This is a WooJong One Shot set in the universe of Moo! You can read it separately, but the setting will make more sense if you read Moo first ^^
Warnings for two smut scenes: Dom/Sub dynamics, bondage, choking

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Wooyoung couldn't believe he got roped into this. And not in the good way!

He had a regular day. A customer, who wanted a goose with a knife tattooed on their arm, cleaning his utensils and working station and going out for lunch with San and Hongjoong. He returned to EndEARing with the grumpy lynx, making it look as if they dumped San's body in the river on the way. Truthfully, the desperate donkey split off to woo the horse outside of his league. Sometimes Wooyoung wondered if Yeosang hung out with him out of pity.

Either way, Wooyoung was about to throw himself onto the couch in the back room and take a nap before his next customer arrived when a foreign number appeared on his phone.

Foreign as in from a different country.

Mindful of a scam, Wooyoung picked up. They often had visitors from overseas travelling to Switzerland to get tattooed, but they rarely called across countries. Scammers sure did.

"Ja?" He asked, not giving away information, but he didn't need to. An English voice replied from the other end.

"Wooyoung? Is that you?"

Clueless, Wooyoung ruffled his hair, his fur. A past customer, perhaps? But none of them were so chatty and close to him to call from overseas and address him so casually.

Switching to English, Wooyoung leaned back on the couch and threw one leg over the backrest.

"Who's asking?"

"This is Yunho!"

Puzzled, Wooyoung stared at his phone as if their favourite Englishman could see him.

"Isn't this the wrong number? Mingi isn't in today but if you want me to get him..." He began, but Yunho hastily cut him off.

"No! Excuse me, no need. I asked him for your number." Yunho sounded thrilled and though he was no hybrid, Wooyoung always envisioned him with a wagging tail. He rubbed his eyes, tired after his Anime marathon with San and Mingi last night. At least too tired to deal with their enthusiastic puppy right now.

Yunho visited their store for the first time about two years ago. He and their lovely Swiss Brown hit it off and had been flying back and forth ever since to visit each other. They were obsessed and Wooyoung swore Mingi's scent of strawberries thickened whenever he came back from a good fucking.

Not that Wooyoung was jealous or anything, but they were annoying, as couples were. Ever since San genuinely courted Yeosang, the horse hybrid working at the store down the street, no one bothered messing Wooyoung up that good. And if he was surrounded by people who had good sex or at least dreamed about having good sex with their favourite steed, Wooyoung got grumpy.

Not that he was looking for a relationship. A new dildo, perhaps.

"And what do you need?" Wooyoung asked with a sigh. He knew Mingi too well to agree to a threesome. He didn't mind sharing casual hookups, but Mingi was territorial. Maybe they could ask Seonghwa? Wooyoung was pretty sure their ibex was still a virgin.

And he would stay a virgin if he continued peeking at Hongjoong in secret. That lynx dated his job.

"You have to help me. I miss Mingi, so I want to come over, but I want to make it a surprise. Can you smuggle me in?"

"Into the country?" Not Wooyoung's repertoire. Maybe Hongjoong was their man after all?

Wooyoung stared at the cute characters and plushies San lined on the shelves while Yunho babbled. Some of Wooyoung's anime figures were up there, too. Mingi brought a mini replica of the London Eye after his last visit there.

"In general! Where can I surprise him? At home? In the shop?"

"We'd have to break and enter to get you into his home," Wooyoung hummed nonchalantly. As long as his hands were wiped clean, he could blame everything on their foolish foreigner.

"I was thinking of serenading him."

"Shit, not in the shop, please. We'll get you into his home somehow."

Yunho snickered, oblivious to Wooyoung's desperation. His dreamy sigh almost made Wooyoung gag.

"It can be like 'Helden in Tirol', the 1998 musical! I have been catching up on some movies playing in the Alps! Me, beneath his window, singing. Perhaps with a bouquet of mountain flowers? Him, looking adorable in his lacey sleeping robe. I could climb in through his window as if I were a secret lover and then he would moo for me so prettily and-"

"Whoa, whoa, that is none of my business."

Wooyoung rolled onto his stomach to kick his feet behind him in the air. His nap was forgotten, as Yunho's information about their relationship was oddly titillating. Were they always this passionate about each other?

Wooyoung also wanted that.

After another snicker, Yunho returned to his planning.

"I mean it; do you think it's possible? If you could make sure he is at home during a certain time of the day, I could also bring a guitar or so. For Mingi, I will learn a few chords."

Poor neighbours, Wooyoung thought, but he kept that to himself. Everyone and their grandma were asking Mingi on the street about the handsome foreigner he started dating. Yunho left a lasting impression at that cow beauty contest back then. Worst-case scenario, their romance rekindled the passion of old couples.

Some would find it cute. Wooyoung found it awful.

"How long has it been between you two?" Wooyoung asked, just to double-check how dire the situation was. He was sure Mingi told him a million times already since he always wailed to his colleagues about his chest feeling too full, about missing Yunho's cooking and about yet another video call they ended up pining for each other.

Not that Yunho was an awful person. Wooyoung found him quite alright, especially when he shut up Mingi's woeful mooing for his mate. (What was he, in heat?)

Wooyoung would never understand his bovine friends. Must relate to the milk pressure or something.

Simultaneously, Wooyoung found their wailing for one another worse than any TV couple who acted out their romance for extra drama.

"156 days."

Proving Wooyoung's point.

At his silence, Yunho winced. Probably tucked his tail in?

"Five months."

With a hum, Wooyoung played with his right ear. He considered getting it pierced as Mingi did, but Hongjoong warned him all his fluff might mess with the wound healing and with any jewellery he might try to get into place. The lynx's tall ears were unfairly decorated all over.

Damn those with short fur.

"Fine, I'll help you," Wooyoung grumbled because he was such a good friend and because he wanted those two to shut up already. It was about time Wooyoung sold Mingi off as Yunho's bride.

The marmot huddled into the pink blanket Seonghwa left lying around here. For whatever reason, Hongjoong usually claimed it but he was outside working, so it was Wooyoung's today. It smelled pleasantly of the ibex.

"You are the best," Yunho cheered. "Just make sure he is at home and clueless and I will take care of the rest!"

"Sure..."

While Yunho rustled about in the background, giddy with his planning, Wooyoung rested his eyes.

"If you don't need anything else, I'll go back to work now," he yawned, and Yunho squawked.

"Of course, pardon me! I'm chuffed about your help. Oh, actually, before you leave! I also wanted to mention I have a customer for you. My colleague will travel with me this time and he likes your work. Do you have a slot open next month? We will plan our trip accordingly."

Another Englishman on their doorstep. Not that their investment in the tattoo shop wasn't welcome, but how many more of them would come to babble around in their funny accent?

Wooyoung supposed he shouldn't be choosy. Yunho was basically part of the family now and as grumpy as Wooyoung might be in his envy, he appreciated Mingi found someone who treated him well. For years, Wooyoung and San had been afraid Mingi would end up in the hands of some abusive asshole who was only in for the milk.

"Sure." Wooyoung tried to remember his planner. There should be a slot somewhere.

"He can text me about the design he wants and I will set up an appointment, then you can book your flights, cool?"

"Delightful. Thank you so much, Wooyoung."

The marmot was already half asleep.

"Thank me by shutting Mingi up," he grumbled, and Yunho gasped anew.

"Does he miss me a lot? Oh no, should I go next week already? I can take some emergency time off and-"

"Just call him!" Wooyoung snapped and ended their call. He couldn't believe those two. Why was no one making so much effort for him?

Huffing, Wooyoung rolled up in Seonghwa's blanket. Its pink soothed him as he rested his eyes for a bit, instantly exhausted from the mayhem which was about to dawn on lovely Lauterbrunnen during yet another holiday.

After his nap, Wooyoung stumbled out of the back room, rubbing his eyes. Hongjoong was done for the day and filled out his form with meticulous letters. Nervously, Seonghwa fiddled with his fingers before him. He had decorated his computer with even more cute characters and they mismatched Hongjoong's grungy getup so much that Wooyoung wanted to cry in hysteria.

San was finally here and Wooyoung beelined straight for him.

"Fuck, those two are disgusting. And I still haven't been fucked in - what, a year?" He complained and the donkey's ears stood at attention.

"Who, those damn mice mooching about Yeosang?"

He had mentioned them before. Two young girls as Wooyoung recalled hearing before he shut his babbling out. The steed was the most handsome hybrid in their area, so it was natural he attracted many suitors.

Wooyoung was unsure what San thought he meant to Yeosang.

As far as he knew, however, Yeosang only allowed San to walk him home and give him kisses, though. Since San was a gentleman, they would be fine.

And Wooyoung wallowed in loneliness.

"No, I mean Yunho and our beloved Cowgi."

Curious, San snapped his gloves onto his fingers to work on some designs for practice. Wooyoung dropped onto the chair by his side and spun in circles.

"Our tea drinker called me to help with his plan of serenading Mingi under his window," Wooyoung shared, intending to share a good giggle, but San's eyes widened. The gloves came back off and he shot up in his chair.

Puzzled, Wooyoung waited for him to run to the toilet, but that didn't happen.

"That is a great idea; why didn't I think of that sooner?! Sorry, Woo, something came up. I must go prepare immediately." With that, he dashed for his coat and Wooyoung was left behind with his mouth agape.

