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Letting Yeongi dress up Sieun for a costume party hadn’t been a wise decision. He’d figured as much when she suggested it, but as she does with anything else, she managed to scrounge a ‘fine, okay’ out of him.
Now, while trying to make sure his ass isn’t peeking out from under the tiny skirt she put him in, he regrets it more than ever.
Before, she mentioned something about having put together the perfect cat costume for him. It seemed alright at the time. He expected her to hand him a headband with cat ears on it, some simple white clothing to go with it. What Yeongi presented him with instead had him balking in horror.
On top of the folded costume was a headband with fluffy cat ears, color-matched to to his hair, and an equally fluffy tail to pin to his bottoms. Then there had been the pleated white skirt and the cropped, black jumper. Off to the side were chunky white boots that looked like something out of Yeongi's closet rather than his own.
“You’re wearing shorts underneath, stop freaking over it,” Yeongi fusses, shooing his hands away from the skirt and giving it a final tug herself.
“Calling them shorts is a bit too generous,” Sieun huffs. They’re a skimpy white number that barely covers the entirety of his ass when he bends over. When he tucks his fingers into the hem, the elastic releases with a daunting snap against his skin.
Yeongi very blatantly ignores his comment. “C’mon, now we just have the finishing touches.”
“I just don’t understand,” he says. With antsy hands, he gestures to Yeongi’s traditional witch costume. No bits or bobs out of place for her like they are for him. His belly button is even showing, for crying out loud. “Why can’t I wear something that isn’t violating public decency laws?”
“Such laws don’t exist within the comfort of your own home.” She winks at him, holding up the tail and ears.
Right. This is her costume party. In his and Suho's apartment. What Yeongi says, goes. He doubts Suho is even aware of what she’s subjecting him to. Suho has been so quiet about his own costume that Sieun doesn’t know what he’s going as either. The secrecy is uncharacteristic for someone who is usually too eager and excited about everything to keep his mouth shut.
Tonight, just outside his door and down the hall, there will be a group of people who are friends with his friends but not him. They’re going to see him with fluffy cat ears atop his head, a fake tail swishing by his feet, and black whiskers painted on his cheeks alongside heavy blush at the tip of his nose.
It’s embarrassing enough knowing Suho will have to see him like this, but strangers too? Sieun wishes the floor would swallow him whole right about now.
He can hear the moment guests start being let in. First comes the booming cheer of Suho’s voice as he greets people, then the chatter of multiple voices at a time filter through as more people enter. Music from one of Yeongi’s playlists is a faint accompaniment.
“There.” Yeongi takes a step back with her hands on her hips. The tip of her witch hat tips over as she cocks her head to the side, taking Sieun’s appearance in. There’s a gleefully smug expression on her face. “I did good. You look cute.”
Sieun turns around to look at himself in the mirror. He grasps the tail in his hand and hesitantly reaches up to touch the cat ears. The jumper rises to expose more of his torso when he does, and he quickly lowers his arm so the garment returns to just above his belly button. With the makeup on his face, from the whiskers to the sharp winged eyeliner Yeongi added in precise strokes, Sieun ultimately can’t deny it. He does look cute.
But cute isn’t exactly what he goes for on a daily basis. He aims for practicality. If it were up to Sieun, he would have dressed as one of his current favorite manhwa characters. Not something that’s going to expose sensitive parts of his body each time he reaches or bends.
And he’s sure that when others think of Sieun, cute isn’t the first thing that comes to mind. He’s almost certain that, despite becoming best friends over the past couple years, Suho still sees him as quiet, broody, all too reserved—even if he doesn’t say anything about it.
They’ve always been opposites, the two of them. If anything, Suho is the cute one. Sieun is just there, average and plain.
However, as he stares at his reflection, he can’t help but admire how seamlessly the ears blend in with his hair, and how well the tail matches. And even if the skirt is too short and the jumper is cropped a bit too much for his liking, they fit him well. He looks – well, he looks as if he could really pull off the whole cat thing.
“I can’t believe I’m going out like this,” Sieun whispers, anxiously gnawing on his bottom lip.
“Technically you’re not going anywhere. Just down the hall,” Yeongi quips. She comes up behind him with a grin on her face. “Are you that nervous, Sieun?”
He frowns and twists to face her. “Why would I be nervous?”
The slight tremor of his hands is enough of a giveaway. He clasps them behind his back, away from her sight. Although he can maintain a straight face, the rest of Sieun isn’t as smooth. An open book, Suho refers to him as.
“To see him,” Yeongi responds, a lilt to her tone like she knows something Sieun doesn’t.
Sieun’s brows knit together. “Who is him?”
“Don’t play dumb.” Yeongi rolls her eyes at Sieun’s obvious confusion.
There’s only two people Sieun knows at this party, and he’s alone in a room with one of them right now. The other is outside busy saying hello to everyone like the social butterfly he is. Suho has always been a pro at lighting up any room he’s in, making friends wherever he goes. It’s the only reason why he succeeded in breaking through Sieun’s walls with as much ease as he did.
Sieun thinks about the floor full of strangers outside and feels a sense of dread sink low in his gut. Only when he thinks about finding Suho does he begin to feel better, but even then, that means Suho will see him dressed like this.
As if she can read his thoughts, Yeongi interrupts his inner monologue, “It’s Suho. That’s who.”
Panicked, Sieun sputters, “Suho is my friend—I’m-I’m not nervous to see him. I have no reason to be.” I have every reason to be.
“If you say so.” Yeongi shrugs. She walks to the door, opening it up and quickly stepping out of the bedroom. “Don’t spend the whole night hiding after I worked so hard on your outfit!” She regards him with a menacing look and waggles her finger at him.
Then she’s gone, and Sieun is officially alone. After exhaling a deep breath, Sieun tugs on the skirt one last time and exits the safety of his bedroom.
The sound of the party is more amplified in the hallway. He wonders if it would be enough to sit on the threshold of his room and partake in the party from afar. It’s loud and overwhelming, and his lunch from earlier feels ready to come up, and he really can’t face Suho like this. He just can’t. He isn’t sure how he ever thought he could.
Yeongi was right. He’s nervous—no, beyond nervous. It’s not so much the opinions of strangers he cares about, he just doesn’t want Suho to look at him and see something he doesn’t like.
After all, he’s not sure what it is about himself that intrigued Suho in the first place. He certainly doesn’t want to lose it, whatever it may be. Unfortunately for someone as closed off as he is, he grows too attached to those he does happen to welcome in. Like a clingy cat, he supposes.
Sealing his fate, Sieun closes the door behind him, not to open it again until the night is over. His footsteps to the end of the hall are heavy, weighed down with nerves in these clunky boots.
Just as he approaches the main area, he freezes in place at the sight of Suho at coming around the corner. The two of them nearly collide, and Sieun takes a quick step back before Suho can knock into him. As Suho's eyes drift towards him, Suho stumbles forward again, bumping into Sieun anyway.
"Shit – I – Sieun, my bad," Suho gasps, righting himself as he puts distance between them.
He could simply chalk it up to being Suho’s typical clumsiness, but with the way Suho stares up at him with wide eyes and his jaw to the floor, he thinks he may be at fault for this one. Suho has a full bodily pause, eyes raking over Sieun from head to toe. Something dark flashes in his eyes, but Sieun thinks he had to have just imagined it.
Something unpleasant stirs in the pit of his stomach. Blood rushes to his face, and his cheeks feel hot. He toys with the end of the skirt, tempted to retreat back into the bedroom and rip it all off.
“Damn, Sieun-ah," Suho whispers, and Sieun can’t decipher if his tone is appalled or in awe. He can’t imagine it being the latter, but maybe, just maybe…
“It looks stupid, I know. I told Yeongi it was a bad idea, but she didn’t listen. I should probably go change, shouldn’t I?” he rambles, looking anywhere but at Suho.
If he were to see Suho’s lip snarl in disgust, the judgment in his eyes, he wouldn’t know what to do. He’s terribly plagued with the desire to please Suho. A part of it comes from not wanting to lose the most important person in his life, one of the only people who’s made an effort to actually know him. The other part comes from a feeling Sieun hasn’t yet figured out.
