A Not So Pampered Pet 3/4
Title: A Not So Pampered Pet 3/4
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would make Jaejoong wear kitty ears and meow at me.
Summary: Jaejoong has made something of his unworthy existence. He has a seedy job and a seedy apartment in a seedy part of town. But it's more than most cats can claim. He's proud of his life, but being a cat makes him a target, and sometimes even the most independent need someone to save them.
Warning: Cat!Jaejoong (first part contains rape)
Poster credit goes to vik720
Part 3:
“Do you want to go swimming?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong looked up from where he was washing dishes and bit his lower lip.
“Please. Changmin is a pussy and won’t swim with me.”
“I almost drowned when I was a kitten, shut up.”
“You guys fight a lot,” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu blushed. “Yah! You will soon too. There’s nothing to do sometimes but fight with him.”
Jaejoong wasn’t sure how that was possible when they lived in such luxury. There were so many things to do around here.
“You really don’t have to do the dishes,” Changmin said. “He has maids for that.”
Jaejoong went back to the washing. “I … I’m used to it.”
“I know I already said this,” Junsu said, “but that fish sandwich was really good. You’re a great cook.”
“Thanks.”
“How do you know it was good?” Changmin asked. “You inhaled it. You didn’t have time to taste it.”
Junsu made a face at him. “Come and swim, please.”
“I-I’ve never swam before.”
“Really? It’s so much fun!”
“L-let me finish these, and then … yeah, we’ll go.”
Junsu bounced up from where he sat at the island. “I’ll dry them for you so we can hurry faster.”
“Dude, Yoochun has a dishwasher.”
“What? Really?” Jaejoong said, looking around.
“Yeah,” Junsu said, waving it away, “but you’re almost done already. It’ll take less than five minutes.”
With Junsu drying and putting them away, it did take less than five minutes.
“Come on, come on. Let’s go.” Junsu tugged at Jaejoong’s arm, pulling him across the kitchen. Near the living room was a balcony door. It opened to a wide courtyard. A glistening blue swimming pool lay right in the middle. Jaejoong swallowed, staring at all the trees and the sloping lawn and the gardens in the distance. It felt like they were the only people in the entire world. So many flowers.
Junsu laughed and in a multicolored blur shot past Jaejoong. He stripped on the way and then dove naked into the pool.
Jaejoong bit his lip and looked at Changmin while Junsu shouted at him to hurry up.
“Don’t know why you’re embarrassed,” Changmin said as he pulled off his shirt. “You’re just a whore.”
Jaejoong inhaled sharply and turned away from him, blushing.
Changmin walked to the pool, as naked as Junsu. His gray tail snapped back and forth in irritation. He sat on the edge and put his legs in the water. Junsu splashed him and then swam up to him. Between his legs. He smiled brightly, and then his eyes rolled back and their lips met and Changmin slipped into the pool, holding Junsu while they floated around, lips never parting.
“Hey,” Yoochun said behind him.
Jaejoong jumped and then curled away, arms crossed.
“What’s wrong?”
Jaejoong winced, and decided he needed to learn to hide his feelings from Yoochun. He could. He made a living on hiding his true self from people, but to do that with Yoochun … it felt wrong.
“Are you going to go swim?”
Jaejoong shook his head.
“Jaejoong! Come on! You said you would!” Junsu shouted.
He didn’t look over at them, but met Yoochun’s eyes.
Yoochun sighed. “What did Changmin say to you?”
“N-nothing.”
“Jaejoong.” Yoochun cupped his face in his hands. “Don’t mind him. That cat is too smart for his own good, and he’s sort of a bastard.”
“He called me a whore.”
Yoochun’s mouth tightened. “I’ll talk to him. Go swim.”
“Will you come-“
“Oh, no. Not me. Not in water. No thank you.”
Jaejoong smiled a little. “Afraid.”
“Yes. Very, very much so. My younger brother almost drowned when we were little and yeah … never again.” He sat on a plastic deck chair.
“So you’re going to sit there and watch three naked cats swim in your pool? God, you’re a pervert.” Jaejoong smirked at his insulted reaction. He took the t-shirt off and threw it over his face. “Cover your eyes.” He slipped out of the sweat pants and then walked to the pool. He hadn’t been a stripper for nothing.
Junsu whistled at him, and he smiled and threw a wink over his shoulder at Yoochun. He didn’t dive in like Junsu had, but sat and put his legs in the water. It was warmer than he was expecting, but not cold.
“Don’t be scared, Jaejoong!”
He wasn’t. Not really. He’d just never been in water deeper than a tub before.
“It’s deeper at the other end,” Junsu said, walking toward him, “so we won’t go over there. Changmin can reach most of the way, but he doesn’t like going that deep.”
Jaejoong slipped into the pool and hissed. The water felt colder on this chest, but the chill went away after a moment and he ducked down to his shoulders. He followed Junsu’s teachings about how to move his arms and legs and pretty soon he was sort of swimming. Changmin sat on the edge of the pool and laughed at them.
Jaejoong wasn’t one to hate someone right away, but Changmin was getting on his nerves.
“Shut up, Minnie!” Junsu said after a barb about never catching fish with their swimming skills. “You won’t even try!”
In response, Changmin stuck out his tongue.
“How old are you two?” Jaejoong asked.
Junsu blushed, and then looked to where Yoochun was basking in the sun.
“Junsu is seventeen, even though he acts like a kitten, and I’m fifteen,” Changmin replied. “How old are you?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and looked away. “You won’t believe me.”
“Yes, we will.”
“I’m twenty-one.”
Junsu’s mouth dropped open. “No way!”
Changmin narrowed his eyes. “How?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I survived.”
“In the city?”
“Yes.”
“By yourself?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Maybe not for weak cats,” Jaejoong replied hotly. “But I did it. And my friend Jungmin is almost twenty three. You learn to survive.”
“By selling yourself,” Changmin snapped.
“Changmin!” Yoochun shouted suddenly.
Jaejoong turned away from them, crossing his arms. “Like I said.” His voice had gone cold. “I learned to survive.”
Jaejoong went to the stairs and climbed out of the pool. There were a pile of towels on a bench and he went over and grabbed one, wrapping it around his waist.
“Wait, Jaejoong, don’t go!” Junsu said.
Jaejoong kept walking back to the house, trying not to cry right there.
“Changmin, you bitch!”
Yoochun stood up and followed Jaejoong back through the house, and up to the bedroom. Yoochun said nothing, which he was thankful for. Jaejoong went straight to the shower to rinse off, and then, ignoring Yoochun, he curled up in the blankets and pillows from the night before and let himself cry.
This was so weird for Jaejoong. Up until yesterday, last night, he was proud of what he had. But to be taken here and shown that he had nothing and that he was nothing more than a whore to those around him hurt so much. He didn’t deserve to be here. Not like them.
He flinched when Yoochun’s hand landed softly on his exposed side. He rubbed, just there, not going under the blanket or curling around his hip. Jaejoong shut his eyes, willing his tears away.
“Don’t listen to Changmin, baby. I’ll talk to him, but he used to be a rich man’s cat, and he’s spoiled rotten. The details are obscure, but he said another cat broke into the man’s store, and Changmin tried to fight the cat off, but he was too strong, and it was just some stray tomcat. He’s pretty pissed at the world right now, so don’t think it’s directed at you.”
