Work Text:
If someone ever asks Sungho what it’s like to live with a cat hybrid, he’d have one word at the tip of his tongue: weird.
Honestly, Sungho should’ve expected to be faced with this situation from the moment Jaehyun excitedly said that he knew someone that was available to split the rent and the place when Sungho’s past roommate decided to dip out because he was tired of his clean freak persona – which is a very dramatic statement in Sungho’s opinion, it’s not like he’s obsessed with cleaning the whole house daily, he just likes his apartment to look like a liveable place and not a dumpster. It’s obvious that Jaehyun, being a hybrid and all, would bring another hybrid to Sungho’s life.
Han Taesan is, for lack of better words, weird. But not the bad kind of weird, something in the middle of it, which makes no sense when Sungho thinks about it but he can’t think of anything else to describe the cat hybrid. Their first meeting, with Jaehyun as mediator in one of those cafes that only cat hybrids can work and most patrons are kinky perverts, was weird enough to have Sungho promising he’ll never step foot in one of those places again. But Taesan was very polite as he understood Sungho’s conditions, gave a few of his own and was desperate to move in as soon as possible.
Sungho is fine with living with a hybrid. If he had to put himself in some category when it comes to hybrids, he’d say he’s alright with it. He doesn’t hold any prejudice like the old folks that talk about human supremacy and want hybrids to be only evolved pets, nor does he have strange fantasies about owning one and treating it like something made to satisfy his needs. Sungho could say that he doesn’t care about them, it doesn’t matter to him if someone has ears or tails or any other animal characteristics. If he cared, he wouldn’t be friends with Jaehyun and Leehan in the first place.
Two months living together were enough for Sungho to deem Taesan better than any other roommate he had in his life ever since starting college. Taesan has good manners and showers daily, which took Sungho by surprise because he thought cat hybrids would only take licking baths like any other cat, he washes the dishes when he sees them on the sink and doesn’t leave his dirty clothes scattered around the bathroom. And the cherry on top: he doesn’t complain about Sungho’s Sunday house cleaning routine.
But Taesan is kind of messy in his own ways. He rubs his scent on everything in the house, even Sungho’s coats that he leaves in the hanger, and there’s cherry-red fur in the bean bag close to the window where Taesan sits every morning and dozes off while sunbathing. His tail is fluffy and swishes constantly, which means fur everywhere, but he brooms the house every night so Sungho isn’t complaining. And when he eats the food Sungho cooks when he has time to use the kitchen for its right purpose, he digs in with his bare hands and purrs quietly when he thinks Sungho isn’t paying attention, a content smile on his lips.
Moments like this, while he pretends to be focused on his phone while hanging next to Taesan, makes Sungho realize that even though he’s a man, he is also a cat… in some way. A cat in the body of a six foot man that wears band t-shirts and has cherry-blood hair, but still a cat overall. If Taesan wasn’t so weird and more of a hermit than an actual college student working part-time at a cat hybrid café, Sungho would find him endearing all the time.
Taesan spends more time in his room than anywhere else, which isn’t bad. Blasting his punk-rock music in the loudest of volumes, something that is bad. And he doesn’t like holding conversations for too long, which isn’t bad but it’s bad for someone like Sungho, who likes to talk all the time. In two months, he learned the patterns of Taesan’s personality and that made him realize how close to a real cat he is compared to other cat hybrids Sungho met.
Nowadays, he’s grateful for all the knowledge he gathered while taking care of Simba before leaving for college.
A single rattle of the takeout bag is enough for Sungho to hear the sound of Taesan’s room door opening and his naked feet on the hardwood. Sungho picks up two glasses and sets them on the kitchen island, holding back a smile at the sight of Taesan’s ears pricked up, nose slightly twitching to gather the smell coming from the bag, eyes a little narrowed in Sungho’s direction.
“Hungry?” Sungho asks, and the answer comes in a shy nod as Taesan helps by picking up the glasses and putting it above the table. Sungho takes the bag and moves it to the table, taking out fries and the two fish sandwiches he thought would be to Taesan’s taste – Jaehyun would probably scold him for his stereotypical mindset of thinking that all cat hybrids like fish. “I said I would cook this week, but I didn’t find time to go buy groceries after work.”
“I could’ve gone if you asked me,” Taesan says, picking up the wrapper, a grin with sharp canines showing up as fast as it goes away. Looking at the younger, Sungho can almost picture the whiskers and the twitch of his nose as he inhales the food.
“I know, I just–”
And Sungho doesn’t really know what to say. Sure, he could’ve asked Taesan to go to the store and buy a few vegetables and meat, but wouldn’t that be weird? They’re only roommates, his chats with Taesan on his phone are mostly quick messages about going home late or not going at all. He never even held a conversation with the younger for more than a few minutes or talked about anything other than house-related stuff.
“Next time, send me a text and I’ll buy whatever you want to cook,” he says, probably sensing how speechless Sungho feels right now. “We can even cook together, hyung .”
It’s the first time Taesan calls him that, and it’s the first time Taesan offers to do something together, and it’s the first time he purrs quietly while eating without trying to hide it afterwards. Sungho smiles and warily starts a conversation about what Taesan likes to eat and how he can cook it whenever the younger feels like eating it.
Sungho has the feeling that they’re going to be good friends from that night onwards.
Becoming friends with Taesan comes as easily as sharing a meal at nights or spending time in the living room together on the weekends – Sungho lazing around in his phone and Taesan sitting in the bean bag, sunbathing with a book in his hand. Sungho doesn’t even notice when Taesan becomes a constant presence in his life outside of their home, how he’s present in the conversations even if he’s not around, how he’s in the back of Sungho’s mind when he finishes classes or work, how his scent and fur lingers in Sungho’s coats to the point that his hybrid friends and coworkers ask him about it or look at him with wiggling eyebrows that scream teasing. Sungho finds himself smiling at the thought of how close he and Taesan had become, to the point that sometimes he even forgets the younger is a hybrid.
In the confines of their home, it’s so easy to forget how different they actually are. It doesn’t bother him, it’s not unusual for him to forget that small difference between Taesan and him, or even his best friends and him. Taesan acts like a human most of the time, until Sungho catches him batting at his own tail, or chasing dust mites, or playing with his food as if he’s a predator, or hissing at something he dislikes or purring while doing something he likes – still silently, still trying to hide it when he realizes Sungho is around and can hear it loud and clear.
It’s a gentle reminder that even if Taesan looks seemingly human, he’s still a hybrid. The same way Jaehyun is a hybrid, the same way Leehan is a hybrid. Sungho has been friends with both for almost his whole life, but he never lived with any of them. Being friends with a hybrid it’s different from living with one.
