

Kyungsoo clings to Jongin when they go to bed, nuzzling his face in his neck and wrapping his tail around his waist.

Kyungsoo makes Jongin feel like a different person, someone less jaded by the world and he can't remember a time when he's smiled so much.

Jongin refuses to live without him.

"Buying?" Joonmyun comments as he looks over Jongin's shoulder at his computer screen. There's the website for a real estate company still up on his browser that he'd forgotten to close.

"Selling," he corrects and hands his boss the file he requested. Joonmyun hums, but leaves it alone.

Jongin's come to the conclusion that if he sells his house, they'd have enough to buy a small apartment and have a buffer just in case. The bills would be cheaper and he would be able to dote on Kyungsoo properly with clothes and better food and more manga because he's going through Jongin's collection at an alarming rate. As long as Kyungsoo's there, anyplace can be home.

He watches as Sehun makes himself at home with juice in hand and his feet resting on top of the desk. There's no use scolding him or trying to remove his sneakers from the papers he's set them on. Jongin settles for sending him a dirty look and his eyes catch Sehun swallowing, the lump going down until it's hidden by the collar around his neck. It's not hot in the office, the thermostat kept at a comfortable median, but Jongin's feels too warm and his palms are beginning to get clammy.

If he got Kyungsoo a collar, would he wear it? Does he want to stay with Jongin?

Through all the uncertainty and spending the rest of his day feeling slightly nauseous in anticipation, Jongin finds himself inside a small shop that sells collars. He'd never been in one before and the sheer variety sends him reeling. There are collars of every size and color, some studded and some bejeweled. He spies one series of collars with rings all the way around for charms on a rack next to a case of individual charms. It's a bit much and knows something that gaudy isn't for Kyungsoo.

There's a natural beauty to Kyungsoo that Jongin doesn't want to upset. It's a delicate balance between his black hair and almost white skin, with pink lips and dark eyes to add a splash of color. Kyungsoo doesn't need anything to take away from that and in the end, Jongin finds a simple black collar he can only imagine will look perfect wrapped around his soft neck.

The small circle is light in his palm, but he feels weighed down by the responsibility and commitment that comes attached. It's a lifelong promise, one not taken lightly and Jongin's unsure if he's feeling so torn because he's about to take a giant leap or because he's afraid Kyungsoo will reject him. The last few weeks have been eventful, from finding him freezing and alone to not being able to think about life without his smile. Will this make Kyungsoo smile?

Jongin pockets the collar and drives home, trying not to think of what's about to happen. Dinner's already on the table when he walks in, Kyungsoo expecting him to be home sooner, but he doesn't ask about his tardiness and Jongin doesn't offer an excuse. His mind is too preoccupied, watching the cat from across the table as he eats, already imagining him wearing the collar, a startling black against white and his noodles get stuck halfway down.

Plates cleared and stomachs full, Jongin is reconsidering his decision to eat. If anything, the meal only makes his stomach hurt more. Kyungsoo gets up to wash the dishes and Jongin follows, wrapping fingers around the feline's arm and turning him around. He looks startled and Jongin swallows over the thick lump embedded in his throat.

"I got something for you today," he begins, voice wavering a little and by now his nervousness is obvious.

Kyungsoo ears tilt forward a little and his tail wraps around his own leg for security. "You didn't have to get me anything," he says in a soft voice.

"But I wanted - want to." Jongin slips his hand into his pocket and Kyungsoo follows the action with his eyes and he wonders if he's about to ruin everything. His fingers clasp around the symbol of ownership and he hesitates before pulling it out. The surprise is written all over Kyungsoo, from his body language to his ears, and his eyes keep flitting from the collar in his outstretched palm to Jongin's face and back. "I know what it means, what comes with a collar and you don't have to take it," Jongin begins in a rush. "I don't want you to feel obligated because you're not. I just need you to understand I'm serious and I promise you will never be without a home with me. If you don't want this, it's ok. You don't have to leave. You'll always be welcome here."

There's no response and Kyungsoo isn't moving. Jongin lets his hand fall from the cat's arm with the resignation of being rejected. Very carefully he places the collar on the kitchen table and backs away from the shell-shocked feline. Disappointment threatens to spill hot tears down his cheeks, but he holds them off. His heart hurts with every beat and the silence is loud in his ears. Jongin turns on the television to drown out the myriad of thoughts and emotions crashing down on his shoulders, settling down on the couch.

