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“Right. Felix, I think it’s time.”
Felix blinks, hard, and it’s freaking difficult because his lashes are crusted thick with sleep. His left lids are fully just glued together. And that’s because Jisung has just launched Felix’s door open, strode into his bedroom, and flung himself onto the foot of Felix’s bed with a reckless abandon usually reserved for belly flopping into swimming pools.
And Felix is hungover. And sore.
“Time for - what?” Felix mumbles, trying to stifle a yawn.
“I want to seduce Minho.”
Felix blinks again. “I am going to throw up.”
Jisung looks instantly offended. “Wow, Felix. Look, just because-”
But Jisung doesn’t get a chance to continue whatever it was he was going to accuse Felix of, because the blonde’s eyes blow wide, and he claps a hand over his mouth, and he scrambles to his feet to run to the bathroom.
He comes back into his room a minute later, pale-faced and bleary, rubbing his knuckles into his eyes. Jisung doesn’t look impressed.
“What was that?” he asks, eyebrow raised, as Felix falls back into bed.
“Ugh, went out with from friends from class last night. I clearly can’t keep up with them.”
“I see.” Jisung wrinkles his nose. “You stink.”
“So get out of my fucking room.”
“No. As I was saying, I think it’s time to seduce Minho.”
Felix groans softly and runs a hand through his unwashed hair. “I’m not following. Why have you decided to do this now?”
“Call it a whim. See, last night, I was thinking - musing, as it were, and I came up with an idea. See, I was so focused on trying to set you up with Chan that I’d completely forgotten that this was supposed to be a team Jilix get their holes wet by unobtainable men-”
“Are you going to get to the point today or am I gonna die of old age first?”
Jisung pinches Felix on the leg. Felix yelps.
“Brat. Anyway, as I was saying - I think the best place would be to do it at work. Wind him up and trap him so that he gets so horny that he just - snaps.”
“Just straight-up asking him is out of the question, then?”
Jisung scoffs. “As if that would work.”
Felix presses a shaky hand to the bridge of his nose. His head is pounding. “It worked for me.”
“Ah but you see here Lix, is you only got a little toy. Granted, it was Minho’s toy, and sure maybe he did fold like a pretzel all because you batted your eyelids at him, but - wait, no, I’m getting off topic. Anyway-what was I saying?”
“Sung, whatever hare-brained idea you want to enact to get in Minho’s pants is your prerogative. Go ahead. Now, can I go back to sleep?”
“No,” says Jisung pleasantly. “Because need your help.”
Felix grumbles quietly and backwards into his pillows. He is way too hungover for this; head spinning, stomach churning, everything feeling incredibly weak. It feels like someone emptied a bull into the china shop that is the inside of his skull. And Jisung looks far too bright with his round cheeks and sparkling eyes and old coffee-stained Elmo shirt that he uses for pyjamas.
“Are you in, then?” asks Jisung.
Felix flings a hand up aimlessly, if to say ‘whatever’, then brings it to rest over his eyes. His stupid light is too stupidly loud. Bright. Something.
“Fine. What do you want to do?”
“We’re gonna dress up as cat boys.”
If Felix wasn’t feeling so rough, he’d have burst out laughing and then immediately called Jisung a collection of names for coming up with such a stupid fucking idea. But he doesn’t, because if he does then he might be sick again, and he just stares at Jisung with a blank look waiting for him to chuckle and then tell Felix the real plan-
And then it hits Felix like a big yellow school bus. Because that is the real plan.
“No.”
“You haven’t even heard the whole plan-”
“I said no.” Felix’s hand twitches towards an empty water bottle.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because a)that is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. And 2) it is literally the dumbest, most ridiculous idea I’ve ever fucking heard .”
“Did you just use two different list identifiers?”
Felix bonks Jisung on the head with a bottle.
“What the hell were you smoking last night when you came up with this nonsense?” he asks as Jisung yelps and rubs his head disdainfully.
“I wasn’t. I just- look, will you hear me out?”
“No.”
“I’ll buy you breakfast.”
Felix hesitates. “…and lunch.”
“Deal.” Jisung claps happily, then scoops his legs into cross-cross applesauce on Felix’s bed. (Felix has never understood where the applesauce comes from.)
“So, the idea would be this - next time we’re on shift together, we dress up. Ears, collar, tails, a little skirt-”
“I am not wearing a little skirt in the cafe.”
