#nc-17

“and… done.” kibum hums the word in his usual smug, satisfied tone as he adjusts the blindfold over minho’s eyes. he pats minho’s cheek twice, harder than he needs to, and then the bed shifts underneath minho as he stands up. minho curls his fingers into the soft rope keeping his hands tied to the headboard, getting comfortable after the slight movement. adjusting his legs makes the slickness between his thighs and cheeks obvious enough to make him shiver.

“needy,” kibum mutters. he already sounds distracted, probably on his phone, yet he still noticed. minho smiles to himself. kibum wants to fuck him so bad it makes him look ridiculous.

“where are you going again?” he asks. he forgot what kibum said somewhere between bickering over breakfast and getting his ass fingerblasted so good he passed out for a minute. 

“shopping and then the theater,” kibum says. there's footsteps on carpet, the flip of a switch, the darkness in front of minho’s eyes getting the tiniest touch darker. “i'll be back in six hours,” kibum tells him. “i'll send someone over with food in three. be good. and don't be an asshole--take your hands down if you need to this time. later.” minho doesn't get anything else other than the sound of his boots receding down the hallway and the front door opening and closing. 

and then, blessed silence. peace and quiet. relaxation. alone time. 

alone time broken up by occasional visitors and the promise of at least three, minimum, orgasms until kibum comes back. minho lets his smile take up his whole face, lets his chest inflate with giddy excitement. he can't wait.

he's not supposed to know; he's not supposed to have his anticipation tinged with expectation. he's supposed to genuinely think the people that come into this house to find him and fuck him while kibum is gone are random. strangers. unplanned. but him and kibum have been doing this for so long and he knows kibum enough that it's become wonderfully predictable. minho has figured out what kibum tells everyone he sends over, probably almost verbatim: “sex toys are in the box on the dresser, do whatever you want with them and him, don't be mean, and do make him cum.”

with those instructions, kibum texts all sorts of people he meets on his outings to come over and play with minho. some of them minho knows, some of them he doesn't. never less than three. never more than ten, unless they come over in groups, and then minho never knows exactly how many hands touch him in one day. on top of that, kibum switches up which toys he leaves out for them to use on him and he never lets minho see ahead of time.

all of that is more than enough surprise, unpredictability, for minho. he doesn't mind giving up the illusion of stranger danger when every time they do this is enough of a roller coaster already. that's what his imagination is for.

and kibum always makes sure not to send anyone over within the first half hour at least. he makes sure to give minho plenty of time to let his imagination run wild with all the possibilities of the day. kibum lets minho lie there naked on the bed, arms up, eyes covered, hole prepped, and just wait. wait to be used. wait to be toyed with. wait to be fucked within an inch of his life and left panting and alone until the next visitor. 

for a whole thirty minutes, the anticipation, the position, the ever-growing understanding that he's so easy and needy that he'll wait for so long for a stranger to have their way with him, all of it settles him slow and comfortable into his subspace. 

before he knows it, he's sweaty, he's desperate, he's tingly all over. all he can think of is the long list of every single one of their sex toys and how each and every one of them can be organized into the box on the dresser. between those thoughts is a struggle to remember every name and face kibum has ever introduced him to. his loose hole twitches every time he remembers someone else. he can feel his pulse in his fingertips. he doesn't know if it's been two minutes or two hours. 

the front door opens and minho gets hard so fast he gets dizzy. 

there's the clunks of shoes being taken off, rustling from the kitchen, the fridge opening and closing. footsteps. coming down the hallway, approaching the bedroom door. minho bites his lip, his fingers curling, his cock leaking a drop of precum for every step closer this visitor gets to him. they reach the doorway and stop and minho’s breath hitches. they see him, see him naked and open and waiting, pliant and ready to take advantage of. he pants, tilting his body toward them, wanting them to see how much he wants--

“ooh, lookie this.”

“oh, not fucking you.” minho deflates completely in a rush of disappointment, disgust, despair. what the fuck. how could kibum do this to him.

“now, now, that's no way to speak to your new master for the next hour,” jonghyun chides. his voice is light and innocent but minho knows that the smirk he's wearing is anything fucking but. he can see it in his brain, lopsided and boxy with his pointy canines and his right eye scrunched up just a little bit more than his left and--and minho needs to stop thinking about that. he cannot think about jonghyun’s eyes. jonghyun’s gorgeous big brown eyes are the grumpy killer and minho wants to be so fucking grumpy right now. 

“why are you--here?” he asks. mid question, jonghyun’s hand appears on his stomach and makes him jump. a dip in the mattress appears by minho’s hip next, jonghyun’s other hand grabbing his leg and bending it at the knee so he can lean against it. like minho is a doll, like he's furniture. he keeps feeling up minho’s stomach and chest, his warm hand smoothing all over his torso, greedily tracing his muscles and squeezing his shoulders.

it's unfortunately incredibly fucking hot. minho loves getting groped and rubbed up on. he's glad jonghyun is focused up top and didn't notice the way his cock twitched hard when his fingers ran over his nipples.

“told kibummie i thought i left my jacket here the other day and he told me the door was unlocked,” jonghyun hums. “you being here all slutty and tied up is a surprise bonus!” his voice rises in pitch at the end, an excited little squeak, all sugary insincerity that makes minho scowl. surprise bonus, his fucking ass. except, the worst part is that it's probably true. kibum would use this as an excuse for an easy visitor. he always favors people that already know what's going on so he doesn't have to explain; jonghyun wanting to come over anyway would have been so convenient for him. 

jonghyun is feeling up his arms, following his shoulders to his triceps to his biceps and down to his forearms and back up. he's using both hands now. his guitar calloused fingers run down his sides, trace the v of his hips. minho tries so hard to not arch up into his touch. “don't you have somewhere else to be?” he asks. jonghyun is always out doing shit. music and movies and the arcade at the mall. he probably has so much else to do today other than torment minho.

“yeah, but this is more fun,” jonghyun says, grin audible in his voice as he plays with minho’s happy trail. minho sighs. of course jonghyun would choose some impromptu sex bullshit over whatever he actually had planned.

“you're such a fucking slut,” he grumbles. 

“thanks,” jonghyun replies like it was a compliment. he scoots back on the bed, pushes minho’s legs open, wraps his slick hand around his cock, and jerks him fast and tight. “big talk from the blindfolded cumdump, though,” he adds. 

minho barely hears him over the rough groan that rips from his throat. his hips jerk up, reflexive, needy, trying to fuck up into jonghyun’s hand on instinct. not fucking fair. minho didn't even hear jonghyun lubing up his hand. and jonghyun just laughs at him, breathy and loud, and minho knows that he's flushed pink all the way down to his chest, his cock throbbing, oozing precum around jonghyun’s fingers. no way to hide how riled up he's getting from this.

jonghyun keeps stroking his cock, humming pleasantly to himself. his other hand walks back up minho’s body, his neck, until he's cupping his jaw and resting his thumb over his lips. “i tell you this every time, choi, but it's really hot how you're such a needy slut that i can get you all feral even when i'm being brat. it makes this so easy for me. i can just do whatever i want and you'll still cum all over my hand about it. and then kibum owes me a favor? for being so nice to you? i win everything all the time.” 

“you--”

jonghyun slips his thumb into minho’s mouth as soon as he opens it, effectively shutting him up. minho guesses he should be grateful. he doesn't know what he was going to say anyway. judging from past experiences, he'd probably accidentally admit that jonghyun is right. he'd like to do that as little as possible. 

yeah, the whole point of this is that he is needy and desperate to get used by anyone, no matter what, even if he doesn't like them, even if they're bitter blood rivals forever and ever. it is hot that jonghyun can be so bratty and so annoying and still the thought of being so open and sexy and useful to him is more powerful to minho. he can take his hands down and rip the blindfold off and kick jonghyun out of his house if he really wants to, but that would mean missing out on the dynamite nut he’ll get from getting treated like a toy by his favorite enemy. he doesn't want to kick jonghyun out. 

but jonghyun doesn't need to know that. minho doesn't need to confirm it. minho bites down on his thumb.

all he gets in reply is another quiet chuckle. jonghyun keeps stroking his cock, squeezing hard on the up and twisting on the down the way that minho loves. minho hisses around his thumb, relaxing into it. he rolls his hips up, meeting jonghyun’s rhythm. pleasure gathers delicious and insistent in his abdomen. this is good. this is fine. as much as they fight and get on each other's nerves,minho does think that they're the best at getting each other off. they know each other so well, so intimately, after years of subbing around together with their babefriends. 

jonghyun knows what he likes, what he loves, what drives him up the wall. jonghyun knows how to make him cum faster than he ever has in his life. jonghyun knows that he's getting close, that when he starts pushing his hips up slower but harder he's almost there, and jonghyun knows that when minho starts sucking on his thumb it means he’s going to fucking c--

“you're really hot, actually. i forgot how hot you get when you're toppy. hold on.” jonghyun lets go of his cock, just like that, no fucking warning or anything, right before minho hits his peak. minho gasps, splutters, huffs and stammers half words that get caught in his throat as he desperately tries to fuck up into nothing. his cock brushes his stomach from the force of his empty thrusts, leaving warm drops of precum on his skin.

