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“Puppy?” Minho calls out. “Are you paying attention?”
He really should be used to this by now. The members call him that. The fans. The staff. Even his sister coos at him like that, but… hearing it from his boyfriend’s mouth hits a little different.
He’s in the kitchen with Minho, making dinner for them and the rest. It’s good, getting to spend quality time with his boyfriend that would otherwise be hard to come by. He really should just cherish it, with lingering touches and shared smiles as they prepare the food, but…
Puppy .
It’s innocent enough, neither too crude nor too sweet. It’s simple, true to his nature – loyal, eager, excitable. Literally everyone calls him puppy . Felix even has a picture of a golden retriever as his wallpaper, and he’ll point to it and coo “Seungminnie~”. It should be fine.
He doesn’t know if Minho knows the effect he has on him. He doesn’t know if he’s insane for letting Minho affect him. Is he even supposed to be affected like this? If it’s fine if everyone else calls him puppy , why is Minho calling him that the problem?
Minho elbows him, the gentle nudge snapping him out of his daze. He knows Minho isn’t very interested in wasting time, knowing his boyfriend like the back of his hand, so he feels just a little guilty about being out of it.
“You okay, puppy?” Minho asks, focused on stirring the broth bubbling away in the pot. They’re making kimchi jjigae – at least, Seungmin thinks. For now, he shoves the worry aside, and lets Minho hand him a couple stalks of spring onion and a knife.
Seungmin continues chopping quietly. “Just thinking about stuff.”
Minho makes a little noise in his throat. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
He pauses. “Not- not yet? I gotta think about it some more. I think.”
“That’s okay. You can talk about it when you’re ready, alright?” Minho turns to him, smiling. God, Seungmin is the luckiest man alive. Minho, so understanding, so sweet. Minho, who’s his .
Seungmin nods. “I know. I love you.”
Minho leans in to kiss him on the cheek. “I love you too.”
--
They go shopping at IKEA. The new dorm they move into doesn’t really come… furnished. Sure they have the basics, like their beds and a dining table for the four of them, but they all agree it doesn’t feel like home. Not in the way the old dorm felt.
Jeongin, ever the harbinger of chaos, suggests a maximalist approach and to fill their dorm with little knick-knacks and to leave their stuff everywhere. Felix looks visibly disturbed, sending messages with his eyes to Minho to tell him to not let that happen.
So, being the oldest of all of them in the house, Minho tells Jeongin to not get any ideas about getting started on home decor, and that him and Seungmin will be in charge of it. Jeongin pouts sadly. Felix pets his head comfortingly.
Seungmin isn’t complaining, really. They get to go on another date. Outside. Even though they can’t hold hands and kiss much, like what Seungmin would want to do but Minho would complain about. Minho doesn’t like public affection much, but Seungmin is perfectly fine if he gets to go shopping with his boyfriend.
They walk around each floor, winding through rows of shelves, with bowls and toys and pillows and jars. Minho stares at a new knife rack for a very long time, and Seungmin physically has to pull him away.
Minho picks up a little toy that’s the size of his hand, a little multi-coloured cat, and Minho says something about how they can get it for a future kid to play with. Or maybe he said cat. Seungmin was too busy screaming on the inside to really hear him.
Then, they finally get to the bed and couch section of the complex, furnished neatly. There are so many different sizes, shapes and colours, extending far past Seungmin’s view. They walk slowly, Minho looping his arm through Seungmin’s own now.
Seungmin points out a dark green couch, spacious and wide. Minho runs his hand over the material, shaking his head at the velvet fabric.
“Would be hard to get stains out,” Minho reasons. Then, whispering in his ear, “Especially if we have sex on the couch while the other two aren’t home.”
Seungmin flounders. “I mean, why wouldn’t they be home? With us? Wow, hyung, I mean- That’s so scandalous- I-”
Minho just laughs at him, eyes crinkling in the corners.
There’s a nice bed further ahead. The sheets are tucked in neatly, and despite the DO NOT SIT sign perched atop the mattress, Seungmin is itching to get his butt on it.
“Wanna sit on it?” Minho asks, waggling his eyebrows conspiratorially.
Minho knows him so well. Seungmin smiles and laughs. “You bet I do.”
Then, Minho pats his butt, sliding his hand down slightly in the way he always does, like he’s not being obvious but he’s actually very obvious.
