Overheating (Leo/Hyuk, NC-17)
Title: Overheating
Pairing: catboy!Leo/catboy!Hyuk
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2600
Warnings: catboy AU, foreskin, felching
Summary: Sequel to So Hot.
Sanghyuk’s hot, and he’s horny, and it’s really not helping at all the way Leo’s got a hand in his boxers pulling long and slow. “Hyung,” he manages, “please.”
“Shh, Hyuk-ah,” Leo murmurs into the back of his neck. Sanghyuk’s not sure whether it’s just a general response or whether Leo actually means it because Wonsik is still asleep across the room, but it really doesn’t matter much when Leo’s speeding up the twisting of his wrist. He comes with a quiet whine that Leo muffles with a hand over his mouth just in case.
And he’d almost be embarrassed at how hair-trigger he is these days, except he’s distracted by Leo’s erection pressing along the small of his back. He turns, already reaching for the waistband of Leo’s sweatpants, “let me…”
“You sure?”
He sighs, because he’s lost count of how many times Leo’s asked the same question but it must number in the hundreds by now. He appreciates the concern, he does, but he’s not going to suddenly change his mind and bolt.
“Hyung,” he says with barely concealed frustration, “I’ve liked you since basically forever. I’m sure.”
“Oh.” Leo lets Sanghyuk tug his pants down but just as Sanghyuk’s wrapping a hand around him he tilts his head further against the pillow and asks, “Why?”
He really wants to have this discussion now of all times. Sanghyuk can’t help his exasperated groan or the way he squeezes a little too tightly. Leo hisses, and Sanghyuk almost wants to return it with how there are a thousand reasons spinning through his mind that won’t just put themselves into words. “I - you just - I've always--" When his mouth fails him, as it so often does, he falls back like usual on gestures. This time it’s letting go of Leo to sweep a broad wave from Leo’s ears to his tail, then back to Sanghyuk’s own. “You’re the only one who understands.”
Leo’s ears had been alert with curiosity but now they droop for a split second before swiveling straight backward, and his face goes abruptly, terrifyingly blank. His voice is tightly controlled when he says, batting Sanghyuk’s hand away from reaching for him again, “Don’t touch me.”
Sanghyuk can only stare in bewilderment and distress as Leo rolls to his feet, yanking his pants back up in one smooth motion, and stalks out of the room.
---
“What’d you do to him?” Hongbin whispers, eyeing Leo who’s robotically pouring cereal into a bowl across the counter from them. Sanghyuk’s been trying to make eye contact all morning but today, just like the past two days, Leo won’t so much as look in his direction if he doesn’t have to.
“I don’t know,” Sanghyuk replies miserably, because it’s not just the looking. Leo won’t touch him, speak to him, acknowledge him in any way at all. He’s moved back to the room he shares with the others, leaving Sanghyuk once again to the mercy of Wonsik’s snores, and the worst part is that Sanghyuk has no idea what he did wrong.
Well. The worst part might actually be that it hasn’t stopped him waking up hard from dreams where Leo’s stroking him, petting him, even just holding him again. He’s just more ashamed of them now, and can’t do anything about them.
“Gross. Stop looking at him like you want him to fuck you,” Hongbin says, and Sanghyuk can’t even bring himself to be contrite as he thinks, if only.
---
Hakyeon finds him in his and Wonsik’s room, like he has been for the past week, yanks the covers off his head and says gently if teasingly, “Stop moping.”
Sanghyuk wouldn’t call it moping, exactly. It’s more like thinking very hard. A lot. In the dark.
“I’m not moping,” he replies stubbornly.
Hakyeon, of course, ignores him. “You could just talk to him, you know.”
Sanghyuk can’t keep himself from snorting at that. “Like you do?”
“Yeah,” Hakyeon says softly, “except he’d probably listen to you.”
Oh. Just like that, he deflates of all possible sarcasm. “I…I don’t know what to say.” The admission scrapes its way out of his chest from somewhere near his heart, rough edges rubbing over still-tender wounds.
It helps just a little the way Hakyeon pulls him into an extended hug, even if he does scruff up Sanghyuk’s ears when he lets go.
“Think about it,” he says over Sanghyuk’s protests. “In the meantime, get ready. We’ve got schedules today.”
---
The interviewer is pretty, Sanghyuk notes distantly while the others settle into their seats. She’s got her hair pulled back and one knee crossed over the other under her slim pencil skirt, and she’s just the kind of noona he saves his best smiles for, if he felt like smiling at all.
“I’ll ask you guys the questions in age order so you can all answer,” she says after she’s introduced herself, and the guarantee of getting a chance to speak would give him an instant crush, if he felt like having any crushes ever again. Or speaking, for that matter.
