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Minho feels a little ridiculous.
He stares at himself in the mirror, arranging the strands of hair that swoop across his forehead to fall just right. He had put on lip gloss, and a tiny bit of glitter on his eyelid because he knows Jisung always likes it whenever they go out.
Jisung. He better appreciate this.
He admits he looks good. The skin of Minho’s strong thighs bulges around the top of the white stockings, digging into his muscle. The oversized white shirt and pink ruffled skirt barely cover his dick and ass, which are currently trapped in the confines of white lace panties. He shifts his feet and hums as the plug moves in his ass. It’s the one with the pink heart jewel, Jisung’s favorite. Minho can already picture his eyes bulging out of his head when he sees it, pulling it out and pushing it back in, getting Minho ready for —
He’s getting ahead of himself.
Minho sighs and reaches for the headband – the pièce de résistance – and slides it into his hair. The fuzzy white cat ears sit on his head in a way that is eerily fitting. Minho sighs again. Whipped.
It’s not like he does everything Jisung wants, he usually just finds there’s no reason not to, and he bosses Jisung around plenty. This, admittedly, Minho is doing with little resistance.
It all started a week ago when Minho and Jisung were settling in for their weekly movie night. Jisung was in the kitchen, attempting to concoct some fruity cocktail he saw on Instagram while also substituting almost every ingredient for what they had in the fridge. Minho had a beer on the side table as back up.
Minho turned on the TV and pulled up their favorite streaming service, preparing to scroll for three times as long as they would spend actually watching something, and was greeted with the screen prompting him to log in from another device.
Minho groaned, his phone and laptop were both in the bedroom and he was already too lazy to get up and get them. He wanted to become one with the couch and then one with Jisung’s body (in the most innocent way possible) as they cuddled and kissed between lines of dialogue.
“What’s up?” Jisung asked as he shook lime juice into a glass and stirred.
“Need to log in. Phone not here. Sad.”
“You’re such a big baby,” Jisung laughed. “Use my laptop, it’s on the coffee table.”
“Thanks, bug,” Minho grinned and reached for it, resting his ankles on the table and the laptop on his thighs.
Because Jisung is a loser, his password is their anniversary. Minho smiled as he typed it in, prepared to see the cute desktop background of them with his cats. Instead, Minho was greeted with something very, very different.
The screen fired up to a porn website, the title “catboy gets railed by his boyfriend,” glared at him. The paused video showed a guy in a skirt and cat ears on all fours, face completely fucked out as a lean guy stood behind him, hips held in a vice grip.
Because he is also a loser, Minho clicks play. He did not expect the volume to be at full blast.
“Fuck me harder, oh my god.”
“Such a good kitty, taking me so well.”
“Yes, daddy, fuck.”
Minho slammed the laptop shut and threw it across the couch, blood rushed to his face, and for some reason, his dick.
Jisung was into this kind of thing? They weren’t strangers to trying things out in the bedroom, but Jisung had never mentioned wanting to try feminization. Was he embarrassed? Did he think Minho would be?
The sounds from the kitchen went silent. Minho turned his head slowly to face Jisung, who just blinked at him a few times, seemingly unfazed. The only thing that gave him away was his eyes trailing over Minho’s body, eyes widening as he noticed the growing bulge in Minho’s pants.
“Vodka or gin?” Jisung asked.
“Huh?”
“In your drink. Do you want vodka or gin?”
“Oh, uhm. Vodka is fine.”
The night carried on as it usually did. Neither one of them said anything and the laptop remained firmly planted on the far end of the couch, away from their cuddle pile. Minho couldn’t focus much on the movie, didn’t even really know what it was about. All he could think about were the cat ears falling down the guy's head and into his eyes. The more he thought about it, the more the face shifted into his own.
“Do you want to try that sometime?” Minho blurted out as someone in the movie got their head whacked off with an axe.
“Decapitation?” Jisung says, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“No,” Minho sighed. Heat crept up his cheeks and into his ears. “The – cat stuff. With the skirt.”
“Oh,” Jisung replied, cheeks mirroring Minho’s. “Yeah, I want to try it. If you would be into it?”
Minho doesn’t do everything Jisung wants, but he’s having a really, really hard time finding a reason not to do this thing.
