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'Cause moments fade away And nothing lasts forever It's not too late, it's not too late We belong together
2min. Divorced couple. Cat and dog. Seungmin and Minho.
These two have a relationship filled with back and forth tormenting banter. But it’s all with love. Some type of strange love language they share. Almost anyone can see it, they love being at each other’s throats just to get a reaction out of each other. It’s too bad that it’s gone on for so long that their true desires for each other has pent up so much, yet neither of them have ever made a move. For Minho, he’s had enough. He’s ready to get the ball rolling, see if it actually goes anywhere, if Seungmin actually does hate him, or wants him equally as bad.
The group is nearing the end of a world tour, just a couple more cities and then it will be the end of an era.
Retreating back to their hotel after their latest concert, a few members go straight into their rooms and don’t come back out, while the other few decided to work out in the hotel’s gym. Seungmin and Jeongin have just finished dancing, singing and jumping around with each other and fans for hours, but they still decide to squeeze in a small workout before their day ends. After a short while they’re joined by another member.
“Minho hyung! Come to break another sweat?”
Jeongin sets down the pair of dumbbells he was just curling to call out to his member who just walked into the gym.
Minho has changed into a plain shirt and shorts. He notices Seungmin jogging on the treadmill. He’s in a plain large shirt and sweatpants paired with a cap, but Minho notices that they are in matching shoes. What a funny coincidence.
Seungmin turns his head around to see his hyung before facing the machine again.
“Have to. Part of the pro idol life. Have to keep my body nice for stay.”
Jeongin chuckles. Minho glances over to Seungmin, his jogging speed accelerated.
Minho does simple warm ups before beginning to use a machine. All three exercise together and after a while Jeongin finishes his workout and bids his good nights before leaving the two members alone in the gym.
They each continue their workouts quietly with a few grunts every now and then, until they simultaneously take a break.
Game time. Minho decides.
“Great show today, huh Seungminnie?”
Seungmin purposely takes a long gulp of his water bottle, not wanting to answer. Today’s show was anything but ‘great’ to him. Minho had annoyed him the entire day, still continuing on now. He had made Seungmin forget or completely miss his lines and choreography by running off with his mic or pushing him off balance. And he still had the gall to blow kisses and hit his butt after it all.
No matter how much he is in love with this man, his behavior really tends to irritate and test his patience.
Even after he had finished drinking Minho still waits for a response. So he gives him a simple one with a flat tone. “Yeah. Right.”
“Aww, come on, you really still upset at your hyung?” Minho playfully whines.
Seungmin ignores and walks past him to use another machine. Minho stays in his position but keeps his eyes on the younger. “I thought puppies needed lots of play time.”
Seungmin inhales deeply. “That was not play. It was straight bullying and in front of thousands of fans.”
Seungmin spits out the first things that come to his tongue in frustration. He immediately closes his eyes and calms himself down a bit before opening them again to focus back to the machine.
Minho was taken aback with his response, was he being too harsh?
“Ohh, Im sorry for trying to make those thousands of fans glad to see you. You always give them nothing, at least I was giving you some trending concert clips. You could say thank you.” Still he doesn’t hold back.
Seungmin exhales through his nose before he responds in a hushed tone. “Just leave me alone, please hyung.”
“Hm? What was that? You really need to speak up-“
“Shut up!”
A shiver runs up Minho’s spine.
Ah, Now here we go~
Minho tries to keep down his smirk. “Hah? Really? Is that what you want?” He crosses his arms and leans to the side.
Seungmin releases another sigh. “Just shut up.”
“Why don’t you make me.”
Sm turns around to face him with an expression of disbelief.
“Heh? Make me.” Minho taunts with a smirk and his chin up.
Come on. Take this bait.
Seungmin slowly steps towards him, his head tilted with his tongue poking his inner cheek. Minho wanting it in his mouth so badly. Have it taste every inch of his body. He doesn’t let his craving falter his stance and expression.
Seungmin stops at Minho’s shoe tips, the height difference blatant. That alone sparks something deep in both their stomachs, always has. The second youngest group member looking down at the second oldest member, with dark lidded eyes and mouth slightly opened. Minho’s chin still up and proud, looking up at him with smirk squeezed eyes. Their height difference is not extreme, yet both view it as a challenge.
