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Seungmin likes to be manhandled.
Or, at least, he thinks he does.
He doesn’t really have experience, has never even bottomed before—not because he doesn’t want to, because he does, he just doesn’t do one-night stands and hasn’t had time to find a partner with how busy he is with, well, everything. Law school, work, pretending to be straight for his family. Eyeroll, eyeroll, eyeroll.
He considered quitting school, but he doesn’t really have a backup plan, so he’s stuck with a major he doesn’t really care about for the next two years. Sigh. It’s whatever.
Seungmin is halfway through a bottle of beer when Jisung comes rushing through the door of the bar. His shoulder-length wavy hair is windswept, strands falling in his eyes as he makes his way to Seungmin’s table.
“Sorry I’m late,” he breathes out as he takes a seat in front of Seungmin. “Minho hyung was, well, you know.”
“Railing you?” Seungmin deadpans.
Jisung squeaks. “No! I mean, almost. We were making out.”
“Fascinating,” Seungmin says, bringing his bottle to his mouth and taking a swig.
“You know,” Jisung says after a beat. “You need to finally get railed.”
Seungmin almost chokes. “What?”
“I know a guy,” Jisung says with a grin.
Seungmin raises an eyebrow. “You know a guy,” he says. “Since when?”
“He’s my coworker, actually.” Jisung’s grin widens. He steals Seungmin’s beer, sticking his tongue out when Seungmin swats at him halfheartedly. “He’s been whining about having no time to find someone to fuck.”
“And that’s what you think I am?” Seungmin asks. “Some hole? You know I don’t do casual, Jisung.”
“You need to branch out,” Jisung argues. “You’re not getting any younger.”
“I’m only twenty-five,” Seungmin says, rolling his eyes. “Besides, hook-up culture is ruining intimacy. I don’t want to take part in that. Getting fucked by some random guy is not the cure to loneliness.”
“Then let him take you out on a date,” Jisung says.
“He doesn’t know me,” Seungmin points out. “How’s he going to take me out?”
Jisung leans back in his chair and gives him a shit-eating grin, crossing his arms.
“You didn’t,” Seungmin says.
His phone lights up on the table.
Unknown Number
is this seungmin?
Seungmin is going to kill Jisung and replace him with a dog. A dog can’t betray him.
“Please tell me you didn’t show him a picture of me,” Seungmin says, but he knows Jisung did. Jisung is a fucking gremlin. Seungmin is already going over dog breeds in his head, he’s considering a golden retriever.
“Mm, I wonder.” Jisung waves Seungmin’s beer around.
“I hate you,” Seungmin says, grabbing his phone. “If he turns out to be an asshole, I’m shoving a cactus up your ass.”
“My asshole is safe,” Jisung sings. “Trust me, he’s one of the nicest guys I know.”
“We’ll see about that,” Seungmin grumbles.
me
jisung is dead
Unknown Number
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ he didn’t tell you about this?
if i’m bothering you, you can tell me to fuck off
i won’t take it to heart
me
he didn’t even tell me your name
Unknown Number
LMFAO
does he usually do this?
me
what?
whore me out?
nah this is the first time
i guess me being chronically single has finally taken its toll on him
Unknown Number
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
he cares about you
me
debatable
so what’s your name?
Unknown Number
seo changbin
nice to meet you :D
“You’re smiling~” Jisung sings.
“Shut up,” Seungmin snaps halfheartedly. “He seems nice.”
“He is,” Jisung says. “You two will get along.”
“Debatable,” Seungmin says.
“Trust me!”
“Okay, whatever,” Seungmin says. “How was your day?”
“You’re changing the subject,” Jisung pouts.
“Astute observation, Han,” Seungmin deadpans.
Jisung rolls his eyes, but goes on a rant about a new track they’re working on. Seungmin only half-listens, playing with the peeling label of his beer that he stole back.
He doesn’t think about Changbin.
Not that much, that is.
Seungmin gets home to Yongbok sitting on Jeongin’s lap and almost turns back around, but Yongbok’s eyes lock with his and his feet get stuck.
“Hi.” Yongbok grins at him. “How’s Jisung?”
Seungmin kicks off his shoes and makes his way to the kitchen.
“Don’t ignore me, Kim Seungmin!” Yongbok yells after him.
Seungmin keeps ignoring him as he beelines for the fridge so he can get himself some water. He opens it, grabs a bottle, lets the door fall shut as he cracks his water open and takes a sip.
“Come onnnn,” Yongbok whines.
Seungmin pads towards the living room. Yongbok is still on Jeongin’s lap. Jeongin hasn’t said anything, too busy fondling his boyfriend’s ass. Disgusting.
“Can you two act civilised?” Seungmin asks. “There’s bile crawling up my throat.”
“Poetic,” Jeongin quips finally.
“Fuck you, actually,” Seungmin bites back.
“Puppy’s mad~” Yongbok sings.
“Get off his lap,” Seungmin says, making his way to his armchair and plopping down on it. He brings the bottle to his mouth and takes another sip, longer this time. “You two make me sick.”
“You’re just jealous,” Jeongin says, tightening his arms around Yongbok. Yongbok chuckles, brushing Jeongin’s fringe out of his eyes.
“Jisung is trying to hook me up with his coworker,” Seungmin says.
Yongbok grins mischievously at him. “Oh?”
“Do you happen to know anything about it?” Seungmin asks.
“Mm.” Yongbok slides off Jeongin’s lap and spreads himself over the couch like a cat before sitting up and grinning at Seungmin. “He told me he’s introducing you to Changbin.”
“You know him?” Seungmin asks, raising his eyebrows.
“You’re the only one who hasn’t visited their studio,” Yongbok points out. “All of us know Changbin. He’s a nice guy, buff as fuck, definitely your type.”
Seungmin can’t lie and say that doesn’t pique his interest. He’s always had a thing for muscled men, but he hasn’t hooked up with anyone since he lost his virginity to his ex girlfriend when he was twenty.
He found out he was gay a week after that and, since then, he hasn’t found a man who seemed worth his time, mostly because all the guys who’d hit on him just wanted someone to fuck for the night and he refuses to be another knot on their bedpost.
He wants someone who’ll want him for who he is, who’ll match him hit by hit. Someone who’ll want him for more than one night. He doesn’t have the time or the energy for meaningless sex, but, apparently, everyone is allergic to commitment nowadays. Sucks.
“You should definitely give him a chance,” Jeongin says, shifting so he’s sitting closer to Yongbok, who leans into him with a contented smile. “I know you don’t do casual and I don’t think he’s the type of guy who does one night stands. I get a romantic vibe from him.”
“You’re so full of shit,” Seungmin says.
Jeongin puckers his lips at him.
Seungmin rolls his eyes.
“Did you get his number?” Yongbok asks.
“Yeah,” Seungmin says. “We texted a bit at the bar, but I left him on read.”
“You did what?”
Seungmin shrugs. “I forgot about it.”
“Answer him right now,” Yongbok demands, pelting a throw pillow at Seungmin.
The pillow doesn’t make contact. Seungmin snorts, taking a sip of his water.
“You’re such a dick,” Yongbok whines.
“You should reply to him, hyung,” Jeongin says. “Don’t be rude, what if he’s the love of your life?”
“The love of my life?” Seungmin snickers. “Aren’t you being too hasty? I don’t even know the guy.”
