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The heavy, solid weight of Chan beneath him did nothing to calm the frantic racing of Changbin’s pulse. Sitting sideways across Chan’s lap, with his back supported by the broad expanse of his leader's chest and one thick arm anchoring him in place, Changbin felt entirely trapped—and entirely exposed. Even through his baggy sweats, he could feel the rigid heat of Chan’s arousal pressing firmly against his thigh.
The cotton-fuzz in his brain was thick, a heavy fog of compliance that kept him from pulling away, even as his body remained stiff with nervous anticipation.
Chan reached out with his free hand, lifting the medium-sized rectangular box from the coffee table and placing it directly into Changbin’s lap. His fingers lingered on Changbin’s thigh, tapping a slow, possessive rhythm against the fabric.
“Open it, baby girl,” Chan murmured against the shell of his ear, his voice dropping into that dark, gravelly register that always made Changbin’s knees go weak. “Daddy got you something special.”
Changbin’s hands trembled as he reached for the lid of the plain box. His throat felt incredibly dry. He could hear the low, satisfied hum vibrating in Chan’s chest behind him, thoroughly enjoying the younger man’s hesitation.
Slowly, Changbin lifted the cover, exposing the contents inside.
Nestled in the center of the box was a graduated set of silicone training plugs, ranging from a modest, slender starter size to progressively thicker, wider shapes, all cast in a soft, matching pastel pink. Next to them lay a sleek, small thin vibrating toy, its smooth surface catching the dim light of the living room.
Changbin’s breath hitched completely, his eyes widening as a deep, burning blush rushed from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.
“Do you like them, princess?” Chan cooed, his hand sliding up under the hem of Changbin’s sweats to find the waistband of the green lace panties, his fingers hooking inside to stroke the bare, trembling skin of his hip. “They’re going to make you so soft and wide for me. Pick the first one out for daddy.”
Changbin’s breath trapped completely in his throat, his fingers trembling against the cardboard edge of the box. The sight of the graduated sizes made his mind tilt into a dizzying spin, but Chan’s voice immediately anchored him, grounding him right back into that heavy, helpless fog of compliance.
“Might wanna start with a small plug, baby,” Chan murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive, flushed skin of Changbin’s neck. “Daddy likes his princess to be nice and tight.”
Chan reached forward, his large hand sliding over Changbin’s smaller ones to guide his fingers toward the sleek, slender pink toy resting in the mold. “That's why daddy got you a pretty thin and pink vibrating dildo.”
As the final words left his lips, Chan shifted his weight. His hips gave a small, excruciatingly slow grind forward, pressing his hard length directly into Changbin’s bottom and the slight, barely parted gap of his thighs.
The friction, even through the layers of their clothes and the dark green lace, sent a violent jolt of heat straight up Changbin's spine. A helpless, broken whimper escaped his lips, his head dropping back against Chan’s shoulder as his body instinctively softened, yielding entirely to the heavy pressure behind him.
“You like the sound of that, don't you, good girl?” Chan cooed, his hand migrating from the box to pop the top of the silicone lube bottle with a sharp, definitive click. “Let’s get you ready.”
The weight of the box disappeared from Changbin’s lap as Chan set it firmly onto the coffee table, the heavy thud of the silicone lube bottle right beside it sounding entirely permanent. Before Changbin could even process the sudden absence, Chan’s hands gripped his waist. With effortless strength, he lifted Changbin, guiding him to shift until he was straddling Chan’s lap, facing him head-on.
Sitting open like this, with his thighs framing Chan’s hips and his hard length pressing directly against Chan's stomach, Changbin felt completely exposed. His breath came in shallow, ragged hitches, his dark eyes locked onto his leader's face. The cotton-fuzz in his brain was thick, rendering him entirely speechless as Chan stared back with a slow, heavy gaze full of dark adoration.
“So, daddy is first gonna strip you, baby girl,” Chan murmured, his voice a low, soothing purr that left absolutely no room for argument. His large hands slid under the hem of Changbin's loose sweater, the rough texture of his palms scraping over the warm skin of his stomach. “Daddy wants to fully see his pretty baby girl in her pretty green lace.”
