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“There’s nothing to even be self-conscious about,” Jeongin said plainly, attention taken up by his phone. The device was barely a centimetre away from his face, and Seungmin would have warned him about damaging his eyesight if he wasn’t too busy obsessing over the metal now invading the inside of his mouth.
Scoffing, Seungmin turned back to the mirror to inspect his teeth, scowling at the flash of silver peeking between parted lips. “Sure.”
Jeongin sighed, finally clicking his phone shut and turning on the bed to look his way. “Are you fishing for compliments?” he deadpanned. “Because I refuse to indulge you.”
“Like you ever do,” Seungmin drawled.
His only answer was silence, but Seungmin was too busy to take notice, tilting his head back as far as possible to see the absolute wreck of metal train tracks that were now invading his mouth. What an eyesore, he tsked. How was he supposed to perform with a mouth full of metal? He’d spent years perfecting his vocal tone and now everything was thrown into jeopardy because he’d developed a lisp at the sudden inability to properly close his mouth.
“Hyung.”
Jeongin’s voice broke the silence, and Seungmin hummed in reply, now frowning at his reflection in the mirror. His lips looked uncomfortable when closed. Too obvious that they were trying to cover something bulky beneath. He sighed.
“Hyung.”
Seungmin blinked, turning around. “What?”
“Come here.”
Jeongin’s face was unusually closed off, the lack of a smile making his words come across a touch more intimidating. Seungmin stared at his boyfriend, wary. “Why?”
“Are you going to be a brat about it?” Jeongin asked, quirking a brow. “Come here.”
Rolling his eyes, Seungmin moved to stand beside the bed, in front of Jeongin’s parted legs. “What is it, maknae? You want attention?” he tried being cute, singing his words and moving his hand to pinch one of Jeongin’s cheeks.
Which was why he was so thrown off-guard when Jeongin took that hand and pulled him forward, using the momentum to push Seungmin onto the bed. Seungmin fell with an oof, blinking back the sudden whiplash and staring up with wide eyes.
“Iyen-ah, what the–”
“Hyung,” Jeongin groaned, which quickly shut Seungmin up.
Looking at his boyfriend properly, Seungmin noticed a few things he’d missed before, too caught up in his desire to tease.
Jeongin’s pupils were blown wide, almost filling out his eyes which were noticeably narrowed – hooded – as he looked down at him.
Seungmin felt pinned down by the other’s weight, Jeongin straddling his stomach so that all of the pressure pushed him down into the mattress, unable to escape. Not that he’d be able to escape even if he tried fighting his way out – Jeongin had been converted by the gym rats, courtesy of Changbin, and so now sported an impressive set of muscles, arms easily able to pin Seungmin in place if he wished.
A privilege Jeongin indulged in far too often for his liking.
Regardless – that left Seungmin here, in this moment, staring up at Jeongin with wide eyes, unable to do much else but wait in anticipation for his next move.
The fingers softly brushing the hair from his face hadn’t been expected, but Seungmin found himself leaning into it. Lashes fluttering as Jeongin’s hand pushed aside the stray few obstructing his view, moving them to join the rest of his hair fanned against the bedding.
“Perhaps you’re right,” Jeongin finally said, voice low. He was staring intently at Seungmin’s mouth. “They might become a problem.”
His tone of voice caught Seungmin off guard. He was so used to Jeongin’s playful banter, so used to fighting tooth and nail for his boyfriend’s affection, pushing every button until Jeongin caved and played along, that this intense, slow-paced atmosphere threw him off.
“Thanks?” he said, confused at whether the words had been a compliment or not.
“You don’t get it, hyung.”
Jeongin tutted like Seungmin was a child too stupid to understand, and the chiding tone was enough to get Seungmin’s hackles raised. He was about to open his mouth to respond in a particularly bratty manner, when Jeongin moved down to press their lips together, barely.
Lips touching, sharing each other’s breaths. Jeongin’s eyes were dark.
“They’re dangerous because they’re too distracting.”
“Distracting..?” Seungmin breathed, blinking rapidly. He was a little distracted himself, mapping the sharp lines of his boyfriend’s face, wondering if it would feel as sharp against his lips if he just moved an inch closer…
Jeongin pulled back, denying him. “Yes, distracting,” he said simply. “Very.”
Feeling flushed and annoyed at being denied any further affection, Seungmin scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Right. It’s distracting just how obvious they are. I know what people are saying online,” he muttered, the heat now churning until it became a bitter simmer. His braces had caused enough grief in their short time. “They make my mouth look wider.”
