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Standing over the placid frame of his hyung, Seungkwan couldn't stop the smirk from blooming across his face.
Mingyu's glazed eyes stared up at him, unfocused and at his mercy. The red collar around his neck complimented his tanned skin beautifully, matching the flushed appearance of his ears and shoulders. Hooking a finger under it, Seungkwan watched how Mingyu sighed and leaned back against the wooden table top he was tied to, content that Seungkwan's finger was touching him at all. It warmed Seungkwan's heart seeing how docile Mingyu was for him; always so easy to please.
He side-eyed the wrist restraints for a moment, but decided they'd hold Mingyu well enough. If not… That was a problem for Future-Kwan.
Seungkwan mindlessly muttered to himself about upcoming schedules and errands he got back to work, rope twirling along Mingyu's ankles gracefully, pulled taut between limbs and the fixtures he'd placed at the corners of their desk. Warm skin meeting his own made his heart jump, static electricity surging between the two of them. He pressed his thumb into the arch of Mingyu's foot, grinning to an invisible audience as Mingyu whined, unable to get away. A sly smile spread across his face, enjoying how sensitive Mingyu was to his touch.
The preparations were almost finished; all that was left was the finishing touches.
Walking along the desk until he was stood behind Mingyu's head, Seungkwan surveyed his canvas for a moment. Mingyu's eyes drifted until Seungkwan leaned over to tug at his collar, snapping back to look at him through messy bangs, a few stray hairs stuck haphazardly to his forehead. Chuckling at the endearing display, Seungkwan poked twice at Mingyu's lips with a silent order. His eyebrows furrowed as his mind fought to compute the order, but he complied quickly, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out for Seungkwan to guide the gag in. Wet saliva gathered along Seungkwan's nails, heating the skin until all he could think of was Mingyu's lips wrapped around him.
Once again, Seungkwan was struck by just how adorable his hyung was. Truthfully, when they first started this arrangement, Seungkwan had been hesitant. He may scold and tease Mingyu often, but this situation came with different expectations; what if he couldn't do it? Long buried anxieties had rushed to the forefront of his mind, paralysed with the 'what if's.
The first time he had actually gone through with it, though—ordering his hyung around on a whim, gripping thick, strong wrists in his own smaller grasp—all fear was blown out of the water. Mingyu loved Seungkwan, enough to let him do anything he wanted. It was dangerous, giving him so much power, but Seungkwan thrived under the way Mingyu looked at him as if he hung the stars. Honey dripped sweetly from Mingyu's gaze whenever they locked eyes, a reminder of affections only Seungkwan was privy to.
Him.
And here he was again, soft, hazy eyes looking at him with warmth and sincerity he couldn't even begin to explain. Seungkwan had always been a romantic, but he'd never before considered how blinding Mingyu's smile was until it was directed at him specifically, or how fierce his heart would beat with the thump, thump, thump of Mingyu's own heartbeat racing against his fingertips. Standing like this—with Mingyu powerless within his grasp—was exhilarating in a way nothing else was. It made him feel alive.
It made him feel strong, like nothing could ever bring him down ever again.
Sighing wistfully at the memories, Seungkwan became aware of his hand absently petting Mingyu's hair. Covering his mouth out of embarrassment, Seungkwan let a soft smile grow on his face when Mingyu hummed around the gag, concern flashing along his features for a moment before being replaced by familiar sweetness, eager to have Seungkwan's attention again. Mingyu always knew how to bring him back out when he was floating away.
"Sorry hyung, Seungkwannie got a bit distracted there, didn't he?" He said, chuckling at himself to stave off the lingering self-consciousness. He lifted Mingyu's head, whispering praise when he kept it raised long enough for him to finish buckling the gag strap tightly. "How's that?"
Gags were something reserved for two specific occasions; either because Seungkwan wanted it, or because Mingyu no longer wished to worry about controlling his words and how he reacted vocally. The former happened more often, but it wasn't uncommon for Mingyu to request it after a tiring day at work. It helped him wind down, and Seungkwan appreciated it either way—Mingyu looked good with a cock down his throat.
Mingyu's eyelashes fluttered rapidly up at him, a positive signal he'd come to greatly appreciate. A hum barely managed to escape past the gag lodged in Mingyu's mouth, the intrusion cutting off a decent amount of sound.
He smiled cheerfully, finger tracing one of Mingyu's sideburns. "Good, good."
Longing for something his hands could fiddle with, Seungkwan returned to stand at Mingyu's side, appraising the exposed position he'd put his hyung in. Mingyu's arms were accentuated from their position above his head, muscles rippling with each moment and drawing his attention; he'd always had an attraction for athletic bodies. But, best of all, was his chest. With wrists tied together above his head, twin nipples stood proud upon Mingyu's puffed chest, well-worked pecs staring at him in a way that was hypnotising.
He licked his lips.
Giving in after a few moments, Seungkwan reached over to flick at the nipples, relishing the way Mingyu's body jolted against the table. Hips twitched with nowhere to go, and Seungkwan watched as Mingyu's cock hardened further, shaft shifting in place every time his nails pressed against the sensitive nubs. Humming deeply into his throat, Seungkwan pushed his fingers along Mingyu's pecs, supple skin giving in to his touch easily. He kept going until Mingyu tensed under him with a groan, chest firming and resisting the pressure.
A sudden burst of adrenaline rushed through him and he dug his nails harshly into the skin, annoyed at it fighting back. Mingyu exhaled with a muffled whine, chest stuttering in place, unsure whether it wanted to run away or beg for more.
Seungkwan huffed. "I bet you liked that, didn't you?"
The way Mingyu's eyes drifted to look at the empty space beside the desk instead of at him was all the answer he needed.
How people online thought of Mingyu as anything but a pathetic—and he meant that affectionately—puppy unable to hide anything stumped him. Mingyu's mouth and eyebrows may not always show his feelings, but eyes were often considered windows to the soul and Mingyu's fit the bill perfectly; his eyes revealed everything, always full of feeling and words left unspoken. Brown galaxies that shone brightly, revealing the deepest parts of himself for everyone to see if they paid attention under the right circumstances. Not that Seungkwan would let anyone get that far; Mingyu was his.
"I shouldn't be surprised," he teased, retracting and extending his fingers—much like a cat making biscuits—to watch the skin shift beneath them. "You always manage to hurt yourself, so it makes sense you'd like it," he paused to process his own words properly, "I wonder if there's more to those bruises after all? Anything to say, hyung?"
Mingyu's lips attempted to pull into a pout, but with the gag in his mouth it just looked as if he were sucking it. Seungkwan would give him an A for effort, though. It certainly had an effect on one part of him.
"Ah, right, what a shame… Unable to speak up and prove your innocence. Not that anyone would believe you anyway with the way you're moaning in my ear," he muttered that last part, chuckling under his breath when Mingyu realised what he'd said.
Mingyu's eyebrows furrowed, faux displeasure reflected in his eyes. Seungkwan couldn't stop the giggle from bubbling up at the incredulous look, capturing one of Mingyu's cheeks in-between his fingers and squishing it, cuteness aggression taking over his instincts. Mingyu turned his head away with an indignant whine, unable to do anything but glare playfully back at him after his wrists refused to move from where they were tied. If Seungkwan hadn't roped them together he knew his hyung would've grabbed his arms and not let go until they play fought it out. When he wasn't in subspace, that is.
"Don't whine so much hyung! Seungkwannie knows you like it when he teases you."
Huffing, Mingyu rolled his eyes, but obediently turned back to face him. The aegyo inflection of his words made his hyung's nose scrunch up as if it were physically painful to hear, but it was all just for appearances. His Mingyu loved it when he acted cute and it was endearing how hard he tried to pretend otherwise.
Patting the chest under his hands appreciatively, Seungkwan savoured the thump, thump, thump of his palms hitting against the firm skin. Mingyu's eyebrows creased cutely in response, making him smile. Reaching to the empty part of the desk he'd left the rest of his implements, his hand curled around a pair of nipple clamps, the cool metal greeting his skin making him shiver with more than just the temperature change. With hands that definitely did not shake—anyone who said otherwise was a filthy liar—he pulled the nipples in his direction, elongating them until the clamps safely pinched closed around the wider area.
The breathless groan that followed startled him for a moment before he remembered that, yes, nipple clamps hurt.
Mingyu huffed desperately against the gag. Wrists shifted from their position, hands moving to clench tightly around the ropes as Mingyu's body adjusted to the stinging sensation. If Seungkwan listened carefully, he could just about hear the whines getting stuck in Mingyu's throat. It was enough to make Seungkwan feel bad, if only for a moment.
"Slow down, Mingyu."
He leaned over to peck a quick kiss to Mingyu's forehead, laughing at the whine that finally escaped as he did so. With a tender look, he watched closely as Mingyu's face contorted once more, fingers flicking at the nipple clamps gently; not too much pressure as to avoid overwhelm, but just enough that it was impossible to ignore. Just right. Like Goldilocks and The Three Bears!