“I’d be into it.”
“Cool.”
They didn’t talk about it after that. They didn’t formulate a plan or come up with details, but Minho had been plotting. Valentine’s Day was right around the corner. Minho liked to dote on Jisung with flowers and chocolate, and this year, he had an extra special surprise.
“Meow,” Minho says to himself in the mirror and cringes. He thinks he’ll pass on that.
After a romantic brunch, Jisung had to head to the studio to do some last minute mixing on a song he was working on, giving Minho the perfect opportunity to prepare his surprise. He can’t wait, excitement bubbling in his belly at the thought of making Jisung happy.
The sound of a key entering the lock comes from the living room, announcing Jisung’s arrival. It’s time.
“Hyung?” Jisung calls. “Are you home?”
“Bedroom!” Minho calls back, throwing himself onto the bed. He arranges himself on all fours with his ass up in the air before deciding that’s too forward. He shifts to his back, legs spread, but that ruins the surprise of what’s underneath the skirt. He settles on sitting back on his heels, knees slightly spread, shirt hanging just enough to reveal the hint of the skirt underneath.
He’s outdone himself. Jisung is going to lose his mind.
“I’m just going to take a quick shower,” Jisung says through the door. A pause and his voice gets softer. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
Minho’s heart melts. “Happy Valentine’s Day, bug.”
Jisung takes his sweet time in the bathroom, Minho’s legs starting to cramp as he holds his weight up on them. He thinks he’s about to collapse when he finally hears footsteps outside the door, watches the knob turn, and his stomach with it in anticipation.
Until the turning stops. “I, uh, have a surprise for you,” Jisung says. “Could you close your eyes?”
Minho laughs. “I have a surprise for you, too. Could you close yours?”
“Okay,” Jisung chuckles, but he sounds nervous. “I’m coming in.”
Minho shuts his eyes and hears the door swing open, Jisung’s feet padding across the carpet. The pattern of his steps breaks and a quiet, “ow,” falls from his mouth, causing Minho to giggle.
He can feel Jisung’s body heat across from him when he reaches the bed. He adjusts his hips and the plug moves inside of him. He swallows a whimper.
“On three?” Jisung asks, his breath sounding thick.
Minho nods and then realizes Jisung can’t see him. Maybe they should try out blindfolds sometime. “Okay.”
“One.”
Minho inhales, his heart fluttering.
“Two.”
His cock twitches in anticipation, already hardening from the thought of Jisung’s reaction alone.
“Three.”
Minho opens his eyes. “Fuck.”
They probably should have talked about this more beforehand.
Jisung seems to have had the same idea, their brains always in sync even when it’s inconvenient. He’s wearing a black pleated skirt over fishnets, a cropped tank top hitting just above his belly button and showing off part of the tattoo that stretches down the length of his body. His dark hair is pushed off his forehead with a black cat headband, fully revealing his eyes rimmed in black eyeliner, lashes lengthened with mascara.
“Holy shit,” Jisung says quietly, his eyes trailing over Minho’s body, getting stuck on his thighs. “ Fuck."
“Oh my god, you wanted to be the catboy,” Minho groans, slumping down, his spine curling. He looks over Jisung’s body again and swallows. “And with good reason, fuck.”
Jisung smirks, but his smile quickly falters. “No, I just thought you didn’t want to be.”
“Well, clearly, that’s not true,” Minho sighs. Jisung isn’t even paying attention to him, his eyes still locked on Minho’s thighs. “Jisung, are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah, sorry, I just can’t get over you.” He traces the elastic of Minho’s stocking with his finger, lands a light slap to the meat of his leg.
“I get it,” Minho says, squeezing the outline of Jisung’s tit in his tight shirt. “I’m so horny right now, I could die.”
Jisung starts to knead Minho’s thighs with both hands, finally looking up to make eye contact. “What’s our game plan here?”
“Uhm, fuck nasty?” Minho says seriously and Jisung giggles. It’s Minho’s favorite sound in the entire world. He can’t wait to make him cry.
“Well yeah, but I mean who’s flying the plane?”
Minho laughs hard and kisses Jisung on the cheek, sinking into the bed to sit more comfortably on his knees. He can be enticing without pulling a muscle.
