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“Seongwu”, Minhyun whispered, voice husky. “Will you take me to your bed?”
Seongwu laughed nervously, lightheaded with desire. “I don’t think I can carry human you, though.”
Minhyun smiled, then pinched Seongwu’s cheek. “Just hold my hand, then.”
Seongwu nodded, no longer resisting the urge to bite Minhyun’s neck right under where the choker sat, relishing at the second moan he got out of him. “Fine. I can do that.”
They gingerly stood up, Minhyun pulling the blanket over his shoulders, suddenly shy. Seongwu smiled at that, then offered his hand. Their fingers laced together naturally. A perfect fit.
The walk to the bedroom was quick and quiet. Seongwu finally felt relaxed after two very tense days, and all he wanted was to bask in that feeling with Minhyun. He gently pulled Minhyun inside the bedroom, stopping only to pull him closer by the hand and give him a quick peck on the lips, making Minhyun giggle.
All thought of danger, of Jihoon, of curses, evaporated. There was only Minhyun, his gentle smile and the heat of his body against Seongwu’s. With a final, gentle pull, Seongwu led Minhyun to the edge of the bed, the blanket falling abandoned to the floor.
The silence of the room swallowed them whole as they finally sank onto the mattress together.
The mattress dipped under their weight, the heavy silence of the bedroom only broken by their ragged breaths and Minhyun’s breathless laughter as his back hit the bed. Seongwu laid down beside him, pulling Minhyun closer for a kiss; Minhyun turned to Seongwu, eagerly kissing him back, throwing a leg over his, their bodies suddenly flush against each other again. Seongwu moaned into the kiss at the contact, wishing he was also undressed to feel Minhyun’s soft warmth better.
They kissed languidly, in no hurry at all to move; Seongwu could feel the exhaustion from the past two days seep into his bones, pulling at his limbs like a physical weight. He hadn’t slept a full night in days, and his body was screaming at him to close his eyes and finally crash.
But he couldn’t. Not with Minhyun right there, kissing him, naked and unashamed, fingers tangled in his hair and pulling right at the nape of his neck, sending little jolts down his spine.
In the dim light coming from the living room, the black velvet of the choker stood out starkly against Minhyun’s pale throat. Every time Minhyun shifted, adjusting the angle of their kiss or to press his leg heavier over Seongwu’s, the tiny silver bell attached to the clasp let out a faint, sharp chime. It was a delicate, rhythmic sound that cut through the silence, keeping Seongwu awake and taking in the surreal reality of the man in his arms.
Seongwu’s hands, clumsy and trembling slightly from fatigue, mapped the dip of Minhyun’s waist, sliding upwards over warm, bare skin. He let his short fingernails graze the line of Minhyun’s spine, eliciting a sharp shiver from him that made him smile through their kiss. Slowly, his fingers traveled upwards to tangle in the soft, tousled black hair at the base of Minhyun’s skull.
Then, his knuckles brushed against something entirely different.
The dense, thick fur of Minhyun’s ears felt entirely different against the fine strands of his human hair. At the accidental touch, Minhyun gasped sharply into Seongwu’s mouth, breaking their kiss to stare wide-eyed at him. The bell chimed frantically at the movement, as his cat ears twitched involuntarily against Seongwu’s fingertips. Seongwu brushed his fingers against the tips of the cat ears again, this time with intent, watching Minhyun gasp again, blushing a pretty crimson that was visible even under the dim light.
Minhyun was hyper-sensitive there; the lightest brush of Seongwu’s thumb from the tip to the base of the ear caused a deep, vibrating purr to ignite in his chest.
Seongwu fought the urge to chuckle at his discovery, watching Minhyun arch his back and melt into the touch; he could also feel Minhyun’s tail swishing frantically against his leg, startled by the sudden sensitivity. Seongwu had half a mind to try grabbing the tail at its base to see Minhyun’s reaction; he certainly wouldn’t mind if he got bitten.
Before he could act on his terrible idea of grabbing Minhyun’s tail, Minhyun retaliated.
Moving suddenly but fluidly, Minhyun shifted his weight, using his leg draped over Seongwu to cage him, turning Seongwu to his back and straddling him. The little silver bell chimed frantically as he pushed himself up, catching both of Seongwu’s wandering hands and pressing his wrists flat against the mattress to keep them away from his ears.
