Penists

It takes a minute but Hakyeon guides Leo to the bake and temperature setting on the screen.

“Just wondering,” Hakyeon begins, “but why do you all of a sudden need the oven?”

Leo shakes his head. “I can’t yell you,” he says, and hangs up the phone.

Twenty minutes - and a lot of flipping through Hakyeon’s address book - later, Leo is on the line with Wonsik, who is rattling off instructions on how to make a cake. Leo’s following to the best of his ability, but he’s rather new to writing this language and Wonsik can talk faster than he can pen his words. So when Leo asks for the third time for him to repeat the last two steps, he’s not surprised to hear a sigh. Silence hums on the other end and then Wonsik says “Just wait. I’m on the way.”

Leo doesn’t have to wait long for Wonsik to get there, and with his help the cake is popped in the oven in no time. “Take it out in about thirty minutes or when this,” he hands Leo a toothpick, “comes out clean.” And then he walks out, leaving a puzzled Leo standing in the kitchen staring at the oven. Because he hadn’t told him how to cut it off.

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The weather is really nice today. Chilly, with a light breeze, but perfect for sitting on a bench and watching passerby. Which is exactly what Leo is doing. Only instead of looking relaxed, he stares at the grass with a frown on his face. Because why in the world do humans feel the need to give presents and food for this wretched holiday? He thinks of the cake sitting on the counter. To him, that should be good enough. But when Sanghyuk had called and asked for present ideas for his girlfriend - only to find out that Hakyeon wasn’t there and Leo had no clue that people even bought presents - he’d scolded him.

And Leo didn’t really like being scolded.

So he’d finished icing the cake and come to the park to “think something up quick so he didn’t get his ass beat” as Sanghyuk had phrased it. So far, he hasn’t been able to think of anything.

In the midst of his pondering, a squirrel runs across his line of vision and Leo starts, eyes locking onto it as it takes bold steps within feet of him. He opens his mouth to speak - maybe the squirrel can think of something - and freezes. Right. Animals don’t talk on earth. He sighs and leans back. And that’s when it hits him: a memory from the other day at the grocery store. Hakyeon, smiling huge and cooing over…ah that’s right. Leo grins. He knows exactly what to buy.

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Hakyeon really doesn’t know what to expect when he comes home from work that day. Sure, Leo had asked how to use the oven, but he could have just been hungry. They were out of the microwaveable meals that he liked so much, after all.

So when he unlocks the door and pushes it open, needless to say he’s a little surprised to see that it’s kind of dark in the apartment. A dim glow comes from around the corner. Confused, Hakyeon steps inside. “Leo?” he calls, but there is no answer. He taps the door shut with the toe of his shoe and proceeds down the hall.

It isn’t until he’s about half way to the living room that he starts to smell the food - Chinese food. He rounds the corner and his eyebrows fly up and disappear into his fringe. Sitting on the table are two containers of takeout beside two glasses of dark wine. There are petals scattered on the floor, leading out of the living room toward…his own bedroom? Leo is nowhere in sight. 

Smiling like an idiot - because how could he have expected his unearthly boyfriend to ever pull off something like this? - he follows the petals to the bedroom. The door is shut and there’s a sticky note posted at eye level that reads “Happy Valentines Day~”. In the corner is a drawing of a heart with a bow on it. It’s the cutest thing he’s even seen Leo create.

Curiosity at his height now, he turns the knob and gives a tiny shove. The door falls open the rest of the way, and Hakyeon- bursts out laughing.

Because sitting there in the middle of the bed, wearing a soft pink sweater and white jeans, is Leo, head adorned with a bow, cuddling a puppy in his lap - and staring at a tiny poop laid oh-so-carelessly on the blanket, frowning. He looks up from the dog poo on the bed and makes eye contact with Hakyeon, lips still turned downward into an unhappy twist.

"Hakyeon." The sincerity in Leo’s voice takes Hakyeon off guard, and his laughter eases up a bit.

"Yeah?"

Tonight is no different, because Hakyeon has one eye open and is looking at Leo in the darkness and saying, "Are you staring at me?" Leo can only admit to it, tell him that yes, of course he is. And Hakyeon likes to slink forward and press close and allow his lips to brush bare skin, brilliant in the darkness and stretched over delicate bone. He likes to say, "Well, if you're going to stare, then we might as well make it interesting."

So Leo grabs him by the shirt gently and pulls him in even closer, presses his lips into Hakyeon's and shuts him up for a few moments with a tender pressure, pushing the boundary for tongue and running his hands up Hakyeon's shirt. Then his boyfriend will get all smiley, laugh a little and push Leo back for a moment. He sits up and tosses away his shirt and Leo already isn't wearing one so he moves on top of Hakyeon's body and leans down to trail kisses up his sternum, down again and lower and lower and-

"Don't be a tease."

