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“Drink if you have ever pretended to get an inside joke you didn't get.”
Gyuvin grinned as he finished the question, leaning back like he already knew the result.
All eyes turned to Jiwoong as he sighed and picked up his already full shot glass with theatrical defeat.
“This was directed towards me and me only,” he muttered with a shake of his head. Still downed his glass in one go.
The others bit back their laughter around him but an eye roll and towards Gyuvin made them burst nevertheless.
“Alright,” Gunwook clapped his hands to get their attention, “drink if you are a hoarder.”
Taerae sighed–glaring at Gunwook a second later.
Matthew giggled–teetering on tipsy after having finished a bottle of soju already–and took another shot. Then leaned closer to Jiwoong at his side.
On the other side, Gyuvin forces a drink inside Ricky's mouth, claiming he hoards clothes and accessories–which, Ricky rolled his eyes, was true.
This game might be fun for others, being able to drink and laugh and let loose–but it had lost its charm for Taerae.
Taerae turned to his ginger ale. Making a face at it before he took a shot.
This was somewhat a monthly thing now–first started as a bonding game for everyone to get to know each other better in the group after debut–but now it has turned to something else, courtesy of Yujin.
A rip-off of ‘Never Have I Ever’, really, but no one really pointed it out to keep the baby (Yujin) happy that he ‘upgraded’ the game.
Now it was just dumb questions to get each other drunk and roast each other since after two years of living together, everyone already knew enough about each other.
The rules were simple–
None.
Someone gives a situation and if you have done it; you drink.
Except everyone had alcohol while Gyuvin, Yujin and Taerae were given ginger ales because they don't drink.
Gyuvin and Yujin might like or at least tolerate the taste of it but Taerae wasn't too fond of it.
Still, every month, each one of them looked forward to the day they would be free–no schedules the next day and no school for Yujin so that they could have a night to themselves.
So when they finally got a free day today–a dozen bottles of soju and four ginger ales were brought. One bottle kept in front of each person as they drank and emptied it–Matthew and Jiwoong sharing a bottle now after finishing their first one.
Taerae sucked a breath and looked at everyone. It was his turn.
“Drink if you have ever felt attracted to a woman.”
And—
“Bullseye.” Taerae leaned back with a smirk, satisfied as everyone–except Hao–picked up their glass in near-unison and took the shot.
Hao laughed, “Better not make Taerae drink the ginger ale again else he will get us all in the next round too.”
“I get him,” Yujin chimed in, “this stuff is horrible. Couldn't we have picked some other drink?”
“Petition for changing it to cola,” Taerae raised his arm.
And no one supported.
“No caffeinated drinks.” Hanbin declared. “It's either water or this–I'm worried about you getting kidney stones at this rate.”
“And ginger ale is good for your health,” Jiwoong added, mindlessly taking a sip of soju.
“Not good for my taste buds,” Taerae muttered under his breath which caused a burst of laughter to erupt.
They really loved to torment Taerae.
“It’s so fun to see Taerae-hyung’s face when he drinks it, though,” Gyuvin pointed at him and said. “He really hates it.”
“As if you like it.”
“I can tolerate the taste, though,” Gyuvin cockily shrugged.
Yujin hummed in thought. “Well. Drink if you have ever gotten into a relationship because you couldn't say no to their face.”
The table went quiet for a moment.
Then Gyuvin hesitantly raised his glass. Hanbin, sheepish as ever, followed suit, his ears pink.
“You two are so weak,” Matthew teased.
“Shut up,” Gyuvin muttered mid-drink.
“When did that even happen?” Gunwook questioned, buzzing like a puppy on too much sugar–giggling after every two questions beside Taerae.
Hanbin just laughed awkwardly into his glass. “That's…a story for another time.”
Hao took the next turn and the moment the words left his mouth, Gyuvin’s head dropped forward in defeat.
“Again?” Gyuvin grumbled, drinking.
Two more turns later–Hanbin and Matthew's question, Gyuvin drinking both the times–and the table was starting to chant his name each time he lifted the glass.
“You guys are targeting me,” Gyuvin slammed the bottle on the carpet and complained, finally catching on. Shooting Ricky a look like he expected help.
Ricky just grinned into his drink.
“Drink!” Hao declared for the fourth time that round.
“No way this is happening–” Gyuvin’s protest was cut off by the chorus of “DRINK!” from everyone else. He tipped the ginger ale down with an exaggerated eye-roll.
“Why are you complaining? Can't you tolerate the taste anymore?” Taerae teased.
Gyuvin glared.
“Gyuvin’s gonna have to go to the bathroom so much,” Yujin snorted.
By the time it looped around to Ricky, Gyuvin looked like he had just finished a water-drinking challenge–six shots in a row.
Ricky glanced around, tapping his glass against the table for silence. His smile was deceptively sweet–the kind of smile that made the others straighten a little in their seats.
Gyuvin expected his best friend of all those years to help him. Break the chain.
But, of course, that was too much to hope for.
“Drink if you have had a meal with my mother.”
Gyuvin's face dropped. He inhaled his drink and slammed it down on the table–laying down in protest.
“I'm done! I can't take it anymore, please!”
That earned a fresh round of laughter from everyone. Matthew wheezed, smacking the table. Hanbin cooed at Gyuvin like he was some mistreated puppy, while Gunwook patted his arm in mock sympathy–only to double over coughing from laughing too hard.
When the noise finally settled and Gyuvin’s whining about being “personally targeted” faded into background grumbling, Yujin and Taerae got to their feet.
“I’ll put these away,” Taerae said, gathering his bottle and glass.
In the kitchen, he shoved them into the sink and opened the fridge, fishing out two cold cans of cola. Yujin muttered a half-asleep “’m sleepy,” already shuffling toward the door.
Back at the table, the circle re-formed, everyone slouched comfortably but with that restless energy that meant the night wasn’t over yet.
Matthew leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes glinting evilly. His grin stretches wide, sharp with mischief.
“Let’s make the game spicier.”
Hao’s laugh was immediate and almost villainous. “Oh, I have so many questions. Get ready.”
And now with two more bottles opened and a can of cola lost to Gyuvin who kicked his bottle of ginger ale far away, the game begins again.
“Drink if you have a body count of more than, say, seven,” Ricky started.
Gunwook raised his eyebrow, “why would you pick seven instead of a five or ten like normal people?”
“What is that question?”
“It's a valid–”
“It's because his body count is six,” Hao cut in, taking a sip straight from the bottle.
Taerae took a long chug from his can while Jiwoong tapped his fingers on the table before taking a sip too.
Gunwook nudged Taerae silently, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
“More than seven?” He whispered.
Taerae shrugged.
“Drink,” Jiwoong announced, looking around, “if you have fantasized about a member while masturbating...”
There was a series of groans.
“–before we debuted,” he completed.
And everyone paused to think for a moment. No hands raising. Eyes shifting.
Then—
Taerae heard Gunwook gulp beside him. Squeeze his eyes shut before raising his glass and drinking from it before anyone could even be surprised.
He almost missed Hanbin quietly turning sideways to drink from his own glass until Matthew gasped, pointing at him.
“Hyung?! When even–who–”
“That isn’t a part of the game.” Hanbin said too quickly, not meeting anyone’s eyes.
