Hi! So this one shot uses the same set of characters as my MOO series, but in this one we aren't in Switzerland, but in a different universe! So... Cowgi cinematic universe? Cowgi AU? Something like that. We'll return to the Switzerland version soon, I just need Cowgi in every universe, so I will write some random spin offs haha

Smut is at the end, warnings are for the usual stuff! Male lactation, hybrids, animal characteristics, etc. There are also people getting shot, but it's not super graphic

Enjoy reading, Cowgi rise!

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"This is Agent Moo, I'm in."

Gloved fingers snapped the carabiner attached to the rope from his hips. Mingi left it to dangle at the window as his emergency escape route in case things went haywire. Nice and tucked out of view.

"Copy that, Agent Moo. Go to the end of the hallway on your left. The conference room is the last door on the right," a familiar voice replied through his earpiece. Mingi glanced through the room another time, making sure nobody was hiding in an ambush inside the unassuming office. As soon as he found himself alone, Mingi made quick work of his belts and patted down his thighs to adjust his gun holsters to sit snugly on his skin without any risk of slipping. His tail flicked behind him, pink and white fur groomed nicely, but he knew it would be gritty again after this mission.

He checked his shoelaces, his backpack, and then tugged futilely at the zipper of his shirt. The skin-tight fabric clung to every dip and curve of his torso, leaving no opportunity to get loose fabric stuck somewhere. But he must have grown out of this one because the zipper had been stuck just below his chest the entire time. The one time he managed to squeeze it shut, it had opened in the middle.

"Also, I need a new top. This one is not doing its job properly," Mingi groaned as once more, the zipper wouldn't shut and exposed a sliver of cleavage and pink spots over his skin.

"Naturally," Seonghwa replied dryly in his ear.

Mingi was a cow hybrid, one of the scarce few in his field. He worked for a secret governmental organisation, the EAR, who helped the police with cases that were too risky for regular officers. It was an action-packed field, demanding extreme physical health and concentration. A lot of hybrids worked for the special forces, but those were usually carnivores. Natural hunters with their heightened senses and lightning-fast reflexes. Like Mingi's friend Hongjoong, who was a lynx.

As a milk cow, Mingi had it hard getting into this position. Needed to train twice as much and was critiqued twice as harshly. But he made it. He was here. One of the few bovine field agents. His horns were too small to serve as weapons and he often got his ears or tail pulled, but he was proud that he could keep up with those faster and stronger than him.

Counting on his wit and his quick draw, Mingi's heavy boots carried him through the room. He wore all black, though he usually preferred whites and pinks, but it was a company policy. When he cracked the door open a sliver to peer his pink head of hair down the corridor, he found it empty.

"You're clear. Lift's also empty," Seonghwa muttered in his ear, guiding him securely through the office maze. He was also a hybrid, an ibex, but not at the front lines. He sat safely inside their base, typing away on his computer.

Mingi dashed out into the corridor, pulling one of his guns but angling it into the air so it wouldn't harm any lost civilian inside the building.

They were on a rescue mission for some hostages taken by the corrupt CEO of a huge insurance company. When an ex-employee exposed some depraved secrets related to fraud, the CEO named Lee threatened to blow up the building and everyone inside. Hence, Mingi's team was hot on his heels. Lee had been in the conference room until earlier, but it had been abandoned since. Hongjoong kept watch from the roofs while Mingi tried to find and free the hostages.

He kept his breathing flat, his steps soundless as he darted across the carpeted floor. His ears twitched when he heard his own breath, the clinking of that useless zipper against its teeth.

"Any traces of the hostages?" He whispered for Seonghwa as he checked the rooms he passed before he ran by, making sure he was truly alone. Lee vanished without a trace and his helpers patrolled the huge building.

"Not yet, but there is interference in our lines," Seonghwa grumbled, trying to figure out where the frizzing noise came from. Mingi used the moment to eavesdrop at the door of the conference room. He crouched on the wall beside it, quietly checking the magazine of his handgun. No voices sounded from inside, but there might be a dozen bodyguards who would turn him into Swiss cheese before he got a moment to aim his gun.

A moment later, Seonghwa's voice reached him again and this time, he sounded urgent.

"Moo, another company is here. We just spotted their vehicles."

Mingi ducked into hiding next to a decorative plant. The area was silent, so he allowed himself a minute to hiss into the receiver.

"Shit, why? Who?!"

Other morons bumbling around could ruin the entire mission. The police gave them the clearance. Every other building nearby had evacuated swiftly and quietly so they wouldn't alert Lee. What was this about?

"Those newcomers from England. Dagnabbit! This is no tea party. Pull back, agent, there are too many of them swarming the building right now," Seonghwa urged him and Mingi gritted his teeth.

"But I was here first! We are so close now!" He was worried about the hostages. Hongjoong mentioned seeing them getting hit. If EAR pulled back now, it might be too late.

"Lee is moving! Get out of there!"

