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Minho has been keeping a little secret. It's actually more of an open secret because he has never denied nor confirmed it. Not like anyone asked.
He just thinks it may be a bit controversial that he really wants to make Seungmin cry when they have sex.
You see, it wasn't like this spawned out of nowhere. He already likes the way Seungmin writhes under him, looping his lanky arms around Minho's neck as he spills all over himself, face blissed out and panting.
So, it's not Minho's fault that he likes it even more when he sees Seungmin's eyes watery with unshed tears as Minho fucks into him. Hell, on a good day, he could see a tear or two rolling down his cheeks as soon as Minho makes him come.
Despite the tears, Seungmin has never actually cried.
The tears rolling down Seungmin's pretty and fucked out face had all merely been an accumulation of tears. Only falling when Seungmin is shutting his eyes tight closed at the overwhelming wave of pleasure when he reaches his high.
By the time Minho finishes (which is really just a few thrusts later) and is peppering his boyfriend's face with kisses to calm them both down, Seungmin's tears would have already dried out. He'll be giggling loudly with his hands pressed to Minho's chest when the older's lips brushes past his cheeks to his ears, "Minho hyung! That tickles!"
Minho would clean both of them up with the damp cloth he prepared at the side, and they will take a bath together as Seungmin leans against Minho's chest and tell him how good he did and vice versa. After all that, they will lay down together to talk about their day and if they have the energy for it, finish another episode or two of their favourite sitcoms before falling asleep tangled in each other's arms.
He is happy with this, will never ever complain about his sex life because he can never get tired of how Seungmin looks under him, pliant, hazy-eyed, always so good for him. Hence, it first scared him in the beginning when he found himself wanting a little more.
Minho wanted to see Seungmin break into a full sob, all on top of the pretty whines and whimpers that leaves his mouth. He wanted to see if Seungmin would be babbling and incoherent, the way he sometimes does after Minho has pulled multiple orgasms out of him. God, Minho would love to see if his tears will trickle down his flushed cheeks continuously as that happens. And when they're calming down from the waves of pleasure, he wonders if Seungmin will let out little sniffles while Minho kisses the tears away.
This is the only few circumstances Minho would ever want to see him cry. One reason being the fact he doesn't think he has seen anyone look as sad as Seungmin does when crying. And he detests nothing more than his boyfriend looking like a kicked puppy when he's upset. Minho hates it when he hears Seungmin's words choking up after an absolute dogshit horrible week and hates it even more when Seungmin tries so hard to stop himself from crying.
Minho made a silent promise to himself that the only tears Seungmin is allowed to let out is out of happiness and from being fucked senseless by him.
So yes, Minho is aware of this slightly sinful, very lustful desire of his. He feels like a scheming pervert and even feels a little bit guilty about not having a prior discussion with Seungmin about it.
Minho had intended on it at first. But when he sat himself down trying to find a way to tell Seungmin, he realised what he wanted may put unwanted pressure on Seungmin instead. Minho would much rather jump off a cliff than entertaining even the mere thought of Seungmin feeling like he needs to live up to Minho's standards (even though said standards is Kim Seungmin himself).
Minho would love to see him cry in bed but not if it's putting Seungmin's enjoyment behind anything else just to feed his fantasies. At the end of the day, all he really cares about is Seungmin's pleasure.
Minho has kept his tabs though, knows exactly what Seungmin enjoys and what elicits the best reactions out of him.
Seungmin loves the intimacy of it all. Minho does as well, loves it when they both take it slow, no one in the world was there to rush them as they just make love to each other and enjoy the physical connection they can create.
Seungmin is also a freak who enjoys being manhandled, acts especially bratty so that he'll get Minho all riled up which results in Seungmin getting thrown around how ever Minho deemed fit. Mostly ending up with Seungmin being pressed down and pounded into the sheets with nowhere for him to go.
Seungmin has a huge thing for being called puppy in bed. If the collar, puppy ears and tail plug they have is anything to go by. They have not gone too deep into it, just dabbling in it here and there. Though Minho doesn't miss how much easier it is to unravel Seungmin whenever he's being a puppy.
All of these had yielded near succesful results in getting Seungmin to cry, though they're not quite there yet. Despite so, Minho is nothing if not a man of faith.
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It was a Friday evening when Minho was cooking up a nice dinner for him and Seungmin after he got home from work. He knows Seungmin has had a horrible time at work the past two weeks, coming home after 9pm rather than his usual 5pm every day.
"Our client suddenly pushed forward the deadline, told us we need to get the project draft ready by next week when it was supposed to be done by the end of the month." Seungmin had explained at the start.
