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It started, as most things seem to do, with Seo Changbin.
It was an ordinary day, like any other. They were chugging along the same schedule, and it was the part of the day where everyone starts to get a bit loopy from exhaustion, usually after dance practice.
Minho isn't even sure what made him pay attention that day.
All he remembers is he was sitting on the floor as everyone took a water break, Jisung and Jeongin flanking his sides, when he spotted Seungmin and Changbin on the couch. Seungmin was bothering his hyung, as per usual, poking and prodding until Changbin's patience wore out, and it kickstarted a tickling fight that had them sliding to the floor. By the end Seungmin was squirming, yelling in defeat as Changbin held his wrists hostage with one hand, while his fingers ruthlessly found all of Seungmin's ticklish spots and dug in. Watched as Changbin released his grip with a disgustingly fond little smile before trotting off to the bathroom, leaving Seungmin laying on the floor.
That was usually when Minho would look away, find something else to observe, because their little match was over, and he'd rather tap dance on the peak of Mt. Everest than let himself be caught blatantly watching Seungmin.
Except that's exactly what he did, eyes unmoving as Seungmin slowly got back up to his feet, giving Minho a clear view of the satisfied look he was donning, along with a faint dusting of pink across his entire face.
Then Seungmin met his eyes, seeming almost startled, before blatantly shifting to the face that Minho recognized as his teasing one. And proceeded to do just that, all but heckling Minho until Minho had no choice but to engage in yet another lighthearted verbal spar.
It was later, when Minho was laying in bed, watching a new compilation of cute animals, that he finally came to a realization. But he didn't ponder over it for too long. He needed to observe a bit more, before putting any value on his theories.
And observe he did. Let himself unabashedly watch Seungmin for the first time. For science.
Watched the way Seungmin poked at Changbin, how he flitted around Jeongin like a tall, lanky fly, tried to bob and weave away from Chan's affection, and fondly made fun of Jisung.
Watched the way he went limp when Changbin finally grabbed at him, the way he swallowed with Jeongin's hand on his throat, how he went putty in Chan's arms, the smile he tried to control when Jisung's arm wrapped around his waist and tugged.
He watched it all and came to two conclusions.
- Seungmin enjoyed poking the bears of their group, the ones with enough muscle to threaten him with them.
- But this didn't include Minho, at least not physically.
The first wasn't particularly new or surprising. It wasn't like Seungmin tried to really hide it, his penchant for trying to brawl with people who could probably snap him in half.
The second though… that one almost contradicted the first.
Because it's just a fact that Minho is built. That he should be categorized as one of the bears of the group when it came to his body. And yet, Seungmin seemed content to only engage in a war of words with him, always backing off before Minho could be irritated enough to reach for him. Always seeming to know the line, and how to toe it without tipping over.
Though that wasn't always the case. Minho remembered a time when Seungmin did make it a habit to poke and prod him, to slap his thigh and run away, sling an arm around him solely so Minho could shrug it off.
A time that, Minho realized, was before they became… whatever it is that they currently are.
(Fuck buddies? A warm body? Something more and unnamed? That's a bridge Minho is neither ready to cross nor burn.)
A time before they became physical in a different sort of way.
And as Minho watched the matching spots of pink on Seungmin's face after getting tackled by Chan yet again, he realized that there might be a connection that he's been missing.
Despite his title of pro-idol, Minho is a man of science. Which means that he needs to perform a set of experiments for this new theory.
He always has preferred a more hands-on approach over being an observer.
i. training room
The first time isn't even planned.
When Minho's solo schedule gets abruptly cancelled, leaving him to deal with a free afternoon full of nervous energy, he decides that pummeling a punching bag is probably the best option. And when Seungmin asks if he can come along, citing how rusty his boxing skills have become, Minho is still too busy trying to shove his gloves in a bag to think much past a distracted yes.
They decide to reserve a training room at the company gym as opposed to the usual facility they frequent, not particularly wanting to deal with extra attention. They wrap their hands, do their stretches, start practicing their jabs and kicks. Both in their own rhythm, just co-existing in peaceful silence.
At least until Minho spots Seungmin observing him more than practicing.
"What?"
Seungmin just smiles, awkward and sheepish.
"I meant it when I said I was rusty. I'm just watching your form."
Minho eyes him, rubbing his wrist. Pushes his hair off his eyes before turning so he's fully facing Seungmin.
"Let's spar then."
Seungmin blinks, getting uncharacteristically flustered.
"Oh… um… that's… you can just do what you were doing, hyung. I'll stop staring."
"What? It's fine. This is the best way to trigger muscle memory."
Minho's brows raise at the way Seungmin fidgets, face getting a lot more flushed than usual.
It's then that Minho abruptly remembers his new… project.
Hm.
"It's really fine. I'm just gonna…"
"Are you that scared to train with me?" Minho injects the sweet condescension he's spent years perfecting into his tone, letting a smile stretch across his lips. "I guess we don't have to then."
It usually doesn't work quite as well in getting a reaction out of Seungmin as he would like, but Seungmin isn't as immune to it as he tries to pretend he is either. He sees Seungmin's throat bob with a hard swallow, knows it's affecting him plenty today.
"…fine. Fine, okay."
Seungmin jumps a little, seemingly preparing himself mentally and physically, before raising his fists and getting into the correct stance. Minho fights back an amused smile, innocently beckoning Seungmin closer.
Seungmin hesitates before obeying, and Minho waits until he's close enough to promptly duck down and sweep Seungmin's feet off the floor with a leg, sending him sprawling on the mat with a surprised yelp. Wastes no time to get on top and pin his wrists down, caging him between his thighs.
Minho feels a brief flash of guilt at the scrunched up, almost hurt expression on Seungmin's face… but then he opens his eyes, and Minho sees the way his breath hitches, pupils dilating.
"What–?" Seungmin recovers from the surprise and squirms, Minho immediately putting more weight until Seungmin freezes, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Why are you wriggling? You like this, don't you?"
"…what?"
"Seungminnie," Minho murmurs, adopting an overly casual tone. "Hyung's been feeling left out."
"What are you–?" Seungmin already sounds breathless, words dying with a choked off noise when Minho slots a thigh between his legs and presses down on the steadily growing interest. Minho smiles, leans down until they're nose to nose, starting a painfully slow rhythm. "Hyung d-don't, we're in–"
"Door's locked." Minho licks a stripe up his neck, relishing in the way it has him shivering. "Camera hasn't worked since I joined this company."
If anything, he's pretty sure this room works part time as the place to do the very thing that he's planning.
"Need you to focus."
"Focus on what?"
"Me." Minho teasingly blows on his neck just to watch him squirm, tightening his hold even more. "Like I was saying. I've been feeling left out. Ask me why."
Seungmin exhales slowly, looking up at him with exasperation.
"Why?"
"You clearly like being held down. Held in place. Thrown around. Treated rough." Seungmin stares at him, eyes widening again. "I know you've noticed me watching. Do you like feeling weak, Seungminnie?"
"I… that's not…"
"You keep pushing our members until they retaliate." Minho barrels on, grinding down hard when Seungmin starts to protest. "Except for the one person you're having sex with. Why is that, hm?"
