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Jisung checks himself out in front of the mirror in the club’s dressing room. He has ‘fixed’ his crooked bunny ear five times already—something about it just doesn’t look right. Or maybe he’s just being picky. That's most likely it. It’s a Friday night after all. The club will be filled with regulars and keyholders, important people to impress.
One in particular always caught Jisung’s eye. He was around the same age as him, his hair bleached blond and just a bit shorter than Jisung. (A lot shorter usually, because Jisung would walk around in high heels.)
It was well known amongst the other bunnies that Jisung has a small, teeny tiny, crush on him.
Jisung is naturally shy; something that surprisingly a lot of their customers liked a lot. When he first got introduced to the job Jisung was sure he wouldn’t last a week in this place, but it honestly isn’t so bad. He gradually opened up to his coworkers, got familiar with the place and the people that frequented it.
But there was always the one person who seemed to make Jisung fall back and forget his years of experience.
Donghyuck says Jisung is way too obvious. He blushes more when Chenle is around. His laughs turn into more of a nervous giggle when it’s Chenle’s table that he’s serving. He clumsily stumbles over his words and sometimes even his own feet on the nights that Chenle is present at the club.
“Ooh, trying to impress your loverboy still?” Donghyuck whistles. Jisung jumps, he didn’t hear his friend walk into the room.
“Just trying to do my job,” Jisung mumbles, letting go of his headband. “He’s just a keyholder… and I don’t particularly stand out.”
Donghyuck flicks the tail on Jisung’s suit. “Quit being so negative. You stand out in your own way.”
“Yeah, when I trip and fall maybe.” Jisung swats Donghyuck’s hands away. “And don’t do that, I just fixed it.”
“You’re so lame. And I can touch your tail all I want, I'm the bunny mother here.”
Jisung rolls his eyes but he doesn’t argue. It’s true. Donghyuck is technically in charge of him. He’s in charge of all the bunnies— kind of like a manager. The exact person who knows the best why Jisung can’t pursue Chenle even if he wanted to.
What one day made Jisung sign his contract now felt like a punishment.
The Playboy bunny manual.
It isn’t the same one from years ago anymore—luckily. But Playboy will always pride itself in its professionalism. That’s what the rules are for. That’s why the manual will forever remain important.
This was never the career path Jisung thought he would take. He never thought he; Park Jisung would turn out to be a Playboy bunny. When he got offered the job at first, he refused. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And so, after reading over his contract and the manual, he accepted.
His biggest worries had been his lack of experience. On top of that, he doesn’t want strangers touching him like that. But after reading through the whole manual, he realized it’s nothing like that. As a bunny you’re prohibited from engaging in any sort of relationships with any of the keyholders or guests. Likewise, guests are told the bunnies are strictly off limits.
No touching.
No dating.
It made work a lot more comfortable knowing that he’s protected under these rules. A lot of people will argue that it doesn’t make the job any less degrading, but Jisung doesn’t care anymore.
Yes— by definition he’s being paid because these men love to stare at boys and girls in sexy bunny suits. In a way his body is still being sold for entertainment— walking around in high heels and a bodysuit that barely covers his ass. Parading around the club with the sole purpose of being ogled at. The liquor the bunnies serve are more of an after thought if anything.
Generally, people are respectful towards him and his colleagues. The compliments and flirty remarks are nothing new. Jisung has heard probably every pick up line in existence by now. The catcalls as he walks past tables doesn’t startle him anymore either.
It took time getting used to. Everything in the club was a learning curve for Jisung at the start. He was essentially forced to come out of his shell—but it helped him grow fast.
And in all honesty, he is more confident in himself than he ever has been.
Jisung owes a lot of it to Donghyuck. The two of them grew close fast. Mostly due to Donghyuck being kind enough to offer Jisung a place to stay when he had nowhere to go. They have lived together as roommates ever since. They’re best friends.
Donghyuck wasn’t the bunny mother when Jisung first started, but he still took the younger under his wing. The older likes to say Jisung is like an abandoned kit that he raised over the years. And he’s right. Donghyuck always stood up for him, helped him, and taught him the ropes when no one else would. A lot of their old coworkers looked down on Jisung when he was too shy to take orders, or too stricken with anxiety to properly serve drinks in the right bunny stance. Even now, his hyung is his biggest supporter.
Even though he knows it’s against the rules of the club, Donghyuck claims his kit’s happiness comes above all else. But Jisung doesn’t share that sentiment. He isn’t willing to risk his, and in turn, Donghyuck’s job for it. Besides, he has no idea how to seduce anyone beyond flaunting his body in skimpy clothes and swaying his tail a little.
Jisung is still a virgin. He’s inexperienced, which, with the nature of his job, is unexpected.
The restrictions should only apply within the club. Anyone without prior connection to Jisung’s job—the rules don’t count for them. Jisung can go out and date or sleep around, their management doesn’t care. As long as it doesn’t reflect badly on the reputation of Playboy.
Don’t get in any scandals. Or if you do, don’t get caught. That is what every bunny is told. As long as it doesn’t involve any client or employee, these are options, possibilities—
If you aren't Park Jisung.
“I think he likes you. He only got a keycard after meeting you.” Donghyuck says. “You know, he doesn’t look half as excited when he sees it’s me serving his table.
“That doesn’t mean he likes me, and he probably just had a bad day.” Jisung mutters, pushing his friend out of the doorway.
Donghyuck follows behind him. He sprints forward so he can turn around and observe Jisung’s expression whilst he walks backwards. “Then you should make his day better.” He winks.