So maybe he’s moping. He still doesn’t think anyone can complain, not when he’s got at least enough professionalism to make his answers relevant and polite if not enthusiastic. If the interviewer notices his distraction she doesn’t say anything, and it’s easy enough to slip into his own mind when it’s not his turn to talk. The time goes quickly.
He’s drawn back when she announces, “Okay, one last question.” It’s enough for him to think finally with a small amount of relief, but then she continues. “Say one thing to another member that you’ve never, ever told them before. You don’t have to use names if you don’t want,” she adds, but it’s almost drowned out by the sudden rushing in his ears. One other member. Something he’s never said.
Hakyeon’s response is something sappy, Jaehwan’s utterly nonsensical, of course. Leo’s is too quiet for him to hear over his heartbeat loud and anxious, and frankly he’s just not paying attention to Wonsik’s and Hongbin’s, too absorbed by trying to figure out what he’s going to say.
Then it’s his turn, and he doesn’t have any more time to think of the perfect words. In his head, Hakyeon’s voice says just talk to him. He takes a deep breath.
“There’s one hyung,” he starts, “there was one time during training, I almost quit because I thought he hated me.” He can almost feel Leo’s gaze snapping to him, but he keeps going. “Everyone thinks all the companies must want people like me because we’re special, but they don’t, not really. I auditioned at another company who didn’t want me. They said I’d be too high-maintenance. That was the first time I thought about giving up.”
He clears his throat. He still can’t look in Leo’s direction so he keeps his eyes trained on the floor, counting the flowers printed on the carpet. “So this hyung, there was a time I wanted to quit because of him, but in the beginning I only stayed because of him, too. I walked into the room where our company was holding auditions and he was the first person I saw, someone who looked like me. I’ve never told him that, how scared I was that day. How I decided that if he could make it, then maybe I could too.”
Finally he glances up, and Leo’s eyes still pull his own like a magnet just as they always have. Sanghyuk holds their gaze as he finishes. “We made it.”
---
“Is that true?” Leo’s voice is quiet, of course, but Sanghyuk’s spent months and now a particularly frantic week listening for any word he says. He catches it even though he’s got headphones on, even though he’s got his back turned to the door and he didn’t hear Leo come in.
He pulls them off, rolling over and sitting up carefully, slowly in case Leo decides he doesn’t want to have this conversation after all and leaves. Leo looks like he might want to leave, he’s got his tail pulled around front and he’s grooming the tip through his fingers over and over in that unsure way he has.
“Is what true?” Sanghyuk’s honestly surprised his voice doesn’t shake.
“The interview,” Leo says, and it’s all he needs to say really.
He doesn’t want to bother even pretending he doesn’t know what Leo means. “Yeah,” he sighs tiredly, “It’s always been you, hyung.”
“I didn’t know.” Leo’s voice is high, plaintive, but what it’s asking for Sanghyuk has no idea. “Sanghyuk-ah, you never said anything.”
“What was I supposed to say, hyung?” He’s getting louder now, he knows he is but he can’t stop himself when Leo’s always had so many expectations of him but has never bothered to tell him what they are. “What was I supposed to say, when you barely paid attention to me? How do you talk to someone like that?”
“You could have just--" Leo starts, but leaves it unfinished. “If you’d done something so that I’d know--"
“So that you’d know?” He’s spitting, almost hissing. He couldn’t have been more fucking obvious. “I followed you practically everywhere, I helped whenever you’d let me, hyung, I named a pillow after you--"
“After Leo,” he says like the idol persona isn’t even part of him, “not after me.”
And that, well, that makes Sanghyuk stop and think, because he’s never considered that before. Leo’s always been Leo to him, ever since CEO Hwang had called them into his office after final selections, sat them all down and said, Okay, what’s your name going to be?
He’d never realized that it might be important that Leo hadn’t chosen his own name, had let Hwangnim pick it for him, because it had fit him so perfectly from the furred points of his ears to the sleek length of his tail to his eyes, slanted and sharp and fierce, always.
“…I won’t be convenient, Hyuk-ah,” Leo says into the silence that’s fallen between them. “I won’t be just an easy choice because there’s no one else.”
“…Taekwoon hyung.” He tests the syllables out on his tongue, startled at how effortlessly they fall. Taekwoon’s startled too, judging by the way he goes still, dropping his tail. Sanghyuk puts his hands over his face to muffle his relieved, near-hysterical laugh. “Believe me, you don’t have to worry about being easy.”
When he drops them again he almost jumps back because Taekwoon’s crossed the room and he’s right there, gazing at Sanghyuk with those eyes. The fierceness is a little softer, Sanghyuk lets himself think. Hope.
