here anon, i wrote a little lame something and hopefully one of you talented anons can write more of it for me :D idk how catboys work here we go
“Hyuk,” Leo said, trying not to sound too harsh, “Hyuk, don’t do that. Stop rubbing against the couch.”
Leo stirred the noodles in the pot and rubbed his back that was sore from prying Hyuk off his legs, the wall, the mattress, and the rolled up throw rug in the living room.
He couldn’t handle his cat humanoid humping the furniture. It was wrong and indecent. Hyuk was a very polite and well-behaved cat, unless N came over. Then Leo spent the whole night watching N wrestle Hyuk, worrying about his safety while putting on an air of casual disinterest. Getting sexually aroused watching his cat being tossed around was below him. Especially if the person attempting to dominate Hyuk was N since his friend didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.
Hyuk was not mature enough for him to be having these types of thoughts, and Leo was only capable of holding back by reminding himself of Hyuk’s immaturity. Childish with a dash of playfulness was Hyuk’s specialty.
But Leo loved his cat all the same because Hyuk tried to deny liking cuddling even though Leo was never unable to coax him for a chin or ear scratch resulting in Hyuk flopping on his lap purring. Leo liked to think that his fingers were magical.
The start to the weekend had begun badly.
On Friday morning Leo had woken up, eaten his small breakfast, and went to check on Hyuk in his kitty bed. Hyuk had come down with something the night before, and his forehead was still a little warm, so Leo had left him with a cool rag and glass of water. With promises from Hyuk that he would call him if he felt worse, Leo went in to work.
The last thing he remembered was Hyuk waving goodbye and the soft jingle of the bell on the collar around his neck. Leo didn’t know that what was waiting from him when he came back was something he was dreading ever since Ken told him about his cat Hongbin’s first heat years ago. It was pure hell in the form of cat humanoid puberty.
Trust Ken to talk on and on about his warbling with Hongbin’s sexually heightened voice, something Leo had not needed nor wanted to hear about.
However, Hyuk wasn’t paying him any attention. He kept rubbing his crotch into the couch arm, head thrown back, tail swaying back and forth, and trimmed nails extended. Leo knew that bulge in Hyuk’s thin pajama shorts hadn’t been there while he was cooking ramen for dinner.
His eye twitched. “Hyuk, stop it now.” His voice was loud, commanding, and directed towards Hyuk. Leo set the ramen pot he was holding down on the hot pad at their table. “I won’t give you any ramen if you don’t behave.”
Leo was going to have to retrain Hyuk all over again.
“Leo hyung,” Hyuk said, practically whining, “but it feels good.”
Was that a damp spot in Hyuk’s shorts? Fuck.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“I am hungry but I feel so odd hyung make it stop tingling down there.” Hyuk’s attitude wasn’t anything new, his first heat cycle making him anxious and confused about the sensations going through his body. Ken had described it as ‘heat fever’ and for once Leo agreed with him. Hyuk let out a high pitched meowing sound, and his voice cracked midway through, causing him to cough.
Leo had to hide his laughter as disapproval.
“Sometimes we just have to learn to control ourselves Hyuk. Eat dinner and then you can go to your kitty bed and take care of it.” Leo avoided looking at Hyuk and his disregard for the bulge in his shorts and the euphoric expression on his face.
Sure, now Hyuk was humping the back of the chair. The jingle of his bell singing sweet as it bounced up and down on his neck with each movement.
Leo narrowed his eyebrows and frowned, “Hyuk.” The name left his lips sharper than he intended, but it did the trick. Hyuk’s ears drooped and he sat down in the chair, lowering his hands to his lap.
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-16 03:24 am (UTC)(link)“Hyuk,” Leo said, trying not to sound too harsh, “Hyuk, don’t do that. Stop rubbing against the couch.”
Leo stirred the noodles in the pot and rubbed his back that was sore from prying Hyuk off his legs, the wall, the mattress, and the rolled up throw rug in the living room.
He couldn’t handle his cat humanoid humping the furniture. It was wrong and indecent. Hyuk was a very polite and well-behaved cat, unless N came over. Then Leo spent the whole night watching N wrestle Hyuk, worrying about his safety while putting on an air of casual disinterest. Getting sexually aroused watching his cat being tossed around was below him. Especially if the person attempting to dominate Hyuk was N since his friend didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.
Hyuk was not mature enough for him to be having these types of thoughts, and Leo was only capable of holding back by reminding himself of Hyuk’s immaturity. Childish with a dash of playfulness was Hyuk’s specialty.
But Leo loved his cat all the same because Hyuk tried to deny liking cuddling even though Leo was never unable to coax him for a chin or ear scratch resulting in Hyuk flopping on his lap purring. Leo liked to think that his fingers were magical.
The start to the weekend had begun badly.
On Friday morning Leo had woken up, eaten his small breakfast, and went to check on Hyuk in his kitty bed. Hyuk had come down with something the night before, and his forehead was still a little warm, so Leo had left him with a cool rag and glass of water. With promises from Hyuk that he would call him if he felt worse, Leo went in to work.
The last thing he remembered was Hyuk waving goodbye and the soft jingle of the bell on the collar around his neck. Leo didn’t know that what was waiting from him when he came back was something he was dreading ever since Ken told him about his cat Hongbin’s first heat years ago. It was pure hell in the form of cat humanoid puberty.
Trust Ken to talk on and on about his warbling with Hongbin’s sexually heightened voice, something Leo had not needed nor wanted to hear about.
However, Hyuk wasn’t paying him any attention. He kept rubbing his crotch into the couch arm, head thrown back, tail swaying back and forth, and trimmed nails extended. Leo knew that bulge in Hyuk’s thin pajama shorts hadn’t been there while he was cooking ramen for dinner.
His eye twitched. “Hyuk, stop it now.” His voice was loud, commanding, and directed towards Hyuk. Leo set the ramen pot he was holding down on the hot pad at their table. “I won’t give you any ramen if you don’t behave.”
Leo was going to have to retrain Hyuk all over again.
“Leo hyung,” Hyuk said, practically whining, “but it feels good.”
Was that a damp spot in Hyuk’s shorts? Fuck.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“I am hungry but I feel so odd hyung make it stop tingling down there.” Hyuk’s attitude wasn’t anything new, his first heat cycle making him anxious and confused about the sensations going through his body. Ken had described it as ‘heat fever’ and for once Leo agreed with him. Hyuk let out a high pitched meowing sound, and his voice cracked midway through, causing him to cough.
Leo had to hide his laughter as disapproval.
“Sometimes we just have to learn to control ourselves Hyuk. Eat dinner and then you can go to your kitty bed and take care of it.” Leo avoided looking at Hyuk and his disregard for the bulge in his shorts and the euphoric expression on his face.
Sure, now Hyuk was humping the back of the chair. The jingle of his bell singing sweet as it bounced up and down on his neck with each movement.
Leo narrowed his eyebrows and frowned, “Hyuk.” The name left his lips sharper than he intended, but it did the trick. Hyuk’s ears drooped and he sat down in the chair, lowering his hands to his lap.
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-16 05:06 am (UTC)(link)