“You’re insufferable.” Jisung groans.
He walks past Donghyuck to the bar. One of the bartenders places a shot in front of him when he sits down on one of the stools. “Donghyuck’s right,” Jisung sighs. He just wants his shift to start, and end. He loves Donghyuck dearly, but he’s also the reason everyone he knows is aware of his crush.
“He’s not.”
“Okay, maybe not about everything. But he makes you so anxious. He’s a regular, you have to do something about that.” Renjun argues.
Everyone always has something to say when it’s a Friday night. And Jisung knows his friends are trying to be helpful— but it isn’t helping. He knows that he needs to do something about these feelings, they’re starting to affect his performance. But he’s not going to listen to Donghyuck’s suggestions.
Jisung ignores Renjun. He ignores Jaemin and Donghyuck staring at him as he downs the shot of whiskey, his face twists at the strong taste and the burning sensation in his throat.
“See, I told you he would do it!” Jaemin exclaims with a proud smile on his face. As if he just won the lottery. “You owe me Huang Renjun.”
“You bet on me?” Jisung asks.
Donghyuck immediately speaks up, clearing himself from any involvement. “I had nothing to do with this, just letting you know.” He’s holding both of his hands up in surrender.
“I told Renjun you would drink whatever he gave you because it’s Friday. And he didn’t believe me.” Jaemin gleefully accepts the crumpled up bill Renjun hands him.
“Ji doesn’t like alcohol that much and because of the policy, I thought he would at least ask why or maybe what it was.” Renjun takes the shot glass out of Jisung’s hand.
Jisung stares at his friends in disbelief. It’s worse than he thought. He hadn’t even realized it himself. But now that Jaemin points it out, it makes sense. He doesn’t care what he drinks whenever Chenle is around, the alcohol helps with the stress— it keeps Jisung stable on his feet.
“Okay, enough chitchat.“ Donghyuck claps his hands together. “We’re opening soon.”
Soon after, the club starts to fill up at a rapid rate. Jisung recognizes most of the people coming in. Some were keyholders, others just enjoyed the club (the bunnies) occasionally.
Chenle hasn’t walked through the doors yet, and Jisung doesn’t know if this is worrisome or a relief. Granted, they’ve only had their doors open for half an hour at this point— the night has barely started.
But Chenle is never late.
When two hours pass by, Jisung begins to loosen up. There’s no reason to be stressed if Chenle isn’t coming in today. After two hours, he thinks it’s safe to assume that the other won’t show up tonight.
“Good evening. I’m your bunny, Jisung. May I take your order?” Jisung smiles kindly at the man in front of him.
A few minutes pass by of Jisung waiting patiently, but the man still hasn’t made up his mind. The club is extremely busy, and Jisung can’t afford to waste this much time. He glances over to the nearby tables who are also waiting for a refill. “Sir, if you need more time, I could come back later? He suggests.
“No, wait,” The man stops Jisung in his tracks before he can turn around. “None of these drinks interest me as much as you do.”
The bunny lets out a nervous laugh. It’s not a phrase he hasn’t heard before, but it’s still hard to find the words to respond sometimes. Especially when it comes to newer faces.
“Thank you–“
“Can’t I order you instead?” The man asks, interrupting Jisung’s polite attempt to turn him down. The corner of his lips curve up into a sly smirk.
The guy’s friends burst out in laughter. Chipping in comments about Jisung’s looks— as if he’s not standing right in front of them.
“I’m sorry sir, but that is strictly against our policy.” Jisung explains calmly, ignoring the other men.
“Oh come on, don’t give me that bullshit.” The man groans. His eyes roam over Jisung’s body. “Can’t you make an exception, I’ll pay well, you know.”
Jisung anxiously looks around him, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of his fellow bunnies. He tries his best to keep a playful demeanor whilst trying to deescalate the situation. “I’m sorry. It’s against the rules to—“
It feels like a shockwave hits him when he suddenly feels the man’s hand on his thigh. The stockings Jisung is wearing doesn’t stop the feeling of skin on skin contact with how sheer the fabric is.
He needs to get Donghyuck.
”It’s a shame you can’t loosen up a little,” The man taunts. His hand is still firmly pressed against the skin of Jisung’s thigh with no intention of moving away. Jisung can hear one of the other men whistle, encouraging his friend in his persuasion. “Don’t you—“ Before the man can finish his sentence, his hand is forcefully ripped away from Jisung’s thigh.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to do that.”
Jisung is stunned, standing there like a deer in headlights. Everything happened so fast. He looks at the person whose grip tightens around the other man’s wrist.
It’s Chenle.
The other man scoffs, standing up from his seat. His whole face contorts with anger, clearly offended that Chenle has the nerve to stop him.
He’s taller than Chenle, stronger too. Jisung panics seeing the way the man is able to tower over Chenle. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched and radiating a hostile energy. Chenle however, doesn’t back away, firmly keeping his stance in between the man who was harassing Jisung earlier and the bunny.
Jisung finally makes eye contact with Donghyuck, signaling to his friend that he needs help.
“Ch–chenle,” Jisung reaches out his hand. Letting it float in the air when he remembers he can’t rest it on the other’s shoulder.
Jisung doesn’t get to say more as one of the bouncers approaches them. He escorts the man and his friends out of the club within a manner of minutes.
He attempts to throw both the men and Chenle out, assuming it must have been a dispute between the guests. But Jisung explains the situation and vouches for Chenle, who is promptly let go after showing his keycard.