“Stop that”, he demanded, sounding more whiny than authoritative. Seongwu couldn’t help but let out a little breathless laugh, smiling smugly at Minhyun. Minhyun scowled back, his ears flat against his head in a display of feline annoyance. His tail gave one sharp, deliberate thump against Seongwu’s thigh.
He was supposed to look intimidating. Instead, between the slightly askew velvet choker, his flushed chest, and the obvious pout trying to masquerade as a glare, Minhyun just looked devastatingly cute.
Seongwu’s smile was so wide it almost hurt. He knew he must have looked goofy to Minhyun, but he couldn’t help it; all he wanted was to tease Minhyun even more, to pull at the base of his tail and watch that pout dissolve into a wanton moan as Seongwu’s hand slid from his tail to his backside, a wandering finger slowly tracing–
“Seongwu”, Minhyun’s voice wasn’t full of annoyance anymore as he pulled Seongwu away from his thoughts. He was concerned. “Your eyes are drooping. Did your brain break or are you just sleepy?”
Seongwu blinked. His eyes were almost closing on their own, the exhaustion catching up with him again. He blinked one more time for good measure, then shook his head. “I’m right here–I’m awake–I’m good–”
“If you want, we can just go to sleep”, Minhyun interrupted him, sounding more disappointed than concerned this time. “If you’re too tired… I don’t wanna keep you awake–”
“I’m not going to sleep”, Seongwu interrupted Minhyun back with an almost desperate lilt to his voice. Finally having Minhyun like this was promptly overriding the heavy exhaustion in his bones.
Before Minhyun could pull away or make another excuse, Seongwu took advantage of the loosened grip of Minhyun’s hands on his wrists to break free. With a sudden, desperate surge of adrenaline, he twisted his body, throwing his weight to the side. Minhyun let out a surprised gasp when their positions were abruptly reversed, his back hitting the mattress with a soft thud as Seongwu rolled over to pin him down.
The tiny silver bell chimed frantically through the sudden reversal, settling lopsided against Minhyun’s throat as Seongwu settled his weight between Minhyun’s thighs and pressed down.
“Does this feel like I want to sleep?”, Seongwu asked, deliberately rolling his hips down against Minhyun’s arousal, holding his gaze as he ground down.
Minhyun’s breath hitched, his pupils blowing wide as a low, needy moan escaped his parted lips. His black feline ears twitched wildly before flattening against his hair, and his tail curled up immediately around Seongwu’s thigh, as if to keep him in place.
“Seongwu”, Minhyun whined, a high, breathy sound that went straight to Seongwu’s groin. He arched his back eagerly into Seongwu’s grind, his hands coming up to grasp in frustration at Seongwu’s clothes. “You’re—you’re overdressed. Can’t… Can’t feel you like this.”
“Then do something about it”, Seongwu challenged, his voice rough and low, whispering into Minhyun’s very red human ear.
Minhyun didn’t hesitate, gripping at the hem of both Seongwu’s sweatshirt and shirt at once with eager determination. He pushed the fabric up, his hands brushing up Seongwu’s stomach and chest and sending a jolt down his spine. Seongwu shifted his weight and lifted his arms, letting Minhyun pull both shirt and sweatshirt over his head, bunching them up slightly before Minhyun completely pulled them out and tossed them somewhere over the edge of the bed.
Seongwu knew that Minhyun was way too needy if he didn’t care about making a mess. He smiled down at the man below him, watching him fumble with the button of his jeans. “So eager…”, he teased. “Let me help.”
Minhyun shook his head, still blushing down to his chest. “No, let me…” He slid his hand off the button, then down Seongwu’s jeans, squeezing while looking up at him with a little smirk on his face.
Seongwu gasped, bucking his hips against Minhyun’s hand, a breathless laugh leaving his lips. “You little shit”, he muttered, but there was no bite to his words. Minhyun’s grasp was firm and agonizingly warm, his fingers slipping under the elastic of Seongwu’s boxers to wrap confidently around his aching cock.
There were no signs of sleepiness in Seongwu now; his breath caught in his throat. He wanted to retaliate, to wipe Minhyun’s little smirk off his face with a gesture just as bold, but for the time being, all he could do was push himself helplessly against him, a whine caught in his throat that he refused to let out.
“Who’s eager now?”, Minhyun whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. There was a slight clumsiness to his grip that told Seongwu he wasn’t as confident or as experienced as he sounded, and yet he was making Seongwu feel so good he couldn’t even formulate a reply to his smug remark.
Instead, he shifted his weight back, hastily shoving his jeans and boxers down his thighs, kicking them away until his legs were free of the restrictive denim.
