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These days, Minho seems to spend more time at Chan and Hyunjin's apartment than he does at his own. Hyunjin isn't complaining, far from it. He's happy to have Minho here at any time. He has even started making enough dinner for three people every day without thinking about it because part of his subconscious seems to expect Minho to come home with Chan after work, which he does on most occasions.
Tonight is a planned dinner, though. Hyunjin has specifically asked Chan to invite Minho over, because Hyunjin has a surprise. Chan doesn't know about the surprise either, so Hyunjin is left to be giddy all by himself. He feels excitement bubble up within him from the moment the door beeps as Chan punches in the passcode to the apartment. Hyunjin can hear their murmured voices by the entrance, through the living room, and then they enter the kitchen. “Hi, baby,” Chan greets, and Hyunjin puts down the spoon he had been using to stir in favour of stretching out his arms to request a hug. Chan wraps his arms around Hyunjin in a tight squeeze, then pulls back so he can press their lips together.
In the fragile beginnings of their relationship, Minho would wait until either of them acknowledged him and gave him permission to come closer. Now, he approaches of his own accord, taking Chan's place as soon as Chan lets go, and he kisses Hyunjin in greeting, too. It makes Hyunjin's heart flutter. “Smells good,” Minho says. “What are you making?”
“Doenjang jjigae,” Hyunjin says, gesturing at the pot.
“Do you need any help?” Minho asks. They've taken to cooking together sometimes, dancing around each other in the kitchen and dividing up tasks while Chan watches, smitten.
Hyunjin shakes his head. “I'm almost done,” he says. “You can set the table, though.” He has finally gotten over himself enough to be able to eat at the dining table again, but Chan stills shoots him knowing glances from time to time.
Like he does right now, lips curling smugly. Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at Chan, and Minho laughs like he's in on it, too. “Cute,” he says, poking Hyunjin's cheek.
Dinner is a relatively peaceful affair. Chan and Minho talk about their day at work, about the new exhibition they're in the process of planning, about how Jeongin has been allowed to take the reins on this one and how nervous and excited he is about it. Hyunjin tells them about his phone meeting with a curator from London, about the new photography series he's been thinking about doing. Their legs tangle under the table, and it's all very romantic and domestic and tender, and Hyunjin is the only one feeling anxious.
Hyunjin can't wait any longer. He puts away the leftover food, but leaves the dishes to soak in the sink rather than washing them immediately, and he spins around to look at Chan and Minho. “I have a surprise,” he announces.
They stop mid-conversation, both looking at him. “What kind of surprise, baby?” Chan asks, and Hyunjin takes a deep breath.
“It's for Minho-hyung. Mostly.” Minho turns to sit sideways in his chair to face him fully, and Hyunjin wets his lips. “I'll go get it.”
Hyunjin has kept the present tucked between the unused bottles of paint in his studio because he didn't want Chan to find it by accident. It's a small, flat, black box with a red ribbon tied around it. Hyunjin made sure to choose a box that didn't look like it could be containing an engagement ring because the thought of that made his stomach feel a little funny, and he had to stop thinking about it so he didn't stress himself out needlessly. He goes back to the kitchen and puts the box on the table in front of Minho, who looks surprised. Then again, that's what a surprise is supposed to do. “What's this?” Minho asks.
“Why don't you open it and find out?” Hyunjin says. He doesn't sit. He's too on edge for that.
As Minho tugs to undo the ribbon, Chan leans over to watch as well, eyes wide with interest and curiosity. Hyunjin didn't tell him about this. It strikes him that maybe he should have, but that's too late, now. He rubs his lips together. Minho pops open the lid of the box. And stares. It's a silver, star-shaped pendant. Minho cocks his head to the side, and he looks slightly confused. Chan, however, seems to understand almost immediately, judging by the way his jaw drops. His eyes are dark when he slides them over to look at Hyunjin. Minho takes the pendant out of the box to regard it more closely. He notices the engraved letters on the back and flips it over, and Hyunjin holds his breath, watches Minho read the inscription, sees the very moment everything seems to click in his mind. “Huh,” Minho says, and his tone makes Hyunjin shiver.
“It's, uhm, it's for my choker,” Hyunjin says, nervous.
“I see.” Minho brushes the pad of his thumb over the writing. “Why don't you go get it for us, hm?” Hyunjin leaves quickly, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He goes to the bedroom to find his choker in their toybox, he knows exactly where it is in its own designated case. He brings it back to the kitchen and hands it over. Minho looks at the heart-shaped pendant that is already attached to the O-ring in the middle of the thin strip of black fabric, and his mouth quirks a little. He hooks the silver star into the same ring, and the two pendants clink together with a small tinkling sound. Chan is watching the whole time without saying anything. Hyunjin's heart is pounding its way out of his chest. Finally, Minho looks up at him. “Let me put it on you.”
“Okay,” Hyunjin whispers, but Minho doesn't move, just raises his eyebrows.
“How do you expect me to reach when you're all the way up there?” Hyunjin wets his lips for the umpteenth time, then gets on his knees in front of Minho's chair, scooting closer until he's between Minho's parted legs. Like this, Minho is looking down his nose at him instead, and Hyunjin tilts his head back to give Minho access to close the choker around his neck. It fits perfectly snug against his skin. “Pretty,” Minho says. “Isn't he?”
“Very pretty,” Chan agrees.
Hyunjin releases a shuddery exhale. His cock gives an appreciative twitch. “Thank you,” he says.
“Thank you, what?” Minho demands. He fiddles with the pendants, almost like he's giving a hint.
“Thank you, sir,” Hyunjin says, then looks over at Chan. “Thank you, master.” In his periphery, he sees Minho smiling down at him. Minho strokes Hyunjin's hair fondly, and Hyunjin sighs in contentment and rests his head against Minho's knee, turns to lean in and nuzzle his face into the inside of Minho's thigh. Minho's thighs are amazing, firm and thick and powerful. Hyunjin has had fantasies of straddling Minho's leg and grinding himself to completion, but he's been too shy to ask for it. Now, as Hyunjin feels the flex of Minho's muscles under his mouth, he's struck by the sudden, strange impulse to bite him. Hyunjin always did have a thing for biting, and the urge is overwhelming. So he caves and sinks his teeth in. He gets mostly fabric, the seam of Minho's pants, but also feels a chunk of flesh caught between his canines.