Colors flicker across the screen and in the distance he hears water running in the kitchen. Kyungsoo is doing the dishes. A smile threatens to pluck at his lips, but it falls short and Jongin focuses on the pixelized laughing faces and their scripted banter because it's better than rejection. One tv show leads to another and Jongin doesn't turn his head when he feels the couch dip under Kyungsoo's weight. He doesn't look down when the cat's head lands on his lap either, but he does pet him as he always does. Kyungsoo settles nicely against him, almost as if Jongin's body melds to his needs. This is nice, perfect even and it's why he never wants it to stop.

Minutes later, Kyungsoo's small hand reaches up and grabs Jongin's wrist, stilling his motions. Jongin holds his breath as his hand is trailed down, over hair and soft skin until it meets a rougher texture. Kyungsoo relinquishes his grip as Jongin inhales sharply. His eyes dart down for confirmation, taking in black against white, collar buckled snug against the skin of Kyungsoo's neck. There are a thousand things running through his mind, all of them he wants to say out loud, but none of it seems appropriate.

Jongin drags the pads of his fingers over the top of the collar and the skin above it. Kyungsoo shudders before a low purr starts and with that he knows he doesn't need to say anything. This is enough. Kyungsoo is his. The weight in his heart lifts only to be replaced with a different, more serene tempo.

It's Saturday when Jongin hears his cellphone ringing and he searches blindly with his hand until it wraps around the stupid device. He's sorely tempted to throw it, but cracks an eye open to hit the answer button instead. "What?" he rasps out, trying to keep it low because Kyungsoo is still asleep.

"Morning Princess," Wufan teases and if they were face to face, he might have been inclined to punch him right in his handsome face.

"Is there any particular reason why you're calling me before 7 on a weekend or do you enjoy being an asshole?"

"I have two reasons, actually: Baekhyun and Yixing."

"I will not catsit for you again." The last time had been a disaster with Baekhyun trying to redecorate his house and Yixing prancing around in hardly anything for a week. Not to mention the lack of hot water.

Wufan snorts unattractively. "No, but they do want you to visit. With Kyungsoo. And I do believe Baekhyun's exact words were, 'tell Jongin to bring Kyungsoo or I'll skin him alive'."

"I fail to see the incentive in this."

"There's free coffee."

"We'll be there soon." Damn addiction.

Kyungsoo rolls over with a groan, tail smacking Jongin in the face when he tries to wake him up. The feline burrows further into the comforter and it's insanely cute. It's more than tempting to crawl back in with him and snuggle for a few more hours, but coffee. And friendship. Jongin makes sure to mention chocolate chip muffins and Kyungsoo rolls out of bed sleepily, but without complaint.

Jongin was right. Those red skinny jeans are sinful, curving around Kyungsoo's thighs deliciously and Jongin nearly tosses him onto the mattress until he remembers they aren't in that type of relationship. Maybe if he's lucky enough one day he'll get the courage to take the leap. Until then, he stares and probably drools a little, appreciating the shift of the collar around Kyungsoo's neck when he zips up his coat. And even with most of his face covered, Jongin can tell he's smiling.

Wufan hands Jongin a cup of coffee the moment he steps in the shop and promptly takes a hop back out of reach. Jongin chuckles and inhales deeply, letting the steam warm his nose and the smell coat his nose and throat. It feels like it's been forever since he's been able to enjoy the simple pleasure of sipping caffeine without being rushed or pressed for cash. Because it's free. And he looks up when three gasps reverberate through the room and pull him out of his reverie. Jongin locks eyes with Kyungsoo, his coat unzipped and halfway off, exposing his brand new collar.

Yixing and Baekhyun proceed to shriek like teenage girls in a cosmetics shop on free sample day while Wufan stares dumbly at Kyungsoo's neck. The two cats fawn over the collar as they drag Kyungsoo off to a booth and squeeze in.

"I thought you couldn't do that," Wufan comments, finally pulling his gaze away.

"I'm selling my house to do that."

"I knew you liked him." Wufan elbows Jongin playfully in the ribs and they both laugh. "Be careful though."

"Careful?"

"If I know Baekhyun, he'll try to convince Kyungsoo he needs diamonds."

Jongin burns his tongue on his coffee and inhales the liquid. Ow.

Jongin drops the files in his arms and curses before bending to pick the papers off the floor. Another set of hands join and he looks up to see Joonmyun assisting with the mess. He thanks him and continues until they're all neatly stacked even if they aren't in the proper folders anymore. It's going to take an hour at least to resort them.