“wha--what the--what the fuck? what the fuck?” he breathes. his heart hammers behind his ribs. he tries to bite jonghyun’s thumb again only to find that he took that away too. “are you fucking serious?” he demands, loud in the quiet room. 

there's some quick rustling of clothes, then the heavy weight and bounce of jonghyun throwing himself onto the bed right next to minho. their sides press hot together, jonghyun throws one of his legs over minho’s, and he nuzzles himself into minho’s arm next to his head. “yeah,” jonghyun grins. “just give me a minute. don't worry about it. you're a good boy or whatever, right? you can be patient.” he leans up and presses a kiss to minho’s cheek.

an extra slobbery kiss that he doesn't fucking wipe clean after. “jonghyun,” minho hisses, violence in his heart.

“minho,” jonghyun replies, making his voice high and whiny.

“i don't sound like that,” minho snaps. 

“if you did you’d be hotter.” 

minho inflates with years and years of indignance, incredulity, audacity, opens his mouth, and then, with an incredible herculean effort, shuts it. he lets his breath out slow, measured. jonghyun already gets enough amusement out of being a little brat on its own. minho won't give him the added satisfaction of his reaction. judging by the way jonghyun chuckles to himself, minho’s big sigh was reaction enough.

usually he's better at this. usually he lets whatever jonghyun says to him roll off of his back with nothing but a smile and maybe some raised eyebrows. he doesn't normally get this wound up. must be all the sex hormones. 

must be the fucking edging. he can't fucking believe jonghyun did that to him. heat still buzzes underneath his skin, his cock still throbs, cold and wet with no hand around it. 

jonghyun is sighing next to him, murmuring little curses. he's leaning more into minho, turning into him, biting his arm gently between breaths. “where's-- move your leg. let me see,” he uses his leg to push minho’s down flat on the bed, “yeah, good, let me see that cock,” he whispers. “gonna feel so fucking good inside me. fuck.” 

he’s fingering himself. that much is clear. he's fingering himself and using minho as something to get off to without actually paying attention to him and it is tragically so hot. minho fights to keep his hips still, not wanting jonghyun to see he's excited for his ass on his cock, eagerly anticipating getting used as a dildo. 

again, normally he'd be panting and begging and whining for anyone else doing this exact same thing. there's just something about jonghyun that makes minho want to make him fight for every single reaction. he's not going to just give jonghyun what he wants. everyone else does that already. minho can be the one person that he has to earn things from.

jonghyun has never complained, always rises to the challenge, so minho assumes he feels the same way.

“okay, sure, good,” jonghyun breathes eventually. all at once, he shifts away. the bed moves and dips with his weight as he changes position, getting on his knees probably. his hand appears on minho’s stomach--he wipes his fingers off on his skin. minho scoffs, then hisses as jonghyun grabs his cock in his strong little hand. whatever. who cares about a mess on his stomach. it's going to be even messier by the end of the day. he fucks up into jonghyun’s hand while he can, trying to show him what he'll get if he stops fucking around.

jonghyun swings his leg over minho so his knee lands hard next to his hip, his other knee closing in, straddling minho. minho can feel the heat from his skin, radiating from his ass, so fucking close to where he wants it to be.

thankfully, jonghyun is impatient. now that he's here, now that he's decided it's time for him to get fucked, he's not wasting any time. he lines minho’s cock up to his hole, rubs the head around it, so fucking soft and slick and warm on minho’s sensitive skin. jonghyun shivers--minho doesn't need to see him to know he does. he always does right before he gets fucked. he shivers, bites his lip, smiles so fucking big, and sinks himself all the way down into minho’s lap.

minho sighs out a groan that gets drowned out by jonghyun’s own loud hum of satisfaction. minho can just imagine his bitten smile, his fluttering lashes. always so gorgeous with a cock inside of him. 

he rolls his hips up against jonghyun’s weight, grinding up into him, knowing that even with their bodies pressed together the tiniest movement will get him all worked up. minho isn't one for getting cockwarmed; he needs the slide, the friction. if he's going to top he can't just take it. he needs to fuck. 

so it's a good thing that if jonghyun has a cock in him, he needs to get fucked. he takes a moment to get situated, rolling his hips. he's trying to tease minho, like always; like always, he gets bored and impatient within a minute. steadying himself with his hands on minho’s chest, jonghyun picks himself up so just the head of minho’s cock is still in his hole, then drops back down. 

finally. minho relaxes muscles he didn't know he had tensed as jonghyun starts up a lazy pace. he grabs the tiny bit of slack in the rope that he has for something to hold on to. bending his knees, planting his heels, he rocks his hips up every time jonghyun comes down, down every time jonghyun rises back up. they match each other in a rhythm that started out naturally comfortable and has been practiced to perfection in the years since. 

“oof. good,” jonghyun hums. already his voice is deeper, slower, completely pleased to be right where he is. “so pretty, all tied up, choi,” he murmurs. one of his hands slides up to touch minho’s cheek, to play with his bangs. “shame i have to get you like this to get your cock in me. you should be offering this thing up way more often.”

“wild fucking thing for you to say,” minho mutters back. he prefers bottoming, but at least people know that he tops on the regular. jonghyun hides the fact that he tops like it's fucking pirate treasure. minho is sure he could count the people that know that sometimes jonghyun likes to get his dick wet on one hand and still have fingers to spare. and he's including himself in that number. 

“no, see,” jonghyun says. he's panting a little, his voice breathy and so so so hot. “it's different because i have standards. i'm not easy like some people.”

he sounds so fucking snobby, so pretentious, so high and mighty. minho knows he's doing it on purpose to get under his skin. to make himself laugh, too, but also definitely to annoy minho. minho wants to snap back at him so bad, hit him back with something cutting and personalized and even funnier. instead, all he can think about is how good his ass feels around his cock.

he's hot and tight and slick and squeezing minho exactly fucking right. he's stroking up and down the perfect amount, keeping the head of minho’s cock inside him and making sure to drop down balls deep every single time. their skin slaps together sweaty and sticky and every time minho swivels his hips jonghyun meets him at the exact same angle. they’re so in sync, so in tune with each other.

minho’s orgasm is building in the pit of his stomach again. it's coiling hot, tight, heavy, and insistent, driving him to take deeper breaths, to fuck up harder. he licks his lips, bites them, curses behind clenched teeth. jonghyun is getting close too. minho can tell from his soft growls, the way his fingernails dig into his skin, and from how hard he's pulling on minho’s hair.

they get close together, pulling each other farther and farther along, until they reach their peaks and--

“actually, you know what.” 

and jonghyun fucking gets off of his fucking cock, leaving minho fucking up into nothing for a second fucking time today. 

minho has no idea how to describe the noise that comes out of him. it's loud and it's angry and it's desperate and it's so fucking loud he’s sure the neighbors have to have heard it. but he doesn't fucking care. “jonghyun i swear to fucking--”

“you know what,” jonghyun says, speaking over him. he sounds perfectly fine, not tired or even horny at all. he's smiling. like it's a pleasant day at the fucking park. “seeing you all comfy on your back like this made me remember i'm actually a pillow princess.” he moves up the bed, up minho’s body, crawling and bumping him with his knees and ignoring every single curse that minho spits at him.

far too late, with jonghyun’s knees in his armpits and the heat from his body hovering over his face, the scent of precum and sex fogging over his nose, minho involuntarily switches tactics.