But he is anyway, brushing his mouth over a hip and tugging lightly at the waist band of baby blue boxer shorts, and Hakyeon runs his fingers through Leo's shower flattened hair and tangles his hands all to hell. But he smiles, and Leo ends up pulling the garment down and moving upward.

He makes quick work of the basics, does it all with his lips smashing Hakyeon's and his fingers knuckle deep. Then he's lathering and kissing and pushing and Hakyeon makes a noise like sin. Hips jerk and Hakyeon squeaks and Leo tells him to, "Be a bit more quiet. Jaehwan is asleep across the hall." So, of course, with another snap of Leo's hips, Hakyeon is gripping the bedsheets and letting out a wanton cry that sends shivers down Leo's spine.

So he fucks him harder, tells him that he's being funny and Hakyeon smirks and says he can't really help it in a shaky voice. His cheeks are flushed and his chest is rising heavily, and Leo throws his head back to savor that tight warmth, his cock fully sheathed in Hakyeon.

"Are you gonna scream for me, Leo?"

Leo shakes his head, bites his lip and looks down and manages to say, "No, but you will for me." Because he will. He always does. Hakyeon is just like that.

Hakyeon grabs him by the shoulders, heaves himself upward with the rhythm of Leo's thrusts and wraps his arms around his neck, sinks himself further down and starts bouncing erratically and Leo moans. Hakyeon laughs, kisses at his neck and bites at his ear, knots his long fingers into the back of Leo's hair and slams downward, and Leo can't help but bury his face in the side of Hakyeon's head and muster his name onto his lips in a near cry. Hakyeon seems satisfied with that response because he shuts up, and Leo can't get the kind of friction he wants at this angle so he lowers Hakyeon back down onto his back, grunts a few times and Hakyeon actually smiles for reasons beyond Leo.

Myungsoo's eyes drift across the small house, over to the nearby kitchen where Dongwoo is seated on the floor staring at them like he wants something. His eyes are half closed and Myungsoo smirks. "He's cute, Howon, really. I just think this all kind of odd." He laughs and takes a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah, it is."

When Myungsoo leaves, Howon takes the time to stroke Dongwoo's hair, curled up on the couch watching a movie and Dongwoo likes to sit extra close and nuzzle his hand and crawl into his lap and rest his head particularly high up on Howon's thighs. He likes to smile at him, and Howon thinks it is totally bizarre that Dongwoo never speaks, that he has cat ears and a tail and is basically...a cat. He thinks maybe he should have called the police a long time ago, when he found him in that alley. He thinks that if he does call the police, or if Dongwoo does end up being some crazy murderer or a dangerous, hybrid science experiment gone wrong, then he'll just be sad again. So he shoves those thoughts down to his stomach to be destroyed instead of stewing them on the end of his tongue.

It makes things better. Because there is nothing malicious about the way Dongwoo touches him.

And it happens on the second week that Dongwoo has kept Howon's company. He sleeps next to him in bed every night, wearing the pajamas Howon bought for him, and at first it is Dongwoo with his arms wrapped indefinitely around Howon's body, never speaking but making little contented noise, like the motor-like rumble at the base of his throat or the occasional laugh or the hum that he makes when he's excited or comfortable. Then one night Howon is settling in next to Dongwoo and placing his head on his boy's chest, and slinging a leg over Dongwoo's and their feet brush and Howon's toes curl and he likes sleeping next to Dongwoo.

Except on that second week, they don't sleep much. Howon is watching Dongwoo stretch his back in a particularly large fashion, and he's in that loose shirt with the thin matching boxer shorts, and Howon feels his stomach stir and his mouth go dry in a familiar sense of something. Something he's been feeling and poking and wondering with for the past two weeks and he refuses to form the whole thought. But it finally crawls its way up his tongue and settles behind his teeth and he thinks it. Dongwoo is human, in a more obvious state, and while there are surely some unanswered questions in Howon's consciousness, he thinks it safe to say that he can reasonably find him attractive.

Because he does. Undeniably and unmistakably.  There's nothing wrong with it either. Not with the way he slinks around, or the way the muscles in his body grow taught every time he moves, flexing under creamy soft skin and Howon clears his throat as he watches Dongwoo curl up on the other side of the bed. And he looks at him with those eyes, like ethereal intensity and a kind of beauty that puts Howon in awe. And his mouth, wide set and full lips and a startling smile and Howon is done for.

So that's how Howon ends up asking the question. That simple and very sinful suggestion passes his lips and he says, "I shouldn't have asked you that," right afterwards and Dongwoo just stares at him from his spot in the semi darkness of the room, faint streetlights shining through the window's drawn curtains and they highlight the planes of his face like the moonlight on a mountain.

Then he smiles, and Howon feels his stomach flips around in a good way and his heart rate accelerates like he's running through a marathon of emotions. Because Dongwoo is nodding, makes a noise that Howon has deciphered to mean, "Yeah, of course," and he's scooting over in the bed to get comfortable. Because he does get comfortable; he presses close to Howon's side and gets in his face and Howon realizes that maybe Dongwoo is pretty human.