Would the older let the younger over power him, really let the size differences take over? Or would the younger remain obedient like already intended? That depends, on Seungmin’s next move.
His chest heaves as he inhales, preparing to speak.
“Hyung.”
Deep. Breathy. Adam’s apple slightly bobbed down with the one word. Oh how Minho wants to lick and nip at it, have his hand holding his neck to feel it move as he lets more breathy low sounds out. Seungmin silently also wanting it.
“Yes? Seungminnie? What ever could you need from your favorite hyung?” Minho re-crosses his arms and tilts his head while batting his eye lashes.
Seungmin rolls his eyes up as he turns his head, inhaling through his nose, letting the breath out with a loud sigh.
Minho tauntingly taps his foot. “Well?”
Seungmin keeps his head turned, lips pursed as he darts his attention to various objects in the room to keep them off Minho. He turns back at him, then lowers his head to look down at their shoes, placing his hand behind his neck.
“You really want to do this now?”
“Do what Seungminnie? I’m not doing anything, you came up to me. What possibly could be riling you up now-“
“Shut. Up, hyung.” Came out in a growl.
Minho is stunned, just for a second. Scoffing the next. Eyes darting across Seungmin’s face. Eyebrows furrowed, lips frowned, eyes dark and filled with frustrated pent up anger.
Does he really still not get it? Dumb dog. Minho thought to himself.
“Didn’t hear me the first time?” Minho slightly leaned his upper body forward, getting close to the side of Seungmin’s face, right to his ear.
“Make. Me.”
Seungmin’s eyes shut closed as he breathes in and out rhythmically. His head hung down, seeming very irritated now, collecting his composure. Minho taps his index finger on his arm as he waits for a response.
A minute passes and he’s grown impatient, starting to look like his final attempt at Seungmin, failed.
He looks down, feeling a bit of remorse for getting the younger to this state of stress. He lets out a sigh and straightens up. “Okay, I’m sorry puppy. I shouldn’t keep irritating you, I’ll just, leave you to it.”
His voice no longer teasing, instead filled with genuine concern and guilt. Minho waits one more second, for some form of answer from the boy. After not getting one, he decides turns around to leave the gym.
Seems he messed with him a little too much this time, riling him up too much with his own want, he thought it was mutual, doesn’t seem that way now anymore then.
From now on he’ll no longer pursue the younger, for each their sake.
Minho takes three steps forward towards to leave, until his wrist was tightly grabbed from behind.
There was no time to react before being yanked backwards then practically had his back thrown at the wall with such a force the wind was slightly pushed out of him, causing a squeak sound to come out. His eyes shut from the slight pain and his head was pulled back against the wall.
There was a loud thud that came around him which caused him to open his eyes, where he was greeted with the same dark frustrated lidded pair as before, now pinning him against a wall.
Their foreheads almost touching, if Minho felt small against Seungmin before, he definitely feels towered over now. He is completely covered by him. If anyone were to come in now, it’d look like just one person doing wall push ups.
“Kim Seungmin, what the hell!-“ Minho’s attempt at raising his voice to him again was shut down, by Seungmin’s lips being harshly pressed onto his.
Minho’s eyes widened in surprise, looking at the person now kissing him. The way his eyes closed and eyebrows were furrowed, the way his nose looked brushed against his own, then to his pink lips as he pulled away. Eyes opening, staring back.
They stay like that for a second, catching a breath, until Seungmin lets out a light breathy chuckle.
“Why so surprised now Lee Know hyung? Thought you needed help shutting up.”
Huh. Seems this pup isn’t stupid after all.
A smile creeps onto Minho’s mouth. “Yeah?” he lets out syrupy sweet.
He slithers his hands up to Seungmin’s chest and collar of his sweatshirt. His fists a chunk of it and tugs him closer, making their foreheads and tip of their noses touch.
“Then why’d you stop? Mouths still motoring away.”
A hand coming through the side of Minho’s head, the thumb going over his ear’s helix before cupping the back of his neck and pushing their lips back together. Minho closes his eyes this time, deeply kissing back.
Their teeth and tongues clashing from the roughness of the kiss. Seungmin’s body keeps Minho’s pushed against the wall, their growing erections rubbed against each others, causing the older to let out a moan.
