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Lu Han didn't expect anyone, much less Kyungsoo, to be sitting in front of his door when he returned from playing soccer in the park, but there, indeed, sat the cat: a bundle of dark hair and round eyes peeking from in a patterned hoodie with his short tail tucked over his ankles."Kyungsoo? Are you alright; should I...call Jongin?" It was strange to see Kyungsoo out alone; he and Jongin were very devoted to one another, but he got a bit lost at times, wide eyes simply not paying attention as he wandered where the will took him. He'd lived on the streets for most of his life and still had a bit of wanderlust in his veins.So Han figured he'd call Jongin when he got into his apartment.He didn't expect the cat to lunge at him and pin him against the door. "Kyungsoo?!" Large eyes, darkened with lust, slanted dangerously. Kyungsoo seemed to harbor something of a crush on Han, and when that urge hit him, he sought him out.Han grinned nervously, trying to stay calm while chanting anxious profanities in his head, and managed to unlock the door behind his back and trip into his living room.Kyungsoo caught himself on his hands, back end in the air, and looked up at him. He looked quite demonic, Han thought. His tail whipped to the right, twitched, and whipped back to the left. The shaking triggered a memory in Han’s mind: Cats loved a game of chase. They were natural hunters.And Han was the only prey.When the cat bent his knees, imitating the starting position of a sprinter, Han knew he was going to be fucked—literally—if he didn't act fast."Why don't you have a seat while I call Jongin?" It figured the day his cell battery died and stayed in his bedroom was the day he was targeted by a horny cat. If he could make it to his room, there was a lock on the door.Mistake number one was assuming he could make it. While not nearly as agile as their felis domesticus cousins, hybrids still carried an extreme advantage over the average human.Mistake number two was turning his back on Kyungsoo to run.Mistake three was not telling Kyungsoo "No." right away. Even in the lusty haze of his mind, the cat was still well-behaved and appreciated the ethics of polite society.Han made it maybe three steps before collapsing to the floor. Kyungsoo leaned over him and and buried his nose in Han's hair, pressing kisses to his nape.The throaty purr was felt before it was heard. Kyungsoo rubbed himself all across Han's back. If he went near any other cats for a week, they would know he'd been with Kyungsoo.Which meant Jongdae, his neighbor's cat, would probably feel very put out and subject Han to more territorial scent marking than usual. He seemed to think the neighborhood belonged to him."Kyungsoo..." Han didn't really want this right now. Or any time. He wanted a shower and a phone to call Jongin to retrieve his horny cat.Kyungsoo purred louder in his ear and dropped his hips to grind against Han's butt.Han’s face flushed red, but he couldn't find his voice to say much of anything, anymore. He was too embarrassed and turned on. Who knew Kyungsoo, standing at a modest height with a rather slight built, had the strength to pin a soccer player to the ground?Previous attempts by Kyungsoo to get to Han had been thwarted by Jongin, Han himself, or even by Minseok, once, who managed to manhandle Kyungsoo long enough to let Han hop on his bus home. Maybe this time, Han just wasn't thinking. Maybe it was bound to happen sooner to later, because he never rejected Kyungsoo. He diidn’t encourage him—not outright—but he never firmly said “No,” because he didn’t want to. It was just weird, knowing he’d been a stray and was now relying on Han’s friend.Whatever the reason, there were no words between them. No attempts to push Kyungsoo away. No attempts to escape to the safety of his room behind a locked door. Han became a pliant puddle of limbs and merely groaned a little bit when Kyungsoo's clever fingers skittered around his hips to tug his shorts down his thighs. Some time after his usual dinnertime, judging by the growling in his stomach, Han heard a knock on his door. He didn't feel like moving to answer it and hollered for whomever it was to just let themselves in. The only thing he did feel like doing was hide in his room, away from prying eyes and pawing hands, but with a lap full of cat, he couldn't move, so he settled for snatching a pillow and holding it to his face as Jongin toed off his sneakers."Smells like sex in here," he commented airily."Mmfh."Jongin crouched beside the sofa, shaking his shoulder. "You alright?""Nuh.""I didn't catch that, hyung."Han dropped the pillow with a cross scowl. "I said no.""I tried calling you when Kyungsoo left earlier," Jongin grinned sheepishly, "but your phone was off.""The battery's dead.""Oh.""You could've called Minseok," Lu Han criticized, covering his face again. "I waf paying wif him inna pahk."Jongin frowned. He hadn't even considered that. Shrugging, he ran his fingers through the soft hair between Kyungsoo's ears. He cracked an eye open but closed it without comment, purring low.After minutes of the purring vibrations tingling in his thighs, Han flung the pillow off his face again. "Do you have any idea what he did to me?" he cried.”Sorry, hyung,” Kyungsoo apologized, as his purrs grew louder.”Sorry, hyung,” Jongin parroted.”You don’t know what ‘sorry’ is, Kim Jongin!” Han sulked.”Why is it only my fault?” Jongin made a face and pushed at Kyungsoo to get up to go home. “Jongdae hyung isn’t going to be happy,” he sighed.”Fuck Jongdae,” Han muttered. He flinched at the claws in his side. “It’s an expression!”Kyungsoo finally sat up and stretched, putting on a casual show deliberately rolling his head to either shoulder. Reddish bruises dot his throat. He stood and pulled his sweatshirt on, whatever urge that had possessed him not even hours before completely gone.Han felt a little neglected—like some conquest loved and left, spurred on by a bet.Jongin opened the door for Kyungsoo, stuffing his feet in his shoes. ”See you later, hyung. Charge your phone.”Han threw a pillow at the door as it closed.