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Riki will never get tired of seeing this sight.
His legs are spread wide from where he’s sitting in his chair, bare from the waist down, cock hard and leaking. In between his thighs is Heeseung, glassy eyed and desperate.
He looks so cute like this, lips flushed from their intense makeout session, ears twitching slightly, pretty collar snug around his neck, the small bell jingling with every movement. Riki has a fleeting thought—mine—before he’s bringing a hand down and petting the top of Heeseung’s head gently, encouraging him ever so softly.
Heeseung looks up at him with his blown pupils, tongue nervously coming out to lick his lips. He shifts slightly, the melodic sound of the bell hits Riki’s ears, and before he knows it, he’s guiding the tip of his cock to rest in between swollen lips.
“Come on, kitty. Open up for me,” he says, cupping Heeseung’s jaw and prying his mouth open with his thumb. Heeseung allows his mouth to fall open, moaning softly as Riki explores it thoroughly, thumb running over his gums and teeth, pressing his tongue down too.
Heeseung’s tail brushes against Riki’s leg, soft fur tickling the hair there as he begins to purr. The vibrations startle Riki at first, but he can’t deny the way the sound of Heeseung’s contentment makes his cock ache, a bead of precome forming at the tip before landing in the dip of Heeseung’s lips.
“R-Riki,” he says, and Riki has a twisted thought about the way that Heeseung can barely speak from the intrusion in his mouth. It makes him laugh to himself, excited to see Heeseung really rendered speechless once he takes Riki’s cock into that warm, wet cavern.
Riki doesn’t reply, but he presses his thumb down on Heeseung’s tongue, pushing it further in and causing him to gag from around it. He can’t help it, loving the way that he falls apart on nothing more than his thumb, which is undeniably much smaller than Riki’s cock.
Heeseung gags and coughs, even when he pulls it out, but he doesn’t stop purring, looking up at Riki expectantly.
But Riki isn’t going to make it so easy.
“What do you want, baby?” He asks, a coo sliding out alongside his words. “Look so pretty on your knees for me,” he adds, knowing the effect that it has on him.
Heeseung’s cheeks burn at the nickname and he’s rubbing his face against the inside of Riki’s thigh in no time. He knows that look, the look that Heeseung gets when he’s floating, when he’s not exactly conscious of everything going on around him. He closes his eyes, purring louder as he just continues to rub his face against smooth skin, whimpering lightly with every touch.
As cute as he is like this, scenting Riki and wanting to be close, Riki is impatient and aching, cock rock hard and flushed at the tip. He thinks it’s best if he just gives his kitten some milk.
Without thinking, he brings a hand into Heeseung’s hair and pulls, successfully breaking the kitten out of his stupor. He whines loudly, looking up at Riki with that tear filled gaze again. Riki feels his heart melt at how beautiful and cute Heeseung is, but doesn’t voice his adoration out loud.
“I asked you a question,” he says, hand tightening. “What do you want?”
Heeseung’s cheeks flush pink again before he’s averting his eyes, almost like he doesn’t want Riki to see him. That’s impossible though, Riki always sees him, always makes sure he’s aware of everything.
“I…” he says, trailing off. Riki looks down at him expectantly. “I want to suck your c-cock.”
He’s almost there, but still not enough. Riki raises an eyebrow in question. They both know what he wants—what he expects.
Heeseung lets out a little in protest, bringing his hands up to hide at his face, but Riki can’t have that. He wants—no needs—to see that pretty face, after all. Riki allows his knee to gently nudge Heeseung. “Don’t be shy, it’s just me.”
Heeseung lets out an embarrassed huff, but he makes no move to get off of his knees. Riki knows that that means he’s doing something right. His hyung likes this, likes being at Riki’s mercy.
“Wanna to suck your cock…” he repeats before hesitantly adding on, “hyung.”
The word tumbles out of his mouth and Riki swears he’s about to bust one right on Heeseung’s face, but he controls himself. It’s always so cute to hear Heeseung being so bashful about calling him hyung. He says it like it makes him ashamed, like he’s embarrassed, and he probably is, but that’s what makes it all worth it. Heeseung likes being embarrassed and Riki loves embarrassing him, especially if it’s just to the two of them.