Minho exclaims in shock, and the hand that had been caressing Hyunjin curls into a fist in his hair to yank his head back. Minho's expression is part confusion, part seething anger. “That hurt,” he says, sotto voce. Hyunjin just blinks up at him, which makes Minho's jaw clench. “Aren't you going to apologize?”
“Don't wanna,” Hyunjin says. Minho inhales through his nose, long and slow, like it's taking a lot in him not to snap. Hyunjin bites back a mischievous grin and pouts at Minho instead. “Play with me.”
Minho heaves another sigh as he cradles Hyunjin's jaw with one hand and brushes his thumb in a slow drag across Hyunjin's mouth. He presses into the middle of Hyunjin's bottom lip, pulling down slightly. “What are we going to do with you, baby?” he asks, a rhetorical question. His tone sounds a little dangerous. It makes goosebumps break out down the length of Hyunjin's spine. Looking Minho straight in the eye, Hyunjin flicks a kittenish lick against the pad of Minho's finger, and when Minho's gaze darkens, Hyunjin takes the thumb into his mouth, sucking it in all the way and pulling off it slowly, letting his tongue drag against Minho's skin, his teeth scraping Minho's knuckle. Hyunjin gasps when Minho suddenly shifts his hand down to wrap around Hyunjin's throat instead. Once the initial surprise has subsided, Hyunjin grins, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Minho raises his eyebrows, like he can't believe the audacity.
“Baby, you're being a brat,” Chan comments from the side. It sounds like a warning. The thing is, Hyunjin knows he's being a brat, he's doing it on purpose. He's on a mission to make Minho lose his composure. He knows Minho doesn't like to not be fully in control, which only makes Hyunjin all the more eager to make it happen. He's trying to find out what it takes to make Minho break.
Minho's hand on Hyunjin's neck flexes to tighten its hold further, and Hyunjin's eyes flutter a little at the added pressure. His cock throbs. “Why are you acting out?” Minho hisses. “Why are you misbehaving? Do you need me to teach you your place?”
“You can try,” Hyunjin says through a wheeze, managing to sound much more nonchalant than he actually feels. Minho's eyes flash, and, oh, Hyunjin knows he's really in for it now.
A yelp escapes Hyunjin when Minho grabs him, and the room shifts as Minho manhandles him to lay belly-down across Minho's thighs. Hyunjin doesn't even fully know how it happens. One moment he's kneeling on the floor, the next he's lying prone on Minho's lap. Hyunjin is a little breathless, both from having most of the air knocked out of him from being tossed around so roughly, as well as from the newly acquired knowledge that Minho is actually capable of tossing him around. Hyunjin knows Minho is stronger than he looks, but he didn't know he was strong enough to lift Hyunjin and manipulate him into whatever position he pleases. The idea of it goes straight to Hyunjin's crotch where his already half hard cock twitches. Minho can probably feel it press into his thigh. “Legs stretched, brat,” Minho says, and Hyunjin immediately does as he's told, planting his feet on the floor to support himself more fully and straightening out his knees.
The first smack to Hyunjin's backside comes without warning. “Ah!” he exclaims when Minho's palm hits his ass. His legs buckle until he remembers his orders and stretches them out again. He places one hand on the floor as well to steady himself, the other gripping the leg of the chair, and he wets his lips, suddenly feeling dizzy. Even through the layers of his pants and underwear, the slap still stings.
“How many?” Minho asks, but when Hyunjin opens his mouth to answer, he spanks him again on the other side. “I'm not talking to you, slut. Be quiet.” Hyunjin quickly shuts his mouth, trapping his lips between his teeth to keep from making any noise.
In the position Hyunjin is in, he's facing away from Chan, so he can't see what he's doing, nor what his expression looks like. He does hear him draw in a long breath, though. “Twenty,” Chan says, and Hyunjin nearly whimpers.
Minho laughs darkly. “Wow, you must've really pissed your master off. I was going to say twelve. Should we go with sixteen as a happy middle ground?”
“No,” Chan says firmly. “Disobedient whores don't get to have leniency.” Oh fuck. Hyunjin closes his eyes as a tremble courses through his entire body. He feels like he's already going slightly mad. He really wishes he could see Chan's face right now. Hyunjin can imagine what he looks like – eyes dark and stormy, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched, the way Chan always looks when he's angry. So fucking hot. He desperately wants to see it for himself, even considers turning his head to try and catch a glimpse of Chan, but he's sure he would only make things more difficult for himself if he did, so he stays put.
Minho gets started right away. He doesn't pull down Hyunjin's pants, and he also doesn't ask Hyunjin to count the hits out loud, which Hyunjin is secretly thankful for. He doesn't know if his hazy brain would be able to keep up. Minho is ruthless. He spanks both Hyunjin's ass and the back of his thighs, doesn't maintain a steady rhythm, but rather keeps the slaps coming at unexpected intervals. Sometimes he waits a while between two strikes to leave Hyunjin holding his breath in anxious anticipation, and just when Hyunjin is about to break his ordered silence and beg for it, he's struck again. It's maddening. The pain blooms across Hyunjin's backside as a burning, throbbing pulse that brings tears to his eyes and has blood rushing to fill out his cock until he's rock hard and aching. Each rough strike pushes him forwards to grind against Minho's leg. Fuck, Hyunjin could probably come just from this, he's so worked up.
Eventually, it stops. Hyunjin hasn't counted, not even internally, so he doesn't know if it's over now, or if it's Minho taking another cruel break to taunt him. Hyunjin's breath comes out in shallow puffs, loud in the silence of the room, and he waits. He can feel Minho's cock poking into his stomach, and the fact that he's not the only one affected is probably what keeps Hyunjin from slipping fully. “Get off me, slut,” Minho says. “On the floor.” Hyunjin does as he's told and slides off Minho's lap and back into a kneeling position. He keeps his ass raised slightly off his heels, though. It aches to sit on it. Like this, he looks up to meet Minho's gaze, and Minho raises his eyebrows, lets out a laugh of disbelief. “Wow. Still? You've got some nerve.”
Hyunjin feels like his skin is stretched too tight across his bones, like his body is too hot and too cold at the same time, like he's one derogatory name away from being reduced to a babbling, begging mess, but his own stubbornness has him clinging to his last grain of sanity as he sniffs and says: “Please let me come.”
