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Minho was kneeling in the bathtub, a towel under his knees and another under his hands, his head turned as he craned his neck to watch Jisung working. The younger was swirling a spoon around in the large bowl, focused on his task as Minho watched with a combination of dread and excitement. One tap, two taps, then Jisung was placing the spoon on the counter, leaning over the tub with the bowl. “Is this warm enough? It’ll cool down a bit once I put it in the bag.”
Minho stuck two fingers into the brown liquid, the smell of coffee filling his nose. “Yeah,” he responded softly. “It’s fine.”
Jisung hummed, patting Minho’s soft hair gently before returning to the sink to retrieve the equipment. They already had some of it set up, like the hook hanging from the showerhead for the bag to attach to. “You can remove the plug, baby,” Jisung said. “Start with your fingers.”
Minho almost hated how soft and gentle Jisung became during these events. No name-calling, hair pulling, no welts or bruises would form on his body. This hurt enough on its own and was degrading enough on it’s own. Jisung needn’t do a thing to make it so.
Jisung shuddered as he heard the soft moan escape from his boyfriend’s beautiful lips, knowing the older had just removed the pretty glass plug from his hole. He watched in the mirror while he worked as Minho made quick work of lubing up his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Jisung purred. “Go ahead.”
Now with Jisung’s express permission, Minho’s hand reached back, sliding along the soft skin of his waist and around the curve of his ass before pressing the first finger into his hole. Minho’s breath shuddered as he slipped in the second, loving the feeling of being filled, even though his fingers were short and couldn’t do much. He didn’t waste any time, not even bothering with extra lube before adding the third, gently scissoring inside himself as he bit back small gasps and moans. He heard the click of the bag being hung behind him and nearly jumped. “Already?”
“No need to sound so disappointed,” Jisung chuckled softly. “It’ll be over before you know it. Just think of your reward after, hm?” The younger grabbed the lube from the edge of the tub, slicking up the nozzle swiftly.
Minho whined, but did as he was supposed to, removing his fingers and allowing the younger to slide the nozzle in. He couldn’t help but tense in anticipation.
“Ready?”
“N-no, wait,” Minho gasped, shaking his head.
“I’m going to start.”
“But-”
“I’m going to start,” Jisung’s voice was a bit harsher this time. “You’ll be fine.”
Minho moaned as he felt the warm liquid begin to enter him, the smell of Americano filling the air once more. Jisung’s sift fingers trailed over Minho’s spine to soothe him, gentle and calm. “Breathe baby. You can do this.”
The beginning of the enema was always the same: smooth, gentle, pleasurable even. But Minho had done this enough by now to know it wouldn’t last long, and sure enough, the cramps soon came, causing the older’s hand to come up to his stomach, groaning as he attempted to massage away the pain.
Jisung replaced the clamp, allowing Minho to breathe as he worked through the cramps in his abdomen. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” he reminded gently, fingers still caressing the soft skin of Minho’s back.
Minho waited another few moments before giving the go ahead. “Okay.”
Jisung released the clamp once more, more Americano slipping into the older as Minho gasped. He was grateful that they always used decaf, knowing the caffeine introduced to his body in such a way could be dangerous. He kept attempting to massage away the ache, but he was already getting overwhelmed. “Stop,” he choked out, hand clenching into a fist against the towel on the floor of the tub. He wasn’t supposed to ask how much was left, but he was desperate to know. “Sungie- Sung, I-”
“Shh,” Jisung quieted the older, pressing soft kisses to his lower back. “You’re taking it so well, baby. So good for me.”
The flow continued for what felt like eternity, until Jisung began to slow it, cooing softly at the older. “You’re doing so good, Min. You’re over halfway there.”
Minho tried to form words, but all that came out was a half-hearted, disgruntled noise.
“You can do it,” Jisung assured him. “You’ve done it before. You can take it.”
Minho nodded weakly, biting his lower lip to the point of nearly breaking skin. A small whimper escaped as he felt the flow start again, tears finally breaking free and slipping down his cheeks. “I can’t, please, I can’t,” he cried, Jisung clamping the flow once more. “Jisungie, I- please, I can’t do it…”
Jisung’s hand came to rest on the curve of Minho’s belly that wasn’t usually there. “I know you can,” his voice was soft, not a trace of anger or disappointment. “You can do it, but I won’t make you. It’s up to you, Min.”
Minho hated having the decision placed on him. It would’ve been easier if Jisung just told him to suck it up and take it, easier if Jisung made the decisions for him like he always did, but now it was on him. He could back out, they could stop, but then he wouldn’t get his reward either. “I’ll try,” he whispered, eyes squeezing shut as the flow began once more.
Jisung reached down, hand circling around the older’s cock and beginning to pump it slowly in an attempt to turn the older’s whimpers of pain into moans of pleasure. Soon enough, the flow stopped, and Jisung was removing the nozzle, pressing a kiss to Minho’s back. “Hold it in while I get the plug, okay?”
Minho nodded slowly as he tensed his muscles around the liquid in his body, fighting through the ache in order to do as instructed. Even despite his effort, a small amount of coffee escaped, dribbling from his ass and down his thighs.
