Arf! Arf!
Rating: E
Warning(s): Explicit sexual content, dom/sub, heavy petplay, hypnokink in the form of modified clicker training (snapping instead of a clicker tool), praise kink, strap-ons, oral sex, dacryphilia, cock stepping, mild degradation kink, spit as lube, minor masochism, no prep because I forgot to write it in āļøš¤Ŗ, anal sex, barebacking, oral fixation, spanking, come marking, breeding kink, knotting, come eating, cunnilingus, slight scent kink, leg humping, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation. Also trans Sumin and pathetic down atrocious puppy sub Jinsik because I'm a pathetic down atrocious trans puppy sub and I say so.
Description: Jinsik thinks that he has it in him to be bratty. Sumin welcomes him to try.
(Read on AO3)
All is silent in the xikers dorms. Today is a rare day off now that Red Sun promotions are over, so the members have decided to spend it accordingly. Minjae and Yechan have gone off to the studio, Junmin and Hunter are in the practice room helping Hyunwoo sharpen his dance skills, Seeun has dragged Yujun out with their manager for a day hitting the malls, and Junghoon is at another rehab appointment. This just leaves the two lovebirds Sumin and Jinsik together in the dorm for some long-awaited alone time.Ā
Their morning was spent curled in each otherās arms, the ever-disciplined Sumin slipping into Jinsik's room and bed as soon as his usual morning alarm had gone off. Jinsik had turned his own alarm off the night before, so they got to sleep in and dream of each other until almost noon. Sumin had made brunch for them after they woke up, and they ate together before going out for a walk around town.Ā
Theyāve since returned home and are nestled on the couch together, enjoying the silence and each otherās company⦠Until Jinsik breaks the silence.
"You know yeobo, I'm starting to get a little tired of always having to obey you."Ā
Sumin's hand doesn't stop petting Jinsik's hair, nor does Jinsik lift his head out of Sumin's lap. Jinsik does, however, roll over just a little so he can look Sumin in the eye. He's met with a casual raised eyebrow.
"Do you mean in general or in bed?" Sumin is calm as ever. That's what Jinsik loves about him, he never escalates based on assumptions, always talks things out until they're clear with him. Jinsik is so lucky.
"In bed," Jinsik answers. He schools his face into a pout despite how much he wants to smile instead; he has to show Sumin that he's serious, after all! "I know we both feel good when I listen to you, but I'd like to take control for once. I bet I could make you beg for me just like I do for you." He finally lets himself smile at that. The mental image has been haunting him for weeks now; Sumin spread out on his bed, aching and begging for Jinsik to give him some relief. He wouldn't even need his cock to please Sumin, he knows the effect that just the sight of his tongue has on him! His train of thought is interrupted by a soft huff of laughter from Sumin.
"I'm sure you could, jagiya." Sumin yields to him far too easily, like he's watching a cute puppy trying to unlock a gate. Jinsik ignores how that nonchalant attitude strikes up an almost desperate heat in his gut. Both of them know that Jinsik is the strongest member without even having to work out. He could easily overpower Sumin and take whatever he wants from him. He just needs to take the initiative.
"Yeah, I could, so I will!" Jinsik declares, hammering in his point by brushing Sumin's hand aside and shoving him down so he's lying across the couch. Yet again, he goes down far too easilyāwith a smile, evenāand even more frustratingly, doesn't shift his hips up to help Jinsik drag down his loose sweatpants. He quickly finds out why when his fingers catch on something on the way down and he's met with the sight of a very familiar black harness. It stops Jinsik in his tracks. It's been a while since they did anything past kissing in general, but even longer since Sumin has last worn that for him. The spark of heat in his gut blazes up into a wildfire.
"Still going to make me beg, pup?' Jinsik's brain is too busy leaking out of his ears to formulate a response to Sumin's teasing, let alone resist that all-too-fitting petname. He backs off as Sumin sits back up; can'tāwon'tātouch him without permission. He thinks he shakes his head, he really can't tell if he did with how entranced he is at the sight of Sumin's strap. "Sit," Sumin commands with a snap of his fingers, and Jinsik bolts to the floor where he's pointing so fast that his knees bruise. The pain is nothing, losing his attempt at dominance is nothing, all he can focus on is Sumin's smiling face above him where he belongs. Sumin snaps again. "Speak."
"Woof!"