If that were to change, well—
“No!” Suho interjects, rushing forward to grab ahold of Sieun’s wrist before he can turn away. His grip is a little tight, not the usual measured gentleness he uses with Sieun. “Don’t change! It looks – it suits you!”
“You don’t have to lie, Suho-yah,” Sieun mumbles, trying to tug his wrist away, but to no avail. “It won’t hurt my feelings.” But it will. It so incredibly will.
One of Suho’s most childlike traits is that he always has to be close. Always holding onto some part of Sieun, whether it’s his hand, his leg, their pinkies intertwined. His grip is persistent, only letting go when it wants to. This is one of those times. Where Sieun goes is determined by the fingers curled around his wrist.
“I’m not!” Suho assures. The desperation in his voice makes Sieun frown. “Besides, if you look stupid, then so do I. See?”
When Sieun finally looks at Suho, and properly looks this time, he sees Suho pointing to the black dog ears nestled in his hair and the dog tail hanging by his feet. There’s also black whiskers on his face and the tip of his nose painted black too. Sieun hadn’t noticed it at first because the rest of Suho’s outfit is a schoolboy-esque attire, shorts and an untucked button up with a tie around the collar, along with tall socks and ratty sneakers.
Now that he has noticed the puppification of Suho, he can’t get his heart to slow down in his chest.
“Well,” Sieun swallows down the initial hitch of breath in his throat. “You do look a little silly.”
Suho’s eyes light up then, twinkling and all. The night sky is in Suho’s eyes, and Sieun has the privilege of seeing the stars align up close without a telescope. The softening grip around his wrist gives one final squeeze, a gesture teasing yet reassuring all at once.
“Will you come with me? Every puppy needs his kitty,” Suho says with such a hopeful expression Sieun can’t bear to turn down.
With anyone else, Sieun would tell them no. Cats and dogs are natural opposites, typically posed as rivals in cartoons. Dogs are playful and brutish, unafraid to clamp their teeth around fragile skin. Cats are more calm and withdrawn, hissing when provoked.
In a way, that’s the dynamic he and Suho have. Yet, here they are—the portrait of a cat offering its primly groomed paw to that of an overexcitable dog wagging its tail.
“It’ll be awkward if you leave me by myself,” Sieun huffs. His heart stutters in his chest the moment Suho’s hand drifts down to lock their fingers together. “I don’t know anyone here.”
“You know me,” Suho murmurs. He’s so kind, and for what? If there existed an embodiment of selflessness, Sieun is sure that it would be Suho. “I’ll stay by your side the entire night, if you’ll let me.”
“Even if you get sick of me?” Sieun asks.
“I should be the one asking that, Sieun-ah. I have a hard time keeping my distance, you know this.”
Suho — gangly limbs, puppy eyes, childlike clinginess. Yeah, Sieun knows. Most of the time, Suho will catch himself being too invasive of Sieun’s space and quickly recede before he does it all over again. At first, it was annoying, but Sieun has since gotten used to it.
On the inside, he’s begging Suho to cling to him more than ever before. To pay attention to nobody but him. For every second he spends looking at someone else, he has to devote another two seconds to Sieun.
Cats can be clingy, too.
“You don’t have to worry,” Sieun mumbles, and that’s all Suho needs.
With every step taken to the living room, Sieun feels his jitters settle in further. When they reach the entryway, he realizes he may be over-exaggerating a bit. The crowd is decently sized, but nothing like the mass Sieun originally pictured. Some of them are looking at him and Suho though, and that has him itching to tug at his skirt again.
He wonders what the two of them look like. A dog and a cat. Holding hands as they walk down the stairs. Do they look like a couple, is that it? He shoots an anxious glance to the back of Suho’s head. Is there also a tangle of worried thoughts inside there, overthinking how they must appear to others?
Probably not. If anything, Suho doesn’t have to think these thoughts because Sieun is a friend. Sure, they may be closer than Suho is to any of his other friends, but they're still just friends at the end of the day. It's only Sieun plagued by these concerns.
They go to the kitchen first so Sieun can occupy his free hand with a water. The other is still stolen by Suho’s grasp, even as Suho begins to introduce him to some of his friends. Most of them are as equally outgoing and friendly as Suho is. With enthused greetings, they welcome Sieun into conversation easily. Although Sieun doesn’t have much to contribute, he finds it intriguing enough to listen to them talk.
One friend dressed as a zombie, Humin, does appear to be a bit too fond of alcohol however, and his speech veers off into incomprehensible slurs. Unexpected touches often leave Sieun coiled up like a snake, so when Humin stumbles forward and tries to balance himself with a hand on Sieun’s shoulder, he takes a hurried step away. Suho stabilizes Sieun by putting a hand on his lower back. The touch causes warmth to flare all over his body.
Humin's vampire companion, Baekjin, politely drags Humin to the spot next to him.
Sieun waits for Suho to move his hand. It rests just above where his tail is clipped to the skirt. A couple of his fingers brush the slip of skin left between the jumper and skirt. Goosebumps run down Sieun’s spine. He briefly tenses up when Suho moves his hand so that the base of the tail is caught between the ‘V’ of his index and middle finger. His fingertips gently prod against Sieun’s ass.
“Sorry, he gets a bit too excited. I'll make sure he doesn't bother you again," Baekjin says, looking at Sieun apologetically.
It’s alright, Sieun says as much. Still, Suho leans down a little while after, when the other two are preoccupied in their own whispered conversation. His lips brush against the shell of Sieun’s ear.
Whether it’s purposeful or not is of little importance to Sieun, not when all his focus shifts to what if he kissed me here, his lips are soft and what if he kissed me on mine – mine are chapped and bleed when I bite them too hard. What if he bit them—
“Are you okay?” Suho asks him. Hushed and under the radar, meant only for them. His thumb rubs comforting circles over Sieun’s waist, directly onto that dreadful gap between fabric. If he were to press hard enough, he’d surely feel the ripple of nerves beneath Sieun’s skin.
“I’m fine,” Sieun responds.
Over Suho’s close proximity, he’s not fine. In regards to everything else, he is. And he figures it isn’t the lack of space between them that Suho is asking about, so he doesn’t speak how he truthfully feels.
Suho's hand then squeezes his love handle, softly bulging over the skirt's waistband. The action tickles somewhat, makes him startle with an accidental laugh. His reaction gets a smirk out of Suho, poorly concealed by a lip bite that comes as quickly as it goes. So brief that Sieun wonders if he'd just imagined it.
"What was that for?" Sieun frowns, gently shoving at Suho's stomach. He tries not to linger on the firmness under Suho's thin shirt, forcing himself to retract his hand even though it would rather feel Suho up and down.
"Something looked off with my kitty. I was just making sure his reflexes were in check," Suho murmurs with an amused gleam in his eyes. He toys with the base of Sieun's fake cat tail.
Suho draws back from his tight-knit position on Sieun but keeps his arm fixed around Sieun's waist. Now that the warmth of his breath is no longer fanning across Sieun's cheek and jaw, Sieun should be able to recover properly, but all Sieun feels is the loss of closeness.
He shouldn't be so greedy. Pure luck alone is keeping Suho by his side at all tonight. He could be all alone, yet he still craves more. How much Suho spoils him has made him neglect being grateful for what he already has, instead constantly reaching for what he can't have.
As they maneuver around the apartment, Suho introduces Sieun to more friends. The pair across from them dressed as a duo Sieun recognizes from a popular anime Suho watches, Hyuntak and Juntae, seem nice enough, but it's as they're talking that overstimulation begins to itch at Sieun.
The loudness of the music becomes too much, the vibrations surge through him and cause his hands to grow sweaty as his heart starts to thump uncomfortably. In an attempt to distract himself, he tips his water up to drink. Another stranger abruptly bumps into him causing the last of his water to spill on himself. He looks at the dampened spot on his jumper with an irritated sigh.
Suho is there in an instant, cursing at whoever it was that passed by without even looking back to apologize. He takes the water bottle from Sieun's hand and takes his tie to dab at the wet spot on his jumper. "Sorry, Sieun-ah. Some of these people don't have any damn manners."
