#minjin

The one thing Hyunjin liked more than watching himself during sex was other people watching him. In his words, it was like performing on stage. Minho could never deny that Hyunjin was incredible at exactly that. He knew how to captivate the audience with a single look and it wasn’t any different while fucking. If they weren’t idols, Hyunjin would have tried becoming a cam boy for sure, but in their work, finding an audience for such private acts was difficult.

At first, Hyunjin had been satisfied with the other members watching. But as they all collectively got closer, the excitement died. Hyunjin had tried to explain to Minho. Something about a difference of emotions and how he needs distance to whoever is watching. It didn't matter. Minho was going to get Hyunjin what he wanted anyway, not that he would have ever admitted that. If anyone asked, he did for himself. Which was not a lie per se.

Minho ended up asking Park Seonghwa for help. With their friendship building since Kingdom, they had reached a point where they felt comfortable talking about their sexual experiences. They talked about a lot. Both of them just needed someone who wasn't one of their boyfriends to talk about their relationships sometimes. Therapy at its finest and with their similar circumstances of being in a poly relationship with their whole group, it was even easier to connect. So Minho didn't hesitate asking Seonghwa if he wanted to watch.

That's how they ended up at the Ateez dorm, Hyunjin bent over the coffee table in the living room with almost all of the Ateez members watching. Only Hongjoong was missing, busy with work, but Seonghwa was recording everything.

Hyunjin made a real show in the beginning, winking at the camera, ruffling his hair and smirking. Minho wanted to devour him whole and from the looks of it, some of the audience felt the same way. While he had expected to feel jealous, Minho was only fueled by their hungry eyes, knowing they wouldn't get a piece. It was all his and his alone.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if that feeling excited Hyunjin as well. This untouchability, the power a simple arch of his back had. Like bewitched, they stared, dicks hard, some already free.

But staring was all they could do and honestly, that was the best thing in Minho's opinion. Even touching the golden skin, burning hot against his palm as he followed the curve of Hyunjin's spine, wasn't nearly as exciting as just seeing the way he writhed under the touch. Eager, impatient, a full on whore display.

"Please hyung! I need it! Need it so badly!"

Minho smacked him across the bare ass, filling the room with the sweetest moan. Hyunjin gripped the edge of the table tighter, arms stretched across the top, wrists bound to the wooden legs. He wiggled his ass and arched his back, pressing closer against Minho's clothed cock. Or trying to. Minho kept pulling back and giving him a firm slap on the ass cheek before diving back in to kiss along every bit of skin presented to him, lube slick fingers playing, teasing, around the rim.

They had never really talked about why Hyunjin enjoys this. Minho wondered if humiliation was part of it, because he had insisted that everyone stayed fully dressed while he was bare as the day he was born. Maybe it was also just another thing of 'I want to be the center of attention, other peoples abs would only distract.' Either way, Minho loved it. He felt like he was showing off his most prized possession.

"Do you deserve to get fucked?" Minho questioned, slipping the first finger past the tight ring.

Hyunjin tensed up for a moment, clenching, tugging at the restraints, before calming into a high whine, falling back against the table. He lifted his head a little and seemed to look around, taking in the various cocks being stroked in his honor. Blinking through his tears, he glanced over his shoulder at Minho.

"Y-yes, hyung! I deserve it~"

Minho huffed and pulled his finger out again. Hyunjin whined high, tugging at his restraints. Someone in the crowd laughed and the flush across Hyunjin's creamy skin darkened. A thin layer of sweat glistened all over him. He looked delicious and Minho could barely hold back, but going right in wouldn't be even half as fun.

Minho leaned back and smacked Hyunjin's bare ass once, twice, repeating the process on the other side as well. Sweet moans filled the room, the table shuddered under the lithe body.

Minho smirked and gripped the red cheeks, fingers digging deep into the soft meat. He rubbed his thumbs along the rim, already opened up from the plug Minho made him wear on the way to the Ateez dorm. Hyunjin trembled under his grip and his cock leaked onto the towel underneath.

Minho called Seonghwa closer, getting him to film the way his thumbs tugged at Hyunjin's hole, making sure everyone could see how loose he was. A bit of lube dripped out and Minho gathered it with a finger to push it back inside. While he was at it, he added two more, stretching Hyunjin like the plug had done before.

