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Squished in between two gorgeous hybrids, Yunho never really stood a chance.
He should have known better — falling in love with a wicked red jaguarundi and a cunning black Norwegian forest cat was a bad idea. A very bad idea for a gentle golden retriever like him.
The Spiderman movie playing in the background (which the three of them have seen a hundred of times already) has long since dissolved into a blur of light and sound. Forgotten beneath the hush of Yunho’s bedroom, swallowed up by the soft sounds of pleasure and sheets crumpling in sweaty palms.
It is incredibly hard to focus on whatever Peter Parker is doing when the puppy hybrid is getting cornered from both sides.
Wooyoung leans in from the left, all languid grace and not so quiet mischief, his cherry-red tail swaying behind him before curling forward to trace idle patterns along Yunho’s forearm. He keeps his touch feather-light at first, both to test and to tease, slipping more deliberately over Yunho’s skin as goosebumps litter the pale flesh.
On Yunho’s other side, San is closer, warmer, his sturdy body like a furnace burning against the puppy. His puffy tail, black as midnight and shorter compared to Wooyoung’s, brushes and flicks over Yunho’s wrist in gentle, rhythmic strokes, the plush fur grazing the sensitive underside of his arm.
Yunho tries to keep his eyes fixed on the flickering images on the screen, but they slip shut the second the plush lips of the youngest cat find his throat.
They have learned him well.
Pressing barely there, open-mouthed kisses along the elegant column of Yunho's, up to his jaw and back down again, Wooyoung hums, that wicked mouth curving into a smile as Yunho fails to suppress a shudder.
San mirrors his ministrations on the other side, but with sweeter, softer pecks right over his scent gland, already purring like he is the one getting petted. Despite his quieter intent and his gentler persistence, he works in perfect sync with Wooyoung, devastatingly coordinated.
Soft, golden, and far too expressive for his own good, Yunho’s ears betray him next. They are perked up, the floppy tips fluttering with each brush of a bottom lip over his pulse point, with each graze of tiny yet deadly sharp teeth, with each stroke of those pretty tails over his biceps.
Yunho lets out a quiet breath that almost turns into a high whine.
“W-we were watching something,” he murmurs weakly.
Neither San nor Wooyoung answers him.
He struggles to concentrate on one sensation at a time. Opting to fixate his attention on San’s tail, it costs Yunho a tremendous amount of effort to notice how it’s warmer and denser than Wooyoung’s, but no less teasing. Definitely not less tormenting when the tip of it follows the spaces between Yunho’s fingers, caressing digit after digit, mapping out a path that is with no doubt already engraved in the kitty’s mind.
Wooyoung’s tail, then. Sleeker, sneakier, matching the younger cat to an ever frustrating tee, its red fur glistens in the sunlight leaking in through the drawn curtains. It is as restless as Yunho feels, yet calculated and precise, ghosting over the blond hairs of Yunho’s arms that stand up straight, before sneaking under the older boy’s armpit for a torturous heartbeat.
It is no use. Everything is too overwhelming, even though his boyfriends have just started playing with him.
He shivers again.
“Sensitive,” Wooyoung purrs, tone laced with amusement.
“Mm, very,” replies San, just as wicked.
Yunho’s tail, golden like the rest of him, gives an involuntary wag against the sheets.
“The—” the puppy hybrid tries, “the movie…”
His voice lacks conviction.
And even if it held any persuasion, his lovers simply refuse to listen.
Wooyoung’s mouth travels higher, tracing the kisses his lips leave with that sharp nose up to Yunho’s sideburns and hairline where droplets of sweat start to form. San’s small paw wraps tighter around Yunho’s waist to keep him from curling in on himself as both cats scoot impossibly closer, trapping him.
Yunho is no longer the strong guard dog he usually is, able to stand his ground with confidence and assurance. Now, he is a cornered prey, a terrified little mouse for his kittens to toy with before they devour him whole.
After all, San and Wooyoung have always enjoyed playing with their food.
Their tails, red silk and black velvet, continue their gentle assault, bringing forth another layer of goosebumps, drawing warmth from his skin.
Their attention climbs higher. Warm cheeks slide over Yunho’s flushed ones. Noses nuzzle in the shaggy main of dirty blond hair. Mouths too clever for their own good press kisses on Yunho’s scalp, until they reach the place Yunho can never hide from.
His ears.
The first brush of lips there has him melting.
“O-oh, God—”
Yunho’s ears flatten against his head halfway before flicking back up again, caught between instinct and sensation.
It is unfair how utterly sensitive he is there. The faintest touch of a fingertip over the base has him trembling, a careful kiss along the shell leaves him pliant. And when his kittens’ undying devotion for him sharpens, when they aim their arrows on that one spot that makes him lose his mind, his composure shatters entirely.
They know. Those cunning felines know exactly how to transform their favourite protective, possessive canine into a docile little pup.
Wooyoung’s initial lick makes Yunho jolt.
A helpless sound slips out of him, even as he’s chewing his bottom lips to shreds, his fangs digging into the flesh held between his teeth so roughly he tastes copper. Despite all their years together, the texture of their tongues never fails to surprise Yunho — not rough, but not entirely smooth either, a delicate drag and scrape like sandpaper scratching over one’s leg.
Yunho has been ignoring the low hum in the pits of his stomach, those warm, slippery tendrils poking and prodding at his intestines as his pulse starts to pick up and his blood starts to flow faster. Yet with San’s and Wooyoung’s moist breaths so close to his erogenous zones, his cock, already in half-mast ever since his boyfriends glued themselves to his side to snuggle, fills up to full hardness rapidly, so quick that he feels lightheaded. It twitches under the two layers of his boxers and sweatpants, begging for attention.
Which San and Wooyoung refuse to give the throbbing length.
Not now.
Maybe later, if the spoiled cats feel generous.
Yunho can only hope and pray.
At this very moment, they are laser-focused on Yunho’s ears, and Yunho’s ears only.
Just to make every pass of his mouth feel intentional, Wooyoung takes his sweet, sweet time. He nibbles at the base of Yunho’s ear, not even fazed by caramel strands of hair tickling his nostrils, closing his teeth around the cartilage to tug, soothing the sting with little licks. Where the youngest teases and torments with that subtle rasp, San is gentler, even slower, his tongue gliding in in softer, longer strokes that calm as much as they stir.
Wooyoung growls, deep from within his throat, a sound as dangerous as he is. San purrs, deceivingly adorable, a rumble that vibrates through his sculpted chest.
The contrast between them makes Yunho’s head spin, one light and playful, the other sharp enough to keep him on edge.
“Yuyu, you’re trembling,” San whispers.
Yunho feels rather than sees his smile as his own ears twitch.
“I’m— ah, I’m not—”
His fluffy tail lashes wildly in protest. Another full-body shiver rushes through him, causing the bed to rattle.
Wooyoung’s breathy giggle ghosts over dampened fur.
“Sannie is right, pup,” he croons. He bites at the flap while San suckles at the base. “You can’t hide it. You’re shaking all over…”
Yunho opens his mouth to argue. His complaints burn to ashes on his lips when San’s explorative tongue finds the tragus and dips right into his ear canal.
“Fuck—”
His hips lift off the mattress, rutting against nothing but the thick air in his room filled with tension. The only pathetic form of stimulation he gets is the damned seam of his underwear shifting over the pulsating veins that snake along his length.
“Clever kitten,” Wooyoung praises San with a smug, shit-eating grin.
Much to Yunho’s dismay, Wooyoung copies San’s idea, leaving a kiss that drips with spit all over the golden fur before he too spears his tongue and sticks it right into Yunho’s ear.
Their pleased noises are deafening now that they’re even closer. Happy thrills and pompous purrs drone and buzz through Yunho’s entire shuddering frame, bone-deep, deliciously loud and omnipresent.
Wooyoung is practically fucking his ear with his tongue, so sloppy and vile and yet so slow and deep. San, as always, is gentler, keeping his tongue broad and soft. He bobs his head back and forth, switching between drawing circles around the opening of Yunho’s ear and pushing just the tip in, soaking Yunho’s pristine fur in saliva.
More involuntary sounds escape Yunho. Moans, groans, a whiny protest vaguely consisting of the feline’s names.