All too aware that the childhood song was now flooding his brain, Seungkwan quickly pivoted his thoughts back to more… appropriate matters. Narrowing his eyes in order to regain concentration, he pulled delicately at one of the nipple clamps, skin of the surrounding area following along dutifully. It reminded him of his hyung, and the thought confused him for a moment before Mingyu whimpered loudly beneath him. It was a beautiful sound, one that travelled straight to his cock now that his concern had been relieved.
"You're doing so well for me, hyung. So cool!"
The glint in Mingyu's eyes at the praise dissipated once he'd finished his sentence. It was enough to have Seungkwan holding his breath to keep from laughing; Mingyu staring up at him with disgust—as if Seungkwan had violated his ears irrevocably—was an image he'd laugh about later, once they'd done everything they wanted to and finally settled in for the night. Not now, not when Mingyu looked so disappointed.
"Ah, hyung, it wasn't that bad. Really!" Mingyu pouted at him again, much more effective this time around with his adorable nose scrunches. "Alright, alright, you're no fun, you know that?"
He poked Mingyu's nose to emphasise his point. Unfortunately, all it did was make Mingyu giggle, which was not healthy for Seungkwan's heart in the slightest. He tried his best to ignore the sharp pain that crawled directly into his chest and made itself comfortable.
"No fun at all! Absolutely no fun allowed with you, huh, mister?"
A sound came from Mingyu's mouth that couldn't have been described as anything other than a 'bark'. Honestly, Seungkwan was impressed at the force behind it, and with the way Mingyu blinked up at him he must've shocked even himself. It was endearing and Seungkwan hated himself for falling even further in love. He was the one Mingyu was supposed to fall head over heels for, not the other way around!
Seungkwan giggled despite himself. "What a feisty puppy. Don't worry, I'll have lots of praises for you later, so make sure to look forward to them, okay?"
That seemed to satisfy the wild animal strapped to his desk long enough for Mingyu to stop pouting in his direction. People always said Seungkwan was dramatic—loud, impulsive and emotional in a way that came across as an overreaction at times—but, truthfully, his Mingyu hyung was on another plane of existence. When it came down to it, there was a clear winner of the dramatic-offs and it definitely wasn't Seungkwan.
He tugged at the chain connecting the clamps again.
Mingyu's body tried to lean away from his touch but the action was futile with him strapped down beneath him; powerless and oh-so delicious. Brushing his hair back in an act of nonchalance as he continued to fiddle with them, Seungkwan pulled them away further this time, relishing how Mingyu's fangs peeked out through plump lips in a failed attempt to clench both sets of teeth together. The reminder of how Mingyu's mouth felt around his fingers had Seungkwan clearing his throat to avoid flustering himself further.
A wobbly moan encapsulated his senses, filling him with a sense of strength and clarity he'd missed dearly. Mingyu's eyes were closed tightly, eyelashes twitching as the moan grew longer until it finally petered out into a groan. Seungkwan thought his hyung couldn't get any prettier, but clearly Mingyu was intent on smashing his way through his expectations, because the sight before him was divine; if Seungkwan were a lesser man he'd have fallen to his knees in worship of the miracle greeting his fingertips.
Harsh huffs sounded in his ear and Seungkwan wondered when he'd gotten close enough to feel the warm breath caressing his lips.
And when he'd clambered atop of the desk.
Dazed, Seungkwan pursed his lips tightly as he dragged his thoughts back down to earth, hands moving of their own accord to unclasp the nipple clamps. When he looked back down, Mingyu's gaze rested steadily on his own, eyelids fluttering with a grace he'd come to recognise well through their sessions together. Those brown eyes swallowed him whole; in mind, body and soul. As soon as the abyss dragged him deep into its depths, there was no escaping from the grip Mingyu had on him. In times like this, Seungkwan wondered how he'd gotten lucky enough to make it this far—to be trusted so wholeheartedly and without restriction.
It was a blessing, one he hoped he'd never take for granted. Not when Mingyu's eyes shone so brightly within his presence; a sunflower to Seungkwan's rays.
Seungkwan kept his volume level, fingers fondly running through Mingyu's hair. "Are you still with me, hyung?"
Mingyu's head lolled, chasing his touch like a dog eagerly clinging to its owner. Scratching Mingyu's scalp gently with his fingernails, Seungkwan was rewarded with a soft sigh and a small—almost imperceptible—nod, one he would've missed if he were anybody else. Letting out a shaky breath, he leaned in to rest his forehead against Mingyu's own, bodies parallel to each other in a way that made his heart ache with a feeling he'd rather not dwell on. Strands of black and maroon crossed over each other, emotion bleeding and pouring through the both of them until all Seungkwan could see was his own loving gaze reflected back at him.
For the first time, Seungkwan realised why Mingyu took every opportunity to remind him of how pretty he was; love looked beautiful on him. His inner affections coloured him vividly, a canvas weathered by scratches and creases yet still so full of life. It was breathtaking.
Seungkwan choked out a weak laugh, grin threatening his cheeks with the strength behind it.
"You look beautiful."
And if he included himself when he whispered the words into the air then no one else needed to know. Saying it aloud was unnecessary, because Mingyu would never let him forget even if he wanted to.
Mingyu smiled dopily back up at him, a happiness that melted Seungkwan's heart until it was nothing but a puddle. His hyung was a treasure, and Seungkwan would cherish him the way he deserved.
He cleared his throat to help reorientate himself and hooked a finger under Mingyu's collar, feeling his hyung's throat bob under his touch. Anticipating.
Seungkwan licked his lips before standing, wobbling slightly from the height now that he was on top of the desk. Mingyu's arms moved in a failed attempt to catch him should he fall and it reminded him once again just how selfless his hyung was. As if he would shatter if he looked away for a singular moment.
About time he reminded his hyung of who he was then, wasn't it?
Seungkwan made quick work of his pants, shucking them off and dropping them unceremoniously onto the floor somewhere; he didn't watch to see where they landed, not when Mingyu's eyes were ogling him so intensely.
Giddy with excitement, he crawled atop of Mingyu's body until he was parallel with his chest, perky nipples enticing him a second time. With one last glance at Mingyu's hazy eyes, he groped each breast almost feverishly, cock twitching in his boxers with how delectable they looked gathered in his hands. The way skin and muscle rippled underneath his touch was mesmerising.
"You feel so good, hyung," he praised, sudden breathlessness making him feel drunk; the amount of control he held finally sinking back in. "Giving away to my hands so easily. So soft."
Unable to help himself, Seungkwan licked a stripe of saliva along one of the nipples, eliciting breathy moans from Mingyu's gagged mouth. If he weren't so close, he wouldn't have been able to hear such pretty sounds at all. Gently closing his teeth around the nub, Seungkwan hummed in alarm as Mingyu's body thrust up as far up into his as it could, cut off whines piercing to his ears. The noises had him groaning against Mingyu's chest, fingernails digging into the skin for purchase.
He moaned as he licked the nipple one last time. "So sensitive, Mingyu…"
Mingyu's chest shook with the force of his breath, head lolling to the side. Seungkwan hooked a finger under the collar and pulled gently to force his glazed gaze back at him, the red material of the collar accentuated by the pink tint of embarrassment taking over Mingyu's ears. Furrowed brows poked out and he manoeuvred himself closer to plant a kiss on them, smiling when Mingyu attempted to lean back out of reach. Unfortunately—or fortunately, in Seungkwan's case—he did not get far. Not when Seungkwan was holding onto him so tightly.
Seungkwan had vowed to never let Mingyu hide from him again, and he would stick to that promise.
"Look at me."
With a tug on the collar, Mingyu's eyes returned to his. The dazed appearance reminded Seungkwan of the countless sleepless nights the two of them had enjoyed together, lying side-by-side with matching smiles until they finally fell asleep gathered within each other's arms. He wanted his hyung to look at him like that; always.
"Don't look away from me." Letting go of the collar, Seungkwan grabbed Mingyu's cheeks between his hands, touch kind but firm. "Hyung wants to see you, okay? All of you."
Tense silence lasted for a few moments before Mingyu nodded shyly in confirmation, hands clenching with the need to reach for him.
Seungkwan cooed at the needy behaviour. Brushing sweaty bangs away from Mingyu's face in order to see better, he cherished the warm body below him as the sweat left a trail of his fingerprints behind—a subtle marking that only he would remember. With practised movements, Seungkwan untied the rope coiled around Mingyu's wrists, rubbing tender circles into the skin when he noticed faint divots from where Mingyu had struggled against the bonds.
Poor baby, always so desperate to be near his hyung.
As soon as Seungkwan let the wrists drop from his hands, they were back again. Long nails dug into the dip of his waist, the pressure welcome to his senses. He hissed at the pain but tried his best to pay it no mind; Mingyu simply struggled to control his strength, like a large dog that had failed to realise it was no longer a puppy anymore. With a quick double-tap to Mingyu's knuckles, the tight grip loosened itself to better fit his tastes.
"You've worked so hard, Mingyu," he said slowly, words struggling to leave his mouth with how heavy his tongue felt. He patted his hands along Mingyu's chest, digging his thumbs in deeply to draw out groans from between Mingyu's clenched teeth. "Always the best for Seungkwan-hyung, aren't you?"
