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By the time Ironman was trying on his first real suit, San was already getting bored and twitchy. Yunho, whose gaze never once left the screen, didn’t really notice his friend’s predicament, even as the siamese’s tail flicked pointedly against his side or curled lightly around his elbow.
Between their group of playmates, they are probably the two most tactile members, after all. A little touching here and there was normal. Expected, even.
For someone who had probably seen the movie more than ten times, Yunho still couldn’t help but get laser focused on the storyline. And while San found it adorable that the golden retriever was enjoying himself, clearly proven by how often his fluffy tail thumped against the couch between them during a particularly animated scene, he wanted to do something else. Anything else, at this point.
Which, in retrospect, was when the trouble really started.
“Hey, Yunho?” Another flick of his tail, fur more intently brushing against the puppy’s wrist and tugging in an effort to demand attention. The distance between the two of them closes by an inch.
“Yeah, San?” Yunho’s gaze flicks over to his fellow pet briefly before an explosion and shouting on screen tugs it back forward. He mouths the lines word by word, lips curled at the corners into a bright smile when he’s proven correct by the characters.
He doesn’t see the way San shifts to press himself fully against the taller pet and only startles when the scene is completely hidden behind broad shoulders and a mischievous smile. As San settles onto his lap, arms stretching to drape over the puppy’s shoulders, Yunho finds his hands instinctively wrapping around a small, tapered waist to keep the kitten steady. It serves as an easy and quick form of distraction even as San whispered rather conspiratorially to him.
“I’m bored.”
One of Yunho’s floppy ears twitches and he tilts his head, brow just slightly furrowed. “Oh! I’m sorry, do you want me to change the movie to something else?” Aside from Marvel movies, it’s not as if they’re lacking entertainment. Yunho is just as happy to watch streamers play games or more for a few hours until their owners get back. He leans forward, just about to offer a popular League streamer as an option, or even the latest season of Arcane, when San cuts off his words with a well placed nip to his ear.
He freezes – and tightens his hold on the kitten’s waist out of surprise. The rewarding soft lick of a wet, rough tongue against his fur has him shivering, thinking of what the act usually promises.
“Hey, hey, don’t tense up. They’re out, remember? And they said that we could play if we wanted to,” San purrs softly between licks. Any other time, Yunho might think his friend was just grooming his fur out of an innate need but he knows he isn’t imagining the way San’s hips are circling slightly against his thighs.
He swallows and knows San hears it from how close he is to Yunho at this point.
“Yeah, but they didn’t say we could play play. We’re supposed to watch the house while they’re – they’re out.”
Yunho also knows that there is no way San didn’t hear the way his breath caught when the latter makes a point to grind down against him. The siamese didn’t seem affected by the reminder of what they promised they would do and merely mewls in glee when he finds that Yunho is just as easily excited – something that his owner often praises him for so he knows it isn’t something to be embarrassed about – as their previous playtimes.
The puppy shifts, thighs spreading just enough to make it more comfortable for his little fattening cock underneath his gray sweatpants. It makes it easier for San to grind down down and this time, they both moan at the spark of pleasure at the friction gained from it.
“But they didn’t say we couldn’t either,” San simpers as he scratches at the back of Yunho’s neck. It’s not a very secret weak spot for the puppy but that is exactly why San aims for it. He watches, eyes narrowing with a skipped heartbeat when the puppy’s shoulders relax and his lips part immediately in a soft pant. “We’re just going to play together a little and then we’ll clean up! As long as we don’t make a mess, they won’t be mad.”
It’s a gray little line they’re both toeing and if there was anyone else at home, they would be less inclined to cross it.
But San and Yunho are alone for at least the next two hours and they’ve already made sure to stick to mostly the kitchen for snacks and the living room for hanging out. What is the likelihood they’ll get caught?
“Please?” San’s plea barely left his lips before Yunho’s hips were driving up to meet his own movement downwards. This time, there was no hesitation as they moved together – San’s hands slipping underneath Yunho’s sweater to paw at his chest while Yunho’s thicker pair curved around San’s ass to squeeze each cheek. They kiss each other needily and each slide of their tongues together had San swallowing Yunho’s soft little whines in between.
It is only when they had to take a moment to catch their breath that Yunho slips his finger tips underneath the elastic of San’s basketball shorts to paw at his ass properly without any barriers. Perhaps a little too eagerly if the resulting giggle he gets from San against his neck is a sign. He licks a line along San’s neck where he knows a vein is prominent and close to where the other man’s scent gland is.