"It's okay, Suho-yah," Sieun mumbles.
"Should we go get you another water, hm? Hyung will go with you," Suho offers.
"I can go myself," Sieun says, already starting to walk away.
"But, Sieunnie, what if someone tries to talk to you?" Suho makes to trail after Sieun. He stops when Sieun stops.
"I think I'll live. Just stay here." Sieun's eyebrows furrow at the sight of Suho who looks so distraught, as if Sieun's just stepped on his tail. "I'll be right back."
It comes as a relief when Suho gives with a nod. "Right. If you see anyone staring – if anyone makes you uncomfortable, let me know. I'll beat them up for you."
With a noncommittal hum, Sieun continues on his path to the kitchen. Only for a moment does he turn around to check on Suho, make sure that he's actually staying where Sieun left him. He is, but Sieun nearly stutters in his tracks when noticing where Suho's eyes are glued to. The edges of his skirt, right where his ass attempts to peek out from.
Before Suho can see Sieun looking back at him, Sieun faces forward again and walks faster. A heavy breath is on his lips the moment he rounds the corner into the kitchen. He can feel his face heating up to an impossible degree.
Surely Suho was just making sure Sieun wasn't showing anything he shouldn't have been. He would never check Sieun out. Not like that. But…most times he sees Sieun, he's wearing baggy jeans and his usual grey hoodie. On the occasions Sieun can be found in shorts and a shirt, Suho does seem to be a bit touchier those days.
Maybe there's no correlation. But what if. Does that make Suho a pervert if he likes when Sieun's showing a little extra skin? Does that make Sieun a pervert for kind of liking the extra attention?
If Sieun happened to pull his skirt up a little bit higher, What's underneath on display just for Suho, would Suho touch him there, too?
Stop thinking about it. Suho wouldn't — he doesn't want you like that. Sieun quells the sliver of hope down.
There's very few people in the kitchen, but Sieun still presses his front to the counter as he scrounges around for a flavor packet to pour in his water. If he can just hurry, the sooner he can return to Suho, and hopefully bid an early goodnight not much longer afterwards so he can retreat to his room for the remainder of the night and get out of this stupid costume.
Tomorrow, he'll go back to wearing his normal clothes that leave everything to the imagination, and he won't have to feel the weight of everyone's stares on him.
There's a flicker of movement in his peripheral that his focus hesitantly drifts to, and he finds a man much taller than him standing not too far away. The only thing that disrupts the immersion of his rugged pirate costume is the pair of thick-rimmed glasses rested on his nose.
He doesn't say hello, just tips his pirate hat to Sieun then smirks as he shoots a wink Sieun's way. His gaze proceeds to practically eat Sieun up from top to bottom, but not in the way Sieun liked when Suho did it earlier. No, the attention from this stranger sends chills down his spine, and not the good kind.
Alarmed, Sieun looks around to see if anyone else is watching them. There's only three other people in the room, and none of them could care less about the way Sieun is being grossly undressed by a pair of invasive eyes.
He really should've just let Suho come with him.
Sieun sighs and looks back at the stranger. Gulping down his nerves, he asks, "Can I help you?"
"I don't know, can you?" The pirate asks him, biting his lip. Apparently Sieun's irked attitude only attracted him more.
The counter presses into Sieun's abdomen even more as a body comes up behind his, arms bracketing his frame on both sides. Suho's hands grip the edge of the counter as he leans in to prop his chin on Sieun's shoulder. Their faces are so close, so so close, with Sieun's turned to the side and Suho looking right at him.
Sieun's lips part around a gasp. If he adjusted his angle just slightly, their lips could touch. Suho's never been this close—Sieun's never felt his breath against his mouth. It smells like alcohol and the slightest hint of cinnamon gum and it should be gross but all Sieun wants is a taste. It could become his favorite flavor, he's sure of it.
Before Sieun can pull away, Suho rests his cheek on Sieun's shoulder so that he's now eyeing the pirate guy as well.
"Ah, Sieunnie, I was wondering what was taking you so long," Suho says in a whiney tone. There's annoyance in there too, but it's not as if Suho is trying to hide it. He seems just as bothered by pirate guy's presence as Sieun. "But I see you've met Seongje-ssi. Funny, I wasn't aware we had invited you."
"Well, I never received a formal invite." Seongje shrugs cooly. "I assumed it got lost in the mail."
"Hah," Suho chuckles fakely, prodding his tongue in his cheek. "What doesn't exist can't go missing."
Seongje wears an amused expression, but Sieun catches the irritation buried underneath. Just when Sieun thinks Seongje is about to finally give up and leave, he looks back at Sieun, and dread fills Sieun's gut all over again.
"Nice to meet you, Sieunnie," says Seongje, and the greeting sounds so slimy coming from him. "I was about to ask if you wanted something a little more exciting to drink instead of whatever this buzzkill's giving you." Seongje glances at Suho when he says 'buzzkill', and Sieun's mood sours.
Instinctively, Sieun presses back into the protective shield that is Suho's body. He feels Suho's arms close further in on him. Even if Seongje tried, there's no breaking past Suho's walls. He's a firm and steady force that softens only for the people closest to him, and for Sieun especially, he crumbles.
"I'm fine with water, Seongje-ssi," Sieun tells Seongje, feeling more uncomfortable by the grin Seongje flashes him.
"See? You heard him. He's doing just fine." Suho lifts his head again, and Sieun catches a brief side glimpse of the serious look on Suho's face. His jaw is clenched, with an edge violent enough to cut into the most solid of surfaces. "The exit's to your left once you leave the kitchen."
"Prissy feline and possessive mutt," Seongje points out with a more apparent sourness in his tone, gesturing to their fluffy headbands. "Perfect for each other."
Seongje leaves the room without further persistence. He's given up on his luck with Sieun and will likely find someone else to bother just as easily. Not that it really matters to Sieun though, just as long as it's not him. Yeongi's costume for him didn't involve claws, but Sieun would scratch with or without sharpened nails, although he'd much rather not have to.
"I can't fucking stand that guy," Suho mutters from behind, still pressed up against Sieun even though there's no need for it anymore. Suddenly, his demeanor shifts from intimidating to doting. His concerned gaze searches Sieun's expression for anything wrong. "Are you alright, Sieun-ah?"
Hands cup Sieun's face, squishing his cheeks together and making his mouth pucker up. He can't speak coherently with his face all scrunched up by Suho's frenzied touch. Even if he were to confirm that he's okay, Suho would still not be appeased. He'll have to prod and pry until he can see for himself that Sieun is as Sieun should be.
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised he found out about the party. Seongje always knows everything," Suho sighs. Now one of his hands is in Sieun's hair, tidying up strands that were never out of place to begin with. His touch is gentle now, as if he's trying to keep stray kitty Sieun from startling and jerking away. "Should know better than to mess with my Sieunnie, though. Did he bother you too much? Just say the word and hyung will take care of him."
Stupidly, Sieun's heart flutters at 'my Sieunnie'. All of it is getting to Sieun. The hands petting him, threading through his hair. How Suho's eyes linger on him with such care. As if a single speck is out of place, then there will be hell to pay.
It makes Sieun feel like he actually belongs to Suho in a romantic way, not just a friendly way.
"Suho-yah," Sieun mumbles now that only one of his cheeks is being rubbed affectionately by Suho's thumb. "I'm fine. He was annoying, but that's all."
"Hm."
Suho cards his fingers through the hair at the back of Sieun's head. He scratches there, and Sieun unintentionally closes his eyes. It feels too good. Then Suho's fingers trail to one of the cat ears. He scratches there too, even though Sieun can't feel it.
If Sieun really were a cat, or a hybrid of one, he just knows that this would feel amazing. Suho is always good and gentle to what he loves. He'd learn every little thing that Sieun likes just to draw continuous purrs out of him.
When Sieun opens his eyes, Suho is smiling fondly at him. He flicks his finger across the cat ear. "Seongje wouldn't be able to handle a cat anyway."
"And you can?" Sieun raises his eyebrow.
