The Adventures of Cat and Kitten

Chapter 2

Months later, with the term well underway, Kwon Soonyoung had settled into his small apartment and his new life. Barring a few troublemakers he had to smack down, his class got along well with him; he kept them busy enough that they didn't have much time for stupidity anyway. He slowly made friends, from the perky second-year students that Jihoon had dragged by once (one the cutest border collie that pretended to be a great deal stupider than he was, and a very loud, very russet cat that had the voice of a diva and an attitude to match), to friends of his own amongst his peers and juniors.

Above all he had Lee Jihoon. It had taken over a week of solid asking (begging) to get him to go out on the coffee date with him, but slowly things went easier, until it turned into a weekly thing. Neither of them cared a lot for sitting in a café, but they went with the friend groups at times, and at other times he just got it after his early morning run and took it in to Jihoon's studio. The cat was the laziest person he knew personally (Seungkwan-ah insisted he knew someone lazier), so nine times out of then he was stretched out on the couch sleeping, allowing Soonyoung to hunker down and just look at him.

His kitten had a vulnerability to his face in sleep that he didn't awake, and it made Soonyoung feel so good that he trusted him enough that he didn't even wake up as the door clicked and locked. Putting the cup on the desk, he reached to pick his head up a little, slipping in beneath so that his neck didn't bend so uncomfortably, and started running his fingers through his flossy, pale blonde hair.

Jihoon muttered and wiggled a little closer, curling into a more comfortable position. There were words there, but too faint for even his ears to hear, and so he let him be. Instead, pulling the blanket along the back over him, he settled his head back to let the omega's scent lull him into a blissful haze.

His mind drifted, remembering the first time they had been at a coffee shop and he had seen Jihoon's tail. Not all cat hybrids had them, just as not all had his aggressively slanted eyes or super-flexible spine. It was a matter of biology and genetics, but it was also cute, covered with a shorter, denser version of his pale hair. That day, just as they had settled in with their coffees, about to hash out their plans for a combined performance, he had noticed Jihoon flush upright like a scalded cat, turning to give a guy in the queue the Look of Death.

The guy – Soonyoung could smell from half a football field away that he was an alpha – had ignored his incipient death and stroked it again, fingers burrowing in against the fur. Frowning, he stood. "Hands off," he advised the guy flatly. "I'm not going to be responsible for what happens if you touch that one second longer."

"What?" the guy had bluffed. "You don't want me touching your little omega? Claim him properly next time, bastard. He's open property like this. I'm not going to regret a thing."

Soonyoung had smiled – well his teeth had been on display. "Yes, you are," he said equably through them. "He's neither property nor available, and you'll let him go if you want to get out of this alive."

"Are you threatening me?!"

Soonyoung sighed inwardly. Fucking canines. At least not all of them were like that. "No," he drawled out. "But in about a second I am going to offer to hold his coffee and his jacket and watch him rip your head off and shit down the hole. Just because he's an omega doesn't mean he's weak, asshole."

The guy had looked, mouth opening to bluster once more, and Jihoon had hit him with a calculated blow, enough to break his nose. It laid him out cold on the floor, and Jihoon didn't hesitate to step on him as he stormed to the nearest phone to make a complaint, and Soonyoung? Soonyoung had applauded right along with the rest of the folks in the small café, and sipped his tea smugly.

No. Lee Jihoon wasn't anyone's kitty to tangle with, which made moments like this so much more worth it, even if it did mean that his leg was going dead and he wanted to ravish him in the worst way possible.

Long minutes later, just as the coffee in the travel mug felt perfect when he checked, he shook one surprisingly wide little shoulder gently. "Come on, Jihoonie," he urged. "Sit up so that you can have your coffee, then you need to go to bed, okay? These all-nighters aren't healthy for you."

Jihoon mumbled, turning his face away and flopping over. One, two easy movements later he lay the other way, determinately using Soonyoung's belly as a shield from the sunlight before he plucked the blanket up around his ears.

"Are you drooling on my leg?" Soonyoung asked. "Oh my god, Jihoonie, sit up. That's not your pillow."

"Shut up," Jihoon grumbled. "It is right now."

Soonyoung sighed and clicked his tongue, reaching down. It was the work of moments to wrap his arms around Jihoon enough to haul him upwards into a blanket burrito that sat on his lap, with only a dandelion-fluff of hair sticking out. "You big baby," he accused. Reaching for the coffee, he propped it up so that the bendy straw could sneak into the cat's hiding place. Seconds later, when he heard Jihoon start to drink, he rolled his eyes and sunk his head back against the wall, resigned to his fate as a cuddle-toy for the small and spoiled.

It felt like ages before he could take the cup away. Given that the burrito on his lap didn't move, he wrapped that arm around him as well, hands slowly skimming up and down Jihoon's back.

"You smell nice," Jihoon muttered, sounding marginally more awake. Just a little bit of his face emerged, enough to bent pliantly and press his face into Soonyoung's neck.

Soonyoung shuddered at the soft, not-so-innocent movements, too afraid to move lest he break the spell. Jihoon was rubbing his forehead against him, from his hairline to the tip of his cute nose, over the spot beneath his jaw where his pulse beat. Down the carotid, then up again, and finally around into his hairline a little bit. It felt tender and soft and amazingly arousing; as much as Soonyoung didn't want him to stop, he wanted it as well, because in less than a minute he was not going to be responsible for what his dick thought of this whole situation.

Luckily for him, Jihoon stopped semi-scenting him. Unluckily for him, he wiggled closer, tucked his legs in under one of Soonyoung's arms and went asleep there, with his lips a fraction away from that tender spot where blood came the closest to the surface. Every time he exhaled it was a warm wash of air; every time he inhaled slightly cooler, until Soonyoung was in some kind of thermodynamic hell made worse by the spiralling awareness that the omega just wanted cuddles, and just wanting cuddles wasn't enough to even signify a desire for more.

So he sat there with Lee Jihoon on his lap, biting the inside of his lip not to pounce, and with the most awkward boner he had ever experienced. That day, when he got to escape, he practically broke the speed of sound as he ran back to his tiny apartment, barely slamming the door shut before he had his hand down his pants to frantically stroke his swelling cock. Somehow it made it worse and better at the same time that all he could smell on himself was Lee Jihoon. He came shuddering once, then twice more in quick succession, mind spinning so quickly between imagined shots of Jihoon on his knees, on his lap, on his desk that they flickered past like ghosts.

That night he slept the best he had in months, and wanted to die from the guilt.