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Minho got along with his roommate. In fact, he would almost go as far to say that they were friendly.
Minho had found him from a cat hybrid housing site, looking for someone who would be able to get along with the Russian Blue side of him. The guy was a Persian Cat hybrid, and both of their more quiet, reserved nature allowed them to get along for the last three years. Mostly at least, there was that one time where his roommate had too much catnip and decided to trash the apartment. Apart from that though, Minho was completely content with his room mate, and wanted to keep it that way.
Which is why it sucked when Minho’s room mate tells him that he’d be moving out to live with his tiger hybrid girlfriend. He knew that the guy was seeing someone, but Minho really hadn’t anticipated this, and now he’s stuck with an empty room and an extra half of the rent to pay.
Fast forward to Minho sitting in a bar with Chan and Changbin, almost knocking his glass over as he rants to them about his damn room mate who fell in love and is leaving him and his apartment.
“If it helps, I know someone who’s looking for a room if you’re interested.” Chan suggests, patting Minho on the shoulder. “He’s a cat hybrid and produces with me and Bin at school. You’d like him.”
“…Really?”
Minho looks at Chan, squinting at him under the dim lights as he tries to decipher if the elder kangaroo hybrid was fucking with him.
“For real, bro. His name’s Jisung and he’s super sweet. if you want, I can ask him if he’s interested?”
Minho shrugs, “Sure, I guess. What’s the worst that can happen?”
———
Two weeks later, Jisung moves in, bringing Chan with him to help with the heavy lifting.
Jisung bounds up to Minho clad in jean overalls and a white crop top, blond hair bouncing as he hops up the steps.
“Hi, Minho hyung! I’m Jisung. Thanks for letting me rent out your free room.” He beams, smile almost blinding as his ears twitch, swaying as he rolls back and forth between the balls and heels of his feet.
Minho stutters a reply, surprised at Jisung’s bubbly nature, before excusing himself and pulling Chan to the side, whispering “You never mentioned he was a Siamese?”
“I didn’t think it was important.” Chan quirks an eyebrow at him. “He’s still a cat.”
“Yeah, but they’re loud and noisy and clingy.” Minho groans.
“You don’t even know him, Min, give him a chance. He’s talkative and affectionate, but I feel like you’ll like him. You two have the same taste in humour and stuff.”
“… Fine. But if he ruins the peace in my apartment, you’re taking the blame.”
Chan agrees with a laugh as he walks back to help Jisung, who was trying to balance several boxes stacked in his arms.
“Whoops!”
With a bang and a clash, two of the boxes fall onto the floor, Jisung laughingly apologizing for his clumsiness.
Minho sighs, goodbye my peace and quiet.
———
Jisung isn’t that bad after you get to know him. But let’s keep that between you and me.
It’s been about a month since he’s moved in, and Minho’s surprised to find out that they get along really well. Amazingly, in fact. Way better than him and his old room mate did. They cook, clean, and go grocery shopping together. They watch movies and explore new places, and Minho even lets Jisung into his room, an area that even Chan and Changbin can’t enter. Minho’s saved as fluffy hyung <3 in Jisung’s phone, and Jisung’s saved as brat kitty <3 in Minho’s. Embarrassing, yes, but Jisung insisted and if it makes him happy then Minho supposes he can deal with the smirks and knowing looks that Chan and Changbin send his way.
To be fair, Jisung’s really cute. Like extremely, and Minho’s weak on cute things. He has the roundest, brightest eyes and squishy, pink cheeks that Minho just wants to bite into. And whenever he smiles, well, Minho’s heart may or may not skip a beat.
Minho also finds that he doesn’t mind Jisung’s cuddly nature. Skinship isn’t really his cup of tea, usually he gets way to hot and annoyed three minutes in. But when Jisung’s curled up against his shoulder as they watch the most recent horror movie or when he grabs Minho’s hand when he gets nervous in public, well, Minho is (way more than) okay with that, he guesses.
He may deny it, but everyone and their grandmother can see that Minho is whipped. Well, everyone except for Jisung. Or maybe he does, and he’s just pretending to be oblivious. Minho wouldn’t put it past him to do that.
Minho has been noticing that Jisung has become more… suggestive, though. Maybe it’s all in his head and Jisung hasn’t actually be acting different, but Minho’s 99.99% sure.