“It still hurts,” Jaejoong whispered into the blanket.
“Do you want me to leave you alone?”
Jaejoong pulled the blanket away from his face and looked up at Yoochun.
Yoochun’s face crumbled and he quickly gathered Jaejoong against him, holding him tightly. “Baby, I’m sorry. Please, don’t be so hard on yourself. What you managed in the city as a cat is amazing. Don’t compare it to this, or to whatever Changmin has said to you. You have every right to be proud of who you are.”
Jaejoong scoffed. “And I gave it all up for … you, money, to be a pet. I … “ Jaejoong wanted to go back to his apartment. Where he felt comfortable. Safe. Home. But he knew that would break Yoochun’s heart.
“What do you want?”
Jaejoong shook his head and clutched at him.
“I know this is a new experience for you,” Yoochun said, “but this isn’t you, this scared thing. Even when I saw you attacked, twice, you fought back. You’re stronger than this, and if … if you want, I can … I can take you back.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shot open. “What?”
“You … I’ll take you home, you don’t have to stay here … “ This time it was Yoochun turning away from him.
Jaejoong sat up and put his arms around Yoochun’s upper body. “I’d be stupid to go back to that.”
Yoochun tensed.
“And I don’t want to,” Jaejoong said quickly. “I … I’ll stay here with you. I want to.”
Yoochun relaxed into his body and turned his head. Jaejoong licked his cheek, and Yoochun smiled.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu said carefully from the doorway.
They both looked over and he scuffed his feet. He’d put on a pair of sweat pants and that was it. His hair was wet and all over his head; his ears drooped in sadness.
“I’m sorry, Jaejoong.”
“Su-ah, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Yoochun said.
“I know, but Changmin is a bitch sometimes and I just let him and if I-“
“It’s not your fault,” Jaejoong said.
Junsu shuffled his feet and Jaejoong held out his arm, and Junsu laughed nervously, but came over to them and joined their pile, and Jaejoong hugged him.
“Thanks for being nice to me, Junsu,” Jaejoong said, rubbing cheeks with him.
Junsu purred and tried to burrow deeper into Jaejoong’s neck. Jaejoong laughed and tugged on him and they curled up together, Yoochun watching with a smile. Jaejoong met his eyes, smiled back and then ran his claws up and down Junsu’s back.
Junsu meow-ed and then purred harder under the touches. “Let’s go out in the gardens,” he said. “I saw you staring at them before, and we can take a nap in the sun. And Changmin isn't nearly as pissy when he's been out in the sun. It's like he needs it.”
Jaejoong met Yoochun's eyes and Yoochun nodded. "It'll give me a chance to get caught up on some paperwork. Siwon has sent me four texts today about it."
Junsu smiled and jumped up and hugged Yoochun tightly. "I'll go talk to Changmin, and then let's meet out front. The forests are amazing right now."
"Forests?"
"I have a lot of land," Yoochun said. “Remember the trees we drove through to get here?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“That’s all my land. I don’t know what to do with it, so it’s wild, like it was before the land was mine.”
Junsu rubbed their cheeks together again and then stood up. “Hurry. I’m totally excited now.”
"You'll get used to Changmin," Yoochun said as Junsu barreled out of the room. "Or you'll end up killing him."
Jaejoong smiled, and then frowned. "You killed someone."
A shadow darkened Yoochun's face. "No one will notice."
"I know, but ..."
"I couldn't let him hurt you," he said, voice bordering desperate.
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Yoochun's waist tightly, head on his chest. Yoochun rubbed his face against Jaejoong's wet hair.
"What if someone does notice? What if they know you did it?"
"Those are what ifs that I'd rather not think about unless they happen. The guy was street trash. Just another body."
Jaejoong looked up and narrowed his eyes.
Yoochun quickly shook his head. "That's not how I think of it. It's how the world thinks of it. And they'd think even less if it was you. They might start an investigation because it's a human body, but if it was you, lying there dead, obviously raped and beaten, no one would care."
"You would," Jaejoong whispered and held him tightly again.
Yoochun hugged him and pressed a kiss to his ear before licking it lightly.
Jaejoong shivered. "You should go before you get distracted."
“I don’t mind,” Yoochun murmured. His phone chirped in his pocket and he sighed. “Siwon seems to though.”
Jaejoong quickly took the moment to get up. He frowned, noticing his bags were gone. A tendril of panic rose through him.
“I had your things taken to be washed.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shot around the room, and there on the dresser was his sculpture and a stack of books. He sighed in relief, and then ducked his head, feeling guilty.
“Don’t worry,” Yoochun said. “I understand, but you might want to get clothes on if you’re not trying to distract me.”
Jaejoong cursed himself when he blushed again.
(=^ェ^=)
The three of them spent the day in the trees, climbing and chasing each other, and Jaejoong did his best to ignore Changmin’s taunts. Jaejoong had never had so much fun. He’d only run to escape before, and he’d never climbed a tree.
Exhaustion overtook him quickly and he found a patch of grass warmed by the sun and lay there, watching MinSu chase each other. He was almost asleep when Junsu plopped down next to him, startling him awake.
“Can I ask you a question, hyung?” Junsu said, not looking at him.
Jaejoong watched as Changmin sat cross-legged next to Junsu. “Maybe. What question?”
“I just … “
“He wants to know what it’s like to be a whore.”
“Changmin!” Junsu said and swiped a hand out to smack him. Changmin dodged it and stuck his tongue out at Junsu. “God you are such a fucking asshole. Seriously. Why do I love you?”
Changmin shrugged, face smug. “Because I’m perfect.”
Jaejoong propped up on an elbow. Keeping his eyes on Junsu, he said, “It’s … You have to understand, it’s all I knew. I’ve been selling myself in one way or another since I was ten.”
Junsu winced. “Ten?”
Jaejoong nodded. He rolled to his back and put his hands behind his head. He shut his eyes and let the sun soak into his bare chest. “When you’re young, in the city, it’s pretty much survival of the fittest, you have to learn to fight. Learn to steal and learn to run and get away. It’s hard. Some humans will pity you and give you scraps of food, but once you’re no longer a kitten, you’re labeled as a stray. We bind together, form packs and gangs, and cats die and …” Jaejoong took a deep breath against the memories of his friends getting sick and their bodies. He felt a tear drop down his face.
“When I was ten, I met a man that promised me food if I let him touch me, so I let him. In the process, I alienated all of my pack, because I was eating and they weren’t, and one day, I overheard one of them say they were going to jump me, so I left, and I didn’t go back. That man kept me fed until I was twelve, but when he tried to tie me up and keep me, I ran away.”
“Why?” Changmin asked. “Why would you leave when you had a food source and a home?”
Jaejoong sighed and didn’t look at him when he replied. “He wasn’t offering me a home,” Jaejoong whispered, remembering the man’s beatings and sudden outbursts. “I didn’t want to be kept. I didn’t want to wear a leash. I had a close call with an officer when I was thirteen, and after that, I saved up some money to register and get a license.”
“A close call,” Changmin said, voice full of disdain.