Changbin could only nod weakly, his hands automatically rising to rest on Chan’s broad shoulders for balance. He sat perfectly still, compliant and trembling, as Chan slowly drew the sweater up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Next came the sweats, dragged down his thick thighs until Changbin was left in nothing but the dark green lace set—the sheer fabric strained tight against his heavy chest muscles and barely containing his leaking, achingly hard length below.
Chan’s eyes swept over him, darkening with instant, intense satisfaction. He reached out, his thumb tracing the delicate lace border across Changbin's chest, squeezing the firm muscle until the younger man let out a soft, airy moan.
“Look at you. Absolutely perfect,” Chan cooed, leaning forward to press a warm, lingering kiss right to the center of Changbin's forehead, then down to his flushed cheeks. “Then, I will help distract you. And when you are relaxed… we will slowly begin.”
Changbin's breath caught sharply in his throat as Chan’s fingers traced a slow, burning path up the contour of his hip, smoothing over his ribs before settling heavily on his chest. In the dim light of the apartment, Chan’s gaze was dark, entirely consumed by the sight of the dark green lace stretched tight over Changbin’s defined muscles.
The cups of the bralet framed his chest perfectly, the thick, heavy muscle rounding out the sheer fabric so full and soft that it completely mimicked the curve of an actual breast.
“Fuck, baby… your tits are amazing,” Chan growled, his voice thick and gravelly as his palm pressed flat against the firm warmth, kneading the muscle with a possessive, heavy rhythm. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across Changbin’s flushed collarbone. “Wonder if they’re as tasty as they look. Let daddy get a closer look. Yes, baby?”
Changbin couldn't even form words. The thick cotton-fuzz in his brain completely took over as Chan’s lips dragged down the sensitive line of his neck, pressing bruising, wet kisses into his skin. All he could manage was a soft, trembling whimper, his fingers curling tightly into the fabric of Chan’s shirt.
Chan didn't wait for a verbal answer. His large hands slid beneath the edge of the sheer green lace, firmly gripping the muscle before parting the fabric entirely to expose the bare, flushed skin beneath. The sudden rush of cool air made Changbin’s chest heave, but the chill vanished instantly as Chan leaned down, his eyes locked on the hard, sensitive peak, and took a slow, tentative lick of the bud.
“Ah! Hyung—” Changbin cried out, his back arching automatically as a fierce, electric jolt shot straight to his core. His head fell back, a loud, helpless moan tearing from his throat as Chan’s tongue swirled over the damp peak, completely destroying the last of his composure before the training had even begun.
“Fuck, baby,” Chan muttered, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly vibration against Changbin's skin as he watched the helpless reaction. “Why didn't you tell daddy his baby's breasts are this sensitive, hm?”
Chan didn't give him a chance to answer. Keeping his eyes locked on Changbin's flushed, dazed face, he leaned back down and popped the entire hardened bud directly into his warm, wet mouth.
The reaction was instantaneous. Changbin shuddered violently, his hands flying up to grip Chan's hair as a loud, broken cry tore from his throat. His back arched off Chan's chest, his mind completely short-circuiting as his hips instinctively rolled downward, grinding his trapped, leaking length hard against the rigid thickness of Chan's erection.
“Fuck,” Chan whispered against his skin, feeling the heavy, desperate friction of their lower bodies.
He moved his mouth back to the peak, swirling his tongue around it before pulling it deep between his lips, sucking firmly while his large hand reached over to aggressively knead the other side. Changbin was shaking now, completely undone by the dual sensation of the rough lace rubbing below and the intense heat above.
“Do you think daddy can get his princess to cum just by sucking on your pretty tits, baby?” Chan murmured against his chest, his words punctuated by heavy licks, deep sucks, and sharp, teasing nips right to the swollen bud.
“H-Hyung—ah! Please,” Changbin sobbed out, his thighs trembling where they straddled Chan's lap. He was grinding down hopelessly now, completely lost to the rhythm of Chan's mouth, the sheer sensitivity of his chest driving him so close to the edge that his vision was already beginning to blur.
“Please what, Binnie? Use your words, princess,” Chan murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumination against Changbin’s damp skin.