Exhibit A, for example, when Minho was preparing dinner for the two of them the other day. Jisung had walked up behind him, hugging him from behind as he watches Minho cook. Nothing too out of the ordinary, it’s a common occurrence for Jisung to seek hugs and cuddles from the Russian Blue hybrid, except that Minho could feel his tail inconspicuously wrapping around his thigh, occasionally flicking around to just slightly brush over Minho’s crotch. Minho had almost dropped the knife at the contact, Jisung asking in a worried tone what was wrong and if he was okay, but Minho swears he could feel Jisung’s smirk against the back of his neck. It could’ve been passed off as an accident, Jisung’s clumsy nature leading him to not realize where he was putting his tail, but he feels it again when he gets back to cutting mushrooms, the tip of Jisung’s fluffy tail almost lingering before flicking the other direction. Minho hopes that Jisung doesn’t notice his face and ears reddening, but with the way Jisung giggles as he pulls away, there’s no way the younger hasn’t noticed.
Or the time Minho had returned home from class to find Jisung doing yoga in the living room, a cheetah hybrid on the screen instructing the younger on what to do. Jisung had perked up at Minho’s return, inviting the Russian Blue to join him. Minho said no, but encouraged Jisung to continue anyways, moving to sit on the couch behind him. Wrong move on Minho’s part, as Jisung leans down in front of him to stretch out his back, hands placed on the floor as his tiny yoga shorts ride up his perky ass, right in front of Minho’s two eyes. Minho could feel the blood rushing to his dick as Jisung follows the instructor on the screen, back arching and waist twisting in obscene directions as his tail waves lazily up in the air, as if taunting the older. Unsurprisingly, Minho had to excuse himself to take an icy cold shower five minutes later.
If this was any other person, Minho would just confront them directly on it. But this was Jisung, and Minho doesn’t want to risk ruining their relationship. It’s scary, borderline terrifying, how well Minho and Jisung get along despite knowing each other for a month. Platonic soulmates, one would say, and Minho may even say potentially romantic. He knows he as feelings for Jisung, if you couldn’t already tell, but he doesn’t know if that’ll be enough to risk everything they’ve established.
Looking at Jisung now though, dancing around in their kitchen baking cookies, flour in his hair, Minho can’t help but want more. To wrap Jisung up in his arms and pepper his face with kisses. To be able to reach under Jisung’s shirt and pinch as his tiny waist. To wake up every morning to his sleeping face. But does Jisung want that too?
Minho’s snapped out of his thoughts when Jisung waves a rolling pin in his face, laughing at the elders dazed expression.
“Hyung, I’ve been trying to get your attention for like, five minutes.” Jisung pouts.
“I stopped listening for two seconds,” Minho rolls his eyes sarcastically, “what do you want?”
“I bought sprinkles for the brownies but left them in my bag, can you go into my room and get them?”
“What brownies need sprinkles?”
“Mine! Please hyung, my hands are covered in flour.”
Minho groans, but gets up anyways, pushing the door to Jisung’s messy room, clothes and notes scattered everywhere as he tries to look for Jisung’s bag.
“Which bag is it again?” Minho yells, looking around piles of laundry for the item.
“It’s probably under the bed, it’s the blue backpack Changbin gave me!”
Minho leans down to peak under Jisung’s bed, spotting the backpack sitting among the collection of lost socks and dust bunnies. He reaches out, pulling the bag out, but not without jostling a half opened black box next to it.
What is this? Minho thinks, pulling the box out from beneath the bed as well. He feels bad for snooping, but the box was open and he might as well help Jisung close it, right?
Minho lifts the lid and peers in to find, oh, it’s a toy box.
Inside were anal plugs, vibrators and… what the fuck is that?
Minho’s face flush as he gingerly pulls out the feline dildo. More specifically, a Russian Blue dildo.
What on earth was Jisung doing with a dildo of Minho’s breed?
I mean, Minho could think of at least a few potential reasons why, but he didn’t go into this expecting to find what he did.
Is this just a coincidence or does Jisung like him like that? He could’ve just had a regular dildo, but to specifically own a Russian Blue one….
“Minho hyung? What’s taking so long?”
Jisung’s voice rings through the apartment, and Minho hurriedly puts everything back into the box, shoving it under the bed again before padding out with said sprinkles Jisung wanted him to get.
“Did you find the sprinkles?”
“Y-yeah.” Minho stammers, mind immediately flashing back to the other thing he found.