With a curse on his lips, Mingi rolled into the opposite room. He didn't have time to close the door as voices got loud near the staircase. A moment later, footsteps stomped up to his level.

Damn them. Lee could make a quick exit now.

"Mingi, quick! The closet!" Seonghwa screeched at him as Mingi flung himself into the small storage room. They had seen one on each floor on the blueprints, but this one was crowded with a vacuum cleaner and other cleaning utensils. Mingi shoved between them and closed the door silently, holding his breath.

Too many footsteps outside. Lee was on the move and his people came up to search the area. Seonghwa typed furiously on his keyboard, trying to get the other agents in there to cause a distraction so Mingi could get back to his rope and escape.

Damn tea drinkers ruined everything.

Mingi's gun jerked up when he heard steps approaching his closet. They were quick, as if the person on the other end knew he was in there. Gun pointed and muscles tensed to the tip of his tail, Mingi awaited the attack.

But when the door flung open, the other man barely spared him a glance. He backed into the narrow space hastily with the same rush as Mingi did moments prior. As he moved to tug the door shut, Mingi's arm was already around his throat, stifling all sounds. He was looking at a tall man, human, with dark hair but young. He was dressed in similar gear as Mingi with his gun drawn, but he was wise enough to hold still when Mingi pressed his pistol against his temple.

"Not a word," the hybrid hissed. Lee's bodyguards were in suits. Was this one of those famed Brits?

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Mingi asked in his ear, having to tiptoe to hold him even when he was a big guy. Their bodies were cramped together in the closet, but both of them held as still as they could so Lee's men wouldn't hear their scuffle between bleach bottles and window cleaning supplies.

"Jeong Yunho. English agent," his prisoner gagged out and Mingi loosened his grip enough to allow him to breathe. Not an enemy.

"Song Mingi, Switzerland. I'll lower my gun now. What the fuck are you guys doing on our mission?" Mingi shuffled as far back as he could, but they were still pressed against each other, bones jutting into bones painfully. Mingi's spare gun was squeezed into Yunho's thigh and Yunho's holster slung around his torso pressed into Mingi's ribs.

"More guys than you estimated. We thought you'd need backup," Yunho winced, but he also lowered his weapon, leaning back slightly to look at his captor.

Mingi huffed. This was not the time and place to argue, but they should know better than just barging in on an ongoing mission.

Lee's men scouted the area, opening doors and yelling orders over each other. Mingi listened with strained ears, unaware of Yunho's wide-eyed stare as he scrutinised his appearance. The soft ears and velvety white horns, skin-tight clothing, nervously flicking tail. The noise outside didn't calm down, but no one came for their room, so Mingi spared him a glance and found Yunho ogling his cleavage, eyes twitching back and forth from the corner of the lame cleaning closet to the meal squished in front of him, both because of their position in the small closet and Mingi's vest.

The cow rolled his eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

Yunho's ears flushed scarlet. He was surprisingly sweet for his height, shy and with big eyes. Reminded Mingi of a puppy. At being called out, he hastily glanced at the ceiling, but Mingi could see it behind his face how he couldn't get the sight of his soft chest and its pink spots out of his mind.

Pervert.

"Sorry. Nothing, just never saw a cow in the force before," Yunho saved himself but bit his lip a moment after.

Mingi cocked his head.

"What's that supposed to mean? You think I'm bad at my job?" Nevermind, he was yet another asshole of many. They weren't enemies, so Mingi wouldn't shove him into the line of fire, but god, he didn't want to put up with one of these idiots today. He had enough of those in his training unit, mocking Mingi's appearance and his disadvantages, as if they weren't in the 21st century and hybrids had been working all jobs for decades.

But Yunho winced at being called out.

"Sorry, no, that's not what I meant. I think it's cool." He gulped, trying not to make everything worse. He risked a peek at Mingi's unimpressed face, studying his features. Once more, he blushed, just out of nowhere.

What, they sent some rookie into the field? Could he not deal with some skin showing?

Mingi observed him from narrow eyes. They stood thigh slotted between thigh, just barely leaning far enough away from each other to talk without seeing double. One of Yunho's boots was on the carton for some mop, awkwardly angled so the door would stay shut. Mingi was halfway on the shelf, hovering above him while partly supported by the warm body of the other agent.

Whoever opened that closet would die from a quick hail of bullets, but until then, it was stuffy and too tight. Though Yunho didn't smell too bad. Kind of refreshing.

"Is it not... You know, uncomfortable?" The other agent muttered since they were stuck until the floor was clear of enemies. They had a moment to breathe, though Mingi's senses strained for the voices arguing outside.

"What do you mean?"

Yunho ducked his head, reconsidering his words. But curiosity won.

"When the milk, you know? I hear it gets pretty intense for canines in heat sometimes, but they just use the excess energy in battle. It can get pretty ruthless, from what I hear. Do you... have something like that?" He asked, genuinely curious, but Mingi had to look at him as if he went insane.