Instead of heading back to his office, Joonmyun chooses to sit on the side of Jongin's desk. "There's a new position in the company opening up," he starts and Jongin blinks up at him. "I'd really like you to apply."

"Me? What position?"

"Personal assistant." And there's a smug grin on Joonmyun's face. "My personal assistant. It's a lot more interesting than this, I daresay and it pays better. Plus, you can finally put that business degree of yours to use. Interested?"

Jongin would have to be an idiot to say no. "I am."

"Great, you're hired. You start in the morning."

Jongin finds himself reeling a little from whiplash and doesn't have a chance to ask what the hell just happened before Joonmyun's disappeared. He looks down at the papers in front of him and sets them aside.

"You have cake," Kyungsoo observes as soon as Jongin gets in the door, shuffling the confection from one hand to the other so he can slide off his coat.

"I have cake," he says with a smile, enjoying the way Kyungsoo is eyeing the treat with barely contained excitement. Jongin's little splurge is totally worth it just seeing this kind of reaction. He figures with his new raise, he can pay half the electric bill for now and the rest when he gets his next check.

"Is there a reason for cake?"

Jongin sets the cake on the table before he can drop it. "I got a promotion," he blurts out and suddenly he has his arms full of cat.

The first thing he notices is the pleasant smell, followed by warmth, but the best part is the feel of plush lips against his own. It doesn't last long, Kyungsoo bouncing back with a horrified look on his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't -" Jongin sees fit to cut the cat off with a second kiss, tilting his head up by his chin and pressing their mouths back together. Kyungsoo toed the line first and Jongin is going to obliterate it, drawing him into his arms so he can hold him close. He feels hands gripping the back of his shirt, pulling him closer and Jongin smiles, enjoys being enveloped in this haze of happiness.

When they part, Jongin bumps their noses together and Kyungsoo laughs. "Cake?"

If Jongin didn't know any better, he'd think Kyungsoo liked the cake more than him. The cat hums appreciatively with each bite, licking frosting off his fingers and lips in such a tantalizing way that Jongin sometimes leans in to do it for him just to see his eyes cloud and cheeks flush. Plain old vanilla frosting has never tasted better. Kyungsoo leans forward to wipe frosting across Jongin's bottom lip before he laves it off and in one swift move the cat is on his lap. Jongin takes his time licking his way through Kyungsoo's parted lips, pulling away when the cat pushes forward because he's not going fast enough. A desperate little whine filters between their mouths and Jongin finally kisses him the way he's been wanting to kiss him for a while. Kyungsoo has hands in his hair, holding on tighter each time their tongues glide together. It's divine and Jongin becomes addicted from just one taste.

They lay together in bed, Kyungsoo with his head on Jongin's chest and tail around his waist as they always do, but there's something different this time. Jongin can't stop smiling.

"I like you," Kyungsoo mumbles into his shirt, fingers tracing patterns across the fabric that send little shudders through Jongin's skin.

"I like you too." And Jongin thinks maybe the word like is an understatement, but nothing else seems to fit. He seems to be floating somewhere between like and love.

Kyungsoo sits up, looking at Jongin with his bright eyes that seem to shine from the light spilling through the crack in the curtains. "I mean as more - more than my owner."

It's only a small shift before he's sitting up enough to capture Kyungsoo's lips in a kiss. "Me too."

Jongin walks down the hall toward Joonmyun's office with a skip in his step, halting in surprise to see Tao behind his old desk and in a suit. Sehun is at his side, lazily leaning his head on the other cat's shoulder, but Tao doesn't seem to mind. "Morning," Tao greets with a smile.

"Morning."

He supposes it makes sense. Tao's always been more attuned with Joonmyun when it comes to things he needs and this is just an extension. With a mental shrug, he returns Sehun's half-hearted wave and enters his boss' office with a mix of nerves and excitement. Joonmyun's already behind his desk, cellphone balanced between his shoulder and his ear and he motions for Jongin to come over, handing him a printed copy of his schedule (which is quite full and Jongin gulps) and then a packet of papers on top for him to familiarize himself with. It's a rundown of the company they're having a meeting with later and Jongin supposes he's going to be there too.

Joonmyun's call ends and before he can get a word in, it rings again and he groans. Jongin neatly plucks it out of his hand and answers it for him.

When he receives his first check after the promotion (which he certainly doesn't cry over when he sees the amount), Jongin is only too happy to pull his house off the market and resume his morning habit of coffee made by a certain tall blond with feline attachments. His new position isn't as easy as being a secretary, but it's challenging and his respect for Joonmyun skyrockets. The only thing he laments is being so thoroughly exhausted when he gets home.