Minho nods in understanding, just tells Seungmin how good he will do and showers him with as much kisses as he could have possibly given until Seungmin had fallen asleep in his arms. Minho does so every night when Seungmin collapses in his arms in exhaustion to remind him that he's always here for him.
Thankfully, Seungmin's team was able to complete the draft just yesterday, a day earlier than intended, granting Seungmin an off day today to which he spent the entire day sleeping.
Minho was cooking kimchi stew, knows it's Seungmin's favourite and will definitely bring some energy back to him. When the stew was ready, he goes to their shared room and sees Seungmin still sleeping peacefully. Minho debated on just letting Seungmin sleep but thinks he should at least eat something before the day ends.
"Seungmin-ah, wake up," he says softly, rubbing his boyfriend's arm gently to guide him awake. Seungmin pried a sleepy eye open at that, a pout on his lips as he tries to blink the sleepiness away.
"Come on, baby," Minho leans down to peck his lips, "I made kimchi stew."
See, Minho was trying to be all romantic today, had a plan of running Seungmin a nice bath after dinner and then cuddling together in bed as they catch up on the sitcoms they couldn't watch together the past two weeks. Kim Seungmin on the other hand seemed to have better plans.
"Minho hyung... need you," he mumbles groggily, still coming out of his sleepy state.
"What is it that you need, baby? I'll go get it for you," Minho answers innocently, ready to dash out the door to grab whatever it is that Seungmin wants.
"No hyung, I need you," Seungmin says again, more awake and his eyes were finally fully open as he stares up at Minho. "Need you to fuck me, please hyung."
Well, dinner be damned.
"Oh, puppy," Minho coos, bringing his hand to cup Seungmin's cheek, "Must have been so pent up, haven't you?"
Seungmin instantly melted into his touch, nodding and nuzzling his cheek further into Minho's hand. He looks up at Minho expectantly. Minho tries his best not to combust.
"Do you need hyung to take care of you, hm?" He leans in closer and kisses Seungmin's forehead, his nose and then his lips, "Let hyung fuck you stupid until you forget everything, how does that sound?"
A small broken 'please' was all that left Seungmin's lips. Even in the slightly dim room, Minho can see how widely blown Seungmin's pupils were and he fears he isn't fairing very well himself either. Minho climbs into bed, on top of Seungmin and presses their lips together in a searing kiss, letting it linger until they need to part to breathe. A desperate whine escapes Seungmin when they parted, trying to crane his neck up to chase after Minho's lips.
"Puppy, you got to be patient," Minho contradicts himself by closing the gap between them once more, then, "Do you want hyung to get your puppy things?"
Seungmin eyes were already glazed over with a haze and want, shyly nodding at the suggestion. Minho makes his trip to the closet fast, comes back and immediately clips the puppy ears on his messy bed hair which makes him look even cuter than he already is. He then clasps the collar in place and takes a second to admire the view.
Minho gives in to his urge and captures Seungmin's lips in his once more, parts to say, "So pretty." Seungmin makes a small sound barely audible, blushing furiously at the praise.
"Gonna get you ready for your tail now."
Minho hooks a finger around the waistband of Seungmin's shorts to pull them off along with his boxers, letting his already hard and leaking cock free. He was going to strip Seungmin completely bare. But he looked so comfy in his baby blue hoodie with both his large hands getting drowned by the sleeves into sweater paws. He decides to leave that on.
"Hips up, pup."
Seungmin obediently does as told, Minho slides a pillow under him before guiding Seungmin to lie back down with a hand. He slides himself between Seungmin's legs, who opens them instinctively to let him in, and sccops a hand under one of Seungmin's knees.
He grabs the lube from the bedside drawer, coats his fingers with them. Seungmin jolts as Minho pushes a lubed finger past his rim, earning him a gentle rub on the knee.
Minho fucks his finger in and out of Seungmin slowly, taking his time since it's been over two weeks since they've done anything. He also wanted to focus on Seungmin's pleasure today so he needs to make sure it won't hurt, though he knows Seungmin wouldn't mind (definitely loves the pain sometimes). He's planning to thread this with care, especially after the incredibly difficult two weeks Seungmin had at work.
Minho tilts his head to press kisses on Seungmin's thighs, occassionally sucking and nibbling on any flesh he can catch between his teeth. Seungmin already looks overwhelmed, his arms covering his face, cock leaking out so much precum it's forming a wet patch on his hoodie.