And that’s when Taesan weirdness comes around because he acts like a tsundere half of the time and Sungho has never been friends with a cat hybrid to know if that is something common – Jaehyun is a dog hybrid, he’s way too caring and clingy; and Leehan is a bunny hybrid, he’s not one to initiate things but he likes to be clung at. Well, Sungho has learned how to treat them, but he doesn’t know how to do it with Taesan. Taesan, who hogs all the warm spots in the house. Taesan, who asks for ear rubs but hisses at Sungho if he initiates anything. Taesan, who often accidentally knocks things off the table with a swish of his tail. Taesan, who steals Sungho’s clothes and pretends not to, only to put it in the laundry basket with red fur all over it.
Sungho tries to be understanding, tries to not create chaos in the house by complaining about the third broken glass in less than four days or how his favorite sweater has been missing for a week already. Sometimes, they fight over those disagreements – strangely, Taesan is always the first one to apologize and tell Sungho that he’s trying to adjust to living with a human without being treated like an irrational creature. Taesan doesn’t talk about his past, and Sungho doesn’t push. Moments like this, makes Sungho realize that both of them are still walking in uncharted territory.
It’s just an adjustment period, Sungho just needs to learn how to live with a hybrid, he already knows how to be friends with one.
But two steps ahead feels like three steps behind when Taesan suddenly starts to avoid him.
The first time it happens, it could be considered a coincidence but Sungho already knows Taesan enough to know that the younger doesn’t do coincidences. He doesn’t even finish stepping into the house after class, suddenly hearing the clatter of Taesan hastily leaving the living room. His feet on the hardwood and the bang of his laptop charger falling to the ground before he runs to his room like a frightened animal. Sungho closes the door behind, takes his shoes and coat off before walking to Taesan’s door like a defeated soldier.
They had an argument the night before about something stupid, or at least Sungho thought it was stupid in the morning as he left for classes before Taesan was awake. It can’t be that big to the point that Taesan feels the need to avoid the older like the plague. Taesan never did that before, not even when they had arguments over serious stuff.
“Taesanie?” Sungho calls quietly, a little wary, a little unsure if he’ll even receive an answer in case Taesan is really angry with him.
“Yeah?” Comes the answer from the other side, slightly muffled by the door. Taesan doesn’t sound angry, just breathless from the hasty sprint back to his room. Sungho should feel calmer, but something about it still bothers him.
“Everything alright?”
“All chill, hyung,” Taesan replies, some ruffling and shuffling coming after his short answer. “I just had something I needed to do in my room.”
“You sure?” Sungho frowns at that. Taesan has never said such a thing before – but Sungho has never questioned him about such a thing either, so this is yet another uncharted territory between them.
“Yeah, don’t worry,” he says, voice sounding far as he probably roams around the room instead of being close to the door. “I cooked today, left you some in the microwave.”
“Oh, you didn’t wait for me?” Sungho tries not to sound sad. Ever since they went from roommates to friends, they always had dinner together. He could count on his fingers the times they weren’t able to eat together or one ate beforehand without telling the other first. It sounds a little foolish to be sad over such a thing, it’s not like Taesan has any obligation to wait for him.
It’s just that Sungho likes having dinner with Taesan, he likes sharing meals and talking about whatever. He never thought about what this part of their routine actually meant to Taesan.
“I was too hungry, sorry,” Taesan says, words lingering in the space between them. “Good night, hyung.”
More shuffling, music blasting at a low volume but high enough for Sungho to understand that Taesan doesn’t want to talk anymore. He laughs to himself, bitterly as he moves to the kitchen and takes the bowl of chapagetti with vegetables that Taesan probably cooked for them. Sungho sits by the table alone, and his mind can’t help conjuring up reasons behind Taesan hiding inside his room.
Honestly, it’s not like they know each other like the back of their hands. Taesan has been around for maybe five months now, and two of those, they were complete strangers and barely talked. Sungho knows the few things Taesan lets him know, the little habits and things he lets out during their conversations. It’s not like Sungho can come up with anything, and all the thoughts he has revolve around him doing something that got on Taesan’s nerves.
Sungho sighs and drops his chopsticks at the table, fishing his phone from his pants pocket and texting the only person that could possibly give him an answer when it comes to the mystery that is Han Taesan.
meongmeong
i have a question
you know taesan better than me
i came home and he was in the living room and out of nowhere he ran back to his room
any reason for that?
how the hell do you expect me to have an answer to that?
you’re the one sharing a house with him
but you’re his best friend
did he tell you something?
did i do something?
hyung why do u care so much?
you’ve never been like this with your other roommates
you know i hate bad energy in the house
it starts messing up with the balance and it’ll kill the plant ihanie gave me
bullshit, you dont even take care of that plant
taesanie hasnt told me anything
he says u r chill, a little annoying with cleaning but he thinks is good that you like to keep the place tidy
i dont understand then
maybe you caught him watching porn
and he got embarrassed
happened to me once
???
why your first thought is about something sexual
just bc you’re a dog hybrid, doesn’t mean you need to be a mutt too
its part of who i am
AWOOOOOOOO
but honestly, you do know that taesanie is just like us right?
he watches porn and jerks off
hes just a prude when it comes to talking abt it
im gonna text him, wait a sec
NO
LEAVE HIM ALONE
if hes doing it then let him do it
i was just worried that i did smth that made him angry n all
JAEHYUN DONT TEXT HIM FOR FUCKS SAKE
damn im not texting him
i was answering riwoo hyung
…
what type of porn do u think taesanie likes?
im not having this convo with u
and please stop being a mutt all the time!!!!
for the sake of riwoo’s sanity
you’d be surprised by how much he likes that im a mutt
especially in bed
I DONT WANT TO KNOW
GOOD NIGHT
Part of him regrets texting Jaehyun in the first place, but the other is sort of thankful that at least he hasn’t done anything. What if Taesan really rushed to his room because Sungho almost caught him watching porn in the living room? It’s not like he’ll judge Taesan or anything, everyone needs to wind down and relax in whatever way they find. It’d only be natural for Taesan, who’s not only a cat but also a human, to feel the need to jerk off sometimes. Now that he thinks about it, Sungho is kinda glad that Taesan had the decency of going to his room and sparing him from the sight of seeing him naked.
Not that Taesan is unappealing, visually speaking. Sungho isn’t stupid, he can totally acknowledge when someone is attractive, or handsome, or stupid fucking hot while being completely unaware of it – which is Taesan’s case. Taesan has a nice face, brown eyes that make him look adorable when he’s in a good mood and extremely attractive when he’s more serious or focused, and full lips that makes him very kissable, and a nose very boopable and a face that poets would write about for eternity. The type of beauty that could make anyone go to war for, including poor Park Sungho.
