gay lake monster · @kosherfras
24th Feb 2015 from TwitLonger
catboy krisoo
“Look, I’m happy and all that you got off of work,” Yifan begins, chest heaving and skin still slick from sweat.
“But?” Kyungsoo prompts, grunting as he eases out of the man, leaning down on his elbows so that their faces are only a few inches apart.
“But my ass burns and my heat isn’t for another two weeks,” Yifan manages a weak glare before it’s ruined by a gasp as Kyungsoo blows air onto his collarbones. “God! Stop it! All I want is to be pet, not manhandled onto the bed at–jesus h christ–nine in the fucking morning.”
Kyungsoo shrugs. “Celebration sex?” Yifan shoots him a deadpan look and he sighs. “I know you’re not a morning person, babe, but I thought this would be good for us. The last time I had this much time to do anything was Christmas.”
Yifan groans. “I know. I don’t think I wore clothes for that entire week.”
A manic grin spreads across Kyungsoo’s face. “I know. It was great.”
Rolling his eyes, Yifan none-too-gently pushes Kyungsoo off of him and pushes himself up, standing with a grunt. “I’m going to make breakfast. For me. If you want anything, make it yourself.”
Kyungsoo smiles to himself as Yifan walks out, the man’s beige tail flicking in irritation as he exits. Kyungsoo flops onto the bed and closes his eyes, faint smile still on his lips. He’d gotten Yifan three years ago at one of those pet events. The hybrids were told to choose their own owners, and Kyungsoo had gone, hoping that he wouldn’t come home alone. It hasn’t looked so great, with a few pointy-eared individuals walking up to him only to sniff at his head and then walk away. But then a tall, imposing cat hybrid had hesitantly walked over, sniffed at his hair, and then smiled. He’d asked Kyungsoo if he wanted to buy him and that was that. Actually, today is the exact date that Kyungsoo had made the purchase, but it seems as though Yifan doesn’t know.
“Ugh, fine! What do you want?”
Kyungsoo grins at the shout and hops out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts and hobbling into the kitchen. Yifan’s bent over a sizzling pan, forehead creased in concentration and speckled ears lying flat on his head.
Kyungsoo tiptoes over and, on the balls of his feet, rests his chin on Yifan’s shoulder. “An omelette. With a heart on it.”
Yifan nods, but says nothing else.
“Also three candles,” Kyungsoo adds, cocking his head so that he can catch Yifan’s reaction. “For three years.”
Yifan freezes. Kyungsoo steps back and watches, lips pursed to hide his smile as Yifan turns off the burner, sets the pot aside, and heads over to the calendar. The hybrid’s tail goes from standing straight up to curling anxiously in the air. He turns slowly, face almost white. “I forgot.” He sounds mortified.
Kyungsoo can’t help himself. He laughs. He pads over to Yifan and takes the man’s face between his palms. “Hey, you’re fine. I’m sure you’d have remembered soon enough.” And then, with no warning whatsoever, Yifan sweeps the smaller man into his arms and marches back towards the bedroom. “Whoa! What are you doing?”
“I’m thanking you,” is Yifan’s short reply.
Kyungsoo grins. “Celebration sex?”
Yifan nods and presses their lips together.