There were tiny whines leaving his mouth which became desperate whimpers when Minho adds another finger, stretching him open further when he's scissoring him. He wonders what face Seungmin was making behind his arms, would really love to see how it's contorted in pleasure while being undone on his fingers. Minho chooses not to push it for now and instead, redirects his entire focus on opening Seungmin up nicely.
Seungmin's moans only grew louder as Minho picks up the pace of his fingers. He squeezes more lube at the rim before inserting a third finger, listens to the squelching noise at each push and ravishes in the gasp that Seungmin does when he presses on that sweet spot inside of him.
Seungmin's legs were trembling, stomach quivering in a way Minho knows indicates an approaching orgasm. He lets his fingers graze past his prostate once more, pulling out a loud whine from Seungmin.
"H-hyung- hng... hah! m' clo- close..!" Seumgmin finally removes his arms away from his face, hands scrambling to find purchase in the sheets. Minho brings a hand to lace their fingertips together, helping to ground him. He leans down to get a good look at Seungmin's face. Flushed cheeks, his mouth opening around another moan and eyes tight shut with tears clumped stubbornly on his lashes.
"Does puppy not want to come on hyung's dick instead?" Minho asks, a teasing edge to his voice. "Or do you want hyung to make you come again and again?" He doesn't stop fucking his fingers into Seungmin, though he deliberately slows them down to delay his orgasm. "Are you able to take it?"
Seungmin squeezes the hand that was holding his, nodding so hard at Minho's words his puppy ears were flopping up and down, "Can t-take it... pup- puppy can take it, hyung... please-"
Minho felt the heat of his own arousal growing heavier in his pants, takes in a shaky breath to rein himself in at the impact Seungmin's words had on him. Minho realises he'd just been staring when Seungmin makes a small noise of impatience. Minho promptly gives in to his pleas, pumping his fingers at a faster pace and makes sure it hits just right into his prostate.
Minho drinks in the delicious sight of how just that has Seungmin coming untouched with a high keen. His hips bucked up at the overwhelming rush of pleasure as he spilled all over himself, pooling atop his hoodie in the process.
"There we go, baby. Did so well for hyung." Minho presses a kiss to Seungmin's right ear, just below the mole that sits pretty there and then moves to kiss his damped eyes. He continues to kiss small praises into Seungmin's ears and down his jaw through his first orgasm, fingers coming to a slow stop before pulling them out when Seungmin's back flops back down on the bed.
Minho pulls himself up slightly, letting his hands support his weight to get a good look at Seungmin's face. He doesn't even bother resisting the temptation to give the boy a kiss, lips already connected before he knows it. Minho praises again when he's drawn himself back, "Always so good for me, my pretty pup."
"'yung's pretty pup," Seungmin repeats after. His words were slightly slurred and he's smiling up at Minho dumbly, already so far gone. Minho's chest swells with so much affection, so much love for his puppy of a boyfriend that he might just explode at how cute Seungmin was being.
He also knows it wasn't going to take too long before he gets Seungmin incoherent, exactly where Minho wants him to be. Knows it's going to help Seungmin shut his brain off as he lets himself seep into the pleasure knowing he's safe with Minho.
Still, there's no rush to get there right now so he picks Seungmin's tail up.
"Baby, ready for your tail now?" Minho checks in, slicking up the plug with more lube as he waits for an answer.
"Ready," Seungmin whispers, barely audible. Minho smiles and gives him a peck on the forehead, moves his way down to circle the lubed plug around Seungmin's swollen rim. Seungmin's breath hitched slightly at that, and lets out a louder gasp when it's being pushed in, stretching him out again. Minho inches the plug in slowly, angles it such that it doesn't touch Seungmin's prostate knowing he's still sensitive from his previous high.
Seungmin is already half-hard again by the time the tail is buried fully in him, flushed all over yet he looks so satiated like this and even more so beautiful.
"Okay, pup?"
"Mm... s'kay..." Seungmin mumbles out with a shaky voice. Minho scratches the scalp beneath his puppy ears and smiles down at Seungmin's delightful purr.
"Gonna move you to my lap now, puppy."
Seungmin makes a grabby hand at that, wraps himself around Minho's neck and lets himself be carried up and settled onto Minho's steady thighs. Their bodies pressed right into each other's, the only thing separating them being Seungmin's hoodie and Minho's shirt. Even in Seungmin's half foggy state, he manages to say in a daze, "Hyungie's hard."
Minho can only let out a breath of laugh at that, now increasingly aware of the tight ache strained beneath. He pecks the dopy smile on Seungmin's lips, "Mhm, see what you do to hyung, puppy?", and then laughs a little louder when Seungmin croons his neck down to hide his face in Minho's shoulder, clearly flustered. Minho really thinks his heart is going to burst before his dick does.
