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Minho watched, fascinated, as across the waiting room Kim Seungmin got pulled into a headlock for about the dozenth time that week. He'd been nagging at Changbin all morning and they could all tell what he was aiming for (though whether Changbin knew it was up for debate). It was getting a little annoying, really, the way Seungmin circled around his older boyfriend, jabbing at him and teasing him and just generally being a nuisance until Changbin's patience wore out and he snapped, physically holding Seungmin still so he could have a moment of peace.
It was a game they'd played for years now, and Minho enjoyed watching it. It was always fun seeing Seungmin get put in his place, especially when he whined about it.
Recently, though, Minho had found himself paying closer attention to Seungmin and his antics, and instead of enjoying the way his boyfriend got overpowered by their much stronger boyfriend, he'd started to imagine what it might be like to be in his place.
It had all started, he supposed, when he'd accompanied Changbin to the gym a couple weeks ago. Now, this wasn't an irregular occurrence, because he and Changbin often went to the gym together, but that particular day Minho had been feeling a bit under the weather, and he'd been slacking off a little, not trying as hard during his workout. That had quickly led to him admiring Changbin instead, desperate for something to distract him from working out which he had very much not wanted to do at the time (he wasn't even sure why he'd gone in the first place).
So instead of working out he'd watched Changbin the whole time, and he felt like he'd developed a new appreciation for his boyfriends muscles. Not that he hadn't appreciated them before, but he'd never really looked at them for too long while they were being put to good use.
It was like a switch had been flipped inside him that day, because ever since he found himself sneaking peeks at Changbin's arms whenever he could. They had become his new obsession, and he quickly found out that there was no better time to admire them than when they were wrapped around Seungmin's pretty neck or holding his hands behind his back, such a casual display of strength that always had Minho gulping even as he tried his best to pretend he wasn't looking.
He was looking, though, and he wanted to do more than look. If Seungmin could get a rise out of Changbin and get those muscles in reward, then whose to say he couldn't do the same? He could be annoying, right? He could definitely be a brat in bed sometimes, he knew that much, but outside of sex? He had to admit he didn't usually try to get on the members' nerves, not as much as some of them, at least. But he could do it if he tried, right?
There was something that he found himself doing pretty often that could maybe be considered annoying, he thought. He wasn't known as the group butt hunter for nothing, after all. Maybe it was a little embarrassing to admit but there was no hiding Minho's obsession with all his boyfriends asses, and you could leave it to him to be grabbing and squeezing them any chance he could get. Maybe he could use that to his advantage…?
The problem was that Changbin had probably the best patience out of all of them, better than Chan, even. It was hard to truly annoy him, and even if they did he was the type to walk away, distance himself until he had calmed down a little.
With Seungmin it was a little different, because it was usually pretty obvious that he was being annoying because he was searching for a reaction, but Minho knew that Changbin wouldn't suspect that of him. If Minho managed to annoy him, there wasn't a guarantee that Changbin would manhandle him.
The only solution Minho could think of (that wasn't just being honest and telling Changbin what he wanted—no way) was to get on his nerves to such a point that Changbin really snapped and couldn't stop himself from holding Minho down. How many times would he have to go after his ass for that to happen? Was it even possible? He would find out, he guessed.
He chose a day when both he and Changbin didn't have any schedules, and he was thankful that the whole group shared an online calendar so he could see when that was. The first order of business, of course, was to text Changbin and tell him (not ask—tell) that he was coming over for the day to hang out. Changbin didn't object, of course, and Minho was out the door straight after breakfast, hoping that by the time he came back he'd been successful, though he was also hoping that Changbin would fuck him so good he wouldn't be able to make it home.
He was glad that Changbin didn't seem aware of any ulterior motives he had about coming over though, because his boyfriend just greeted him at the door with a sweet kiss and the news that he'd turned the TV on for them to watch.
Minho started executing his plan right away though, and as Changbin turned away to walk further into his apartment Minho reached out, grabbing a handful of his ass and squeezing.
Changbin squeaked a little in surprise and turned to look over his shoulder in bewilderment, a slight pink making its way onto his cheeks.
"Hyung," he complained. "That was a hard squeeze!"
"Sorry," Minho said, not sorry at all. "What do you expect me to do when you've got all that behind you? Ignore it?"