Ricky smacked his lips, “Was it–”
“Drink if!” Hanbin desperately tried to dodge. Out of turn. The others let it be after sending sneaky looks to each other.
Gunwook's head stayed down.
“Drink if you like petplay.”
Hao raised his eyebrow, leaning closer to whisper in Hanbin's ear, “don't you like it, too?”
“Oh. Wait.” Hanbin was clearly drunk. Taerae made it a point to not target him when his turn came.
“Drink if you specifically like–or want to try–puppy play,” Hanbin continued.
Ricky turned his head dramatically towards Gyuvin, pointing at him–
“Yeah, yeah, I'm drinking,” Gyuvin said, raising his can before Ricky could even let the words out.
Taerae reached for his can–pausing only briefly when the hand beside him reached for the bottle, too.
He raised an eyebrow at Gunwook as they drank.
“I knew you were one kinky bastard,” Hao shook his head in mock disappointment.
Taerae laughed it off, letting the game continue.
“Drink if…” Matthew announced, humming deep in thought, “–oh, right–drink it you have had sex more than thrice this week.”
It was a Friday–with the week almost ending.
Gunwook straightened his back beside Taerae and glanced at him.
Taerae simply raised his can, turned enough so that he looked Gunwook straight in the eye as he drank up.
Gunwook hesitantly downed the alcohol till the bottle was empty.
The members stare at them for a moment–amused only because three times could seem like more than average in a mere five days.
And not because it was so evident that Gunwook and Taerae were hooking up.
It wasn’t really a secret; they were hormonal good looking guys, living together and spending half of their time together.
It just happened by chance.
And then it happened again.
And again.
Till it was hard to hide the fact that they were hooking up quite often.
And Taerae didn't like too many people in his business. So he chugged the whole can down before anyone could process anything.
He gently put the can down and glanced at the wall clock. “It's getting late, we should go to bed. Else your hangover will be horrible.”
Grabbing Gunwook’s arm, he stood up, heading straight for the door to their dorm upstairs before there could be any protest. Gunwook let himself be dragged behind Taerae.
The moment they were out of the door and halfway up the stairs, Gunwook let out a groan, hiding his face. “Did we seriously do it that many times?”
“No, we did it just twice this week,” Taerae simply said, shoving his hands down his pockets now.
“What?” Gunwook raised his eyebrow. “Why did you drink, then?”
“Because, Gunwook, I did it more than thrice,” he turned for a brief moment, “I don't know why you drank, though.”
Gunwook's mouth hung open in shock as he tried to find some words. Then closed again. “Oh.”
Just the shuffling of their footsteps followed the silence.
Then a beat.
“How many people have you slept with?” The words came out faster than he expected, slurred together.
Taerae's lips tugged up, “Why? Jealous?”
“No! I'm not jealous. I'm just…just asking.” His ears burned red. Eyes fixated on the floor; he couldn't bear to look up at Taerae’s cocky expression right now.
Taerae hummed. “Just here and there. School. Band. Boys Planet. After some music shows…” He trailed off, walking ahead of Gunwook by a few steps now.
“Boys Planet? You…hooked up there?”
Taerae held back his grin, “Yeah. I'm sure most of us were…while you were jerking off, fantasizing about someone.”
Gunwook stumbled on the step at Taerae’s words, ears burning even hotter. “Y–yah, shut up!” he snapped, voice pitched higher than he meant it to be.
Taerae slowed his pace just enough to glance back at him, eyes gleaming with amusement. “So who was it then? Don’t tell me it was Jiwoong-hyung–”
“No!” Gunwook blurted instantly, cheeks flaring red.
“Gyuvin?”
“Hyung, I said no!”
Taerae chuckled under his breath, deliberately dragging out his next words. “Then…who? You can’t just drink to that and leave me hanging.”
“I don’t have to tell you everything!” Gunwook groaned, tugging his hoodie over his head like it could shield him from Taerae’s relentless grin. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Mm. Which means it’s someone close,” Taerae teased, leaning just enough to catch Gunwook’s sulky expression. “Matthew, then? Or–”
Gunwook shoved at his shoulder, forcing him to walk up the stairs, whining, “Hyung, stop! I’m not saying it.”
Taerae clicked his tongue, clearly entertained but deciding to let him off–for now.
His smirk softened into something sly as he tilted his head. “Fine. If not that, at least tell me about the other thing you drank to.”
“What other thing?” Gunwook asked while opening the door, the lights dim inside. He didn't bother opening them as he entered.
“Petplay.” Taerae answered like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Have you tried it before? Or did you drink because you wanted to try it?”
Gunwook nearly choked on his own breath. “H-hyung!” His ears were scarlet now, hoodie failing to hide the way his neck turned the same shade. “Why would you bring that up?!”
“Why wouldn’t I? You drank. Which means you thought about it. Which means…” His voice dropped a touch, teasing yet edged with something that made Gunwook’s pulse skip. “…you might want to try it.”
Gunwook groaned, dragging his hands down his face in mortification. “I knew I shouldn’t have sat next to you for that game. You’re the worst.”
“I’m the worst because I noticed?” Taerae chuckled, leaning closer, close enough that Gunwook could feel his breath ghosting near his ear. “Or because you’re imagining it now that I’ve said it out loud?”
Gunwook’s steps faltered, heart thundering so loud it drowned out the cicadas in the night air. He didn’t dare look at Taerae, but his silence was loud enough.
“Tell me, would it turn you on if I called you puppy?” He reached out to place a hand on his cheek–warm against Taerae's cold hand–and shifted his face to look at Taerae.
“My sweet puppy. Obedient puppy.” Taerae licked his lips, savouring Gunwook’s flustered face and shifting eyes a little too much. Breath caught somewhere in his throat. “Would you like that? Hm?”
“I…” Gunwook wrapped his fingers around Taerae's hand. Still looking away. “I don't…”
Taerae noticed his hand slightly shaking and his smirk grew.
“You don't? Then why won't you look at me?”
“You are too close.” He said breathlessly.
“We have been closer,” Taerae remarked, matter-of-factly.
“Hyung!” He protested.
Taerae’s laughter was quiet but sharp, slicing right through Gunwook’s embarrassment. “What? I’m just curious. Do you want me to get you a collar? Or maybe a leash–ah, no, ears would be cuter on you.”
“Stop it!” Gunwook groaned, shoving at him again, but it only made Taerae laugh harder.
“Maybe you would listen better if I called you a good boy, wouldn't you–”
“I said stop it!” Gunwook shrieked–slapping his hand on Taerae's mouth and taking a step forward.
Taerae stepped back under the press of Gunwook.
And they landed on the sofa. Gunwook on top of Taerae. Legs tangled, bodies pressed together and—
Taerae smirked. Gunwook could feel it against his palm. And he could feel the heat rising in his body. Consuming him whole.
“So, it does turn you on,” Taerae said out loud, observing. Pressing his knee against Gunwook's boner as if to make a statement.
Gunwook didn't dare to look up at Taerae. Too embarrassed. Too drunk–on both alcohol and arousal–to form a coherent sentence.
He tried to shift his body to get off him and lock himself in his room and try to forget this ever even happened.