“Get to know him,” Jeongin says. “You need to branch out.”
“Jisung said the same thing,” Seungmin says.
“Listen to him,” Yongbok says. “You’ve never given anyone a chance, maybe it’s time for you to finally get the love you deserve.”
“This is making me cringe,” Seungmin says. “I’m okay the way I am.”
“Don’t be difficult, Minnie,” Yongbok says. “Give him a chanceeeee, I know you want toooo.”
Seungmin rolls his eyes and gets off the armchair. “I’ll think about it,” he says before making his way to his room.
“You better!” Yongbok yells after him.
He just waves him off.
me
seo changbin
Changbin
that’s me
what can i do for you?
me
send me a selca for starters
Changbin
thirst trap or regular
i have gym pics if you’re interested
me
presumptuous
Changbin
i need to shoot my shot you know
me
send me a regular pic
Changbin
you don’t want to see my muscles? :(
me
how impressive can they be
Changbin
want to find out? ;)
me
you sound like a fuckboy
Changbin
take that back
me
what are you going to do if i don’t?
Changbin
i’ll make you regret it
me
yeah?
i’d like to see you try
but first
selca
Changbin
let me go through my selca folder
me
no
i want you to take one right now
Changbin
i’m shirtless
me
sexy
Changbin
not really i’m sweaty
me
maybe i like sweaty men
Changbin
freaky
i like that
me
selca now
Changbin
let me take a shower first princess
me
were you at the gym?
Changbin
yeah
leg day today
me
let me see your gains
Changbin
at this point i think you only want me for my body
me
i need to see this body you speak of
Changbin
pre-shower pic?
me
i want to see your face
Changbin
mmmm
me
getting self-conscious now?
Changbin
fuck you i’m hot
me
i’ll only believe it when i see it
Changbin
fucking brat
you know what
no picture for you
you’re going in blind
let’s meet
me
how am i going to know it’s you?
Changbin
you’re smart i’m sure you’ll figure it out
me
you’re serious
Changbin
😇
me
dickhead
okay we’ll do it your way
Changbin
good puppy
i’ll send you the details tomorrow
i’m beat
goodnight princess
Princess. That’s doing demented things to Seungmin’s stomach. It flipped the first time Changbin called him that, which is astounding. He didn’t know that’d have an effect on him, but Changbin knows what buttons to press to make Seungmin light up like a fucking pyre.
His mental health is taking hit after hit, Changbin is hazardous.
Utter destruction is coming Seungmin’s way.
He’s thrilled, absolutely and utterly thrilled.
Changbin
good morning princess
care to join me for a run?
me
fuck off
Changbin
feisty
not a morning person?
me
talk to me one more time and i’m going to block you
Changbin
he barks
but does he bite?
me
want to find out?
Changbin
i’d love to but i gotta run
literally
me
haha he’s a comedian now
Changbin
are you into that?
me
get off my face
i need to get ready for class
Changbin
oh you’re a uni student?
me
unfortunately yes
Changbin
do you want to talk about it or
me
i’d rather not
Changbin
gotcha
i’ll get out of your hair now
thinking about your hair rn
i love your forehead
me
creep
i can’t believe you know what i look like
this is an unfair advantage
Changbin
:D
ttyl princess
Seungmin sighs. Changbin is so annoying, but Seungmin hasn’t been this excited at the prospect of meeting someone since, fuck, he doesn’t even know how long. Maybe never.
He doesn’t even know what Changbin looks like, which should put him off, but the anonymity of it just makes him even more excited to meet him and that’s so out of character for him it should make him recoil, but, against his better judgement, he’s attracted to Changbin’s personality enough to discard his reservations.
Seumgin doesn’t know how Changbin managed to find out how he ticks so fast. Seungmin feels challenged by him, no one has ever been able to match him hit by hit like this. It’s fascinating. It’s exhilarating.
Seungmin can’t wait to meet him.
He’s probably gone insane, but, well. Nothing he can do about it anymore, not that he wanted to in the first place.
He palms himself through his boxers. He’s half hard, he didn’t even notice himself chubbing up, but it doesn’t really take him by surprise, not when Changbin has an insane knack for working Seungmin up.
He runs two fingers down his length and relaxes against his pillow. He doesn’t have time for this, but he kind of wants to be reckless, kind of wants to be impulsive.
He doesn’t really care about his attendance streak, it’s not like skipping class once is going to make much of a difference.
He bites his bottom lip and squeezes himself.
He can indulge. He never indulges.
He presses the pad of his middle finger to the head of his cock, feels the damp material of his boxers under his touch and lets out a soft sigh.
He doesn’t do this often. To be honest, he doesn’t usually feel the urge to jerk off, but something about his interaction with Changbin makes him want to finger himself, stretch himself open so he can take his cock.
Seungmin has never gone past two fingers, it didn’t feel that good when it was him doing it, he wants Changbin’s fingers, wants his cock so bad it makes him deranged.
He wonders if Changbin is big, wonders how well he’d stretch him. He lets out an involuntary moan when his cock twitches at the thought of having Changbin inside him.
He’s lost his fucking mind, a man he’s never seen is making him so worked up he’s salivating at the thought of being fucked.
He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and slips his hand into his boxers, pulling his cock out and letting the waistband dig into his balls, making him hiss.
He starts stroking himself, thinking about Changbin inside him made him fully hard and leaking. He gathers some precum into his palm and spreads it over his cock, pumping it and arching off the bed at the feeling.
He’s always been sensitive, he wonders how Changbin would play with him. Would he tease him? Edge him? Would he make Seungmin beg?
Seungmin picks up the pace, fucking into his fist. He tightens his grip on his cock and throws an arm back, gripping his headboard as he rocks into the feeling of it, chasing his release.
Sweat rolls down his temples, he can taste salt on his tongue as he moans, reaching for his balls with his other hand and squeezing. A whine is punched out of him.
He’s close.
He’s so close.
He brings a hand to his mouth and licks over his fingers before sliding two of them in his mouth and sucking as he fucks his fist, his hips stuttering when he twists his wrist on the upstroke.
He presses his chin to his chest and watches his hand glide over his cock, a spark of pleasure tickling his gut at the sight of it. He can’t help but imagine Changbin’s hand around him, he doesn’t know how long his fingers are, doesn’t know how wide his palm is but it doesn’t deter him, he quickens his pace and groans as his stomach gets ruined by his cum.
Fuck.
He lets go of his cock and starfishes in bed.
Fuck.
Damn.
He inhales sharply, tucking himself back into his boxers and pushing himself into a sitting position with shaking arms. He runs a hand over his stomach, plays with the cum a little before bringing two fingers to his mouth and sucking on them.
He hums and licks over them before popping them out of his mouth and sliding out of bed to take a shower.
“Good morning,” Yongbok sings from the counter when Seungmin walks into the kitchen. He searches Seungmin’s face, his lips twisting into a smirk. “You look flushed. Had fun?”
“Shut up,” Seungmin grumbles and makes a beeline for the Keurig.
“Tell me how your jerk off session went and I’ll give you some brownies,” Yongbok says.
“It’s 8am, leave me alone,” Seungmin says, grabbing his mug from the cupboard and setting it down. He makes his way to the fridge and takes out an ice tray from the freezer before walking back to the counter.
“Come on,” Yongbok whines. “Entertain me, Innie is in the shower.”
