[Fic] The Master's New Companion
Title: The Master's New Companion
Pairing: Kai/Suho (mentions of side Chanyeol/Tao)
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5k
Author's Note: originally written for kittyexo12 and beta'd by the lovely lattelotus
Warnings: implied prostitution, hybrid slavery
Summary: Jongin purchases Joonmyun on a whim.
The city is a busy place. Jongin finds himself swept away in the current of people scurrying down the sidewalk, pushing through to get where they’re headed without a thought for those around them. A sneer mars his handsome features when yet another citizen dares brush against his arm on their way past and he nearly barks out an insult or two.
When Chanyeol had suggested they walk to a small restaurant in a less than savory part of the city, Jongin had protested, but his best friend had been insistent and dragged Jongin out of his large, safe office with fingers digging into Jongin’s arm. He’d sulked the entire way, hiding his slightly smaller frame behind Chanyeol so his friend bore the brunt of the people jostling past them. But midway through their meal, Chanyeol received a call that had him muttering an apology and leaving Jongin on his own.
Someone of Jongin’s station is out of place this far south, his expensive clothing and haughty demeanor only working to accentuate how much he isn’t supposed to be here. He curses Chanyeol under his breath with every step, a lip curling when he skirts something distasteful smeared on the cement.
Jongin’s only vaguely knowledgeable of this area, mostly trying to retrace the steps he’d taken on his way here, but at some point, he finds himself completely lost. He pulls his phone from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and scrolls through his contacts in search of someone who can keep their mouth shut about having to come pick him up from the slums. His thumb lingers over a familiar name before he sighs and slips the phone back where it was. Jongin isn’t some child who needs taking care of; he’s the heir to one of the largest corporations in the country - an empire that stands monument in the center of the city - and calling for help is the last thing he should be doing.
Jongin teeters at an unfamiliar intersection, peering left then right before taking the right path down a narrow side street. He doesn't recognize the shop fronts - most of them advertising cheap food or lucky charms - but he feigns confidence in his choice as he rounds another corner. There's muted shouting in the distance and he follows the sound, hoping it will get him out of the dump he's found himself in.
He feels distinctly uncomfortable when people stop to gawk at his presence.
Jongin soon finds himself in a place that he only recognizes by reputation. The open area that houses several platforms serves as a makeshift auction house for the lower classes. He's heard rumors of the blackmarket trade thriving in this place because the law is too afraid to come through in large enough numbers to wipe it clean. Jongin should feel threatened, but with his family name as a shield, he only wanders in further. Curiosity has a firm grip on him now.
There are people gathered around, some that openly stare at him and others who ignore the man dressed in a pristine suit amidst the poverty. Jongin peers into barrels of fish and baskets of grain; he smirks at the fake jewelry fashioned to appear genuine and finally stops when he comes to a cluster of people around one of the far platforms. The combined smells of body odor and cigarette smoke are oppressively pungent and his stomach churns, threatening to bring up what's left of his meager lunch.
One glance upward tells Jongin that he's found the slave auctions. There's a naked boy on the rickety platform, all skin and bones with light hair that clashes with his dark feline ears and tail. He's shaking, his knees knocking together in the chill of the day as the audience appraises him and shouts out their offers. The poor thing goes for a paltry amount and Jongin almost feels sorry for the creature as he openly hiccups out a sob. A portly man pushes his way to the side to hand over the money and take hold of the boy none too gently.
Feline hybrids were created to fill a gap in the world - one that used to be inhabited by other humans, but now such things as slavery and prostitution are illegal. However, the law only applies to humans and hybrids are a way to skirt the rules and they've become quite popular.
Chanyeol has a hybrid of his own, one that he bought off a licensed breeder. Zitao is a proud specimen of his bloodline and the kind of hybrid bred to be bought and pampered by the rich and powerful. Chanyeol spoils Zitao in every way, but Jongin has also been told - in far more detail than he ever wanted - how Zitao pays him back with his body any time Chanyeol wants.
No respectable person of status would buy from a place like this. Hybrids that end up down here are usually sent to the whore houses to be used until they're broken and good for nothing more than hard labor. And that's if they're lucky.
Jongin doesn't have a care for things as trivial as the treatment of hybrids. It's the way of the world and if he wants to survive in it, he must bow to the whims of the masses. That's how his family's power was founded and that's how it will stay on top.
The scent of incense wafts through the crowd and Jongin doesn't know if it makes the stench better or worse. It's a pitiful attempt at covering it up and he steps back and away to stop the burning in his nose. He's had enough of this place.
Jongin spins on his heel and makes his way toward one of the larger streets, hoping to find a landmark that will lead him back to familiar ground. He casts one last look over his shoulder, catching sight of another hybrid being brought up for auction.
And Jongin stops in his tracks.
A knot settles in Jongin's throat, the collar of his shirt suddenly too tight. And he has to fight down the urge to loosen his tie. His interest is pulled in by pale skin and pitch hair that falls over a pair of equally dark eyes. The hybrid male is slight, but not starved as the other had been and his black ears stand tall as his tail flicks between his legs. Jongin's eyes travel down an expanse of milky skin and his mouth goes dry.
He can't help but imagine how soft he must feel, how warm. His imagination runs wild with images of this man on his knees with his pink lips slick and swollen, filthy noises torn from his throat when Jongin gets a firm grasp around the base of his tail and pulls. He wants to fit his palms around the hybrid's slender waist, wants to kiss up the length of his neck and tease him until he's begging for Jongin's cock.
There's a flurry of bidding through the crowd - all of them seemingly aware of how rare it is to be treated to such a beauty in a place like this. Jongin knows the hybrid will be destined for many years in a brothel, chained to the bedposts and given just enough food to keep him alive as customer after customer fucks him however they please.
And it angers him.
The audience quiets as the bids come slower and in smaller increments. Jongin almost wants to laugh; he carries more money in his pocket than these people are offering. Without thinking, Jongin raises his voice over the crowd and offers twice as much as the highest bid.
It was brash, impulsive, and Jongin feels the weight of what he's just done as soon as the word "SOLD!" echoes in his ears. He's never once had any interest in owning a hybrid of his own, let alone one that doesn't come with a detailed medical history and verified lineage.
Jongin could leave. He could turn on his heel and slip out unnoticed if he wanted. Jongin could turn his back on that gorgeous hybrid and let him be sacrificed to the masses, his identity erased.