Jeongin only hummed.
“It’s unflattering,” Seungmin whispered, suddenly self-conscious. Turning his face away and pressing his lips together, feeling the ridges press uncomfortably against his skin.
“I like your mouth,” Jeongin said bluntly, grabbing his chin and turning Seungmin’s face back into view. Hovering above him like this, so intense, the younger looked dangerous. His eyes so sultry, darkened in what Seungmin was beginning to realise was desire. “It makes me want to stick my fingers inside.”
The confession caused Seungmin to reel back, eyes wide. His face was aflame. “I– excuse me?”
Humming, Jeongin moved his hand as though in a trance, brushing the pads of his fingers against the plush skin of Seungmin’s lower lip, pressing down so that the pink bloomed dark red.
“Don’t ask me to explain myself, hyung,” Jeongin murmured, seemingly in his own world, eyes trained on how well the pad of his thumb fit against the natural bow of the other’s lips. “Whenever you talk, the braces catch against the light and it suddenly makes me so aware of your mouth.”
Seungmin felt heat settle in his stomach as he was forced to lie there and take the invasive exploration, feeling saliva gather at the corner of his mouth as Jeongin forced his fingers deeper. His own hands shot up to clutch against the other’s forearm, a futile attempt at wrangling back some control. But the muscles weren’t just for show, and Seungmin could only clutch tightly against Jeongin’s arm as he felt the fingers delve deeper into his mouth, exploring.
Like this, Jeongin’s hands felt so big. Seungmin felt full, lips stretched to accommodate the other’s wide fingers.
“It’s so wet inside, hyung,” Jeongin murmured, eyes alight. “And warm.”
Hooded eyes watched as fingers held Seungmin’s lips apart so that his thumb could press deep inside, flat against his tongue. Putting pressure, Jeongin smiled when Seungmin’s throat automatically clenched as his gag reflex kicked in.
“Ah-nh.” Seungmin tried speaking – tried to say the other’s name – but his words were incomprehensible, lips spread obscenely around the fingers and tongue forced flat against the bottom of his mouth. He whined, feet kicking out against the bed whilst his hands grabbed tighter against the solid arm holding him down.
“Don’t be a brat,” Jeongin said, ignoring Seungmin’s flailing to put more pressure against his hand so that Seungmin’s mouth was forced to open wider, jaw unhinging almost painfully. Drool leaked obscenely down his neck, pooling onto the sheets.
“Agh,” Seungmin moaned pathetically, feeling shame burn hot against his cheeks.
Jeongin’s lips curled into a smile, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. So far removed from the mischievous smile he liked to use against his hyungs in order to get away with murder… like this, Seungmin felt like prey.
He watched, dizzy with want, as the veins on Jeongin’s arms pulsed at each flex of his hand.
When he tried to swallow back the spit that had gathered in his mouth, the action caused his throat to spasm around the fingers forced inside. His body twitched and Jeongin groaned, leaning forward so that their foreheads were pressed together and Seungmin was forced to look up at him through wet lashes.
“I want to make you cry more, hyung.” The tips of Jeongin’s fingers were brushing the back of his throat and Seungmin felt wrecked. “Will you let me?”
He couldn’t nod or shake his head, or voice any kind of objection. His only consolidation was to resort to whining – more of a pitched gurgle that caused his throat to spasm once more. Jeongin’s eyes dilated at the reaction.
Nonetheless, Jeongin relented. Moving his fingers from the back of Seungmin’s throat and back to his lips, pushing them up so that the shining metal beneath was revealed. The younger breathed heavily, thumb swiping across the thick tracks which shined from the overhead lighting.
But Seungmin took advantage of the relative freedom to attempt voicing his concerns. “Iyen-ah, we can’t,” he stressed, trying to push against the other’s hands. “Everybody’s home.”
“So?” Jeongin dismissed, tugging at the corner of Seungmin’s lips to reveal more of the braces. He looked nonplussed at the idea of fucking whilst the rest of the members were gathered in the next room, within earshot.
“So,” Seungmin hissed, eyes narrowing. “I don’t want everybody to hear us!”
“Then you’ll have to stay quiet, hyung.” Jeongin smiled mischievously. He forced his thumb back against the other’s tongue in a sudden show of power. “I can help with that.”