“get back on my cock, please, jonghyun, please, i can fuck you, i was fucking you, you don't have to move, i can do--i can do more, i can do all the work, i can fuck you so good, jonghyun, please, let me fuck you, please don't stop, please, please i'm so fucking close--”

“yeah, but, you see.” jonghyun cups minho’s head and sets himself down nice and light and comfortable over his mouth. minho almost rolls his tongue out to taste him before he remembers he's desolate and upset. jonghyun’s cock rests on minho’s nose, the blindfold, his forehead, dripping hot precum into his hair. “the thing about that is,” he says, “is that i'm already up here.” he grinds ever so slightly down on minho’s mouth. minho instinctively swipes his tongue out again, tasting his perineum and his balls this time. the sweat, the musk, the heat, it all makes him dizzy. jonghyun’s soft snort is just barely audible over the blood rushing in minho’s ears. “and it looks like you like me up here,” he adds.

minho means to shout and yell and growl at him. instead he whines and pouts and laps at his balls. anything to make jonghyun soft for him, pity him, fond of him, anything to get him back down on his cock. jonghyun chuckles, rocking his hips over his tongue. “unless,” he hums, dragging the word out, thinking. he pushes his fingers through minho’s hair a few times, then lets them catch on the blindfold strings and tugs it off in one quick motion.

the first thing minho sees is a lot of nothing. he blinks, shaking his head, letting his eyes adjust to the light. the second thing he sees is jonghyun’s cock, slick with lube and precum, bobbing between his eyes. he swallows thickly, his own cock twitching.

the third thing he focuses in on is jonghyun smirking down at him. 

it's such a steep angle, and his loose gray sweater is falling off of his shoulder, and his blue-gray hair is done up in a little flip, and his eyes are hooded and glittery behind his lashes, and his canines are so sharp between his full lips, and his jaw is so handsome, and it's so fucking infuriating how hot he is sometimes. how smugness looks so good on him, how arrogance makes him that much more attractive. it's annoying and it makes minho’s cock throb.

jonghyun makes a kissie face down at him and that alone could have made minho cum if he wasn't so pissed off about it.

“maybe,” jonghyun says, running his fingers through minho’s hair unimpeded now, rubbing his thumb over his cheek with his other hand. “i really liked how you sounded begging for me, choi. made me feel special. having you beg for my ass.” his eyes are glittery crescents, his tongue is a soft pink evil pushing at the corner of his mouth. “maybe if you beg for me more i'll ride you again.” he rocks his hips so his cock bumps against minho’s face, his balls cover his nose for a second, his asshole hovers over his mouth. “your choice,” he smiles. 

minho glares at him. his choice. yeah fucking right. he knows what choice jonghyun is actually giving him. he can give up his pride and beg or he can give up his lust and let it go. pride or lust, the choice between two sins.

no, not even that. jonghyun doesn't even go to religion. he's not offering up a choice in the sexy sacrilegious way like kibum would do. 

he's not offering a choice at all; both of them know there's no way on fucking earth that minho would give up his pride. especially to jonghyun. especially when explicitly dared to. jonghyun knows minho isn't going to beg again. he knows the first time was a fluke. he just wants minho to eat his ass and has picked the exact right words to get minho to acquiesce him with no argument.

also, minho knows him--he didn't say he would get on minho’s dick again. he said maybe. and he didn't say he would ride minho until he came, either, just that he would ride him. there's no guarantee jonghyun wouldn't just edge him again. minho has fallen for his tricks too many times to do it again now. 

it takes all of minho’s strength, when he opens his mouth, to not bite jonghyun’s dick off.

it's only the deep well of love and affection built between them over years of friendship that makes minho instead kiss from his balls to his hole and start softly licking inside of him. 

“there,” jonghyun says. “there’s the good boy kibummie is always telling me about.”

he's so fucking good at talking it's unbelievable. minho flushes with warmth, soft in his heart. he didn't know kibum talked praise about him that much. he ups his efforts, really digging into jonghyun’s hole. he wants to prove that kibum is right about him. that he is a good boy. he doesn't even care that jonghyun sighs happily and closes his eyes, clearly enjoying the sex.

he can give jonghyun a good time, he guesses, if it means he gets a reminder that his boyfriend loves him.

besides. jonghyun’s ass tastes fantastic, as usual. soft and sweaty, a hint of sweetness, a musk that's uniquely his, nice and salty, and. saltier than usual, a little bit. a lot, actually. a musk that isn't uniquely his. minho frowns, licking into him slower, deeper, really trying to get a taste of him. really trying to place why it's so... familiar. but not in the way it should be. 

he knows he leaks a lot, but jonghyun cannot be that full of his precum from the short time he was on his dick.

“why do you,” he mumbles, taking just as long as he needs to get the words out and not a second more before returning to his task. “why do you taste like--”

“why do i taste like jinki and taemin’s cum?” jonghyun asks, a gorgeous giggle of a question. when he opens his eyes to look down at minho, his pretty lashes flutter over his flushed cheeks. “because i let jinki and taemin fuck me before i came over here.” he gives minho an exaggerated roll of his hips, really making him get into his ass. “do they taste good?” he asks.

they do; jinki and taemin mixed together taste wonderful as always. but minho doesn't fucking care about that right now. what he does care about is, “if they fucked you open before you came here then why did you waste all that fucking time fucking fingering yourself?” he demands. why did he take all that time for something he didn't fucking need?

“to make you wait.” jonghyun says it with wide eyes, raised eyebrows, a little shake of his head, and the biggest fucking smile in the world. he knocks on minho’s forehead twice with this knuckles like he's asking if anyone is home in there. “obviously.” 

minho cannot fucking believe jonghyun is like this. he can't believe he was feeling soft about him less than a minute ago.

except he can, because jonghyun’s smile glints in the light and he tilts his head just slightly and he is, unfortunately, the cutest thing in the entire universe. minho doesn't know how jinki and taemin handle him.

probably because they don't. they just let him do whatever he wants. that's why he's so spoiled. 

he's taken his attention off of minho. he leans forward, reaching for something above minho, making minho have to tilt his head up to follow his ass, to keep eating the others’ cum out of him. “you can take your hands down easy, right?” he's asking, more to himself than to minho. he feels up the rope around minho’s wrists and where it's hooked onto the headboard. “little vanilla baby? you're not actually tied up, you're just preten--aha, yes.” 

jonghyun lifts minho’s hands up off of the hook and pulls them down. they're still tied together at the wrists, but it's a relief minho didn't know he was waiting for to have them down below his head. still, he barely has time to flex his arms, stretch them out a little, before jonghyun is wrapping both of his hands around his cock. “jerk me off,” he says. 

he's lucky he's cute. minho obeys, rearranging himself to be comfortable at the awkward angle of jerking off a cock that's resting above his nose. together his big hands almost cover jonghyun’s whole cook. just the head peeps out, pink and soft and drippy, disappearing every time minho strokes him up and down. his precum leaks over minho’s fingers and slides down his wrists, soaking into the rope. kibum will be annoyed by that.

jonghyun holds on to minho’s head, grinding his ass down against his tongue, fucking up into his hands. he looks between minho’s eyes and his cock, watching and whispering soft praises for both.

“just like that, choi, you know how i like it,” he murmurs, “get your tongue in there. fuck, look how much i'm leaking for you. bet you want to taste it, huh? so eager for cum you'll let anyone come fuck you. you're going to thank me when i cum for you, right? you're going to thank my fat balls and my cute cock for giving you a present?”

he’s getting himself all worked up with his dirty talk. he always does this to himself, talks himself into an orgasm. he's getting close. his words are turning into growls, his hips getting more insistent, less smooth. minhoconsiders just stopping. doing what jonghyun did to him, leaving him edged and desperate and wanting. giving him a taste of his own medicine.

but he's nice, so he doesn't. he just nods, hums a “yes, yeah, of course,” into jonghyun’s ass, and lets jonghyun cum all over his face. 

he jerks jonghyun through it nice and slow, kissing his hole as it twitches and clenches against his mouth. he lets jonghyun pull his hair so hard it hurts, accepts every drop of cum as it lands on his forehead and his cheeks and his hair. as annoyed as he was before, minho fucking loves this. he loves making people cum, he loves having the evidence painted onto his body. he loves watching jonghyun’s eyebrows scrunch, his teeth grit, his veins strain with pleasure. his own hips pump up minutely, instinctively, even without any physical stimulation.

and when jonghyun is easing out of his orgasm, when he's loopy and giggling and petting minho, minho moves to kiss his balls, gently dragging his lips over them. “thank you,” he whispers, meeting jonghyun’s gorgeous big brown eyes with his own. “thank you for cumming on me, thank you for letting me make you feel good.”

jonghyun was flushed before but now he turns fully pink. smiling down at minho with all of the unmasked affection in the world, he says, “yeah, kibummie is right. you are pretty cute when you're being a good boy.”