Jaejoong met his eyes then. “Most officers will look the other way for a blow job. This one didn’t. He took the blow job and then tried to take me in anyway. As soon as I was licensed, I could start looking for a real job, but a cat in the city is only good for one thing. I met Yunho when I was fifteen, and he said he had enough strippers, and he put me in the kitchens. I loved it so much. I learned to cook when I lived with the man from before, so Yunho let me do that for a while. It wasn’t like I wasn’t used. Some of Yunho’s favorite clients liked me, and any money they gave me for servicing them, I was allowed to keep. So I saved up, and got an apartment, and …”
Junsu scooted closer to him. “Were you scared?”
“Of what?” Jaejoong asked. He reached out and scratched Junsu’s head, around his ears.
Junsu purred and arched into the touch for a moment. “I don’t know. It sounds scary.”
“Some days it was. When I met Yoochun, I was in the middle of being raped by three men, because I didn’t make it home before they caught up with me.”
Junsu looked like he was about to cry, lower lip quivering.
“Serves you right for the-“
“You shut up,” Junsu almost screeched, turning to his boyfriend. He actually slapped Changmin, and the other stared at him in shock. “You can’t say that. You can’t! It’s not his fault, and you’re such a pampered prince, just shut up!”
Jaejoong tried to soothe him and pulled the shaking cat into his lap. He clutched at Jaejoong’s waist and gasped out words they didn’t understand. Jaejoong pet his head until his tail stopped whipping about in agitation.
“Hey it’s okay, Su-ah,” Jaejoong said, holding him tighter. But the cat refused to be consoled. Jaejoong looked up to Changmin for help.
Changmin’s face was conflicted. He waned to go to his boyfriend, but Junsu was upset with him. He met Jaejoong’s eyes and looked away quickly.
“How did you two come to live with Yoochun?” Jaejoong asked, still rubbing Junsu’s neck. “He told me about you, Changmin, but Su…”
“Junsu was beaten and left for dead,” Changmin said.
Junsu stiffened in Jaejoong’s arms.
“Yoochun found him when he was a kitten. He … He says he has a brother, that they were both left there, but he can’t remember anything about him.”
“Yes, I can,” Junsu said, suddenly strong. He pushed away. “His name is Junho. And he told me to wait for him, that he would be right back, and then … then I woke up at Yoochun’s.”
Another layer of tears dripped from his cheeks.
“Yoochun feels awful about it,” Changmin continued. “He didn’t know that Junsu had someone already.”
“Wait, Junho?” Jaejoong said, turning Junsu to face him. With hands on his cheeks, he demanded. “Junho? Your brother’s name is Junho?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Calico, like you?”
Junsu nodded. “More brown than anything, and-“
Jaejoong cried out, pressed a quick kiss to his lips and jumped up, running for the house. After a moment, he heard Junsu and Changmin running after him. Jaejoong slipped on the porch steps, almost falling, and then stood back up. He jerked the door open.
“Yoochun!”
God, where … Jaejoong had no idea where to look for him.
“Yoochun!”
“He’s in his study, Jaejoong-shi,” a maid said and pointed down a hall.
Jaejoong went that way, calling his name again. “Yoochun!”
A door opened, and Yoochun rushed out. Jaejoong slid on the tile, skidding, but not stopping and ran right into him. Yoochun put his arms around him and stepped back, steadying them.
“Jae, what-“
“We have to go back. I have to go back. I have to go-“
“Hey, calm down, what’s wrong?” Yoochun took his face in his hands and Jaejoong clutched his wrists.
“Junho, Junho is there. And …”
“Wait, what?”
Jaejoong’s chest heaved. “Junsu-brother. I … he works for Yunho!”
“What?” Junsu said behind him.
Changmin pushed him away and came toward them. “You know Junsu’s brother?”
Jaejoong nodded. “He’s a stripper at Yunho’s, we-he’s there.”
“You’re positive?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded again. “One time we were talking and, I mean, most cats in the city don’t have families, and he said that he was abandoned with his brother, but when asked about his brother he just shook his head, and so I assumed he died, and we didn’t talk about it anymore.”
Junsu’s mouth was wide open, and a tear dripped down his cheek. “Really, Joongie, no fooling.”
Jaejoong went to Junsu and shook his head. “No fooling. He looks like you. He’s a bit taller though, and stronger, since he’s been on the streets.”
“And he’s okay. Not hurt or sick or … oh god.” Junsu’s knees gave out on him and Jaejoong caught him. Changmin frowned and came up behind them. Jaejoong transferred Junsu’s shaking body to Changmin.
“He’s fine, Su-ah. Scars like most of us had, but he’s healthy. I saw him three days ago.”
Jaejoong turned back to Yoochun. He was frowning.
“Yoochun.”
“Changmin,” Yoochun said, “will you take Junsu up to your room, and-“
“No, no, no,” Junsu said. “NO! Just …” He ripped away from Changmin and went to Yoochun. “Please, please. I …”
Yoochun hugged him tightly. “Calm down, Su-ah, calm down.”
“You’ll go get him, won’t you, please,” Junsu said, lifting tear stained face.
Yoochun wiped his cheeks and nodded. “Of course, Su-ah. Go with Changmin, okay? I’ll go get him, but you have to stay with Changmin.”
Junsu nodded and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Chunnie-ah.”
Changmin took his arm and Junsu let himself be pulled away.
Yoochun huffed and rubbed his hands over his eyes.
“You okay?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun nodded. “Just never thought I’d be running an animal shelter.”
Jaejoong froze and put his hands on his hips. “Well, fuck you, too.”
Yoochun smiled. “Sorry, Jaejoong. I need to make a few phone calls. I can’t just drive up to Yunho’s and ask for Junho, all nice and polite. And you’re going to come with, even though I don’t want you to.”
“Why don’t you want me to?”
Yoochun smiled and pulled him close. “I don’t want to lose you. If Yunho finds you …”
“He’s not as bad as you think,” Jaejoong said into his chest. “He has his rules and his requirements, but he’s never made any of us feel like we were trapped there.”
“He never said that you couldn’t leave?”
“No. We performed certain favors for him and for his friends to keep our jobs, but he never said we couldn’t leave.”
“Still a form of extortion, Jae baby. We need a plan, and I need some help.”
“But-“
“I’m not taking the chance of losing you. I want all my bases covered.” Yoochun went back into his study, and Jaejoong followed him.
The large room had one wall full of books. A table near the door was piled with more. Papers covered the main desk in an organized mess. There were two wooden chairs with brown upholstery. Both were piled with books, too.
“God, this place is a mess,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun looked at him, eyebrows raised. “The maids and butlers have learned not to touch anything.”
Jaejoong gravitated toward a wall full of framed degrees. His eyes went wide as he read them off, “Modern history, piano, music, a doctorate in philosophy, how the hell … how old are you?”
Yoochun smiled as he picked up his phone, but he did not reply.
Jaejoong snorted. There was a brown couch that looked well worn. He had a suspicion that Yoochun slept on this couch a lot. Jaejoong climbed on it and sank into the cushion. His eyes shut in bliss and he purred, turning circles until he was comfortably curled. He lay his head down and fell into a light dose, listening to Yoochun’s voice.