"Alright, puppy. Eyes up here," Minho knows he must sound so disgustingly fond right now as he cups Seungmin's jaw to tilt his head up, but what can he do when his boyfriend is being this adorable and looking at him with such doe puppy eyes.
"Wanna help!" Seungmin yips with a sort of determination, hands pawed at Minho's shoulder but not moving to touch unless he's told so.
Minho thinks he can last a little longer though, already sat Seungmin down nicely on his lap and had planned to take his time to mark Seungmin's neck up nicely and then make him come again with a handjob. He wants to give in to Seungmin, he really does, but he's also afraid he'll be too tired to go on if he comes now and Minho doesn't want that. He still has a pretty puppy to fuck on his cock.
Minho kisses Seungmin's nose in apology, "Sorry puppy, hyung already has plans for you."
Seungmin juts his bottom lip out in an adorable pout, unhappy at not being allowed to help his hyung. Minho presses their lips together to kiss that pout off, muffling Seungmin's startled whine even and nips on the bottom of Seungmin's lip when he pulls back. He gets right into business as he starts trailing his kisses down the sides of Seungmin's mouth down his jaw then his neck.
Minho's hands move down past his hoodie, hikes his hand up the hem to hold onto the skin at Seungmin's waist. Minho always loves the way they slightly curve in from his hip up, is absolutely intoxicated by how tiny Seungmin's waist is that even both his own small hands can almost engulf whenever he holds them.
Seungmin shivers in his hold, cock jerking up without meaning to. He knows how much Seungmin likes being held like this, loves the security of it. Minho doesn't stop placing barely there kisses on Seungmin's neck, lips ghosting around, his hold tight and unfaltering.
With both Seungmin's collar and hoodie on, it restricts the areas Minho can work with but it is also so much easier to rile Seungmin up like this.
Minho has already memorised all of Seungmin's sensitive spots by now, knows by heart which sides gives him the best reactions. He started planting open kisses around his neck, tongue darting out to lick the spot right below Seungmin's jaw. Seungmin does a full shudder at that, lets out a breathy moan which encourages Minho to continue.
He sucks on the flesh there, giving it occasional nibbles until a pink spot blooms there, light but a beautifully stark contrast from the rest of Seungmin's neck. Minho sinks his teeth down around the round spot, bites until he's sure it will leave an imprint of his molars on Seungmin's smooth skin.
"Agh-! M-Minho hyung—" Seungmin gasps loudly and squirms around, bunching up the material of Minho's shirt tightly in his hands. It disrupts Minho's ability to map out his marks properly.
"No moving yet, puppy. I'm trying to mark what's mine." He holds Seungmin's hips down when it bucks up again and grips onto his waist tightly, "Don't. Move."
Seungmin whimpers sadly but obeyingly settles at that, allowing Minho to continue painting the rest of his unblemished skin. It was easy for Minho to get completely enthralled in Seungmin's cute little whines and gasps as he does.
Mark after mark, bite after bite. Minho takes his time to carve out every one of them until Seungmin's entire neck and collarbone were littered with fresh spots of pink, teeth marks around some of them like a territory claim.
He holds Seungmin through it all, knows it was getting way too much for the puppy when he can feel Seungmin's cock twitching uncontrollably between them, can feel his precum seeping through his own shirt and sticking to his skin.
Minho removes a hand from his waist then wraps it around Seungmin's neglected dick. Seungmin arched into the touch, keening at the small relief it brings but also wanting to chase for more. The amount of precum Seungmin had leaked out was enough for Minho to glide his hands smoothly, a wet slick sound following every jerk of his cock.
"Such a needy pup, you hear that?" Minho says a little meanly, watches as Seungmin was very quickly being unravelled with each slide of his hand.
"Ngh- hah-! hyu-hyung-!"
It took no more than a few pumps before Seungmin was coating Minho's fingers with his come, reeling in the pleasure before going limp in Minho's lap.
Minho holds Seungmin's face up, heart almost lurching out his mouth when he notices two drops of tears that were halfway down Seungmin's face. He knows Seungmin isn't crying just yet with how he was just looking at Minho with half-lidded dazed eyes and panting heavily. Still, he takes the opportunity to kiss the tears away.
"Do you think you can do one more, puppy?"
Seungmin takes a while to process the question but eventually nods. Minho kisses his head and lies Seungmin back down with his back on the pillow. He eases the plug out out of Seungmin gently, shushes him with a few kisses as he whimpered sadly at the emptiness, hole clenching around nothing.