“Yah,” Seungmin whined, batting against Jeongin’s arms in annoyance. “I’m being serious–”
“You really don’t want it?” Jeongin asked, expression sly. He rolled his hips and Seungmin gasped, arching up at the sudden wave of pleasure. “Something tells me you’re lying, hyung.”
“Ah-ah,” Seungmin moaned, the sound muffled against the fingers stuffed inside.
Jeongin suddenly frowned. “Actually, I don’t think I like it when you’re quiet.” He yanked the fingers out, chuckling at the trail of spit that followed. Wiping it against Seungmin’s cheek, Jeongin smiled at the sight of it glistening against the tan skin. He wanted to paint the others face some more…
Leaning forward, Jeongin whispered into Seungmin’s ear. “Make some noise, hyung. I want to hear your voice.” With that he pressed their lips together, replacing his fingers with his tongue.
It was just as wet and hot, only now they were making even more of a mess as Jeongin kissed Seungmin sloppily, eager and hungry. Desperate, like a starving man.
He couldn’t help it – the feeling of Seungmin beneath him, pliant and well-behaved for once, only able to take whatever Jeongin gave him, was addictive. Whining like a dog, Seungmin pawed at his back when the lack of air became almost unbearable. Jeongin pulled back, barely withholding the desire to keep kissing Seungmin until the other passed out, wanting to delve deeper inside of him, to crawl inside and never leave.
Jeongin wanted a lot of things, and he wasn’t afraid to take. Take and take and take.
His hands moved to clutch onto Seungmin’s sides, slipping beneath the oversized shirt to bask in the bare, smooth skin. Fondling until his hands came upon that perfectly tiny waist. Jeongin’s fingers curled around the soft skin, groaning at being able to encompass the other’s waist in its entirety. He stared down at his hands, belatedly thinking that it was like holding a doll.
How was he so small? Eyes trailed up glowing skin, golden and soft, all the way up to the other’s face, and Jeongin hungered.
Seungmin was flushed pink, cheeks and forehead shiny in a mixture of sweat and spit and the corners of his eyes wet with unshed tears. His lips were somehow redder than his face, swollen and puffy. With every ragged breath he desperately gulped down, his adams apple bobbed distractingly. Jeongin’s teeth ached with the need to bite.
He felt like a wild animal. Starved and rabid. His fingers twitched, digging unforgivingly into the pliant flesh beneath.
Seungmin’s chest expanded and retracted with each breath, eyes misty as he struggled to remain conscious after the lack of air. Jeongin watched him pant, breath making little punched-out sounds, tongue poking out from between parted lips, and had the fleeting thought that Seungmin looked like a dog in heat.
They were both animals.
Jeongin couldn’t hold himself back.
He hooked his hands beneath Seungmin’s thighs and easily flipped him over, listening to the other squeal at the sudden movement. With one hand pressed down against the back of Seungmin’s neck, silently ordering him to stay still, he used the other to reach into the bedside table. He quickly grabbed the small bottle hidden inside and threw it onto the bed beside them, focusing his attention once more on the body pinned beneath him.
“Seungminnie,” he cooed obnoxiously, smiling when Seungmin buckled at the name, trying to fight back. “I’m not going to go easy on you, not after you riled me up like this.”
“I didn’t–” Seungmin’s words were cut off by the sudden pressure against his neck. It forced his head sideways, so that his cheek was now pressed against the bedsheets. Jeongin used his free hand to yank at Seungmin’s waist, so that his body was arched beautifully, subsequently forcing his head even further into the mattress.
“Don’t lie to me, hyung. You should take responsibility for getting me like this.”
Seungmin blinked cutely at the mattress, eyes hazy, and Jeongin wanted to laugh.
His usually calm and collected hyung, looking so dumb and fucked-out, even before they’d started. It was cute. Jeongin was tempted to take a picture to commemorate the sight, store it away for future use, but that would mean moving away and Jeongin couldn’t be persuaded away from this sight for anything.
Something for future Jeongin to consider. Right now, present Jeongin was too busy indulging in the vision beneath him.
“Iyen-ah.”
Right now, he had a dazed, fucked-out Kim Seungmin pinned beneath him and he was loath to pass up the absolute treasure being offered. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss against the shell of Seungmin’s ear, lingering long enough to bite at the soft lobe.
“Does puppy want attention?” he whispered, pressing hot kisses down Seungmin’s neck, sucking particularly hard at the junction where his neck sloped gracefully into his shoulder. He would apologise to the makeup staff tomorrow, but for now he focused on transforming his boyfriend into a pliant mess.
