Cat Scratch Fever: The YooSu Interlude
Title: Cat Scratch Fever: The YooSu Interlude
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu (Yunho/Yoochun BFFery)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: When I read something about them that I don't like, I take over their lives and write a fanfic about it, but I cannot do this in real life.
Summary: Yoochun finds himself stranded on some random planet in Sector 7 while his ship is repaired. Little does he know that pleasure in the form of claws, a tail and a perfect ass are waiting for him.
Warning: Sci-fi fic, prostitution, cat!Jaejoong, cat!Junsu
A/N: This fic is for vk_loli again, because she was driving while I told her about this story on our way to Casper, WY. I wasn't going to write it, but ... yeah ...
The title was inspired by this song. And the lyrics work very well with Jaejoong's job description: Cat Scratch Fever by Ted Nugent
The YooSu Interlude: Why You Should Never Trust your Navigational Equipment Right After you Narrowly Escaped being Kidnapped by Pirates because you May or May not Have Smuggled All the Plutonium Off Their Ship
THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 3 YEARS BEFORE THE MEETING OF YUNJAE!!!
and just so we're not confused, NO this is NOT the epilogue. The epilogue will be finished and posted sometime tomorrow
“Where the Fuck am I?” Yoochun asked no one.
He was running low on fuel, and the equipment kept saying he was in sector four, but sector four was where he had been before he’d taken that blast to the side of his ship and then hit the “get the fuck out of here” button on the control panel and zoomed away.
He was as good as fucked.
“But hey,” he said as he tired to reconfigure the navigation program, “I have a full load of plutonium. At least whoever finds me floating in the middle of nowhere will be a richer man.”
The navigation beeped at him and then went dark. He punched it again.
“Entering sector seven,” a female voice said.
Yoochun sat up and said, “What the hell is in sector seven?” He pulled up the navigation again and decided it was still broken, but there was a planet that had a Federation code and since he had no other ideas, he set coordinates for that. If it was there, he’d barely make it on fumes, and if it wasn’t, then he’d be floating in space anyway.
(~^_^~)
“I’m sorry!” Yoochun said to the technician. Both had masks over their faces. “I told you I had no control.”
“What kind of pilot are you?” he demanded and turned quickly.
Yoochun was shocked to see a brown tail coming out of his lower back. “I’m a pirate pilot. Now, if you don’t mind, will you please tell me if you can fix my ship.”
“Yeah, we can fix it. But it’s going to cost you half of the plutonium in it.”
“Fine, fine. Just get me out of here. How long is it going to take?”
The creature’s eyes narrowed into slits and Yoochun was reminded of his mother’s cats that stared at him when he did something naughty growing up.
“At least three days.”
“Three days!”
“I could just catapult your ass into orbit.”
Yoochun huffed and said, “Sorry. I have not had a good week and I should not be taking it out on you. Fix the ship, and I’ll just let you have the plutonium. It hasn’t even been worth the hassle. Where can I go to get a shower and good meal around here?”
The creature smirked. He pointed. “Go to that shuttle and tell him to take you to the Purple Line. It’s a couple hours away, but I will call ahead for you and arrange for you to be taken care of.”
“Thank you.”
(~^_^~)
Yoochun stared in awe at the female creature who greeted him as he walked into an ostentatious hotel.
“Park Yoochun-sir,” she said, bowing. A grey and white-striped tail rose from behind her. Her purple vest was cut low enough to show off her breasts. Two little grey ears peaked through her hair (which was also grey and white-striped). “Welcome to the Purple Line.”
“Um, yeah … hi. Where am I?”
“The Purple Line. It’s the name of this Oasis. Jiyon called ahead and we’ve prepared a room for you, but he did not specify your companion, sir. Do you have a preference?”
“Companion?”
“Yes. Just someone to help you relax and take care of you while you stay at the Purple Line. Some female guests are not comfortable with male companions, and some male guests are not comfortable with male companions, so we’d rather ask you before we assign someone to you.”
“Um …” Yoochun didn’t know what to say. Male or female, he didn’t really care. He thought of the female creature’s breasts and then said, “It doesn’t matter. Whoever has the nicest ass.”
She smiled, showing off sharp canines and laughed. She covered her mouth quickly and said, “Excuse me. I haven’t had that request before, but I assure you that you will have the best the Purple Line has to offer. Your luggage has been taken to your room and Daesung will take you up.”
She led him to the elevator and then the man inside bowed. He had golden hair and tail and ears and cat eyes and Yoochun finally blurted out, “Where the hell am I?”
He wasn’t a stranger to alien planets but he’d never seen a cat-like human before.