“Oh, he loves this, doesn’t he?” the youngest chirps, extremely pleased with himself.
As if he doesn’t know the answer. As if their puppy isn’t a laughable heap of shivers and shudders.
“He does, even though he’ll deny it,” San agrees, chuckling. “So tense and twitchy, and from what?”
“Just our tongues,” replies Wooyoung. “It’s just our tongues that got our pup so fucked up, San-ah. Kind of cute how pathetic he is, hm?”
“Be nice, Youngie,” San scolds him, but his growing smile tells a different story.
Defeated, Yunho sags between them, sweat-slick hands clutching at the blankets, tail wagging in uneven bursts as his composure slips further and further away.
His lovers’ attention overlaps — kisses, soft nibbles, alternating touches that never stay in one place long enough for him to recover. Every time Yunho attempts to gather himself, to speak, one of them interrupts: Wooyoung with something sharper, like a harsh bite at the twitching tips more teasing; San with something kinder like a suckle on the temporalis muscle that melts whatever resistances Yunho has left.
“Such a little slut for your kittens’ tongues…” Wooyoung whispers.
Yunho is in no position to argue.
He is so turned on he can’t breathe, can’t think, the veins on his neck protruding and visibly pulsating with blood, his warning growls diffusing into broken whines and whimpers he can’t swallow down.
If his knot is already forming under his boxers, that is something he would rather not admit out loud. Something he prays to God on his bare fucking knees that Wooyoung and San won’t notice.
When Yunho is convinced it is impossible for his situation to get much worse than this, the felines’ tails come into play again.
Where they had been dormant at first, resting on his forearms and hands, flicking and fluttering every now and then to keep him on his toes, the fuzzy appendages now slip beneath the hem of his shirt at once.
Of course, Wooyoung's comes first.
Long and sleek, it glides up along Yunho's sensitive waist to tickle and tease before curving inward, the crimson tip of it circling around his belly button. San's follows more gradually, the thick, obsidian fur brushing in warm, steady passes, tracing Yunho's ribs one by one.
“Sannie, ah,” Yunho squeaks out, breath hitching at the silky soft sensation on his lower torso, “Wooyoungie…”
“Hm?” San inquires. He breathes in the comforting smell of the puppy’s hair, happily butting his head against Yunho's to scent him.
“Something on your mind?” asks Wooyoung, nibbling tiny lovebites along the shell of cartilage hidden under golden fur.
They don't even give him time to reply. The objection brewing on his tongue — if it was even an objection at all — gets stuck in his flushed throat as San rubs his strong body against him and softly moans right into Yunho's ear, as Wooyoung uses both his tail and his razor sharp nails to tug Yunho closer into their embrace.
“You smell so good,” San whispers.
“And you have such a hot body,” adds Wooyoung.
“We love you, baby.”
“We love you so much.”
“Pretty puppy.”
“Our perfect puppy.”
Yunho blushes scarlet, whimpering. His tail thumps against the sheets at the praise, his ears flicking and twitching.
“Let us see more, Yunnie,” the oldest cat purrs.
“Great idea,” agrees Wooyoung with a sultry purr, “Yuyu, be useful for once and take off your shirt for us.”
San's tail may be shorter, but it is strong, just like the rest of him. It curls around the hem of Yunho's shirt and lifts it, until the dog hybrid’s stomach is exposed to the stuffy air of the bedroom.
Yunho shudders for the nth time that afternoon. With much difficulty, and with even greater remorse at the loss of his kittens’ wicked mouths slobbering on his ears, he unsticks his back from the headrest, his quivering fingers making their way down to his shirt.
Wooyoung and San ease off of him and sit back on their hunches. Their curious eyes — one pair soft but piercing, gentle yet fierce, the other mismatched pair sly with predatory elegance, sharp corners full of mischief — follow Yunho's every clumsy movement, slitted pupils dilating when they zone in on rosy flesh getting unveiled.
“See that, San-ah?” Wooyoung grins, “his chest is so pink already…”
“Mm, it's like his entire body is blushing whenever we play with him,” San smirks.
Their tiny fangs glisten in the sunlight as their smug smiles deepen. God, Yunho needs those canines sinking in his throat, marking up his pecs, biting on the insides of his thighs, perhaps grazing along the head of his cock if fortune would be so kind.
His mates are both so breathtakingly beautiful, so different yet so alike, staring at him with reddened cheeks and hungry eyes. Yunho dares only look at their faces, knowing he won't be able to control himself if he allows his gaze to trail any lower.
San's huge black ears are pricked up in interest, the fuzzy tufts at the end catching the dust bunnies floating around the room. Wooyoung's red ears, smaller and pointier, are more relaxed, feigning apathy, though the left one flutters for just a heartbeat as Yunho takes a shaky breath and lifts his shirt over his head.
The garment flutters onto the floor, forgotten. Yunho's dusky pink nipples stand stiff in both arousal and anticipation, every sigh of air that whispers against the hardened buds sending zaps of electricity up his spine.
San smiles dreamily. Wooyoung wolf-whistles.
“Gorgeous,” San sighs, enamoured, so fond that his pupils almost transform into comicbook hearts.
“So beautiful. The prettiest, perkiest little tits,” Wooyoung adds, filthier, licking his lips.
Yunho looks at Wooyoung, at San, then back at Wooyoung, his golden tail giving a hopeful wag.
“You too?” he asks, voice rough like boots in gravel, his plea ending in a pathetic crack. “S-shirts off, I mean?”
The felines share a look. San lifts one of his thick eyebrows, and Wooyoung's canines disappear into the plump flesh of his bottom lip as he tries to stifle a scoff.
“Oh puppy,” he coos, mock sympathy oozing through his tone. “Are me and Sannie so good to you that we have accidentally turned you into a spoiled mutt?”
Yunho's heart sinks into his stomach.
He shakes his head, so wild and frantic that his ears flop.
“No! No, but—”
San's tail presses against his lips, silencing him.
“No ‘buts’,” he giggles. “I think Youngie’s answer was sufficient, no?”
Yunho's shoulders sag. His perked up ears droop in defeat. He yearns to see his boyfriends’ beautiful bodies — San's chiseled from marble, those juicy pecs, that sinfully small waist; Wooyoung's sinuous one, all sharp angles, those adorable small nipples and that delicious V-line leading down to his dick.
“Can I—” Yunho tries, giving them his best attempt at pleading puppy eyes, “can I at least… Touch you? Please?”
They share another look that seems to last for an eternity.
“I suppose,” San answers eventually, sighing once more. The cheeky crinkle next to his eyes and the thrill of his bushy tail bypasses his indifference.
“But just our waists. Only our waists.”
He stalks closer, perky ass high in the air, Wooyoung following him on his heels.
“If you dare to slide those filthy paws any lower,” the younger hybrid hisses, sinking his nails into Yunho's clothed thigh as a warning, “we will stop altogether and cage up that pathetic dick of yours, including your fat knot...”
He licks a fat stripe up Yunho's bicep, blinking up at the puppy through fluttering lashes.
“...For a whole week.”
A distressed, high-pitched whimper leaves Yunho's trembling lips. His stomach clenches at the Sword of Damocles dangling above his head, ready to strike down if he disobeys.
Still, his cock twitches.
“And you know Woo-ya just as well as I do, pup,” San continues, using his tail to play with Yunho's ears which lay flattened against his skull, offering a small gesture of comfort despite the cruel warning.
“That is not a threat, but a promise.”
Wooyoung shoves Yunho's legs apart, pointedly ignoring the puppy’s length jumping under the sweats at his rough treatment. He pats Yunho's left thigh, a silent invitation for the older hybrid to sit on, flashing San his sweetest smile.
Yunho has to fists his hands into the sheets in order not to moan out loud when both kittens straddle his thighs. They are so warm, hot, almost, their bodies like bonfires threatening to burn Yunho alive. Their behinds nestle comfortably on his upper legs, and of course, they both give a tempting little shake of their asses like the devils they are.
And with that, San and Wooyoung are all over him again.
Raspy tongues find Yunho’s clavicles, his neck, then his ears, the insides of it, dipping and plunging in as though they were never gone in the first place. Down-right eating out his highly sensitive ears, the cat hybrids slobber on the tips, drool over the sides, chirping and purring like running engines.