"Are you fucking with me?" He scoffed, alone with Seonghwa when Hongjoong also departed with a chill 'bye' over his shoulder. Unbothered, the ibex tapped perfectly manicured fingertips on his cutesy keyboard. After a few moments, the silence became deafening, and the door didn't jingle again.

Alone with his work for the day, Wooyoung sighed to himself.

He supposed Yeosang's neighbours would also suffer soon.

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On the big day (TM), Wooyoung made sure Mingi left work early. He was supposed to be home and at ease by the time Yunho arrived. Dressed in a lacey gown with some candles lit and a bottle of wine, in the best-case scenario.

Yunho set up the pretence of a video call and told Mingi he wanted it to be romantic. After giggling about it all day with twitching ears, Mingi left work most giddy to prepare. His tail swished behind him when he hurried off and Wooyoung genuinely wished some good dick on him.

The ruse was successful. Mingi had no idea Yunho would show up in person. He hopped home in his cute new platform boots and Yunho would lie in wait.

Once they stopped fucking in about four business days, Wooyoung could catch up with them and gather the gratitude he had earned. Yunho utterly (hah) counted on him for this ordeal.

Since San couldn't keep his mouth shut, they hadn't told him of the Masterplan. Seonghwa knew and shared their cute cow's excitement. Hongjoong had rolled his eyes.

Since Wooyoung had his appointment with Yunho's coworker in the evening, he stayed late. Even Seonghwa left by the time their train arrived, but Wooyoung wanted to get it over with quickly and have some peace from British shenanigans. He had the forms ready to hand to Seonghwa in the morning and sat alone in the dim light of the shop to prepare the peculiar design of a red and blue Ouroboros he had been asked for.

In their chat, this customer had been thoroughly polite and well-spoken. Compared to Yunho, he even knew bits of German and used the polite 'Sie' with Wooyoung the entire time, even though Yunho told him they were close in age. He didn't sound as unhinged as Yunho, so Wooyoung had some hope to get this over with smoothly, but when he remembered Yunho worked in an office, he dreaded anew.

What if this guy was terribly stiff and upright? Especially if it was his first tattoo, he might be awful to deal with. Picky, annoyed with the result, or dodgy about paying.

In those moments, it was always helpful to have one predator hybrid in their store who could snarl in threat.

Gnawing on his lip, Wooyoung prepared his workstation. He hoped Mingi's date would go well, and that they married on the spot or something. They were cheesy like that.

After another half an hour, steps neared the door to the shop. The quaint streets lay quiet and the golden hue of the street lamps threw the shadows of Mingi's and Seonghwa's plants over the window. Wooyoung looked up the moment the door opened with its telltale jingle.

"Hallo?" A voice called with a decidedly British accent, but even then, his German was oddly melodious. Not so harsh as the language naturally insinuated. The voice speaking it was soft and Wooyoung's curiosity brought him out of his chair and around the corner.

"Coming," he announced as he stepped into their entrance area. He had left only the smaller lights on, setting a cosy mood.

When he laid eyes on his customer, he wondered if that had been a mistake.

He looked exactly how Wooyoung had feared him to look.

A black, tailored, three-piece suit with silver buttons and matching black dress shoes. The suit itself was modest and sleek, but it hugged the broad frame of the young man in a way that added a lot of accent.

His silky black tie was decorated with a silver pin that crossed a chain over the fabric and when he unbuttoned his jacket while he glanced around the room, Wooyoung may have drooled a tiny bit at the curve of his built chest.

He was incredibly hot, but not in a way Wooyoung could ever hope to appeal to. Was this what San felt like all day?

Wooyoung's unprofessional dim lighting and almost shady mood in the already cutesy store were tasteless compared to this classy and expensive figure.

Scrambling to make himself look more professional, Wooyoung straightened. He wore an oversized chequered shirt today that fell over his hands to expose his collarbone and a generous amount of cleavage to the air. His dangling earrings matched the silver of his glasses and Wooyoung self-consciously patted through his black hair and the brown ears, praying they looked somewhat presentable.

He grinned his best smile at his customer, praying he looked only half as shabby as he did.

"Hello there. I'm Wooyoung."

The suited man turned his head, and maybe Wooyoung might just come on the spot at this point.

The professional dark of his hair was styled to perfection, sweeping elegantly around his middle part. His features were serious, yet soft. The pout of his lips was like that of a doll and his round eyes might have been cute if not for their calculating intelligence. He was no hybrid, yet he gave off the aura of the most elegant and gathered predator.

When he eyed Wooyoung from head to toe, Wooyoung sweated. He looked like some wannabe cool kid and the person before him radiated maturity. Maybe Hongjoong could have dealt with him but for sure not Wooyoung or San.

Especially not San.

What was Wooyoung supposed to get him tattooed again? His name and a heart? An adorable little squish to match those features?

Fuck, he never had such big trouble concentrating before a customer.

The man held his left hand out, adorned by an elegant silver watch that suited him so damn well. Frazzled, Wooyoung switched hands to shake his, and he prayed his sweaty paw didn't bother the other.

"Jongho. Nice to meet you. I'll speak English if that is fine with you."

"Fine. Yeah, totally. We speak English here as well," Wooyoung chattered as if this wasn't Yunho's closest friend and he didn't know everything about the odd bunch of hybrids working here.

This was what Yunho looked at in his office all day? And he flew to Switzerland to date a cow here?

Not that Mingi wasn't attractive, but for sure not as much Wooyoung's type as this fine specimen.

When Wooyoung realised he had frozen with his hand still in that of his customer, he hastily pulled back, wiping his sweaty palm on his baggy jeans.

"Sorry. Uh, your full name? I need you to fill out a form for me, for data purposes," Wooyoung rambled down his usual speech. He needed to get a grip. This guy reeked of classiness and it was baffling he wanted to ruin his perfect soft skin with a tattoo in the first place. Wooyoung should walk him through this very carefully, so he knew exactly what was coming.

"Jongho Choi," Jongho replied and damn it, even his name was attractive. He sat down on the awful pink and fluffy couch when Wooyoung beckoned him to and his legs crossed elegantly. Wooyoung scurried around to get him his clipboard. He dropped the pen, picked it back up, cursed to himself, and handed the pair to Jongho without touching his skin because he was afraid of the strike of lightning.

This would become a problem later.

"Please fill everything out in English and ask me if you get stuck on something." Not that he would. He was probably twice as intelligent as Wooyoung and his nimble fingers played with the pen effortlessly.

"Ah, I also need an ID." Not that he doubted this guy's age. He could be the CEO of something, probably from the day he was born.

Jongho paused to get out his wallet first. Sleek and made of leather, of course. It was full of cards, looking thick when he whipped out his ID. Judging by his thighs in those slacks and the curve of his chest, Wooyoung had to wonder if other parts of him were just as girthy and if that was just him.

Shit.

Wooyoung accepted the ID and checked it beneath the light. Jongho... One year younger than Wooyoung.

The marmot gasped out loud.

"Something the matter?" Jongho asked, and his smooth voice soothed Wooyoung and made him so nervous at the same time.

With a distorted grin, Wooyoung shook his head.

"Not at all, sorry. I was surprised that you are younger than me."

"Ah," Jongho said as he accepted the card back. "Yunho mentioned most of you guys were his age, yes." He chuckled about it, unperturbed as he went back to writing.

For a moment, Wooyoung stood in the middle of the room dumbly. Then he remembered he had work to do and mechanically turned around to march into the back.

This was not what he had expected. Wasn't Jongho too hot to be undressing in a few moments? He wanted the tattoo on his upper arm, so he would have to lie down. Wouldn't he have to take off everything he wore on top?

Wooyoung almost dropped his tattooing needle.

How many hours did he have to spend with that devil? Four? Five?

Wooyoung wanted to wrap it up quickly, but he couldn't let his dick talk for him. This tattoo needed to be perfect, especially if it was a first.

Determined, Wooyoung assembled his machine and made sure everything was in order. When he returned to the front, Jongho just stood up, checking his sleek black phone with a subtle smile on his lips.

Texting his lover, most likely.

A mean stab of jealousy throbbed in Wooyoung's chest. The hot ones were always taken.

"Yunho arrived at Mingi's place in one piece," Jongho said, surprisingly. When he looked up at Wooyoung, the marmot took a long moment to remember they had shared friends. And that Jongho was on Yunho's side, rooting for Mingi the same way Wooyoung did.

"Oh," Wooyoung muttered. It slowly dawned on him that Jongho's smile was mischievous and that he was amused by the chaotic pair.

"Glad they are figuring it out. It's about time they move in together." At Wooyoung's nod, Jongho trailed behind him into the room at the back. He took off his shoes and jacket to place them neatly in the garderobe, standing in the vest that hugged his frame.

"I keep telling Yunho the same," Jongho chuckled. "All I hear is his whining about Mingi all day."

Maybe he wasn't so stuck up after all. In good humour, Wooyoung rolled his eyes. The mood between them had lightened, though Wooyoung was still self-conscious and cursed his choice of lighting.

"Story of my life. Come, I have prepared a couple of sizes for you to check out. Where do you want it?"

"Right, on my shoulder. Let me just take this off," Jongho said and all too quickly, he shed the vest and tugged his tie loose.