“N-no,” Seungmin moaned, embarrassed at the term of address. He tried to wriggle, to use his slight height advantage to break free, but Jeongin’s hand tightened around his neck and he gasped as his airway was blocked.
“You’re so spoilt,” Jeongin tsked, pulling back to look at Seungmin with a sharklike grin. “You’re always annoying me, always begging for attention and now that I’m finally giving it to you, you’re acting up.” He relented on the force, watching as Seungmin gasped for air again. His eyes lingered on the slight shadow of a bruise forming on the otherwise unblemished skin around the other’s neck.
“You’re acting like a brat, hyung.”
Seungmin startled at the accusation, whipping his head around as much as possible from where it was forced against the sheets, eyes narrowed. “I’m acting like a brat?” he whispered, voice hoarse. “What do you call this then, Yang Jeongin?”
Jeongin smiled, flexing his fingers but not tightening them. Not yet. Just enough to have Seungmin tense.
“Staking my claim. Having fun.” His smile widened, tone patronising. “Punishing a dog.”
Seungmin bared his teeth and Jeongin laughed.
His hyung was so cute. How was this man older than him, really? Jeongin was almost as tall as Seungmin, was already so much larger than him in every other way and without his position as maknae, would anybody truly think that Jeongin was the youngest between them? He doubted it. Seungmin may act mature a lot of the time, but it only made moments like this all the sweeter.
When Jeongin was able to reduce his proud and capable hyung into a pliant mess.
“I’ll bite you,” Seungmin threatened.
“I’d like that very much,” Jeongin replied, chuckling when Seungmin rolled his eyes. “What a bad puppy.”
“Pervert.”
“I don’t see you complaining,” Jeongin said, pressing a palm against the bulge pushing against Seungmin’s pants. He grinded his own hips forward so that Seungmin could feel his own hardness, smiling as the other moaned at the dual sensation.
“Iyen-ah,” Seungmin panted, pushing back against the feeling. “Hurry up.”
“Oh?” he laughed, feeling mischievous at how quickly his hyung had changed his mind. “So needy already?”
“Shut up,” Seungmin hissed, hands scrambling to pull against the bottom of his own jumper, trying to pull it over his head whilst still pinned against the bed. “Help me.”
Laughing as he yanked the sweater over the other’s head, Jeongin watched as more of that tan skin was revealed to his greedy eyes. Smooth and unblemished, save for a few moles dotted along the arch of his spine and the curve of his hips. Jeongin ached to bite each one.
Instead, he satisfied his cravings with his lips. Pressing wet kisses to each star marking Seungmin’s body, ensuring that he left them paired red and pink. Whilst his mouth was busy, he made use of the distraction to flip open the cap of the lube with his free hand, squeezing out enough to satisfactorily lather his fingers. The whole thing took less than thirty seconds, a feat that attested to the many times Jeongin had been in this very position before.
His hyung was always so impatient. Jeongin loved him.
As he bit down on the patch of skin he knew was particularly sensitive, he allowed two fingers to find Seungmin’s hole and slip inside. The whine Seungmin gave in response made Jeongin wonder if he should have started with one, but before he could overthink things too long, Seungmin pushed back against the intrusion as best he could, still restrained, humming in evident pleasure.
“I’ve got you, baby.” Jeongin kissed along the bottom of Seungmin’s jaw, touch tender in contrast to the strong thrusts of his fingers. “Feel good?”
Seungmin nodded, lips parted. “Iyen-ah, more.”
“More?” he smiled against Seungmin’s cheek, eyes closed. “Sure you can take them so soon?”
“Gimme more,” Seungmin whined, impatiently. One of his hands slapping the arm that was pinning him down. “Now. I can take it.” He gasped when Jeongin thrust deeper. “Give it to me.”
“Whatever you want, hyung.” Jeongin said indulgently, replacing the two fingers with four on the next thrust, barely pausing in his ministrations. The sudden addition had its expected result; Seungmin spasmed in place, his body seemingly unable to decide whether it wanted to escape the pressure or chase after it. Jeongin chuckled, flexing his arm to push in even deeper on the next thrust.
“So greedy,” he teased, unable to help himself as he pulled back a little to watch how his fingers disappeared into that tight heat. Feeling greedy himself at the sight. How each thrust revealed the increasing mess; his knuckles wet with lube, Seungmin’s inner thighs red and flushed from the friction.
“Ngh,” Seungmin groaned, fingers twitching, nails biting into his skin. “More.”