Mingyu nodded, face turned in his direction but eyes looking elsewhere. That wouldn't do.
Grabbing Mingyu's jaw in his hand, Seungkwan guided his face until his eyes were looking up at him, thumb digging into the hollowed space of Mingyu's cheeks. "Don't look away again or I'll have to punish you. You want to be good for me, don't you?"
Mingyu whimpered, breaths quickening at the threat. Hands that rested on his waist drifted further upwards, coming to grab at Seungkwan's wrist. If it weren't obvious that Mingyu was in subspace earlier, then it certainly was now with the way Mingyu longed to prove his obedience; to prove how good he could be for his hyung. To not disappoint him.
When neither of them looked away, Seungkwan let go.
"Good boy."
Letting himself relax, Seungkwan placed light slaps against Mingyu's cheeks, laughing quietly at the groans he was given in response due to the impacts shifting the gag in place. The stagnant air receded, bringing forth the pleasant atmosphere from moments before and making him feel lighter. The moan Mingyu let out at the praise may have also influenced that, but Seungkwan wasn't about to dwell on it further; there was still more for him to get through after all.
Tapping the hands on his wrist, Seungkwan shifted both of Mingyu's hands until they were pressed up against either side of Mingyu's chest. With a bit of effort, he pushed them until the pressure caused his pecs to gather in the middle, cleavage becoming more apparent the further they were forced together.
Seungkwan clicked his tongue, the sound immediately grabbing Mingyu's attention.
"Hold these in place for me, okay?"
Without waiting for a response, Seungkwan raised himself from where he'd leaned over Mingyu's body to situate his weight onto his knees, drawing a finger casually along his right inner thigh as a tease. Brown eyes followed along eagerly, waiting with bated breath as he pulled the ends of his boxers down enough to reveal the shadows, but not far enough to show it all off just yet. He shifted to curl his fingertips along his waistband, eyeing Mingyu as he finally guided his hand in to grab at his cock. He let out an exaggerated moan as he did so, Mingyu's dick twitching in response.
He made no further moves until he spied Mingyu's hands twitching impatiently from where they sat pushing at his chest. The eagerness had him smothering a smirk, eating up the attention with ease.
Seungkwan made a show of slowly pulling his dick from his underwear, enjoying the way Mingyu's throat bobbed needily at the sight of it springing free. He gave it a few strokes to harden it fully, wide eyes watching his actions with hunger; the image of those plump lips wrapped around him had him filling out in no time.
Letting out a shaky sigh, he let go of his cock to muss Mingyu's hair. "Someone's eager, huh?"
Mingyu tried to speak, but anything he said was muffled by the gag in his mouth. It made Seungkwan smile and Mingyu seemed to light up at that, so perhaps it had the effect he was going for. Wanting to reward the good behaviour, Seungkwan pressed a kiss against Mingyu's forehead, the resulting giggle warming him up significantly. He'd trade the world if only to hear that happiness one more time, and yet here he was, gifted it so freely.
Lining himself up with Mingyu's inner chest, Seungkwan bent forward to rest his hands on either side of Mingyu's head, shadowing his body from the light fixture above them. It cast a deep tint, brown eyes turning smoky from the lack of light; so gorgeous and tempting. Ignoring his twitching fingers, Seungkwan used one hand to push his cock down as close to Mingyu as possible. His shaft slid between Mingyu's pecs delightfully; the friction of skin on skin itself was hot, but the sight of Mingyu puppy eyes staring up at him as he fucked his chest was far more tantalising than he'd expected.
Seungkwan moaned loudly, eyes closing without his input before he snapped them open again. "You feel so good, Mingyu," he coughed, gathering his saliva and spitting it onto the space between Mingyu's chest, "All that exercise paid off, hu-huh? The perfect size for my cock to slide right in."
Mingyu moaned throatily. No words came, but Seungkwan didn't need any. The way Mingyu's eyelashes fluttered up at him was more than enough, and with how Mingyu swallowed so desperately—fangs peeking out as he bit against the gag—Seungkwan knew he was getting off just as much as he was. How adorable it was to see his hyung so aroused by being used.
"You're doing so well, letting hyung use your body like this. Does it feel good, Mingyu? Pleasing me?"
Mingyu whined, eyes threatening to close but not looking away. With a harsh flick to his neck, Mingyu nodded at his question with an additional whimper, ears blazing with a mix of shame and pleasure. No matter how much he tried to hide from Seungkwan, his body would always betray him, so transparent in the way it responded to his every sound and movement. Mingyu's dick twitched with every praise that fell from Seungkwan's mouth, rosy and aching from neglect. Precum pooled at the skin of his hips, cock shining with wetness.
If Seungkwan's resolve were any weaker he would've taken it in his mouth already, just to hear his hyung sing his name.
Groaning at the mental image, he picked up the pace. Tight pecs cushioned his cock, skin so smooth it felt as if the friction wasn't even present in the first place. Seungkwan's thighs ached with each thrust he gave, diving as deep as he could into the crevice designed just for him, cock-head grazing against Mingyu's collar. The feeling of warm skin against his shaft and the cool metal of the buckles had shivers wracking his body, fingers clenching against the table with each brush of the material against his glans.
It wasn't long before he could feel it building; the act of defiling his hyung's body so exciting he could hardly contain himself.
Grunting, Seungkwan's muscles tensed tightly as his abdomen strained, moans littering the space between the two of them. With a few more desperate pumps of his cock, he came with a choked gasp, cum shooting out and decorating Mingyu's neck and face, the cloudy fluid stark against his skin. He whimpered as his hips stuttered in place, breaths harsh even to his own ears.
Panting, Seungkwan removed his pulsing dick from between Mingyu's breasts, forearms shaking from the effort of pushing himself to return upright. His cock twitched one last time before staying down, stray droplets trickling down to land on Mingyu's abs. Seungkwan let his mind take over, fingers rubbing his fluid into the partitions and pushing all of himself into every spot he could find. His.
After his racing heart had calmed enough to focus back on the present, a laugh bubbled up at how messy his hyung looked, streaks of cum marring his face and sticking into his hair. Seungkwan lowered himself from the table back to solid floor to pull his underwear down the rest of the way, wiping the fluid from Mingyu's hair but leaving the drops on his face; they fit far too well in his opinion, as if it were natural for his hyung to have a part of Seungkwan peppered all over him.
Ruined was a gorgeous look on Mingyu. Seungkwan would savour it for as long as he could.
"Look at you."
Seungkwan swiped his fingers along Mingyu's cheek, wiping the cum along the skin as he did so. A series of blinks followed his action, Mingyu's eyes coming to belatedly rest on his figure, trying their best to focus despite the cloudiness that must be muddling his mind. When Seungkwan's thumb pressed up against Mingyu's neck to loop under the collar, dark eyelashes twitched in place before they threatened to close, a soft sigh greeting him. Seungkwan dug his nails gently into the underside of Mingyu's jaw to bring him back, a second reminder of what was expected of him; a reminder of the consequences of disobeying his orders.
If he were to strike out a third time, then Future-Kwan would certainly have a lot more on his plate. Not that he'd complain about such a thing; more time playing with Mingyu was a gift he'd always enjoy to the fullest.
"You look so pretty like this," he mused aloud, aware he was rambling but not caring enough to stop, "maybe I should take a picture to commemorate it." Seungkwan smiled, running his hands along the smooth inner grooves of Mingyu's thighs. The feel of it against his palms was highly appreciated. "What do you think? Would you like that, having proof of what a naughty puppy you are?"
Mingyu let out a sound that Seungkwan would describe as halfway between a whine and moan; a vocal representation of Mingyu enjoying the humiliation and the mix of shame that accompanied feeling that way. If it weren't for the fact that he knew Mingyu trusted him to see him at his most vulnerable, Seungkwan would perhaps be worried about that sense of embarrassment, but all it did was highlight how adorable his hyung looked trying to deny how much it aroused him. Especially with how he reacted so obviously. Seungkwan fought to quash the giddy grin that wanted to show on his face.
"Or, maybe next time I could video it and have you watch it back—make you see just how gorgeous you look with my cum all over you, hm? Marking that handsome face of yours."
Mingyu's arms came up to shield his face from Seungkwan's piercing line of sight before he realised his mistake, limbs just as quickly returning to his sides. But it was too late; he'd disobeyed Seungkwan's orders again, the final needle in the coffin, or—in more relevant terms—a strikeout for this particular batter. Seungkwan had given him chances, but there would be no more from this point onward, not when Seungkwan had explicitly ordered Mingyu to follow what was required of him. He had failed, and it was his responsibility to deal with the consequences.
Seungkwan wouldn't be too harsh this time, Mingyu had already satisfied him once today, after all. But a promise was a promise, and he would be sure to deliver.
With a firm—but not overly aggressive—grasp, Seungkwan pulled Mingyu's collar until he was sitting upright, muscular arms struggling to adjust quick enough to the speed. The hand around the accessory was the only thing that stopped him from immediately dropping back down before he could finally steady himself, proving just how essential it was for his hyung's attire—not just because he looked attractive wearing it. The absolute power Seungkwan held in that moment was incredibly satisfying; being able to manhandle his hyung despite their strength gap vindicating, especially given the current circumstances.