Heat flushed into Wooyoung's cheeks and he turned away. Trembling hands picked up items to put them back down in the same position. Fabric rustled behind him and Wooyoung gulped. In this narrow room, he picked up on Jongho's woodsy scent and it was delicious. It suited him and wasn't so heavy to give Wooyoung a headache and he loved it.

Wooyoung hoped some of his cologne was left so he would at least not smell of fear.

"Thanks for waiting," Jongho said and Wooyoung turned only to be hit by Truck-kun himself.

Jongho had taken off his shirt entirely and not only was he fucking ripped, he was also covered in tattoos of all sizes and colours. They crept from his collarbone to his wrists, teasing the line where his suit would hide them and there was barely an inch of him free to work with.

Wooyoung stood with his mouth agape, yet again.

Jongho's slacks framed the curve of his waist and his firm thighs and ass. He left the watch on and the sight of him checking it while standing shirtless pooled so much heat in Wooyoung's belly.

He almost fell when he made a step in Jongho's direction. Still smelling so good.

"Wow," he said, and it conveyed his thoughts honestly enough that Jongho looked down on himself.

"Ah, yes, I am the one who advised Yunho. Will you have enough space to work with?"

Wooyoung didn't know where to search for any because he was drooling looking at bulging muscles decorated with scenes of fairytales, with plants and trees, knights swinging red flags and steampunk gears. Jongho liked many styles, mostly fantastical and legendary, so it made sense why he wanted an Ouroboros, but Wooyoung was almost intimidated by all that.

He had a handful of tattoos, not as many as Hongjoong, but Jongho certainly took the crown.

"Up here," Jongho beckoned at his body carelessly, as if it wouldn't take days to study all the art he carried around with him all day. He beckoned at his shoulder and a few runes nearby, so Wooyoung had to stumble closer into his honey trap of looks and scent to peer at the patch of skin.

"I was hoping it could curl around this Thor's hammer here." Jongho showed him where and Wooyoung needed to tiptoe to see and this was getting ridiculous. The tattoo would circle Mjolnir and curve around Jongho's shoulder handsomely. He liked the idea, hysterical as he was.

"At this size, hmm, let me check."

Wooyoung had to print out a bigger size for Jongho to match the hammer, but he didn't mind. While the man idled behind him, Wooyoung got to clear his mind from his scent and his vision.

This would be a long night. And he hoped Mingi got down nasty with Yunho for all this. Wooyoung was talking werewolf fanfictions amounts of come and milk all over the place.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Wooyoung retrieved his print and stalked back over to Jongho to press the stencil to his skin. They contemplated in the mirror, but there wasn't a lot of room for alternatives, so Jongho was easy to please. Soon, he sat down on the bench and Wooyoung snapped his gloves on.

He couldn't get enough of this guy and his mysteries. How did Mingi ensnare Yunho? Wooyoung needed to find out if Jongho was free to be seduced ASAP.

But one trick, he had remembered. And he wouldn't pass up this chance. If Mingi did it, Wooyoung also could.

Surely, Yunho would have told his work friend about Mingi's methods, right? Right??

Awkwardly, Wooyoung peered down on Jongho's body. The man was at ease, his breathing level as Wooyoung picked the right needle and ink jar.

Now or never. He could shrug off his embarrassment if his seduction techniques didn't work out, but he might never overcome the regret of not trying to bag a fine specimen like this. Looking at the size of his thighs and the healthy trained muscles before him alone was enough to get Wooyoung drooling again.

"Pardon me. This is the professional working technique of this establishment. Please be at ease. You may have experienced other techniques, but this allows us the best working angle. Do tell me if you are uncomfortable," Wooyoung bravely said as he stood. Jongho stayed relaxed, but his hands lifted to his sides when Wooyoung swung a leg over to straddle his lap. The rush of excitement down into his belly was so sudden and hot he almost whimpered out loud. A moment later, he perched on that glorious body. Felt it fill the space between his thighs and their heat mingle.

Shit, Wooyoung couldn't concentrate. His mind was far ahead, imagined bouncing on Jongho's cock on this very table until its legs broke.

Clearing his throat against his daydream, Wooyoung settled at ease in his ripped, washed-out jeans. He dared to peer down at Jongho and found his face unreadable.

"Are you okay?" He checked and, after a pause, Jongho nodded.

"Yunho mentioned you do things differently here. Don't mind me and proceed," Jongho replied nonchalantly. Not irked by Wooyoung's scrawny form on him.

Was he married? Hm, no ring. Perhaps Wooyoung simply wasn't his type?

With a huff, Wooyoung drew his tablet in. He would make himself Jongho's type.

Working like this was awkward, and Wooyoung couldn't fathom how Mingi pulled it off. He kept bending low over Jongho and his cheeks heated until he hoped the light masked his shame. Since Jongho's hand had nowhere to go, it rested on his stomach at first but inched away when Wooyoung's bending over it aligned it with his crotch. Soon, it rested against Wooyoung's knee loosely.

"So... You're into fantasy designs, yes?" Wooyoung made small talk, uncaring if Jongho wanted to or not. He looked happy just scrolling on his phone, but Wooyoung couldn't let his chance pass. And he wanted to hear more of that soft, melodic voice.

"I read a lot. The impossible inspires me," Jongho replied and Wooyoung hummed. Under all that ink, Jongho's skin had a lovely honeyed tone and Wooyoung wanted to bite into the curve of his shoulder like an apple.

What did the English like? Strawberries? Tea? Should he bring up tea?

"Glad you picked my style. We have two other artists here." Though San was still in training and only did line work for now. Lettering.

"It suited my vision," Jongho replied, again so nonchalant while the breath stuttered in Wooyoung's chest.

He wasn't built for a man like this.

After a few minutes, Wooyoung's body already ached in his position. He pushed himself up with a low groan, shaking out his wrist while Jongho once more ogled his loose shirt. Did he peek into its fallen fabric while Wooyoung was bent over him? Did he?

Wooyoung gave him a winning grin, but Jongho looked less convinced by the minute.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Wooyoung had no idea what he was doing.

Insistently, he huddled down to finish at least the outline before he changed positions. Like this, he gave Jongho more than enough time to dare a peek or two.

As before, Jongho lay below him politely, not touching anywhere odd. Wooyoung shuffled on his hurting knees. He sniffed, and the needle dug into Jongho's skin.

Wouldn't it be so easy to throw it away, slide down and deepthroat Jongho? Surely, he wouldn't resist the free service, right? Maybe if he liked it, Wooyoung could just cockwarm him while he worked. Sure, he would take longer, but his work would still look impeccable.

"I hope this late appointment won't wear on you," Jongho said, polite to the bone.

"Fuck me," Wooyoung muttered back, not thinking straight.

"Excuse me?"

Shocked, Wooyoung jerked his eyes away to dip his needle into the ink. The realisation washed over him like an icy wave. To make up for it, he dug the needle into Jongho's arm, hopefully distracting him with the pain.

"Oh- I meant it's fine. I usually stay up late."

Wooyoung's fingers trembled. He wiped his sweat and continued. With his tongue tucked between his teeth, he slowly traced his stencil.

Damn, Jongho checked his damn attractive watch again.

"Do you have someplace to be?" Wooyoung asked, almost snappish. Yunho was busy milking Mingi, so it couldn't be that.

Jongho dropped his hand and Wooyoung flinched when it landed on his other knee. He had pulled away in time not to ruin the entire tattoo.

"Just making sure you take your breaks. You're trembling already. Still new to this?"

Offended, Wooyoung sent him a glare. Jongho stared right at his face and not down his invitingly dangling collar.

Bastard just had to make things difficult.

"I know when to take my breaks," he hissed. What, Jongho had a lot of tattoos so he thought he could belittle other artists? Maybe he wasn't as great as Wooyoung assumed.

"Then it might be your position. Come up here. I'm afraid you will get lost somewhere down there if you go any lower," Jongho reprimanded and, though it was kind, it infuriated Wooyoung. He opened his mouth for a loud protest when Jongho suddenly slipped his hands around Wooyoung's thighs, drawing him further up onto his stomach. The tug was effortless and though Wooyoung sat in an uncomfortable spot for Jongho now, the man was satisfied.

And he had been right. From this angle, Wooyoung's arms strained much less.

Wordlessly, Wooyoung bent back over him.

"I never had a customer wear a suit for a tattoo. You aren't worried ink might spill on it?" Wooyoung noted once more and somehow, his brain was void of all witty topics. Only the things he specifically noticed about Jongho came to mind.

Not that he was staring at the man like a piece of meat or anything.

"You are wearing a necktie as a belt," Jongho noted instead.

What a day to be making fashion choices.

But this meant that Jongho had been eyeing him as well, however subtly. The belt was mostly hidden under Wooyoung's big shirt, so Jongho must have checked out the fuckability of his hips and waist.

Pleased, Wooyoung shuffled against him to get cosy, not realising that meant grinding against Jongho's stomach.

"Do you think it looks cute? I doubt it's your fashion, but think I can pull it off?" Maybe Jongho wasn't the right person to ask and he should have inquired with Hongjoong, but Wooyoung for once got what he wanted. The shadow of two large and firm hands ghosted over his folded thighs and up the enticing curve of his ass. They checked the fabric and colour of the tie with the shirt and ultimately lowered to cup Wooyoung's glorious globes over his jeans.

Wooyoung didn't dare breathe. He kept pretending this was normal. After all, Jongho was totally invited to touch that booty. With his lip caught in his teeth, he didn't dare glance Jongho's way or move. Perhaps his tempting wriggling hadn't left suit guy so cold after all.