“Careful. No biting, puppy.”
Though when San’s words are followed by a sharp pinch and tug of Yunho’s nipples, the golden retriever nearly forgets about the warning in an effort to muffle the moan he lets out. San takes it as a cue to continue his miniscule torture – alternating mean little pinches with gentle circling of his thumb against Yunho’s sensitive tits. All the while, Yunho’s fingers find their way between San’s cheeks to teasingly press against his furled opening.
He feels San slicking up against his thumb before he smells him. His opening twitches, as needy as the cat himself, before seemingly softening in welcome as Yunho’s thumb taps at it. San’s cock is just as hard as Yunho’s own now too and every shift of their bodies has them pressing against the back of a firm thigh or against Yunho’s soft belly where his sweater has lifted up from San’s arms shifting under. His tail wags against the couch in anticipation.
Neither are very good at playing patiently with one another. Those games are better with someone like Mingi or Wooyoung, a husky and a black cat respectively, who enjoy exploring and drawing things out just to tease.
Before they know it, with all warnings given to them at the foyer forgotten, San has ripped off Yunho’s sweater and nudged his sweatpants down to leave him in just his socks with his back on the couch. San, equally nude, straddles Yunho’s chest with his calves pressed up against each side. It gives him the perfect view of Yunho’s cute cock, flushed red at the tip and dripping a sticky thin line of precum all over his pelvis.
Yunho, on the other hand, has the reach to stretch San out from this position. While the siamese cat arches his back and leans down to kiss at Yunho’s crown, the taller man wraps one hand fully around San’s cock. He’s small, they both are, and it is so easy to engulf him with one of Yunho’s hand that he barely needs to flick his wrist to stroke him a few times. Though San doesn’t get as wet as Yunho from the front, his precum drips steadily – a sign that the kitten is quite turned on and most likely won’t last too long.
With his fingers adequately wet, he presses at San’s rim once more and this time sinks his index finger to the first knuckle. He leaves it in him to let San get used to the intrusion, free hand moving to smack at the kitten’s thigh when he wiggles his hips back to take in more. San’s demanding whine is slightly muffled as he swallows Yunho to the hilt.
Soft lips and a wet hot mouth is what earns San the rest of Yunho’s finger. At the first sandpapery lick against his slit, Yunho pulls his finger out to the tip and fucks it right back it. Both of their cocks twitch, one against San’s soft palate and the other between San’s thighs where Yunho can see easily.
When he adds the second finger, San has to pull off Yunho’s cock to mewl wantonly against his hip. His lashes flutter, dark and contrasting against the high of flushed cheeks, as Yunho begins scissoring him between careful but firm strokes along his slick walls. His cheeks glisten with each pump of Yunho’s fingers as he leaks and adds to the stickiness between his thighs with the physical form of his want.
“Oh, fu–fuck! There!”
Yunho likes to think he’s quite well trained, and he quickly finds the slight spongy bump that has San tightening around his fingers. A little tap has the kitten’s knees jolting to snap closed, but he finds himself unable to with Yunho being quite literally between his knees. Curving his fingertips and dragging firmly as he pulls them out earns the puppy a yowl and San’s cock spitting a glob of precum into the messy pool Yunho’s own cock is making on his front while his tail tightens around Yunho’s wrist.
“Are you feeling good, Sannie?” Yunho already knows the answer but he loves hearing the praise anyways. He treats him to one more purposeful tease to his prostate before pulling his fingers out fully. San’s slick sticks to them thickly, leaving clear strings between them when Yunho pulls them apart.
He makes sure San hears the way he slides his own fingers into his mouth, loudly sucking them clean as he hollows his cheeks and moans around them. He is also starting to get uncomfortably sticky, his own slick slipping down his cleft. Briefly, he wonders how they’ll get the stains out of the couch’s cushions before their owners come home, but that thought disappears when San finally shimmies his way up and turns around to face Yunho.
The puppy’s hands settle once again on San’s small waist, adoration as bright as Yunho’s cheeks. They share a smile, one between two troublemakers, as San lifts his hips slightly and reaches down to take Yunho’s cock and line it up against his rim.
He purrs as he lets Yunho slide against him, head tilted and eyes slightly unfocused. “You’re going to feel so good, puppy,” San whispers. “We’re going to take turns today just like last week, okay?”
The puppy’s hands slide down, caressing San’s hips as they curve, and finally squeezing at his knees. “Okay, anything you want, San-ah.”