Changbin huffed, but he let it go and started back towards the living room.
Minho wasn't done, though, and he walked behind Changbin, slapping his ass several times on the way. Changbin took it all without further complaint, though his cheeks were significantly redder once they got to the couch.
"You want anything in particular?" Changbin asked him once they'd sat down, but Minho told him he didn't care. He had other things on his mind, mostly how he could get Changbin riled up quickly because he wanted to get manhandled now and he didn't really feel like waiting for it.
Luckily, Changbin had curled up on his side, resting his head against the arm of the couch so that his butt was pushed out a little towards Minho. It stared at him like a target, basically asking for it.
He reached over a smacked it.
Changbin made another little squeaky noise and one of his hands flew down to protect himself.
"Hyung," he said, and while he didn't sound annoyed yet he also didn't sound as playfully whiny anymore. "What's wrong with you today? Is Jisungie not giving you enough ass access at home?"
Minho shrugged, his eyes on the TV. "Your butt just looks extra good today, Changbin-ah. I can't help myself."
Changbin shook his head. "You're ridiculous," he muttered, but he went back to find something to watch. He also shifted so that he was sitting more upright, his ass pressed to the couch so Minho couldn't reach it.
He found himself sulking a little at that and he forced himself to pay attention to the show Changbin put on, mulling over in his head various ways to get Changbin to stand up so he could go for an ass attack again.
Twenty minutes into their show he said, "Changbin-ah, go get hyung a glass of water, please?"
Changbin huffed, but he'd always been a good dongsaeng and so he stood up, disappearing into the kitchen to do as Minho asked.
Minho followed him, walking quietly like a cat so Changbin wouldn't hear him coming, and he snuck up behind him as his boyfriend was filling up a cup and smacked him hard across the ass before grabbing it in his hands and giving a firm squeeze.
Changbin yelped and jerked the glass in his hands, spilling water all over the counter and down to the floor. He whipped around, staring in shock.
"What are you doing?" He asked, finally sounding a little annoyed but Minho knew it would take more to get him to actually react physically. "Hyung, you made me spill all over!"
"Oops," Minho said. "Sorry about that. I'll help you clean it up, you do the counter and I'll do the floor."
He grabbed their roll of paper towels and true to his word he cleaned up the little puddle that had dripped onto the floor, but like this he had Changbin standing above him, his ass almost the perfect height for Minho to lean forward and grab a chunk of it between his teeth.
He couldn't stop himself from giggling as Changbin jerked, his hand coming down like earlier to hold his ass.
"That hurt," he complained. "And since when do you use your teeth? Seriously, hyung, this is weird."
But Minho just stood up, shrugging again. "Your ass was in my face," he said. "What else was I gonna do?"
"Be a normal person," Changbin suggested, and there was a look in his eyes that sent a thrill through Minho. He could tell he was agitating Changbin, getting on his nerves a bit.
He was getting a little agitated himself, having to wait like this and draw it out. If he were a bit braver he would maybe tell Changbin that he'd been thinking about his muscles a lot lately and would love to have them used on him, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. He'd have to manipulate Changbin into giving him what he wanted instead.
So he hit his ass the whole walk back to the couch, earning himself a very grouchy glare and Changbin settled himself on the far end of the couch, out of his reach. "You're being weird today," he complained. "Weirder than usual," he added after a pause.
"Maybe your ass is just fatter today," Minho retorted. "It's practically begging to be hit."
Changbin rolled his eyes, hitting play on their show again.
Minho didn't find another opportunity to annoy him until around lunchtime, when he demanded that Changbin cook for him.
"I always do the cooking for me and Jisungie," he complained. "Won't you treat me today?"
Changbin agreed, though he firmly told Minho to stay on the couch while he cooked something up, probably to avoid being targeted for some more ass smacks.
Minho couldn't have that, though. He was obedient for maybe a couple minutes during which he heard Changbin fill a pot up with water and presumably put it on the stove, before he stood up and made his way into the kitchen. He didn't bother being quiet this time, especially when he saw Changbin hovering over a pot of hot water, and he received a glare from his boyfriend.
"I told you to stay put," he said warily. "I don't need any help, hyung."