“...right, fine. Anyway, we make sure that Minho’s in, too. And I need your help to flirt, and be all cute and stupid, and basically just wind him up until he’s so mad at me that we go downstairs and have what I presume will be mind-blowing sex.”
“...Is that literally the whole fucking plan?”
“Yep.”
“It’s dumb.”
“Why? I think it’s brilliant. It’s the beauty of it, see - he won’t think this has anything to do with him. We will just be cute and alluring and sexy and when he starts blushing I’m gonna wiggle my ass for him.”
“…you’d bottom for him?”
“Yeah,” says Jisung dreamily. He sighs and places a hand under his chin. “I’ve thought about it already. Like - man, I really don’t get a lot of it at work. Sometimes it’s nice to just be fucked for a change.”
`Felix doesn’t say anything just yet. He’s struggling to process this absolutely nuclear onslaught of information, and his stomach growls, and he can’t think of a good way to tell Jisung that he’s clearly just been playing too much Final Fantasy 14. Just because Jisung clearly wants G’raha Tia in a way that is highly disturbing considering he’s a pile of pixels doesn’t mean he’s got to let it infect Felix . Or Minho. Or the rest of them.
“You are… the worst human being of all time.”
Jisung scoffs. “What? Look, just because you got your completely unattainable boss-boyfriend doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t try.”
“Yeah, but it was obvious that Chan wanted me,” points out Felix, even if the admission makes him blush a little bit. “It was obvious. Minho’s never so much as pointed his dick in your general direction."
“I caught him masturbating once.”
Felix lets out a noise like a steam train crashing into a organ. “You what ?”
“I told you about this! After your thing with Jeongin. Remember?”
“...oh, yeah.” Felix swallows. His mouth is so dry, and the collection of bottles next to his bed are all empty. “I forgot about that.”
“Don’t worry. I didn’t.” Jisung pauses. “He’s got a really nice dick.”
“Well, I’ve not exactly seen it.”
“But with any luck, I will soon.” Jisung grins. He looks like an unhinged version of the Cheshire cat. Or, an even-more-unhinged version, considering the whole deal with that thing is it was pat of a land of madness, or something.
“Right. So. Your plan is - we put on cat boy outfits. And just hope for the best? Where do I come into this?”
“Duh, you flirt with me.”
“...I am so not following.”
Jisung sighs as if the’s most obvious thing in the world. “Duh. I grab your ass. You toss your hair and giggle. Maybe we make out a little bit and - oh, yeah, that’s a great idea actually. If just being cute and alluring doesn’t work, we can go into his office and make out and hope he comes in and gets mad.”
Felix just groans and buries his head in his hands.
~
Jisung had gone on to explain his extremely stupid plan in great detail (not that there was much detail, and Felix told him it was stupid at least half a dozen times).
But Jisung is persistent. And when he sets his mind on something - well, he is set .
So now Felix is standing in the cafe with cat ears and a collar and with a furry tail tied around his waist, and he is not happy about it.
At least Jisung didn’t make him wear a skirt, or draw whiskers on his face. Or wear the fucking cat-tail butt plug; Jisung had pulled it out early and Felix nearly taught Jisung the meaning of the word ‘defenestration’. He’d managed to convince Jisung to not wear it either - just keep it on hand ‘just in case’. In fact, he’s really hoping there isn’t a ‘just in case’ situation because he already feels alittle lightheaded, and he’s only behind the counter making a latte.
It doesn’t help that Jisung went for the skirt.
Honestly, thinks Felix, watching his roommate as he prances over to a table full of college girls and a tray of cupcakes in his arms. He can’t decide if Jisung has a point or if he’s finally lost his marbles.
He looks cute. His knees, which are normally swamped in baggy shorts or jeans, point inward a little awkwardly. He’s leapt into the role with a reckless abandon, and maybe it’s because he’s now basically a porn veteran and has completely forgotten the meaning of ‘shame’, but he’s taken to it a lot easier than Felix has.
When they had arrived at the cafe for their shift - both Jisung and Felix are on a close, along with Minho - they had been handed over from Hyunjin who had not been able to contain his laughter, and Felix had turned the colour of a strawberry. But they’ve had a few compliments from a few of their customers (along with some weird looks sure) but, come on. It’s a gay cat cafe. What the fuck else are the waiters supposed to wear?
The bell to the door swings open. Felix turns around from where he’s been at the coffee machine to greet the newcomers - and pauses.