Seungmin shoves his tongue down into his mouth to swallow the noise, but continuing to thrust forward against him.
Each of Minho’s sounds getting completely devoured by him. Minho’s knuckles were turning white from gripping onto the sweatshirt, leaving it wrinkled for sure.
Seungmin’s other hand travels down in between them. It cups and rubs over Minho’s bulge.
Muffled moans trying to escape, to be heard, to let his pleasure it be known. But that thought is completely thrown out once he feels his dick spring free out of his pants. The cool air hitting his wet tip. He turns to pull away from Seungmin’s lips, leaving him to kissing his cheek. “W-wait. Seungmin.”
His eyes lazily open to look down and sees his dick and Seungmin’s, both in his large hand.
He’s never actually seen it. Sure some accidental moments of walking in on him changing or in the bathroom, but it was only ever in underwear, and at a quick glance, he’s never got a good look at him.
He’s a good size. Not so big, larger and longer than his, not by too much but still. It’s funny how the size difference meets them here as well. And it’s even pretty, the fair and peachy tone it has against his are almost the same.
Minho let out a shuttered groan from the sight.
Seungmin continues to kiss, going down to his jawline and neck as he began to stroke their cocks against each other. Minho let out a long loud moan this time, but immediately felt remorse, biting his bottom lip to hold back the sound.
He can’t help but feel embarrassed now, for choosing a public place to rile them both up.
“Seungmin! Ahh…s-stop it! Now!”
Seungmin ignores his pleas, instead he pumps faster. Minho throws his head against back the wall, his mouth agape. Seungmin mouths at his new opening, right onto his Adam’s apple, licking and sucking it, feeling the vibrations from this breaths and moans. His hand not slowing down.
Minho prays no one walks in. Feeling his ears get hot just from the thought. Some stranger, maybe even one of their members or staff, walking in and catching them like this. A bead of precum gushes out of him.
Every time Seungmin pumped their tips seemed to kiss, becoming connected with the precum like mouths with saliva.
“Min-ah,” Minho whined.
Seungmin doesn’t answer.
He’s completely pulled away from Minho’s face, now looking down at their blushed cocks in his hand.
Minho pulls his head down to look at him, just in time to see a string of his saliva go down from this mouth onto their cock heads. He rubs his palm right over both of them. Minho chokes on a gasped moan. Seungmin lets out one as well.
“S-shit! Nhg, ah!”
Seungmin rubs his thumb over both their slits, and Minho feels his legs start to tremble. “F-fuck! Fuck you Seungmin! S-stop it-ngh ahh…”
Seungmin licks his tongue across Minho’s bunny like buck teeth. “So noisy Lee Minho hyung.” Lips brushing together with each word before sealed with another kiss.
His thumb still rubbing across his hyung slit as he whines and moans into his mouth. Minho’s hands let go of his sweatshirt to grab the side of his hip and wrist holding them both, attempting to push him off, but failing.
Seungmin eventually stops abusing his hyung’s tip, goes back to vigorously stroking both their dicks together. Minho starts to feel the familiar feeling coiling up inside him. He’s close. Close to coming, in a hotel gym.
There could be cameras in here, security guards watching them live right now. The window’s curtains are closed but almost sheer enough anyone from the street could be watching them too. The thoughts circle around Minho’s head, the image of how they must look from an outsiders perspective messes with his mind. It causes the coil to twist and tighten so tight, until it snaps.
He shoots out ropes of creamy white onto himself and all over Seungmin’s hand as he moans into his mouth. Seungmin still pumping to completely milk him out, kissing him deep and rough. Minho’s mind goes fuzzy, ears ring and muscles spasm from pleasure, his eyes closed and eyebrows softly furrow as he kisses back.
But Seungmin does not slow down, does not let go of their dicks.
He continues to stroke them in his hand, the cum creating an easier glide. Minho’s whines and moans from overstimulation into Senugmin’s mouth until the younger breaks the messy kiss, hearing his hyung’s sounds break out. He leans back taking in how small and wrecked he already looks, body twitching, eyes struggling to stay open, lips puffy and shining with saliva, his tongue is practically hung out as he pants out moans.
He looks lower, Minho’s spent out dick next to his own thats all pent up waiting for its turn to release.
