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Minho taps his finger against his knee impatiently as the phone rings. His ears twitch as the phone tells him that his call has been forwarded to the automatic voice message system.
Agitated, Minho hits the call button for the third time. After the second ring, Jisung finally picks up.
“Yes, jagi-ya?” Jisung greets through the phone, voice soft.
“Why aren’t you answering me?” Minho asks with a barely concealed pout in his voice.
“I’m at work, hyung,” Jisung sighs. “I have a meeting in twenty. Important stuff. I’m sorry. Did you need something?”
Minho leans back and copies Jisung’s sigh, “Just you.”
“I know, baby. I miss you too. But I’m at work.”
Minho reaches down and squeezes his cock, which has been hard in his underwear for quite a while now. He lets out a shaky whimper that he knows catches Jisung’s attention by the way his boyfriend’s breath hitches.
“Baby,” Jisung’s voice drops an octave. Minho shivers. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“I sure hope you’re not breaking any rules while I’m not there,” Jisung tuts. “You know how I feel about you having fun without me.”
Minho lets out a small laugh. “I’m on the phone with you, aren’t I? You’re technically here.”
He’s pushing Jisung’s buttons, and he knows it. He should feel guilty for distracting Jisung while he’s at work, but his cock is so hard and his brain is so fuzzy he can’t help it. He grinds his hips into his hand, purring at the friction it gives him.
Jisung swears under his breath. “Does hyung need my help?”
"Just wanna hear your voice,” Minho sighs.
“Well, I wanna help,” Jisung says stubbornly. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Over my boxers, yeah.”
Jisung hums. “Take them off. Touch yourself properly.” Minho shimmies out of his boxers and wraps a hand around himself, groaning quietly. “What a good kitten. Sound so pretty for me and I’m not even there.”
“Wish you were,” Minho gasps, his tail curling around his wrist. “Wanna feel you.”
“I know, sweetheart. But I’m at work. Do you have your toys nearby?”
Minho nods dumbly before remembering Jisung can’t see him and says, “Y-Yeah.”
"Get the vibrator.”
Minho nearly moans at the command alone, swallowing thickly and reaching under his bed to pull his box out. He sifts through it until he finds the pale blue vibrator Jisung is talking about and lies back against the pillows.
“I got it.”
“Good. Start with one finger, tease yourself like I would, okay? Pretend it’s me,” Jisung instructs him.
Minho spreads his legs, shivering at the slick already dripping down them. He’s been so needy for so long, even though he hasn’t really touched himself yet, he’s so turned on it hurts.
He reaches down and presses a finger inside himself, whining quietly at the intrusion.
“Easy, kitten,” Jisung soothes him gently. “Go slow. Don’t wanna hurt yourself, do you?”
Minho hates going slow. He wants nothing more than to shove all three fingers up his ass and ride the damn vibrator until he’s crying. But he hates getting scoldings and punishments from Jisung even more, so he refrains.
“In and out,” Jisung tells him. “Nice and slow for me.” A beat of silence. “And let me hear you.”
Minho shudders, pushing his finger in and out of himself. He lets out a quiet moan, curling his finger inside himself, back arching off the bed.
“There’s my good kitty. You always sound so pretty. Wish I was there so I could make you scream.”
Minho’s eyelashes flutter a little, vivid memories of Jisung doing exactly that flashing past his eyelids.
"How does it feel? Talk to me, jagi-ya.”
“F–feels good,” Minho tells him shakily. “Can I–Can I add another? Please?”
Jisung shushes him quietly. “Yes, of course. Keep going slow for me.”
Minho does as told, pushing a second finger past his rim and whining quietly as he slowly pushes his way inside. He sets a slow pace, whining and grinding his hips down against his fingers.
“S’not enough,” he pouts and whines into the phone. “Please, Jisung-ah. I want more.”
“More?” Jisung lets out a bone-chillingly cold laugh. “You decided to bother me while I’m working and you think you have the right to demand more? You’re lucky I’m even doing this right now. You know better than to ever touch yourself when I’m not there.”
Minho feels his eyes well up with tears. “I’m–I’m sorry.”
“You should be,” Jisung sighs. “You’re going to make me late to my meeting.” He doesn’t sound mad about it. Minho is probably saving him. “Add another finger, baby.”
Minho obliges, pressing a third finger inside and moaning wantonly at the sensation. “Mmm…”
“All nice and full, baby?” Jisung asks.
“Yeah. Still wish it was you.”
“Oh, I’ll get you back for this when I get home,” Jisung chuckles. Minho shivers at the promise. “Don’t you worry. Now curl your fingers, kitten, right up against your little sweet spot.”
Minho does exactly that, half-moaning, half-meowing loudly into the phone.
“Fucking–god, hyung, I’ve never been so hard in my life,” Jisung mutters. “What are you doing to me?”