So, to make it simple: Taesan is beautiful and hot and Sungho maybe, possibly, noticed those things even before that moment.
And it’s not that Sungho hasn’t thought about Taesan like that. A wicked thought, one that he shoves in the darkest and farest corner of his mind, tends to come back to light whenever he needs to wind down. Taesan, in his bed with nothing covering his slender and tall body, red hair a mess and red tail curling around his leg as he whines for Sungho to touch him. A dangerous thought, one that exists only in his mind and in the walls of his bedroom and sometimes in the bathroom when he needs to get rid of morning hardness because of some stupid wet dream.
Maybe, Sungho has been hiding his crush over Han Taesan for quite some time now because it’s so fucking cliche it pains him to even think about it. Falling for his roommate, a cat hybrid on top of it all. Jaehyun wouldn’t let him live in peace if he knew that because, of course, Sungho would be attractive to someone like Han Taesan. Han Taesan who avoids whenever someone starts skinship but easily allows it when he’s the one asking for it, Han Taesan who talks big in front of others but it’s actually shy and quiet when it’s just the two of them, Han Taesan who has a perpetual special spot just for him in Sungho’s mind.
So, yeah, Sungho has a crush on his roommate and sometimes thinks about pounding him until morning but that doesn’t mean he wants to accidentally catch Taesan relieving himself in the living room.
There’s a big difference between walking in on Taesan watching whatever type of porn he’s into – and may the devil burn Myung Jaehyun by the morning for putting this thought on his head – and actually having the younger naked in a very real reason where he’s the one about to pleasure Taesan.
Sungho looks at his half eaten bowl and the clear bulge coming to life in the middle of his legs and decides that he officially lost appetite.
Turns out that Taesan running to his room as soon as Sungho is around becomes a common occurrence instead of a coincidence.
By the fourth time happening only in a week, Sungho is ready to rip the skin out of his body with his bare hands out of desperation. Taesan doesn’t tell him what’s wrong and Jaehyun doesn’t have any answers either because Taesan has never done such a thing before. If Sungho is in the living room, Taesan is in his room. If Sungho is in the bathroom, Taesan is in the kitchen or living room. If Sungho is in his room, Taesan is in the bathroom. It’s almost like a game of hide and seek, minus the seek because Sungho doesn’t want to get in Taesan’s bad side more than he probably is. And that’s the difficult part because Taesan doesn’t look nor sound like he’s angry at Sungho, he always replies when Sungho asks if he’s okay and he leaves a plate or bowl to Sungho whenever he cooks dinner.
Is it possible to miss someone that is technically in the same place as you? Because that’s what Sungho feels whenever he’s at home, whenever he eats alone at the table, whenever he asks Taesan and receives a quick I’m fine, hyung as answer.
By the fifth day in the same predicament, Sungho is starting to doubt that Taesan is actually fine. They don’t have dinner together and not even the foolproof tactic of shaking the takeout bag works anymore, Taesan stays inside his room and only comes out when Sungho retreats to his own. He waits for a bit, for the sound of feet on hardwood or eyes looking excitedly at the bag and nose slightly twitching to catch a whiff of whatever Sungho brought. It never comes, like it has been happening the past few days.
Sungho sighs, looking at the two fish sandwiches he ordered for Taesan with sadness. Well, if the younger doesn’t want to come for the food, then the food will have to go to him – hopefully, Sungho will be able to make amends for whatever he did that made them get to this point. Taesan must be hungry, he only got out of the room to use the bathroom and hasn’t stepped foot in the kitchen at all. Sungho knows because he spent the day in the living room in hopes of being acknowledged by the younger.
For Taesan, someone who’s always snacking on something and eats more than two bowls of ramen by himself, to be all this time without eating must be a torture.
If the fish sandwich doesn’t bring their friendship back on track, Sungho will officially spread the word that this is the worst sandwich on the menu until the corner store has to stop selling them and Taesan has to find a new favorite one.
Sungho eats his own chicken sandwich without really taking in the taste, scrolling through twitter without actually paying much attention to it. He’s ashamed to admit that he spent the whole day on Reddit looking for answers to Taesan’s behaviour, claiming that it was something hybrid-related. He could ask Jaehyun, or could ask Riwoo since they’ve been together for a few months right now, he could even ask Leehan which would be safer than asking any of those two. But something holds him back. What if it’s not something hybrid related? What if it’s something Taesan related and he’ll accidentally touch on a topic that isn’t meant to?
Honestly, Sungho missed the time when he only saw Taesan as his weird cat hybrid roommate because he wouldn’t be overthinking from night to day as he’s been doing lately.
As soon as he swallows the last bite of his sandwich, he rises from the chair and picks up one of the wrappers, cautiously heading to Taesan’s door – his biggest enemy since a few days ago when Taesan decided to use it as a way to prevent them from interacting.
“Taesanie?” Sungho calls carefully, holding the sandwich in a grip that surely will smash the thing and make it look very unappetizing. “I’ve got us food. Fish sandwich from that corner store that you like.”
Taesan makes a noise from the other side, muffled through the door and the shuffling coming from inside. In Sungho’s side, it sounds like an invitation to come inside; which he does without hesitation, using his free hand to turn the doorknob and push the door open with his shoulder. And the sight that greets him is enough to have him almost dropping the food and probably popping the quickest boner of his whole life.
Taesan sitting in his bed, pants around his ankles, completely naked, dick in hand, hard and leaking and in a shade of red that matches his hair and fur. There’s an assortment of Sungho’s shirts and sweaters scattered on the bed, ones that he wore throughout the week and was sure he put in the laundry basket in the bathroom. Taesan’s cheeks are dusted in pink and his lips look extra red from probably biting down on it to muffle his sounds, sweat keep his bangs plastered to his forehead. He looks like one of the millions of visions Sungho’s mind conjures when he’s horny, but a hundred times better, a hundred times realer, a hundred times more dangerous.
They make eye contact for no longer than a second, Sungho takes a step back and slams the door shut, a rush of hotness going through his face and body as embarrassment comes to claim him. If he had offended Taesan somehow before, he’s pretty sure that nothing compares to whatever he just did now. Here goes his chances of making amends. Taesan will never look him in the face – both from anger and embarrassment.
“Sorry!” Sungho exclaims from the other side, blinking as he tries to calm his breathing. “Fuck, fuck, I”m so sorry.”
“Why didn’t you knock?!” Taesan screams back, voice going a few pitches high from panic. He sounds strangely whiny and that only adds more to Sungho’s embarrassment and out of place arousal.
“I thought you said to come in,” he says, tone matching the same one Taesan used before. Sungho is trying so badly to get his mind away from the sight of Taesan’s cock, from his hand around said cock, from the way Taesan looked beautiful, all flushed and sweaty, from the fact that the bed was filled with his clothes, from everything.