Kyungsoo is always waiting to greet him, arms around his neck and lips warm as they mumble greetings and silly sentiments. Dinner sits on the table and his - his - cat never lets him get near the dirty dishes. It's a nice, new routine Jongin finds himself adapting to well. Kyungsoo isn't going anywhere and he gets to take his time exploring their new relationship even if sometimes he gets a little impatient. It's not always easy holding back when Kyungsoo is purring against him and his little fingers are scratching down his back as they lay in bed together. But Jongin exerts enough self control to stop things from going too fast. For Kyungsoo's sake.

More often than not, Jongin's showers are now of the cold variety.

Kyungsoo has his tail clutched tight in his hands and his ears are leaning back dangerously when he walks up to Jongin, sitting hesitantly on the edge of the couch. The man shifts to give the cat more space, but he doesn't take it. The look on his face sends a wave of nervousness through Jongin and he's not sure what to expect from this sudden mood shift.

"Can - can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course you can." Jongin wants to give him a reassuring smile, but Kyungsoo won't look at him. This can't be good and his hands ball into fists on his lap.

Kyungsoo clears his throat and fidgets a little further onto the cushion so he's no longer in danger of sliding off. It takes him a moment to find the right words, mouth opening and closing a few times. Each time he thinks his cat is going to say something, Jongin braces himself for the worst. "I'm-going-to-go-into-heat-soon," Kyungsoo finally gets out in a rush.

"Going to - oh." Realization slaps Jongin in the face and all the breath pushes out of his lungs. "Oh." And he cringes at how high pitched his voice comes out. It's high school all over again. "How- how do you usually handle . . . it?"

There's a deep red filling in Kyungsoo's cheeks and he slouches. "By myself."

Jongin reaches over and hefts the cat onto his lap, hugging him close and waiting for Kyungsoo to relax against him. "I'll take care of you." And Jongin really hopes that didn't sound as skeezy out loud as it did in his head.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Kyungsoo takes his time running the tip of his nose up the side of Jongin's neck and over his cheek before kissing him lightly while the man is attempting to reign in his sudden wild imagination. "But I don't want our first time to be because of that."

And there it goes, Jongin deflating because of course he doesn't want that. Why would he? He understands, he really does, and he's willing to wait. Jongin will take this at Kyungsoo's pace even if there are now hands stroking along the bare skin of his stomach which means the cat's managed to get them under his shirt.

A warm mouth skims under his ear and Jongin feels Kyungsoo's breath across his face. "I want you now," the cat purrs before his teeth tug on his ear lightly.

"What."

"Jongin," Kyungsoo whines and the tone sends a shudder of need all the way to his curled toes.

Jongin groans and brings Kyungsoo up, kisses him hard as the tight grip he had on his lust slips from his grasp. If Kitty wants to play, Jongin will play.

With a heave, he sits up fully, bringing Kyungsoo with him so he can stand. "We're not doing this on the couch," he informs the cat when he sees the sudden fear on his face; as if it were possible Jongin could reject him. Kyungsoo wraps his arms around Jongin's neck and the smile returns to his face. Even after all the food and time to build his weight up, Kyungsoo is still light in his arms and it feels right. He settles comfortably in the empty spaces and makes Jongin feel complete. Unable to help himself, he buries his face in Kyungsoo's neck after laying him atop the comforter, neither of them letting go of their hold.

Kyungsoo nestles into the blanket with a sigh as Jongin's lips connect with his jaw and throat in a heated trail. The soft little noises Kyungsoo makes go straight to Jongin gut, swirling and mixing with lust until he's hard and pressing uncomfortably in his pants. He can't wait to fully claim Kyungsoo, bury inside his tempting body until he screams. He wants to brand his name all over this creature so no one else touches.

Jongin licks along the top of Kyungsoo's collar and his breath hitches, sharp and punctuated with a low moan. The more he teases around the leather, the tighter Kyungsoo clings to him, thighs tightening around his sides and fingers pulling at his hair. His voice cracks when Jongin bites and hips lift off the mattress to grind into Jongin's pelvis with need. Kyungsoo's just as hard as he is.

Ideally, they'd take their time, explore each other fully with eager hands and warm mouths, but this has been building for too long. Kyungsoo ignores Jongin's shirt in his haste to rid the man of his pants, unbuttoning and tugging the zipper down before sliding his hands underneath the fabric to sink nails in the firm muscle of his ass and force him down. It's so good, pressure and friction and Kyungsoo's voice in his ear, begging for more.