Minho doesn’t reply, too lost in the feeling of his own fingers massaging his prostate. He grinds his hips against his fingers, fucking himself onto them with pretty little gasps and wet noises.
“Fuck, baby, slow down. I don’t want you cumming. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.”
Reminded of the vibrator sitting beside him, Minho slows himself down. “S-Sorry.”
“Do you have the vibrator?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Put it next to your cock for me.”
Minho pulls his fingers out and reaches for the vibrator, placing it next to his aching cock. Without warning, Jisung turns it on. It’s a low speed, but it makes Minho moan nonetheless. He grinds up against the toy, purring quietly.
“Fuck,” Jisung curses again. He loves it when Minho purrs. “I assume it’s working?”
“Yes. Please turn it up.”
In lieu of an answer, the vibrator kicks up a few notches, Minho whining and grinding his hips faster, messy and jerky. His eyes flood up with tears again, overwhelmed.
“Feels so good,” Minho gasps. “Please, Jisungie, let me put it inside. Please.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Jisung says after a moment. The vibrator shuts off and Minho sobs. “Shhhh, kitten. It’s okay. Put it inside you. Pretend it’s my cock, yeah? Fuck yourself on my cock for me, sweet thing.”
Minho wipes his eyes of his tears and presses the vibrator inside his ass, back arching and a small whine escaping his throat at the stretch.
“Good boy,” Jisung practically purrs through the phone. “Push it up against your prostate.”
“O–Okay.” Minho angles it so it’s nestled up against his prostate. He shivers and bites his lip. “It’s–It’s–oh fuck jagi-ya.”
Jisung dials up the speed, even higher than it was before. “Keep it there, kitten. Use it for me.”
Minho grinds down on the vibrator, tears flowing freely now, hiccuping and sobbing as he rapidly approaches the edge thanks to the toy. He grinds pathetically against it, so, so close to falling over the edge until–the vibrating completely stops.
Minho cries out and is about to ask why Jisung made it stop when he hears another voice on the other end of the phone.
Jisung’s voice filters through, sounding far away. “Yeah, hyung, I’ll be there in a sec. Minho-hyung’s having a panic attack.” Minho stops breathing. “Yeah. No, he’s fine. I’m helping him through some breathing exercises.” Minho moans and jerks in surprise when he feels the vibrator kick up again, this time on the highest setting. “Hey, you still there, Minho-hyung? In and out, baby. Keep it up for me.”
Minho whimpers quietly. Fuck. He didn’t expect Jisung to get caught. Jisung is still going too, urging him in and out. Minho moans and follows Jisung’s instructions, excitement coursing through him.
“In and out,” Jisung continues. “You wanna say hi to Chan-hyung?”
Minho’s eyes widen. “No-”
“Yeah, here he is. He’s a wreck.”
There’s some noise and then Chan’s voice is coming through the phone, “Hello?”
“H–Hi,” Minho says shakily, sniffling a little. He can barely keep himself quiet with the vibrator so deep inside himself, pressed directly against his prostate. He whimpers a little and grinds himself against it. “S–Sorry–” Another hiccup.
"Oh, Minho,” Chan coos. “It’s okay. Jisung said you’re having a panic attack. Is everything alright?”
God. Minho is going to kill Jisung when he gets home.
“Y–Yes, I’m fine,” Minho replies, his voice wobbly and unsure. “Just having a–” He hiccups. “–bad day.”
“Well, keep doing those breathing exercises. In and out, yeah?”
Minho closes his eyes and sighs a little. “Yeah, hyung, I got it.”
Chan passes the phone back to Jisung who says, “I’ll be there soon, hyung!” And then closer to the phone says, “Okay. We’re good. He’s gone.”
“I hate you,” Minho mutters. “You seriously gave the phone to your boss while I’m–" He hiccups again. “–like this?”
“Wanted to see if you could hide it,” Jisung says, his voice sounding smug. “And look at you. I’m so proud of you.”
“Shut up.”
“That’s no way to talk to the person who’s currently controlling the vibrator in your ass, hyung,” Jisung says coyly.
Minho decides that he will kill Jisung later. After he cums.
“Whatever,” he mumbles, knowing better than to play with fire. “Can you just–turn it back on?”
"Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” Jisung says, not sounding sorry at all. “I have a meeting I’m supposed to be getting to.”
Minho’s eyes widen and he sits up. “N–No. Wait–"
“Shhh,” Jisung shushes him gently. “Don’t you worry. I’ll be home in a few hours, yeah? Just wait for me. Don’t you dare touch yourself again, okay? Don’t cum without me.”
Minho’s eyes flood with more tears. “Jagi-ya–”
“Bye, hyung,” Jisung sing-songs, the call ending a moment later.