The moment Seongwu pushed himself back down, pressing his bare hips flush against Minhyun’s, the reaction was instantaneous.
Minhyun let out a loud, stuttering gasp, his cat ears twitching even as they laid pinned flat against his messy hair. A deep, heavy purr erupted from his chest, vibrating against Seongwu’s ribs.
In the dim light, Minhyun looked devastatingly beautiful – flushed, pupils blown wide, wearing nothing but the black velvet choker. The choker Seongwu had given him. Looking at him like that gave Seongwu a possessive thrill he had no idea he was capable of feeling.
“Have you done this before?”, he asked before he could hold himself back, his voice thick with desire but tinted with unabashed curiosity.
“Probably”, Minhyun replied, arching his back off the mattress to chase the friction. “Don’t remember. Doesn’t matter. You feel so good– I don’t want to remember.”
His hand found Seongwu again, wrapping fully around his bare cock this time. Minhyun’s thumb dragged over the sensitive, weeping head, spreading the slick precome down his length with a slow, agonizing squeeze.
Seongwu squeezes his eyes shut, a raw groan tearing from his mouth. He dropped his head into the crook of Minhyun’s neck, right beside the velvet choker, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the erratic, hammering pulse jumping under Minhyun’s pale skin.
“Minhyun”, Seongwu rasped, hips rocking involuntarily against Minhyun’s grip, “Pace yourself, or I’m not gonna last…”
Minhyun just smiled against Seongwu’s hair. His grip tightened as he picked up the pace, his other hand coming up to guide Seongwu’s hips closer. “Then don’t hold back”, he whispered, his thumb circling the tip.
Seongwu whined, biting down at the sensitive skin of Minhyun’s neck. He was way too close to completely losing it, the combination of exhaustion, adrenaline, and the warmth of Minhyun’s hands pushing him to the edge.
Minhyun tilted his head, the silver bell chiming erratically as he granted Seongwu better access to his neck. He slowed his pace a fraction. “Unless”, he whispered, looking down at Seongwu with a little smirk, “you wanna come somewhere else…”
Seongwu was going to die that night, and it was going to be Hwang Minhyun’s, wizard-turned-cat, entire fault.
“Inside you”, Seongwu rasped without missing a beat, dragging open-mouthed kisses against Minhyun’s pulse point. He felt that possessive thrill flare up again; he didn’t just want to finish on Minhyun’s hand. He wanted all of Minhyun.
Minhyun let out a soft, pleased laugh against Seongwu’s lips. His cat ears twitched as he purred again. “Okay, but we’re using condoms. Safety first, and I really don’t want to deal with a mess on your sheets tonight.”
Seongwu pulled back slightly, looking dazedly at Minhyun as his brain tried to catch up with what he just said. “Right. Of course”, he agreed hurriedly, shaking his head in a weak attempt to regain his composure. “Top drawer of the nightstand. There’s lube there, too.”
“I know”, Minhyun said, too quickly, as he wriggled under Seongwu to reach the drawer. He paused, realizing what he’d just said, just as Seongwu froze on top of him.
Seongwu blinked down at Minhyun in confusion. “How do you know where I keep my lube?”
Minhyun’s smirk faltered. An impossibly red flush crept up his neck, painting the tips of his human ears crimson. Even his feline ears flattened in a display of sudden embarrassment. He pulled a foil packet and a bottle of lube from the drawer, trying to look casual but refusing to meet Seongwu’s wide-eyed stare.
“Well”, Minhyun started, clearing his throat awkwardly. He shifted, the silver bell chiming softly as he did so. “When I was… a cat. I, ah… I had pretty good hearing.”
The implication hit Seongwu like a physical blow. It was his turn to flush in embarrassment.
“Oh, god”, he muttered, staring at Minhyun. The memory of his lonely nights in the apartment rushed back with horrifying clarity. The quiet evenings when he thought his only company was a sleeping cat. The times he had sought quick, desperate relief in his bed, unaware that his “cat” was, in fact, a cursed, and apparently very observant human man.
“You…”, Seongwu choked out, his voice cracking. “You were watching me?”
Minhyun winced, finally looking up. “Not watching”, he defended himself hastily, though the deep red of his blush betrayed him. “I just… accidentally walked in once. And then I, um… I mostly just heard. You’re not exactly quiet, Seongwu.”