"I'm not here to help," Minho said simply, walking up behind him and grabbing a handful of ass. "You just keep cooking and I'll be right here, you won't even notice me."
"Yes I will," Changbin said, a slight edge to his voice. "This really isn't the time for this, Minho hyung, I'm trying to cook."
The 'cooking' in question was just watching the water to see when it started boiling though, so Minho didn't think he was being too distracting by kneading Changbin's cheeks between his fingers, feeling a bit like a rebellious kitten.
"Hyung," Changbin said, a warning note in his tone. And then again, when Minho didn't stop in the slightest. "Hyung, I'm serious."
Minho pinched his ass instead of squeezing, and Changbin whipped around and slapped his hand away.
"Hyung," he said for the third time, and Minho could see that he was really irritated now. "What's with you? I'm not feeling subby today, if that's what it is. If you wanna play with someone like that it's not gonna be with me."
Good, Minho thought. He didn't want Changbin feeling subby today, he wanted the exact opposite.
"That's not what I'm looking for," he said. "I just like your ass."
"Ok, well then you can admire it from a distance," Changbin said, giving him a light shove. "I'm cooking."
But admiring from a distance just wouldn't do, so naturally Minho reached out and pinched his butt again, a little harder this time.
"Minho—"
Minho reached around as Changbin spun on him and pinched his ass again before slapping him.
"Hyung—stop!"
Minho didn't stop, instead he grabbed his ass again, harder than he had before and squeezed it between his fingers.
Changbin let out some kind of strangled sounding grunt and then he was switching off the stove and grabbing Minho by the front of his shirt, taking both wrists in his other hand. He backed them up so quickly that Minho could only gasp as he was shoved up against the opposite wall, hands held firmly in Changbin's grip.
Now, he wasn't exactly proud of the soft moan that left his lips as he was crowded against the wall and restrained, and he hoped very much that Changbin wouldn't notice it, but of course he did.
He saw the gears working in Changbin's head as his boyfriend studied him for a couple seconds, before he raised a singular eyebrow.
"I see," he said softly. "You weren't hoping that I'd be feeling subby today. You're the one feeling a bit subby, hm? Were you trying to get a reaction out of me?"
Minho found himself unable to look Changbin in the eye and face the knowing smirk crawling onto his face.
"I dunno what you're talking about," he said, flexing his hands and trying to pull them out of Changbin's hold, but to his delight Changbin only gripped them tighter.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're acting like a certain puppy right now."
"No," Minho protested. "I'm just—I just really like your butt."
Changbin hummed disbelievingly. "So you don't mind if I just…go back to cooking?" He felt Changbin start to release his hands, start to let his shirt go, and he panicked. No way was he letting this opportunity slip through his fingers.
"No!" He said quickly. "Don't—don't you…" he trailed off, not even sure what to say. He was finding it the tiniest bit hard to stay focused with Changbin crowding him up against the wall.
"Don't I what?" Changed asked. "Don't I…want to fuck you, maybe? It's okay, baby, you can admit. I already know what you want."
Minho felt his ears burning a dark shade of red at Changbin's blunt words.
"I don't want that," he said stubbornly, "but—if you wanted that, then, you know, you could fuck me."
Changbin raised his eyebrow impossibly higher and then he sighed. "Fine, be stubborn. I don't care."
Minho's heart jumped a little as Changbin pulled him off the wall and let go of his hands for just a brief moment before he was pulling them behind his back and pushing him out of the kitchen. He struggled a little, feeling like he was getting arrested, but Changbin held him firmly and he wasn't too gentle as he shoved him down the hallway and into his bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind him before he gave one last shove that caused Minho to tumble onto the bed.
He landed on his stomach, his face hitting the soft comforter, and he looked behind him just in time to see Changbin climbing up on the bed on his knees, looming over him.
"Come here," he grunted, and he grabbed Minho's waist to flip him over as if he weighed nothing to him. He'd seen Changbin lift much more than his weight at the gym, though, and he felt a shiver go down his spine at the thought of Changbin throwing him around like a rag-doll. Maybe he should have tried this sooner. Seungmin had the right idea, for sure.
Changbin didn't waste any time tugging Minho's shorts and underwear down, and Minho blushed even darker as he stared at the sight that greeted him.
