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“What were you watching baby?” Eunkwang teases, kissing one of the many bite marks on Minhyuk’s neck.
Minhyuk sucks a sharp breath of air in and shudders. “Hm?”
“What have you been watching to get so focused on getting yourself filled up with my come?” Eunkwang asks against Minhyuk’s neck, enjoying the whine. He runs his hand down Minhyuk’s back, pressing his hand into the dip right above the swell of his ass.
Minhyuk buries his head against Eunkwang’s shoulder and rests there for a long moment before he sighs. “Hentai,” he mutters.
Eunkwang is surprised, but also not. “Hm, what kind?” he asks, incredibly interested in what made Minhyuk so wanting.
Minhyuk peeks up at him. “You – you want to know?” he asks, his face full of surprise and a touch of suspicion.
Eunkwang hums. “Baby, I want to know everything that gets you hot.” His lips quirk. “Also, I literally just rimmed you until you almost passed out and you did pass out when I fucked you. I don’t think I have a lot of room to look down on your kinks.”
Minhyuk’s face relaxes as he softly giggles. “I wound up on some futanari,” he says.
“Futanari?” Eunkwang asks, unfamiliar with the term.
“It’s hermaphroditic characters with really big anime boobs and a really big dick. I don’t even remember how I wound up there, but it was one of those ones that I couldn’t stop watching it.” He pauses for a second, a blush pouring across his cheeks. “It got pretty weird towards the end.”
Eunkwang huffs. “Were there tentacles?” he teases.
“Yeah.”
Now he giggles. “Getting filled up in all their holes, hm?”
Minhyuk nods. “Inflation and getting sucked off at the same time. I think the last episode of the series had that character getting pregnant or something, too.” He looks adorably puzzled, and Eunkwang wants to do nothing more than kiss him.
He rubs his thumb against Minhyuk’s skin. “And you wanted to feel what it would be like to be filled up?”
“Yeah… looked kind of hot.” Minhyuk bites his lip. “Feels different than what I thought it would, though.”
“Good different or bad different?”
“Good different, I think?” Minhyuk answers. “I don’t know… it just makes me feels really good.” His cheeks turn a darker red than they had been. “Makes me feel like you’re claiming me from the inside out,” he whispers.
Eunkwang feels his dick stir. “Some guys like that, you know. They can get off on any part of that, the possessiveness, getting filled, or on the fantasy that they’re actually going to get pregnant, or even all of it at the same time.”
“Really?” Minhyuk asks, his perfect little mouth parting.
“Yeah,” Eunkwang replies quickly. “There’s all kinds of kinks that people have. And I’m really looking forward to us finding out every single one of ours.”
Minhyuk leans forward with a pleased hum. “Me too.”
Eunkwang’s hips jerk slightly. “I think I’m discovering that I really like you sitting on my dick while I get hard in you.” He hisses as Minhyuk tightens around him.
“I like it too,” Minhyuk says, giving Eunkwang a lingering kiss. “Wish I could just keep you in me and full for hours,” he whines.
“Hm, we should get you a plug for the days you want that and we don’t have time for you to keep my cock warm.” Eunkwang smirks. “That’ll keep you full and claimed.”
Minhyuk whimpers and rocks his hips. “Want that.”
Eunkwang moans shortly. “That’s going to be so hot baby, just watching you walk around knowing that you’re plugged and full of my come.”
“Yeah it will,” Minhyuk agrees.
Eunkwang teasingly brushes his fingers across Minhyuk’s chin. “Just make sure you ask before you sit on me bare okay? I love you, but not enough to get a urinary tract infection for you.” He covers Minhyuk’s cute little pout with his fingers. “There’s no reason you would know it, baby,” he soothes, already able to fill in Minhyuk’s contrite expression. “And since you were already cleaned for me to rim you, it’s fine.”
Minhyuk cuddles down into him. “If you’re sure…” he mumbles.
“I’m sure.”
Minhyuk moves his hips slightly and it makes Eunkwang jerk his hips upwards. Minhyuk moans and drops his head for a kiss.
“I love you,” he whispers against Eunkwang’s lips. Rising back up, Minhyuk stares down at him. “My gorgeous Eunkwang.”