“Fuck no,” Chan snaps. “You don't deserve that. Go to your room and think about what you've done.” Hyunjin's mouth drops open. Oh. He was trying to make Minho crack, but it seems that he has mostly succeeded in pissing Chan off. He can't even remember the last time Chan spoke to him in this tone of voice. Hyunjin pouts at Chan, shooting him his biggest, most pleading eyes in hopes of softening him up somewhat. It usually works. Chan is always so soft for Hyunjin. This time, it doesn't work, though. This time, Chan's eyes flash, and he just looks even more angry. Oh. Hyunjin parts his lips to say something else, maybe to apologize, but Chan cuts him off: “Don't you know how to listen? Dumb fucking whore, I said go to your room.”
There it goes, that last grain, Hyunjin's final bit of defiance. His mind slips. “Please,” he whimpers. He shuffles closer to Chan on his knees, clutches the fabric of Chan's pants in a desperate grip as he looks pleadingly up at him. “Please, hyung, I–” Chan bares his teeth, and Hyunjin catches his mistake and corrects himself. “Master, I'm sorry, please let me come, please, I-I'll be good, I–”
A palm fits over Hyunjin's mouth to make him stop talking, Chan's hand rough and tight enough to hurt a bit against Hyunjin's face. “Don't make me repeat myself,” he seethes. “Go to your fucking room, or I'll make you.” Hyunjin's head is spinning. He's so fucking turned on he's dumb with it, and Chan's loaded threat makes Hyunjin's mind race with possibilities of what Chan could possibly mean by make you, which brings him full circle right back to how turned on he is.
Apparently, he hesitates for too long. For the second time that night, his world is turned upside down, quite literally, as Chan grabs him and lifts him off the floor, and Hyunjin only has it in him to let out a yelp when Chan throws him over his shoulder and starts to carry him off. Chan can carry him, too. Both Chan and Minho are capable of manhandling Hyunjin, of throwing him around as they please, and the thought makes Hyunjin actually moan out loud. The burn of arousal in his belly flares into a full fucking inferno. Oh God.
Chan takes Hyunjin to the bedroom and tosses him carelessly on the bed, Hyunjin bouncing a little on the mattress. Then, without another word, Chan turns to leave. Hyunjin keens. “Master, please,” he says. He motions to sit up, to get off the bed, to follow Chan, to hang on to him. He can't leave him like this, hard and aching and needy, he can't. It's not fair.
Hyunjin gasps when Chan shoves him back down roughly and straddles his hips. A slap lands sharply across Hyunjin's face, knocking another startled gasp out of him. “Shut the fuck up,” Chan says. He grabs Hyunjin by the jaw and makes him look at him with teary eyes. Hyunjin squirms at the intensity of Chan's gaze. Oh, he really fucked up. “You're going to stay just like this. If I come back and see that you've moved at all, you'll only make it so much worse for yourself. Do you understand?” Hyunjin pouts, and Chan jostles him. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, master,” Hyunjin sobs. The weight is lifted off his body as Chan moves away and leaves the room, the door slamming behind him with a loud bang, and Hyunjin is left to stare up at the bedroom ceiling with his arms and legs splayed out, tears trickling down his temples, and his face and ass and cock all throbbing for different reasons.
Hyunjin doesn't know how long he's made to wait. It could be minutes, it could be hours. He keeps drifting in and out of his own headspace, on the precipice of diving in all the way. When the bedroom door finally opens and he hears two sets of footsteps entering, he doesn't move. When the mattress dips under the weight of two other bodies, he doesn't move. When Chan's face comes into view, Hyunjin doesn't even move his eyes to focus on him. “Color?” Chan asks.
“Green light,” Hyunjin mutters. His voice is hoarse and raspy. He doesn't feel as high-strung anymore, more mellowed out. He's still hard, though.
“Good,” Chan says. He disappears again. Hyunjin remains unmoving. “Minho and I had a very interesting conversation about your disrespect. Figured you could use a lesson in manners and obedience.” Hyunjin hears the familiar sound of Chan pulling their toybox out from under the bed, and his body reacts immediately like a fucking Pavlovian response. He can hear Chan rummaging through it and placing several items on the bed, and he's tempted to look over to see exactly what they have in store for him, but he still hasn't been told he's allowed to move so he doesn't. “Personally, I wanted to leave you here for the rest of the night without even touching you again.” Hyunjin sucks in a sharp breath at this. The thought of it is almost too much to bear. “Minho talked me out of it, though. He had some other ideas.”
“Thank you, sir,” Hyunjin says, and he hears Minho chuckling in response like he didn't expect that.
“Save it for when we're done with you.” Something about Minho's tone of voice and the promise it holds makes Hyunjin shiver. Minho hums. “Choose a bigger one, hyung. Yeah, that one, perfect. And the... yeah, exactly.” Hyunjin's ears pick up the clink of something metallic, and his breathing races. Fuck, the anticipation is killing him. Not knowing what they have planned is killing him. He swallows around the lump lodged in his throat, then jolts at a sudden touch to his knee. “Take off your clothes,” Minho says with a smirk. “No peeking, though. Close your eyes.”
Even though his eyes are squeezed shut and his hands are shaking, Hyunjin manages to strip rather quickly. A flurry of goosebumps rise on his skin as it is exposed to the cool air of the room. Once he's fully naked, he stays sitting, unsure of what to do next. “Hands,” Chan orders, and Hyunjin holds them out in front of himself, lets Chan turn them so they're palm up. There's that clinking sound again, and Hyunjin finally realizes what it is the very second before the cuffs close around his wrists. Despite his directions not to look, he can't help but gawk down at his own hands, now constrained by handcuffs. The shiny metal is wrapped in fabric to keep it from being too harsh against his skin, and yet Chan tests the give a little to make sure it's not too tight. “Okay?” Hyunjin nods dumbly. “Verbal response.”
“Yes, master,” Hyunjin says. Breathing raggedly, he yanks on the cuffs a few times. He can only move his hands an inch or so apart before the short chain connecting them halts his motions. He wets his lips. Fuck. He looks up to see that Chan has unhooked the necklace from around his own neck and is sliding the key to the handcuffs onto the thin, golden chain before putting it back on again. It settles right between Chan's collarbones, on display as a reminder of who holds the power. Hyunjin gulps. Fuck. Shit. Okay.
Suddenly, Hyunjin finds himself being pushed down again. It's Minho pinning him to the mattress by the neck, his palm fitting right across Hyunjin's choker the way it's so perfect for, like it was designed with that exact purpose in mind. “You really must not know how to listen,” Minho says, the smirk on his face anything but kind. “Or maybe you're such a dumb slut that you can't even follow a simple order because I definitely remember telling you to keep your fucking eyes closed.” Hyunjin inhales sharply and quickly shuts them again, but Minho just chuckles. “Oh, no, it's too late now. You've already done it.” Hyunjin really has, hasn't he?