Fuzzy tails tickle his tummy, his sternum, his sides, trailing a sensually slow path up and down his bare torso. When they brush over his nipples, just the ghost of a touch with black and red fur teasing over the stiff nubs, Yunho's head falls back against the headboard, and he groans, loud and raw and broken.
“Ah, a-ahh,” he moans, “fu-u-uck…”
Lightning forks through his veins, pure desire crashing through him hard enough to leave him gasping for oxygen. His throat feels tight, as tight as the flaming knot in his gut, as tight as his balls humming beneath his joggers.
Blindly, his eyes crossing too much in pleasure to properly see what he's doing, he pats around the blankets until he finds the waists of his two boyfriends. His fingers curl around skin so heated it burns straight through their shirts, tugging San and Wooyoung closer to him, needing the contact because he is convinced he might float away otherwise.
“‘s nice, isn't it?” San lisps in his ear. “Is that good, puppy?”
“Tell us, baby,” Wooyoung whispers. “Tell us how you feel.”
While San draws lazy circles around Yunho's left nipple, keeping his tail nice and soft, Wooyoung flexes his, using the tensed end of it to flick Yunho's right nipple harshly. Their touches clash and collide, the stark difference maddening and euphoric in equal measure.
“So— oh, so fucking good,” Yunho curses from between clenched teeth. “Fuck, keep going, d-don't stop—”
“Don’t stop?” San chuckles. “D’you hear that, Youngie? I thought he said we were… Watching something?”
“Of course he forgets all about his precious movie when his favourite kittens are touching him here…”
To add weight to his words, Wooyoung’s tail circles figure-eights over the puppy hybrid’s pecs.
“...And here.”
He plunges his tongue in Yunho's ear canal again before chomping down on the floppy flap, yanking on it with his fangs so hard Yunho is certain it will bear Wooyoung's teeth marks all over come morning.
Yunho’s chest is a deep pink now, blotches of raspberry spreading in uneven patterns, the hue getting even darker the further down where it dips beneath his waistband. His nipples are hard, so incredibly stiff that it borders on painful. Each stroke and flick and brush of San’s and Wooyoung’s tails rips either a whine or a quiver out of him, his back arching off the bedpost to chase every touch.
Not only his nipples are hard.
His cock is, too, unbearably so, straining against his boxers and joggers. He can feel his rapid heartbeat in the length, his pulse thudding in the veins like a hummingbird’s wings.
His knot is definitely at its full, imposing size right now. Fat and red and swollen, aching to be pumped empty into a tight, slick, hot hole, and his sly boyfriends haven’t even taken off his sweats.
How embarrassing.
Something hot and tacky drips onto his thigh. It takes Yunho five, six embarrassingly long seconds to realize it is his own pre-cum, trickling from the tip of his cock to seep down the crook of his leg. His nostrils flare in an attempt to block out the heady smell of his own arousal, humiliation crashing over him like a tidal wave, but it is futile — with his senses heightened a thousandfold, every nerve attuned to his feline lovers, his sensitive nose catches the scent of their slick as well.
Strawberries and cream mingles with cherry and black pepper, permeating the air with a sickeningly sweet cocktail of ripe, spiced fruit. Yunho's own notes of musk and cedar curl around it like wisps of smoke in a dance of lust and love, clinging to the windows damp with condensation, penetrating the walls, the wood beneath the bed, the pores of the three bodies moving on the mattress.
Yunho’s mouth waters. His lips tingle. His tongue itches to taste them, to spread their tight holes wide open and indulge in their essence, getting drunk and high and wasted on that sweet-tangy concoction.
The wolf inside Yunho, fearless and imposing, howls at him to turn the tables, to subdue and conquer. To scruff San and Wooyoung by their marked necks with claws and fangs alike, to pin them to the bed and take them apart one by one until they're yelping and yowling.
But he can't.
All he can do is lie there and take whatever his kittens decide to give him. All he can do is sniff harder, deeper, wishing to catch even the smallest whiff of their spiking scents. All he can do is shift his thighs, in hopes to feel their delicious slick leaking through their clothes as he himself is soaking through his.
San’s mouth leaves his ear for a brief moment.
Yunho almost sobs in relief, but the break San grants him is short-lived.
Instead, the older cat attaches his lips to Yunho’s exposed throat. He kitten-licks at the perspiration beading there, revealing his viciously pointed fangs as he moves to the front, scraping them over Yunho’s jugular and Adam’s apple.
Yunho’s hips buck again. Instinct overrides rational thought. He is torn between wanting to lean in so he can feel the canines sinking in and scrambling back to escape the danger looming over him.
“Careful,” Wooyoung purrs.
His fingers tangle in San’s ink-black hair, pushing San’s face closer against Yunho’s throat.
“This kitty’s got fangs, pup. He may look cute, but he ain’t afraid to use them.”
Oh, does Yunho know that.
San giggles, sealing his lips over the thin skin stretched over Yunho’s larynx.
Yunho tries to swallow.
He can’t.
San’s teeth prevent him from doing so.
Yunho’s better judgment barely has time to stir before pure want crushes it beneath its heel. Overcome, overpowered, struggling for oxygen, he lets San do as he pleases, which is sinking in his tiny fangs hard enough to draw miniscule droplets of blood.
San licks the red liquid away, sealing the bite with a searing kiss.
“San,” Yunho chokes, “San-a-ah…”
Wooyoung’s perky ass draws a salacious circle on his thigh, as if to say ‘don’t even think about forgetting me’.
How can Yunho even attempt to do so when the youngest is now pulling his hair, when Wooyoung does that agonising thing with his slender tail by dipping the end of it into his navel?
“Y-Youngie, Wooyoungie—”
God, both his and San’s behinds are close, so close to where Yunho needs them most. Yet he doesn’t dare shift, he doesn’t dare move.
It goes without saying that Wooyoung notices his strain, how every muscle in the dog hybrid’s body fights to keep still.
“Poor little thing,” Wooyoung croons.
It drips with fake empathy.
Yunho’s cock drips at the condescending tone, too.
Wooyoung also moves away from Yunho’s ear — a cue for San to move back up again, the both of them never, ever offering him a moment of peace — nosing the damp, stray hairs away from Yunho’s forehead and leaning back so he can take a good look at his puppy shattering into pieces under him.
“Aww, you’re so worked-up, aren’t you?” he asks, feigning a pout, knitting his red eyebrows upwards in a faux compassionate quirk. “Your pretty pink nipples are so, so hard, Yuyu…”
“Bet something else is real hard too,” San breathes in Yunho’s ear, his tail swishing over Yunho’s pecs to drive his point home.
Whatever laughable amount of Yunho’s restraint somehow still remained, it crumbles to nothing but dust.
“Please,” he croaks out, not even sure what he is begging for.
Two Wooyoungs with two matching wicked grins float in front of his face. Yunho blinks, thrice, twice, stars dotting his vision, so aroused that he can’t tell left from right. The disjointed rumble of words that follow flow out of him like a whining waterfall.
“Fuck, please— I am hard, ‘m so fucking hard that it hurts… Hurts so bad… I’m— ah, I’m making a m-mess, my cock is so wet for you, it’s dripping all over my thighs, Wooyoungie, San-ah, please—”
San’s face appears as well, one cheek pressing to his feline counterpart.
The cat hybrids look Yunho up and down, right from their comfortable spots on Yunho’s thighs where they both leak that decadent mixture of soothing strawberry and crushed cherries.
Wooyoung butts his face against San’s.
“What do you think, kitten?” he asks.
He cradles San’s jaw, brushing a fleeting kiss on the older boy’s mouth.
“Have we tortured our silly mutt enough?”
San nuzzles into Wooyoung’s palm, answering the gentle press of his mouth with a cheeky lick over the mole on Wooyoung’s bottom lip.
He drags it out, repaying Wooyoung with happy chirps and purrs. His tail finds Wooyoung’s, black intertwining with red, and for a couple of short yet precious few seconds, Yunho gets the chance of just simply watching his two favourite playmates, his two lovers, share an adorable, intimate moment together.
“Hmm…” San replies, pursing his lips and tapping his chin as if he’s thinking it over.