“you’ve known that for years,” minho grumbles. he's been such a good boy for so long. jonghyun doesn't have to act surprised every time he does it. 

jonghyun scrunches his nose and sticks his tongue out at him. 

minho doesn't know what he expected. 

“hup.” jonghyun gets off of the bed in one single very big, very loud, very fucking distressing movement that has minho flinching. he swears jonghyun’s knee almost cracked his skull open. jonghyun stumbles on the carpet, slapping a hand down onto the bedside table to steady himself, before he perks up and poses like he did that perfectly. he catches minho’s glare and returns it with a wink and a kissie face. then he frowns. “oh, right,” he says. he reaches over, grabs minho’s hands, and hooks the rope back up above his head. “there,” he says cutely.

minho rolls his eyes. he licks his lips to wet them, then shivers when he gets a drip of cum. he can feel it hot and sticky on his face.

“i saw that, slut,” jonghyun says.

“like you wouldn't,” minho says back. jonghyun should be the last fucking person to make fun of him about loving the taste of cum. 

he should also be the last fucking person to be walking out of the bedroom right now, but he's doing that too. “hey--hello?” minho calls after him. he sits up as best he can, bewildered and a millimeter away from being either terrified or angry about being left alone with his cock this hard, whichever way his mood decides to swing. “where are you going? jonghyun?”

“calm down,” jonghyun says over his shoulder. “i'll be right back. needy.” his voice recedes down the hallway. minho relaxes back into the bed, but only a little bit. yeah. sure. okay. he guesses jonghyun can't leave the house butt ass naked anyway. he takes a moment to breathe, to close his eyes and feel his breath inflating his lungs and whooshing out through his mouth. he wishes he knew what time it was. not as much as he thinks it's hot to not know how long it's been, though, so he doesn't mind.

jonghyun strolls back in the room with a water bottle in his hand. “here,” he says. he cracks it open and holds it to minho’s lips before minho has time to prepare. minho’s eyes widen and he struggles to drink without making a mess of himself. “kibummie said if i was going to play with you then i had to water you,” jonghyun says. he tilts the bottle further, smiling pleasantly as minhos mouth overflows and it spills down his chin, his neck, soaks into the pillows underneath him. “don't choke,” he adds, his mouth curving up more to one side. 

miraculously, minho doesn't. he drinks his fill and then more until jonghyun decides he's had enough and takes the bottle away. jonghyun takes a couple of gulps for himself, puts the water bottle on the bedside table, and then leans over minho, bracing himself with a hand on the wall. “where’d the blindfold go?” he asks.

“like i'm supposed to fucking know?” minho replies, bewildered. in what world would he know where that thing went?

“wooow,” jonghyun says, eyebrows raised, as he rifles around in the pillows. “supposedly a good boy and you can't even keep track of your toys?” he shakes his head, tsking. “i'm going to have to tell kibum you lost it.” 

“i--” minho cuts himself off before he gets all indignant and embarrasses himself. that's what jonghyun wants. 

he does tell himself to remember what jonghyun said for later, though. if kibum ever says some shit like that to him, blaming him for something he didn't do and literally had no control over, it'll be the hottest thing in the universe. 

“found it,” jonghyun singsongs. he whips the blindfold out from underneath minho’s shoulder, holding it in the air triumphantly. “close your eyes,” he says, lowering it to minho’s face. minho obeys, letting him fit the straps back around his ears. when he's done, minho opens his eyes to be met with darkness. he smiles, excited again. he loves the unpredictability, the uncertainty, the loss of vital information that leaves him helpless and jumpy. he loves giving up his safety. even when it's jonghyun he's giving it up to. “quit being cute,” jonghyun tells him.

“make me,” minho dares. 

jonghyun hums. there's a dip on the mattress by minho’s head and then warm, soft breath by his cheek. jonghyun kisses his cheek, his jaw, his neck. soft, gentle, light brushes of his lips down his collarbones. minho shivers, acutely aware of every tiny little speck of wetness that jonghyun leaves behind on his skin. sometimes jonghyun stops to blow on them, bringing them into sharp detail, making minho twitch. 

jonghyun continues his way down minho’s chest. he crawls onto the bed, situating himself between minho’s legs as he continues south. minho’s cock, still hard, still leaking, still so fucking sensitive and desperate even after the roller coaster of emotions he's been on, brushes against his stomach. jonghyun ignores it in favor of working his mouth down minho ’s body. he’s being so delicate. reverent, almost. he moves his hands over minho’s sides, rubbing warmth into his muscles. minho relaxes underneath his care, sighing slow and comfortable towards the ceiling. always nice when jonghyun turns off his brat button for a little bit.

and then a bite. sharp, hard, jonghyun opens his mouth against the skin underneath minho’s belly button and chomps down on him without warning. minho’s whole body jerks. a grunt slips out through his lips. fucking ow.

jonghyun smiles against his skin. minho can feel it. “what will kibummie do to you when he finds out i've marked you?” he asks, hums it against what minho is sure is a perfect cast of his teeth embedded in his skin. minho doesn't answer other than an embarrassingly audible swallow. he knows. and jonghyun knows. and he wants it, the jealousy, the possessiveness, the overcompensation that will lead to twenty marks or more on minho’s body by tomorrow morning.

annoyance that jonghyun is doing this to him in the present fights with gratitude that jonghyun is doing this for him in the future; gratitude wins out. 

so when jonghyun bites him again and sucks, working a hickey into his skin, minho lets him, breathing through the pain. 

he finishes soon enough, smooching the baby bruise with a little mwah. then he keeps going. he continues his path from before, kissing down minho’s happy trail, nuzzling into his pubes, mouthing at the base of his cock. 

minho hisses. finally. finally. there's no way that jonghyun will stop sucking his dick once he starts. there's no way he’ll be able to. as soon as he gets his mouth aroundminho’s cock he's not going to take it off until there's cum down his throat. and he'll probably be jerking himself off about it the entire time, too. there's no way minho is going to get edged again.

jonghyun sucks at his balls, kisses the creases of his thighs. he takes his time, teasing minho, making him wait. minho doesn't care. he's a very patient good boy. he knows he can hold out longer than jonghyun can for this. he knows jonghyun is drooling for his cock right now.

slowly, slowly, jonghyun hovers kisses up his shaft. he traces the veins with his tongue. he rubs his cheek against it, nuzzling it, getting sticky precum all over his face, driving himself wild. minho can just imagine how dark his eyes are. how his mouth hangs open. how hard he's fighting to hold himself back. jonghyun kisses the head of his cock, rubbing it over his lips, smearing more precum on himself before he darts his tongue out to lap at the tip. 

almost. almost there. minho can feel jonghyun’s hot breath over the head of his cock, can feel him lowering down, starting to suck it into his mou--

“ooh!” 

he pulls off.

minho is going to explode a city block with his mind.

“toy box,” jonghyun chirps. his body weight readjusts between minho’s legs. all of his heat and presence retracts completely from his cock. there's an oof and a rattle and a drop of weight next to minho’s knee. “what do we have in here?” jonghyun asks, little and cute and pleasant like he's about to unwrap a birthday present.

minho starts seriously considering the chances of success if he tries to blindly push jonghyun back towards his dick with his knees and feet. he comes up incredibly short but he still digs his nails into his palms and considers it for longer. jonghyun knew that box was there from the fucking beginning. 

“oh, cock ring. obviously.” before he even finishes speaking, jonghyun’s hands are on minho’s cock, manhandling it into the ring. minho doesn't even have time to react to the reveal of the toy, let alone the stimulation of jonghyun’s calloused fingers pulling his balls through the loop and tightening it around the base of his cock. “what do you have it marked for?” jonghyun asks. he holds minho’s cock carelessly out of the way, rubbing his thumb over the ring. minho hesitates, confused for a moment, before he realizes what he must be talking about.