"Good boy~" Sumin cups his cheek with one hand, ruffles his hair with the other, and Jinsik is up so high that he can almost forget the throbbing need between his legs. "I'll forgive you if you bring my cock over here, pup. Can you do that for me?"
Jinsik nods so frantically that he almost bites his own tongue. Forgiveness, Sumin's cock, helping his master... He's a greedy pup, he wants it all.
"Such a sweet pup that I have~" Sumin coos, and Jinsik whimpers. "Now, you remember what pups don't do, right?"
Jinsik nods again; pups don't walk on two legs, pups don't use their hands, pups don't talk, pups donāt forget that the safeword is "Roady".
"Good boy, you're so smart!" Sumin praises, lightly shaking Jinsik's head around. Cuteness aggression, because Jinsik is a cute pup just for him. "I left it in my bag, now go fetch!"
Jinsik takes off on all fours almost before the command is finalized with a third snap of Suminās fingers. Not actually before, though, just almost. He's Sumin's good pup, he won't let him down. He finds Sumin's bag easily, it being just on the other chair next to the couch, and unzips it just as easily with his teeth. He sort of wishes that Sumin would wear sweatpants less often so he could open some other kind of zipper with his teeth⦠He shakes the thought out of his head; that's a conversation for another day. It only takes a little bit of messy pawing around inside the bagāhis fingers carefully curled up so he doesn't break the rulesāfor him to find Sumin's cock; a long, thick, knotted green monstrosityāMinjae's words, not his (everyone now knows to never open Sumin's mail for him)āthat makes Jinsik's jaw ache as he takes it into his mouth. He's already drooling around it as he trots back to Sumin and it's not even properly inside his mouth yet.
"'Good boy~" Sumin purrs upon his return. "You're so sweet, I've forgotten what I was about to punish you for" he says with an exaggerated pout as he takes his cock from his mouth. "That would have been mean of me to punish you for no reason, now wouldn't it? How about a treat instead?" Jinsik lights up even brighter than he had been before; if he had a tail, it would be wagging so hard that his whole body would be shaking.
"Woof!" He emphasizes his approving bark with a play-bow, ass up and chest so low that his shirt slides down to reveal his narrow waist. Perfect for Sumin to grab, right? Perfect to hold him in place with, right? He hopes he can convey his pleading with just his face, turned up towards Sumin at an angle that makes his neck hurt.
"Ooh, someone's eager~" Sumin teases as he kicks off his sweatpants. He has to take off the harness to put his strap-on together properly, shifting his hips up andāoh. He hadn't been wearing anything else other than that. He's also dripping, tdick standing red and proud and shining with slick. Jinsik's mouth floods with drool that he doesn't even bother to swallow down. He's been promised a treat, he can slobber for it as much as he wants! He can't help but whimper when Sumin clasps his strap back on and obscures Jinsik's view. "Naughty pup," Sumin chides, "were you hoping to get two treats?"
Jinsik's metaphorical tail stills its wagging. Could he? He averts his gaze from Sumin's cock to his eyes, chest prickling with shame. Sumin's face breaks from a playfully offended look into a smile.
"I know this is going to spoil you too much for your own good, but I'm doing it anyway," he sighs. āCome here.ā Jinsik obeys, straightening up from his bow to rest his head in Suminās waiting hand. Sumin cradles him so gently as he shifts forward until Jinsik goes cross-eyed staring at his cock. "Cute,ā he coos. He snaps with his free hand. It's quieter than the one he usually uses, but it's just as hypnotizing to Jinsik. āGet this nice and wet for me to fuck you with, and then you can taste the other one.ā Jinsik doesnāt have to be told twice!