He clenched his teeth in a show of hyperbolic anger. "I told you I would punish you if you looked away again, Mingyu."
Mingyu's breath hitched, head hanging with shame as the realisation set in fully. Seungkwan waited patiently to see if negative emotions would emerge with the threat of a looming punishment, but the sight of Mingyu's cock twitching in the corner of his vision betrayed his feelings, clearly having enjoyed being pulled about so recklessly. Seungkwan swallowed against the sudden increase of saliva in his throat.
"Disobedient puppies get punished, you know that, don't you?" A slow, cautious nod. Mingyu was good. "Are you going to accept your punishment willingly or will I have to bend you over and force you to take it?"
Throat bobbing, Mingyu peered up at him through his hair, a few wet strands sticking together due to the residue from Seungkwan's cum. Seungkwan raised a singular eyebrow, not willing to back down on a potential challenge. Mingyu's breaths mixed with his own in the silence as he contemplated before he nodded again, whining and attempting to shrink his frame into something smaller; something more pitiful. It would not work on him, Seungkwan was not that easy. He wasn't.
He sighed dramatically, half endeared, half annoyed at himself for being so fond. "Wise decision."
Patting Mingyu's knee before finally letting go of the collar gripped tight in his other hand, Seungkwan carefully untied the rope wrapped around Mingyu's ankles, the sensation of his fingers against Mingyu's skin likely not helping how wired his hyung was feeling. If Seungkwan dragged out the moment for as long as possible to maximise the suspense, then that was between him and him alone. While he enjoyed punishing Mingyu just as much as he enjoyed touching him until all he could do was cling to his only anchor, Seungkwan liked the moments in-between just as much; the times where the air turns electric, humming with unsaid sentiments.
Those moments truly brought the scene to life. No less tense, but still soothing to simply exist together in anticipation.
Once all lines of rope were untied, Seungkwan pulled at Mingyu's collar again, grabbing a hold of his thighs with his other arm in support when Mingyu's body shifted to sit up. He positioned his hyung so he was sitting facing him, long legs dangling over the edge of the desk. Even still, Mingyu's tall frame stood out, hardly having to peer up at Seungkwan at all.
And that's what made it all the more rewarding to see him come undone. Ruined.
Clearing his throat, Seungkwan stepped back a few paces, giving Mingyu breathing room as he reached out to a nearby bag, quickly unzipping and pulling out one of his most prized possessions; his badminton racquet. Seungkwan had hit Mingyu before, of course, but never with an implement that held such significance. When he turned back to face Mingyu, his hyung was staring at him with widened eyes, fingers clenched up against the wooden surface of the desk. If the shame at disobeying him hadn't been arousing enough, the sight of fear in that gaze definitely was.
Seungkwan waited patiently, twirling the throat of the racquet in his hand with an air of nonchalance. Mingyu finally lowered himself to the ground, hands hiding behind his back as he moved to position himself upright, long since trained to break his habit of slouching. Silence trailed between them for a moment longer, the plucking sound of Seungkwan's nails scratching along the racquet's strings pulling forth a grimace from Mingyu. The gag still firmly placed inside hid the majority of his discomfort, but Seungkwan was a Mingyu reading expert; if it were a sport, he had no doubts he would be in first.
Seungkwan let the racquet swing down to drum at his calves, Mingyu's body gradually relaxing at the non-threatening demeanour. Breathing in deeply—the musky smell of cum and sweat wafting through his senses blanketing any residual nerves he could have—Seungkwan tilted his head in silent question, satisfied when Mingyu let out a jerky nod. Ready and prepared to accept his punishment.
"Mingyu-ya," he spoke softly, beckoning him over like a well-trained dog. Predictably, his hyung obeyed without complaint, anxiety and excitement mixing into a beautiful display of body language. It made Seungkwan want to eat him up. "Turn around for me."
Mingyu complied easily, broad back making its debut in today's scene. Sweat trickled down into the creek of his shoulder blades, trailing from Mingyu's neck and giving a gorgeous glistening sheen to his flushed skin. Unable to resist, Seungkwan slapped his bare hand against the area, soft sigh leaving his parted lips at the shaky cry he was given. He pet Mingyu's back affectionately for responding so well.
He contemplated for a moment longer with narrowed eyes before deciding not to use his words. Instead, Seungkwan shoved Mingyu—strong enough to move, but not enough to push him too far—causing his arms to come up and brace himself against the desk. Bent over and open like this, Mingyu looked divine; large, wide back and ass presented to give Seungkwan as much access as he could ever desire. And desire he did, the need to touch and suck and bite and mark dizzying with how overwhelming it felt.
"Don't move from this position, do you understand?"
No response.
Seungkwan shook his head, grabbing a fistful of Mingyu's hair in his free hand and tightening the grip. Mingyu let out a weak cry, fingers splayed against the desk as he fought the urge to lessen the pressure, back arching into the pain. Seungkwan tutted, reaching under his body to tap the racquet's string bed gently against the tip of Mingyu's cock, the high-pitched whine he received reinvigorating his half-hard cock almost immediately. God, the sounds Mingyu made were heavenly, almost enough to make him forget why they were in their current predicament in the first place.
"I said; do you understand?"
Mingyu frantically nodded, harsh breaths puffing out through clenched teeth—as close as they could possibly get, considering—with each circle pressed into his sensitive cock-head, whimpers littering the space with every stutter of his hips; trying his hardest to obey despite the roughness behind the stimulation. Deciding he'd had enough for now, Seungkwan removed the racquet to rest it at his side again.
He shifted his grasp on Mingyu's hair to give him a few light pats. "Good boy."
Cock twitching violently, Mingyu all but melted, eyes fluttering closed as he swallowed around the gag to stifle the moan that tried to escape. Seungkwan allowed it for now. Any semblance of self-control his hyung clung onto would not be sticking around for much longer; he was merciful enough to dock this one with how much Mingyu seemed to enjoy the praise, lapping it up so desperately. As if he were starving to hear it said aloud.
Seungkwan caressed Mingyu's ass cheeks one after the other, bringing forth further blood flow to the area; while this may be a punishment, he still wanted Mingyu to get enjoyment out of it. The impatient shifting lessened gradually, every muscle of Mingyu's body pliant under his command. When there were no more movements and the body under him had settled in place, Seungkwan gave his ass a few gentle pats, quiet huffs echoing the gentle slapping sounds.
The touch seemed to have pushed Mingyu deeper into subspace once more and Seungkwan couldn't help the smile growing on his face. When Mingyu got like this, every sensation and emotion was dialled up to a hundred—a sensation of heightened sensitivity that always tagged along, no matter how much his hyung tried to fight it off.
Humming, Seungkwan grasped one of Mingyu's cheeks firmly, nails digging crescents into the supple skin. Mingyu pushed against his hand with a groan, hips thrusting against open air in search of more stimulation. Raising an eyebrow, Seungkwan shifted the racquet so he could pull Mingyu's hips away from the desk, not allowing any chances of contact during the hitting until he was satisfied he'd taken his punishment in its entirety. Pleasure would be given on his terms only.
Eyeing Mingyu's face, Seungkwan gave a few open-handed spanks to each cheek, warming up the skin and watching for any averse reactions. Mingyu grunted at the swats, cock jolting eagerly in place. Satisfied that the preparations had been done, Seungkwan moved back to give his arms more space for upcoming swinging motions.
"I'm going to start now."
Without waiting to see if his warning was parsed, Seungkwan reeled his arm back, grip on the racquet's handle firm but not tight; a death grip would only be detrimental for his performance, both in technique and in endurance. With only a second of hesitation, Seungkwan followed through on a forehand swing—arm moving first, then wrist—chest puffing with the force behind it. There was the quiet sound of wind whipping through the air and then the simultaneous thud of carbon fibre strings against skin and the sharp 'ting' of hitting the sweet spot. It was immensely satisfying.
Mingyu cried out, breaths faltering in time with his tightened grip on the desk. Tense back muscles rippled as he braced himself and Seungkwan made sure to poke a few taps against his shoulders as a reminder to loosen up.
"Breathe, Mingyu-ya. It'll feel much better if you relax for me, okay?"
A wobbly whine was his only response. Cooing at his hyung, Seungkwan rubbed soothing circles into the impacted skin with his thumb, revelling in how quickly redness blossomed on the surface. Slowly, Mingyu's taut muscles loosened out, the gentle touch helping to bring him back down. When Seungkwan moved back to perform a lift—smooth underarm movement hitting right on the same spot as his previous swing—the colour brightened further, ass flushed scarlet from the impact.
This time, Mingyu's sounds cut off into a choked squeak, deep groans pulled from his throat with each harsh breath. Spit dribbled from the corner of his lips, eyes half-lidded as he glanced back at Seungkwan. With a soft smile, Seungkwan reached over his frame to intertwine their fingers together, placing a tender kiss against the side of Mingyu's neck, right between his jaw and his collar. Moaning softly, Mingyu's body pushed up against his in search of warmth, always so needy and clingy for Seungkwan. He allowed the motion this time, soaking up the high-pitched breathy moans while his hands caressed along Mingyu's chest, nails flicking against perky nipples.