Minho’s just walked through the door. Which was expected, duh.
But Chan’s with him too.
Felix looks his boyfriend in the eye and the strawberry-coloured cheeks from earlier return.
Jisung, either oblivious or with a death wish, waves over to the pair of managers cheerily. Minho’s eyes drag down Felix, slowly, as if dragging through toffee. And then he looks at Jisung and his eyebrows fly into his hairline.
Chan hasn’t taken his eyes off Felix. At the little cat ears, at the tail. At the shorts that are a little shorter than usual (Jisung had persuaded Felix of that much) and the loose white linen shirt with the top buttons undone. The same one that Felix was wearing at Chan’s pool party, which was a total coincidence. But that means it’s the same shirt he got railed to high heavens and back for the first time.
Felix coughs and turns his attention back to the coffee machine. His cock twitches in his shorts.
He’s obviously (at least he hopes it’s obvious) that he has wholly grown to adore sex. Fuck, what sentence - if his mother has any clue what he gets up to on a regular basis…
But considering where he works, he doesn’t really have that much sex off-camera. You know, just for the sake of it, apart from the occasional little hookup with any one of his incredibly ridiculous attractive coworkers. And Chan, obviously. Their relationship is always going to be in a weird place, and that’s not a bad thing, because it always was going to be. Like, how do you explain to the average person that ‘yeah I have a boyfriend but he’s also my boss and he wants me to fuck other people?’
Felix’s newfound - not quite promiscuity, but certainly a proclivity for anything that includes getting someone’s dick wet - is certainly something Chan enjoys when the opportunity arises. Like, sometimes he gets a little jealous - when he’d heard about Felix’s escape with Seungmin in the library he’d turned into a demon and Felix couldn’t walk for a week. But Chan has been there for every one of Felix’s shoots, watching excitedly, hungrily. And he’ll even sometimes push Chan towards another colleague, like Changbin if they’re on a night out together, or he’ll waggle his eyebrows and pretend like he isn’t fully aware that Jeongin has decided it’s time for another jaunt in the costume closet.
And of course, Felix adores Chan wholly, but because of how busy he is with work, shoots, and university, he doesn’t really find the time to impale himself on Chan’s cock anywhere near as much as he’d like. Which in fairness, the ideal amount of time would be literally all the time ever, but people would probably frown if they came to the cafe and found the barista sitting on the boss’s lap and getting pounded within an inch of his life.
The way Chan’s looking at Felix now, in the cat ears and collar, could melt steel beams.
Minho blinks, and then his eyebrows return to normal and he looks as unfazed as he usually does. The faintest hint of a smile appears on his lips.
“Afternoon, Jisung, Felix,” he says. Then he slides past Felix and heads to the display counter to count how many cupcakes are there.
Jisung looks mildly offended, and it’s incredibly funny. He pouts in Felix’s general direction. Felix scoffs, finishes making the latte he was making, and heads over to Jisung.
“A ‘foolproof plan’, huh?” he murmurs.
“Look. It’ll work. We gotta up the ante.”
“Do you have any shame?”
“No.” Jisung waggles his eyebrows. “Hey, if it doesn’t work on Minho, maybe I can crack Chan instead.”
Chan, who this entire time has been standing next to the front door, hasn’t taken his eyes off Felix once. Felix shivers, a low twinge of delight finding itself within in - and then smirks at Jisung.
“You’re certainly welcome to try. I don’t know if he’s interested.” And he swaggers off to deliver the coffee, a little wiggle in his hips.
Chan’s appearance was a total surprise - but not an entirely unwelcome one. Unexpected, but something about his appearance gives Felix just a little more cause to swing his hips a bit more, tilt his head, smile a bit brighter. The customers have no idea what’s going on, of course. They just think it’s a cute, fun little gimmick.
It’s a quiet afternoon. The quieter the cafe gets as the afternoon strains on, he more the pair of roommates prance around the café like a pair of gremlins with bells on; literally, in Jisung’s case, since he insisted on adding a jingle to his collar. Felix knows they’re doing this for Minho’s - well, not benefit, but for Minho’s purpose. But Chan’s eyes are a burning brand as he sits in the corner with his laptop, looking like he’s trying to do paperwork. He could just disappear into the office. He doesn’t. Every time Felix bends down to get more oat milk or reaches too high for a cup, he feels the weight of that gaze on him. His collar feels tight.