Jaejoong had not idea how much time had passed when finger scratched just above the top of the jeans he wore. Jaejoong purred, arching into the touch. Another hand cupped his ass, sliding up to his tail.
“Everything you do is sexy,” Yoochun whispered. “Even sleeping.”
“Not sleeping.” Jaejoong stretched out, put his arms over his head and rolled over with a meow. He yawned, mouth open wide, and ended it with a lick of his lips.
Yoochun moaned, and lips pressed against his. A heavy weight settled over him, and Jaejoong spread his legs, wrapping them around Yoochun’s waist as the kiss heated up.
“Pardon me, Park Yoochun-shi.”
Yoochun jerked away from Jaejoong, and Jaejoong smiled, turning to the butler who was bowing at the door.
“Choi Siwon returned your call, and said he would meet you in the usual place and time.”
“Thank you, Hyungjoon.”
“Would you like me to lock the door, sir?”
Jaejoong snickered, covering his mouth.
Yoochun glared down at him as he said, “That would be best.”
The door clicked shut and Yoochun kissed Jaejoong again. His hand dropped to Jaejoong’s thigh, gripping and then sliding down to cup his ass.
Jaejoong head went light. He wasn’t a stranger to pleasure, but he was a stranger to this desperate need to touch Yoochun, hold him and never let him go. It was so surreal, and the logical part of his brain told him it was too good to be true and not to get his heart attached.
Yoochun licked his open mouth and moved his lips down Jaejoong’s neck.
And Jaejoong told the logical part of his brain to shut up. He reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans. Yoochun broke away from his skin and gasped. Jaejoong leaned up and pressed their lips together again. Yoochun moaned and without breaking the kiss, hooked his hands at Jaejoong’s jeans and pulled them off.
Jae tried to wrap his legs around Yoochun again, but Yoochun grabbed his knees. “Wait. Just … let me …”
Jaejoong blushed under his gaze. He’d never felt so naked, so exposed. Nor so loved. His heart constricted, just liked it had earlier, and Jaejoong turned his head, looking away. He flinched when hand ran up and down his chest. Heat spread through him, escaping in a whimper.
When Yoochun’s tongue hit his nipple, Jaejoong’s body lifted from the couch with a cry.
“Love, shh, just relax.”
Jaejoong didn’t think he could. It was too good, too much, too terrifying. Too good to be true. His breath gasped out Yoochun’s name, and when Yoochun looked up, tongue running around his belly button, Jaejoong’s mind went blank again. There was so much dedication and love in his eyes. Jaejoong moaned, sagging against the couch.
Yoochun touched his inner thigh and Jaejoong lifted his leg to the back of the couch. The other rose and his foot rested against Yoochun’s back.
A wet tongue ran down the bend of his hip, to his balls. He sucked on them lightly.
Jaejoong gripped the arm of the couch, hips lifting with a whimper.
“You are so insanely beautiful, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. “Every time I touch you I can’t believe it. I can’t believe you let me, and I can’t believe you’re here with me.
Jaejoong did not know how to reply to that. Luckily, Yoochun took that moment to suck Jaejoong’s cock into his mouth, so all Jaejoong could do anyway was moan.
He was not used to this. He was not used to being pleasured and worshiped.
Yoochun let his cock go deep, so slow, tongue running over and over him. Licking, sucking, squeezing his balls. Jaejoong panted, skin going clammy. His brain was on overdrive, his nerves so sensitive. How was this even possible?
Fingers swiped over his entrance, and he moaned low, rolling his hips down, spreading his legs more. Yoochun moaned around his cock and paused only long enough to slip a finger into his mouth, soaking it. The pad pressed against his body, and Jaejoong whimpered as it pressed in his tight entrance. Twisting, curling.
His mouth opened, breaths echoing around the study. He gasped as a second finger pushed into him. They curled, brushing over his prostrate on the way out.
“Yoo-Yoochun.”
He hummed to show he was listening, but his lips were still around Jaejoong’s cock and the sensations stole everything coherent and he raised his hips, fucking himself on Yoochun’s fingers. His orgasm weaved through his skin, tingling low in his gut. Yoochun tightened his mouth for a moment, and Jaejoong cried out, hand falling to his head, fingers threading through his long hair. The next trip of fingers made his toes curl and his lungs collapse. Yoochun hummed again, and Jaejoong pulled his hair, screaming as pleasure tore through him and he came in Yoochun’s mouth.
Yoochun hummed again, swallowing it all, fingers moving so slowly.
Jaejoong was boneless with only the rise and fall of his chest showing that he wasn’t dead from the personal treatment.
Yoochun released his cock and Jaejoong whimpered as the fingers were removed. Lips traveled up his body, and pressed against his nipples.
“We have to go,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong’s eyes flew open. “What?”
“I have to meet Siwon at six. It’s after three, and it’s a long drive back to the city.”
Jaejoong immediately wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s back, holding him. “But you, fuck me. You …”
Yoochun rolled his hips down, pressing his erection to Jaejoong’s stomach. “Later, baby. I can wait.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shut, and-
“Unless you can’t wait,” Yoochun whispered, lips against his cheek. “Do you want me to spread you open with my cock? Push in deep-”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded. “Oh, god, please.”
Yoochun chuckled. “I will. Tomorrow.”
Jaejoong moaned in disappointment.
Yoochun kissed him, lower lip lying against Jaejoong’s. “You’re no longer a whore, baby. I don’t want you to feel like one, and I won’t make you feel like one.”
Jaejoong thought about that, and then he nodded. The feelings Yoochun gave him were nothing that he ever experienced as a whore. The closest he’d ever come to feeling this precious and needed were his few moments with Jungmin. But even then, it was more friendship than love. A mutual need rather than reigned in passion.
Yoochun sat up, and Jaejoong pouted as he climbed from the couch. “Go get dressed, Jae baby. I have to gather up some papers.”
Jaejoong sighed and reached for his jeans. His cock was still hard, but he pulled them on anyway. Yoochun sat at his desk and Jaejoong smirked. He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over to him, meowing. Tail waving above him.
He heard Yoochun’s breath hitch and rubbed his face against his side. Yoochun’s hand landed in his hair, scratching the base of his ears. Jaejoong shivered before pressing a kiss to Yoochun’s side.
“I don’t feel like a whore,” Jaejoong said. He pushed up to his knees, wrapping his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders. He kept going until he was straddling Yoochun’s lap. His hard cock poked out of his unbuttoned jeans.
Yoochun’s eyes flicked down and he swallowed.
“You owe me,” Jaejoong whispered, leaning close to Yoochun’s lips. “Tomorrow, I’m going to ride your cock until I pass out.”
“What if I pass out?” Yoochun whispered. Their lips barely touched.
Jaejoong smirked and licked his lips, and therefore Yoochun’s. “I can ride your cock while you’re unconscious.”
Yoochun moaned and tried to cover the minute distance between their lips. Jaejoong laughed and moved away.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered.
Jaejoong turned his back and walked through the office. He buttoned his jeans over his erection. He jerked his hips as he walked, tail swaying behind him. He shut the door on Yoochun’s needy whimper.