But the world had over plans. And he slipped. Landing back on Taerae with a greater force and grunted when his dick ached against Taerae's thigh.
An accidental grind. Then another not-so-accidental one.
“Going to get off like that? Is my thigh enough?” Taerae cocked an eyebrow, reading Gunwook so easily.
“It's…it’s all your fault,” Gunwook whined. It wasn't enough. Not enough when he was so used to his hands and his mouth.
And yet it was so arousing. Grinding against him like that while he made no attempt to move, just staring at Gunwook his head propped over his arm.
“My fault?” Taerae barked out a laugh. “You are the one who's hard because of a pet name and grinding against me.”
He felt embarrassed. Humiliated in front of Taerae. But that made his cock throb even harder.
He was crazy. Taerae was making him even crazier.
“You started it.”
He grinded again. A slow movement. His exhale shaky as he came all the way up to Taerae’s eye level and caught his lips in his.
Taerae bit Gunwook’s bottom lip. Then shoved his tongue inside his mouth.
That's when Gunwook let his body take over and fastened his movements. Grinding his dick over the small of Taerae's thigh, the thick sweatpants provided the roughness that made his eyes tear up.
Taerae smiled into the kiss, mouth warm and invading against Gunwook's. Sloppily making out till saliva collected against the corner of his mouth and trickled down his chin.
God. He felt like a dog.
But he had already decided to pretend he was drunk the next day. Blame it all on the alcohol. So he let his body lose control.
Shoving his shorts down mid-grind, he rutted against Taerae's thigh once again, chasing his high which seemed to be nowhere near, courtesy of the two layers of fabric between them.
Yet, Gunwook was frantic in his movements–so sloppy that Taerae had to tug his hair at the back of his neck to break the kiss.
Gunwook opened his eyes to finally stare at Taerae–disheveled hair and drool all over his chin and maybe even a bit on his nose–his shirt all crinkled up.
He clicked his tongue. “Tsk, such a needy puppy. Look at the mess you made.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Gunwook whimpered, reaching again for Taerae's mouth but another tug at his hair made him wince and back away.
“Hyung…” He whined, pressing his body on Taerae's to fill in the lack of touch.
His head rested on his shoulder, taking a long sniff which made his hips stutter with arousal. Pace increasing with more harder thrusts. Grunts and whimpers surrounding them both.
Gunwook's grunts and whimpers.
Taerae remained quiet. As if the sight of Gunwook on the verge of crying, rutting like a dog on heat against him didn't make him feel anything.
“What is it, puppy? Can't get off?” Taerae asked in his sweetest voice possible. Soothing to Gunwook’s ears. Agitating to his throbbing dick.
“Hyung…please. I'm–it hurts. Please,” Gunwook whimpered out, squeezing Taerae’s thigh between his and pressing deeper.
“Please what, Gunwook-ah? You have to say it,” he rubbed Gunwook’s arm that was slowly tightening around his body, trembling. “Or has the dog gone too dumb to even speak?”
“I’m not…stop calling me a dog,” he whined, the words barely firm enough to make any impact. But Taerae simply gave him an amused look and crossed his arms.
Gunwook let out a sound between a sob and a groan, frustrated with the lack of his hyung’s touch. Rubbing so hard that his dick was aching more with the friction. Leaking like a broken faucet–barely enough.
“Hyung…”
“Yes, baby?”
“I…I can't get off,” he let out, panting. Thighs aching and jaw hurting with the constant clenching. “The fabric–it's so rough and…it hurts. Take them off, please. Please–hyung!”
Gunwook's hand was already inching towards Taerae’s waistband, ready to pull it down and—
“No.” Came the response.
Gunwook froze. “Wha–why?!”
“You are drunk. I'm not using you when you are drunk,” Taerae shrugged, arms crossed.
“I'm not drunk now.”
“You reek of alcohol.”
“Well, that has never stopped you before! You are just going to leave me hanging with a boner and–do nothing about it?!”
Taerae simply shrugged. Gunwook whined, his hips rolling once again in protest, now nearer to Taerae's crotch.
He felt like he was close with each moment, yet not close enough to cum even though he was leaking and exhausted.
“You’re not a puppy,” he said finally, voice lilting, almost teasing. “Stop acting like one.”
Gunwook groaned, pressing his face into Taerae’s arm.
Fuck, he brought that upon himself.
“Don’t say it like that–”
Taerae hummed low in his throat, enjoying the way Gunwook squirmed. “Puppies whine when they don’t get what they want, you know. Cute, but…needy.”
“Taerae,” Gunwook warned, heat rising up his neck.
He stretched his arm over his head, faking a yawn. “I don't know, I'm kinda tired. You will have to convince me. Do you deserve it…” his lips curled up, “puppy?”
Gunwook was looking at him with pitiful eyes, nibbling on his bottom lip and grinding slower now that his thighs were about to give up.
His lip trembled as he fell to another desperate plea, “Hyung…hyung, please, touch me. It hurts so bad…I–I'll do whatever you want.” He gulped back his shame, “I'll be your good puppy; I'll bark or crawl or beg for you, anything you want–just please…take it off, please. I can't take it anymore. I'll do anything you want, just–”
“Anything?” Taerae cocked his eyebrow. Hands already on Gunwook’s side as he tilted, letting both of them slide down to the floor.
Gunwook nodded frantically, lips parted as he felt Taerae's weight on his dick–now throbbing from the humiliation.
“Then behave,” Taerae commanded right before shoving his two fingers in Gunwook’s mouth, pressing down hard on his tongue.
A slow whimper vibrated in his mouth and died down–the pressure going straight to the base of his throat, making him breathless.
Gunwook opened his mouth wider, sucking the fingers further in, the tip of his tongue reaching till the base of Taerae's as he struggled to swirl it around the fingers.
Taerae stared down at him with desire brimming his eyes. He thrusted his fingers in his mouth, hard but slow, watching tears welling in his eyes and his breath coming out short over his hand.
His dick ached upon the sight in front of him, Gunwook's plump lips coated with saliva and sucking his fingers, low broken moans in his mouth.
Letting out a soft chuckle, he replaced his fingers with his thumb, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure.
By this time, Gunwook thought he would cum from just getting his mouth fingered. It felt good. So good that the sensation went straight to his dick as it begged to get at least a third of the attention his mouth was getting.
But Taerae was obsessed with his mouth. His full lips and half lidded eyes and face wet with drool and tears.
“Such an obedient puppy, sucking my fingers so well. I guess you do reserve a treat after all.” He pulled his sweats and boxers down just enough so that Gunwook could feel his dick.
He whined, bucking his hips up.
Taerae took the thumb out just when he pulled Gunwook’s boxers down, grabbing their dicks together with his wet fingers, his thumb gliding on Gunwook’s tip. Pressing down.
“Hyung–” he choked out, breath stuttering out in small gasps, the slickness of his own saliva and precum around his and Taerae's dick making him feel lightheaded with need.
His stomach tightened. Hips jerking up to thrust against Taerae's still hand around him–a desperate attempt to jerk himself off.
But Taerae squeezed him, pressing harder on his tip. “Shh, I told you to behave, didn't I?”
