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“Minhee, sit.” 

It wasn't like Minhee asked to crash in Serim's studio with the sole intention of annoying him. It just happened — when Woobin, his manager and the poor victim of most of his tantrums, asked where he’d like to be driven after his photoshoot ended a whole three hours early because of a change in schedule, Serim just happened to be blowing the group chat with texts about how boring it was to be so alone. As the last member of their group chat (and relationship), Seongmin, seemed too busy to even read the texts, the choice had been easy.

Plus, he'd been good for a majority of the afternoon. He laid still on the small couch behind Serim’s desk chair, chatting with his boyfriend while still letting him concentrate on the track he was working on and close enough Serim could just turn to him to rub his tummy whenever he got stuck on… whatever he was doing. Minhee was no composer; he was a model. His selling point was his face, not what was inside his skull. 

It really wasn't his fault that he got bored. If you asked him, it was all on Serim; the man should've expected him to wake up with energy buzzing under his skin after letting him take such a long nap ! The white dog ears on his head and small wagging tail sprouting from his lower back were enough of an indication that he’d need a walk sooner or later after staying cramped in this shoebox of a studio for so many hours.

But Minhee couldn't go on a walk by himself — never. Ever the high maintenance puppy, he needed his favorite human with him. In a way, Serim brought this whole situation on himself. 

Though the man didn't see it that way, given the severity in his voice and how freakishly serious he sounded as he ordered Minhee to sit back. It wasn't a game. 

Minhee obeyed, but not without a small whine. Not a full blown one (it was way too early), just one high enough it resonated in his throat as a pout formed on his face, trying his damn best to be just pathetic enough for Serim to get the message while still keeping a part of his ego intact. “But I'm bored, Hyung.” 

“I know, Minhee-yah. Just give me a second, I'll take a break after I'm done with this part.” 

That was the third time he said that already, the first being ages ago (about half an hour, give or take a few minutes). Minhee, who was already bad at waiting in normal circumstances, felt like his whole body was on fire, each of his joints begging for him to move, to get all this energy out, but he needed to be a good puppy. 

He could wait. Just a little more. 

Three minutes later, his feet wound up on the back of Serim’s chair, using his long legs to his advantage as he slowly rocked his human from side to side. It was almost entertaining enough, seeing the beautiful, absolutely gorgeous side profile of his handsome boyfriend every few seconds. The frown on his face made him look otherworldly, perfect eyebrows furrowed, eyes as dark as the midnight sky, nose sculpted in marble. 

Serim had always looked like made to the image of God. It had been one of the first things Minhee noticed about him when they first met — the second being how pretty he looked when his gaze fell upon someone he loved. 

“Minhee,” Low and deep, it was a warning. “Stop that, now.” Serim’s patience was vast but not infinite, and Minhee was definitely testing it. The most dangerous of games. 

“I’m bored,” he whined again, this time a little deeper, putting his feet back on the linoleum floor to stomp them like a kid deprived of his toys. 

“Stop being such a brat, you chose to come here, you know the rules.” With no answer coming, the older turned to fully face the puppy on his couch, frown slowly melting as he looked at Minhee’s own.  It was like that, always — Serim was like a popsicle, melting at the warmth of the view each time he saw someone he held dear in his heart, such a loving creature that it always made Minhee’s heart beat a little louder, a little harder. “I’m working, baby. You can't just do whatever pleases you, you know ? I’m sorry you’re so bored, really.” His voice was soft, almost pitiful, the kind he used on his nephew whenever the toddler was upset, as if he was the one hurting.

Minhee humph-ed. “What you’re saying is that you don't love me anymore and that I'd be better off begging for attention between trash bags in a shady alley.”

“That’s not— No— Puppy, what the fuck are you even saying ?” The sheer confusion on his owner’s face was enough for Minhee’s frown to turn into a smile, small giggles echoing with the small thump thump thump of his tail wagging with difficulty against the cushions. Serim couldn't hide his own smile, rolling his eyes with all the affection in the world. “Just a moment, baby. I swear we’ll go on a walk soon.” 

With the tension now dissolved, Minhee chose to believe in those words. He got comfortable again, curling into a tight little ball with a cushion against his chest to mindlessly scroll on his phone, and waited. For this alone, he believed he deserved a reward, maybe even a sweet treat. He was such a patient and pliant puppy. 

Though the energy was still there, building under his skin, bubbling and boiling — Serim was nothing but a filthy liar. An entire hour passed without anything happening, the room continually filled with the noises of a keyboard, the rhythmic clicks of a mouse and the human's annoyed grunts. 

Minhee physically couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Kang Minhee, what are you doing ?” 

“I’m bored !” He exclaimed, not caring about previous warnings as he fully got up from the couch to go and sit on Serim's lap without even dreaming of asking for permission. “Give me attention or else I'll die.” 

“I’m— Puppy, stop that. You’re not staying here, I can’t see my screen and your bones are pointy.” 

If Serim truly wanted him off, he’d use his strength to push him off his lap. Since he didn't right away, merely holding the dog by the waist to stop him from getting too comfortable —and accidentally elbowing him in the face— Minhee decided it must mean he wasn't really against it. “Why see the screen when you have a full me to watch and adore ?” 

“Minhee. Get down, now.” There it was: that serious voice, the warnings it held in so few words. The orders Minhee wouldn't follow, not yet. 

“Nope !” 

Perhaps popping the 'p' had been his greatest mistake. He got too cocky, too fast. Just a second later, Serim was manhandling him, not wavering even as Minhee thrashed around, though still staying as gentle as one could. In a matter of seconds, Minhee’s butt wound up on the floor. It was— 

Hot. It was hot, and Minhee felt a candle light up in his lower stomach at the idea that if he wanted to, his boyfriend could throw him around the room without breaking a sweat. The flame grew bigger, his ears straightening atop his head as hope flooded his whole being seeing Serim get up from his chair; did he win ? Were they finally going for a walk ? 

His excitement and hope died faster than the speed of light as Serim only took the step separating him from the couch, folding the blanket resting on it in a square. Taking it with him, accompanied by the cushion Minhee was previously hugging, he laid both neatly between his desk and the wall with a face so neutral it sent shivers down the puppy’s spine, hair straightening all over his body. “You have your outside collar in your bag, right ?” Serim asked as he sat back on his chair, legs parted in such a way Minhee felt small, crushed under the man’s confidence and the way he looked at him like he was such a dumb thing. 

It was all a sign that he fucked up for good — the twinkle in Serim’s eyes, the seriousness in his face, the stern tone. Minhee felt like a prey. “Yeah ?” His voice sounded hesitant, even to his own ears. 

“Bring it to me.” Serim’s eyes followed each of Minhee’s movements as the dog all but crawled on all fours to reach his forgotten bag with his tail tucked between his legs, not caring about the dust getting on his palms and stupid designer jeans. “Faster, Minhee. I don't have all day.” Answering with a whimper he failed to keep to himself, Minhee urgently came back to him with the small, unassuming piece of leather between his fingers. “Drop it,” his owner ordered, palm open. When he did, Serim barely nodded. “Good.” 

No good boy. He was pissed for real — it brought a bit of fear and tripled the arousal in Minhee, candle burning ablaze in his tummy. 

“Paws on my knees, give me your neck.” The urge to obey was animalistic. Minhee stayed straighter than a pole as Serim' fastened the collar against his throat, the weight of it so familiar but barely enough. This one was smaller, lighter than his real collars, just a substitute to use when they were outside the comfort and security of home. It was a basic choker seen on anyone with a relatively alternative sense of fashion — there was still a big stigma around collared hybrids, which was completely fair, given the history of it, especially since Serim was human. 

But Minhee would've been a good puppy even without his ears and tail.

“Don't look at me like that. We both know I should've collared you way sooner. Now go sit on the blanket and don't move or else we’re really going to have a problem, mister.” His voice sounded a bit lighter. Still serious, still an order, but Minhee’s obedience must have softened the edges of his annoyance. 

“You’re so mean to me.” Even as he went to do what he was told, Minhee complained. His words came back suddenly, the cotton in his head dissipating a bit, just enough for him to squint at his owner once he was as comfortable as he could be.

“You brought this upon yourself, pup. Now, if you finally let me work without any bothering me or giving me your little attitude, I can forgive you and we won't have to take the situation home. Do we have a deal ?” This unfair, pretty creature dared to chuckle as Minhee humph-ed again, bringing a shoed foot to softly nuzzle against his ankle. “You're so cute when you think you have the upper hand, pup. I should send a picture to Seongmin, show him his pretty little puppy in his doggy bed. He’d squeal and ask you to show your belly for him.”

Seongmin. If Seongmin were to learn he’d been a bad dog, Minhee could say goodbye to sweet treats forever (at least a day or two). This couldn't happen, not under any circumstances. With his ears immediately flapping right against his skull, where they would disappear were they black like his hair and not white as snow, Minhee let out another whimper, eyes begging for Serim to understand what now seemed impossible to articulate. Why were words so difficult to get out now ? He always lost them whenever he needed them the most. 

“What ? You don't want me to send him your adorable face ?” It was mocking, it obviously was, but Minhee swallowed his ego and shook his head no. “I guess we do have a deal, then. He doesn't have to know his pretty puppy misbehaved as long as you start being a good boy from now on.”

He could do it. Minhee would be the goodest boy ever — he just had to sit still and look pretty for a little longer and then they'd go home and his favorite kitty in the world would give him kisses. He could even complain about their shared human, and maybe, if he found the right words, Serim would be the one getting punished. The idea of their boyfriend nagging at Serim for being inconsiderate of the puppy’s needs helped him stay put for a while. 

But it was just so hard to stay still when you were a puppy with so much energy, bored as hell and in dire need of attention. Staring at Serim’s pretty face and imagining him in situations could only do so much — now Minhee’s cock felt uncomfortable against his zippers, and Serim most likely gave up on taking a break. 

“Minhee, how many times will I have to tell you to stay still ?” Obviously, his boyfriend would notice him trying to sneak away from his assigned corner, even if he was really careful. “What are you doing ? I thought you stopped being a bad dog.” 

Bad dog. What a joke. Minhee didn't want to beg for his attention anymore, false upsetness making him squint at the human for a moment once again. “I just— My phone’s on the couch. Wanted to fetch it.” He improvised, spotting said phone just a couple meters away. 

“And why would a puppy currently being punished get  a phone ?” Even if he was upset, the way Serim barely gave him one look over before turning back to his screen absolutely tore Minhee apart. The bad boy treatment always made his skin itch, his insides squirm. Minhee didn't quite like being bad. Or rather, he didn't quite like the consequences of his own moody personality, so he whined, resolutions flying out the window as he grabbed the human’s pant leg and tugged at it. “I want words, none of this puppy eyes thing. We both know it doesn't work on me.” It was a lie, one they both knew about. Serim could almost never resist Minhee when he fully lost his words, too far in his head and feelings to even know what he truly wanted, just a mess of a puppy with whines and whimpers and groans and moans as his only way to communicate. 

Though it was a bit too early for him to lose himself, Minhee still felt hot in the cheeks and embarrassed about his own state. It was a wonder Serim hadn't yet commented on how pink he must have looked — Thank God he hadn't taken off his makeup yet. It must have hidden most of it. “Check on Seongmin ?” He tried, biting his bottom lip as a way to stop himself from whining yet again. “Miss him. And the baby.”

Doubt and understanding broke Serim’s serious stare, stars twinkling in the milky way of his eyes, the biggest sap when it came to their cat boyfriend, especially since Seongmin had gotten pregnant — Serim was the most worried one about having to leave him home alone all day, every day, even if they all knew Seongmin needed the alone time. He was independent like that, a princess who had always worked from his own atelier because of his chronic anti-social tendencies. He could take care of himself, really. “Hm… You know what, I'll call him. If you don't want him to know you’re in trouble, you better stay in line, yeah ?” At Minhee's nod, the man immediately grabbed his own phone from where he always left it on his desk, calling the cat in record time. 

It took three awfully long beeps before the call went through, and Minhee felt himself die at least a dozen times while waiting. “Hyungie ? Something wrong at work ?” Even without the call being put on speaker, the younger’s high pitched voice echoed in the entire room, immediately settling the uneasy feeling that had found a home behind Minhee’s lungs. He did truly miss his boyfriend. Maybe he worried just as much as Serim, in the end. 

“What, no, no, don't worry about that. I just missed your voice, Deongie.” The man’s voice had changed, his smile so bright Minhee could’ve heard it without seeing it, though it was a great view, a view he wanted to see everyday of his life. God did he love Serim too. It would never wear off, the feeling of raw affection overtaking his senses whenever he saw his human, his owner melt in affection over such small things. 

Love made him even more beautiful than usual. Minhee was starting to feel feral, too-long nails digging into his own thigh to stop himself from breaking even more rules and jumping on him to steal a million kisses. 

“You haven't checked your phone all day, is everything okay at home ?” 

Seongmin giggled. Giggled. The kind that made his nose scrunch and his eyes disappear, the kind where he got pink because even after all these years, he still got a bit shy whenever they doted on him so openly without an ounce of teasing to it. “Yes, sorry about that. I was about to do that, actually, you beat me to it. I just finished the big painting Mimi’s acting thing commissioned me to make, the one for the new drama he’s meant to start shooting in February. Put it to dry on the balcony. Speaking of him, he’s not back home yet. Did his shoot get delayed ? I thought it'd be done by now. I'm getting a tiny bit worried.” 

Mimi. What a cute nickname. Minhee loved it so much whenever his pretty Seongmin would call him that, something just between the two of them. It brought a small and embarrassing yip out of him before he could think of trying to conceal it, and Serim’s smile more than definitely widened as he heard it, but he didn't offer his hand for Minhee to rub his face against. It had to be some flavour of homophobia. Straight up Miniphobia. “He’s with me, you don't have to worry. Came to my studio to keep me company. Have you eaten yet ?”

On the other side of the line, Seongmin awwed so loudly the human had to take the phone farther from his ear. “Aww, what a cute Mimi. Tell him I said hi, yeah ? And don't even worry about that, I raided the fridge like three times already ! I’m having the worst cravings of my entire life, but hotpot is sooooo expensive to get delivered and the restaurant I love the most doesn't even offer delivery, can you believe that ? I’m going insane, it’s Hell. Now I'm full, but I still want the fucking hotpot and we have to go grocery shopping again.”

“Oh no, my poor kitty. The baby’s been hard with you these days, hasn't it ?” 

It was Seongmin's turn to whine. Minhee could imagine him thrashing on the couch with that iconic pout of his, pretty mismatched and fluffy ears all droopy against his equally fluffy hair. “It has ! And both its daddy and my pretty puppy are away from us, leaving me all alone in our too-big apartment. You better leave early today, or else I'll wither away and all you’ll find when you come home is a pile of dust !”

Minhee just couldn't bear the idea of Seongmin, pregnant Seongmin feeling alone. “Hyung’s almost done, we’ll be home in two hours max !” He screamed, talking as fast as he could to get every word out before Serim could mute his mic. The human’s raised eyebrow told him he just got himself in bigger trouble than he already was, but he knew it’d be worth it : with Seongmin expecting them home soon, the human would hurry up no matter what. 

“Ooh, I just heard my Mimi. You two better keep your word or else I'm going to Hyeongjun’s tonight, and we all know his boyfriend is kind of into me. Now go back to work, I'll put away the rest of my stuff !” 

“You know you just signed yourself for the bad boy treatment, right ?” The human asked as soon as Seongmin hung up, leaving his phone at the edge of the desk to look at his puppy with an amused glare.

Minhee just knew the smile he was sporting was the one that made him look stupid, with his manta ray-like dimples all out. “‘T’was worth it. I wanna go home.” 

“Stupid puppy,” Serim rolled his eyes, “I don't want to hear your voice until we’re home, is that clear ?” 

Maybe, just maybe, it hadn't been that worth it. With his legs asleep and the base of his tail aching from sitting for so long without stretching or even moving at all, Minhee could feel the high of hearing Seongmin's voice and disobeying so blatantly fading fast. He couldn't stand the silence anymore, he felt himself going crazy at the way Serim hadn't looked his direction in forever, and he didn't even have the slightest idea of how long it had been because the only clock in the room was hung right above his head, the angle making it impossible to see without moving.

It had to count as some form of torture. 

Serim’s phone, however, was merely centimeters away from him, a corner of it hanging off the desk in the most taunting of ways. Temptation in its truest form. Could he be sneaky enough to snatch it without his owner seeing him ? Serim seemed so focused on whatever he was doing, headphones over both ears as he tapped on a few keys of his keyboard. 

No. It wouldn't be worth the trouble, would it ? He would never get off the hook if he dared to do it.

But he was dying of boredom. Dying. His fingers itched for something to do, anything. And he was already in for a real punishment, wasn't he ? 

Might as well make the most of it, he decided, his hand slowly creeping towards the fruit of his temptation to fetch it. Serim didn't notice.

However, delusion hit him like a brick once he opened it. Sure, Serim had registered both his boyfriends’ fingerprints as soon as he registered his own when he got the phone, but they didn't have the same timeline on any social media at all and soccer was so boring Minhee preferred to look at a blank wall rather than try to understand whatever posts were in front of his eyes. Even in such a mischievous mood, he’d never breach his human’s privacy by reading his private messages — not even those shared with Seongmin.

As he was about to give up and put the phone back in its place before Serim saw him with it, he remembered something. His owner was always the one taking pictures and filming them whenever they were in a scene, always the paparazzi when it came to the boys he adored in any state of undressing. There had to be something interesting in his camera roll. 

The first pictures he saw as he opened the app were normal, the kind you’d expect from such a devoted boyfriend. Selfies, candid pictures, sceneries from when they went on walks — Minhee saw himself sleeping (and drooling a little) like the dead against Serim’s shoulder, Seongmin in shrimp position over a half painted canvas, a few of their friends from last get together, Seongmin’s first ultrasound (that, he sent to himself. He knew he had it somewhere in his phone, and the actual printed one had been hung on the fridge as soon as it entered their apartment, but he wanted to find it easily to boast to his friends) and many more. It was nice to see them, Serim’s love bleeding in each stolen picture, and definitely made his heart beat even louder in his chest — but he wanted to see spice. Screw him for being so horny. That too, was Serim’s fault.

Fiddling with the app a bit, it took him a long time to find anything, only coming close to what he was looking for with a single picture of Seongmin only wearing boxers, until he finally found the private folders, and more importantly, one with a blurry picture as its thumbnail and named with the dog emoji, the cat emoji and the red heart in flames. There. 

Though Serim was always a man of security: it needed a pin code to open.

For a moment, Minhee stared at the screen, thinking of what his favorite human would use to hide his boyfriends in very, very compromising positions. He tried Seongmin's birthday, his own, two different mashups of them, and nearly gasped when he got a notification that said the app would lock for a few minutes if he didn't get the next one right. Shit, what could it be ?