His wrists starting to ache. Minho continues to let out moaned curses. Becoming too noisy. Seungmin now shares the worry of someone entering the room, they need to finish this quick now.
So he releases their dicks from his hand.
Minho feels like he can finally breathe, chest going up and down with each whiney relieved breath he lets out. He only let out a few breaths, before he’s pushed down onto his knees and sitting on his heels.
It happened so swiftly he couldn’t register how easily he was pushed down.
A fistful of his hair is tugged from the top of his head, pulling it back like before causing his mouth to drop open wider as he lets out a pained moan, but its cut of with his mouth being stuffed shut, full of Seungmin’s dick.
Minho widens his eyes from the forced entry, the surprise and panic awaking him out of his fogged mindset.
Seungmin thrusts forward, burying himself deep into his hyung’s mouth, the tip of his nose pokes his pelvis. Minho’s throat tightens around Seungmin as he’s gagged and choked full of him.
His head is pulled back and forth on Seungmin’s girth in a quick rthymic pattern. His vision blurs as tears start to prick his eyes, struggling to breathe, he’s afraid he’ll just die this way, from choking on Seingmin’s big dick.
His breathing elevated as he tries coughing and inhaling through his mouth, to no avail. He looks up at Seungmin with teary eyes, hands grabbing onto his torso and legs clawing and hitting at them to get him to stop, to let him breathe.
Seungmin’s stance doesn’t falter at all. Looking down at him menacingly as he uses both hands to hold down his hyung- or to be more accurate, his now personal fleshlight.
He can’t help but let out a low laugh at the sight of Minho’s attempts of getting him to stop. On his knees, red rimmed eyes, mess of hair in his fists, and pink lips wrapped around his length, Seungmin can’t fathom why he waited so long to have his hyung like this.
“If I’d had known, it was this easy to shut you up, hah…” He throws his head back as he pulls Minho on and off him, letting out moans as he face fucked him.
Minho inhales deep through his nose, breathing in Seungmin’s musk. The bitterness of the precum mixed with his own cum going down his throat and into his stomach.
It burns, it hurts. Starts to hurt so good.
The hair pulling and abusing of his throat. His legs beginning to ache and go numb. He makes a whined moan sound, the vibrations make the younger groan deeply.
“Fuck. Do that again, keep doing that. Ah… Please, hyung.” Seungmin coats the last sentence sugary sweet and whiny, knowing Minho would like it.
He does.
The man below him hums a curse directed up to him; not that he’ll know, and begins to move his tongue and widen his mouth as much he could.
Seungmin feels it, he’s right there. It takes only a few more thrusts until Seungmin is cumming, releasing into Minho’s throat.
Without warning he’s choking him on the bitterness, he feels like he’s drowning, his head pushed down under water. He tries swallowing, but it’s too much for his small mouth.
Seungmin’s cum mixed with drool spills out around his lips down his chin. Seungmin keeps himself stuffed into his mouth for a moment longer as he catches his own breath, his dick pulsing as it gets out every drop.
He dreads it but eventually convinces himself to pull out from Minho’s warm mouth with a slick sound.
The remaining cum saliva mixture spills out Minho’s mouth. Immediately coughing and inhaling the air he had lost back into his body. He massages his aching throat and jaw, feeling a bit nauseous and close to throwing up the cum sitting in his stomach.
Seungmin walks over to a corner and grabs a handful of paper towels used for wiping gym equipment and his water bottle he left near a machine he didn’t end up using. Minho sits on the floor letting his legs stretch out. Seungmin offers the paper and water bottle to him.
He looks up at him with an irritated expression, glossy eyes with snot running down his nostrils cupping his jaw. He snatches the paper towels from him and wipes his face before taking the bottle of water and drinking a few big gulps to clear his throat. Seungmin can’t hold back his smile.
“God. You really wanted to kill me.” Minho’s voice raspy. He slowly starts to bring himself up, is legs lightly trembled with ache and pins and needles. “You’re lucky no one walked in so you could get caught and rot in jail for what you did to me.”
Seungmin grabs onto his arm and back assisting him to stand while letting out a chuckle.
“It’s too bad. The way you looked under me, truly was like a piece of art.” Seungmin teased.
“Oh fuck you, you dumb mutt.”