Daesung smiled. “Some call it an erotic paradise.”
Yoochun scoffed. “I literally crash landed here with faulty nav equipment. What’s the planet’s name?”
“This is FLine 7, sir. And we are called FLines. Though some of us don’t mind being called kitten.”
“FLines. Like felines.”
“So the humans call us. But the word in our language is--” He meowed something, startling Yoochun. “Which translates to the letter F of your language and the word Line. In our language it means Long Tail.”
Yoochun peered around the FLine’s body. His tail twitched. “Huh. Can’t say I’ve ever heard of you guys before, but being in sector seven, I’m not surprised.”
The elevator dinged.
Yoochun bowed to the man and he said, “Your room is the one with the FLine standing outside of it.”
The door shut and Yoochun turned around. There were four doors in this hallway, but no other beings. He picked a direction and turned a corner. Again no FLines. After another corner, he spotted a creature down the hall, kneeling outside a door. Male was the first thing Yoochun noticed. The second was his bright red hair flowing over his shoulders and his bright red tail sliding along the floor. Both were patterned with black markings.
The next thing he noticed was the curve of the creature’s ass.
Oh, god, he definitely got the best ass they had.
He only wore black pants, but a purple collar stood out against his skin.
“Hey,” Yoochun said.
The FLine bowed and said, “Hello, Yoochun-sir.” He stayed bowed and held up his hand. In it was a leash. Yoochun scoffed even as lust coiled through him.
“This place is crazy. Is this my room?”
“Yes, Yoochun-sir. Are you unhappy with the room?”
“I haven’t seen it yet.”
The FLine rose to his feet with a catlike grace that again made lust churn low in Yoochun’s stomach. Even standing, the FLine had a perfect curve to his ass and Yoochun was reaching for it before he knew what he was doing, and at the last second, he yanked his hand back. The FLine bowed again, the leash in his outstretched hand.
“Protocol requires that our guests carry the leashes of their pets while they are here.”
Yoochun almost choked on his tongue. “Pets?”
“Yes, Yoochun-sir.”
“Y-your-you’re my pet?”
“Yes, Yoochun-sir, for the length of your stay with us here at the Purple Line.”
Yoochun swallowed. Already his mind was twisting that ass and the leash into erotic thoughts and pictures. “If you’ll forgive me, what was your name?”
“Junsu, Yoochun-sir.”
“Well, If you’ll forgive me, Junsu-sir, I don’t think I’m comfortable treating you like an leashed animal.”
Junsu nodded once. “Many aren’t at first. I understand.”
Yoochun shook his head in wonder and entered the elaborate room. A large king-sized bed sat in the far corner. There was a small sitting area near the door, and a door to a balcony, another door and a kitchenette. Everything was decorated with browns and purples.
“The bathroom is through that door, Yoochun-sir, if you’d like to clean up a little. I was told you almost crashed into our space port.”
“Well, yeah. No nav and no gas are a bad combination.”
Yoochun was fascinated by Junsu. Fascinated, not because he had a tail or ears or claws that clicked on the tile floors of the kitchen, but because he was willingly doing everything for Yoochun. The first time Yoochun had told Junsu that he could turn the television on himself, Junsu had looked so heartbroken and beaten that after that, Yoochun asked Junsu to do things for him. The FLine was more than happy to and his smile was so addicting that Yoochun wanted to do everything he could to make sure he always smiled.
He was in bed eating chocolate cake for dessert when the FLine curled up on a divan near the door. He kneaded the cushions, claws catching in the fabric. That perfect ass rose in the air and his tail swayed like a poisonous viper.
He must have made some noise because Junsu suddenly looked up and locked him up, rendered him immobile with those bright green eyes. His head tilted to the side and he meowed.
“Oh, god,” Yoochun moaned and looked away.
There was silence and Yoochun tried to control the lust running through his body.
“It’s okay if you desire me, Yoochun-sir. It’s just another reason why I’m here.”
Yoochun sat up and stared at him. “What do you mean?”
Junsu smiled at him. “May I have permission to come to the bed, Yoochun-sir?”
Yoochun swallowed, and then nodded.
Junsu slipped off the divan and crawled across the floor. The muscles in his arms twisted with a feline grace Yoochun could only dream of possessing. That pert ass rose and fell with every movement. His tail waved lazily.
Agile, quick, easy, Junsu jumped up onto the bed. He stayed at the end and Yoochun watched as he stretched, hands in front of him, claws digging into the bedding. The mucsles on his back arched and fell. He yawned, showing off sharp canines and then smiled at Yoochun as he curled into a ball and tucked himself at the end of the bed. His red tail circled his body. The tip flicked back and forth.