Part 4: Back to Work, Kitty
Part 2: Trust Me, Kitty
Part 1: Here, Kitty Kitty
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would make Jaejoong wear kitty ears and meow at me.
Summary: Jaejoong has made something of his unworthy existence. He has a seedy job and a seedy apartment in a seedy part of town. But it's more than most cats can claim. He's proud of his life, but being a cat makes him a target, and sometimes even the most independent need someone to save them.
Warning: Cat!Jaejoong (first part contains rape)
Poster credit goes to vik720
Part 3:
“Do you want to go swimming?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong looked up from where he was washing dishes and bit his lower lip.
“Please. Changmin is a pussy and won’t swim with me.”
“I almost drowned when I was a kitten, shut up.”
“You guys fight a lot,” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu blushed. “Yah! You will soon too. There’s nothing to do sometimes but fight with him.”
Jaejoong wasn’t sure how that was possible when they lived in such luxury. There were so many things to do around here.
“You really don’t have to do the dishes,” Changmin said. “He has maids for that.”
Jaejoong went back to the washing. “I … I’m used to it.”
“I know I already said this,” Junsu said, “but that fish sandwich was really good. You’re a great cook.”
“Thanks.”
“How do you know it was good?” Changmin asked. “You inhaled it. You didn’t have time to taste it.”
Junsu made a face at him. “Come and swim, please.”
“I-I’ve never swam before.”
“Really? It’s so much fun!”
“L-let me finish these, and then … yeah, we’ll go.”
Junsu bounced up from where he sat at the island. “I’ll dry them for you so we can hurry faster.”
“Dude, Yoochun has a dishwasher.”
“What? Really?” Jaejoong said, looking around.
“Yeah,” Junsu said, waving it away, “but you’re almost done already. It’ll take less than five minutes.”
With Junsu drying and putting them away, it did take less than five minutes.
“Come on, come on. Let’s go.” Junsu tugged at Jaejoong’s arm, pulling him across the kitchen. Near the living room was a balcony door. It opened to a wide courtyard. A glistening blue swimming pool lay right in the middle. Jaejoong swallowed, staring at all the trees and the sloping lawn and the gardens in the distance. It felt like they were the only people in the entire world. So many flowers.
Junsu laughed and in a multicolored blur shot past Jaejoong. He stripped on the way and then dove naked into the pool.
Jaejoong bit his lip and looked at Changmin while Junsu shouted at him to hurry up.
“Don’t know why you’re embarrassed,” Changmin said as he pulled off his shirt. “You’re just a whore.”
Jaejoong inhaled sharply and turned away from him, blushing.
Changmin walked to the pool, as naked as Junsu. His gray tail snapped back and forth in irritation. He sat on the edge and put his legs in the water. Junsu splashed him and then swam up to him. Between his legs. He smiled brightly, and then his eyes rolled back and their lips met and Changmin slipped into the pool, holding Junsu while they floated around, lips never parting.
“Hey,” Yoochun said behind him.
Jaejoong jumped and then curled away, arms crossed.
“What’s wrong?”
Jaejoong winced, and decided he needed to learn to hide his feelings from Yoochun. He could. He made a living on hiding his true self from people, but to do that with Yoochun … it felt wrong.
“Are you going to go swim?”
Jaejoong shook his head.
“Jaejoong! Come on! You said you would!” Junsu shouted.
He didn’t look over at them, but met Yoochun’s eyes.
Yoochun sighed. “What did Changmin say to you?”
“N-nothing.”
“Jaejoong.” Yoochun cupped his face in his hands. “Don’t mind him. That cat is too smart for his own good, and he’s sort of a bastard.”
“He called me a whore.”
Yoochun’s mouth tightened. “I’ll talk to him. Go swim.”
“Will you come-“
“Oh, no. Not me. Not in water. No thank you.”
Jaejoong smiled a little. “Afraid.”
“Yes. Very, very much so. My younger brother almost drowned when we were little and yeah … never again.” He sat on a plastic deck chair.
“So you’re going to sit there and watch three naked cats swim in your pool? God, you’re a pervert.” Jaejoong smirked at his insulted reaction. He took the t-shirt off and threw it over his face. “Cover your eyes.” He slipped out of the sweat pants and then walked to the pool. He hadn’t been a stripper for nothing.
Junsu whistled at him, and he smiled and threw a wink over his shoulder at Yoochun. He didn’t dive in like Junsu had, but sat and put his legs in the water. It was warmer than he was expecting, but not cold.
“Don’t be scared, Jaejoong!”
He wasn’t. Not really. He’d just never been in water deeper than a tub before.
“It’s deeper at the other end,” Junsu said, walking toward him, “so we won’t go over there. Changmin can reach most of the way, but he doesn’t like going that deep.”
Jaejoong slipped into the pool and hissed. The water felt colder on this chest, but the chill went away after a moment and he ducked down to his shoulders. He followed Junsu’s teachings about how to move his arms and legs and pretty soon he was sort of swimming. Changmin sat on the edge of the pool and laughed at them.
Jaejoong wasn’t one to hate someone right away, but Changmin was getting on his nerves.
“Shut up, Minnie!” Junsu said after a barb about never catching fish with their swimming skills. “You won’t even try!”
In response, Changmin stuck out his tongue.
“How old are you two?” Jaejoong asked.
Junsu blushed, and then looked to where Yoochun was basking in the sun.
“Junsu is seventeen, even though he acts like a kitten, and I’m fifteen,” Changmin replied. “How old are you?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and looked away. “You won’t believe me.”
“Yes, we will.”
“I’m twenty-one.”
Junsu’s mouth dropped open. “No way!”
Changmin narrowed his eyes. “How?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I survived.”
“In the city?”
“Yes.”
“By yourself?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Maybe not for weak cats,” Jaejoong replied hotly. “But I did it. And my friend Jungmin is almost twenty three. You learn to survive.”
“By selling yourself,” Changmin snapped.
“Changmin!” Yoochun shouted suddenly.
Jaejoong turned away from them, crossing his arms. “Like I said.” His voice had gone cold. “I learned to survive.”
Jaejoong went to the stairs and climbed out of the pool. There were a pile of towels on a bench and he went over and grabbed one, wrapping it around his waist.
“Wait, Jaejoong, don’t go!” Junsu said.
Jaejoong kept walking back to the house, trying not to cry right there.
“Changmin, you bitch!”
Yoochun stood up and followed Jaejoong back through the house, and up to the bedroom. Yoochun said nothing, which he was thankful for. Jaejoong went straight to the shower to rinse off, and then, ignoring Yoochun, he curled up in the blankets and pillows from the night before and let himself cry.
This was so weird for Jaejoong. Up until yesterday, last night, he was proud of what he had. But to be taken here and shown that he had nothing and that he was nothing more than a whore to those around him hurt so much. He didn’t deserve to be here. Not like them.
He flinched when Yoochun’s hand landed softly on his exposed side. He rubbed, just there, not going under the blanket or curling around his hip. Jaejoong shut his eyes, willing his tears away.
“Don’t listen to Changmin, baby. I’ll talk to him, but he used to be a rich man’s cat, and he’s spoiled rotten. The details are obscure, but he said another cat broke into the man’s store, and Changmin tried to fight the cat off, but he was too strong, and it was just some stray tomcat. He’s pretty pissed at the world right now, so don’t think it’s directed at you.”