“More?” Jeongin coaxed, amused at how demanding Seungmin could be in such a position. “Can you handle more, hyung?” Leaning closer, he pressed a kiss to the side of Seungmin’s face, tasting salt upon his tongue. Then he let himself fall forward, so that the majority of his body weight now laid atop of Seungmin, pressing him further into the sheets. The angle made his movements a little awkward, but Jeongin persisted, knowing that the pressure would further push his hyung toward the edge.
“Are you going to let me inside?” he whispered, breath ghosting across the sensitive lobe of Seungmin’s ear. The added weight forced Seungmin’s exposed chest to rub against the bedsheets, causing him to whine at the friction – so good and yet too much all at once. The friction of Jeongin’s clothing against his back only added to the overstimulation.
It was humiliating – Seungmin completely bare and already wet and panting. Jeongin still fully dressed.
“Fuck,” Seungmin cried. “I-I,” he tried to speak but all he could manage were gasps. Lips pushing out until he was pouting. It was such a cute expression that Jeongin almost cooed. “Yes – yes. Anything you want, Iyennie.”
Jeongin twisted his fingers and Seungmin cried out. The sound echoed in the bedroom and suddenly Jeongin was reminded that they were not alone in the apartment. Only a wall separated them both from the rest of their hyungs – all of them gathered in the living room to watch a horror movie that the maknaes had bailed out of at the first available opportunity.
It had only been their intention to watch youtube videos in bed, but Jeongin very much preferred their current situation.
Pulling out his fingers, Jeongin ignored Seungmin’s whine of protest, silencing him with a smack on the back of his thighs to be patient. With deft fingers still wet from lube, Jeongin unzipped his jeans and pulled them down just enough to free his leaking cock, groaning at the sudden relief. He dared not even stroke himself, lest he cum on the spot at the sight of his boyfriend spread out before him, tears in his eyes and bruises along his thighs. Instead, he gave the base a firm squeeze and reached across the bed for the bedside table.
“No,” Seungmin mumbled, eyes bleary. “No condom.”
“Minnie?” Jeongin asked, voice soft. For a moment the possessive behaviour dropped and Jeongin pressed a loving kiss against the corner of Seungmin’s lips, forcing the other to meet his gaze. “Tell me what you want.”
Seungmin blinked, lashes dark from the tears but his eyes held enough clarity that Jeongin could trust he knew what he was asking for. He wet his lips, trying to speak full words. “No condom. Wanna feel you,” he mumbled, suddenly a little shy. “Want you to cum inside.” He pressed his face into the bed, breaking eye contact. “Fill me up.”
Jeongin groaned, the words going straight to his cock. He wasn’t so repressed as to be in denial that he may harbour a slight breeding kink.
More specifically, he liked the idea of fucking Seungmin so much, so deeply, that his boyfriend’s flat stomach bulged from the amount of cum forced inside. The thought riled him up enough that he almost came right there and then. It was only his resolute desire to absolutely rail his boyfriend into next week that gave him the willpower to hold off, breathing deeply in order to gather his thoughts.
He pressed another kiss against Seungmin’s cheek, lingering for a moment to cherish the softness, before he pulled back and took himself in hand, lining himself up and pushing inside in one deep thrust.
Both moaned in unison, the feeling of tight and warm and so full all mingling into one, until neither Jeongin nor Seungmin could think clearly. For a moment, both of them remained there, frozen in place as Jeongin sank deep inside, the denim material of his jeans rubbing harshly against Seungmin’s sensitive thighs, his cock pulsing inside of the wet heat.
“Fuck, Seungminnie.”
“I-Innie,” Seungmin whined lowly.
Jeongin could feel the other’s thighs twitching beneath him, could feel the frantic beating of his heart even through the layer of clothing that separated them. For a moment he wished he’d undressed too, so that he could feel the heat radiating off of Seungmin’s body, so that he could feel the flushed and sweaty skin against his own, but Jeongin knew that it was better this way. His hyung wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but he thrived on the humiliation that came from being so completely bare in comparison to his partner. Jeongin knew Seungmin secretly loved the feeling of vulnerability; of being so completely at the mercy of another person.
When he tried to pull back, it was almost as though Seungmin didn’t want to let him leave – his body refusing to give in without a fight. The tightness was enough to make him lightheaded, and Jeongin didn’t need his boyfriend’s impatient whining to coax him back inside – his hips pushing forward with a punishing force, moaning at the welcoming heat enveloping his cock once more.