“don't tighten it further than the mark,” he says through gritted teeth. “it's too tight past that.” all of their cock rings are marked like such. him and kibum spent a lot of time figuring out the perfect spot for it.

“like,” jonghyun says. he rolls minho’s balls in his hand, stimming with them. “for you personally, or as like a safety thing?”

“for--” minho frowns. he heard that devious tone in jonghyun’s voice. “so it doesn't cut off my circulation,” he snaps.

jonghyun sighs. “vanilla,” he mutters under his breath.

“what do you fucking mean?” minho demands. “it's not vanilla to not want my fucking dick to fall off from blood loss?” 

“sounds like something a coward would say,” jonghyun replies. then, while minho is spluttering indignantly, adds, “ooh, these are cute.” his hand leaves minho’s balls, there's more rustling, and then quiet clinking, like a small chain. minho’s mind races with all of the toys with chains that they own, frantically trying to figure out what it is. “what the fuck?” jonghyun mumbles. “what’s--oh, okay, i get it. that's hot, yeah.” 

the search narrows down to all of the toys with chains that can be confusing. the collar handcuff combination? the collar to buttplug chain? the cock cage? jonghyun crawls halfway over his body, resting his knee in the crease of minho’s thigh dangerously close to his cock. one point of weight appears to minho’s side; the inside of jonghyun’s arm brushes his skin. a pause, more clinking, and then--

and then soft, warm silicone clamps down around his right nipple. minho hisses, arching his back up into it before collapsing back down. yeah. yeah, okay, he gets it. he bites his lip, ignoring jonghyun chuckling at him. he loves this one. he loves kibum for putting it in the box for him. impatiently, he waits for jonghyun to clamp the other one on. “pretty,” jonghyun says when he finally does.

minho barely registers the compliment. he doesn't even care that jonghyun isn't taking his time, playing with his nipples first, getting them all sensitive and ready to be clamped. it's a little hot that he's not doing that, actually. kind of like he's treating minho like a doll to dress up, to put little accessories on so he looks how jonghyun wants him to look without considering how he feels about it.

but minho doesn't even care about that, either. what he does care about is the chain that tinkles between his nipples and plunges down, down, down as jonghyun backs up to sit between his legs again. he cares about the little ring at the end of it. he cares that jonghyun takes his cock in his small hand again and slowly, carefully, slips the ring over the tip and settles it nice and snug just underneath the head.

when jonghyun lets go, his cock bobs in the air. the chain is the exact right length to tug on the nipple clamps and keep his cock pulled up straight. all minho has to do is roll his hips to get pressure on all three points at once. not even that; his cock will twitch on its own and do the work for him. 

he loves kibum for putting this in the box for him.

“yeah, that's fun, i like that,” jonghyun says appreciatively. “i love a good simple contraption.” he taps minho’s cock, making it bounce back and forth, jerking his nipples until it settles down. minho is so sensitive he can feel each fat drop of precum that makes ooze out of him slide all the way down and around his balls.

“there’s,” he gasps. he swallows, panting. he didn't even realize he was breathless. “there's a switch. on the ring,” he says helpfully. “it makes it, it makes it vibrate.” it's the same color as the rest of the ring so it's hard to miss.

jonghyun grabs his cock, studying it. “hmm,” he hums. minho can feel his thumb running around the circumference of the ring, looking for the switch. he holds his breath when jonghyun finds it. “neat,” jonghyun says.

he lets go without flipping it. minho scowls in the back of his throat. of fucking course. “i don't remember asking,” jonghyun says. he's trying to go for snooty, trying to hit that dismissive air that kibum has perfected. it doesn't work. minho can hear the smile in his voice. 

jonghyun crawls up the bed again, this time until he's hovering over minho’s head. minho definitely hears the smile splitting open his face when he says, “i think i liked you better when you weren't talking.” 

“yeah, i fucking bet--”

the familiar weight of a gag drops onto his tongue mid word.

jonghyun forces him into it, tugging his head up with one hand and fumbling the clasp at the back with his other. minho sighs, rolling his eyes behind the blindfold. yeah, this makes sense. his breath whooshes through the holes in the gag. by feeling it up with his tongue, he can tell that it's their aqua blue heart-shaped one. 

when jonghyun kisses him slow and smug around it, minho’s cock twitches so hard his nipples kind of hurt for a second. 

with all the extra stimulation, minho is starting to get dizzy with the pleasure, with the prolonging of it. he's getting fuzzy in his brain. just a little bit, just around the edges. just enough to to know that soon he's going to stop being annoyed by jonghyun. that jonghyun is finally starting to break him down. soon his whole brain will be static and he’ll be looking at jonghyun with hearts in his eyes no matter what he does.

and he'll have a great time with that, definitely, but he's not going to give it up without a fight. as jonghyun descends back down to get comfortable between his legs again, minho knees him in the side. “ow,” jonghyun mutters. minho grins to himself, satisfied, and then grunts through his teeth as jonghyun flicks the head of his cock hard.

his hips roll up instinctively, loving the pain, shying away from the pain, responding to the tugging of the chain, until jonghyun puts a strong hand firm on his abdomen and holds him down. “quit squirming,” he says. 

“fuck you,” minho says through the gag. it comes out muffled and incomprehensible but jonghyun knows what he means because, still holding minho down, he flicks his cock again. 

this time minho sees stars behind the blindfold for a second.

he's wheezing through the gag by the time his cock stills, the chains still swinging minutely over his stomach, and jonghyun lifts his hand. “that's better,” he smiles. “anyway.”

something slick and warm probes minho’s asshole and by the time he realizes it's not jonghyun’s fingers, it's already halfway inside of him.

he groans, arcing his hips into it, breathing fast, breathing hard, trying to pull his hips away from it as jonghyun keeps pushing, pushing, pushing. again, without any regard for what minho wants, for how comfortable he is with it, like he's just a doll to put some accessories in and admire how he looks after. 

minho knows exactly which toy it is, too. it's their bad dragon one. it's anubis the destroyer. it's long and it's thick and it's neon blue and pink and he knows after his ass swallows in the first bulb of the shaft, he still has to take the knot.

“didn't know you were a wolf fucker, choi,” jonghyun says. he speaks light and casual even as he presses the knot against minho’s hole insistent and demanding, forcing him to open up again, forcing him to take it. 

and the thing is, it's not even difficult. his ass is so loose, so slick, so eager, that the toy glides right in with barely any resistance, and that is what makes minho’s breath leave his lungs and his balls tighten, teetering on the verge of orgasm, stopped only by the ring around them. he really is a needy fucking slut.

jonghyun grinds the toy’s base against his hole once it's all the way in, twisting it back and forth. “greedy,” he musses. minho would almost buy the disinterested, insulting tone if he couldn't also hear that jonghyun is a little short of breath too. he likes what he sees. “imagine buying a bad dragon and only getting a size small?” jonghyun adds, and this time his disdain is obvious and real.

minho can't help but snort. like a size small isn't already eight fucking inches long and seven around. he wants so bad to reply with, “imagine knowing the bad dragon size chart by heart,” but there's no way he would get that through the gag and he's not about to embarrass himself trying. 

instead, he pleasures himself by squeezing his ass around the toy, increasing pressure on his prostate, feeling every vein and ridge and detail on it. that's all the stimulation he's going to get from it, he knows. jonghyun seems content to just sit back and and take in the view. 

“you’re so hot, choi, it's fucked up,” he says. his voice is breathy, a little strained, and if minho listens hard enough he can hear soft, slick noises like he's jerking himself off. it makes him the tiniest bit feral, makes him bite down on the gag and grip the rope around his wrists so hard he can feel his knuckles creaking. to be so shamelessly open and on display, unable to do anything about it. to be kibum’s display, to be covered in and full of toys that kibum picked out for him, to be making kibum proud of him while he's not even here. 

before long. jonghyun’s hand rests heavy on his hip, nails digging into his skin, as he growls and hisses and pumps hot cum all over minho’s cock and ass and stomach. it trickles down his skin nice and slow, nice and sticky, making minho feel absolutely fucking filthy and absolutely fucking incredible. he did that. he made jonghyun cum. just by existing, just by being so pretty and sexy to look at. and now he has even more decoration on his body for everyone else to admire. 