“S-sorry, sir,” he whimpers. “I'll do better.”
Minho just hums. “Guess we'll have to see about that.”
Hyunjin jerks when his thighs are pushed apart, then jerks again at the first touch of a lubed finger against his entrance and reminds himself to breathe as it pushes in. It's Chan, Hyunjin can tell by the size. The fact that he's so easily able to tell them apart from just the feeling of their fingers inside of him makes his face heat up. Chan is going so maddeningly, infuriatingly slow, Hyunjin can barely take it. He's been worked up for what feels like an eternity, ever since he dropped to his knees for Minho in the kitchen, and all he wants is to get fucked. Whining, he wiggles his hips in an attempt to make Chan go deeper, faster. Instead, all he gets is Minho straddling him, sitting down with his full weight on Hyunjin's lap to keep him from moving. The denim of his jeans is rough against Hyunjin's neglected cock, the zing of pleasure-pain sending mixed signals to his brain. Does he squirm away or try to chase the friction? “Please,” he manages to beg.
“Look at me,” Minho says. Hyunjin opens his eyes, tries to get them to focus through the haze of arousal. He is able to see Minho smirking down at him. “What a needy, little slut.” Hyunjin is. He's needy and desperate, and Chan still only has a single finger working slowly in and out of him like he's some tight virgin, who has never had a dick in his ass before. It's so overwhelming. Hyunjin can't help the single tear that trickles out to run down the side of his face. Minho laughs cruelly. “Crying? Already?” He catches the next droplet on his thumb, smears it roughly across Hyunjin's cheek. “Baby, we've barely even started.” Chan comes into view, looking over Minho's shoulder like he wants to see, like he wants to watch Hyunjin fall apart, too. Hyunjin feels embarrassed and ridiculous and small. He lifts his cuffed hands in an attempt to cover his face, but Minho grabs the chain to keep him from doing so, pinning them to Hyunjin's stomach. “Nope, no hiding. If we want to look at you, we're gonna.” Fuck, Hyunjin loves it when Minho's mean. He hates that he loves it.
“P-please, n-need more,” he warbles. Okay, yeah, he's definitely crying. “Please.”
Chan clicks his tongue. “So impatient,” he says, and he sounds so disappointed, it makes Hyunjin cry even more. He doesn't know if that's what makes Chan add a second finger, or if he's doing it according to his own agenda, but Hyunjin isn't about to question it, not when Chan crooks his fingers to rub against his prostate.
Hyunjin throws his head back almost violently, mewling. “Ngh, ah, fuck, please.” His hands twitch futilely in their restraints. Chan is merciless, jabbing his fingertips into that same spot without letting up. Pulses of electricity zap through Hyunjin with each touch until he feels like he's about to burst at the seams. “Please, master, can I come?”
“Do you really think you deserve it?” Chan asks. He sounds mean, too. Fuck, Hyunjin doesn't know if he can handle both of them being so mean to him at the same time. “Do you think you've been good enough for that?”
Hyunjin pouts. “Y-yes, I deserve it, I've been good.”
Minho lets out an incredulous laugh. “You haven't been good, though, that's literally why we're here.” Chan pulls his fingers out, and Hyunjin sobs at the loss as well as from the climax that has been stolen away. He tries to buck up against Minho, but finds that he can't move at all, not with Minho planted so firmly on top of him. Minho looks very unimpressed with his attempts. “Needy slut,” he says again, and he spits in Hyunjin's face. It lands as a thick glob on Hyunjin's cheek, causing him to flinch. Minho reaches out to rub it into his skin. God, that's so...
Hyunjin moans brokenly, his cock twitching where it's trapped under Minho. “Thank you, sir, m-may I have another?” Fuck, Hyunjin feels gross and unhinged for liking that as much as he did.
Minho's eyebrows raise in apparent surprise. He shuffles forward a little, finally, mercifully, lifting himself off Hyunjin's hips, and he clutches Hyunjin's jaw in his hand. “Open wide,” he instructs. When Hyunjin obeys, Minho spits in his mouth. Some of it misses, hitting his chin instead, but Minho scoops it up with his fingers and feeds it past Hyunjin's pliant lips. Hyunjin thinks he hears Chan let out a curse. Honestly, Hyunjin shares the sentiment, but his delirious focus is honed in on Minho's smirk hovering above him. “More?” Hyunjin nods blearily. He sees Minho gathering saliva in his mouth before he leans over Hyunjin again. Minho lets a ball of spit drop onto Hyunjin's tongue, then pushes Hyunjin's slack mouth closed. “Swallow.” Hyunjin does, like a good boy. Minho rewards him with a kiss, pressing their lips together almost chastely.
Chan rewards him by pushing the nozzle of the lube bottle into Hyunjin and squeezing. Hyunjin squeals at the weird, cold feeling that fills him up. The filthy squelch that sounds when Chan goes back in with three fingers is mortifying, and he can feel the lube spill out of him as Chan keeps working him open, apparently no longer bothering to be slow about it. He soon adds a fourth finger, and Hyunjin thinks he goes a little cross-eyed. He imagines he looks like one of those big-titted, anime girls in the porn Felix likes to watch – face dumb, eyes crossed, tongue sticking out. He's losing it, and he hasn't even come yet, doesn't even have a cock in him yet. It's almost too much.
No. It is too much. “Y-yellow light,” he croaks. Chan stops moving. Minho stays where he is, straddling Hyunjin's waist, but he cradles Hyunjin's face between both of his palms. Hyunjin closes his eyes and tries to focus on his own breathing. His entire body is tingling. “Fuck. Gimme a second. N-need to... to come back.” He doesn't know if that even makes sense to anyone but him, but he can feel his own mind about to drift off too far. Someone takes Hyunjin's hand where it rests against his own stomach. Must be Chan, because Minho is still holding his face. Hyunjin sighs and squeezes the fingers slotted between his own. It helps. He feels grounded again. He feels the sheets under him, sticky with his own sweat. He feels the fabric of Minho's jeans against his ribcage. He feels half of Chan's hand still nestled inside of him, and that, inexplicably, makes heat rush to his face. He opens his eyes. Sees Minho above him, watching him carefully, intently. Hyunjin wets his lips. “Mhm. Okay. Green light.”