Minho puts the tail aside, ridding himself off his own pants and finally lets his cock spring free. He wasn't surprised to see how flushed it was, an angry red and glossed at the tip from his precum already coating all around it. He fears he wasn't going to last very long, though he has a feeling Seungmin wasn't going to either.
Minho wraps a hand around himself, lets out a sigh so loud as the relief blankets over him. He smears his precum along his length, slicks himself up with more lube to make sure it's comfortable for Seungmin. It was difficult not to get lost in chasing this pleasure, but Minho remembers something even better that was laying in front of him.
Seungmin was waiting patiently for Minho, just staring at him and also hardening with interest despite having came two times already.
"Sorry for making you wait, pretty pup," Minho slots himself between Seungmin's legs again, hooks them around his waist as he's lining himself up to the younger's hole. "Gonna have you all to myself now." Minho whispers right into Seungmin's ear and does not miss the shudder that wracks through him.
He starts slow by pressing just the head in, before pushing himself in fully with a swift thrust until he's bottomed out, groans out loud at the warm tightness that wraps around him. Seungmin mewls, hands flying up to clutch onto Minho's back for support at being filled up again.
Minho leans his body forward, almost folding Seungmin into half, burying himself deeper inside of him. Seungmin takes in a shaky breath at that, opens his mouth to say something that sounded like s' full.
"Taking me so well, puppy. Look at you, so so good for me," Minho coos and murmurs sweet praises into Seungmin's ear, brings both his hands up to entwine their fingers together.
Seungmin makes a small noise as he visibly melts at the praise, a dumb smile on his pretty face. Minho pulls his hips back until only his tip was left inside, before pushing back in slowly with a grunt. Seungmin makes another noise when their hips met again.
"All good, puppy?" Minho looks down at Seungmin, stomach feeling like it's about to churn itself inside out with so much want.
"S'good..s-s'gud- gud..." Seungmin blabbers softly with his eyes closed, tongue getting too heavy for him
Minho repeats the action, each time with more force until Seungmin was writhing under him. Seungmin was letting out breathy whimpers at each thrust but Minho thinks they were quieter than usual, much softer than he would like to hear.
He picks up the speed of his thrusts, hips snapping in and angling himself to press into the spot he knows would have Seungmin seeing stars. Seungmin chokes out a sound Minho couldn't even make out and watches how he sucks back in a shallow breath, barely enough.
Seungmin has his head facing the side, eyes tight shut. Minho observes how his shoulders tense, and gazes up where some of his hickies were already setting into a pretty shade of red on his neck. His face was a lot more flushed, mouth refusing to close with drool spilling out the sides.
What Minho paid heed to the most though, was how shallow and sharp Seungmin's breathing was. Almost like he's so lost in the pleasure, like he had forgotten how to even breathe properly.
He can tell that Seungmin's already overwhelmed, releasing so much of himself after a stressful two weeks but Minho doesn't think he's ever seen Seungmin looking this disheveled before.
Minho immediately slows his thrusts, wanting to approach this with more care. "Seungminnie." He calls out as warmly as he could only to be met by another hitched breath and a twitch of his body. Minho cups a hand on Seungmin's cheek to tilt his head to face him, "Hey puppy, look at me."
Seungmin peeled open his eyes to look at Minho hazily, eyes completely glossed over with tears and so close to falling over. Minho couldn't focus on that right now. He just needed to make sure Seungmin was breathing properly before anything else.
His eyes on Seungmin's doesn't leave, still rocking into him at a more comforting pace but pressing in deep so Seungmin can feel him. It doesn't help when Seungmin makes a strained noise every time Minho's hips grinds into him, almost sounding too painful. Minho decides to completely halt his thrusts.
Seungmin did not seem very happy at the loss of movement. His face scrunched slightly, brows furrowing, pupils shaking as he whines out loud as if Minho had just denied him an orgasm. Seungmin was squeezing the hand Minho had kept interlaced and his other hand has Minho's sleeve scrunched up. With all he could manage, he begged for Minho to continue.
"Hngh— 'yung– w-wh— no-!" His words came out garbled and borders on incomprehensible, cracked at all its edges as his words tumbled out without stopping. "Dun'stop- pleasepleaseplease—" Seungmin chokes on his next plea, makes another strained noise while more tears pooled up, some already dripping out the corners.
As much as Minho wanted to ravish the sight of Seungmin's tears, he can't shake of the real issue here. He makes a small hum of disapproval. "Baby, I need you to breathe first."