Once the situation is settled, Donghyuck tells Jisung to stay put at the bar. Their shift is coming to an end anyway, and Donghyuck is worried about him. Chenle silently follows Jisung, taking a seat next to him on one of the bar stools.
“Thank you… for earlier.” Jisung mumbles.
“It’s nothing. I’m sorry I’m late.” Chenle responds apologetically. Which has Jisung shaking his head.
“No— you don’t owe me— us— anything.” He stutters, the blood flowing to his cheeks. “You can come in whenever you want to.”
“Is it true?” Chenle asks abruptly.
“Huh? Is what true?” Jisung looks at him, confused, head tilted slightly. Chenle can almost see his bunny ear twitching in curiosity.
The keyholder smiles, taking another sip of his wine. “That you like me.” He says. Casually throwing out Jisung’s most embarrassing secret.
“I–I—“ Jisung looks down at his hands in his lap. He doesn’t know whether to lie or tell Chenle the truth. Being truthful isn’t necessarily against the rules, he can admit that he likes Chenle, he just can’t do anything about it. Though lying would save him from the rejection he will, without a doubt, face if he comes clean. “Yeah...” Jisung answers. His voice is breathy and uncertain as he fidgets with his fingers.
“That’s good.” Chenle beams. “It wasn’t just a rumor after all.” His smile is hidden by his glass as he takes another sip.
Jisung isn’t sure what he means by that. He knows that everyone has caught on, but why would Chenle be glad that it isn’t a baseless rumor. Why isn’t he weirded out by Jisung’s confession?
“I’ll get a C1 keycard one day,” Chenle adds when he notices the gears in Jisung’s head turning.
This catches Jisung’s attention. Startled, he turns towards Chenle. There isn’t any sign indicating that Chenle had been joking. But regardless, it’s a crazy statement to make, joke or not.
There’s only a select few C1 keycards in the world. They’re so rare that you can count them up on 2 hands. It’s something people rarely mention as it’s near impossible to obtain. Only extremely dedicated and filthy rich people would think to chase one down— it’s the only bypass to be able to date a Playboy bunny.
“I know you won’t risk your livelihood for this, I wouldn’t want you to do that for me anyway.” It feels like Chenle is reading his mind, taking the words right out of Jisung’s mouth. “I just want you to know I only look forward to coming here because of you too.”
Jisung can’t tell if Chenle was exaggerating when he talked about the C1 keycard. Whether he was being serious or it was a mere hyperbole to make the bunny understand he’s interested in dating him, it has Jisung’s heart racing.
This means Chenle doesn’t just like him, he’s obsessed with him.
Going this far for someone you barely know for the chance to be closer to them— it’s something Jisung never thought would happen to him. He knows people will say there’s no way he likes Jisung as a person, purely the facade he puts on at work. The illusion of the Playboy bunny who’s always at your service.
But that means Chenle is certainly obsessed with Jisung’s body, and that’s a start.
Jisung can’t judge though, he’s in the same boat. He doesn’t know Chenle very well besides his looks and how he presents himself at the club. He doesn’t know what Chenle does for a living to have this much money or if it’s because he comes from a wealthy family.
“I’m sorry,” Jisung sighs. “I can’t do anything about the rules. You don’t have to do all that for me.”
Chenle gives Jisung a soft smile in return. “I want to.”
“He said what?!” Donghyuck shouts.
“Shh, don’t be so loud— oh my god, you’re going to wake everyone up.” Jisung whispers. He places his finger against his lips.
His best friend laughs. “No one’s asleep yet. I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed, this is amazing.”
Donghyuck is staring at Jisung with joy in his eyes. He’s almost more excited about Chenle’s confession than Jisung is.
Jisung slumps into the couch, pulling the fleece blanket up to his chin. “It would be, if I was allowed to date him.” He mumbles. Donghyuck opens his mouth but Jisung instantly cuts him off. “No. Hyuck, I’m not even allowed to touch him. Whatever plan you have, keep it.”
“No, that’s not true.” Donghyuck says.
“Yes it is. It’s in the rules.” Jisung rebuttals, his annoyance grows the longer he thinks about it.
“No it’s not.”
“Hyuck! It’s literally in the manual. You know this better than anyone.” Jisung yells. His previous statement about being quiet easily forgotten.
“Exactly! I know the manual better than anyone!” Donghyuck argues right back. “ You can touch him . He just can’t touch you. ”
Jisung slowly processes Donghyuck’s words, silently recalling the manual in his head.
He’s right— that’s how it’s written.
Keyholders aren’t allowed to touch the bunnies under any circumstance. Doing so means you will be escorted straightaway, no discussion. And the bunnies aren’t allowed to date keyholders or guests. But nowhere does it say anything about a Playboy bunny not being permitted to simply touch .
“Okay, you’re right.” Jisung admits, still deep in thought about the implications of Donghyuck’s argument. “But how would that make things better, why does that matter?”
A smirk creeps onto Donghyuck’s face, his eyes glimmering with hope. This can’t be anything good.
“Simple,” Donghyuck shrugs, briefly closing his eyes. He gets up from the couch, walking over to one of the drawers. Jisung watches his friend dig through the overfilled drawer of socks, underwear and stockings. “Got it.” Donghyuck closes the drawer and hides his findings behind his back before he sits back down next to Jisung on the couch.
Jisung looks at him with big eyes peeking over the blanket. The other points a finger at him. “You, Park Jisung—“ Donghyuck pauses to reveal the fluffy handcuffs he just grabbed out of his closet, twirling them around in his finger. “Just have to make sure that he can’t touch you. ”
Donghyuck forcefully grabs one of Jisung’s hands from under the blanket. He places the handcuffs in his friend’s hand. Jisung doesn’t protest. He just lets his hand be guided by Donghyuck, frozen with bewilderment.