Jisung wiped away the liquid as he pressed the plug into his boyfriend’s hole, watching the way it was quickly swallowed by the muscle.
It seemed like an eternity. Minho knew he only had to hold it for ten minutes, but the seconds stretched on forever, the ache throbbing through his core as he struggled to hold the liquid without any more tears. Jisung continued to coo at him softly, gently stroking his dick to distract him. It didn’t do much, but Minho appreciated the effort nonetheless. “I can’t wait to have you moaning my name,” Jisung hummed, thumb flicking over the slit of Minho’s dick, causing the older to moan. “Gonna fuck you with my tongue until you’re begging to cum, gonna make you take my dick so deep that you scream.”
Minho felt himself shudder, the pain and the arousal spreading through his limbs like venom, and of course, his boyfriend was perfectly attuned to how the words affected him. “Is that what you want?” Jisung continued, voice low and raspy, just like he knew Minho loved. “Want my tongue in you, eating you out so good that you see stars? You’ll taste so good, baby. So good, and all mine.” The hand on Minho’s back trailed up, curling into the hair on his nape and tugging. “And then I’ll fuck you just how you like, so hard and deep, and you’ll be my pliant, perfect boy, taking it so well. Do you want that?”
Minho nodded fervently. “P-please?” he whimpered, eyes glassy as he gazed up at the man beside him. “Want it so bad.” His hips moved slightly without his permission, already begging for release. “Please, please, please.”
“You can hold it for a few more minutes, baby,” Jisung hummed in response, removing his hands from Minho’s neck and dick, rubbing the older’s sides. Minho continued to whimper quietly, waiting as patiently as he could for the time to be up. “Almost done.”
After another minute or so, Jisung placed a soft kiss to Minho’s cheek. “Alright baby.” He reached out to help Minho stand carefully, the older wincing as he continued to feel the liquid pressing at his insides. “Try to keep it all in, baby.”
Minho gingerly climbed out of the tub, Jisung lifting the toilet seat and helping him sit. Minho could already feel his insides turning, knowing full well this was the part he hated the most: the release. He wished Jisung would let him do it on his own, wished his boyfriend wasn’t there to witness the humiliating event, worse than the threat of Chan or Changbin being brought in to witness him being fucked into a crying mess, or having Hyunjin or Seungmin fuck him while Jisung recorded. “I can do it,” he whimpered. “Please.”
Jisung frowned, eyes stern. “No.”
Minho began to really cry now, pushing at his boyfriend (albeit with no strength) and Jisung’s hand snaked between his legs to grasp the plug. “Please, Jisungie,” he cried, “please don’t.”
Jisung ignored him, fingers squeezing around the glass plug. He let the older tuck his head into his shoulder, shaking with choked sobs as Jisung slowly pulled the plug out. Despite his tears, Minho remained as obedient as ever, clenching hard to make sure no americano escaped until Jisung said he could release. After the plug was back in place on the counter, Jisung wrapped an arm around the older. “Okay, go ahead.”
Minho shook his head. “No, please, please Sungie-”
“Minho. Now.”
Minho cried desperately, still clinging to the younger as the liquid began to dribble out, slowly at first, before realizing he really had no choice but to let go. He sobbed harder as he heard the sound of the coffee falling into the toilet, while Jisung merely whispered soft reassurances, fingers trailing over his skin gently. “Good boy, Min. Good job, you’re doing so well.”
When the sounds of liquid hitting liquid finally ceased, Jisung allowed Minho to wipe and flush the toilet before both washed their hands. Minho continued to avoid the younger’s gaze until his fingers, still slightly wet from washing, tilted his chin up to him, dark eyes glimmering with want as he pressed a kiss to his lips. “Bed, now,” he ordered, and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched Minho do the same, hassling scrambling out of the bathroom and onto the large bed of their apartment bedroom.
By the time Jisung had followed, Minho had already assumed the position, knees on the comforter, ass up, and face buried into the fabric. Jisung almost cooed at the sight, loving how obedient the older was, even now, remembering their rule of not looking back without permission.
Jisung climbed onto the bed behind him, hands finding the older’s hips as he leaned down, licking a long stripe over his hole before pressing in with his tongue. The muscle slid in easily, with Minho already stretched perfectly well and hole eagerly fluttering and begging to be filled. Minho moaned at the feeling, loving how wet and hot his boyfriend’s tongue felt pushing into him, licking at his insides and already making him come undone. Minho could’ve spent eternity relishing in the feeling of his boyfriend eating his ass like it was his last meal.
Jisung removed himself from Minho’s hole, directing the older to look back to give him a kiss before two of his fingers came up to press into Minho’s mouth, taking them effortlessly and sucking happily as Jisung went back to fucking him with his tongue. He sucked and slurped lewdly, tongue darting in and out of his ass quickly as Minho did everything in his power to keep from grinding back to chase the incredible pleasure building inside him. Jisung alternated between slow and fast, building up a pace, slowing down, then speeding up again, loving how his every move brought the prettiest sounds out of his boyfriend. Eventually, he removed his fingers from Minho’s mouth, allowing soft ‘ah’ s and ‘fuck ’s fall from his pretty lips.