Okay, so maybe it had been a little desperate of him to stretch himself open and plug himself up before coming over, but he thought it might get Changbin a little more riled up and he really was desperate to get fucked nice and good and this would speed up the process.
Changbin scoffed at him. "Desperate," he muttered, and then he flipped Minho around again. "Changed my mind. Wanna see you drool all over my sheets."
Minho whimpered as Changbin pulled his arms behind his back again, stretching his shoulders and forcing his head down onto the sheets just like Changbin wanted. He whimpered again as Changbin gave a little tug on the plug.
He slipped it out, and Minho had just half a second to mourn being empty before Changbin was replacing it with two thick fingers.
"Ngh," he moaned, wiggling his hips to entice his boyfriend to move. "Changbinnie, your fingers feel so good."
"Yeah?" Changbin asked, pulling on his wrists and making him grunt. "Baby just wanted me to fill him up a little, is that it? Want me to throw you around and fill you up?"
It was embarrassing how fast Minho's brain was filling with fuzz, making it hard for him to come up with an answer. He'd been on a bit of a dominant streak lately and hadn't subbed in a bit, but he fell back into it beautifully. He let himself relax into the bed, his wrists no longer trying to pull out of Changbin's hands.
"Yeah," he managed eventually, "Binnie, want you to fuck me."
"In a little bit," Changbin told him. "You know you love to be fingered, let me do that for a minute."
And he did love to be fingered, sometimes even more than he liked the be fucked. There was just something about having his boyfriends hands inside of him, the hands they used everyday for mundane tasks that were now defiling him, making him come undone.
Changbin found his prostate right after he slipped in a third finger. The stretch had him shivering and the press against his prostate made him moan, his head only going fuzzier.
"There we go," Changbin murmured. "Is that your favorite spot, hm? You just lay there and let me do the work, Minho-yah, I'll take care of you."
And Minho was content to do just that. He obediently let Changbin hold his wrists at his lower back and slumped further into the sheets as his prostate was massaged with three fingers, his head filled with goo as he twitched from the feeling.
Changbin was rubbing the pads of his fingers slowly over his sweet spot, taking his time in breaking Minho down. Occasionally he would focus on stretching him out, which wasn't really necessary since he'd done a good job of it before coming over, but it was a very welcome sensation.
He felt so pleasantly full, Changbin's fingers stretching him out so nicely and he closed his eyes, sinking into the feeling.
"More," he mumbled eventually, "Please, Binnie."
"Want my dick, now?" Changbin asked, "Does the kitty wanna be even more full?"
"Hng," Minho agreed, opening his eyes to peer back at Changbin with wide eyes. It was hard with his arms restrained, but he managed it.
Changbin cooed and slipped his fingers out, using that hand to grip his waist and pull him up so his knees were underneath him, propping him up so Changbin had a better angle. The change in position only further pressed his face into the bed, and Minho had to turn his head to the side so he could breathe properly.
He wiggled his butt, upset at being left empty and he gave a small yelp when Changbin pinched his ass.
"Doesn't feel good, does it," his boyfriend said. "Honestly, you're lucky I'm not punishing you after all the shit you pulled today, slapping my ass like nobody's business. You're lucky you're cute."
Minho grumbled, wiggling his butt some more.
"Yes, yes," Changbin said, "I'm gonna fuck you, kitty, don't worry."
Minho heard the sound of Changbin's pants and underwear being pulled down and his shirt being shucked off. His own shirt was pushed up a moment later, Changbin shoving it under his armpits. He felt a little like a cheap whore, face down on the bed with his pants down to his knees and his shirt pushed up, and the thought only further excited him.
His dick was throbbing between his legs, bobbing each time Changbin shifted him and he wanted to ask Changbin to touch it but he didn't think he would. He also wasn't sure if he could get a full sentence out right now.
He felt Changbin lining himself up with his stretched hole and he sighed as he pushed in before whimpering at the stretch. The grip Changbin had on both his wrists and his hip was bruising, keeping him firmly in place so he couldn't grind back or pull away, and he felt dizzy at the display of strength. He was at Changbin's complete mercy, there to do whatever his boyfriend wished.
Changbin slid all the way into the hilt with one thrust, stealing the breath out of his lungs, and he heard him groan from behind him.