"Of course I can." Suho smiles at him, bringing a hand up to his own headband and toying with one of the dog ears. "I'm an animal too, kitty. Who better than me?"
A smug looks accompanies the comment, but not in a sleazy manner. No, it radiates a kind of suave confidence that only someone like Ahn Suho can pull off. It just so happens that this is also the only kind of smugness that attracts Sieun.
Abruptly, Suho takes Sieun by the arms and turns him around so that their fronts are pressed together now instead. Sieun doesn't know where to put his hands now. The most appealing place looks to be Suho's chest. He knows it's solid and built under that baggy button up.
Perhaps it's a good thing that Suho still prefers to wear bigger clothes with lots of layers despite having a body that would look flattering with little to nothing adorning it. Not only does it – for the most part – prevent others from staring too much at Suho, it keeps Sieun from overheating in public.
There have only been a few times in which Sieun has accidentally walked into Suho while Suho was without a shirt. Those being when Suho had just come out from taking a shower or he was too hungry for breakfast to think about throwing on a shirt first.
On each occasion, Sieun had to quickly evacuate as to avoid soaking his boxers and becoming a flustered mess around Suho.
He's seen the subtle abs that Suho has developed through generous hours at the gym, and the taut pull of smooth skin across flawlessly defined shoulder blades. How much his arms thicken up when he does as little as reach up for a bowl on the top shelf.
Sieun could place his hands there too, on biceps that are too big for his palms to fully envelop. And yet, he doesn't. He doesn't allow himself that privilege because it's not his to exercise.
As fun as it has been getting to glue himself to Suho's side all night, having his unwavering attention and abundance of touch, Suho is not his. He is not Suho's.
There are limits to the pieces of himself that Sieun can give Suho. So Sieun settles his hands behind him on the counter. When Suho watches the action with what appears to be a brief flicker of disappointment, Sieun chalks it up to anything else.
"You're a puppy," Sieun says before the silence between them can stretch for too long. "We aren't supposed to get along."
Cutely, Suho's head tilts to the side. His bottom lip juts out in a small pout. "But, Sieun-ah, we aren't like other puppies and kitties. We were made for each other, don't you think?"
Both of his hands move down to Sieun's waist, right where his belly is left exposed. Something vicious and sweltering swirls inside him at the sight of Suho's hands encompassing him. His thumbs almost meet in the center, right over Sieun's belly button.
"I-I guess so." Sieun swallows thickly.
One of Suho's thumbs then rubs circles around his belly button. Suho smirks at Sieun, then glances down where his touch lingers. Sieun blinks at him in question, trying not to squeeze his thighs together.
All of his life, Sieun was so starved for touch. Since Suho came barreling into Sieun's bubble, Sieun's forgotten what that was like. In the beginning, it made him uncomfortable. Now, it makes him wet between the thighs and wobbly in the knees.
"So you agree?" Suho asks.
Hesitantly, Sieun nods. "You're my best friend, Suho."
"Hm, right," Suho hums. He's still watching his thumb trace those circles. Sieun is so close to telling him just to take a picture if he's so fascinated by Sieun's tummy. "Hey, kitty," says Suho.
"Yes?"
"Meow for me." Suho demands, taking then as his cue to return his focus to Sieun's face.
Sieun's eyes widen in shock. "Excuse me?"
"Come on, you heard me." Suho pulls Sieun into him, which isn't far because they'd already been close together. Sieun gulps when he realizes that Suho's crotch is level with his abdomen. Height difference is an amazingly dangerous thing. "Just give me one."
If Sieun thought this was a joke, he'd probably laugh. Except he can tell from the glint in Suho's eyes that he's being serious. He peeks around Suho to the other few people in the kitchen chatting with each other. They aren't paying attention to him and Suho; they have much better things to do, but Sieun needs an excuse.
"Suho, there's people nearby—"
"Aish, Sieunnie, they won't hear you," Suho whines, giving Sieun's waist a teasing squeeze to reign Sieun's attention back in. "Only hyung is here with you, alright?"
"This is so stupid," Sieun huffs. His hands clench around the edge of the counter. He looks up at Suho with an exasperated expression which is only met with Suho's anticipatory one. Taking a deep breath in, Sieun sighs before uttering out a quiet, "Meow."
While Sieun is stewing in embarrassment, Suho has the audacity to look so fucking pleased with himself. His tongue comes out to sweep across his bottom lip as he grins. He has to look away for a moment before facing Sieun again.
"Are you happy now?" Sieun scowls, his face growing increasingly red and hot.
"Woof," Suho responds enthusiastically.
And, oh, okay. That kind of does something to Sieun. How shamelessly Suho takes on the role of a puppy. If his tail were real, it would probably be wagging right now. Sieun begins to feel cheated in life, that Suho isn't actually half puppy. Maybe he'll just have to ask Suho to keep the ears and tail on all the time, bark a little more for him.
Sieun lifts one of his hands up to the top of Suho's head. He scratches at Suho's scalp for a moment before giving him a pat. "Suho-yah, you'll be a good puppy and not embarrass me anymore, won't you?"
Suho simply stares at him for a second. Then he throws his head back with a soft groan before tucking his face in the crook of Sieun's neck. His nose brushes against Sieun's skin, one of his most sensitive places. Pleasant goosebumps run across Sieun's upper body.
"Yeah, kitty, I'll be a good puppy for you," Suho murmurs. His smile can be felt just above Sieun's collarbone.
Sieun needs this to end before he becomes greedy for more.
"Let's go back out now," Sieun suggests, gently nudging Suho backwards with hands on his shoulders, although he refuses to budge. "You should enjoy the party more, not miss out because of me."
At this, Suho quits being stubborn and takes the step back that Sieun's been urging him to for the past minute. He's frowning at Sieun.
"I'm only enjoying this party because of you. I only enjoy anything we do because you're there with me," Suho tells him. The confession has Sieun's heart going 'badump! badump! badump!' in his chest to the point it hurts.
Panic surges through Sieun. The quiet kind that shows in subtle ticks and expressions. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and gnaws the already chapped skin, fingers grasping at Suho's shirt with too much force. If he lets go, he might lose the only anchor keeping him from saying something back that could ruin what he and Suho have.
"Don't say things like that, Suho-yah," Sieun tries to laugh it off, but Suho isn't having it.
"Why shouldn't I? It's the truth."
"It makes you sound crazy," Sieun says.
"That's what you do to me, Sieun." Suho's hold on him moves further up, beneath Sieun's jumper, grazing over the plump skin covering his ribs. He leans in closer, breath fanning across Sieun's face as he whispers, "You drive me crazy."
Sieun gasps. He tries leaning back, away from Suho, but Suho keeps him in place. His body stays crammed between the counter and Suho, now with one of Suho's legs slotted between his thighs. Heat simmers in his gut, his clit begins to throb even though Suho's thigh is just short of providing any stimulation to it.
Not that he would ride Suho's thigh when there's still other people in the room. But the opportunity is there. The thought of it is somewhat hot, in theory. Suho keeping him quiet while getting him off in the presence of other people.
He'd scold himself for thinking something so inappropriate involving his best friend if not for the look Suho is giving him. Eyes full of want and desire, boring down right at him.
"Suho, what're you doing?" Sieun tries closing his legs, getting Suho away from where he wants him most, only for Suho to bully his thighs apart more insistently.
"I don't want to go back to the party, Sieun-ah," Suho murmurs. One of his hands comes down, toying with the end of Sieun's skirt, knuckles brushing Sieun's thigh. The contact leaves Sieun feeling tingly.
"Then, what—"
"Let's go to my room, okay?" Suho looks to Sieun for permission to take him away.
When Sieun slowly nods, he flashes Sieun a soft smile. He withdraws from Sieun, but soon offers his hand to be held. Placing his hand in Suho's, Sieun allows himself to be lead out of the kitchen and back into the hallway where their night together began. Now, instead of Sieun going back to his room, he ends up in the one across from his: Suho's.
Sieun has been in here before, but not too often. Only to pop his head in when letting Suho know he's back from work or if he brought takeout home for dinner. He tried not to make a habit of it because he knew he'd never want to leave if he did overstay his welcome.