He whimpered, the sound high and broken in his throat. His thighs twitched, already trembling from the effort of holding still, but the heat coiling low in his stomach made obedience feel impossible.
Taerae leaned down, his breath ghosting hot against Gunwook’s ear. “Look at you–shaking like a needy pup,” he whispered, his grip unrelenting as his thumb smeared more slick over his flushed head. “Is this really all it takes to make you fall apart?”
Gunwook gasped, bucking helplessly, but Taerae’s weight kept him pinned. “Hyung, please, I can’t–” His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms to stop himself from grabbing Taerae's wrist.
“You can,” Taerae corrected, a teasing lilt in his voice. “You just don’t want to. But puppies don’t get to decide, do they?”
Gunwook’s lip quivered, shame flooding through him.“No, hyung…”
“Good boy,” he praised softly, finally giving a slow, deliberate stroke that had Gunwook’s back arching off the floor, a desperate moan tearing from his chest.
Taerae chuckled low, watching him unravel. “That’s better. Now, be still, and let me play with you.”
His movements were slow at first, adjusting his hand around the girth of their dicks and stroking. Then it increased, precum leaking out of their dicks and moans breaking out of their lips.
Gunwook cranked his neck up, panting heavily as his stomach coiled, so close with each stroke.
“Ah–hyung–I'm…I'm close, oh god–”
“Hold it,” Taerae simply said, squeezing and stroking, reaching his own high as he took his sweet time.
Gunwook cried out in pleasure and pain from being edged, toes curling and his body twitching. His vision blurred, wetness pooling in the corners of his eyes.
“Hyung, please–” he gasped, voice breaking. “I can’t, I can’t–”
Taerae leaned down, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You’ll wait until I say,” he murmured, cruel in how tender he sounded.
The grip around him tightened, stroking just enough to keep him on the edge. Gunwook’s body twisted, arching off the floor, a strangled cry clawing out of his throat.
Then, finally–Taerae’s pace shifted, firm and merciless, dragging him past the breaking point.
Gunwook shattered with a scream, release tearing out of him in hot, desperate spurts that painted across his stomach and Taerae’s hand. His entire body locked up, then collapsed, trembling violently as the aftershocks rolled through him.
He lay there gasping, chest heaving, utterly wrecked. His lashes stuck with tears, his voice hoarse when he managed to choke out, “...hyung.”
Taerae smirked, thumb lazily smearing through the mess on his stomach. “Good boy,” he whispered, satisfaction dripping from every word. “Maybe we should really try puppy play next time.”
Gunwook’s eyes snapped open as he stared at Taerae, smiling mischievously as he laid on top of him. “This wasn’t puppy play?” He questioned almost breathlessly.
“Only mild,” Taerae shrugged.
Then; “I should buy you some ears. And tail.” He excitedly got up, propped on his knees, “you would look so cute in a fluffy tail and a collar with–”
“Shut up, shut up!” Gunwook blushed furiously, covering Taerae's mouth with his hands, looking away. “We are not buying anything!”
Taerae stood up, pulling his sweatpants up as he jumped, “I'm buying it. I have just the perfect pair in mind. Even gloves–oh my god, gloves!”
Gunwook groaned, rolling to his side and covering his ears instead to block out his thrilled rambling about the perfect collar.
Taerae wouldn't buy it, he told himself. He was just saying that to get a reaction out of Gunwook (and succeeding).
But Gunwook knew how Taerae is about those things. Even when he wanted to buy handcuffs, he spent a whole month using belts as makeshift cuffs and bought them only when Gunwook complained about all his belts being ruined. Which took another month.
So in conclusion—
Taerae would not buy anything.
Taerae bought everything.
Dog ears. Dog tail. Dog gloves. Dog collar. A leash .
Gunwook was ushered into the room and before he could even speak a word, the fluffy ears were clipped to his hair.
Taerae cooed at the sight. Asked him to strip. And everything was a blur till he found himself sitting at the edge of the bed–adorned with the ears, a tail with its slim ribbons tied to a glinting metal cock ring, a collar and Taerae helping him wear the furry gloves.
“I really don't think those gloves are necessary,” Gunwook mumbled softly, glancing at himself in the mirror.
“They are.” Taerae answered firmly as he finished putting them on and stepped back to take in the whole image. “How do you feel?” He asked with huge shining eyes, a grin stretched across his face.
“...exposed,” he muttered finally, voice low, his eyes refusing to meet Taerae’s in the mirror.
Taerae’s grin widened. He folded his arms, admiring him like he was some rare work of art. “Exposed? That’s the whole point,” he teased, laughter slipping out. “You’re so shy right now–look at you. My cute little puppy, all dressed up.”
Gunwook’s ears burned. He grabbed at the sheets beneath him, mumbling, “I’m not cute.”
“You are,” Taerae countered easily, stepping closer until he stood between Gunwook’s knees. His hand slid up Gunwook’s chest, fingers splaying across the flushed skin, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath his palm. “And you know what’s cuter?” His voice dropped, rich and slow.
Gunwook glanced up at him, cautious. “…What?”
Taerae smirked, brushing his thumb over Gunwook’s collarbone, resting upon the scar stretched across it. “The way your face twists every single time I call you puppy. That mix of embarrassment and arousal–you can’t hide it. The more I say it, the harder you get.”
Gunwook swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to protest, but no words came out. His reflection in the mirror betrayed him; flushed cheeks, trembling lashes, chest rising and falling too fast.
Taerae chuckled softly, his fingers trailing down to flick lightly at the metal ring. “See? You’re already twitching. Puppy likes it more than he wants to admit.”
“Hyung…” Gunwook whispered, almost pleading, shifting under Taerae’s gaze.
“And there it is again,” Taerae murmured, voice dipping into something sultry and deep. “That look. God, you’re so fucking adorable when you give in.”
His hand went back up to his chest, giving it a gentle squeeze before pinching his nipple. “And your body reacts so well to me. Look at you already getting all hard.”
Gunwook sucked in a breath, shifting and feeling the metal ring around him pull against his skin as Taerae gave him a gentle shove, climbing on top of him.
“Such a good puppy,” Taerae licked his lips, staring into his eyes and pulling his nipple, “responding so well to your hyung. You'd probably bark for me if I asked you to, won't you, puppy?”
Gunwook nodded, biting down because he couldn't trust himself to open his mouth and be able to speak a word without moaning.
He hated how his body reacted to it. His dick already erect and flushed. His stomach tight. All because he was being called a puppy.
As humiliating as it was, he was also aroused. And Taerae’s hand moving up to his neck, the pad of his finger slipping past the little heart shaped hole in the collar to press down gently on his adam's apple wasn't helping the case.
“Speak,” Taerae demanded. “Or has the puppy forgotten how to speak because of how dumb he is?”
His voice came out choked, “I would–I would bark for you. Anything you want…”
“Good boy,” he praised, pressing harder, Gunwook's breathing coming out ragged. “And what's the safeword?”
“Peach.”
His lips curved as he loosened the pressure just slightly, allowing him to suck in a desperate breath, trembling with both relief and need. “And what if you can't speak?”
Gunwook’s mind was growing dizzy already. His dick quivered at the thought of him not being able to speak. The possibility that Taerae would go to that length today that he would go dumb with pleasure.