Yoochun stared at him with wide eyes.
“We are more than just servants for you,” Junsu said. “We are here for whatever you want, whatever you need, whatever you desire.”
“That’s … that’s …”
Junsu smiled. “It’s my job, Yoochun-sir. And I’m a bit confused.”
“YOU’RE CONFUSED?”
Junsu laughed and then covered his mouth. “Yes. I am. You asked for the FLine with the best ass and you haven’t even touched it yet. I mean, yeah, you’ve looked at it, but really, it’s meant to be touched.” He twisted around, still practically on his stomach, giving Yoochun a perfect view of his ass.
It was probably one of the nicest asses he’d ever seen.
Junsu looked over his shoulder. “Just touch it, you pussy.”
Yoochun’s lip quirked in a grin. He moved, shifted to his hands and knees and crawled the couple feet to Junsu. Hand slightly shaking, he cupped a round globe of ass and squeezed.
Junsu purred and half moaned and arched his head back. “Feels good, Yoochun-sir.”
Yoochun snatched his hand back. “Can you stop with the sir thing? It’s … weird when I have my hand on your ass.”
“Sorry. Touch me again?”
Yoochun had never given up a chance at touching an ass once given permission. He cupped the other globe and squeezed. Junsu let out a noise that sounded like a yowl/scream. And then Yoochun’s other hand was on the other cheek and he squeezed, lifting.
Junsu purred and shifted, lifting his ass and stretching his arms out. He kept his upper body on the bed. Yoochun stared at the cat below him, watching the curves of mucsles move. There was a patch of fur at the base of Junsu’s tail. It was a deeper shade of red than the hair and tail, but it also had black markings on it. Without really thinking, Yoochun ran his hands up and through it. Junsu’s tail wrapped around Yoochun’s waist and then slid up his back. Yoochun shivered.
Junsu’s purring grew stronger and he pushed his ass back. “That feels so good.” He smirked over his shoulder and said, “You should push my pants down, really get to see me.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he swayed with the image.
Junsu pushed back again, and this time his ass rubbed against Yoochun’s cock.
“Fuck, Junsu.”
“If you want to.”
Yoochun grabbed the hem of his black pants and yanked them over the curves of his ass. Yoochun’s mouth watered. He slid away a few inches and just stared at the round, pale globes. The fur faded just at the top of each curve and his fingers found the edge, tracing over the fur. Junsu shivered and meowed again. Yoochun didn’t need to know what he meant, the begging registered. He gripped the mounds and then out of habit, brought a hand back and spanked him. The muscles jiggled and Junsu moaned.
“Again, Yoochun, again.”
Yoochun spanked him again. They both moaned. Yoochun spread those cheeks open and stared at Junsu’s pink entrance for a moment before leaning down and licking him. Junsu me-owed and arched his ass into Yoochun’s face. Yoochun slapped him lightly.
“Bad kitty,” he said.
Junsu chuckled. “Sorry. Feels good.”
“Hmm, tastes good.” Yoochun licked him again, squeezing Junsu’s ass cheeks, pressing them against his face while he fucked that pink hole with his tongue. Junsu moaned and yowled and the sound of fabric tearing filled the room.
Yoochun slipped a finger into Junsu’s entrance and with a shout and a shaky meow, Junsu’s body jerked and he came on the bed.
Yoochun chuckled and let the finger fall from him. He sat up and pushed his sweats down to his thighs. He spread.those cheeks again and then pressed his cock between them, running it up and down Junsu’s body.
Junsu whimpered and then without warning, pushed up, sitting in Yoochun’s lap. His tail wrapped around Yoochun’s body, the tip teasing his ass and lower back. Junsu rocked on his lap, moaning as he lifted an arm and wrapped it around Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun gripped Junsu’s stomach and chest, holding him tight and moving him faster. The constant purring vibrated down his arms.
His head fell back and Yoochun kissed him, moaning into his mouth as Junsu licked at his tongue, lapping at it. The FLine’s tongue was rough and Yoochun had a lusty urge to feel that scraping on his cock. His orgasm flew through him, making his skin tingle and his cock pulse.
Junsu gasped and then meowed, low and needy.
Yoochun came, pumping his release between that vivacious ass. He gasped and then lowered them to the bed. Junsu rolled over, still purring, and in the same movement finished kicking off his pants. Yoochun tried to help him take off his sweats.
“There,” Junsu said with a grin. “Now that that’s done, I think I’d like to ride your cock now.”