Eunkwang personally thinks that Minhyuk might be looking through rose-colored glasses on that count. He doesn’t go looking for it, but he’s definitely seen some of the comments about his looks. He must have furrowed his eyebrows without thinking about it because Minhyuk strokes his finger across his forehead.
Refocusing, Minhyuk is looking disgruntled. “I wish I could shake everyone that leaves nasty comments about you. You’re absolutely breath-taking.”
He runs his hand through Minhyuk’s hair. “Baby, it doesn’t matter…”
“It matters to me,” Minhyuk says firmly. “People are saying unkind things about the man I love, and I think you’re incredibly good looking. I wish I could go back in time and shake myself for even thinking that you weren’t good looking enough to be an idol –“
Before Minhyuk can continue his rant against his past self and at random comments, Eunkwang pulls him down and kisses him. He loves feeling Minhyuk’s skin under his fingers, Minhyuk so hot around him, and the way Minhyuk just melts down onto him. He gets his feet planted firmly onto the mattress and experimentally rocks up.
Minhyuk whines, rolling his hips. Eunkwang bites Minhyuk’s lower lip, letting his teeth scrape across it before pulling back a bit.
He feels almost a little dizzy.
“Eunkwang… please…” Minhyuk whispers.
“What are you wanting, baby?”
Minhyuk’s lips work a little, like he’s trying to work out what he actually wants to say. A flush is spreading all over his cheeks. “Will um… will you come inside me again?”
Eunkwang hums. “Sure. Though we’re going to have to do a slight change of location.”
“Hm?” Minhyuk replies curiously.
“I’ve never done it before, but I’ve talked to others that have, and it gets pretty messy from what they’ve said.” He huffs a laugh. “I’d rather not have a massive come stain on my bed.”
Minhyuk’s eyes are wide. “O – oh… Should, um… should we go to the shower?”
Eunkwang considers it for a moment. He’s not entirely sure if he can carry Minhyuk to the shower, definitely not the way Minhyuk can. “I don’t think I can actually carry you there,” he admits. “Hm. I have an idea, but we’re definitely going to have to coordinate what we’re doing.”
Minhyuk laughs lightly. “I think we’re pretty good at that.”
Eunkwang grins. “We definitely are. All right, get your knees under you so I can sit up, but make sure you keep yourself full.”
Minhyuk shudders, but obediently and carefully moves until Eunkwang is able to sit up.
“Wrap your pretty little legs around my waist, baby.” Eunkwang settles Minhyuk a bit more on top of him so he can move his legs. He holds Minhyuk tightly around his waist to keep Minhyuk with him as he gets up onto his knees.
Minhyuk giggles a little at the movement, wrapping his arms tightly around Eunkwang’s shoulders and stealing a kiss while he’s there. Spreading his knees slightly apart to make sure he won’t drop Minhyuk right on his head, he lowers them both down until Minhyuk is lying on the floor.
Reaching up, Eunkwang grabs a shirt that’s lying on the floor and bunches it up before sliding it under Minhyuk’s head. He knows he looks hungry as he stares down at Minhyuk. Maybe it’s just his imagination, but Minhyuk looks… softer and rounder than he did even a few minutes ago.
Minhyuk’s eyes flutter. “What’s that look for?” he asks, a shy smile curving his lips.
Eunkwang blinks. “What look?” he questions back.
“That one. You look…almost like you want to swallow me whole.”
He hums. “Now that’s an image. Eat you up in one quick bite,” he teases as he leans down to nip playfully at Minhyuk’s neck. It’s already starting to bruise deeply, and some darkly possessive feeling builds up from his stomach when he looks down and catches a glimpse of reddened skin on Minhyuk’s thighs.
That was his stubble that did that. That was his teeth that marked up Minhyuk’s neck. That’s his dick buried inside Minhyuk’s body, his come making every slight movement obscenely slick. Minhyuk is spread open for him, by him.
Minhyuk is his.
“Mine,” he growls, barely understanding the word that’s leaving his mouth. He’s not gentle with his first thrust, he knows. He knows he should be.