In a last, desperate attempt, he typed in the date where Seongmin kissed him and asked him if he was down to start dating them both, at the time when Serim and the cat were somewhat exclusive. Bingo. Minhee was such a smart puppy, he definitely deserved to be praised, maybe even a pat on the head or a scratch at the base of his tail. 

Browsing this folder was a dozen times more fun than the normal ones. Swiping fast through the pictures of himself as he felt embarrassed —yet aroused— by seeing his own face and body screaming with pleasure or drenched in various bodily fluids (he really loved to have his mouth occupied, and both his boyfriends loved to make him a bit messy each time they had the opportunity), he only focused on the other ones. One was definitely a nude Seongmin sent, the cat posing sitting with his legs spread in front of the full body mirror in their room only wearing one of Serim’s big shirts with no buttons done, his arm hiding his unclothed crotch but with his small swollen tits all out. All of the exposed skin took Minhee’s breath away — especially when he swiped only to see him in this exact outfit from behind, Serim’s oh-so-sexy hand holding him by the base of his tail, with the very tip of his cock buried in his folds. Shit, Minhee felt himself leak a little in his pants, remembering the moment he received this exact picture in the middle of his workday at the other side of the globe for fashion week in Paris. The text that had followed was a warning that he’d have to ask for permission to touch himself, and he never once regretted having to pay so much for international phone call bills. 

There were a few other pictures just as decadent as these, each one making him grow harder under the zipper of his pants, until he was faced with a video taken four months ago. Just by the thumbnail, his body suddenly shivered — he didn't have to play it to know it was Seongmin’s last heat, the one where Serim forgot to pull out. He had made him hold the phone as a punishment for getting too impatient and thrusting in the wrong hole. “Puppy, you know you can't get in there when Mommy’s in heat, hm ? Puppies can't cum in kitties then, it’s dangerous.” Well shit, they made a baby anyways, didn't they ? And without him, these unfair monsters. The urge to watch it overtook his senses, a primal feeling turning his organs inside out.

Looking up to make sure he was still in the clear, Minhee’s lungs fell to his stomach as his eyes met Serim’s, the man watching him with his arms crossed against his chest, making all of his muscles pop out under his shirt. The look he gave him could've made Minhee cum there and then. “Oh, don't mind me. Continue your browsing, it’s not like it’s my phone, or that you’re already in so much trouble that I should’ve told Seongmin ages ago to have him prepare the room. Do as you please, though, since apparently, you make the rules.”

Minhee couldn't breathe. Couldn't blink. His pants felt so tight around his bulge, and all he could think about were the pictures he’d just seen and how he yearned to feel good. Looking at him like that, Serim was absolutely breathtaking. Another hot flash washed all over him, from his face to the tip of his toes, accompanied by a shiver as his tail tried so hard to tuck itself between his legs. He let out a whimper, “I’m—” 

Raising a hand to cut him off, the human shook his head. “Don’t. I don't want to hear it.” 

“But I'm—”

“Shush. Give me the phone back,” he ordered, lowering his hand, waiting for the puppy to drop it. 

Maybe Minhee was a bit masochistic, or maybe he was just insane. With Serim's fingers so close to his face, he couldn't think clearly, mind clouded by his overwhelming instincts and the wildfire burning in his tummy. He wanted to watch the video so bad, needed to watch it. His eyes went to the offered hand, to the phone he was still holding, back to Serim’s eyes — without breaking eye contact again, he clamped his jaws around Serim’s fingers. Hard.

It took a moment before his act registered in Serim’s brain, just half a second of nothing before the human yelped, trying to shake his hand for Minhee to let go, but Minhee didn't budge, biting down even harder. “Minhee, let go. Now.” The puppy didn't, even as all the alarms in his mind went off. What was he doing ? It was like he wasn't in control of his body anymore, signing his own death wish. He wouldn't live to see another day, would he ?

Serim’s movements were almost harsh as he used his other hand to forcefully open his jaws, strong fingers pushing his teeth apart, his eyes the darkest they’d even been. “Bad puppy, bad !” 

Whimpering, trembling from head to toes, Minhee backed up until the walls stopped him for good. It wasn't his fault ! Serim pushed him to do that ! 

“You’re so— Don't look at me like that. Whatever happens, you brought this upon yourself. I can't believe you would bite me, are you crazy ? What even goes on in that stupid head of yours ?” Shaking his head again, Serim started to look around the drawers of his desk, rummaging through them as if looking for something.

Scared of whatever the older would take out from the drawer, Minhee put the phone back on the desk by himself, hoping to lighten his sentence, even just a little. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to do that !” He pleaded, shifting a bit on his legs for his cock to stop aching so much because of his stupid zipper. 

“But you did, didn't you ? Biting is for bad dogs. It’s for mu—” 

“I'm not a mutt !” He cut in, not wanting to hear his boyfriend dare to say the M-word about him. “I'm not a bad dog !” 

“But you are, Minhee. Now come here. You leave me with no choice.” Finally, Serim found whatever he was looking for, flaunting it before the puppy’s eyes : his old leash. Bought in an actual pet store, with a black leather handle and its length made out of chain. They’d stopped using it when Seongmin bought a new, longer one. Minhee thought it disappeared forever when he couldn't find it in its usual spot at home. “Give me your neck.”

As if the world stopped rotating for a single second, Minhee felt all his blood run cold — except in his groin, where it was boiling. “Wh— What ?” He wavered, his fists so tight it hurt a little. “But we're in public !” Being leashed up in Serim’s work building would be the most humiliated Minhee ever felt in his life. The puppy shivered at the idea of getting caught, the path to the car so long because Serim always parked right at the entrance. 

“We are, aren't we ? And bad dogs should wear a leash in public, Pup. Wouldn't want you to go biting anyone else,” Serim used his hand to gesture Minhee to come closer, the imprint of the younger's sharp teeth so red and clear around his index and middle finger. “Neck. Don't make me repeat myself.”

Swallowing felt like a dozen needles stabbed Minhee in the throat, his eyes desperately searching the room for an escape, though he only entertained the thought of running away for a moment or two, chasing it away with the vision of Serim catching him by his middle like he would always do. He’d never live it down, nor did he want to have to ask his makeup artist to hide more than she would already have to. Apprehensively, he moved. He stayed slow in his movements, until he was back to the position Serim had him earlier to collar him : paws on his owner’s thighs, bearing his neck for Serim to clip the leash through the small ring. 

The yelp he let out as Serim suddenly tugged on said leash was embarrassing — Minhee hadn't had time to react before his body lost its balance, landing face first against his boyfriend’s crotch. He didn't even register the pain the small fall had spread across his wrist and fingers, going from the muscled thighs he loved to devour to the cold and firm linoleum, before Serim’s voice echoed again in the studio. 

“Now, pup, you listen to me.” If Minhee was a dumb puppy, Serim was a wild wolf. His voice had a husk to it, a low, dangerous ramble making Minhee tremble even more. God, he was as terrified as he was aroused, his nails scratching against the floor in a desperate attempt to ground himself, to keep his mind somewhat clear before he started to lap at the fabric separating him from his boyfriend’s dick. 

Serim's hand found its way in the puppy’s still-done hair, the movement tugging at his scalp in sharp spikes of pain because of the professional hairspray, caging him for good. Maybe Minhee was no dog, in the end, just a lamb at the mercy of its natural predator. “When we’ll walk down the corridor, I’ll need you to stay close to me. As close as you can. We’ll hide your leash in my coat, okay ?” Minhee nodded, or rather, tried to, his head barely moving more than a few small shakes. It felt more like he rubbed his face against Serim’s growing bulge. God, it smelled so good here — musky from a long day, his owner’s arousal was clear as day to Minhee's developed nose. He could feel the last bits of his sanity slip down his ears, his brain becoming nothing more than mush. “Words, pup.” 

“Y— Yes.” 

“Yes who ?”

Shit. “Yes mommy.” Tears building up under his eyelids, Minhee rubbed his face a little more, relishing in the way he could feel it more clearly now, though the pain of his hair being tugged at helped him stay a bit concentrated. “My hair… hurts,” he mumbled against the rough fabric, forcing the words out almost painfully. If he were to misbehave just a little more, would Serim give up on waiting to go home to do something, anything ? Minhee wanted his dick. Needed it.

“With how you behaved today, I'd say you asked for it,” the older chuckled a little, “Now, up.”

Minhee didn't move. “Please,” he said instead, a small tear rolling from his eyes directly to Serim’s jeans. His mind was so hazy, clouded by the smell of arousal — his own bulge hurt, constricted by the pants he was put in earlier in the day, and he knew that if Serim had the same nose as him, he’d mock him for stinking up the room with his horniness. At least, that’s what Seongmin would do. 

Serim chuckled again as Minhee shamelessly continued to rub his face against his zipper, his fist getting a bit tighter around the black strands of hair he had yet to let go of. “Didn't I ask you for words already ? I can't guess what you want if you don't tell me, puppy. I’m not a mind reader.”

How could a human be so full of love and affection yet so mean ? Minhee whined, frustrated; didn't his boyfriend already know he wasn't a big talker ? “Please,” he pleaded again, the sound ripping from his throat. “I want— I want mommy’s dick, please.” This time, he moved to look at Serim through his wet eyelashes, hoping that his sheer despair would melt him enough to fold like it often did. 

“Let me think about it.” For a second, Minhee had hope. In the midnight sky of his owner’s eyes, he could see doubt; like the aurora borealis in Antarctica, something lit up in Serim’s eyes. Love, maybe — an attack of affection, a sudden surge of fondness for the mess of a puppy begging between his legs. If he was horny just enough, Minhee could end up with his mouth stuffed in less than a minute, and then— “No.” 

World stop. Serim’s eyes tingled with mischief. The puppy couldn't believe his ears, the two white appendages flattening against his throbbing skull. “What ? But— mommy’s hard !” He cried. 

“Disbelief looks so good on your pretty face, babe. We’ll have to take your makeup off, I don't see enough of your pretty pink, nor do I see your freckles. It’s such a pity.” 

“Please !” Another boiling tear escaped his eye, this time rolling all the way down his cheek as Serim didn't let him go back to nuzzling against his jeans, his grip too tight, too firm. The pain as he still tried with all his might only added to it.

“I said no, pup. See, I happily would've let you if you asked an hour ago, but nooo, puppy decided he made the rules and acted like a brat.” 

The barely hidden, hopefully fake patronising tone tore a whimper out of Minhee’s trembling lungs. “I’ll be good !” He almost screamed, “I'll be so good, I'm sorry. Mommy, please ?” 

Serim shook his head, avoiding Minhee's gaze for a second. “Too late, puppy. I know you’re sorry, but you can't cry yourself out of every punishment, you know ? There are rules. We set them together, and we both know you deserve whatever I'm going to think about on the ride home.” Minhee’s scalp felt a bit weird for a second as his owner slowly released his grip — for a minute, he almost missed the tug. 

Though he stayed silent, a bit upset, a bit too moved to think properly. He was the one to avoid Serim’s eyes as his owner patted him on the head without a word as silent apology before he spoke again, both for the principle of putting on a show and to regain some of his senses. “If you truly are sorry, listen to me from now on, okay ? Can you do that for mommy ?” At least the rejection was sweet. 

Minhee kept his pout nonetheless. “Can I have it later, at least ?” 

“We'll ask your other mommy. Now, up, and I'm serious about it. We’ve got to beat the evening traffic or else we won’t be home for a long time and Seongminie’s gonna get fussy, especially if I have to tell him we’re late because his sweet Mimi threw a tantrum. We wouldn't want that, right ?” 

An upset Seongmin was a scary creature — demon from hell kind of scary, especially when it was because Minhee played the bad dog, turning into a torture machine for hours on end to show his disapproval. Immediately, Minhee pushed himself back on his legs, only to end up stumbling, his knees still asleep from spending so much time sitting on them. He had to use Serim’s shoulders to stay upright, the man gently holding him by the waist with an amused look, his thumbs rubbing small, tender circles where they reached. 

“Good boy, Mini. See how easy it is to obey ?” Traitor. He knew Minhee would obviously beam after being called good again. “Aw, your dimples are so cute. My pup’s at his prettiest when he smiles.” 

“I hate you.” 

“I know.” Chuckling, Serim gave him a last pat on the hip before letting go to get up himself and turn off his computer, leaving Minhee pouting yet again as he missed the warmth of his lover’s hands around him. “Put your jacket and shoes on, babe. I'll take the leash back once you’re done. And no funny business, mister, I'll leave you there until morning if you run off.” 

Being a brat was fun, but only for a small amount of time. Minhee had had enough of it; he liked Serim’s joking tone better than when his owner would order him around and call him a bad puppy right to his face. So he listened well, even going as far as handing Serim his coat and then the handle of his leash once the human was ready to go, making him laugh a little. The smile on Serim’s face was worth much more than the rush of adrenaline that came with disobeying (even if his sharp eyes and locked jaw were terribly hot). “That’s my polite puppy. Remember what I said about the corridors ?” 

“I’ll stay super close. So close you’ll wish I was farther away, actually.” 

“I’d have you under my skin and it still wouldn't be close enough, so I really doubt you could achieve that, pup. Ready to go ?” 

Minhee stayed true to his words, staying barely half a step behind his boyfriend, draping himself over him like a shadow, yet it wasn't enough to ease his mind, for the knot in his stomach to disappear; he almost stopped breathing each time they passed someone in the tight corridors, fearing they might notice the chain coming from his neck going all the way to Serim’s wrist. What could he even say if they got caught ? Would Serim lose his job over it ? He loved working there so much, Minhee couldn't let this happen. He got a bit closer, just in case. 

Only once they were in the car could he fully relax, Serim letting him free just enough time to get strapped in comfortably, taking the handle back as soon as both clicks were heard. Even though he let it dangle around his forearm to drive properly, its weight was still there, not quite right as it wasn't a good collar, but just enough to keep Minhee on edge. 

“Hyungie ?”

Serim didn't answer his call, not even when he repeated himself, fearing the engine drowned his voice out. Confused, Minhee was about to call again even louder, when his eyes met his boyfriend’s through the rearview mirror. Serim’s raised eyebrow reminded him that even if things cleared out a little, they were still in the middle of a scene. 

Minhee saw his own ears turn crimson red in the matter of seconds. “Mommy ?” He squeaked out, warm embarrassment hitting him like a tidal wave. Calling out this nickname when his mind was clear enough to feel shame always made him shy, so embarrassed about the way such a name was what his boyfriends decided to use. (Though, maybe the squirmy feeling in his lower belly wasn't shame. He had been the first to call out ‘mommy’, the one to bring it up, and it felt like the only word he never forgot, even when too far in his hazy mind to remember his own name.)

A wolfish grin painted the human’s face as he hummed. “Yes, puppy ?” 

“Can you… Can I have your hand ?” Then, after a second, he added, “Please.” 

“Only if it doesn't go anywhere near your mouth. I know you like to bite, but you really hurt me earlier. You're lucky I could get you off before you tore any skin.” 

With a pout, Minhee nodded to agree to the condition. Luckily, his human could see him in his peripheral vision and gave him what he asked for. As delicately as he could, Minhee intertwined their fingers loosely so Serim could take his hand back were he to need it. 

Minhee firstly paid attention to the handle of his leash, the leather running down Serim’s arm to rest on his hand; it made his heart swell, pumping warm blood through his veins. He truly was Serim’s, this was a proof of it. Minhee could still remember begging his boyfriends for a collar, a few months after they started dating; they were a bit weirded out at first, wondering why a hybrid already oppressed in society would want to be collared until Minhee explained that he just wanted to belong. His first ever collar (now resting in a pretty box at home, retired from its function after a particularly long night) had been ordered about three hours later. The leash came later; Seongmin stopped in front of it in an actual pet store in the middle of shopping after they agreed to dog-sit for their friends. He was most likely joking when he talked about getting it, but something in Minhee's face must have given away his desire for it as the cat kept it in his hand for the rest of the trip and even paid for it himself. 

Weirdly enough, Minhee missed this one. Even if he loved his current one, so nice and cute, custom ordered to match his new set of collars, the weight wasn't the same. Maybe he'd need to start bratting around Serim’s studio more often.

Finally, he truly looked at Serim's hand. It wasn't as long as his, but so much wider, the human’s tanned skin almost completely engulfing Minhee’s pale fingers. This detail always had him feeling cuckoo in the head. And then, catching his eyes even though he tried so hard to act like it wasn't there, Serim’s fingers — more precisely, the angry red bite mark. Rubbing it carefully, Minhee wished he could make it disappear, regret twisting in his gut uncomfortably. He couldn't believe he bit so hard over something as stupid as a video he could ask to watch whenever he felt like it. Hell, he could ask both his mommies if he could download it on his own phone and they’d probably agree just to tease him about it. “I’m sorry, mommy. I shouldn't have done that,” he apologised, voice low and shaky. Guilt tasted like a sour candy without the sweet feeling that came with it; it hurt and made his stomach upset.

Again, Serim hummed. “It was mean, wasn't it ? You’ve got a strong jaw and terribly sharp teeth.”

It made the puppy feel even more terrible, eyes clouding again.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice fighting to come out around the right knot of his throat. Beside him, he knew his boyfriend was fighting an internal battle, debating whether his excuses were enough to let him off the hook completely. It wasn't exactly what Minhee intended; he really felt apologetic about his earlier behaviour, but he wasn't completely against escaping his punishment. 

In the end, Serim’s love for the rules won. Or maybe it was the knowledge that Seongmin would learn about it one way or another, and the cat wouldn't hesitate to make them both suffer about it if they tried to hide it from him. “Then you have to remember not to do it again. I know you really feel bad about it, pup, but it wasn't just the bite. You disobeyed me multiple times today, so you’re getting punished.”

“But not too badly ?” If Minhee's line of work taught him one thing, it’s that you miss all the shots you don't take. A toothy smile and a slightly dumb look could help you reach about anywhere. 

Serim snorted, his eyes going off the road just long enough to have their eyes meet. “Opportunistic puppy. You’re lucky you’re cute. We’ll see how forgiving I feel, yeah ?”

“You said you’d think about it in the car, we’re in the car, I might as well try,” Minhee shrugged, the pout finding a way on his face making him look somewhat bashful. “Have you thought about it already ?” 

“Kind of. But I'm going to drive some more without you and your pretty face clouding my judgement. I'll park in front of the lobby, just head in, I'll take care of your bag later.”

As if the human’s words took down a dam, Minhee's stomach flooded with utter dread. “You’re not coming home with me ?” He asked, suddenly squeezing the hand in his much harder in case it disappeared. Serim wouldn't leave in the middle of a scene, would he ? Or did Minhee mess up that badly ? He thought saying sorry had made things better, at least a little. Was it not eno—

“Puppy, I'm not leaving you, you don't have to look so panicked. I would never leave you like that, you know that.” 