Yoochun made a noise of disbelief. “Give me a second.”
Junsu hummed in agreement and his rough tongue licked at Yoochun’s nipples. “How long are you here for?”
“I’m not sure I’m ever going to leave.”
Junsu laughed. “You will, because I cost a lot of money and once you run out, we’re going to throw you on your very flat behind.”
Yoochun smiled and ran his fingers through Junsu’s long hair. “Okay, then a few more days. And then I am telling all of my friends about this place. Seriously, who knew something so amazing could be in sector seven?”
“Are you talking about FLine in general or just my ass?”
“Both.” Yoochun let his hand slide down Junsu’s back and squeeze his ass. It came back sticky and Junsu gripped his wrist and licked the come from Yoochun’s fingers and palm.
Yoochun shuddered. “Weren’t you going to ride me?”
Junsu laughed and before Yoochun saw him move, he flipped around, ass almost in Yoochun’s face. He pressed a finger into himself and meowed. Yoochun licked his lips and felt his cock fill again.
Almost immediately, another finger joined the first, and in the next moment, Yoochun pushed in a finger to help.
Junsu moaned and fucked himself on their fingers for a moment. He whipped away and still facing away from Yoochun, lifted Yoochun’s cock and positioned the head at his entrance. Yoochun fought his instinct to thrust up and watched as Junsu slowly impaled himself.
“Yeow,” Junsu moaned, head back, tail whipping.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said as his body was sucked into the tightness.
Junsu never stopped until he was sitting on Yoochun’s lap. He shifted his hips, Yoochun’s cock stretching him more. “You feel so good, Yoochun.”
“Ride me, damn it. Ride me.”
Junsu nodded. His tail snaked around Yoochun’s chest and when the tip touched Yoochun’s lips, he opened his mouth and sucked on it.
“Oh, god, Yoochun. Bite me, bite my tail, it feels so good.”
Yoochun did and Junsu really yowled, head back and he sped up, fucking himself on Yoochun’s cock. Leaving the tail in his mouth, Yoochun reached for Junsu’s hips and scratched along the base of the tail and the patch of fur below.
“Oh, please, fuck, please.” Junsu said, and he bounced that ass jiggling with every movement. It almost paralyzed Yoochun, watching his cock disappear between those two plump mounds of flesh. His orgasm was again exploding through him embarrassingly fast, but as he filled Junsu’s body with come, he felt more dropping on his legs and then Junsu fell back against him and they lay flush with Yoochun’s arms around him as they tried to regain their breath.
“I think I’m in love with your ass,” Yoochun said, giving it a squeeze.
Junsu laughed. “Good, because I think I’m in love with your cock. They should do this again sometime.”
“God, give me five minutes. I’m not a robot.”
Junsu laughed again and rolled over. He curled up into Yoochun’s body. He licked at Yoochun’s nipple and the point of a claw traced up and around his balls. “Okay. But five minutes is it.”
Yoochun was ready again in two and a half.
(~^_^~)
They kissed in the hanger. It’d been four days. Four days of laughter and kisses and experiments and fucking and leashes and moans and coming and … god, Yoochun did not want to let his cat go. He picked Junsu up and Junsu wrapped his arms and legs and tail around Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun had been cleared to take off almost an hour ago.
“Go,” Junsu said with a smile. “You’re wracking up your bill again.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want to go.”
“You know where I live. You can always come back.”
Yoochun pressed his forehead against Junsu’s. “It’s going to be months.”
“I’ll still be here.”
“Come with me.”
Junsu chuckled. It wasn’t the first time Yoochun had said that. “My family is here, Chunnie. I need to support them.”
“I know, I know. And I’m too much of a slut to give you what you deserve anyway.”
“Very true.” Junsu kissed him and then climbed from his arms. “Now, go. You’re wasting more than just your own time.”
Yoochun cupped his cheek and kissed him slowly. His other hand easily found the curve of Junsu’s ass. “I’ll be back. Keep that ass perky.”
“I will. It pays my bills and keeps my family fed.”
Yoochun smiled. After another kiss, he let Junsu go. Junsu turned to leave and Yoochun smacked his ass one more time.
Junsu yelped and rubbed it, tail twitching in agitation. He walked backwards and said, “Just for that, next time, you can expect to be tied to the bed with a leash.”
Yoochun waved. “I can’t wait!”
The 2U Interlude: Why You Should Always Have a Plan B
Part 3: Why A Tail and Claws and Purring are Worth More than a Million Credits of Cadmium
Part 2: Why Collars Can Be Fun Despite Your Initial Distaste for Them
Part 1: Why One Should Not Trust Park Yoochun to Make Arrangements Regarding Accommodations
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu (Yunho/Yoochun BFFery)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: When I read something about them that I don't like, I take over their lives and write a fanfic about it, but I cannot do this in real life.