"I don't–"
"But you do." Minho flexes his thigh, delighted in the way it has Seungmin moaning, hips helplessly pushing up. "Tell me. We both know you're not really scared of me. So what are you scared of? Liking it too much? Losing control? Losing control to me?"
Seungmin squeezes his eyes shut with a whimper, neck straining as he seemingly tries to hide his flushed face against the mat to no avail. Minho just watches him, fascinated at seeing a side he had only gotten glimpses of before this.
"It's all of it, isn't it? Isn't it, Seungminnie?" Minho abruptly moves his thigh, Seungmin whining at the sudden loss of friction. Can't help kissing him, messy and hungry, holding himself up and out of reach when Seungmin tries to chase his lips. "Answer me, puppy. Hyung wants to know."
Seungmin stares up at him with his glistening eyes, mouth trembling. Minho takes pity and presses his thigh back down, feeling heat flare in his stomach when Seungmin immediately bucks up again.
"Look at you. You like it so much, don't you? Me holding you down?"
Seungmin nods his head, looking so overwhelmed it's making Minho lightheaded.
"What else would you like, hm?" Minho moves faster, with intent – wants to see Seungmin come all over himself just from this. "Do you want me to shove you? Yank you around? Choke you?"
Seungmin shudders, hands flexing like he wants to pull them away. Minho just tightens his hold.
"Say yes or no, Seungminnie. Tell me what you want. I want to hear it."
"…yes." Seungmin whimpers, staring up at him helplessly.
"Yes what? You want it all?"
Minho huffs a laugh when Seungmin nods again, looking close to tears. Leans down so he's murmuring right in his ear.
"Greedy baby. Yeah, I could do that. You're so light, so easy to pick up. I could do whatever I want, couldn't I? Maybe I'll just carry you around like a toy. Push you around. Hold you down like this. Hold you up and fuck you like my own little cocksleeve."
Minho feels Seungmin tense then, arching underneath him with a wet gasp. It makes him pause, leaning back to see the way Seungmin slumps back down, practically melting into the mat. Glances down between them in surprise.
"Did you just–?"
Seungmin refuses to look at him, closing his eyes as he catches his breath. Minho wants to tease, to make some witty little quip, but Seungmin looks exceptionally fragile, so he doesn't. Doesn't say a word, delicately pulling himself away and getting to his feet.
He ends up having to help Seungmin undo his wraps, gently holds on to his trembling fingers until they still. Kisses him once, just a press of lips, tying his jacket around Seungmin's waist before steering them home.
Later, after a shower and dinner, as he's under the covers, he lets himself think about what happened. Feels his cock stir again, returning with a vengeance since he didn't get a chance to come earlier. Slides a hand down, and thinks about the way Seungmin shook under him, his face, his helplessness, looking so needy and small. It's more than enough to have him spilling messily into his fist.
Despite clearly having enjoyed their little… bonding session, Seungmin starts to avoid him. Blatantly too, to the point Minho gets taken aside by almost all of the members to ask what he did, much to his annoyance. Why do they always believe he's the instigator?
Okay, so he was this time, but it's still insulting.
Jeongin is the only one who doesn't ask. When Seungmin abruptly gets up and flees from the living room the moment he hears Minho coming out of his bedroom, he just shoots Minho a look before going back to his game. Minding his business. It's why he's one of Minho's favorites.
Still, it starts to worry him a little. Whether he crossed a line, pushed too hard.
At least until Seungmin trips during practice, when Minho just happens to be the one next to him, managing to catch him before he faceplants. When he tugs him back upright, he gets a clear view of Seungmin's face, the blatant want in his eyes before he stumbles out of Minho's hold.
After that, Minho starts noticing more things, catching Seungmin's furtive glances when they're all together, the way he tenses whenever Minho gets too close. Not in fear but… expectantly.
And Minho realizes that he didn't push a line. Just drew a new one.
That realization helps him to relax, to let Seungmin do whatever he needs to in order to get over this new development.
As the days pass and Minho keeps his hands politely to himself, Seungmin finally relaxes and stops avoiding him. Goes from cautious to relieved disappointment, clearly under the impression it might have been a one time thing.
Minho lets him believe that, because he wants to catch him off guard again, make it just as fun as the first time.
His members would probably find it alarming, but Minho knows Seungmin well enough to know their little prey-predator game gets him just as hot as it gets Minho.
ii. seungmin's room
Jeongin and Felix have happily skipped off to the new cafe that just opened up closeby, cutely excited when Minho had given them a gift card, saying he'd gotten it from one of the staff.
It's a lie, but they don't really need to know that he bought it because he wants them out of the dorm.
He lounges on the couch, scrolling through his messages and rewatching the videos his mom sent of the cats, as he waits for Seungmin to finish showering. He's smiling at a video of Dori trying valiantly to attack the vacuum when he hears the water shut off, then the sound of the bathroom door opening.
He turns to find Seungmin in only a towel, drying his hair with another one as he shuffles to his room. Usually, he tends to dress before he comes out of the bathroom, but it seems he forgot to take his clothes with him today.
Very convenient for Minho's plans.
He waits for a few more seconds before getting up and making his way to Seungmin's bedroom, footsteps silent. Seungmin is standing by his bed and staring down at his phone, towel rubbing at his head absentmindedly, too distracted to notice Minho come in.
When he finally does seem to become aware of another presence in the room, he looks up and promptly flinches in surprise, dropping his phone. Minho bites back a laugh, tsking teasingly before tugging the towel of his lax hand and gently drying his hair.
"The babies went to the new cafe."
"New cafe?" Seungmin asks in a mumble, standing stock still.
"Mhm. They were gonna wait for you, but it closes soon so I told them to just go. We can always go next time."
Seungmin doesn't reply, head ducked down as Minho towels his hair. Minho pushes his hair off his face before letting the towel drop to the floor. Waits patiently for Seungmin to slowly lift his head and make eye contact, looking cautious and vaguely scared. Like a prey trapped.
Though Minho doubts any other prey would be as aroused at the sight of its pursuer as Seungmin clearly is.
"Seungminnie, when you look at me like you're waiting for me to do something to you, do you know what it tempts me to do?"
"Something to me?" Seungmin whispers, nervously licking his lips.
Minho's lips twitch up in a smile, and he leans up to gently kiss his nose. Then promptly slides a hand down and untucks the towel. Seungmin gets a very brief moment to look down in muted surprise before Minho pushes him onto the bed.
Immediately smooths his hands up Seungmin's thighs before grabbing them tight, yanking Seungmin up until his legs are on Minho's shoulder. Seungmin jerks, staring up at Minho, neck and stomach trembling with the effort to keep his head up. Minho is sure it's awkward and uncomfortable – with him standing, Seungmin's shoulders barely touch the bed. Completely at Minho's mercy.
In this position, Minho's up close and personal with Seungmin's soft cock, which is starting to fill up in interest. Minho licks teasingly at the head, enjoys the way it has Seungmin twitching under his hands.