Without giving him a moment to collect his scattered thoughts, Chan alternated to the other side. His broad hands slid down to firmly grip the edges of the green lace, pulling the fabric all the way down to free both breasts completely.
Chan pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark and dilated as he hungrily took in the view of Changbin’s fully exposed chest, the muscles heaving with every ragged breath.
“Damn, baby. Such pretty boobs you have,” Chan praised, his palm coming up to weigh the heavy, soft muscle in his hand, squeezing it firmly. “Only to hide them from daddy, hm? Guess daddy is gonna have to give them some attention while he can.”
Before Changbin could attempt to form a coherent sentence through the thick cotton-fuzz in his brain, Chan leaned down and bit the hardened bud. He applied just enough pressure to make Changbin gasp before immediately soothing the sting with a slow, wet stroke of his tongue.
A loud, incredibly needy moan tore from the back of Changbin's throat. The sensation cut straight through him, completely erasing any lingering restraint. Losing all control over his own body, Changbin began to rock his hips harder, grinding his bare, lace-clad heat desperately down against Chan's solid erection, completely desperate for the release he was being denied.
A dark, sharp smirk cut across Chan’s face as he felt the desperate, frantic rhythm of Changbin’s hips grinding down against him. He stopped his mouth entirely, pulling back just enough to leave Changbin’s wet, swollen peaks cold and aching in the room's air.
“Ohhh,” Chan purred, his large hands anchoring firmly on Changbin’s hips to stop the desperate rocking motion. “Looks like Binnie doesn't need daddy's dick to cum. Only his mouth... doesn't he, princess?”
“Please, daddy,” Changbin moaned helplessly, his mind completely gone, entirely replaced by the heavy, thick fog of compliance. His eyes were unfocused as he arched his chest forward, blindly trying to guide Chan’s mouth back down to his damp skin. He just needed the friction, the biting heat, anything to break the tension building between his thighs.
Smack!
The sharp sound of Chan’s palm connecting firmly with Changbin's lace-clad ass echoed through the room, the sudden sting making the younger man gasp and freeze instantly in his lap.
“No,” Chan said firmly, his voice dropping into a stern, unyielding command that brooked absolutely no argument. He gripped Changbin’s waist tight enough to leave bruises, tilting his chin up so their eyes locked.
“You tell daddy what you want, baby,” Chan dictated, his gaze dark and entirely possessive. “Daddy leads, and daddy decides when and if his baby girl gets to cum. Got it?." He asked.
Chan’s hard expression melted, replaced by a dark, honeyed warmth that was entirely more dangerous. He softened his voice, his large palm slowing down to rub soothing, heavy circles over the spot on Changbin's ass that still stung from the smack.
He leaned close, his dark eyes locking onto Changbin's blown-out, unfocused pupils. “You gonna tell daddy what you want, princess?”
Changbin swallowed hard, his chest heaving under the cool air of the room. The absolute dominance in Chan’s voice left him feeling completely undone, the thick cotton-fuzz in his brain making it almost impossible to think. He shifted slightly on Chan’s lap, his face burning a bright, furious crimson as he looked down.
“Daddy’s mouth…” Changbin whispered shyly, his voice small and trembling.
“Where do you need it, baby?” Chan asked, his voice a low, gravelly purr that vibrated right through Changbin’s thighs.
“On… on Binnie’s chest,” Changbin murmured, his fingers weakly curling into the front of Chan’s shirt as he tried to pull him back down.
“Chest?” Chan asked back, halting his movements completely. He raised an eyebrow, a teasing, possessive smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he forced Changbin to look at him. “You mean on your pretty tits, baby?”
Changbin froze, the air caught in his throat as he stared into Chan's dark, uncompromising eyes. The sudden pause in action made the throbbing ache between his thighs turn excruciatingly sharp.
Chan didn't hesitate. He reached up with both hands, his large, warm palms fully cupping Changbin's heavy pectoral muscles. He kneaded them firmly, lifting the thick, muscle-soft weight to emphasize just how round and full they felt underneath his grip.
"These tits, Binnie? Your pretty, heavy tits, baby?" Chan murmured, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration.