“It still hurts,” Jaejoong whispered into the blanket.
“Do you want me to leave you alone?”
Jaejoong pulled the blanket away from his face and looked up at Yoochun.
Yoochun’s face crumbled and he quickly gathered Jaejoong against him, holding him tightly. “Baby, I’m sorry. Please, don’t be so hard on yourself. What you managed in the city as a cat is amazing. Don’t compare it to this, or to whatever Changmin has said to you. You have every right to be proud of who you are.”
Jaejoong scoffed. “And I gave it all up for … you, money, to be a pet. I … “ Jaejoong wanted to go back to his apartment. Where he felt comfortable. Safe. Home. But he knew that would break Yoochun’s heart.
“What do you want?”
Jaejoong shook his head and clutched at him.
“I know this is a new experience for you,” Yoochun said, “but this isn’t you, this scared thing. Even when I saw you attacked, twice, you fought back. You’re stronger than this, and if … if you want, I can … I can take you back.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shot open. “What?”
“You … I’ll take you home, you don’t have to stay here … “ This time it was Yoochun turning away from him.
Jaejoong sat up and put his arms around Yoochun’s upper body. “I’d be stupid to go back to that.”
Yoochun tensed.
“And I don’t want to,” Jaejoong said quickly. “I … I’ll stay here with you. I want to.”
Yoochun relaxed into his body and turned his head. Jaejoong licked his cheek, and Yoochun smiled.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu said carefully from the doorway.
They both looked over and he scuffed his feet. He’d put on a pair of sweat pants and that was it. His hair was wet and all over his head; his ears drooped in sadness.
“I’m sorry, Jaejoong.”
“Su-ah, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Yoochun said.
“I know, but Changmin is a bitch sometimes and I just let him and if I-“
“It’s not your fault,” Jaejoong said.
Junsu shuffled his feet and Jaejoong held out his arm, and Junsu laughed nervously, but came over to them and joined their pile, and Jaejoong hugged him.
“Thanks for being nice to me, Junsu,” Jaejoong said, rubbing cheeks with him.
Junsu purred and tried to burrow deeper into Jaejoong’s neck. Jaejoong laughed and tugged on him and they curled up together, Yoochun watching with a smile. Jaejoong met his eyes, smiled back and then ran his claws up and down Junsu’s back.
Junsu meow-ed and then purred harder under the touches. “Let’s go out in the gardens,” he said. “I saw you staring at them before, and we can take a nap in the sun. And Changmin isn't nearly as pissy when he's been out in the sun. It's like he needs it.”
Jaejoong met Yoochun's eyes and Yoochun nodded. "It'll give me a chance to get caught up on some paperwork. Siwon has sent me four texts today about it."
Junsu smiled and jumped up and hugged Yoochun tightly. "I'll go talk to Changmin, and then let's meet out front. The forests are amazing right now."
"Forests?"
"I have a lot of land," Yoochun said. “Remember the trees we drove through to get here?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“That’s all my land. I don’t know what to do with it, so it’s wild, like it was before the land was mine.”
Junsu rubbed their cheeks together again and then stood up. “Hurry. I’m totally excited now.”
"You'll get used to Changmin," Yoochun said as Junsu barreled out of the room. "Or you'll end up killing him."
Jaejoong smiled, and then frowned. "You killed someone."
A shadow darkened Yoochun's face. "No one will notice."
"I know, but ..."
"I couldn't let him hurt you," he said, voice bordering desperate.
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Yoochun's waist tightly, head on his chest. Yoochun rubbed his face against Jaejoong's wet hair.
"What if someone does notice? What if they know you did it?"
"Those are what ifs that I'd rather not think about unless they happen. The guy was street trash. Just another body."
Jaejoong looked up and narrowed his eyes.
Yoochun quickly shook his head. "That's not how I think of it. It's how the world thinks of it. And they'd think even less if it was you. They might start an investigation because it's a human body, but if it was you, lying there dead, obviously raped and beaten, no one would care."
"You would," Jaejoong whispered and held him tightly again.
Yoochun hugged him and pressed a kiss to his ear before licking it lightly.
Jaejoong shivered. "You should go before you get distracted."
“I don’t mind,” Yoochun murmured. His phone chirped in his pocket and he sighed. “Siwon seems to though.”
Jaejoong quickly took the moment to get up. He frowned, noticing his bags were gone. A tendril of panic rose through him.
“I had your things taken to be washed.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shot around the room, and there on the dresser was his sculpture and a stack of books. He sighed in relief, and then ducked his head, feeling guilty.
“Don’t worry,” Yoochun said. “I understand, but you might want to get clothes on if you’re not trying to distract me.”
Jaejoong cursed himself when he blushed again.
(=^ェ^=)
The three of them spent the day in the trees, climbing and chasing each other, and Jaejoong did his best to ignore Changmin’s taunts. Jaejoong had never had so much fun. He’d only run to escape before, and he’d never climbed a tree.
Exhaustion overtook him quickly and he found a patch of grass warmed by the sun and lay there, watching MinSu chase each other. He was almost asleep when Junsu plopped down next to him, startling him awake.
“Can I ask you a question, hyung?” Junsu said, not looking at him.
Jaejoong watched as Changmin sat cross-legged next to Junsu. “Maybe. What question?”
“I just … “
“He wants to know what it’s like to be a whore.”
“Changmin!” Junsu said and swiped a hand out to smack him. Changmin dodged it and stuck his tongue out at Junsu. “God you are such a fucking asshole. Seriously. Why do I love you?”
Changmin shrugged, face smug. “Because I’m perfect.”
Jaejoong propped up on an elbow. Keeping his eyes on Junsu, he said, “It’s … You have to understand, it’s all I knew. I’ve been selling myself in one way or another since I was ten.”
Junsu winced. “Ten?”
Jaejoong nodded. He rolled to his back and put his hands behind his head. He shut his eyes and let the sun soak into his bare chest. “When you’re young, in the city, it’s pretty much survival of the fittest, you have to learn to fight. Learn to steal and learn to run and get away. It’s hard. Some humans will pity you and give you scraps of food, but once you’re no longer a kitten, you’re labeled as a stray. We bind together, form packs and gangs, and cats die and …” Jaejoong took a deep breath against the memories of his friends getting sick and their bodies. He felt a tear drop down his face.
“When I was ten, I met a man that promised me food if I let him touch me, so I let him. In the process, I alienated all of my pack, because I was eating and they weren’t, and one day, I overheard one of them say they were going to jump me, so I left, and I didn’t go back. That man kept me fed until I was twelve, but when he tried to tie me up and keep me, I ran away.”
“Why?” Changmin asked. “Why would you leave when you had a food source and a home?”
Jaejoong sighed and didn’t look at him when he replied. “He wasn’t offering me a home,” Jaejoong whispered, remembering the man’s beatings and sudden outbursts. “I didn’t want to be kept. I didn’t want to wear a leash. I had a close call with an officer when I was thirteen, and after that, I saved up some money to register and get a license.”
“A close call,” Changmin said, voice full of disdain.