“Go on, puppy,” Minho coos. “Go sit!”
Jesus fucking Christ.
He pauses, stunned, as it hits him again. Puppy .
Does Minho even realise it?
Minho shoots him a look, egging him on excitedly, playfully.
Probably not.
So he goes and sits on the bed. It’s the softest, loveliest thing his ass has touched in a long time. He lies down in it for a brief moment, pretending like his cheeks aren’t red as hell.
He really needs to talk about that with Minho some time.
--
Shit.
He really should have listened to Minho a couple of hours ago. They had gone to the company together to practice, but Seungmin had insisted on staying for additional vocal practice. Despite having a very pouty boyfriend who he usually can’t really say no to, their upcoming recording sessions would definitely benefit from a couple extra hours of practising.
So instead of going back home with Minho peacefully, he ends up stuck in the lobby of the company building, the rain pelting the pavement hard outside.
He had thought about taking a cab, but he doesn’t have enough in his wallet for the ride. Besides, it would be a waste of money anyway, for such a short trip. He’s not exactly willing to get drenched but he braces himself. He walks the whole way, attempting to use his messenger bag to shield whatever he can of himself from the rain.
The pouring rain is loud in his ears. The downpour severely worsens how far he can see. He really wishes he had just brought an umbrella, or had just gone home with Minho.
Minho would be chiding him right about now. Minho’s the mom friend after all, always prepared with wet wipes and umbrellas and tissues for when his seven children (yes, Chan included) would eventually need it. He can hear it in his head: “Yah, Kim Seungmin! Why wouldn’t you pack an umbrella? You never know if it’s going to rain!”
Seungmin sighs at the thought of his boyfriend. Minho, for all his nagging and tsunderisms, always cares about him. And Seungmin feels like a fool now, as he trudges back home to him in his waterlogged sneakers.
It feels like an eternity when he finally dodges his head underneath the shelter of their apartment complex. In the quiet, aside from the rain outside, he can hear the pitter patter of water onto the nice, marbled floor.
His clothes are so wet that he’s dripping water all over the floor.
Seungmin sighs, thumbing at the elevator’s buttons to get back up to the apartment. He just hopes that his phone isn’t drowning in his pocket right about now.
The elevator dings softly, signalling its arrival. The metal doors slide open to reveal the white, clinical light from inside. Then, a soft gasp.
“Seungmin?” It’s Minho’s voice, and Seungmin looks up to see him. Minho’s dressed like he’s braced for the rain; face mask and baseball cap, long pants and a long-sleeved sweater and a fucking raincoat on, two umbrellas in hand. Many emotions pass on Minho’s face (well, at least in his eyes, the only part that isn’t obstructed). Adoration. Relief. Sadness.
Seungmin pouts.
“Oh, puppy,” Minho coos, stepping out of the elevator. He cups Seungmin’s face in his hands. “Poor thing. You got caught in the rain?”
“Yeah.” He says weakly.
“I told you to pack an umbrella, silly,” Minho continues to fuss. “Never know when it’s going to rain. I was on my way to come get you, actually. Knowing you.”
Seungmin pouts. “Hey.”
“You look like a sad little puppy right about now,” Minho giggles, petting Seungmin’s very drenched hair softly. “Poor pup.”
Seungmin feigns growling at him, and Minho laughs. “Come on. Let’s get you dried off, hmm?”
Minho takes Seungmin’s arm as they get into the elevator, heading back upstairs.
“Don’t get any of that wet dog smell in here,” Minho teases, kicking off his shoes at the front.
Seungmin whimpers sadly, as he still gets the floor underneath him wet. “I’m not an actual dog, hyung!”
Minho giggles. “Wait here. I’ll get you a towel so you don’t drip everywhere.”
“‘Kay,” Seungmin calls out as Minho promptly disappears into a room.
Seungmin gets smothered in the face with a thick, fluffy towel before he can even think about all the puppy instances.
--
Minho is honestly the best and worst idol all at once. He takes about ten billion selfies at every scheduled thing they attend, many with bizarre filters on them, or blurred and without him actually smiling at the camera. Honestly, the way Minho stares in his photos is enough to freak Seungmin out, especially before they got together.