He opens wide for Sumin to shove his cock inside; waits like a good pup for that wonderfully mind-numbing weight on his tongue instead of taking it for himself. Sumin pulls him down by the hair, totally uncaring if Jinsik chokes or gags. Why would he care about something that wonāt happen, after all? Jinsikās mouth is deep enough that they wouldnāt have to worry about his gag reflex even if he had one. His eyes still water beyond belief despite this, spilling over as they roll back in his head. He chases the taste of his own tears as they mix with his spit on Sumin's cock; cis dick is apparently salty sometimes, so this must be an approximation of how Sumin feels when sucking Jinsik off. It feels like the fucking dream.Ā
āSuch a good boyāfuckāI bet youāre leaking already,ā Sumin curses, though Jinsik can hardly hear him over his own lewd slurping and muffled whimpers. He's hardly getting any time to breathe between thrusts, the back of his throat getting bullied into what he knows will get him a scolding from his vocal coach. Just the way he likes it. Sumin hooks a leg around his back and drags him closer until Jinsik has to brace his handsāstill curled into pawsāon Sumin's thighs for stability. He's leaking just like Sumin had predicted, has been leaking for a decent while by now. It's only just started to soak into his pants, wet and slick but still somehow sticky and fuck does it get to his head when coupled with the sting in his scalp. He wantsāneedsāto get off, so hard that heās dizzy, would still be dizzy even if Sumin wasnāt fucking his throat like this. Heās rough enough that Jinsik canāt take his hands off his thighs to rut against them. A fresh wave of tears sting Jinsikās eyes at the realization; usually Sumin gives him at least something! Then again, the leg that isnāt still hooked around his waist is right there, within Jinsikās reach⦠The thought has Jinsik moaning around Suminās cock. It would be so dirty, so degrading to use Sumin like this; what kind of untrained, vulgar pup would he be to hump his masterās leg just for his own pleasure? Heāll be punished for it for sure⦠But the temptation is too appealing. He does his best to be subtle, make it look like heās just scooting over to get comfortableā
āonly for Sumin to lift up his heel and bring it down directly onto his cock. Not hard, thank fuck, but still with enough force to make Jinsik see stars.Ā
āNaughty pup,ā Sumin scolds. He drags Jinsik off his cock as if to add to his punishment. Jinsik gasps out a ragged moan, tears and drool flowing freely down his face. āYour desperation is so obvious, it's kind of pathetic.ā He grinds his heel just a tiny bit harder against Jinsikās throbbing arousal and Jinsik can only moan and whine, weak to the pleasure-pain that only Sumin can give to him.Ā
He could come just like this, he realizes, even though this is new for both of them. Would Sumin let him, just this once?Ā
āThen again, I think I've strung you out for long enough. We'll talk about it later for next time, okay?ā Jinsik whimpers in protest but nods anyway. Sumin is right, itās better to wait and talk than risk a meltdown by pushing through. āUp.ā
Sumin snaps his fingers again and Jinsik drags himself back onto the couch in an instant. The movement finally draws his attention to how damp heās gotten, his sweat sticking his shirt to him and his pants sticky with precum.Ā
āAww, poor pup~ā Sumin coos when Jinsik whines. āGetting too hot there, aren't you?ā He nods and Sumin snaps. āPaws up.ā Jinsik obeys as soon as heās stable on the couch, putting his arms up for Sumin to take off his shirt, and then falls back against the cushions and lifts his hips so Sumin can take off his pants and underwear. He canāt hold back his groan of relief when his skin is exposed to the air, head spinning too much to even be flustered at the exposure even when Sumin is raking his eyes over his body like he wants to devour him. āFuck, you're so sexy,ā he growls. āDo you have any idea how much I envy you? You don't even have to work for it, and your body is like this.ā Suminās words are punctuated by his hands sliding up Jinsikās sides, squeezing at his narrow waist and pressing him into the couch until his thumbs brush his nipples. Jinsik arches into the touch. āYou're so sensitive, too~ā Sumin pinches him, hard, and Jinsik yelps and tries to squirm out of his reach, but his cockāaching and red and leaking all over his stomachājumps and gives him away. He never would have guessed that Sumin could turn him into such a masochist. Love does funny things. āCute. I can't decide if I want to play with you or be inside you.ā Jinsik whines in complaint; he needs Sumin inside him, now! Hasnāt he done all that he was supposed to? āOkay, okay, enough playing. Turn around.ā Jinsikās metaphorical tail gets right back to madly wagging as soon as their legs are untangled enough for him to obey.Ā