It was almost too much. Too hot. Too wet. Too tight. Jeongin hissed, nails biting into the plush skin at Seungmin’s hips, using them as leverage as he pulled out and pushed back in once more. Another time. Again, and again until he picked up a steady rhythm where each push and pull blurred into one unrelenting wave of pleasure.
The sound was obscene – between Seungmin’s almost pained moans and Jeongin’s grunts, he almost felt a moment of pity for his hyungs outside who would undoubtedly catch onto their activities soon enough, if they hadn’t already. They sounded like animals, wild and unable to contain the sounds of their own pleasure.
Jeongin almost lost it when Seungmin turned his head to look up from the corner of his eyes, lashes fluttering against his wet, flushed cheeks and his lips parted to show those perfectly white teeth–
And the braces.
Shining from the overhead lighting, the metal glittered and Jeongin’s vision zeroed in on just how wet his boyfriend’s lips were, how plump and pink they looked, how much he wanted to bite them.
The words were out before he could stop them, spilling out like they had a life of their own.
“You’re so pretty like this. Fucked so good its made you stupid.” The words were mean, spoken in between pants for breath, between grunts of pleasure, but Jeongin couldn’t help himself. Though, if the tightening around his cock was any indication, then his boyfriend certainly didn’t mind. He nuzzled the side of Seungmin’s face, voice almost condescending. “You like it though, don’t you? Letting me take care of you. I know just what you want.” He thrust deeply, roughly. “Know just what you need.”
Seungmin was nodding frantically, cheek pushed against the sheets so that it puffed up cutely. Jeongin wanted to ruin him.
“Such a good boy,” he whispered. “So good for me.”
Seungmin sobbed.
Contrary to popular belief, his hyung was not as self-conscious as people made him out to be. Sure, he’d struggled with self-image issues after a couple of ‘fans’ had made rude remarks about his smile, and Jeongin knew that his braces bothered him beyond just a superficial level – their impact on his vocal range was admittedly a burden his hyung was handling admiringly. But otherwise, Seungmin was self-assured and confident in his own person. Jeongin envied the way that his boyfriend was able to go through the world uncaring of his own limitations and imperfections, embracing them as simply him. Ironically, it only made him more perfect. More attractive.
But despite all of that, Jeongin knew his boyfriend best. Insecurities or no, Seungmin enjoyed feeling needed.
He liked knowing that people relied on him, and that he could offer them comfort. Whether it be looking out for Chan when he focused on everybody but himself, or indulging Felix’s need for physical affection; comforting Jisung’s anxiety or teasing Changbin so much that he was coaxed out of his darker spirals. More often than not Jeongin would find his boyfriend secluded in a quiet room with Hyunjin, the pair deep in conversation beneath the low-lighting, voices hushed. Even with Minho, who would scratch and paw at Seungmin like a cat, playfully mean, like a schoolboy tugging on a girl’s pigtails – that instinctual need Seungmin had to be good was painfully obvious.
To everybody else, his boyfriend loved being independent and self-assured, loved being confident in himself despite what anybody else might say. But Jeongin knew him best, and so he knew just what he needed in moments like these. Knew the right words to say, that would unravel his hyung just-so.
“That’s right, such a good boy,” he groaned. “Making me feel so good, hyung.”
Jeongin followed up his words by pulling back and bringing Seungmin with him, so that Seungmin’s thighs now rested upon his own, the arch of his spine and the slim tapered waist a pretty sight.
The way that Jeongin could now perfectly bounce Seungmin on his cock made it even prettier.
Seungmin whined. Small, punched-out ah, ah, ahs breathed out from open lips. Jeongin watched enviously as drool dribbled out from the corner of Seungmin’s mouth, wanting to lick it up before forcing it back inside with his tongue. He wanted to taste his hyung’s throat, choke him on his own hunger.
He smothered the desire by grabbing a hold of Seungmin’s chin with one hand, the other resting possessively against his lower stomach, almost delirious enough to think that he could feel himself through the thin layer of skin. Shuddering at the thought of it.
The new angle forced Seungmin’s neck to arch almost as much as his back, his eyes fluttering wildly at the sudden manhandling, eyes crossed as he tried to meet Jeongin’s gaze, struggling to focus while the younger refused to relent on his punishing thrusts. The force making him bounce on Jeongin’s lap, the angle causing his lips to fall open to reveal his pink tongue.