"H-hyung…" His voice is strained, still trying to hold himself up with shaky arms and get a little bit of control back. Minho promptly denies him that by moving further away from the bed. Seungmin's legs flail, heel sliding uselessly down Minho's back, unable to get any sort of anchor.
Minho waits till he settles before licking Seungmin's cock, base up to the tip, then sliding it into his mouth. Seungmin tenses in his hold with a strangled noise before starting to squirm – Minho flexes his fingers to keep him still as he gets into it. No more teasing, just the single minded mission to make Seungmin come, and come fast.
Hit and run orgasm.
Minho enjoys the way he feels Seungmin getting fully hard, causing his lips to stretch further, the weight of it getting heavier on his tongue. Swallows down as much as he can, wet and messy, eyes fluttering close in focus. Gets spurred on by the quiet, needy noises he's pulling out of Seungmin, tongue pressing against the slit.
"Hyung– Minho hyu– ah– I'm– uh–"
Seungmin can barely speak from the onslaught of pleasure, whining and moaning weakly. Can't even get a warning out before he's coming, flooding Minho's mouth, then untensing and going limp in his hold. Minho swallows it to the last drop, sucks him dry, and then keeps going until Seungmin is writhing and whimpering from the overstimulation.
He finally pulls back with a wet gasp, tossing Seungmin back on his bed.
"Thanks for the drink." He pats Seungmin's stomach with a grin. Seungmin doesn't respond, laying still and staring up at the ceiling, almost catatonic.
Minho escapes to the bathroom, leaning against the door and shoving a hand down his pants. His fingers just barely wrap around his cock before he's coming, hard enough to have him sliding down to slump on the floor, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
"Fuck."
It becomes Minho's turn to be distant, though not to the extent Seungmin was. He still jokes around, even spanks Seungmin's ass when one of the members carry him over like an offering.
He feels like his dick is about to fall right off with how often he's been masturbating. Every time he even starts to think about the two… experiments so far, his hand has already gotten the memo and headed south.
It's a problem. But he can't stop. He just needs a breather is all.
Except he doesn't factor in one small thing.
Kim Seungmin himself.
iii. their shared bathroom
Minho's scrubbing conditioner out of his hair when he hears the bathroom door opening, making sure he isn't about to blind himself before squinting to see who the intruder is.
He lifts the shower curtain just enough to get a clear view of Seungmin, brows shooting up at the way he's just standing there. Arms crossed. Trying to look menacing (?) but looking more like a pouting puppy.
"Is this an intimidation tactic, Kim Seungmin?"
"If you're going to sneak up on me, then I should be allowed to do the same."
"Allowed?" Minho repeats, amused. "Does puppy need permission?"
Seungmin flushes at that, swallowing nervously before trying to regain control.
Or gain it, Minho supposes. It's been in Minho's custody for quite a while now.
"Just do what you were doing, hyung. You're not bothered, right?"
"If you want to be so brave, why don't you come in?" Minho pushes the curtain enough to make room for Seungmin to climb in, with the added effect of his wet, naked body being on full display. Seungmin's eyes flick down, almost reflexively, before he looks up again, taking a small step back.
"I'll shower later."
"You're already here. We can save some water. Unless hyung scares you that much?"
Nothing except the sound of the shower continuing to run as they stare at each other.
Seungmin finally exhales, wearily, almost in defeat, before yanking his shirt off, then his pants.
Minho steps back to make room, biting back a smile. Seungmin joins him and closes the curtain behind him, easily allowing Minho to pull him close until he's under the water too.
Seungmin has that same tense, expectant body language. His eyes are cast down as his wet hair sticks to his face, hand clenching and unclenching nervously.
Minho reaches for the shampoo bottle, Seungmin blinking at him as Minho's fingers scritch his scalp, working the lather in. He washes his hair, conditions, reaches for the body wash. Doesn't try anything funny the entire time.
Not yet.
It's domestic and intimate in a way that feels both familiar, and completely foreign. They've been in this exact situation many times, and other situations just like this too.
Couple-y situations.
Minho focuses on the heavy sexual tension settling in the bathroom to distract himself from that vein of thought, slathering body wash all over Seungmin's lithe body. He is still not ready to even see that particular bridge.
His hands slide down, and he feels Seungmin tense immediately when he touches his cock. Minho doesn't linger, instead moving closer to reach the back of Seungmin's neck, down his back, fingers sliding between his cheeks. Their faces are uncomfortably close, so Seungmin can't hide the way his face flushes, breath hitching. Minho still doesn't linger, almost clinical as he makes sure to get every inch of Seungmin's body.
Walks backwards, guiding Seungmin by the waist until the water is mostly hitting him instead of Minho. Starts to wash the soap off, again making sure to get every nook and cranny – his neck, chest, hips, back.
Then pushes Seungmin against the wall, eliciting a soft hiss as Seungmin's chest presses against the cold tiles. Reaches a hand to wash his cock, then starts to tug, working it until it starts to fill up. Seungmin shudders, forehead pressing against the wall as he bucks his hips into Minho's fist.
"Hyung…"
Minho presses his chest to Seungmin's back, kissing his shoulder before sliding a hand up to hold his throat, tugging him back into an arch so he can murmur right in his ear.
"Just remember, you chose to come in here this time." Feels the way Seungmin swallows heavily under his fingers.
"…I know."
Minho smiles, lets go, washing everything in the back before kneeling down and reaching over to turn the water off. Looks up just as Seungmin looks down at him. His eyes are shiny, mouth trembling. Already such a mess.
Minho spreads his ass, blows on his hole teasingly. Seungmin flinches, pressing himself harder against the wall.
"Hyung, I… I'll slip."
"No you won't. I'll catch you." Seungmin shivers at that, just as expected.
Minho leans in then, licks a stripe up – tightens his hold when Seungmin jerks. Presses in and licks, again and again, fingers digging in as he kneads both cheeks.
As he gets sloppily into it, sucking at his rim, tongue pressing inside, Seungmin starts to make soft little noises. It gets him going, of course it does, that sweet voice moaning for him enough to make Minho want to reduce him to pure desperation.
He grabs a leg and lifts it over his shoulder, so he's right between Seungmin's legs, able to press even closer, bury his face in even more. Pins Seungmin harder into the wall, holding him in place as he eats him out hungrily.
Seungmin comes just like that, untouched, shaking and crying out weakly, splashing white all over the wall. Minho pulls back, catching his breath. Gets up off the tub floor, just in time to catch and steady Seungmin as his legs buckle. Presses him back against the wall, tugging him down into a messy kiss.
He turns the shower back on when it looks like Seungmin's soul has returned to his body, washing the come off his cock and the wall.
Then Seungmin slides down to his knees, completely unprompted. Minho cards his fingers through his hair, swallows past his dry throat when those big eyes look up at him, mouth dropping open. Expectant. Waiting for whatever Minho wants to do.
"Good boy." Minho murmurs, gripping his hair before pulling him closer, groaning as Seungmin obediently swallows his cock down.
It seems to become some kind of weird ritual, both of them once again annoyingly in sync in a way that would delight Jeongin if he were to know. Which he won't, ever, if both of them can help it.