Was this the right moment to learn about cow hybrid anatomy? In the middle of a mission? Was Yunho actually a rookie, or was that just how Brits were?

"Those are some pretty racist remarks you're making there," Mingi noted and once more, panic flashed through Yunho's doe eyes.

"No, I'm sorry! This is coming out all wrong. I was just curious about you. You're a very cute cow," Yunho stuttered and then bit his lip. He hung his head, not even trying anymore. His blush had taken over and won.

Mingi was surprised only for a moment. Then he understood.

"Oh, that's why," he snickered, flattered by how flustered he made Yunho. He thought himself quite the looker, but not everyone was into cows, especially not humans. Almost nice to get a compliment in this unlikely closet.

"Thanks, but I'm also a very deadly cow if taunted. And this is not the time and place. You need to shut up."

The voices drew nearer now, multiple armed men tramping down the corridor.

Yunho recoiled as much as he could, mortified to have ruined it.

"Sorry, sorry. Let's call it a truce. I didn't want to-"

"Hush! Listen!" Mingi's hand flew up to press against his lips on time when the group entered the adjoining room. Mingi recognised Lee's voice immediately. His body tensed, but he forced himself to stay still, not risking giving them away because his foot knocked over some sponges.

"Fucking Brits. Are we clear?" Lee barked at his henchmen. Five men, perhaps six. They stopped searching the rooms once Lee showed up. Yunho must have run from them too.

The brit had stiffened under his grip, finally realising their situation. He didn't dare move, frozen in place by Mingi's side. Shallow breaths heated the palm of his hand as Mingi strained his ears to listen.

"We brought the hostages to the car park. By the evening we are out of the city. The police will hand us a nice bounty," one of Lee's lackeys replied. They sounded smugly satisfied, as if the operation was still going according to plan. Did they expect special forces to rush in?

Seonghwa would have an eye on any movement to and from this building. He listened to the conversation via the bug on Mingi, silent as a grave, so he wouldn't stir someone up.

"Are they intact?" Lee huffed and Yunho subtly shifted his head away from Mingi's hand so he could breathe. Mingi let his fingers drop to Yunho's shoulder, not thinking twice about irrelevant personal space right now. They were on a mission and their lives hung on a thread. Yunho would survive some body contact.

The other agent was staring at Mingi's twitching ears as they concentrated on any small hint of how to get to the hostages.

"Some bitch was trying to bite me so she deserved a slap but all are alive and breathing, yes," henchman number two grumbled. Yunho shifted, somehow restless, and Mingi struck him with a withering glare. He might not be as frightening as a sharp-toothed carnivore, but he still had his gun in his hand and he would use it to threaten Yunho into being still if need be.

"Stay put!" He formed with his lips, carefully bracing his boot against the wall by Yunho's side in case he had the moronic idea of dashing out there. Yunho squirmed, then he bit his lip and nodded. His ears were red again and yet another gun at his belt was squeezed against Mingi's hip. They held their breath before they could get caught.

"Good. Get them out of here and we'll go into hiding. I'll see you at the warehouse," Lee commanded his people. Mingi lifted his head at the call and Yunho flinched. A warehouse outside of the city grounds. They had some suspicions which it might be, so Wooyoung and San should track the henchmen leaving right now. Best-case scenario, Mingi could get a bug on them, but he doubted he could snatch one henchman without alerting the others.

"Yes, sir!" came the enthusiastic reply, then their feet stormed off.

The door was still open, and they were barely around the corner when Yunho already shuffled again. Mingi glared at him to make him calm down. What was his mission? To die killing Lee? Or was he really this edgy when his life was on the line?

"Wait. They have to leave first." Mingi hissed at him, leaning his weight on the leg barring the exit. He was not about to get shot because of some idiot agent from England. Yunho groaned against the press of Mingi's chest against his face, their bodies barely fitting into the stuffy closet despite being so intertwined. Yunho was almost vibrating in his spot; his cheek desperately turned away from the overwhelming curve of Mingi's chest squeezed so close. Though the cow was sorry that he couldn't cover himself properly, this was not the time to dwell on irrelevant issues.

"'M sorry, I-" Yunho whispered, muffled by the space between them. His hands gripped the shelves behind Mingi for dear life as Mingi shrugged him off, trying to listen whether they took the stairs or the elevator and where Lee himself was going. He made the best hostage to trade for the civilians.

But then he felt a twitch of Yunho's hips, the subtlest of movements. He dragged his weight against Mingi's hip and the hybrid froze when he realised what he had been feeling this entire time.

That was no gun. Yunho was hard against Mingi's thigh.

The cow froze, peering down at the other agent flushed to the tips of his ears and desperately trying to get a minimal distance between them. He was mortified, didn't dare look at Mingi.

Mingi was never more curious about what was going on inside someone's head. They were strangers and met in the worst conditions. Not that either of them was unattractive, but what were the chances?