Seungmin ignores him and fills his mug with ice. He adds some water to it and fills the rest with coffee.
He brings his mug to his mouth and takes a sip, avoiding Yongbok’s knowing eyes and humming under his breath.
“So…” Yongbok starts.
“Don’t.”
“How’s Changbin?” Yongbok keeps going. “Did you end up texting him?”
Seungmin rolls his eyes. “Why do you care?”
Yongbok crosses his legs, flicks his hair. “Did you?”
Seungmin takes another sip. He swallows. “Yeah.”
“Is that why you were stroking your shit?” Yongbok asks.
“You’re so fucking nosy,” Seungmin snips.
“That’s not a denial~”
“Bye,” Seungmin says, walking out of the kitchen with his mug in hand.
Changbin
hey princess
are you free today?
me
depends
Changbin
is that so?
me
where are we going?
Changbin
you into cafes?
me
cafe date really?
Changbin
too cliche?
me
a bit yeah
Changbin
we can meet at the gym
me
no thanks
Changbin
come on baby
i’ll spot you
me
hard pass
Changbin
i’ll turn you into a gym rat trust
me
you can try
Changbin
oh i will
anyway
if you don’t want to go to a cafe
wanna come over?
me
so forward yuck
Changbin
you don’t know what i look like
this way you don’t need to guess
me
aren’t you thoughtful
okay
send me your address
Changbin
[📍location]
me
i’ll be right there
Seungmin can’t believe he’s doing this. It’s so outside of the realm of sanity he might need to check himself into a mental hospital. He’s not usually spontaneous, always preferring to stick to a routine, he thrives in predictability, but something about Changbin makes him want to be reckless.
He takes another shower. Douches just in case. Towels himself dry when he’s done before walking out of the bathroom and towards his closet, sliding it open. He looks over his clothes.
He doesn’t have anything slutty, but he’s not going to ask Yongbok for help, he knows his roommate will go overboard and deck Seungmin in something too uncomfortable.
He wants to look hot, though, which is so fucking stupid, he doesn’t need to impress Changbin. He doesn’t want to impress Changbin. Right? Well, that’s a can of worms he refuses to open, he’s scoleciphobic.
He decides on a pair of jeans, a white button down and his burgundy tie, and throws on a brown zip-up hoodie before grabbing his phone and walking out of his room.
Jeongin and Yongbok turn around when he walks into the living room.
Yongbok’s eyes glint with mischief, a smirk pulling at the corner of his gremlin mouth. “Going somewhere?” he asks.
“Class,” Seungmin says.
Jeongin barks out a laugh. “You’re so full of shit,” he says. “Your class ended an hour ago.”
“Oh my god,” Yongbok gasps. “You skipped class to prep your hole?”
“I’m not getting fucked,” Seungmin grumbles as he makes his way to the foyer so he can put on his shoes.
“You’re saying that now,” Yongbok says. “Wait till you see Changbin, you’ll definitely change your mind.”
Seungin rolls his eyes and opens the door.
He leaves without saying goodbye.
He hopes Yongbok is right.
Seungmin is nervous.
He’s standing in front of the gate of Changbin’s condo, chewing on his bottom lip as he considers turning around and going back home. He’s come all the way here, though. He might be nervous, but he doesn’t go back on his word, he’s committed.
His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and chuckles when he sees Changbin’s message.
Changbin
i can see you
me
stalker much?
Changbin
are you going to hit the intercom or will i have to fetch you?
me
up to you
Changbin
i’m coming puppy
Seungmin’s heart is making a ruckus in his chest. He feels like he’s on the verge of a heart attack, which is so dramatic and out of character he feels like throwing up. Which is also a bit dramatic, what has Changbin done to him? He sounds like a schoolboy with a crush. Yuck. Embarrassing.
He runs his hand through his hair, licks his lips and waits.
The door opens a moment later and Seungmin’s heart almost falls to his ass.
Going through the door is the most delicious man he’s ever seen. He’s short, but that doesn’t fucking matter, he’s so buff Seungmin’s cock kicks in his pants.
“Hey, princess,” Changbin smiles as he makes his way to the gate and Seungmin sees God. He reconsiders being an atheist because, fuck, Changbin is gorgeous. He’s so fucking handsome—vee shaped face with a gently sculpted jawline, high cheekbones, strong nose and small, pouty lips that Seungmin wants to taste like his life depends on it.
And his body? Fuck. His arms are probably bigger than Seungmin’s thighs, Seungmin has never wanted to be headlocked like he does right now. His chest. Fuck. It stretches his tanktop, the swell of them makes Seungmin salivate.
He’s bottoming today, mark his words.
Changbin chuckles. Seungmin blinks.
“Are you going to get in?” Changbin asks. His voice is so deep, Seungmin is going to kill himself.
“You’re short,” Seungmin says.
“Yah!” Changbin yells. “What the fuck?”
Seungmin laughs, it’s a bit nervous, a bit overwhelmed. Changbin leans against the frame of the gate and holds the door open with his foot. Seungmin feels his eyes on him and looks up, their eyes lock and Seungmin can’t help but giggle.
Fuck, he’s so embarrassing.
“Come in, puppy,” Changbin gestures inside.
“You’re in my way,” Seungmin says.
“I need the password,” Changbin sings, a shit-eating grin lighting up his pretty face. He’s so fucking cute and sexy, it pisses Seungmin off.
Seungmin considers kicking his stomach. Considers taking off his shoe so he can feel his abs. Considers…
Changbin raises an eyebrow at him.
“Flex your arm,” Seungmin says.
Changbin makes a buzzer sound. “Wrong! Try harder, princess.”
“Fuck you,” Seungmin says.
“You’re testing my patience,” Changbin says, pushing himself off the gate and inching closer to Seungmin. He looks up at him, puffs his chest and Seungmin feels the sudden urge to partake in cannibalism. He’s so hot. He’s so fucking hot, Seungmin is doomed.
What if he reached for Changbin’s tits…
His hands clench by his sides.
Fuck.
Seungmin finally reaches for Changbin and pokes his stomach. Fuck. Firm, but soft, he wants to bite it.
“Oof.” Changbin staggers back dramatically. “You need to clip your nails,” he teases.
“Get out of my way, little guy,” Seungmin bites.
Changbin hums, caressing his chin. “Projecting, I see.”
Seungmin wants to kiss him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a twink,” Changbin states. “Only little guy here is you.”
“You’re literally pocket sized,” Seungmin counters. “Tiny.”
Changbin stares at him.
Seungmin stares back.
Changbin inches closer to him and, before Seungmin can say anything witty, Changbin is grabbing him and throwing him over his shoulder, making Seungmin yelp.
Seungmin lets out an involuntary giggle when Changbin smacks his ass as he starts walking.
Seungmin feels up Changbin’s back and, fuck, he’s so fucking nnnghhhh. Seungmin is at a loss for words. He’s horny, he’s utterly horny and he needs Changbin to throw him on his bed and fuck him into incoherency.
Changbin tightens his arm around him and Seungmin’s stomach caves in. He’s so strong, Seungmin can feel how strong he is as his hands roam over his lower back, sturdy, so, so delectable and his ass? Yeah, Seungmin is in heaven.
Don’t ever let him wake up from this.
Seungmin grabs two handfuls of Changbin’s ass, squeezes and lets out a groan.
