The Adventures of Cat and Kitten

Chapter 11

"...covenant of family, and as such marriage..."

Soonyoung wanted to groan with boredom. He didn't know the pair getting married. The guy was one of Jihoon's lecturers, and he had to admit they looked cute together, but sitting where they were in the back of the long wedding hall the view was bad. Why they had chosen the fancy, long-ass formulary he had he didn't know either, but the resort had to be charging them through the nose for it, given how quick their ceremonies normally went. This one had been dragging on an hour already. The only good thing about it was the aircon they had running; even with over two hundred people in here, the air was crisp and cool, scrubbed scrupulously clean.

At his side Jihoon wasn't even bothering to pay attention. He had his earphones in and was playing something on his phone, concentration absolute. He envied him, but his phone had died fifteen minutes ago, battery dead.

Biting his lip, he ghosted fingers along his mate's arm, trying to ask wordlessly to share, but Jihoon only gave him a quick glance before he looked back. Another caress got him an elbow in the ribs; he grinned at the pouty, concentrating pull of his mouth and tried to think of something else to occupy him.

The idea that came to him five minutes later was ludicrous. He looked around. They were the only people in the back row of the groom's side, half-hidden behind a truly ostentatious flower arrangement. Nibbling his lip, he lifted his arm and draped it casually across his kitten's back. It slid down slowly over the next minute, as slowly as he could make it. Jihoon huffed once, but went right on playing his game.

You go right ahead, Soonyoung thought rebelliously. Nothing happening here. Go on with your game.

With his hand finally drooped to rest on his kitten's butt, he let him have another minute before he squeezed it gently. It got him a shocked look, but whatever happened on the screen pulled his attention back. Soonyoung carried right on, palming and squeezing through the thin dress pants, eyeing Jihoon's shaking fingers through the corner of his eye as he faced forward. Playing like that got him a squirmy omega in a few minutes, and he lifted his hand to slip under the jacket as he leant sideways with a whispered request to loosen his belt and button.

Jihoon gave him another shocked look at that, but complied with one shaking hand before he nailed his attention to his phone, trying to keep up with the game. Soonyoung, still smiling gently as if he loved listening to the ceremony, took advantage of that to slip his hand down the back of his pants, fingers creeping beneath his boxers, and got himself a palmful of ass-cheek, playing and fondling and teasing. He knew his kitten well enough to pick up the faint swallows and sighs he let out, and smirked as he went in for the kill.

Slowly wiggling one fingertip into the crease, he pressed it deftly against the tiny hole there and got a squeak for his efforts. The woman in the seat before them looked around to shush them, gave Jihoon the stink-eye for being on his phone, and turned back after Soonyoung mouthed an apology to her. Even as he did, he gently pressed and played with the little hole, working his calloused fingertip along the sensitive rim, until Jihoon bit his lip and turned off the game, cheeks flushing pink.

It didn't take long to feel the slightest traces of moisture, and he rewarded his kitten with another finger gently pressing and playing, still just teasing slowly and gently.

Jihoon reached out with one shaky hand, resting it on Soonyoung's thigh, and tried not to squeak again, fingers curling into the strong, taut muscle.

"Relax," Soonyoung risked whispering, relieved when it didn't carry enough to provoke the woman's ire again. He paused for a moment to tap against the pucker, then slowly started to work his middle finger in. It felt warm and luscious and welcoming, just a gentle tease in and out, until he managed to work a second one in and started to scissor them, playing and stretching and persuading it to part a little wider. His kitten jumped when he tapped one finger onto his prostate, gently skimming it, and wriggled down a little more, took him in a little deeper.