And Jisung’s prancing doesn’t help. He, for whatever stupid reason, doesn’t direct his antics at Minho. No, it’s almost like he’s performing for Minho’s sake, rather than trying on with him personally; at one point, when they’re both trying to label some of the desserts in the counter, Jisung leans over Felix and presses his crotch into his ass to ‘reach for something’. There’s another moment where he takes a cheeky swoop of icing off a cupcake, and feeds it between Felix’s pretty lips while staring wistfully into his eyes.
When the last customer leaves and the closed sign is flipped, the tension doesn’t ease. It thickens, hanging in the air like sugar syrup.
Jisung has gone from flirty to clingy now, deliberately draped over Felix’s shoulders as they close down the counter, fingers stroking down his chest, brushing against the chain of his collar.
By the time the doors are locked, Felix’s heart is pounding in his chest and his dick is upright and straining against his waistband. His little shorts are loose - thank fuck - but the excitement has sent his head spinning. He barely makes it into the staffroom when Jisung’s hand lashes around his wrist. His eyes are dark, sparkling.
“Phase two?” he says. He doesn’t appear as far gone as Felix feels, but that doesn’t mean anything. Felix chokes back a giggle. Phase two was, as Jisung put it, the backup plan. Which wasn’t so much a plan as ‘start making out with Felix and hope Minho walks in and starts watching’.
Honestly, this is why Jisung should never be in charge of anything important.
They start down the stairs to the basement giggling, and Felix nearly trips over his own feet on the bottom step. Almost before he can recover, Jisung’s hands are on his waist and his mouth is on his. Felix hums as Jisung kisses up, wrapping an arm around his neck, thrusting up his crotch up unashamedly to rub against Jisung’s. Jisung laughs into Felix’s mouth and they stumble backwards down the corridor. Jisung’s hand fumbles for the nearest handle - it takes a bit of scrabbling because Felix refuses to let go - and then it’s open and they’re falling backwards into-
-A locker room?
It takes a moment for Felix’s horny brain to realise that it’s the locker room set and they haven’t just stumbled into a portal that leads into his University Gym.
Felix sighs contentedly; he loves kissing. Any kisses: little butterfly kisses, deep passionate kisses, deep and sloppy and desperate kisses. And he loves kissing them all, but Jisung is a strong contender for the ‘best kisser’ award, even if he’s an annoying little shit.
Jisung and Felix stumble over, aiming for one of the benches but buckling over and ending up on the floor, slumped against one of the lockers. Felix’s back is against the wood - Jisung climbs into his lap, on his knees - and then he’s rolling his hips shamelessly into Felix’s bulge.
Felix lets out the most strained giggle.
“I did tell you your stupid plan wouldn’t work,” he mumbles into Jisung’s mouth.
Jisung responds by wrapping both hands around the sides of Felix’s neck and kissing him again. “Have faith, Lixie,” he mumbles.
Felix moans, loud - there’s a quick hand movement and then, all of a sudden, Jisung’s dick is poking out of his skirt. He rolls his hips forward again, and Felix gasps at the feeling - he shoves Jisung backwards just for a second so he can fiddle with his own shorts-
And then the door to the locker room flings open with a massive clang.
And Chan’s standing in the doorway.
The darkness in his eyes sends a delicious shiver down Felix’s spine and right into his dick. As often it does whenever he’s horny, all the blood in his brain has swiftly departed into dicksville.
Chan fixes them both with a dark, deathly stare.
“What are the two of you doing?”
Felix is about to speak, but his breath catches in his throat before any words can decide to form. Jisung isn’t quite so stupid (or maybe he is even more so, just in a different way), and he grins over his shoulder at Chan.
“What? I thought we were allowed to fool around.” And he reaches around to grab a handful of Felix’s ass. Felix moans and his eyes threaten to flutter closed.
“You know what I’m talking about.” Chan takes a step into the room. It looks like it’s taking significant effort.
Jisung pouts. He hangs an arm around Felix’s neck and slips his free hand beneath the fabric of Felix’s shirt.
“Sung-” Felix murmurs, and it feels sticky as he tries to say it. He can feel the blood throbbing in his crotch, his legs feel week - this entire day has had him on such a wind-up like he hasn’t had in ages, and now he needs something-
Chan makes another noise and as if his hand is possessed, it flies to the front of his shorts. To the very prominent shape that distends the fabric, the shape that is highlighted when Chan makes to grab for it. And then he apparently remembers himself because his hand drops, but it’s too late, the damage is done, and Jisung’s mouth almost drops open.