“But you just said you’re not going to the apartment with me ?” 

“Don't you remember ? The baby’s making our poor kitty go crazy. I’m going to bug the lady at the hotpot place to let me take a bit of everything home so he can eat whatever he craves and go to bed without being bothered by it. I’ve read somewhere that pregnancy cravings are really hard to ignore, and frustrating to the point of madness when they simply can't have it. I’ll die before I see Seongmin cry because I can't provide him what he wants.” 

“Oh.” Oh. It made absolute sense — Serim was perfect like this. Devoted, ready to fold himself in half and burn the clothes off his back if one of them ever did as much as shiver. So full of love they couldn't really keep their relationship private, his eyes talking for him each time he accompanied Minhee somewhere. So many times did pictures drop, making Minhee's name trend on various platforms; his boyfriend holding him by the waist on a red carpet, Serim’s eyes dripping with what he wouldn't say to the world but that everyone understood anyways. Love, pride, straight adoration — Serim was a creature who worked on worship, putting his loved ones on pedestal, making sure he would be the one serving as a stool to get them on and off of it.

Minhee wanted to provide for his mommy too. Furrowing his eyebrows, he wriggled until he could fish his wallet off his stupid pants’ pocket, leaving his card on the center console in a move he hoped looked smooth. “Use this one, I just  got paid for last week’s shoot. The swimwear brand, you know ? I can't wait to see you go crazy about seeing me half naked on a billboard.” 

“You little tease. I still can't believe you haven't shown us any previews, especially after having us be careful about leaving marks for two whole weeks,” Serim shook his head in disbelief. “But no, take that back, it’s my treat. You may make more than me, but I'm still the hyung, it’s my role to take care of you both. Plus, cute puppies shouldn't be bothered about paying for their mommies anyways.” 

“Do fifty-fifty then,” Minhee shrugged again, this time way less pitifully. He needed to be cool to be taken seriously. “I'm a rich puppy, might as well treat my mommies. Get a lot of meat. I'm hungry and don't have to worry about what my belly looks like anymore. No more abs until a contract absolutely requires me to watch what I eat.”

“We’ll see.” 

Just as he said, the human parked the car right in front of the lobby entrance. Was it even legal ? Probably not, but nobody would care at this hour. Hopefully. But even then, a fee wouldn't dent any of their bank accounts; the only thing that would truly be annoying was if a neighbour complained to the building council. Minhee would hate having to bribe someone to let it go. “Pup, one last thing,” Serim called after Minhee unbuckled his belt, slipping the leash handle off. 

“Yes ?”

“The leash and collar stay on until Seongmin changes you into the right ones, and I trust you to explain why they were there in the first place, him ? Since you want to be independent so badly, you can confess your bad behaviour to him yourself.” 

Minhee rolled his eyes as he opened the door. “You're so obnoxious. I would never lie my way out of situations.” To Serim’s raised eyebrow, he childishly blew a raspberry. “See you later. And I'm serious, buy all the meat you can or else I'm telling him you’re abandoning us for your mistress.”

“And who would be my mistress ?” The other asked with an amused grin.

“Uh… Allen Hyung.”

Serim snorted. “He’s married to Jungmo, though ? You literally were Jungmo’s best man. We dog-sat while they were on their honeymoon.”

“You’re also his mistress. Double life situation, you know ?” Shaking his head as if it was supposed to be public knowledge and his boyfriend was simply behind a current trend, Minhee finally got out of the car. He grimaced at the cold temperature hitting him like a truck, making his nose ache as he hid the dangling chain in his jacket. “You better get back soon,” he half heartedly threatened, his signature pointer finger in Serim’s direction. 

“Love you, baby, get inside before you get cold. And wash off your makeup before I get back !”

Walking with a leash and nobody to hold it felt wrong in a way that made Minhee’s skin itch. His hurried steps echoed in the empty staircase as he felt too anxious about coming across a neighbour to take the elevator— in such a fancy building (the kind where they all actually owned each apartment, without a renter in sight) it would be actual social suicide for anyone to notice his state. It was quite the workout, as they lived on the thirteenth floor, but it at least helped him think about how he could explain himself to Seongmin. 

Sadly enough, his mind was still empty of anything that could help his case as he typed in the passcode to the door. He’d just have to wing it and hope for the best, though it became the least of his worries as he breathed in the smell of home. Taking off his shoes, he let himself get engulfed in the familiarity of everyday life; here, it was warm with the thermostat turned up for Seongmin to be comfortable in as little clothes as he liked. It smelled so good, too, scents mixing together in the greatest perfume: Serim’s distinct human smell, Minhee’s own that he could barely make out, Seongmin's dominating both as he spent the most time here. 

“Why am I only hearing one pair of feet ?” Mommy’s voice ! It only took an instant for Minhee’s mind to cloud up again, ears pointing at the top of his head, his tail swinging so fast it hit the corner he rounded, almost running to the living room where he knew he would find his pretty cat. 

And there he was, in all his glory. Seongmin was a view. So beautiful, just like a doll; mismatched fluffy ears in airplane mode, both white with cute pink in the inside, one with orange dots and the other with a black tip. This cat was the most beautiful of calicos. Seongmin looked so… skrunkly, so obviously just waking up from a nap, still laying down on the couch. With the state of his hair —everywere and not as straight as usual— and the pair of beige pajamas he was sporting while Minhee was sure he was wearing a grey pair to sleep last night, Minhee guessed Seongmin had taken a shower recently. Maybe a bath. 

The cat’s frown melted as he took in Minhee’s own state, ears straightening up, a smile taking over his lips even as he fought it, reaching his sweet eyes in just a second. Under the lamp’s light, one they bought only because Serim talked about it more than once, saying it could be nice for their living room when they just bought the place, Seongmin’s freckles seemed like stars. Maybe that's why Serim’s midnight sky eyes fell upon them so often. 

“I demand an explanation for why our stupid boyfriend isn't with you.” Even such cruel words echoed like a melody; maybe because Seongmin’s voice was naturally high pitched, maybe because Minhee simply loved it so much he’d became used to hearing “stupid” and understanding “loving”. He was quite biased, and it wasn't something he’d ever want to change.

Without a thought behind his eyes, Minhee jumped to join his favourite cat, barely remembering to avoid crushing his belly and the small wonder it bore. “Mommy, missed you,” he said in a whisper, immediately nuzzling against Seongmin’s skin. His cheek, his jaw, his throat; Seongmin smelled like shampoo and soap and sleep and love and God did Minhee miss it, having been away from home since the break of dawn. He didn't even get a good morning kiss, both of his boyfriends still sleeping when Woobin texted him saying he was waiting in the parking lot. Hell, he missed it every minute he wasn't nestled right where he belonged, even when his Mommy was simply a room away. 

Seongmin giggled, Minhee’s round nose tickling him at the right places. “Hi Mimi,” he greeted, fighting to get his arm back from where it was crushed under Minhee’s long body, “Missed you too.” Such simple words filled Minhee’s heart to the brim. Even so close already, he ached for his skin to melt into Seongmin, for their blood to mix until his love reached his boyfriend all the way to his bloodstream. 

It took a bit of maneuvering and a lot of wriggling for them to achieve the best cuddle position they could without separating. Minhee on his side against the back of the couch, using Seongmin’s (small) bicep as a neck pillow, and their legs intertwined to fit. Like that, his crotch was aligned perfectly with the high part of the cat's thigh, and it felt about as perfect as one could achieve without their atoms mixing and risking to form a black hole. Every sweet movement against his dick made him wonder if a black hole could feel pleasure: he wasn't quite ready to trade that, not even if it meant for him and the cat he adored to be one and the same. Minhee liked feeling so good.

“So, pretty puppy, why are you alone ?” Seongmin asked again, sharp claws scratching lightly at Minhee’s nape, where he knew it wouldn't tug at the puppy’s scalp even with all the products in his hair. 

Minhee kept his eyes closed, still busy taking in the scent that made his lungs vibrate. Oh, how he wished he could purr, show how comfortable and happy to be here he felt without having to upright say it. “Went hunting,” he replied without a second thought. His pillow shook, Seongmin laughing at his reply. Minhee had trouble not whimpering at the feeling against his still aching cock — he’d almost forgotten about it, but even a calm ride home hadn't worked to make it deflate completely, and now in this position, it made itself known again. More than a simply good feeling, pleasure spiked, reviving the immortal candle hiding in him.

“Did he ? I’ve never seen anyone go hunting in a Mercedes.” 

“Mh,” Minhee hummed, “Just for you and the baby.” Baby. Suddenly opening his eyes, Minhee only now remembered why he had to be careful about his boyfriend’s belly. “The baby! How is it ? You weren't sick today, right ? Just the cravings ? Did it make your stomach angry again ?” 

“Aww, my Mimi, so thoughtful.” Sometimes, Seongmin scratched really hard, as if he wanted to hurt Minhee. He explained it was just like when Minhee felt like biting whenever he felt strongly about something, a cuteness aggression he could barely contain, even less now that he was pregnant and his hormones were flaring up. Apparently, they were lucky he didn't cry more about cute stuff. The angry red scratches both Minhee and Serim sported on their backs, shoulders —and about everywhere else— told another story, but in the end, Minhee liked a bit of pain. “I’m feeling good, don't worry. Just really bothered about the hotpot.” 

Minhee couldn't contain himself: his hand went from Seongmin’s middle to under his shirt rather quickly. Feeling the small bump on the cat’s usually flat tummy made him lose even more of his cognitive abilities, his insides going all mushy about it. It was still small, but it was growing day by day; the baby inside and all the food the cat was eating made him so beautifully plump. With his blood boiling, his heart pounding and his instincts screaming at him to protect but also to breed because in the end, it all meant Seongmin was fertile, Minhee felt insane. Insane in the way he could barely think, barely breathe, barely exist, his dog side taking over his supposedly developed human brain. “No more morning sickness ?” He forced out, not wanting to sound so out of it already. 

“I’ve officially passed the sixteenth week. Second trimester means that throwing up half of what I eat is behind me, hopefully forever. I’m honestly feeling good, just a bit sore in the breast. But,” Seongmin stopped Minhee’s hand from moving up to said breast, grabbing his wrist from above his shirt with his free hand, “No touching there until you've cleaned up. I don't know where your hands have been and I do not want germs on my tits, thank you very much. I’m barely out of the shower. You’re lucky I let you cuddle me while you haven't even taken off your jacket.” 

A whine tore from Minhee's throat, coming directly from his chest. He wanted to touch ! Seongmin’s skin was so soft, and warm, and tender, and inviting, and kissable, and— 

“Nuh-huh,” Seongmin’s grip tightened, his knuckles turning red and white in a way that hurt, “I don't want any of that. You clean yourself up a little or else you won't get to touch anything at all.” The thing about Seongmin was that he meant each and every of his threats. It wasn't like Serim, who folded like an origami 90% of the time; the cat would act on his threat and keep Minhee’s hands off him if he felt like it. There were handcuffs in the special box, as well as a thousand different restraints, and Seongmin knew how to tie, fasten or close each of them with his eyes closed.

“But it’s so much work ! What if I just wash my hands ?” 

Pitiful eyebrows, wobbly lips, open eyes; Minhee tried his best at puppy eyes, something he’d mastered over the time. It came with being a puppy first, and having Hyeongjun as a best friend second; it also helped that he was an actor on top of being a model. He was good at this, and he knew it.

It only ever half-worked on someone so used to it. “You can skip the full shower for now, but at least change out of your yucky shoot clothes and brush your hair out of the hairspray. And wash your face too, I'm not seeing your freckles and it annoys me to no end.” 

“You two and my freckles,” Minhee straightened up with a pout, “Even Hyungie wants me to take the makeup off.”

“Did he ask you to or was it an order ?” 

Shit. Obviously, Seongmin would catch on that easily. “Come to the bathroom with me ?” 

“You’re lucky I missed you,” the cat rolled his eyes. “Let’s go now before you fuse with the couch, I'm not strong enough to manhandle you like your other mommy. Even less now that he’s knocked me up like I'm some sort of alley cat.” Nearly choking, Minhee’s hip bumped against Seongmin’s before he could think about it, suddenly remembering the whole scene he made earlier because of the video. Right. Serim put the baby in there by stuffing Seongmin full of cum, right in front of his eyes. “So it wasn't a trick of my nose, you do smell horny. Cute. I knew you wouldn't go all mommy mode out of nowhere.” 

“Stop teasing me, obviously I'll get horny when I remember how you made the baby !” It was a weak defence, but it was better than nothing, wasn't it ? 

“World’s horniest pup !” Seongmin laughed, poking at Minhee’s ribs until he was nothing but a mess of a puppy, giggling so hard his only escape was to get up and start getting unready.

By the time Seongmin joined him in the bathroom, he had already abandoned his coat at the entrance and was working —fighting with a cotton pad— on taking his makeup off. The cat’s tail swished stylishly behind him as he went to rest his hip against the counter, his phone in one hand and a collar in the other. Swish, swish, swish, it was hypnotising, like a skillful, practiced dance that Monhee could watch for hours were his eyes not drawn to what his boyfriend held. His Baby blue collar. The one with the pretty, heart shaped tag, and ‘world’s horniest pup’ actually engraved on one side of it, the other side bearing both Seongmin and Serim’s name. They almost added their phone number the day they ordered it; Minhee had to remind them it could be dangerous. Somehow, Serim was the most disappointed over it.

Minhee had a whole set of those collars. The blue one, a pale yellow one with a star shaped tag engraved with ‘Sweet puppy’ that he liked almost as much, and the two bad ones he feared. A white one with a bone shaped tag and no bell, simply engraved with ‘bad dog’, and his worst enemy: the black one. A simple, round tag, and the M-word on it. Mutt. God did Minhee hate being called a mutt. Such a dirty word — he was a clean, luxury dog. Not a tramp. 

“Say, Mimi. Do you happen to know why you’re wearing your outside collar and the leash I know for a fact Serimie keeps in his studio in case of emergencies ?” 

“So you knew where it went ? You said you didn't when I asked about it. I was very sad about it, you know ?”

“I wanted your pretty mommy to get to see your surprised face when he'd get to take it out as needed. Now, answer my question. And don't be so harsh on your face, geez, it’s literally your selling point. You're rubbing your skin off.” 

“Do it for me ?” Handing the cotton pad to Seongmin, Minhee did his best to make a smile that said ‘I’m too dumb to do it myself’. Luckily for him, all of his smiles said that. He did have a pretty smooth brain. Seongmin rolled his eyes (his signature move) but took it, gesturing for him to sit down on the closed toilet seat to have easier access to his face. 

It was so tender. His Mommy's hands were like magic, taking care of him quick enough for his liking without ever being brutal enough to make his skin red like every time Minhee did it by himself. Seongmin was truly a wonder, such a caring boy under his harsh, anti-social persona. “Dumb puppy. Need everything done for him… What would you do without us ?” 

“I’d die.” 

“Dramatic. So, Mimi, why the leash ? Were you being bad today ?” 

Minhee knew that he should answer truthfully; come clean and accept whatever consequences his actions would bring. Seongmin would know, one way or another, and Serim trusted him to tell him himself, gave him the choice to defend his actions in front of their kitty cat, but he knew Seongmin’s tender care would be cut short if he were to do so— always sticking to the rules they set as if they were part of the Bible, a maybe a Holy book in themselves. Minhee wanted just a bit more love before his punishment, and Serim would only be home in half an hour if he rushed, forty minutes if the traffic picked up. The dog could buy himself some time; he mentally promised he'd come clean soon.

“Just, y’know. Got a little bit carried away with my teeth before we got ready to go home. But it’s because Mommy promised me he’d take a break but he didn't and you know how antsy I get when I'm bored,” he explained, sticking his bottom lip out to soften the blow even more.

Acting classes really did wonders when he had the perfect face for a second lead, the golden retriever (not his breed but definitely his personality) best friend who’s cute and loyal and cute again.

“Did he ? That's not very nice of him if you’re telling me the truth.” Something driped out of Seongmin’s voice. Something else than its usual cheerful tone whenever Minhee was in dumb-puppy mode, sticky and syrupy, but Minhee couldn't decipher it. Seongmin couldn't know he was lying, right ? Not yet, it couldn't be possible. He had his means, but it was too soon. Plus he wasn't even truly lying, was he ? It was more like simply omitting some parts of the story. Maybe downplaying it a little, but not that much. “But my Mimi wouldn't lie to his Mommy, right ? Lying is for bad pups.” 

“Uh-huh. He really didn't take any break. At all.” 

Once he felt Seongmin’s sweet lips against his cheek, Minhee knew he could open his eyes, knew he was in the clear (for now). Seeing his Mommy's face so close to his made him a bit loopy, heart thumping in his chest as if it was trying to get above his skin to touch Seongmin directly. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. Could Seongmin hear it ? Could he smell it ? Feel his blood rush, read his eyes ? Each of his pores screamed his love, his affection, his loyalty. Love you, mommy. Adore you. Please look at me until the end of times, and even a bit more. “So I can get you in your pretty blue collar, right ? You’re just horny. Horny Mimi.” 

“Please. I don't like this one, it doesn't feel right...” 

“Black really doesn't suit your pretty skin, you’re right.” Why did it feel like Seongmin knew ? Minhee couldn't shake off the feeling. It was driving him up the walls. The way he talked was almost like he was giving him chances to come clean — did Serim text him already ? But he was supposed to be driving, or busy talking to the hotpot lady. “Here, don't move while I change your collar, ‘kay ? I don't have my glasses on so you need to be extra still.”

“I won't move at all. Like a statue.” 

“That’s the spirit.” Seongmin booped him on the nose before he moved to undo his collar, leaving him uncomfortably free just long enough for him to consider actually spitting out the truth. But the blue strap closed against his neck before he could, and he wasn't ready for another change just yet, so he sat in silence as Seongmin passed it in the star shaped loop, making sure he only had enough room to breathe and nothing more before closing it for real. This weight that was usually perfect suddenly felt much too heavy — like he didn't truly deserve it. Even the little jingle of the bell right next to the tag didn't make his tail wag as it usually did, instead making his ear flatten a little. For a second , he imagined himself wearing his black collar, the one he knew was what he deserved for his stupid behaviour; he the idea almost tore him apart. His saliva had an aftertasted of shame as he swallowed it painfully, accompanied by the iron of the lip he accidentally bit too hard. “Hey, Mimi, what's with the long face ? I thought you wanted this one. Do you not want to play anymore ? Just a word and I'll take it off, you know that.” 