It's Seungmin's turn to be weird and avoidant again, though he's thankfully subtle enough for Minho to avoid yet another interrogation. Minho is a lot more understanding this time around – it felt like they once again redrew their lines during that shower.
Still, he can't quite get over the image of a flushed, fucked out, fresh from an orgasm Seungmin sucking his cock down. And clearly neither can said cock.
He can't be patient like last time, doesn't particularly even care about catching him off guard anymore. Just wants to see him squirm, make him desperate and teary, make him come hard enough to see stars.
And also come himself. Get his own dick wet. His brain helpfully supplies. He tucks away the alarming realization that those were the last things on his list in the same box of avoidance where he keeps every other thought he doesn't want to tackle.
The second realization that almost all of them are Seungmin related also gets shoved straight in alongside the first.
He's using his brain for more productive ideas, like how to catch slippery little Seungmin back in his arms, when he literally stumbles into one.
He opens his bedroom door to once again be greeted by an exasperating amount of boxes right in front of it. Looks down to see the giant printed TO: KIM SEUNGMIN on the one closest to him. Glad that he's home alone so no one witnesses his hysterical, bordering-on-evil laugh.
Well then. He hasn't been playing fair since the very beginning, no use starting now.
iv. minho's room
"Accidentally grabbed one of your packages along with mine. Come get it." Minho hangs up before Seungmin can respond, smiling at his wallpaper of Changbin's goofy face.
Glances up and immediately beats his facial muscles into expressionless submission when he sees how insane he looks.
Seungmin doesn't come immediately, though Minho expected that. Even hid the box in case he tried to sneak in when Minho wasn't there.
Decides to relax in his bed when he hears the shower in their bathroom running, spamming Stays with bubble messages as he waits.
He ends up rewatching one of his favorite cute animals compilations, falls into a Youtube hole and somehow finds himself watching the beginning of a four hour long video of some guy complaining about a video game (Part one of FOUR?) when there's a tentative knock. He immediately shoots up, reaching for the package before leisurely making his way to the door, opening it to the sight of one Kim Seungmin drowning in a hoodie, hair still dripping a little bit.
"In a hurry? Your hair is creating a puddle." He can't help but tease, huffing a laugh when Seungmin just pulls his hood up.
He's tense, once again thrumming with that same nervous, expectant energy that Minho is starting to like a bit too much, making his hands itch to touch.
So, of course, he has to play with him a little bit.
"Here you go." He says sweetly, offering Seungmin the box. Seungmin blinks in surprise, staring down at it and then back up at Minho's face before cautiously taking it. Minho doesn't do anything, just drops his hand, continuing to smile while casually leaning against the doorway.
Seungmin stares at him for another beat. Minho just raises his brows and makes a sweeping gesture towards Seungmin's bedroom, a dismissal. Seungmin hesitates then obeys, shuffling off to his room, his shoulders slumping visibly.
Cute.
Minho lets him take a few steps before he strides over and grabs him by the hoodie, all but dragging him back. Seungmin drops the box in surprise, making a choked off noise as he's pulled inside Minho's room.
There was a time when Minho was a bit self-conscious about how small his hands and fingers were. But right now, as he slides a hand down the wide expanse of Seungmin's shoulders and back, the stark difference in size only makes him hot.
God, it's such a good view.
That wide back, tapering into a tiny little waist, and then his ass. That's currently stuffed with Minho's cock.
He rolls his hip, nice and slow, lips twitching at the way Seungmin shudders, his quiet groan.
He'd barely struggled when Minho had tossed him onto his bed, just trembled, eyes wide and teary as Minho got him hard. Manhandled him onto his hands and knees. Fingered him open before sliding in with a moan.
Their calm, collected, level headed Seungminnie. Reduced to nothing but a cock hungry, dumb little thing.
He'd be tempted to share the view with the rest of his members if it weren't for the boiling hot possessiveness that flares in his gut at the mere thought.
Yet another thing for the box.
Minho pulls back until it's just his tip, watches the way Seungmin's hole flutters, desperately trying to suck him back in. Groans as he pushes back inside, slow, making sure Seungmin feels every single inch.
Seungmin's shaking, skin rippling with waves of tremors, way past the point of desperation. Minho's been edging him for so long it's bordering on cruel, but he's still not satisfied. Wants Seungmin to beg, to cry, wants him constantly starving and aching for Minho – for his cock, his mouth, his every touch.
Minho leans down to drape himself on Seungmin's back, cock pushing even deeper, smiling as Seungmin moans. He hears his breath hitch with a sob, forehead dropping down onto the pillow.
"Please…"
"Hm? What was that?"
"Please." Seungmin whispers again, a bit louder, breaths wet and shaky.
"Please what, pup? Tell me what you want."
"Please let me come. Hyung, please– I wanna come, please–"
Minho leans back up and fucks in sharp, has Seungmin crying. He grips the back of his neck and shoves him back down into the pillow, before snapping his hips again.
And again and again. Unable to keep that steady, slow rhythm when he's also fighting back an orgasm with the skin of his teeth. Lets his body set the pace it's wanted, hard and fast, the sound of his hips slapping against Seungmin's ass echoing in his room.
He's sincerely hoping Jeongin and Felix put their headphones in, but not enough to check. Not when Seungmin's body is so hot, perfectly molding around his cock as Minho rams in.
Still, he's not Lee Minho if he doesn't indulge in some loving taunting.
"Don't come." Minho breathes, mouthing at Seungmin's shoulder as he continues his relentless pace. "Don't come, Seungminnie. Don't come. Don't come. Don't come."
Seungmin sobs as Minho continues to chant, timing it with every deep, hard snap of his hips. There's no way Seungmin will be able to keep obeying, not with the way he's being fucked, so hard the headboard is slamming against the wall, and especially not when Minho finds his spot again.
"Ah! Uh– no– hyung, hyung, hyung– please–"
Minho just grabs his waist and angles him to fuck him just right, moaning at the way it makes Seungmin clench.
"Beg me to come."
"Please!" Seungmin whines, gasping as he struggles to catch his breath. "Pl– uhhn– ple–ase– let– fuck–"
"We are." Minho jokes, fingers starting to slide from the sweat between their bodies. He tightens his hold, yanking Seungmin back to meet his cock thrust for thrust, feeling breathless from the way Seungmin is squirming.
"Hyung, please–" Seungmin begs again, shaky fingers grabbing onto the sheets, body shuddering as Minho fucks in.
"Is hyung fucking you too good, Seungminnie?'
Seungmin nods furiously, eyes squeezed shut as Minho punches pathetic moans out of him with every snap of his hips.
"Say it. Say hyung's fucking me too good."
"Hyung's– fuck – ing– ah ah ah–"
Minho likes the way Seungmin's stumbling over his words, fucks in even harder just to hear his breath hitch, hear the way he hiccups and tries to speak past his moans.
"–me– t–too–"
"Good." Minho finishes for him, gritting his teeth as he grinds his cock in, feeling heat pooling in his stomach.
Seungmin cries out then, clenching tight as he comes. Minho keeps fucking him, and Seungmin keeps coming and coming, almost hyperventilating, chest heaving as he loses his breath, orgasm wracking through his whole body, wringing him dry.