To drive the point home, Chan leaned in and swiped his tongue over one swollen, sensitive peak, a wet, hot stroke that made Changbin’s back arch automatically. But before Changbin could melt into the sensation, Chan pulled back entirely, leaving the bud cold and wet in the air.
He stayed right there, his hands still weighing Changbin’s chest, his eyes dilated and heavily focused as he waited. He wasn't going to give another inch until he heard the exact words he wanted. He wanted his perfect little princess to claim the title completely.
Changbin whined softly, his hips hitching forward instinctively against Chan’s hard length, his mind entirely wrapped in thick, suffocating cotton. His face burned, his eyes tearing up slightly from the sheer, overwhelming need to have Chan's mouth back on his skin.
"O-On my..." Changbin stammered, his fingers tightening desperately in Chan's shirt as he looked up through his lashes. "On my pretty tits, daddy... please."
"You want daddy's mouth on these pretty tits, baby?" Chan asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble designed to drive the point home completely. He didn't wait for a verbal answer this time; the desperate, trembling nod from Changbin was more than enough.
Chan leaned forward and hungrily sucked one of the swollen peaks back into his warm, wet mouth.
A sharp, ragged gasp tore from Changbin’s throat, his fingers instantly burying themselves deep into Chan’s hair as the older man pulled the sensitive bud between his lips, swirling his tongue around it with a fierce, possessive hunger. The sudden contrast of the intense heat against his cool skin sent a violent tremor straight down Changbin’s spine, his back arching beautifully as he completely surrendered to the sensation.
While his mouth went to work re-marking his territory on Changbin's chest, Chan’s large hand wandered down. His palm scraped slowly along the smooth line of Changbin’s back, tracking the curve of his spine until it reached the waistband of the green lace.
Without breaking the rhythm of his deep, drawing sucks, Chan slid his hand down to firmly cup Changbin's ass. He squeezed the thick, soft cheek, anchoring him tightly against his lap so that every desperate, needy twitch of Changbin’s hips ground him directly into the rigid length of Chan's erection below.
Chan’s mouth didn't stop devouring Changbin’s chest, his tongue swirling and flattening against the highly sensitive buds until they were slick and thoroughly marked. Below the waist, both of his large hands actively fondled Changbin's ass, kneading the firm flesh before spreading the soft cheeks wide to fully expose his entrance to the cool air of the room.
Changbin let out a broken, high-pitched whine against Chan's neck, his mind entirely consumed by the blinding haze of the sensory overload.
Without breaking the intense rhythm of his mouth on Changbin’s tits, Chan reached blindly for the coffee table. With expert, practiced ease, he flipped the cap off the bottle of silicone lube with his thumb. He poured a generous, heavy stream of the slick liquid directly into his palm, coating his fingers in a thick, frictionless layer of warmth.
Before Changbin could brace himself, Chan slid his lube-covered fingers directly down, pressing them flat against the tight, puckered opening.
“Ah—! Hyung!” Changbin cried out, a loud, ragged moan tearing from his throat.
Chan didn't push inside yet; instead, he began to trace his fingers around the tight ring in slow, deliberate circles, slicking the outer skin and massaging the muscle to ease the tension. The intense, slippery friction made Changbin’s entire body shudder. Lost completely to the fog of compliance, his back arched beautifully, and he began to grind his hips down in desperate, heavy circles against Chan’s hand, pleading silently for the depth he knew was coming next.
Chan pulled his mouth away from Changbin’s wet, flushed chest, leaning back just enough to stare directly into his glossy, unfocused eyes. Below, his lube-slicked fingers continued their relentless, circular massage around the tight ring of the opening, keeping the younger man entirely suspended on the edge of a breakdown.
Without a word of warning, Chan shifted his hand, pressing the broad pad of his thumb firmly against the very center of the tight entrance. With a slow, deliberate push, he popped the tip of his digit right past the initial barrier, entering the hot, gripping interior.
“Ah! Hyung—!” Changbin shattered, a loud, high-pitched moan tearing from his throat.