Minho’s also the one to fuel the fans’ shipping crazes, with pictures of the other members pretending to kiss him and Minho looking absolutely uninterested. Or Minho pretending to kiss the others. The latter used to make his stomach turn in jealousy, especially at the height of his Subtle Crush on Lee Minho, but now he knows it’s all in good fun.
It also gives Seungmin an excuse to look hopelessly in love with Minho in their photos together, which he absolutely doesn’t mind.
But today, despite him still being in the middle of bickering with one Yang Jeongin, he can’t exactly focus on taking selfies. Minho pulls him by the arm to line up against the wall, ready to barrage his phone with new photos of them together.
“Babe,” Minho whines, trying to get his attention. His hand is held out, getting the perfect angle for the shot.
Jeongin is busy sticking his tongue out at Seungmin, trying to get a rise out of him like he always does. Seungmin doesn’t even hear Minho, even though their arms are laced.
“Listen, punk!” Seungmin scolds Jeongin, irritated. “You better not do that again!”
“Seungmin,” Minho repeats, starting to get annoyed too.
“Or what?” Jeongin laughs manically. Demon.
“Puppy,” Minho says in a threatening voice, butting Seungmin’s bony hips with his own. “Will you finally look at the damn camera?”
It snaps him out of it, finally turning to look at Minho as if he’s rung a bell to catch his attention. He blinks. Minho’s eyebrows are furrowed. “Sorry, baby. You wanted to take selfies?”
“Yeah,” Minho huffs petulantly, but quickly puts on a small smile and holds up a peace sign. “Now, smile for the camera.”
“Yes, boss,” Seungmin quips, winking for the camera with a matching peace sign of his own.
The fake shutter sound of Minho’s phone goes off a couple of times. Minho’s always been a perfectionist.
“Good boy,” Minho mumbles as he checks the photo, before moving onto another member of his choosing.
Jeongin stifles a laugh when Minho walks away, getting Seungmin’s attention. Seungmin frowns at Jeongin. “What?”
“It’s like you’re his dog,” Jeongin laughs, but really, it all clicks for Seungmin then. It must show on his face, because Jeongin quickly looks disgusted. “Oh, God. Just- not in front of me, alright? I’ll leave the house if y’all are doing… all that .”
If Jeongin weren’t gay himself, Seungmin might’ve thought Jeongin was homophobic.
--
The next time Minho calls him puppy is… in bed.
Well, it’s after they’ve had sex. If Minho called him puppy while he was buried inside of him, Seungmin doesn’t think he would have lasted as long as he did.
They’re snuggled up, sweaty bodies sticking together where their skin meets, chests still heaving from their orgasms.
“Ugh, that was amazing,” Minho sighs, resting his head on Seungmin’s shoulder. “You’re getting better, puppy.”
He feels a little faint. His cock would be jumping to life right now if Minho hadn’t already sucked the life out of it already. More than once.
But it does twitch, right against Minho’s hip.
Minho giggles at him. “You liked that, huh?”
Seungmin really can’t hold it back anymore. “Yeah, hyung. Do you know what you do to me, seriously? Calling me your puppy, it’s so- Gah !” He exclaims, exasperated.
Minho looks shocked, surprised even, as he holds back a grin. “‘ Gah ’?”
“It- I like it too much for it to be healthy, hyung,” Seungmin admits defeatedly.
Raising his brows, Minho nods as he processes it. Then, he asks, “So, when the rest of the guys call you puppy, do you get hard? Is it, like, that Pavlovian thing?”
Seungmin’s eyes widen in horror. “Absolutely not!” He shrieks, “It only… It’s only with you.”
“Gay,” Minho snorts.
Seungmin deflates. “We’re literally in a homosexual relationship, and you’re calling me gay?”
“I’m bisexual, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Minho shrugs his shoulders, teasing.
“Wh- I am too?!”
Minho bursts out laughing, chest heaving as he giggles in the cute way he always does, even if it is at Seungmin’s expense. Seungmin doesn’t really mind, not at all, if he can see his boyfriend so happy.
--
It’s Christmas Day. The boys from the other apartment are crowded into theirs, everyone still in pyjamas and hoodies and with messy bedheads. But, even at ten in the morning, which is early considering it’s a holiday, they gather around the Christmas tree to exchange gifts.
It’s a cozy celebration, quiet as they pull out gift bags with decorative tissue spilling from the tops, fancy boxes and pretty ribbons.