Minhyuk’s back arches up off the floor, his whimper the farthest thing from in pain. He watches as Minhyuk’s eyes close and his eyebrows furrow, wondering what fantasy Minhyuk is building in his head. That dark and possessive feeling crashes over him again when he spots Minhyuk’s hands twisting up into the sheet that had moved down with him. Pausing for a second to clear the haze from his mind he adjusts them both to where his arms are holding Minhyuk open while his hands are clamped around Minhyuk’s wrists again, letting him angle his thrusts down into Minhyuk’s body.
“Is this what you’re imagining baby?” he snarls, making Minhyuk’s eyes open and focus on him. “Imagining you’re the one being tied up with those tentacles so that you just have to sit there on that dick and get completely filled up and all you can do is just take it?”
Minhyuk moans, his eyelids fluttering and back arching in a way that is only meant to lengthen the lines and curves of his body for Eunkwang to stare at.
Minhyuk’s hands twitch against his wrists as Eunkwang slowly drags his hips back, teasing both of them.
“Answer me,” Eunkwang demands.
Minhyuk gasps. “Yes...” he finally moans out.
Eunkwang hums, satisfied. “I thought my pretty baby would like to get tied up anyway he can be,” he says, his tone almost gloating. “Tied up and filled up. You already look so soft with just one load in you, makes me wonder what you’ll look like when you have two.” He feels his lips curl upwards when Minhyuk’s moan is filthy and low. “Should I make a day where I just keep filling you up and then plugging you to see if I can make you so pretty and round for me?”
Now Minhyuk sobs loudly, his legs sliding against Eunkwang’s arms as he tries to spread them even more. “Please…”
“Please what?” he teases with another slow drag of his hips, glee filling him when Minhyuk sobs again, realizing that Eunkwang has him completely pinned down.
Minhyuk’s next breath in is shaky, but those beautiful eyes open and focus solely on Eunkwang. “Please do that, Eunkwang. Keep filling me up.” He whines shortly as Eunkwang moves a bit as a nice little reward. “Want you to fill me up and keep all of it in me. Want to be pretty for you.”
“One day,” Eunkwang promises with a brief kiss.
Minhyuk’s lips tilt upwards. “Okay,” he agrees, relaxing back down.
Eunkwang goes with him this time, gently pressing his lips against Minhyuk’s. “Mm, fuck I love you,” he mumbles, still just a little shy about saying it out loud.
Minhyuk lights up under him, working his hands out of Eunkwang’s admittedly loosened grasp to wrap them around Eunkwang’s shoulders. “Love you too,” he breathes.
Eunkwang looks down at Minhyuk’s face, a wonderful mix of love and turned on and adoration all there. It must reflect on his own face, because Minhyuk’s smile turns bashful.
“You’re looking like you want to eat me up again,” Minhyuk teases.
He bites lightly at the cut of Minhyuk’s jaw. “That idea has a certain appeal,” he says with a laugh. “Keep my baby all nice and safe, hm?”
Minhyuk giggles. “I’d rather be claimed.”
And just like that, the fire under his skin reignites into an inferno. “Oh?” he teases with a roll of his hips. “Want me to make sure that you never forget that you belong to me?” he asks, his voice dropping down into the back of his throat, the barest hint of the roughness in his voice that he mostly keeps covered peeking out.
“Yes,” Minhyuk replies, his voice soft. “Always want to be yours.”
Eunkwang leans forward, his teeth nipping at the sharp edge of Minhyuk’s collarbone as he drags his hips back and thrusts forward hard enough to make Minhyuk slide up a little bit. Minhyuk squeaks a little with the surprise and his nails dig into Eunkwang’s skin, which makes Eunkwang laugh, his hands pulling Minhyuk back towards him.
Minhyuk laughs as well, his fingers soft as they brush at Eunkwang’s hair. “Eager,” he teases before dropping his hand back to where it had been.
Eunkwang hums his agreement. “Can you blame me?” He readjusts them both, his knees spread just a touch wider to give himself a bit more stability, and Minhyuk’s smile fades off as Eunkwang tilts his hips to be replaced with wide, dark eyes. He smirks at the shaky breath Minhyuk lets out. “Keep your hands on me baby or I’m pinning you down,” he warns. “Going to make you come untouched again.”