“Having fun there?” Changbin asks as he walks through the door.
“Mm.” Seungmin keeps fondling his ass.
He isn’t usually this touchy, but something about Changbin just brings that out of him. He’s not really complaining, because, if he’s being honest, he’s a bit touch starved.
He craves intimacy, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it and he’s thankful Changbin didn’t hesitate to grab him. It makes his heart ache a little and that’s really damning, isn’t it?
Changbin sets him down once they’re inside his condo. Seungmin licks his lips and toes out of his shoes. Changbin is leaning against the door watching him when Seungmin looks up.
He’s so fucking hot it should piss Seungmin off, but he just wants Changbin to grab him again, flip them over and press him to the door.
“Do you have a plan or did you just invite me over so you can stare at me?” Seungmin asks.
Changbin shrugs. “What can I say? You’re really pretty.”
“Pretty? That’s not a word people usually associate with me,” Seungmin says but he can’t lie and say it doesn’t make him feel something because it does, he feels something and it’s intense. Maddening, even.
Changbin pushes himself off the door and closes the distance between them. He cups Seungmin’s chin and thumbs at his bottom lip.
Seungmin feels the urge to recoil, but not because he doesn’t want his touch, it’s more about him not being used to being touched so reverently. It makes him almost squirm.
“So pretty,” Changbin whispers.
“Your breath stinks,” Seungmin says because he doesn’t know how to take a compliment, isn’t used to getting them.
Changbin sinks his nail into Seungmin’s bottom lip and Seungmin grits his teeth so he won’t whine.
“You’re not going to get a rise out of me,” Changbin says, eyes going dark as he looks at Seungmin’s mouth. “Not this time.”
“Want to test that theory?” Seungmin bites back. “I don’t break easily, you know.”
Changbin scoffs. Inches even closer, tilting Seungmin’s face down so he can brush their lips together. Seungmin isn’t breathing.
Changbin pulls back and smirks when Seungmin chases his mouth.
“You’re so annoying,” Seungmin almost whines.
Changbin lets out a laugh, loud, booming. Seungmin grabs the collar of his shirt and leans down, kissing the laugh out of Changbin’s mouth.
“Woah,” Changbin laughs into his mouth. “Eager.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Seungmin growls.
Changbin cups Seungmin’s nape and presses closer to him, tonguing at Seungmin’s bottom lip. Seungmin doesn’t give him access.
“Be good for me, princess,” Changbin breathes out.
Seungmin shakes his head with a close-mouthed grin.
Changbin huffs. “Want me to get rough with you? You just need to ask.”
“Are you even capable of it?”
Changbin grabs Seungmin’s cheeks and puts pressure on them, Seungmin can’t really fight it, he knows he’s not strong enough for that and that makes his cock jump, already hard in his pants. His mouth falls open and Changbin kisses him, his tongue plunging into his mouth.
Seungmin has been kissed before, but it wasn’t like this. Changbin kisses him like he wants to consume him, intense and overwhelming, his tongue teasing and wicked.
Seungmin presses his thighs together, hands twisting in Changbin’s collar as he kisses him harder, challenging, letting go of Changbin’s collar to thread his fingers through Changbin’s hair as he sucks at Changbin’s tongue.
Changbin groans, taking off Seungmin’s hoodie before wrapping an arm around Seungmin’s waist and pulling him into his firm chest, Seungmin bites off a moan by sinking his teeth into Changbin’s bottom lip.
Changbin pulls back. “Is this okay?” he pants.
“Shouldn’t you have asked that earlier?” Seungmin asks, out of breath. His heart is jackhammering in his throat.
“You seemed to be enjoying it,” Changbin says. “But, yeah, I should’ve, but I was a bit… preoccupied.”
“I want you to be rough with me,” Seungmin says. “But I’m not going to give in easily, I want you to break me.”
Changbin’s cheeks are kissed pink. “Yeah?”
Seungmin nods. “Yeah, but… I need you to know I’ve never been fucked before.”
Changbin’s eyes widen. “What?!” he shrieks.
Seungmin winces. “Don’t yell, idiot,” he says, smacking Changbin’s arm. “I know my limits, you don’t need to worry about hurting me.”
“I’m not being rough with you on your first time,” Changbin says, there’s a bit of a whine to his tone.
“What if I want you to?” Seungmin challenges.
“Baby, trust me on this,” Changbin says. “I can’t in good conscience be rough with you on your first time bottoming.”
“So you’re not going to fuck me?” Seungmin’s bottom lip juts out a bit.
“Oh no, I didn’t say that,” Changbin says. “I’m going to fuck you, but I’m not being rough with you. Not today.”
Seungmin scoffs. “Are you going to make me beg?”
“No amount of begging’s gonna make me change my mind,” Changbin says.
“Not even if I threaten to leave?” Seungmin asks sweetily, batting his eyelashes.
“You wouldn’t,” Changbin says.
“You sure?” Seungmin asks, raising a challenging eyebrow.
Changbin’s eyebrows twitch.
“You want to be rough with me soooo bad,” Seungmin teases, wagging his index finger side to side as if he’s hypnotising Changbin.
Changbin rubs a finger over the bridge of his nose and inhales sharply. “You need to know what you’re getting into,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t decide what I want for me, Changbin,” Seungmin says, crossing his arms.
“Hyung,” Changbin says. “I know you’re Jisung’s age, call me hyung.”
“I don’t want to,” Seungmin says.
Changbin grabs Seungmin’s ear and pulls, Seungmin yelps out a giggle. “Ah, aaah, Changbin!”
Changbin hums, letting go of his ear to scruff him and bring him closer to him. “Is this what you want?” he grits.
“What do you think?” Seungmin challenges.
“Mm,” Changbin says. He lets go of Seungmin’s neck and grabs Seungmin’s tie, tugging at it and dragging him towards what Seungmin assumes is his room.
Seungmin feels excitement thrumming in his veins as he lets himself be dragged.
Don’t save him, he’s exactly where he wants to be.
Changbin grabs him and throws him on the bed before climbing on top of him. He cages Seungmin’s head in with his huge arms and Seungmin grabs Changbin’s hips, looking up at him.
Changbin is looking at him like he wants to eat him and Seungmin can’t help but laugh.
Changbin laughs with him, leaning down to nose at his cheek. “Have you ever fingered yourself?” he asks, kissing Seungmin’s cheek softly.
“Two fingers,” Seungmin says. “But it didn’t feel that good.”
“I’ll make it feel good for you,” Changbin says, raising his head so he can look at Seungmin.
“You sound so sure of yourself,” Seungmin says. “Let’s see what you got, big guy.”
Changbin raises an eyebrow. “I’m big guy now?”
Seungmin slides his hands up Changbin’s back, feeling up his muscles until he’s grabbing Changbin’s arms and squeezing. “Yeah, big and sturdy.”
Changbin chuckles. “You like them, huh?”
“Who wouldn’t?” Seungmin asks.
“Are you allergic to straightforward answers?” Changbin asks.
“Only when I want to piss people off.” Seungmin grins.
Changbin snorts. “You’re really something, Kim Seungmin,” he says.
“Mm.” Seungmin slides his hands over Changbin’s chest. “Take off your clothes.”
“Say please,” Changbin pouts.
“Fuck you,” Seungmin says.
Changbin purses his lips. “I don’t think that’s what I told you to say.”