"W-What the... Because I'm so close?" He whispered and Yunho made a choked up sound when his shifting only ground him more against Mingi. It was impossible to get enough distance and the scent of each other was stuck in their noses. Yunho looked completely overwhelmed by his proximity and Mingi did his best to lean back from him.

"I'm sorry," Yunho winced, feeling dirty for his reactions.

Somehow, it was flattering. He didn't know Mingi, but he hadn't been staring out of hate towards a cow in the force. Mingi knew his chest was spectacular, especially in this tight suit.

"It can happen," Mingi muttered, denying how much he actually liked the thought. He saw a handsome man in Yunho. His lean height, his dark hair, the pouty lips and big eyes. He was cute, and twice as much so because he was flustered by a cow squished close to him.

An awkward silence spread between them while Yunho struggled to keep his instinct of bucking into any sort of friction at bay and Mingi listened to the distant voices. The cow felt warm on the inside, flattered and perhaps a tad bit aroused by their predicament. Squeezed against each other in this closet with the thin air and the heat of their bodies, it was an unexpectedly intimate moment.

When Mingi felt the slightest tickle at his chest, he rubbed his arm against it subtly.

Time to leave before they forgot what they had been doing.

Yunho yelped when Mingi moved and dug his hip against the other agent with perhaps just a little purpose. The cow opened the closet door to listen down the corridor, but he heard nothing.

"Agent Horns, are we clear?" He whispered into his headset while Yunho breathed flatly against the wall, his gloved hands balled into fists.

"They are trying to evacuate. Hongjoong has eyes on. Go to the car park but look out for stray lackeys on the way," Seonghwa replied. Gun in hand, Mingi stepped out of the closet to flatten against the wall next to the door and peer down the hallway. Yunho sighed in relief when he was finally freed. Once Mingi nodded at him that they were clear, he also stepped out of the closet.

His dark cargo pants were looser than Mingi's, but they couldn't hide the obvious bulge in his pants. It was sizeable and Mingi caught himself being mesmerised by it for a mere moment. Then he ripped his eyes away.

Yunho shyly came up to him, still red but doing better now that he had some space to breathe.

"Sorry, again. Will you help me hunt down Lee? I don't want us getting into each other's way," Yunho mumbled into his collar, barely brave enough to pass as an agent. And Mingi was a cow in the force.

"I'm here to save hostages," Mingi replied, easily overlooking the incident. He felt the faint wetness inside his suit where his nipples rubbed against the fabric, but it wouldn't be visible from the outside.

Perhaps in another life, they could have explored each other a little. Went on a date or two. Mingi appreciated a cute guy, especially those who were big enough that he could actually feel something. It was a curse that came with his anatomy.

"He might give the order to kill them if we don't get him first," Yunho argued, even when he was also here to resolve the situation somehow.

Mingi sighed at his stubbornness while he sported a raging hard-on. Hopefully, he wouldn't fall off the building because his mind was still smothered in warm boobs.

"Okay, fine. You want to work together? Then we work together. You take care of Lee. I will get to the hostages. You have as much time as it takes to get down to the car park," Mingi made a deal and Seonghwa pinged his call through to the others. Best to catch Lee here before he fled to his warehouse.

"Deal. Pleasure working with you," Yunho grinned shyly and yeah, he was cute.

Mingi smiled back at him before he ducked out of the door first, rushing down the stairs with his gun drawn. He and Yunho split up, each approaching from a different direction to cut off any escape routes.

"Agent Mountain Echo and Agent Shrek await you at the safe point," Seonghwa told Mingi after he downed a lingering bodyguard and dragged the body out of the direct line of sight. He approached silently, not risking getting seen and having a physical fight, which he might lose.

"Is Agent Tinsel in position?" Mingi asked as he rushed down another flight of stairs. Hongjoong might have to change position on the roofs for a clear shot. Time was sparse.

"He is," Seonghwa promised. Luck was on their side.

Mingi hurried when he heard the roaring of engines nearby.

"Tell him one of the brits is going after Lee. If he's smart, he will back him against a window."

"Got it." With that, Seonghwa fell quiet. Mingi fully focused on the noises ahead as he reached the door leading to the ground-level car park. He heard the vehicles and some voices, but they seemed stuck, since both of the secret agencies were blocking the exits.

Mingi used the moment of distraction to slip through. Amidst running cars, Lee was in a heated discussion with his henchmen, arguing back and forth with them how to flee the premises. They were all yelling over each other and Yunho's people would join him from the other side and corner Lee.

It only took Mingi a minute to spot the hostages. Two men with guns in their hands were hovering in a corner, silently guarding the narrow space between a car and a wall. The hostages were crowded into the shadow, kneeling with their hands behind their heads and silently praying they wouldn't get shot.

No one was looking in Mingi's direction, so he used the moment of diversion. He dashed in to duck behind the closest car, slowly making his way towards the hostages and away from Lee.