“Yay! Thanks baby.” Jisung cheers, skipping up to Minho to grab the jar out of his hand, his tail coming up to cheekily flick the older cat’s nose.
Minho sits back down as Jisung starts mixing sprinkles into his batter, singing a song that has been playing repeatedly on the radio these days. Smears of chocolate cling to his cheeks, gleaming under the golden sun as Jisung dances around the kitchen with his batter, sending a beaming smile directly at the elder as he winks shamelessly.
Needless to say, Minho is screwed.
———
Minho sighs, pushing the greens of his tuna salad around with his fork, not really feeling like eating the rest of his meal.
“You okay, buddy?” Minho lifts his head to see Changbin sliding into the seat in front of him, his own sandwich in hand. “You look terrible.”
“I probably look better than I feel.” Minho grumbles, propping his head on his hand.
“What’s going on?”
So Minho tells him from the beginning, from how he and Jisung got close, to the weird antics that Jisung has been pulling recently, and the Russian Blue Dildo Incident TM from a few days ago.
“Am I looking to much into things? I feel like he’s trying to send me a message but I have no clue… Is he just playing with me? Or does he want a fuck buddy or something? Like I don’t know what he wants from me.”
Changbin blinks at the elder, not expecting that level of emotion to come from his usually tsundere hyung.
“Well—” Changbin coughs, “I feel like he definitely has some sort of intention towards you. Jisungie is cuddly and social, but he doesn’t do that sort of stuff to me or Channie hyung, or any of our other friends.”
Minho slams his head onto the lunch table, groaning in frustration.
“Why don’t you just talk to him, hyung? I feel like that’ll clear a lot of things up and you won’t have to mope around anymore.”
It’s not like Minho doesn’t try, but every time he opens his mouth to try and talk to Jisung, the Siamese would look at him with his large, sparkling eyes and Minho’s mouth would go dry and the words would get stuck in the back of his throat.
It doesn’t help that Jisung gets more and more touchy, showing up in his room in the middle of the night complaining about a nightmare before curling up at Minho’s side, but disappearing in the morning by the time the Russian Blue wakes up. Nor the way he shows up to Minho’s dance practices with food and coffee for the elder, wiping at his sweat and massaging his back muscles, but laughing and denying when Minho’s classmates would question their relationship status.
So when Minho’s dance classmates invite him out for drinks after a successful hiphop performance assignment, he accepts, hoping that by knocking back a few drinks he’ll be able to clear his mind from Jisung for at least the night.
Obviously, it doesn’t work as Minho hammers on their apartment door a mere two hours after he met with his friends, swaying on his feet and stumbling as the door in front of him to reveal a worried Jisung, ears flattening against his hair as he catches the elder.
“Hyung! Are you okay?” Jisung fusses as Minho wraps his arms around the Siamese and presses his face into his neck, the younger surprised at how the elder was initiating skinship. “How drunk are you, Lino-ah?”
Minho murmurs incoherently into Jisung’s neck, soft purrs vibrating from his chest as they collapse on the couch.
“Hyungie, how about you let go of me for a second? I wanna get you some water.” Jisung says softly, running his fingers through Minho’s hair. “You still have your shoes on too, you’ll feel more comfortable if you let me take them off.”
Minho nods, his grip loosening enough for Jisung to slip out, helping the elder take his shoes off before grabbing some water and a straw for him to sip on.
“Here you go, hyungie.” Jisung props Minho up against the pillows as he guides the straw to the elder’s slips, stroking down his back and tail. “Are you feeling better?”
Minho nods slowly, relaxing into Jisung’s touch. Jisung smiles as he accepts Minho’s drunken affection with open arms, pressing soft kisses to Minho’s head.
“Hyungie baby, the sofa is uncomfortable and you’ll hurt your neck. Why don’t you get to bed?”
Jisung slowly hauls Minho to his feet, helping him to his bed and tucking him in.
“Why do you do this, Jisung-ah?”
“Hm?” Jisung looks down at Minho confused, who wasn’t meeting his eyes. “What do you mean, hyung?”
“You— hiccup— you treat me so sweetly… and you just— you’re just so you…”
“Minho hyung, I don’t understand…”
Minho blinks as water blurs his vision, still refusing to look at Jisung.
“I like you, Jisung. You make me feel things that i don’t usually and I don’t know what to do.” Minho chokes, finally looking up to make eye contact with Jisung, his eyes tearing up even more as he unconsciously wraps his fingers around the younger’s wrist. “Sometimes it feel like you feel the same, but you’re so sociable and friendly and I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”
“M-Minho hyung, I—”
Minho falls asleep.