Taking it off would be worse than wearing one he didn't deserve. Instinctively, Minhee gripped at his Seongmin’s shirt, hiding his face in the fabric. Here, he could feel his Mommy's growing tits and hear his heart perfectly. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. Did it beat for him too ? Did Seongmin look at the boy against his skin and think, I’d do anything for him ? Did he feel Minhee’s warmth and swear to burn the world to keep him comfortable ? “Don't take it off,” he almost growled, before remembering good pups didn't growl at their owner. He shook his head, rubbing his face against the shirt to leave some of his own smell there. “I’m just… tired. Want to cuddle. And touch you.” 

“Let’s continue getting you ready for that, then,” Minhee relished in the way Seongmin brought his nails back to his neck. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Love it. Feels good, mommy. “One thing done. Now, hair, hands, clothes, and we’ll be good to do whatever on the couch. That sounds good, right ? I’ll even let you hump me a little if your little cock is still bothering you.” It did sound extremely good. Minhee closed his eyes. 

He didn't quite feel like doing any of those things. He really was tired, going back and forth from clear minded to all lost in his headspace made him feel even dumber than the usual. “I don't know,” he whined, face so glued to his mommy’s top he could taste the fabric on his tongue after he spoke. 

“You don't know if it’ll be good ?” 

“Noooo,” he whined again, this time louder, straight from the chest. It sounded good ! He wanted it ! “Don't know how. Do it for me.” 

“Aw, baby… Are you asking me to take care of you ? Want Mommy to dress you up and do your hair for you ?” Bingo. Mommy always understood him through half spoken words and never quite asked him to speak in full sentences; he and Serim were truly two faces of the same coin. Minhee loved them both so much, more than he’d ever loved anything in this universe. It was a bit scary, sometimes, but when his brain turned off, he clung to this feeling like a lifeline. They would take care of him. He didn't need to be smart, or to know stuff, or to do anything ; they’d do it for him. Mommies were in charge, Minhee simply needed to obey the orders and do cute tricks to get treats and pets and kisses. He’d even get fucked if he was pretty enough (if asked, both his boyfriends would say he was always pretty enough to be ruined in bed.).“Okay, okay. I can do that, but you'll have to be very cooperative, Mimi. Like, really, because you’re a tall puppy and if you fall, I fall with you. Or we can wait for your other mommy to come home and use his sexy strong arms to carry you while I watch and think about all the ways he could use this strength.” 

Serim would probably make him do everything by himself as a part of his punishment. Minhee immediately shook his head. 

“No ? Wanna do it by ourselves to prove we hybrids don't need no stupid humans to take care of us ?” The smug tone made Minhee have to back out a little bit to laugh, amused to no end by the idea of Serim coming home and Seongmin flaunting that they're only keeping him as an eye candy. “There's my Mimi, I thought I lost you in my boobs forever.” 

“Could I ?” If passed through a horny and tired Minhee translator, the full sentence would've been something like ‘could I really stay in your boobs until the end of time, it’s really comfy in there’. 

“Not sitting on the toilet, no. But we’ll see once we’re comfy. Let’s wash your hands so you can touch me, how’s that ? I know you’re dying to get your paws inside my shirt.” 

“And pants.”

Seongmin snorted. “Obviously, you want them there too. You’re not the world’s horniest pup for nothing. Up, up, up, mister, if you’re quick enough I'll put on a little show for you.” 

The promise of a show made Minhee feel like a new pup, getting on his feet in record time. He stayed pliant as his mommy put his hands in the sink alongside his own to help him get the soap everywhere and then got a fluffy towel to dry them off. Though he stopped as they were leaving the bathroom, eyes glued to the leash forgotten on the counter. It felt a bit wrong to leave it there. “Mommy ?” 

“Hm ? Need something else on there ? I thought you wanted to get comfy quickly.” Using his chin, Minhee gestured towards the fruit of his thoughts. “That ? We can put it away later, don't worry.” 

“No, not that... I want it.” 

Seongmin blinked, probably trying to understand whatever he wanted. “You want… it ? Oh, you want the leash back ?” Minhee nodded furiously, almost making himself dizzy in the process. “Okay. Cute. This one or— okay, dumb question. This one it is.” 

As the click echoed in the apartment, Minhee knew he was done for the day. No more thinking by himself, no more trying to act like he was more than a dog — it wouldn't mean anything anymore. He was nothing more than his mommy’s puppy, and God was he proud of it. If he could, if only Seongmin wasn't so small and cute and pregnant, he’d let himself fall completely against his mommy, like a ragdoll, but he couldn't. Instead he wrapped him in his so-long arms, nuzzling against his boyfriend’s neck and throat to take in his scent, ignoring the following giggles. Like this, his crotch could rub against Seongmin’s smaller body again, and he truly didn't need anything more. Men, dogs, they had this in common; they were very simple creatures. He wasn't ashamed of it, not in the slightest, not when his mommy let him hump without telling him off just yet.

“Oh, you’re such a baby. Just a tiny puppy, aren't you ?” Seongmin teased, his hands finding Minhee’s sides to rub them, earning small yips from the overgrown puppy, so happy to be pet, so happy to feel good. “Come on, Mimi, you need to get changed. We can't stay in the corridor for eternity.” 

We could, Minhee wanted to reply. Instead, he whined something unintelligible, making Seongmin laugh even more, his smile making his eyes look like Moon crescents (that if, if the moon orbited in another angle, which would be catastrophic but also kind of cool.).

“I know, I know. But you'd be even comfier in a bed. Didn't you want your show ? I can't give it to you if you don't want to move. Let’s go, Mimi.” With just a tug on the leash, Seongmin got Minhee to move. The need to be good and to obey clouded his mind like it never had, maybe a way to earn the right to wear this collar and not the other one — maybe if Minhee was on his best behaviour, Serim would forgive him completely. He would do everything Seongmin asked from him, pleasing the one they all knew made the rules, and Serim could see how much he yearned for redemption. 

So he followed Seongmin without a fight, even as the warmth of direct touches disappeared and left him feeling colder than winter. It was only for a bit, he tried to convince himself as the missing feeling made his stomach churn and turn, just to reach the bedroom. 

“Mimi, sit.” His mommy instructed as they got to the bed, gesturing to it with his hand like he’d do to a real dog. “I’ll put the leash down, but you've got to stay still while I find you something to change into. You know how to, right ? Still.” Once again, Minhee obeyed. It meant fighting against himself for so long, ignoring the way his body just wanted to jump and scramble for Seongmin when the cat walked the three steps towards the dresser and bent down to look into it, his ass right in front of the puppy. He wanted to touch so bad, hump against it until his cock finally stopped aching, imagined the feeling of their clothes somehow getting out of the way enough for him to properly mount Seongmin and add a kitten-puppy to the litter— but he couldn't and it tore him apart in a million pieces. “You’re basking the room in your scent, Mimi, it’s so fucking cute. Makes me want to keep you naked instead.” Though most likely just a throwaway thought from Seongmin, Minhee couldn't help but bark at the idea. He wasn't really a exhibitionist, not like one of their friends, but being naked meant more skin on skin. More occasions to be touched. Easier access, were anything more than humping to happen. It would, obviously it would. 

Seongmin giggled, again. Minhee would never get tired of this sound, not when it echoed like the bells of paradise. It brought all his pieces back together to form a whole him; he needed to be complete to truly appreciate his mommy’s laugh. He was the source of that laugh, and Seongmin was the source of his entire existence. “Okay, you know what, great idea. I can't find the shirt I wanted you in anyways, so let’s just have you out so you can be my eye candy,” he said as he came back close enough for Minhee to breathe in him. Minhee’s tail wagged the hardest it had today as his pretty kitty didn't waste a second to start unbuttoning his stuffy shirt. Stupid designer shirt, if you asked him; Minhee wasn't keen on the clothes he ended up in after each shoot. Woobin often asked him why he became a model if his favorite way to dress was T-shirts from the dollar store or directly stolen from Serim’s side of the closet and the same pair of jeans he'd worn through high school. Minhee himself didn't know how it happened, but he did appreciate the pay. “Do you have to give these clothes back or were they given to you ?”

Not in a mood for answering questions, the words flew right above Minhee’s head as if caught in bubbles blown away by the wind. Instead, he tried to move his hands slowly enough to put them on the cat’s waist without instantly getting noticed — he understood how miserably he failed his mission when his mommy's brown eyes went cold, stopping in his task to tug at the leash directly from the chain part, his beautiful, bony hand right by the ring of his collar to lock their eyes together. “Pup. Mommy asked you something. Answer.” 

It was always jarring, how Seongmin never lost himself in his pampering. He wasn't like Serim who'd let so much pass; Seongmin expected each of his words to be listened to, each of his orders to be obeyed. His cold voice Minhee’s bones, using his ribcage as an echo chamber, marking his lungs and heart and trachea with his name in a freezing burn. “I’m— Yes. Can keep it.” His words were tight, choked in his throat even though his airways were in no way impacted. It was simply the Seongmin effect. Minhee was sure he’d be mocked once the cat took notice of the state of his boxers, his dick leaking like a faucet in its fabric prison. 

The cat’s smile got back on his face in a blink, chocolate eyes softening in a way only Monhee could notice it. It was barely noticeable, just a twitch, his feline pupils barely rounding at all, but it was there and the room’s air shifted back to a comfortable atmosphere. though he didn't let his grip loosen yet. “That’s nice. I’ll have you posing for me in it someday,” he said with a nod for himself, before bending down to put his pink plump lips against Minhee’s.

Minhee had almost forgotten what it felt like to be kissed there. Not that he lacked kisses, in no way would that ever happen, his mommies were too good to forget such a vital need— he simply had gotten so lost in himself, he’d forgotten it was even an option. 

Seongmin didn't stay there long, just enough for it to be considered a peck. Minhee wanted more. “Again,” he pleaded as his mommy went back to the buttons of his silk shirt, avoiding his skin just to tease him. 

“No, Mimi. Later, if you deserve it.” Torture. Absolute torture. Why was the world so intent on making him wait ? Minhee didn't wait: he cried and pleaded until he got what he wanted. Or until he got destroyed enough he’d forgotten what he was asking for in the first place.

“I do ! Mommy, please, kiss !” He whined. Begged. 

“Do you really, though ?” The collar against his neck suddenly regained its heavy, seething hot sensation as Seongmin’s voice once again went to this tone of knowing. 

Torn in his inner turmoil, it seemed as Minhee barely blinked before his shirt was thrown towards the cloth hamper’s general direction, Seongmin urging him to move his hips to finally free him from his pants. The puppy yelped as both his pants and boxers were yanked off his body at once, his kitty boyfriend apparently not in a mood to tease — at least until his pretty eyes fell on Minhee's cock. Rock hard against his lower belly (his abs had already disappeared, he’d drank a litre of soda and ate as much as he could the moment the swimwear shoot was done), pitifully red and wet, the puppy could only hide his blushing face in his hands as Seongmin cooed at his state. 

“Aw, would you look at that,” Seongmin’s voice almost cracked, going as high as it could, a sign that his reaction was genuine. “My Mimi’s dick. Almost as cute as your face. It must be painful, isn't it ?” 

Minhee nodded slowly. It did hurt — he’d been hard for so long already. “Mommy…” 

“I know, Puppy. Let me see your pretty face, stop hiding, you know I love to see you becoming as pink as a flower.” 

“Mommyyyy,” the puppy whined, way too shy to show his face now. “‘S too embarrassing…” 

Laughing, Seongmin didn't hesitate a second before taking Minhee’s bony wrists in his hands to force them out of the way. “I said, stop hiding. There’s no point in hiding your face anyways, the embarrassing part is how you're already leaking when we haven't done anything to you, Mimi. Like a little perv, hm ? You get off on being owned. A leash and a collar are enough to get you like this. You’ll cum in a second once Mommy touches you, won't you ?” 

With his boyfriend’s face so close to his, saying these things, Minhee wanted to cry — all he could do was nod again, because his mommy was right on all points. He was a little pervert, he got off on the feeling of being owned and pushed around and praised, and he would definitely cum so fast he’d never live it down. It was so embarrassing to admit it like that, so easily, but it made the fire in his belly grow stronger, and he wanted, needed to be touched as soon as physically possible or else he’d die. 

“Cute Mimi… Mommy won't touch your pretty cock just now, but I promised you a show if you listened to me, and you were almost perfect.” Seongmin straightened up, letting go of Minhee with a satisfied smile as he watched his puppy; shaking like a leaf, Minhee fought himself not to grab his own cock. He wouldn't, but the idea stayed for a second too much. “Let’s find your hairbrush, I'll groom you on the couch while we wait for your other mommy.” 

Feeling like jelly, Minhee followed wherever the tug on his leash led him without a second thought, until he was pushed to sit on the couch. Only now did his brain connect again, just in time for him to take in the show. 

Seongmin looked at him, his doll face and boba eyes painted with hues of absolute mischief as he slowly undid the small knot keeping his pajama pants in place. Sure enough, they fell with a small thump just a second later, revealing something men would go to war for : his pretty legs. Milky thighs adorned with a dozen marks, a galaxy of small hickeys, a whole palette of bright red and faded blue, his scarce freckles serving as stars. 

Shit, Minhee forgot how to blink, how to swallow; Seongmin may be the painter, but Serim and Minhee were pretty good at turning him into art. “Like what you see, Mimi ?” Seongmin teased, grabbing the hem of his shirt to show off a little more. 

Minhee could have passed out from this view alone, but Seongmin always had more prepared. Under his unassuming beige pajama set, his Mommy was wearing a deep pink, almost purple see-through pair of panties. The kind that left nothing to imagination, showing off his folds through its fabric, with a small, heart-shaped and fabric-less window at pube level. Now a little small on him, the hem dug in his skin so deliciously. If his thighs were a galaxy, Seongmin’s pussy served as the sun (his other hole would be a moon, definitely just as important for Minhee’s rocket). Faced with this view, even for just a second as Seongmin let his top fall above it again like nothing happened, Minhee moaned. Guttural, honest, it came with a rumble of his chest. He was only a man, and his mommy was absolutely breathtaking. It’s a wonder he didn't cum right there and then. 

This unfairly pretty creature giggled, the way his tail swished behind him a clear indicator he was really satisfied with himself. “You should see how you look, puppy. Your collar really suits you,” to punctuate his words, Seongmin pushed Minhee’s shoulders to back him off against the couch’s cushion, sitting on his open lap like he belonged there. He did. Minhee couldn't think anymore, especially not as his mommy made the small bell around his neck jingle. Mommy, good. Mommy, gorgeous. Mommy on my lap. 

Mommy, mommy, mommy. Love. 

“You smell so good, Mimi. So horny. I wish I could wear this as perfume.” 

“Please..” Minhee begged, not even knowing what he was begging for anymore. 

“I know, Puppy. But we can't start until Hyungie gets home. You have to be patient.” 

Minhee had been patient all day, he couldn't take it anymore — but he needed to be a good boy. His eyes clouded again. “Yes mommy…” 

Maybe he looked pitiful enough to make Seongmin waver, or maybe the cat himself wasn't as unbothered as he made it seem. “You can touch me a little, though. Your hands are clean now, so you can touch Mommy while I brush your hair. But no groping, yeah ? You're not a savage animal, you're a well-groomed lap dog,” his mommy took pity on him, using only one hand to undo a few of his shirt's buttons while the other went to Minhee’s cheeks in a soft caress, opening his shirt just enough for his stupid puppy to have room to roam around. 

It was almost enough. Feeling his mommy’s soft skin under his palm, savouring the warmth and tenderness of his bump and waist and tits, Minhee took his time to explore while staying light enough not to seem too hungry for more. He was slow with it, barely resisting the urge to cup Seongmin’s start of a breast. Seongmin’s thighs, however, stayed untouched, as he didn't trust himself to stay normal about it. With his mommy’s virtually unclothed cunt so close to his hands, damp and warm and so inviting, he knew he’d cross the line and lose the authorization to touch, and that just couldn't happen. Minhee wouldn't survive having his touching privileges taken away for the night; today was a skin day. 

Minhee barely registered the way the brush tugged at his hair until the product was mostly gone or even how often Seongmin wound up in the tangle of fur on his ears with a brush definitely not made for it, too lost in his re-discovery of his mommy’s soft skin and hypnotizing smell — smell that kept getting sweeter and sweeter and sweeter as the moist feeling against his thigh kept getting harder to ignore. Mommy, fuck. Smells delicious. Want a taste.

It meant he didn't register the time passing either, until he heard keys jingling in the door, making his heart fall into his stomach, stopping each of his movements. Serim was home. He hadn't come clean yet. 

He was so, so fucked. 

Serim walked in with two full grocery bags, the distinct smell of meat invading the room, but Minhee never cared less about food. Instead, his eyes fixated on the elder's face and the way his eyebrow raised as he took in the view of the two on the couch. 

“That is not what I expected to see right now,” he commented, leaving the bags by the kitchen. “I thought you read my text, Seongminie ?” 

“Could you at least kiss me before you question my actions ?” Seongmin pouted, making Minhee confused. Text ? What text ? “Mimi, paws to yourself.”

Seongmin got off him in a heartbeat, joining their other boyfriend by the dinner table, leaving behind a very confused —and now cold— Minhee as he tried to make sense of what he just heard while simultaneously preparing himself for what would come next. It was hard to think with a damp spot on his naked thigh (was he flexible enough to bend and lick himself there ? Maybe he could use his finger to scoop some of his mommy’s juice?)

There was no way he’d walk away from it all unpunished, he knew that. It was a thing impregnated in his memory. 

Watching his precious Mommies kissing like they had been deprived for years was almost as nice as being the one getting kisses. Serim’s frame practically engulfed Seongmin’s, his hands so large around the cat’s waist, the sounds of their lips meeting again and again echoing to Minhee’s developed ears. 

They were so good together, fitting like puzzle pieces. Every time he saw them like this, in their little bubble, Minhee was reminded of the first time he’d seen them together. Back when he thought he didn't stand a chance but still hung around them, almost in hope he’d be offered a chair by their bed to just watch. He would've loved watching. He did love watching whenever they would order him to sit, to stay still, while they played together. 

They only separated because Seongmin must've smelt the food too, the cat moving around the human to look inside the bags with his ears pointing up in the air with curiosity, then happiness. “Oh my god, you brought me hotpot ! Fucking hell, you’re the best. How'd you even convince the lady ? There’s so much ! And is that— she let you bring a full pot home ? How ?” His voice kept going higher, tail swishing fast behind him, tell tale signs he was over the moon. Serim’s smile warmed the room even more than the heating system. 

“Told her you’re pregnant and craving her food. She made sure I only brought home stuff you can eat, made a whole new sauce thingy with less spice so you don't upset your stomach, and gave me her personal phone number so you can call her if you crave it again. She said she’ll personally deliver it to you next time because she knows how important cravings are, and as long as we give her all her utensils back, she’ll basically give you whatever you want. She's actually really nice. I was surprised, she always looks at me weird.” 