Seungkwan had always been a huge softie. While he enjoyed punishing Mingyu and seeing him in pain, he liked when his hyung got something out of it too; teasing him with the back and forth was just a bonus.
Groaning, Seungkwan pulled himself closer until they were stuck together, hard cock rutting against Mingyu's ass cheeks. With each thrust of his dick, he could feel Mingyu's ass pressing further into him, chasing the sensation of Seungkwan's touch. When Seungkwan made no moves to spread them or to speed up, Mingyu whined pathetically—too horny and desperate to remember anything other than how much he wanted Seungkwan's cock.
Seungkwan chuckled, breathless at the display of need. "C-Can't come yet, Mingyu," he said, pausing when Mingyu's whimpers started getting stuck in his throat to rustle his fingers through his hair, "you still need to finish your punishment, remember?"
While true, he wouldn't be able to draw it out much longer. Mingyu was getting impatient, and a dissatisfied Mingyu while deep in subspace would cause more complications once he came back up. He didn't want his hyung to feel unappreciated.
"You're doing so well, Mingyu, just a little bit longer, hm? I know you can do it."
He unravelled himself from atop Mingyu, hand picking up the racquet he'd discarded on the floor. A sad whine almost had him giving in earlier than expected, but Seungkwan strengthened his resolve; if he didn't see the punishment through now in its entirety, Mingyu would feel guilty for forcing his feelings upon him. Under no circumstances was that allowed.
With another precise swing, this time on the opposite cheek, Mingyu cried out, sound muffled by the gag. Seungkwan soothed him quietly as he rubbed at the blemished skin, praises falling from his mouth easily.
It continued on—the process of hitting and massaging—until Mingyu's legs shook from where he was still bent over, ass cheeks painted a harsh red; the crisscross pattern of the racquet's strings etched firmly into the skin, something Seungkwan couldn't help but find stunning. Despite the level of pain, Mingyu's cock was still hard and a small wet patch had gathered on the carpeted floor where his precum had dripped onto.
It amused him to see just how much his hyung enjoyed being ruined.
Seungkwan rolled his shoulders, hand coming up to massage them briefly in preparation. Mingyu had taken his punishment very well, and now they had reached the finale. Excitement and nervousness flared into his thoughts and Seungkwan knew if he was feeling this way, then Mingyu must be too. It was a comforting thought.
He ruffled Mingyu's hair, fingers trailing down to settle on his collar. "Last one, Mingyu. Are you ready?"
Mingyu's body heaved, chest shaking as it rose and fell. Swallowing harshly, he nodded at Seungkwan, wet strands of hair shifting to cover his eyes throughout the motion. With a gentle hand, Seungkwan pushed Mingyu's bangs back, sweat and residue easily keeping them in place; the dazed eyes and the glistening, flushed skin such a beautiful sight that he found himself momentarily caught in them.
He cleared his throat to right himself, and then he swung.
A loud thud echoed in the closed space of the room, Mingyu's mouth parting as much as it could from the pain. No sound followed except the choked breaths of Mingyu and the the quick bursts of his own. If Seungkwan had to describe it? He felt high, skin itching with the energy trapped underneath, wanting more but knowing he'd reached the edge of that boundary. With a shaky exhale, he willed himself back down, present motion and feeling returning despite the adrenaline still pumping through every part of his body. He focused on the physical sensation of the racquet in his hands until his mind settled.
Blinking the remnants away, he turned to Mingyu, hand quickly dropping the racquet and brain completely ignoring the sound of it clattering to the floor. Mingyu's body shook harshly, hands clenched for dear life against the desk. Seungkwan rushed to press himself against his broad back, hands making quick word of the buckles of the gag as he whispered soothing words into Mingyu's ears.
Once the gag had been removed, Mingyu gasped, sucking in air like a man drowned. They stayed like this for a few silent moments; Seungkwan comforting Mingyu as he breathed through the stinging pain, tense muscles gradually unwinding until Mingyu's body listed towards the desk the moment it dissipated. Allowing himself to relax fully now that it was over.
Seungkwan grunted at the sudden dead weight, putting more strength in his limbs to help Mingyu back atop the desk, lying him on his side so that he was facing Seungkwan. Satisfied that Mingyu wasn't about to roll over and fall off, he pushed himself up to join him, hands gently cupping Mingyu's head and lifting it to plant his legs underneath. A soft groan left Mingyu's lips and Seungkwan watched as those precious eyes drifted to look up at him, fluttering eyelashes framing his features with a soft beauty—ethereal, divine almost.
Smiling fondly, he stroked Mingyu's hair, fingernails pressing gently into the skin and rewarding him with a content sigh. "How are you feeling?"
"Mm."
Seungkwan tried to keep it in, but he couldn't help the laugh that escaped his mouth.
"I'm going to need more than that, Mingyu. Use your words, please."
Mingyu eyebrows furrowed, slowly turning his upper body to better face Seungkwan. "Hurts," he said, lips pulled into a pout. Guilt plunged within Seungkwan's chest at the admittance, but Mingyu was speaking again before he could say anything. "But good."
Seungkwan blinked, hand coming to rub at his eyes. "Good? It wasn't too much?"
"Mm, no." Mingyu muttered, rapidly blinking as he processed his surroundings. Those puppy eyes widened further as he peered up at Seungkwan, searching his gaze for something. "Did I do well, hyung?"
Being referred to as hyung had Seungkwan's cock springing up again with a vengeance. He shifted his legs in the hopes Mingyu wouldn't feel it, embarrassed at how much power one measly word had over him. The hands on Mingyu's head shied away, coming to rest at his sides.
"You did very well, Mingyu, I'm proud of you."
Mingyu's lips twitched. "Hyung's proud of me?"
Seungkwan's heart ached at the vulnerability laced within his words. "Yes, hyung's very proud of you for taking your punishment as well as you did, Mingyu," he emphasised his words with gentle head pats, enjoying how Mingyu's eyes closed at the touch, forehead pushing against his palm—safe, happy. "You did good."
Mingyu hummed, the sound deep from within. Seungkwan licked his lips and turned away to stop himself from fixating on the motion of Mingyu's throat bobbing, trying the best he could to get his erection to die down. He needed to get a grip and start bringing the both of them back down to earth; their play was finished.
Rubbing his face, Seungkwan picked out any remaining lustful thoughts and locked them away, hands removing Mingyu's head from his lap and pushing himself off of the desk. Preparations would need to be done now that it was all over, especially on Mingyu's end.
A quiet cough interrupted his thoughts before he could get any further.
"Hyung."
There was an air of hesitation in Mingyu's words and body language. Narrowing his eyes at the change, Seungkwan waiting patiently for him to finish what he wanted to say.
"I—" Mingyu's eyes drifted away, avoiding Seungkwan's gaze. "Never mind."
A feeling he couldn't decipher spread through him; Mingyu was hiding from him again, out of shame or some other emotion, he didn't know, but he felt antsy at its reappearance. He needed to figure out why, and then he needed to figure out how to stop it from ever happening. Mingyu shouldn't feel as if he had to hide parts of himself out of embarrassment or humiliation.
He placed his hand atop Mingyu's, but the touch was not reciprocated. "What is it, Mingyu?"
A flush overtook Mingyu's ears, eyes darting to look anywhere but Seungkwan. Frustration began to build up in him, but he knew it was only because his brain was still stuck in-scene, their dynamic fresh in his mind. Seungkwan breathed to calm himself, presenting a mild, open demeanour in the hopes his hyung would feel more willing to share his thoughts. When none came, he crouched down to be eye-level.
"Hey, what's going on, hm? You can tell me."
Mingyu whined, eyes scrunching closed. His breaths stuttered and that was Seungkwan's cue to lean in closer, hand squeezing Mingyu's in comfort. "I—" Sharp fangs dug into rosy lips, cutting off whatever it is he wanted to say. It wasn't uncommon for Mingyu to lose track of his words, but this behaviour was beginning to worry him.
Seungkwan's hand moved to rub soothingly against Mingyu's thigh. Whatever response he was expecting, it wasn't for Mingyu's entire body to jolt, mouth parting to let out the beginnings of a moan before it could be fully swallowed.
Oh.
"Are you—" he said, or, well, began to say, words failing to spring to mind at the realisation.
A whimper was his response. Mingyu curled in on himself, facing his body away from Seungkwan in shame. Finished processing, Seungkwan felt his eyes drift down, coming to rest on Mingyu's still hard cock; he'd been trying to ignore it—trying to move on—lest his own arousal get the better of him, but it seemed he'd neglected more than just his own needs.
"Oh, Mingyu," Seungkwan cooed, feeling bad but unable to stop the slight hint of pleasure at seeing him flustered like this. "Do you want hyung to make you feel good?"
A nod, so slight he could've imagined it. The shyness at Mingyu asking for what he wanted saddened him, but he pushed it aside; now was time to focus on making Mingyu feel good, not on making himself feel bad.