"You feel so good," Changbin strained, “Fuck, kitty, you feel amazing."
Minho could only whine in response as Changbin started moving, not giving him more than a few seconds to adjust to the stretch. His boyfriend was using his grip on his hips to pull him back on him, controlling his body and using it for his own pleasure.
It wasn't long before Minho found himself drooling onto the sheets, just as Changbin had told him to. He kept trying to move his face out of the wet spot but then he would just make a new wet spot and there were only so many places he could move his head with the way Changbin was holding him in place. Eventually he gave up, letting his face rest in his own drool as he continued to pant.
"Come here," Changbin grunted at one point, releasing his wrists and grabbing his waist with both hands. "Come here—you wanted to be manhandled, yeah? Wanted to be thrown around a little?"
He flipped Minho over and pulled his hips up so they were level with Changbin's waist as his boyfriend continued to thrust into him. Minho gazed up at him, his gaze a little fuzzy before his attention was brought back to his dick, now resting on his tummy and still throbbing with need. Without really thinking about it he reached down with one hand, aiming to wrap his hand around it before it was harshly slapped away.
"No," Changbin said, taking both his wrists in his hand again and holding them against Minho's chest. "You just can't be trusted with these, right Minho-yah? You don’t get to touch right now."
Minho whimpered, but he didn't try to pull away. The new angle had him seeing stars as Changbin seemed to thrust even deeper inside him than before, sending little shocks all up and down his body with each thrust. His eyes threatened to flutter closed but he wanted to watch Changbin now that he was facing him.
There was a thin layer of sweat across his boyfriend's forehead and his hair looked a little more ruffled than it had before. His mouth was slightly open as he panted with each thrust of his powerful hips, rocking Minho up on the bed with each one.
He was beautiful, and Minho could spend the rest of his life looking up at him.
He didn't try to pull his wrists away, content to let Changbin hold them as he thrust into him, though he did hope that Changbin touched his dick soon. It was swollen and leaking against his tummy, pre-cum smeared all over as it seeped out from the tip. It was flushed red, too, and as Changbin managed a particularly good jab to his prostate; he watched it jerk, drooling some more.
"Binnie," he whimpered, sounding out of breath even though Changbin was doing all the work. "Binnie—touch, please."
"I am touching you," Changbin said, leaning over a little so he could get an even better angle and Minho groaned at how good it felt. His thighs trembled at the pleasure and he knew his chest was flushed all red, sweat collecting on his own forehead.
"Bin," he tried again, whining, "please?"
But instead of touching him like he wanted, Changbin pulled out and Minho was not very proud of the desperate cry that left his mouth, outraged at being empty.
"Oh, relax," Changbin told him, flipping him around again. "Two seconds, and I'll be back inside you. You'll survive."
He grabbed Minho by the jaw and used his grip to pull him up so his back was flush with Changbin's chest, and the next thing he knew Changbin was back inside, just like he'd promised. His hand slid down further once Minho was up, wrapping gently around his throat. He didn't squeeze, but he kept a firm pressure so that Minho couldn't forget he was there. Like this Changbin’s arm was also draped across his chest, keeping him in immobile.
Minho's eyes rolled to the back of his head as the angle seemed to allow Changbin to reach impossibly deeper inside of him, and he felt like he could almost feel him in his stomach. He prodded at his tummy, almost convinced he would be able to feel it bulging out.
"If you want your dick touched so bad," Changbin said, "you do it yourself. I'm too busy fucking you."
Minho's brain was so hazy from the pressure on his throat that it took him several seconds to realize Changbin had spoken to him.
"Hng?" He groaned, pushing his hips back rhythmically to get him deeper. His thighs were still shaking, even more so now that he was holding himself up, and he felt perilously close to coming.
Changbin tutted from behind him, his other hand coming up to tangle in Minho's hair, gripping it tight which only made his eyes roll further back.
"I said touch yourself, kitty," his boyfriend said. "Unless you don't wanna?"
Minho forced himself to pay attention, and once he processed the words he gasped, bringing a shaky hand down between his legs where his dick was bobbing, and wrapped a hand around himself.
He tensed up at the first touch, moaning loudly and pushing himself back faster onto Changbin as he thumbed at his tip. It was leaking and wet and he used his pre-cum to slick himself up and make the glide easier before he was fisting himself, his chest heaving as he barreled closer to his release.