Right now though, he doesn’t want to tease. His cock feels unbelievably heavy and full, and before he knows it, he’s guiding it to Heeseung’s lips once more. Heeseung’s tongue pokes out and licks a bead of precome up, trailing it all the way up his shaft in small kitten licks. Then he’s popping the head into his warmth, suckling on it lightly while staring at Riki through his bangs.
Beautiful. Perfect and he doesn’t even know it. His ears twitch like he’s nervous, but Riki lays a comforting hand in between them, petting him lightly. Heeseung melts into his touch, purring softly just as Riki slips more of his cock into that awaiting mouth.
Heeseung doesn’t say anything, obediently taking it with zero complaints. His lips stretch around Riki’s cock, mouth slick and slippery from all of the spit that’s been pooling. Heeseung moans when Riki pushes in further, the head of his cock hitting the back of his throat. He gags on it a bit, but Riki doesn’t even register it.
He can’t. Not when all he can think about is the mind numbing pleasure that he’s experiencing right now. His cock is enveloped in warmth, the vibrations of Heeseung’s purr making everything feel that much better. He closes his eyes, fucking Heeseung’s mouth with purpose, balls swinging with every thrust in.
Heeseung whimpers from around him, making cute sounds as he takes him in deeper, effectively deep throating. He gags and pulls off for a second to cough, but the second time he’s sinking on that cock again has Riki groaning out loudly, hand wound tightly in his hair and fucking his face with fervor.
Riki opens his eyes, chancing a glance at Heeseung. He looks completely wrecked. Riki thinks he’s gorgeous. He’s properly crying, tears streaming down his face as he attempts to breathe, squeezing Riki’s thigh to seemingly ground himself.
“Like that, kitten. Doing so good for hyung, baby,” he moans, unable to stop himself as he continues to fuck Heeseung’s mouth with no second thought about it.
Heeseung’s is so good, taking it all like a good boy, hollowing his cheeks at the perfect time, letting him slip in as deep as possible. The tight heat around him feels so good, so perfect, and Riki can’t help the fact that he’s close already.
It’s really not his fault, not when Heeseung is so pretty and docile like this, bell jingling with every bob of his head, tail swishing back and forth in between Riki’s legs. He gives himself up fully, looking at Riki with tear stricken eyes, allowing him to control the pace. Riki loses control, closing his eyes again, feeling his stomach tighten as he quickens his pace.
The sounds filling the room are sinful—Heeseung choking on his cock, gagging and retching loudly as Riki forces more down his throat. He’s so close, almost there, and once he feels those vibrations around his cock, his orgasm hits him like a rubber band snapping—impactful and almost unexpected.
He pulls on Heeseung’s hair hard, holding him in place as he stuffs him with his cock, groaning loudly when he comes. Heeseung squeezes his eyes closed, nails digging into Riki’s thigh. Riki gyrates his hips, riding out his orgasm as he uses Heeseung like a glorified flesh light, filling him up with every ounce of his come and not letting up until he’s done.
Kitty milk, his brain supplies unhelpfully.
Heeseung whines from around him and that’s when Riki finally looks down, stomach twisting in arousal at the sight. Heeseung’s eyes are lidded, head resting against the inside of Riki’s knee. He looks exhausted but content, still purring happily as come and drool leak from his mouth. Riki watches as a pearlescent drop slides past his lips, leaking onto the ground below them.
“Messy kitty,” he says in awe, pulling out his phone and pointing the camera right at Heeseung. He’s in a daze, bringing a thumb up and pulling at his bottom lip, showcasing so much more. The scene is so lewd, Heeseung’s barely even lucid enough to realize what’s happening, but Riki doesn’t care.
He snaps as many pictures as he wants, watching as the come slides past his softening cock, causing Heeseung to whimper when he realizes that it’s leaking.
“Shh, it’s okay, darling,” Riki says, swiping some come off of Heeseung’s chin and piling it back into his mouth, “Hyung’s gonna give you some more milk.”