Cold air rushes in when their bodies part, but it's only long enough for hands shaking with anticipation to peel down pants and force shirts over their heads. It musses Kyungsoo's hair wonderfully and his ears are already twitching from impatience. Jongin drinks in the sight beneath him greedily; pale skin flushed and starting to shine with sweat, lips turned red by his own and fleshy thighs spread for him to fit himself between. Kyungsoo calls his name, reaches a hand out for contact and Jongin takes it, laces their fingers together and squeezes as he gives him a smile.

Blood rushes in his ears, instinct more than anything driving him to remove the last obstacles, boxers landing on carpet without a sound. Jongin begins at the bottom, fingertips digging into the supple flesh of Kyungsoo's thighs before he gives in to his own desires and leans in to replace his fingers with his mouth. Kyungsoo mewls, lifts into the touch as his hands find themselves buried in Jongin's hair again. His tail has managed to snake around Jongin's arm, the end flicking over skin enough to tease.

Jongin sucks a red mark high on Kyungsoo's inner thigh and he hears a moan when he scrapes his teeth over it gently. The sound is addicting and Jongin repeats the action so he can hear it again, but this time Kyungsoo gives out a whine after, shifting his hips down so his cock is closer to the man's mouth. He knows what he wants and Jongin is all too willing to give it to him - to give him anything. He dips his head, takes the tip of Kyungsoo's erection through his lips and the cat suddenly begins to purr.

The vibrations of the sound resonate down and Jongin can feel it through his hips where his hands are pressing him down. Kyungsoo tries to lift when Jongin sinks his mouth further, tongue wrapping around the hard flesh and slicking him up for an easier slide. His own arousal throbs painfully between his legs, but the way Kyungsoo is already falling apart is too delicious to pull away from. Whimpers and moans are music to Jongin, getting higher and higher with each bob of his head. He feels Kyungsoo's thighs trembling and the fingers in his hair pull at the roots in an effort to control his movements, but he won't allow it.

Jongin takes in as much of Kyungsoo's cock as he can, relaxing when he feels the tip hit his throat. His gaze flickers up, locking eyes with Kyungsoo before he hollows his cheeks and swallows. The cat nearly screams, tugging and ripping at Jongin's hair until he has no choice but to follow. Surprisingly he's being dragged up and he's mouth to mouth with an eager lover, licking and nipping at his lips as he tries to catch his breath. Kyungsoo's hands are all over him, moving from his shoulders down his back before slipping under to his stomach. Jongin inhales when the pads of his fingers glide along his stomach and tease further down until sliding around his sides instead to grab his thighs. He digs fingers in and pulls up, the skin to skin glide of their bodies enticing a moan out of them both only to be swallowed between kisses.

All he needs is a little, just enough to dull the ache hanging heavy between his legs so Jongin grinds down. His cock rubs against Kyungsoo's dry skin catching against patches of saliva leftover and it's not perfect, but it will do. Just a little more.

"Jongin, I need you," Kyungsoo breathes out, attempting to still his own hips that are moving up to meet every one of Jongin's thrusts.

"I'll be right back." Jongin leaves one last bruising kiss on his lips before leaving a panting, demanding Kyungsoo in the middle of his bed. It's about now he's cursing himself for not thinking of transferring the lube from the bathroom to the bedroom on their earlier trip, but to be fair he wasn't exactly thinking properly either. Bottle in hand, he dashes back in and Kyungsoo sits up enough to have his arms around Jongin before he can crawl over him fully.

Their mouths come together once more and Jongin uses it as a distraction, wets his fingers and slips them between parted thighs. Kyungsoo pulls away when he feels him pushing against him and Jongin feels a rush of emotion at the absolute trust displayed across his beautiful face. Hands wind around his neck and legs spread further, allowing Jongin to slide one finger through the ring of muscle. Kyungsoo tenses around him only for a split second before relaxing again, abusing his bottom lip with his teeth. Jongin goes slow, examines his cat's features for signs he should stop because the last thing he wants is to hurt him.

It takes longer for Kyungsoo to adjust to a second finger and Jongin kisses the uneasiness away. He brushes his thumb over a red tinted cheek and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to save it from his teeth. Jongin thinks it's the little moments like these that are perfect, where their eyes meet and the only thing to spoil the silence is the heavy breathing spilling from parted lips. His heart swells and Kyungsoo clings to him a little more, an elbow hooked around the back of his neck as he uses it for leverage. He's rolling his hips down and the gasps he makes are from pleasure now.