Seungkwan hummed. "What do you want me to do, Mingyu-ya?"
Mingyu finally sat up, hissing through the pain of his ass cheeks pressing against the desk's surface. His fingers picked at his nails absentmindedly, only stopping when Seungkwan grabbed them in his own.
"Are you going to tell me or will I have to force it out of you?" He asked, teasing lilt to his voice obvious.
With a sharp smile, Seungkwan let go of the hands to wrap his fist around Mingyu's cock, drinking up the gasped moan he was given. Without waiting, he jerked his hand along Mingyu's length, bending over to pepper kisses along the tip with each slide of skin against skin. Moans changed to desperate pleas, words slurring together until they were unintelligible. As Mingyu's body began to tense under him, Seungkwan let go; there would be no release yet.
Mingyu's hips stuttered in place with a distraught whimper, wanting more but unable to get it with Seungkwan's hand gripping him tight.
"Are you ready to tell hyung what you want?"
Whines directed themselves at him, but he paid them no mind, instead returning to circle his fingers along Mingyu's fraenulum with an O shape. Precum leaked from Mingyu's blushing cock, shyness knocked down by the strength of his arousal. Seungkwan basked in the loud moans that greeted his ears, stopping again when Mingyu's cock throbbed dangerously in his grasp. Strands of damp hair flew about wildly as Mingyu's head shook—upset at him for stopping—hands reaching out to pull at Seungkwan's in search of further stimulation. Too bad he wouldn't give it to him.
"All you have to do is say it, Mingyu."
An embarrassed wail punctured the air, the hands on his now moving to touch his cock. Not having it, Seungkwan gathered them and pushed them away. When Mingyu did not move to touch himself again, Seungkwan grabbed Mingyu's shaft roughly, thumb and forefinger wrapping around it until he heard a deep groan from in front of him. Pursing his lips to stop a smile from forming, Seungkwan slapped his free hand against the head of Mingyu's dick, enjoying the way it bounced as Mingyu's legs slammed together.
"Ah!" Mingyu cried out, fangs digging into his lips. Breaths left his mouth in quick bursts, occasionally interrupted by cut off whimpers; so sensitive and deprived of release it was amusing to watch. "Please…"
Tutting, Seungkwan struck again, and again. He didn't let up until Mingyu's moans began to hitch, stomach tensing and legs squishing together as far as they physically could; close to orgasm, but not quite there yet. As he brought his hyung to the edge once more, Seungkwan waited a bit longer for it to calm down this time before pressing his thumb against the slit of Mingyu's urethra, garbled noise loud alongside the thundering in his ears.
"S-Stop."
Seungkwan stopped, nail still pressing against Mingyu's cock but otherwise not moving. With a raised eyebrow, he watched as Mingyu's chest heaved, legs slowly unravelling.
Acting on instinct, Seungkwan gripped Mingyu's hair, standing up and forcing him to follow along. Standing like this, Mingyu's knees buckled when Seungkwan's thumb rubbed circles against his sensitive tip, hands wrapping around Seungkwan's back for purchase. He moaned loudly, breaths tickling Seungkwan's neck as he continued his movements, only stopping a second time when Mingyu let out a deafening cry of 'hyung'.
"Tell me what you want," he ordered, pushing Mingyu away to sit back down. Carefully, in case he landed too harshly on his blemish-ridden ass; while he'd love to throw his hyung around, too much pain too fast would be detrimental with how intensely Mingyu was fixated on him right now.
The order floated into Mingyu's mind and through his body, cock twitching wildly.
"Want you," Mingyu gasped out, head slowly lifting up to stare into his eyes, suddenly determined. The effect was partially dampened by his dream-like gaze, but Seungkwan could parse the importance behind it nonetheless.
Seungkwan licked his lips, turned on and off kilter at how evidently Mingyu wanted it. Wanted him. "You— Where do you want me, Mingyu-ya?"
A whine, their breaths the only sound as Mingyu fought back against his embarrassment. "In me," he finally managed, breaths catching as time stretched on without any further action, "please?"
"Mingyu—"
"I-I'll be good, I promise!" Mingyu begged, the weight behind his words shocking Seungkwan enough to forget anything he was about to say. "Please, hyung! I want you, I need— I need to feel you inside of me, I-I—" Words turned wobbly as he struggled to articulate himself, hands clawing at Seungkwan's wrists. "Please, please—"
Deciding that was enough of that, Seungkwan crossed the space between them to crash his lips against Mingyu's own in an attempt to put a stop to his frantic begging; two sets of teeth narrowly avoided clashing against each other in their urgency, but Seungkwan couldn't find it in himself to care, especially when Mingyu's tongue receded back to allow his own to press in deeper. So submissive and so needy.
Seungkwan broke their kiss to stare lovingly into those glossy, brown eyes, wiping Mingyu's lips of the saliva coating them. There was one thing he needed to make Mingyu aware of before they continued.
"You don't need to promise me that, Mingyu, hyung already knows how hard you work to please him."
"B-But—"
Seungkwan pressed a finger to Mingyu's lips, shushing him effectively. "Don't argue with hyung."
Mingyu looked away, lips forming into a pout. Despite his obvious urge to disagree with Seungkwan's assessment, he quietened down, not wanting to disobey him again. It was both endearing and painful to witness.
"You're always good for me. Even when I have to punish you for misbehaving, I never stop thinking about how good you are—how blessed I am when you trust me, taking it all so obediently." He said, knuckles brushing against Mingyu's cheek. Sighing softly, he rubbed his thumb at the skin below Mingyu's eyes, wiping away imaginary tears; an action that brought comfort even when there was nothing to dry off. "You're my good boy, Mingyu. Always will be, no matter what."
"Hyung…"
Chuckling at the flustered whine, Seungkwan let the fondness show on his features as he shifted back out of reach. "Now, get on your back for me."
Ever obedient, Mingyu complied—as quickly as he could, given the fogginess of subspace—lying flat atop the desk, not dissimilar to the position he'd been started in. His hands twitched, unsure of where to put them before deciding to let them rest at his sides, hawk eyes watching Seungkwan's every move.
"So eager," he teased, hands brushing along Mingyu's thighs from the side of the desk. Mingyu's cock twitched when they strayed close, shaky, impatient breaths making him smile; so desperate to be touched but still willing himself to be on his best behaviour. It was heartwarming—arousing—with how much more intense it was compared to before. "Maybe I should take it nice and slow, give you more time to prepare, hm?"
A whimper. "No."
Seungkwan's eyebrows raised automatically. "No?"
Pouting, Mingyu craned his neck so that he was peering up at Seungkwan through his messy bangs, wide, shimmering eyes glassy as they probed deep into his heart. The sad puppy dog look had Seungkwan shifting on his feet, heat rushing to his cheeks at how easy it was to soften him up. Not that he could help it; Mingyu was far too adorable when he looked up at him like that.
"You want hyung that much?" A nod, punctuated by a jolt, Mingyu's chest pumping with the force of his laboured moans. "Alright, Mingyu-ya," he said, lips pulling into a reassuring smile while he reached into the pockets of his discarded trousers, quickly pulling out the lube packets he'd stashed there in case of emergencies. It was always good to think ahead with how needy Mingyu tended to get. "Hyung's going to make you feel good now, okay? Open up."
Large legs separated to make space for him easily. Seungkwan joined him on top, licking his lips to wet them so he could plant a quick kiss against Mingyu's inner thigh, enjoying the way his body shivered at the touch. Pleasure wafted through him as he took in the sight before him in its entirety; Mingyu's erect cock fluttering enticingly at him, skin surrounding it wet from where precum had been smeared along them. It added charm, tanned muscle illuminated even further by the light fixtures above them because of it.
Opening the packet was a blur, and so was lathering his fingers. Seungkwan's focus returned once the lube had warmed up, other hand now holding onto his trousers.
"Up."
Mingyu obeyed his command, hips lifting up to make space for Seungkwan to place the clothing under, cushioning his ass better from the rigid wood and giving Seungkwan a better view. Much better. Enjoying himself a little too much, Seungkwan slapped at Mingyu's cock again, revelling in the sharp gasp and the way his legs fought to stay spread, thighs visibly tensing. It made him want to pet Mingyu for listening so well, but he held back for now.
Humming, Seungkwan stroked Mingyu's cock lazily in his dry hand, lubed fingers circling his hole. The sounds of moans were quickly joined by squishy, wet sounds as he worked Mingyu's shaft expertly; touch firm and decently paced, dragging out as many little sounds as he could. After a few moments, his hyung grew impatient, hips lifting up to thrust faster into Seungkwan's grasp, teeth clenching and eyebrows furrowing as he gasped loudly every time his cock-head hit against Seungkwan's thumb.
Seungkwan breathed out, eyes fixated. He could feel his cock springing up the longer he watched, aching to touch it and only holding back because he knew it would get its fill soon.
He let it continue, knowing Mingyu well enough that he'd be able to stop him before he came. Instead, he stopped rubbing circles along Mingyu's asshole and moved to push in a finger, groaning at the tightness as it enveloped him with alluring heat, his own patience beginning to wear thin. His eyes closed subconsciously as he exhaled, finger pumping into Mingyu until he was confident enough to insert a second one. He felt his eyes open again then, watching hungrily as Mingyu's hole stretched over them—pulling him in deeper.
