#bottom!changbin

Minho had been standing there waiting for him, dressed in a red button up and black slacks, a box of chocolates in his hands. He gave Changbin a lopsided grin, one that made his heart flutter so much he felt like his chest was going to explode. He almost cried as he took the box out of Minho’s hands. Instead of crying though, he just tossed his arms around Minho’s shoulders and exclaimed, “I love you so much!” Minho had hugged him back tightly and mumbled a soft, “I love you too,” into his shoulder. 

But it hadn’t taken long for the soft evening to turn into something more . They enjoyed a few chocolates together and Minho poured them each a glass of an expensive wine he’d bought for the occasion. They settled into the rose-decorated bed to turn on one of the TV shows they’d been into lately and it was easy for Changbin to settle into cuddling Minho. 

They’d been well into the first episode of the night when Minho’s hand snuck up Changbin’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. His fingertips brushed Changbin’s inner thigh, too close to his crotch to be accidental. Changbin wasn’t in control of the whimper he let out then, soft and airy, immediately affected by his boyfriend’s touch. Minho seemed ridiculously pleased with the reaction and he leaned in. “There’s something I want to try with the candles tonight. If you’re up for it,” he’d said softly, and warmth sparked in Changbin’s stomach. They had talked about doing waxplay for a while now but hadn’t decided when to do it. 

“I’m up for anything,” Changbin responded, wetting his lips. 

Minho’s lips turned up into a smirk and he grabbed the remote to pause the TV. “Alright. Then strip for me. And when you’re done, lay down with your hands above your head and spread those pretty thighs of yours.” Changbin had never moved so fast in his life. 

And that placed him where he was now. Completely naked on the bed, hands held together above his head, thighs parted just like Minho wanted. His cock was already semi-hard between his legs and Minho hadn’t even touched him yet. He felt exposed. Entirely at the mercy of whatever Minho chose to do to him. 

Minho himself was still completely dressed. That only made the fire in Changbin’s stomach burn brighter. It made him feel even more vulnerable, being fully naked while Minho was still fully clothed. He knew that he was safe with him though, no matter how exposed he may feel. Minho would take care of him. He had a bowl of water on the side and a couple of washcloths in case of any burns and a first aid kit on hand. He’d done his research beforehand and even got candles that were safer for the skin. Changbin knew he was in good hands.

Minho approached the bed and began caressing Changbin’s thigh. “I want you to tell me if anything’s too much, okay? Remember the system?” 

“Green for keep going, everything is good, yellow for slow down or pause, red for full stop,” Changbin repeated from memory. 

Minho smiled approvingly. “And if you can’t speak for some reason?” 

“Two taps,” Changbin responded. They’d done this so many times he had it perfectly memorized. So far he had never had to say “red,” because Minho was always so caring and consistent with checking up on him. He didn’t expect to need it this time either. 

“Alright, good,” Minho said with a soft hum. He grabbed the oil he had set out along with the water and poured some into his palms and then began to spread it over Changbin’s skin. Changbin let out a content sigh and closed his eyes, allowing the sensation of Minho’s skilled hands massaging the oil into his skin to fill his senses. His dick twitched against his thigh as Minho’s slick hands slid over his abs and massaged his pecs. He knew this was all for the purpose of preparing his skin for the wax but it was still erotic. 

When Minho removed his hands, Changbin’s head already felt fuzzy. Minho wiped his hands on a cloth and he picked up one of the red candles from the side. “Are you ready, Binnie?” he asked. 

Changbin nodded his head quickly and licked his lips. “I’m so ready. Never been more ready,” he said. His eyes were locked on Minho’s hand holding the candle and he swallowed thickly. Minho had such nice hands, and the way the tendons and the veins in his hands popped out in the candlelight made Changbin’s mouth water. 

Minho smirked as he followed Changbin’s gaze. His grip on the candle tightened and Changbin shivered. “Hm…I should’ve blindfolded you. As much as I like your staring,” he said. 

“Next time,” Changbin responded, his voice already raspy from arousal. 

Minho hummed as he stepped up to the bed. “I’m gonna tell you where I’m pouring the first time, then I’ll surprise you. Okay?” 

“O-okay,” Changbin said shakily. 

“I’m pouring on your thighs first,” Minho said, and the fingers of his free hand danced over the sensitive skin of his upper thigh. He shivered and bit his lip as the anticipation built in his stomach. He wanted to watch but he let his eyes flutter shut as he waited for Minho to pour the wax. 

Minho lifted the candle high and tipped it, allowing the melted wax to drip down onto Changbin’s thigh. It was hot, and Changbin hissed a little, but the sound molded into a moan. His muscles tensed and goosebumps erupted across his skin at the contrasting temperature of the hot wax and the cooler air of the room. The slight sting from the heat felt good . He found himself wanting more the moment the wax cooled, sticking to his skin. 

“Color?” Minho asked, since this was their first time doing this. 

“Green,” Changbin answered immediately. “Keep going, it feels good.” 

Changbin was fully hard by now, his cock resting heavily against his thigh. Minho seemed pleased by this and he smirked. “Barely done anything and you’re already so hard. Cute,” he mused. Changbin blushed and squirmed a little on the bed. 