With a sigh, Jongin instead pushes his way forward and to the side of the platform as he pulls his phone out to dial Sehun.
"I need a pick up," he says, eyes trained on his newest purchase as he nears. He tells Sehun where he is, ignoring the surprised protest from his friend. "Bring a blanket." Jongin pauses. "And be discreet about it," he adds before hanging up.
"We don't get many people like you down here."
Jongin peers at the man before him, the slave trader no doubt. "I wouldn't imagine so."
It's amusing to watch how red the man's face goes, mouth opening to reveal a few missing teeth before he pinches his lips together. The trader's pride is on the line, and yet losing his temper at Jongin is something he can't afford to do.
"I don't suppose you have medical records, lineage certification or training papers . . . " Jongin trails off as the hybrid is brought to him, standing over Jongin on the platform. He's even more breathtaking up close and Jongin's patting himself on the back before the transaction is even complete.
"Medical records only," the slaver grunts, producing an envelope from the satchel beside him. "Standard screening for all hybrids before they're allowed to be sold."
Jongin's eyes catch on the bruises wrapped around the hybrid's wrists from where he'd obviously been shackled.
"That will have to do." Jongin takes the offered envelope and hands over the money. "Do you have a name?" Jongin asks the hybrid directly.
"Joonmyun," he answers in a small voice, flinching back the slightest as Jongin offers a hand to help him down.
As soon as Joonmyun is on the ground at his side, Jongin slides off his suit jacket and drapes it over Joonmyun's shoulders to shield him from the cold and the prying stares of those around them. "Let's get you home, Joonmyun."
"Wait, your bill of sale!" the trader calls after Jongin's already begun leading Joonmyun away, an arm wrapped possessively around the feline's waist.
"Keep it," Jongin answers. "If anything happens, I know where to find you." It’s an open-ended threat and one he knows the trader will take to heart.
Jongin can feel Joonmyun trembling even through the fabric of his jacket and he pulls him closer. "You'll be home soon." The stiffness in Joonmyun’s posture relaxes and his trembling is less noticeable when he leans a bit more against Jongin’s side.
Jongin leaves Joonmyun in Sehun's capable hands, instructing his personal attendant to take Joonmyun straight home. Sehun rolls his eyes when Jongin tells him to get Joonmyun into a bath, clothe him and feed him. "Shall I chain him to your bed as well?" Sehun snaps and if he'd been anyone else, Jongin would have fired him on the spot and had him blacklisted.
As it stands, Jongin's known Sehun most of his life and even if he only holds a position as Jongin's hired help, he's still a friend. "You should know me better," Jongin answers. "Let him stay in my room to rest and make sure no one disturbs him." Jongin doesn't have the time or the patience to entertain Sehun's notions on equality right now. He's already been away from the office far longer than his lunch break allows. He may be the heir, but that doesn't mean his father is lenient on absenteeism.
He tries not to think about the wide-eyed expression of fear on Joonmyun's face when he'd left him in the back seat of the car, a fluffy cream comforter wrapped tight around him to keep him warm and covered. Jongin knows that Sehun will treat Joonmyun kindly and he has nothing to worry about.
The files on his desk, well . . . those are another story entirely. Jongin hates this part of the job. Put him in a board room full of investors or a planning committee and he can have them all eating out of the palm of his hand in no time. Give him paperwork and Jongin's eyes glaze over, his mind wandering to more challenging things.
And right now there's nothing more alluring than knowing there is a gorgeous feline hybrid waiting at home for him. A shiver rushes down his spine as he thinks about spreading Joonmyun's thighs, and fitting himself between them as Joonmyun cries out his name.
Jongin leans back in his chair, trying to ignore the fact that he’s worked himself up enough to be half-hard inside his slacks. At this rate he won’t finish until late into the evening and he’s not keen on leaving Joonmyun unattended that long.
With newfound determination, Jongin diligently sets himself to the task at hand. He has his secretary bring him a piping hot cup of black coffee that he downs with a grimace to keep himself awake and his brain from shutting down. His father has told him, on more than one occasion, that a respectable man is good at all things. It’s a not so thinly veiled barb at the way Jongin excels in personal relations while barely scraping by with the smaller, more menial tasks that are necessary to keep a company afloat.
It’s nearing the end of the day when the door to Jongin’s office is opened, Chanyeol waltzing through and kicking it closed behind him. Jongin glares at his friend over the top of his computer monitor. He’s still upset with him for leaving Jongin in that dingy place without explanation.
“Sorry about earlier,” Chanyeol apologizes as he gracelessly falls into the padded chair in front of Jongin’s desk. “Tao bit one of the servants and I had to go intervene.”
Jongin snorts with a roll of his eyes. “You should really tame that one,” he advises.
“Are you kidding?” Chanyeol scoffs. “That’s the part I love best about him.” Chanyeol gives a brief pause before smiling. “Well, aside from his thighs and his perfectly sculpted ass,” he adds, probably just to see the disgusted shudder that runs down Jongin’s spine. “Anyway, since lunch was interrupted, how about I make it up to you with dinner?”
“I’m busy,” Jongin responds automatically.
Chanyeol eyes Jongin skeptically, leaning forward in the chair. “You do know your secretary sends me a copy of your schedule, right? You’re not busy.”
“I didn’t say it was business,” Jongin answers, ignoring the way Chanyeol sits back with a questioning look on his face.
“Are you at least going to tell me?” Chanyeol asks a minute later, the curiosity finally getting the better of him.
Jongin looks up at his oldest friend with a smirk. “No.”
Jongin's patience has unraveled, his footsteps hurried as he walks through the doorway and into his home. He's greeted with silence, much like every other day, except today he knows there's someone waiting for him. His shoes come off by the door, the jacket of his suit slung over his arm as he pads barefoot down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom.
The door is closed, with all the lights off and Jongin peers inside before walking in. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when they do, he sees the lump curled up on the floor at the foot of his bed. The hybrid is asleep, tail coiled around his waist and ears twitching.
Jongin is silent as he approaches, leaving his jacket discarded by the closet before crouching by Joonmyun and sweeping the fallen strands of dark hair off his handsome face. There's a frown on his pink lips and Jongin's mouth turns down to match. Carefully, he caresses Joonmyun's ears in curiosity, letting his nails scratch around the base. His fur isn’t as coarse as Jongin expected and it runs over his fingertips like silk.