Seungmin does as much as a few strangled breaths, "Hngh- h—ngh-" His eyes shuts itself in defeat, head thrown back deeper into the pillow as tears pricked at the ends with his chest still tight and shoulders trembling at the effort.
"Puppy." Minho warns, voice dropping to a serious tone, "I'll have to take off your collar if you don't listen."
Another choked whine gets punched out of Seungmin, "N-no—, wan'it—!" Desperation clouding him all over as he tries to take in a breath again. Minho's heart clenches and he gives in, opts to caress a gentle thumb across Seungmin's cheek to help soothe him.
There was little success to Seungmin's breathing attempts, shaky all over and much more shallow than Minho'd like it to be but his whines was a lot less rasped than the previous so that's a step. "Good boy," Minho praises, bringing his hand up to scratch under his puppy ears and Seungmin sucks in another shaky, weak breath, better than the last.
When Minho sees Seungmin's shoulders relax at that, he starts to move his hips again. Seungmin makes another sound, somewhere between a moan and a satisfied sigh. Minho sets his pace at that same slow rythm and presses deep inside without hitting his prostate, wanting it to ease Seungmin further into relaxing himself.
He then tries again, words softer but firm, "Puppy, breathe."
Seungmin's lips wobbles when he finally takes in a proper breath, unsteadily exhales only for a broken cry to get torn out of his throat.
Seungmin's back arches up, head rolling back into the pillow as he shoots out thick ropes of white with a loud cry. Minho can feel the shake of his legs around his waist, hole clenching around him as some of his come drips down onto the sheets below him, shattered from the shockwaves of pleasure.
Minho feels it first.
A hot and wet sensation on the pad of his thumb that was still on Seungmin's cheek, right below his left eye.
Then he sees it.
A tear slipping out of Seungmin's eye followed by another and then another. Before Minho can even process anything, Seungmin's tears were already spilling out uncontrollably down his pink cheeks, breaking into a full sob.
"Hyu-hngh— ah- hyung- s'good— I-hah– hyung–"
Minho completely stills at that.
The sight bestowed upon him was everything and more than he had spent the past few months imagining. Minho thinks his brain must have completely melted out of his ears and exploded on the spot.
Minho's hips shuddered, thrusts faltered. He doesn't even get the chance to pull out before he's toppling over and coming inside with a moan of Seungmin's name. When Minho comes back to himself a little, he peels his face away to take a good look at Seungmin and sees that his cheeks were covered in his tears, still crying and looks down to see he's still hard.
Minho deliriously realises his own dick is twitching back to life and throbbing with an ache for more.
Screw being tired after one round, Minho thinks he can go at it the entire night if it meant Seungmin's crying and writhing under him like this from being fucked so good and dumb.
"S-Seungminnie," Minho pants, mouthing at his wet and flushed cheeks. "Can you gimme one more, baby." He laps up the overflowing tears with his tongue before they can roll down and away, lets the saltiness of it burst on his tastebuds like it's the most delightful thing he can have and begs, "Please. Just one more please, puppy. Please."
More tears spills out of Seungmin's eyes as he sobs through his words, lips trembling with great effort. "M-more..." Seungmin hics in between, body trembling with each one, broken and pitiful, "wan'more- h—hyung, wan'more..."
Minho's blood runs cold and hot all at once the same way he sits on the fine line of being a sadist and a tender lover with how turned on he is by the sight of Seungmin looking and sounding absolutely ruined below him.
He leaves a feather-light kiss to his lips to settle him a little despite himself. Minho lifts both of Seungmin's leg over his shoulders and grunts at the new angle that buries his dick deeper inside. Seungmin whimpers loudly when Minho's pressing his weight down on him, hands grabbing onto the sheets for some comfort at the added pressure.
Minho finds his way to hold onto the trembling fingertips of Seungmin's, anchoring both his hands down on the sheets.
He doesn't waste any time before he has Seungmin dissolving further into the sheets under him, this position allowing Minho to fuck just right into his prostate at every thrust. The absolute rush and intoxication was fogging his own brain with the sobbing mess of his boyfriend under him. Minho, however, doesn't forget to leave kisses around his face to slip his affection in, a gentle action contrasting the brutal snap of his hips.
Seungmin barely lasts a minute before he's babbling out an unintelligible cry that he's close. The poor puppy doesn't even get a second to let it sink in before he's spurting out a pathetically small amount of come that joins the messy pool on his hoodie, already so spent and milked dry despite how hard he's coming.