Changbin noticed how close he was, of course.
"Is the kitty gonna come? Gonna come for me, Minho-yah? Make a pretty mess of your hand?"
Minho whimpered, and his body threatened to curl in on itself but Changbin's grip on his throat and his hair kept him upright, unable to escape. The control made him dizzy and his mouth parted, a little drool escaping out the edge.
There was a ringing in his ears and he couldn't even tell if Changbin had kept going, unable to process anything beside the dick in his ass pressing deliciously against his prostate and his hand sliding desperately over himself.
His chest felt like it was tightening and there was a flutter in his stomach that kept increasing in intensity until he felt like he was struggling to breathe, slumping all his weight back onto Changbin as his body started to shake, crashing over the edge.
Changbin held him up as he came, trembling through his orgasm with a moan that he could barely hear as his hand tightened on his dick, milking himself dry as cum covered his fingers.
He rode out the waves of his orgasm until Changbin released him, allowing him to fall forward until he once again had his face pressed to the sheets, though they had dried up a little from his drool. He made to look behind him at Changbin since the man had slipped out of him, but before he could crane his head around there was a hand at the back of his neck holding him firmly down so he couldn't move.
He groaned as Changbin held him still, and he could hear the wet noise of his boyfriend jerking off behind him for a couple seconds before there was cum splattering across the small of his back, Changbin's deep groan tapering off into a whine.
"There we go," Changbin said when he was done. "Just stay like that for a second, let me look at you."
Not like Minho had much of a choice with the grip Changbin was keeping on his neck. He let it happen, closing his eyes and melting into the sheets as he caught his breath, knowing that when Changbin wanted him to move he would just do it himself.
He could hear Changbin panting behind him, but what piqued his interest much more was the sound of a soft knock on the door.
“You left the door open.”
Hyunjin. He must be back from whatever schedules he’d had today. Minho’s scrambled brain had half the mind to be embarrassed at the sight he must make, pinned face down on the bed with cum on his back, but he was too out of it to really care. It was nothing Hyunjin hadn’t seen before, anyways. Still, he squirmed a little bit from self-consciousness.
“Shh,” Changbin tightened the hold on his neck, and he felt like he was being scruffed. “Stay there, kitty.” And then, to Hyunjin: “he was being a brat all day.”
Minho whined in betrayal, but Changbin squeezed his neck again and he settled down, hearing Hyunjin tut from somewhere behind him.
“Well, looks like you’ve done a good job with him.”
“He’ll behave now,” Changbin agreed. “Right kitty?”
Minho nodded as best he could.
“I’ll be in my room, then, if you need anything. Just text.”
Hyunjin must have left after that, because Minho heard the door click shut.
Changbin held him there for a little bit still, but after a minute or so he let go of his neck and pulled on his shoulder to turn him onto his back. Minho blinked up blearily at him and Changbin cooed.
"You did really well, kitty." he said, "Did I give you what you wanted? Made you feel good?"
Minho nodded groggily, not feeling up to words yet, though Changbin knew that. "Let me get you cleaned up a little bit," Changbin said, and Minho was glad. The cum on his back was smearing onto the sheets and he wasn't loving the feeling.
"You okay if I pop into the bathroom?" Changbin checked with him, and he left after Minho gave him another nod, coming back with a warm washcloth that he used to wipe him down. Afterwards, Changbin helped him shift over to the clean side of the bed and he curled up against his boyfriend's chest, wanting to rest for at least a couple more minutes.
"We never got lunch," Changbin noted at some point. "You hungry, kitty? Want me to make something and then we can watch a movie, maybe?"
That sounded amazing to Minho, though not quite yet.
"Couple minutes," he mumbled, squishing his cheek against one of Changbin's pecks, loving how soft yet firm it was. So comfortable.
Changbin hummed in agreement, moving one hand to card his fingers through Minho's hair soothingly until he almost felt like he could fall asleep.
He'd definitely be doing this again, he thought–annoying Changbin until he snapped. Not in public, of course, because he had more shame than Kim Seungmin, thank you very much, but at home…Changbin had better watch out. He had one more member that had learned how amazing it felt to be manhandled by him.