Joonmyun smells like Jongin's bodywash and is dressed in one of Jongin's blue shirts that fits too large around his small frame. He can't stop touching; Jongin runs the back of his other hand over Joonmyun's cheek, across his jaw and down his neck. Joonmyun shifts in his sleep, his eyes blinking open slowly and falling on Jongin.
"M-Master," Joonmyun stammers, sitting up and out of Jongin's reach with a jolt. His back is against the bed frame and he's clearly startled, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy as his ears flatten against the top of his head. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to fall asleep."
Jongin steadfastly ignores the curl of arousal that simmers in his gut at the word master and focuses on calming his frightened cat. "Joonmyun," he begins softly, "you are allowed to sleep. But I'd much rather you do it in the bed."
Joonmyun's left ear perks up, the other following a moment later and his head tilts. The tight wind of his tail loosens from around his waist and slides to lay on the floor beside him. Jongin watches as the tip flicks against the cream carpet.
"I thought -" Joonmyun swallows, looking up from his lap and at Jongin before his eyes dart to the floor. "I thought this was your bed, Master."
"It is," Jongin answers. "And now it's ours."
Joonmyun sits up straight, his mouth open as he regards Jongin with pleasant surprise. "Can I get on it?"
Jongin is chuckling when he nods, watching as Joonmyun scrambles from the floor and onto the bed, his knee catching on the hem of his shirt so he faceplants on the mattress with a small, distressed noise. Jongin is surprised, and completely distracted, when he gets a full view of Joonmyun’s naked body under the shirt, his butt high in the air and tail waving between his legs as he rights himself on the plum colored comforter.
Jongin’s mouth is dry and his body is tense, his skin suddenly too hot under his clothes. Joonmyun is oblivious to the show he’s putting on, on his knees with his tail lifting the shirt high enough to see his bare cheeks as he circles on the blanket in wonder.
There’s only so much a man can take.
Joonmyun doesn’t notice Jongin advancing until Jongin has him flat on his back, elbows on either side of his head and Jongin settled between his legs. Jongin feels the body heat coming off Joonmyun in waves and all he wants to do is rip the shirt off him and take him until the sun rises, but Joonmyun is tense and not breathing from the sudden assault.
“Joonmyun,” Jongin rumbles, leaning in enough to sweep their lips together. He hears Joonmyun’s gasp as he relaxes, going pliant under Jongin’s weight. “You are so beautiful.”
Jongin takes his time to skim his mouth over Joonmyun’s cheek, running under his ear and down his neck where he places a soft kiss on Joonmyun’s Adam’s apple. The shudder that runs through Joonmyun has the cat whimpering, one of his legs moving to curl around Jongin’s calf.
“Master,” Joonmyun purrs, letting his head fall to the side as Jongin trails kisses back up to his mouth. There’s a rumbling in Joonmyun’s chest that grows with each press of lips to his skin. Jongin hesitates over Joonmyun’s mouth and then pulls away, lifting to his knees so he can regain a little control over his senses. There’s a pink flush on Joonmyun’s cheeks and his eyes are bright, fixated on Jongin’s face.
As much as Jongin would simply love to indulge himself in the warmth of Joonmyun’s body, he’s not one to take without being wanted in return. Jongin’s been so hyped up, so enthralled at the idea of having Joonmyun as his own since he first set eyes on him this morning that he’d nearly forgotten to think of Joonmyun as a person. A pair of ears and a tail don’t equate to the loss of identity.
Joonmyun reaches for Jongin, his thin fingers bunching in the fabric of his shirt to help pull him off the mattress until he’s sitting. His forehead is wrinkled with worry and he’s hesitant as he peers up at Jongin. “Is it -” He cuts off, tail hitting against the bed with a thunk. “Do I displease you, Master?”
“No,” Jongin is quick to answer with a shake of his head. “No,” he repeats, softer this time. “But I’m not going to take anything from you that you don’t want to give.”
Joonmyun’s head tilts to the side, his pink lips in an o and his hand dropping to the shirt that rests high on his thighs. Jongin wishes he hadn’t looked because Joonmyun’s thighs look delectable, and he can only imagine how amazing they’d look with marks all over them made by Jongin's mouth.
“You don’t want me?” Joonmyun asks, the pitch in his voice raising.
“I want you very much, Joonmyun.”
“Master -”
“Jongin,” he finds himself correcting. “When we are alone, call me Jongin.”
Joonmyun’s tail sways languidly, but it doesn’t draw the attention from the bright smile on Joonmyun’s face. “Jongin.” The name rolls off Joonmyun’s tongue decadently and Jongin nearly lets out an audible groan. “You took me from that horrid place,” Joonmyun begins in a soft, timid voice. “You saved me. You are a kind, handsome Master and I -” Joonmyun is blushing again, eyes directed at Jongin’s chest instead of his face. “I would very much like for you to have me.”
Jongin is still processing Joonmyun’s words when the cat pushes him onto his butt so he can crawl in Jongin’s lap. His face is so tantalizingly close, his mouth inviting and Jongin leans in to press their lips together. Joonmyun wiggles, bringing himself closer with a contented sigh that Jongin swallows as he licks through parted lips.
Cautiously, Jongin rests his hands on the sides of Joonmyun’s thighs, the bare skin smooth under his fingertips as he glides up to the hem of his shirt to tease. There’s a hitch in Joonmyun’s breath and Jongin kisses him deeper when he slips his hands under the cloth. His thumbs brush over sharp hip bones and Jongin uses his hold to pull Joonmyun even closer to him.
The vibrations of Joonmyun’s rekindled purring run through Jongin’s chest and settle in his groin and all he can think about is spreading Joonmyun out for him to have his fill.
So that’s what he does.
Jongin hefts Joonmyun’s slight frame off his lap and lays him on the bed, one hand pushing his shirt up as he dips to fit his lips around Joonmyun’s nipple. The cat moans, grabbing at Jongin’s hair as he writhes in response to the sensation of Jongin’s tongue circling before he bites down gently. From there he forges a path downward, sucking patches of skin into his mouth until it blossoms red as Joonmyun squirms under him.
The demanding throb of arousal between Jongin’s legs is ignored, dark eyes flashing up to watch the way Joonmyun’s face contorts in pleasure as Jongin takes the head of his cock into his mouth. Joonmyun’s mouth goes slack, his eyes tightly closed and Jongin sinks down further to see what noises he can pull from those pretty, kiss swollen lips.