“And then you can touch all you want.” Donghyuck chuckles, amused. “Grab a feel– you know.”
“This— this is crazy. Hyuck, I—“ Jisung stammers.
“Ji, please.” He grabs Jisung’s face in his hands, cupping both of the younger’s cheeks. Donghyuck needs him to understand he’s seriously encouraging him. “I’m not just joking. Please go for it, okay?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“I know you don’t know what to do but you will figure it out, just ask him. I’m certain he will jump at the opportunity.” Donghyuck ruffles Jisung’s hair.
Jisung shakes the other’s hand away. He’s embarrassed thinking about what Donghyuck just implied. He’s even more embarrassed about Donghyuck going all bunny mother on him. Sometimes it genuinely feels like he’s a kit who’s still being taught how to hop.
He likes it, to an extent. But he never knows how to react.
“Hyuck,” Jisung’s eyes are fixated on the handcuffs in his hand. “Even if I know what to do— I know this is a loophole but still, isn’t it too risky?”
“Well, my dear kit. How will they know?” Donghyuck clears his throat. He clasps his hands around Jisung’s hand, caging the handcuffs in between.
“If you get the courage to go through with this— then… the bunny mother will look the other way.”
Jisung feels like throwing up. He’s so nervous that he thinks he might pass out before he even sees Chenle.
After thinking about Donghyuck’s words over and over again the past few nights, Jisung has decided to ask Chenle. He won’t phrase it the way Donghyuck would have, it doesn’t sound like something Jisung would say.
Instead, Jisung will hint at it. He will let Chenle know he found a way that they can be together. Maybe not to date, but physically.
If hinting doesn’t do the job, he just has to show Chenle what he means. Well, that’s what Donghyuck says should be plan B. He just hopes he doesn’t need a backup plan at all.
Jisung doesn’t know about Chenle, but he is dying to touch the other. It has taken everything in him not to touch Chenle’s arm when he’s handing him a drink— to not lean in closer when Chenle is so close that Jisung can smell him. The scent is faint, but somehow soft and smooth—like Chenle’s skin which Jisung yearns to let his fingers dance across.
He wants to know how Chenle will react to Jisung touching him.
Everything about Chenle has Jisung wanting more. He’s always liked the way Chenle smiles. His smile reaches all the way up to his eyes, small whiskers appearing right under them. It’s contagious. And it makes Jisung, in Donghyuck’s words, stare at him like a lovesick puppy.
But guests aren’t allowed in the backroom. And Jisung being spotted with Chenle isn’t a good look, even if Donghyuck allows them to. There’s always a chance someone else will catch on and become suspicious.
Donghyuck told him this morning that he will notify Chenle to walk there by himself. The lounge and dressing room for the bunnies are in the same direction as the restrooms. Once Chenle is in that hallway, away from curious eyes, he can make the turn.
But this also means Jisung has virtually no clue when Chenle may walk through the door.
If he’s on time— as he is most days—Chenle will arrive at the club when the doors open. But it’s possible Donghyuck won’t be able to catch Chenle right off the bat, depending on how busy it is.
Jisung nervously paces around the room. Walking in circles around the couch that stands in the middle of the room. The clicking sound of his heels on the wooden floor echoes through the lounge.
It’s not completely silent. The music is so loud in the club, it can easily be heard from the back. But it’s not loud enough to let Jisung drown out his thoughts and worries.
When someone finally knocks on the door Jisung quickly sits down on the couch. He doesn’t want to be seen stupidly walking in circles like a cartoon character.
“Who’s there?” Jisung asks when the door doesn’t open.
Maybe it’s not Chenle? Maybe one of his friends forgot something and is knocking because they all know not to come into the lounge today. To Jisung’s dismay, Donghyuck has explained thoroughly how and why.
“Uh, Chenle? Keyholder seven.” Chenle’s voice sounds from the other side of the door, unsure and confused. “I was told to go here, can I come in?”
“Yes of course!” Jisung says, a bit too enthusiastic. His cheeks are already flushed from thinking about the situation he’s putting himself in.
The door creaks open and Chenle walks through the door, promptly closing it behind him. “Is this allowed?” He asks. He stands still in front of the door, hesitant to make a move or step closer.
“It is.” Jisung hums. “Sit down. I requested for you to come here so… don’t worry.”
Chenle sits a polite distance away from Jisung. Leaving a space that can fit another person between them with ease.
“I don’t want you to do something that’ll make you break the rules.” Chenle restates. His tone is gentle, conveying his honest concerns. He’s worried Jisung may act on a whim now that he has the knowledge of Chenle returning his feelings.
And in a way, Chenle is right. Jisung would have never given Donghyuck’s ridiculous plan a second thought if it weren’t for Chenle’s confession the week prior. But he knows it will be okay. As long as he carefully maneuvers around the written words of the manual, nothing bad will happen.
“I found a way to be together.” Jisung blurts out.
Chenle stares at him in awe. “Are you serious?”
“Well I—“ Jisung starts. His cheeks glow as the heat rushes to his face. “I meant more like— I know how I can touch you… Wait! No— oh my god,” Jisung covers his face with his hands.
He’s already fucking things up and he hasn’t even gotten to the actual physical contact yet.