It's always Suho coming into his room, or them hanging out in the living room together. Never this.
He looks around the room and thinks about how it's so inherently Suho, all around. Jerseys for his favorite sports teams pinned to the walls, alongside band posters and framed photos of Suho with all his friends. The chair at his gaming set up is junked up with clothes at the moment, his closet door won't shut because he has too many pairs of shoes piling out from it, and his bed is messily made. Not to mention, Suho's cologne is a faint yet pleasant scent within the four walls.
Sieun feels warm and cozy as he breathes it in. Hopes he doesn't appear too affected from being wholly enveloped by everything Suho when said boy turns around and faces him again. Their hands are still connected, and Suho doesn't seem to have any intentions of releasing him.
Almost quickly as the door shuts behind them, Suho is backing Sieun up into it. His hands come back to Sieun's face, one handling the underside of his jaw and chin while the other cups his cheek. He tilts Sieun's head side to side, as if he's surveying every square inch of Sieun.
Sieun tenderly wraps his fingers around Suho's wrist, the one connected to the hand on his cheek, and leans into his touch.
"You're so cute, Sieun," Suho says, and rubs the pad of his thumb over Sieun's bottom lip. "It's been hard to control myself since the first time I saw you."
"T-Tonight?" Sieun blinks in surprise.
Chuckling, Suho shakes his head. "Your little outfit's been testing my patience all night, but I mean since we first met." Whatever reaction Sieun has must be amusing to Suho because he laughs again. "That's right. It seems like the cat's gotten my tongue for a while now."
What Suho says is cheesy, Sieun knows it, but it turns him on so bad. Suho can be such a loser but Sieun has been falling for it since day one. Knowing that Suho has felt this way since the beginning yet was so patient for a moment like this to come — Sieun is just trembling with need for Suho.
Suho is the kind of guy who could have anyone he wants, and yet he wants Sieun. Grumpy, adorable, no-longer-stray kitty Sieun.
"I can say the same for a certain puppy," Sieun mumbles, and when his lips part, Suho takes advantage and slips his thumb past their borders.
Sieun happily welcomes Suho's finger in his mouth, closing his lips around it and pressing his tongue against it. His eyes maintain contact with Suho's, whose gaze suddenly darkens.
"I want you, Sieun-ah," Suho says, voice low and filled with rasp. "Do you want me too?"
"Always, Suho." Sieun tries his best, getting his words out with a finger pressing down on his tongue. "Always wanted you." He lets out a hushed moan when Suho's thumb slides further into his mouth.
"Really?" Suho's excitement is too sweet in contrast with what he's doing, how he's staring down Sieun like he's a hungry dog that's just been presented with a bone. "Say it again, kitty. Tell me."
"I-I want you – ah, Suho-yah," Sieun strains out, torn between proper enunciation and sucking on Suho's thumb.
"I know that already, baby. But I want to hear kitty speak, okay?"
It takes Sieun a moment to figure out what Suho is getting at. When it does occur to him, Sieun is a little reluctant. Well — he's extremely reluctant, but it's also for Suho, and right now, he'd do anything Suho asks of him just because it makes Suho happy which makes Sieun happy.
So, quietly, Sieun goes, "Meow."
And Suho is ecstatic, but it isn't enough for him. "Again. Louder. Use that mouth I know you've got."
"Meow," Sieun repeats, louder just as Suho asked.
His face feels as if it's on fire, humiliation burning in his core. Yet, simultaneously, he can feel his own wetness seeping into his underwear.
With a hum, Suho affectionately caresses Sieun's cheek. "Such an obedient kitty. Should've known when I took you in, all you wanted was to find someone who could turn you docile."
Sieun whines as he nods. Yes, maybe he just wanted a place to belong in, someone to belong to. He and Suho had a rough start in the beginning between throwing chairs and fists, then later shifting into something more soft, more tender. But for as long as Sieun had felt the need to keep his defenses up, he held out what had felt like foolish hope that Suho would be the one to put him at ease.
Needily, Sieun sucks on Suho's thumb a little harder.
He wonders how it would feel with something else rubbing against his tongue instead, teasing the back of his throat. Unfortunately, what he wants is still tucked away behind the zipper of Suho's shorts, but not as hidden as before. Suho's bulge drags against Sieun's belly, looking huge and filling. Sieun can already tell it would stuff him so good, is almost drooling for it.
Suho is obviously pleased with how frequently Sieun keeps trying to steal glances down at the tent in his shorts. The smirk on his face says enough.
Sieun's cunt is absolutely soaked when Suho's thigh grinds into it. A full body shudder wracks through him as the cotton of his panties provides friction against his clit. The nub is already so swollen and sensitive, he can feel it with each grind.
"I don't think I could've allowed you back out there." Suho nuzzles along Sieun's cheek, then ghosts his lips over the shell of his ear.
The loss of weight on Sieun's tongue is one he mourns the second Suho pulls his thumb out of his mouth. The slickened digit rubs over his mouth, wetting the plush surface. He kisses the pad of Suho's thumb before it moves away, and in turn receives a nibble to his ear lobe.
"Why not?" Sieun questions between breaths.
His arms hook around Suho's neck, hands clenching into the back of his shirt trying to bring him closer, and closer.
Tantalizing is the touch that Suho trails down the length of Sieun's body. Fingertips graze from his temple, down the slope of his side, across the span of his outer thigh. Suho's hand hooks around the underside of his knee, urging it to bend and wrap around his hip.
When Sieun complies, Suho's hand slides higher up on his thigh, until his fingers have breached the hem of Sieun's safety shorts. Twin gasps escape the two of them as Suho jostles Sieun into him, grinding Sieun's pussy harder into him and Suho's cock right above still rutting into his lower tummy.
"Too many people got to see you looking this cute," Suho complains. He draws back to give Sieun a view of the pout he's sporting. It shouldn't be allowed for him to look this adorable when he's got Sieun dripping on his leg. "I'm honestly jealous, Sieun-ah. I feel like this should've been for my eyes only."
"Possessive, much?" Sieun acts bothered by it, but he's really not.
He loves that Suho wants to gatekeep him from everyone else. Just thinking about Suho being either friends or acquaintances with most of the people outside is enough to make something ugly and bitter stir inside of Sieun. That many people having access to Suho just isn't fair.
But none of them get to see Suho like this, all red in the face, white-knuckled, a downright mess for Sieun.
"You have no idea," Suho says, transparent with desperation in the way he speaks. "There's just one piece of your costume missing, and it's the most important thing."
Sieun's brows knit together. As far as he is aware, Yeongi hadn't forgotten anything when throwing his costume together. "What is it?"
There's a wild look in Suho's eyes. It's so primal that it almost makes Sieun want to tilt his head up, bare his neck for Suho to drag his teeth against and clamp into. Before he can, Suho does it for him. The hand on his jaw cranes him back and readjusts so that it's properly around his neck now.
"A collar, right here." Suho's grip now presses in on either side of his neck, palm cupping the stretch of his throat like an accessory. "With my name on it, so that everyone knows who you belong to."
Sieun can't help it, the way he grinds into Suho's thigh then. A dirty moan on his lips as the angle catches him just right, pleasure shooting up his spine. "Will you b-buy me one? And I'll get one for you too, puppy. You're mine, too."
"Fuck, yeah, kitty, I will."
Suho dips his head and groans, using his hold on Sieun's thigh to help him move. Then he begins grinding too, humping Sieun's tummy like an eager puppy. His thigh is hot between both of Sieun's, and Sieun can tell when it begins to get damp with the slick that's leaked past all of Sieun's layers.
It's hard for Sieun to think straight when he's this turned on. He's never been this wet before, not even when he's spent hours rubbing his clit and fucking himself with his fingers to the thought of Suho. It doesn't compare to actually feeling some part of Suho against his pussy, and his large hands molding Sieun into place as he pleases with unforgiving force.
Suho hikes Sieun up more, slotting their bodies together a little more perfectly, because there's no such thing as an incompatible fit with them. The adjustment has Sieun up on his tippy toes with the leg not curled around Suho. It also puts Suho's cock under Sieun's cunt, each grind giving them direct stimulation.