The shape in Chan’s shorts is huge . And like, Jisung knew that, he’s seen the really old amateur stuff that Chan did in the early days, but holy shit-
Chan seems to have lost the ability to form words. His fingers flex, then he glances at Jisung, then at Felix - his cheeks are red and his chest is heaving, but he doesn’t make any further moves into the room or any further comments.
Jisung gets it. Grinning, but still pressing down the little guy in his chest that is yelling at him for doing leaving, he stands up.
“All yours, buddy,” he says with a waggle of the eyebrows. Chan’s throat bobs and he says nothing, but his eyes flicker between the two cat boys as Jisung leaves the room - still with his erect cock pointing out of his skirt.
The second Jisung steps over the threshold, Chan is a man possessed. He stumbles across the floor as if his own legs have forgotten how to work, and picks Felix up as if he were merely a rag doll, and kisses him - hard. It’s raw and sloppy but Felix doesn’t care, he clings on to Chan and his tongue immediately gives way to Chan’s for entry, legs wrapped tightly around Chan’s waist. It’s the kind of desperate, needy kiss that comes from a man on the edge. Chan doesn’t just desire Felix, he needs him- he spins Felix around and deposits him on a bench, chest on the wood, so he can fiddle with his shorts. Felix is putty in his arms, pretty and useless, and clutches one hand onto the wood and the other hand grabbing back uselessly, unwilling to keep his hands away from his boyfriend-slash-boss.
They are both unaware that they’re still being watched. The door didn’t close fully, and - look. Jisung didn’t mean to let himself get kicked out. But it was clear Chan wouldn’t do anything while Jisung was in the room, and the two would have combusted if they couldn’t get their hands on each other. But that doesn’t mean Jisung can’t watch.
There’s a deep, wrenching sort of fire in his belly, the sort that’s been burning for hours and the coals are glowing. He’s just like Felix - he fucks for his work and for pleasure, as any warm blooded creature might.
But this is somehow different. Watching Felix and Chan so swept up in each other, it’s not pleasure or work but need for each other-
Jisung fiddles for something that’s been tucked through his belt loop all afternoon - the plastic end expertly hidden beneath his shirt. And he groans at he puts it where it’s means to be, and wraps a hand around his cock, heartbeat weak, as he watches through the crack in the open door. And as he does, Chan gets his hands around his shorts and pulls them down to pull his own dick out.
Jisung claps a hand over his mouth to stifle the moan that almost escapes. God, it looks delicious . Fuck. It’s so thick. Like, stupidly so. How is that man just walking around with that monster in there? Fucking hell, no wonder he doesn’t do scenes - he probably can’t find any other stars brave enough to fit him inside them. Jisung himself doesn’t know if he could take it all.
And Felix managed it on his first time. What a fucking trooper. Or maybe he’s a size queen, or a pain slut, or just built for taking cock in a unique kind of way that makes him specially and uniquely qualified for this kind of thing.
They’re so caught up in each other that they barely stop to get their clothes all the way off. Chan’s shorts come all the way down - Felix barely slips his past his ass cheeks. And before Jisung can even fully process what’s in front of his eyes, Chan pulls Felix forward by the hips and pushes into him.
Felix moans. Loudly. He falls forward on the bench, unable to hold himself up on his hands and knees, knuckles turning white. Chan’s eyes are blown wide and his hair is a mess, his fingers are holding Felix in place-
Felix moans again and this time it’s laced with a sob and Chan pushes another inch in. Jisung’s head spins.
No prep. No lube. God, no wonder Felix is crying. It must fucking hurt . But he’s babbling loudly, and Jisung can hear the words-
“Fucking, so thick - in me, need you so much - fuck, deeper, please, fuck me-”
Which is a wild combination of words to hear through a veil of tears. Jisung’s hand speeds up in his own lap to almost a blur, and the heart-beating simmering builds and builds-
And Felix takes him all. To the hilt. Felix is gasping on the bench when Chan is fully seated, as if he’s fighting for breath and Chan is littering praise, telling Felix how he’s so good, how he takes him so well-
Felix moves his hand to his lower abdomen and presses down.
Fuck.