“P-please Jisungie,” he whined beautifully as the younger sucked at his rim. “Fuck me, please.”
Jisung pulled away immediately, but the older wasn’t empty for long, the absence of Jisung’s mouth being abruptly replaced by two fingers, making Minho choke on a moan. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked casually.
Minho answered immediately, desperate and whiny. “Please, Sungie. Need you.”
Jisung removed his fingers, swiftly flipping Minho onto his back and pressing openmouthed kisses to his neck as he wordlessly prepped himself for the next part of Minho’s reward. Minho’s toes curled in anticipation as his legs were pulled apart and bent at the knee, practically vibrating as Jisung finally kissed him on the lips, tongue greedily taking over his mouth and tasting him.
He pushed in with no warning, causing the older to gasp out a choked moan at the burn and stretch. They hadn’t done this in so long, and it was what Minho had craved so desperately. No one would guess, looking at the scene right now, that Minho had just taken an enema of Americano 15 minutes ago, that two days ago he’d been made to stand bare in the center of the kitchen for an hour after being spanked with a paddle 50 times. He didn’t care that it was rough and harsh, hell, he loved how ruthless Jisung was with him.
His mind turned to mush as Jisung thrusted into him, angling for his prostate perfectly, and Jisung grunted at the feeling of the older tensing perfectly around him. Minho was so far gone, whimpers, moans, and repeats of the younger’s name blending together in a beautiful melody before being cut off into a choked groan as Jisung’s hand squeezed around his throat. Minho arched off the bed, fists curling in the sheets as Jisung released before squeezing again, repeating again and again until Minho gasped out a faint “yellow,” telling the younger he’d had enough.
Jisung’s hand moved to the older’s hair, tugging roughly. “Touch yourself.”
Minho whimpered as he fisted his own cock, languidly stroking himself as he rocked his hips into Jisung, ears deafened by the sound of slapping skin and lube. He didn’t want to come yet, didn’t want to risk it knowing their rule, but noticing Minho’s hesitation, he grunted.
“Faster, Min.”
Minho nodded dazedly, wrist flicking faster until it was in time with the thrusts into his body, and he felt like he was going to implode, orgasm approaching far too fast. With the hand in his hair, Jisung’s cock brushing his prostate with every thrust, and Minho’s hand working his cock so quickly, it took everything he had to hold back, body tensing as he did everything he could to keep himself from cumming, but it was in vain.
“Sungie-” he choked out. “Jisungie, I’m-” Minho couldn’t finish the warning as his orgasm rocked through him, body arching and tensing as white strings of come splattered his stomach. Minho gasped, tears in his eyes as Jisung continued to fuck him through it.
“Sungie,” Minho whimpered as the younger fucked him even harder as the orgasm passed, hands reaching in some weak attempt to stave off the overstimulation.
“You know the rule,” Jisung tsked, a single hand grabbing the older’s wrists, pinning them above his head. “No cumming until I say. You broke our rule, and that means you get punished.”
Tears fell as the burn spread through his core, arching in an attempt to escape as Jisung continued to abuse his hole. Despite having already came, Minho’s dick began to fill out again, bouncing against his stomach and tip red and angry as Jisung gave him no mercy. The hand on his hip was tight, slamming his hips into the younger’s thrusts despite having no strength in him to continue. It burned so bad, but so good, body jerking and twitching as he was used relentlessly.
Minho came with a sob the second time, writhing on the bed beneath Jisung, tensing so hard he was sure he’d feel it in the morning. Jisung groaned at the feeling, hand finally releasing Minho’s wrists in order to jerk him off some more. Minho couldn’t even form words, mouth agape in a soundless cry as he twitched and jerked in overwhelming pleasure. He was far too beautiful like this, Jisung thought.
Jisung came inside the older with a deep groan, thrusting messily and he filled his boyfriend with his release. Minho whimpered, twitching as he was filled deep with warmth, before both finally stilled, nothing but the sounds of their heavy breaths filling the air.
After a minute or so to recuperate, Jisung pulled out, wiping them down with the wipes on the table beside the bed, before pressing soft kisses to his boyfriend’s rosy cheeks. Minho was clearly exhausted, tears still glistening on his face and breaths coming in small gasps. Jisung brushed the tears away with his fingers, smiling down at the older as Minho gazed up at him with stars in his eyes.
“How are you doing, Min?”
Minho hummed with a small smile. “Tired, Sungie.”
Jisung smiled back, grabbing a glass of water from the table along with some vitamins to help his body recuperate. “Take these for me, will you baby? Then we can get some rest.”
Minho nodded and Jisung helped him sit up to down the pills and the glass of water. After they were gone, Jisung placed them back on the table and switched the light off before crawling back on the bed, pulling the covers up over them and taking Minho into his arms. Minho nuzzled into him sleepily, wrapping around Jisung like some overgrown koala before sighing in content.
“Jisungie?”
“What is it, baby?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”