Jongin pulls away, earning himself a noise of surprise, but he’s only gone long enough to grab the lube from his bedside table. He admires his handiwork as he settles between Joonmyun’s open thighs once more. Joonmyun gives out a soft mewl when Jongin fits his lips around Joonmyun’s cock again, his slender hips rocking tentatively.
Wetting two of his fingers, Jongin focuses on the suction around Joonmyun’s cock when he spreads Joonmyun’s cheeks. Joonmyun lets out a weak sob when Jongin circles his rim, spreading the lube before he slips a single finger inside. The purring ebbs for only a few moments before growing loud again and it encourages Jongin to continue.
Jongin releases Joonmyun’s cock in favor of watching the rise and fall of his chest as he pants, the way he scrapes teeth over his lower lip when Jongin curls his finger, and the desperate way his hands claw at the comforter for something to hold on to. Carefully, Jongin slides his finger out and pushes back in with two.
Joonmyun’s spine arches off the mattress a little, his head tipping back as he accepts the stretch without complaint. His tail brushes against Jongin’s arm, reminding Jongin that he’s still fully dressed and he’s sweating under his clothes, cock straining against the front of his slacks.
“Jongin,” Joonmyun calls, his voice cracking on the syllables. “Jongin, please.”
Jongin looks down at where Joonmyun is rocking down on his fingers, his cock curved up to his stomach and smearing precome over his skin with every anguished movement. The taste of Joonmyun still sits heavy on his tongue and Jongin rises to kiss Joonmyun as he continues to work him open. Joonmyun’s hands fly to Jongin’s shirt, his shaky fingers quickly undoing the buttons before he tries to slide it down Jongin’s broad shoulders. His palms are hot as they brush over Jongin’s skin and it sends a shiver all the way to Jongin’s toes.
With a groan of frustration, Joonmyun abandons the shirt and goes for Jongin’s pants, fitting his hand inside once they’re undone to cup Jongin’s cock through his briefs. One squeeze around his dick has Jongin sitting up and nearly tearing his own clothes off, discarding them on the floor; but he leaves his borrowed shirt on Joonmyun.
Joonmyun’s ears are flattened to his head, nearly invisible against his hair except when they twitch in interest as he watches Jongin slicking his cock with lube. The pressure feels amazing after being untouched for so long and he jerks into his fist until he’s well coated. The tight leash on his self restraint is pulled so taut it nearly snaps when Joonmyun lets his legs fall apart, his eyes dark and bottom lip secure in his teeth.
Jongin pushes the head of his cock against Joonmyun’s rim, putting pressure on his hole until Joonmyun lets out a quiet whimper. He doesn’t want to hurt Joonmyun, but it’s hard to hold back when Joonmyun is grabbing at Jongin’s thighs for more. Jongin sheaths his cock inside him slowly despite Joonmyun’s desperate efforts to hurry him up.
Joonmyun clamps down around Jongin’s cock and it feels amazing. He’s so tight and hot and slick and Jongin rocks his hips just to feel Joonmyun pulse around him. Joonmyun reaches for him and Jongin lets Joonmyun tug him down, lets Joonmyun push his nose under Jongin’s jaw to mouth at his neck.
Joonmyun makes the most beautiful noises when Jongin pulls out and thrusts back in, his legs coming up to circle Jongin’s waist. His thighs squeeze with every push in and Jongin tries not to think about how quickly the heat is pooling in his gut because he wants this to last. Jongin wants to draw it out, to see how long it takes for Joonmyun to sob in pleasure, to scream his name until he’s hoarse.
Jongin wants this to go on for hours, but he’s too wound up. He’s been anticipating this all day and now that Joonmyun is wrapped around him, his body so open and pliant and willing underneath him, it’s almost too much. Joonmyun keeps clenching around him, raising his hips into every thrust and clawing at Jongin’s back. Involuntarily, Jongin goes faster, giving in to the pleas for more that spill from Joonmyun’s lips as they brush against the shell of his ear.
The only thing Jongin can hear is Joonmyun’s voice and the dull rumble of his purring vibrating through his chest. Joonmyun’s tail teases up Jongin’s thigh and his side before draping around Jongin’s back to settle.
“Master,” Joonmyun whimpers, his entire body tensing. It’s enough to have Jongin speeding up, fucking into him harder and faster.
Every nerve is on fire, the sensations racing through his veins anxiously seeking relief. Jongin’s hips stutter, rhythm thrown off completely. He reaches between them, fingers wrapping around Joonmyun’s cock to stroke. Joonmyun chants Jongin’s name, tightening his hold on Jongin until he goes still. Come spills over Jongin’s fingers, lands high on Joonmyun’s chest and down his stomach with each pump of Jongin’s fist.
Jongin focuses on milking Joonmyun until he’s spent before chasing his own end. He grabs Joonmyun’s hips and grinds desperately into him, moaning loud when Joonmyun clenches around his cock purposely. It doesn’t take much for Jongin to come, his cock buried in Joonmyun’s ass and hips rocking with every pulse that violently wracks through him.
Jongin smiles when he feels Joonmyun’s hands smoothing over his back, when Joonmyun leaves kisses across his shoulder and keeps his arms around Jongin’s waist. They stay like that until their breathing slows down to normal and Jongin finds the energy to move out of Joonmyun’s hold. He’s careful when withdrawing his softening cock from Joonmyun’s body ... after taking a minute to admire how pretty his hole looks stretched around him.
They shower in lieu of toweling off and Jongin discovers the dangers of attempting to get Joonmyun’s ears wet. The scratch on his hand is more than worth it when Joonmyun apologizes by bending over the kitchen counter later that evening during their late dinner. Jongin makes a mental note to ravish Joonmyun there again because the acoustics in the kitchen are amazing.
By the time Jongin is slipping into bed for the night, Joonmyun wriggling in beside him and nuzzling into his chest, Jongin has already concluded that Joonmyun is the best purchase he’s ever made.
Jongin has a collar made for Joonmyun a few days later. It’s solid black leather with nothing save Jongin’s family crest imprinted on the front. It’s perfect because Joonmyun is so beautiful he doesn’t need gaudy embellishments or decoration.
Joonmyun loves it.
Or at least that’s what Jongin likes to think when Joonmyun sinks to his knees right after Jongin buckles it around his neck to wrap his pretty lips around his cock.