“I’ll call her later to thank her. Holy Hell, this is going to be so fucking good… You must've spent so much, though ? That’s got to be expensive.”

Serim shrugged. “Our rich puppy paid a quarter of it, Deongie. And I don't mind treating you, you need to eat whatever baby wants so it grows strong and leaves you alone.” 

For a second, Seongmin looked like he was actually going to cry, just like all his doctors warned them would happen. Wobbly lips, scrunched up nose, ears in airplane mode. Because of hormones, or something — given Seongmin was quite easily moved in normal times (not as much as Serim or Minhee, but still) they’d all expected him to become a mess. But Seongmin always defied the odds. Instead of crying, he tackled Serim into another kiss, quite literally jumping on the man with all his might, his tail wrapping around the human’s thigh (part of it, actually. Serim thigh was too large for it to properly wrap in this position. Hot mommy.)

Okay, Minhee was starting to feel left out. He didn't deal well with not being the center of attention, at least not when he was so lost in his own mind (read: horny). He only got one kiss today —  these two already shared at least a bajillion, and Serim had been home for less than five minutes. A high whine tore from his throat before he could even think about it. 

It was enough for them to remember he existed. “Mimi’s getting jealous,” Seongmin giggled, getting his feet back on the floor to walk back to the couch. “Sorry, puppy, you also paid for it. Do you want a kiss ?” Nodding like a madman, Minhee expected something as deep as what his favorite cat gave their human. 

Instead, he got another peck. He whined again, disappointed, his eyebrows furrowing as Seongmin straightened back before he could steal another one, the cat wearing a proud expression. His slitted pupils were so huge, hiding almost all of his irises.

“What ? That was a kiss.” 

“But I want a real one !” 

“Too bad, you get what I feel like giving you,” Seongmin booped him on the nose again. Minhee definitely died. Mean mommy. Want more.

“Right, not that I want to question your actions,” Serim used his fingers to quote-unquote what Seongmin said earlier, “But I am confused on why you’re treating him so nicely if you've read my text. Also, unrelated, but you’re incredibly sexy in those panties, please bend over again so I can see all there is to see one more time.”

Valid, Minhee thought before the rest of the sentence registered. What did his mommy send to his other mommy ? Did Serim have no confidence in him and rat him out already ? That would be insane. Didn't Serim trust him ? Minhee was a big boy, he could explain himself and all his bad behaviour himself. 

Well, he didn't, but that wasn't the point. 

Seongmin rolled his eyes playfully, letting himself fall heavily on the couch by Minhee’s side. “I've been lonely all day so I gave us a small moment of tenderness before we wreck him ‘til kingdom come,” he explained, tone way too light for those words. Minhee tensed, suddenly well aware of the fire burning inside of him and his forgotten cock. “Plus, even if he didn't completely come clean, he did tell me he bit you, so I decided it was enough to give him a little break. But now, I want to hear both sides of the story instead of just yours. Mimi, this is your last chance to explain yourself. Serimie already told me all that you did today, so there's no point in hiding anything unless you want to be punished even more.” 

So Minhee was right : Seongmin did know something was up earlier, yet he still gave him the illusion of freedom… That was wicked. 

Here, naked with both of his boyfriends watching him so intensely, Minhee considered getting on his knees and begging for mercy. Sadly enough, he knew it wouldn't work. Even if he offered his mouth. How could they be so strong ? Whenever Minhee was the one upset, he’d always accept a good blowjob to feel better, and he’d forget all about their argument.

“I…” he started almost in a whisper. Suddenly, his own naked knees seemed interesting —it wasn't like he was avoiding his mommie’s intense gaze, the ones that left him feeling small and embarrassed. Not at all. “I was— I've been kind of not nice with Mommy today ?”

“Say it with the right words, Pup,” Serim said, “You've been more than not nice.” 

“But—” 

“No buts,” Seongmin warned. “I haven't spent so long training you for you to talk back, puppy.” 

Swallowing hard, Minhee wanted to disappear. Or to cum. Or both. God, did it hurt in between his legs, wasn't it dangerous to have a boner for too long ? What if all his blood pooled there and left his brain all dried up ? “I… I was a bad boy, today,” he finally admitted, the words making him blush yet again. He could feel it spread all the way to his neck. “I disobeyed mommy, and then I stole his phone instead of sitting still, and I bit him because of a video. But I'm really sorry, and I said sorry ! And I didn't lie when I said I got antsy because mommy didn't take a single break all afternoon even after promising me he would. I’m just— You both know how I get if I can't shake out any of my energy. I’m just a puppy.” 

There was a beat, a moment where both his mommies spoke with their eyes instead of using their words. Minhee stayed tense until Serim nodded, what he understood being the elder approving his words, and finally Seongmin hummed, satisfied. “Okay. It’s good you admit your faults, Mimi. But you know what that means, right ?” 

“Please don't make me change my collar, I'll die if I have to wear the white one. And if you make me wear the black one, I’ll— I’ll—” Just imagining having to wear the word Mutt around his neck made Minhee’s breathing get way too fast. He could —hardly— survive being called a bad boy, but today, Mutt would break him. He didn't want it. “Please, Mommy, I'm really sorry, don't change my collar, please—” 

“Babe, hey, you’re okay.” Serim had taken the few steps separating him from the couch, crouching to face Minhee, his warm hand cupping his cheek perfectly. His pretty eyes shining with worry as his thumb sweetly captured a tear before any of them acknowledged it. “I’m sorry I called you a mutt earlier. You don't have to worry about it anymore, yeah ? You know I didn’t truly mean it.” 

“We’ll have a conversation about this particular word once we’re done with today,” by his side, Seongmin’s smaller hand found its way on his thigh, his voice serious as he noted the conversation for later. “I won't change your collar, Mimi. You’re keeping this one, I like you in blue. My horny Mimi. Do you remember your safeword ?”

“I still want to play !” Minhee argued, a pout forming on his face. “I’ll take the punishment. I just— wanted to make sure you wouldn't change my collar.” 

“Are you absolutely sure you don't want to stop ? Or take a break ?” 

“I’m hornyyyy,” whining, Minhee even exaggerated it a little bit for his boyfriends to understand he wasn't working himself up anymore. Now with the confirmation he wasn't too deeply in trouble, he just wanted the night to go on. “Please, Mommy, I've been kind of good, can’t a puppy get his punishment without having to beg for it ?” 

There was another beat. This time, it was broken by Serim having to suppress a laugh in his hand, quickly followed by Seongmin. “Okay, okay. Well, your other mommy and I are going to think about it while you go set the table for us. Good with you ?” 

“Now that’s just unfair, you know I hate setting the table.” 

“Too bad. Up, up, up, you're doing it whether you like it or not.” Serim’s hand felt so warm and big on Minhee's naked thigh, lightly slapping his skin until the puppy got up to do as he was told, not without grumbling about it being unfair and an abuse of power. Even something about slavery, making his two mommies laugh even more. Minhee truly was something. 

He could vaguely make out a word or two as he started to actually set the table, but he quickly decided not to eavesdrop. As fun as it was to be a little mischievous, Minhee actually liked to be surprised with his punishments, always a glutton for the pleasure it would always bring, even if it made him cry. 

Bowls, plates, spoons and chopsticks — it was all kind of easy,  if a bit annoying. The only task that truly gave him trouble was finding the portable stove to place on the table; Minhee wasn't usually the one to cook, as he was kind of a disaster in the kitchen. 

A wolf whistle echoed as he bent down to unload the bag’s content on the table, starting with the big pot to put on the stove. He almost dropped it. Immediately, Minhee blushed — of course Serim would do that. Minhee should've bent down the other way around, not right where his mommies could see him clear as day, his shy hole and ass on display, even if for a mere instant. “Thanks for the show, babe.”

“Stop that,” he weakly fought, trying to be quick as he put the food on the table. Having meat right in front of his face really made him feel like a dog; even raw, it looked appetizing, almost as much as Seongmin’s cunt. Oh, what a simple man he was. 

A slap against his ass made him drop a small bowl back in the bag, thankfully not breaking it. The yelp that came out of him sounded terribly embarrassing, something between surprise and a moan. When he turned around, face flushed and brows furrowed to complain about it, the words stuck in his throat. It was Serim again, but the way he looked at him took Minhee’s breath away — it was just like before in the studio. That look that made him look like a wolf, relaxed and so sure of himself. A small grin, his dark eyes set on his prey. “Sorry, pup. I couldn't help it,” that unfair creature shrugged, his grin growing even more as he took in Minhee's state.“I just really like this part of you. You’re really gorgeous today.” 

Good God. Minhee didn't know how to answer, instead biting his lower lip to contain a whimper. He’d been on edge for so long already, all this teasing was seriously making him feel dizzy. When were his mommies finally going to touch him for real ? Grab his leash, drag him somewhere, anywhere and fuck him senseless ? Minhee was ready. He had been for hours; ready to fall on his knees and open his mouth. Ready to get carpet burns on his knees or shoulders, to be devoured and bruised, to be beaten and eaten and tortured till he would be nothing more than a blabbering mess. He needed his skin to melt off his bones, needed his blood to drip down his body, needed to be full of someone else — he needed to forget who he even was, to lose his vocabulary until all he remembered were his mommies and their delicious mouths.

He died a thousand times when Serim didn't do anything more, instead turning to the fridge to get water for the table. With his eyes clouded again, Minhee turned to search for Seongmin, ready to beg for mercy. He simply couldn't wait anymore, his body and mind at their breaking point. 

His favourite cat already stood against the counter. When did those two move ? Minhee felt like his cognitive abilities were dripping out of his ears, he hadn't noticed such obvious movements. “Mommy…” he pleaded, his voice breaking. 

Seongmin's face softened. “Oh, my Mimi,” the cat cooed, so patronising. “Does it hurt somewhere, baby ?” 

So mean. Minhee’s ego couldn't get in the way, even if it meant admitting such an embarrassing thing. Gaze going to his mommy's thighs out of pure shame, Minhee nodded. It hurts! Make it better!

The cat didn't move, though his smile held obvious teasing, the tip of his tail shifting playfully. “Where does it hurt ? You have to tell Mommy if you want me to help.” 

The dizzy spell became even worse — all of Minhee’s blood split between his throbbing cock and his burning cheeks. His words were long gone, his eyes filling with boiling tears. “Mommy,” he whined again, hoping Seongmin would understand like he always did. Why would his Mommy suddenly ask him for words ? Was this part of the punishment ? 

“We can't understand if you don't tell us, babe.” Serim came out of nowhere, or maybe Minhee truly lost his footing in reality. With his mommy’s warmth, his body against Minhee's felt like heaven as Serim rested his chin on his shoulder and slid his hands around his waist in a tender back hug. Minhee couldn't resist, all but melting against the strong body behind him, a tear falling directly into the human’s hair. He knew Serim would catch him, always. A constant, an everlasting familiarity; his mommy would catch him whenever he fell, whenever his knees felt too weak. “Aw, puppy’s all tired, hm ?” Serim cooed right in his ear, thumbs running circles on the skin he could reach. It was the place that tickled something in Minhee, a place that tickled a nerve and made him want to kick his legs. He would've done it, were he not so tired — it instead left him rocking on his legs, rubbing against Serim’s form.

“He looks so cute. My precious Mimi.” 

“Mommy… please…” 

“Where does it hurt, Minhee ?” Serim asked again in a whisper, his body slightly shaking against Minhee’s, sending a shiver down his spine. 

When Minhee didn't answer, the human slowly moved his warm hand against his naked skin to lay it flat against his stomach. “Does it hurt here ? Are you hungry, puppy, is that it ?” He asked playfully, knowing that wasn't it.

Closing his eyes under the weight of such a caress, Minhee shook his head no. Why were they so set on torturing him ? Was this his punishment, eternal teasing ? Edging him until he burst untouched like a teenager ? It sure seemed like it, with the way he could hear Seongmin giggle. “It doesn't seem like it’s his tummy bothering him, Hyung,” the cat even added. Mommy’s mean. Please, mommy. It hurts! Want you! 

“Hm, where could it be ?” As if this torture wasn't enough, Serim spoke so close to Minhee’s skin, it almost felt like a kiss, his soft lips brushing against the puppy’s burning skin without ever touching it like Minhee so desperately longed for. Slowly, he moved both his hands, this time cupping his chest. The rough palms against his erect nipples tore another embarrassing sound out of Minhee’s throat, another tear immediately tracing a path from his eye to his jaw. The pleasure almost felt painful after so much neglect, especially as Serim squeezed his barely developed chest. “Is it here ? Is your chest hurting ? Your poor nipples are so hard, Puppy. Do you need a massage ?” 

If only Minhee weren't so tall, he would've grinded against Serim’s crotch. Alas, their size difference didn't allow it; Serim was larger but shorter, Minhee could only hope he was moving his thigh the right way to make his owner feel good enough that he’d stop his torture. There was no way for him to know if it was working; his mommy was so good at staying strong even when he was at his limit — though only when he felt like being on the dominant side. Whenever he was at Seongmin’s mercy, he could be even worse than Minhee himself, a wriggling mess under Seongmin’s strap or management. Minhee could still remember watching his mommies playing together that one time where Serim came with nothing more than a few spanks and a vibrator against the tip of his dick. 

The memory only left him even more bothered, if that was even possible. 

“Hmm… Seems like it’s not that either,” Seongmin commented. Minhee never hated his mommy as much as when the comment made Serim’s hands move to his hips. 

“It’d be so much easier if you told us where it hurts, Minhee. You know we’d make it better, puppy.” 

Words. Minhee needed to find his words or else he’d go insane — Serim would kill him, avoiding his cock until he died for real. 

“My— My cock !” He blurted out after another few minutes where Serim caressed his ribs, his hips, his thighs. The poor puppy had shed so many tears it now felt like his cheeks were as wet as the ocean itself, salty and desperate. “Please, mommy, please ! It hurts, I need— want mommy to touch me !” He cried, almost in a sob. 

Not almost. Minhee did sob. Raw and loud and scratchy. His dick hurt, red and and harder than it had ever been, leaking like a faucet, staining his lower tummy, a bit of his thighs, and even sparing a few droplets for the formerly clean hardfloor. 

“Good boy,” Serim approved, finally kissing his exposed neck, right by his collar. “See how easy it is to just say it?” He added another kiss, then yet another one — until he was basically devouring Minhee’s neck and shoulders with open kisses, sucking here and there, leaving behind a trail of saliva and what Minhee hoped would be bruises. He didn't need to open his eyes to know his kitty was still watching them from his spot; he hadn't heard him move, could still feel his mommy’s gaze on this scene he knew looked pitiful. God, did Minhee feel pitiful, Serim’s stronger body’s hold on him the only reason he hadn't fallen over yet. A hold that did not move, his owner’s hands still holding him by the hips even after Minhee finally got his words out — it would leave bruises, the puppy had a sensitive skin. While he usually loved Serim’s handprints on his body, the most beautiful mark of ownership, he couldn't believe that they made him scream about his aching dick if nobody would do anything about it, avoiding the one place he needed to be touched the most.

Minhee felt like he was going insane. If nobody touched him, he’d pass out and die. 

Serim’s teeth scraped his skin just the right way, tearing a whimper out of Minhee, but the older’s didn't return after this one. Instead, his right hand moved along the puppy’s body, until it left it all together to grab at the base of his leash. “Pup, open your eyes.” 

Minhee obeyed immediately, his body reacting faster than his mind. The light hurt his wet eyes so bad,  he had to close them again right away, but his mommy was so perfect he let him take a moment to get used to the light again before continuing. Love. Love. Love. Hurts. Please, need my dick touched. “I’m gonna lead you to a chair, okay ? I’ll still hold you, but you need to get back on your feet at least a little, baby. Can you do that for mommy ?” 

So lost in himself, the puppy had to take yet another moment to understand what was asked of him. Why would he be led to a chair ? Were they seriously expecting him to be able to wait again ? Through an entire meal ? He couldn't do it. Mommy. Please. Something.

But he couldn't say no, not in this state, not when he could barely form a coherent thought. Without truly answering, he shifted some of his weight back onto his own feet, a whine echoing as soon as he did so. Had he always been so heavy, so uncoordinated ? He missed not being the one holding all this weight, wished Serim could always control his body instead. His other mommy laughed. Minhee pouted. Seongmin laughed even more. “He’s so fucking cute, I need to eat him whole.” 

Please. 

Guided by one hand on his hip and the other on his leash, Serim sat Minhee on the closest chair. This one was usually Seongmin's, but they did swap every now and then when the situation called for it. Minhee kind of loved the idea of sitting where his mommy usually was.  “I’ll let go of your leash, puppy. Are you ready for that or should we wait a little ?” 

Oh, how sweet Serim always was, so mindful of Minhee’s needs when he was so deep into his headspace. Minhee blinked, his eyes fixated on Serim’s pretty face for God knows how long before the idea of being left to his own devices, master of his own body, felt conceivable. Then, he slowly nodded, and almost immediately regretted it as the weight around his neck shifted, dearly missing his mommy’s warmth as he watched him move all the way to his own chair. 

“Mimi ?” Seongmin’s voice surprised him. The cat was now by the side of his chair — not so much taller. Even sitting, Minhee was almost the same height as his mommy, he barely had to look up at all, but it was enough to get another sort of butterflies taking off in his stomach. It left him close enough to feeling small. Just a little puppy in this big world, owned by the most beautiful cat and human he’d ever met. He loved being their property. “Are you ready to know your punishment ?” 

Minhee nodded so hard his neck started to hurt, drawing yet another laugh out of Seongmin. Carefully, his cat went to steady his head, his clawed hands closing around his jaw. “Chill, puppy, don't go giving yourself whiplash. I need you whole.” 

“S'rry…” Minhee slurred, losing himself in Seongmin’s brown eyes. His tongue felt so heavy, his mind so full of cotton — almost as if he were drunk. Could he be drunk ? Was it possible ? Drunk on his mommies and their smells and their orders and their voices and their whole being. Drunk in his own loyalty. Drunk in love. Drunk in lust.

“It’s okay, baby. Are you ready to listen to me ?” After another nod, this time contained (Mostly because Seongmin was still holding him in place), the cat booped his nose before letting his jaw go. “I’m gonna sit on your little cock—” please yes yes yes yes please. The plop plop plop of his tail hitting the wood of his chair echoed, ready to bruise or give himself happy tail syndrome (which was a very real concern that had him go to the doctor every two months. Minhee was so loved it hurt. He’d never trade it for anything in the entire universe.) “But,” Seongmin cut him off with a smile that couldn't mean anything good, “You can't cum until me and hyungie say it’s okay.” 