Yunho had surprisingly good timing, despite proving the opposite earlier. His people stormed the car park at the right moment and Lee's group was distracted with jumping for cover and firing back at the armed forces. The lackeys in regular suits stood no chance against bulletproof vests and automatic rifles.

The resounding bang when Lee backed towards the narrow windows too far was Mingi's signal.

Chaos broke out. Bodyguards tried to get to their charge and armed forces pushed them back and ordered them to submit. The two guards who had watched over the hostages realised the urgency and tried to move in.

Mingi cut off their path.

He shot the first in the leg and kicked his weapon off so he wouldn't cause any more danger. The second got his knee into his back and Mingi threw him down using his weight, holding him until his allies arrived.

"Good job, Moo!" Yeosang, his teammate, called as he guided their remaining squad over, capturing the guards. San and Wooyoung called through via Seonghwa to confirm their arrival and Yeosang put shackles on the guards to hand them to the police. Yunho's team took care of the rest and checked Lee's body, cleanly shot through the head by Hongjoong's bullet.

Mingi put his gun away to turn to the hostages. They were terrified at the bloodshed, tears in their eyes and huddling as far away from the gunfire as they could.

"It's okay now. You're safe," he promised the office workers and one of them must have had their child with them today because a young girl was cowered between the adults, protected from all sides. She was the first to peer up at Mingi, and her face lit up when she saw him.

"Oh, mommy, look! Such a cute cow!" she cheered and Mingi grinned at her as he beckoned the civilians to get up and relax. He paused for long enough to earn their hasty thanks and the girl got to pet his soft ears. Then they had to be ushered to safety.

It was a clean mission, despite the brits interfering. When Mingi met with his team, they looked satisfied.

"My god, you were out like that? What a tease," Wooyoung commented on Mingi's suit situation and he pouted down at himself.

"It fit me last week... I don't know if I'm just overproducing again or whether the top shrunk in the wash."

They shook off the adrenaline and waited for Seonghwa's confirmation that they were all clear before they dispersed. Yeosang shook hands with the leader of the British team, but Mingi couldn't spot Yunho around them. Maybe he found some time to take care of himself.

Mingi was about to retreat with Yeosang and return to base to debrief and finally get out of this poor excuse of a suit when another person came over. Broad and full of tattoos down his exposed arms, he addressed them with his posh accent.

"Excuse me, you must be the cow Yunho mentioned?" He barely batted an eye at exposing the name of one of their agents.

Mingi lifted his brow. Did his identity already circle around? Where was Yunho, babbling to his friends about Mingi and then disappearing for the final showdown of the mission?

"What if I am?"

English boy jabbed a thumb over his shoulder towards the building they just cleared.

"He would like to meet up if you have a minute."

So Yunho was still around.

Mingi pondered it for a moment. He deserved a break after today's action and he wanted to throw himself onto his fluffy white couch in some scandalous pink shorts to watch his favourite show and do his nails.

But how often did he meet a cutie like that? Yunho was fun, and he might want to apologise properly for earlier. No harm in seeing him, maybe get his number. Mingi never wanted to see him in the field again, but maybe they could grab some coffee together.

The others could debrief in his stead.

Mingi nodded at Yeosang.

"Agent Nightfoot, I'll catch up. Still got some business here."

"Copy that," Yeosang replied without batting a lash. San stared at the silky blackness of his hair and his tall horse ears standing at attention when he commanded them to check for any stray henchmen, as per protocol.

Mingi followed the other agent back into the building. He kindly held the door for Mingi before he jogged up the stairs to the fourth floor Mingi had been on earlier, with the conference room. He pointed down the corridor, polite like a personal butler.

"Yunho's down here somewhere. Police will lock down here in two hours." With that, the British agent left to take care of any remaining business.

Curious, Mingi wandered down the corridor. It was wiser to meet somewhere else, so they had time and no detectives barging in on them, but he would entertain Yunho. Did he find something up here?

The shuffling of feet alerted Mingi of Yunho's location. He entered the conference room, finding a large round wooden table and a gorgeous view of the city skyline. Yunho stood at the windows, but he wasn't concentrating on the view. Instead, the tall agent was chewing on his fingernails.

"You sent for me?" Mingi called over and Yunho jumped before he hastily straightened. He was also still in gear, but he looked less ruffled than earlier. When he saw Mingi, he looked relieved that he came.

What a cute thing he was.

Mingi closed the door behind him before he wandered over to look out over the city together with Yunho. It was the view of a job well done, the satisfaction of saving people. Mingi never got sick of it.

"Hi... I just wanted to see you again," Yunho muttered, not taking his eyes off Mingi. Only when Mingi turned to scrutinise him in return, Yunho snapped his gaze away, flustered.

"Why?" Mingi smirked, amused by his fumbling reactions when it was so painfully obvious how attracted he was. He had the guts to ask Mingi here, so Mingi expected him to go through with it.