Silence stretches. Yunho’s heart beats so loud that it nearly jumps out of his flushed, goosebump-littered chest, his balls humming and buzzing, his knot pulsating in excruciating anticipation.
They could leave him high and dry.
It wouldn’t be the first time — if there is something the cunning kitties love more than anything else, more than San’s strawberry cake, more than napping on top of their puppy partner while Yunho watches over them, it would be transforming Yunho into brainless mush, only to abandon him and wander off to do their own thing while poor, poor Yunho is hard and aching and crying for relief.
Thank God and all His angels above, San delivers the verdict.
“I think our Yunnie has been on his best behaviour,” he croons. “We trained him nicely. Well, you did.”
Yunho’s tail goes wild behind him, a golden blur of frantic motion. His spit-drenched ears perk up, so high that they almost touch the ceiling.
“Mm, I agree, my sweet Sannie,” Wooyoung proudly nods. “He has been so patient, so obedient… So pliant and submissive. Just how we like him best.”
He ruffles Yunho’s hair, scratching behind his ears, a delighted giggle escaping him as Yunho’s feet thumps against the mattress at the praise and loving touch.
“...Though I suppose it would be fun to edge him until he’s sobbing.”
No.
No, no, no.
Ice-cold dread washes over Yunho.
“I—”
He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, chomping down on it. Protesting means provoking a reaction, and knowing Wooyoung and San, that could be anything: ranging from a harsh spanking from their youngest or having to sleep in his bench without the warmth of the two felines.
“He is very pretty when he cries…” San muses.
Yunho shouldn’t like it. In fact, he should hate it, how they talk about him as if he isn’t even there in the same room with them. And yet, it lights him up from the inside, white-hot fire winding him tight with need.
From the corners of his sharp eyes, San casts a sneaky look at Yunho. At the sight of fat, frustrated tears settling on the puppy hybrid’s waterlines, however, his expression immediately softens.
Bless him and his soft spot for Yunho.
“...But let’s leave that for another time,” he decides. “Right now, he deserves a treat.”
“A treat it is, then,” Wooyoung concludes.
His heated gaze settles back on Yunho, and he smiles, wide and Cheshire, mismatched eyes twinkling with both adoration and mirth.
“A nice treat for our good, good boy.”
Yunho barks. Involuntary, instinctive, loud.
He slaps a hand around his mouth, his teary eyes going wide in shock, his cheeks turning scarlet.
“Sorry, ‘m so sorry— shit, I didn’t mean to—”
Wooyoung’s tail pries his trembling fingers away from his face.
“Hush now, Yuyu,” he shushes, chuckling. “The little pup just got a bit too excited, hm? That’s alright, baby. You can bark as loud as you need to. I know your dumb doggy brain is too soft and mushy to think properly right now.”
Yunho whines, pouting, wet ears drooping, though his treacherous dick throbs at the condescending words.
San smiles at him, softer, gentler.
“Let us hear all those beautiful sounds,” he murmurs, “and let me and Young-ah take good care of you like you deserve.”
Both he and Wooyoung dismount from the older boy’s legs. Two strings of slick, tacky and gooey, connect the fabric of their pants to Yunho’s, stretching to their limit before breaking off and splashing onto Yunho’s thighs.
Yunho’s chest clenches with pride, the realization that his lovers, his partners are aroused because of him stuffing his empty head full with fluffy cotton.
Salviating, his gums stinging with the effort it takes to not let his own fangs protrude, he stares at the mess on his legs, short of breath, dizzy with lust.
Fuck, he wants to taste them so bad… If they only would—
“Shove your pants down for us.”
Wooyoung’s command shakes him out of his thoughts.
“And take out that big cock of yours.”
Yunho staggers into motion, laggy and choppy and clumsy. His graceless, sweaty paws fail to find purchase on his joggers, and he gives a frustrated little yip, clawing at the drawstrings that just won't cooperate.
“Jesus, just look at him,” Wooyoung snorts. He shakes his head. “So stupid already. Adorable.”
“Help the poor pup,” San urges, giving him a nudge. “C’mon, give him a hand.”
“Alright, alright,” the younger sighs. “Fine. Gosh, you're so weak for him.”
“Weren’t you the one gifting him that ridiculously expensive collar he had been talking our ears off about for weeks?”
“San-ah, that's different,” Wooyoung counters.
“Whatever you say, kitty,” smiles San, licking his palm so he can smooth down the fur on his tail.
“Don't just sit there all cute ‘n unfairly fucking gorgeous grooming yourself,” Wooyoung hisses. “At least put in some effort, too. Spoiled brat.”
San winks at him, blowing him an apologetic kiss before he too shuffles closer.
“Mm, bossy.”
Their bickering flies right over Yunho's head.
His pulse thunders in his ears. His scent gland throbs. He is a mess of shivers and nerves and slick, both his own and his lovers’, caught in excruciating suspense.
The sensation of two eager pairs of hands wrapping around the elastic band of his joggers startles him. Together, San and Wooyoung shove both his sweatpants and his boxers down in one go, giggling and coo-ing amongst each other at how drenched the grey fabric is, their own scents spiking.
Yunho's rock-hard cock slaps upward against his lower stomach. It leaves an instant sticky smear on his skin, pre-cum trickling down the length to either disappear in the golden patch of curls decorating his pelvis or sliding down his hips and soiling the sheets under him.
He whimpers, digging his toes and his tail into the mattress, the soft afternoon breeze whispering over his dick almost tipping him over the edge.
It's a goddamn miracle he hasn't come yet.
A statement his playmates agree on, judged by their smug smirks.
“Would you look at that,” Wooyoung purrs, trailing his piercing gaze over the trembling puppy like he's picking out a fresh piece of meat at the butcher.
“Your knot is all swollen, almost as red as my fur. You really don't need much, huh?”
“So hard and wet for us, he's dripping…” San breathes in awe. “You're close already, aren't you?”
One again, Yunho doesn't trust himself to answer.
His mates crawl closer, easily manipulating and manhandling his naked, pliant body despite their every day size and height differences. Yunho ends flat on his back, his caramel hair a broken halo on the pillow, his tail wagging and swishing and thumping even though it is now trapped between his own body and the sheets.
“You know what happens if you come too soon for our liking,” Wooyoung states, settling on his right side, all dressed and not a hair out of place. “Don't you, puppy?”
“Y-yes…”
“Well?” San sing-songs. He finds a cozy spot on Yunho's left side, looking just as pristine and composed as his feline mate.
Two pairs of starved eyes with widened pupils bore holes into his skin, waiting.
Another high-pitched whine rips itself out of Yunho's throat. He can barely get the dangerous words out.
“You’ll overstimulate me,” he whispers.
“Damn right,” San grins.
But Wooyoung is not yet content with his answer. He noses over the mark San has left on Yunho's throat earlier, peeking up at the puppy hybrid through his lashes.
“Until…?”
“...Until you both are satisfied…”
It earns him a gnaw on his clavicles and a delighted thrill of tails, fuzzy black and sleek red forming happy, quivering question marks behind San and Wooyoung.
“Well done, Yunnie,” praises San.
“Good boy,” Wooyoung coos. “Turns out you're not as dumb as you look.”
That is the only warning Yunho gets.
They cage him in, clothed bodies pressing to Yunho's very bare one, snug and possessive.
If Yunho thought their heated skin against his was enough to overwhelm him, what they do next steals all the oxygen from his lungs.
Both tails curl around his cock at the same time.
“Fuck,” Yunho cries, pleasure drawing his back as tight as a bow, his hips lifting like an invisible string pulling him upward. “Oh, fucking fuck—”
It is indescribable. Too soft to feel like deft hands and clever fingers, too fuzzy to feel like a warm mouth, too loose to feel like a tight, wet hole. And yet, it leaves him wrecked with want, his brain short-cirquiting, the sensation driving him positively insane.
One tail draws lazy patterns around his leaking tip, black, dense fur covering the head in a velvet blanket of softness. The other runs up and down along his length, tracing the pulsating purple veins with cherry red fuzz.
“What's the matter, pup?” Wooyoung grins at his full-body tremble. “Cat's got your cock?”