“You’re not going to make me beg,” Seungmin says simply, blinking his eyes at him.
“We’ll see about that,” Changbin says as props himself on one of his arms and loosens Seungmin’s tie. “Why are you wearing a fucking tie?” he whines.
“Forget my tie, unbutton my shirt,” Seungmin demands.
Changbin tries to unbutton his first button one-handed, but he fumbles, grumbling in frustration and making Seungmin giggle.
Changbin sits up in Seumgin’s lap. Seungmin pushes himself into a sitting position and starts unbuttoning his shirt. As much as he wants Changbin to do everything for him, he’s eager to get naked.
“Get naked, Seo Changbin,” Seungmin urges.
Changbin giggles. “So serious.”
“Fuck off,” Seungmin bites halfheartedly. “Let me see you.”
“Oh, you want to see little ole me?” Changbin teases.
Seungmin rolls his eyes. “Why are you being a brat right now?”
Changbin tilts his head and grins at him.
“Take off your clothes, bitch.” Seungmin swats at Changbin’s stomach before reaching for his shirt.
Changbin giggles and pulls his shirt over his head. Seungmin stops what he’s doing and gawks. Changbin’s chest is so fucking perfect, literally sculpted by a deity, his stomach is absolutely mouthwatering, firm yet soft looking. Seungmin wants him so fucking bad.
He lets go of his shirt and runs his hands over Changbin’s stomach, feels it up before sliding them up to his chest. He cups Changbin’s tits and groans.
Changbin laughs, but lets Seungmin grope him. Seungmin leans in and buries his face in his chest, Changbin humming and threading his fingers through his hair.
Seungmin bites hard into the swell of his left pec, making him yelp out a laugh. Seungmin hums and licks over the indents of his teeth before pulling back—begrudgingly, because he wants to be buried there forever.
“Let’s get you out of this shirt,” Changbin says, loosening Seungmin’s tie until the knot falls apart and throwing it over his shoulder before unbuttoning Seungmin’s shirt and sliding it down his arms, exposing his chest. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Seungmin squirms, but lets Changbin run his hands down his chest. “You really are a twink,” Changbin says with a laugh.
“Get off me,” Seungmin says. “Take off your pants while you’re at it.”
Changbin snickers. “Demanding.” He doesn’t fight Seungmin on that, probably because he’s as impatient as Seungmin is. He rolls off Seungmin’s lap and falls beside him on the bed, kicking off his sweats.
Seungmin almost swallows his tongue when Changbin’s cock slaps against his stomach. He’s big, makes saliva pool under Seungmin’s tongue. Seungmin can’t stop staring.
Changbin giggles. “Like what you see?”
Seungmin huffs and focuses back on his jeans, unbuttoning it and unzipping it before shimmying out of it and folding them.
“Neat freak,” Changbin teases.
Seungmin flips him off and tosses his folded pants on the floor before taking off his boxers and doing the same.
He crawls towards Changbin and straddles his lap, planting his hands on his chest. He looks down at Changbin and smirks. “Hi.”
“Hey, gorgeous,” Changbin says, rubbing his hands up and down Seungmin’s thighs. He slaps one of them and Seungmin jumps, his cock following. He didn’t know he was into being spanked a little, but it doesn’t really surprise him, considering, well, everything they’ve done so far.
Changbin snickers. “Wasn’t expecting that?”
“Do it again,” Seungmin demands.
“You know what I want from you,” Changbin sings.
“I’m not saying please,” Seungmin says.
“Then you’re not getting what you want.” Changbin pinches his thigh lightly.
“Harder,” Seungmin says.
Changbin smirks at him.
“Oh, fuck you,” Seungmin bites.
“I’m fucking you, baby,” Changbin says.
“Ha, ha,” Seungmin deadpans.
Changbin raises an eyebrow. “Don’t want me to?”
Seungmin crawls out of his lap and settles himself next to him, spreading his legs.
Changbin sits up and looks at him. “Mm, didn’t even need to tell you to get in position. Maybe I can train you, after all. Knees to your chest, baby.”
Seungmin whistles.
“Seungmin.”
Seungmin rolls his eyes, but grabs his knees and brings them to his chest. He feels the sheets swish as Changbin moves, biting his bottom lip and looking up at the ceiling.
He feels too exposed like this, too vulnerable. He isn’t sure if he wants to be fingered in this position, it makes him too overwhelmed.
“I don’t think I like this,” he says.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… well,” Seungmin hesitates.
“What is it, baby?” Changbin asks, running his hands over Seungmin’s shins.
“I kind of want to see you,” Seungmin confesses.
“Oh, you do?” Changbin says, a tinge of condescension to his tone that makes Seungmin’s cock twitch. “Okay, puppy.”
Changbin grabs Seungmin’s legs and throws them around his hips, Seungmin wraps them snugly around them and lets out a startled moan when Changbin manhandles him so he’s sitting on his lap.
Seungmin looks at him with his eyes wide.
“What?” Changbin asks, grinning at him. Cocky and infuriating, Seungmin wants him inside him.
“You’re so full of yourself,” Seungmin says with an eyeroll.
“You’ll find out it’s amazing to be full of me, then you’ll understand,” Changbin quips.
“Don’t quit your day job, hyung,” Seungmin teases.
Changbin shivers. Seungmin smirks.
“You like that, hyung?”
“Shut up, I want to come inside you,” Changbin says.
“Oh?” Seungmin grins, wrapping his arms around Changbin’s shoulder. “You think I’d let you?”
“I’m clean,” Changbin says.
“Are you?”
“I can show you my test results,” Changbin offers.
“I’d like that, actually,” Seungmin says.
Changbin throws his head back and cackles.
“I take safe sex really seriously,” Seungmin says matter-of-factly, but there’s a giggle to it.
“Okay, princess,” Changbin says. “Grab my phone from the nightstand, I’ll show you.”
Seungmin reaches for Changbin’s phone and hands it to him. Changbin grabs it and wraps an arm around Seungmin’s waist as he types away at it.
He hands his phone to Seungmin. Seungmin goes over the results, all negative. Good. He tosses Changbin’s phone on the bed and grins at him. “You can raw me,” he says.
Changbin’s eyebrows slant as he groans, burying his face into Seungmin’s neck. “You’re so.”
“I’m so?” Seungmin asks, threading his fingers through Changbin’s wavy hair.
Changbin sucks at his skin, making Seungmin shiver. “Perfect,” he says into Seungmin’s neck. “You’re perfect.”
“Mm, yeah?” Seungmin asks.
“I’m not saying it again,” Changbin says, biting into the crook Seungmin’s neck before pressing kisses down his shoulder.
“Not even if I beg?” Seungmin asks.
“I’d consider it,” Changbin says, licking over Seungmin’s collarbone.
“Would you?” Seungmin asks, playing with the baby hairs by Changbin’s nape. “Well, I guess we’ll never find out, huh?”
Changbin groans. “You make me crazy.”
Seungmin giggles. “Prove it. Fuck me.”
“Need to prep you, princess,” Changbin says and lifts his head. He grabs Seungmin’s ass and moves them up the bed. “Can you grab the lube?”
“Where is it?” Seungmin asks.
“It’s the blue bottle on my nightstand,” Changbin says.
“You have lube out like this?”
“Would I be creep if I said I fucked my fist to our texts last night?” Changbin asks.