He presents just the way Sumin likes it; ass up, back arched, face pressed into the cushions. He gets a reverent hand tracing down his spine for his efforts that has him shivering. Sumin's touch is always so warm, so loving even when heās punishing Jinsik. So gentle unlike the rough prod of his cock against his hole.Ā
āRemember to breathe, pup.ā Is all the warning he gets before Sumin pushes his way inside; his unforgiving girth punching the breath out of his lungs and splitting him open with only Jinsikās spit to ease the sting.Ā
āYou like that, pup?ā Sumin asks when Jinsik cries out. He slows down his less-than-gentle entrance for just a moment, pulling out slightly and returning to shove a pillowānow encased with Jinsikās discarded shirtāunder his hips. The rough, scratchy friction against his leaky cock borders on painful, yet he canāt stop himself from rutting against it; forward onto the pillow, backward onto Suminās cock, over and over until the pain blooms into pleasure. āThis is easier than I thought it would be,ā Sumin muses, one hand gripping Jinsikās waist to steady him. āHave you been touching yourself when Iām not around?āĀ
Jinsik muffles a broken whine into the couch cushions. Caught.Ā
āCome on, pup. Answer me clearly.ā Suminās voice takes on an authoritative edge. The hand on his waist tightens hard enough to bruise, while the other snakes around his throat to pull him up. āYouāre allowed to talk just this once,ā he teases, only to hook two fingers into Jinsikās mouth. āI mean, if you can~ā he adds when Jinsik chokes on a moan. Jinsik decides not to answer right away. The pressure of Suminās fingers on his tongue is just too good to resist closing his mouth around them and sucking, circling his tongue around the thick digits until his mind goes blissfully blank. The sound of it all is filthy; Jinsikās muffled whimpers between his lewd slurping and the creak of the couch springs beneath him as Sumin fucks his way inside. Jinsik canāt get enough.Ā
āSuch a needy pup, always wanting something to suck on,ā Sumin huffs. He drags his fingers out of Jinsikās mouth and lightly slaps him across the face with them, leaving a wet streak behind. āCome on, pup. I still need an answer.ā He snaps his fingers again. āSpeak.ā
āYuhāyeah, I have been,ā Jinsik slurs. It's so hard to form words after not needed to for so long; the motions of his jaw and tongue now unfamiliar to him. āJusā missed yāso much, need somethinā in me, need yāto fuck me, please, please!ā He twists around to face Sumin properlyābeg him properly. āJusā move already, āll be fine.ā
Sumin shoves his face back into the cushions. The new angle makes it hard to breathe with the way it restricts his throat; then again it could also be how deep Sumin reaches inside now. Heās almost bottomed out completely with just the knot left to shove its way in. He needs it all; needs it deeper, harder.Ā
āSuch a greedy pup,ā Sumin sighs. āNo more talking,ā he adds with a resounding slap to Jinsikās ass. It stings so good that his eyes are spilling over again, fresh tear tracks running down his ruddy face. Jinsik obeys and lets his verbal processing skills melt away to blissed-out moans and whimpers. Heās much more comfortable this way, incoming crick in his neck aside. āYou just want to be broken and bred, donāt you?ā Suminās filthy words are paired with the rough drag of his cock against Jinsikās walls, pulling out halfway and slamming back in.Ā
(Yes!) he wants to say, (Yes, please, breed me, stuff me full, give me your puppies!) He's already been freed from the burden of speaking, though, so he's reduced to just the animalistic moans that Sumin fucks out of him at a brutal pace. Sumin likes that, but he doesnāt understand them, so Jinsik rocks backwards and meets his thrusts as hard as he can manage. His cock ruts harshly into the pillow no matter what direction he goes in and it makes him feel so trapped, so dirty, so used. Just like it should be.Ā
āGood boy,ā Sumin growls. āSuch an obedient pup for me, my perfect little slut. Gonna knot you, knock you up with so many puppies. Fill out this pretty figure of yours.ā His hand digs a bruise into Jinsikās waist and Jinsik positively wails. The thought of his slender body growing wide and rounding out around Suminās childrenāimpossible as they would beāafter this is absolutely dizzying; he wants it, needs it. āWant my knot, pup?ā Jinsik does his best to nod from his place shoved against the couch. Suminās smileāeven though it's blurred with tearsācouldnāt possibly be more beautiful. He finally releases his grip on Jinsikās head and thrusts his fingers into his face. A familiar snap brings Jinsikās brain back into focus. āKiss.āĀ
Jinsik presses his lips against Suminās fingers in the best approximation that he can manage in his ruined state. Sumin huffs out a laugh, gentle fingers wiping Jinsikās drool off his lips.