Pairing: Kai/Suho (mentions of side Chanyeol/Tao)
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5k
Author's Note: originally written for kittyexo12 and beta'd by the lovely lattelotus
Warnings: implied prostitution, hybrid slavery
Summary: Jongin purchases Joonmyun on a whim.
The city is a busy place. Jongin finds himself swept away in the current of people scurrying down the sidewalk, pushing through to get where they’re headed without a thought for those around them. A sneer mars his handsome features when yet another citizen dares brush against his arm on their way past and he nearly barks out an insult or two.
When Chanyeol had suggested they walk to a small restaurant in a less than savory part of the city, Jongin had protested, but his best friend had been insistent and dragged Jongin out of his large, safe office with fingers digging into Jongin’s arm. He’d sulked the entire way, hiding his slightly smaller frame behind Chanyeol so his friend bore the brunt of the people jostling past them. But midway through their meal, Chanyeol received a call that had him muttering an apology and leaving Jongin on his own.
Someone of Jongin’s station is out of place this far south, his expensive clothing and haughty demeanor only working to accentuate how much he isn’t supposed to be here. He curses Chanyeol under his breath with every step, a lip curling when he skirts something distasteful smeared on the cement.
Jongin’s only vaguely knowledgeable of this area, mostly trying to retrace the steps he’d taken on his way here, but at some point, he finds himself completely lost. He pulls his phone from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and scrolls through his contacts in search of someone who can keep their mouth shut about having to come pick him up from the slums. His thumb lingers over a familiar name before he sighs and slips the phone back where it was. Jongin isn’t some child who needs taking care of; he’s the heir to one of the largest corporations in the country - an empire that stands monument in the center of the city - and calling for help is the last thing he should be doing.
Jongin teeters at an unfamiliar intersection, peering left then right before taking the right path down a narrow side street. He doesn't recognize the shop fronts - most of them advertising cheap food or lucky charms - but he feigns confidence in his choice as he rounds another corner. There's muted shouting in the distance and he follows the sound, hoping it will get him out of the dump he's found himself in.
He feels distinctly uncomfortable when people stop to gawk at his presence.
Jongin soon finds himself in a place that he only recognizes by reputation. The open area that houses several platforms serves as a makeshift auction house for the lower classes. He's heard rumors of the blackmarket trade thriving in this place because the law is too afraid to come through in large enough numbers to wipe it clean. Jongin should feel threatened, but with his family name as a shield, he only wanders in further. Curiosity has a firm grip on him now.
There are people gathered around, some that openly stare at him and others who ignore the man dressed in a pristine suit amidst the poverty. Jongin peers into barrels of fish and baskets of grain; he smirks at the fake jewelry fashioned to appear genuine and finally stops when he comes to a cluster of people around one of the far platforms. The combined smells of body odor and cigarette smoke are oppressively pungent and his stomach churns, threatening to bring up what's left of his meager lunch.
One glance upward tells Jongin that he's found the slave auctions. There's a naked boy on the rickety platform, all skin and bones with light hair that clashes with his dark feline ears and tail. He's shaking, his knees knocking together in the chill of the day as the audience appraises him and shouts out their offers. The poor thing goes for a paltry amount and Jongin almost feels sorry for the creature as he openly hiccups out a sob. A portly man pushes his way to the side to hand over the money and take hold of the boy none too gently.
Feline hybrids were created to fill a gap in the world - one that used to be inhabited by other humans, but now such things as slavery and prostitution are illegal. However, the law only applies to humans and hybrids are a way to skirt the rules and they've become quite popular.
Chanyeol has a hybrid of his own, one that he bought off a licensed breeder. Zitao is a proud specimen of his bloodline and the kind of hybrid bred to be bought and pampered by the rich and powerful. Chanyeol spoils Zitao in every way, but Jongin has also been told - in far more detail than he ever wanted - how Zitao pays him back with his body any time Chanyeol wants.
No respectable person of status would buy from a place like this. Hybrids that end up down here are usually sent to the whore houses to be used until they're broken and good for nothing more than hard labor. And that's if they're lucky.
Jongin doesn't have a care for things as trivial as the treatment of hybrids. It's the way of the world and if he wants to survive in it, he must bow to the whims of the masses. That's how his family's power was founded and that's how it will stay on top.
The scent of incense wafts through the crowd and Jongin doesn't know if it makes the stench better or worse. It's a pitiful attempt at covering it up and he steps back and away to stop the burning in his nose. He's had enough of this place.
Jongin spins on his heel and makes his way toward one of the larger streets, hoping to find a landmark that will lead him back to familiar ground. He casts one last look over his shoulder, catching sight of another hybrid being brought up for auction.
And Jongin stops in his tracks.
A knot settles in Jongin's throat, the collar of his shirt suddenly too tight. And he has to fight down the urge to loosen his tie. His interest is pulled in by pale skin and pitch hair that falls over a pair of equally dark eyes. The hybrid male is slight, but not starved as the other had been and his black ears stand tall as his tail flicks between his legs. Jongin's eyes travel down an expanse of milky skin and his mouth goes dry.
He can't help but imagine how soft he must feel, how warm. His imagination runs wild with images of this man on his knees with his pink lips slick and swollen, filthy noises torn from his throat when Jongin gets a firm grasp around the base of his tail and pulls. He wants to fit his palms around the hybrid's slender waist, wants to kiss up the length of his neck and tease him until he's begging for Jongin's cock.
There's a flurry of bidding through the crowd - all of them seemingly aware of how rare it is to be treated to such a beauty in a place like this. Jongin knows the hybrid will be destined for many years in a brothel, chained to the bedposts and given just enough food to keep him alive as customer after customer fucks him however they please.
And it angers him.
The audience quiets as the bids come slower and in smaller increments. Jongin almost wants to laugh; he carries more money in his pocket than these people are offering. Without thinking, Jongin raises his voice over the crowd and offers twice as much as the highest bid.
It was brash, impulsive, and Jongin feels the weight of what he's just done as soon as the word "SOLD!" echoes in his ears. He's never once had any interest in owning a hybrid of his own, let alone one that doesn't come with a detailed medical history and verified lineage.
Jongin could leave. He could turn on his heel and slip out unnoticed if he wanted. Jongin could turn his back on that gorgeous hybrid and let him be sacrificed to the masses, his identity erased.