Seungmin barks out a laugh. “I’d be a hypocrite if I said yes.”
Changbin raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Seungmin grabs the lube and hands it to Changbin. “Shut up and finger me.”
Changbin snickers and grabs the lube. He cracks it open, pouring a generous amount into his palm before tossing the bottle on the bed and spreading the lube over his fingers, slicking them up.
Seungmin presses closer to him, hissing when his cock knocks against Changbin’s. Changbin’s hand flies to his hip as he groans, thumb pressing into Seungmin’s hipbone.
“You’re really big,” Seungmin breathes out.
“That’s why I need to be careful,” Changbin says. “Don’t want to hurt you, I’ll ease you into it.”
“Maybe I want it to hurt,” Seungmin says.
“You don’t, trust me,” Changbin says. “I don’t want to rupture your asshole.”
Seungmin barks out a startled laugh. “Rupture my asshole?”
“What!” Changbin exclaims. “It happens! And it can lead to hemorrhoids!”
Seungmin rubs a hand over his nose as he snickers. “How do you know that?”
“Because it happened to my ex!” Changbin yells.
“You gave your ex hemorrhoids?” Seungmin asks, still gigging.
“No! His ex did it!” Changbin says. “I try to always be careful because of it.”
“Mm,” Seugmin hums. “Fine, but stop yelling.”
“Good boy.” Changbin says with a normal tone this time, patting Seungmin’s ass. “Now lean on me.”
Seungmin does as Changbin reaches behind him and spreads one of his asscheeks before teasing his fingers around his rim. Seungmin holds his breath, burying his face in Changbin’s neck as Changbin presses down into his perineum, making him let out a soft moan and shiver.
“You’re sensitive,” Changbin notes. “Good, I like that.”
“You talk too much,” Seungmin breathes out.
Changbin pinches his ass hard and Seungmin yips. “Watch your mouth,” he says playfully. “Wait, you know the spotlight system?”
“Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to keep going,” Seungmin rattles off.
“Diligent,” Changbin praises.
Seungmin smiles against his neck. “I know about this, I just don’t have experience, you know?”
“Yeah?” Changbin asks, dipping the pad of his finger inside Seungmin and circling it around. “Tell me about it.”
“Stick it in and I will,” Seungmin sings.
Changbin huffs a laugh. “Are you really trying to bargain with me right now?”
Seungmin pushes his ass back, Changbin’s finger sliding a centimetre deeper inside him. Changbin pulls him into his chest with a strong arm around his waist, his finger slipping out of Seungmin.
Seungmin lets out a noise in complaint, rolling his eyes. “Can you get on with it?”
“Patience, princess,” Changbin chastises. “You can be good, can’t you?”
“Probably, but I don’t want to,” Seungmin says, reaching an arm back to finger himself, but, before he can do anything, Changbin is snatching his arm and pressing it to his side.
Seungmin makes a face at him.
“Be good,” Changbin says.
Seungmin bares his teeth at him.
“Cute,” Changbin says, grinning.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” Seungmin bites, trying to fight Changbin’s grip but Changbin just tightens his hold on his arm. Seungmin’s cock twitches, he’s never been this hard in his life.
“I don’t think so,” Changbin sings.
“Finger me,” Seungmin says.
“Say please.”
“Finger me right now,” Seungmin demands, trying to wiggle in Changbin’s hold, but Changbin’s arm is snug tightly around him. Seungmin growls, smacking Changbin’s shoulder. “Do it!”
Changbin doesn’t move.
Seungmin grumbles, rolling his eyes.
Changbin smirks at him. “Are you going to be good?”
Seungmin just glares back.
“Come on, puppy,” Changbin goads. “Don’t you want my cock?”
Seungmin purses his lips in thought. “Not really,” he decides to say, he wants to get a rise out of Changbin and make him lose control. He’s going to double down until he gets what he wants.
Changbin laughs mockingly. “Not really, yeah?”
Seungmin grins.
Changbin rolls his eyes and, suddenly, Seungmin is being tossed on the bed. He laughs delightfully as his back hits the mattress, but it dies down when Changbin doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything.
Seungmin frowns. He pushes himself up on his elbows and looks at Changbin, pouting when Changbin slides out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
Changbin reaches for his sweats and Seungmin’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“Missed Tottenham’s game this morning,” Changbin says as he slides into his sweats, “so I’m watching the replay.”
“You can’t be serious,” Seungmin says, baffled.
Changbin just shrugs and walks out of his room.
Seungmin stares at the space where Changbin was in complete and utter astonishment. This cannot be happening, Changbin did not just walk out on him like that.
Seungmin can’t believe the gall on this man, leaving him naked on his bed to watch fucking football. Seungmin is going to kill him.
He crawls out of bed and stomps out of the room, arms crossed and pouting as he makes his way to the living room. Changbin doesn’t acknowledge him when Seungmin takes a seat next to him on the couch.
Seungmin glares at Changbin’s side profile, but Changbin doesn’t seem to care, too focussed on the TV. The commentators are talking amongst themselves while the game doesn’t start, but Seungmin tunes them out, he’s not interested in the game right now, he wants Changbin to pay attention to him.
Changbin shifts, spreading his legs. Seungmin gets on his knees on the couch and inches closer to him, straddling one of his thighs.
Changbin still doesn’t acknowledge him.
Seungmin huffs and leans into Changbin to start pressing kisses to his collarbone, he trails his lips up, bites into Changbin’s shoulder. Changbin’s breath catches and Seungmin smiles against his skin. Changbin won’t ignore him for long, he can tell.
Seungmin cups one of Changbin’s pecs and squeezes as he presses kisses along the column of his throat, raking his teeth over his Adam’s apple while sliding his hand down and teasing the waistband of Changbin’s sweats. Changbin lets out a bitten off groan when Seungmin sucks into his skin.
Seungmin hums, cupping Changbin through his sweats. Changbin inhales sharply, but doesn’t show any signs of paying attention to him. Seungmin needs to up his game.
He licks over Changbin’s neck and blows on it. Changbin shivers and grabs Seungmin’s hip, sinking his nails into his skin. “Baby…”
“Mm.” Seungmin starts rocking into his thigh.
“Fuck,” Changbin breathes. “Okay.” He wraps his arm around Seungmin’s waist and flips them over so he’s pressing Seungmin to the couch. He wedges himself between Seungmin’s thighs and grabs Seungmin’s wrists, bringing them up and pinning them over Seungmin’s head.
Seungmin blinks up at him.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Changbin grits.
Seungmin’s lips twitch.
“God,” Changbin groans. He brings Seungmin’s wrist together and wraps one hand around them so he can grab Seungmin’s face with the other and kiss him forcefully, fingers digging harshly into his skin.
Seungmin moans into his mouth, letting Changbin consume him. He wraps his legs around Changbin’s waist and presses him into him.
Changbin bites into his bottom lip and tugs, rocking his hips into Seungmin. Seungmin gasps, nails digging into his palms as he bucks his hips up. Changbin groans, licking over Seungmin’s bottom lip before burying his face into Seungmin’s neck, grinding into him.
Seungmin whines, “Please.”
“What do you want, baby?” Changbin asks, kissing Seungmin’s skin.
“Please, fuck me,” Seungmin pleads. He can’t be fucked to act out anymore, he wants Changbin so bad he burns with it.
Changbin lifts his head to coo at Seungmin. “Aren’t you sweet?”