As though Yunho isn’t already trembling on the edge of breaking apart, as though his eyes aren't tearing up, his vision swimming from the force of it, Wooyoung's and San’s hungry mouths descend on his chest like they want to devour him whole.
While San kitten-licks at his nipple, rubbing his flushed face against Yunho's ribs with a rumbling purr, Wooyoung drags his fangs around the other areola, nibbling at the stiff peak.
“Oh my God,” Yunho whines, both hands finding his lovers' waists, caught between pulling them closer or pushing them off, drowning in the confusing push and pull of clinging or recoiling. “Oh my God, Wooyoungie, San-ah—”
“What do we say when we get a nice treat?” Wooyoung asks oh so sweetly. He worries his teeth at the plump flesh of Yunho's pec, taking it between his fangs to tug at it.
Letting out another uncontrolled, undignified bark, Yunho squeezes his eyes shut, tears spilling free, rolling over his blotchy cheeks.
“Thank you, fuck, thank you—”
“Mm, such good manners you have,” San praises.
Rewarding him, Wooyoung lets his tail wrap tighter around Yunho's weeping dick, using the silky soft grip to tug the foreskin over the crown, back, forth, back, forth.
San's tail slithers between his spread legs. The bushy tip tickles Yunho's shaking inner thighs, ghosting over his tight sac drawing up tight with his impending orgasm, down down down, where it brushes over the dog hybrid’s fluttering hole.
Warm fur. Slow, deliberate pressure. Wet tongues and pointy fangs. The overpowering scent of strawberries and cream, of cherries and black pepper.
“I—” Yunho warns, voice cracking.
Heat surges through him so fast it hurts, sharp and molten beneath his goosebump-littered, kiss-marked skin, racing up and down his spine to crash white-hot deep in his gut.
His entire frame goes rigid on the sheets. His knot swells.
“I-I think ‘m gonna—”
Too fast. Way too fast.
“You can come, baby pup,” San lisps around his nipple, smiling against the pebbled flesh.
“But we won't stop,” adds Wooyoung, grinning like a cat that's got the cream. “Not until your balls are drained. Not until you're absolutely fucking delirious.”
His fatal vow falls upon deaf, frantically twitching ears as Yunho plummets head-first into his orgasm.
With a broken string of shrill yips, he spills all over his stomach and chest, vision cutting to nothing but blinding light. Hot cum streaks his abused nipples. Musk and cedar clog the air.
Clawing at his lovers' waists, he thrusts his hips up, his shooting cock slipping through the fuzzy tunnel of red fur, his ass pressing back against the bushy black tip fleeting over his hole, wildly searching for all the delicious sensations all at once.
San kisses his cheek.
“Yeah, there you go,” he whispers, nosing at the golden hair sticking to Yunho's temples.
“Knew he wouldn't last long,” Wooyoung quips, clicking his tongue, though the fond curve of his mouth contradicts his disapproval.
Yunho can barely breathe through it. He spasms through the aftershocks, ears flattening, tail low tucked and vibrating, his thoughts scattered apart completely. Dazed and overheated and dizzy between the two felines, every millimeter of him is painfully aware of the lingering touches that refuse to stop.
Because Wooyoung and San always keep their promise.
The older cat’s small paws steady Yunho as he trembles, while the younger licks his way up and presses a kiss on Yunho's ear.
Then another. And another. A fourth, a fifth, growing in intensity and lewdness, San's lips following shortly after.
Dragging a finger through the tacky filth on Yunho's stomach, San giggles in his ear.
“Sweetheart, you came so much… Was it that good?”
Tremors continue to ripple through Yunho in uneven waves. His instincts scream at him to squirm away, to flee from those scratchy tongues licking over the shells of his ears and those blade-like fangs tugging at the twitching ends of it, to escape from those evil tails drawing loving patterns all over his thighs and arms and torso.
He whines. He is too weak, too desperate.
With his boyfriends’ bodies glued against his own, effectively snaring him, Yunho can only bury his head in San's clothed chest, drooling on the fabric of the shirt that very unfortunately still covers it.
San smells divine. His scent is even sweeter now. Ripe strawberries covered in whipped cream, ready to be eaten under the summer’s sun.
As Wooyoung presses closer against Yunho from the other side, lathering his tongue over all the dips and ridges of the dog hybrid’s ear, his luscious scent spikes, too. Just as sweet, plump cherries begging to be picked, but darker, tinged with that distinct hint of dangerous spice.
Every shaky breath Yunho takes carries their scent deeper into his lungs, flooding them with their claim instead of much needed oxygen.
“Filthy boy,” Wooyoung tuts, sweetly cruel. “Pathetic. Look at the mess you made.”
The words should sting more than they do.
Instead, they make Yunho's cum-tacky cock jump on his stomach. It's like his body knows San and Wooyoung wouldn't go easy on him — his length hasn't softened. It lays hard and pulsating below Yunho's navel, leaking an unending stream of arousal from the tip.
Drawn in by its gravitational pull, devoted to ruin both the throbbing length and the overwhelmed pup attached to it, both San's and Wooyoung's tails come back to play.
They curl around Yunho's cock, black, short and bushy next to red, slender and smooth. Tighter than earlier. More determined and calculated. No ticklish teasing, no prickly tormenting, but long, purposeful pulls, moving the foreskin all the way back before tugging it over the seed-soaked crown.
Back, forth, back, forth.
“A-ah,” Yunho gasps, twitching, squirming on the sheets. “Nghh, ‘m still— ah, s-sensitive—”
San smiles against his ear.
“Oh, we know.”
“That’s part of the fun, you dummy,” Wooyoung chuckles.
As they work in perfect synchronisation on his dick, Yunho's now overly sensitive ears undergo that same maddening oral examination from earlier. Nibbling on the ends, biting at the base. Kitten-lapping over the folds, slobbering on the flaps, speared tongues diving in and licking deep, deeper, deepest.
Repeat.
“Slo-how—” Yunho begs. “Please, s-slow down—”
They don't listen.
“Look at these,” Wooyoung murmurs in his ear, almost mockingly affectionate. “So fucking cute when they get all twitchy like that. I love ‘em, baby.”
Yunho's ear flicks weakly on instinct,
“They're so beautiful,” San whispers, a breathy chuckle sending chills down Yunho's arms. “Pretty and golden, just like you…”
Their constant sounds fill Yunho's bedroom, drowning out everything else. Purring, chirping, praising. Meowing and moaning softly every now and then, driving Yunho up the wall, making his nerves spark violently awake again.
“God, you smell delicious,” rumbles the older cat hybrid, fondly rubbing his forehead against Yunho’s sweat-damp temple.
His younger counterpart hums in agreement, though his grin carries something sharper.
“Mm, he does. So feral and wild. Bet he’s absolutely drowning in his own slick right now.”
Yunho tries to answer — maybe deny it, maybe beg them to stop teasing him — but the words dissolve into a helpless gasp when both tails constrict around his inflated knot now almost as red as Wooyoung's fur.
“N-no— nghhh—”
His own tail has unconsciously folded itself between his spread legs. An attempt to cover himself up. A pathetic one, because Wooyoung is right: even Yunho's hole is leaking. Translucent slick smelling of cedar and musk dribbles onto the swishing appendage, matting the golden fur.
Yunho is a goddamn mess. A mess of sweat and seed and cum and shivers. The flaming coil in his gut curls tighter with each squeeze on his swollen, bright-red knot, with each whispered praise, with each clever lick or harsh gnaw on his ears.
His soaked thighs tremble violently. Another wave of heat rolls through his stomach hard enough to leave him choking on a gurgled moan.
“No?” San asks, disappointment lacing the inquisitive meow that follows.
Yunho feels his small kitten-lips curl into a pout. His stomach churns with guilt.
“You're not telling us to stop, are you?” Wooyoung murmurs from his other side.
It's not even a question, moreso a statement. A warning. A knife wrapped in velvet, engraved with San’s and Wooyoung's names in it, forged solely to slice him open.
Yunho shakes his head. Then nods. Then shakes his head again. He doesn't even know what he wants anymore. Coherent thoughts abandon him. There is only instinct: he needs to come again, he has to come again.
It's incandescent, vicious in its intensity. Agonizing, impossibly intense, exquisite torture.