"You're already so wet for everyone. You like being watched that much? Want them all to know what an attention whore you are?"

Minho pushed his fingers deeper. Spreading them apart, he pulled back again, watching in awe how Hyunjin's velvet insides stretched around them. Candy moans filled the room as Minho repeated the motion. In. Out. Each thrust had Hyunjin beg for more.

"You sound like straight out of a porn, baby," Minho purred.

It was a lie. Hyunjin sounded much more convincing. It was actually hard to tell what sounds were real and which ones were purely for show.

"You're so hot. All for your fans, right?"

"Y-yes hyung!"

Minho chuckled. Slipping his fingers out, he shuffled closer and gripped Hyunjin's waist. Slim, fitting so perfectly in Minho's small hands. He couldn't help but tighten the hold until the skin bloomed red.

Seonghwa moved back to the front and Minho slipped a hand into Hyunjin's hair, tugging his head back. The ever so kind Seonghwa tugged some of the blonde strands out of his face, probably capturing his face in perfect HD. Minho had to ask for the video later. In this position he could just see the red tips of Hyunjin's hair, the flush spreading down his neck and fanning over his back under a thin sheen of sweat. But with often they had fucked already, Minho knew exactly how Hyunjin's mouth hung open, drool dripping down his chin, eyelids fluttering under knitted eyebrows.

"Keep looking at the camera, baby."

Minho let his hand slip away from the golden halo and gripped Hyunjin's waist again. Digging nails into tender meat, Minho pressed his cock between Hyunjin's butt cheeks. He only rubbed along the sensitive skin, sticky with lube that clung to Minho's shaft as well. Babbled pleas filled his ears and Minho felt almost obliged to fulfill them, but instead, he slapped one of Hyunjin's cheeks, muscles visibly tensing in response.

"The camera or do you wanna disappoint stay?"

"N-no…"

"They're all watching just for you. They wanna see your beautiful face."

No one was actually watching, but Minho couldn't deny that the thought of streaming this to thousands of people excited him. Even more people he could show off his favorite toy to, more people who could only watch and not touch while Minho gets everything.

Practically preening with the thought, Minho curled a hand around his cock, squeezing to keep off the building orgasm. Then he guided the tip to kiss Hyunjin's hole. It easily caught on the loose rim, on the verge of pushing inside. Hyunjin didn't move an inch. Anticipation visibly trembled in his body, muscles flexing uncontrollably under the smooth skin.

"Come on, beg. Show stay how much you want your hyung's dick."

Hyunjin whimpered and probably dumbly blinked into the camera. Minho just stared at the fluttering hole, his own nerves stretched like a rubber band, ready to snap at any second.

Rolling his head, Hyunjin audibly licked his lips, then settled back on looking right into the camera.

"Pleeeease fuck me, hyung! Need your cock so badly! I need need need!"

"Are you my little whore?"

"Y-yes! God, yes hyung!"

Minho pushed in the tip, so agonizingly slow, he really did feel Hyunjin's desperation.

"Just mine?" Minho asked, putting both hands back in their rightful place on the slim waist.

"Yes yes yes! Just yours! All hyung's- aah!"

Minho thrusted all the way inside, welcomed by pliant insides that melted his dick like lava, all wet and open. He groaned and rolled his hips, pushing choked little noises from Hyunjin. Somewhere in between those sounds, he babbled about Minho's size, how good he felt. As if Minho didn't know that. Hyunjin wasn't the only one with too much confidence and Minho made a show of running his hands through his hair and smirking at everyone watching.

He had to admit, he could get used to all the hungry eyes staring at him and Hyunjin, like they were two gods having sex. Maybe a bit much, but Minho was allowed a power trip here and there. Especially with someone as pretty as Hyunjin writhing in his grip and moaning for more.

"You want me to fuck you, Jinnie?"

"Please! God, stop teasing, hyung!"

Minho clicked his tongue and spanked Hyunjin's ass once, twice. Hyunjin mewled, arching his back so beautifully. How Minho managed to keep cool with such perfection before him, he couldn't say, but his patience persisted and he pulled out his cock a few inches.