Like a tidal wave, a feeling of doom hit Minhee without warning, his tail stilling at once. He wouldn't make it out. He’d cum the second he was be buried inside Seongmin, and they all knew it — this was unfair. Cheating. How could they give him such a punishment ? Why couldn't they just cut to the chase and give him the one he’d get for disobeying the rule of always doing what he’s told while being punished ? These creatures only wanted to see him suffer. 

They knew he’d give them whatever they wanted, knew he only existed to please them. So he nodded, knowing he’d just locked himself in the lions’ cage, that there was no turning back — he was about to disobey orders faster than he ever had without even wanting to, and he wouldn't be able to explain himself with anything more than mindless whines, his words lost to the abyss of his submission. That would be horrible; he’d already been bad enough today, he didn't want to be worse ! He didn't want to seem like a mutt ! A tramp ! Yet again, he could try his very best and that would maybe be enough. He wanted his mommy on his cock. Wanted to give him a whole litter for the already existing baby to have siblings. Seongmin’s belly would be huge and he’d be even more plump everywhere and—

“Good Mimi. Are you okay with your other Mommy filming and stuff ?” Another nod. Why wouldn't he be ? Serim always filmed and stuff. That was what landed the dog in this situation in the first place, those stupid videos. 

Seongmin’s hands came back to cradle his cheeks, this time to hold him still while he dove in for a kiss. A real one. Not a peck, not a smack; Seongmin’s plump lips stayed there long enough to move, to taste each other, to dance on a rhythm only they knew about. He tasted like heaven and home and strawberry chapstick and Serim. 

Sadly, he was still the most sadistic cat to have ever walked on Earth and backed off right as Minhee tried to join their tongues to taste his mouth a little better. Though it had been so good,  enough for the poor dog to muster some words — “Thank you, mommy.” Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Mommy. Love.

With a coo, his cat moved to kiss his cheek, his claw digging painfully into his face. “I love you, Mimi,” he murmured right against his freckles, leaving a small, wet patch right there. “Ready now ?” 

After getting the confirmation —yet another nod, the dog could barely remember how to move— Seongmin straightened up. Minhee didn't blink for a second as he watched Seongmin move, wondering how it would go. He wasn't disappointed. In a movement so smooth it made his head spin, the cat came closer to the chair, his back facing Minhee. He used one hand to push the crotch of his panties to the side, the other to take Minhee’s cock, and sank on it in a single, calculated movement. 

Minhee ascended to heaven. 

He tried to hold it in, really, never did he fight so hard against his own body to not cum, but he simply couldn't. Mommy. Seongmin’s pussy was so warm, so wet, squeezing him just right. Mommy. He held it in just long enough for the cat to bottom out, sitting comfortably on his lap — in a desperate attempt, the poor pup hid his face in his mommy’s neck, his hands squeezing Seongmin’s pajama top, but it was to no avail. He came with a strangled moan, some more tears flooding again the skin that smelled so good. “S’rry !” He cried, a sob breaking his voice as he filled his kitty full of cum. “I’m— Mommy, so good, couldn't hold it in !” 

He felt ridiculous, crying so much, cumming so much. What a painfully pitiful puppy he was, failing at his one task. He failed at being good, again. His chest trembled as he tried to at least keep his sobs to a minimum, though Seongmin didn't seem upset, his fingers finding Minhee’s hair to scratch him at the base of his ears, right where Minhee loved it the most. “It’s okay, baby. This one doesn't count, hm ? We all knew it would happen.” 

Minhee sniffed, a hiccup making his body tremble. Seongmin’s pussy was still all around him, his sensations doubled after having just cum, it felt so much stronger. He’d been wanting to cum for so long it was almost too much, it was like his mind became mush again. “It’s okay ?” He asked for confirmation, not trusting his ears. He didn't even dare to look up, not to Serim, not to Seongmin, staying with his face well hidden, as if his tears were still a secret. How could it be okay ? Didn't he fail at obeying the one order they trusted him with ?

“It is,” his mommy confirmed, his voice barely wavering even as the cock inside of him kept moving because Minhee couldn't stop shaking and wiggling, his hiccups the worst of all movements for any of them to keep a clear mind. “But from now on, you need permission, okay ? You only have one joker. But you’re Mommy’s boy, I know you’ll do well at this, hm?” 

Mommy’s boy. Oh, how he loved this idea. He was a mommy's boy, that was true. All for them. The feeling of doom disappeared, replaced by a comfortable giddiness. Serim, Seongmin— his mommies knew him well enough to give him a joker. To let him cum once, just enough to let off some well needed steam before it truly started. Oh, how he loved them, so much it felt overwhelming; like a fire burning his insides to crisp. “Can I touch ?” Embarrassing despair filled Minhee’s crackling voice, but he was way too out of it to truly care. Mommy’s boy. Mommy’s boy. Mommy. Mommy.

“Obviously you’d ask that,” The cat’s laugh made him move, his walls squeezed Minhee inside of him, drawing a moan from the dog as his fist almost tore the fabric of Seongmin’s top. Seongmin himself wasn't left unaffected, cutting off his own laugh with a pleasured sigh. “Fuck, you fill me up so good, Mimi. Made for Mommy's cunt, yeah ? You can touch, baby, but I want to eat, so you better stay mindful, yeah ? Remember, you’re not a savage animal. Just like on the couch.” 

Nothing felt real anymore, but it was all so good. The body on his lap, such a familiar weight, anchored Minhee into this other dimension; each movement, each squeeze as Seongmin truly got comfortable and started to eat made him lose himself a little more. 

Whimpers and whines tore from his throat while he tried to find a place to put his hands in, searching everywhere, enjoying Seongmin’s body that he knew like the back of his hands yet loved to discover again and again. His small waist, his bump, the plumpness of his flexing thighs — Seongmin wasn't unaffected from this all. Minhee could hear the cat’s heavy breathing in between his bites, could feel each of his mommy’s shivers when Minhee’s dick scratched a particular spot, when his fingers found a sensible place (like his belly button; it was ingrained in Minhee’s muscle memory by now, the way a simple finger in Seongmin’s navel made him thrash around and go red in the face.).

“You look pleased,” Serim commented. Minhee could barely make out the words spoken around him, but he liked the way Serim’s voice sounded, so he tried his best anyways. “Also, please, make sure your meat is fully cooked. Can't risk anything, with you being pregnant and all.” 

“Well,” this time, Seongmin’s hip movement had to be voluntary, dragging a long sigh out of them both, “I’m eating real good, and I'm sitting on a wonderful dick. I wouldn't ask for anything more.” 

Again, the plop plop plop of Minhee’s tail could be heard. He was good ! Mommy liked his dick ! 

“He’s adorable.” Serim chuckled. Moving his head was hard, he already missed the sweet smell of Seongmin’s neck right under his nose, but Minhee wanted to see his other mommy. Serim's dark eyes lit up with a dozen of stars, his gaze right on Minhee, and the dog barely paid attention to the phone pointing his way, too busy immediately smiling at Serim, so happy to be the center of his attention. “Hi, puppy. Enjoying yourself ?” 

Minhee nodded. Something about it made Serim chuckle again, his face softening even more, so full of affection Minhee could feel it even in this state. 

“Mimi, say aah,” Seongmin demanded. This simple action, this simple vibration had the dog whimper for the thousandth time, so sensitive to all these movements against his cock. He was sure he’d been leaking into his mommy all this time. When he obeyed the order, taking a moment to remember how, Seongmin stuffed a piece of salad full of meat and whatnot into his mouth, nearly choking him. “You need to eat a little, baby. It’ll give you some energy.” 

In this state, Minhee could've eaten rat poison and still thanked Seongmin for it. He thanked his mommy by softly bumping his head against Seongmin’s, his mouth too full to try and talk. 

They fell into a rhythm. Seongmin would turn a little every now and then, presenting Minhee with food in his chopsticks or spoon, and making sure he had eaten everything before turning back to feed himself. Minhee liked it, and his mommy was right: some good food and his dick buried somewhere so good was the best life had to offer. Serim even bent over the whole table to give him a few pieces of sausage ! His mommies took such good care of him ! 

That is, until his cat stuffed his mouth a little too well and some sauce fell on his shoulder. Thankfully, Seongmin’s shirt had slipped off his shoulder long ago, avoiding staining it. “Messy puppy,” Serim commented with a smile, having seen it unfold. 

“You better clean that off, Mimi.” It didn't quite sound like a threat, Seongmin’s voice light and sing-songy, but Minhee knew it was an order.

He was nothing but a good boy. Barely chewing his bite (if chewing at all), he almost choked while swallowing it. Then, without a second thought he licked the small drop of sauce off of Seongmin's skin, and discovered that no meat had ever tasted better than his mommy himself. 

Tentatively, he licked again, expecting either of his owners to tell him off, to call him greedy or savage, but it never came, so he went at it again. In a moment, he forgot everything, too busy kissing and lapping and sucking at all the exposed skin, his hands stopped around Seongmin’s waist as if to hold him there. His tongue touched all he could reach from this position, ravishing in his mommy’s sweet shivers and sighs, leaving behind blooming hickeys across Seongmin's shoulder all the way to his neck— 

Until his teeth ached. He wanted more. That same instinct that made him hurt Serim’s hand earlier in the day came back ten times worse: Minhee wanted to bite. To feel the skin break under his fangs, to fully taste Seongmin and the iron in his blood. To claim as his. 

At first he did it lightly, barely closing his jaws, nipping at the skin. Staying still in case that would be the breaking point, he dared to look up. 

It felt almost familiar, the way his eyes fell into Serim’s intense gaze, his owner watching him with a raised eyebrow. The type of look that said, “you know what you’re doing isn't right”. 

So, obviously, he bit down. Hard. While still looking Serim in the eyes. Screw his challenging instincts, but Seongmin was his and he needed the world to know. It was already a miracle he hadn't tried to piss on his mommy yet ! 

The noise that came out of Seongmin surprised everyone in the room, himself included; the cat moaned, clearly and loudly, his pussy squeezing Minhee’s dick in a way that felt just like he came. Did Seongmin actually cum ? Minhee’s jaws unlocked out of pure surprise, a loud whine shaking his lungs under such a feeling.

There was a beat. Serim’s face melted in pure awe, looking at Seongmin with his eyes open wide, until he dared to speak. “Deongie ? What was that ?” He asked, putting his phone away. 

“I—” The cat went red and warm in record time, licking his plump lips while he looked everywhere, as if searching for the answer on the table. “It's… Shit. Change of plans. Bedroom. Now.” 

As smoothly as he sat, Seongmin got back on his feet, leaving a really confused Minhee sitting alone for a second. Though Seongmin’s rush seemingly involved his puppy — the cat grabbed his leash, tugging at it almost violently until Minhee also got up, not leaving him even a second to find his footing before dragging him in the direction of the bedroom. 

This was his favorite part; the part where he didn't have time to think about what was happening, simply following where he was dragged, existing right where his mommies wanted him to be. As soon as they reached the bed, Seongmin let himself fall on it back first, yanking at the leash strongly enough Minhee almost crushed him, ending up on all four right above Seongmin in the matter of seconds. It definitely hurt his neck a little, but the puppy couldn't care less, watching with big eyes as his mommy moved. As if time was running out, the cat hurriedly opened the remaining buttons of his top before moving to his underwear, using his hands only to get it under his butt and getting it off the rest of the way with the help of his feet. 

Minhee felt breathless without ever touching him, entranced by such a vision. 

He didn't expect his leash to be tugged again. Seongmin grabbed it by the base of the chain and used his strength to get Minhee to lower himself, clashing their mouths together in a way that hurt. Minhee’s poor lip got scraped against teeth — whose he couldn't tell. Though he ignored it, the taste of blood was uninteresting when it was his own. Instead, he tried his best to follow Seongmin’s hungry rhythm, all tongues and teeth and something so close to violence, he’d never felt as loved. 

Soon after, Seongmin hooked a leg around Minhee’s hip, forcing him to lower himself even more until their naked crotches touched. The dog couldn't help but moan, remembering so well how it felt to be inside. Mindlessly, he thrust against it, again and again, trying but so ridiculously failing at getting in. The way his tip brushed against his mommy’s hole yet never made it in made him cry out in frustration, fresh tears flooding his face. Why was he such a bad dog ? His mommy needed him, but he couldn't do something as simple as getting his dick inside ! What a joke of a boyfriend he was ! 

“Fuck— Hyung, you gotta help him, he almost got into the wrong hole and that hurts.” Seongmin’s words flew over Minhee’s head, too dumb to make sense of anything happening around him. 

Suddenly, something strong held his hips still, preventing him from moving even just a centimeter. 

A growl made his lungs vibrate, something burning of anger inside his chest — who dared to stop him ? Even if he wasn't doing a great job (yet!), he couldn't accept the idea of something, someone trying to move him. What if they were after Seongmin ? That was his cat ! His mommy ! His baby ! (Kind of. Almost. He wasn't thinking clearly enough to really understand his own instincts.) 

Baring his teeth, he tried turning his head around to look behind him, but the leash Seongmin still held tightly prevented him from doing so. Just as he was about to growl again, the cat’s other hand came to hold his chin. “Puppy. Mimi, calm down. Your other Mommy is gonna help you, hm ? It’s not a threat.” 

“Mommy ?” He asked, dumbly. Was that his mommy holding him ? Could it be possible ? Mommy ? My mommy ? 

Seongmin nodded. “I’ll let you turn around so you can see him, okay ? But you better not growl at him again. That’s what bad boys do, and you’re not a bad boy, are you ?” Immediately, Minhee shook his head no. He wasn't bad. Not when it wasn't for show. Not a bad boy! Mommy’s boy!  “I knew it. My good boy, my Mimi. You can look at him now.” 

Slowly, Seongmin’s grip on the chain lessened, letting Minhee turn just enough to see behind him, and as the cat promised, it was only his other mommy, looking at him with his oh so beautiful dark eyes, his strong arm and hands holding him in place. “Hi, you. Didn't know you could growl that loud, pup,” Serim joked, “Almost scared me, you know ?” 

Minhee whined, loud and pitiful. His ears flattened on his hair now damp from sweat in a mere second. I’m sorry, he would've said if only he could— he couldn't believe he growled at Serim. His mommy. It made him sad, sad at the idea that his mommy could think he didn't love him anymore. Minhee would hate being growled at, and he just did it to the love of his life! How could he! 

“It’s okay, babe. I know you’re a little dumb in the head right now,” the older reassured, softening his hold to slowly pet Minhee’s skin. “I’ll help you, how about that ?” 

“Mommy…” Tired and ashamed, Minhee came back where he felt the safest: his face crushed against Seongmin's skin, right at the junction between his neck and his shoulder. Though he loved the pets, loved the warmth against his skin now that he knew it was the man he loved, and he needed to show he did before it stopped. Shyly, he swayed his hips a little, just enough to be seen. 

Serim’s chuckles echoed right away. “I can't believe how adorable you are, pup,” he said, his voice bleeding with tenderness. One of his hands caressed his skin until it reached his tail, grabbing at its base in the way he knew Minhee loved it. 

Minhee dearly hoped Seongmin couldn't feel the small puddle of drool slowly forming against his skin — he’d officially forgotten how to swallow, backing against Serim's hold to feel a little more of the sensation he only got from this particular thing. The base of his tail, right where it sprung from his spine, was so full of nerves it made him completely black out; he’d once came only from this. 

“I love you both, but if I'm still empty within the next five seconds I'll set fire to this building. Better yet, I'll make sure you both get punished.” 

The threat worked. Serim knew better than to disobey; he wasn’t often on the receiving end of Seongmin’s wrath, but when it did happen, he was rendered incapacitated for at least a day or two. Minhee loved to mock him about it, as if he wasn't the one bruised and battered every other day. “Pup, are you ready ?” The older asked, leaving his tail behind to instead go grab his cock. 

Guessing Minhee’s following whine meant yes, which it definitely did, Minhee's mind being a mess of yes, please, mommy, please, please, yes, mommy, and so on, Serim pushed on his hip to lower him, and, using his delicate grip on Minhee’s dick, helped him finally get back inside Seongmin’s velvety hole. 

“Fuck,” the cat swore, his claws settling in Minhee’s skin, probably tearing it. Minhee wanted it to tear. For his DNA to get under his mommy’s claws and stay there; for his back to be marked and scarred forever and ever and ever. Mommy’s boy. “So fucking good. Mimi, don't forget the rules, yeah ? No cumming until we say it’s okay.” 

This time, Minhee didn't nod. He got straight to work, thrusting into his mommy without a thought, relishing into the sweet, sweet sensation. God, did it feel good to finally be able to move inside, to enjoy the warm walls and the disgusting yet heavenly wet feeling of it all; his own cum and precum still in there, Seongmin’s own wetness to lubricate the moves until it even sounded wet in between of the other noises like their skin slapping. The fire in his tummy went crazy until his brain completely melted, listening to nothing else but his instincts, mindlessly sucking and biting the skin right by his mouth, leaving a trail of his saliva behind. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. He still listened to every noise, felt for any movements, on the hunt for whatever his mommy liked best. At a particular moan, he’d plow against the same spot over and over. At a particular squeeze, he’d make sure to try and get the same angle again. Mommy wants a good puppy. Be good. Mommy.

Serim didn't move, staying behind him as if ready to help in case he slipped out, his warm hands against his skin without moving. Maybe he didn't want to overwhelm Minhee, or maybe it was just that he loved to watch. Whatever it was, his mere presence was enough. It’ll always be enough. Always, always, always.

Though Minhee had been tortured before he could move. Even after cumming once, he could feel the string inside him getting ready to snap again, the candle wax almost completely melted and the flame getting dangerously close to a puddle of gasoline. The pain of Seongmin clawing at his shoulders, his back, and wherever the cat could reach only served to make the string tighten even faster, the flame ready to compound. “Mommy,” he pleaded, out of breath. “Gonna—” 

“Mimi,” Seongmin wasn't in a better state; he was almost worse. “You can't— ah— You  need to ask, remember ?” 

“Please ?” 

Nobody said a word for a moment. Minhee couldn't see his boyfriends communicating with their eyes above him, couldn't even try to guess what they could be trying to say, too busy trying his best to keep himself from cumming. He’d be a good boy this time around: he wouldn't do it without permission, even if it was so, so hard. 

The answer finally came after a particularly good thrust. Minhee definitely felt a small drop of blood dripping along his back where Seongmin scratched him; he considered it a reward. Mommy's mark ! “Can you— Mimi, can you promise you’ll go again if we let you cum? Ah— you’ll be mommy’s good boy, right?” 

Could he ? They didn't often make him go more than twice, it already took him a lot of energy. Minhee felt good, right now, the way Seongmin made him eat actual food helped a lot. He’d do absolutely anything for his mommies. Mommy’s boy. Mommy’s good boy. All for my mommies. He nodded, hoping Seongmin could feel it. 

“Words, pup,” Serim reminded, giving him a small slap on the hip. 