“what else… what else is in here,” jonghyun asks. his voice is rough, breathless, and he rustles loudly inside the box. minho buzzes with pride. it's always so satisfying to get jonghyun to lose control of himself, even if just for a little bit. that's a privilege that's usually reserved just for taemin.

“oooooh, hoo hoo hoo,” jonghyun laughs giddy and mischievous even through his post-orgasm haze. it's a laugh that has minho trembling apprehensively. it's a laugh that he's never heard before in his fucking life. what the hell does that mean. what did kibum put in the box?

“wow, choi, maybe you're not so vanilla,” jonghyun says. “this thing is freaky. and it's so casual to you that kibum just left it here for anyone to play with? wow.” every word makes minho more and more nervous. surely jonghyun has to be exaggerating, right? he's just trying to freak minho out? he can't think of anything him and kibum have that should elicit this response. 

jonghyun touches the base of his cock with it. it's thin, smooth, metal, digging in between his balls. still, minho can't figure out what it is. jonghyun drags it up his shaft, nudges underneath his head with it, circles around his tip, positions it at his slit.

“what the fuck,” minho breathes into the gag. jonghyun laughs again, eager, excited, ominous. he teases minho’s cockhole with the sounding rod. minho can't believe kibum put that in the box.

“i didn't know good boys liked having their cocks fucked,” jonghyun smiles. he dips just the tip of the rod in and out, pulling at his hole, teasing around the edges of it. minho twitches every at single millimeter of movement. he breathes hard, the gag whistling, drool spilling down his chin and neck. “such a slut you're not satisfied with just your ass getting filled?” jonghyun asks him. “you need every hole of yours stuffed full?” he dips the rod in just the tiniest amount further, enough for minho to feel that it's the one that's covered in bumps all the way to the end. his favorite one.

jonghyun pushes the first bump in and minho’s entire body freezes, going rigid. he scrunches his eyes shut behind the gag and forces himself to relax. it's fine. jonghyun is right; this has become something so casual for him and kibum. not a time they've had sex in the last half a year have they done it without a rod in minho’s cock. he's just nervous because it's not kibum down there. it's someone else.

but it's jonghyun. as annoying, as bratty, as vindictive, as playful, as jonghyun is, minho does trust him. they've been friends for years for a reason.

and minho trusts kibum. he wouldn't have left the rod in there if he didn't think minho would have fun with it today.

and, more importantly, he trusts in kibum’s trust of jonghyun. kibum wouldn't have sent anyone over that would genuinely hurt him. everyone that comes over today is going to be someone that has kibum’s full confidence. and that includes jonghyun.

the relief of that reminder is almost as effective as if kibum was actually right here next to him, tightening his gag and guiding him to relax and let himself be played with. 

so minho relaxes, untenses his muscles, breathes out slow and measured. 

“you good, vanilla boy?” jonghyun asks. from his flat tone, minho can picture his exact expression: eyebrows raised, head tilted at the slightest angle, mouth pulled straight into a diagonal line. he's pulled the rod out too, is probably twirling it in his sturdy fingers. minho knees him in the side again. he wasn't even having his little moment for more than a few seconds tops. they know each other too fucking well.

“fuck you,” he muffles.

“i was trying to,” jonghyun grumbles. “you interrupted my dirty talk with your little panic attack or whatever. what the hell was i even going to say?” the back end of the sentence comes out muffled, like he's rubbing his hand over his mouth as he thinks. he taps the sounding rod against minho’s cockhead, making it bounce, making the clamps tug on his nipples again. minho hisses, shivering throughout his whole body.

“oh, right.” jonghyun positions the end of the rod at his cockhole again. “if you want your cock stuffed so bad, i'll do it for you,” he says, fucking the first bump of the rod in and out gently but quickly so minho’s hole flutters around the metal. “push this thing all the way in for you. then it'll stop you from cumming and i won't have to try so--well, actually.”

he hesitates, his hand stilling with the rod a centimeter inside of minho’s cock for a moment, before he pulls it out completely. “hold on,” he says. he's frowning, the kind of frown that usually comes with a pouted out lower lip and a scrunch between his eyes. “is that--is that how it works?”

“no,” minho says automatically. it comes through the gag clear and understandable. 

“can you cum with a rod in?” jonghyun asks. he sounds genuinely curious.

“yes,” minhosays this time. it's not as easy to enunciate, but it's still pretty obvious what he said.

“huh?” jonghyun asks. “sorry, can't understand you. give me a minute.”

he's smiling again. devious. minho even heard a second of a muffled laugh in that sentence. he huffs loudly, then groans even louder when he feels jonghyun actually get off of the fucking bed. what is he fucking doing now? 

there's footsteps, the sound of some clothes rustling around, footsteps again, and then jonghyun hops back onto the bed so hard that it bounces and makes minho’s cock pull on the chain again.

“okay, let's see,” jonghyun says. “unlock… internet… search bar… okie dokie. can… you… cum….”

he's fucking looking it up. he got his phone and he's looking it up when minho literally just told him. “yes,” minho repeats loudly. “yes yes, yes you can. jonghyun. yes.”

“with…,” jonghyun continues, completely ignoring minho. “a… sounding… rod… no, not tod. delete. rod… in… the… pepis… question mark… enter.” 

“you make me so mad,” minho growls. “you make me so fucking angry. i have had it up to here with you, you little fucking gremlin.” none of that is comprehensible through the gag but he knows jonghyun can understand the venom of his voice.

“aw,” jonghyun coos. “so cute how you're curious too. don't worry. i'm finding out for us.” 

minho seriously considers taking his hands down so he can grab jonghyun and shake him. 

“let's see…,” jonghyun drawls. “‘is it safe to ejaculate with a urethral toy inside?’ that sounds like a good one. click! hmm…. is it safe to ejaculate with a urethral toy inside? the only fair answer to this question is ‘it depends.’ there are risks associated with this activity that all sounding enthusiasts should know about. at the same time, there are people who have done it without problems and to a great satisfaction.” 

the worst part is he's not even fucking touching minho. he's reading out this fucking article word for word and he's not even touching minho while he's doing it. no playing with his balls, no grinding the dildo, no rubbing his thighs, not even a flick of his cock. 

“‘understanding the risks,’” jonghyun reads. 

minho throws his head back against the pillows. worst fucking best friend in the universe.

it's fine. it's fine. it's whatever. it's fine. all he has to do is be patient and listen to a monotonous infodump about shit he already knows and jonghyun will get bored of the article and of his lack of attention before long. he just has to hold out. he can last longer than jonghyun. jonghyun won't read the entire thing. 

jonghyun reads the entire thing. 

minho has almost fucking dozed off by the time jonghyun finishes, “‘in other words, it is possible to enjoy this activity to the fullest. what is important is to understand the risks and know what to do if something goes wrong.’” 

“okay!” jonghyun slaps minho’s thigh in a bracing sort of way, making him jump, his whole body jerking. “did you hear that, choi? surprised you didn't know, but it turns out you can cum with the sounding rod in. it'll just kind of go backwards and maybe give you a uti. and i, for one, am all in favor of you getting a uti.”

and before minho can even respond to that, before he can shake himself back into focus from the bored stupor he was in, before he can do anything other than start to let the nerves from that small scare fade away, jonghyun has his cock in his hand again. he has the sounding rod lined up to the tip.

and he's pushing it in. slow, careful, methodical, one bump at a time.

but still too fast for minho to really process what's happening before it's already halfway in. he grunts, trying to make words, trying to get anything past the gag and the drool and the confusion. in no time at all, jonghyun is wiggling the very end of the rod against the head of minho’s cock.

“cute,” he says. the black of the blindfold flashes red for a second as minho grinds his teeth. he’ll show jonghyun cute. just as soon as he finishes panting and grinding up into nothing and fucking loving the feeling of the rod pushing against his walls, stretching his cock out, reaching somewhere so fucking deep and intimate inside of him. just as soon as he's done with all of that. 

“anyway,” jonghyun says. there’s silence, a slight shift of the weight on the mattress, and then a soft squeak. the kind of squeak that comes from a good stretch. 

then jonghyun gets off of the bed.

then jonghyun rustles around his clothes on the floor again. it's half a minute of that before minho realizes with outrage, “are you fucking leaving?”

“am i huh?” jonghyun asks. “can't understand you with that thing on. my favorite toy of the day, i think.” he pauses and minho hears soft pats on denim. “where'd my keys go?” jonghyun asks. “did they fall--yeah, there they are. sweet.” there's a soft clinking noise that minho barely hears over the blood pounding in his ears.