With a sigh, Jongin instead pushes his way forward and to the side of the platform as he pulls his phone out to dial Sehun.
"I need a pick up," he says, eyes trained on his newest purchase as he nears. He tells Sehun where he is, ignoring the surprised protest from his friend. "Bring a blanket." Jongin pauses. "And be discreet about it," he adds before hanging up.
"We don't get many people like you down here."
Jongin peers at the man before him, the slave trader no doubt. "I wouldn't imagine so."
It's amusing to watch how red the man's face goes, mouth opening to reveal a few missing teeth before he pinches his lips together. The trader's pride is on the line, and yet losing his temper at Jongin is something he can't afford to do.
"I don't suppose you have medical records, lineage certification or training papers . . . " Jongin trails off as the hybrid is brought to him, standing over Jongin on the platform. He's even more breathtaking up close and Jongin's patting himself on the back before the transaction is even complete.
"Medical records only," the slaver grunts, producing an envelope from the satchel beside him. "Standard screening for all hybrids before they're allowed to be sold."
Jongin's eyes catch on the bruises wrapped around the hybrid's wrists from where he'd obviously been shackled.
"That will have to do." Jongin takes the offered envelope and hands over the money. "Do you have a name?" Jongin asks the hybrid directly.
"Joonmyun," he answers in a small voice, flinching back the slightest as Jongin offers a hand to help him down.
As soon as Joonmyun is on the ground at his side, Jongin slides off his suit jacket and drapes it over Joonmyun's shoulders to shield him from the cold and the prying stares of those around them. "Let's get you home, Joonmyun."
"Wait, your bill of sale!" the trader calls after Jongin's already begun leading Joonmyun away, an arm wrapped possessively around the feline's waist.
"Keep it," Jongin answers. "If anything happens, I know where to find you." It’s an open-ended threat and one he knows the trader will take to heart.
Jongin can feel Joonmyun trembling even through the fabric of his jacket and he pulls him closer. "You'll be home soon." The stiffness in Joonmyun’s posture relaxes and his trembling is less noticeable when he leans a bit more against Jongin’s side.
Jongin leaves Joonmyun in Sehun's capable hands, instructing his personal attendant to take Joonmyun straight home. Sehun rolls his eyes when Jongin tells him to get Joonmyun into a bath, clothe him and feed him. "Shall I chain him to your bed as well?" Sehun snaps and if he'd been anyone else, Jongin would have fired him on the spot and had him blacklisted.
As it stands, Jongin's known Sehun most of his life and even if he only holds a position as Jongin's hired help, he's still a friend. "You should know me better," Jongin answers. "Let him stay in my room to rest and make sure no one disturbs him." Jongin doesn't have the time or the patience to entertain Sehun's notions on equality right now. He's already been away from the office far longer than his lunch break allows. He may be the heir, but that doesn't mean his father is lenient on absenteeism.
He tries not to think about the wide-eyed expression of fear on Joonmyun's face when he'd left him in the back seat of the car, a fluffy cream comforter wrapped tight around him to keep him warm and covered. Jongin knows that Sehun will treat Joonmyun kindly and he has nothing to worry about.
The files on his desk, well . . . those are another story entirely. Jongin hates this part of the job. Put him in a board room full of investors or a planning committee and he can have them all eating out of the palm of his hand in no time. Give him paperwork and Jongin's eyes glaze over, his mind wandering to more challenging things.
And right now there's nothing more alluring than knowing there is a gorgeous feline hybrid waiting at home for him. A shiver rushes down his spine as he thinks about spreading Joonmyun's thighs, and fitting himself between them as Joonmyun cries out his name.
Jongin leans back in his chair, trying to ignore the fact that he’s worked himself up enough to be half-hard inside his slacks. At this rate he won’t finish until late into the evening and he’s not keen on leaving Joonmyun unattended that long.
With newfound determination, Jongin diligently sets himself to the task at hand. He has his secretary bring him a piping hot cup of black coffee that he downs with a grimace to keep himself awake and his brain from shutting down. His father has told him, on more than one occasion, that a respectable man is good at all things. It’s a not so thinly veiled barb at the way Jongin excels in personal relations while barely scraping by with the smaller, more menial tasks that are necessary to keep a company afloat.
It’s nearing the end of the day when the door to Jongin’s office is opened, Chanyeol waltzing through and kicking it closed behind him. Jongin glares at his friend over the top of his computer monitor. He’s still upset with him for leaving Jongin in that dingy place without explanation.
“Sorry about earlier,” Chanyeol apologizes as he gracelessly falls into the padded chair in front of Jongin’s desk. “Tao bit one of the servants and I had to go intervene.”
Jongin snorts with a roll of his eyes. “You should really tame that one,” he advises.
“Are you kidding?” Chanyeol scoffs. “That’s the part I love best about him.” Chanyeol gives a brief pause before smiling. “Well, aside from his thighs and his perfectly sculpted ass,” he adds, probably just to see the disgusted shudder that runs down Jongin’s spine. “Anyway, since lunch was interrupted, how about I make it up to you with dinner?”
“I’m busy,” Jongin responds automatically.
Chanyeol eyes Jongin skeptically, leaning forward in the chair. “You do know your secretary sends me a copy of your schedule, right? You’re not busy.”
“I didn’t say it was business,” Jongin answers, ignoring the way Chanyeol sits back with a questioning look on his face.
“Are you at least going to tell me?” Chanyeol asks a minute later, the curiosity finally getting the better of him.
Jongin looks up at his oldest friend with a smirk. “No.”
Jongin's patience has unraveled, his footsteps hurried as he walks through the doorway and into his home. He's greeted with silence, much like every other day, except today he knows there's someone waiting for him. His shoes come off by the door, the jacket of his suit slung over his arm as he pads barefoot down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom.
The door is closed, with all the lights off and Jongin peers inside before walking in. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when they do, he sees the lump curled up on the floor at the foot of his bed. The hybrid is asleep, tail coiled around his waist and ears twitching.
Jongin is silent as he approaches, leaving his jacket discarded by the closet before crouching by Joonmyun and sweeping the fallen strands of dark hair off his handsome face. There's a frown on his pink lips and Jongin's mouth turns down to match. Carefully, he caresses Joonmyun's ears in curiosity, letting his nails scratch around the base. His fur isn’t as coarse as Jongin expected and it runs over his fingertips like silk.