Minho lets Seungmin's legs fall off his shoulders, tucks his face into his neck as he continues fucking even harder into Seungmin in a blind to chase his own pleasure. He feels the bobbing of Seungmin's throat as he mewls painfully at that.
Minho has half the mind to feel bad, knowing how overstimulated Seungmin already was, but could only mutter out a string of sweet nothings of, "S-so good, my pup— hah- A-almost there— you're doing so well..."
It takes a few more thrusts before Minho's filling Seungmin up, hips finally coming to a slow stop as he comes down from his high. He collapses on top of Seungmin, doesn't let go of their hands but squeezes them to show that he's still there.
Minho takes a few seconds to recollect himself and realises Seungmin has not stopped crying at all. His Seungmin who is now reduced to just babbling for him over and over, broken and wet hyunghyunghyung's slurred messily over his tongue as more tears trickle down his cheeks.
"Baby, puppy, my love." Minho mirrors in a hush, leaning down to kiss his eyes and pressing his forehead against the younger's.
Seungmin's body was still twitching from the aftershocks of his climax, chest heaving up and down erratically while he cries. Minho finally pulls out and tries to ignore the way his come was spilling out and dripping down Seungmin's gaping hole. Instead, he untangles their fingers and brings both of Seungmin's arms to loop around his neck, continues trying to ease Seungmin's sobs by sealing their lips together but it didn't seem to be of much effect.
"Hy-hyung— hhf–hngh– hyung—" Seungmin chokes on every few syllable, only sobbing harder when Minho holds his face in his hands. His eyes look up like they were searching desperately for Minho's, broken whimpers cutting through his throat as his tears continue to pour out helplessly. Entire being so so overwhelmed it slits an open ache right in the middle of Minho's heart.
The only thing making him feel better is knowing that Seungmin's crying from being overcome with pleasure. But he looks so so much like a kicked puppy, and Minho's reminded exactly why he usually hates it when Seungmin cries.
"I've got you," Minho leans down to whisper tenderly and repeats, "Hyung's got you, pup," while he kisses the tears away, even if it keeps flowing and cradles Seungmin's face so gently as if it'll break any moment.
Minho doesn't know how much time has passed, but he doesn't stop for a second from peppering Seungmin's face with kisses even after his breathing has steadied. Mutters praises of how well Seungmin did after each peck he leaves on his skin until Seungmin's sobs turned to hiccups. Minho feels Seungmin pulling him closer in by the neck, tucking his wet face into the crook there as he sniffles.
Minho places a hand under Seungmin's head, feels him nod weakly when asked if he's okay. He switches their position, swoops Seungmin up to sit him on his lap once again and rubs small comforting circles on his back. Seungmin shifts in to press their bodies closer, ignoring the absolute sticky mess between their bodies just to be closer to one another.
Another few minutes or so goes by, Minho had already unclipped the puppy ears and removed his collar. Seungmin has his face buried in Minho's neck, nuzzling there for a bit before finding solace in that space there. Minho doesn't rush Seungmin, lets him take his time to come back to him while petting his hair in a silent reassurance of his presence.
"Puppy, okay?" He asks again when Seungmin's breath finally steadies into a serenity that blends together with the coziness of the room.
Seungmin lets his cheek rest on Minho's shoulder as he nods sleepily, doesn't miss his chance to tilt his head slightly in a silent request for a kiss. Minho indulges him, of course, circles his arms around his waist as he croons his neck to capture Seungmin's lips.
The younger liquifies right into the touch, his entire body going even more lax in Minho's protective hold.
"Let's get cleaned up, pup," Minho parts to say. "It feels uncomfortable, doesn't it?"
Seumgmin nods and makes a face when he looks down at the mess on their bed. Minho giggles at that, drops a peck on his forehead before carrying the both of them to the bathroom where he quickly starts drawing a warm bath. He sits Seungmin on the sink counter, helping him out of the blue hoodie that is for sure unwearable for the public from now on.
Seungmin's giggling softly as Minho was struggling to get the clothing past his head, Minho's face somehow heats up more at that when they were just doing extremely obscene things awhile ago.
When they finally get into the tub, Seungmin lays his back against Minho's chest comfortably. He was drifting in and out of his sleepy state, trying not to cave even when he's clearly exhausted after multiple orgasms. Though, he loses to that fight as soon as Minho starts humming a soft tune all while massaging his favourite lavender scented shampoo into his hair.
Minho doesn't mind one bit, just takes extra care to be gentle as he washes the rest of his body up. He smiles proudly at all the love bites he had left on Seungmin's neck and had to resist the urge to press onto them. Seungmin's letting out tiny snores, sound asleep in Minho's hold and Minho's chest swells up with so much pride at how much of himself Seungmin has entrusted him with.