Jeongin pressed their lips together and tried swallowing it whole. He wanted to devour his boyfriend whole; to force himself inside somehow, take comfort in all of that offered warmth and ensure that he was burrowed so deeply inside that Seungmin couldn’t ever think of escaping him.
If he wasn’t so incredibly turned on, Jeongin would be slightly concerned by the possessive train of thought. But right now, all he could think about was Seungmin. The only thing he was able to comprehend was Seungmin, Seungmin, Seungmin.
“Innie, so good.” Seungmin tried to smile, only with his lips parted and the drool escaping, he looked like an animal – a dog.
Jeongin’s hips snapped forward especially harsh and Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut, yelping. His hands scrambling to hold on to anything, his entire weight dictated by Jeongin’s possessive grip.
By now, Jeongin was confident they were making enough noise that not only their friends, but the entire street could hear them and while normally the thought of anybody else hearing his boyfriend’s moans would cause an ugly churning of jealousy, Jeongin couldn’t help but want them to hear.
Look how good he feels bouncing on my cock, as he should be.
Jeongin smiled, though it must have been a little cruel because Seungmin’s eyes widened at the sight. That was all the warning he received before Jeongin suddenly stopped all movement, allowing Seungmin to collapse against him, bottoming out completely, Jeongin’s cock so deep inside that for a moment Seungmin was sure he could feel it in his throat.
“Iyen-ah,” he complained, frowning in frustration that the pleasure had so suddenly stopped. “Keep going.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep going if you do just one thing for me, hyungie.” Jeongin cradled Seungmin’s face in his hands, no longer forcing his head back but tracing his thumb along the apples of his cheeks, smiling sweetly. “Will you do it?”
“Anything,” Seungmin promised. “Anything, Innie. Just keep moving, yeah?” He tried to raise himself on shaking thighs, but his body couldn’t handle the strain and so he fell back onto Jeongin’s cock with a startled moan. Somehow, the position felt even deeper than before. Seungmin sobbed, smacking against Jeongin’s arms petulantly, turning to pout up at him in a way that normally always got him exactly what he wanted. “Jeonginnie, move.”
“Bark for me.”
A moment of silence.
Then Seungmin’s eyes blew wide and he tried to pull off, pull away from Jeongin’s grip. But the younger wouldn’t let him, caging him in with his arms, inescapable.
“Yah, Yang Jeongin!” Seungmin yelled, smacking his arms in a sudden petulance. “What the hell are you yapping about now? Just fuck me!”
In one sudden movement, Jeongin pulled out before yanking Seungmin back onto his cock in a single, deep thrust. The elder yelped in pain, turning to send him an angry glare. Jeongin smirked.
“What?” Jeongin smiled. “Isn’t that what you wanted, hyung?”
He did it again, a single thrust that offered no relief or stimulation, only a brief moment of pain before the feeling fizzled out and they were both left with a craving for more. The only difference being that Jeongin held all of the control, while Seungmin looked like he was only seconds away from crying from sheer frustration.
“Iyen-ah, why are you being so difficult?” he said, trying his hardest to move his hips in a tempting manner, eager for any sense of relief. “Fuck me, please.”
“Bark for me, Minnie.” Jeongin pressed a kiss against the other’s neck, deceptively tender. “Bark.”
“No,” Seungmin whined. “I can’t. Don’t make me, Iyen-ah.”
“Why not?” he asked, coy. “You’ve done it plenty of times before.”
“When we were alone!” Seungmin hissed, turning his face away in an attempt at hiding the embarrassed flush of his cheeks. But Jeongin could see how it spread all the way down his neck and his chest.
So tempting. Jeongin’s teeth ached.
“Bark for me, Seungminnie,” he cooed, kissing the back of his neck and smiling as he felt the goosebumps rise from his attention. “Be a good puppy, hm?”
Seungmin remained quiet, his body frozen in place, like prey desperate to remain unnoticed under the hungry gaze of the predator, but while Jeongin continued to remain unmoving, only pressing wet kisses against the column of his neck, he knew it would only be a matter of willpower.
Jeongin was determined to wait all night if he had to.
Seungmin lasted six minutes.
“M-mong.”
It was quiet, an almost silent whisper. A humiliated whimper.
But Jeongin heard it nonetheless and rewarded his boyfriend with a smack against his thigh before he pulled back and thrust deeply. Again, and again. He didn’t allow Seungmin any moment to prepare as he began to thrust unrelentingly, returning once more to their earlier pace, bouncing the elder on his lap with a possessive force.