When Chan continues, he seems to be going slower again. Hyunjin doesn't know if he's doing it to tease or if it's to go a little easy on him, but it's the exact opposite of what Hyunjin wants right now. The infuriating pace makes him beg and whine for Chan to just fuck him already, which in turn makes Minho shove two fingers into Hyunjin's mouth and press down on his tongue to shut him up. “You're always so fucking loud,” Minho says. “Maybe we should just gag you.” Hyunjin moans, and one of Minho's eyebrows twitches. “Oh, you'd like that, huh? Maybe we shouldn't do it, then.”
“No, please, I want it,” Hyunjin whimpers. It comes out completely garbled because of the fingers in his mouth. He wants it, he wants it, he wants it. He tries to make his eyes as big and pleading as possible, looking up at Minho, and Minho sighs exasperatedly.
Leaning off to the side, Minho grabs something from the lineup of things they had pulled from the toybox, and he holds it up in front of Hyunjin's face. It's a ballgag, leather straps and a hot pink ball in the middle. They had already picked this out. They had already planned to gag Hyunjin. “Open wide,” Minho orders, much like he had done before, only this time, he unfortunately doesn't spit in Hyunjin's mouth. Instead, he fits the pink silicone between Hyunjin's teeth and fastens the strap at the back of Hyunjin's head. Minho smiles down at his work. “Can you snap for me?” Hyunjin does, the sound loud and clear. “Good. Once for yellow, twice for red, got it?” Hyunjin nods. “Good boy.” After so long with nothing but degradation, the single instance of praise makes Hyunjin tear up a bit. He's good. He's a good boy.
Finally, fucking finally, Chan retracts his fingers. Hyunjin has been kept on the edge for such a long time without being allowed to come, he's pretty sure he'll come immediately from just Chan fucking into him. He holds his breath in anticipation, waits for the welcome feeling of Chan's cock. Except, that's not what happens. He feels something else pressing against him, something that is decidedly not organic material. It's a toy. He stares up at Minho in shock. Minho is smirking at him, looking so unbelievably smug. The glint in his eyes is evil.
The toy is big. With the all the stretching and the honestly preposterous amounts of lube, it slides in easy, though. Hyunjin squeezes his eyes shut and moans when he feels the widest part breaching him, and then the sensation of his rim closing around the base. He's panting through his nose. A steady stream of drool dribbles from the side of his mouth, and he can do nothing to stop it with the fucking ball in his mouth. “Hmm,” Chan says. Hyunjin opens his eyes, but he can't see him and can't see what he looks like, not when Minho is still straddling him. Chan sounds mischievous, though. “You know, suddenly I feel like eating ice cream.” What?
“Oh, good idea,” Minho agrees cheerfully. What the fuck? Hyunjin tries to voice his confusion, but it's muffled by the gag, and Minho isn't even looking at him anymore. He's climbing off Hyunjin and getting off the bed. He's leaving? He's leaving the room? In the doorway, he turns back to smile at Chan. “Do you want sprinkles, hyung?”
“Yes, please,” Chan says, and now that Hyunjin can actually look at him, he sees him wiping his lubed up hands on a towel. Just like Minho, Chan is still fully dressed. It's just Hyunjin, who's naked and hard and needy, who's cuffed and gagged and plugged up and very confused.
Minho returns with two bowls and two spoons, and they sit next to Hyunjin on the bed and eat their ice cream as if he isn't even fucking there. It's the ice cream Hyunjin bought, too, his favorite. He can't fucking believe this. He's so desperately turned on he's actually crying, tears rolling down his face, and yet they continue to pay no attention to him and just talk casually about some useless shit that isn't related to making Hyunjin come, so he doesn't care.
Fuck it, Hyunjin thinks petulantly. He can get himself off, then. The plug is pressing right up on his prostate, and his hands may be cuffed with his palms facing up, but he can still rub the backs of them over his dick. He could come from that, he's sure. He rolls his hips slightly to grind against the toy and reaches down to let his knuckles graze his erection, and he inhales sharply through his nose at the feeling of finally being touched, even if the touch is just his own.
“Stop that,” Minho orders, and Hyunjin halts abruptly. Most of all, he wants to ignore them just like they're ignoring him, but his dazed brain is still tuned in to obedience, still responds to commands like a puppy eager to please. He glances over, but Minho isn't even looking at him. Chan is, though, dark eyes unabashedly roaming all of Hyunjin's exposed skin, watching him like Hyunjin is nothing but entertainment for Chan to enjoy while he eats. Chan catches Hyunjin's gaze and smirks. Hyunjin shifts, emits a muffled whine, and Minho's head snaps sharply towards him, his features set in a disapproving frown. Hyunjin cowers. If he could, he would be pouting.
“Still such a needy whore,” Chan comments. “Can't even let us have dessert in peace.”
Sighing, Minho puts his ice cream down in favor of brushing his fingers across Hyunjin's chest. They're cold from holding the bowl, and the temperature in comparison to Hyunjin's burning skin makes goosebumps break out on his whole body. Minho hums. “What do you want?” he asks as if he doesn't fucking know exactly what Hyunjin wants right now. Minho finds a nipple and rolls it between his icy fingers. Hyunjin's back arches. “You want ice cream, too? I'll baby-bird it to you.”
“Dude.” Chan makes a disgusted face, and Minho laughs.
“Come on, hyung. Don't act like you don't enjoy me spitting in your mouth as much as this little slut does.” He pinches Hyunjin's nipple harder, and Hyunjin squirms and whimpers. “Here's what's gonna happen,” Minho says in a tone that makes Hyunjin cling on to every single word falling from his cruelly smiling lips. “You're going to be nice and quiet while hyung and I finish the rest of this ice cream. Then, if you've been good, maybe you'll be allowed to come. How's that?” Hyunjin nods fervently. Fuck, he can be good, he'll be good, he'll never misbehave again. Minho smirks wider and pats his cheek. “There's our good boy.”
Hyunjin closes his eyes and focuses only on the steady in-out-in-out of his breathing. His jaw aches from being held open by the gag, and the horrid mixture of sweat and tears and spit drying on his face is starting to get itchy and uncomfortable. He flexes his fingers. He could snap, make this all stop, but he wants to show them that he can be obedient, that he can be good for them. He wants his reward. After everything, he deserves it.
There's a touch to Hyunjin's ankle, surprisingly gentle, and he opens his eyes again to focus on Chan. Apparently, while Hyunjin wasn't looking, he has taken off his clothes, leaving only the golden chain with the handcuff key around his neck. “Still green?” he asks, and Hyunjin nods. Chan hums. “Do you feel like you've learned your lesson?” Hyunjin barely even remembers what the lesson was at this point, but he nods again anyway. “What do you think, Minho?”