A sob got past Minhee’s lips, but he did his best at looking around his puddle of a brain, desperately looking for the words he’s forgotten. “Promise… Please, Mommy. Please…’’ he pleaded, begged, his voice a wet mess.

“Good boy,” Serim approved.

“You can cum, Mimi.” 

He didn't need to be told twice, especially as Serim moved back to grip at his tail to help him get there faster. In barely an instant, the string snapped, the flame reached gasoline and ignited, burning everything around it: Minhee buried himself the deepest he could nestled against what he hoped was the cat's cervix, stilling as he filled his mommy for the second time tonight, his tears and drool drenching the poor sheets. 

“Come on, Mimi, remember what you just promised ?” How could mommy ask him to move again after just a minute ? “Do not whine like that, pup. It’s a punishment, you agreed to the terms of it. Move.” 

There was no way out; Seongmin was right. Even if it almost hurt, Minhee straightened out a little to find a new rhythm, moving way slower than just a few moments prior as his recent orgasm left him terribly sensitive. 

Seongmin was still holding his leash, even if he’d forgotten it; with the relentless tugging, Minhee had to straighten up even more, his weight shifting back to his shoulder and arms, his face winding up above the cat’s. Minhee could barely keep his eyes open. “Hm ?” 

“I want some kisses,” Seongmin replied to the unspoken question. With a pout on his flushed face and his blown pupils that made him look almost high, his mommy looked soft. Pretty like a porcelain doll.

For a second, Minhee thought. What’s a kiss ? How do you kiss ? His brain had slipped down his ears long ago, lost in his tears and the cum he’d filled Seongmin with. Doing his best to move and remember at the same time, Minhee’s eyes fell on his mommy’s waiting mouth. 

He licked it. It simply looked so good, still red and swollen from their earlier make out, slightly open for him to breathe through his own whines and sighs. Minhee licked Seongmin’s lips, then the inside of his mouth — that's how you say hello, right ? That’s like a kiss ? He licked his mommy’s teeth, joined their tongues for a second, and soon enough, there was spot absolutely everywhere, all the way to Seongmin's chin, dripping down his cheeks; Minhee didn't know how to swallow his own saliva anymore, or even how to close his mouth, so everything just fell on his cat. He quite liked it. Mommy’s full of me.

Suddenly, Seongmin’s discreet sighs and moans gained in intensity, turning into delicious screams, until the cat came with a broken cry, squeezing Minhee's cock inside him so hard the puppy feared he’d cut it. He tried his best to work Seongmin through it, stopping once he thought it was done, only for Seongmin to scratch him again, even harder than all the previous times. “I didn't tell you to stop,” Seongmin said, completely out of breath. It sounded mean, as if he was angry at his puppy for even thinking of stopping.

“But—”

“Pup... When mommy tells you something, you listen,” Serim reminded him from where he still hadn't moved. 

Minhee was getting really tired. His arm hurt from supporting his weight, his thigh muscles from moving so much; that was without counting just how close he was to cumming again, as Serim wouldn't leave his tail alone for a single second. Would he die at their hands ? Mommy… It was so hard, but he did obey. It was a punishment, after all — if his mommies thought he deserved it, then they were right. He’d been a bad boy. He needed to redeem himself.

Only a minute or two after he resumed his movements, Minhee felt his belly tighten again, so much harder than the previous times. The fire inside him reached his gut, his stomach, his chest — his tears were boiling along his cheeks, each one falling onto Seongmin’s face, alongside some sweat drops. This wicked creature smiled when he noticed it. “Mimi’s a mess… You should— ah— you should see his face, Hyung.” 

“Sucks that you’re too close to him to take pretty pictures. Enjoy it, you lucky bastard.” 

Talking about him as if he weren't truly there, weren't truly their boyfriend and more of a toy. Minhee couldn't hold it anymore. “Please,” he begged, “Please, mommy.” 

“Already ?” With the audacity of being surprised even in his own state (sweaty enough his bangs stuck to his forehead, terribly red in the face, out of breath), Seongmin shook his head. “You can wait a little.” 

He couldn't. He couldn't. “Can’t,” he begged again, his eyes going wide in fear as the feeling kept getting harder to ignore. “Mommy—” 

“Baby. Puppy. If you cum without my permission, I'm going to—” 

“I’m sorry !” Minhee couldn't. Without enough tears to truly cry, he only sobbed in between moans as he couldn't hold himself, chasing his pleasure before his muscles simply gave up on him. He only stilled as he plopped down on Seongmin’s smaller body, hiccuping like a baby.

He felt bad. He truly felt bad about it, about disobeying so much today — his stupid body won. It always won. His mind wasn't strong enough when he was so far, so lost in the pleasure his mommies gave him. 

He was surprised again as Seongmin didn't immediately make him regret it even more. “I get it. Mimi’s too dumb to listen today. You're just a stupid, stupid puppy, aren't you ? There’s nothing in your brain,” he said, scratching him quite hardly behind the ears. Would he leave marks here, too ? Would his hairstylist worry about it ? Minhee hoped she would, hope she'd wonder about how he got scratched here, of all places, somewhere so delicate, so private. He’d say, “it’s my boyfriend” and wouldn't elaborate. He’d be the only one to know it was because he was too dumb to listen to his one and only rule of the night. 

“‘m stupid…” he agreed, trying to dry his eyes against the already humid sheets. 

“At least you’re aware of it. You better keep moving to make it up to me, hm? You’ve come thrice already, so selfish. Are you a selfish puppy, Mimi ? Is that it ? Dumb and selfish ?” 

“No !” his sudden head shakes surprised Seongmin enough he didn't have time to move his hand or even fold his fingers to put his claws away, definitely scratching Minhee's scalp. “‘m sorry. ‘m sorry. Don’t— Don't be mad. ‘m sorry.” Each word felt like it scratched his throat raw, like it made him bleed; Minhee hated to talk when he felt like this more than he truly forgot how, but he needed his mommy to know just how terrible he felt about it. He didn't mean to— he wasn't selfish! He really wanted Seongmin to feel as good as him! He just couldn't. He stupidly couldn't, and now he couldn't even move anymore, absolutely exhausted from all these movements and this third orgasm, the one that usually marked the end of a scene. His muscles were burning, from his neck all the way to his toes, even his tail felt sore. “Mommy, I can't— I’m sorry—” How could you disappoint your mommies like that ? He thought, trying his damn best to get back to work. You’re not a bad boy, you have to obey ! 

Maybe his shortness of breath gave it away, or maybe it was his tone. “Hey, Pup, do you need a break ?” Slowly moving to his side, Serim delicately struck his back, sending shivers down Minhee’s spine because of the sudden contact against the stinging wounds. With the simple, barely there weight of Serim's added hand, he couldn't move anymore at all. It tore him apart.

“But— Mommy wants me—” 

“Mommy wants to know if you need a break, Mimi,” Seongmin butted in immediately. “We can take five minutes for you to breathe, or we can stop for the night if I'm being too harsh on you, it’s okay baby. I’m an asshole but not a monster.” 

“Don't… talk about my mommy like that…” Minhee sighed. He didn't like whenever they had to slow down just because of him, just because he easily got overwhelmed even when he loved everything that was happening. 

“He’s right. You’re not an asshole, just a little sadistic. And it’s hot.” Minhee completely agreed with Serim’s statement. 

“It’s not hot if Mimi doesn't like it. I know it’s a punishment he deserves, but—” 

“I like it!” Minhee finally managed to move, just enough to turn his face a little, enough for his voice to be more than a mumble against dirty sheets. “Love it. Am just… weak. I can't move anymore… But I'll take the punishment. I’m okay.” 

“What if you two switched positions ? Deongie, you're really good at riding. It’ll get him to cum in a minute, and you’ll have yourself cumming even faster.” 

“Hyung, I’m in love with the wrinkles of your brain. How does that sound, Mimi ? You won't have to move anymore. Mommy can do all the work.” 

“Please do not talk about my brain wrinkles in the middle of sex ?” 

The confused tone of Serim’s voice got Minhee to chuckle a little, channeling all his remaining strength to roll onto his back. “Wrinkles,” he repeated. 

“Mimi, you sound drunk.” Drunk in love. Drunk in lust. He was. He loved it. Seongmin’s lips and Serim's hands tasted better than any alcohol; Minhee loved the kind of drunk that didn't give him a headache. Mommy. Mommy. Love you. Mommies. Love you. “Cute. I’m not done devouring you.” Please.

“Hey, before you ride him to death, which I'm definitely gonna record, how about you two drink some water ?” Materializing two small water bottles out of nowhere, Serim handed one to Seongmin before the cat could straddle Minhee. 

“Hey, don't forget who’s the boss there,” Seongmin threatened with a pout, “I only call you hyung out of principle. You’re barely higher than my Mimi in the food chain, and we all know I'm on top.” 

“Well, spank me later if you feel like me asking you to drink is deserving of a punishment, mommy, but you know you need it, and Minhee even more with all he’s cried.” 

Minhee watched with great amusement as both his boyfriends held a starring contest. Serim's calm demeanor, with both his eyebrows raised in a tell tale sign he knew he’d win, versus Seongmin’s squint, definitely unhappy because he also knew Serim would win. In the end, he snatched one of the bottles out of the older’s hand and ran away to the ensuite bathroom: both Minhee and Serim definitely stared at his ass and the mess dripping down between his legs. “I need to pee. Help him drink.” 

As the door closed, Minhee whined, earning a laugh from his owner. “You're sad you don't get to hear it ?” If there was one thing that would make anyone but Minhee shy, it would be admitting their disappointment over not seeing nor hearing their partner pee. The dog nodded, a pout forming on his wet and reddened face. “I’ll help you get him into piss one of these days, I promise. Now, you really need to drink, babe. He’s far from done today, he wants to see your real limits.” A shudder. “I know, he’s one scary cat, isn't he ?” Serim agreed with a smile. “I’ll help you drink.” 

With so much unexpected tenderness from such a muscled man, Serim gently helped Minhee sit against his chest, in between his legs, and even held the opened water bottle against his lips, making sure he drank slowly and didn't choke. Minhee hadn't noticed just how thirsty he was until the entire bottle was gone, earning a kiss on the cheek from the man behind him. “Good boy. Do you want me to go fetch another one ?” Mommy thinks I’m a good boy! Mommy! Love you Mommy! 

Minhee immediately shook his head. This almost-hug was better than anything to drink— he loved being held. 

Though, he could feel Serim's bulge against his lower back. It made him aware of how long it had been since they started and how not once did any of them touch Serim; the human was still wearing all of his clothes ! Immediately, he tried to move, his palm searching for Serim’s crotch. “Mommy…” 

“Don't worry about this for now, babe,” Serim kissed the side of his head, catching his wrist in a soft movement. “You know how I like to watch, don't you ?” He had this voice. The one he only ever used on Minhee when he was in this headspace, reassuring and tender. “I’ll let you know if it starts to bother me. Seongmin’s already doing a number on you, you need your strength for yourself.” 

How to say that he’d let himself be torn in half of it meant pleasuring both his mommies ? Minhee couldn't express himself with more than a really deep pout. He wanted Serim’s cock. Preferably in his mouth. Even more preferably now. He’d wanted it since the studio.

The door opened before he could try to force the words out, Seongmin coming back with, as sad as it was, no more mess between his legs. How fair was it for him to clean up in the middle of things ? Didn't he know Minhee liked it messy ? His own cock, now only half hard, was as messy as it could be, with his own cum and Seongmin’s juice all over it. “Don't look at me like that, I'm a hypochondriac, I wasn't about to let you fuck piss into me. It’s dirty.” Seongmin commented as he got back on the bed. 

“I think it’s more about how you erased all traces of him from your body. This puppy is territorial.” Serim always got him on an astral level. Minhee immediately nodded, hard and fast, to show his approval. 

Seongmin rolled his eyes. “Let’s leave some more, then… I’m hydrated and still really horny. Like, really horny. I think it’s the hormones.” 

“Minhee, pup, are you ready for the beast ?” Serim asked in a murmur, right against Minhee’s ear, cupping a hand in front of his mouth as if it were a mocking secret, as if Seongmin didn't have such a good hearing he sometimes eavesdropped on the neighbours through the walls. It earned him a giggle from the dog.

“Kiss ?” Minhee asked before Serim could help him lay down. His demand was answered by Serim joining their lips. It was so different from Seongmin who kissed like he was in a rush; Serim took his time to explore Minhee’s mouth, counted his teeth one by one and let their tongues get comfortable against one another before he pulled away, giving him a quick peck for the road. That was pretty good. 

“I’m noticing even less words than before, so I've got a new rule for you, Mimi,” Seongmin spoke as he moved to sit on Minhee’s hips after Serim helped him get comfortable on his back, even putting a pillow under his head to support his neck. “Since you’re too dumb of a puppy to wait for permission, just cum whenever. But I won't be stopping until I'm satisfied, unless you use your safe word or need another break. Good with you ?” Minhee nodded as best as he could in this position. That seemed like a good deal — though he wasn't sure if he could survive Seongmin setting the rhythm. That cat had a mean hip game. “Perfect ! I knew my Mimi would like this idea. Now, Hyungie, get behind me and help me stay upright, this belly is fucking with my balance. It’s heavy, I'm not sure I'm strong enough to live up to my riding master title.” 

“Literally nobody has ever called you that, my love,” Serim commented, yet he obliged, getting behind Seongmin to support him by the waist and help him move, carrying some of the new weight. Cute mommies.

The second he was back in Seongmin’s pussy, Minhee knew this second phase would be hard. Was it possible to die by overstimulation ? 

In this position, it was obvious that Seongmin and Serim would interact. Through his hooded eyes and wet eyelashes, Minhee watched as his mommies talked, finding time to bicker even like this— love dripped from their eyes at each pique. It was like they were the only ones in the universe, having eyes only for each other, so beautiful. Especially as they started kissing; open mouths and tongues dancing right in front of Minhee’s eyes, as if he wasn't there, as if his cock wasn't what was making Seongmin moan and shake. As if he was merely a toy.

Minhee came in record time. It felt like barely anything came out of his dick, though he couldn't exactly be sure. He was so far out, he didn't even feel the new tears falling continuously along his cheeks, nor how loud he had gotten since he’d forgotten how to close his mouth. His fists were closed around the sheets by the side of his pillows, too used to Seongmin banishing him from ever covering his face, even subconsciously. 

And Seongmin didn't stop. Maybe he made a comment about Minhee cumming again, but the dog couldn't understand any word said to him, too busy trying not to completely fall apart. 

He only came back to Earth when Seongmin came, squeezing him once again. The cat’s hands landed on his stomach as he slightly fell this way instead of against Serim, claws now tearing up his stomach’s skin. “Fuck, that feels so good. You sure you don't want a round, Hyung ?” 

“Neither he nor I are prepped, Seongmin, and it'd take way too much time. I’m good just watching, I told you.” 

“I can feel your cock against me, and that’s not even talking about your smell. You stink almost more than Mimi. Just fuck his face, he loves that, and that’ll give you your hands back to film something like you said you wanted to.” The cat turned towards Minhee. “Puppy, wouldn't that feel good ? Mommy’s cock in your pretty little mouth while your other mommy rides you ?” 

Seongmin wanted another orgasm out of him ? Minhee heard about pregnancy hormones, but he wasn't sure he had anything left in him, though the idea of Serim’s cock hitting his throat made him salivate; he’d wanted it since earlier, in the studio. Mommy's dick! Please!

“See his face ? He totally wants it. Blink twice if you want your Mommy to cum all over your face, Mimi.” 

Minhee blinked once. Then twice. The offer was too good to pass on; if that was how he’d die, then so be it. He started blinking as fast as possible, wanting to show just how much he wanted it. Needed it. 

“Good boy,” Seongmin gave him a small pat right where he just wounded his belly, “Hyungie, go get your dick wet.” 

“You’ll manage without me ?” Serim asked, seriously worried. What a gentleman. 

Though Seongmin immediately shoved him away. “That might be the last time in a long time where I can manage that on my own. I’ll be careful, so give me a show, and send me the pictures and videos later. That’s an order, by the way.” 

Not even Serim could disobey Seongmin’s direct orders. The human made sure he could actually stop holding Seongmin before moving, releasing his hold on the cat little by little while staying ready to catch him in case he needed it. Seongmin was right, though, making a sassy face that said “see, I told you”  as he stayed in the same position, holding himself in place.

Minhee watched his mommy come closer without blinking, licking his lips as Serim finally got his shirt, pants and underwear off in record time. So much for just watching. 

And, oh, how he loved Serim’s dick. It wasn't big. Contrary to expectation with such a build, Serim was about the length of Minhee's thumb and not even that wide, but in Minhee’s eyes, it was absolutely perfect. It filled his mouth in just the right way, just enough to tickle his gag reflex without actually making him want to puke, especially now that he’d trained with this dick and this dick only. 

“He looks so fucking hungry,” Seongmin teased. Maybe he thought Minhee was too dumb to hear his mommy's own hunger for it.

Minhee rolled his face to the side, opening his mouth nice and wide, lolling his tongue out without even being asked. He was hungry; just a dog waiting for his sweet treat. He didn't care about the way Serim almost shoved his phone’s camera in his face, his eyes laser focused on the hard, leaking red cock in front of him. 

“Just tap me on the thigh if it gets too much, pup, you know the drill.” Serim used his free hand to guide his dick into Minhee’s awaiting mouth, rubbing the wet tip against his tongue for a moment before slipping in little by little. 

Seongmin chose this moment to start moving again, and Minhee died a thousand times, getting revived each time in the best of ways. He tried his best to hollow his cheeks and take care of Serim’s delicious dick, but it was so hard to stay focused on his task when all he wanted was to moan — it ended, as always, with Serim guiding his head by his hair, thrusting into his mouth just fast enough to feel good while still leaving him room to breathe and adjust. 

Minhee felt like a toy for his mommies. Cock dumb, he looked directly into the camera pointed at him, far too gone to feel embarrassed about how it'd look. Later, when they’d inevitably rewatch it together, he knew Seongmin would call him a whore about it. He couldn't wait for it to happen. Mommy, he’d moan if his mouth wasn't occupied. Mommy, as always, he couldn't think of anything else. Mommy, both Serim and Seongmin made him touch paradise.

It got too much too fast. The thread inside of his belly was ready to snap again, the fire still burning everything in its stead.

Except it didn't. It didn't snap. The flames didn't grow bigger. Even as Seongmin moved faster, even as Serim hit his throat again and again, even if he wanted to and had the authorization, it felt like Minhee couldn't cum anymore, his orgasm so close yet so far. Could it be possible that the last one was actually his last one ? Did Seongmin milk him dry to that point ? Did the human body actually work like that ? 

It hurt. It burned. Why couldn't he cum ? 