When Seungmin flops unceremoniously onto the bed, Minho lets him, his cock slipping out. Turns him around to look at him – another wave of arousal hitting him at the sight of Seungmin's fucked out face, mouth dumbly hanging open, eyes half lidded.
He came so hard he hit his own chin, come sliding down his neck.
Minho grabs Seungmin's hand and wraps it around his cock. It's limp and useless, but just the sight of those long fingers around him as Minho uses it to jerk himself off is enough. He comes hard, right on Seungmin's spent body, covering his chest, white dripping down his wrist.
Minho drops Seungmin's hand, sitting back on his haunches as he catches his breath. When he finally feels calm enough, he looks down again, audibly groaning at the sight of Seungmin – passed out, exhausted from being fucked, come splattered all over his skin. His own and Minho's.
He feels that same possessive heat in his gut, and wonders if the box will be big enough for all the thoughts and feelings he's cramming in there.
It's clear Seungmin feels embarrassed about this whole mess, with the way he studiously avoids meeting Minho's eyes, face flushing pink whenever he gets too close.
It's kind of funny, considering it used to be Minho who had a hard time dealing with Seungmin after they fucked. It was Minho that used to get cornered, gently coaxed into pliancy, the one who had to duck and hide until he got over it.
Now he just feels at peace, and enjoys the way Seungmin grapples with the very obvious fact that he enjoys relinquishing control.
He should've known he'd try to be a stubborn bastard about it too.
v. living room
Minho's watching a movie, attempting to fit an impressive amount of popcorn into his mouth when his view is suddenly blocked by a very familiar body.
Minho blinks up at Seungmin, who just stares back impassively.
"Not really liking the view right now, if I'm being honest."
"Innie and Felix don't seem to be home that often these days." Seungmin remarks, completely ignoring Minho's comment.
Minho chews on his popcorn, slowly just to be obnoxious, staring at Seungmin as he swallows. Seungmin stares back.
"Think they've caught on that we've been…"
"Fucking?" Seungmin finishes bluntly. Minho doesn't know why he has to suppress a wince.
"They already knew that. Just that we've been doing it… more."
"Huh." Minho could tell right off the bat that something's off with Seungmin today, but the more they speak, the more concerned he's getting.
"Seungminnie–"
"So since we're fucking a lot they decide to just leave me behind all the time. With you."
Minho's brows furrow, and he tamps down on the surge of irritation he feels at the accusing tone he's sensing.
"You could always just ask them to take you. Haven't heard you complaining. At least until today."
Seungmin swallows, and Minho sees the way his jaw twitches. Wonders if they're about to have their first fight in a very long time, when Seungmin grabs the remote and turns the TV off. And promptly slides into his lap.
"What are you–"
"I'm gonna ride you." Seungmin says. Not asks, says. As he starts to unbuckle Minho's belt. Minho grabs his wrists.
"Seungmin–"
"Minho." Minho snaps his mouth shut. "I'm gonna ride you. And you're going to keep your hands to yourself. You're not going to touch me–"
"Technically I would be since my dick would be in you–"
"And you're not going to speak."
Minho exhales shakily to stop himself from snapping, irritated at Seungmin's words and the tone he's using to spit them out. It's dead silent as they stare at each other.
There's something in Seungmin's eyes that makes Minho pause. Desperation, anger, and something else.
Minho realizes that Seungmin probably has a box of his own. And that he may be desperately trying to stop it from spilling right now. When he glances down, he sees the way his fingers are trembling, reminiscent of their first time since Minho started this whole… thing.
He relaxes, shoulders slumping. Lets go of Seungmin's wrists and tucks his hands behind his back, then looks up at Seungmin again.
"Okay." He murmurs, quiet.
There's a very brief flash of surprise before Seungmin's face turns back to blank. He takes Minho's pants off before settling back on his lap. Jerks Minho off until he's hard and dripping before sliding closer, grabbing his cock and directing it to his hole. He's cold and clinical through the whole thing.
It's only when he sinks down, wet heat enveloping Minho's cock, that Seungmin makes any noise, a quiet moan that he muffles against Minho's neck. Exhales shakily, his breath moist against Minho's skin. Minho himself stays stock still, breathing slowly as he resists the very tempting urge to buck up.
Seungmin starts to move then, slow swivels of his hips, getting used to the stretch. He starts to grind, moaning low and sweet, slowly picking up the pace.
Minho tilts his head up to stare at the ceiling, breathing evenly as Seungmin uses him as a goddamn human dildo. But Seungmin cups his face almost immediately, forcing him to look at him before pressing their lips together.
Seungmin kisses him desperately, muffled moans spilling past their lips as he continues to grind. When Minho doesn't kiss back, staying stock still, Seungmin pulls back to look at him.
"Why are you–" He sounds so breathless it has heat curling in Minho's gut. "Kiss me. Kiss me, please." Seungmin kisses him again, moaning as Minho kisses back. He pries Minho's lips open with his tongue, pushing inside to taste every inch. Minho responds in kind, continuing to keep his hands to himself, his body still, his mouth the only thing moving.
Seungmin breaks the kiss with a breathless whine, eyes squeezing shut as he starts bouncing in Minho's lap.
"Hyung– hyung– fuck–"
Minho watches him with rapt attention, the way he's getting steadily more flushed, lips parted in pleasure.
Not fucked out though. Not dumb with pleasure in the way Minho has made him. Can make him again, if Seungmin would just let him.
He can tell Seungmin is starting to get tired as he slows down, breaths getting heavier, legs trembling from the exertion. Meets Minho's eyes, and Minho feels his heart clench as he sees how Seungmin's fighting back tears.
"I'm tired…"
Minho doesn't say anything. Seungmin told him not to speak.
"Hyung… please… say something."
"You told me not to."
"I'm sorry." Seungmin whispers, shuddering, trying stubbornly to keep fucking himself on Minho's cock.
The burst of energy doesn't hold up long, Seungmin barely able to rock his hips as he slumps forward, pressing his face back against Minho's neck.
"Please… hyung…"
"You have to tell me what you want." Minho murmurs into his hair. "I can't read your mind this time, Seungminnie."
The moment the words leave his mouth, Minho realizes he said something that touches too close to the bridge he still doesn't want to see. Seungmin either doesn't notice or care, and in his current state, Minho's not sure which one it is.
"Please talk to me. Please touch me. I– sorry, I'm sorry."
Minho immediately wraps his arms around him, Seungmin clinging even tighter in response.
"You don't need to be sorry. What else do you want?"
Seungmin mouths at his neck, trembling and tiny in his arms.
"I wanna come."
"Yeah?" Minho murmurs, hand sliding down his back to press right where they're connected. Rubs at Seungmin's stretched rim, slick with lube, ignoring the flare of heat it ignites in his stomach to instead focus on the way Seungmin squirms in his lap, his quiet little moans. "Puppy wants to come?"
Seungmin turns to look up at him, almost nose to nose.
"Please fuck me, hyung." His mouth is trembling, tears clinging to his lashes, still stubbornly holding back from crying. "Please make me come."
