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though it’s very rare, there are occasions where yunho feels like murdering song mingi.
it’s never personal. it’s almost always when they’re out in public, when mingi gets a little too bold, too shameless, too dramatic . a recipe for public humiliation really, and yunho is usually the one whose suffering, as he’s the one covering for mingi’s dumbassery. he’d just prefer not to make a scene, thank you.
yunho can really only count the number of days he’s debated killing his best friend when they’re alone on one hand.
“yunho. behave, please.” mingi mumbles next to his ear.
today is one of those days.
yunho feels a shiver run down his spine at mingi’s whisper. he jerks involuntarily. the wooden chair he’s in scrapes on the floor and it’s noisy. he’s not uncomfortable, but the rope around his arms dig into him borderline painfully when he struggles.
he hears mingi tsk next to his ear again, and he turns his head away. he supposes it’s a little spoiled, the way he’s acting, but he can’t help it. he’s embarrassed and angry, annoyed at mingi and frustrated at himself.
“yunho..” mingi mumbles, “don’t be a brat. you know what to do if you need to opt out.”
yunho hates how gentle mingi is with his reminder. he huffs angrily through his nose. he wants to kill him. he would say so, but he can’t.
not with the rubber dog toy between his lips, anyway.
it’s boned shaped, perfectly long enough and thin that it fits right between yunho’s lips comfortably. when mingi had pulled it out initially, all giddy about how perfect it was for yunho, yunho had been a little doubtful. now, all yunho could think was how pissed off he was that mingi had been right.
yes, technically yunho has the safety system they’ve established to fall back onto if he needs. he could snap his fingers and mingi would let him go.
but his pride was screaming at him not to. thus, he let himself be manhandled, stripped down to nothing but the cardigan he was wearing (mingi insisted he keep it on because it was cute ), and have his arms be strapped around the back of a chair. when mingi placed the bone toy between his lips and yunho bit down, it had squeaked . yunho’s ears had burned bright red and he could feel it.
“don’t be so huffy, puppy.” mingi snickers, slowly unbuttoning yunho’s cardigan from behind and sliding his hands down his torso. yunho shudders, squirming awkwardly as mingi slides his hands back up towards his pectorals. he bites down hard on the toy to muffle his noises and it squeaks again.
“your tits are so small, puppy,” mingi huffs out a laugh, then cups yunho’s pecs, softly bouncing them up and down, “so petite, so tiny..” he pinches yunho’s nipples harshly at that.
yunho’s back arches off the chair, the toy squeaking as he tries to clench his teeth again, a high whine in the back of his throat. the chair scrapes against the floor again.
he hates that mingi knows exactly what to say and how to treat him to get him like this, all hot and bothered and desperate for something he’s not even sure of. but mingi knows, and he hates that mingi knows too.
“i think i like you this way, y’know.” mingi muses. yunho can hear him stand up completely behind him, and he drags his fingertips across yunho’s skin as he does. one of his comes to caress yunho’s throat, grip tightening enough to threaten, and the other gently holds yunho’s chin.
“you’re so pathetic . so easy ,” mingi chuckles, squeezing at yunho’s cheeks, “my perfect, little puppy .” yunho squeezes his eyes shut and the toy squeaks again. mingi laughs, leaning down and pressing a kiss on the crown of yunho’s head.
it’s annoying how mingi pretends he’s so innocent , like he discovering yunho for the first time. but it’s not the first time, it’s not even going to be the last, and they both know it. yunho whimpers quietly against the rubber.
mingi’s hands lift only the slightest bit as he maneuvers his way around the chair. yunho only opens his eyes when mingi settles his weight onto his lap, and mingi tightens his grip on yunho’s throat again. yunho groans as mingi forces his head back, squeaking the toy and letting his eyes slip shut again.
fuck. he really was easy. it’s infuriating.
mingi only makes it worse by laughing at him. he sound so breathless, like he’s the one slipping and not the one taking yunho apart. yunho feels bitter, but he can’t bring himself to stop this. he just can’t .
he wants to bite mingi’s head off, but it feels too good to. he feels pathetic, and it makes him ashamed, but he lets himself simmer in it, because mingi wants him to. above all, yunho wants what mingi wants every time.
“do you like your new toy, puppy?” mingi drags his hands down yunho’s torso again and yunho shudders, letting the whine rip from his throat so aggressively it almost hurt. he bites down on said toy multiple times in a row as he lifts his head to stare wildly at him, hoping mingi understands. mingi looks so pleased at his reaction and yunho’s heart thumps.
“good boy, yunho, i knew you would.” mingi grins. “does my pathetic little puppy want a reward?” he drags one fingertip down yunho’s happy trail, and yunho bucks his hips despite being pinned down between mingi’s thighs.
yunho nods, pathetically enthusiastic, eyes blowing wide. it’s hard to think this way, completely so foggy, so pliant to what mingi wants. all he can feel is mingi’s touch and the burning shame that fuels him. he likes it when mingi likes him, and while it embarrasses him and makes him want to lash out, he feels like he’s starting to accept that mingi liking him like this is all he needs to want it this way.
mingi grins wickedly as he grabs hold of yunho’s cock, grip tight immediately at his base. yunho wails, toy squeaking, and he bucks his hips again. mingi shushes him gently, grabbing ahold of his chin once again and tilting his head to the side. yunho lets his head be forced away, exposing his neck, as mingi sinks his teeth in. he starts moving his hand at he same time, jerking yunho at a pace that already has his vision going fuzzy.
yunho whines and squirms, but let’s mingi just play at his body like a stimulation toy. every time mingi bites at him, he chomps down on the rubber dog toy, unable to hold back, and the squeaks start drowning out his own noises in his ears. mingi drags his hand that was holding his chin down yunho’s throat, back down to his pectoral again. he flicks yunho’s nipple once and yunho is seeing stars.
“be a good boy and come for me.” mingi whispers, kissing at the skin underneath his ear.
yunho bites down hard on the toy as he comes, puncturing it with his teeth. his throat feels sore after the wail he lets out, body convulsing and struggling against all restraints. mingi merely coos at him, petting at his chest and kissing at his ear.
mingi removes the dog toy from his mouth, inspecting it only for a second before tossing it over his shoulder. yunho can only laugh breathily at him, mind still hazy as he comes down from the high.
“thank you..” yunho whispers, leaning closer. mingi meets him halfway, slotting their lips together messily. there’s drool still on yunho’s chin and his arms are still tied behind his back, but he’s enthusiastic as mingi wraps his arms around his shoulders. when mingi pulls away, yunho makes a protesting noise, but he’s quickly shushed.
“you’re welcome, puppy,” mingi mumbles, a small smile on his lips, “but i think a punishment might still be in order..” he trails off, looking so disappointed that yunho’s heart drops to stomach.
“wh..” he stumbles. mingi tuts softly.
“breaking your new toy after i went out of my way to get it for you?” he scolds, gaze turning cold as ice, “i mean… come on.”
he pinches yunho’s nipple again, and yunho’s back arches, overly sensitive.
here we go again..