Minhyuk’s hands slide off his shoulders, down his arms, until they’re resting on the floor. “Pin me down anyways, yeobo,” he says. “I liked it a lot.”
“Intriguing,” Eunkwang breathes, his hands wrapping around Minhyuk’s wrists. “Like this?”
Minhyuk’s breath shudders. “Harder. Make sure I can’t escape.”
Eunkwang’s laugh is dark. “Oh, my precious baby… you’re never getting away from me. Ever,” he growls as he resumes his earlier position with his arms spreading Minhyuk’s beautiful little legs apart and his hands pushing down hard on Minhyuk’s wrists. The wet thrust makes Minhyuk move a bit again, but Eunkwang yanks him back into place every time he drags his hips back.
Minhyuk is just twitching and crying out in response, some of his words jumbled together, but most of them clear and demanding. Demanding more, harder, faster, turning into begs and pleading as he starts trying to really twist his way out of Eunkwang’s grasp. Eunkwang presses down even harder, snarling.
“You’re going to come apart just by my cock like I know my perfect baby can,” he pants out, sweat rolling down his forehead and the back of his neck.
The praise makes Minhyuk’s back arch, his entire body tightening up around Eunkwang as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. Minhyuk’s voice is getting louder with each movement, the veins in his neck starting to pop out again.
With a scream of Eunkwang’s name, Minhyuk comes between their bodies, clenching even more tightly around Eunkwang.
Eunkwang thinks he blacked out for a second or two with his orgasm, suddenly realizing that he’s splayed out on top of Minhyuk, Minhyuk’s legs wrapped around his waist and his now freed hands curving around Eunkwang’s back. Minhyuk’s eyes are closed, but his happy little hums are music to Eunkwang’s ears.
His heart trips over itself, tears springing to his eyes. He loves listening to Minhyuk like this, loves seeing him and feeling him… hell, he just loves Minhyuk, period. Burying his face into Minhyuk’s neck, he pulls own his hands up through the gap of Minhyuk’s thighs and his waist, gripping tightly to any bit of skin he can reach.
“Yeobo?” Minhyuk asks, his voice sounding concerned.
Eunkwang looks up as Minhyuk’s hands cup his face, a thumb swiping soothingly across his cheekbone, wiping away the tears he didn’t even realize were falling.
“I’m fine… just… fuck I love you so much,” he gets out in between shuddering breaths.
Minhyuk’s eyes turn soft, another happy little hum filling the air. “I love you so much, too,” he says, letting Eunkwang tuck his head back down into his neck.
They stay where they are for another few precious moments, savoring and enjoying the last shivers of their orgasms and the emotional connections.
Finally, Minhyuk sighs, a hand petting the back of Eunkwang’s head. “What’s the damage?” he asks.
Eunkwang huffs. “You’re definitely going to have to wear turtlenecks for the next week or so.”
Minhyuk whines. “Hot. I’m going to have to train you to stop biting me so much,” he teases.
Eunkwang laughs. “Well, stop yanking me right into your neck,” he teases right back, lightly nipping at the purpling skin before sighing. “We should probably clean up and text the kids to let them know it’s safe to come back.”
Minhyuk whines but lets his legs loosen from Eunkwang’s waist. “Probably,” he agrees with a slightly pained groan as his feet hit the mattress. He looks up at Eunkwang, a pout forming on his lips. “This is going to feel gross, isn’t it?”
“Probably,” Eunkwang answers, hissing as he drags his hips back. Both of them groan uncomfortably, and Minhyuk’s face is screwed up. “Come on, I’ll help you up so we can get into the shower.”
Minhyuk nods, forcing his eyes open and holds his hands up in the air. Standing up on shaky legs, Eunkwang helps pull Minhyuk to his feet, Minhyuk’s face pulling into a disgusted grimace. “Shower,” he mumbles, waddling uncomfortably towards the bathroom while Eunkwang follows. He’s definitely going to have to help Minhyuk with the cleaning up this time.