Wooyoung smiles a knowing grin, a predatory smirk full of teeth and trouble.
“Imagine how gutted our Sannie will be when you refuse the pretty kitten his milk,” he drawls, letting spit saturate the inner side of Yunho's ear before he greedily laps it back up again.
Yunho growls at the crude choice of words, baring his fangs into a snarl — only to sink them deep into his tongue to keep himself from barking as his impending peak threatens to seize him once more.
“And we both know your pretty puppy parts still got plenty,” the youngest cat giggles. “You wanna be good for us, don't you, Yuyu? Your kittens’ good, obedient little mutt?”
“Please?” San adds with the softest, sweetest voice, a stark contrast to his tongue dipping so deep Yunho can feel it in his skull. “Pretty please, Yunnie?”
“Yes, yes—” Yunho pants despite himself, drenched tail slapping against the blankets, the ever-present urge to please, to serve overriding everything else.
“I'll be— ah, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, I'll be good, I promise, ‘m a good boy—”
“Then come for us,” San purrs.
Their tails curl at their tightest, squishing the fat knot in between them.
"C'mon, mutt,” Wooyoung encourages. “Do it. Now.”
Yunho obeys them with a wordless cry and the arch of his back so violent the bed creaks and moans in protest under the three of them. The insignificant sound gets swallowed by his deafening wail ripping itself free from his heaving chest as fresh ropes of cum burst from his angry scarlet cock.
It is too much, it is not enough, all at once, leaving the dog hybrid trapped somewhere between mind-breaking pleasure and complete sensory collapse.
“Ah— ah, fff—”
His dumb, drooling lips can't form his mates’ names. They part and close, spit stretched between them, in swallowed hiccups, gasps for air, high-pitched whimpers loud enough to rattle the windows.
With heavy-lidded eyes that keep crossing and sting with salty tears, he stares down the debauched sight of his dick splurting white all over bushy black and fuzzy red.
“Hahhh… oh, shit—”
Wicked tails keep strangling his knot, milking him dry while steady spurts of cum subside into a pearlescent trickle.
Yunho may not be gushing anymore, but he feels like he is still coming — his abs contract erratically, his sweaty skin feels too tight for his writhing body to contain, every nerve in his quivering frame is flayed open with sensation.
He is on fucking fire, everything hurting in the way only unbearable pleasure can.
The constant, unstoppable stimulation has him uttering another broken wail, his claws tearing the blankets to shreds, threads snapping beneath his grip while spasms and jerks wreck him. He twitches helplessly between craving and overload, wanting to squirm away from it, but San and Wooyoung aren’t having any of it.
Wooyoung’s nails dig into the flesh of his bicep while San forces Yunho back down with a gentle yet firm hand against his chest.
“Stay, boy,” Wooyoung hisses, biting Yunho’s ear. “Be good and submit.”
“Breathe,” San reminds him, always gentler, though his claws puncture the mauled skin of Yunho’s torso in a brief warning. “Breathe for us, love.”
Yunho can’t.
He can’t even see straight, his vision blurred at the edges by salted tears and multi-coloured stars, eyes unfocused and wet while his breathing comes in short, uneven bursts. He is molten, dissolved completely between them, held there by loving yet firm hands and steady purring, waiting, praying for the violent aftershocks to fade.
They don’t.
Not when Wooyoung and San refuse to retreat for even a heartbeat.
Though they withdraw from Yunho’s flattened ears soaked in mixed spit, though their drenched tails finally release their vice grip around Yunho’s dick — still stiff, achingly so — the felines press impossibly closer against him, licking the sweat and tears away from Yunho’s strawberry red face, their hands roaming his torso with renewed vigor.
This time, it is Wooyoung who drags his fingers through the new layer of cum on Yunho’s stomach.
“What a waste of yet another good load,” he sighs, scooping some of the warm, milky white liquid up and offering it to San, who eagerly accepts it with a delighted chirp and a pleased flick of his large ears.
“Such a shame you couldn’t pump it into our holes…”
Still drowning, still caught between crashing down onto earth and floating on cloud nine, Yunho's tail gives three, four enthusiastic thumps against the torn, cum-soaked sheets.
“A shame indeed,” San agrees.
He licks Wooyoung's fingers clean with cat-like precision, his eyes fixed on Yunho turning into those adorable half-moons as the taste of musk and cedar spreads on his raspy tongue.
“Me and Youngie are so wet for you…” he murmurs around the pad of Wooyoung's thumb.
God, Yunho knows, because he can feel it, smell it everywhere, strawberries and cherries filling every corner of his awareness, consuming him so completely there is room for nothing else.
“...So soft and warm, so tight, Yuyu…”
“But we won't stay tight for long when you fuck us, huh, Yunnie?” Wooyoung adds, wiping up more of the mess for the older cat to play with, his sharp fangs and his even sharper eyes glistening.
“No matter how useless it may be, your big cock always stretches us out so well…”
“Please,” Yunho croaks out without meaning to. Fire engulfs him in a wave of pure need as he weakly paws at the kittens. “Please, Young-ah, Sannie, please let me fuck you—”
San giggles. Wooyoung scoffs.
“Now?” the latter asks, sharing an incredulous look with San. “When you're like this? All broken and stupid? I don't think so.”
"B-but—!”
“Baby, you can't even think, let alone satisfy us.”
The taunt draws a string of thin, miserable whines from Yunho, all injured pride and helpless frustration, wounded and utterly lacking in dignity.
San nudges his face against Yunho's cheek, peppering butterfly kisses along his jaw.
“There will be plenty of other times you can fill our holes up, I promise.”
It earns him a scowl and a playful swat of Wooyoung's paw. The younger is quick to forgive San's moment of weakness, however — with a gentle hand in the feline’s hair, Wooyoung guides him further down so both of their chins are propped up on Yunho's blotchy, cum-streaked chest.
He turns his face inward, capturing San's lips with his own, his heated gaze never leaving their pup as he kisses San, deep and filthy and impossibly intimate.
Purrs and moans mingle, as do their breaths and tongues. Yunho, poor lonely forgotten Yunho, is pinned between them, rendered unable to do anything else but dumbly gawk at his gorgeous lovers making out on top of him.
His galloping heart stutters. His dripping ass clenches around nothing. His rebellious cock twitches and jumps in the cooling puddle of his cum.
“Speaking of holes…” Wooyoung crudely muses after what seems like eons.
A conspiratorial glance passes between him and San, their expressions shifting in quiet tandem as the private, wordless agreement settles between them.
Judging by the implish dimple appearing in San's cheek and the sultry, now even heavier droop of Wooyoung's left eye, it can't mean anything merciful for Yunho.
Wooyoung's tail slithers between the puppy hybrid’s quivering thighs again. Tufts of cherry red fur brush over Yunho's humming balls before trailing over his perineum, dipping lower, until it taps against his fluttering opening.
Yunho nearly folds in half, crying out.
“Nnnh— fu-huck, wait— I’m—”
Moist, hot lips on his silence him. San’s raspy tongue licks at the seam of his mouth, asking for access, which Yunho gives him as his jaw drops open in a broken whine.
Molten heat and sharp panic crash together in his chest, a confusing mixture of fear and blistering arousal mingling with spiking notes of cherries, cedar and strawberries. He mewls into the kiss, twisting against the mattress, trying futilely to escape the curious prodding around his hole while unconsciously chasing it at the same time.
“Shhh,” San shushes against his lips. His own tail trails that same maddening path on Yunho's torso, down, down, down, until velvety fur black as night coils around his balls.
“We just wanna play with you a little bit longer, puppy. You’ll let us, won’t you?”
Between Yunho's quivering thighs, Wooyoung trades teasing for action. The slender, tufted tip of his red tail dips in. Eased by the copious amounts of slick Yunho is leaking, the tapered end breaches the first ring of muscle smoothly, pushing past the barely there resistance.
“W-wait,” Yunho tries again, gasping, whimpering, “Oh. Oh, mmh, that feels so—”
His eyes cross, rolling back into his skull.
“Yup, there he goes,” Wooyoung croons, watching Yunho melt with a satisfied smirk while his tail carefully pushes in deeper. “Completely fucking gone.”