Jisung’s simmering is like nothing he’s felt before. He’s on his knees and one hand is on the doorframe, trying to keep himself together. God, he’s so fucking horny. He wants to be in the middle of it- doomed to sit on the edge like a pervert, lusting over something so unattainable-
Chan wraps a hand around Felix’s arm and pulls him backwards slightly. It’s an odd angle - Felix on his knees, gasping, with Chan behind him. But Chan pulls Felix back and his back arches, and then Jisung sees something that makes him nearly pass out/cum/have an aneurysm all in one go.
Chan pulls out of Felix and slams back in - and as another wail is punched out of Felix, his lower abdomen distends slightly.
Jisung stops masturbating for a second because the sight makes him almost spill over. His eyes are heavy, his head is spinning-
It’s something he’s only ever seen in like, these weird hentais, where their stomach bulges out from the sheer size of whatever’s fucking them. But this is real. He watches as it happened again - deeper this time -
He’s so caught up in watching that he’s almost forgotten the entire fucking reason he dressed up in the fucking cat ears and tail.
And then he feels a small hand on the shoulder. He flinches, almost jumps out of his skin - turns and sees Minho standing squarely behind him.
He looks pissed.
Jisung’s voice locks in his throat. He coughs to clear it, then lets out a little, “Oh, hyung. Hello.” Then the air is suddenly punctuated by the sound of high pitched, whiny moans, deep guttural grunts, and the wet slap of skin on skin.
Jisung might just die. His cock is red and weeping and standing to attention as he stares into Minho’s dark, discerning gaze. Jisung might, very possibly, potentially, be in trouble.
“What are you doing?” Minho’s voice has that cool tempered tone to it which means he’s holding back a yell.
Jisung contemplates for a second about lying or trying to be dismissive or cheeky. And then he remembers the whole fucking reason he got him and Felix into this mess.
“Me, hyung?” he says, drawing the word out sticky, as if it were a too-sweet candy. “I’m watching.” And he wraps his hand around his cock and, without breaking eye contact, starts to stroke himself up and down again.
Minho closes his eyes for a couple of seconds. When he opens again, his pupils are blown wide and his jaw visibly clenches.
“I can see that. I’m not asking about that. I’m asking why the fuck you’ve been acting like this all day.”
“This? Well….” Jisung gives himself another tug and elicits a gasp from his own mouth. Minho looks like he’s about to break something. “Well. I wanted to look cute. I wanted to mess around.” he blinks up at Minho. “I wanted to make the people around me so horny they couldn’t even think. Is it working?”
“Jisung. You are treading a very, very thin line here.”
“Oh I’m sorry. What are you gonna do about it then?” And he , still without breaking eye contact, reaches behind him. And his fingers find the butt plug - the one with the cat tail attached to it - that he swapped out just moments ago. And, without stopping the pace of his hand in his lap, begins to fuck the plug back-and-forth inside him.
Minho’s fingers clench. He doesn’t repl,y but his chest is heaving.
“They kicked me out. They were too wound up and wanted to have fun all by themselves.” Jisung pouts again. “Now I’m all alone.”
“Jisung…” it’s a dark low warning, maybe the last one Jisung is going to get.
“Come on, hyung. I know you like to look.” Jisung keens, aware he’s making a total fool of himself, but also he’s too far gone to really care. From the room, Felix lets out a loud cry and their swearing grows louder. Jisung fucks the plug a little deeper, trying to get something more substantial - he doesn’t bottom often but this plug is still a little small, more a decoration than a toy.
Then Minho, whip-quick and silent, pulls Jisung to his feet
“You have been doing this on purpose. All day. I’m a patient man, Jisung. But this-”
“What, you think you have to hold back? Don’t. I’m right here. Watch-” Jisung is still rocking his hips forward into his fist, his cock poking out from the skirt. The long bushy tail hanging from his fucking ass swings. Minho’s head spins.
“Come on hyung,” coos Jisung. “Don’t say you wouldn’t love to fuck me.”
“Jisung-”
“Cause if not - I might just go in that room and ask if I can join in- it was my plan after -”
But whatever he was about to finish bragging about doesn’t come, because finally something within Minho absolutely snaps.
His hand lunges forward and he’s grabbing Jisung by the throat. He takes several steps forward and pins him Jisung against the wall, breath ragged, chest, heaving and his eyes are wide too wide as if he’s lost his fucking mind.
Jisung, internally, grins.