Before Jongho replied, his fingers ghosted over the brown tail which dangled from Wooyoung's pants. Though it was short enough to tuck away, he found it more enticing to be peeking from his baggy shirts when he stretched, as a little accent. Jongho's fingers found it and petted over the soft fur.

Wooyoung had stopped tattooing, and the needle hummed as he clung to Jongho's strong shoulder. His words resonated through Wooyoung's thighs.

"Your tail is cute."

Wooyoung whimpered. His legs clenched around Jongho's body and he ducked away from the dark gaze from him that seemed to read his every thought.

Jongho let go of his tail, so Wooyoung could continue working, but he didn't drop his hands entirely. Instead, he put them back on Wooyoung's butt as if he found the best resting place for them. Their heat was most welcome, but Wooyoung shrieked when they gave an appreciative squeeze that couldn't be played off as an accidental brush or mere curiosity.

Not that Wooyoung's behaviour could be.

"S-Sir-" He stuttered, scrambling to put the needle back to work, but he almost fell into Jongho's face when he suddenly had no more mercy on the squirming marmot.

"I like that. Keep calling me that."

Scandalised yet so turned on, Wooyoung glanced down at him. He prayed he wasn't hard enough yet that it could be felt, ready to take care of this during his break. Though he meant to crash into Jongho full force and sweep him off his feet, things were derailing quickly.

Jongho watched him wordlessly, not taking his hands away. He knew, of course, he knew. But was he serious or was he just teasing poor desperate Wooyoung?

With a big huff, Wooyoung went back to work. The outline was almost done, but he lost his sense to chat. He was keenly aware of Jongho's every twitch. Noticed more often when his dark lashes fluttered to look down on Wooyoung's chest.

It wasn't ample; it wasn't thick, and it sure wasn't full of delicious strawberry milk, but it was lean and pretty. Wooyoung worked hard on it.

And they could always improvise and just have him suck on Jongho's tits instead; no one here to discriminate.

Wooyoung must be crazy. How was he in so deep already that he philosophised about the healthy dynamic of liking anything on a desired person and vice versa?

"I can tell your mind is elsewhere. Will you tell me what you are thinking about?"

Wooyoung flinched. He wiped Jongho's arm and ignored the heat in his cheeks, in his belly, between his thighs. As if this could still be a regular tattooing session.

"N-Nothing," he winced. Then, without even looking at Jongho, the term came to him automatically. "Nothing, Sir."

"Nothing at all?" A smile carried in Jongho's voice and Wooyoung was scared to perceive it since he might pass out.

"Only about the tattoo," he lied.

For a moment, it was silent. A mocking silence as Jongho challenged Wooyoung's prior cockiness, which had evaporated the moment he sat on him.

But Jongho was only just beginning his game. And when he spoke, Wooyoung choked on his spit.

"So... You're not thinking about me taking off this necktie belt of yours to tie it around your neck and use it as a leash on you? What a shame. You would look lovely with it."

Wooyoung had to lower the needle entirely before he might stab Jongho with it in a way he didn't want. He pressed a hand on Jongho's chest to push himself up and away, weak to his heat and his scent, but Jongho's grip didn't let go of him. He also didn't hold Wooyoung down, but Wooyoung submitted to it so easily. Loved the firmness.

"W-What are you...?"

Head wiped blissfully blank, Wooyoung winced when Jongho tugged on his tail playfully. He never lifted his eyes off of Wooyoung and the marmot squirmed on top of him.

Jongho's eyes were dark and so intense. Unreadable and cold, yet Wooyoung knew they would twinkle if he was good. That soft voice lured him, almost made him purr.

"I can feel you grinding against me, baby. Are you trying to get me hard? Do you want my dick inside you to make you stop trembling?"

Helpless, Wooyoung lowered his head. His dark hair fell before his eyes, but it couldn't hide the telling blush from Jongho.

"Answer me."

Pudding in human shape, Wooyoung hastily nodded.

"Y-Yes," he confessed. It was humiliating, but Jongho also unveiled his thoughts. They were on the same wavelength and Wooyoung had almost forgotten about the tattoo. Hell, he would tattoo Jongho's every centimetre of remaining skin for free if he got to sit on his dick while he was at it.

"I would like that... Sir." The tip of Wooyoung's tongue dashed over his lips.

Pleased, Jongho hummed and Wooyoung must have hit his head somewhere and be dreaming because no way was this handsome person squeezing his ass right now while in the middle of a tattoo session.

"How about this... You get to cockwarm me and once you finish your work, I'll fuck you into the tattooing bed; would you like that? But only if you can hold back from coming before you are done."

So weak to his authoritative voice and firm demands, Wooyoung squirmed against the heat inside him. He nodded with another whimper, desperately pressing his hips back against Jongho's hands.

"Then get me some lube, hm, baby? I'm sure you have some stored to fuck yourself with your fingers on your breaks."

"Yes, sir!" Wooyoung scrambled, panting like a dog as he raced to his bag. Of course, he carried lube, for quick fucks with San on the couch back then, and for desperate moments to sink his fingers into himself by now. Jongho saw through Wooyoung so easily and Wooyoung couldn't be any giddier. He adjusted his pitiful cock in his pants as he returned, eager to do well for Jongho.

When he climbed back on top, steady hands guided his trembling limbs.

"You're a little sweetheart, aren't you? So desperate. Why is no one fucking you, hm?" Jongho purred as Wooyoung bodily pressed up against him to continue his work and do well. He shamefully rubbed his chest into Jongho's, arching his back, when Jongho swatted at his butt.

"Everyone already found someone else to fuck," Wooyoung complained. He whimpered when Jongho unbuttoned his shirt for him, roaming curious fingers over his chest to flick at his hardened nipples. When his hands travelled deeper to unravel Wooyoung's necktie belt, Wooyoung couldn't believe he was in the studio, at work, barely hidden by a curtain to rock back into the hands undressing him. Glorious hands with such firm fingers. He bet Jongho could make someone come on those without his wrist ever aching.

"So you ride on your customers often?"

Wooyoung shook his head, lifting a leg so Jongho could throw off his pants. He dribbled over his stomach pitifully and Jongho left him in the shirt which slipped off his shoulders invitingly as he lubed up his fingers. Wooyoung moaned when the first sunk into him.

"N-No, just you, Sir. Since you are so handsome."

"Am I handsome?" Jongho grinned, and Wooyoung nodded, forcing himself to focus on his work. The finger inside of him was thick and hot, massaging the flutter of his walls.

Wooyoung couldn't come yet. He promised.

"So your hole is only so loose since you often play with it yourself? Do you use toys?" Jongho continued as he squeezed at Wooyoung with his free hand while his fingers wriggled deeper. They massaged at Wooyoung's spots, making his thighs twitch and his cock drool over Jongho's inked skin.

"I-I do."

"How do you like them? Big? Girthy?" Another finger slipped in, pressing right onto Wooyoung's prostate. He yelped, holding on to his tattoo needle for dear life.

"I- ah, I like them all, sir! Even the smallest ones feel good."

"How sweet of you. But you should have some standards. Weird guys with small dicks aren't worth your time, are they? They can't properly satisfy you."

Overwhelmed, Wooyoung shook his head and nodded and didn't know anymore what to reply. Concentrating was so difficult, as he wanted nothing more but to give in to the heat and melt apart.

A smack landed on his behind, making him lurch. He clenched around Jongho's fingers, almost drooling onto the freshly tattooed spot.

"Not worth my time!" Wooyoung wailed everything he could remember. Everything felt too good already, especially their incriminating setting anyone could walk in on. And Jongho's trust that Wooyoung wouldn't scrawl all over him with permanent ink.

With a third finger, Jongho tested his give and scissored against his soft hole. Then, when he was satisfied, his belt clicked. The condom wrapper Wooyoung carried with the lube rustled.

Excited, Wooyoung shuffled into position. He kept the surprise by not looking down, and a moment later, he felt the fat head of Jongho's cock kiss at his rim. Trembling, he braced against Jongho's chest, taking a brief break from tattooing to relish this moment. Though Jongho slicked himself up, he kept the slacks on, not bothering with more.

Wooyoung loved it.

"There you go, baby, take it slowly. Don't want you breaking so soon," Jongho cooed when Wooyoung sunk back against him. There was a bit of a stretch but it was easy to endure and Wooyoung loved the fullness that came with it. As he slowly sank down, he realised Jongho was as girthy as he had prayed, and he stretched Wooyoung out so well.

With a pornographic moan, Wooyoung rocked back against him. His shirt fell over his hands when he braced them on Jongho's chest, but another slap stilled him once Jongho bottomed out.

"Until here. You will warm me, not fuck yourself on me. Only good boys who finish their work get their reward, right?" Jongho whispered. He sounded mean, but Wooyoung scrambled to obey.

"Y-Yes, sir!" He promised, and he huddled back down, moaning at the shift of Jongho inside him. He was hot and Wooyoung felt his every throb, clenching enthusiastically.

But Jongho was cursed with steely patience. He trapped Wooyoung's hips in his grip, keeping him still to play with his tail while Wooyoung worked. And no matter how he whimpered and dripped over him, Wooyoung got no opportunity to fuck himself on Jongho.