“I…I pull one ear off,” Gunwook answered, his words coming out shaky.
Taerae nodded. Moving his hand to the puppy ear clip ons and gave it a playful tug. Gunwook hissed when his hair strands pulled with it.
His hand came back to toy with the collar. Slipping a finger inside and curling it. “Such a smart puppy. You deserve a treat, don't you?”
Before Gunwook could even nod, the collar tightened and yanked. The sudden drag stole his breath, leather biting at his throat, and his head snapped forward with a sharp gasp–straight into Taerae.
There was no space to think, only the heat of Taerae’s mouth crashing against his. His lips parted on instinct, a muffled sound spilling out as the kiss consumed him. The scrape of the leather still lingered like phantom fire, but all he could feel was Taerae’s breath mingling with his own.
Gunwook’s hands hovered uselessly at his sides, trembling with the urge to clutch, to pull, to anchor himself in something real. His mind reeled, but his body leaned helplessly forward, drawn into the gravity of Taerae’s kiss–desperate and dizzy.
His back arched off the bed, hips rolling upwards, cock uselessly begging for attention and throbbing with the lack of blood flow.
Taerae's hands were on him, clutching his stomach and his chest, pinching at the skin as Gunwook moaned into the kiss. He squirmed under him but Taerae kept rubbing his nub harshly.
He whined, the sound breaking between their lips. His hands finally lifted, fingers grazing Taerae’s sides before falling back uselessly to the sheets, too shaky to hold on.
“Please–” the word slipped out, strangled, half a moan, half a cry.
Taerae only hummed, his mouth sliding from the sharp line of his jaw to the hollow of his throat, each kiss soft at first, then paired with a nip sharp enough to leave him gasping. He sucked gently at the pulse point, tongue pressing against the frantic rhythm of Gunwook’s heartbeat as if mocking him for how out of control he already was.
His hand pinched again at Gunwook’s chest, twisting until his back bowed helplessly off the bed.
“Feels good, puppy?” Taerae mumbled against his skin, licking his earlobe.
His heels dug into the mattress, toes curling, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter with each movement of Taerae's.
Taerae’s hand flattened against his chest, stroking almost tenderly before rolling his thumb across the peaked nub again. “So sensitive,” he murmured, dragging his voice low, velvety, just to watch the shiver crawl down Gunwook’s spine.
His lips followed the path of his hand, brushing across collarbones, nipping at each jut of bone before soothing the bite with a warm swipe of his tongue. Leaving slow, wet kisses across the expanse of his chest as though marking territory. Gunwook whimpered, thighs shifting restlessly against the mattress.
Finally, Taerae hovered over one nipple, the one left abandoned, blowing a cool stream of air across it before flicking it lightly with his tongue.
The sound tore from his throat embarrassingly needy as he jolted. His aching cock brushing just briefly against Taerae's ass.
He chuckled, low and wicked. “You like when I play here, hm?” He circled the nub lazily with his tongue, never quite giving enough, before sucking lightly, teeth grazing the edge until Gunwook arched up into his mouth.
"Yes, yes, I do–fuck! Hyung!”
Taerae finally closed his lips around him properly, sucking deep and slow and Gunwook’s entire body jerked.
He took the nub between his teeth, staring up at Gunwook–and pulled.
His head fell back, throat bared, a broken moan spilling out as if Taerae had just pulled the air right from his lungs.
He pinched the other one, pulling it and twisting it till it swelled up. Drool trailed down the corner of Gunwook’s lip, body trembling under him like a live wire ready to snap. His dick threatened to break under the pressure.
Taerae’s palm flattened against the hard planes of Gunwook’s stomach, dragging slowly down the ridges of his abs as if he was memorizing each one with touch alone. The muscles jumped beneath his hand, betraying how tightly Gunwook was wound, how close to unraveling.
Then his mouth followed–hot, wet kisses pressed to the dip of his sternum, his ribs, the trembling rise and fall of his abdomen. Each kiss lingered, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin before moving lower, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.
With each drop lower, Gunwook was hyperaware of his dick dragging up Taerae’s body, so slow that he could make out each breath he took in. It kept him anchored. Kept him needing more.
“Look at you,” Taerae murmured against him, voice low and taunting, lips brushing over the line of his stomach. “So pretty like this. You like being touched everywhere, don’t you, puppy?”
Gunwook whimpered, back arching again as Taerae’s teeth grazed along the sharp edge of his hipbone. He kissed there, sucked hard until the skin flushed red, marking him, claiming him, before dragging his tongue back toward the center.
His mouth mapped out every rise and hollow, each slow press of lips making Gunwook shake harder beneath him, the anticipation burning hotter than fire.
By the time Taerae’s tongue traced a slick line down to his pelvis, nuzzling his cheek against his throbbing and flushed cock, Gunwook was a wreck–panting, whimpering, clutching the sheets so hard his knuckles whitened.
Taerae only smirked, teasing Gunwook with the warm breath of his mouth so close to his tip, dry and untouched.
“H–hyung…please, I can’t–” He cried out, trembling hand reaching out to Taerae. But it froze midway as Taerae licked a stripe on his head. Then again.
Small licks which seemed like a ghost of his tongue over his length if anything. He fiddled with the metal ring at the base, swiping his tongue along it and pressing against it and—
Buzz
Gunwook clutched Taerae's hair–slamming his down onto his cock as the vibrations went through him like electricity. Groaning loudly at the feeling of it along with Taerae's mouth, head thrown back with eyes squeezed shut.
Taerae attempted to get up, taken aback by the sudden action, but Gunwook pushed him down harder; the tip hitting the back of Taerae's throat with so much force that he choked on it.
Pinching Gunwook’s hand and freeing away from his grasp, he coughed, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as his throat burned.
Gunwook realised it a moment too late when the warmth was again gone and his neck snapped to look at Taerae coughing.
He gasped, sitting up. “Oh my god–are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't–”
He was cut off by Taerae tugging the tail, pulling it so hard it burnt against his skin, making him yelp out loud.
“You are sorry?” He scoffed, pulling it harder. “Didn't seem so a second ago.”
“Hyung!” He protested, grasping the sheets till his knuckles turned white. “Don't pull it–”
“Aw, does it hurt?” He tugged it again, the vibrations more painful than pleasurable while digging into his skin.
A sob broke out from his lips, “yes, it hurts, please–”
“Want me to stop then?” He cooed, eyes sharp as he stared down at him.
Gunwook shook his head frantically, throat tight from more than just the choke. “N-no–don’t stop.”
Taerae's hand stayed firm on the tail, twisting it just enough to make the vibrations stutter against Gunwook’s skin.
The younger writhed, back arching off the sheets as a strangled cry slipped past his bitten lip. His knuckles were bone-white where they gripped the fabric, veins taut against his forearms. “Please,” he begged, voice cracking, “I–I’ll be good.”
“Good?” Taerae echoed, leaning down until their foreheads nearly touched. His breath fanned hot against Gunwook’s parted lips. “You weren’t good when you tried to shove me down like that.”
Gunwook’s eyes fluttered shut, shame and want colliding in his chest. “I didn’t mean to–”
His words dissolved into a gasp when Taerae gave another harsh tug, sending the vibrations buzzing sharp through him. His thighs trembled violently.