"O-Oh my god, Suho – ngh, shit," Sieun whimpers, using what little leverage he has with his free leg to push himself forward. His hips work against Suho's, feeling Suho's cock rub over his pussy, and there's still too many layers between them.
"Hah, fuck, feels so good, baby." Suho is spiralling just as much as Sieun is. His face is scrunched with pleasure-centered focus. He gets both hands on Sieun's hips just to be able to fuck up into him faster, harder. "So good I could bark for you."
"Do it." Sieun demands, threading his fingers through Suho's hair to force his head up properly. He brings their foreheads together, both of them maintaining half-lidded eye contact through the narrow distance between them. "Bark for your kitty, Suho-yah."
Suho's mouth opens, and his breath is so hot as it mingles with Sieun's. It's all there—alcohol, cinnamon, and the sweetness of subtle submission as a, "Woof," falls from his plush lips.
Sieun wants to taste Suho, see if he's as addictive on his tongue as he is to his other senses.
So he does.
Sieun closes the distance between them and connects their lips, Suho's bottom one between his own. He's never kissed anyone before, so Sieun doesn't know what to expect. Stiffness, awkwardness, anything that comes with fumbling through a first kiss. Suho doesn't let that happen though.
A content sigh comes out of him as Suho eases him into the kiss. As expected, Suho's lips are soft and inviting, and it takes everything in Sieun not to push too much, to be so greedy. Suho holds Sieun tighter, closer, not telling Sieun but showing him how to move their mouths in sync. When Suho breathes, Sieun breathes.
Suho's lips part as he withdraws the slightest bit, then he dives in for more, kissing Sieun fervently. His tongue brushes against Sieun's top lip and silently urges him to open up. The first swipe of Suho's tongue against his, and he's a goner.
Sieun grapples for support in Suho's hair, but there's nothing that can keep him grounded now. If Suho is a cloud, then he's one that Sieun is floating on. He and Suho breathe each other in, tongues meeting in the middle, open-mouthed and spit stringing them together.
Years of wanting each other is packed into the messy way their mouths mold together. Always having existed closely together yet never crossing that gradually blurring line. Sieun cups Suho's cheek and brings him in impossibly close, feeling him so intimately just because he can, because now he's allowed to.
He gets Suho's lip between his teeth, tugging it gently, a quiet laugh escaping him as Suho groans in pleasure. His eyes flutter half open just to catch a glimpse of Suho's expression, only to find Suho already staring back at him. His gaze is hot and heavy, very telling of how this is going to progress.
Sieun releases Suho's lip with a whine when Suho fixes his hold on Sieun's hips and begins moving their lower bodies together again. Now they're kissing and grinding against each other, and all these pretty little noises spill out of Sieun like a waterfall.
It's too much. Sieun feels like he could explode and a puddle of melty, buttery softness would come out. That's what Suho reduces him to, pliant and gooey, eyes brimming with tears, and slick, trembling thighs.
It barely registers to Sieun, when Suho lifts his other leg around him, that Suho is carrying him to the bed now.
One moment his back is up against the wall and the next it's coming in contact with a cushy mattress. One that he's hopefully about to get fucked into.
Standing at the end of the bed is Suho, keeping his eyes glued to Sieun as he yanks the tie off and hurriedly unbuttons his shirt. Sieun props himself up on his elbows to watch. He swallows down a moan when Suho's torso is left bare, muscle and skin on display.
Suho removes every article of clothing except for his boxers. And the dog ears. The dog ears that should look childish on him and instead look incredibly attractive, because Suho just makes such a good puppy. Always obedient and attentive, looking out for Sieun.
Suho reaches for Sieun's boots and begins untying the laces. After Sieun's feet are free of boots and socks, he presses the sole of one of his feet against Suho's chest.
His toes curl and uncurl in delight, feeling tingly from heel to toe. He drags his foot down Suho's torso, intending to tease all the way down to the waistband of his boxers, but Suho grabs his ankle before he can get quite there.
"Do you like my body, Sieun-ah?" Suho asks, lifting Sieun's foot. He brushes his nose along the arch of it, then his lips, all while maintaining eye contact.
"I like all of you, Suho," Sieun exhales shakily.
He tries pulling his foot away. It tickles there. Suho knows he's ticklish on his feet, and yet he keeps bullying him.
Suho yanks Sieun down the mattress by his ankle and licks a stripe up the side of Sieun's foot. The sensation has Sieun torn between laughter and moaning, and what comes out is a combination of both. His other foot kicks at Suho, but Suho ignores it in favor of biting the ball of Sieun's foot.
It's dirty. Sieun's feet have been in thick socks and boots all night. They're sweaty, might not taste good at all, but Suho doesn't care. His thumb and pointer finger meet over Sieun's ankle bone and he drags his tongue from top to bottom, getting Sieun wet there too.
"P-Puppy, stop! That's gross!" Sieun protests. The sheets are all crumpled under his thrashing. Suho just laughs, planting a messy kiss to the center of his sole.
"But I like all of you too, even here—your cute feet," Suho says. "Wanna lick you everywhere. Can I?"
Slumping back on the bed, accepting defeat, Sieun looks up at Suho and, eventually, he nods.
The mattress dips under Suho's weight as he begins to crawl on top of it, over Sieun. His hands frame Sieun's head where his hair is fanned out like a halo. Like this, Sieun feels small. Suho is so big and broad that Sieun can't really see anything past him. He likes the feeling of Suho completely blanketing him.
Suho's hand goes above Sieun's head to toy with the fluffy kitten ears. "These really suit you. Hyung's little kitty, hm? Always hissing at others, but pliant all for me."
He leans down closer to Sieun, caressing the side of Sieun's face with his curled finger. In a whisper, he says, "I wonder, can I make my Sieunnie purr?"
If only Suho knew how unnecessary of the question that is. Entirely unaware of the affect he has on Sieun, of all that he could get Sieun to do for him with no convincing even needed. Just Suho being Suho is enough to get Sieun to do anything for him.
Suho sneaks his fingers into the waistband of Sieun's safety shorts. He shoots a brief look requesting permission, and when Sieun nods, Suho pulls the shorts off. Now there's nothing obstructing Suho's view of soaked, white panties under Sieun's skirt.
They're nothing special. Mere cheeky style cotton with small cherries printed on them. Sieun is kind of embarrassed about it. If he'd known he'd be losing his virginity to Suho tonight, he probably would've put on something a little more seductive.
But, apparently, Suho doesn't care. In fact, he seems plenty excited by Sieun's simplicity.
He lays down flat on his stomach between Sieun's legs, scrunching Sieun's skirt up to admire the panties. He stares as if Sieun is his first meal after days of starving. One rub of his fingers over Sieun's soaked pussy has Sieun squirming with a whine.
"S-Suho-yah," Sieun gasps when Suho rubs circles over where Sieun's hole hides beneath the cotton.
"You're really trying to kill hyung, aren't you? Everything about you is already cute, but then you wear these pretty little panties too?" Suho talks as if he's in his own dream world. "So sweet for me. Bet you taste it, too."
"Please," Sieun begs quietly, his voice higher in pitch than normal. He looks down at Suho, knowing his eyes are glossy with tears. "I need you."
He's unable to stop the way he circles his hips into Suho's fingers, wishing his panties weren't in the way, that he could just get some part of Suho inside him.
Biting his lip, Suho rises to his knees again. "Shit, I can't resist those eyes of yours, baby. How could I ever deny you of anything?"
Much to his relief, Suho is quick to get Sieun's panties off as well. He has Sieun lift his hips and bends his legs as needed, all gentlemanly with it in a way that makes Sieun's heart flutter.
Sieun expects the skirt to go too, but it doesn't. Suho keeps it rucked up above his hips, still present but out of the way. He's about to question why until he notices how Suho's eyes drift to his side, right where the cat tail lies parallel with Sieun's frame.
Ah. Of course.
It makes Sieun wish Suho could've kept his dog tail on, but he's better off without the shorts they were pinned to, anyway.