Changbin gets Jisung a new pair of sneakers. Hyunjin and Felix both gift each other the same necklace, and they’re both very excited to be matching. Chan gifts Jeongin a new cologne. And Minho… hands him a piece of paper.
“Get your gift from me in your bedroom later. Winky face,” Seungmin reads aloud, when the others egg him on to do so.
“Ewww.” Everyone is promptly grossed out, except for Minho, who is extremely pleased with himself.
“Is the gift sex?” Jisung scrunches his nose.
“It probably is,” Changbin laughs.
Minho smiles. “It absolutely is.”
“God, please don’t have sex with us in here.” Jeongin groans.
Felix just sighs, shaking his head. He shakes Chan’s arm. “Can we take refuge in you guys’ apartment instead?”
Chan chuckles awkwardly. “Sure, Lixie.”
They all prepare lunch together, and sit around the spacious coffee table and eat, like the good old days, They’re all stuffed, and they all hug each other before Seungmin and Minho wave the rest of the guys off, including their own roommates. The whole situation is hilarious to Seungmin, but the way Minho has his arm curled around his waist reminds Seungmin that they’re going to be up to… more devious things .
But being in the apartment, just the two of them, alone…
“I want to grow old with you and have our own house some day,” Seungmin admits, when Minho’s locked the front door. Minho tilts his head, but smiles at him regardless.
“I can’t believe you’re being sappy right now when I have sexy things planned,” Minho rolls his eyes playfully.
“Can’t we do both?” Seungmin chuckles.
Minho rolls his eyes, before dragging Seungmin by the arm toward his room. “Come on, dummy.”
He gets sat down on the edge of the bed, Minho digging in his wardrobe before pulling out a rectangular box, tied up with a ribbon. He sets it in Seungmin’s lap.
“Open it,” Minho says, trying to contain his excitement behind his smile. With careful hands, Seungmin undoes the ribbon, pulling it loose and taking the top of the box off.
Seungmin immediately feels his face heat up as he regards everything that’s inside. A pair of clip-on dog ears. A baby blue leather collar, with a matching leash. A silicone butt plug, tapering off into the shape of a thin tail.
Holy shit.
“Hyung…” Seungmin mumbles. He runs his fingers gingerly over all the things. Namely, his eyes stay drawn to the metal name tag on the collar, engraved with the words ‘ My Puppy ♡ ’.
Sitting down next to him, Minho rests his hand on Seungmin’s knee. “Do you like it?”
He gulps. “I didn’t think I would, but- I really do, hyung.”
“I’m glad,” Minho says, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
Seungmin’s mouth gapes, opens and shuts it, working up the nerve to finally ask, “Do- Will you put these on me?”
“Of course, puppy.” Minho’s smile grows wider, eyes crinkling in their corners, before he moves to kiss Seungmin.
Seungmin kisses back, of course, because he can’t have his very pretty boyfriend kiss him and not reciprocate.
In actuality, it feels like such a relief, and a slap-in-the-face realisation all at once: he likes being called puppy. He likes his boyfriend calling him puppy. He wants to be called puppy in bed. Oh, God.
“Kim Seungmin,” Minho murmurs when he pulls away. “At least kiss back properly when I’m trying to make out with you.”
He sighs. “Sorry, hyung.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
Damn. Minho does really know him like the back of his hand.
“I mean, considering that I’ve just realised this part of myself… Isn’t it weird for you? To be doing it with me?”
Minho scoffs, in the way to prove Seungmin wrong. He deadpans, “I bought you a leash, and ears, and a tail. I think it’s safe to say I’m as into this as you are, Seungmin.”
“Okay,” Seungmin chuckles.
Smiling sweetly, Minho then says, “Hurry and take your clothes off.”
He wastes no time in pulling off the scratchy Christmas sweater Chan had bought for all of them, jeans following suit in a pile on the floor. Minho stops him when he gets to his underwear, pulling him back in for a searing kiss. It’s hot and messy, Minho clearly as desperate as he is. Minho never shows it, not often at least, and it makes Seungmin a little giddy knowing that Minho is excited too.
Minho pulls away, grounding himself once more. He reaches for the opened box next to Seungmin, tenderly holding up the collar. “Shall I put this on you now, pup?”