Minho exhales shakily, leans over to catch Seungmin's mouth in a hungry kiss. Pulls him closer when he shivers, whines into the kiss, fingers scrabbling to hold on.
Minho feels lightheaded, trying to decide what he wants now that Seungmin's done trying to grapple for control. Part of him wants to hold his waist, keep him in place as he fucks up. Another part wants to stay still and bounce Seungmin on his cock.
But he wants them pressed together like this. He's pretty sure Seungmin needs it too, the contact, the closeness.
He breaks the kiss, sucking on Seungmin's swollen bottom lip. Grips that waist and pulls Seungmin off him, fingers digging in when Seungmin squirms with a choked off whine.
"No– hyung–"
In one smooth move, Minho rolls them over, presses Seungmin into the couch and hovers above him. Seungmin stares at him in wide-eyed surprise, sweet little thing, lips bright red and hair forming a messy halo around him.
Minho grabs his thigh, straightening Seungmin's long leg up before plunging back inside. Seungmin arches with a whine, flailing to hold on as Minho starts to fuck him.
Hard and fast and rough, the way they both like, the way they both need right now. With both of them so close to coming, and Seungmin clearly needing his brain to be wiped of everything except Minho's cock, the onslaught of pleasure from it.
Big, gasping moans in time with every thrust, tears finally spilling down, eyes all but rolling back in pleasure – Seungmin is a sight. Minho can't look away, hips snapping, grinding a bit each time he's buried all the way in just because of how it makes Seungmin writhe.
"Don't fight it anymore." Minho murmurs softly, hand cupping his face, thumb wiping his tears. Seungmin turns those big, teary eyes on him. Parts his lips, sucking his thumb inside. Minho bites back a groan, pressing down on Seungmin's tongue. "You like it. You need it. And I can do that, can't I? I can give it to you."
Seungmin closes his eyes, more tears rolling down his face. Nods slowly, haltingly. It's enough.
Minho lets go of Seungmin's leg to grip his cock instead, jerking him off as he continues to fuck in, deep and hard snaps of his hips. Keeps a shaking and crying Seungmin pressed safe between him and the couch as he fucks him to orgasm.
They end up sleeping on Seungmin's bed, after Minho finishes cleaning up. Seungmin falls asleep almost immediately, hands keeping one of Minho's hostage in his clasp, pressed against his chest. Minho watches him until his own eyes get too heavy, and falls asleep wondering how much longer he's going to be able to avoid this bridge.
Things feel more… settled after that. Neither of them avoid each other, if anything, they start to hang out even more. Joke around, banter, spend time together in peaceful silence or have long talks into the morning.
Talk about anything and everything… except their relationship.
After the couch incident, they start getting more touchy too. Reaching for hands, playing with fingers, knocking knees together. One day Seungmin looks at him with a severely constipated expression, and just before Minho can ask him if he's good, he leans over and kisses him. Just a soft press of mouths. Pulls away and just goes back to what he was doing while Minho sits there in surprise.
That becomes a normal thing too. Gentle kisses, on the lips, forehead, chin. Whenever either of them feel like it. Intimacy, without it being a precursor to sex.
They still don't talk about it.
And also don't have sex.
It's not like Minho doesn't want to. He does, fingers itching almost all of the time to have Seungmin underneath him again. And can tell Seungmin wants it too. Can tell from the glances, the faces, the way he's always licking his damn lips.
But everything feels fragile, and the thought of how shaken up they got at one point due to Minho's stupid experiments makes him pause. Seungmin seems to have completely given up on instigating ever again, only waiting for Minho's move with his puppy eyes.
That in itself drives Minho insane, but he still holds back.
At least until work picks up again.
vi. vocal practice room
Felix shoots him a nervous look as he puts his dirty dishes in the sink, murmuring a quiet goodnight before shuffling off to his room.
Minho's very irritated, but he doesn't like snapping, and he'd genuinely rather eat glass than ever snap at Felix in particular. Just tells him to sleep well as he sits and fumes at the dinner table, fingers tapping a messy rhythm against the wood.
Twice. He told Seungmin twice to come home on time because he was making a proper dinner. And texted him too, when it started getting late and Seungmin wasn't home yet.
Now Jeongin and Felix have retired to bed, and Seungmin still isn't here.
Minho breathes slow, controlling the surge of annoyance threatening to take over. Ever since management announced that they would be having a comeback in a few months, Seungmin has become a ghost in their dorms. Leaving early, coming late (if at all), barely there.
Bang Chan behavior.
While he can only do so much to make his hyung stop his unhealthy habits, Seungmin is a different story.
Seungmin is younger, and usually obedient, usually good about listening to him despite their little divorce act.
Minho checks his watch, and decides he has time tonight.
It's easy enough to find the room that he's sure Seungmin has reserved, the one all the way down the hall, because he has always been a creature of habit. The plastic bag holding Seungmin's dinner is starting to cut off his fingers' circulation, so he adjusts it, fidgets, before knocking on the door.
When Seungmin opens it, the first thing Minho notices are the dark circles under his eyes, the messy hair, both t-shirt and shirt askew and wrinkled. So unlike the Seungmin who is usually put together, even when he decides to dress like a college frat boy.
"Hyung? What are you–?" Seungmin glances down at his watch and curses, looking back up with wide eyes. Minho feels a little bit better seeing the way he shifts from confused to nervous.
"I texted you." He murmurs quietly.
Seungmin pats his pockets, turning to look back in the room. Minho sighs with a roll of his eyes, nudging him aside to get in and close the door behind him.
"Sorry, I don't– I don't know what I did with it."
Minho sees a pile of snack wrappers on the table, and Seungmin's phone peeking out from under an empty bag of hot cheetos. He picks it up and turns to show it to Seungmin, who flushes and walks over to take it. Minho holds it away, staring at him unimpressed.
"I'm assuming this mountain is from today."
"Ah… the coach just got me some snacks and I felt bad saying no." Seungmin rubs his head sheepishly. Minho gives him his phone back by smacking it against his chest.
"I guess you're too full for the dinner I brought you then. Bye."
"No no no–" Seungmin grabs Minho's shoulders before he can even take a step to leave, wide-eyed and fidgety. He takes the plastic bag out of Minho's hands and sets it on the table, steering Minho to sit down on the couch before hurriedly grabbing all the trash and tossing them in the bin.
"I just need a few minutes. I can eat it."
"I'm not gonna sit here and watch you force yourself to eat my cooking."
"No! I ate a while back, I'll be hungry again soon, I swear." Seungmin fidgets as Minho just stares at him, looking so much like a kicked puppy it's getting increasingly harder for Minho to stay upset.
He sighs, leaning back against the couch and patting the space next to him. Seungmin shuffles over and plops down, head ducked like a chastised child.
"I'm sorry. Coach pointed out something I hadn't even noticed to fix, and I just got carried away."
Minho buries his fingers in Seungmin's hair, gently scratching his scalp.
"Did you fix it then?"
Seungmin peers up at him, pink tongue peeking out as he licks his lips.
"I think so."
"Good boy." Minho slides his fingers down to trace the shell of his ear, enjoying the way Seungmin shivers.