“It’s just a lot,” he whined, and Minho laughed. Goodness, Changbin loved his laugh. 

“I know, Binnie-yah. Still cute.” He giggled and Changbin responded with a whine. 

“Stop teas– oh .” Changbin’s words died in his throat as Minho poured another, this time larger, dribble of wax onto his opposite thigh. The wax ran down the side of his thigh to his inner thigh and Changbin’s muscles tensed as his back arched. “Fuck.” His thighs were extremely sensitive, especially his inner thighs. The hot wax on his inner thigh sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine and his skin tingled. 

“So sensitive, baby,” Minho cooed. He tilted the candle again, this time aiming directly for Changbin’s inner thigh. The direct contact made his mouth fall open in a moan and his fists clenched above his head. 

“Sh-shit, right there is–wow,” Changbin sputtered. His heart was racing and his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. 

Minho chuckled, rubbing a hand over Changbin’s thigh. “Good?” he asked, tilting his head. 

“‘S’good, so good,” Changbin said with a nod. Minho smiled. 

“Good.” 

The next place Minho poured the wax was over his abdomen. Changbin jerked at the contact to his soft tummy and whimpered. “ Ohh fuck.” A droplet of precum leaked from the tip of his cock. Minho couldn’t ignore it and wrapped his free hand around his shaft. “Shit, shit Minho, fuck,” Changbin moaned, his voice turning high and whiny. It was embarrassing how he sounded, but he could tell Minho loved it. If his cock straining against his pants was anything to go by. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Minho said, the words almost coming out as a groan. “The red suits you.” He set the candle he was holding down and grabbed another one with more melted wax in it. He lifted it up and wrapped his hand around Changbin’s cock again. Changbin moaned and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Gorgeous…Color, sweetheart?" 

"Green, I'm so green." 

The next time Minho poured the wax, he poured it right between Changbin’s pecs at the same time that he thumbed the slit of his cock. Heat rushed to Changbin’s stomach and the spikes of pleasure that traveled through his core almost made him lightheaded. His hips thrusted upward into Minho’s hold. 

“ Ohh , do that again, please. Fuck, Minho.” 

“Do what again?” Minho asked, playing dumb. “This?” He twisted his hand up Changbin’s dick and rolled his thumb over the slit again. 

“ Hnnngh–” 

“Or this?” Changbin jolted as the wax was dribbled over his pecs, covering each of them in deep red lines. The wax ran over his nipples and down his sides and he let out a moan that bordered on a sob. 

“ Yes , both! Just please, keep touching me, keep doing that,” he gasped. He squeezed his hands together above his head to keep himself grounded. The entire scene was making him feel like he was floating on a cloud. Every inch of his skin buzzed, and the skin the wax had touched downright burned even though the wax had cooled. 

Minho hummed and continued jerking Changbin’s cock in slow, rhythmic motions. Changbin couldn’t even attempt to hold back his moans anymore. They came out high pitched and whiny, only stopping when he gasped in between. 

Minho didn't stop decorating Changbin’s body with hot wax even as he stroked his cock. He climbed onto the bed so he could get in between Changbin’s thighs to get a better angle. He dropped the wax onto Changbin’s thighs again, targeting the soft inner skin near his cock, but being careful not to actually get any on it. Changbin's lip wobbled as he mewled and twisted against the bed. 

"I wish I could fuck you like this," Minho groaned. 

Changbin’s eyes rolled back at the mere thought. "Fuck, yeah, wish you could too." 

His response spurred Minho on more, the jerks of his hand becoming faster. "More, Minho, more please," he begged, not even sure what he was begging for. 

"I've got you, Bin," Minho reassured him. He tightened his grip on Changbin’s now slick cock and twisted upwards as he poured the remainder of the wax over his hip and the side of his tummy. Changbin moaned and without warning, the tight knot in his stomach undid itself and he came all over Minho’s hand. Cum dribbled over his fingers and Minho looked between his hand and Changbin with wide eyes. 

"'M sorry, I didn't mean to, wasn't expecting it," Changbin muttered, his cheeks flushing with hot embarrassment. 

"No, no, don't be sorry, baby. It was hot. I was just surprised." He leaned over Changbin and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "It was hot." 

Changbin whined, the embarrassment still very present, but he kissed back anyway. 

"So, did you like your Valentine’s Day gift?" Minho asked after he had been sufficiently placated with kisses. 

“Did I like it ?” Changbin asked incredulously. “I fucking loved it.”

“I’m glad,” Minho said with a soft smile. He rubbed over Changbin’s side and a small piece of wax fell off his skin. Changbin giggled which prompted Minho to laugh in return. “We should probably get this cleaned off you.” 

“You think? I look closer to a candle than a Changbin right now,” he said, giggling again. Minho rolled his eyes playfully. 

“If you were a candle you’d be a pretty nice one. Now let me get this cleaned off you. Then how’s a bath sound, hm? I may have gotten a couple new bath bombs…” 

Changbin’s eyes widened. “Say less ! Have I ever told you I love you?”