Mommy. Mommy. Mommy, hurts ? Help ? Mommy !

Even more tears traced their ways along his drenched cheeks, sobs cut around Serim’s dick. Thank God the human wouldn't stop unless Minhee asked him to, used to the puppy’s tears after stopping out of worry so many times, only for Minhee to be upset about it. Maybe Minhee should have tapped out, said something about everything, but it felt so fucking good. This new found pain made his whole body shake, his eyes roll back behind his eyelids, his fists tighten even more — it completely overtook him, even if he knew he needed all this stimulation to be over soon, lest he actually pass out. 

Someone heard his prayers. Maybe God himself, though Minhee hoped the man wasn't watching him at this exact instant. Unless God needed a good gay threesome to watch, in which case, He was welcome to enjoy the show as long as He didn't rat him out to his dead grandmother. 

Seongmin stilled again, cumming in a loud cry. Before Minhee could process all these feelings, Serim’s hips stuttered. “Mouth open, eyes closed, babe,” the human ordered. 

The moment he did as told, he heard Serim groans, followed by the feeling of liquid hitting his cheeks, his nose, and finally, the taste reached his tongue. Rubbing the tip against it again, Serim played for a second before backing off. Seongmin had straightened out, letting Minhee’s dick slip out of him to sit back on his hips instead, dripping a little out onto him. 

They let him breathe for a silent moment. When Minhee blinked his eyes open again, he first saw their loving gaze on him— then, his surprisingly still hard dick. How ? He thought he’d gone soft since he couldn't reach the orgasm that had been taunting him, but he wasn't. He hoped it’d die down soon. 

“Sorry, Mimi, I'm spent, I can't ride anymore. All this new weight made this a fucking workout… But you've been extra good, so I'll jerk you off, hm ?” Minhee shook his head immediately. What if his mommy noticed it was all stuck and started fretting over it ? He’d rather let it die down. Surprisingly, Seongmin only snorted at him, dangerous eyes falling on his pup. “Didn't I say I decide when we're done ?” 

“Deongie, four orgasms is already a lot—” 

“As long as I don't hear a safe word or see what we agreed on in case he’s fully nonverbal, I'll do what I please. Next time I hear you questioning my choices, I'll seriously get mad, Serim.” Seongmin cut Serim off, his voice cold and serious. The same voice he gave Minhee, without any ounce of respect he should hold for an older man. So fucking hot. How could Minhee still not cum ? “It's nicer when you know your place. Be good like Mimi.” 

Shutting up real quick, Minhee could see just how those words affected Serim. The human had quite a long refractory period —he was only human, after all— but the rush of hormones stank up the room even more. It’d been so long since he’d seen his owner like that, he almost missed it. 

Though he immediately forgot this thought when Seongmin’s hand closed around his dick, slowly dragging it up and down, using whatever fluids were on it as lube. Just like earlier, it burned. It hurt. His orgasm was still fighting to happen, all his muscles flexing and unflexing; like a worm, his body started to wriggle, trying to escape the sweet torture while also chasing it. Seongmin’s giggles echoed in the room, joining his sobs in a symphony. 

“You can do it, pup,” Serim reassured after taking a moment for himself, one of his hands finding Minhee's to intertwine his fingers. “One more. You can do one more, puppy. And the big bad kitten will be done with you.” 

“I can't,” Minhee sobbed, squeezing Serim’s hand as hard as he could. 

God, it hurts, make it stop.

Never would he use his safe word.

“You can, Mimi.” This time, it was Seongmin encouraging him. “I know you can. You’re so hard, Mimi. You want it, don't you ?” 

Did he want it ? No. Yes. No. Definitely yes. “It hurts,” he pleaded. 

“It’ll stop hurting when you cum, puppy. Come on… Do it for Mommy.” 

“And then you're done, babe. Just this one, a picture, and you’re all done. I’ll run you a nice, warm bath, and you’ll go to bed.” 

It took a while of nothingness, of sweet encouragements and pain, before it hit. Like a tidal wave, it crashed over all of his muscles, but he finally came — with nothing more than a pathetic, single spurt, more transparent than white, runny like water, in his loudest sob of the night.

And then, lights out. 

.

It was really warm around him. Warm and comfortable. 

When his ears reconnected, he could hear water and muffled chatting. It smelled really good, too, a strong odour. Serim’s body wash, Seongmin’s bubble bath thingy. The body against his back was holding him tightly without it being too tight. 

“Hi, puppy…Glad to see you back in the world of the living.” Blinking his eyes open slowly, Minhee took some time to understand the position he was in. 

In the filled bathtub. Seongmin was sitting on a stool next to the tub in his fluffy bathrobe, sleeves rolled up, his hands delicately washing Minhee’s hair. That meant the person holding him was Serim. Without a word, he squirmed to get a little bit comfier against his favourite human, immediately following his movements by making grabby hands for his favourite cat. He wanted them both close to him — wanted their shared warmth, their smells to fuse with his own, their bodies close. Wanted to feel like he belonged. Wasn't he theirs ? Their property. Their shared puppy. Why wouldn't they both be with him ?

“I’m sorry, puppy, I don't fit with you two. The tub’s too small for three grown men, especially with my bump. It’s too dangerous to even try.” Seongmin did sound sorry, but that wasn't a good enough excuse to stop Minhee from feeling sad about it, a small disappointed noise bubbling from his chest.

“Hey, pup, we’ll cuddle in bed later. We just need to get you cleaned up, yeah ?” Serim compromised, his sweet hands rubbing small circles against his ribs. The rumble of his voice made Minhee want to go back to sleep.

Was it even sleep if he only passed out long enough to be transferred to a bath ? Whatever — he felt tired and wanted both his mommies close to him. 

“If you do as we tell you, we can be in bed in about ten minutes, I'm almost done with your hair.” 

Ten minutes ? That was almost like ten years. Ten lives ! The water rippled as Minhee tried to straighten up only for Serim to hold him in place, trying to escape the bath in vain.

“Babe, come on. I know it all feels like a lot right now, but we need you to cooperate. We’re right here, pup. Mommy’s not in the tub, but you can feel his hands on you, right ? And you can see him.” 

Serim was right. Minhee could see Seongmin, feel the same hands that scratched him to the point of bleeding now tenderly tending to his hair, even if the shampoo made the small wounds by his ears sting. Sighing, he accepted that this was the best he could get, even if it didn't make him happy at all. He felt like a marionette as he fully went limp against his owner, all of the air in his lung coming out in a loud sigh. 

“Thank you, pup. We’ll be quick.” 

Getting washed without having to move a limb by himself felt really nice. Minhee always loved this part of scenes — aftercare was a must. 

“Deongie, you really need to cut or file your nails. I know he likes it, but his back looks like a warzone. You even left marks on his stomach.” Oh, so that’s why it stung so bad as Serim gently passed a washcloth against his back. 

“Yeah, I only realized after we were done. I feel terrible about it. It looks like it hurts. Woobin Hyung is gonna behead me… Does he have a shoot soon ?” 

“I don't think they'll need his back, but you went all the way up to his neck. That’s definitely going to be a problem if it takes more than a week to heal.” 

Up to his neck ? That sounded a bit bad. Did his mommy really hurt him ? The mere thought of it felt entirely too wrong; Mommy would never hurt me, he thought, his eyebrows furrowing. Mommy takes care of me. Mommy knows best. 

Seongmin’s ears flattened against his damp hair, his scent souring. “I’m a horrible partner… I didn't even notice my nails were that long already, I should've been way more careful. Why didn't he tell me it hurts ?” 

Minhee didn't like the idea of his Mommy beating himself up about such a trivial matter. He whined, or at least tried to, the sound coming out barely above a whisper. Serim immediately kissed him on the cheek. “Puppy’s right. What’s done is done, and you didn't mean to actually hurt him. I’m sure we have some cream that’ll soothe it. It's not like it’s the first time it's happened.”

“Still. I’m sorry, Mimi.” Carefully, Seongmin bent over to leave a feather-like kiss on Minhee’s nose. He really loved that part of him, always talking about how “round and cute it looks, Hyung, you better never let your agency talk you into a nose job or else I'll actually break up with you, I'm so serious”. 

It’s okay, Minhee thought without saying it. He hoped his eyes were enough to pass the message. 

Though, he was curious. Tired, but so curious about how bad it could look. Instinctively, he raised a hand to his neck, wanting to feel the wounds for himself and maybe try to understand just why his owners could be so worked up about a few scratches— his neck was bare. Completely bare. 

His other hand joined the search. It was almost erratically that he felt his whole neck around, looking for what he knew wasn't there anymore. His mommies were talking without him hearing a single thing, his chest rising way too fast as he took the information in.

They took his collar off. All that was left of it were the indents it left on his skin and the small patches rubbed absolutely raw from the chafing. They took his collar off. Did they not love him anymore? Did they want him out of their hair? Were they disappointed with him, passing out like that before Serim could take pretty pictures ? Maybe he should've asked for permission to pass out ? Or maybe it was because of how many times he disobeyed them. They were going to replace him, give his pretty collar to a better dog who knew better than to challenge the rules, and— 

Teeth closed around one of his ears, nipping at it. The shock tore him out of his thoughts for a second, just enough for him to see what was in front of him, a blink of his mommy’s worried eyes. Seongmin's hands had found his own around his throat, stopping him from scratching at all the empty space. “Puppy. Puppy, can you hear me ? Are you here with me ?” He sounded frantic. Almost panicked. Minhee’s lungs hurt, suddenly realizing he’d been holding his breath for way too long. 

His ear hurt too. Was his other mommy biting him ? The sensation brought no pleasure; that wasn't what it was aiming for, but it did manage ground him, to make him fly back to reality. A reality where he wasn't wearing his collar nor his leash anymore, a reality where they didn't wait for him to be ready for it, where they didn't kiss him as they undid the star shaped loop, where they didn't tenderly hold his neck until the weird, empty feeling disappeared. A reality where he didn't have a say in it — it was barbaric. 

The tears in his eyes clouded what he could see of Seongmin; he didn't like these ones. They didn't feel good. 

Serim bit harder, making him yelp — Why would his mommy do that ? 

“Mimi, love, I'm sorry. I need you to understand what I'm saying and you’re losing yourself. Mommy doesn't like causing you pain, but we all know it’s the best way to bring you back.” To support Seongmin’s words, Serim’s arms circled Minhee’s naked waist. A hug. Mommy still loves me ? 

It still didn't bring back his collar.

The noise he made sounded sadder than a sob. It was something like a whimper, a whine. A painful plea for someone, anyone to explain to him just why they would do that when they knew it didn't work like that. Did they lose patience with him ? Think it was too ridiculous to have such a ritual over a piece of leather ? Did they think he was too much, or worse, not enough ? 

“Mimi, please, listen to me. You trust mommy, don't you ?” Pain fell over Seongmin's voice, as if Minhee’s feelings transferred to him, as if he was the one hurting. The puppy couldn't bring himself to nod — he did trust his pretty mommy, but his trust just got used against him. Taking off his collar as he was unconscious felt like the biggest betrayal. 

Judging that he wouldn't slip so far again, Serim released his poor ear. It immediately flattened against his shampooed hair. “Babe. My gorgeous pup. I’m sorry, but you needed the bath, and your collar can't get wet. Do you remember that ? When we ordered it together, the website said to keep it dry. If we let you bathe with it on, you wouldn't have been able to wear it ever again. That would be even worse than what’s currently happening, wouldn't it ?” The human explained, comforting yet firm. The right tone for Minhee to truly think about it.

He wouldn't survive if his pretty blue collar got ruined. The weight had always been perfect, and it wasn't just that; the collar itself held its importance. World’s horniest pup, one of his favorite nicknames, one of the first his mommies gave him after he confessed to liking this type of play. It was his most worn collar, already worn out at the edges, so full of memories. It couldn't be ruined, Serim was right. 

Minhee’s heartbeat lowered a notch. Rationalising helped, but it didn't erase the fact that he didn't get the needed time to adjust to existing without it around his neck. He felt lost. Just a small pup in such a big world. 

Seongmin dried off the tear falling down his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. “I know, Mimi, it still feels like the end of the world. Mommy’s so dearly sorry, but doesn't it feel nice to be in the bath ? With or without it, you’re still our precious puppy. Nothing can change that. You’re Mommy's and no one else's.” 

Mommy’s. “Mommy’s boy ?” He asked, surprising both his mommies and himself, usually fully nonverbal for at least an hour or two after such a scene. It was barely above a murmur, nearly lost in between the rumble of the heater and the water’s ripples, but they were still words. 

Serim’s hold got tighter. “Mommy’s boy,” he approved, leaving a kiss on his head even as it left shampoo on his face and in his mouth. “Can't get rid of us, pup. You’re mine.”

“He was mine first,” Seongmin childishly argued. “I’m the first one he called mommy. That’s my pup, I'm just nice enough to share.” 

“I’m the one who bought his first collar, and, he called me his owner before he called you mommy. I win.” 

“I bought both of his leashes.” 

“He wears my clothes the most.” 

A puff of air escaped Minhee's lungs. Then, as his two mommies continued to throw each other petty reasons, fighting about his ownership, he fully giggled — sleepy and tired and spent, but so endeared. Did they know he loved them equally ? Probably. They were merely putting on a show to make him feel better, and it worked.

When he fully relaxed again, hands finally letting go of his neck, the air shifted to something softer. “You’re the one he goes to when he needs to be held,” Seongmin commented, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the human. 

Minhee didn't need to see it to hear Serim's smile as he replied. “You’re the one he goes to when he needs to be pampered.”

You're both the ones I love. 

Finally, they went back to washing him, after agreeing that they were both kind of equals in Minhee's heart. Which would be right, even though Seongmin did state again that he was, chronologically speaking, Mommy number one. Silly mommy. 

Once he was rinsed off (Serim’s hand protecting his eyes from the soapy water while Seongmin used the shower head on the lowest setting possible to keep it soft on his abused skin), Serim was the first to get out of the tub. It felt cold for a moment, until his human helped him out, Seongmin immediately rolling him in a big, soft towel, pup-sushi style. His specialty. 

Drying off consisted more of patting him everywhere, and Minhee never laughed as much as when Serim used another towel to dry his hair, doing his very best, yet making it fluffy enough that his ears almost got lost in it. 

They took a mirror selfie, all three smiling ear to ear, with matching states of ‘we’ll definitely have to do something about these hairstyles first thing waking up tomorrow’. Minhee got a lot of kisses all over his freckles. He liked it very much. 

In bed, they laid out their towels over the pillows to sleep without having to take the hairdryer out. The noise would be way too much.

Minhee wound up on his tummy, wearing only a pair of boxers as his mommies smothered his back and neck with cream supposed to help healing. It felt almost like a massage. Using their low chatting as a lullaby, he fell asleep before he could say goodnight. Oh, how he loved them and their tenderness. 

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Minhee woke up again after feeling movement under the covers. His first reflex was a full body stretch, most of his joints popping in the movement. Damn, that felt good. Then he tried to understand who woke him up. There wasn't anything easier than just asking, so that’s what he did. “Who dat ?” He barely remembered to whisper, in case boyfriend number two, whichever one it was, was asleep. What time even was it ? 

“Just me,” Seongmin replied from behind him. Minhee turned this way, understanding that he was still in the middle. Nice.

“Why were you out of bed ? Looks like it’s still night.” 

“Only one second out of your dumb puppy headspace and you’re already controlling,” Minhee just knew Seongmin rolled his eyes. He didn't need to see it, it was just something he felt deep in his bones.

“Okay, keep your secrets. I didn't even want to know.” 

“I was literally in the bathroom because the baby discovered it could sleep against my bladder. I didn't even know it was big enough to be a problem yet… And then I remembered we still had lots of leftovers from the hot pot in the fridge so I ate my weight in meat, and now here I am because it’s 4 am. Does that answer your question ?” 

Minhee couldn't resist the urge to kick his boyfriend in the shin. “I’m your hyung, you should respect me.” 

“What a hyung… You were crying like a baby cuz I'm just that good at sex a few hours ago.” There was a beat. “Hah! I can smell your embarrassment, Hyung.”

“Shut up…” Minhee weakly fought, “I also cry during normal sex… And whenever I lose at a game. It’s not just you.” 

“Your defence is ridiculous,” Seongmin laughed, earning himself another kick in the shin, except that this time, he kicked back, starting a full on war, until another voice echoed through the room.

“Could you two fight to death somewhere else ? I have work tomorrow,” Serim grumbled, not moving his face off his pillow. The two hybrids couldn't help but giggle, trying their best at staying silent until they were sure the older was back in Dreamland.

“Seriously, though, did you actually maul me ? You two were talking about it like I'm missing chunks of skin.” 

“Not actually. It’s just, uh… kinda deeper than usual. I really feel like shit over it, by the way, it won't happen again. I’m genuinely shitting my pants at the idea of it leaving scars.” Hearing such a sincere thing from his cat, Minhee immediately went to nuzzle him, wrapping an arm around him. 

“It’ll be okay,” he reassured, sniffing around Seongmin’s neck where he could feel the bump of his own teeth. “I bit you. An eye for an eye, or whatever.” 

“That’s so not the same and you know it, Hyung. My job is not based on looking flawless. What if you get in trouble because of me ? Woobin Hyung already gave us the talk about our activities more than once because I always leave traces.” 

“Then I'll quit… Find myself something else, or just, I don't know, become a stay at home dad so you can do your stuff even when the baby’s born. I already have enough money to last a lifetime or two,” Minhee took a long breath, the familiar smell slowly lulling him back to sleep. 

“Hm... I like when you talk like that,” Seongmin said, a dreamy sigh following. 

“Like what ?” 

“Like everything is so simple. Like the baby is a really normal thing in our lives. Like all you care about is me, us…” 

Minhee kissed him right where he was, his hold on Seongmin getting a little tighter. “Cuz it is. I’ll be cheesy for a moment, but you and Hyung are all I care about. My job, how I end up looking after our scenes, the rest of the world, it doesn't matter. I have my pretty boyfriends and there's a baby on the way and we're rich. Why would I worry about anything else ?” 

“I wish I could think like you.” 

“Love you, Deongie, but it’s too late for our bi-monthly talk about your life-long anxiety. I’m tired, you’ve ruined me, we'll talk about it tomorrow at brunch.” 

Fighting hard to keep himself quiet enough to not bother Serim, Seongmin’s giggles sounded almost like he was choking. “Yeah. Brunch means 5pm for you sloth.” 

“Exactly, now sleep. I love you.” 

Maybe Serim wasn't exactly asleep, or maybe it was Pavlovian and his body felt the need to respond, but he also grumbled something like “I love you,” making them both chuckle. 

“Yeah. I’m too cool for that, talk to you once you’re awake tomorrow. Good night, Hyung.”

“I know you love me, brat.” 

“Shut up and sleep.”