———
Minho wakes with the morning sunshine hitting his face and his head pounding, the sound of birds chirping greeting him outside his window. What the hell happened last night?
The bedsheets next to him shuffle, and Minho turns to see Jisung curled up in ball under his sheets. Jisung turns, smiling sleepily at him as he stretches out before snuggling up to Minho.
“Morning, hyungie.” Jisung giggles, “How are you feeling?”
“My head hurts, but okay I guess…” Minho turns to look at Jisung. “Did I do anything dumb yesterday?”
Jisung quirks an eyebrow at him. “Do you remember what you said, hyung?”
“No…. I don’t think so.” Minho tries to think, the events of last night hazy and unclear. “Did I say anything weird?”
“Yeah, hyung, don’t you remember? You told me that you wanted to shove your foot up my ass and role play as Perry the Platypus and Dr. Doofenshmirtz.”
“What?”
“I’m just joking, hyungie.” Jisung props himself up with an elbow, “you really don’t remember?”
Minho shakes his head, frowning as he racks his brain, trying to remember.
“Let me show you.” Jisung says, before pushing forward and pressing his lips over his.
Minho gasps into the kiss, hands immediately coming up to run through Jisung’s hair, pressing in harder and accepting everything the younger gives him.
The two part, lips still brushing against each other as they take in the kiss.
“Do you remember now, baby?”
Minho blinks, a small gasp escaping when flashes of him crying and confessing to Jisung appear in his brain.
“I… I told you how I felt.” Minho looks away, embarrassed. What does this mean? Jisung kissing him means he feels the same, right? But he didn’t say anything about relationships, so may be he just wants something casual? Or perhaps—
“Hyung, you’re zoning out.”
Minho snaps back to Jisung, who’s face was still hovering over his cheekily.
“Do you remember what I said?”
Minho shakes his head.
“Well,” Jisung straightens up on the bed, before moving to plop himself down onto Minho’s lap. “First you told me you liked me, and that was really cute. Then you told me about how you found my Russian Blue dildo…”
Minho splutters, coughing at how innocently Jisung mentions the toy. “I told you that?”
“You did,” Jisung purrs, his hands trailing down Minho’s chest. “And now I’m wondering how accurate it is compared to the real thing.”
Jisung pushes his face closer to Minho’s, their nose rubbing together softly. “Will you show me?”
Minho breathes out a quiet ‘yes’ and that’s all Jisung needs to kiss him again, his hands gripping the elder’s jaw as he angles Minho’s face in order to kiss him deeper.
Minho’s hands travel down to Jisung’s thighs that were straddling him, kneading at the bare flesh that his tiny sleep shorts expose.
Jisung swipes his tongue against the seam of Minho’s lips, lapping into his mouth as the elder lets him in.
“You’re so hot, hyung, this is unfair.” Jisung whines, pulling back to push a hand up Minho’s T-shirt to feel up his abs. “I can’t believe you made me wait this long.”
“What do you mean?” Minho manages to rasps out, helping the Siamese hybrid tug his shirt over his head and reaching out to pinch at said man’s nipple.
Jisung hisses in pleasure, head thrown back to showcase his slender and pale neck. I’ll need to change that, Minho thinks.
“I’ve been trying to send you hints since forever! You never pick up on them.” Jisung complains as he scoots down Minho’s legs to tug his pants down past his butt. “I’ve literally brushed past your dick and presented my butt to you multiple times, but you never do anything!”
“Oh I’ve definitely picked up on them,” Minho helps Jisung rid his pants and boxers the rest of the way. “I just wasn’t sure you what you were trying to do.”
“Well, you know now.” Jisung trails his hands down Minho’s chest, along his ribs, abs, to between his thighs, fingers fluttering around Minho’s dick but not quite making contact. Minho whines, moving his hips closer to Jisung’s fingers in order to feel something.
“You’re so needy, baby.” Jisung croons, finally wrapping his fingers around Minho’s dick. “You’re so much thicker than my toy. I can’t wait to feel you stretching me out, hyungie.”
Minho keens at Jisung’s words, his hips moving back and forth against the movement of Jisung’s hands, eyes shut tight at the increasing pleasure.
He feels Jisung’s hands leave him and he opens his eyes to Jisung’s lust blown pupils, his hand fumbling down between his legs to start prepping himself.