Nodding, Seungmin leans forward, baring his neck. Minho’s hands are soft as they touch him gently, moving to put the collar on. He pulls it tight, just so it sits snugly against Seungmin’s skin. The weight of it is perfect. Minho latches the leash onto it too, right where the cool metal of the name tag sits against his burning skin. Then he tugs firmly, making sure it’s on correctly.
“There,” Minho says. “Now for the ears.”
Seungmin can’t help himself from smiling as he tilts his head down, letting Minho clip the ears on. They look soft, a nice light brown fur, flopping over his actual ears. The ribbons that decorate the base of the ears are a baby blue, matching his collar.
Minho squeals, flapping his hands when Seungmin looks back up at him. “You’re so cute!”
“Thank you, hyung.” Seungmin feels his cheeks heat up.
Seungmin whimpers when he gets pulled forward by his leash, only for Minho to plant a kiss to his cheek.
“God, you’re cute. You’re so cute! I just wanna kiss you all day. Can we just do that instead?” Minho rambles, starry-eyed as he admires Seungmin.
Chuckling nervously, Seungmin says. “I’m sure you don’t want to just kiss if you already got me naked.”
Minho huffs. “You caught me,” He says. Then, picking up the butt plug, he wiggles it between his fingers. “How about we get started with this?”
Before Seungmin knows it, he’s flipped around in bed, face buried into the pillows and now bare ass (Minho had taken his underwear off… somehow…) in the air. Well, he’s not arguing in the slightest.
Minho’s so affectionate with him. Not like he isn’t the rest of the time, but the puppy ears and the leash make him extra gooey when handling Seungmin. He coos at him, teasing him lovingly, even as he runs his hands all over his body.
Even though Minho’s hands are small, they make all his hairs stand on end. Leaning against Seungmin, the feather-light grazes Minho touches him with are so much . Running down his arms, over his chest and nipples, down his stomach, they make his cock leap with interest. Minho giggles at him.
Seungmin startles as Minho runs a lubed finger over his rim. Minho coos at the little whine he inevitably lets out, apologising softly as he gets back to teasing him. Minho’s free hand runs up and down his waist soothingly, while the other flicks sparingly at his hole. Seungmin hasn’t felt like this in a long time, so bare and vulnerable, at Minho’s mercy to be pleasured.
Both of them are beginning to get impatient, and Minho asks if he can start fingering Seungmin open just as Seungmin is about to open his mouth and ask for it. He wonders if Minho can read his mind.
His mouth falls open when Minho slides his finger in. Minho moves slowly, not wanting to hurt him, but the slight pain as Seungmin opens up around Minho morphs easily into pleasure. He moans.
“Cute,” Minho says. It makes Seungmin shudder with pleasure anyway. “You’re taking me so well, hmm, puppy?”
He hums in agreement, mouth feeling like cotton. He can’t find the words to describe just how good he feels.
Minho coos, “What a good boy.”
Seungmin whimpers.
Minho’s fingers don’t reach very far inside of him, which is more than okay, since Seungmin feels like the addition of a second finger is already splitting him open. Minho’s fingers are on the thicker side, which fills Seungmin up so nicely. He feels so safe, even as Minho massages slowly, coaxing him open.
He’s up to three now, and Seungmin is mildly concerned. Had he underestimated the size of the plug? He doesn’t know if it’ll fit inside of him, if Minho’s fingering him with three fingers and going excruciatingly slow, making sure he isn’t hurt. Will it even fit?
“You’re so pretty like this,” Minho murmurs. “Should we just ditch the plug all together so I can fuck you?”
Seungmin makes a noise of interest, but Minho quickly sighs and decides against it. Something about “making full use of his gifts”.
“Is that okay, puppy?” Minho asks, and giggles when Seungmin attempts to nod, even with his face smushed against the pillows. “I’ll fuck you later.”
For now, Seungmin tries not to think about all that . He isn’t entirely sure what Minho has planned, but lets him finish up, stretching him open satisfactorily. Minho pulls out his fingers gingerly, but they get released with a gross squelch. Minho then pushes the tapered base of the plug up to Seungmin’s hole, warning him as he traces his rim with it before sliding it in.
Somehow, Minho goes even slower than before. Seungmin can feel himself stretching around the plug, reaching the widest part of the silicone base. He can hear himself breathing, growing more laboured.