Seongwu buried his face in the crook of Minhyun’s neck again, letting out a muffled, mortified groan. He wanted the mattress to swallow him whole. He wanted to pack his bags, leave the apartment, and never show his face in the city again. He wanted to flee the country.
“I’m never looking you in the eye again”, Seongwu mumbled into Minhyun’s neck. “I am going to die right here. This is how I die. Of embarrassment.”
Minhyun let out a soft, fond laugh. He reached up, gently running his fingers through the hair on Seongwu’s nape. “Seongwu, look at me.”
Seongwu resisted for a moment before begrudgingly peeking at Minhyun, face still half-buried in his neck. Minhyun was smiling, the initial embarrassment replaced by a soft, tender expression. Seongwu felt his tail give a lazy, reassuring sweep against his thigh.
“You didn’t know”, Minhyun reasoned, his thumb brushing over the burning skin of Seongwu’s cheekboke. “You weren’t doing anything wrong. You were just… taking care of yourself.” His eyes then darkened, his smile turning from benevolent to wicked in seconds. “Though, I have to admit, it was… very distracting. Knowing you were right there, sounding like that, and I couldn’t do anything about it…”
Seongwu swallowed hard. His mortification was fighting a losing battle against the fresh wave of heat that pooled low in his stomach.
“Well”, Seongwu whispered, pushing himself back up to look down on Minhyun again, one of his hands sliding down his waist. He leaned down, catching Minhyun’s lips in a quick, scorching kiss. “You can do something about it now.”
Minhyun smiled into the kiss, his eyes darkening when they broke apart and he looked up at Seongwu. He reached for the lube he had left on top of the mattress, but paused, his fingers hovering over the bottle.
“Do you want me to get myself ready”, he asked, his voice low and teasing, “or do you want to–”
Seongwu didn’t even let him finish the sentence, swatting Minhyun’s hand away from the bottle to grab it himself.
“Of course I’m doing it”, Seongwu muttered, tossing the foil packet of the condom onto the pillow, next to Minhyun’s head. “You’ve had things your way all night. Lie back.”
Minhyun obeyed with a breathless laugh, shifting his weight to part his thighs further as Seongwu settled between them.
Seongwu fumbled with the cap of the bottle, his fingers betraying his eagerness. He watched Minhyun carefully as he tried not to laugh, and it only made the two of them let out a giggle. He relished in how light that moment felt, despite everything; it was only the two of them, now. No curses. No wild goose chases for the time being.
He stole another kiss from Minhyun as he coated his fingers, and Minhyun promptly pulled him closer. They kissed as Seongwu’s fingers wandered lower; Seongwu willingly swallowed down every little noise Minhyun made into their kiss, including the long, high-pitched moan Minhyun let out when he pressed his first slicked finger inside. He felt Minhyun’s back arch off the sheets, and a heavy, vibrating purr tear from his throat and reverberate through Seongwu’s body.
Seongwu broke the kiss, wanting to see the effect he was having on Minhyun. He pulled back just enough to watch Minhyun’s flushed face as he added a second slicked finger, slowly pressing past the tight, burning heat of Minhyun’s body.
Minhyun’s eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against the pillow. The silver bell let out a small string of chimes as his hips jerked up involuntarily, seeking out more of the pressure.
Seongwu eagerly obliged, sliding his fingers deep and curling them upward, searching. When his knuckles brushed against a slightly firm spot, Minhyun immediately writhed in bed. A high, needy whine tore through his parted lips, his black cat ears flattened against his hair. His tail swept around, hooking behind Seongwu’s waist in an attempt to pull him closer.
The sound, combined with Seongwu’s sudden realization that he was in full control of the situation, sparked a vindictive streak of inspiration. He hadn’t forgotten Minhyun’s agonizingly slow teasing just minutes prior.
Instead of picking up his pace to match Minhyun’s thrusts, Seongwu slowed down to a torturous, glacial rhythm. He pressed deep, hitting that sensitive spot again, but then pulled almost entirely out, lingering right at the entrance before slowly pushing back in.
Minhyun whined louder, but Seongwu ignored him. His free hand reached up, lazily stroking over the weeping, overly sensitive head of Minhyun’s arousal. He smeared the precome around the tip, deliberately refusing to fully wrap his hand around him, his touches teasing and slow instead of quick and intense like Minhyun clearly wanted.
Minhyun let out a gasp at the sudden touch, his hands gripping at the bedsheets. The silver bell chimed erratically with the quick rise and fall of his chest as he panted. “Seongwu”, he whined, thrusting his hips up blindly to chase the friction. “Please. Faster.”