Summary: Yoochun finds himself stranded on some random planet in Sector 7 while his ship is repaired. Little does he know that pleasure in the form of claws, a tail and a perfect ass are waiting for him.
Warning: Sci-fi fic, prostitution, cat!Jaejoong, cat!Junsu
A/N: This fic is for vk_loli again, because she was driving while I told her about this story on our way to Casper, WY. I wasn't going to write it, but ... yeah ...
The title was inspired by this song. And the lyrics work very well with Jaejoong's job description: Cat Scratch Fever by Ted Nugent
The YooSu Interlude: Why You Should Never Trust your Navigational Equipment Right After you Narrowly Escaped being Kidnapped by Pirates because you May or May not Have Smuggled All the Plutonium Off Their Ship
THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 3 YEARS BEFORE THE MEETING OF YUNJAE!!!
and just so we're not confused, NO this is NOT the epilogue. The epilogue will be finished and posted sometime tomorrow
“Where the Fuck am I?” Yoochun asked no one.
He was running low on fuel, and the equipment kept saying he was in sector four, but sector four was where he had been before he’d taken that blast to the side of his ship and then hit the “get the fuck out of here” button on the control panel and zoomed away.
He was as good as fucked.
“But hey,” he said as he tired to reconfigure the navigation program, “I have a full load of plutonium. At least whoever finds me floating in the middle of nowhere will be a richer man.”
The navigation beeped at him and then went dark. He punched it again.
“Entering sector seven,” a female voice said.
Yoochun sat up and said, “What the hell is in sector seven?” He pulled up the navigation again and decided it was still broken, but there was a planet that had a Federation code and since he had no other ideas, he set coordinates for that. If it was there, he’d barely make it on fumes, and if it wasn’t, then he’d be floating in space anyway.
(~^_^~)
“I’m sorry!” Yoochun said to the technician. Both had masks over their faces. “I told you I had no control.”
“What kind of pilot are you?” he demanded and turned quickly.
Yoochun was shocked to see a brown tail coming out of his lower back. “I’m a pirate pilot. Now, if you don’t mind, will you please tell me if you can fix my ship.”
“Yeah, we can fix it. But it’s going to cost you half of the plutonium in it.”
“Fine, fine. Just get me out of here. How long is it going to take?”
The creature’s eyes narrowed into slits and Yoochun was reminded of his mother’s cats that stared at him when he did something naughty growing up.
“At least three days.”
“Three days!”
“I could just catapult your ass into orbit.”
Yoochun huffed and said, “Sorry. I have not had a good week and I should not be taking it out on you. Fix the ship, and I’ll just let you have the plutonium. It hasn’t even been worth the hassle. Where can I go to get a shower and good meal around here?”
The creature smirked. He pointed. “Go to that shuttle and tell him to take you to the Purple Line. It’s a couple hours away, but I will call ahead for you and arrange for you to be taken care of.”
“Thank you.”
(~^_^~)
Yoochun stared in awe at the female creature who greeted him as he walked into an ostentatious hotel.
“Park Yoochun-sir,” she said, bowing. A grey and white-striped tail rose from behind her. Her purple vest was cut low enough to show off her breasts. Two little grey ears peaked through her hair (which was also grey and white-striped). “Welcome to the Purple Line.”
“Um, yeah … hi. Where am I?”
“The Purple Line. It’s the name of this Oasis. Jiyon called ahead and we’ve prepared a room for you, but he did not specify your companion, sir. Do you have a preference?”
“Companion?”
“Yes. Just someone to help you relax and take care of you while you stay at the Purple Line. Some female guests are not comfortable with male companions, and some male guests are not comfortable with male companions, so we’d rather ask you before we assign someone to you.”
“Um …” Yoochun didn’t know what to say. Male or female, he didn’t really care. He thought of the female creature’s breasts and then said, “It doesn’t matter. Whoever has the nicest ass.”
She smiled, showing off sharp canines and laughed. She covered her mouth quickly and said, “Excuse me. I haven’t had that request before, but I assure you that you will have the best the Purple Line has to offer. Your luggage has been taken to your room and Daesung will take you up.”
She led him to the elevator and then the man inside bowed. He had golden hair and tail and ears and cat eyes and Yoochun finally blurted out, “Where the hell am I?”
He wasn’t a stranger to alien planets but he’d never seen a cat-like human before.