The next two hours passed painstakingly. The minuscule brushes and the heat of their joined bodies kept them hard, but neither of them found relief. Wooyoung was soon squirming and whining because Jongho filled him so well and he needed him to move, but Jongho didn't budge. He waited patiently as Wooyoung broke out his colours and the whirr of the tattoo needle mixed with their harsh breaths.

Working on autopilot, Wooyoung could only think of what would happen once he was done. Of how good of a fucking he would get. He worked the ink into Jongho's skin, not even realising how permanent of a mark he got to leave on him. He only felt his cock inside, stretching him out so deliciously.

"Hmm, are you done soon?" Jongho asked after those two hours. The tremor in his voice gave away his impatience and Wooyoung bit his lip. Playful fingers danced over his nipples.

"A-Almost," he promised. He tried to do well despite his hurry and Jongho appreciated it. To reward him, he reached between Wooyoung's splayed thighs and brushed warm fingers over that leaking tip. Wooyoung was so tense, so desperate for any stimulation. He yelped, collapsing on top of Jongho to jostle their bodies tighter.

"Your tattoo will be wobbly!" He warned, moaning anyway when Jongho's fingers slipped down his length, treating it as if it were so small.

"I trust you to make it pretty. And otherwise, every hitch in the line is a lovely reminder of tonight, isn't it?" Jongho snickered darkly and Wooyoung whimpered, unable to hold back when Jongho stroked him. He couldn't come, he needed to be good, needed to hold out.

He was on the finishing touches and Jongho knew because Jongho had countless tattoos. When he noticed Wooyoung switching to the other needle to finish up, his hand's pace quickened, and he kept Wooyoung pinned against his body to roll down against him. Helpless, Wooyoung squirmed and moaned, almost unable to see through his rolling eyes. He couldn't balance the needle and it fell onto its tray when the need in his belly bubbled over and he came all over Jongho's chest, ruining the sanitary working station.

Hiccoughs and cries fell from Wooyoung's lips. He was mortified because Jongho was still hard inside of him and the look in his eyes was so disappointed.

"Oh no," he tsked. "We were so close, baby; why? Didn't you want to have fun together with me? Quite selfish of you."

His dismissal stung, and Wooyoung cowered against him.

"No, please! I'm sorry, I will never do it again. Please, you can use me however you like," he begged. With a long-suffering sigh, Jongho lifted him off his delicious length and Wooyoung fought back, wanting its release in him, but he didn't get it. Jongho tugged his boxer briefs over his hard length and tucked it away for Wooyoung to go back to work. His disappointed eyes didn't look at the marmot any longer.

"I'm not interested in bad boys who don't listen to my orders," he tutted.

Crushed, Wooyoung finished the tattoo in the mess he made. He tried to dip low, even licked up some of his come, but Jongho was unfazed. He waited until Wooyoung was done and slid down from him to wrap up.

"I'm so sorry," Wooyoung whimpered with tears in his eyes. He wanted to be good, but he ruined it.

Jongho sat up while Wooyoung disinfected his skin. He looked down on his pitiful form, the loose shirt over his nude body and the lube glistening on his thighs.

Intimidated by his intense gaze and broad form, Wooyoung didn't dare raise his eyes. He took a quivering picture for Jongho and handed him his phone to check. Meekly, he ducked his head and fiddled with his long sleeves while Jongho studied the results.

"Hmm," he said and Wooyoung bit his lip. He dreaded the worst, dreaded to be spit at and discarded like a prostitute at half the price of the tattoo. He couldn't concentrate at all, and Jongho was still incredibly hot before him.

"It's beautiful."

Surprised, Wooyoung lifted his eyes. His glasses slipped down his nose so he fixed them to stare at Jongho's subtle grin, bewitched. It looked so handsome on his features.

"Do you... Do you like it?" Wooyoung whispered, glad he did at least this right. His hope brightened his features, and Jongho's gaze softened.

"I do. Thank you," he said genuinely and Wooyoung was relieved. Though he couldn't please Jongho at the same time, at least the tattoo was a success.

"Come here, hm? I will give you your payment," Jongho invited and Wooyoung nervously came closer. They were dirty, and he had yet to wrap Jongho's wound, but he wouldn't disobey again. If Jongho was in a hurry, they could get dressed afterwards.

But the moment Wooyoung was close enough, Jongho didn't grab his wallet. His hand found Wooyoung's waist, spinning him around to bend him over the tattooing bed. Brusque hands shoved up his shirt to unveil his rosy backside and twitching tail.

Jongho pressed up against him with a guttural moan at the sight of Wooyoung's scrawny form below him.

"Hope you can get out another," was all he said, before he used the strength he had on him to pin Wooyoung's hands onto his back. Wooyoung's confused sound turned into a guttural moan when Jongho slipped back into his heat, perfectly shaped just for him. Without pause, he rocked right back in, knocking the breath from Wooyoung's chest.

"You feel so good," Jongho panted as he reached for the tie, slinging it around Wooyoung's hands to keep them in place. He lowered more of his weight onto Wooyoung, fucking him roughly from behind until Wooyoung's legs quivered and fell open by themselves. Finally going, he wailed into the plastic film on the table, pushing back needily against every thrust. He loved it when Jongho spanked him as punishment, craved his breathy gasps.

"S-Sir-" Wooyoung wailed and Jongho reached around him, caging him in with his arms. His full weight bore down on Wooyoung, taking his breath away as he was rammed into from behind. The position nudged his filling cock into the bed.

To silence his noises, Jongho slipped his fingers into Wooyoung's mouth, grabbing hold of his tongue between his index and middle fingers. Wooyoung panted and drooled all over him, eyes rolling back when the thick cock inside him jabbed right at his prostate.

After being edged for so long, neither of them held out. Wooyoung whimpered and wailed, trembling all over when his body couldn't take this position anymore. Jongho forced him through, didn't let up even when Wooyoung's legs gave out and he hung in Jongho's grip. The squelches between them became quicker and Wooyoung choked on his fingers, spasming around Jongho.

"Good boy, taking it all," Jongho huffed as he buried to the hilt. "Shall I come inside you? Shall I ruin your hole so you are leaking all over yourself at the reminder on your way home?"

Wooyoung couldn't answer, just gargling against his fingers. In response, he rocked his hips quicker and the moment his sensitive tip couldn't take the friction anymore and erupted, Jongho also stuttered in his tight clench. He fucked his orgasm deep into Wooyoung, holding him pinned until his back hurt and he could barely breathe anymore. Those thrusts were the most delicious, carrying Wooyoung through his high until finally, blissfully, they slumped.

Harsh breaths panted into the heady air. The windows were fogged up from the inside.

"Fuck," Jongho groaned as he stood on trembling thighs. He pulled back and all of his energy left Wooyoung worn. He hadn't been fucked this well in a long time and he wanted to stay right here, a pool of goo.

Jongho padded away and returned with the kitchen towels from Hongjoong's workstation. Cautiously, he knelt between Wooyoung's legs and nudged his entrance open gently, coaxing out the lube that took embarrassingly long to resurface. He couldn't clean all of it, but Wooyoung didn't want him to. He wanted it dripping down his thighs on the way home.

After taking care of him as well as possible, Jongho helped Wooyoung back into his pants and boots, not disturbing his trance on the table. Only when he turned him around after undoing his bindings to close his shirt, some clarity returned to Wooyoung.

Jongho's eyes were gentle and full of warmth.

"Feeling good? Everything in place?" He asked, looking so cute again all of a sudden with his many tattoos.

Wooyoung grinned dopily.

"Hell yeah."

They snickered and Wooyoung stayed seated to dress Jongho's wound, not trusting his legs. Once it was done, Jongho transferred the money. It came with a gracious tip that had Wooyoung thank Jongho with a shy blush. His customer shrugged his shirt on while Wooyoung watched with a glow of happiness.

"Will I see you again?"

"I hope so," Jongho replied, leaving no doubts. Flowers bloomed in Wooyoung's chest at the idea of being more than a quick fuck for a night. "Yunho will organise some group activities, so let's both go, yes?"

When he noticed he still had Wooyoung's tie slung over his shoulder, Jongho sheepishly returned it. His smile showed his gums and adorable teeth when he buttoned his vest shut.

"You didn't leash me," Wooyoung noted as he put it back around his waist.

"We had no safe word. Maybe next time?" Jongho offered and Wooyoung hid his treacherous grin to the side.

"I'll see you around," he promised and he couldn't be more giddy about it. After the marmot refused to be walked home, Jongho left into the night and Wooyoung stayed until he felt his legs again. While he cleaned up, he kept grinning to himself and when he checked his phone before bed that evening, Jongho had sent his private phone number in Wooyoung's work chat.

-

When Mingi sent a message into the group chat exactly four days later to organise a meeting altogether, Wooyoung patted himself on the shoulder. His genius was unmatched.

San and Hongjoong were in to listen to Wooyoung's suspicious humming while he cleaned up his working station before they met Yunho and Mingi up at Sudwald-Stübli. It was a bit of a trek, but Wooyoung figured those two would need the fresh air after going at it like rabbits for four days.

Though he looked forward to seeing them and hanging out with Yunho for the few limited hours Mingi allowed him to leave his embrace, Wooyoung's head was stuck with Jongho. He and Wooyoung had texted sparsely since Wooyoung was so bashful, but he found out Jongho lived in a separate holiday flat from Yunho and spent his time exploring the nearby sights. Though Wooyoung meekly offered himself as a tour guide - not that he knew the first thing about showing anyone around - Jongho had declined. He enjoyed the solitude away from London.