Taekwoon wets his lips. “Can we…try this again?”
And really, there’s nothing left to do but nod. It’s a little desperate, the way Taekwoon surges forward to kiss him, a little overwhelming with his mouth and tongue and hands running all over, but then Sanghyuk can’t remember a time when he hasn’t been a little bit overwhelmed by everything that is Taekwoon. It’s easy to get carried away with him, Taekwoon’s fingers on him and in him until he’s rocking frantically back against them, “hyung, I’m ready, please.”
Taekwoon presses in more slowly now, but it’s no less overwhelming when Sanghyuk can feel him, everywhere.
---
Some time later, once Taekwoon’s got them back to chest with his nose nuzzled into the nape of Sanghyuk’s neck, Sanghyuk picks at the sheets damp with sweat, makes a face at the wetness sliding out from between his legs and ventures, “We should, um. Clean up.”
Taekwoon’s arms tighten briefly and then loosen, and Sanghyuk’s just about to pull himself up when Taekwoon’s tongue flickers out to lick rough and catlike over the knob at the top of his spine. He freezes but Taekwoon doesn’t, just keeps going, lapping across the top of his shoulder.
It’s when Taekwoon tugs him onto his back and moves to hover over him that Sanghyuk asks on a squeak, “Um. What are you doing?”
Taekwoon’s halfway down his chest and his eyes sparkling up at Sanghyuk aren’t fierce at all, now, but they might be even more alarming in their mischievousness. His tongue rasps over Sanghyuk’s nipple, making him squirm, before he replies, “Cleaning up.”
“O-oh.” And that’s all Taekwoon needs to move down, dipping into Sanghyuk’s navel before reaching even lower. He’s hypersensitive, already come once, and it makes him writhe under Taekwoon as he drags his tongue slowly, so slowly up the side of his cock. The surface is coarse like a cat’s, and on Sanghyuk’s overstimulated skin it feels almost like sandpaper in all the best kinds of ways, a pleasure so sharp it borders on pain.
Then Taekwoon dips the tip into the fold of Sanghyuk’s foreskin, working carefully around to lap up all the wetness pooled there at the head of his cock, and Sanghyuk wouldn’t have thought it possible so soon but he feels the first stirrings of arousal again. By the time Taekwoon moves back again with one last deliberate lick across his head, the skin there is barely slack at all.
But Taekwoon just keeps going, down and down to the soft skin of his balls and further. “Um,” Sanghyuk squeaks again when he feels the rough flat press against his entrance, “um!” And then he’s shuddering all over as Taekwoon pushes gently in, curling his tongue so that it rasps along Sanghyuk’s walls, licking up his own cum carefully and meticulously and so, so fucking deliberately that Sanghyuk wants to cry with how he’s going so torturously slow.
“Hyung,” he manages, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Taekwoon’s hair and try to pull him up, “hyung, hyung--“
Taekwoon goes, but not without trailing his own fingers back across everything he’s just worked over, and the velvety smoothness of his fingerpads is a contrast to his harsh tongue that has Sanghyuk bucking up into nothing at all. There’s a sharp digging into his hipbone and the snapping of a cap and Sanghyuk realizes that Taekwoon’s already got the lube, he’s flicked it open with one thumb and he’s squeezing some out into the palm of his hand. Sanghyuk panics for a moment, already feeling so oversensitive he’s not sure he can take another round - but Taekwoon says “shh, Hyuk-ah” just like he always does and he’s reaching for Sanghyuk’s hand, now, slicking up two of his fingers and guiding them between his own legs.
“Oh,” Sanghyuk says when the tips bump against the pucker of Taekwoon’s entrance. “Are you sure?”
Taekwoon huffs out a laugh and it’s only as he pushes down onto them, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes at the stretch, that Sanghyuk realizes it’s because he’s echoing Taekwoon’s own question so many times before. The thought has him pressing further in, bending and twisting his knuckles until Taekwoon’s breathing is coming in small quiet pants that puff across Sanghyuk’s other hand when he raises it to cup Taekwoon’s cheek.
Are you ready, he starts to ask, but he hasn’t even gotten the first word out when Taekwoon’s already answering for him, wrapping his still-slick hand around Sanghyuk’s cock and pumping once, twice. Then he’s sinking down warm and easy and open and Sanghyuk thinks oh and wow and Taekwoon, Taekwoon, Taekwoon.
---
He’s still thinking it later when it’s him wrapped around Taekwoon this time with Taekwoon’s head pillowed in the crook of his elbow and Taekwoon’s tiny whistling snores fanning across the skin of his arm. He buries his face further into the back of Taekwoon’s neck, breathing in and smiling to himself. He’s so, so sure.
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