Hyunjin looks over. Minho has stripped down as well, his cock hard between his legs. The fact that they're also both clearly affected by this makes Hyunjin feel some sense of comfort. Minho brushes his hand along Hyunjin's choker with a pensive expression, like he has to consider the question before answering. Finally, he says: “Yeah, I think so.” He takes the newly added pendant between his fingers and smiles at Hyunjin. “My little slut.” Hyunjin would thank him, if only he didn't have that fucking ball stuck between his teeth. Instead, he just flutters his eyelashes and hopes it gets the point across. Minho sighs. “As much as I love seeing you gagged like this, I kinda miss hearing you beg.” He reaches behind Hyunjin's head to unclasp the leather straps.
A string of saliva drags from Hyunjin's lips to the hot pink ballgag when Minho pulls it out of his mouth and tosses it to the side. Gingerly, Hyunjin works his jaw to alleviate the ache. Then, he smiles at Minho. “Thank you, sir.” God, his voice sounds wrecked. It makes Minho's eyes darken a little, but he smiles, too, as he reaches out to cradle Hyunjin's face in his palm. Hyunjin leans into it with a pleased sigh. He enjoys finally being touched. It's not the kind of touch he wants right now, though. “I've been good,” he says. “Let me come?”
Minho clicks his tongue. “Already back to making demands again, huh?” He pats Hyunjin's cheek, just this side of too rough, causing Hyunjin to gasp at the sting. “Not even gonna say please?”
“Please,” Hyunjin rectifies right away, looking pleadingly at Chan. “Please let me come, master.”
Chan pulls at the plug, lets it slowly slip out of Hyunjin. He doesn't let Hyunjin be empty for long, going in with three crooked fingers immediately to search for Hyunjin's prostate. When Hyunjin moans and his body spasms, Chan smiles. “There we go,” he says. He massages the same spot insistently until Hyunjin whimpers and comes all over his own stomach and chest. It feels like a rush of relief after being toyed with for so long, like cool water enveloping his overheated body, like a balm soothing his aching skin. It's enough to make his vision go black for a moment.
There are tears pearling in his lashes when he comes to, and he blinks his eyes rapidly to rid himself of them. “Thank you, master,” he whispers hoarsely. “Thank you, sir.” He barely gets a moment to come down from his high before Chan's fingers start moving again. Hyunjin sucks in a sharp breath, his legs twitching. “A-ah!” He tries to reach down to grab Chan's hand to stop his movements, but Minho is holding the chain of the handcuffs so he can't. He pouts at Minho, who only smiles sweetly, even though Hyunjin knows he's anything but.
“You gonna be a good boy and give us another one?” Minho asks, and, fuck, Hyunjin wants that. He wants to come again, and he also wants to be good. Wetting his dry lips, he nods. It's almost too much with the oversensitivity from the orgasm he literally just had. He powers through it, though, feels himself get worked up again, feels his climax approaching like a fucking freight train. Minho's other hand wraps around Hyunjin's dick to jerk him off in time with Chan's fingers fucking in and out of him. It takes a little longer for Hyunjin to come this time, but he gets there eventually, back arching off the mattress in a pretty bow as he adds to the mess already spattered on his belly.
Hyunjin is panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He feels a little numb, a little floaty. With his hand, Minho gathers the cum smeared on his skin and pushes it into Hyunjin's mouth. Hyunjin sucks happily on his fingers, moaning around them. He moans, too, when Chan pulls his fingers out of Hyunjin's ass and replaces them with his cock. Hyunjin is still so fucking wet and messy with lube that it's easy for Chan to slide in, to bury himself fully in one smooth stroke, but it's a lot. It's a lot when Hyunjin's whole body is thrumming from having come twice in such quick succession, and his eyebrows knit together. “F-fuck,” he whimpers brokenly. “Please, I... I c-can't, I'm–”
“Shhh,” Chan murmurs. Even though Hyunjin can feel his cock throbbing deep inside of him, Chan doesn't move. He stays perfectly still, runs his fingers through Hyunjin's sweat-damp hair. “You're okay, baby, I got you, yeah?” Shivering, Hyunjin nods. He knows.
Chan kisses him, then. It occurs to Hyunjin that it's the first time since they've started this session, and it makes it feel like he's being rewarded. Hyunjin sighs in content, parts his lips for Chan's imploring tongue, lets him lick into his mouth. The thrill of receiving such a gift makes scorching heat coil in his belly, makes him clench around Chan until Chan moans into the kiss. God, he sounds so hot. Hyunjin wants, wants, wants. “Master, please,” he whispers, the words breathed against Chan's lips. “Please fuck me. Want master's cum.” Chan groans and shudders.
It spurs him on, though, gets him moving, slow at first but gradually gaining speed until he has built up an almost punishing rhythm. He fucks Hyunjin with Hyunjin's cuffed hands trapped between their chests, each hard thrust sending pleasure coursing through Hyunjin's body like shockwaves. He's unaware of what kind of expression he's making, doesn't even know which kind of noises spill out of him, doesn't know if he's moaning or begging or both. He feels like he's floating again.
Chan fits his hand across Hyunjin's throat, grabbing him by the neck as he fucks him. The mere thought of him applying more pressure, of him fully choking Hyunjin, is enough to make Hyunjin's eyes roll back. He brings his hands up to press down on Chan's in an attempt to make him do what Hyunjin so desperately wants, but he's too weak to do much other than grasp Chan's wrist. Chan scoffs. “Jesus, look at you,” he mutters. Oh. He sounds so fucking mean, Hyunjin doesn't know if he can take it. “So needy. Such a loose, sloppy whore.” Each harsh word is punctuated by an even harsher thrust. Hyunjin is trembling. He's looking up at Chan without really seeing him, eyes wide and wet and clouded over. Chan is staring him right in the face, his expression twisted in a vicious grimace. God, he's... that's... “Should just tie you up and leave you here for whenever we want to fuck you. Just a hole for us to come in. That's all a useless slut like you is good for.”
Suddenly, Hyunjin feels like he's plummeting, submerged in an abyss. He goes limp. All he can hear is his own ragged breathing, loud in his ears. The key to the handcuffs dangles from the golden chain around Chan's neck, back and forth in time with Chan's motions, and Hyunjin watches it, almost as if hypnotized. “Hey,” he suddenly hears. He tears his eyes away from the key to let his head roll to the side. Minho cups his cheek. There's a frown on his face. Does he look concerned? “Oh, baby, you're so far away. Hyung, slow down for a second.”