Chenle lets out a chuckle. He turns to face Jisung, elbow resting on the back of the couch, supporting his head with his hand. He likes seeing the bunny get flustered so easily. Chenle barely has to lift a finger and Jisung will make a mess of himself.
It’s what made Jisung stand out to him. It’s what drew him to Jisung.
“Yeah? You want to touch me?” Chenle teases.
“Yes… I mean, no— yes? Maybe?” Jisung wants the ground to swallow him whole. He practiced what he was going to say in this exact moment a thousand times in the bathroom mirror, but it appears fruitless. “Sorry, I— don’t know if you want to uh,” Jisung nervously bites his lip.
He ducks his head, avoiding Chenle’s gaze. Jisung looks a lot smaller to Chenle when he seems to shrink out of distress—similar to a real bunny. It’s the same way bunnies will freeze up and try to hide when they’re uncomfortable. Their bodies will flatten as they try to escape the situation. It’s cute .
“I’m open to anything, what are you suggesting?” Chenle asks.
“W–well, Donghyuck said it’s okay as long as you don’t touch me. But I, uh—“ Jisung gesticulates, trying his best to explain the plan. But the more words or gestures he uses, the more confused Chenle appears.
Eventually, Jisung grabs his bag from the table, pulling out the handcuffs Donghyuck had given him. Thinking that showing the keyholder them will help relay the message Jisung is trying to spell out.
“I’m allowed to touch you… I just can’t date you.”
The two of them sit in silence for a minute. Jisung sits with the handcuffs on his lap, his fingers trace the black fluffy material around them. He doesn’t look Chenle’s way, too afraid to see the other’s reaction.
What if Jisung read the signs all wrong?
Even though Chenle himself told Jisung he wants to obtain a C1 keycard one day to date him, that doesn’t mean he’s into this. Maybe it was a flirtatious comment not meant to be taken seriously? Guests say things all the time— things they don’t mean— things that are farfetched and a mere fantasy. What if Chenle—
“So, are you going to use them on me or?” Chenle chuckles at the surprised noise Jisung lets out.
“I didn’t know— I– you didn’t say yes,“ Jisung finally looks to his right. Both of Chenle’s hands were balled into fists, he was holding them out towards Jisung, his wrists pushed together. Like he had been sitting here for a whole minute silently waiting for Jisung to handcuff him.
“Sorry, explicit consent, right?” Chenle apologizes, snickering. “Yes Judy Hopps, please arrest me.”
“Is everything a joke to you?” Jisung sighs.
“Kind of, yeah.” Chenle lets out an airy laugh. “Not you though… It’s just cute when you get annoyed.”
Jisung can’t help but feel the corners of his lips curl up into a small smile. He takes Chenle’s wrist in his hand, pulling the other closer.
Chenle’s skin is as smooth as Jisung expected, maybe even softer. He holds his breath and looks down as he puts Chenle in handcuffs. The synthetic fur around them is almost as soft as his skin.
Jisung stands up. He stands in front of Chenle, one heel in front of the other. He desperately tries to recall what the next step would be, but all of his thoughts escape him when he sees Chenle looking up at him through his eyelashes. His eyes are eager and expectant—like he’s waiting for Jisung to pounce on him.
“Wait,” Jisung pauses. “I— I’ve never done this before so I—“
“You’re a virgin?” Chenle asks bewildered.
Jisung looks at his feet. “Yes, I’m sorry… If you’re uncomfortable I get it—”
“Don’t be sorry, It’s just surprising. Anyone’s lucky to have a piece of you.”
“I’ve always been too nervous, I don’t know what to do or how, so…” Jisung admits. “I felt it would be awkward.”
“But I’m worth the embarrassment?” Chenle sits up properly, his hands still handcuffed together, resting in his lap. He quirks an eyebrow. “I’m worth your first time?”
“Yes!” Jisung replies faster than he can think. The words that left Chenle’s mouth barely registered.
“You should come closer for that first, shouldn’t you?” Chenle beckons.
Jisung mindlessly follows Chenle’s gesture. He inches closer until he’s standing in between Chenle’s legs, knees pressed against the couch.
Chenle stares into Jisung’s doe eyes. The bunny towers over him in his high heels and yet looks anything but threatening. “Are we allowed to kiss?”
“Oh, yes, we are.” Jisung says shyly, still awkwardly standing there. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unable to stay completely still. Chenle laughs. Jisung is so oblivious . But he doesn’t want to tell the bunny to kiss him. Instead he pouts his lips and waits for Jisung to get the hint.
“Oh…”
Jisung bends down in the all too familiar bunny stance. He presses his lips to Chenle’s chapped ones. Chenle leans forward to deepen the kiss. He wants to cup Jisung’s cheeks so badly but is held back by the metal rings around his wrists.
Kissing Chenle is like heaven on earth to Jisung. This is what he’s been craving for months, has dreamt about night after night. His stomach swirls when Chenle slips his tongue in between Jisung’s lips.
The kiss is broken as soon as Jisung feels the tip of Chenle’s finger poke his thigh. He jolts at the unexpected touch. “Chenle!” Jisung squeaks.
“What? It was just an accident, that shouldn’t count.” Chenle shrugs his shoulders. His eyes give away his enjoyment of the situation.
With a sudden burst of confidence, Jisung grabs the chain connecting the cuffs around the other’s wrists together and yanks them up—moving Chenle’s hands above his head. “Keep your hands where I can see them, gege.” He whispers, his voice low and sultry.