Daesung smiled. “Some call it an erotic paradise.”
Yoochun scoffed. “I literally crash landed here with faulty nav equipment. What’s the planet’s name?”
“This is FLine 7, sir. And we are called FLines. Though some of us don’t mind being called kitten.”
“FLines. Like felines.”
“So the humans call us. But the word in our language is--” He meowed something, startling Yoochun. “Which translates to the letter F of your language and the word Line. In our language it means Long Tail.”
Yoochun peered around the FLine’s body. His tail twitched. “Huh. Can’t say I’ve ever heard of you guys before, but being in sector seven, I’m not surprised.”
The elevator dinged.
Yoochun bowed to the man and he said, “Your room is the one with the FLine standing outside of it.”
The door shut and Yoochun turned around. There were four doors in this hallway, but no other beings. He picked a direction and turned a corner. Again no FLines. After another corner, he spotted a creature down the hall, kneeling outside a door. Male was the first thing Yoochun noticed. The second was his bright red hair flowing over his shoulders and his bright red tail sliding along the floor. Both were patterned with black markings.
The next thing he noticed was the curve of the creature’s ass.
Oh, god, he definitely got the best ass they had.
He only wore black pants, but a purple collar stood out against his skin.
“Hey,” Yoochun said.
The FLine bowed and said, “Hello, Yoochun-sir.” He stayed bowed and held up his hand. In it was a leash. Yoochun scoffed even as lust coiled through him.
“This place is crazy. Is this my room?”
“Yes, Yoochun-sir. Are you unhappy with the room?”
“I haven’t seen it yet.”
The FLine rose to his feet with a catlike grace that again made lust churn low in Yoochun’s stomach. Even standing, the FLine had a perfect curve to his ass and Yoochun was reaching for it before he knew what he was doing, and at the last second, he yanked his hand back. The FLine bowed again, the leash in his outstretched hand.
“Protocol requires that our guests carry the leashes of their pets while they are here.”
Yoochun almost choked on his tongue. “Pets?”
“Yes, Yoochun-sir.”
“Y-your-you’re my pet?”
“Yes, Yoochun-sir, for the length of your stay with us here at the Purple Line.”
Yoochun swallowed. Already his mind was twisting that ass and the leash into erotic thoughts and pictures. “If you’ll forgive me, what was your name?”
“Junsu, Yoochun-sir.”
“Well, If you’ll forgive me, Junsu-sir, I don’t think I’m comfortable treating you like an leashed animal.”
Junsu nodded once. “Many aren’t at first. I understand.”
Yoochun shook his head in wonder and entered the elaborate room. A large king-sized bed sat in the far corner. There was a small sitting area near the door, and a door to a balcony, another door and a kitchenette. Everything was decorated with browns and purples.
“The bathroom is through that door, Yoochun-sir, if you’d like to clean up a little. I was told you almost crashed into our space port.”
“Well, yeah. No nav and no gas are a bad combination.”
Yoochun was fascinated by Junsu. Fascinated, not because he had a tail or ears or claws that clicked on the tile floors of the kitchen, but because he was willingly doing everything for Yoochun. The first time Yoochun had told Junsu that he could turn the television on himself, Junsu had looked so heartbroken and beaten that after that, Yoochun asked Junsu to do things for him. The FLine was more than happy to and his smile was so addicting that Yoochun wanted to do everything he could to make sure he always smiled.
He was in bed eating chocolate cake for dessert when the FLine curled up on a divan near the door. He kneaded the cushions, claws catching in the fabric. That perfect ass rose in the air and his tail swayed like a poisonous viper.
He must have made some noise because Junsu suddenly looked up and locked him up, rendered him immobile with those bright green eyes. His head tilted to the side and he meowed.
“Oh, god,” Yoochun moaned and looked away.
There was silence and Yoochun tried to control the lust running through his body.
“It’s okay if you desire me, Yoochun-sir. It’s just another reason why I’m here.”
Yoochun sat up and stared at him. “What do you mean?”
Junsu smiled at him. “May I have permission to come to the bed, Yoochun-sir?”
Yoochun swallowed, and then nodded.
Junsu slipped off the divan and crawled across the floor. The muscles in his arms twisted with a feline grace Yoochun could only dream of possessing. That pert ass rose and fell with every movement. His tail waved lazily.
Agile, quick, easy, Junsu jumped up onto the bed. He stayed at the end and Yoochun watched as he stretched, hands in front of him, claws digging into the bedding. The mucsles on his back arched and fell. He yawned, showing off sharp canines and then smiled at Yoochun as he curled into a ball and tucked himself at the end of the bed. His red tail circled his body. The tip flicked back and forth.