"I think I'm completely wrong for saying this, but you're gorgeous."

The sentence comes out sounding a little off, kind of like Howon is insulting his intoxicating new friend but Dongwoo is understanding. He nods and Howon feels likes that was really cocky, then he's pressing their faces together and their lips touch and Howon forgets that this could be bad and replaces all his doubt with the feeling of it all. Dongwoo is a surprisingly good kisser from the start, and Howon doesn't know where he could have picked this skill up but he doesn't question it. Dongwoo's jaw is strong, and Howon finds himself parting his lips in appreciation for the passion and their tongues flick in an instant of heated resolve and then Dongwoo is pulling back and Howon is left breathless.

And it's all he can do to not moan as Dongwoo starts to kiss at his neck, so he lets it all sink in and runs his hands up the back of Dongwoo's shirt, pulling it up to his shoulders and he smirks as he sits up and pulls it off completely. It's not like Howon hasn't seen him without a shirt on before; after he showers he likes to walk around with the towel on his neck and brood about Howon's requirement that he submerge himself in water every other day and scrub himself with soap. However somehow, this is different. Seeing him now is more erotic than it was before, and Howon can only swallow and lean forward and place unexpectedly sweet kisses down his abdomen.

Howon has never had sex with someone who purrs, but Dongwoo does it and it's rewarding. Howon can't go wrong, because everything he does is met by a sound in response, letting him know what kind of pleasure Dongwoo is getting from it. These are soft and light kisses, and then it's not kisses anymore, it's a frenzy as Dongwoo pulls of Howon's shirt and Howon shimmies out of his pants. Dongwoo throws his own over the side of the bed, and then Howon has to swallow down anxiety and anticipation all at once.

Because Dongwoo ends up settling between Howon's legs and pushing them apart and grabbing his cock with come kind of deft flick of his wrist, and Howon can only moan for it as he watches Dongwoo lick a wet line up the underside of his dick, swirls his tongue around the head and them take him in his mouth in one go, sucking slowly and loudly. Howon tries to rut upward, only to realize Dongwoo is holding his hips down with force to prevent it. Like he's done this before and he knows what Howon will do.

So Howon bites his bottom lip and lets out a noise when Dongwoo's mouth abandons its task with one ending slurp, and Howon is left regrettably unfinished and eager for more. Dongwoo is a step ahead of him already though, because he's making a motion with his hand, a question on his face and he's asking if Howon has lube. "Top drawer," he says, pointing at the table beside his bed and Dongwoo stretches across his on purpose to retrieve the bottle, rummaging for a second and balancing, tail poised upward as he pulls the object out and pops the cap with his thumb.

And from there it's all the basics, but Howon does have to remind Dongwoo to prep him before he lathers up. Dongwoo smiles like he's stupid for forgetting that, stretches him open with three slick fingers and by then Howon is begging for him to fuck him. And Howon has to admit he never though he would be begging a guy with a feline's set of ear nestled in his hair, but he sure is. Then Dongwoo is pushing his legs wide and Howon wraps them loosely around his waist as he slowly pushes in.

Howon actually has to stifle himself from being too loud because fuck. Fuck, this is going to be so good. So good, as Dongwoo seats himself fully inside Howon and starts to move, shallow thrusts at first, slow and gentle and he's smirking when Howon tells him to, "Just fuck me already."

And he does. He grabs Howon's thighs harshly and sinks his fingers into the flesh, bending down to crush his lips with his own and there is an obscene amount of tongue and gasping. And Dongwoo's hips are sharp jerks, snaps forward and back out and then roughly slamming back in and he starts to moan. He starts to fucking moan. Howon throws his head back and wraps his arms around Dongwoo's neck, gripping the back of his hair and he actually rubs behind his ears, soft chestnut colored fur feeling silky on his fingers.

That's when Dongwoo starts making more noise, and he's going fast and Howon can't even move with how thoroughly he's being fucked, Dongwoo's lithe fingers pumping his cock, hips quickly and rigorously colliding with him and hitting that spot just right. It fills him with that kind of euphoria, that purest ecstasy as Dongwoo starts grunting in his ear.

Howon speaks for him, nearly screaming out, "Fuck, Dongwoo," and he follows it up with an involuntary high pitched cry that only makes Dongwoo's hand move faster over his cock and Howon feels it so close, built up in his stomach and it's tight and then it's letting go, spilling white all over his stomach and Dongwoo's fist and his whole body tenses up before it relaxes. Dongwoo lets out one final gasp, one mouth gaping groan of pleasure and he shoots out inside of Howon in a hot stream, body still at rhythm and sweat sticking his hair to his forehead.

He collapses on top of Howon, and then he's surprised, because Dongwoo emits a sound that Howon thinks is a word. No, it is a word. He says it in a near whisper, in a nearly strained but still husky, raspy voice, deep in its smoothness. Breathless but not labored. "Howon."