"You're always so good to me, baby." Minho whispers to no one, but lets his fondness cloud the space they take up.
"I love you, always."
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"Holy shit!" Seungmin exclaims as soon as his eyes fly open the next morning. Minho groans in his sleep at the sudden outburst of Seungmin shooting upright in their bed and saying something his half conscious brain cannot make up.
Minho begrudingly opens an eye when he feels Seungmin slip out of his hold, pulls the younger right back into his arms.
"So noisy..." Minho murmurs, almost drifting right back to sleep.
"Yesterday! Hyung!" Seungmin ignores him and exclaims even louder, wriggling vigorously to try getting out of Minho's arms. Minho groans and finally opens both his eyes when Seungmin showed no signs of settling down.
"What is it, Kim Seungmin? It's too early in the morning."
"It's already 1pm."
Minho's pulling him closer, and Seungmin makes a sound of protest as his back hits Minho's chest and he's wrapping his arms tightly around Seungmin's broad shoulders so he has no way of moving about anymore.
"And? It's a Saturday," He nuzzles his nose into the back of Seungmin's neck, eliciting a tickled giggle out of him, "I thought I already tired you out properly last night."
A loud growl from Seungmin's stomach was enough to wake Minho up more. He suddenly remembers Seungmin had not eaten yet since yesterday morning.
Last night, the younger was forced to stir awake when Minho carried him out of the tub and changed him into clean clothes. He had barely held himself up while Minho was changing their bedsheets hurriedly, and had instantly knocked out once he collapsed into the fresh sheets.
"I have yet to be fed." Seungmin plainly states.
Minho pinches his arms, causing him to yelp out loud, "You were the one asking to be fucked when I woke you up to eat."
"God forbid I needed a good dick down after a horrible two weeks at work." Seungmin retorts and Minho can tell he was rolling his eyes from that tone.
"And I gave it to you."
Minho suddenly remembers something, "You were trying to say something just now?"
Seungmin's suddenly turning his body around to face him. His expression turns sheepish before he's tucking his face under Minho's chin, fitting just right in that space like he was made to be there.
"I wanted to say thank you," he says so earnestly, Minho feels those words clutching around his bursting heart.
"What's this about?" Minho asks, hand coming up to brush through Seungmin's bed hair.
"Yesterday." Seungmin answers, voice muffled and that punches a laugh out of Minho's chest, "Was the sex that good?"
Seungmin's looping his arms around Minho's waist when he starts rambling about how much he appreciates Minho taking such good care of him, that he gets really riled up when being called puppy. In his words, "I love the way you say it so fondly" (as if Minho doesn't already know that) and then mentions how he did not expect crying during sex could feel that good.
Minho can't help but smile listening to him talk, fingers still combing through messy hair, but then Seungmin says something that had him almost physically recoiling.
"I think you highkey have a crying kink, by the way. You have been trying to see if I cry while we fuck for awhile. Must be glad it finally happened."
"Excuse me?!"
Minho must have looked like he just saw a ghost because Seungmin's laughing out loud in his face, "Did you actually think you've been sleek about it, hyung?"
He knows his ears are flaming a bright red by how hot it feels. Damn it, Kim Seungmin and his stupidly good perceptiveness. Minho was not even allowed to defend his name because Seungmin started listing all the times they had sex and he was in fact, trying to see if Seungmin can cry.
Seungmin doesn't spare any detail either. Even included the fact that last night, Minho had came almost instantly when Seungmin first burst into tears and was begging to go for one more round afterwards.
"I really liked it, though," Seungmin admits, snuggling up more into Minho and continues, "I could fully let myself go, and I don't know it just felt so good to do so knowing you'll be there."
Minho warms at that, embarrassment simmering down to a sort of satisfaction and pride he can't put into words. He kisses the top of Seungmin's head, "Thank you for trusting me, baby."
He feels more than he sees the smile that spreads across Seungmin's face, and then hears another loud growl from the latter's stomach.
"You need to feed me now."
"How is it that you are exactly like a dog?"
"You had no problems calling me puppy in bed."
"Jeez, it's really better when you're just crying."
"I'm open to have you make me cry again."
Minho scoffs, "Brat." Seungmin giggles at that and Minho's lips curls up despite himself before he's pulling both of them up from bed.
"I made your favourite yesterday, I'll heat it up for us and we can continue the show we left off from two weeks ago."
"Hyung, are you in love with me?"
"I'm going to burn your kimchi stew."