Kisses press against Yunho's throat, open-mouthed and lazy. Then lower, across the teeth marks around his scent gland, along his collarbones, down the center of his chest. There, Wooyoung's fangs graze over blotchy, sweaty skin, finding Yunho's mauled nipples again. It rips another pathetic sound out of Yunho which San swallows with a searing kiss and a low purr.
San quickly joins Wooyoung, scattering kisses over Yunho's clenched jaw, down his neck where the puppy's pulse flutters in the protruded veins, teeth grazing sensitive flesh before being soothed by the rough drag of his tongue.
Together, they chuckle softly at Yunho's strangled mewl when both San's tail sweeps over his tingling balls and Wooyoung's tail pushes further into his ass.
Yunho is too far gone to even briefly mourn the fact that the appendage sliding deeper into him is neither San’s nor Wooyoung's cock. Too far gone to wish the roles were reversed, that he is the one dicking down his kittens instead of vice versa.
The sensation of a fucking tail filling up his needy, leaking hole is incredible, though wholly unfamiliar — supple muscle strong enough to gently stretch him open and explore his insides like fingers or a cock would, silky fur plush enough to tickle the wet walls of his hole, to tease, to keep him on edge at all times and have him squirming and trashing on the bed.
Blood rushes in his ears still flattened against his hair and dripping with spit, muffling everything else, almost loud enough to drown out Wooyoung's saccharine sweet voice.
“My lovely Sannie,” Wooyoung addresses the older cat, “be a good kitty and gimme yours as well. He's definitely wet enough to take us both.”
“Nngh—!” Yunho squeaks out, panic flashing across his teary face.
He tries to shuffle back on the mattress as San's tail travels from his tightened sac to his entrance, high-pitched yips escaping him when he realizes he can't move a single muscle because of how San and Wooyoung have pinned his weakened body down.
“Biiiiiig stretch,” Wooyoung informs him with a lethal grin.
A second tail soon skims over the wet furl of his ass.
Wooyoung laps at Yunho's nipple, chirps against his chest, offering a cruel comfort in the midst of the vicious storm that is the bushier, fuzzier end of San's tail penetrating Yunho besides his own.
“Ah, oh s-shit,” Yunho moans, head tipping back, scrunching his eyes shut. “Ungnh, ‘m so full, ‘s so much—”
San coos at his pathetic noise. One of his happily flicking ears nudges Yunho's chin back down.
“Eyes on us, Yuyu,” he says softly.
“Better listen to Sannie, pup,” Wooyoung adds. “Watch. Watch us ruining you.”
Yunho tries. He really does.
But his eyes cloud with fresh tears, crossing embarrassingly every time another rough lick drags over his painful nipples. Sweat and cum clings to his skin like San and Wooyoung are clinging onto him from both sides, his breath rattling in his throat as their two tails push the deepest they can go and start moving.
San withdraws, Wooyoung thrusts in. Wooyoung draws back, San sinks in. That same provoking pattern repeats, over and over and over.
Yunho has taken both of his feline lovers before. More often than he would like to admit, he ends up sobbing on their dicks, the deliciously sharp barbs on their lengths scratching over his insides preventing him from squirming loose. They always fill him up so well and stretch him out so nicely — Wooyoung's cock impressive in size as well as girth, veiny and perfectly curved, San's smaller and more chubby, crowned with a wider, pulsing head.
But this, getting stuffed to the brim by their tails, red and black fuzz tingling his taint as the furry, flexible appendages easily find his most sensitive spots… It is unreal.
Yunho can't tell where Wooyoung's slender tail ends and where San's thicker one begins. His cock bounces uselessly on his damp, bulging tummy. His knot is an angry purple now, throbbing in protest, swelling once more.
Crude, sloshy noises sound from between his thighs. It should embarrass him: he is so wet it's ridiculous, gooey slick seeping out of his hole, undoubtedly staining the two tails moving inside him and his own. Only his flattened ears betray his humiliation. His cheeks are too red with arousal, his mauled chest too flushed to let any hint of mortification glow through.
“‘s that good? Both of our tails in you?” San inquires, all pouty lips and curious eyes. “Does it feel nice?”
“Of course it does,” Wooyoung fills in the obvious blanks for him, all arrogant pride. “His slutty hole is so greedy, it doesn't really matter what we fill it up with. Isn't that right, Yuyu?”
“Mmhg, fuck—”
In lieu of a somewhat more intelligent answer from their pup, their tails move faster, puffing up every now and then to truly stretch Yunho beyond his limits.
Everything fades into heat, every clever prod of two tail tips against Yunho's prostate landing directly on raw nerves. Yunho’s hands claw at the shredded blankets. He is trapped in pure sensation. Dumb little “ah-ah-ah”’s leave his drooling mouth as another overwhelming crest looms just beneath the surface.
Forcing his eyes open, he's met by twin looks of unmistakable desire, by slitted pupils blown round and wide by equal parts thirst and obsession. By his two breathtaking lovers, staring down at him as though they want to consume him until there’s no hint of golden fur left.
“Think he's got one more in him?” San murmurs at Wooyoung around a hard nipple.
“Hng— s-shit, no, please, I can't,” Yunho objects, panic and arousal tangling together. “I can't, oh, oh fuck—”
Wooyoung looks entirely unconvinced.
“Third time’s a charm,” he simply smirks.
San just smiles deceivingly sweet before suckling on the stiff bud harder, his small hands pinning Yunho’s twitching hips in place with gentle firmness.
Scorching, mind-breaking bliss builds and builds. All the muscles in Yunho’s quivering body tense in defense even while craving more. His hips weakly roll on instinct, fucking back on the two tails stretching him wide without him wanting to, and by now, his knot positively feels like it is about to explode.
“I c-can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” the youngest cat interrupts smoothly, licking slowly across one of the bite marks blooming on Yunho’s chest. “You keep saying you can’t, but look at you…”
Feather-light, he ghosts a finger over the puppy hybrid’s crimson cockhead, playing with the pre-cum trickling over his knuckle.
“See, pup? Your body keeps saying yes for you… For us.”
He laps it up, chirping at the heady taste of musk and cedar and pure Yunho, kissing San on the lips to share their puppy’s taste.
More tears and snot and drool streak Yunho’s reddened face.
“Nnnh— oh, Young-ah-ahh,” he mewls, utterly defeated, trashing his head on the pillow. “S-Sanniengh, ‘s too much…”
The silky softness of Wooyoung’s and San’s soft fur stretching and filling his sopping, fluttering hole contrasts so confusingly with the strength beneath it, smooth movement hiding careful control, and every glide against his sweet spot shoves him closer to the inevitable edge.
Yet that edge feels different now. This type of his approaching peak is heavier, fuller, impossible to hold back, swelling into something that demands an incomparable sort of release.
Through the wildfire flames of his orgasm licking at his guts, realization dawns on Yunho.
Oh shit.
He has to—
His lovers’ claws find his sternum. Then his tummy, the bulge their tails create in him. There, they press down, right below his navel.
Yunho's fluttering ears perk up in alarm. His drenched tail goes stiff between his legs.
“Hah— w-wait,” he stutters and slurs, “something’s— fuck, something’s wrong, it feels— mhmm, oh, God—”
“You’re okay,” promises San, gnawing at the tender skin just below his ribs. “Just let it happen.”
“Mm, we’ve got you,” comes Wooyoung’s reply, muffled by how he’s sucking yet another possessive mark in the sweat-slick valley between Yunho’s pecs.
“Doing so well for us, our beautiful little pup…”
“So strong and brave, so pretty when you're all dumb and fucked-out…”
“N-no, fuck, I have to— nghhh, I think— I think I’m gonna p— oh, ohh—”
Yunho is unable to warn them. His breathing turns ragged, burning in his throat. He gasps for air, paws flailing, legs kicking, feet thumping, cherries and strawberries sinking as deep as his lovers’ tails, submerging him completely.
“Let go for us, Yuyu,” San coaxes, his encouraging purrs vibrating through skin and bone.
“C’mon, Yunnie,” Wooyoung whispers, velvet-soft and devastatingly mean. “Fall apart for us again. Give us everything.”
And Yunho does.