Yunho is small enough, like most omegas, to take in relatively easily, especially by another omega. San, having been opened and teased, sucks him in like he never intends to live without being stuffed. He doesn’t even have to pause to get used to the sensation of being entered as he begins riding Yunho at a pace that fills the living room with loud squelches – undeniably of a leaking cock fucking into an extra wet hole.
Little moans slip out of San as he grinds down deep, only to lift himself back up to drop down and use gravity to get Yunho just that little bit deeper inside him while his ears twitch at the top of his head. Yunho lets himself be used, head going a little light as pleasure sparks from his cock to the rest of his body when San instinctively clenches around him with every swivel. His sweat is sticking to his back and the cushion under him and he can see a droplet slipping down San’s temple to his chin.
He wants to lick it off but there are other things that take priority at the moment.
“Uh, ngh! San, San, you have to slow – slow – ah!”
San rides Yunho through his first orgasm, even as the puppy stiffens underneath him and his hips twitch upwards and spills into the kitten. Knowing Yunho well enough after several playdates also means San continues searching for his pleasure, whimpering and pleading even as Yunho cries his name from under him.
“Yuyu, you feel so good, so warm inside me. I can feel you – ah, ah, fuck – twitching hard even as you get soft.”
Yunho’s hands are white knuckled, and will undoubtedly be leaving bruises on the thick thighs they’re squeezing, but he merely whines at the praise. He feels shaken apart but not yet put back together. Greedy and insatiable is how his owner lovingly describes him, and it holds true even with pleasure. His body is demanding more. He isn’t done and neither is San.
“Color?” A system that their owners taught them and one that San uses constantly during their play. Yunho whimpers his answer when San comes to a still in wait.
“G–Green. Keep going. You know what I like.”
Even then, San finds himself pulling off after getting confirmation that Yunho is still good to go. Yunho’s softening cock slips out and is followed by a thick glob of cum mixed with San’s slick. It lands right into the mess on Yunho’s stomach and San scoops it up with his index and middle finger. Yunho can’t help the little jolt or the accompanying shiver when San smiles at him and pulls one of Yunho’s long legs up and over his shoulder.
It is a tight fit with the couch not quite the right size of two men. And yet it’s just perfect with enough space for San to wriggle one finger into Yunho’s ass. “You can add another.” A quirk of a brow is all Yunho gets before he turns his head toward the back of the couch, avoiding all eye contact as he groans at the slight sting of pain. Call him a masochist but something about knowing he is extra tight for whoever is fucking into him gets him just as hard as a little degradation.
San doesn’t bother with trying to find his prostate, knowing Yunho is more than sensitive enough at the moment to climax untouched. With a little tap to Yunho’s thigh, he bends his leg forward and fucks into the puppy slowly. The burn is exquisite and the moan that leaves Yunho’s throat has San fucking forward by instinct. He is already half hard once more and he palms at himself, teasing himself with just a little bit of friction.
“Oh, puppy. You’re doing so good.” San drives in hard and Yunho’s toes are curling as he arches off the couch with a shout. Each thrust in has the furniture squeaking against the floor in between Yunho’s whimpering ‘fuck, san, fuck, please – just – oh, oh, ngh!’ He doesn’t remember closing his eyes but he only parts them when San kisses him as their bodies meet.
He bites at San’s lower lip and tugs, eager to please and relying on instinct to do so, and the sudden contrast of pain has San crying and shaking as he spills into Yunho. He falls on top of Yunho, ears flat against his head and chest heaving from exertion. Even then, he doesn’t forget that Yunho is now hard between them and slides a hand down to stroke him from base to tip.
They both groan as the motion has Yunho tightening around San’s sensitive cock still warmed in him. The little pulses of pleasure edged with too much, so good almost had San crying into Yunho’s shoulder even as he picked up the pace of his wrist. It doesn’t take much longer before Yunho is silently screaming, lips parted and eyes tightly closed as cum slides between San’s fingers and down over them.
As they try to remember how their limbs feel attached to them, they don’t hear the sound of the electric lock clicking, or the sound of the front door opening, until it’s too late.
“Yunho, darling? Sannie? We’re home!” Seonghwa comes in first as he tugs off his jacket and carefully places his shoes to the side. Hongjoong is not too far behind, a plastic bag in his hand filled with two new presents from the pet store they had visited while out. It doesn’t take long for them to see the two pets on the couch and the silence is telling.
This time, when Yunho’s ass clenches, San is whimpering for a different reason.