Chan does as he's asked, goes slower but doesn't stop. “Baby?” Chan says. His voice sounds muffled, like it's coming from a distant place. Oh. Hyunjin really did drift too far, didn't he? Chan curses. “Oh fuck, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean–” He goes quiet when Hyunjin shakes his head almost imperceptibly. Hyunjin closes his eyes. He focuses on the steady, slow slide of Chan's cock, in and out, in and out. He feels Chan's thumping heartbeat where his chest is pressed against Hyunjin's forearms. He feels Minho's fingers carting through his hair, pushing his bangs away from his face. He shudders as he gradually regains full use of his senses.
“'m okay,” Hyunjin says. His tongue feels too big for his mouth. “Keep... keep going.”
“Are you sure?” Chan asks. “We can stop.” No, no, no, Hyunjin doesn't want that. He whines.
“What's your color?” Minho demands. He's looking at Hyunjin like he's trying to determine whether Hyunjin is even conscious enough to give a trustworthy answer. It takes a few heartbeats too long for Hyunjin to get his mouth to cooperate, and in the meantime, Chan stops moving altogether as he waits for a clear response. Minho strokes his thumb across Hyunjin's cheekbone. “Baby, you need to use your safewords if it's too much. Don't push yourself.”
Hyunjin whines again. “N-no,” he says. “Green light. Want it.”
Chan looks at Minho, as if he needs Minho's permission to continue, or maybe he's just asking for a second opinion. Minho sighs. “Easy, yeah?” he says to Chan, who nods.
When Chan starts moving again, it's so gentle it makes Hyunjin's heart ache. He's fucking Hyunjin like he's scared of breaking him, and although that would usually make Hyunjin frustrated, it feels perfect in this moment. It feels right. He loses himself in the sensation of Chan's slow thrusts, of Chan's body held so close to his own, of Chan panting hot breaths against his neck. Chan presses a kiss to Hyunjin's shoulder. “You still with me, baby? You're so quiet.”
“Mhm, feels good,” Hyunjin mumbles. The blunt tip of Chan's cock rubs over Hyunjin's prostate, and Hyunjin shudders in pleasure, toes curling. “Love you, master.”
Chan groans. “Love you, too.” He mouths across Hyunjin's throat, lips following the choker. “You've been so good for us tonight. So perfect.”
“Not useless?” Hyunjin asks wryly. Now that he's more mentally coherent, he has to admit that one stung a bit, even if it probably was what pushed him fully into his own headspace.
“No,” Chan assures him right away. “God, no, you're beautiful, you're talented, you're good, you're always so good for us. I love you, I love you, I love you.” Each proclamation of love is punctuated by Chan's lips on Hyunjin's collarbones, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on his skin. Whimpering, Hyunjin squeezes his eyes shut. He thinks he might start to cry at any second, a persistent tickle at the back of his throat, his tears threatening to run over. Everything is so overwhelming all of a sudden. Feeling appreciated. Feeling loved. His cock is trapped between their bodies and rubs against Chan's abs with each roll of his hips. If Hyunjin wasn't already spent, he could come just like this, but as it is, he needs more than this to get there.
Thus, Chan comes first. Hyunjin can feel it when Chan spills deep inside of him with a guttural groan muffled into the side of Hyunjin's neck. When Chan kisses Hyunjin, his mouth is lax and a little sloppy. Chan always gets all languid after an orgasm. Hyunjin mostly just feels messy, even more so when Chan pulls out and a mixture of cum and lube trickles out of him. “Fucking hell,” Minho whispers, and when Hyunjin looks over, he finds Minho's eyes fastened between his legs with the type of gaze that makes Hyunjin's face flush with both mortification and arousal. Hyunjin clenches intentionally and watches the way Minho's cock twitches. Huh.
“Sir,” Hyunjin croaks, and Minho snaps his attention to Hyunjin's face instead. There's something almost feral in his eyes, and it makes Hyunjin shiver. He raises his eyebrows, or at least tries to. His whole entire being feels a little numb. “Need any help with that?”
Minho's eyes soften, and his mouth quirks. He reaches out to pet Hyunjin's hair. “It's okay, baby, I'm fine.” The way he smiles, shaky and tight, makes it seem like he's very much not fine. He's also still obviously hard. “Don't worry about me.”
Hyunjin pouts. “But don't you wanna fuck me, too?”
Minho sucks in a sharp breath. For a moment, he looks like he's wavering, chewing on the inside of his lip in contemplation. “I do,” he finally says. “But I don't think it's a good idea right now. You've had more than enough for one night.” Hyunjin pouts even more severely, but Minho ignores him and looks at Chan instead. “Hyung, I think you can undo the cuffs now.” Chan opens the clasp of his necklace so he can slide the key off the chain. He unlocks Hyunjin's handcuffs, and once they're off, he gently massages Hyunjin's wrists, even though they barely ache. Chan is always good at making sure the cuffs aren't too tight whenever he restrains Hyunjin. Chan kisses Hyunjin's knuckles and shoots him a dopey smile.
As soon as Chan lets go, Hyunjin uses all the power he has left in him to roll over, splayed out on his stomach with his chin resting on the back of his hands. He hears both of them gasping. “Fuck,” Chan says. “Baby, your ass.” Someone ghosts a caress over his backside, and Hyunjin jerks at the unexpected ache it brings. Oh right, the spanking. He almost forgot about that, it seems like it happened an eternity ago to someone other than Hyunjin. Whoever is touching him digs their fingers in a little, and Hyunjin moans at the jab of pain. Chan curses under his breath. “We should probably get some of that anti-bruise cream for this.”
Hyunjin doesn't care if he'll bruise. He turns his head to glance at Minho, and he can't quite figure out if Minho looks more guilty or more turned on. Hyunjin raises his hips in invitation, presents himself for the taking. Now Minho is definitely leaning towards the latter. “Please fuck me, sir,” Hyunjin says. There's still time to make Minho lose his composure yet. Minho doesn't look at him, only at his ass. Hyunjin sees him reaching out, feels how Minho's hand grabs one cheek to spread Hyunjin open to look at him. Hyunjin wets his lips. “Wanna fill me up with your cum?”