Unsure whether that meant he was simply not as clingy as Yunho and Mingi or if he limited his interactions with Wooyoung to mutual sexual pleasure, Wooyoung left it. Now that they had a reason to meet, however, he was in the best of spirits. San kept sending him suspicious glances.

"Will Yeosang be there today?" Wooyoung asked him when the donkey looked ready to point out his suspicious behaviour and, immediately, San was distracted by being over the moon with his horse.

"He will be. I bet he will look gorgeous," the smitten donkey sighed. As if that reminded him, he rushed off to change his clothes and groom his hair and ears. Though suit pants and a partly unbuttoned shirt might not be the best fit to climb a mountain with, Wooyoung wasn't one to judge.

He also brought a set of pretty clothes today, showing his sugar side. While nowhere as spectacular as Mingi in accentuating his animal side, Wooyoung could look put together.

He donned one of his long oversized sweaters, which Mingi fondly defined as making him 'look breedable' and the glasses from the day he met Jongho. To look even cuter, Wooyoung combined his dark hair styled in curls on his forehead and white sneakers. Seonghwa paid him a compliment when he came in and Hongjoong asked what the occasion was, so Wooyoung called this a success.

Once everyone finished their work, they packed their things. San kept tapping on his phone to affirm a meeting spot with Yeosang so they could walk up the hill together. Wooyoung retrieved his bag and locked up behind everyone.

Yeosang met them at the crossroads and he and San ambled behind to swing their intertwined hands while San charmed his favourite steed. Dimples out, chest flashing, pulling every register. If he hadn't looked so pitifully desperate, Wooyoung would have laughed about him.

Hongjoong had his headphones on as he stalked ahead to lead the way up to the Alps. The restaurant they were meeting at was a traditional Swiss chalet and though Wooyoung had never gone, Seonghwa was dreamy about its interior and the sight across the mountains. When Wooyoung asked him who had brought him out on a date there, the ibex blushed and waved it off.

Since Wooyoung walked next to Seonghwa, he could tell his friend looked forward to revisiting this place. His steps feathered with joy and he smiled to himself, as if reliving memories from the last time he was here.

Wooyoung wanted the tea, but he was too distracted by the cosy hut that came into view up ahead. It was built of wood and flowers decorated its windowsills charmingly. Since it was a sunny day out, Yunho and Mingi picked a spot outside on the terrace and the pink cow hybrid's tail flicked where it dangled from his seat next to Yunho.

Opposite them and dressed in classy black even today, was Jongho.

Maybe Wooyoung's stomach swooped the tiniest bit at his vision. Today, he didn't wear his vest, but the rest of his suit was still there. The tie was gone, leaving his top button undone to show the tattoos inching up his skin.

Wooyoung patted his cheeks. Hongjoong lifted his hand in greeting.

Yunho noticed them and Mingi was about to stand to say hi, when his boyfriend pressed him back down by his shoulder.

Maybe this trek so soon hadn't been a good idea after all.

Wooyoung snickered to himself.

"Hello everyone!" Yunho cheered as he waved them over. Hongjoong took off his headphones for a brotherly hug and Wooyoung rolled his eyes when Yunho coddled him with all his might.

"You look adorable today. Thank you so much for your help," he cheered in Wooyoung's ear and Wooyoung - drowning in his huge frame - just patted his back.

"Seems like it worked out just fine. Still feeling your legs, Mings?"

Mingi grimaced when Wooyoung bent down to hug him.

"Seeing them is my reassurance. Not that I can complain. How are things at the shop?"

"Lonely without our lovely cow to decorate the room," Wooyoung sighed. He made eye contact with Jongho but they weren't so close to hug, so they exchanged a smile. Praying his eyes would linger to check out Wooyoung's fit, Wooyoung beckoned Seonghwa over. The ibex's English improved a lot in recent times, but he was still timid about using it. Assured everyone could speak comfortably, Wooyoung accompanied Hongjoong into the building to order while Yunho swooned over Yeosang.

In the cosy hut decorated with wood and collections of antiquities, the scent of food and baked delights filled their noses. So many cakes awaited them here and Wooyoung couldn't even choose from all this.

"Welcome back," the owner greeted Hongjoong. "What can I get you today?"

Hongjoong listed off the menu everyone had shared in the group chat. Wooyoung announced he would pick on the spot, but now he was overwhelmed by the choice. As he pondered the counter, the click of fancy shoes sounded behind him. Before he could move aside, a hand found his waist and squeezed it through the loose fabric of his sweater. When he was pulled against a suit-clad chest, Wooyoung peered up.

"Hey," Jongho greeted him with that gentle voice. He smiled at Wooyoung and the marmot beamed back. Inside his stomach danced a whole circus.

"Hi. Do you look this hot every day?" He just had to ask. Not that he didn't like their contrast, but should Wooyoung invest in expensive brands to look fitting to Jongho's side? Self-conscious fingers tugged on his sweater paws.

"I'm trying," Jongho chuckled, shy at the compliment. "And you walked up here looking this cute?"

Affected, Wooyoung bit his fingertip. He wanted to squeal at this easy flirting, loving it so much.

"Just for you," he confessed, and Jongho subtly exhaled against his neck. He smelled good today as well and Wooyoung lolled in it.

Before they could get raunchy in the restaurant, Jongho directed his gaze at the display.

"What do you like to eat? I'm paying."

Suppressing a grin, Wooyoung returned to his crisis.

"I'm vegetarian, so... Perhaps I'll just take a sandwich," Wooyoung shared his pondering. If there was too much he wanted, he had to narrow it down so he wouldn't ramble.

Jongho had him point out the one he liked and considered his own choice.

"Vegetarian, so what's your favourite fruit?"

"Oh, I prefer berries over fruit," Wooyoung babbled, happy about the attention. Jongho was wearing his handsome watch again, and he wasn't hesitant to address the employee behind the counter in his limited German.

Jongho got the lunch menu of a salad and bread for himself and the sandwich for Wooyoung. Not stopping there, he also ordered him a piece of blueberry cake and apple juice instead of water.

As often as Wooyoung clowned San for his dreamy gaze into the distance when he thought about Yeosang, Wooyoung doubted he was any better today.

He followed Jongho back outside once he had paid.

"Thank you," he smiled, and Jongho winked at him. They made it back to their table, looking inconspicuous. Since everyone else already sat down, they ended up next to each other. Wooyoung had Hongjoong opposite him and San to his right.

"Not drinking milk today?" Wooyoung noted when their drinks came out and Yunho preferred water. He sent Wooyoung a look and Mingi snickered to himself.

They tried not to taunt their pair too much and instead talked about Yunho's work back in England and the development of the shop. Yeosang shared he would host a stall at the Christmas market this year and San demanded everyone would come to empty his stock.

Relishing the sun and their laughter, Wooyoung had fun with everyone. Occasionally, Jongho's thigh pressed into his and sent the spark of something warm into his belly.

Once their food arrived, Wooyoung held his sandwich in both hands while he ate. Seonghwa teased him, telling him his roots came through and Wooyoung blushed at being made fun of, but Jongho looked as if he found it cute.

They spent a couple of hours there and then took a walk over the fields. Mingi's walking wasn't as bad as Wooyoung expected, so Yunho was just overly concerned. Yeosang shyly weaved a flower crown for San and the donkey wore it full of pride. He even got to kiss Yeosang's cheek in gratitude, and the horse flushed handsomely.

Slow and unhurried, Wooyoung and Jongho walked behind on their way back down to the village when the skies blushed. His shyness kept Wooyoung shenanigans at bay and he kept glancing at Jongho and his attractive vision. Jongho showed no signs of noticing ,but he knew.

Yeosang had to part from them first, and he thanked everyone for the meeting and the fun he had.

"Let me walk you home!" San insisted, ever so worried someone might steal Yeosang away in their quaint town.

A year back, Yeosang looked bothered at being babied. Now, however, he rubbed his nape and allowed San with a nod.

Wooyoung would throw a party once those two finally did the nasty.

They split off and promised to see Yunho again before he left Switzerland.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa also lingered.

"You taking this way home?" The lynx asked and Seonghwa nervously looked down the darkening alley. He could also take the main street, which made him feel safer. He usually did.

Wooyoung was baffled when he nodded. Seonghwa hated that road with a passion because the trees moving in the wind always startled him.

Memorising the gossip, Wooyoung saw them off with sugary smiles. He accompanied Mingi and their two Brits back to their holiday flats. Yunho stayed at the same place as last time, but Mingi needed a fresh set of clothes before they could continue being glued together. So while they wandered to Mingi's place first - Wooyoung seeing them off by telling them not to pull something and keep hydrated - the roads split for Wooyoung and Jongho as well.

They lingered under a street lamp.

"Thanks for today," Wooyoung said. Even when they were in a group, Wooyoung recognised Jongho's efforts and attention to him. He meekly shuffled his feet about.

After a moment of contemplating him and his cute outfit, Jongho nodded his chin at the building he stayed in.

"Wanna come back to my place? Or do you have work in the morning?"

Heat rushed into Wooyoung's cheeks since that question insinuated a lot. He bit back his smile.

"I... I don't."