Seongwu opened his mouth to tease Minhyun, but taking a good look at the man under him made him stop in his tracks. Minhyun looked absolutely wrecked, with his half-lidded eyes, his messy hair and twitching cat ears, the beautiful flush from the tips of his ears to his chest. Any thoughts of returning the favor, of teasing Minhyun like Minhyun had teased him, evaporated at the sight of Minhyun’s sheer vulnerability, his hands now releasing the sheets to claw helplessly at Seongwu’s shoulders.
“Seongwu, please”, Minhyun pleaded again, a full-body shudder wracking his body.
Seongwu couldn’t deny him any longer. Not when he looked like that.
“Okay”, Seongwu breathed out, just as needy as Minhyun was. “Okay– I’ve got you.”
He dropped the teasing entirely, finally wrapping his hand around Minhyun’s length, stroking him while, at the same time curling his fingers inside Minhyun, picking up his pace as he went.
Minhyun opened his mouth in a silent scream, holding it in as a gasp left his lips. He arched off the mattress, purring intensely against Seongwu, who leaned down to capture Minhyun’s lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing down his loud, breathy moans. Seongwu could feel the tension building up in Minhyun’s body, from the loud purring to the way he was clamping on his fingers; he broke the kiss hurriedly, pulling away from Minhyun entirely.
“Wait”, he muttered against Minhyun’s jaw, slowly pulling his fingers out, causing Minhyun to immediately protest. “Let me…”
He reached blindly for the foil packet on the pillow, hands shaking slightly as he tore it open. Minhyun didn’t wait for him to finish, his hands reaching down to help Seongwu roll the latex down over his erection. His touch burned hot, even through his frantic, clumsy movements.
It made Seongwu want to burn with him.
He felt Minhyun’s legs hook over his hips, his tail swishing frantically.
His intrusive thoughts won.
He reached down the base of Minhyun’s tail, and gave it a short pull.
Minhyun’s reaction was far more explosive than Seongwu had anticipated.
He thrashed under Seongwu, a sharp, high-pitched gasp tearing from his lips. His hands immediately went to Seongwu’s shoulder, clawing at him in a way that should hurt, but Seongwu could only bite back a moan as he felt Minhyun’s short nails digging into his skin.
“That was hot”, Seongwu whispered despite himself. Minhyun glared at him, a heavy flush painting his face. “Hey, you liked that–”
“Don’t”, Minhyun panted, his pupils blown so wide his eyes looked almost entirely black. His tail twitched, then swept around Seongwu’s thigh in a vice grip. “Don’t play with me right now. Just–please. I need you.”
“Okay”, Seongwu nodded, smiling at Minhyun. “Sorry. It’s just… I got curious…”
“You can be curious after you put it in”, Minhyun deadpanned breathlessly, watching Seongwu settle himself between his thighs and… pause to look at him again. “Stop staring!”, he whined, eliciting a chuckle from Seongwu. “Hurry up!”
“You’re very demanding”, Seongwu quipped, aligning himself with Minhyun’s slick, inviting heat, feeling Minhyun’s legs tighten around him, heels digging into his lower back to urge him further. “I just–”, he pushed his hips forward, slowly sinking inside, “think you’re very–”, he let out a soft groan, suddenly overwhelmed by Minhyun’s heat, “--pretty.”
Minhyun let out a breathless, stuttering cry, letting his head fall back against the pillow and exposing the long, pale line of his throat. Seongwu would have bitten into it if he weren’t so busy trying not to come on the spot only from being inside Minhyun. Instead, he buried his face in the crook of Minhyun’s neck, trying to force his racing heart to steady. Every tiny twitch of Minhyun’s internal muscles, every vibration of the deep purr rumbling in his chest, sent violent shudders down Seongwu’s spine.
“You okay?”, he asked, his voice muffled by Minhyun’s skin. Minhyun let out a breathy laugh, then shifted his hips upward, in a deliberate, slow roll that forced Seongwu deeper. Seongwu let out a choked gasp at the movement.
“You okay?”, he asked back, voice wrecked but teasing. “I’m perfect. Don’t stop.”
Seongwu didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back, the friction eliciting another sharp gasp from Minhyun, then snapped his hips forward, establishing a steady, slow rhythm.