That seems to do the trick. Minho emits a choked off sort of groan as he moves to straddle Hyunjin's thighs. Hah. Got him. Hyunjin has to bite back a satisfied smile. He has noticed how Minho always seems to get a little shaken when Hyunjin says something filthy. Holding himself up with his arms on either side of Hyunjin, Minho rubs his dick along the cleft of Hyunjin's ass a few times. “You're such a fucking menace,” Minho growls. The head of his cock catches on Hyunjin's rim, like he's about to slide in, but doesn't. What a tease.
“I know,” Hyunjin says. “But you love me-e!” His final word devolves into a squeak as Minho chooses that moment to push himself fully inside. Hyunjin's eyelids flutter. Fuck, he doesn't get to have this nearly often enough.
Minho fucks Hyunjin with fluid rolls of his hips, motions so smooth it's like he was meant for nothing but this, built for fucking. Every time Minho bottoms out, his pelvis rubs against Hyunjin's sore ass, almost as if he's doing it on purpose. Knowing Minho, he probably is. The angle is perfect, and Hyunjin's cock is astonishingly hard under him again, rubbing into the sheets with each thrust. Minho kisses the nape of Hyunjin's neck. “I do love you,” he finally mutters. “You're still a brat, though.” He bites down at the very spot he just kissed, and Hyunjin gasps at the sharp sting. “You have no idea how fucking infuriating you are when you want to be. Riling both of us up like that. Had to get Channie-hyung off to calm him down.”
Hyunjin's breath hitches at the thought. “O-oh,” he says. Apparently, while he was sequestered in the bedroom, Chan and Minho had been busy with more than just scheming.
“Are you thinking about it, baby?” Hyunjin can practically hear the smug smirk in Minho's voice. “Want me to tell you what we did?” The whimper that escapes Hyunjin seems to count as a yes. Minho plasters himself to Hyunjin's back. Like this, he can only move in a slow, deep grind, but his mouth is so close to Hyunjin's ear that Hyunjin can feel each and every word Minho speaks as a breathy exhale. “Had him get on his knees for me,” Minho whispers. “You know how good he looks with a dick in his mouth. He sat there prettily and let me fuck his face like a good boy.” A full-bodied shiver racks through Hyunjin. The mental images his mind conjures are overwhelming. Minho shifts, and now his cock is grinding right into Hyunjin's prostate. Hyunjin moans. “And then, because he'd been such a good boy, I let him fuck my thighs.”
“Oh,” Hyunjin squeaks, and his cock kicks weakly where it's trapped under his body. Oh fuck.
Minho chuckles. “You like that, huh? Me bending over for Channie-hyung so he could slide his dick in between my legs?” Minho's thighs. Chan's cock encased in them, sliding against the soft skin on the inside as well as the underside of Minho's balls. Chan panting, breathless, fucking Minho's thighs. Minho's thighs. Hyunjin buries his face in the mattress when he comes again, this time dry. His whole body feels abuzz with it, nerve endings raw and overly sensitive. He's shaking. Minho is still grinding into him, but the tight clench of Hyunjin's ass makes him go off beat, and then he's coming, too, spilling his load inside of Hyunjin. He pulls out at the last second to let the final few spurts drip on Hyunjin's tailbone and across his tender hole.
A feeling of complete calm washes over Hyunjin. It settles into him, bone-deep, lures him towards the gentle embrace of sleep like a siren song. He's vaguely aware of being flipped on his back, then a pair of lips against his forehead. “Don't sleep yet, baby,” Chan admonishes.
“'m not,” Hyunjin insists, even though he's well on his way there. “Jus' resting my eyes.” He wants to sleep right away, but he's not going to because knows he needs to get cleaned up first, otherwise things are going to be very unpleasant. He feels like he can take a moment to rest, though. He pouts at no one in particular. “Hold me.” Two bodies fit themselves against him, one on either side. Hyunjin sighs happily. It's perfect. Their puzzle is complete.
He doesn't know how long they stay like that, and maybe he does go unconscious for a while. Next thing he knows, he's being gently shaken awake. “Hey, baby,” Minho says, smiling at him. “No sleeping. We're going to get you cleaned up, and then you can sleep after, yeah?”
“Okay,” Hyunjin agrees somewhat reluctantly. Most of all, he wants to stay just like this. Preferably forever. “I'm not sure if I can stand, though. Feel like I'm made of jelly.” The thought of a jelly person makes him giggle deliriously, and he hears both of them huff, even though they don't even know what he's laughing at. “Guess you'll have to carry me.”
Hyunjin doesn't expect to be lifted off the bed, and he yelps in surprise as the mattress suddenly disappears under him. It's Chan, carrying him bridal style without even straining himself. “You better hold on tight, spider monkey,” he says with a grin. Hyunjin frowns disapprovingly at him because that is probably the least attractive thing anyone has ever said to him. He does wrap his arms around Chan's neck, though.
Miraculously, Hyunjin is able to stand in the shower, but only with a lot of support from Chan. “I wish we had a bath tub,” Hyunjin mumbles while Minho is in the middle of doing a thorough job of washing him everywhere.
Minho blinks at him. “I can't help but feel like we've had this conversation before,” he says, which is probably true. Hyunjin makes a mental note to search up the possibility of having a bath tub installed first thing tomorrow morning.
Later, after Hyunjin has been cleaned and pampered and had a liberal amount of cream lathered on his smarting ass by Minho's overly enthusiastic hands, Hyunjin is settled into clean bedsheets. He sighs in content, looking back and forth between his boyfriends, the two loves of his life, ready to be at his beck and call. “Thank you,” he says. “I think I needed that.”
“You think?” Minho repeats. “You're the one, who started it.” He's... not wrong. The choker is back in its case and tucked safely away in their toybox for another playtime. Thinking about the two pendants now attached to it makes Hyunjin's stomach overflow with butterflies.
Chan smiles, gently caressing Hyunjin's face. He, in particular, had expressed remorse at being a little too rough with Hyunjin, but Hyunjin had brushed him off. He had enjoyed himself, after all, even if it had been a lot. He's sure he's going to feel sore for days afterwards. “Is there anything else you need, baby?” Chan asks.
Hyunjin thinks about it for a moment, then pouts. “Can I have some ice cream, too?” he requests, and Minho dissolves into a fit of giggles.
(Hyunjin does get to eat his ice cream like he wanted to, and maybe he does accept the suggestion for Minho to baby-bird it to him, but only so he gets to kiss ice cream out of Minho's mouth.
And maybe Chan doesn't find it as disgusting as he had previously expressed, at least not if the heated look in his eyes is anything to go by.)