The timid and soft spoken Jisung from earlier who got flustered by the thought of touching Chenle’s arm, vanishes within the split of a second. The serious look in Jisung’s eyes makes Chenle gulp. He eyes Chenle with a stare full of desire—a lust that neither of them have the words to describe—one reserved solely for Chenle.
Jisung may not be experienced, but he knows exactly what he wants. And what he wants is Chenle.
“I don’t know what to do…” Jisung bites his lip. He keeps his hold on the chain of the handcuffs, but he doesn’t make another move.
”What do you want?”
“ You.”
“You have me,” Chenle’s words come out in shaky breaths. He’s not used to this. Being under someone else's control, unable to move. “You can do anything you want.”
Jisung’s eyes dart from Chenle’s eyes to his crotch; the other is already hard in his pants. He can tell Chenle is holding back from wiggling out of his grasp and breaking the club’s policy.
“Want to make you feel good, but I—“
“Gege will guide you.” Chenle promises. His voice is tender, careful. It makes the bunny’s heart skip a beat.
The keyholder treats Jisung like he’s made of glass—fragile and delicate. As if Jisung isn’t standing in front of him in his work attire. The tight bodysuit with stockings underneath. The white puffy tail that rests just above his ass, a match to the bunny ears on his head. An outfit specially designed and crafted to profit off his body.
Chenle sees past that. He doesn’t treat Jisung like a sex object.
This isn’t the way Jisung ever thought he would lose his virginity. At work— with one of the club’s members— in secret. It should be anything but romantic, and yet he can feel the butterflies in his stomach flutter.
On some level this feels like they’re more than worker and client. That this isn’t pure lust but— it almost feels like love.
Almost.
Jisung lets go of the handcuffs. Chenle keeps his hands still in the air even without Jisung keeping him in place. He will be perfectly obedient for him.
“What if I’m bad at it?” Chenle can hear the doubt in Jisung’s voice. But Chenle could never be disappointed with him.
Jisung doesn’t know that though.
Chenle is already happy that all of the bunny’s doubts have shifted from— should I have sex with Chenle? to; How do I have sex with Chenle?. Maybe— not in those exact words.
“Bad at what?”
“Blowjobs? I don’t know— just, well, everything really,” Jisung frowns. This is never going to work out. He doesn’t have it in him to take the lead—to dominate. Whether Jisung has experience or not, he doesn’t think he has it in him.
“You want to suck my dick?” Chenle smirks. He’s having the time of his life, being able to make Jisung blush with a few words.
A shy bunny in his possession, practically laid out in front of Chenle, presenting himself beautifully.
As much as Chenle loves Jisung as a person, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to keep him as his property. Not in a degrading or dehumanizing way. He just wants to leave a mark, claim the bunny as his—so that Jisung won't hop over to someone else in the future.
Yeah…” Jisung nods. “If you’d let me?”
“Anything means anything .”
Without wasting more time than he already has, Jisung takes his heels off and gets on his knees in front of Chenle. However, he doesn’t dare to look up. He’s waiting for his breathing to stabilize and his mind to clear—reaching behind his back to fluff his tail a little in the meantime.
Chenle stares in awe at Jisung in front of him on his knees. It’s the first time that the roles are reversed and Jisung is the shorter one. It’s the first time Chenle has a view from the top, soon able to watch Jisung stare up at him, wide-eyed and innocent.
His eyes follow Jisung’s hands as the bunny plays with his tail. He’s leaning forward in a slight angle to reach his back. It gives Chenle the perfect shot. His eyes glide down Jisung’s back all the way to his ass where his tail sits. It’s cute how Jisung acts like his bunny features are real. He’s required to keep up his appearance, but he constantly plays and fidgets with them as well—as if it’s part of him.
Chenle wants to be patient. He doesn’t want to pressure Jisung when this is his first time. But after getting painfully hard after a single make out session, he feels just as much like a virgin as Jisung is.
“Jisung… Please,” Chenle calls out. He’s getting desperate for Jisung to touch him.
Jisung finally looks up, not missing the obvious bulge in Chenle’s pants as his eyes travel upwards.
The bunny takes the hint, and without verbally responding to Chenle’s pleas, he clumsily unbuttons Chenle’s pants. His hand rests on the other’s clothed erection. Jisung looks up with questioning eyes, as if he’s waiting for Chenle’s demands—his guidance.
“Do I, uh— take your pants off?” Jisung asks quietly.
“No,” Chenle groans. “Don’t bother with that, just pull it out.”
Jisung’s fingers tremble as he grabs hold of the waistband of Chenle’s boxers. He watches how the other’s cock springs free when he tugs them down, standing hard and flush against Chenle’s stomach. The tip glistens with precum. He wants to taste Chenle. And without much thinking, Jisung licks the top, collecting some of it on his tongue.
“F-fuck, Jisung— more, please,” Chenle lets out a gutteral moan. “Just— keep going,”
The younger nods. A measly lick already has Chenle’s hips stuttering. The instant reaction boosts Jisung’s confidence, the noises Chenle lets out only encourage him to continue.
He carefully wraps his hand around the shaft. Chenle’s cock feels heavy in Jisung’s hand. It’s an odd feeling; holding someone else’s dick in his hand. Jisung thought it would be similar to when he’s getting himself off—and it is—but oh, so different at the same time. Although Chenle is smaller than him, he’s thicker. But Jisung’s hands are still big enough to fully wrap around the base.
“Woah,”
The sound escapes Jisung before he knows it, earning a laugh from Chenle who can see the amazement and anticipation in his eyes. “Go on bunny, you know what to do.”