Without saying so much as a word, Minho spins Jisung around so his face is pressed against the wall. And then Minho, the uncrackable and stoic manager of a porn company, drops to his knees behind Jisung, pulls the plug with the cat-tail on it out with an unceremonious yank (Jisung can’t help but cry out), and his tongue dives into Jisung’s ass.
It’s all so fast and sudden that it takes Jisung’s brain a couple of seconds to catch up. And then he realises exactly what’s happening and realises who is on his knees behind him, and then a sudden wave hits him and he is coming over his hand and the wall.
And Minho doesn’t stop. His fingers grab onto the flesh of Jisung’s ass, digging into the honeyed skin and there are going to be bruises there tomorrow, and his tongue is buried deep and it starts to tip over the edge of pleasure into pain and overstimulation.
“Ah- hyung-” gasps Jisung, struggling to hold himself up against the wall. “It hurts-”
Minho chuckles and pulls back. “You should’ve thought of that before you did your whole performance, shouldn’t you?”
Jisung twists his head around to stare down at his manager, nearly dies again at remembering that yes, that is his manager. Minho stares back, chin wet. He looks different. Hair messy, sweat on his forehead, eyes manic.
“You have a safe word,” he says. “You can tell me to stop if it’s too much. And if not, I’m gonna keep going. And yes - if I keep going, I am still going to fuck you. Just so you know.”
And Jisung, being the lust-addled horn beast that he is, nods dumbly.
Minho smirks. “Good boy.” And Minho dives in again.
Jisung’s not mastered the art of continuing after orgasm and for a moment, it is too much. Tears well up in his eyes, deep fat ones, and threaten to spill out as the too much sting bites at him.
Then, there’s another loud bang. Jisung, through his blurry vision, Drax’s gaze around and spots Chan and Felix, holding onto each other, stagger out of the locker room.
Felix freezes. Chain freezes. Jisung freezes.
Minho doesn’t, still going to town eating Jisung out like a pudding cup. The thought enters Jisung’s brain and he half cries half giggles at the thought.
Chan looks the most nonplussed out of all of them. He looks at Felix and then at Jisung, and then Felix again. Felix, still red faced with tear streaks down his cheeks, whispers something into Chan’s ear.
Something drips on the floor.
A positive waterfall of cum is drifting down the back of Felix’s legs and leaving a little puddle around his still-socked feet.
He’s wearing the socks that have the little cat paw beans on them.
Jisung flushes. The post orgasm clarity is always a bit of a bitch when he realises just how dangerously horny he got, and now he observed quite intently, by his roommate and his boss, while his other boss is still eating him out as if he is a starving man and Jisung is an all you can eat buffet.
“Were you watching us?” asks Felix uncertainly, hand drifting down to his flagging cock. Both he and Chan have softened quite a bit.
Jisung goes to answer, but yelps as the tongue is suddenly pulled from him and he receives a slap on the side of the ass.
“He was,” says Minho, his voice ragged. He clambers to his feet. He’s clearly lost all the reservations and self-control that he normally has, as both of his hands start to clumsily fiddle with his belt.
“And now, right here, I’m going to fuck him. In this corridor. You are both welcome to watch, if you want, but that’s what’s going to happen.”
He pauses as if waiting for somebody to protest.
And then Jisung’s cock twitches, and he realises he’s not flagged. He’s still rock solid. He definitely doesn’t have another orgasm in him- he feels exhausted, boneless. And Chan looks just a little bit shifty but Felix apparently has no such reservations. He grabs onto Chan’s hand, takes a few steps back and takes a perch at the bottom of the staircase.
Minho laughs. He sounds insane, a man possessed.
“Lovely,” he hisses. “Jisung. Baby. Do you have lube? A condom?”
“I- not, not on me, no, I-”
“Then I’m gonna have to fuck you raw.” A finger finds its way to Jisung’s puffy hole. “Don’t worry darling. STD testing applies to all of us.”
“Wait-”
Minho looks up. Felix is scrambling with something - it’s his shorts, still holding them in his hands. He pulls out a small bottle from the pocket, hurries over, and hands it over to Minho.
It’s strawberry flavoured lube.
Minho nods gratefully - he still doesn’t quite look like he knows where he is - and squeezes a little bit directly onto Jisung’s hole - and then, with a couple last fucks of the fingers, pulls his jeans down.
Felix gasps. Jisung almost complains, desperate to see - and then Minho wrenches him around so they’re facing each other. Jisung is putty in Minho’s hands, and finds himself sinking to the floor. Minho tugs at his hips, and he nearly bangs his head off of the cum-streaked wall. In the movement just before he’s filled up, he cranes his neck, which isn’t easy as Minho pushes his knees next to his ears - and gasps in delight to what he sees.