Yoochun stared at him with wide eyes.
“We are more than just servants for you,” Junsu said. “We are here for whatever you want, whatever you need, whatever you desire.”
“That’s … that’s …”
Junsu smiled. “It’s my job, Yoochun-sir. And I’m a bit confused.”
“YOU’RE CONFUSED?”
Junsu laughed and then covered his mouth. “Yes. I am. You asked for the FLine with the best ass and you haven’t even touched it yet. I mean, yeah, you’ve looked at it, but really, it’s meant to be touched.” He twisted around, still practically on his stomach, giving Yoochun a perfect view of his ass.
It was probably one of the nicest asses he’d ever seen.
Junsu looked over his shoulder. “Just touch it, you pussy.”
Yoochun’s lip quirked in a grin. He moved, shifted to his hands and knees and crawled the couple feet to Junsu. Hand slightly shaking, he cupped a round globe of ass and squeezed.
Junsu purred and half moaned and arched his head back. “Feels good, Yoochun-sir.”
Yoochun snatched his hand back. “Can you stop with the sir thing? It’s … weird when I have my hand on your ass.”
“Sorry. Touch me again?”
Yoochun had never given up a chance at touching an ass once given permission. He cupped the other globe and squeezed. Junsu let out a noise that sounded like a yowl/scream. And then Yoochun’s other hand was on the other cheek and he squeezed, lifting.
Junsu purred and shifted, lifting his ass and stretching his arms out. He kept his upper body on the bed. Yoochun stared at the cat below him, watching the curves of mucsles move. There was a patch of fur at the base of Junsu’s tail. It was a deeper shade of red than the hair and tail, but it also had black markings on it. Without really thinking, Yoochun ran his hands up and through it. Junsu’s tail wrapped around Yoochun’s waist and then slid up his back. Yoochun shivered.
Junsu’s purring grew stronger and he pushed his ass back. “That feels so good.” He smirked over his shoulder and said, “You should push my pants down, really get to see me.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he swayed with the image.
Junsu pushed back again, and this time his ass rubbed against Yoochun’s cock.
“Fuck, Junsu.”
“If you want to.”
Yoochun grabbed the hem of his black pants and yanked them over the curves of his ass. Yoochun’s mouth watered. He slid away a few inches and just stared at the round, pale globes. The fur faded just at the top of each curve and his fingers found the edge, tracing over the fur. Junsu shivered and meowed again. Yoochun didn’t need to know what he meant, the begging registered. He gripped the mounds and then out of habit, brought a hand back and spanked him. The muscles jiggled and Junsu moaned.
“Again, Yoochun, again.”
Yoochun spanked him again. They both moaned. Yoochun spread those cheeks open and stared at Junsu’s pink entrance for a moment before leaning down and licking him. Junsu me-owed and arched his ass into Yoochun’s face. Yoochun slapped him lightly.
“Bad kitty,” he said.
Junsu chuckled. “Sorry. Feels good.”
“Hmm, tastes good.” Yoochun licked him again, squeezing Junsu’s ass cheeks, pressing them against his face while he fucked that pink hole with his tongue. Junsu moaned and yowled and the sound of fabric tearing filled the room.
Yoochun slipped a finger into Junsu’s entrance and with a shout and a shaky meow, Junsu’s body jerked and he came on the bed.
Yoochun chuckled and let the finger fall from him. He sat up and pushed his sweats down to his thighs. He spread.those cheeks again and then pressed his cock between them, running it up and down Junsu’s body.
Junsu whimpered and then without warning, pushed up, sitting in Yoochun’s lap. His tail wrapped around Yoochun’s body, the tip teasing his ass and lower back. Junsu rocked on his lap, moaning as he lifted an arm and wrapped it around Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun gripped Junsu’s stomach and chest, holding him tight and moving him faster. The constant purring vibrated down his arms.
His head fell back and Yoochun kissed him, moaning into his mouth as Junsu licked at his tongue, lapping at it. The FLine’s tongue was rough and Yoochun had a lusty urge to feel that scraping on his cock. His orgasm flew through him, making his skin tingle and his cock pulse.
Junsu gasped and then meowed, low and needy.
Yoochun came, pumping his release between that vivacious ass. He gasped and then lowered them to the bed. Junsu rolled over, still purring, and in the same movement finished kicking off his pants. Yoochun tried to help him take off his sweats.
“There,” Junsu said with a grin. “Now that that’s done, I think I’d like to ride your cock now.”
Yoochun made a noise of disbelief. “Give me a second.”