Suho lowers himself once again, this time throwing both of Sieun's legs over his shoulders when he does. He's got a front row view to the heat between Sieun's legs, and as nervous as Sieun may be to have Suho ravaging his pussy with his eyes, he's looking more forward to having Suho doing it with his mouth instead.
Fingers tap the tops of his thighs. Both of Suho's arms are curled around them, keeping him pinned in place.
"I've wanted to eat you out for the longest time," Suho murmurs. Only the upper half of his face is visible from where Sieun is laid back against the pillows. "Needed you on my mouth ages ago."
Sieun can't respond. He isn't given time to. Suho leans in and doesn't start slow, no, his mouth fully latches onto Sieun's cunt. His tongue runs over Sieun's folds and immediately swirls over his clit. He closes his lips some and then sucks on Sieun's clit before licking the underside again.
It feels – oh god, it feels euphoric. Sieun couldn't put it into words, even if he tried. It's nasty how eager Suho is, eating Sieun out with so much hunger behind each lick. He kisses Sieun's pussy with pure, filthy affection, then goes down until his mouth is sucking against Sieun's hole.
Sieun writhes left and right, one hand tousling Suho's hair and the other gripping the sheets. He wants Suho's tongue in, but all Suho does is lick around, teasingly dipping the tip of his tongue in just to pull away and suck on it again.
Then Sieun tempts his greed, the desperation coursing through him. He thrusts his hips up into Suho's mouth, getting Suho all over him. The glide is so extremely slick with spit and Sieun's wetness. But it feels good, has him bucking his hips up and down another time, and he lets out a debauched moan when Suho's lips close around his clit again, tongue flicking back and forth over it.
But it's not where Sieun wants him – not where he needs him. His hips jolt up again, Suho's mouth back on his entrance, nose close to his clit. Suho swipes his tongue over Sieun's hole again, and just when Sieun thinks one more thrust will get Suho's tongue in him, Suho tightens his hold on his thighs and prevents him from moving anymore.
"N-No," Sieun whines, trying so hard to move, but he can't. Suho is too strong, too big. Too much of everything that Sieun is just no match against him. He's forced to take what Suho gives him and nothing more, nothing less. "Suho-yah, p-please!"
The tears that had previously been forming in Sieun's eyes are now falling, dripping from his chin to his collarbones and soaking his jumper collar.
Suho looks up at Sieun dazedly. If Sieun didn't know any better, he'd say Suho is drunk. And he may be; not from alcohol, but Sieun's pussy. The idea turns Sieun on even more, so much so that his body spasms with pleasure.
"Nngh, puppy," Sieun sobs, tightening his grip on Suho's locks. "You're getting me so wet."
Suho groans into Sieun's pussy, sending vibrations from between his thighs to the top of his spine. His mouth makes all kinds of nasty sounds as it laves over Sieun's cunt, but even dirtier is the moan that Sieun releases upon finally feeling Suho's tongue enter him, licking along his ridges and curling in all the right places.
Suho completely devours Sieun. He fucks Sieun's hole with his tongue, drawing the most obscene sounds out of him. While he's occupied with eating Sieun out, he rubs circles on Sieun's clit with his fingers, not too rough or slow, just in time with his mouth.
"Oh s-shit, I'm gonna— Suho, I can't—" Sieun chokes out. Despite Suho's stronghold, Sieun's thighs break free and squeeze Suho's head between them tightly. His heels dig into Suho's back and his toes curl. He has to be suffocating Suho, but Sieun can't stop.
Heat doesn't just swim in his belly, it crashes into him like waves. He pulls Suho in by his hair, burying Suho in his pussy and practically riding his face.
"You're gonna make me cum," Sieun cries, chasing the orgasm that he's on the brink of. And Suho keeps playing with his clit, keeps fucking his cunt with his tongue so eagerly, groaning when Sieun's thighs tighten just a little bit more. "Yes, yes, yes—oh fuck, Suho-yah – I'm cumming!"
Sieun's whole body quakes with his orgasm. His back arches off the bed, every muscle inside him pulls taut. He thinks his vision may even go white, but he's so out of it that he doesn't comprehend anything other than how good he feels.
Suho keeps licking him throughout his entire orgasm, well into when oversensitivity takes over and Sieun starts to twitch with each touch to his clit. Only when Sieun whimpers in pain does Suho take his fingers away and withdraw his tongue.
When Suho comes off, it's with a final indulgent lick through Sieun's folds and a chaste kiss pressed to his clit.
Sieun's eyes flutter open as Suho crawls over him again. There's a grin on Suho's face, accented by Sieun's wetness glistening all over his mouth and chin.
He doesn't even try to push Suho when he bends down for a sloppy kiss. He can taste himself on Suho's tongue and can smell himself too, but it doesn't gross Sieun out like he imagined it would. Rather, it excites him.
"Taste yourself, baby. It's all you," Suho says between kisses. He sticks his tongue out for Sieun, some spit even dripping from the tip onto Sieun's jumper, but neither of them care.
Sieun leans in to lick Suho's tongue and makes a show of it, maintaining eye contact with Suho as he drags the muscle slowly along Suho's. He hums in contentment once his head lands back on the pillow.
"You're dirty, puppy," Sieun teases, poking his finger into Suho's chest.
"Woof," Suho says in response, biting Sieun's chin and getting a giggle out of him.
The laughter bubbling in Sieun's throat hitches midway when Suho's hand comes back to his pussy all of a sudden, two fingers sinking into him without warning. The stretch comes easily with how much Suho loosened him up earlier, but he's still sensitive and Suho's fingers are curling and dragging and—
"Hhngh, I can't, please, Suho, a-ah," Sieun garbles out, weakly hitting at Suho's chest.
Suho keeps smiling at him as he pulls his fingers all the way out before slamming them back in. He gets Sieun's cunt squelching, working his wrist vigorously and rubbing Sieun's walls in all the right ways.
"Gotta make sure you can take me. Play nice, okay? Don't start pawing at me now."
Suho kisses Sieun's temple and crooks his fingers again, as far as they can reach inside of Sieun. The action causes Sieun to whine, which is quickly swallowed by Suho's mouth. Finally, his fingers pull out of Sieun, but now he feels too empty. His thighs continue to twitch as his hole clenches around nothing.
He watches as Suho tucks his fingers into his boxers, methodical as he pushes them down his legs and kicks them off his ankles. Suho's cock hits his stomach when its freed from his boxers, already flushed and beading with precum. Sieun salivates at the sight of it, has to swallow all of it down. Suho is long, thick, and there's just no way he's going to fit inside Sieun.
Suho hovers over Sieun again and his cock drags over the plump span of his stomach. It slips beneath the folds of Sieun's skirt, and the head snags under the waistband. A surprised gasp comes from Sieun as Suho fucks into the snug gap between the skirt and his stomach.
His cock is a sight as it peaks through the skirt and disappears again, then comes back. The weight of it is heavy on Sieun's front.
Sieun is almost in tears with the need to have Suho inside him again. It's not fair that it's so close, yet not where he wants it. Suho's precum spreads all over his belly button from where Suho is still rubbing against him, and Sieun cups his hand around the head of Suho's cock and teases his thumb over the slit.
At this, Suho groans and his hips stutter in their movements.
"Puppy," Sieun huffs, growing impatient. When Suho looks at him, he stretches his arms over his head in a silent command.
Luckily, Suho understands. He rids Sieun of his jumper, and with one last tug to Sieun's fake cat tail, peels the skirt off of him too. Sieun feels much better without the layers separating their bodies, and knows Suho thinks the same.
Suho runs his hands all over Sieun's body, his expression filled with so much awe that it makes Sieun feel shy. He's already had Suho's hands in his mouth and pussy, yet this is what makes him squirm the most.
"Have I mentioned how sexy you look tonight, Sieun-ah?" Suho marvels. His hand braces over Sieun's stomach, fingers digging in where most of Sieun's weight settles. "So fucking beautiful, it's insane. I can't get enough of you."
"You can have me," Sieun tells him, spreading his legs wider. "Please, take me." He grabs Suho's cock by the base and guides it to his entrance.