“you cannot fucking leave like this, jonghyun, you have to--” he gets desperate, “you have to make me cum, please, please--”

“calm down,” jonghyun says. the eye roll is obvious in his tone. “i'll get you more water before i go. don't worry.”

“jonghyun,” minho growls. 

jonghyun pops the gag out of his mouth. “what?” he asks, and before minho can answer, tilts a water bottle to his mouth. exasperated, but also honestly incredibly thirsty, minho drinks. he drinks while jonghyun pets his fingers through his hair and draws sticky lines through the cum on his cheeks.

“hey, you're not supposed to leave nipple clamps on for too long either, right?” jonghyun asks. “for safety or whatever?” he says the word slow and round, ridiculing it. minho rolls his eyes. it's a miracle he hasn't convinced jinki and taemin to do something to him that will land him in the hospital yet.

jonghyun takes the water away from him after a minute. minho swallows, coughs, and says roughly, “no, you're only supposed to leave them on for a little--”

“okay.” with that one simple word, jonghyun grabs the chain and yanks both clamps off in a single sharp movement.

“fucking hell--!” and then jonghyun interrupts minho’s roar by popping the gag back into his mouth. minho growls against it, thrashing his head back and forth, trying to set the blindfold on fire with his glare.

“i'll leave the ring on for the next person,” jonghyun smiles. his hand appears on minho’s cock and a second later, the ring turns on, buzzing around his head, amplifying the sensations of the rod inside of him, sending tingles throughout his every nerve. jonghyun drops the clamps onto his stomach. he leans down and kisses minho around the gag again, then kisses his cheek, then kisses his forehead. “bye bye,” he sings.

a whoosh of air as he straightens up, footsteps, the flick of a switch and the darkness getting a tiny bit darker. “see you at the movies this weekend,” jonghyun adds.

and then he just fucking leaves, footsteps receding down the hallway even as minho yells through the gag for him to come fucking back. come back and finish what he started, come back and make him fucking cum.

The stories you’d been told when you were younger should’ve maybe deterred you from letting the night time bleed into your window, casting dark shadows along with the moon that illuminated through the sheer curtains. You were always told to be vary, to be afraid of the creatures that roamed in the dark. 

The ones that watched you when you’d turn around, the ones who’s bright yellow eyes were a threat, and even more so when they illuminated red. 

So why you were letting one spread your bare legs now was beyond you.

Changmin had been an intriguing mystery to you since you met. He seemed sweet, with dimples that charmed you and eyes that seemed so inviting, but when that smile dropped and he became hungry, everything changed. 

He could be scary, downright terrifying even, if he wanted to be. His threats that he made were real, always, and his anger was not easy to contain if he released it. Though despite all that, he possessed a hold on you so tight that every time he asked to be invited into your house, you said yes.

It was your own fault. When you’d first met, it was at a gas station and you’d managed to cut your finger somehow on the clip you press down to fill up your car's gas, and almost within seconds, Changmin was behind you. 

You should be careful.

He was warning you. Told you that your blood smelled so sweet, it may attract attention from people that would hurt you to get a taste. By the time you’d agreed to let him keep you company to protect you, it was already too late to realise that there was no way he could smell it. 

Unless he was one too. 

Once you did realise, he simply looked down at you and grinned, almost wicked, as if he knew he was caught but didn’t have any shame. Though despite all that, despite his hunger for you in particular, he had never made you feel like you needed to run away. 

And maybe that’s why you were foolish enough to let him stay around, to lick off the wound on your thumb that night and to come around every now and then to try it again. It was an addicting thrill, one that nearly made you feel high, to risk your life in his hands more and more every time. 

You were covered in healing puncture wounds from his fangs at various stages, hidden mostly though he’d been particularly careless the other day on your neck, bitten too high and now you were stuck in sweaters far too warm for the weather. He’d check on it occasionally, made sure none of your wounds ever got infected. You’d agreed for him to feed off you, but he had made it clear that he’d always check that you were healing as a compromise to you letting him. 

The way he always checked on you was one of the reasons that you were able to calm down, to tell your body that you were safe, despite the sharp pain you’d feel, followed by that same thrilling high. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he’s looking down at you, his chest bare, your ankles over his shoulders as he caresses your legs. You were left in your lace underwear that you’d learned he liked in particular and a tight cropped shirt that was doing nothing to hide your erect nipples. 

“Tell me more,” you demand, and Changmin may be annoyed by your insistent attitude if it weren’t for how you were begging the words out with light breaths. He grins instead, turns to the side to kiss your leg before retracting his fangs, letting the point that’s sharper than a blade just scratch the surface of your skin. 

It almost tickles, making you squirm. 

“Hmmm, I could,” he starts, then leans down to hover over your chest, staring straight into your eyes with ones that are a sharp yellow, “or I could show you?”

You say yes before he’s barely finished speaking, and he knows he has you right where he wants you as he goes to take your shirt off, leaving you in just your panties, ones that are clinging to you with the dampness between your legs.

He’s rather harsh in spreading your legs apart, pushing your left thigh to the side and pressing it into the mattress. The flimsy fabric slips between your folds, revealing part of your drenched cunt to his hungry eyes and you almost don’t notice how quickly he’s sunken down to lie with his head near your thigh, arms under your upper thigh before they circle up to grip your waist. 

“Baby,” it’s almost condescending, the tone he uses to speak to you, but there’s something about the draw of his voice that has any ability to bite back, fall to the back of your throat, “I’ve barely touched you.”

You know what he’s talking about. You’re so aroused by his mere presence, that the barely there touches are enough to make you wet. He could do the bare minimum and it would likely still turn you on. Changmin was just… different. Hard to explain, but he was beautiful and calculating, and he’d somehow managed to figure you out in such a short span of time that he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. 

“Touch me then,” it’s the only real demand you manage to make, but even then it sounds weak, strained in your throat though he seems to take to the request. You feel the way he hooks two of his fingers by the lace covering your modesty (barely), pushing the fabric to one side before his tongue lays flat between your folds. 

The sudden feel of him between your legs has you jolt upwards in surprise, but it makes him eager to keep going. He doesn’t need to be slow with you, can be, but doesn’t have to, and that’s one thing he really likes about you. 

“Cute,” he chuckles, and you know he’s looking at you like you’re easily breakable, and honestly, with him you may as well be. You’d always considered your control to be excellent and your reserve strong, but he had you weak. It was near pathetic.

He lays a kiss right over your clit before lightly releasing a breath over the bundle of nerves. The cool sensation makes you whimper, and he gives you no warning when he grabs your hips tighter with his hands, forcing your body up just slightly off your mattress, before his tongue pushes inside you. 

“Fuck, Min!” he doesn’t answer, too wrapped up in you, the way you taste and how your body responds to his mouth, to even begin to speak back. Your voice has gone from quiet to a pathetic mess of moans and soft pants, the occasional call of his name that only makes him go faster. 

You feel one of his hands slip away from your waist, and you’re about to complain about how cold the bone of your hip feels without his touch, but the thought is erased when his middle finger replaces his tongue inside you, his mouth moving back up between your drenched folds to twirl a pattern around your clit again just as he curls his finger. 

You’re going insane. 

“Y-yes… more. P-please,” and Changmin won’t deny you when you look this pretty under him, but he also has his own needs to take care of, and the heightened scent of you and your arousal has him desperately needing to taste. 

“I- I want… need to taste you,” and it’s when you connect with his eyes that you know he means something else. 

That’s another thing about Changmin. No matter how strong his urges are, he’s never once failed to ask you first if it’s okay. 

Though it would be difficult at this point to find an instance where you’d deny him the taste of you. 

You feel your orgasm build, your head rolling back as soon as you tell him yes, that he can do what he wants, and he quickens his pace to push you right over the edge. 

He doesn’t say anything to you, not that he could anyway when his mouth is preoccupied, but he does find the time to slip another two fingers inside you and you know you’re about to come undone. Changmin knows it too, feels it in how you tighten around his fingers and how your thighs press into the side of his head like you could crush him. 

Honestly, Changmin finds you so incredibly sexy when you lose your mind. 