Joonmyun smells like Jongin's bodywash and is dressed in one of Jongin's blue shirts that fits too large around his small frame. He can't stop touching; Jongin runs the back of his other hand over Joonmyun's cheek, across his jaw and down his neck. Joonmyun shifts in his sleep, his eyes blinking open slowly and falling on Jongin.
"M-Master," Joonmyun stammers, sitting up and out of Jongin's reach with a jolt. His back is against the bed frame and he's clearly startled, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy as his ears flatten against the top of his head. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to fall asleep."
Jongin steadfastly ignores the curl of arousal that simmers in his gut at the word master and focuses on calming his frightened cat. "Joonmyun," he begins softly, "you are allowed to sleep. But I'd much rather you do it in the bed."
Joonmyun's left ear perks up, the other following a moment later and his head tilts. The tight wind of his tail loosens from around his waist and slides to lay on the floor beside him. Jongin watches as the tip flicks against the cream carpet.
"I thought -" Joonmyun swallows, looking up from his lap and at Jongin before his eyes dart to the floor. "I thought this was your bed, Master."
"It is," Jongin answers. "And now it's ours."
Joonmyun sits up straight, his mouth open as he regards Jongin with pleasant surprise. "Can I get on it?"
Jongin is chuckling when he nods, watching as Joonmyun scrambles from the floor and onto the bed, his knee catching on the hem of his shirt so he faceplants on the mattress with a small, distressed noise. Jongin is surprised, and completely distracted, when he gets a full view of Joonmyun’s naked body under the shirt, his butt high in the air and tail waving between his legs as he rights himself on the plum colored comforter.
Jongin’s mouth is dry and his body is tense, his skin suddenly too hot under his clothes. Joonmyun is oblivious to the show he’s putting on, on his knees with his tail lifting the shirt high enough to see his bare cheeks as he circles on the blanket in wonder.
There’s only so much a man can take.
Joonmyun doesn’t notice Jongin advancing until Jongin has him flat on his back, elbows on either side of his head and Jongin settled between his legs. Jongin feels the body heat coming off Joonmyun in waves and all he wants to do is rip the shirt off him and take him until the sun rises, but Joonmyun is tense and not breathing from the sudden assault.
“Joonmyun,” Jongin rumbles, leaning in enough to sweep their lips together. He hears Joonmyun’s gasp as he relaxes, going pliant under Jongin’s weight. “You are so beautiful.”
Jongin takes his time to skim his mouth over Joonmyun’s cheek, running under his ear and down his neck where he places a soft kiss on Joonmyun’s Adam’s apple. The shudder that runs through Joonmyun has the cat whimpering, one of his legs moving to curl around Jongin’s calf.
“Master,” Joonmyun purrs, letting his head fall to the side as Jongin trails kisses back up to his mouth. There’s a rumbling in Joonmyun’s chest that grows with each press of lips to his skin. Jongin hesitates over Joonmyun’s mouth and then pulls away, lifting to his knees so he can regain a little control over his senses. There’s a pink flush on Joonmyun’s cheeks and his eyes are bright, fixated on Jongin’s face.
As much as Jongin would simply love to indulge himself in the warmth of Joonmyun’s body, he’s not one to take without being wanted in return. Jongin’s been so hyped up, so enthralled at the idea of having Joonmyun as his own since he first set eyes on him this morning that he’d nearly forgotten to think of Joonmyun as a person. A pair of ears and a tail don’t equate to the loss of identity.
Joonmyun reaches for Jongin, his thin fingers bunching in the fabric of his shirt to help pull him off the mattress until he’s sitting. His forehead is wrinkled with worry and he’s hesitant as he peers up at Jongin. “Is it -” He cuts off, tail hitting against the bed with a thunk. “Do I displease you, Master?”
“No,” Jongin is quick to answer with a shake of his head. “No,” he repeats, softer this time. “But I’m not going to take anything from you that you don’t want to give.”
Joonmyun’s head tilts to the side, his pink lips in an o and his hand dropping to the shirt that rests high on his thighs. Jongin wishes he hadn’t looked because Joonmyun’s thighs look delectable, and he can only imagine how amazing they’d look with marks all over them made by Jongin's mouth.
“You don’t want me?” Joonmyun asks, the pitch in his voice raising.
“I want you very much, Joonmyun.”
“Master -”
“Jongin,” he finds himself correcting. “When we are alone, call me Jongin.”
Joonmyun’s tail sways languidly, but it doesn’t draw the attention from the bright smile on Joonmyun’s face. “Jongin.” The name rolls off Joonmyun’s tongue decadently and Jongin nearly lets out an audible groan. “You took me from that horrid place,” Joonmyun begins in a soft, timid voice. “You saved me. You are a kind, handsome Master and I -” Joonmyun is blushing again, eyes directed at Jongin’s chest instead of his face. “I would very much like for you to have me.”
Jongin is still processing Joonmyun’s words when the cat pushes him onto his butt so he can crawl in Jongin’s lap. His face is so tantalizingly close, his mouth inviting and Jongin leans in to press their lips together. Joonmyun wiggles, bringing himself closer with a contented sigh that Jongin swallows as he licks through parted lips.
Cautiously, Jongin rests his hands on the sides of Joonmyun’s thighs, the bare skin smooth under his fingertips as he glides up to the hem of his shirt to tease. There’s a hitch in Joonmyun’s breath and Jongin kisses him deeper when he slips his hands under the cloth. His thumbs brush over sharp hip bones and Jongin uses his hold to pull Joonmyun even closer to him.
The vibrations of Joonmyun’s rekindled purring run through Jongin’s chest and settle in his groin and all he can think about is spreading Joonmyun out for him to have his fill.
So that’s what he does.
Jongin hefts Joonmyun’s slight frame off his lap and lays him on the bed, one hand pushing his shirt up as he dips to fit his lips around Joonmyun’s nipple. The cat moans, grabbing at Jongin’s hair as he writhes in response to the sensation of Jongin’s tongue circling before he bites down gently. From there he forges a path downward, sucking patches of skin into his mouth until it blossoms red as Joonmyun squirms under him.
The demanding throb of arousal between Jongin’s legs is ignored, dark eyes flashing up to watch the way Joonmyun’s face contorts in pleasure as Jongin takes the head of his cock into his mouth. Joonmyun’s mouth goes slack, his eyes tightly closed and Jongin sinks down further to see what noises he can pull from those pretty, kiss swollen lips.