“I have a plug in,” Minho shrugs. “You can top.” Or fly him wherever he’d like, rather. Minho is just along for the ride. First class on a free upgrade.
Jisung’s breath hitches and then he laughs under his breath. “I do, too.”
“I told you we should have invested in a double dildo,” Minho groans. Is it too late to rush order one from Amazon? His dick twitches. No, far too horny to wait. “Okay, in your fantasy, how does this usually go?”
Jisung winces. “Well. Both, really.”
“Which makes you come sooner?”
“Embarrassingly fast both ways.”
Minho had entered this situation fully expecting to get fucked within an inch of his life, but seeing Jisung dressed like this, all pretty for him, is making his head swim. Maybe this isn’t a one-way ticket, and is instead a round-trip.
“Do you think you could go twice?” Minho propositions. He lifts himself up onto his knees and puts his hands on Jisung’s shoulders. His hands immediately grip around Minho’s waist and pull him closer. Minho can almost smell the arousal on him.
“Have I ever told you I love you?” Jisung jokes and nips at Minho’s ear.
“A few times,” Minho smiles. “Now show me.”
Jisung surges forward and Minho falls back with a yelp, Jisung fitting perfectly between his legs like he belongs there. He attacks him in a bruising kiss, slipping his tongue inside of Minho’s mouth almost immediately. Eager. Cute.
“You can get it up faster, so let me fuck you first,” Minho says when Jisung finally releases his mouth in favor of sucking on his neck.
“Aye, aye captain,” Jisung teases.
“Oh, so we’re on a boat now?”
“Hyung, please.”
Minho grabs Jisung’s biceps and flips them over. Jisung’s legs fall open immediately, pulling Minho closer to him, his mouth moving desperately over his lips.
“Hey, I’m driving right now,” Minho giggles, pulling down the neck of Jisung’s tank and sucking on his collar bone.
“Oh, so now it’s a car?” Jisung laughs, throwing his head back as his breathing gets heavier. Minho can already feel his cock pressing through the fabric of the skirt and into Minho’s stomach.
Minho slaps the side of Jisung’s ass, fishnets digging into his hands, and Jisung yelps. “You do have a trunk.”
“You are so embarrassing.” It can’t be that bad though, because Jisung goes back to kissing him. Arms fully around his neck, bringing him as close as he possibly can be. Minho pulls back, sitting up to take in the view of his boyfriend in full.
Jisung had been working out recently, evident in the way his chest and arms bulge through the fabric. The fishnets criss-cross over the deep honey of his skin, like a hive to Minho’s bee. The skirt crumples up around his waist, revealing a lacy g-string underneath, his hard cock fully poking out the side of it. His eyes are dark and dangerous. Wanting. Waiting.
“So pretty,” Minho murmurs, running his hands down the expanse of Jisung’s body and back up. He pinches a nipple and Jisung releases a high moan, arching his back.
“Just for you,” Jisung breathes, eyes squeezing shut as Minho’s hand traces down his inner thigh, just shy of his cock. Precum beads out of the tip, so red and hard it looks almost painful. Minho is suffering the same fate, but he wants this to last.
He can’t believe a stupid porno got them here. He can’t believe they had the same idea. Sometimes they’re a little too in sync, but Minho still likes to try to find Jisung’s wavelengths and ride them to the shore.
“Hey, Sung?” Minho pauses his hand on the back of Jisung’s calf, massaging his muscle.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t want me to call you ‘daddy,’ do you?”
Minho swears he can actually see Jisung’s dick deflate. He pushes himself up on his elbows, his nose scrunched. “Ew, no, what the fuck?”
“It was just,” Minho chuckles nervously. His other hand joining in on massaging Jisung, moving up his leg to his thigh. He shrugs. “In the video. You know. I thought maybe.” Minho doesn’t give a single complete sentence. That doesn’t matter, they communicate almost exclusively through random sounds and vague hand gestures.
Jisung shrugs. “I take what I can get, no porn is perfect.” He grins wickedly, lust dripping from his words. “But you are. God, hyung, you look so fucking good, I think I’ll come in two minutes.”
“Maybe we’ll have to do three rounds then.” Minho cups Jisung’s cock in his hand, slipping his hand past the waistband of the fishnets, gathering precum on his fingers and stroking him slowly.