Minho flops back against the pillows, hissing and digging his nails into his thighs to stop himself from tearing up the sheets. He was so close. Fuck Chan and his cockblocking ass. Now he’s been left with blue balls until Jisung gets home, which won’t be until 5:30.
A part of him is half-tempted to just keep going and finish himself off. If he cleans up, Jisung would never know.
Ugh. But Minho would know. And he’d feel guilty for breaking Jisung’s number one rule for him.
He decides to put some clothes on and resign himself to his fate. He knows that Jisung will destroy him when he gets home, especially for riling him up like that at work.
Minho curls up on the couch and waits for his boyfriend to get home, his insides buzzing with anticipation.
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Fuck. Jisung hates Minho sometimes.
Not literally, he loves Minho and would die for him, but fuck does Minho know how to push his buttons. When he got the calls, he ignored it at first because he didn’t even realize it was Minho. But then Minho called his work phone and Jisung realized it was him. Of course he’d pick up if he knew it was Minho, he always would.
But then Minho started touching himself and getting Jisung all riled up…Fuck he’s never done that before and Jisung was so into it. He loved hearing Minho all whiny and needy for him while he wasn’t even there. He loved the thrill that ran through him when they were almost caught by Chan.
Now, Jisung has an insane boner at his desk in the middle of work. Right before a meeting, too.
He sighs and squeezes his eyes shut, thinking of gross things to calm himself down.
It takes him a minute but eventually he manages to will down his boner and attend the meeting. As boring as it was, he can’t even be mad at Minho for making him late, even if it makes him look bad.
Jisung tries to keep his mind off Minho, but it’s impossible. He knows that Minho is at home, all needy and desperate for him. He wants nothing more than to just go home early and fuck Minho’s brains out.
He drills his way through the rest of the day, grinning as he finally clocks out. On his way home, he gets a semi just thinking about all the things he’s going to do to Minho when he gets there.
Fuck. He should punish Minho for pulling that shit in the first place. Right before a meeting and everything.
Jisung opens the door to their apartment and kicks off his shoes, shocked by the silence that he’s met with. He steps further into the apartment and realizes that Minho is asleep, his demeanor softening.
He sits on the couch beside Minho and gently shakes his arm. “Jagi-ya.”
Minho stirs and rolls over, his ears twitching and tail curling. “Mmm.” He yawns, his sharp teeth baring and Jisung smiles, reaching up to caress Minho’s ears. “Jisungie?” he asks, his eyes squinting open.
“I’m home. What do you want for dinner?”
Minho’s eyes open wider and he pouts. “You,” he mumbles, making grabby hands at Jisung.
Jisung laughs and lets Minho grab him, his boyfriend pulling him in and kissing him silly. “Aren’t you tired? You just woke up.”
“Mmm. Never too tired for you,” Minho says, nuzzling his face into Jisung’s neck and purring.
Jisung shivers. Minho’s tail curls lightly around his wrist where his hand rests on Minho’s waist. Minho gently digs his fangs into Jisung’s neck, not enough to draw blood, but enough to have Jisung gasping.
“Needy little kitten,” Jisung murmurs, winding a hand into Minho’s hair and tugging him off. Minho grins at him, his eyes lidded. “Did you keep your promise of not touching yourself while I was gone?”
“Yes,” Minho says earnestly, and Jisung knows that Minho wouldn’t lie to him. If he really did it, he’d eagerly take whatever punishment Jisung would dish out to him. He pretends to hate it, but Jisung knows being a brat is one of his favorite pastimes. “It was so difficult. I need you, Hannie. How dare you leave me alone all day?”
Jisung chuckles. “I know, I’m evil. Paying our bills while you lie around all day.”
Minho pouts at that. “Hey. I offered to get a job. You said no.”
Jisung reaches down and takes one of Minho’s hands. “My hands look like this so my kitten’s can look like this.”
Minho gives him a bemused look. “Our hands don’t look that different.”
Nevermind.” Minho has never been caught up on the internet, despite all of his free time. He spends most of it napping. "Come here.”
Minho eagerly leans in and connects their lips again. Jisung takes the lead this time, with his firm hold on Minho’s hair he maneuvers him however he likes and ravishes his lips. Minho whines and whimpers and writhes against him, and when Jisung reaches down to cup him in his sweats he smirks when he finds his boyfriend already hard.
“You’re so needy,” he chuckles against Minho’s lips.
“You love it,” Minho breathes.
“I love you.”
Jisung doesn’t give Minho the chance to get shy, kissing him again. He nips on Minho’s lower lip and when Minho gasps against him he slips his tongue into Minho’s mouth. Minho moans and clutches his shoulders, his sharp nails digging into Jisung’s shirt.
Jisung pulls him back by the hair. “Okay, jagi, let me get out of my work clothes before you ruin them.”