Whines cut into his thoughts and he watched as Mingyu rocked his hips back and forth, fucking himself against Seungkwan's fingers. Belatedly, Seungkwan realised he must have stopped his movements, and he quickly righted that, curling them up towards Mingyu's stomach and twisting them in place to get every angle. When a loud cry left Mingyu's parted lips, quick breaths followed to let him know he'd found what he wanted.
"Ah," Seungkwan moaned, brain sluggish but still so wired—drunk on Mingyu and still lapping up every sound he let out. It came as naturally as breathing. "Does it feel nice, Mingyu? Having hyung's fingers fuck you open for him?"
Mingyu's breaths hitched at the dirty talk. "Y-Yes."
Grunting with displeasure, Seungkwan removed his hand from Mingyu's cock. Disregarding the whine at the loss, he placed it underneath Mingyu's collar and pushed gently—not enough to choke, but enough to make its presence hard to ignore—heartbeat rushing to greet his fingertips. Seungkwan watched Mingyu's eyelashes flutter prettily, eyes slipping shut as he sunk further into subspace. The neediness from losing the hand working him ceased, content that Seungkwan was touching him at all.
"You forgot something."
Mingyu's face scrunched up as he thought, but the action itself was less pronounced than usual. It made a smile grow on Seungkwan's face, charmed merely by his hyung's existence; the feeling intensified even more each time Mingyu submitted to Seungkwan's control so readily.
"Yes, hyung," he said, words quiet, but still loud to Seungkwan's ears. They always were when he called him that. With a silent prompt via Seungkwan raising his eyebrows, Mingyu continued to babble at him, wanting to be good and drinking in the attention. "Please, I—" he sucked in air, adam's apple bobbing against Seungkwan's fingers,"—want to feel you. Need to feel hyung's cock moving inside of me."
Mingyu no longer stuttered, anxiety and embarrassment having been long thrown out of the window. Seungkwan was proud of him; he knew how hard it was to speak through the haze when Mingyu got like this. The begging may have been quieter in volume, but it was no less desperate, words whiny and needy, travelling straight to Seungkwan's dick.
"Nearly there, Mingyu, not much longer now."
The pumping of his fingers continued—now three instead of two—fingertips pressing and rubbing against Mingyu's prostate, periodically broken up by intervals of teasing the surrounding muscle; close enough to touch the gland, but narrowly missing to drive his hyung even crazier. It seemed to work, if the frustrated whine he got in return was any indication. Mingyu continued to fuck against them regardless of where he touched, cock bouncing in place and hips snapping back down towards the desk when they hit the sweet spot, loud, wet moans slapping against Seungkwan's ears.
"Seungkwan-ah," Mingyu whined, drawing out the last syllable considerably. The sound petered into short, frenzied whimpers, desperation and arousal taking over instinct and replacing rational thought.
Seungkwan shushed him, fingers moving deftly. "Hyung's right here, Mingyu. I'm not going anywhere, okay?"
More needy sounds; automatically reacting to his voice but failing to understand the substance of his words. "Hyung," Mingyu said, words airy and light, as if any control he'd previously had over them had vanished, "hyung!"
Heat had already long settled at Seungkwan's groin, but Mingyu uttering that word so hysterically—as if he'd been deprived of a dose of Seungkwan for aeons—boosted it, the throbbing of his cock intensifying with each repetition. God, even the way Mingyu moaned it was perfect; always going above and beyond for Seungkwan.
"That's right, hyung's got you."
And he thrust his four fingers in as deep as possible, re-discovering every inch of Mingyu and stuffing his hole full, asshole stretched and leaking. A stripe of fluid—a mixture of lube and Mingyu's own juices—travelled down his asshole, a small, barely visible darkened patch growing on Seungkwan's pants. The sight of it soiling his clothes had Seungkwan groaning, dick jolting in place and body tensing. Anticipating.
Loud, breathy moans were all he could hear as he curled all of them upwards, pressing deeply into Mingyu's prostate and making his back arch off of the desk with a shocked gasp, cock throbbing so harshly Seungkwan could almost imagine the cum travelling through it. Unfortunately for Mingyu—but fortunately for him—none escaped. Mingyu's hips returned back down, whiny sobs forcing their way out of his throat every time Seungkwan ghosted his fingers along the gland, teasing and toying with him.
It wasn't long before Mingyu's patience gave in.
"Hyung!" Mingyu cried out, panting harshly. Sweat gleaned along his chest and neck, droplets travelling along the skin and dampening the surface of the desk. Seungkwan forced back the urge to lick them up. "Please. I can't take it anymore, please…"
Mingyu's begging was far too arousing than it needed to be, and Seungkwan felt himself crumple from just how much he wanted it—how much they wanted it.
Seungkwan puffed out a deep breath, pulling his fingers out.
Mingyu whimpered, hips slowing to a stop as he mourned them, hands coming up to paw at his nipples in search of stimulation, short, shaky breaths littering the air. Hunger flared up in Seungkwan at the motions before him and he grabbed Mingyu's calves, hauling them over his shoulders and moving closer until their cocks were flush; string of precum oozing out to drip onto Mingyu's shaft, connecting the two. He reached out to grab both in his hands, rutting against Mingyu and mixing their fluids together.
"Good boy, being so patient for me," Seungkwan's words choked off, a gasp of his own escaping as his hands worked the both of them. "Hyung's going to make you feel so good, Mingyu-ya, going to fuck you until you're coming on my cock."
Mingyu groaned, the sound throaty and deep, dick sliding against his as he thrust up into it, caught between Seungkwan's length and hands. As Seungkwan jerked them off, the groans and moans suddenly shifted into a stuttered gasp and he let go, clutching Mingyu's cock tightly and pressing it against his stomach. Lest he come too early, it was better for him to nip any further rutting in the bud.
"Not yet, Mingyu."
He laughed at the huff he got, cheeks aching as his lips pulled into a wide smile. With fondness, he pet and ruffled Mingyu's hair, tousling it until he was grumbled at to stop—always so easy to tease.
Seungkwan clicked his tongue, waiting for Mingyu to look at him. "No touching."
After Mingyu recognised the order for what it was, Seungkwan adjusted his position. He gave his cock a few more strokes before wrapping around the base, grunting when the head of his dick pressed up against Mingyu's hole, the action so minuscule yet heightened now with how vigorously his blood was pumping. Without waiting any longer—he was far too restless now that the time had come—he pushed in.
Any lingering thoughts disappeared as the warm wetness enveloped him, replaced by the addictive sensation of Mingyu's tight hole clenching around his cock; sucking him in deeper until his dick was engulfed in its entirety. Seungkwan swallowed, but the action appeared useless, any saliva caught in his throat suddenly absent, stolen by how greedily Mingyu's asshole took him in.
Everything else was drowned out as he kneeled there, cock pulsing with excitement now that all of him was inside. Mingyu groaned underneath him, panting harshly as his body adjusted to the sensation of being filled, hole clenching and unclenching around Seungkwan's length until his muscles slowly loosened up, inviting him to start moving. When he finally did so, Mingyu whimpered, using his legs leaning on Seungkwan's shoulders to pull his body as close as possible, hands searching for Seungkwan.
Huffing against the feeling of him moving along his cock, Seungkwan reached out to hold Mingyu's hand in his own, their fingers intertwining and clutching desperately at each other; tightening every time his cock thrust in and out, the wet sounds of him hitting against Mingyu making him moan breathily into the open air.
Slow, rhythmic movements gradually sped up. Moans became louder, echoing each other in their intensity, the view of Mingyu's hole making him increase his speed, wanting—needing—to see it ruined, dripping and sore from the power behind his cock.
"Ah!"
Mingyu gasped, eyes and mouth flying open when Seungkwan cock slid against his prostate. Laughing breathlessly, Seungkwan angled his hips to pump upwards, making sure to hit against it as often as he could, drawing out louder, higher, more desperate moans. A piercing cry hit his ears when he slowed his movements to thrust in as deep against Mingyu's prostate as he could, hips snapping harshly to push against the gland, echoed by noises of skin hitting skin.
"Mm, hyung!" Mingyu moaned, throat bobbing as he swallowed, chest pumping vigorously with harsh breaths.
"Does hyung's cock feel good, Mingyu? Feeling it move in— inside of you," he sucked in a breath, blinking against his urge to close his eyes, cock slamming back and forth into Mingyu's heat and curving in as far up as possible. "F-Fucking you until you're gasping—begging—for it."
"Y-Yes, hyung. P-Please, more…"
Seungkwan curled his hips to pound up against Mingyu's sweet spot harder than before, his hyung's body listing off of the desk and arching into Seungkwan's, choked gasp giving way to high-pitched, breathy moans—frantic and wild. Needy.