Yunho ran a nervous hand through his hair. He flailed like a lost puppy, glimpsing out over the city and then at Mingi and right back. Clearly wanting something, but too terrified to speak the words out loud.

"I just... I know this is not the place, but we have some time now and this might be my only shot," he mumbled into his collar, and the whole ordeal was endearing. He did his best, despite his situation. Mingi never met such a cute agent. Most of them were stern and arrogant, very aware of the important position they were in.

Yunho gathered his courage.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. Any chance you're free?" He asked, holding eye contact for a few solid seconds until Mingi tilted his head and the twitch of his ears caught Yunho's attention. By now, it was clear how curious he was. He didn't look down on Mingi for being a cow in the force, but he found it intriguing.

"Free?" Mingi prompted him and Yunho flushed scarlet when he realised his eyes had been wandering south again. Innocently, he peered around the room as he tried to find the right words.

"Yes, um, you know... Shit, how do people do this on the job?" He scratched his nape, ears red again and though it was so much fun to tease him, Mingi had what he needed. Yunho was hot, he was a shy mess for him and he did well enough proving he was a good guy.

"You wanna bang, English boy?" Mingi helped him out and Yunho gasped, scandalised by the crude choice of words, but the way he tugged at his shirt to get some air on the inside was more than telling.

"It doesn't have to be that dirty. You're pretty, I'll be gentle," he promised and Mingi sauntered his way, careful not to startle him away. Yunho was busy patting his glowing cheeks as if in disbelief he got what he wanted and the thought he might be a virgin with balls of steel crossed Mingi.

But that made the situation all the cuter.

"I'm not out of sugar. I'm an agent just like you," Mingi pointed out as he slipped his hand up Yunho's shoulder. He liked the height Yunho had on him when their bodies squeezed close once more, Mingi's chest nudging into Yunho's. The agent's eyes dropped immediately while the rest of him was frozen in place, not daring to touch the coquettish cow pressing up against him.

"Yes, yes... You're out of milk," Yunho stuttered dumbly, hypnotised by the squish of Mingi's chest in his top.

Mingi had to giggle at that statement, at his glassy eyes. Yunho's hands hovered over his hips, not daring to touch him, so Mingi reached to put them on his body. The other agent jolted as if electrified once he felt his warm flesh through his clothing. Long fingers pressed into the fabric and Mingi encouraged those pretty hands to touch him.

"Come again?" He asked Yunho as he slung his arms around his neck, sending all the signals of being willing, but Yunho was panicking on the inside.

"Nothing!" Spooked eyes searched Mingi's to make sure he didn't ruin it with his comment. But Mingi smirked at him, quite taken with his chaos. Yunho was a blank canvas, perfect to shape so he could put that handsome body and face to use. Mingi's chest was tickling him again, and he was down for a good time before going home.

"Okay, then put your mouth to use," Mingi suggested before he tugged Yunho down to his height to pull him into a bold kiss.

Yunho sighed despite his surprise, finally assured he did everything right. Despite his fumbling, he was a good kisser, and Mingi readily opened his lips for him at the teasing lick of a tongue. Their moans stifled into each other when they got a first taste. Yunho tasted of mint and Mingi appreciated it as he swiped his tongue along Yunho's, luring him to come over and Yunho pressed closer into him, properly wrapping his arms around the cow. Their lips clicked wetly, breath quickening. Mingi felt warm as he melted into Yunho's grip, running his fingers through his dark hair to pull it just a bit. He was rewarded with another moan.

No, Yunho was perfect for him. He just needed to find his confidence.

Mingi kept their lips locked in their ardent kiss as he slowly stumbled backwards, pulling Yunho along blindly. His tongue swiped over dull teeth and Yunho surged after him, trying to catch more and more of him.

Once Mingi's hip knocked into the enormous conference table and he found some stability, Yunho dared let his hands roam. He smoothed them over Mingi's thighs and hips, hesitating for a moment longer, but when Mingi slowly rolled his hips into Yunho's where his prior erection never wholly died down, his shyness flew out of the window.

Mingi gasped when firm hands grabbed his ass, squeezing its plush. Yunho seemed instantly obsessed when Mingi melted into his chest, squishing and playing with everything Mingi had to offer. The heat jumped over between them, hardening middles bumping and their lips pulling apart with harsh breaths to lick away the saliva connecting them. Yunho's leg slotted between Mingi's so they could grind into each other, and he pulled Mingi along with the shallow bucking of his hips.

He was overly eager, a bit uncoordinated and twitchy, but Mingi appreciated the neediness. His chest itched against the fabric covering it and he could feel himself twitching below, yearning for the touch of those long fingers a bit closer.

Yunho's eyes had darkened with his desire. His gaze kept twitching between Mingi's swollen lips and his chest. Yearning for a taste.

Mingi smirked at his interest. After holding back so nicely, Yunho deserved a little treat as a reward. Mingi could tell a million perverted thoughts were making him blush, but he wanted to indulge him and see how far Yunho would go.