His entire body convulsed violently at the sudden invasion. Straddling Chan’s lap, his bare, aching length twitched helplessly against the older man’s stomach, leaking heavy strings of precum down their skin. The walls of his opening clamped down immediately, frantically pulsing around the intruding thumb.
Chan’s eyes dilated to near-total darkness at the sheer, suffocating tightness gripping his finger. A low, heavy chuckle vibrated deep in his chest.
“Damn… what a tight little pussy my baby has,” Chan spoke lowly, his gravelly voice dripping with absolute, dark possession.
The explicit, humiliating term pierced straight through the thick cotton-fuzz in Changbin’s brain. His inner walls gave a violent, involuntary twitch, clamping down even harder around Chan’s thumb as a dark crimson blush rushed all the way down to his collarbone. He whined out a broken objection, but his hips did the exact opposite, hitching forward instinctively to bury Chan’s hand even deeper between his thighs.
“Not a pussy…” Changbin moaned and panted out, his head rolling back against Chan’s shoulder as his fingers clawed weakly at the broad muscles of Chan's arms. The thick fog of submission made the protest sound entirely half-hearted, more of a desperate whimper than a real denial.
“Really?” Chan teased, a dark, dangerous smirk spreading across his face.
To punish the slight defiance, he pressed his weight forward, forcing a fraction more of his thick thumb past the tight ring of the muscle. The sudden intrusion made Changbin gasp loudly, his knees shaking against Chan’s hips as his body stretched to accommodate the expanding width.
“Feels like a pussy, baby,” Chan growled lowly, his thumb moving in a slow, agonizingly deep circle that stroked the burning interior walls. “So hot, wet, and tight… practically fighting to swallow my finger down. Feel how wet your pussy is for daddy, hm?”
Changbin’s chest heaved, his heavy muscles glistening with sweat under the dim studio lights. He couldn't stop the desperate, rhythmic twitching of his lower body, his bare length completely slick and dragging against Chan's stomach with every micro-movement.
“Leaking in need for more of daddy’s fingers…” Chan murmured, leaning his face in until his hot breath brushed directly against the shell of Changbin’s burning ear. He let his lips trail down to nip possessively at the sensitive column of his neck. “…or daddy’s cock?”
Before Changbin could even attempt to process the heavy, filthy words, Chan drove his thumb in further, burying the digit completely to the knuckle in one deep, unyielding thrust.
“Ah! Daddy—!” Changbin screamed out, his back arching into a rigid, breathless curve as his inner walls violently clamped down, utterly ruined by the sudden depth.
The sheer volume of friction and slick moisture had completely ruined what was left of the dark green lace. The sheer fabric of the panties was entirely soaked through—saturated from the heavy stream of silicone lube coating Chan’s hand at his ass, and thoroughly drenched by the thick, continuous leak of precum from Changbin's own length, which was smeared hard across Chan’s rigid, defined six-pack with every desperate movement.
When Chan driven his thumb all the way in to the knuckle, Changbin’s entire world narrowed down to a single point of overwhelming sensation.
He let out a sharp, shattered whimper, his hard length twitching violently against Chan’s slick abdomen as a heavy line of fluid smeared upward against the older man's skin. The interior walls of his opening contracted in frantic, rhythmic waves, violently clamping down on the thick digit as his body tried to process the intense stretch.
“Daddy... close...” Changbin whimpered, the thick cotton-fuzz in his brain completely giving way to absolute, blinding need.
Losing all control, he buried his face deeply into the crook of Chan’s neck, his teeth sinking down to bite into the broad, warm muscle of Chan's shoulder to anchor himself through the intense spike of pleasure. His hips gave a weak, involuntary stutter upward, desperately trying to lock himself against Chan's hand as he hovered right on the precipice of an unassisted release.
“Does baby want more of daddy's fingers in his boy pussy?” Chan asked, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly register that vibrated straight through Changbin’s chest. He ignored the sharp sting of teeth on his shoulder, utterly fueled by the tight, desperate pulsing of the walls around his thumb. “Gonna cum just from daddy's fingers stretching you out for daddy's cock, hm?”
To drive the point home, Chan began to pump his thumb in a slow, brutal rhythm, drawing it nearly all the way out before burying it back to the knuckle.