“Fuck!” Jisung collapses back down onto the bed and runs his hands down his face, his breath catching. Minho expertly twists his hand around his length. He knows him like he knows himself, maybe even better. Knows what makes him tick, how to get him to the edge just enough to pull him back.
He still can’t know everything though.
“Fuck, hyung,” Jisung whines, his back arching. “Yes, kitty–”
Minho moans. They both stop instantly. Minho drops Jisung’s cock like it’s burning. Jisung’s eyes go wide and his mouth gapes.
“That just came out,” Jisung tries to defend, lifting himself up again. “I don’t know why I–”
“Say it again.” Minho’s face is so red against his skin that they could sell him as Valentine’s decor.
Jisung’s mouth gapes wider, like he can’t believe this is real. “Kitty?”
Minho’s cock noticeably twitches under the fabric of his skirt.
“Oh,” Jisung’s grin gets more devious. He’s cornered him, and because Minho is a huge loser, he loves it. “Are you gonna fuck me, kitty? Or are you just gonna sit there all pretty?”
Because Jisung is a huge loser, Minho can’t let him win. He wraps his hands around Jisung’s thighs and pulls him down, drops to rest his stomach on the bed, rips through the crotch of his fishnets, and shoves Jisung’s dick down his throat.
Jisung’s mouth opens in a silent scream, his eyes roll back into his head as Minho sucks his soul out. Minho is good at giving head, great even. He knows his way around a cock – especially this one. He hollows his cheeks and bobs his head, sucking hard and circling his tongue around the tip when he needs to give his neck a break.
He looks up to see Jisung looking right at him, mascara starting to run in black lines at the corners of his eyes, both of his fists clenched in the sheets. Spit dribbles out the side of Minho’s mouth, sliding down Jisung’s cock to his thighs. Jisung looks at him, expression dark, and rubs the corner of Minho’s lip with his thumb, eyes completely dazed. He gathers the saliva and sticks it into his mouth, causing Minho to hum around his cock and work even harder.
He doesn’t let up on Jisung’s cock. Bobbing his head ruthlessly, sucking on the tip and pulling screams from Jisung’s throat.
“Please fuck me, hyung,” Jisung babbles, writhing. “Please, please, please—”
Minho pulls off of him with a pop, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He grins. “One more please for me.”
“Minho, I swear to god,” Jisung bites, an edge to his voice telling Minho not to fuck around. Minho doesn’t see a reason to listen. He kisses up Jisung’s body. Over his toned stomach and firm tits, licking over a nipple under the fabric, until his lips are pressed right up against Jisung’s ear, smiling into the shell of it.
“Ass up, babygirl,” Minho whispers.
He feels Jisung shiver beneath him. In pleasure or rage, he isn’t sure.
“I’m going to let you try that one more time,” Jisung says cooly.
Minho pulls back and pouts, doing his best to make the softest expression possible through his teasing smile. “Please?”
“Sure,” Jisung says, sugar laced.
He places his hands gently on Minho’s shoulder and kisses his nose before using his new strength to flip them over. Minho slams into the plush of the comforter with an ‘oof,’ his skirt riding almost completely up his stomach and revealing his panties.
“My ass is up,” Jisung laughs into Minho’s ear. He grinds his hips down, the friction of the fishnets and lace pleasurably painful against Minho’s cock. “I’m driving now.”
“You don’t even have a license,” Minho tsks, sliding his hands under Jisung’s skirt and around to his ass. He squeezes the flesh and feels it pool out through the holes of the stockings.
He brushes over the plug and presses on it lightly. Jisung whimpers. “But I can still ride,” he teases, grinding down harder.
Minho snaps. He hooks his fingers into the holes of the fishnets around Jisung’s ass and pulls, the sound of thread breaking mingling with the gasp Jisung lets out. His hand moves inward, finding the plug and moving the g-string aside, pulling it out the tiniest bit before pushing it back in.
Part of Minho wishes he could see it, watch the way Jisung gapes around the plug and sucks it back in, but this view is better. Jisung’s face flushed and beautiful, eyeliner smeared around his eyes, smudged out at the corners when he closes them in pleasure. His plush lips fall open and little pants slip through, his hips rocking with Minho’s ministrations.