Jaejoong met his eyes then. “Most officers will look the other way for a blow job. This one didn’t. He took the blow job and then tried to take me in anyway. As soon as I was licensed, I could start looking for a real job, but a cat in the city is only good for one thing. I met Yunho when I was fifteen, and he said he had enough strippers, and he put me in the kitchens. I loved it so much. I learned to cook when I lived with the man from before, so Yunho let me do that for a while. It wasn’t like I wasn’t used. Some of Yunho’s favorite clients liked me, and any money they gave me for servicing them, I was allowed to keep. So I saved up, and got an apartment, and …”
Junsu scooted closer to him. “Were you scared?”
“Of what?” Jaejoong asked. He reached out and scratched Junsu’s head, around his ears.
Junsu purred and arched into the touch for a moment. “I don’t know. It sounds scary.”
“Some days it was. When I met Yoochun, I was in the middle of being raped by three men, because I didn’t make it home before they caught up with me.”
Junsu looked like he was about to cry, lower lip quivering.
“Serves you right for the-“
“You shut up,” Junsu almost screeched, turning to his boyfriend. He actually slapped Changmin, and the other stared at him in shock. “You can’t say that. You can’t! It’s not his fault, and you’re such a pampered prince, just shut up!”
Jaejoong tried to soothe him and pulled the shaking cat into his lap. He clutched at Jaejoong’s waist and gasped out words they didn’t understand. Jaejoong pet his head until his tail stopped whipping about in agitation.
“Hey it’s okay, Su-ah,” Jaejoong said, holding him tighter. But the cat refused to be consoled. Jaejoong looked up to Changmin for help.
Changmin’s face was conflicted. He waned to go to his boyfriend, but Junsu was upset with him. He met Jaejoong’s eyes and looked away quickly.
“How did you two come to live with Yoochun?” Jaejoong asked, still rubbing Junsu’s neck. “He told me about you, Changmin, but Su…”
“Junsu was beaten and left for dead,” Changmin said.
Junsu stiffened in Jaejoong’s arms.
“Yoochun found him when he was a kitten. He … He says he has a brother, that they were both left there, but he can’t remember anything about him.”
“Yes, I can,” Junsu said, suddenly strong. He pushed away. “His name is Junho. And he told me to wait for him, that he would be right back, and then … then I woke up at Yoochun’s.”
Another layer of tears dripped from his cheeks.
“Yoochun feels awful about it,” Changmin continued. “He didn’t know that Junsu had someone already.”
“Wait, Junho?” Jaejoong said, turning Junsu to face him. With hands on his cheeks, he demanded. “Junho? Your brother’s name is Junho?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Calico, like you?”
Junsu nodded. “More brown than anything, and-“
Jaejoong cried out, pressed a quick kiss to his lips and jumped up, running for the house. After a moment, he heard Junsu and Changmin running after him. Jaejoong slipped on the porch steps, almost falling, and then stood back up. He jerked the door open.
“Yoochun!”
God, where … Jaejoong had no idea where to look for him.
“Yoochun!”
“He’s in his study, Jaejoong-shi,” a maid said and pointed down a hall.
Jaejoong went that way, calling his name again. “Yoochun!”
A door opened, and Yoochun rushed out. Jaejoong slid on the tile, skidding, but not stopping and ran right into him. Yoochun put his arms around him and stepped back, steadying them.
“Jae, what-“
“We have to go back. I have to go back. I have to go-“
“Hey, calm down, what’s wrong?” Yoochun took his face in his hands and Jaejoong clutched his wrists.
“Junho, Junho is there. And …”
“Wait, what?”
Jaejoong’s chest heaved. “Junsu-brother. I … he works for Yunho!”
“What?” Junsu said behind him.
Changmin pushed him away and came toward them. “You know Junsu’s brother?”
Jaejoong nodded. “He’s a stripper at Yunho’s, we-he’s there.”
“You’re positive?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded again. “One time we were talking and, I mean, most cats in the city don’t have families, and he said that he was abandoned with his brother, but when asked about his brother he just shook his head, and so I assumed he died, and we didn’t talk about it anymore.”
Junsu’s mouth was wide open, and a tear dripped down his cheek. “Really, Joongie, no fooling.”
Jaejoong went to Junsu and shook his head. “No fooling. He looks like you. He’s a bit taller though, and stronger, since he’s been on the streets.”
“And he’s okay. Not hurt or sick or … oh god.” Junsu’s knees gave out on him and Jaejoong caught him. Changmin frowned and came up behind them. Jaejoong transferred Junsu’s shaking body to Changmin.
“He’s fine, Su-ah. Scars like most of us had, but he’s healthy. I saw him three days ago.”
Jaejoong turned back to Yoochun. He was frowning.
“Yoochun.”
“Changmin,” Yoochun said, “will you take Junsu up to your room, and-“
“No, no, no,” Junsu said. “NO! Just …” He ripped away from Changmin and went to Yoochun. “Please, please. I …”
Yoochun hugged him tightly. “Calm down, Su-ah, calm down.”
“You’ll go get him, won’t you, please,” Junsu said, lifting tear stained face.
Yoochun wiped his cheeks and nodded. “Of course, Su-ah. Go with Changmin, okay? I’ll go get him, but you have to stay with Changmin.”
Junsu nodded and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Chunnie-ah.”
Changmin took his arm and Junsu let himself be pulled away.
Yoochun huffed and rubbed his hands over his eyes.
“You okay?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun nodded. “Just never thought I’d be running an animal shelter.”
Jaejoong froze and put his hands on his hips. “Well, fuck you, too.”
Yoochun smiled. “Sorry, Jaejoong. I need to make a few phone calls. I can’t just drive up to Yunho’s and ask for Junho, all nice and polite. And you’re going to come with, even though I don’t want you to.”
“Why don’t you want me to?”
Yoochun smiled and pulled him close. “I don’t want to lose you. If Yunho finds you …”
“He’s not as bad as you think,” Jaejoong said into his chest. “He has his rules and his requirements, but he’s never made any of us feel like we were trapped there.”
“He never said that you couldn’t leave?”
“No. We performed certain favors for him and for his friends to keep our jobs, but he never said we couldn’t leave.”
“Still a form of extortion, Jae baby. We need a plan, and I need some help.”
“But-“
“I’m not taking the chance of losing you. I want all my bases covered.” Yoochun went back into his study, and Jaejoong followed him.
The large room had one wall full of books. A table near the door was piled with more. Papers covered the main desk in an organized mess. There were two wooden chairs with brown upholstery. Both were piled with books, too.
“God, this place is a mess,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun looked at him, eyebrows raised. “The maids and butlers have learned not to touch anything.”
Jaejoong gravitated toward a wall full of framed degrees. His eyes went wide as he read them off, “Modern history, piano, music, a doctorate in philosophy, how the hell … how old are you?”
Yoochun smiled as he picked up his phone, but he did not reply.
Jaejoong snorted. There was a brown couch that looked well worn. He had a suspicion that Yoochun slept on this couch a lot. Jaejoong climbed on it and sank into the cushion. His eyes shut in bliss and he purred, turning circles until he was comfortably curled. He lay his head down and fell into a light dose, listening to Yoochun’s voice.