“You never mean to,” Taerae whispered, his voice low and dangerous now, “but you like how it feels when I punish you for it, don’t you?”
Gunwook’s answer was only a choked sob, his head thrashing side to side as if he could deny it. But his body betrayed him–his hips jerking upward, his length twitching against the lingering wetness of Taerae’s mouth.
“Pathetic.” His free hand slid to press flat against Gunwook’s stomach, holding him down with ease. “So desperate you don’t even know what you’re begging for.”
He climbed on top of him, pressing the small button to up the vibrations, making Gunwook jolt. “I was planning to treat you well today. Be sweet and careful with you.
But…” he trailed off, slipping two fingers inside his hole, moaning and clutching Gunwook’s chest, “little puppy likes being used, doesn't he? Only useful to provide pleasure to his hyung. Hm?”
Gunwook nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes, please use me. Hyung, please…” He bucked his hips up shamelessly, muscles flexing as they tighten with tension.
“Have patience,” He curled the fingers inside him, pumping them and stretching himself open, already growing wet with anticipation.
Gunwook stared at him with a pitiful look, eyes half lidded and lips in a small pout. Taerae slipped his fingers in till he was knuckles deep, his walls burning and clenching around them.
He slipped them out and pulled Gunwook up by his collar, the leather cutting into his skin just enough to make his pulse quicken.
“You can only look, alright? No touching.” He bit his lip, sinking onto his length with a shaky breath. Gunwook let out a whimper, looking up at Taerae, his hot breath a ghost over Gunwook’s forehead.
He clutched Gunwook’s shoulders for balance, rising up and down in a rhythm, pace fast from the start.
Gunwook whined, lip trembling as he brought his face closer to Taerae's, letting himself get engulfed in his intoxicating scent, lips just barely touching his collar.
Taerae dug his nails into Gunwook’s skin, feeling the phantom of Gunwook’s lips on him. His lips tugged up, staring down at Gunwook’s desire brimmed eyes, hands flexing beside him.
“Hyung,” he whimpered, hair brushing Taerae's skin, Gunwook nuzzling just barely against Taerae, breath stuttering, “I'm sorry, please…”
He barked out a laugh, hand coming up to cup his cheek and Gunwook pressed further into his palm, licking his wrist.
Taerae rolled his hips, back bending and chest grazing Gunwook’s nose. He left the hand instantly, pressing his forehead to his chest, tongue sticking out, hot breath ghosting over Taerae’s nipples.
He huffed, cranking his neck to come even closer and—
“Hyung!” He yelped, crying out in pain as Taerae pulled the tail. Hard.
It followed with a pathetic whine, giving in and clutching Taerae's thighs, mouth open against Taerae's skin.
“Such a bad puppy, can't even follow instructions.” He pulled harder, feeling Gunwook’s dick pulse under him.
He groaned, “Hyung…don't pull too hard.”
“Why?” He breathlessly chuckled, “does it hurt puppy?”
Gunwook nodded. Taerae pulled again and he jerked, trembling beneath him.
He leaned closer to his ear, voice dropping dangerously low with a teasing glint. “If it hurts then why are you throbbing inside me?”
Gunwook didn't say anything. Just breathing shallowly. Whimpering. Sniffling.
Taerae bounced harder, hitting his prostate that send vibrations through his whole body.
He grasped Gunwook’s hair, sinking down wholly and gasping. He trembled under Taerae–leaking already.
He rubbed the soft fur of the clip on ear on his head. And tugged forward.
Gunwook yelped, pain shooting through his scalp. Taerae leaned in to nibble on his ear, tugging it again.
“Does it hurt when I pull these?”
Gunwook winced, choking out a high pitched yes.
Taerae smirked, slamming down his hips on Gunwook. A snivel caught in his throat. “Then why are you leaking inside me even with a cock ring on?”
Gunwook’s nails dug crescents into Taerae’s thighs, body trembling, cock twitching helplessly against the constraint of the ring. His breath stuttered, broken with whines he couldn’t swallow down.
“Hyung, I–I can’t, take it off, please,” he hiccupped, voice breaking as Taerae tugged on the faux ear again, sharp enough to make his back arch off the sheets.
“You can.” Taerae’s smirk deepened, rolling his hips in a slow, punishing grind. “You will. Puppies don’t get to decide when they’re done.”
A cry tumbled out of Gunwook, muffled against Taerae’s chest as he tried to hide, as if burying his face could save him. Taerae’s fingers curled around his chin, forcing him to look up, his teary eyes glassy with desperation.
“Look at you,” Taerae breathed, dragging his thumb across the wetness on Gunwook’s cheek, then shoving it between his lips. “Crying, begging, leaking–such a pathetic little mess.”
Gunwook gagged lightly around his thumb, but his hips bucked upwards, a betrayal his body couldn’t hide.
Taerae laughed low in his throat, bouncing harder, relentless, until Gunwook’s thighs quivered and his muffled whimpers grew high-pitched, desperate.
“You like it, don’t you?” he whispered against his ear, tugging the tail one last time, feeling the shudder ripple through him. “Hurts so bad you can’t think. Isn't that right, my sweet painslut?”
Gunwook’s entire body jolted at the word, a strangled sound tearing out of him as if the label itself shocked through his nerves. His chest heaved, lungs pulling in ragged air, pupils blown wide and unfocused. The humiliation sank deeper than the ache in his cock.
“P‐please, I'll be good, I promise, please,” he whimpered, though he didn’t even know what he was asking for anymore–release, mercy, or more of the cruel attention Taerae poured over him. His nails scraped down Taerae’s thighs, leaving angry red streaks that made Taerae hiss and rut down harder.
The heat coiled in his stomach, each movement growing difficult with the ache in his thighs.
And it was dry. Too dry without Gunwook’s cum inside him.
He wanted to tease him more, edge him till he wasn't able to form a coherent sentence anymore. Watch him whither under him.
But he went with his neediness, slowly untying the ribbon, lifting himself off, letting his hole clench around emptiness as he took the cock ring off.
Gunwook let out a sigh of relief, the blood flowing to his dick again.
Taerae sinked onto it again, his movements growing sloppy, Gunwook already leaking inside him like a broken faucet.
“Hold it,” Taerae hissed, pushing the fluid back inside his hole as he rolled his hips, feeling the bulge at his lower belly.
“Hyung…hyung, I cannot stop, I–” he sobbed, grabbing his waist and pushing Taerae onto him.
Taerae groaned, feeling himself getting filled up by Gunwook, stuttering his hips up and pushing Taerae down onto him, growing dizzy as the orgasm ripped out of him, leaving him trembling.
Taerae didn't stop, chasing his own high, rolling and grinding his hips slowly due to fatigue, thighs shaking.
"Hyung...wait, stop, I already–" Gunwook cried out.
"I didn't. Wait."
Taerae fucked himself on Gunwook, one hand on his cock as he stroked it lazily, panting on top of him.
Gunwook propped himself up, grabbing Taerae's ass so hard it could leave marks, muscles popping and flexing while he lifted him, helping him ride on Gunwook.