Jongho tilted his head, waiting patiently. A moment later, Wooyoung nodded. He followed Jongho to his flat and watched him whip out the key to bring Wooyoung inside. Nervous fingers knitted into each other and Wooyoung loved this feeling of being pliant and taken care of.

Since Jongho only stayed for a holiday, the flat remained neutral. Jongho had neatly sorted his clothes into his closet and his cologne sat on a drawer. While Wooyoung took off his shoes, he noticed the laptop and stack of documents which accompanied him.

Jongho padded into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of wine from the shelf. He had two glasses to go with it.

"Wine is fine by you, yes?" He checked with Wooyoung and the marmot nodded mutely. He sat on the couch while Jongho poured him a glass and relaxed into his side. Attractive in his suit around their cosy setting, Jongho swirled his glass with one hand. The other one supported his chin, watch twinkling, as he studied Wooyoung and the softness of his ears.

"Tell me about yourself. I barely know you do fantasy tattoos and are a cute sub."

Wooyoung spluttered. His legs tucked up on the couch so he could curl up, getting cosy under the scrutiny. Being aware of Jongho's gaze made his insides feel funny, so he glanced at the floor instead.

"I'm a marmot, and I grew up in Zürich. Started tattoos instead of going to uni. I like anime," Wooyoung summarised about everything there was to say about him. Hearing himself say it, he sounded lamer and nerdier than he had hoped.

"And you are doing your job well," Jongho finished, sipping his wine without breaking eye contact.

Feeling funny, Wooyoung bit his lip against his smile. He sipped his wine slowly, but he could tell it loosened his tongue and the strain in his limbs.

"What about you? Have you grown up in London?"

"Oxfordshire. I couldn't avoid uni because of my parents. Lots of pressure in the richer parts of the area. It was their idea to get into insurance and it pays well."

"Judging by the looks of your body, I'll just have to assume your hobbies happen outside of work," Wooyoung snickered. In that regard, they were opposites. Wooyoung found the countryside boring and craved the bustle of bigger places with more people. But for his work, he stayed.

Jongho hid the party below his suits.

"They sure do. Most of my interests aren't quite what my parents desire from their educated son, but I'm a grown adult now and I have a good job. They can't complain about the ink on my skin and about the pretty boys I sleep with. Well, if they knew." The twinkle in Jongho's eyes was mischievous and Wooyoung was down bad. He loved the bad boy hiding behind the perfect facade.

Invested, he huddled closer, breathing in Jongho's cologne. Jongho sat at ease, body lax, and splayed out.

"Is there a boyfriend back at home? Or a missus in a spectacular pretend marriage?"

"None of such, I'm not that type of douchebag," Jongho assured with a grin. "Not that I expected to find someone who struck my fancy here, but I suppose neither did Yunho."

Smug, Wooyoung leaned back.

"Swiss boys just have that charm," he huffed haughtily and cherished Jongho's giggle.

"Yunho probably said the same to Mingi, but you could get rich if you relocated to London. Lots of people there who need some good tattoos," Jongho advised, and Wooyoung believed to hear the slightest tinge of wanting to have him closer. Of making it easier to see Wooyoung.

After all, they both witnessed Yunho's and Mingi's struggles.

"Hongjoong would be down, but San is trying to build a family here and Mingi wilts in big cities. No, I think our dynamic works best here," Wooyoung sighed. It was a shame it didn't work out, but such was the curse of falling in love with someone far away. To cheer up Jongho, he added: "But I would love to visit London sometime and Mingi can be my travel buddy. I'll just need someone to hang out with me while he gets laid."

"You could get laid at the same time, with a view all across London," Jongho offered with a winning smile and Wooyoung lifted his hand to his blushing cheek.

"My, my, who could refuse such an offer? High enough up that no one will see us against the window?"

"Totally."

"Fuck, that has always been a fantasy of mine. You have my vote."

They snickered with each other, light-hearted in the dim lights and the cosy evening. Soon, winter would come barrelling down the glen with its masses of snow and Wooyoung would get grumpy and sleepy all day. But while Jongho was here, summer seemed to drag out.

Wooyoung was starting to understand why Mingi kept sighing for Yunho. And though San did the same, he only had to walk down the street to pester his crush.

"You are always welcome to drop by. I'll show you around and take good care of you," Jongho promised before the topic could drift from their grasp. Wooyoung pondered him with a twinkle in his eye.

"So, when you are taking good care of me over yonder, I have to take good care of you here, right? What do you want me to do? Show you an alp? Teach you to milk any cow other than Mingi?" Wooyoung put his wineglass on the table before them and crawled over to Jongho's side of the couch. He traced his fingers over Jongho's left arm, which rested along the back by now, pushing up his sleeve just far enough to touch dark ink.

"Or are you more interested in personal relaxation? I could massage your shoulders or wash your hair for you. My steady hands do all of Mingi's bomb nail art if you are willing to try." Teasingly, he curled into Jongho's touch when it caressed his jaw. His wine glass also clicked on the table so he could give Wooyoung his undivided attention.

"Sounds tempting."

"Do you have a favourite?" Wooyoung fluttered his lashes at him, leaning in close when Jongho's thumb skimmed over his ear, making him shudder.

A firm hand patted Jongho's thigh.

"You could get down here."

"I'd love to," Wooyoung purred and slipped from the couch in an enthusiastic hop. He parted Jongho's thighs, awed by the feeling of his suit under his fingertips. The fabric was smooth and expensive and Wooyoung eagerly peered up at the dark-clad man above him.

Jongho relaxed on the couch, never taking his eyes off Wooyoung as he massaged his fingers into his firm thighs and then traced them higher to Jongho's button.

"Don't get my suit dirty," Jongho ordered as his fingers brushed through Wooyoung's hair, tangling in it to guide his movements. As Wooyoung rubbed his cheek against the forming bulge in his underwear, he blinked up at Jongho from doe eyes.

A muttered curse fell from his lips. With a swift hand, he retrieved a couch pillow and handed it to Wooyoung for his knees. The marmot winked at him when he got cosy.

"You got a leash for me?" Wooyoung purred against the twitching length in his face, relishing the obscenity. He led his hands behind his back by himself, well-trained not to touch himself while he was doing this.

While Wooyoung tugged down the elastic of his underwear with his teeth, Jongho stretched to reach for the belt resting on the table. It was sturdy, made of leather, and Wooyoung drooled just looking at it. When Jongho wrapped it around his neck gently, making sure the pressure wasn't too tight to hurt Wooyoung, his touches were warm.

"Tug on my sock if it becomes too much," he warned, and the plea in his eyes cared for Wooyoung's wellbeing.

But he didn't know yet just how nasty Wooyoung liked it.

Wooyoung grinned at him.

"I will." With that, he freed Jongho from his pants and buried right in his soft flesh, breathing in his scent. He adored how Jongho swelled against him, how the thick of his flesh offered so much to play with.

Hungry, Wooyoung mouthed down on his side, mouthing it wet so he could easily swallow it. He relished the taste, not too soapy since Jongho had no time to take a shower yet, but also not too musky since he had good hygiene. Obsessed, Wooyoung leaned into his strong thighs, focusing on not getting his drool on his suit.

The hand in his hair was gentle yet authoritative as it pressed Wooyoung down, had him sucking on those phenomenal balls as well. The grip of his leash tightened and Wooyoung panted against the gasp it stifled out of him. His head got woozy in the best way and by the time Jongho finally pulled him down on his dick, Wooyoung was craving it like candy. He gasped his moan against it, loved the feeling of the squishy tip against his lips and the glide of their fluids in his mouth.

Expertly, he kept his teeth far from Jongho, easing down eagerly to prove himself. His lips were made for this, his mouth big, so he loved having it filled until his jaw ached.

Jongho adjusted his seating so the belt wouldn't dig into Wooyoung's neck at their angle. His hand slowly forced Wooyoung deeper until a gag just barely brimmed in the back of his throat, but he held out until Jongho buried Wooyoung's nose against his pubic bone. He swallowed, straining against his instinct of forcing the intrusion back out. Desperate hands clutched into each other as he leaked a spot against his jeans.

"Good boy," Jongho praised with Wooyoung's hair in a vice grip. He rocked his hips shallowly, watching Wooyoung's eyes roll back behind his askew glasses when Jongho rubbed against his throat.

Wooyoung could come untouched from this, he was sure of it.

"Taking it so well, keep it up." To release him, Jongho pulled back enough that he could breathe against his tight collar. He stayed in far enough that Wooyoung got some reprieve between thrusts yet fit like a glove when he hollowed his cheeks.

Every hum and moan he sent down Jongho's juicy cock was meant. Wooyoung throbbed in his pants, in love with the feeling of light-headedness from his leash choking him. Jongho had wrapped it around his fist, steering Wooyoung's head to bob back and forth down his length. Spit and precum dripped down Jongho's hard flesh messily and tears formed in Wooyoung's eyes, but he loved it.

Squirming against his self-imposed restraints, Wooyoung held up when Jongho's moans gained in volume. He wanted to see him cum this time, wanted those thighs flexing around his shoulders to pin him down and crush him as he fucked down Wooyoung's throat.

Whimpering for more even when he thought he was dying, Wooyoung shuffled closer, relaxing his jaw so Jongho didn't have to hold back and could enter his throat all the way for his last few thrusts. He groaned, holding Wooyoung steady so he wouldn't get hurt and through his tears, Wooyoung saw his hand unbuttoning his shirt to expose his overheating, inked body before that handsome watch came back down to Wooyoung's head. He coiled his tongue against Jongho to invite him in, massaging the pulsating flesh.