Junsu hummed in agreement and his rough tongue licked at Yoochun’s nipples. “How long are you here for?”
“I’m not sure I’m ever going to leave.”
Junsu laughed. “You will, because I cost a lot of money and once you run out, we’re going to throw you on your very flat behind.”
Yoochun smiled and ran his fingers through Junsu’s long hair. “Okay, then a few more days. And then I am telling all of my friends about this place. Seriously, who knew something so amazing could be in sector seven?”
“Are you talking about FLine in general or just my ass?”
“Both.” Yoochun let his hand slide down Junsu’s back and squeeze his ass. It came back sticky and Junsu gripped his wrist and licked the come from Yoochun’s fingers and palm.
Yoochun shuddered. “Weren’t you going to ride me?”
Junsu laughed and before Yoochun saw him move, he flipped around, ass almost in Yoochun’s face. He pressed a finger into himself and meowed. Yoochun licked his lips and felt his cock fill again.
Almost immediately, another finger joined the first, and in the next moment, Yoochun pushed in a finger to help.
Junsu moaned and fucked himself on their fingers for a moment. He whipped away and still facing away from Yoochun, lifted Yoochun’s cock and positioned the head at his entrance. Yoochun fought his instinct to thrust up and watched as Junsu slowly impaled himself.
“Yeow,” Junsu moaned, head back, tail whipping.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said as his body was sucked into the tightness.
Junsu never stopped until he was sitting on Yoochun’s lap. He shifted his hips, Yoochun’s cock stretching him more. “You feel so good, Yoochun.”
“Ride me, damn it. Ride me.”
Junsu nodded. His tail snaked around Yoochun’s chest and when the tip touched Yoochun’s lips, he opened his mouth and sucked on it.
“Oh, god, Yoochun. Bite me, bite my tail, it feels so good.”
Yoochun did and Junsu really yowled, head back and he sped up, fucking himself on Yoochun’s cock. Leaving the tail in his mouth, Yoochun reached for Junsu’s hips and scratched along the base of the tail and the patch of fur below.
“Oh, please, fuck, please.” Junsu said, and he bounced that ass jiggling with every movement. It almost paralyzed Yoochun, watching his cock disappear between those two plump mounds of flesh. His orgasm was again exploding through him embarrassingly fast, but as he filled Junsu’s body with come, he felt more dropping on his legs and then Junsu fell back against him and they lay flush with Yoochun’s arms around him as they tried to regain their breath.
“I think I’m in love with your ass,” Yoochun said, giving it a squeeze.
Junsu laughed. “Good, because I think I’m in love with your cock. They should do this again sometime.”
“God, give me five minutes. I’m not a robot.”
Junsu laughed again and rolled over. He curled up into Yoochun’s body. He licked at Yoochun’s nipple and the point of a claw traced up and around his balls. “Okay. But five minutes is it.”
Yoochun was ready again in two and a half.
(~^_^~)
They kissed in the hanger. It’d been four days. Four days of laughter and kisses and experiments and fucking and leashes and moans and coming and … god, Yoochun did not want to let his cat go. He picked Junsu up and Junsu wrapped his arms and legs and tail around Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun had been cleared to take off almost an hour ago.
“Go,” Junsu said with a smile. “You’re wracking up your bill again.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want to go.”
“You know where I live. You can always come back.”
Yoochun pressed his forehead against Junsu’s. “It’s going to be months.”
“I’ll still be here.”
“Come with me.”
Junsu chuckled. It wasn’t the first time Yoochun had said that. “My family is here, Chunnie. I need to support them.”
“I know, I know. And I’m too much of a slut to give you what you deserve anyway.”
“Very true.” Junsu kissed him and then climbed from his arms. “Now, go. You’re wasting more than just your own time.”
Yoochun cupped his cheek and kissed him slowly. His other hand easily found the curve of Junsu’s ass. “I’ll be back. Keep that ass perky.”
“I will. It pays my bills and keeps my family fed.”
Yoochun smiled. After another kiss, he let Junsu go. Junsu turned to leave and Yoochun smacked his ass one more time.
Junsu yelped and rubbed it, tail twitching in agitation. He walked backwards and said, “Just for that, next time, you can expect to be tied to the bed with a leash.”
Yoochun waved. “I can’t wait!”
The 2U Interlude: Why You Should Always Have a Plan B
Part 3: Why A Tail and Claws and Purring are Worth More than a Million Credits of Cadmium
Part 2: Why Collars Can Be Fun Despite Your Initial Distaste for Them
Part 1: Why One Should Not Trust Park Yoochun to Make Arrangements Regarding Accommodations
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