Taerae let out a gasp, pulling Gunwook close by his shoulder and digging his nails onto his back. His cock leaked, leaving a smear on Gunwook’s stomach while the latter rolled his hips, sucking on Taerae's jaw.
"Fuck! Puppy...I'm close," Taerae choked out, clenching around Gunwook’s dick, his back arching more as he felt Gunwook throb inside him again.
"Don’t stop, hyung, don't." He sucked on his collarbone, biting his skin and gripping him harder.
"I can't–"
He barely completed his sentence before he got pinned down onto the bed, Gunwook on top of him and immediately starting to thrust deep inside him.
He pressed his palm on Taerae's stomach, feeling the bulge as Taerae twitched violently, his walls clenching around Gunwook desperately. The sound of wet slaps and squelching filled the space, the cum oozing out of Taerae’s swollen hole.
“Fuck–I'm close‐Wook!”
“Hold on, I'm just…I'm there too,” he pressed again, pulling a leg to rest over his shoulder and thrusting harder, hitting his prostate continuously.
Taerae clutched his back, scratching him a little with each movement, moaning loudly and shaking, then pulled him closer by the collar to muffle his cries by a kiss.
Gunwook came first, reaching his high and bullying the orgasm inside him–Taerae releasing just a beat later, biting Gunwook’s lower lip.
Gunwook slumped on top of him, dick still inside him, panting and catching his breath.
“That was…I have no words.”
“Well, guess puppy liked his reward?”
Gunwook whined in protest, biting back the shy smile.
He did love it. Being Taerae’s puppy.
Gyuvin had not meant to indulge so much into it.
But his mind was a dangerous place. And he had been watching Taerae and Gunwook too closely these days without even meaning to.
The way they are always stuck together, Taerae always whispering something in the younger's ear and asking about each other when they aren't around.
At first, it was easy to assume they had just grown closer, courtesy of living together for so long now.
But then there were those touches. Taerae's hand lingering a little too long on Gunwook’s shoulder, squeezing his arm as he complimented his muscles. Just admiration. Making Gunwook feel confident.
Then it turned to a hand on Gunwook’s thigh whenever they drove back to the dorms after schedule. Gunwook blushing a deep red so often after Taerae whispered into his ear. Taerae sending him secret glances. Them disappearing together.
After a few of their disappearances at random times and them coming back with somewhat an unkept appearance, it became clear they were hooking up. At least to Gyuvin.
So when they both drank to the question of liking puppy play–one of Gyuvin’s favorites–he noticed.
And thought about it.
A lot.
A lot more than necessary.
And though it was simply curiosity at first; wanting to just casually talk about it and share his deepest interest with someone else, too–it was growing into something else.
Something else as in…fantasizing about them. Assuming their roles during sex.
With the way Gunwook was so easily flustered by Taerae, Gyuvin could only assume Taerae was the one in control. Pushing Gunwook’s buttons and taking the lead as he ordered him around.
Maybe more. Maybe edged him. Overstimulated him. Maybe even used some toys on him.
Pictures of Taerae’s sick smile as he sucked Gunwook’s cock for far too long, milking him dry till Taerae was satisfied flashed in Gyuvin's mind.
His breath hitched when he imagined Taerae’s mouth–so wide and warm–around his own dick. Deep throating him and moaning so much that each vibration sent shockwaves down his spine.
Guilt rose in his chest, gnawing at his skin as he thought about it. Knowing so well he was maybe also romantically involved with Gunwook and not just physically.
And he shouldn't be touching himself to his hyung.
But with his throbbing dick, he chose to shove down those thoughts to the back of his mind and wrap his fingers around his length imagining it to be Taerae’s hand.
And as he stroked himself, he partially wanted Taerae to barge in on him and catch him in the act. Offer to help him. Offer to take care of his younger bandmate.
But that remained just a thought he found it easier–found himself more aroused–to release to.
He could imagine Taerae being the handler and calling Gunwook his sweet puppy in his deep soothing voice as the other sobbed into the pillow due to overstimulation.
Asking him to crawl and get off against his leg. Tying his hands together and not allowing him to touch him till Taerae was done using him.
But then again. Taerae was just so easy to push around.
And Gyuvin knew because he did it so often.
Pressing his body on the floor during places and laying down on him till he was screaming for Hanbin to get Gyuvin off him. Squeezing his hand so hard that his whole face twisted in pain.
Gunwook's grip was so much stronger than Gyuvin. He was so much bigger and muscular.
If it was so easy for Gyuvin to throw Taerae around, he couldn't even fathom how casually Gunwook could throw Taerae on the bed and use him as he wanted to.
Pinning him down and caging him as he pounded into him and the elder tugging at the restraints but there's no way he can free himself.
And Gunwook tugging his pretty tail and offering him his hand to bite onto to muffle his cries.
Does Taerae cry during sex?
Gyuvin's cock twitched at the thought.
He had barely seen Taerae cry–tear up slightly at most. Seeing him cry would probably be a sight. Seeing him tear up and sob as Gunwook pounds into him relentlessly, coming apart under him.
And Gunwook—
The thought pressed down on him like a weight, heavy and suffocating. His hand stuttered over his cock, grip tightening, breath breaking in uneven pants.
Gunwook’s name alone was enough to make his body jolt. Not Taerae this time. Not the image of him smirking, commanding, pushing buttons. But Gunwook–bigger, stronger, quieter.
Gyuvin’s throat went dry. He couldn’t shake off the picture now; Gunwook towering over Taerae, pinning him easily with one broad hand on his chest. Or worse–Gunwook’s voice turning on him. Low, rough, telling him to get on all fours, tugging him by the hair until his face was pressed into the sheets.
Gyuvin whined under his breath, too close to the edge to stop, too ashamed to let himself enjoy it fully.
He remembered the way Gunwook had held him once during practice, just for balance. His palm had wrapped almost all the way around Gyuvin’s wrist. His grip was steady, grounding.
But imagining that same hand wrapped around the back of his neck, shoving him down, sent heat shooting down his spine.
Fuck—
He bit into his knuckle, trying to muffle the sound, but the fantasy wouldn’t let him go. Gunwook’s lips against his ear, whispering good boy. Gunwook’s thigh pressed between his, making him rut like the desperate mutt he’d admitted he wanted to be.
And then Taerae there too, watching, smiling that sharp smile Gyuvin couldn’t get out of his head. Maybe even helping, maybe holding the leash while Gunwook used him. The both of them, together, ruining him.
Gyuvin’s chest heaved. His body burned, his hand moving faster without his permission, chasing the vision until his mind blurred. Guilt clawed at his ribs, guilt for wanting this, guilt for needing this–but it only made his arousal sharper, hotter, unbearable.
“Gunwook–” the name broke from his lips before he could stop it, muffled into his fist.
And suddenly the room felt too small, too hot, like he might choke on the air itself.
Heat slammed through him like a tidal wave, every nerve ending on fire. His hips jerked uncontrollably, hand moving faster over slick, sensitive skin, chasing the friction and release that his body demanded even as his mind screamed at him to stop.
He couldn’t stop thinking about them. And the guilt overtook him each time he touched himself thinking about them but it was too good. Too arousing. Too fucking pathetic of him that it turned him on.