āSweet boy,ā Sumin sighs. āNot that kind.ā Jinsik blinks his bleary eyes up at him in confusion until he snaps again. āHow do pups kiss?ā Oh, right. Pups donāt kiss like people. He scrambles to correct his mistake, curling his tongue around Suminās fingers and lapping at them until theyāre shining with spit. āThatās better.ā Jinsikās focus fizzles back into blissful nothing at Sumin's praise. This is all he needs to function, just Suminās guiding hand, Suminās voice in his ear, Sumin commanding his every movement, Sumin, Sumin, Sumiā
His muted thoughts shatter into white-hot pleasure when Suminās slick fingers wrap around his cock. He muffles a cry into the couch as Sumin jerks him off; fast and hard to make up for his thrusts starting to slow down. Itās a welcome change from the pillow under his hips, which has gone from scratchy to borderline chafing over the course of this rough mating.Ā
āGood boy,ā Sumin groans over Jinsikās sobbing moans. āSuch a good pup for me.ā His hand speeds up and Jinsik nearly collapses, held up only by Suminās grip on his waist. āGetting close?ā Sumin really doesnāt need to ask. Heās ruined Jinsik enough times that he can tell just by how his cock twitches in his grasp. āYouāre so easy,ā he purrs. The hand around Jinsikās waist releases him just for a moment, and with one last snap of his fingers;
āCome.āĀ
Jinsik obeys instantly with a howling moan, so hard he nearly whites out. Suminās knot pops into place right against his prostate and sends sparks down his spine with every twitch of his body; all the more stimulation that's rapidly building up to be almost too much. Sumin doesn't let him get away; his hips still grinding his knot into him and his hand milking him for all heās worth until heās sobbing and trembling. Heās helpless to do anything other than take what Sumin gives him, until heās choking on his sobs, until Suminās hand and the pillow underneath himābless Suminās foresight to cover it with his shirtāare drenched in white, until the waves of his orgasm start to ebb into painful aftershocks. Sumin releases his cock with one final tug and spanks him just to make him squeal, no doubt leaving a white streak behind. Marking him. The thought makes his spent cock stir again, though heās far too boneless to do anything about it at the moment. He only vaguely registers Suminās hand disappearing to drag the pillow out from under him. Thereās a rustle of fabric and the pillowānow stripped of the shirt that had been covering it and mostly clean of any evidenceāthumps onto the couch next to Jinsikās head and his shirt is tossed into an inside-out heap on the floor.Ā
āFuck,ā Sumin hisses under his breath. Jinsik makes some kind of quizzical bleating noise in response; he knows something hasnāt gone right but is still too fucked-out to really process it. āItās nothing that bad, donāt worry,ā Sumin reassures with a gentle hand on Jinsikās back, āyouāre just a messy pup. There's cum on the couch.ā Fuck, indeed. Jinsik faintly wonders if Sumin will command him to lick it off. Heās done that before after fucking him against his desk, it wouldnāt be a surprise if he did it again. Jinsik wouldnāt mind. Good pups do what theyāre told. Jinsik doesn't hear any snap or command though, just the faint tinkering of Sumin taking off his cock. His strength has returned enough for him to turn around and give Sumin a questioning look. āPretty pup.ā Sumin pauses his unstrapping and reaches out with his clean hand to wipe Jinsikās tears away. āNormally I would tell you to clean up your mess, but this is a shared couch and I'd rather not get your tongue on it before it goes inside me. Iāll take care of it this time.ā Jinsik lights up.Ā
āWoof!ā His tongue hangs out from between his teeth in his anticipation, and he starts to squirm and paw at Sumin, impatient for him to free himself and give him his second treat. The movement tugs at Suminās knot and they both hiss.Ā
āSo impatient,ā Sumin sighs. āHold on, pup, I can't really do this with one hand.ā He sticks his fingers in front of Jinsikās face again and snaps, the motion flicking some of Jinsikās own cum onto his cheek. āClean up.āĀ
Jinsik obeys, parting his lips so Sumin can shove his fingers inside. His mouth floods with drool as Sumin presses them against his tongue and smears his release all over it. Itās slightly bitter but he laps it all up anyway, sealing his lips around each of Sumin's thick fingers to suck it off, then moving on to licking his palm clean. He swallows it all under Suminās watchful eye and is rewarded with a smile.