“Hyung.”
Changbin snickers. “Okay, baby,” he says, sitting up on the couch. “Sit up for me.”
Seungmin pushes himself into a sitting position and bites his bottom lip when Changbin pulls him into his lap and slides out of the couch, the show of strength makes Seungmin lightheaded.
Seungmin clings to him as Changbin makes his way back to his room.
Changbin presses him into the bed. “How do you want this?” he asks, propping himself on his forearms so he can look down at Seungmin.
Seungmin licks his lips. “I want to see you.”
Changbin grins. “Yeah?”
“Don’t piss me off,” Seungmin bites playfully.
“Mm.” Changbin noses Seungmin’s cheek. “Want to be on my lap again?”
“Yeah,” Seungmin says.
“Okay, baby.” Changbin nods. “Arch your back for me.”
Seungmin does and Changbin circles his arms around him, pulling him up and into his lap. Seungmin wraps his arms around his neck, leaning down to kiss Changbin.
Changbin smiles against his lips. “You’re so much more docile now,” he teases.
Seungmin rolls his eyes and pulls Changbin’s hair.
Changbin snickers, rubbing Seungmin’s back before shifting and patting the bed. “Aha,” he says.
Seungmin sits back on his lap and bites his bottom lip as he watches Changbin squeeze some lube into his palm. Changbin spreads it over his fingers, warms it up before reaching behind Seungmin and teasing his rim with two fingers as he spreads his asscheek open with his other hand.
Seungmin rests his forehead on his arm and sighs when Changbin slides a slicked-up finger inside him up to the second knuckle. He’s used to this part, one finger barely registers to him, it was the same with himself.
“You can add another,” he says, turning his head to press a kiss to Changbin’s neck. “One doesn’t do much.”
“You sure?” Changbin asks. “‘Cause you’re really tight.” He wiggles his finger inside Seungmin, who only hums in response.
Yeah, it doesn’t really do anything for him, he needs more. Needs to feel the stretch. Craves it, even.
“Please, hyung,” Seungmin says. “Give me another one.”
“As you wish, princess,” Changbin says.
“You’re not going to argue with me?” Seungmin asks.
Changbin laughs. “Were you expecting me to?”
“Isn’t that our whole thing?” Seungmin asks.
“I don’t want to limit myself to just one personality,” Changbin says. “I contain multitudes.”
Seungmin snorts, which earns him a spank. He yips, then giggles. “You can be rougher.”
“Greedy,” Changbin teases, rubbing over Seungmin’s ass before fucking two fingers inside him without preamble.
Seungmin gasps, sinking his nails into forearm as he pushes back on Changbin’s fingers. He’s finally feeling a bit of a stretch, it doesn’t really hurt, but it stings a little and he welcomes it by fluttering his eyes closed and humming.
Changbin crooks his fingers and Seungmin jolts, feeling a pull in his gut. Fuck. “Right there.”
“Yeah?” Changbin rubs the spot and Seungmin can’t help but moan quite loudly.
“Fuck, please,” he gasps. “More.”
Changbin hums, scissoring his fingers before pulling them out so just the tips are inside, then fucking them back in, does it one, two, three more times before he’s adding a third.
Seungmin’s eyes roll back, he feels so full, but he knows it’ll pale in comparison to Changbin’s cock. He can’t wait to have it inside him. He wants it so bad he’s salivating at the thought.
Changbin fucks him with his fingers, spreads them inside, grazes the tips against Seungmin’s prostate. Seungmin bites back a moan when Changbin picks up the pace, pulling him into his chest. The change in angle makes Seungmin’s vision white out for a second, he moans every time Changbin hits his prostate with maddening precision, clenching around his fingers and making Changbin groan.
“I’m ready,” he pants, reaching back and grabbing Changbin’s arm. “I’m ready, hyung.”
Changbin doesn’t let up.
“Hyung,” Seungmin whines. “Please.”
Changbin squeezes Seungmin’s ass, sliding his fingers out of him. He moves so he’s pressing Seungmin to the mattress. He hovers over him.
“Put your cock in me,” Seungmin demands.
Changbin presses closer to him, his cock bumping against Seungmin’s ass and smearing precum on his skin. Seungmin bites his bottom lip, hiking his legs up Changbin’s back as Changbin pushes the head of his cock inside him.
“Deeper,” he says. “Please.”
Changbin’s cock slides deeper inside him and Seungmin’s back arches at the impossible stretch. He feels like he’s being split open and nothing has ever felt this fucking good, it has his eyes rolling back as he lets out a hiccup, fingers tangling in his own hair.
“You good?” Changbin grits.
“Give me more,” Seungmin pants. “I need more.”
Changbin bottoms out with a sigh. Seungmin feels so full he can’t help but moan. Changbin is so big, so thick, Seungmin wants him inside him forever.
He grabs Changbin’s face and brings it down so he can kiss him. “Move,” he breathes into his mouth.
Changbin licks over Seungmin’s bottom lip as he pulls his hips back and snaps them back in. Seungmin yips, fingers digging into Changbin’s skin as Changbin runs a hand over his thigh and starts an unhurried pace.
Seungmin relaxes against the mattress, mapping out Changbin’s face with his hands as Changbin fucks into him like he’s scared he might break. Seungmin can’t have that, he wants him to take him, wants him to fuck him until all he can do is babble incoherent strings.
“Faster,” he says. “Faster, hyung. Harder.”
Changbin groans and picks up the pace, fucking Seungmin harder, making him hitch up the bed with every thrust. Seungmin moans unabashedly, scrabbling to find purchase on Changbin’s back, fingers digging into skin, nails biting.
Changbin hisses, squeezing Seungmin’s thigh as he starts an stronger grind. Seungmin is already shaking under him, letting out little whimpers every time Changbin hits his prostate.
Changbin’s body shifts and, suddenly, there are fingers pressing on Seungmin’s lips. Seungmin opens his mouth and moans when Changbin feeds him two of his fingers. Seungmin closes his lips around them, grazing his teeth over them as Changbin fucks him even faster, fingers sliding deeper in Seungmin’s mouth and making Seungmin gargle a moan.
“Fuck, close,” Changbin pants.
“Give it to me,” Seungmin moans, Changbin’s fingers sliding out of his mouth. “Give it to me, please. I want your cum, want you to fill me up.”
“Want me to breed you, baby?” Changbin asks, a teasing lilt to his winded voice as he trails his wet fingers over Seungmin’s neck.
Seungmin groans, smacking Changbin’s shoulder blade and making him giggle. Stupid. “You’re so stupid,” he pants, but he can’t lie and say that didn’t make his cock twitch.
Changbin giggles, nosing under Seungmin’s chin. Seungmin lets his head tip back and hums when Changbin licks over his throat as he snaps his hips into him.
“Just take me,” Seungmin says.
“You sure?” Changbin asks.
“Hyung, please,” Seungmin says. “Fuck me like you mean it, I can take it. Please, give it to me. Want it so bad.”
Changbin groans, caging Seungmin in so he can start an unrelenting, almost rabid pace that has Seungmin’s back arching with how harshly he nails his prostate, making him let out a wounded noise that rings in his own ears.
His cock drags deliciously inside Seungmin, the change in angle making him hit his prostate with every thrust. Seungmin can’t help but shiver as Changbin fucks him.