A third finger is both better and worse. The initial intrusion stills Kyungsoo for a moment and he clamps down hard enough to halt all movement. The anticipation of being so close to being inside Kyungsoo, of claiming him mind and body has Jongin painfully hard. His patience is dangling by a thread, especially with the whimpers the cat makes as he begins shallowly pushing down again. He stretches and makes sure there's no signs of pain before removing his fingers and sitting back on his knees.

Kyungsoo is looking at him through hooded eyes and he swipes his tongue across already wet lips. The pure allure of such a sight has Jongin shuddering, wanting more and more and this time, he can have. Making sure to coat himself thoroughly, he spreads a little more on Kyungsoo's entrance too just to be safe.

The slide in is hot and slow and Jongin can barely breathe, not made easier when Kyungsoo brings him down for a distracting kiss. He brings up one of Kyungsoo's legs, settling it on his hip and presses all the way inside with one last push. Nails dig into his shoulder blades and he hears a whimper. But he doesn't stop, merely drags his cock out slowly and welcomes the low moan it brings. Kyungsoo swings his other leg up and begins lifting his hips, head falling back into the pillow and mouth open as noises die in his throat. Jongin hears a choked moan of his name and snaps his hips harder, digs fingers into boney hips and quickens the pace.

A soft purr shoots vibrations into Jongin's cock and his thrusts stutter for a moment. He hadn't been expecting that or the tail now coiling around his thigh tighter and tighter. The heat builds, condenses and fills Jongin until it's bordering on too much. The way Kyungsoo is forcing his body down, how his spine arches off the mattress and his ears keep rising and falling all drive Jongin crazy. He wants so much and it only builds.

Jongin's had enough lovers in his life to know this is different, set apart from the rest by a wide margin. He's never wanted to curl into someone and burrow into their skin so they'll never be parted. It's always been Jongin first and everyone else as an afterthought, but right now and for every day after, Kyungsoo is number one.

He can feel it all unwind, bodies running on adrenaline and a need to reach a pinnacle that's just out of reach. Jongin's fingers wrap around Kyungsoo's cock and stroke along with their thrusting, sending him careening into a climax that stiffens his entire body and silences his cries. It's so good and Jongin can't stop himself from coming hard inside his lover, pushing in and in until he's left drained and sated.

Jongin doesn't want to crush Kyungsoo and makes an attempt to roll off, but the cat isn't having any of that. Arms and legs hold him down and Jongin nuzzles his face into a damp neck. The smell of sex and sweat and leather hit his nose and Jongin teases along Kyungsoo's collar with his nose and Kyungsoo twitches. He seems to be very sensitive around his collar and Jongin makes sure to catalog that under things to do next time - and every time after.

The tail that had been secure around his leg is now lazily waving on the bunched up blanket. Kyungsoo turns his head so their lips meet in a tender kiss ended with a smile of satisfaction.

The water is hot, verging on too much, but neither of them are complaining. Jongin is pressed against the back of the tub and Kyungsoo is nestled between his legs, back to chest. Baths really aren't Jongin's thing, preferring to know he's getting clean in a shower, but he also knows the hot water will soothe the pain of their previous activity. Kyungsoo had hissed and curled in on himself when he'd tried to move and Jongin hated feeling useless. So he did what he knew and drew him a bath, being conned into joining by pouty lips and sweet kisses.

Kyungsoo leans back, finished with his playful splashing for the moment and lays his head on Jongin's chest. Another small moment Jongin will cherish, wrapping arms around his cat and leaning his face down enough to kiss his temple. "My Kitty Soo," he says, squeezing his arms tighter and he sees the tips of Kyungsoo's ears go red and the smile spread on his face.

It doesn't get better than this.

Two mornings later Jongin wakes before his alarm is set to go off. He cracks open one eye and then the other when he sees why he's no longer sleeping. Kyungsoo is licking down his bare chest, mouth going ever lower until it reaches the faint patch of hair. What's more shocking is how hard Kyungsoo is, hips rutting down into Jongin's thigh enough to draw out gasps that now hit saliva slick skin and send shivers through his body. Jongin leans up on his elbow enough to slip two fingers under Kyungsoo's collar and he hauls the cat up to kiss him and take care of him just like he promised.

So maybe it gets a little better.

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A/N: I don't even know why this is so long. *sobs* If you managed to make it all the way through, THANK YOU! And if any of you are from my tlist, I apologize for all my whining because there was a lot of it.