āGood boy.ā His hand retreats and his weight pulls away from Jinsik mere seconds after, finally freed from the harness that he now buckles inside-out around Jinsikās hips and legs to keep his knot secured inside him. āStill want your other treat?ā Jinsik can feel himself getting hard again before Sumin can even finish his sentence. He whimpers pathetically, both of them already knowing that Sumin can tell he needs it. A familiar snap chases away Jinsikās desperate thoughts. āSit.ā
Moving is a challenge now that Jinsik has a knot in him sending zaps of pleasure up his spine, but Jinsik is a good pup, so he obeys and drops to his bruised knees where Sumin points him. When he looks back up at Sumin, he's in the middle of stripping his shirt off. Jinsik's eyes roam over whatās revealed; soft abs, scar-defined chest, toned arms. Sumin lays his shirt on top of the couch before sitting down on it and opening his legs right in Jinsikās face. Of course the motion draws Jinsik's gaze right between them. Suminās inner thighs have grown damp with his own slick, red marks cut into his skin by the harness that's now strapped on Jinsik. He's flushed a deep red, made darker by his black not-quite-curls. He's trimmed them again. Jinsik whines; he understands why he would, but itās so much more enjoyable to bury his face in them and breathe him in when theyāre longer. Then again this gives him a better view of Sumin's throbbing tdick and how wet heās gottenāitās like heās applied gloss around his pussyāso he supposes it's worth it.Ā
āCome here, pup.ā Sumin's words are punctuated by two quick snaps. Jinsik shakes himself out of his daze and rushes to obey, crawling between Sumin's legs and resting his cheek on his thigh. His hands come up to rest higher up on Suminās legs, still curled into paws, still a safe distance from his hips. His treat is so closeā¦Ā
Another snap.Ā
āWait for it.āĀ
Of course Sumin wouldn't make this easy for him. He whines but obeys and keeps still; if he's good and waits without touching himself, he'll get his treat. Sumin grins down at him. One hand cards through Jinsik's hair, the other held up ready to snap. Jinsik can feel himself starting to tremble in anticipation.Ā
Snap.Ā
āSpeak.ā
āWoof!ā
Wait, whimper, whine. Wet his lips. Watch Suminās grin grow wider.Ā
āWant your treat, pup?ā Sumin asks. He wraps a leg around Jinsikās shoulders to drag him in closer, until he can almost taste it. Jinsik nods, a fresh wave of desperate tears pricking his eyes. The final snap of Sumin's fingers echoes in Jinsik's ears.Ā
āEat up.ā
Jinsik dives in like he's starving. Sumin's walls are so soft, fluttering around his curling tongue and soaking his face down to the chin in slick. His musk is the strongest here, thick and heady and intoxicating. Jinsik laps it up, breathes it in, tastes itātastes Sumin. His nose bumps against his tdick with every swipe of his tongue and Suminās grip on his hair tightens until it stings.
āGood boy, fuck, such a good boy,ā Sumin moans. The praise goes straight to Jinsik's neglected cock as Sumin grinds against his tongue, guiding him with a hand in his hair and his thighs squeezing his head. Jinsik could drift off to heaven like this, smothered between Suminās legs and listening to his muffled noises of pleasure. This is his purpose. āMāgetting close pup, you're doing so good.ā Jinsik whimpers into Suminās pussy at the praise. He chases after it, licks deeper into him to pull more of those pretty moans from his mouth.Ā
Heās fully drunk on Sumin now, the way he tastes, the way he clenches around his tongue, the way his pubes scratch his face; another reason why he doesnāt like them trimmed. Itās all made up for by the way Sumin drags his face up to shove his tdick into his mouth. Jinsik seals his lips around it and sucks hard, just the way Sumin likes it. He canāt help his smile when Sumin outright squeals above him. The leg that isnāt in the middle of crushing Jinsikās head digs its heel into his thigh as Sumin folds in on himself.Ā
āFuck, pup, like that, just like that, good boy,ā he sobs in a breathless, constant string of praise. Jinsik whines, about as strung out as Sumin sounds. Suminās tdick twitches in Jinsikās mouth and it makes his cock ache. He's still being good, right? He can use Sumin to get off without being punished this time, right? He dips his head down to lap up more of Suminās slick instead. Heās learned to be a good pup, he wonāt do anything unless heās told to, so Sumin shoves his foot between Jinsikās legs for him. āGo on and use me, pup. Māso close, I know you can come again for me.ā He snaps his fingers with a shaky hand. āMake a mess out of me, pup.āĀ