It’s not too big, but it’s not small either. It’s a little curved. It’s pink and flushed.
Jisung needs it in him now.
He doesn’t realise he’s asked out loud until Minho chuckles.
“Hold on, baby.” And Minho gently teasingly pushes his tip against Jisung’s hole-
-And retreats.
And then he does it again.
A plead wells in Jisung’s throat. He hasn’t actually been fucked in so long - he’s usually the one doing it - Minho chuckles, and then slides in again, half an inch deeper this time-
-And pulls out again.
“Minho, please,” babbles Jisung, trying to grab onto his arms. Minho slaps his hands away.
“What? You’re desperate?” he hisses. Jisung whines and nods, shifting forward to try and get something.“Great. Now you know how I feel.” In, just an inch. Out again. “Watching you prance around my shop in that little fucking outfit.” In, less this time. “Wiggling that little ass of yours. The pouting, the whining - fuck. I’m a patient man, baby, but you have tried it so fucking hard.” He goes in halfway this time. Jisung cries and tries to lock his legs around Minhos waist, keep him in place - not quite.
“Minho, please .”
“Patience, Jisung,” Minho growls, the heavy drag of his cock still nowhere near where Jisung needs it to be. “You’re gonna take it like a good boy, yeah? Since you’ve been such a fucking menace all day.”
Jisung whimpers, thighs trembling where they’re wrapped around Minho’s hips.
“Minho. Please.”
And that last beg is what makes Minho finally give in.
He grabs Jisung’s thighs, yanks him close, and thrusts in one whole smooth movement , a single stroke that knocks the breath from Jisung’s lungs.
His back bows, mouth falling open and he would let out a whine if he had any air left in him. Minho doesn’t give him time to catch up, swiftly setting an absolutely brutal pace, hips snapping forward, every thrust slamming so deeply that Jisung’s vision fills with stars.
“That what you wanted, huh?” Minho pants. “This what you were begging for?”
Jisung nods frantically, clutching at Minho’s arms. “Yes, yesyesyes fuck , don’t stop—” He’s breathless, legs shaking, skin flushed and he’s falling apart around Minho, eyes wet-
Something in the background he’s vaguely aware of Chan and Felix entwined around each other. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except the beat beat beat of pleasure-
He doesn’t reach a second orgasm, because that’s surely a fucking myth, or a superpower. But Minho angles his hips and hits that spot once or twice, and a deep almost-wail-almost-scream spills from his chest.
And then Minho swears loudly, and his tights are bruising around Jisung’s hips-
And then he’s pulling out and Jisung whines, lamenting the sudden loss-
Until he realises he’s being covered - his skirt, ears, collar, everything on the front of his pretzel-shaped body - is being covered in cum.
For a moment, all that’s left is the sound of panting. Their skin slick. Jisung’s thighs still tremble. Minho is breathing hard against his neck.
In the corner, Felix groans and mumbles something unintelligible.
Jisung turns his head slightly, dazed. “Huh. Whoa.”
Minho’s pupils slowly go back to their usual side. His cheeks lose some of their sheen - and then immediately go back to a deep, crimson red.
“Uh. Hey.”He coughs and brings a hand to Jisung’s thigh, like he’s just been snapped out of a coma. “I. Uh.”
From the stairs, Felix just giggles.
~
The next morning, the café is warm with the smell of fresh pastries.
Minho and Chan sit side by side in the cramped office, both nursing coffees. They haven't said a word in ten minutes.
Minho looks at Chan.
Chan looks at Minho.
“I’ve already deleted the CCTV footage,” says Minho. His voice is a grey, hard line.
“Sensible.”
Minho nods. He looks pale. “This - uh - is this something we don’t talk about or is this…”
“I mean you stayed stronger than I did for a long time,” says Chan. “I have a feeling that boy’s got his claws in you now.”
Minho’s eyes flutter closed. “I had a wet dream about him last night.”
Chan lets out a strangled laugh. “Those two are going to be the death of us, aren’t they?”
“Yeah. You’re not fucking wrong.” Minho takes a sip of his coffee. “I’m locking the fucking downstairs from now on. If Jisung turns up today in another little outfits, I swear-”
Chan just chuckles, and pats his friend on the leg.