Jisung does as he’s told and continues to lick the tip of Chenle’s cock. He swirls his tongue around the head, his saliva mixing with the precum that threatens to drip down.
When Jisung dips the tip of his tongue into the slit, Chenle squirms in his hold. “ Fuck , Ji—“ Breathy moans spill past his lips. “Stop teasing.”
Jisung anxiously locks eyes with Chenle once again. A silent plea, begging the keyholder to tell him what to do.
“Try to just take head first, go slow. Gege can be patient.”
The bunny obliges. He takes the first inches with ease, but he struggles when he tries to take Chenle deeper. His throat isn’t used to the intrusion, making it impossible for Jisung to go down further without gagging.
“Use your hands for what you can’t take,” Chenle advises softly. “Don’t push yourself,”
If only he could brush his fingers through Jisung’s hair right now.
Jisung wraps both of his hands around the base of Chenle’s cock this time, taking him back into his mouth as far as he can. Chenle is right, he shouldn’t push himself too hard. Jisung takes his time, cautiously working his way down, slowly trying his best to suck Chenle in further.
“Doing so well for me,” Chenle mutters under his breath.
With Chenle’s words in the back of his mind, Jisung gradually starts to bob his head, his hands doing the rest of the work. The tips of his bunny ears brush along the keyholder’s stomach as he moves up and down.
Chenle throws his head back. His hands are still above his head, resting on top of his hair. The chain that holds his wrists together prevents his arms from lowering. Without it, he doesn’t think he has the strength to obediently hold them in place.
The heat of Jisung’s mouth on him is overwhelming. “God— it’s like you were made for this.” Chenle gasps.
Jisung preens at Chenle’s comment. The noise causes the muscles in his throat to vibrate, in turn, only making Chenle moan louder. The praise and satisfactory sounds slipping from the other’s mouth go straight to Jisung’s own cock—which is slowly growing harder, straining against the tight bodysuit.
“Wish I could run my hand through your hair,” Chenle emits a heavy breath. “You’d look so beautiful with my hand holding your head down,”
Every word that leaves the keyholder’s mouth makes Jisung swoon.
“You like that?” Chenle snickers. “Want gege to force you to take it next time?”
Jisung nods weakly. The thought of Chenle manhandling and using him for his own pleasure makes him feel dizzy, delirious.
“ Fuck, you’re so hot baby—“ The older thrusts his hips up a little. Enough to startle Jisung, but not enough to make him gag. “You’re gonna make me come soon.”
Chenle admitting his orgasm is approaching fuels the fire inside of Jisung. He increases his pace, sucking harder, desperate to please Chenle and help him reach his climax.
The blowjob has been somewhat sloppy due to the bunny’s lack of experience, messy and wet with excessive amounts of saliva. But something about it feels better than any other time anyone has sucked Chenle off. Perhaps it’s the tightness of Jisung’s virgin throat. Maybe it’s the visual of a sexy Playboy bunny on his knees for him.
Or maybe the person being Jisung is reason enough.
Chenle is so lost in his own thoughts and the feeling of Jisung soft lips wrapped around his cock, he misses the pressure building up in his stomach. And without warning, he comes down Jisung’s throat.
Jisung pulls back, but not all the way, collecting Chenle’s cum on his tongue. Some of it drips down the corners of his mouth, the bunny unable to choke everything down. A string of saliva still connects Jisung’s lips to the head of Chenle’s cock when the younger pulls off completely. His breathing is rapid and ragged as he tries to catch his breath.
The scene in front of Chenle is filthy. Jisung’s lips are covered in drool and semen. His cheeks are tainted a rosy pink, streaks of black eyeshadow running down. The bunny’s eyes are watery when he looks up at Chenle through his lashes.
“Gege…” Jisung whispers under his breath. “Kiss?”
Chenle doesn’t hesitate to lean down. He locks his hands behind Jisung’s head, caging him in—hungrily pressing their lips together.
The kiss is messy. His saliva mixes with Jisung’s own. The leftover remnants of his own cum land on his tastebuds as he licks Jisung’s bottom lip.
His hands touch the back of Jisung’s neck. Something that, a while ago, the bunny would deem a breach of the policy. But right now, Jisung could care less. Touching Chenle is nice, tasting Chenle is nice—but Chenle’s touch may be nicer than all of the above.
“Gege— did it feel good?” Jisung asks self consciously.
Chenle rests his forehead against Jisung’s. “Better than good. You’re perfect— you did amazing.”
Jisung has his head leaning on Chenle’s knee. His cheek squishes, brushed against the fabric of the keyholder’s pants. He blinks away the sleepiness, his body naturally relaxing by Chenle’s side. He almost forgets about his own hard-on with the fog clouding his brain.
Jisung jolts awake when he feels Chenle’s shoe press against his bulge.
“ Chenle.” Jisung yelps.
“What?” Chenle asks with a smug smile. “Thought I’d help you, no?”
“I can take care of it myself— it’s okay,” Jisung splutters.
“No.” Chenle’s voice is stern.
“What do you mean no?” Jisung fixes his headband, which was sliding off of his head. The ears move as if the bunny is twitching them with interest at Chenle’s comment.
“If I can’t touch you, you can’t touch yourself either.”
“T-then, how do you expect me to—“ Jisung starts, but is cut off by Chenle.
“Well,” With his hands still cuffed together, he pats his thigh. “You’re a bunny aren’t you?”
Jisung looks from Chenle’s lap to his eyes, back and forth. Is the other being vague or is he more clueless when it comes to sex as he thought? Chenle doesn’t say more, he doesn’t explain what he means by it, leaving Jisung speechless.