But it’s difficult. It’s difficult because Sungho wants Taesan, and that desire is far from going away – if anything, it gets fueled by the sight he just had.
“I said wait!” he says, still sounding freaked out as he mumbles the last words. “Fuck, that’s so humiliating.”
“You should’ve been louder!”
“And you shouldn’t have barged in my room!”
Taesan has a point and Sungho feels more ashamed than before. Not only because he just caught the hybrid in such a personal moment, but because he can feel his cock hardening just from hearing the way Taesan sounds breathless and a little whiny. “I– I’m really sorry, Taesan.”
“It’s okay, hyung, just–” Taesan stops, probably taking a deep breath since his next words come out in an exhale, “Just give me a minute, I’ll be out soon.”
“I’ll wait in the kitchen.”
Sungho’s mouth says that, but his whole body seems to think differently. He stays almost frozen in the same spot, awkwardly posted outside Taesan’s door. He shouldn’t be there, he should be in the kitchen or even in the bathroom to splash some water in his face and doesn’t look like a teenage boy seeing porn for the first time. When Sungho hears the rhythmic slap of skin instead of rustling of clothes being put on, he realizes how wrong this feels. Because when Taesan asked for a minute, it wasn’t to put on his clothes or to collect himself before facing Sungho, it was to finish what Sungho disturbed and maybe then collect himself.
The soft sounds coming from the room and the image that Sungho now acquired are enough to make something curl in the depths of his stomach, the type of arousal that could make him come in his pants like a virgin. Sungho takes a deep breath and slowly backs away from the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so he doesn’t make this weirder by hanging around to listen to Taesan finishing. As soon as he steps in the kitchen, he runs to the sink and splashes water on his face and neck, even downing some on his dry throat.
What could be more awkward than catching your roommate slash crush jerking off and then sticking around long enough to hear said roommate slash crush going back to what you accidentally got in the way? Talking to said roommate slash crush after he finishes jerking off.
When Taesan comes out of the room, his damp hair is pushed back and there’s sweat shining on his forehead, he walks a little awkwardly, legs probably still wobbly from the orgasm he just had. Sungho is sitting on a chair, trying to not make this more awkward than it already is by avoiding eye-contact at all costs. He belatedly curses himself for eating his sandwich earlier, he could use that as an excuse to not use his mouth. Taesan seems adamant on not making eye-contact either, his ears flat on his head and almost hidden among his cherry-red hair. He sits in the opposite chair at the table and reaches for the now cold fish sandwich that Sungho was holding minutes ago as a peace offering.
At least the sandwich served its purpose, even if in the most embarrassing of ways.
“I’m truly sorry about that,” Sungho says in a quiet voice, fidgeting under the table. “I didn’t mean to barge like that, I just–”
“It’s fine, hyung.” Taesan cuts him off, taking big bites of the sandwich and making his cheeks puff out as he chews.
Sungho keeps his mouth shut, tentatively looking up to see if Taesan’s face has any anger in it – one thing he learned with time is that the younger can’t hide his feelings at all. Taesan has his eyes down on the sandwich, face flushed red and looking like a vegetable getting steamed in a pan. Sungho can almost feel the hotness emanating, almost like a fever. He can’t help the worry that takes over him, he probably should be doing something but what? It’s not like he knows what to do with a sick hybrid.
Do hybrids even go to hospital? Is there a special hospital for them? Damn, Sungho really should’ve been more engrossed in the hybrid world.
“You really don’t have to feel this guilt, hyung. It’s fine, I swear,” Taesan says after a beat, taking another big bite of his sandwich and chewing lazily before swallowing. “The sandwich is delicious, thank you for thinking of me when you bought your own. Fuck, this is so embarrassing, sorry.”
“It’s your room, and I should’ve knocked. You don’t have to apologise,” Sungho chokes out, his mind coming out of the worry to go back to shame and images of Taesan in that moment.
It feels so extremely awkward to announce that there’s nothing wrong with Taesan using the privacy of his own room to jerk off, and that he was in the wrong for barging in. Besides, it’d be hypocritical of him to talk about that considering the amount of times he did the same thing with Taesan sleeping in the room next to his – not like he’ll be announcing that, too many embarrassing things happened already for a single night.
Taesan gnaws at his lower lip, making it redder, plumper, more kissable. “Still, I should’ve talked louder. I don’t know. I just–”
“Are you okay?” Sungho cuts him off, watching as more sweat beads roll down Taesan’s forehead. He doesn’t look too good, and it’s starting to show on his face.
“Huh?”
“It’s just, you’re way too flushed and you’re sweating a lot,” he points out. Taesan is quick to wipe away the droplets of sweat with the back of his hand, looking alarmingly guilty.
“I’m fine, absolutely fine!” he exclaims, voice sounding a little strained as he shifts in the chair. “Nothing for you to worry about, hyung.”
“Are you sure?” Sungho asks, but it doesn’t sound like a real question for Taesan to answer. Besides, his body seems to reply on his behalf as a strange blast of heat comes out of him. And it should be impossible for Sungho to feel the warmth emanating from Taesan, but again, he’s not an average human. “I think you’re running a fever, Taesanie. Mind if I check?”
“Please don’t,” Taesan sighs, looking down at the dirty wrapper where his sandwich was a few seconds ago. “I don’t mean to be rude or anything, I just have severe trauma of thermometers in my ass. Please, don’t worry about it. I’m truly fine.”
“I was just going to check your temperature with my hand,” he explains, holding back a laugh. Taesan goes redder, as if it’s possible, looking back at Sungho with his ears pointed upwards. He can faintly hear his tail thudding against the table leg, an irregular rhythm. “Taesan, I know this is not the best time but you do know that you can talk to me, right? We’re friends… sort of.”
Taesan looks away, playing with the sandwich’s wrapper. Right now, he truly looks like an animal ready to bolt from a predator, and Sungho almost expects him to make a dash to his room but Taesan stays in place.
“That’s so embarrassing, I can’t even look at you right now,” he mumbles, hiding behind his hands.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Sungho quickly reassures, wanting to approach him and maybe take his hands away from his face. He doesn’t, he knows Taesan doesn’t like to be touched first. “I’m just worried about you.”
“Promise you will not laugh or make fun of me?” Taesan says in a small voice, almost as if he’s shy to speak the words aloud.
Sungho frowns. “Why would I do that?”
Taesan takes his hands from his face, looking more flushed, his eyes almost sparkling under the kitchen’s light. He looks so beautiful, Sungho feels his heart beating erratically against his ribcage, almost as if it wants to get free and crawl its way to Taesan.
“All the human friends I had in the past made fun of me because of it,” he explains, looking down at his hands.