Jongin pulls away, earning himself a noise of surprise, but he’s only gone long enough to grab the lube from his bedside table. He admires his handiwork as he settles between Joonmyun’s open thighs once more. Joonmyun gives out a soft mewl when Jongin fits his lips around Joonmyun’s cock again, his slender hips rocking tentatively.
Wetting two of his fingers, Jongin focuses on the suction around Joonmyun’s cock when he spreads Joonmyun’s cheeks. Joonmyun lets out a weak sob when Jongin circles his rim, spreading the lube before he slips a single finger inside. The purring ebbs for only a few moments before growing loud again and it encourages Jongin to continue.
Jongin releases Joonmyun’s cock in favor of watching the rise and fall of his chest as he pants, the way he scrapes teeth over his lower lip when Jongin curls his finger, and the desperate way his hands claw at the comforter for something to hold on to. Carefully, Jongin slides his finger out and pushes back in with two.
Joonmyun’s spine arches off the mattress a little, his head tipping back as he accepts the stretch without complaint. His tail brushes against Jongin’s arm, reminding Jongin that he’s still fully dressed and he’s sweating under his clothes, cock straining against the front of his slacks.
“Jongin,” Joonmyun calls, his voice cracking on the syllables. “Jongin, please.”
Jongin looks down at where Joonmyun is rocking down on his fingers, his cock curved up to his stomach and smearing precome over his skin with every anguished movement. The taste of Joonmyun still sits heavy on his tongue and Jongin rises to kiss Joonmyun as he continues to work him open. Joonmyun’s hands fly to Jongin’s shirt, his shaky fingers quickly undoing the buttons before he tries to slide it down Jongin’s broad shoulders. His palms are hot as they brush over Jongin’s skin and it sends a shiver all the way to Jongin’s toes.
With a groan of frustration, Joonmyun abandons the shirt and goes for Jongin’s pants, fitting his hand inside once they’re undone to cup Jongin’s cock through his briefs. One squeeze around his dick has Jongin sitting up and nearly tearing his own clothes off, discarding them on the floor; but he leaves his borrowed shirt on Joonmyun.
Joonmyun’s ears are flattened to his head, nearly invisible against his hair except when they twitch in interest as he watches Jongin slicking his cock with lube. The pressure feels amazing after being untouched for so long and he jerks into his fist until he’s well coated. The tight leash on his self restraint is pulled so taut it nearly snaps when Joonmyun lets his legs fall apart, his eyes dark and bottom lip secure in his teeth.
Jongin pushes the head of his cock against Joonmyun’s rim, putting pressure on his hole until Joonmyun lets out a quiet whimper. He doesn’t want to hurt Joonmyun, but it’s hard to hold back when Joonmyun is grabbing at Jongin’s thighs for more. Jongin sheaths his cock inside him slowly despite Joonmyun’s desperate efforts to hurry him up.
Joonmyun clamps down around Jongin’s cock and it feels amazing. He’s so tight and hot and slick and Jongin rocks his hips just to feel Joonmyun pulse around him. Joonmyun reaches for him and Jongin lets Joonmyun tug him down, lets Joonmyun push his nose under Jongin’s jaw to mouth at his neck.
Joonmyun makes the most beautiful noises when Jongin pulls out and thrusts back in, his legs coming up to circle Jongin’s waist. His thighs squeeze with every push in and Jongin tries not to think about how quickly the heat is pooling in his gut because he wants this to last. Jongin wants to draw it out, to see how long it takes for Joonmyun to sob in pleasure, to scream his name until he’s hoarse.
Jongin wants this to go on for hours, but he’s too wound up. He’s been anticipating this all day and now that Joonmyun is wrapped around him, his body so open and pliant and willing underneath him, it’s almost too much. Joonmyun keeps clenching around him, raising his hips into every thrust and clawing at Jongin’s back. Involuntarily, Jongin goes faster, giving in to the pleas for more that spill from Joonmyun’s lips as they brush against the shell of his ear.
The only thing Jongin can hear is Joonmyun’s voice and the dull rumble of his purring vibrating through his chest. Joonmyun’s tail teases up Jongin’s thigh and his side before draping around Jongin’s back to settle.
“Master,” Joonmyun whimpers, his entire body tensing. It’s enough to have Jongin speeding up, fucking into him harder and faster.
Every nerve is on fire, the sensations racing through his veins anxiously seeking relief. Jongin’s hips stutter, rhythm thrown off completely. He reaches between them, fingers wrapping around Joonmyun’s cock to stroke. Joonmyun chants Jongin’s name, tightening his hold on Jongin until he goes still. Come spills over Jongin’s fingers, lands high on Joonmyun’s chest and down his stomach with each pump of Jongin’s fist.
Jongin focuses on milking Joonmyun until he’s spent before chasing his own end. He grabs Joonmyun’s hips and grinds desperately into him, moaning loud when Joonmyun clenches around his cock purposely. It doesn’t take much for Jongin to come, his cock buried in Joonmyun’s ass and hips rocking with every pulse that violently wracks through him.
Jongin smiles when he feels Joonmyun’s hands smoothing over his back, when Joonmyun leaves kisses across his shoulder and keeps his arms around Jongin’s waist. They stay like that until their breathing slows down to normal and Jongin finds the energy to move out of Joonmyun’s hold. He’s careful when withdrawing his softening cock from Joonmyun’s body ... after taking a minute to admire how pretty his hole looks stretched around him.
They shower in lieu of toweling off and Jongin discovers the dangers of attempting to get Joonmyun’s ears wet. The scratch on his hand is more than worth it when Joonmyun apologizes by bending over the kitchen counter later that evening during their late dinner. Jongin makes a mental note to ravish Joonmyun there again because the acoustics in the kitchen are amazing.
By the time Jongin is slipping into bed for the night, Joonmyun wriggling in beside him and nuzzling into his chest, Jongin has already concluded that Joonmyun is the best purchase he’s ever made.
Jongin has a collar made for Joonmyun a few days later. It’s solid black leather with nothing save Jongin’s family crest imprinted on the front. It’s perfect because Joonmyun is so beautiful he doesn’t need gaudy embellishments or decoration.
Joonmyun loves it.
Or at least that’s what Jongin likes to think when Joonmyun sinks to his knees right after Jongin buckles it around his neck to wrap his pretty lips around his cock.