“Ah, hyungie… So much- So, so full,” Seungmin whimpers when the plug finally slides all the way in. The feeling of the tail sticking out is strange, too.
Minho’s hands run over his skin. “You’re so cute, pup. Wag your tail for me, will you?”
Seungmin stills for a moment. How is he supposed to do that?
Experimentally, he shakes his hips. He feels awkward in his movements, like his bones are creaking with every shake. He doesn’t even know if he’s doing it right. Minho seems enthralled though, squealing excitedly.
Minho somehow coaxes Seungmin onto all fours, he isn’t sure how he hasn’t exploded from embarrassment yet. He reaches for the leash, dangling underneath Seungmin’s petite body. Angling it, Minho manages to pull Seungmin’s head up, from where it was lowered between his shoulders.
Then, leaning forward, Minho murmurs in Seungmin’s ear, “Good boy.”
Minho tilts his head to kiss Seungmin. He kisses back feverishly, as if desperate to get a taste of Minho on his tongue. Whimpering into Minho’s mouth, he tries to chase after him as Minho pulls away.
“Sorry, honey,” Minho says, running a soothing hand down Seungmin’s back. “Will you sit up for me?”
With Minho’s hands guiding him, Seungmin manages to move so he’s kneeling on the opposite edge of the bed. Minho takes his spot, and begins to take off his clothes. Seungmin puts his hands on Minho’s knees, wanting to help Minho take off his pants.
“Are you pawing at me?” Minho giggles, looking amused. Then, a little sternly, “I know you’re eager, but paws off, pup.”
Seungmin whines. He retracts his hands, wondering when he’d balled them up into fists, and puts them in his lap. Minho smiles at him. Patiently, Seungmin sits and stares, as his beautiful boyfriend undresses himself.
Minho lays back against the pillows, lube bottle in hand. He slicks his fingers up once more, sighing as he slides two fingers into himself easily. They had sex last night, but Minho must’ve prepped a little himself if he was so comfortable already. Seungmin is dying to know. Dying to touch, to kiss Minho as he helps take Minho apart piece by piece.
“Sit and watch, okay, puppy?” Minho says, sliding his fingers in and out slowly. Seungmin feels like he’s vibrating in his spot, legs beginning to feel numb as the only thing he can do is stay in place, keep his eyes on Minho and somehow not bust a nut.
He watches as Minho’s fingers disappear inside him, only to reemerge a second later. He feels hot all over, skin burning as the squelch of Minho fingering himself fills the room. Minho moans, only held back as he bites down on his lip, and Seungmin wants to be the reason he’s making those pretty noises.
Seungmin must’ve zoned out, because Minho is pretty much done in just a few moments. He has three fingers inside of him, the rosy tint from his face running down his neck to his chest, as it rises and falls. His eyes look hazy with lust as they stare back at him, lips bitten red. “Does my puppy want to fuck me?”
He nods vigorously. His bangs fall into his eyes, and he feels the ears on his head swaying along.
Minho smiles at him. “How cute. Come here, pup.”
Shuffling along on his knees, Seungmin gets up closer to Minho. He wants to touch, so bad, but he doesn’t. He can’t, not when Minho hasn’t said he can…
And then his hands are on Minho’s hips. With Minho’s own hands on top of them. Oh.
“Ready?”
“Absolutely.”
He pushes inside. His head catches on the rim, but the slow, tantalising slide is so, so good. Minho is warm and wet and perfect, and Seungmin’s head feels like it’s spinning. He hears Minho telling him to move , and so he does.
He thrusts into Minho, his pace even, feeling like everything’s coming naturally to him once more. He snaps his hips the way Minho likes, making Minho moan sweetly. The act itself is so primal, bare skin on bare skin, sweat mixing, moans melding together perfectly. “God, you feel so good.”
“So- So good, puppy.” Minho regains a hold of Seungmin’s leash, previously abandoned in favour of other things Minho had to do with his hands. He tugs, fist curled around the leather, pulling at Seungmin. He whimpers.
Seungmin fucks Minho like depends on it, because it does. He wants to make Minho feel good. Needs to.
Minho has a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself furiously with the lube left on his hand. The sound of his hand is slick, obscene even, but as precome beads at the tip of Minho’s cock, Seungmin knows he’s close.