“Again, puppy.”
“Mong-mong,” Seungmin cried out, eyes screwed shut in a mixture of pleasure and humiliation. His nails were making a mess of Jeongin’s arms, leaving behind red welts in their wake. He knew they would both receive a stern lecture in the morning, from both Chan and their manager, but at this very moment Jeongin could care less, allowing the pain to amplify his pleasure.
Seungmin was crying now – fat, wet tears blurring his vision as he thrashed against Jeongin’s hold, hands intermittently slapping and gripping onto his arms for dear life, like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted Jeongin to slow down or speed up. Be more gentle, or rougher.
Jeongin made the decision for him when he grabbed a hold of the back of Seungmin’s neck and forced him back down against the sheets, his other hand yanking his hips up for leverage – the position perfect for hitting Seungmin’s prostate dead-on.
As his boyfriend continued to whimper into the bedsheets, cheek soaked with his own drool and tears, Jeongin rewarded him with muttered praises, pried from between gritted teeth. The pace was faster than before, less about finesse and more so an unrelenting power and desperation to be as close as possible – to force himself as deep inside as he could, chasing that addictive warmth.
There was no hiding what was going inside of the room – Seungmin’s sobbing was only overshadowed by the banging of the headboard against the wall, a dull thud, thud, thud accompanying each of Jeongin’s thrusts.
It was like time didn’t exist, only they did, the pair of them, until Jeongin felt Seungmin tighten around him. It was like a vice grip, so tight that he feared for a moment that he was going to pass out from a lack of blood to his brain–
“Innie, inside.” Seungmin cried out, hands scrambling behind him to grab a hold of his boyfriend’s hands. He was cumming, body wracked with spasms that caused his cock to throb with each twitch. “Please, please,” Seungmin sobbed into the sheets, incoherent. “Please.”
Jeongin lost himself, groaning as he felt his own orgasm crash over him like a wave, threatening to pull him under. He wasn’t aware of leaning down, of nuzzling Seungmin’s neck or of opening his mouth so that his teeth could find purchase – wasn’t aware of biting down hard enough to break skin.
He only blinked back into awareness at the sound of Seungmin’s low whine and the taste of copper and salt upon his tongue.
He couldn’t be sure just how much time passed afterwards, only that it was a comfortable silence, filled only with their combined breathing. After what could have been an hour or only ten minutes, it was broken by Seungmin’s croaky chuckle.
“Iyen-ah.”
His voice sounded completely wrecked. Scratchy and throaty.
Jeongin tried not to feel smug. He truly did.
He must not have done a good enough job, for Seungmin’s glare was enough to have anybody running for the hills. The sight was only slightly ruined by the visible tear tracks left behind on his flushed cheeks. But Jeongin was blissed out and content, and could only smile mischievously at his boyfriend’s anger, rubbing soothing circles on the bruises he knew were starting to bloom upon his skin.
“Seungminnie,” he replied teasingly.
Seungmin rolled his eyes, bringing something into view pinched between his two fingers. It was a small piece of rubber, smaller than a hairband and slightly wet. Jeongin frowned.
“It’s my brace band,” Seungmin said with a deadpan expression. “It snapped.”
Jeongin blinked, dumbfounded, before he began to laugh, unable to help himself even as Seungmin smacked him in annoyance.
“Yah! Take some responsibility, Yang Jeongin!”
“I fucked my boyfriend so good his braces broke,” Jeongin said teasingly, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “That’s a new one.”
“This isn’t funny!” Seungmin admonished, though Jeongin could see he was also trying to hold back from smiling. The corners of his lips – the ones Hyunjin always said were so pretty – giving him away. “What am I supposed to tell the manager? What am I supposed to tell the orthodontist?”
His indignation was so abrupt and the situation was so silly that Jeongin could only continue to laugh, grabbing Seungmin’s hands when he kept trying to smack him in retaliation. Jeongin forced the elder’s hands above his head before kissing him quiet.
Pulling back, he smiled wide enough that he knew his eyes disappeared into endearing crescents. “I’ll take full responsibility and tell them both it was my fault. How does that sound?”
Seungmin’s eye twitched. “That’s even worse, you idiot maknae!”
Before Jeongin could reply, undoubtedly making the situation even worse, they were silenced by a third voice. A voice that sounded traumatised, only barely muffled by the wall.
“Oh, for goodness sake, I’ll tell the manager!” Hyunjin screamed. “And the orthodontist - just please, I’m begging you, be quiet!”