Jaejoong had not idea how much time had passed when finger scratched just above the top of the jeans he wore. Jaejoong purred, arching into the touch. Another hand cupped his ass, sliding up to his tail.
“Everything you do is sexy,” Yoochun whispered. “Even sleeping.”
“Not sleeping.” Jaejoong stretched out, put his arms over his head and rolled over with a meow. He yawned, mouth open wide, and ended it with a lick of his lips.
Yoochun moaned, and lips pressed against his. A heavy weight settled over him, and Jaejoong spread his legs, wrapping them around Yoochun’s waist as the kiss heated up.
“Pardon me, Park Yoochun-shi.”
Yoochun jerked away from Jaejoong, and Jaejoong smiled, turning to the butler who was bowing at the door.
“Choi Siwon returned your call, and said he would meet you in the usual place and time.”
“Thank you, Hyungjoon.”
“Would you like me to lock the door, sir?”
Jaejoong snickered, covering his mouth.
Yoochun glared down at him as he said, “That would be best.”
The door clicked shut and Yoochun kissed Jaejoong again. His hand dropped to Jaejoong’s thigh, gripping and then sliding down to cup his ass.
Jaejoong head went light. He wasn’t a stranger to pleasure, but he was a stranger to this desperate need to touch Yoochun, hold him and never let him go. It was so surreal, and the logical part of his brain told him it was too good to be true and not to get his heart attached.
Yoochun licked his open mouth and moved his lips down Jaejoong’s neck.
And Jaejoong told the logical part of his brain to shut up. He reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans. Yoochun broke away from his skin and gasped. Jaejoong leaned up and pressed their lips together again. Yoochun moaned and without breaking the kiss, hooked his hands at Jaejoong’s jeans and pulled them off.
Jae tried to wrap his legs around Yoochun again, but Yoochun grabbed his knees. “Wait. Just … let me …”
Jaejoong blushed under his gaze. He’d never felt so naked, so exposed. Nor so loved. His heart constricted, just liked it had earlier, and Jaejoong turned his head, looking away. He flinched when hand ran up and down his chest. Heat spread through him, escaping in a whimper.
When Yoochun’s tongue hit his nipple, Jaejoong’s body lifted from the couch with a cry.
“Love, shh, just relax.”
Jaejoong didn’t think he could. It was too good, too much, too terrifying. Too good to be true. His breath gasped out Yoochun’s name, and when Yoochun looked up, tongue running around his belly button, Jaejoong’s mind went blank again. There was so much dedication and love in his eyes. Jaejoong moaned, sagging against the couch.
Yoochun touched his inner thigh and Jaejoong lifted his leg to the back of the couch. The other rose and his foot rested against Yoochun’s back.
A wet tongue ran down the bend of his hip, to his balls. He sucked on them lightly.
Jaejoong gripped the arm of the couch, hips lifting with a whimper.
“You are so insanely beautiful, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. “Every time I touch you I can’t believe it. I can’t believe you let me, and I can’t believe you’re here with me.
Jaejoong did not know how to reply to that. Luckily, Yoochun took that moment to suck Jaejoong’s cock into his mouth, so all Jaejoong could do anyway was moan.
He was not used to this. He was not used to being pleasured and worshiped.
Yoochun let his cock go deep, so slow, tongue running over and over him. Licking, sucking, squeezing his balls. Jaejoong panted, skin going clammy. His brain was on overdrive, his nerves so sensitive. How was this even possible?
Fingers swiped over his entrance, and he moaned low, rolling his hips down, spreading his legs more. Yoochun moaned around his cock and paused only long enough to slip a finger into his mouth, soaking it. The pad pressed against his body, and Jaejoong whimpered as it pressed in his tight entrance. Twisting, curling.
His mouth opened, breaths echoing around the study. He gasped as a second finger pushed into him. They curled, brushing over his prostrate on the way out.
“Yoo-Yoochun.”
He hummed to show he was listening, but his lips were still around Jaejoong’s cock and the sensations stole everything coherent and he raised his hips, fucking himself on Yoochun’s fingers. His orgasm weaved through his skin, tingling low in his gut. Yoochun tightened his mouth for a moment, and Jaejoong cried out, hand falling to his head, fingers threading through his long hair. The next trip of fingers made his toes curl and his lungs collapse. Yoochun hummed again, and Jaejoong pulled his hair, screaming as pleasure tore through him and he came in Yoochun’s mouth.
Yoochun hummed again, swallowing it all, fingers moving so slowly.
Jaejoong was boneless with only the rise and fall of his chest showing that he wasn’t dead from the personal treatment.
Yoochun released his cock and Jaejoong whimpered as the fingers were removed. Lips traveled up his body, and pressed against his nipples.
“We have to go,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong’s eyes flew open. “What?”
“I have to meet Siwon at six. It’s after three, and it’s a long drive back to the city.”
Jaejoong immediately wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s back, holding him. “But you, fuck me. You …”
Yoochun rolled his hips down, pressing his erection to Jaejoong’s stomach. “Later, baby. I can wait.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shut, and-
“Unless you can’t wait,” Yoochun whispered, lips against his cheek. “Do you want me to spread you open with my cock? Push in deep-”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded. “Oh, god, please.”
Yoochun chuckled. “I will. Tomorrow.”
Jaejoong moaned in disappointment.
Yoochun kissed him, lower lip lying against Jaejoong’s. “You’re no longer a whore, baby. I don’t want you to feel like one, and I won’t make you feel like one.”
Jaejoong thought about that, and then he nodded. The feelings Yoochun gave him were nothing that he ever experienced as a whore. The closest he’d ever come to feeling this precious and needed were his few moments with Jungmin. But even then, it was more friendship than love. A mutual need rather than reigned in passion.
Yoochun sat up, and Jaejoong pouted as he climbed from the couch. “Go get dressed, Jae baby. I have to gather up some papers.”
Jaejoong sighed and reached for his jeans. His cock was still hard, but he pulled them on anyway. Yoochun sat at his desk and Jaejoong smirked. He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over to him, meowing. Tail waving above him.
He heard Yoochun’s breath hitch and rubbed his face against his side. Yoochun’s hand landed in his hair, scratching the base of his ears. Jaejoong shivered before pressing a kiss to Yoochun’s side.
“I don’t feel like a whore,” Jaejoong said. He pushed up to his knees, wrapping his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders. He kept going until he was straddling Yoochun’s lap. His hard cock poked out of his unbuttoned jeans.
Yoochun’s eyes flicked down and he swallowed.
“You owe me,” Jaejoong whispered, leaning close to Yoochun’s lips. “Tomorrow, I’m going to ride your cock until I pass out.”
“What if I pass out?” Yoochun whispered. Their lips barely touched.
Jaejoong smirked and licked his lips, and therefore Yoochun’s. “I can ride your cock while you’re unconscious.”
Yoochun moaned and tried to cover the minute distance between their lips. Jaejoong laughed and moved away.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered.
Jaejoong turned his back and walked through the office. He buttoned his jeans over his erection. He jerked his hips as he walked, tail swaying behind him. He shut the door on Yoochun’s needy whimper.
Part 4: Back to Work, Kitty
Part 2: Trust Me, Kitty
Part 1: Here, Kitty Kitty
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