Minho releases him obediently. Jisung shimmies out of his clothes, Minho copying him until they’re both naked. Jisung then grabs Minho and presses him against the couch arm, Minho mewling pathetically at the manhandling.
Jisung doesn’t waist any time pressing two fingers into Minho’s hole, pleased when he finds him still loose. Minho mewls again, the sound making Jisung’s cock twitch.
“Look at you, all ready for me,” Jisung praises him. “So pretty like this. Dripping wet all for me.”
He leans down and presses his tongue against Minho’s soaked hole, Minho gasping and clawing into the couch arm. He uses his fingers to massage Minho’s prostate while he licks inside him, Minho squirming and begging.
“Oh fuck, Jisung-ah.”
Jisung hums, his whole lower face covered in Minho’s slick, his nose twitching at the smell. He’s not a hybrid, but with how close he is to Minho now, he can understand why hybrids are so obsessed with smells. Minho smells like a freshly baked dessert, and Jisung is ready to devour him whole.
He fully intends to ruin Minho tonight, so he doesn’t pause to give Minho a break. Instead, he continues to fuck him open with his tongue and fingers until Minho is sobbing his name into the couch. Music to Jisung’s ears.
“Please, please, please, fuck me already, jagi-ya,” Minho begs. “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”
Jisung doesn’t stop. He keeps going and going, and Minho must realize what’s happening because he switches gears immediately. His hips roll back, messily and desperately fucking himself back onto Jisung’s face. He’s so loud Jisung knows they’re going to get their tenth noise complaint this month alone.
When he cums, he cries out Jisung’s name, his hole clenching around Jisung’s tongue. Jisung pulls out once he’s finished, reduced to a squirming mess that can barely form coherent words.
He runs a hand up and down Minho’s spine, Minho’s tail curled and his chest vibrating with uncontrollable purrs. He lets Minho have a minute to breathe, before reaching down and nudging his cock against Minho’s hole, asking.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” Minho groans. He arches his back and glances at Jisung. “Use me.”
Jisung grins, having expected that answer. When he pushes inside, slowly and carefully, Minho still whimpers, very sensitive after having just came.
“Am I good to move, baby?” Jisung asks, stroking Minho’s tail.
Minho mumbles something incoherent and nods, pressing his face into his arms. Jisung begins to slowly but steadily fuck him, pleased by the overwhelmed little whimpers he pushes out of Minho’s throat with each thrust.
He’s not gonna last long, he can already feel it. He’s been pent up for hours because of Minho. He’ll make sure he gets Minho back for it.
He speeds up his thrusts, Minho hiccuping a little and moaning.
“You asked for this,” Jisung says, leaning over to press kisses onto Minho’s nape. Minho only mewls wordlessly in response. “Bothering me during work and making me all riled up because of you. Fuck, I should punish you way more than this."
"I’m sorry,” Minho whispers. “Please, keep using me. I’ll be–hic–a good kitten for you."
“Promise me you won’t do it again.”
“I promise.”
It’s a lie. They both know it will happen again. It’s probably the hottest thing they’ve ever done, so Jisung doesn’t care that Minho is lying. He’s betting on Minho not telling the truth.
“Gonna cum in you, baby,” Jisung groans, his hands digging into Minho’s waist. “Gonna–fuck–gonna fuck you full of our kittens.”
Minho cries out, “Fuck, yes, please fuck, breed me. Breed me.”
It’s the most desperate Jisung’s ever seen him, and Jisung isn’t one to break his promises. He fucks him over and over until he’s spilling inside Minho with a deep groan, Minho babbling and sobbing.
“God, Jisung,” Minho gasps, still fucking himself back against Jisung’s cock even as overstimulation begins to take over. “Fuck. I’m so full. God, I’m gonna be so mad when I don’t actually end up pregnant.”
Jisung laughs and pulls out, stroking down Minho’s back and pressing kisses to the knobs of his spine. He presses three fingers into Minho’s cum and slick-filled hole and uses his free hand to reach down and wrap around Minho’s cock, jerking him off. Minho’s back arches prettily and he moans.
It only takes a little bit before he’s weakly cumming again over Jisung’s fingers with a mewl. His body slumps against the couch, and Jisung knows their couch is effectively ruined. He can’t be bothered about it now, though.
Jisung presses a kiss to Minho’s hair and strokes his ears. “Good boy. You did such a good job. You wanna come take a bath with me now?”
Minho is quiet for a moment. He sniffs and turns around to peek at Jisung. “Are you actually mad that I bothered you during work?” he asks in a quiet voice.
“No, baby. Of course not. You know I’ll always take the time to talk to you,” Jisung reassures him with a smile and a caress to his cheek. “Even when you’re just being needy.”
Minho smiles back, small but genuine. “Okay.”
"Come on, kitty. Let’s get you in the bath.”