A howl tears out of him. It cracks into a yip halfway through, only to dissolve into loud, pitiful, pleading whimpers — his last prayer for mercy.
Unanswered and unheeded.
He clings onto San and Wooyoung as he comes, like they are the only solid things left in his world fracturing into fire and light.
His hole convulses. Slick sprays from it, opaque and tacky and hot, squirting all over the two tails never ending their assault deep within his body. On his stomach, rigid and hard and rubbed raw, liquid erupts from his cock as well — pearlescent white mixes together with light yellow, gushing out of him in uneven, messy bursts.
Cum and piss pour over his tummy, splashing up all the way to his clavicles and bared throat where protruded veins pulsate his breakneck heartbeat.
“Fuck, oh n-no, fu-hu-hnng—”
He cries, whines, sobs, broken sounds that transform in breathless, near hysterical laughter before they diffuse into helpless groans and yowls again.
It seems neverending. Too bright. Too much. His body arches and bends and spasms, a thunderstorm breaking loose, wetness splattering everywhere.
San and Wooyoung stay close, holding him through the unbearable rush of sensation. Their tails keep thrusting, fucking Yunho through his third orgasm, prolonging it to the point of torture. They kiss his chest moving up and down with heaving, rasping breaths, purring and chirping and praising him as he breaks and shatters and detonates, trapped safely in between them.
He can't hear their teasing anymore. Can't barely hear anything at all. His head is full of cotton. Only fragments reach him through the haze as his knot bursts out another spurts of seed and piss, as his hole squirts out more slick.
“Oh, oh— ‘s too much,” he cries, “h-hurts— ‘m sorry, I ca-han't hold it, ah, please, too much—”
Yunho howls and yips again, high and wrecked, bordering on sobbing. Completely stupefied, tongue out, with shapes and figures dancing in front of his crying eyes, he is unable to writhe away from San's and Wooyoung's clever fingers stroking his dick, his sides, his frantically twitching ears.
“We know, sweet pup,” San murmurs from somewhere far away.
“You can take it,” Wooyoung whispers, just as distant. “Our good, filthy boy. Always so good for us.”
Yunho is floating far outside himself now, his entire tall, shivering frame still spasming helplessly in their arms while wave after wave keeps crashing through him without mercy. Every nudge of their tails milking his prostate, every searing kiss to his chest, every rough scrape of cat tongues against overheated skin stretches the feeling further, impossibly further, until he thinks he might genuinely lose his mind from it.
Maybe he already has.
Because even while spurting and squirting and sobbing, even while shaking hard enough to leave the bed trembling beneath him, the puppy hybrid still chases his boyfriends instinctively — arching toward every touch with desperate little sounds, clinging tighter whenever the felines pull away for even a second.
The intensity does not end. Not all at once. It ebbs slowly, agonizingly, a furious tide reluctant to release him.
His sweet spot burns, his stretched hole stings. Both his knot and his balls are drained, completely empty, with San's and Wooyoung's palms pressing down on his soiled tummy coaxing forth the last pitiful dribbles of piss from his twitching cock.
For a long moment, Yunho can't do anything but quiver in his lovers' arms. Boneless, exhausted, he melts into the soiled mattress, every sliver of strength and rational thought wrung from him.
His lashes, clumped together by fat tears, must have flustered shut for quite some time.
Because when blinks awake again, dizzy and disoriented, dusk has settled outside the bedroom windows in orange and pink shadows. The television casts pale light across the ruined blankets as the Spiderman movie’s end credits roll quietly in the background.
Awareness gently comes back to Yunho — the lingering soreness in his body, the prickle of numerous bite marks, his release cooling between his legs and on his torso.
San pressed against him, hot like the little furnace he is, happily scenting him. Wooyoung curled up on his other side, purring like a loud engine, absentmindedly scratching behind Yunho's flattened, golden ears.
Yunho sighs, deep and sated and still shaky.
“Fuck,” he croaks out, voice hoarse from growling and groaning. “God, fuck…”
“There you are again,” San smiles. “Welcome back, Yuyu.”
“Hi love,” Wooyoung greets him. He sticks his tongue out, but his sharp eyes are soft and fond. “Took you long enough, you brain-dead cutie.”
Raspy tongues lick the exhausted dog hybrid clean. They glide over Yunho's stomach with gentleness and adoration, two pairs of lips scattering kisses here and there, handling and scrubbing their precious lover.
Yunho hisses as both tails carefully pull out. His disappointed pout, mourning the loss of delicious fullness quickly transforms into canines digging into his bottom lip in pure shame — both at the soppy sound of his abused rim trying to hold onto the fuzzy appendages for dear life and at the downright indecent picture unfolding itself between his soaked thighs.
With feigned betrayal, Both San and Wooyoung lift up their tails into view, pointedly swishing cherry red and midnight black close to his face. The scent hits Yunho first: musky and earthy, tinged with the slightest hint of something more pungent.
He whimpers.
The fur sweeping back and forth in front of his heavy-lidded eyes is drenched, thoroughly mussed and matted with various fluids. What once was sleek and bushy is now tangled and sodden. Sticky slick smelling of musk and cedar drips from the dirty tips, the middle parts soaked in streaks of pearlescent white cum and light yellow piss.
Yunho’s face immediately burns hot enough to rival the sunset outside.
“I’m—”
Giving an exaggerated sigh, the youngest cat drags the damp fur across Yunho’s arm in retaliation, while San brushes his tail over Yunho’s trembling legs.
“Should we cover the bed in puppy pads next time?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. “Dirty mutt, such a sloppy little thing you are. No self-control whatsoever.”
The puppy hybrid whines, covering his scarlet red face behind his hands. His utterly spent cock twitches, though. The fucking traitor.
“Look what you’ve done, pup,” San tuts. The dimple appearing in his right cheek gives him away easily as he studies his tail with much less offense and much more amusement.
“Always turning your kittens into a mess, hm?”
“S-sorry,” Yunho rasps from behind his hands.
He lets them slip down, giving his feline lovers his best attempt at pleading puppy eyes while his lips tremble into a bigger pout. Butting his head against Wooyoung’s bony shoulder, then against San’s broader one, he lowers his voice to a humiliated murmur, his golden ears drooping in shame.
“‘m sorry… I’ll— I’ll bathe you both,” he offers softly, “get a nice, steaming bath ready for you, groom your tails and— and whatever else, until you’re all clean…”
He draws in a deep, shuddering breath. He is in absolutely no state to get up just yet. Not when his muscles feel like jelly, not when his limbs feel like they each weigh a ton. Not when his tail is glued to cum-sodden, piss-soaked, slick-wet blankets and when his heart is still trying to thump its way out of his kiss-bitten torso.
“Just— just give me a minute, and I’ll do it, I promise…”
For a heartbeat, the room goes still. Very still. Eerily so.
San looks at Wooyoung. Wooyoung looks at San.
They both look at Yunho.
Mirrored grins tug at their lips, their tiny fangs glistening in the rays of amber sunlight.
Those wicked, intent gazes alone make Yunho’s heart somersault and his stomach drop.
“Oh, puppy,” San coos warmly.
Wooyoung’s smirk turns even sharper.
“You thought we were done with you?”
Yunho freezes. His tail stops wagging.
Before his fucked-out mind can process the danger in their words, both cat hybrids move at once — fast enough to make him yelp as they crowd back into his space, settling on his naked legs, soiled tails curling possessively around him again.
“Don’t be so selfish, Yunnie,” Wooyoung purrs.
San grabs Yunho’s wrists, pinning him against the pillows with an adorable chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“Mm, me and Young-ah haven’t gotten any attention yet,” he adds to his counterpart’s point.
Yunho dumbly stares at him in dawning horror, his widening pupils flitting between San’s dark eyes twinkling with mirth and at those big bulging biceps tensing as San presses him into the mattress with more force.
Then they flicker to Wooyoung, how the younger cat is already pulling his shirt over his head.
Then back at the matching impish expressions on both of his lovers’gorgeous faces.
“Oh no,” Yunho whimpers.
Strawberries and cream, cherries and black pepper infiltrate his overloaded senses all over again. San and Wooyoung both lean down close enough for Yunho to feel their hot breaths and their ever growing smirks on his fluttering ears.
“Oh yes.”