Jinsik muffles a moan into Suminās cunt. Finally! He sucks and laps harder at his tdick until Suminās thighs start to tremble; a telltale sign that heās about to come, so Jinsik keeps it up until the very last second just so he can catch the gush of Suminās slick directly in his mouth. Fuck, he tastes like heaven. Suminās shaky, strained moans spur him to keep going, coax more of his juices out with his lips and tongue so he can swallow it down, drink him in until his stomach starts to turn. Heās spoiled that way. Sumin lets him indulge, nudges his trembling leg against Jinsikās cock until heās moving his hips on his own.Ā
Humping Suminās leg is just as dirty as Jinsik expected it would be, especially with the knot still inside him sending shocks of pleasure through his body with every snap of his hips. The shame burns him up in the best way possible, and he takes that heat out on chasing both his and Suminās pleasure.Ā
āFuck, you and your devilās tongue,ā Sumin gasps out, hips bucking harshly against Jinsikās face every time he licks into him. āGonna come, greedy pup?ā His voice has grown strained from how Jinsik refuses to let up on his cock; he keeps chasing Suminās taste even when Suminās grip in his hair has started to sting, even when the leg around his shoulders threatens to crush his head, even when his own pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. His breath starts to grow short as his orgasm builds, supercharged and twice as intense as the first thanks to the stench of sex filling the room and Suminās raw cunt clenching around his tongue and the slick dripping down his face and chest; Suminās mark, Suminās claim.Ā
Jinsik really does white out this time. Maybe itās because he came so hard it fucking hurt, maybe itās because Sumin shoved him into his cunt so hard that he briefly suffocated him, maybe itās some combination of both. All he remembers before heās blinking awake in Suminās arms is both of them slumping down against the couch.Ā
Theyāre soaking in a warm bath now, Jinsikās back pressed up against Suminās chest. One of Suminās hands carefully keeps his head above the water line while the other massages away the aching bruise on Jinsik's side. He must have cleaned up and gotten them here sometime while Jinsik was out. Jinsikās back and jaw are deliciously sore now, and will no doubt be giving him absolute hell tomorrow. Sumin, sensing his stirring, pulls him closer and presses a kiss to his shoulderĀ
āWelcome back, Sleeping Beauty,ā he teases. His voice is ever so slightly hoarse next to Jinsikās ear; Jinsik vaguely recalls hearing it start to break on his moans from his overstimulation. āAre you alright, jagiya? Did I push you too far?ā Jinsik shakes his head.
āNo, I liked it.ā Jinsik attempts to twist around to look at Sumin properly only to be stopped by an unpleasant, tugging ache. āOw. Weāve been rougher before, itās okay.ā He intercepts Suminās concerned, hovering hand by taking it into his own. āHow are you feeling? Iām sorry I made you do this all by yourself.ā He kisses Suminās knuckles, unsure if his tone alone will convey his guilt. Sumin hums in protest and kisses his neck.
āIām fine, itās not like you could have controlled that.ā He leans his head against Jinsikās and wraps his arm around his waist. His touch lingers on Jinsikās belly for just a moment; like something had taken, Jinsikās imagination supplies. Like they have something precious underneath. āHaving you here like this makes up for it.ā Jinsikās heart melts. It drips down and soaks into his skin, dissolves into the water and carries him off on the ripples to a heaven where only he and Sumin exist.
āI love you,ā he murmurs into the silence between them. Suminās lips curl into a smile against his skin.
āI love you too.āĀ
Later on, theyāll sit up and clean each other off properly. Theyāll run loving fingers through each otherās hair, work out the knots in each otherās bodies with the utmost care, tend to each otherās bruises as if any touch other than the most gentle will break them. After that theyāll help each other get dressed, sneak past the living room hoping that the open window will air out the smell of their coupling before the others get home, and curl up in Suminās bed together to cuddle and kiss the hours away. Jinsik will cry, and when Sumin asks him why, heāll shake his head and tell him that heās just so lucky to have someone who loves him so much, whoās so good to him. Heāll apologize for being silly and Sumin will reassure him, kiss his tears away until they drift off to sleep.
Thatās all for the future, though. In the present, they only need the heat of the bath and each otherās embrace.