"Wanna touch them?" He asked, arching into Yunho's hands that stilled on his behind. Their heated bodies were pressed close, but Mingi wormed a hand between them, playing with the zipper of his top. The clinking noises almost had Yunho's eyes crossing.

"Yes, please..." Yunho muttered through his parched throat. He licked Mingi's taste from his lips, hooded eyes craving more, but their lips had to wait and yearn for now.

Mingi tugged on the zipper just the barest bit. He was wearing nothing underneath since he left in a rush, though he would usually wear a cute bralette to catch any spillage during missions. When he exposed the slightest sliver of more skin, of his pink patches, Yunho's breath hitched, obsessed. Despite Mingi's murderous job, he was quite cute below all that.

Yunho's long fingers tangled with Mingi's tail. He skimmed the short white fur of it, mindlessly playing with the tuft of pink hair at its bottom. Mingi teased him with another centimetre and he could feel Yunho growing against his hip, so hot and big and just what Mingi wanted.

Yunho didn't think as his fingers slipped up along the tail, curious where it would end. His fingers glided between the fabric of Mingi's shirt and his pants to find its origin and a light tug, sudden and curious, almost made Mingi's eyes roll back.

He moaned into the feeling, sinking into Yunho's arms around him and the other agent was surprised only for a second before he looked smug. As pleasure tingled over Mingi's spine, Yunho leaned down to catch the zipper of his top between his teeth and drag it down gently. He made shy eye contact to check if he was doing well and Mingi fisted a hand into his hair as that sweet look from doe eyes made him throb.

As soon as Mingi's top unravelled, Yunho perked up to look down on him. Studied Mingi's fluttering but lean abdomen, the curve of his plush chest and the pink spots randomly decorating his flesh. They matched the colour of his nipples, which were big and soft on the tan of his body.

"You're sexy... So pink and adorable," Yunho whispered as he took in the sight. He was reverent as if in prayer, scared to touch a deity, as he stretched out his hands to smooth them over the smooth skin of Mingi's chest. The cow allowed himself to sprawl out onto the conference table, cushioned by its solid wood. He wrapped idle legs around Yunho's waist and hooked his heavy boots over each other, keeping him close. The man's hips responded by pure instinct, bucking into the hot valley between Mingi's open thighs. They were strong with hard muscle, but their hug was smooth as he drew Yunho in.

When Yunho mustered the courage for a first taste, Mingi guided him in by his hair. He encouraged him to squish at the soft flesh as he wanted and it didn't take Yunho long to be completely obsessed. His eyes were transfixed on a perked nipple, budding for his touch as shudders wracked Mingi's spine and his guns roughly clunked against the tabletop when he lost his composure.

Yunho's tongue was hot when he lapped across the pink perk boldly and Mingi's back arched into the touch, needing more. A strong arm wrapped around him, keeping him in place as Yunho delved in properly, swirling the tip of his tongue around the nipple before he smoothed his lips over it in the gentlest of kisses.

An embarrassing noise escaped Mingi when Yunho finally latched on for a light suck, careful not to hurt him but quickly realising how much Mingi enjoyed it. He peered up again, checking on the other agent, but Mingi's ears were twitching with a fluttering delight and he was unabashed about the moans tumbling from his lips when Yunho experimentally sucked harder and listened to his reaction.

It was hot, their hips bucking into each other as they rubbed each other through their uniforms, uncaring of the weapons still strapped to them. There was a sprinkle of insanity to fucking at a mission location, even more so with another agent while they were in their work gear, but Mingi liked some madness.

But just as Yunho found a proper pace for himself and braced on the table above Mingi to worship his chest with his tongue and a million kisses, he stuttered again. Suddenly startled, he looked up at Mingi as his tongue dashed over his lips, not sure if he imagined it.

"T-They're leaking," he fretted, both confused how this could happen while it also made absolute made sense. He stood spooked, scared to continue now as white liquid trailed from Mingi's chest.

Fine, perhaps it was misleading since he was male and not pregnant. But that was a biology lesson for another time when they weren't both straining against their pants and pressed dick to dick.

"I'm a cow," Mingi pointed out to him in case Yunho somehow forgot. He needed more, felt the hot tingle in his chest from his arousal. It echoed somewhere lower, deeper, but they were pressed for time and Yunho was moving at a snail's pace, accidentally edging Mingi until the tension was strung even higher.

As much as Mingi appreciated his respect and caution, they weren't getting anywhere like this.

When he nudged his boots into Yunho's back to startle some life back into him, Yunho blinked, mesmerised by the sight of the cow but also somewhat coherent.

"Can I... I mean... Does it hurt you if I..." He stuttered, suddenly parched and squishing his fingers around Mingi's other nipple without even realising it.

Mingi chuckled.