He shook and cried out in broken whimpers, bucking his hips as he imagined them to be staring at the dumb puppy–touching himself and crying and begging them to let him cum.
And the imagine of them chuckling and staring him down was just enough to make his mind short circuit as the orgasm raked through his body.
Thrice.
He touched himself fantasizing about them thrice.
And now he was going to stop. He swore to himself he would stop and consume his mind with anything else but Taerae and Gunwook.
That lasted, well, not too long.
He had decided to visit Yujin, hoping he was awake and doing nothing, maybe playing video games in the quiet celebration of finishing the week and his exams. He had wanted to busy himself with someone so that he wouldn't be having those filthy thoughts again.
But it backfired so hard.
Because he let himself in and walked over to Yujin’s room to find the lights turned off.
And when he turned around to leave, he froze mid-step upon hearing a low moan.
Then—
“Hyung…” a whine.
“...don't pull so hard,” came out a muffled groan from Taerae's room.
“Why,” another breathless voice from the room, undeniably Taerae's, “does it hurt puppy?”
Gyuvin’s dick twitched in his shorts.
And he should have darted from there.
Yet his feet took a careful step forward. Pausing right in front of the door. The sounds of skin slapping together filtering through the walls along with lewd sounds from them both.
“If it hurts then why are you throbbing inside me?”
A beat.
A yelp.
“Does it hurt when I pull these?”
A muffled, choked out yes.
“Then why are you leaking even with the cock ring on?”
That was enough.
Gyuvin darted back to the safety of his room. Mind going blank with the newfound information.
Taerae was the handler.
Taerae, handling and pushing Gunwook around like he wasn’t half his size.
Fuck.
Puppy .
Gyuvin shivered at the hoarse and deep voice of Taerae calling him puppy. The lewd words leaving his mouth.
Before Gyuvin knew it, he was double checking the lock on his door, mind filled with Taerae as he headed back to his bed, pulling a box from underneath it and dusting it off.
It had been ages. Ages since he was this turned on and desperate to wear it again.
He opened the box in anticipation, eyes falling onto the neatly arranged brown dog ears and the long fluffy tail of the same shade, the collar and the leash with nipple clips at the very corner.
He was giddy. The adrenaline pumping through his veins and straight to his dick as he stripped to wear the ears and the tail, leaving the collar for now.
He used his mouth to tie the leash around his wrists, tightening it with his mind going back to Taerae’s voice. Taunting and cocky and so teasing.
He briefly glanced at the door again as he hesitantly bent to bite the tail between his teeth, hoping for it to muffle his moans. Then tugged a pillow closer to himself, setting it between his thighs.
The pillow was warm already, trapped between his thighs, soaking up every nervous tremor he fed into it. He squeezed it harder, hips shifting with the smallest friction, and shut his eyes.
And there he was again.
Taerae.
That voice curling through his head like smoke; lazy, smug, threaded with a sharp edge that made Gyuvin’s stomach knot.
“Pathetic. I don’t even have to touch you, do I? You’ll do it yourself.”
Gyuvin’s lips parted around the fur, the muffled sound breaking out despite his effort to stay quiet. His wrists flexed against the leash as though begging, already aching with the need to move freely–or maybe to be pinned down even tighter.
The words echoed again, clearer this time. Taerae’s tone, low and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to watch Gyuvin squirm.
“Pathetic. Can’t even keep still, can you? Just look at you, rutting like some mutt.”
Gyuvin squeezed his eyes shut, forehead pressing into the mattress as if the shame of it might cool him down.
It didn’t.
If anything, the words in his head spurred him on, drove his hips harder against the pillow. The sheets rustled, every sound too loud in the quiet room, too risky when the door wasn’t even locked.
His jaw tightened on the tail, muffling another noise as heat flushed through him. For a moment he could almost imagine Taerae leaning over him–eyes narrowed, mouth tilted in that dangerous half-smile.
He bit down harder, muffling the sound that wanted to break out. His thighs pressed together like he could crush the ache building between them, but it only made it worse; the pressure, the restraint, the sharp edge of Taerae’s voice still cutting through his head.
“You’d do anything I told you to, wouldn’t you? I could make you stay just like this–tied up, leaking into the sheets, begging me without a single word. That’s what you’re good for.”
The leash strained as Gyuvin jerked against it, hips pressing down into the pillow without thinking. His throat ached with the moan that got trapped against the tail, spilling out rough and needy, but in his head Taerae only laughed.
“Listen to you. Can’t even keep quiet. Anyone could hear you like this, you know? Anyone could walk in and see exactly what you are.”
His hips faltered at that thought, grinding in shorter, desperate bursts, his chest heaving as his mind flickered toward the unlocked door. The danger of it only made him pulse harder against the pillow, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping still while his body betrayed him.
His dick was already leaking, the friction making him suck his gasps as drool got soaked into his fur.
Taerae’s voice wound tighter around his ribs, coaxing and sharp all at once.
“Go on, puppy. Show me how bad you want it. Grinding like a bitch in heat–shameless. You’d let me watch, wouldn’t you? You’d spread your legs and hump your little pillow while I told you what a mess you are.”
He clenched his fists, leather cutting into his wrists, every tug of the leash sparking heat down his spine. His hips snapped forward again, harder this time, the pillow catching the slickness he’d already left behind.
“–mmphh,” the sound tore through the tail between his teeth, strangled and needy.
“Pathetic little thing. I could leave you like this all night. Hands bound, rutting until your body gives out. You’d keep going, wouldn’t you? You’d beg me for more, even when you can’t breathe, even when you can’t think.”
Gyuvin’s vision blurred at the thought, head pressing into the mattress as if he could hide from the words that wouldn’t stop replaying. His thighs shook with each thrust, his cock leaking against the damp pillow, humiliation burning so hot it nearly tipped into pleasure.
“Yes…” he gasped, the single word torn from him between desperate thrusts, shame and pleasure mingling until he couldn’t separate them. “Yes, I… I need it. I need you…”
He could feel it building–tight, overwhelming–the desperate knot coiling in his stomach, spreading to his thighs, searing through his cock. His hips rolled frantically, pillow pressed tightly between them, muffled whimpers rattling from his throat.
His whole body ached for more–for Taerae’s hand in his hair, his voice in his ear, the weight of him forcing Gyuvin down until there was nothing left but obedience and need.
The leash strained again, his wrists jerking as though reaching for something he could never quite grasp.
And still, Taerae’s phantom voice whispered through him, coaxing, commanding–
“Good boy. Don’t stop. Show me how desperate you are.”
Gyuvin’s body betrayed him completely, quaking violently as the release tore through him in harsh, consuming waves.
He pressed into the pillow, shivering, muffled sobs and gasps caught in his throat as heat poured from him uncontrollably. Every nerve screamed, every muscle tightened, and for a long, suspended moment, there was nothing but the all-consuming sensation of shame, pleasure, and the phantom of Taerae’s voice entwined into one.
When it was over, he lay spent, chest heaving, wrists aching from the leash, mind swimming with the guilt of having gone too far. Too far to come back now.
The dance practices, vocal lessons–vocal lessons Taerae promised he would help Gyuvin with.
How would he face Taerae now? He couldn’t. He really couldn't now.
He covered his eyes and he sighed. I'm fucked.