“Got yourself ready for my cock?” Minho says gently, pulling the plug out further this time and pushing it in hard. Jisung’s back stiffens and then immediately relaxes, hips moving a bit faster.
“Y-yeah,” Jisung breathes. “Been waiting for it all day. Wanted you to see how pretty I look.”
“So pretty, baby,” Minho whispers and pulls the plug out fully, throwing it to the side. Jisung gasps, eyes screwing up as he clenches around nothing, hips grinding deeper like he’s looking for something to fill him.
Jisung doesn’t do everything Minho says, but he usually just wants to. Likes to see the way Minho lights up, finds his own joy in giving it to others. And they both get a lot of joy out of being really fucking horny.
Minho taps two fingers to Jisung’s lips. He opens easily, taking the digits into his mouth and sucking hard. Minho fucks them into the back of his throat, relishing in the way Jisung gags around them, black tears starting to fall from his eyes and stream down his cheeks like ink.
A trail of spit connects Minho’s fingers to Jisung’s lips when he pulls them away, Jisung instinctually leaning forward to chase them.
“Do you want to be filled, Jisungie?” Minho taunts, circling his soaked fingers around Jisung’s loose entrance.
“Come on, hyung,” Jisung whines, placing his hands flat on Minho’s chest. “I want to fuck you at some point today.”
“No patience,” Minho shakes his head and shoves his fingers inside of Jisung without warning. Jisung keens and immediately searches for more, rocking his ass back, but Minho doesn’t give it to him. He’s driving. He takes his free hand and places his open palm in Jisung’s face. “Spit.”
Jisung works his jaw, gathering saliva in his mouth before spitting in Minho’s hand, some of it sliding down his wrist like a raindrop on a window.
“Good boy,” Minho taunts. He reaches under his skirt and pulls his cock out of the panties, letting his balls rest against the lace. He strokes his spit-slicked hand up his length, removing his fingers from Jisung in favor of pulling his ass apart.
Minho is already seeing stars when he rubs his tip over Jisung’s entrance, spit and leftover lube from the plug leaving him wet and ready. Jisung, as impatient as ever, reaches behind himself and swats Minho’s hand away, wrapping his fingers around his length and pressing it to his hole, sinking down in one movement.
“Oh, fuck.” Minho throws his head back to the mattress. Despite the prep, Jisung is unbelievably tight. His warmth constricting around Minho’s cock, clenching around him like he’s finally happy to be filled. The plug still nestled in Minho’s ass jostles inside of him, leaving him dumbstruck with pleasure from both ends. He searches for something, anything to give him purchase, finally settling on grabbing at the torn edges of Jisung’s fishnets, tearing them more as Jisung starts to slowly buck his hips.
“Kitty,” Jisung pants, picking up his body and slamming back down ruthlessly. Minho is never going to survive this. Jisung is merely a passenger but he’s controlling the navigation. Steering Minho as he pleases, directing him down side streets and narrow alleyways. Radio cranked and bass boosted, his need racking through Minho’s body in violent vibrations. He slams down hard and stops, pulling the emergency brake. “Open,” Jisung says.
Because Minho is a huge loser and unbelievably horny, he does it without complaint. His jaw unhinges, quaking in anticipation. Jisung leans forward and harshly grips his chin, pulling his jaw wider before he spits directly into his mouth. He smiles sweetly as he watches Minho swallow it and then open his mouth again, asking for more. Jisung does everything Minho wants, so he gives it to him.
“You fill me up so good,” Jisung moans, lifting himself back up to properly fuck himself on Minho’s cock. The pleats of the skirt bounce with the movement, his tits jiggle under his shirt, hard cock slapping up against the fabric, tattered tights hanging in shreds. Mascara is dried on his cheeks in swirling patterns, cat ears still miraculously perched on his head, the same black as his hair.
Minho wants to ruin him. With a final squeeze, he moves his hands from Jisung’s ass to his waist, gripping hard enough to leave the imprint of his fingers, halting Jisung’s movements completely. He can already see the whiny complaint on Jisung’s tongue, but before the words can even formulate, Minho is bending his knees and grounding his feet to the bed, hammering up into Jisung so hard he can see all the thoughts leave his brain.