"You wanted to give a show, Jinnie, if I remember correctly. Begged me to find you an audience. So now…" Minho slipped a hand back into Hyunjin's hair, tangling his fingers in the blonde silk and tugging his head back, "Give them all a show, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick."

Hyunjin shuddered and his walls clenched around Minho's cock. He groaned, pressing his other hand on the table for support. Without his hold on Hyunjin's hips, the younger man was free to move.

It was slow rolls at first. A first experimental taste, not taking Minho much deeper, but also not pulling out more.

Minho tugged Hyunjin's head back further until Hyunjin could look at him through long lashes. Tears stained his flushed cheeks, blurring the blown pupils. His lips quivered around desperate little moans and whines, drool spilling with it from the corners of his mouth. He kept straining the rope as he tried to find any stability, his hips clumsily picking up some rhythm.

"What's wrong, Jinnie? Aren't you one of the best dancers? You always flaunt your ass on stage, but now you can't even fuck yourself on my dick? Is it stage fright?" Minho cooed, lips curling into a smirk. "Baby is so giddy for attention, he forgot his moves. Cute."

Hyunjin shuddered with the words, hips faltering. But determined as he was, he found a somewhat stable position, arching his back for good measure, and pulled himself back and forth.

Minho groaned, fisting the blonde hair tighter, eliciting a mewl. Nails digging into the wooden table, Minho strained every muscle in his body to keep himself from moving, but Hyunjin was so tight and warm, inner walls massaging his cock each time it swallowed him. Even worse were the choked little noises from deep within Hyunjin's throat, sweet and needy and obviously enjoying all the attention.

As a simple man, there was only so much Minho could take. And as he leaned back, palms sliding along Hyunjin's back, his limit was met when he watched Hyunjin's ass bounce with each thrust. Minho had simple tastes and his cock throbbed at the sight. He couldn't help but grab Hyunjin's waist and meet his movements. Of course Hyunjin immediately fell pliant in his hold, but Minho easily fell into the established rhythm, pounding Hyunjin deep and fast.

Minho glanced up, right into the camera pointed at him. He grinned and bit at his bottom lip, one hand running through his sweaty hair. Fuck it, Hyunjin really wasn't the only one enjoying the attention. If there was ever any possibility of him doing this for real - streaming to thousands of people how he was fucking another member - he would do it without hesitation. Just the thought of all the comments calling him hot, gushing over his muscles and cock, telling him how well he was ruining Hyunjin, all that had Minho climb higher and higher.

Minho winked at the camera, picking up the pace with nails digging deep into soft skin.

"I hope you love this, stay! Our Jinnie is working so hard for you~"

Hyunjin whimpered and lifted his head towards the phone like a cat asking for pets. Minho chuckled, voice strained with how close he was.

"Aww, does Jinnie wanna say something to stay?"

"Y-yes, hyung…please…"

"Okay. Then say it, baby~"

Minho watched closely as Hyunjin craned his neck to look into the camera, half of his face visible to Minho, enough to see the tear stained cheeks and quivering lips and fluttering eyelids. Groaning, Minho gripped even tighter, pounding even faster into the impossible heat surrounding him. So close. He was so close.

"Staaay~" Hyunjin stuck out his tongue, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I love you, stay, but I love hyung's cock mooore! Feels so good! So good!"

And that was all Minho needed to tip over. He stilled, buried to the hilt, as he let himself fall. Only vaguely did he feel Hyunjin clench around his cock, but he did hear their combined moans filling the room like they were the only ones there.

Minho gasped and barely caught himself on the table, stopping himself from dropping on Hyunjin's back. The trembling body underneath him didn't need any more weight when he was probably already heavy with exhaustion.

Silence wrapped tight around them for a few moments, except for their heavy breaths and the blood rushing in Minho's ears. Slowly, he opened his eyes and was immediately met with Seonghwa's sweet smile. He helped Minho off Hyunjin, the blonde man whining in protest at the loss of cock, but shut up when one of the other Ateez members freed him from the rope.

Minho and Seonghwa pulled him off the table together and Hyunjin slumped into Minho's arms, eyes closed, but not trembling anymore. Minho took his red wrists into his hands and soothed them with a gentle massage while Seonghwa got them both to drink water.

"That was amazing," Hyunjin whispered.

"Yeah…"