Each stroke made Changbin shudder violently, his thighs locking tight around Chan’s waist as a high, broken string of moans left his lips. He was so close, his length twitching erratically against Chan’s slick stomach, completely overwhelmed by the intense friction of the lace.
Then, without warning, Chan pulled his thumb completely out.
The sudden emptiness was agonizing. Changbin let out a loud, frustrated whine, his head dropping back from Chan’s shoulder as his hips instinctively twitched upward, chasing the missing heat.
“H-Hyung, please, don’t—”
“Shh, daddy’s got you,” Chan interrupted firmly.
Before Changbin could even process the lack of friction, he felt the slick, heavy weight of two fingers pressing flat against his highly sensitized, stretched entrance. Chan didn't hesitate, immediately applying steady pressure as he slid both his pointer and index fingers partly inside the tight ring of muscle.
The sudden increase in width was immense. Changbin’s eyes went completely wide, a shattered, breathless cry tearing from his throat as the two thick digits forced his inner walls to stretch wider than before, filling him with a heavy, thick ache that had him locking his fingers desperately into Chan's hair once again.
The broken sound tore from the back of Changbin’s throat, a heavy, unraveled moan that vibrated right against Chan's chest. His entire body felt entirely undone, his muscles trembling violently as his inner walls frantically pulsed, trying to stretch and yield around the thick, double intrusion of Chan's fingers.
Chan didn't give him a second to adjust to the new width. He held Changbin's hips firmly, keeping him anchored tight against his lap while his fingers pushed a fraction deeper, stretching the tight ring of muscle until Changbin was completely breathless, his head rolling back as his leaking length twitched helplessly against Chan’s stomach.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy is tightening up even more,” Chan growled, his voice thick and gravelly as the walls of Changbin's opening desperately clamped down on the double width of his fingers. He could feel the intense, rhythmic pulsing of the muscles, completely slick and trembling around him. “You gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum from daddy’s fingers in your pussy, hm?”
Chan didn't wait for a verbal answer. With a heavy, deliberate motion, he began to thrust his fingers in and out, the wet, squelching sound of the silicone lube filling the quiet space between them. He hooked his digits upward, intentionally searching the burning interior walls for the highly sensitive nodule he knew would completely ruin his princess.
It didn't take long. His knuckles pressed deep, his fingertips sweeping over the distinct, firm swell of Changbin's prostate.
“Ah—! There! There, daddy!” Changbin screamed out, a loud, shattered, incredibly needy moan tearing from his throat.
His entire body violently convulsed, his back arching into a rigid, breathless curve as a fresh, heavy rush of precum smeared across Chan’s slick stomach. His fingers clawed frantically into the fabric of Chan's shirt, his hips hitching upward completely out of his own control as he practically begged for the relentless, heavy friction to keep hitting the exact spot.
Chan didn't waste a single second. Keeping his grip tight on Changbin’s waist, he firmly guided the younger man down onto the soft cushions of the couch, pinning him beneath his bulk. In one swift, unyielding motion, Chan hooked his fingers into the waistband of the thoroughly ruined green lace panties and pulled them completely off, tossing them aside to leave Changbin entirely bare and shivering in the cool air.
Changbin whimpered, his thighs trembling as he lay exposed beneath Chan's dark, possessive gaze. His chest heaved, his damp, sensitive peaks still flushed and aching for touch.
Chan reached over to the table and grabbed the pink dildo, coating the smooth silicone in a generous, thick layer of the remaining lube. He parted Changbin’s knees, pushing his legs back to fully expose the tight, twitching opening that was still slick and weeping from the finger stretch.
Without giving him a moment to overthink, Chan pressed the broad, rounded tip directly against the tight ring of muscle and slid it inside with a slow, heavy push, filling him completely.
“Ah! Daddy—!” Changbin cried out, his hands flying up to grip the cushions as his inner walls instantly clamped down around the thick, unyielding shape. His hard length twitched erratically against his own stomach, leaking heavily.
Chan reached down to the base of the toy, his thumb clicking the power button. The dildo instantly roared to life, sending deep, intense vibrations humming straight through the core of Changbin’s most sensitive spot.