Jisung goes limp, falling forward onto his hands and letting Minho take over. Minho fucks him hard and fast, just the way he knows he likes it, lewd slapping sounds mixing with Jisung’s moans and serving as the night’s soundtrack.
“Is this what you wanted, jagiya?” Minho says between grunts, focused on keeping his breakneck pace. Jisung’s eyelashes flutter to reveal only the whites of his eyes, pupils rolled back into his head. “Got all pretty for me hoping to get fucked?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jisung cries. “Wanted to get fucked by my pretty hyung. Wanted kitty’s cock so bad.”
Minho’s hips stutter, still caught off guard by how much the pet name affects him. The plug presses inside of him as he clenches around it, spurring him to speed his movements. He rails into Jisung impossibly deeper, Jisung screaming as Minho rams directly into his prostate. Tears run down his face, clumps of black mascara littering his cheeks, eyeliner almost completely washed away. His hair is a ruffled mess, hiding the headband and making it look like the cat ears are growing directly out of his head.
“Close,” Jisung warns, reaching down to palm at his cock. “Want you to come inside. Want you to plug me back up.”
“Fuck,” Minho moans, high and throaty, his hips stuttering again. Jisung, the little shit, smirks through his fucked out haze. Two can play this game.
“You wanna come, Sungie?” Minho slows down, pressing his cock into Jisung by dragging it out and easing back in at a snail’s speed.
Jisung whines, trying to throw his ass down to regain the fast pace, but Minho’s grip on his hips is brutal. “Please,” he keens.
Minho gives in easily, returning to fucking him hard and fast, sweat gathering at his temples and on his back, soaking through the sheets. He doesn’t want to completely give up the upper hand, though. He smirks. “Come for me, princess.”
He expects Jisung to laugh, maybe scowl and slap his shoulder like he does when Minho says something silly. Instead, Jisung’s body goes rigid as he comes, his own eyes widening in surprise. White ropes seep out from what's left of his fishnets and down his thigh. He clenches around Minho, bringing him over the edge in disbelief of what just happened, releasing deep inside of his boyfriend. His abdomen pulses, a deep pleasure coursing through his nerves in a way that makes him lose his breath.
Jisung’s chest expands and deflates as he comes down, Minho’s cock softening inside of him. It slips out when Jisung shifts forward, come dribbling down his thighs and onto Minho’s skirt. Minho searches for the plug in the sheets, slipping it easily back inside of Jisung and keeping the remainder of Minho’s come inside.
“Just give me one second,” Jisung says, muffled into Minho’s chest. “I think I died.”
“I called you princess,” Minho says to the ceiling, dazed. “And you came.”
Jisung lifts himself up. There’s a smear of black makeup on Minho’s white shirt, right over his heart. Jisung leaving a physical print where he’s left an emotional one. Minho is suddenly completely overcome with love. His princess. He pulls Jisung face down to his, kissing him softly.
“I called you kitty and you moaned,” Jisung defends with a giggle. He lowers himself down Minho’s body, lifting his shirt and laying a kiss to the plush of his belly. “Like, multiple times, by the way.”
Minho runs his fingers through Jisung’s bangs. “We’ll call it even.”
“Not quite.” Jisung scrambles off of Minho and sits on his knees to his side. “Ass up, babygirl,” he says mockingly, pinching his voice in a sad imitation of Minho’s tone.
Minho blinks at him. “That’s not how this works.”
Jisung pouts and Minho does it, grumbling as he rolls over onto his stomach, pressing his chest into the bed and arching his back, ass perking. This isn’t fair, Jisung knows Minho prefers to take it from behind. Maybe Jisung is flying the plane after all. Minho would probably hand him the controls without thinking about it twice.
“Thank youuuu,” Jisung sing-songs, smacking Minho’s ass. He tries to scowl, but his moan gives him away.
Jisung takes his place behind Minho, flipping the skirt up and sliding the panties down to Minho’s mid-thigh. Jisung taps his finger against the jewel plugged and giggles. “So that’s why I couldn’t find this one. Did you use it just for me?”
Minho nods into the sheets, wiggling his ass. “I know it’s your favorite.”