He’s so close, moaning for more, more, even more and Changbin gives it to him, ucking him hard and fast until Seungmin is succumbing to it, convulsing under him as cum paints his stomach in thick ropes.
Changbin fucks him through it until he’s spasming with overstimulation.
“You okay?” Changbin pants.
“Come in me,” Seungmin breathes out.
Changbin moans and starts pounding into him, chasing his own release. Seungmin throws his arms back and grabs onto the bedpost as he’s fucked within an inch of his life, his entire body lighting up with it as he babbles garbled words of more, just like that, give it to me.
Changbin buries himself to the hilt, face hidden in Seungmin’s neck as he spills inside him. Seungmin moans at how warm his cum is as it fills him up.
Changbin rocks his hips into him before he stills and falls bonelessly on top of him, panting. “Shit.”
“That was underwhelming,” Seungmin teases. He’s lying through his teeth, he’s never come so hard in his life.
“Shut up,” Changbin smacks his side before rolling off him, his cock slipping out Seungmin’s hole.
Seungmin pouts. He feels so empty now.
Changbin moves so he’s lying between Seungmin’s legs. Seungmin pushes himself on his elbows and raises an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?”
Changbin just hums and pushes Seungmin’s legs up with his hands on his outer thighs so he can bury his face between them and lick at Seungmin’s sensitive hole, making Seungmin yelp.
“Hyung! What the fuck!” he laughs.
Changbin giggles, circling Seungmin’s rim with his tongue before fucking it inside. Seungmin falls back on the bed, threading his fingers through Changbin’s hair and moaning when Changbin starts fucking him with his tongue.
Changbin hums as he sucks at it, kneading Seungmin’s thighs for a bit before pulling back and moving away.
Seungmin trails his fingers over the cum on his stomach absentmindedly. Changbin comes back a moment later, pressing a warm washcloth to Seungmin’s stomach. Seungmin lets his hand fall back on the bed and smiles dazedly at Changbin as he cleans him up.
Changbin winks at him when he’s done and joins him on the bed after tossing the washcloth aside. Seungmin cuddles up to him, back to chest. Changbin wraps his arm around him and presses his nose to his nape.
Seungmin sighs, relaxing into him.
Right when Seungmin is almost falling asleep, his alarm goes off.
“Fuck.” He shoots up in bed. “I’m gonna be late for work.”
“Noooooo.” Changbin paws at him. “Don’t leave me.”
“Sorry, hyung,” Seungmin says. “I need to pay rent.”
Changbin whines as Seungmin gets off the bed and grabs his clothes from the floor so he can start getting dressed. He probably needs a shower, but alas.
Changbin sits up in bed and pouts at him. “Am I gonna see you again?” he asks.
“I don’t do one night stands,” Seungmin says as he zips up his pants. “So you’re gonna have to take me out now.”
“Woe is me,” Changbin jokes.
Seungmin rolls his eyes as he puts on his shirt and buttons it. “You better take me somewhere nice.”
Changbin grins. “I know a place.”
“Mm.”
Changbin gets off the bed and grabs his sweats, putting them on before sliding on his tanktop. “Can I drive you to work?” he asks.
“I’d love that, actually,” Seungmin says, pushing his hair off his forehead.
Changbin closes the distance between them and grabs his face, pulling him down so he can press a kiss to his forehead. Seungmin lets out a disgruntled noise, making Changbin snicker and let go of him.
“Let’s go, princess.” He loops his hand in Seungmin’s beltloop and drags him out of his room.
Yeah, Seungmin likes to be manhandled.
Someone calls Changbin halfway through the drive. The caller reads “Hyunjin”.
Changbin looks at Seungmin. “Mind if I pick up?”
Seungmin shakes his head. “Go ahead.”
Changbin presses the accept button.
“Hey, hyung,” Hyunjin’s voice trickles in, there’s an attractive drawl to it.
“Hey, Jinnie,” Changbin greets. “What’s up?”
“Just want to remind you of our dinner Friday, Chan hyung is making your favourite.”
Changbin hums. “Yeah, I didn’t forget.” He flicks his eyes towards Seungmin, then back to the road. “You mind if I bring someone?” he asks.
Seungmin squawks. “What the fuck.”
“You’re with someone right now?” Hyunjin asks.
“Taking my future husband to work,” Changbin says.
Seungmin hits his arm. Changbin chuckles and squeezes Seungmin’s thigh.
“What’s his name?” Hyunjin asks. “Wait, can he hear me?”
“Yeah, I can hear you,” Seungmin says. “I’m Seungmin.”
“Oh my god, hi,” Hyunjin says. “I’m Hyunjin, nice to meet you.”
“Guess we’re seeing each other on Friday?” Seungmin says.
Hyunjin laughs. “Not one for formalities, huh?” he asks. “Yeah, guess we are. Anyway, gotta go back to work. I expect a full report on this new development later, hyung.”
“Fuck you,” Changbin bites playfully.
Hyunjin giggles and hangs up.
“Friend?” Seungmin asks.
“Best friend,” Changbin says. “Him and his boyfriend are basically family.”
“That’s nice,” Seungmin says. “How did you meet?”
“We grew up together,” Changbin says. “His parents are my parents’ best friends and shit, you know how it goes. We were basically forced to become friends, but I’m glad we did. Love that guy.”
“I’m like that with Jisung,” Seungmin says.
“Yeah?” Changbin asks.
“We were practically born together,” Seungmin says. “My mom got pregnant at the same time as his mom, it’s kind of crazy.”
Changbin laughs. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Seungmin interlaces his fingers with Changbin’s. He can see the corner of Changbin’s lips lift. “I mean, my mom got pregnant a few days after Jisung’s mom but still, we were raised together basically and I can’t seem to shake him.”
Changbin snickers. “I’m glad you can’t, if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have met you. He deserves a fruit basket for this.”
Seungmin rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”
Changbin brings their hands to his mouth to place a kiss to Seungmin’s knuckles.
“Idiot,” Seungmin grumbles.
“We’re here,” Changbin says after a moment.
Seungmin looks out the window and sees the cafe. He lets go of Changbin’s hand and unbuckles his seatbelt. “Thanks for the ride,” he says, opening the door.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Changbin asks.
Seungmin looks at him with an eyebrow raised. “What?”
Changbin puckers his lips. Seungmin rolls his eyes but leans over the console to press a kiss to his lips. Changbin smiles against his mouth. Seungmin nips his bottom lip before pulling back and getting out of the car.
He closes the door. Changbin opens the window.
Seungmin props his arms on the open window and tilts his head in question.
“See you on Friday?” Changbin asks.
“Yeah,” Seungmin says.
Changbin grins. “I’ll text you.”
“You better,” Seungmin says, tapping the car door before straightening himself up and walking away with a stupid smile on his face.
His mom calls him during his break.
“Eomma,” he says.
“How are you, Seungmin-ah?”
“I’m gay,” he says without preamble.
His mom laughs. “Thank you for telling me, but that’s not what I asked.”
Seungmin should’ve known his mom wouldn’t really care.
“I’m okay,” he says. “How are you?”
“Good, bring your boy over for dinner, yeah?”
“How do you know I met someone?” Seungmin asks with a frown.
“I know you,” his mom says. “I gotta go now, just wanted to check in on you. Love you.”
She hangs up.
Seungmin can’t help but laugh.
What a fucking crazy day.