The ache comes the second Suho begins to slip inside. He's much bigger than just two of his fingers, especially for someone who's never done this before. Yet it's a discomfort that Sieun welcomes, wanting to feel it consume him until Suho is all the way in.
"Fuck, Sieun," he grits out, grasping at Sieun's waist, his hips, his thighs, everywhere. "I didn't — didn't want to rush you. Was gonna take it slow." He's trying to hold back. Sieun doesn't want him to hold back.
Locking his ankles behind Suho's back, Sieun forces him in closer. Suho makes a sound of surprise as he stumbles forward on his knees and, as a result, fucks all the way into Sieun in one bountiful thrust.
The two of them arch into each other once Suho has bottomed out. Sieun claws at Suho's shoulders, holding onto whatever he can as he adjusts. Suho's cock fills him up so good, so hot. Not a single part of Sieun is left empty. It's like Suho is up in his guts. Every thought in his head is just a repetition of Suho's name, how smooth and defined his body feels, how good Sieun's pussy hurts because of his thickness.
"You wanted to make me purr, didn't you?" Sieun asks, nails dragging down Suho's chest. He squeezes his thighs around Suho's hips. "Then fuck me, Suho-yah."
This is how the final resolve of Ahn Suho shatters.
Suddenly, Sieun is maneuvered around so that his knees are bent by either side of his head, pinned there by Suho's arms, and Suho pressed so close up against him that his hips are lifted up from the mattress. A mating press. Suho has him trapped in a mating press.
"I'll make you do a whole lot more than purr, Sieun-ah," Suho grunts.
His hips draw back. Sieun feels his cock slide out almost all the way, except for the head. The breath gets knocked out of him when Suho rams back into him to the very hilt.
Suho gives him no reprieve between thrusts. He slides out then fucks back into him again, even more brutally than the time before. It's so relentless that Sieun has to brace his hands against the headboard to keep from bumping into it with each thrust.
"M'so — ah, so full, puppy, nngh," Sieun slurs out, already feeling delirious.
This is how it feels to be wholly consumed by Suho, what he's wanted for almost as long as he's known Suho. He began to tell himself that he'd never get to have this one thing. That having Suho as his best friend was lucky enough, and to want anything more was too much. Now he has Suho closer than he's ever been, and Sieun feels like he's sparking at the fucking fingertips with electricity.
His hands grab at Suho's arms as he's pounded into the mattress, bed squeaking with every rough thrust. He knows people outside are bound to hear them if they get too close to the hallway. Knows that the music can't drown out his every moan and cry. No matter how hard he tries to quiet himself down, Suho's cock drags against his walls so hot and wet, makes him cry out for more.
Suho crowds in on him, pressing their fronts together and folding Sieun further in half. He increases the speed of his thrusts, filling the room with the sound of their skin slapping together and heated breathing.
Sieun is crying again, can't not when Suho is practically plunging into his cervix each time he fucks him, reaching so deep that Sieun barely has room to breathe.
He watches Suho's expression while sunken in Sieun's tight warmth. How his eyebrows are furrowed, the corner of his lip taken between his teeth, his gaze burrowing right into Sieun with such intensity. It really puts Sieun on the spot – this unwavering focus. He loops his arms around Suho's neck and brings their lips together, something open-mouthed and not quite a kiss, but all they can muster between their desperate moans.
"Taking me so well, baby," Suho rasps out, teeth grazing the corner of Sieun's mouth.
He bends Sieun a little more, really testing how far he can push Sieun. It stings, the stretch in his thighs, his suspended hips being pounded into. His body wants to reject it, push Suho away so that it can return to it's usual lax state, but Suho keeps pushing like an incessant dog. Sieun sobs as Suho circles his hips, grinding deep into Sieun and following it with short, quick thrusts angled up into his cunt.
He'll be good for Suho, he has to be. He'll take his cock so well, he'll bend however Suho wants him to, like a good kitty. A kitty that submits, a kitty that purrs.
"F-Fuh—ah, ah, meow," Sieun babbles mindlessly. He fucks his hips up into Suho's moaning incontrollably when Suho snaps his hips forward at the same time.
"Wha—" Suho's eyes widen down at Sieun. "Holy shit, Sieun," he gasps, fucking into Sieun harder, digging his fingers into Sieun's waist with pressure that's bound to bruise. "Did I fuck you dumb, kitty?"
Whining, Sieun bucks up into Suho's thrusts again and continues uttering a litany of meows and Suho, yes, right there! Suho laughs at him, deep and guttural, just as wrecked. There's a dark haze behind his eyes as he keeps fucking Sieun. His cock had already been driving into Sieun violently, but somehow, he begins fucking Sieun even faster, and not even Sieun's hands can stop him from banging into the headboard.
If Sieun were to look down right now, he's sure he'd see an outline of Suho in his stomach. That's where it feels like he is, rearranging his insides to fit around his cock.
"More," Sieun moans, taking one of Suho's wrists and moving it to his abdomen. Suho gets the memo and presses down, right on the spot where it feels like his cock is drilling into. "Yes, l-like that, hmm!"
"If - if we really were animals, what do you think would happen—" Suho lowers his hand some, to Sieun's pussy. His thumb grazes Sieun's clit, then gently flicks it. He licks a stripe along Sieun's jaw when Sieun cries out. "Would our babies be puppies, or kittens, Sieun-ah?"
"Fuck, S-Suho, oh my god, I-I'm going to—!"
The words that just came out of Suho's mouth and the next snap of his hips paired with the circles being rubbed on Sieun's clit brings Sieun to his second orgasm very quickly. His lips part as another sob erupts from him. His body trembles heavily as it wracks through him, pussy clenching around Suho's cock while Suho continues to fuck him.
Suho's thrusts become sloppy, an indication that he's close too. Sieun feels himself fluttering around Suho, and he whimpers with each thrust. What felt amazing not too long ago now makes Sieun twitch in pain, even more sensitive now that he's cum twice tonight.
But still, he ruts up into Suho, purposely tightening around him, relishing in the ruined sounds Suho's releasing against his jaw.
Cupping Suho's cheek, Sieun tilts his head so that his mouth is against Suho's ear. "Cum for me, puppy, please," he begs, wanting to be filled even more.
"Yes – yeah, I'm gonna cum," Suho groans. "Fuck, fuck."
With a string of curses on his lips, Suho fucks into Sieun a few more times before cumming inside him. The warmth that floods inside Sieun brings a dopey smile to his face. He feels it coating his insides, leaking out of him because there's no room alongside Suho's thick cock.
It's as if Suho marked him as his own. He truly does belong to Suho.
"Wow, Sieun-ah. You're smiling. Was I that good?" Suho asks, a mixture of smug and delighted. His tail would definitely be wagging right now.
"Something like that," Sieun teases.
All of Suho's cum spills out onto the sheets when Suho pulls out. It's a messy affair trying to clean up when they can't go to a bathroom without risking being seen by the people still in their apartment. While the two of them were tangled in the sheets, the outside world was still spinning as usual.
Suho uses one of his lesser worn shirts to clean Sieun up, and whatever cum hadn't dripped from Sieun's cunt, Suho may or may not use his fingers and tongue to clean up instead, and get another orgasm out of him in the process. Once Sieun gathers enough strength back in his legs, he helps Suho change out the sheets.
When Sieun slips back into the bed, now clothed in Suho's pajamas, it's with Suho curled around him as the big spoon. Sieun snuggles back into him, feeling fuzzy and content. Just when he thinks Suho has fallen asleep and is about to drift off himself, Suho breaks the silence.
"I know we kinda did this out of order, but, uh, would you like to go on a date with me, sometime?" Even though Suho just railed Sieun within an inch of his life, he still sounds nervous. How cute. Suho is so cute. "And, maybe, be my boyfriend too?"
Sieun places his hand over Suho's where it rests against his stomach. He gives it a squeeze. "M'kay," Sieun hums. "Let's do it tomorrow."
Behind him, he thinks he hears Suho whisper 'thank god,' and smiles to himself.
If he'd known all it would take is Yeongi's sorry excuse of a cat costume to make Suho his, then maybe he would've let her dress him up a lot sooner.