"Ah! Seungkwan—" a desperate hyung dragged itself from Mingyu's throat when Seungkwan sped back up, cock sliding in smoothly and balls slapping against his ass. A hissing noise pulled against clenched teeth—evening out into a quiet moan—likely from them striking where he'd previously hit. "Hyung's dick feels s-so, ah," Mingyu whimpered, legs closing in against Seungkwan's neck, "So good… I lo-love it when you move inside of me, m-making me take your cock like a good b-boy, mm!"
Hips worked together in tandem as Mingyu's rocked into his thrusts, ass and the skin of his thighs jiggling from the force. When Seungkwan let go of his hands to spread his legs further, the puddle staining the surface of his trousers had grown considerably, a trail of fluid sluggishly dripping down Mingyu's asshole and onto the cloth below. Licking his dry lips, Seungkwan paused his thrusts for a moment, watching as prostate fluid gushed out when Mingyu's hole relaxed, pulsating hungrily against his cock with each curl of his hips, pulling gasped profanities from Seungkwan—fucking him back just as strongly as he had been.
"Mingyu…" he whispered, breaths pouring out easily.
Mingyu whined, eyes watering from Seungkwan's cock thrusting into him, feeling it drag against his prostate. "Hyung! Please…"
"What is it, Mingyu? Are— Are you going to cum for Seungkwan-hyung?"
"Nno," he huffed, moaning obscenely, baring his neck as he threw his head back, "Harder. Want hyung to f-fill me and f-fuck me until I can't take it a-any— anymore." A stuttered sob as his eyes closed, hips rutting wildly with no sense of rhythm; trying to get as much stimulation as possible. "Please, please, I-I need it."
Groaning deep into his throat, Seungkwan moved forward to bend over atop Mingyu body, noses inches from each other. Mingyu moaned up at him and they crossed the space to kiss, tongues dancing not so gracefully against each other—whines and whimpers stared between their wet, breathless mouths—saliva kissed along Mingyu's jaw every time they broke apart and rejoined. Hands moved around without aim, touching and groping along each other's bodies insatiably; grabbing at chests, flicking and pulling at hard nipples, digging deeply in with their nails until perforations developed on the skin, lost in how they made each other feel.
A cry was sucked from Mingyu's mouth when Seungkwan picked up the pace again, the feeling of Mingyu's smooth ass brushing against his cock making him groan against Mingyu's lips, teeth catching them when he dove back in. Mingyu's chest pushed up into him, full-body jolting as his nipples brushed against Seungkwan's skin, stopping the kiss to let his head fall back against the table with a quiet thud, lips wide open and gasping for air. Saliva had gathered at the corners, smudged from how careless their movements were, the damp, residual mixture coating his glistening, chewed lips and trailing along his lower jaw.
"So beautiful," Seungkwan puffed, muscles straining as he moved to increase the intensity of his ruts. The droplets of cum that had settled on Mingyu's face had long dried, crusting along his skin. Seungkwan couldn't stop the groan leaving his mouth when he noticed, enjoying how evidently his traces lingered. "All messy like this."
Mingyu whimpered, the sound different compared to any he'd let out before—as if he'd tried to push it down.
Seungkwan moved his eyes away from Mingyu's drooling cock to look back up at his face, breath knocked from his throat at the view; half-lidded, shiny eyes blinking against the tears gathering in them, a small, lonesome one escaping and wetting his eyelashes on its way out. Mingyu's eyebrows peaked up as Seungkwan's cock worked his prostate, another tear following along when he tilted his head to the side, increased even further when he clenched his eyes closed, loud moans choking off into a whiny sob.
"Hyung!"
The word sounded out desperately, searching for him. Seungkwan held their hands together again, holding them tight as he grunted and groaned, thrusting deeply in and out of Mingyu's ass until his abdomen ached, body tensing up and jolting with the strength it took to stop himself from orgasming.
"Hyung, I—" Mingyu began, only to be cut off as he let out a keening wail, moans getting louder and louder, echoing in the shared space as his stomach tightened, ankles joining together behind Seungkwan's head. "Ah! I'm gonna come!"
Breaths turned frantic, Mingyu's head shaking from side to side as his thighs clenched, cock twitching wildly between their bodies. Seungkwan slapped at it, watching it bounce back into place with a sharp gasp from Mingyu's mouth. Grinning despite his own exhaustion, he removed one of his hands from around Mingyu's to rub at the tip of Mingyu's cock, wet liquid covering his fingers, allowing him to increase the speed of the circles, only stopping when Mingyu's upper body tensed, veins along his neck protruding out from underneath the collar.
"Close, I-I'm close, hyung…"
Another whimper, teary eyes staring into his; silently begging.
Seungkwan crashed their lips together and fucked harder, his own breaths ragged as he fought to prolong his orgasm long enough, wanting to come alongside Mingyu—or at least as close together as he could manage. He pulled out to the tip, slamming in harshly against Mingyu's prostate and lapping up the loud cry he was given, following it up with quick, deliberate thrusts, burying his cock in as far as he could with each snap of his hips. Moans and whines mixed together, more tears falling free from Mingyu's eyelashes, wiped away when Seungkwan brought their clutched hands up to run along the glossy trails they'd left behind.
"Hyung, I can't! I— I'm— I'm going to—"
Thick, cloudy cum spilled from Mingyu's cock before he could finish, bursting onto his stomach in time with Seungkwan's thrusts, the harshness behind it petering out until his cock let out one last trickle of cum; liquid languidly travelling along his fraenulum until gravity took over and it dripped down onto neatly trimmed hairs, blotting it. The stark whiteness of it contrasted with the dark strands, drawing Seungkwan's attention.
Without thinking, he leaned over to swipe his tongue along Mingyu's cock—travelling from the base to the tip—saltiness greeting his taste buds. Humming, he sucked his lips along one side of the shaft; a wet, sloppy kiss to show his appreciation. Mingyu writhed underneath him, moving against Seungkwan's dick that was still inside him as he did so, moaning and sobbing when Seungkwan's tongue fluttered along the tip of his cock. All of it caught up to him—the sights, the sounds, the touches, the way Mingyu's body still responded to him even though he couldn't take anymore—and before he knew it, Seungkwan was coming inside of Mingyu's ass, abdomen taut as it all spilled out into the surrounding heat, thighs and hands clenching with the aftershocks.
Seungkwan groaned loudly into the air as his hips slowed to nothing, taking immense pleasure from filling Mingyu's hole, anticipating how obscene it'd look dripping from his stretched ass when he finally pulled out.
Mingyu looked up at him, specks of arousal in his gaze being replaced by exhaustion, head lolling and body gradually relaxing. His cock continued to twitch, hole clenching one last time when Seungkwan moved inside of him to start pulling out.
"No," Mingyu said, "Don't— Don't leave."
"I'm not going anywhere, Mingyu. I just need to pull out so I can start cleaning both of us up, okay?"
A whine and harsh shakes of his head. "N-No, I want to feel hyung."
"Mingyu—"
"Please! You can— you can do it later, just… Stay inside for a bit longer," Mingyu sniffed, wiping at his eyes to remove the residual dampness. "Please. I've been good."
Seungkwan sighed. While he was worried about staying inside for too long, the words Mingyu pleaded at him were flattering, enough to have him considering his options. Both sides of the argument warred inside of his head before he gave in, pushing his cock further until Mingyu's ass had swallowed the entire length again, grunting due to the sensitivity.
Mingyu panted slightly before relaxing, breaths slowing the longer they stayed situated like this, stuck together and hands holding each other.
Squirming, Mingyu pushed himself up, jerking and gasping when the angle pressed against his delicate prostate. Grabbing a hold of Mingyu's hips, Seungkwan helped him up until he was sitting on his lap, dick nestled deep inside and throbbing when Mingyu's hips lifted and then dropped down slightly, changing position so he could rest his side against Seungkwan instead of his chest. Sitting like this, Mingyu leaned close to bury his head in the crook of Seungkwan's shoulder, hair tickling his cheeks and underside of his ear due to the height difference; unaware he'd even moved, Seungkwan could feel his right running through the soaked hair, twirling stray strands along his fingers.
Letting himself relax, he brought his other hand to rest along Mingyu's mid back, rubbing soothing circles into the skin and muscle there. A content sigh greeted his ears—although muffled by Mingyu's pursed lips—and his hyung's body went slack in his arms, head kneading into Seungkwan space. Smiling fondly, Seungkwan angled his head so he could plant a kiss against the top of Mingyu's head, hand on his back drifting up to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him into a gentle hug.
They stayed like this for a while; content within each other's arms, swaying and breathing together for as long as they wanted to. Not caring about the cum drying against their skin. Not caring about the mess they'd made of the room. Not caring about whether or not the other members had noticed their absence yet. Their heartbeats slowed to match each other, more proof of how they were made for each other.
Words drifted to his ears, so quiet he almost thought he'd imagined them.
"Thank you."
Seungkwan smiled, blinking away the emotions that wanted to erupt to let out a soft chuckle into Mingyu's hair instead. "Always."
When the moment ended and Seungkwan had finished cleaning up—removing any and all remnants of what they'd done to the best of his ability—they both settled together on one bed, embracing each other tight and falling asleep to the sounds of their partners breathing; safe, happy.
Loved.