The silence of the bedroom was quickly replaced by the sound of their ragged breathing, the wet slap of skin against skin, and the frantic, incessant chiming of the silver bell. Minhyun was incredibly vocal, his moans high and breathy, followed by that heavy, vibrating purr Seongwu could feel echoing in his own chest. He met Seongwu’s every thrust, his long legs wrapped tightly around Seongwu’s waist, completely at his mercy.
Seongwu pulled one hand away from the mattress beside Minhyun’s head, shifting his weight slightly to trail his fingers through Minhyun’s sweat-dampened hair.
The steady rhythm of their bodies moving together was intoxicating, but Seongwu couldn’t resist the temptation–and, once again, his intrusive thoughts– right at his fingertips. As he drove his hips forward, his thumb brushed deliberately against the base of one of Minhyun’s black cat ears.
Minhyun let out a sharp, stuttering gasp, the purr in his chest growing louder. His hips jerked up, throwing off their rhythm, the silver bell at his throat chiming frantically at his erratic movements.
“Seongwu”, Minhyun whined, pulling him down for a kiss, probably in hopes of distracting him, Seongwu figured.
It didn’t work. He pulled back just an inch, lips hovering over Minhyun and curved into a smirk, as his fingers moved to gently pinch and roll the soft, sensitive tips of the feline ears.
That was almost enough for Minhyun to fall apart right there. A high, breathless keen slipped past his lips, his hands flying up to blindly grasp at Seongwu’s wrists. He clamped down hard around Seongwu, tight and desperate, sending a shockwave straight to Seongwu’s groin.
“You like that?”, Seongwu asked, that smug smile still on his lips. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, using his other hand to grip Minhyun’s hip and keep him pinned to the mattress.
“Stop teasing”, Minhyun gasped out, a full body shudder wracking his frame. His nails dug into the skin of Seongwu’s wrists, his tail sweeping erratically against the back of Seongwu’s thighs. “Seongwu–please, I can’t–I’m going to–”
Seongwu could feel it too. The friction, the overwhelming heat, and Minhyun just looking at him like that were pushing him right to the edge. Minhyun’s breathing was ragged, his back arching off the mattress as he chased every inch Seongwu could give him.
“So close”, Minhyun sobbed out, throwing his head back against the pillow. Seongwu could feel him tightening harder around him. “Seongwu–”
Seongwu wanted to give him everything.
And so his intrusive thoughts won a second time.
Just as Minhyun’s eyes shut tightly, Seongwu slipped his hand down from Minhyun’s hip, sliding down his damp back until he found the thick, furry base of the black tail again.
He pulled once.
Minhyun shattered.
A loud, uninhibited cry ripped from his throat, echoing in the bedroom. The silver bell chimed frantically as his back bowed off the bed so hard his chest pressed flushed against Seongwu’s. The orgasm tore through him with a blinding intensity, his body milking Seongwu for all he was worth, driving him to the edge as well.
Seongwu let out a raw groan, his own release hitting him like a trainwreck. He drove his hips forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he possibly could while he spilled inside.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the bedroom were their harsh, ragged breaths and the vibration of Minhyun’s low, satisfied purr.
Seongwu collapsed on top of Minhyun, burying his face in his neck, nosing at the velvet choker before planting an exhausted kiss right under it. His chest heaved against Minhyun’s, trying to regain his breath again as exhaustion slowly made its way back into his body.
Slowly, they started to settle in bed. The bell, which was chiming frantically thanks to Minhyun’s ragged breath, slowly settled back into short, delicate chimes at Minhyun’s movement, now.
Minhyun’s arms slowly went lax as he let out a long, exhausted exhale. His legs unhooked from Seongwu’s waist, dropping heavily on the mattress. He let out a low whine when Seongwu pulled out, his warmth disappearing briefly as he took off the condom to tie it and throw it somewhere in the bedroom. He then cleaned them both up with a tissue, too lazy to do it properly. They’d deal with the mess in the morning.
Seongwu moved to lay down beside Minhyun, not wanting to crush him. Minhyun immediately scooted closer, hiding his face in the crook of Seongwu’s neck, and Seongwu used their position to nip at the tip of one of Minhyun’s sensitive cat ears.
Minhyun gasped, overstimulated, then weakly slapped Seongwu’s arm. “You”, he wheezed, his voice completely wrecked, “are a menace.”
Seongwu just smiled against Minhyun’s hair, pressing a kiss on the top of his head. “You loved it.”
Minhyun let out a short, defeated huff, his tail curling up around them as he settled in Seongwu’s arms to sleep. “Yeah. I really did.”