“I won’t do that, Taesan.” Sungho reassures, pushing his feelings aside to focus on whatever Taesan is about to tell him. He rises from his chair and moves until he’s standing close to Taesan, one hand under the younger’s chin to raise his face. Sungho gives him a thin lipped smile, features going soft as he says, “I promise.”
Taesan blinks at him, dollish and probably a little out of it because of the fever. Sungho can feel the heat in the palm of his hand, scorching and unbearable but he doesn’t dare let go. It’s already a miracle that Taesan hasn’t hissed at him, he almost looks like he’s nuzzling against the cold touch. It lasts for a few seconds until the hybrid sighs and looks away, mumbling something that Sungho can’t understand even with how close he is.
“What? I didn’t get it.”
“I’m in heat, hyung,” he states, cheeks nearly cherry-red like his hair. If Taesan had human ears, Sungho is sure they would be all red – and he has the feeling that his chest is in an equal shade but he tries not to think about it too much. His ears flatten against his head as he looks down in shame, suddenly embarrassed by the lack of reaction coming from the older.
A heat, of course. Sungho should’ve expected that, especially since Taesan is more cat than human most of the time. Sungho knows hybrids go through ruts and heats, it’s not a secret to society or a complete taboo – with someone like Jaehyun as best friend, it was only expected that Sungho would know about that first hand. That kind of explains the fever and probably the avoidance, maybe Taesan felt the need to hide because Sungho isn’t a hybrid, because Sungho wouldn’t understand.
And he sure doesn’t understand. What is he even supposed to do? It’s not like heats are the same for all hybrids. He knows for a fact that Jaehyun and Leehan act differently in those moments, and that could only mean Taesan also acts differently. Fuck, he should’ve sent a text to Riwoo and ask what he usually does with Jaehyun whenever he goes on heats. He knows about suppressants and blockers and some special pills that lower down libido in order to not jerk off every few hours – that last part he knows because Leehan told him, he’s not speaking from experience.
Does Taesan use those? Does Taesan feel the need to jerk off every few hours? Is Sungho supposed to leave him alone, maybe even leave the house? Fuck, he’s officially spiraling, he has no idea what to do. Should he even ask something at this point? What would be Taesan’s reaction? They never even talked about mundane things in the past few days, wouldn’t it be too much to straight up ask Taesan what he needs?
“Oh.” Sungho swallows around the bubbling anxiety inside him, his grip on Taesan’s chin gentler. “You’re in heat?”
“Yeah,” Taesan hums, suddenly looking apologetic, eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips pursed. Sungho wants to kiss him. “Sorry you had to see that, and listen and probably worry about me when it’s just this stupid biological thing that happens every month. It was my fault for not taking my suppressants correctly.”
Taesan is biting on his lips and still not looking at him, probably out of shyness, something that Sungho already knows but makes him endearing. His ears twitched from time to time and his tail stopped thudding against the table, wrapped around his leg. Sungho only now notices that Taesan is wearing one of his sweaters, and he’s struck with the uncontrollable urge to kiss him, maybe scratch his ears and call him a good boy and help him with whatever he needs.
Sungho wants to take care of him, but he has to remind himself constantly that Taesan isn’t a real cat. Despite the ears and the tail and the fluffy fur and his overall behavior, Taesan isn’t a real cat. He’s a hybrid and that means that maybe he doesn’t want to be treated the same way an animal is. Sungho has to keep making that distinction, even if he wants to pat and coddle Taesan most of the time like he’d to a cat – but still kiss him and take him on dates like he’d do to a human.
“You don’t have to apologise. There’s nothing wrong with going through that, ” he coughs, still unsure of how to tread through this topic without accidentally offending Taesan or making him feel stupid for going into heat.
In that moment, he makes a decision that could either be a success or could mark the end of a friendship that could lead to romance in Sungho’s delusional mind.
“I don’t know much about cat hybrids, shit, I don’t even know much about any type of hybrids but I can help if you want,” he says sincerely, forcing his voice to come steady. He already embarrassed himself enough for a single night, he doesn’t need to add more by choking on his words. “I mean, if there’s anything I can do for you, I’ll do it.”
Taesan yelps, his tail curling around Sungho’s leg instinctively, looking back with widened eyes. “You want to help me?”
“If you want me to,” Sungho says, sheepishly as he looks away, unable to look for too long into Taesan’s brown eyes – inviting, challenging, hypnotizing. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
“Hyung, you really know nothing about hybrids.” Taesan chuckles, his eyes narrowing and looking nothing like the shy boy in heat that was right in front of Sungho seconds ago. “You have no idea what helping me means, do you?”
It’s so annoying when Taesan gets like this, when he knows something that Sungho doesn’t and makes sure to let the older be aware of it. Sungho wants to help, he uses the dumbest of excuses in order to not accidentally let his feelings in the open? Yes, but he’s not lying about wanting to help. Sungho wishes he could feel properly annoyed at Taesan, but he looks so beautiful and cute right now, it’s disarming.
“No, but if you tell me how I can help, I will do it,” he says, decisively as he looks at Taesan and doesn’t back away. “Tell me how to help you, Taesan.”
“Well, you can… you know…” Sungho can see Taesan swallowing dry, eyes darting everywhere until he cleans his throat and says with his whole chest, “You can fuck me.”
It takes him a few seconds for him to understand what Taesan wants, even if the words couldn’t be more clear. When Sungho thought about getting in such a stage with Taesan, he always thought it’d be after at least three dates and an unspoken possibility of becoming a couple in the future, maybe even some accidentally one night stand while they were both drunk – even though Taesan barely drinks and Sungho has a high alcohol tolerance. He never imagined that fucking Taesan would come first in the sequence of their love story, but he doesn’t feel like complaining.
If Taesan is asking, who is he to deny him?
“Fuck you,” Sungho repeats, just because his brain is going through a short-circuit and his tongue feels like it’s weightening a ton.
“Yeah, sex helps calm down heat symptoms such as fever and cramps,” he explains shyly, all the challenge and teasing from before gone with the wind. Taesan looks adorable, a kitty waiting for whatever his owner has to offer. “Do you still wanna help me, hyung?”
“Sure,” Sungho replies, still a little unsure but not about to back pedal and leave Taesan hanging – especially when the cat hybrid looks back at him with eyes shining in excitement and tail wagging. “Lead the way, Taesanie.”
Sungho would be lying if he said he never thought about how it’d feel to kiss Taesan.
Despite what one might think, his fantasies with Han Taesan doesn’t always revolve around pounding him into oblivion or having Taesan kneeled between his legs with his mouth around his cock. Most of the time, Sungho thinks about how it’d be like to be in a relationship with Taesan. To take him on dates, to spend time together in their shared apartment, to sit by the sunspot in their living room with Taesan’s head resting in his lap while he cards his fingers through his hair, to kiss him sweetly and gently whenever he feels like.