“Baby, pup, please,” Minho almost wails. “I’m gonna come.”
Seungmin goes faster, driving his hips against Minho’s as fast as he possibly can, so eager to make Minho come. He goes and goes, the bed beginning to squeak underneath them, until Minho comes with a loud cry, making a mess all over his hand and stomach.
He slows his hips to a stop, knowing Minho doesn’t like being overstimulated. Sadly, in the back of his mind, he notes how he probably isn’t coming any time soon.
Pulling out when Minho tells him to, Seungmin finally gets to sit back. His legs have held up well somehow, but he falls onto his ass. Minho snorts from across the bed, in a breathy huff.
Minho looks gorgeous like this, completely spent. As his chest heaves, he seems to glow, with the sweat making his skin glisten. His cock lays limp against his stomach, hands splayed out by his side. When Seungmin meets Minho’s eyes, Minho waggles his eyebrows. “Like what you see?”
Seungmin rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”
“Ah, puppy,” Minho tuts now, voice dripping slow like honey. “That’s no way to talk if you want me to fuck you, now is it?”
Seungmin’s eyes widen. He bites down on his lip, lowering his head a little. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Minho sits up slow, runs his hand through Seungmin’s slightly damp hair. Then, Minho tugs sharply, making Seungmin meet his gaze. Seungmin winces. “You’ll be a good puppy for me now, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Seungmin says curtly.
Minho’s eyebrows raise slightly, as if he wasn’t expecting himself to like that. “Good.”
Minho’s eyes survey his face now. His hand drops to his cheek, then traces the curve of his jaw. “We both know puppies don’t speak.”
“Y-” Seungmin cuts himself off. He opts to nod instead.
“That’s right. They bark,” Minho grins evilly. “Won’t you bark for me, puppy? Wanna be a good boy?”
Jesus Christ. What? How was he going to…
He looks up at Minho, brows furrowed. However, Minho seems completely serious about this, wanting him to go through with it.
So, he inhales deeply, trying to muster all his courage…
And barks. Once, twice.
It’s soft and playful, like a puppy yapping rather than a big dog barking, but Minho’s eyes widen, like he’s surprised Seungmin actually did it.
Minho smiles, pleased. He scratches underneath Seungmin’s chin, which surprisingly feels very nice. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
He nods, dopey in his grin.
“Come get me hard again, pup,” Minho says, lying back down against the pillows. His cock is half hard, against his stomach. “You can touch.”
With his permission, Seungmin inches closer, finally getting his hands on Minho’s thighs. They’re soft and supple in his hands, and he gives each a cursory squeeze. Minho huffs, amused. Seungmin moves to wrap a hand around Minho’s cock, but the sharp tug at his leash has him stumbling forward. Before he knows it, he’s face to face with Minho’s cock.
Seungmin looks up at Minho, stunned, mouth slightly ajar. Minho just smiles at him. Cock in hand, Minho presses it against his lower lip. He runs the tip across Seungmin’s mouth, teasing, before he fists the leash in his hand. It moves easily to Seungmin’s hair, which Minho grabs at to push him down.
Seungmin can hear the gag he lets out, as Minho stuffs his cock into his mouth. Minho’s thick, and Seungmin had definitely not expected this . Instead of moving voluntarily, Minho treats his mouth like a glorified fleshlight, bobbing Seungmin’s head to get himself off.
“That’s good,” Minho hums. Minho shoves Seungmin’s head further down onto his cock, causing Seungmin to gag aggressively. His senses are overwhelmed with Minho . He can feel the tears that had welled up in his eyes running down his cheeks. There’s definitely drool on his chin too, and all over his mouth, as Minho essentially fucks his mouth.
Minho’s fully hard in his mouth when he finally pulls out. Seungmin gasps for air, coughing at the strange feeling in his throat. Teary-eyed, he looks up at Minho, who is very content. Pleased, even.”
“Come on, puppy. On all fours,” Minho commands. “Let me fuck you now, since you’ve been so good.”
With shaky hands, he turns around and props himself up. There’s something ironic about being positioned like this, Minho about to fuck him doggy style-
He doesn’t think too hard about it.
Minho comes up behind him, like how he had just now. He’s pressed up against the backs of Seungmin’s thighs.