“You’re so beautiful,” Jisung whispers, gripping Minho’s cheeks and pulling him apart. Minho yelps when he feels Jisung’s teeth dig into his flesh. He moves his mouth down to Minho’s thighs, sucking a bruise right above the elastic of the stockings. He giggles into Minho’s skin. “Your princess is going to take care of you.”
“Your kitty loves you,” Minho giggles back, folding his arms and relaxing his head into them.
“Love you, too,” Jisung sighs and pulls the plug from Minho’s ass slowly, Minho hissing at the stretch and then clenching around nothing. “Happy Valentine’s Day, hyung.”
“Happy Val— oh my god.” Minho is cut off by the feeling of Jisung’s tongue circling around his rim, prodding inside of him. Minho is a simple man; he loves to get eaten out, and Jisung’s tongue is relentless. He eats ass like it’s his last meal, lapping over Minho’s rim, moaning into him like it’s giving him pleasure. He gently inserts his tongue, fucking it in and out of Minho, occasionally stopping to nip at his skin.
Obscene sounds fill the room, Minho unable to produce anything besides soft murmurs as he pushes his ass back on Jisung’s face. Jisung grips his ass in both hands and squeezes, pulling his apart completely and spitting over his hole before fucking his tongue back in.
Minho moans into the pillow, losing himself in the feeling. His mouth hangs open, drool slipping out of the corner and pooling under his cheek. Jisung pushes a finger beside his tongue and stretches Minho’s rim, spitting over and into his hole.
“Do you want it messy, hyung?” Jisung asks mockingly. He knows the answer. Minho always wants it messy, and so does Jisung. Minho just nods weakly, more drool sliding down his cheek. Jisung pulls back and spits again, rubbing it over Minho’s hole. He pushes a finger between Minho’s stocking and his skin, pulling the elastic back and letting it snap.
“Mmmm,” Minho moans. “More.”
Jisung does it again and again, until Minho thinks his skin must be red and raw. Drool keeps streaming from his mouth like a waterfall, soaking the pillow underneath him. “How are you doing?” Jisung checks in, rubbing a hand gently over Minho’s skin.
“Good, good,” Minho assures. His cock is filled out again, hanging heavy between his legs. “Need you.”
“Ready for me, baby?”
“Please.”
Jisung spits on Minho’s hole again, the saliva cool as it drips down to Minho’s balls. He hangs over Minho’s back and clicks his tongue. “Look at you, baby.” He swipes his fingers on Minho’s cheek, collecting the drool in a stringy mess. He pulls on his cock, stroking himself with Minho’s spit, lining himself up at his soaking entrance.
Minho’s body shivers in anticipation. He loves taking care of Jisung, spoiling him, doting on him, but it feels nice to be taken care of like this. To trust fully and surrender himself to someone else without worrying about anything. There’s no one he’d rather have that with than Jisung. He doesn’t really care who drives as long as they reach the destination.
He settles into the pillow, smiling to himself as he waits for what he knows he deserves, especially after the ride he took Jisung on. He waits and waits, but the stretch doesn’t come.
“Uh, Sung?” Minho says over his shoulder. “Are you going to put your dick in my ass, or what?”
“Meow for me,” Jisung says, slapping his dick over Minho’s hole.
Minho’s blood runs cold. “Jisung, I’m not fucking doing that.”
“I know,” Jisung laughs brightly. “I just wanted to mess with you.” He pushes the head of his cock past Minho’s spit-soaked and stretched rim, and slides home.
“Ah, fuck,” Minho sighs, fucking back onto Jisung’s cock before he can even think to adjust to the feeling. Jisung lets him do the work for a while, doing nothing more than swatting at his ass or squeezing a cheek. He’s taking this catboy thing very seriously, Minho thinks.
“Come on, Jisung,” Minho whines, snapping his ass against Jisung’s hips. The fishnets dig into his flesh, the elastic of his stockings slide down, the panties still wrapped around his thighs stretch as he spreads his knees. “Don’t make me do all the work.”
“But you look so good doing it,” Jisung mewls. Minho can practically hear his pout, can see his big doe eyes with a teasing, but loving glare.