What Sungho never thought was that Taesan isn’t much of a sweet and gentle kisser. Taesan is a predator, a starved creature that finally got the chance to satiate hunger, a feline at heart even though his body is partially human. Sungho feels more like prey than someone willingly wanting to help.
Taesan doesn’t even wait for Sungho to be inside his room, kissing him fervently on the mouth. He catches Sungho’s bottom lip between his teeth, sharp fangs pressing strong enough to elicit a reaction from the human but not enough to draw blood. Sungho reacts by digging his fingers into the hybrid’s hair, a little taken aback by the abrupt change, accidentally bumping at the base of Taesan’s ears. He moans at the touch, a sound that feels like a bucket of cold water above Sungho’s head.
He hasn’t fully digested the idea that he’d be having sex with Taesan until that moment. Until he heard the moan echoing in his ears, until he felt the warmth and weight of Taesan’s body against his, until Taesan pulls away and looks at him with what could only be called primal desire – Sungho doesn’t even remember the last time someone looked at him like that.
Taesan guides them to the bed, becoming so pliant as he lays down against the mattress and the clothes that Sungho now is sure that belongs to him. Taesan looks up with sparkling eyes, silently telling Sungho to reach closer and touch him again. Sungho does as told, approaching the bed’s end with careful steps, Taesan’s eyes following each of his moves, each up and down of his slowly heaving chest as he breathes. Taesan looks more human than cat, but his tail tentatively curling around Sungho’s arm reminds him of his cat traits.
Sungho has never been with a hybrid like this, and he prays that he won’t fumble things badly to the point that Taesan will start hating him.
“What’s my clothes doing here?” Sungho asks, hands above Taesan’s naked thighs, taking in the hotness coming off of the younger.
“You really know nothing about hybrids,” Taesan snorts quietly, his voice a little wavering from being touched again. “How come you’re friends with two?”
Sungho chuckles, his confidence from before going all away as Taesan opens his legs and clearly gives him a space between them. “I’m friends with them, doesn’t mean I help them in these moments.”
“Didn’t you say that you’d help me because that’s what friends do?” Taesan taunts, gasping under his breath as Sungho presses a kiss directly on his inner thigh.
Sungho never imagined Taesan would be this receptive of skinship coming from the other part. Every dig of his fingers into his supple and warm skin elicits a gasp, every kiss pressed against certain spots rips a soft whiny, and when Sungho takes his clothes off and Taesan is all naked from the waist up and flushed on the bed, he moans almost as an invitation.
An invitation for Sungho to do anything to him.
“I like your scent,” he says with a shuddering breath, turning his head to the side in shyness. “It helps.”
He makes a mental note to ask Riwoo about this later, to know if that’s a general hybrid thing or if this is something only Taesan does – he tries not to pay much attention to the hopeful voice in the back of his head telling him that Taesan admitted to liking his scent, that maybe Taesan could feel something for him once the heat and horniness and desire washes out.
“Do you want more clothes?” Sungho asks, because he doesn’t know if the clothes are an important part of what they are about to do.
“No, hyung. I only want you,” he sighs, batting his eyelashes at Sungho in a way that makes him look whimsical. “Touch me, kiss me, do whatever you want.”
Sungho is a creature prone to follow rules. He doesn’t need Taesan to tell him twice, his hands go straight to his underwear and pushes it down his slender legs. Taesan’s cock is red and leaking all over his stomach, and he whines loudly when Sungho brushes his fingers against the tip, smearing precum across his hand to make the glide smoother. Taesan squirms and whines loudly, throwing his head back and letting the pleasure bolt through his veins. When he relaxes back on the bed, he’s panting and his hips jerk as if trying to seek friction again.
Deep breaths, deep breaths, Sungho mentally repeats because he’s pretty sure that somewhere amidst taking Taesan’s clothes off and watching him have such a reaction upon being touched, he started holding his breath.
“It’s weird to see you this pliant and whiny,” Sungho says, taking Taesan’s whole length in his hand and slowly jerking it, as if to test how much the younger can handle in this state. Taesan gasps and throws his arms over his face, eyes probably squinted from someone else giving him pleasure, lips ajar and plump – kissable, Sungho feels like a saint being tempted into sinning.
“Don’t get too used to it,” he mumbles, thighs shuddering as he opens them wider.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you like this more times,” Sungho says as an afterthought, a veiled confession that maybe isn’t the right place to be said but he doesn’t care. He picks up the pace, flicking his wrist at the head and thumbing the slit. Taesan’s soft gasps and deep exhales spurs him on, Sungho can’t even contain himself.
He wants Taesan, more than he ever thought.
“Hyung,” Taesan admonishes, shaking his head and keeping his eyes covered. “Not the time.”
When Sungho thought about how he’d confess to Taesan, a day that never felt existing in his opinion, he always thought about something more romantic. Maybe they’d be in their living room watching something and Taesan would be purring in contentment and Sungho wouldn’t be able to hold back and would say Taesanie, I think I like you. Or maybe, he’d come home drunk some night from a frat party after Jaehyun tells him he needs to have more fun instead of only studying and working, and Taesan would be waiting for him and Sungho would throw himself into the younger and drunkenly say You know, I’ve been into you for months now. Or, Sungho would even confess through a letter, something romantic given to Taesan during Valentine’s day or whenever Sungho feels like doing it.
(He never thought about how Taesan would react, that would be way more delusional than anything he already does.)
Honestly, he never thought he’d feel the need to confess in such a moment, hands on Taesan’s cock while the younger squirms and pleads for more under his breath. There goes all the romantic scenarios he ever dreamed of, all because he can’t contain himself while looking at the ravished state of Han Taesan in his own bed, clinging to his clothes that he stole because he likes Sungho scent.
“Maybe this really isn’t the time but I like–”
“Don’t say it,” Taesan cuts him off with a hiss, arms out of his face so he can look Sungho dead in the eye. His eyes are gleaming with unshed tears, and it’s a dangerous look because that makes Sungho feel even more motivated to pour his feelings out on the younger. “Not now when I’m like this.”
It’s not a complete turn down, the spark of hope inside of Sungho becomes a flame that raises his confidence.
“But you look so cute, Taesanie,” he says with a chuckle, amused by the way Taesan’s length twitches in his palm after the compliment.
Sungho keeps his movements steady on Taesan’s cock, going up and down in a slow rhythm that has the younger panting and jerking his hips for more. His other hand slowly trails down, going past his balls and circling his hole. Taesan seems to freeze for a second as his body understand Sungho’s intentions. His tail bristles as he feels Sungho breaching the first finger inside, his hole clenching around the digit and making it impossible to move.