It’s when you’re just mere seconds away from orgasm that he quickly replaces his tongue with his other free hand, his thumb over your clit instead, and it might’ve delayed your orgasm, made you mewl and plead and ask why, but that never comes. 

The sharp pain of his fangs in your thigh mixed in with the pleasure of his fingers brings you over the edge completely, arching off the bed and screaming his name so loud that you’re relieved you live alone. You nearly want to cry from how good it feels, barely comprehending the sensation of him draining you off the sweet crimson liquid that keeps you alive, his fingers still curled inside you as you ride out your orgasm. 

He groans, and it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. Changmin overall, is incredibly sexy, and he loves to remind you like this. You grip his hair with the strength you have left, chest moving rapidly as you tug, trying to pull him away from your thigh. 

Changmin complies. Even if his instincts tell him he doesn’t want to, that he could drain you completely and wants to, he also knows that when you pull him away, he’s going to obey. 

It’s the only thing Changmin lets you control, mostly because he knows you do it when it’s too much, when it either hurts past pleasure (though that’s exceedingly rare), or you’re becoming dazed and lightheaded to the point of it being dangerous. That’s why he listens, even if his entire being tells him not to.

His eyes are stained red now, dark and haunting, like they are every time he consumes you, and you swear his gaze is so intense that it demands your body to move regardless of your own mind. You’ve turned around on the bed before he even asks, though he’s the one to forcibly push your knees further apart, your ass up while your face rests against the pillows. 

“You’re eager, god,” you nod desperately, though you’re not sure he even notices, “you want me to fuck you like this?” 

You try to speak. You really, honestly try, but no sound comes out. Not until you feel a sharp slap to your ass that nearly pushes your whole body forward, “Yes! Please, y-yes.”

“Good girl,” you can feel him press his body against you, his cock bare against your folds and it makes you mewl, pushing against him. He has the nerve to laugh at you, leaning down so his chest hovers over your back as he whispers in your ear, “does your leg hurt?”

You’d honestly been so out of it that you’d forgotten, though this serves as a reminder of the sting on your left upper thigh. It does hurt, but not nearly enough for you to care. 

“I’m okay,” and you say it with the most conviction, your heart warming just enough that it might scare you to what the implications of your feelings may mean. He doesn’t ask for anything else, though he’s always cautious anyway, in case anything shifts in your tone that implies that you’re not okay. 

Changmin may have fucked you quite a number of times by now, and whilst you may have gotten used to his presence in the bedroom, it somehow still surprised you when his cock would bury itself inside you. Because no matter how often you found yourself like this, you were still naive enough to believe that he must be fully inside you when he’d really only come a little over halfway. 

And every time, without fail, the realisation that he was going deeper made you whimper his name in a way that sounded like a musical note to his ears. It was beautiful, to see you so out of it when he’d barely done anything that required effort. 

He stays like this for a while, cock inside you fully while your walls constrict around him, making him hiss as he’s gripping your waist with his fingers, kneading the flesh so hard it may definitely bruise as he steadies you, and you want to tell him to move, that you need him to.

Though he knows. He knows to replace his inaction with too much, because it sends you into overdrive and he loves to see you fall apart like this. Changmin is fast, unnaturally so which makes sense given who he is, but it’s the way in which he slams his hips into you that would make you collapse if he wasn’t keeping you up. 

“Oh fuck! F-fuck… M-Minnie. Harder!” 

“Think you can… can take that?” 

He loves to tease you, push you to limits that a human shouldn’t be pushed too, but you want it and he won’t deny you. 

“Y-yes. Please, Min,” his one arm goes around your chest, lifting you up against his own, your back arched while he quickens his pace, and he’s so aggressive that it may bruise both his own hips and your ass as a result, but you don’t care. 

“Wish you could s-see what you look like,” he’s trembling, nibbling on your ear before he’s gently biting into your shoulder, just sharp enough to feel but not enough to cause injury, something which takes a level of self control that he’s spent decades trying to master. You grip the arm he has around your chest with your fingers, clawing at his forearm and flesh to hold onto just as he brings his free hand to your clit, “beautiful.”

Changmin is a master at making you fall apart. The way he slams into you is animalistic, brutal even, in ways you always wished to experience when past partners just didn’t do enough, and it’s the way he shows care to you whilst treating you like a ragdoll that ultimately makes you lose your mind. 

“Fuck-” he groans, forehead falling to your shoulder, “you’re clenching.”

You know what that means. You know that aside from you being so close to an orgasm, it means that he’s going crazy from how your walls feel constricting around his cock and that he wants you to come. 

“B-bite me. P-please C-Changmin,” he doesn’t see sense anymore when you ask like that. He releases a deep growl, near possessive of you, his teeth digging into the flesh between where your neck meets your shoulder, the arm that was around your chest further up by your shoulder blades now as the other wraps around your stomach, firmly gripping you in place as he slams his cock into you one more time, your orgasm so intense that you swear you nearly see absolute darkness for just a second when you reopen your eyes. 

You cry out his name, screaming and trembling as he’s firm in keeping you unmoving which only makes it more intense, and he groans, licking the wound on your neck as you feel his cum fill you up, milking him dry as your walls clench repeatedly to grip him. 

He’s about to pull out but your hips follow his movements, keeping him close to you and you can practically feel him smirk against your neck. 

“Baby, we can’t stay like this,” but you don’t want to listen to him even if he’s right. Even when you feel him try to lick the crimson red from your skin by your neck to clean you up because you’re being stubborn and won’t let him help you properly, even then, you don’t want to move. 

However, Changmin is just as stubborn as you. That, and he has supernatural strength, able to overpower you in seconds and so he does, throwing you around and up onto his waist as he stands on the bed, your legs around his hips as you feel his cum slowly move down between your legs and to your ass, his hands gripping your flesh while he looks up at you. 

There’s something so inherently sexy about the way he can get up after an orgasm and throw you onto his waist to walk you into the bathroom, and something far more sexy about being met with the state you’re in because of him. He ruins you beautifully, litters your skin with beautiful colour that also stains his soft lips and white teeth. 

“I’m fineeeee,” but it sounds pathetic, and it’s near embarrassing how your body arches to him spreading your legs again, making him laugh at you. 

“I need to clean them,” he says, stubborn as he gently slaps your hand away that’s reaching out to touch him, “behave.”

As soon as the damp warm cloth touches your wounded thigh is when you realise that it actually hurts quite a bit more than you’d noticed, making you hiss slightly at the stinging as he tries to gently treat your skin. His eyes are hungry when he does, and you know that deep down, he’s fighting with himself to taste you again. 

“Minnie?” 

“Hmm?” 

Though you aren’t sure why you called his name, what you’re trying to get his attention for, so you just watch him fondly with eyes that give away far more than you’re ready to admit to him or even yourself. 

“You’re pretty.”

He laughs again, moving up to clean your neck and you let him without any hesitation, completely trusting him despite his instincts. 

“You’re so cute,” it makes you blush, dazed from orgasm and happy enough that he warms you with words that seem so mundane and basic, yet they’re not, “I’m gonna disinfect it but… do you wanna shower first?”

“Yes please,” your hands reach for him again, and this time he takes them into his, drawing circles with his thumbs over your knuckles, “with you?”

“If you behave,” you gasp, laughing and feigning shock though you nod nevertheless as he brings you off the counter and to your shower, stumbling slightly as you do, “careful.”

“I don’t like how you still function. It’s not fair,” you pout, letting him follow you with a hand reached out around your back just in case you fall. 

“Darling, you know you can’t compare us like that,” and he’s right, of course. He has advantages, unfair ones, but it still makes you pout. 

“Do I not satisfy you, hmm?” it’s a joke, both of you know it, but Changmin has turned you around and pressed you against the tiled wall in less than a second. His eyes are fading from their blood red to an orange hue, an indication that they’re going back to their natural state of yellow. 

“Answer your own question, I dare you to.” 

It’s the way his eyes hunger for you again, how they want you, always, and you know it was stupid to even joke, because the very answer is one thing you’ve always known since you met. 

Ji Changmin wants you the way one wants a drug when they’re addicted. He’s insatiable and he hungers for you, because you’re the only one who satisfies him. 

You're the only one that tastes so sweet.

changmin is the reason i have no sanity left and i hope it showed PFFF

I'll try to update quite soon cause I have some extra time but deciding on who to write is hard when I've been on my knees for all of them lately 🛐

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