"But I wasn't." Seungmin whispers, breath trembling as Minho cups his face. "I'm sorry, hyung."
"I know." Minho hums, unable to resist pressing his thumb on that bottom lip. Remembers the way Seungmin had sucked on it as he got fucked right. Fucked the way only Minho could fuck him. "You're still a good boy. My sweet pup."
Seungmin trembles, eyes getting big and needy. Minho feels molten heat burning a slow track throughout his body, and wonders why he's been resisting the urge to have Seungmin crying and desperate underneath him. And why he had to realize that now, while so solely unprepared.
"I should've brought lube." Minho mumbles, lips twitching as Seungmin's breath hitches. "Soundproofed room and I can't even fuck you properly."
His brain helpfully supplies him the memory of him sucking Seungmin off, his helpless noises, the weight of his squirming body in his arms, completely at his mercy.
"I guess I could still blow you." Seungmin catches his wrist before Minho can reach for his pants.
"I have lube. In-in my bag."
Minho pauses, staring at him. Feels something ugly and fiery raise its head inside him.
"Have you been fucking someone in here, Seungminnie?" He asks, tone dangerously soft.
Seungmin's eyes widen, and he lets go of Minho's wrist in surprise.
"What? No! No I– I just get frustrated sometimes so I…" He trails off, turning pinker by the second.
Seungmin should be calling Minho out over this possessiveness, this ugly jealousy. Instead he's fumbling to defend himself, when he shouldn't even have to.
God, they really are a pair.
"So while I'm slaving away at the stove, you've just been jacking off in here?"
Seungmin manages to flush even more. It's a very pretty color on him.
"I haven't… not today. And-and it doesn't even help anymore… not since…"
"Since?" Minho coaxes, even though he has a pretty good idea what Seungmin is implying. He wants to hear it.
Seungmin takes a deep breath, seemingly steeling himself before looking Minho in the eye.
"Since hyung started taking care of me. It's not as satisfying unless you're the one making me come."
Minho feels his ears get hot, staring at Seungmin in stunned silence.
That was… a lot more than he was expecting.
Everyone did say Seungmin's always been braver than him.
"Get the lube." Minho orders quietly.
He needs to be in Seungmin now, before he fucking explodes.
It takes Seungmin a second to register, then he shoots up and hurries to his bag. Minho can see his hands trembling as he searches for it.
"Everything off." Minho says the moment Seungmin returns in front of him, taking the bottle of lube from his hands. Seungmin obeys wordlessly, dropping everything in a pile on the floor.
"Give me your shirt."
Seungmin hands it to him, expression confused. Minho drapes it on the couch, before looking at him.
"Lay down."
"Hyung, that shirt is expensive."
"I'll buy you a new one. Unless you just wanna go home? Can't risk staining the couch."
Minho can't help his smile when Seungmin immediately walks over and lays down, the smallest pout on his lips.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything."
Seungmin opens his mouth to retort but snaps it shut when Minho smooths his hands up his thighs, shivering from just that touch.
One leg propped up on the couch, the other bent just enough for Minho to watch his lube slicked fingers fuck in and out of Seungmin's hole – it's a very good view. He takes his time to prep, even as Seungmin trembles and whines.
When Minho finally stands up to undress, Seungmin watches him shamelessly, keeping his legs splayed open. Minho is so hard he's about to get light headed from the lack of blood flow to his damn head.
He wraps those legs around his waist and leans down to kiss Seungmin, swallowing his moan as he pushes inside. Keeps kissing him, hand flexing to keep Seungmin's face in place, even as Seungmin struggles to catch his breath.
Seungmin's flushed and dazed when he finally breaks the kiss, panting hard. Eyes glazed over, already starting to lose it when all Minho's done so far is push his cock inside and kiss him.
Minho feels a bit sorry, having unknowingly deprived the poor baby from a proper orgasm. But he's going to fix that now.
"Seungminnie." He coos, keeping his eyes fixed on that desperate face as he starts a slow rhythm of in and out. Seungmin's throat works hard around a swallow, lips trembling as he stares up at Minho.
"Baby, tell me," Minho leans down to kiss his neck, pressing his smile against Seungmin's skin when he shivers. "All those times you jerked off in here, at home, did you think of me?" Slides his hands up to pin Seungmin's wrists to the couch, just like that first time on the mat. "Did you think of hyung holding you down? Fucking you right?"
Minho fucks in a little bit harder, making Seungmin jolt with a moan. He feels Seungmin's legs tighten around his waist.
"Answer me."
"Y-yes."
"Yeah? You thought about me keeping you in place while I fuck you? Using you like a toy?"
Seungmin whines, nodding his head, eyes squeezing shut. Minho kisses him, pries his lips open, hungry and bruising as he licks into his mouth. Starts to thrust harder, pulling back from the kiss just to hear Seungmin's desperate noises.
"Hyung– hyung–"
"Keep your arms there." Minho orders, letting go of Seungmin's wrists. Presses a hand on the couch to anchor himself, grabbing Seungmin's thigh with the other as he snaps his hips. "Oh, good boy." He murmurs when Seungmin holds onto the couch's arm, eliciting a quiet whine.
He's fucking Seungmin hard enough to jostle him up, making sure to pull him back with every thrust. Grinds in to get even deeper inside, hissing in pleasure when it makes Seungmin clench.
He hears something clatter, spots Seungmin's phone on the floor. Seungmin doesn't even notice, eyes barely open, lashes fluttering in pleasure – cock dumb and so fucking pretty.
The noise distracts Minho enough to look up, at the ugly orange wall. His mind abruptly reminds him of yet another moment from their time in the training room. When Seungmin had come just from Minho talking about picking him up and fucking him.
"Hyung?" Seungmin mumbles, snapping Minho out of his steadily spiraling his thoughts. His thrusts had slowed without him even realizing, Seungmin looking at him almost worriedly. "Are you… does it not feel good?"
Oh, fucking hell.
"It feels good." Minho breathes, leaning down to bury his face in Seungmin's neck. Licks the salt off his skin as he picks up the pace again, Seungmin squirming and whining under him. "You feel good, always. So good for me, Seungminnie. Made to take cock… my cock."
Minho fucks in harder, punching sweet little moans out of him.
He could do it. He could pick Seungmin up and fuck him against that ugly wall. Give his baby what he wants so badly, that just the thought of it had been enough to make him come.
(He'd asked, after that first time. When Seungmin had stopped avoiding him. Had poked his side with a spatula, under the guise of being concerned when he really just couldn't stop thinking with his dick.
"You're still so skinny, are you eating enough? How much do you even weigh?"
Seungmin had danced out of his reach, telling him his weight with his mouth full just to be a little shit.
If Minho ended up keeping that number in mind during strength training, that was between him and the equipment.)
Minho pulls back to look at Seungmin, slowing down again.
"Seungminnie. Do you trust me?"
Seungmin blinks up at him, and Minho can see his eyes clearing up, just enough for his little shithead to make an appearance.
"I did until you asked me that. While you're balls deep in me."
Minho fucks in hard, satisfied at the way it has Seungmin choking on a moan.