“W-wait Ji—” Minho stops the younger, tugging his hand away. “I wanna do it.”
“But baby, I just wanna get it over with and sit on you.” Jisung whines, pouting. “It’s my asshole, I can do what I want.”
“I’m not missing the chance to finger you for the first time.”
“It’s not like you’ll never be able to again.” Jisung rolls his eyes, but lets Minho maneuver them so Jisung was leaning against the pillows with the other between his thighs, a curious finger pressing against his rim. Minho works his finger deeper into Jisung, pumping it slowly as he monitors Jisung’s face for any discomfort.
“Ahh— hyung—” Jisung shivers as another finger squeezes in along side of the first, scissoring his fingers to make sure he’s stretch enough. A third finger is added, leaving Jisung shaking and complaining at how it isn’t enough.
“Hyung, I swear to god, just fuck me already.” The Siamese demanded, hands pulling Minho’s fingers out of him.
“Are you sure about this, Sungie?” Minho asks him, his clean hand coming up to brush against the younger’s hair and ears. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
“For fucks sake, Minho.” Jisung cries, “I appreciate it, hyung, but if you don’t put your dick in my right now I’m pulling out my dildo and using that instead.”
“All right, Jisung, relax for me.” Minho coos, gripping the base of his leaking cock to align with Jisung’s hole. He pushes his head past the initial ring of muscle, sliding in slowly as Jisung shudders around his cock, moaning at the intense stretch.
Minho thumbs over Jisung’s dick, distracting the younger from the tight slide, drawing out whimpers and moans from the younger.
“I’m good, hyung—” Jisung rasps, lifting his hips to shift the angle of Minho’s dick inside him, his length dragging against the younger’s walls in all the right ways. “Please f-fuck me.”
Minho complies, pulling his cock out until just the tip remained inside, before slamming back in, Jisung’s back arching off the bed. He pumps himself in and out of Jisung, pressing in deeper with each thrust, eliciting a string of broken moans and jumbled up words. Jisung wraps a hand around Minho’s neck and pulling him in for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, breathing in each other’s air as Minho’s pace becomes increasingly fervent.
“You’re… You’re so hot, Sungie—” Minho grunts, working his mouth and teeth down Jisung’s neck and leaving dark blotchy hickies all over the smooth skin. Jisung’s hands tug on Minho hair at a particularly harsh nip, clenching harder around Minho’s cock as he chocked out a moan.
Minho pounds into Jisung with no mercy, abusing his prostate as he reaches a hand between their slick bodies to jerk Jisung off.
“Ahh— I’m— I’m close..” Jisung rakes his nails down Minho’s back, red lines all over as they lose themselves in the feeling of each other.
Minho slams against Jisung’s prostate one, two, three more times and Jisung screams, nails digging into Minho’s biceps as he screams Minho’s name, a mess of curses spilling out as he comes. His moans turn into stuttered breaths as comes down from his high.
Minho pulls out, jerking himself off roughly before coming onto Jisung’s stomach, a deep groan coming from his throat as he rides out his orgasm. Jisung dips his fingers into the puddle of cum pooling in his bellybutton, collecting some onto his finger and licking it clean, eyes trained onto the still panting Russian Blue hybrid.
“Fuck, how are you real.” Minho mutters as he leans down to seal their mouths together, a soft press of lips as he leans their foreheads together.
“I hope you know this means I like you too, by the way.” Jisung laughs, leaning on his elbows as Minho goes into the bathroom to grab a wet towel to clean up. “I don’t know how you didn’t pick up on it.”
“In my defence, I just thought it was a thing all Siamese hybrids do.” Minho flushes, wiping Jisung body down.
“You have other cats in your life that present themselves to you?”
“No! I mean like… I heard that Siameses were really friendly and affectionate, and I wasn’t sure if this was just something you did with friends.”
“Minho, if I ever touches one of my friends’ dicks on purpose, I want you to slap the consciousness out of me.” Jisung jokes, “But seriously, I was just trying to bait you into making the first move. Which you technically did.”
Minho rolls his eyes at Jisung’s smirk, crawling into the bed and settling Jisung’s head on his chest.
“Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?” Jisung pouts, turning his head and blinking innocently up at Minho.
“If that means you’ll be mine.”
———
“So why do you have a Russian Blue dildo, by the way?”
“… Cause you are the hottest but densest motherfucker I know.”