"Go ahead," he invited and Yunho finally surged back in, going for the nipple he hadn't taunted yet. This time, he was eager to please and to get a taste. His tongue copied what it had done earlier, sucking hard enough to make Mingi crumble with another groan and then tasting the spurt of milk on his tongue. He didn't pull back this time, instead digging in more, gasping around a moan when he felt Mingi leak onto his tongue. His other nipple responded to the touch as well, wetting him with its spill. Yunho's fingers swiped through it to tug at his nipple, milking him successfully and resolving some of the pressure inside Mingi's chest he had been lugging around all day.

Mingi enjoyed the quick development from shy to confidently sucking and trying to explore all the noises Mingi could make. When Yunho parted from him briefly to gulp down what he had gathered, he looked like a man addicted, eagerly lapping for more.

"It tastes sweet... Like strawberries," he whispered in a hot breath and Mingi twitched when his tongue caressed his sensitive flesh. "Delicious..."

Mingi exhaled a shuddering breath, focusing on their hips as much as he could and bucking up into Yunho. He moaned when Yunho's deft hand slipped down, hiking up Mingi's open shirt to access his tail, splaying his fingers around it before he tugged on its base. His long fingers caressed deeper when Mingi angled his hips and the tip of of his index smoothed over Mingi's twitching hole, which had more elaborate ideas than they could afford today. Yunho was at least knowledgeable enough to know how it worked between men, since he massaged the rim as his lips latched down hard to make the cow shudder in his arms.

"I like when you moo..." Yunho whispered between harsh breaths, and his hips bucked into Mingi's, rubbing him from both sides. He was close, picking up his pace to rut against Mingi harshly, getting off on the feeling of their uniforms between them and the noise of Mingi's guns knocking into the table at every thrust. Random twitches and shudders interrupted his pace, but Mingi helped him out, grinding against the wet spot in his own underwear as his lips breathed out their helpless noises.

"F-Feels good," Yunho panted harshly, lapping up any spilled milk because he was panting too harshly now to focus on sucking, chasing that friction between their hips. He had half the mind to lean down to kiss Mingi, sharing the sweet taste of his milk with his swollen lips.

Mingi arched into him when he felt Yunho stutter, his fingers tensing in his pants.

"I'm cumming-" He got out, knocking into a chair which slammed loudly against the table, then their sweaty bodies thumped into the wood in response.

"Go ahead," Mingi purred as all sense was gone from Yunho and he just desperately rutted against Mingi's body. He clung to the cow, stilling with a shudder when his hips roughly smacked into him one more time. He quivered, his weight heavy on Mingi as he came inside his pants just from this little action, and Mingi couldn't be more charmed. His fingers caressed through Yunho's hair as he was momentarily out of it from his bliss.

It didn't take him long to recover, however, then he was kissing at Mingi's reddened nipples again to gather up the taste of milk. His skin was sensitive and raw by now, so the lightest lick made Mingi lurch into his hands.

"What do you need? Tell me," Yunho whispered, heavy and sluggish, but not about to leave him hanging.

Mingi heard noises in the distance, likely the police securing the building now. They could hide in the closet again and fuck this out, but that was a fantasy for another day. Not to mention they would definitely get caught then.

"Suck them some more. I'm close," Mingi muttered and Yunho pounced on him like a starved animal. Loving how Mingi could feel so much with his chest, how fun it was to play with it.

His fingers pressed against Mingi's entrance with intent, mimicking a nudge in the promise of something else. He felt when the muscles in Mingi's thighs relaxed and he arched on the conference table, chest spurting milk.

Mingi unravelled sweetly, less violent than it would have been if Yunho had bent him over the table, but just as euphoric. Yunho eagerly lapped up his milk, kissed his cheeks as the cow twitched in his arms and his mooing died down to harsh breaths.

For a moment, they rested in their mess. Clothes askew and liquids soaking them. They smelled awful, but Mingi loved it when Yunho stole just another kiss to his sensitive nipple before he helped him zip up his shirt. It fit a bit better this time since there was less tension in his chest, but Mingi still found it ridiculous.

They sat up with the clatter of their gear against the table. Mingi grimaced at the pool of wet in his underwear, but Yunho's hand was in his short hair the next moment, caressing the pink buzz of it. He grazed Mingi's horns and the soft fur of his ears, looking like a man completely endeared.

"Do you taste like strawberries down there too...?" He asked unabashedly since he had given up on all normalcy and Mingi laughed when he adjusted his weapons belt.

"Seems like you'll have to find out another time. Let's meet in private next time, outside of any weird storage closets," he offered, flicking out a pen to scrawl his number onto Yunho's hand.

Once he was done, Yunho marvelled at his reward like the shiniest of diamonds. His grin was that of a fool, but Mingi found it adorable.

"I'll look forward to it," Yunho confessed cheesily and Mingi tip toed for another peck before he turned first.

"I'm leaving," he called with a salute over his shoulder before he fiddled his earpiece back into his ear to catch up with Seonghwa. He would look forward to Yunho texting him soon.