He knows hybrids have different aspects in their biology, but Sungho has never been on a sexual level with any hybrid before so it takes him as surprise how wet Taesan is. So slick, and it makes it so easier for him to push another finger when Taesan finally relaxes, tail curling around his arm. He wonders if it’s always like this during sex or if it’s just something that happens during heat – he wonders if Taesan’s pliant and receptive persona is also something heat related.
“Hyung, can you…” Taesan trails off, Sungho working him open with two fingers. In and out, at a dangerously slow pace that has his chest heaving and his whole body shuddering. Sungho doesn’t need to be a genius to know that Taesan wants more.
“What do you want, Taesanie?’
“I–” Taesan swallows, feeling shy once again. He turns his face to the side and nuzzles against a shirt that Sungho is sure he wore yesterday at work.
“I can’t read your mind, babe,” Sungho says, leaving a kiss on top of Taesan’s knee in reassurance. “You have to tell me how to help you.”
Taesan seems to have a hard time at collecting himself amidst the pleasure and shyness, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips in a perpetual round shape, deep exhales and noises coming out from time to time. When he finally manages to put himself together, he asks in a small voice, “Hyung, can you scratch my tail?”
And he’s so pretty like this, his voice pleading and eyes brimming with tears and he looks so pink and soft and adorable. Sungho would be a criminal to not attune to whatever Taesan asks from him. He lets go of his cock and hovers above Taesan’s tail still curled around his arm. Sungho digs his fingers into the fur at the base of the tail, the spot where it comes out from Taesan’s skin and the effect is almost instant.
Taesan mewls, a sound that goes straight to Sungho’s cock. Taesan has never mewled before, he purrs and hisses and sometimes he makes a few sounds that sounds like a mewl but Sungho has been around a few cat hybrids before and he knows for a fact that most are very open into doing such a sound. Sungho wants to hear more of it, so he starts massaging the base of his tail, feeling the way Taesan clenches around his fingers. His cock lays against his belly, twitching and leaking against the skin, and Taesan is completely gone – trembling and shaking, loud sounds coming from his lips, none of his words sounding coherent.
“Like this?” Sungho asks just for the sake of it, maybe to fish some praise out of Taesan.
“Yeah, please, please,” Taesan says in a whiny tone. “Just like that.”
That’s all he needs to hear. Sungho has always been skilled at multitasking, it’s one of the few things about himself that he’s proud of – he can work and study, he can clean and cook, he can do a bunch of things all at the same time. Still, it’s a little difficult to work Taesan open with his fingers and scratch his tail simultaneously, but he’s not about to stop doing either just because he’s having trouble matching the different paces. Besides, he doesn’t want to stop. Not when Taesan is so stupidly responsive to everything he does.
“I need you,” Taesan manages to blurt out amidst the fog of pleasure and heat in his brain, scrambling to rest his weight on his elbows as he tries to move away from Sungho’s ministrations.
Sungho withdraws his fingers, coated in slick and gleaming under the light. He stares at it, some perverted side of him that he didn’t know existed until now telling him to lick it, to have another taste of Taesan beyond his lips. Sungho doesn’t have time to dwell on licking or not his fingers, Taesan calls his attention by letting out a huffed sound as he moves on the bed.
Taesan presents himself a little shyly. On his knees, face down on the pillow, ass up in invitation, tail swaying lazily to the side to show his puckering hole, slick coming out of it and dripping down his balls, to his hard cock hanging between his legs.
“Inside, hyung. Please, please, ” he pleads, his words coming out shy, a little muffled by the pillow but clear enough for Sungho’s whole body to have an instant reaction.
“I don’t have a condom with me,” he says, after taking his clothes in record time and noticing how hard he is, head as red as Taesan’s fur.
“No need,” Taesan huffs, turning his head to the side and craning his neck until he can take a look at Sungho – eyes full of desire, tongue licking his lips, a predator even in a position of submission. “Just get inside, please.”
They’ll probably have to talk about doing it without protection, along with a few other things that will need to be discussed once Taesan’s heat goes down, but Sungho is not faring as well as he was before. Without his clothes and with the looming reality that he’ll be inside Taesan any minute, he feels desperation taking over him as much as it’s coming off of Taesan’s body. He collects some of the slick dripping out of the hybrid into his fingers and smears it all over his cock, stroking it languidly and biting hard on his lower lip to stop himself from moaning loud.
In his fantasies, he never does it in this position. Call him a boring vanilla, but Sungho always dreams about doing it missionary and looking straight into Taesan’s face as he pleases him. Sungho feels a little unsure as he gets in position, holding his cock and aligning it with Taesan’s clenching entrance. It doesn’t last for long, his need to be inside taking over as Sungho slowly pushes his length inside and closes his eyes, focusing on not coming on the spot – especially as the obscene sounds Taesan lets out start filling the once silence in the room.
The noise he lets out when Sungho bottoms out is straight up pornographic, something that Sungho would feel embarrassed at hearing in any other context coming from Taesan. Right now, it has his eyes rolling back and his cock twitching inside.
“Yes, yes!” Taesan chants, sounding completely out of it as Sungho grabs his tail, tugging slightly and making the younger almost melt against the sheets. “Sungho, hyung, babe, please. Like that, come on.”
Sungho goes straight to work after that, spurred on by every sound that Taesan lets out. He leans over the younger, grasping his cock with one hand and flattening his body against his back. Taesan’s tail tickles a little as it swishes between them, and he’s a little taller compared to Sungho but none of these things matter. Not when Taesan clenches deliciously around his cock and keeps his name coming out of his lips like a prayer.
It feels like a dream come true, but a hundred times better. Sungho never imagined that Taesan would feel this good around him, that having sex with him would be something that he can see himself getting addicted to. Sungho can’t stop the words from flowing out of his mouth, praises and more praises that make Taesan clench harder and moan louder. He dares to look down, pulling the hybrid’s cheeks apart and watching the way his cock slides in and out of Taesan, the way Taesan pushes back in tandem, the way both of them seem to want more and more.
Something about Taesan makes him go completely insane. Maybe it’s how wet and hot he is, how responsive he gets with whatever Sungho does, how his cock is pulsing and twitching in his hand when he’s not even stroking it properly, how he lets all the noises out without caring about who could hear because he’s that gone thanks to Sungho’s ministrations. And Sungho can’t help digging his teeth into his shoulder, leaving a mark that probably will last for a few days – and if the sound that Taesan tries to muffle in the pillows is any indicator, Sungho thinks he likes the idea of having a mark on his body for this long.
“C’mon, hyung,” Taesan begs, turning his face to the side to be heard better. “Sungho, please, please. I–”
“What do you want, babe?” Sungho asks, voice breathy.