Does he just want Jisung to sit in his lap? But how does that correlate to being a bunny?
Chenle sighs. “Is my bunny so dumb I need to tell him how to be one?”
“N-no— I—“ Jisung splutters. He wants to say he has figured it out. He wants to say he knows exactly what Chenle is implying—but he can’t. Jisung doesn’t have a clue, and the longer he thinks about it, the more questions pop up in his head. “Yes… I’m sorry,” He admits, his head hanging low in shame.
“Come, sit first.”
Jisung scrambles up from the floor, clumsily crawling onto Chenle’s lap. His thighs pressed to the sides of the older’s right thigh. His knee a shy distance away from Chenle’s crotch. “So, what do I—“ Jisung’s words are swallowed by Chenle who pulls him into a kiss.
The bunny mewls when Chenle’s mouth travels down to his neck, the keyholder is fixated on leaving his mark. He mouths at the skin of Jisung’s neck, right above the bow tie—biting and sucking hard enough til he’s certain it will bruise.
“Fuck, you’re so cute Jisung-ah.” Chenle pants against Jisung’s skin. He moves up to whisper into the bunny’s ear. “Just move your hips.”
Oh. The pieces all fall into place for Jisung.
Chenle wants him to hump his leg.
“Keep your tail on.” The keyholder begs when Jisung reaches to take off his clothes. His hands descend down, his fingers tracing Jisung’s spine until he reaches the other’s waist.
“I can’t take my suit off then…” Jisung says.
With the help of the handcuffs, Chenle pulls Jisung closer. “You don’t need to.” The movement makes the bunny’s clothed erection rub against Chenle’s thigh. Jisung’s own thighs quiver at the sensation.
Jisung places his hands on Chenle’s chest. He can feel the boy’s heartbeat under his palm. Despite the dominant tone present in Chenle’s voice, his heart is going a hundred miles an hour.
It’s uncomfortable with how tight his uniform is. But Jisung tries his best to follow Chenle’s commands. He throws his arms around the older’s neck, clinging onto him. “Will try to do my best, for gege.” Jisung mumbles. He doesn’t need much guidance now that he knows what Chenle meant. He isn’t new to this—well—it’s new with someone.
Chenle’s leg is firmer than when Jisung humps his pillow late at night. The pressure of grinding down is more intense, harder. It feels good. In no time Jisung sets a faster pace, frantically rubbing his cock against Chenle’s leg, his head buried in the crook of Chenle’s neck.
“You’re not so shy now, are you?” Chenle chuckles, hands still wrapped around Jisung’s waist. He wishes he could hold onto the bunny’s hips as he rides his thigh. Jisung whines incoherently. “Does my bunny do this a lot?”
Jisung nods meekly. “Y-yes,” His hips keep moving in a frenzy, the only thing on his mind is the pleasure he’s feeling.
“God— Jisung, you’re like a real one, always in heat.”
Jisung’s legs tremble as he chases his release, Chenle’s voice sounds somewhere far away. He lets out a string of whimpers, any other response stuck in the back of his throat.
“So needy, humping my leg like this. Though–” Chenle turns his head to the side, burying his nose in Jisung’s hair. “–I think you’d dumbly rut against anything I’d give you, as long as you get to come.”
Chenle feels Jisung’s tears wet on his skin. “It’s okay, gege got you,” He shushes. “Come for me.”
The keyholder’s words are enough to send Jisung over the edge. He comes in long spurts, cum soaking the inside of his uniform. Chenle holds Jisung tightly as he rides out his orgasm. Exhausted, Jisung slumps against Chenle’s body. His eyes flutter shut.
Chenle’s embrace is nice and warm. He doesn’t care anymore that the other’s hands are technically touching his back. He can barely keep his eyes open—let alone think about the lengthy Playboy manual.
“Just press the button on the side,” Jisung slurs before sleep overtakes him.
And that’s how Donghyuck finds them—Jisung asleep on Chenle’s lap. He looks like a mess. Makeup ruined, tear stains running down his cheeks and his uniform disheveled. His bunny ears have fallen off and are, along with the handcuffs, laid next to them on the couch. Donghyuck doesn’t miss the marks forming on his best friend’s neck either.
Yet the expression on Jisung’s face is calm, one of comfort.
One of Chenle’s hands gently brushes through Jisung’s unkempt hair. The other hand lays flat on the bunny’s thigh.
“Uh—“ Chenle panics, seeing Donghyuck, the bunny mother, walk into the room. “It’s not what it looks like,” He raises his hands in the air, pretending he never touched Jisung.
“Relax,” Donghyuck laughs. “I don’t care.”
The boy walks over to the couch. Chenle catches a certain fondness present in Donghyuck’s eyes when he bends down to brush Jisung’s hair out of his face.
“You really did a number on him.”
“It’s mutual, honestly.” The keyholder smiles. Everything about tonight made Chenle’s obsession grow bigger. He craves to have this for the rest of his life.
Donghyuck stands up straight. He crosses his arms as he stares down at Chenle with a serious look in his eyes. “I may know someone who can sell you a C1,”
Chenle’s eyes widen. He expected some speech like; don’t break his heart or I’ll break you. He already had the classic “I won’t ” response ready on the tip of his tongue.
“But, only if you’re serious. It’s not a small price.” Donghyuck adds. He breaks eye contact with Chenle, his gaze shifting to the sleeping bunny in the keyholder’s arms. “It’s up to you whether you think my Jisung is worth it.”
And without hesitation, Chenle replies. “He is.”