“You’ve been waiting so long, huh?” Minho coos. His hand slides down to tease at the head of Seungmin’s cock, making him buck up into Minho’s light touch. “Needy.”
The way Minho laughs at him makes his stomach churn, but like, in the best way possible. He’s humiliated, truly, naked and acting like a dog just for Minho, who knows just what makes him tick. He fucking loves it.
He whimpers and nods, in a desperate attempt to get Minho to break and finally fuck him.
Minho rubs at his sides comfortingly, knowing how high-strung Seungmin must be. “Alright, pup. I’ll fuck you now, okay?”
Seungmin makes a little noise of approval. God. He really needs to get fucked.
The plug gets teased from behind him, Minho pulling at it so the thickest part of the base catches the rim. Seungmin finds himself gasping, only to be slightly disappointed when Minho pulls the plug all the way out. He hears the squelch of lube once more, as Minho presumably slicks himself up. The tip of Minho’s cock is pressed against his rim without much warning, and Seungmin jolts.
“Relax, honey. It’s just me,” Minho chuckles. “Are you ready?”
He nods again, eagerly.
Humming, Minho finally pushes in.
God, it feels amazing to be filled. He loves Minho’s cock. Usually, it’s when he’s fucking Minho, watching it bounce against Minho’s soft tummy, spasming as he makes a mess between their bodies. Now, he’s fully inside of him, so warm. He feels so full.
“Is it good, baby? You feel so good,” Minho sighs, hips squarely flush against Seungmin’s ass.
He must really, really be desperate, because he’s pushing back onto Minho’s cock in a silent plea for more, and Minho laughs. “Okay. Message received.”
Seungmin squeals when Minho begins thrusting into him. The slide is easy, as Minho holds onto his hips and fucks him, sloppy and wet and perfect. His cock is thick inside of him, and Minho knows just how to work his hips to make up for the fact that he isn’t as big as Seungmin is.
It’s half Minho fucking into Seungmin, and half Minho dragging Seungmin off and onto his cock. He feels thoroughly wrecked, letting his head fall between his shoulders as Minho pleasures the both of them like this.
And then, Minho wraps his hand around his cock, and Seungmin knows he isn’t going to last long.
With a few cursory strokes and determined thrusts, Seungmin practically mewls as he comes, body freezing up as he makes a mess of the sheets below them.
“Fuck,” Seungmin gasps, like he’s been pulled out of water. “Hyung, keep fucking me, please, I- I need it-”
Minho squeezes at where he’s holding onto Seungmin’s waist. “I know, baby. I know.”
Then Minho’s thrusts into him, hard , and Seungmin lets his arms give out. He braces himself with his elbows, face buried in the sheets as Minho fucks him into the mattress.
Seungmin wails, growing in volume every time Minho thrusts into him. “Min- Minho-hyung! Please- fuck, come inside me, I need it-!”
“Ah, my puppy wants me to breed him?” Minho asks, and Seungmin’s brain completely shuts down.
My puppy .
Breed .
“B-Breed me,” Seungmin says weakly.
“Fuck,” Minho grunts. His thrusts are growing more sloppy, hips stuttering as they slap against Seungmin’s skin. It doesn’t take long for Minho to come, their bodies pressed together, painting his insides white.
Minho slumps over Seungmin, catching his breath. “That was so good.”
Seungmin lets out a grunt in agreement, not really able to say much else.
They get themselves together after a while. Their skin sticks together, but they untangle themselves. Minho helps Seungmin take off his ears and collar, and when they can feel their legs again, they shower together in the not-very-big shower stall.
“I love you,” Seungmin says. Minho’s towelling his hair dry as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Thanks for today. For doing that with me.”
“Of course, pup,” Minho says. “I enjoyed it as much as you did.”
Seungmin looks up at Minho. “I still find that a little suspicious though, you seemed to like it a little too much-”
Minho covers his mouth with his hand, only to pull away with a disgusted look when Seungmin licks his palm. He wipes it off on his shirt. “You’re the one who wanted to be bred.”
“I could do the breeding next time, too,” Seungmin retorts, but realises it is more telling than he’d expected. Minho raises his eyebrows, an absolutely shit-eating grin on his face.
“You better keep your word then,” Minho chuckles, then leans down to kiss Seungmin.
He’s more than happy to let Minho shut him up.