“I’ll buy you cheesecake,” Minho jeers, wiggling his hips. He will regardless. The order is already put in at the bakery for pick-up this evening, and Jisung knows that.
“Say no more.”
Minho says a lot more when Jisung grips his hips and drives into him as deep as he can. None of it is coherent, just a series of fucked out noises and variations of Jisung’s name. Minho doesn’t know how Jisung has this much energy in round two. Minho can do little more than let himself sink further and further into the mattress, his ass getting higher as his chest gets lower. Jisung puts a hand in his hair, pushing the cat headband almost off his head, and pushes him further into the pillows.
“Harder,” Minho cries, not knowing if that’s even possible. Because Jisung is a huge loser, has a big cock, and does whatever Minho asks, he obliges. He shifts to prop one of his feet flat on the bed, giving himself the momentum to push into Minho at the perfect angle, slamming into his prostate in a way that’s almost painful. Just the way Minho likes it.
The skirt brushes over Minho’s skin on every thrust, and he would do anything to see the bird’s eye view of this. To see Jisung all pretty, makeup cried off, as he fucks into Minho like his life depends on it.
“That’s it baby, fuck,” Minho moans, and because he has yet to have the brat fucked out of him, “fuck me, princess.”
Jisung moans embarrassingly loud, speeding his hips, slamming hard enough against Minho’s ass to leave Jisung-shaped bruises. Jisung is all over his skin, everywhere in a way that will never wash out. Buried into him like a splinter, moving his organs around to find a place to fit. Minho would break ribs to fit Jisung inside if he asked, but he never would.
The reason Minho does everything Jisung asks and vice versa, is because Jisung would never ask him to do something he doesn’t want to do.
“I’m gonna come, hyung,” Jisung groans, his voice lilting at the end of his words like he’s using all his energy to stop himself from doing just that. “Where do you want it?”
Minho would bathe in it if he could. He’s too fucked out to think about how disgusting of a thought that is. He’ll say it to Jisung later and he’ll laugh with him. They’re perfect like that.
“Ass,” Minho gets out through rugged breaths.
With a deep groan, Jisung is pulling out, stroking himself only a handful of times before Minho feels his release paint his ass and hole, decorating his skin. Minho reaches for his cock, hips still rocking back as he clenches around nothing, but Jisung slaps his hand away. He strokes Minho rough and fast, leaning forward and running his tongue over the mess he made, audibly swallowing it.
He laps his tongue over every inch of him, Minho clenching instinctively when he licks over the come on his hole, tip just barely pressing against the rim, dancing with the idea of eating him alive and leaving him for dead.
Jisung shows no mercy. The second he pokes his tongue in Minho’s hole and twists his wrist just right, Minho is coming over the sheets with a scream, not even bothering to muffle himself. He wants everyone to know. Wants them to hear how good they make each other feel. Revving his engine. Doing donuts in an empty parking lot on a victory lap.
His second orgasm rocks through him, extra sensitive, body shaking in overstimulation. Minho’s knees give out and he collapses onto the bed, Jisung not far behind him, pillowing his head on Minho’s ass.
Minho feels like a mess. The cat headband is nearly over his eyes, his thighs burn, his ass hurts, his circulation is nearly cut off from where the stockings dig into his thighs. He’s never felt better. He should wear a skirt more often. So should Jisung.
“I’m really glad we both wanted to be the catboy,” Jisung sighs, voice hoarse.
“Oh so you did want to be the catboy,” Minho snorts.
“This was the best of both worlds.” Jisung kisses Minho’s ass and gets up, walking on his knees to collapse back down next to Minho. “I should get a pilot’s license.”
“Sure,” Minho laughs. “Whatever you say, passenger princess.”
“Are you not convinced of my skills?” Jisung defends jokingly, and then pauses. “Kitty.”
Minho shoves Jisung onto his back, swinging a leg over his hips and straddling his lap, skirt pooling around him. He locks his fingers into Jisung’s and pins his hands over his head. Jisung’s cock twitches in interest underneath him. Crazy ass libido.
Minho makes his eyes extra big. “I think I might need another ride.”
Jisung grins. “All aboard.”
“Oh, so now it’s a train?”
“Just kiss me,” Jisung laughs.
Because Minho is a huge loser, and deeply in love, he does.