Jongho's thighs strained against Wooyoung's sides, quivering and Wooyoung spluttered at the easy slide down his throat, aching so good.

Jongho tensed when the tension took over and abruptly pulled back. Wooyoung's head lolled, woozy from the lack of oxygen and he rested on Jongho's thigh when he came all over his face and crooked glasses. Wooyoung drooled onto his leg, still catching his breath while Jongho slumped onto the couch, exhaling a shuddering breath. His fingers tucked Wooyoung's hair behind his ear, checked on the forlorn gaze in his eyes and loosened his leash so he could fill his lungs with air.

"Shit, you're good at this," Jongho groaned when he swiped a thumb over Wooyoung's cheek, gathering up his come to feed it to him. Content, Wooyoung sucked on his finger. He was proud not to have touched himself, though he did ruin Jongho's pants.

Wooyoung bet he loved marching into the dry cleaners to get cum stains cleaned from his slacks. Bet he loved the blush on the employee's face. He was filthy like that.

Wooyoung's throat felt raw and his voice was scratchy when he chuckled at Jongho. He picked him up from the floor to clean his face with a tissue and they cast the glasses aside to polish later. While Jongho shrugged off his jacket, Wooyoung happily sat in his lap and played with his leash.

"Want me to take it off?" Jongho asked, worried he had done too much even when Wooyoung didn't resist.

"No way," Wooyoung rasped. He startled at his voice, but Jongho's chuckle found it cute when he caressed Wooyoung's hair once more. They got cosy and Jongho calmed from his heat. Still, he left his shirt unbuttoned and Wooyoung peered inside it curiously.

"Can I check on your tattoo?" He was worried they started fucking too soon into the recovery period. No sport for 48 hours and Jongho fucked him twice and trekked up to an alp. That wasn't exactly good tattoo care.

"Go for it," Jongho invited. He reached for his wineglass and fed Wooyoung a gulp before the marmot went to unbuttoning his shirt entirely and brushed it off. Awed with all that ink and the solid muscle, he traced his fingertips over Jongho's abs and pecks while he checked on the wound.

"We should put fresh cream on it," he fretted, about to stand up to search for it, but firm arms wrapped around his waist. They pulled their bodies flush and Wooyoung moaned brokenly when his rock-hard dick ground into Jongho's body.

"You sure you don't want to do that later?" Jongho teased and Wooyoung squirmed, quickly losing his composure.

"I don't want it to rip," he whined, shuddering when Jongho's hands travelled down his back to grab at his behind. His fingers nudged against Wooyoung's hole through his clothing and the marmot squirmed when his tail got no peace either.

"Stop," he squeaked, pushing at Jongho's chest without meaning it. Shoving was a marmot's way to show affection and his ears twitched treacherously when he relished the delicious-smelling trap of the other man.

"It will be fine," Jongho muttered as he nosed over Wooyoung's jaw. "I would feel awful letting you walk around tending to me before I could repay the favour."

"Just repay it later," Wooyoung whimpered, putty in his arms when his head fell back to expose his neck for Jongho to nibble on. He pressed kisses to the leash and the skin above, tugging with cautious teeth that sparked just enough pain to make it feel good.

"Let me-" Wooyoung fought one more time, but Jongho had enough of it. Wooyoung's squirming on top of him had him twitching with new interest, so he rolled them around to press Wooyoung down the length of the couch. Finally comfy, Wooyoung looked up at him, startled. He was rumpled, his sweater pushed up to expose a line of his soft stomach. Jongho traced it with reverent fingers.

Quiet at being shoved down, Wooyoung sighed when Jongho leaned over him. The weight of his broad body was delicious when he breathed in Wooyoung's scent.

"You smell good."

Preening, Wooyoung ached into the hands pushing up his sweater so Wooyoung could finally ride him and get fucked with that leash on. This time, Jongho stripped him bare until only the belt around his neck remained and they made a further mess of his suit pants to make cleaning it worth the trip.

-

Wooyoung hated how he had become just like Mingi.

The day Jongho needed to leave Switzerland, Wooyoung perched on his couch and watched him pack his bags. He sulked since he felt there was so much more time to spend with each other. So many dates to go on and so much fun to have.

Wooyoung fell fast, and he fell hard and everything he had ridiculed Mingi for had become part of his own life.

His pout made Jongho coo when he passed with his spare suit cradled in his arm.

"I'll miss you as well. We have two friends to ask about how to make this work."

"You can't count on their advice. They whine about missing each other all day," Wooyoung huffed, leaning into the fingers caressing his ears, but they couldn't absolve his misery. Over in Yunho's flat, those two were probably none the better.

Wooyoung couldn't believe that after all this, their gay Spanish donkey was the wisest of them all.

"I will wait for you in England. Visit me once Yunho does. I promise to save myself for you," Jongho assured him while he put his clothes in his luggage. Wooyoung was wearing his pyjamas after staying over last night. His body was pleasantly wrecked after their last hours embracing each other and though Jongho told him to stay put and relax, Wooyoung disliked sitting idle while he got ready to leave.

"Needs are needs. You can date around if you need to. Just no other marmot," Wooyoung grumbled while he spun plans. He never left the country and was frankly terrified of travelling alone, but surely, Mingi and he could motivate each other?

Damn insurance jobs and their limited possibilities for home office. Although Jongho's position had a better outlook on it.

If he even wanted to. Wooyoung doubted they had become so close that he would move just for Wooyoung. No, Wooyoung needed to take more holidays to see him.

Jongho's curiosity was piqued. He had rolled up his sleeves to work, looking unfairly handsome and Wooyoung's body still throbbed, but he pondered if there was enough time to bend him over the couch once more.

"Why not a marmot?"

"Marmots are awful," Wooyoung huffed. "They aren't monogamous. The more into the animal instinct they lean, the bigger their harem. I may be a marmot, but I can't stand the thought of my person of interest having more people to kiss than just me."

"So, possessive," Jongho grinned, invested in the lore about hybrids. He learned a lot about cow hybrids via Yunho, but Wooyoung didn't exactly need to be milked.

He blushed when the thought reached his mind. The shine in Jongho's eyes.

"No, I- I just like being the only one. When the relationship is fixed, that is." Wooyoung turned away with a huff to hide his sulking. For a moment, he had his peace, then Jongho crouched before him. The depths of his eyes were full of compassion to Wooyoung's upset.

"Thanks for looking out for me," he whispered and Wooyoung squirmed away to hide his blush, but a gentle hand caught his cheek. When Jongho leaned in, Wooyoung froze under the fluffy blanket he brought for his sleepover. Soft lips met his own and Jongho's kiss was so gentle and adorable, his lips so plush.

After a moment of tension, Wooyoung melted into him. His eyes fluttered shut to respond to the sweet kisses, and he felt Jongho's charming smile against his lips when he kissed back with all patience.

They pulled apart with matching sighs of yearning. Jongho leaned his forehead into Wooyoung's, cradling him in a hug.

"I won't kiss anyone but you," he promised and Wooyoung stubbornly fought his tears. He nodded, grateful for this loyalty. After years of hopping around fleeting partners, Wooyoung found someone with a genuine interest in only him.

Jongho was heaven sent. Wooyoung should complain about lacking a million customers next.

"Glad to know my marmot doesn't tend to harems. Most humans don't either," Jongho chuckled when he stood. He glanced outside the window and Wooyoung could see Mingi and Yunho at the crossroads, saying their seventh tearful goodbyes to one another.

Not that they wouldn't meet again at the train station, but they needed time. Wooyoung supposed the air outside made them emotional.

Jongho zipped his sleek black suitcase shut.

"It might take some time to arrange London, but Yunho could relocate soon because they will die of yearning otherwise. He has prospects to return here in winter. Would you be interested in me coming along for a visit?" He suggested as he shrugged on his coat. Wooyoung also stood to get dressed, and his hips ached in the best way.

"Don't bother. I am not in service in winter."

"Why not?"

"I hibernate." At Jongho's incredulous look, Wooyoung shrugged. "Maybe not as much as actual animals do, but I am too low on energy to do my work. Or to get screwed like that, fuck." He groaned when he bent to pick up his shirt and Jongho came over to help him. They put on their shoes and Jongho tied Wooyoung's scarf for him.

"You can change your mind anytime if you want me to be here during winter. I can bring you food. Build a nice dark burrow for you. Whatever a marmot mate would do for you. Well, aside from having a harem, maybe."

Wooyoung loved how easy bantering with him was, and he hated that this meeting was so fleeting. He supposed he had to thank Yunho for bringing his colleague over, but he would also curse their circumstances eternally.

They left the flat together and made their way down to the train station. They, too, halted at the crossroads for some privacy so not the entire gang would witness their development.

Tears stood in Wooyoung's eyes. Tonight would be crying and ice cream evening with Mingi. This time, mutually.

"I'll see you soon," Jongho promised as he kissed Wooyoung once more. His tender fingers caressed the fluffy ears atop his head and Wooyoung cherished every second.

If for no other reason, he and Mingi should travel to London soon to have a serious word with their lovers' management about the mental health of having time with their partners.

As the last summer breeze whirled through Lauterbrunnen, Wooyoung looked forward to seeing Jongho again.