"Yes! Yes, I trust hyung. Of course I do, fuck–"
Minho rewards him with a few more thrusts before abruptly pulling out, Seungmin staring at him in surprise.
"No– why–?"
"Legs tight around me." Minho instructs, guiding Seungmin's arms to wrap around his neck. Wraps his own around Seungmin's waist before hauling to his feet.
Seungmin squeaks, clinging tighter – it makes Minho stumble just slightly before he finds his balance, carefully maneuvering around the table.
Seungmin hisses when Minho presses him to the wall, chilly against his naked back. His eyes widen when he opens them, fingers gripping onto Minho's shoulders as he seems to realize what's happening.
"I told you I could, didn't I? I can. Hyung can do whatever you want."
"Hyung…" Seungmin whimpers, starting to tremble again.
Minho moves closer to press him even more against the wall, using his body to keep Seungmin in place as he guides his cock back inside, just the tip. Seungmin moans, mouthing at Minho's neck, shoulder, anywhere he can reach. Minho then grabs his thighs, making sure to have a good grip, good control.
Watches Seungmin's face as he lets go, just a little, just enough for gravity to do the work, Seungmin slamming down on his cock. Seungmin jerks, moaning loud, eyes scrunching as he clings to Minho even more.
Seungmin isn't heavy, Minho's workouts enough for him to comfortably hold him up. But he has to fuck him too, and fuck him right. He has to make this quick to avoid an accident.
So he immediately starts a ruthless pace, pulling Seungmin down to meet his cock as he fucks up. Barely pulls out, just drilling into Seungmin's heat, punching gasping moans out of him.
"I said I would, didn't I? Hold you up and fuck you? Answer me, Seungminnie."
"Yes–yes– ah–"
Minho's fingers dig into Seungmin's skin as he holds him tighter, leaning back to look at his face, flushed and overwhelmed. He's close to tears, and it makes Minho snap his hips even harder so he can watch it happen. Watch him cry from how good Minho is fucking him. Seungmin squirms in place, trying to fuck himself even harder on Minho's cock.
"Look at you." Minho whispers, starting to feel breathless, from both the exertion and Seungmin's desperation. "Made for this. Made to be fucked just like this."
Seungmin moans, surges closer to kiss him, sloppy and uncoordinated. Minho kisses him back, hungrily swallowing his moans, grinding his cock in as he starts to feel that familiar heat in his gut. Breaks the kiss so he can tuck his face into Seungmin's neck, panting softly.
"Fuck, you feel so good. Always so good. Want to stay inside you all the time, my perfect little cocksleeve."
Seungmin trembles in his arms, wet and gasping moans letting Minho know he's crying.
"Say it. Say you're my cocksleeve."
"I'm– I'm your cocksleeve."
"Only mine."
"Only y-yours– ah ah–hyu–"
He's still too coherent for Minho's liking. Calm, articulate Seungmin, Minho enjoys nothing more than robbing him of his words during sex. Even if he does like hearing his desperate, stuttering attempts to speak.
Minho adjusts his hold, gritting his teeth as he feels his thighs start to burn. It feels good, the perfect workout, muscles burning as he fucks his baby into a sobbing mess. The angle must have shifted him just right, because Seungmin jerks in his hold, moaning loudly.
Minho huffs a laugh, angles himself to fuck Seungmin's spot again and again. Seungmin's noises are getting weaker, incoherent, in the way they do when he's close to coming.
"Come on, Seungminnie." Minho coaxes, breathless. "Wanna feel you come on my cock."
Seungmin shudders, whining right by his ear – it spurs Minho on even more, holding Seungmin in place as he rams into him.
Minho feels Seungmin tense, his nails digging into his skin, hears his high-pitched moan – then a sharp pain right against his shoulder. Seungmin goes limp in his hold, his come hot and wet between their bodies.
It takes Minho a few seconds to realize that Seungmin bit him, right on his fucking shoulder, where everyone can see it. That realization is what tips him over, groaning as he presses in deep and comes inside, some of it overflowing and dribbling back down his cock.
Minho takes a second to catch his breath, using the wall again to hold some of Seungmin's weight. Carries him back to the couch once his legs feel less like jello, gently laying him down on his shirt.
Seungmin looks beyond fucked out, eyes glazed over and mouth a messy red. His hair is matted to his forehead from sweat, and he has come all over his chest. And seeping out of his hole, a dark spot forming on his shirt.
Minho takes a moment to recover, leaning down to kiss Seungmin carefully. Seungmin kisses him back, blinks slow and sticky, tears drying on his cheeks.
"Hyung." Seungmin mumbles, and Minho winces at how hoarse he sounds. He's going to have to buy a lot of tea after this.
"Mhm?"
"I want you. Only you." Minho feels his heart race, staring at Seungmin with wide eyes. "Always you."
"Seungmin…" Minho whispers shakily. Seungmin smiles at him, sleepy and sweet.
"I know. You're not that hard to read either."
Minho swallows, hiding his face against Seungmin's shoulder. Seungmin laughs, tilting his head enough to pucker his lips. Minho obliges the silent request, pressing their lips together.
Minho didn't have to burn the bridge. Or even cross it.
Seungmin whisked him across on a boat right underneath.
He always was the braver one between them.
Minho does his best to clean up. First the wall, then himself, then Seungmin, wiping his chest and ass.
They can't go home with come trailing out of him like some weird bread crumb situation, so Minho presses Seungmin's knees to his chest, carefully slipping two fingers past his puffy rim to get as much of it out as he can. Seungmin whines sleepily, overstimulated, tries to wriggle out of his grasp. Minho just flexes his fingers and keeps him in place.
Eventually Seungmin stops trying to escape… and chases his fingers instead. Minho sighs, calls him a greedy puppy before making him come again, with Seungmin clenching down on his fingers as Minho sucks him off and swallows.
Then Minho gets up and dressed, only to turn and find Seungmin falling asleep.
"Yah. Don't fall asleep. Get up and put your clothes on."
Seungmin looks at him, eyes wide and pitiful. Minho sighs before picking up Seungmin's clothes.
"Fine. I'll dress you. But I am not carrying your ass home."
After Minho piggybacks Seungmin to the car, the dorm, into the shower and then on his bed – draping his blanket over him and pushing his wet hair off his face – he stands in front of the bathroom mirror and stares at his shoulder.
At the bite. A perfect circle of teeth marks, blaringly obvious. If he wore so much as an oversized shirt, he'd risk it sliding down and having them spotted.
Seungmin had done that. Seungmin, always so careful, never one to leave marks, rarely letting Minho use teeth, and even then only on skin he knows with absolute certainty won't be visible. That Seungmin had bitten him right on his shoulder.
Because he'd been too out of it, too dumb with pleasure to even realize.
Minho hisses as he presses on it with a finger, feeling heat curl in his stomach.
Addiction. It's addiction at this point. Minho had thought he could stop, put some distance, stretch out the times between each encounter enough to not give in to the desperation completely.
But now. There is no way he can stop, this need already seeped into his very marrow.
It's fine though, Minho tells himself, eyes unable to look away from the impression of Seungmin's teeth on his skin. He has it on pretty good authority that Seungmin definitely doesn't mind.