“Breed me,” Taesan whines, hips jerking at the admission, his tail swishing against Sungho’s skin at the prospect of being bred. “Please, please. Gimme pups, hyung.”
Trust Taesan to keep surprising him. Sungho doesn’t even know what those words mean at that moment, his brain scrambling to keep himself sane while Taesan keeps clenching around him. Is this some kind of kink he has? Is Sungho supposed to do something about it? He has never crossed this type of territory during sex before, but the way his loins burn with lust at the thought of breeding Taesan gives him the answer he needs in that moment.
If Taesan wants to be bred, Sungho will do it.
Sungho quickens his pace in seconds, groaning as he pistons inside Taesan without any actual rhythm, just moved by pure lust and the sounds the cat hybrid keeps letting out. Sungho is close, the idea of coming inside Taesan leading him straight to the edge. Taesan is hot in his hand, hot around him, hot where their bodies touch whenever Sungho thrusts inside, hot inside of Sungho’s brains as the sounds and the words coming out of him clings to the walls of his head. It’s too much too soon.
His orgasm washes over him like a tidal wave, a tsunami that takes him by surprise. Sungho comes with a cut-off gasp and a dragged out moan that sounds a little too high-pitched but he couldn’t care less. He leans over the hybrid, hips stuttering and slowing as he spills inside of Taesan’s clenching hole. His heartbeat sounds loud amidst the ringing in his ears, his eyes are screwed shut from the pleasure and Sungho feels his head spinning with the way Taesan milks him dry. He feels the younger’s hand atop the one he still has wrapped around his cock, finishing off with a whiny noise and a whole body shudder, clenching so hard around him that Sungho lets out another gasp as he spills out the last of his load.
When he pulls out, the wet noise makes the blush on his cheeks and ears harder. Sungho knows that he shouldn’t feel embarrassed after all that, but it’s still a little weird. He has just fucked and cummed inside Taesan when they weren’t even in talking terms hours ago. Sungho doesn’t even know what to do, so he drapes himself over Taesan’s sweaty back and catches his breath, trying not to think about how weird things will be once the arousal dissipates from the room.
“Holy shit,” he says under his breath, just as Taesan’s body finally collapses from exertion. Shaky arms and legs failing the younger as he lays on the mattress, taking Sungho along with him. “Taesanie, I–”
The words die on his throat as he notices the sound coming from under him, a rumbling that starts low but picks up in volume, a low buzz that takes him a few seconds to identify. Sungho has heard his cat make that noise so many times – he heard Taesan make that noise sometimes, always hiding it whenever he realized Sungho was around. It shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise, but he can’t hide his amusement at hearing it loud and clear for once, at hearing it so close.
Sungho rests his head on Taesan’s back, unable to hold back a smile as he says, “Are you purring?”
“Shut up,” Taesan groans, but the purring gets louder. “It happens sometimes, okay?”
“Not judging.” Sungho is quick to explain. “Just surprised, I guess. You don’t purr like this when I’m around.”
“‘s embarrassing,” he mumbles, sounding a little strained from the weight above him.
Sungho pulls away from Taesan’s warm back, not before leaving a lingering peck on his nape. Taesan lets out a gasp from the sudden affection, but doesn’t push away or say anything. Like this, Sungho can almost fool himself into thinking this could be a common thing between them, showing affection without having to think twice.
“I like it,” he admits in the silence of the room. The arousal completely gone, leaving only the unspoken things that need to be addressed. “I like you, Taesanie.”
Taesan snorts, shifting on the bed until he’s laying on his side and looking at Sungho. “Do you always go around saying you like someone after fucking them?”
“You’re actually the first one I say this to,” Sungho confesses.
He already confessed way too many things accidentally tonight, one more won’t kill him. Perhaps, it’ll embarrass him once he leaves the room and he has to face the consequences of his choices, but Sungho decides to not suffer in advance. Right now, he only feels like admitting what he never allowed himself to say out loud and bask in the beauty that is Han Taesan after sex – hair all over the place, ears twitching, eyes glistening, lips the same shade of red as his fur, blushed all over and with his tail possessively curled around Sungho’s arm.
“Let’s talk about it later,” he announces, the lingering hope in those words calming down any anxiety Sungho can feel. Taesan tries to stretch out, whimpering and going back to the same position he was before, letting out a breathy laugh as he notices the worry displayed in Sungho’s face. “Shit, I’m done for good. When I asked for you to help me with my heat, I didn’t expect you to fuck me boneless.”
“Sorry?” Sungho says, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Taesan doesn’t look visibly in pain, but he has been in the bottom position before and with the way things went, Taesan will probably be all sore in the morning – does being a hybrid make things different? Sungho staches it yet another thing he’ll have to ask Riwoo about later.
“Not a bad thing, hyung.” Taesan reassures him, batting his eyelashes the same way he did before, when he wanted to lure Sungho into touching him. “Maybe you can help me again next month.”
Sungho swallows dry. Helping Taesan with his heat next month sounds promising, but is that only what he wants to do? Sure, he wouldn’t turn down the younger if he asked for help, but Sungho doesn’t want them to only fuck and have this awkward energy around them. Taesan can’t be blunt enough to not see how much Sungho likes him, how much he wants him – hell, Sungho already confessed two times how much he likes the younger. Taesan wouldn’t be so cruel as to keep them in a friends with benefits situation, right?
“Is that an invitation for casual sex?” Sungho asks, looking down at Taesan’s tail around his arm, the silky fur tickling him as it moves up and down, almost as if caressing the skin. “Because I don’t do casual, Taesanie.”
“Maybe I don’t do casual too, hyung.” Taesan says, smiling mischievously. He shifts position again, laying with his back to Sungho, looking from up his shoulder to the older as he adds, “I like to be cuddled after sex.”
Taesan doesn’t ask for things, he speaks and leaves them hanging in the air for Sungho to capture. A weird habit, like everything about him. Han Taesan is a weird creature, but Sungho comes to love this about him.
“That makes the two of us, Taesanie.”
Sungho takes his spot in the bed, behind Taesan’s back with his arm around the younger’s waist and his face on his nape, leaving kisses and smelling the scent of Taesan’s body wash – which he belatedly notices isn’t Taesan’s body wash, it’s his own because the younger has been using it to trick his hormones into thinking Sungho was around. He hears the purring again, a soft buzz that almost sounds like a lullaby, making Sungho relax completely against the younger’s body and close his eyes, taking in the warmth still lingering in Taesan’s body. He hopes this will be a common occurrence in his life when morning comes.
meongmeong
taesan has a breeding kink
and i think i have it too
WHAT??????
how did you discover that
wait a min
PARK SUNGHO YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE AND EXPLAIN IT
icb you came inside him before taking him on a date
YOU MUTT