“You can cum, baby,” Chan growled lowly, leaning down to press a heavy, wet kiss right over the swollen bud on Changbin's chest. “Just tell daddy.”
Chan looked down at him, his dark eyes dilated as he watched the deep, heavy vibrations of the toy wreck completely through Changbin's body. The pink silicone hummed powerfully inside, sending relentless shocks directly against his prostate with every single second.
"Tell me, Binnie," Chan commanded, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly rumble right against his ear. His large hand came down to cup Changbin's jaw, forcing him to look up through his wet, thick lashes. "Tell daddy you need to cum."
"D-Daddy—ah! Please, let me—let princess cum!" Changbin sobbed out, his hips hitching completely off the couch cushion as his bare length twitched violently, a thick drop of precum rolling down his stomach. He was entirely undone, his fingers digging into the leather of the sofa as the intense stimulation drove him right to the absolute edge.
Chan smirked darkly, leaning down to capture his lips in a deep, bruising kiss as he reached out to ruthlessly pinch one of Changbin's wet, swollen tits. "Good girl. Cum for daddy, princess."
Just as the intense vibrations pushed Changbin completely over the precipice, Chan moved with ruthless coordination to shatter whatever control the younger man had left.
Chan leaned down and hungrily sucked one of Changbin's swollen buds deep back into his mouth, his tongue swirling fiercely against the wet peak. Simultaneously, his large hand gripped the base of the vibrating pink toy, angling it sharply upward to target the prostate perfectly before driving the blunt tip home in one final, deep thrust.
“Ah—! Daddy! D-Daddy—!”
The sudden, overwhelming depth combined with the intense friction was too much. Changbin’s voice broke into a high-pitched, shattered cry as his body completely gave out. His back arched off the sofa cushion in a rigid, trembling line, and his legs shook violently against Chan’s sides as he came hard. Thick ropes of semen sprayed across his own stomach and chest, his inner walls convulsing in tight, desperate waves around the humming toy as he was reduced to a moaning, sobbing mess.
Chan’s eyes turned entirely dark at the sight and the tight, suffocating pulses gripping the dildo. The heat in the room was palpable, his own patience completely spent.
Without breaking his gaze from Changbin’s flushed, unraveled face, Chan quickly undid his pants and freed his thick, rigid length. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking himself in a few fast, heavy, friction-filled motions. A low, gravelly groan tore from his throat as he reached his own limit.
Chan leaned over Changbin's heaving chest, stroking himself a final time before releasing a thick, hot load directly over Changbin's slick stomach, mixing their fluids together on his skin. Panting heavily, Chan collapsed his weight slightly forward, resting his forehead against Changbin's wet shoulder while the younger man continued to twitch helplessly beneath him.
The heavy silence of the room was broken only by their ragged, synchronized breathing as they rested together on the couch. Changbin lay completely limp beneath Chan’s broad frame, his chest heaving as his racing heart slowly began to settle from the blinding intensity of the release. His eyes were half-closed, heavy with the deep, exhausted satisfaction of complete submission.
Chan propped himself up slightly on his elbows, looking down at the slick, wet mess covering Changbin’s lower abdomen and chest. A dark, thoroughly satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Leaning down, Chan pressed his lips directly against the shell of Changbin's burning ear. He reached a hand down, his large palm spreading the warm fluid across the smooth skin of Changbin's stomach in slow, soothing circles.
“We didn't get to use the pretty plugs yet,” Chan whispered, his gravelly voice sending a fresh shiver straight down Changbin’s spine.
Changbin let out a faint, exhausted whine, his fingers weakly twitching against Chan’s shoulders. The thick cotton-fuzz in his brain was still heavy, but the mention of the plugs made his inner walls give a small, involuntary pulse around the remaining slickness.
“But soon,” Chan continued, his voice dropping into a low, possessive growl that brooked no argument. He nipped lightly at the sensitive column of Changbin's neck, marking him once more. “Next time, it won't just be daddy's fingers stretching and filling you up. Later one of those pretty plugs will be keeping you filled up with daddy seed all day long, princess.”