Minho pushes his hands off him as he begins to stretch and wake up his legs. “If my voice is permanently affected I’m suing you.”
Seungmin stares at his hyung before cleaning up the mess made on the floor as he reminisces how cock drunk he looked just minutes ago. Very pleased with finally getting to see his hyung that way. And that was just his appetizer.
Once Minho’s legs were fine the two made their way out of the gym. Walking down the hall they pass a pair making their way towards the gym room. Indulged in their own conversation with each other the strangers pass the idols with no suspicion or care. Both had flushed bodies with sweat covered foreheads and necks, an unordinary look post workout. But little did they know.
The two walk back to their floor together, forgetting that their rooms were placed right across from each other. They face their corresponding door, their backs towards each other. The evening seeming to come to its end in silence.
But what would happen the next day? Would they both go about as if nothing happened, as if nothing has now changed between them? Seungmin prepared for the grudge and silent treatment he will be receiving from him.
Seungmin held his key card up to the door’s sensor. It unlocked with the color green and a beep. Just as he was opening the door he hears Minho let out a whispered curse.
Turning around he watches Minho patting down his clothes and digging into his pockets. Empty handed he threw head back with a loud groan. Slowly he turns around to face his neighbor. The one who had just abused his throat -almost killing him- moments ago.
Seungmin raises an eyebrow at him. “What? You really lost your key card?”
Minho didn’t lose anything, because there was nothing on him to lose.
The memory of him removing his hoodie and tossing it onto his hotel bed before heading out to the gym, with his key card in the pocket, it hits him with embarrassment, how he could be so forgetful.
Minho‘s shoulders slump with irritation as he glares at Seungmin.
Their other members must already be asleep by now, aside from their leader, but Minho knows how he works on new music during any free time on their trips, he’d feel guilty disturbing him with something he could’ve easily prevented. He lets out another sigh.
He doesn’t care to let Seungmin know.
“Just, let me use your shower. A staff should be able to replace my card by the time I’m out.”
Seungmin shrugs. “Sure Minho-ssi. Come on in.”
He opens the door and gestures Minho to enter with his hand. He rolls his eyes, pretending to hate the situation as he walked into the room. Seungmin shuts the door behind him, the lock clicks and goes red.
Minho speed walks into the bathroom shutting the door with a slam.
He turns on the water and lets it heat up to his desired temperature. Grabbing a towel placing it on the rack of the shower’s sliding door. He pulls out his phone and texts his manager informing him of being locked out his room, also mentioning he’s in Seungmin’s room for the time being.
The manager replies that he’ll work on replacing the card, though it may be a hassle with providing proof of being the original rooms owner and being affiliated with him, just a usual safety procedure. That would mean he has to remain in Seungmin’s room for longer than he anticipated, maybe even until morning.
He apologizes for the inconvenience, defeatedly puts his phone down and begins to undress.
The bathroom fogs up with steam, he enters the shower letting the warm water pressure hit and soothe his body. He decides to brush his teeth first, wanting the bitter taste of his first blow job out of his mouth, jaw still slightly aches.
After spitting out the saliva mixed toothpaste he begins to lather body wash onto his body, the floral scent filling the shower walls. He feels at ease, his eyes closed under the running water, forgetting who’s shower he was in, forgetting what just happened moments before with him, forgetting the tour and all the weariness that came with it. Here he was able to relax and reset, cleanse from the day. The warmth engulfing his body.
Until he feels a cold gush of air blow onto his backside.
Immediately he turns his head, and sees Seungmin opening the shower door, stepping into it. He didn’t even hear the bathroom door open.
He was fully naked. Seungmin’s figure is very slim, smooth. His broad shoulders and small waist in all their glory. Minho had a large chest, his arms and legs muscular. Seungmin was already half hard, which makes Minho’s dick awaken.
“Seungmin! What the- what are you- what is wrong with you!”
Seungmin doesn’t say anything, just moves under the water with Minho, cupping his cheek as he kisses him deeply.
Minho grabs onto his wrist, kissing back under the warm water. Feeling more comfortable now that they were securely alone. Seungmin’s second hand glides down Minho’s wet waist to his ass, squeezing a cheek before giving it a slap. Minho gasps into his mouth.
His hand goes in between the cheeks, gliding up and down past his hole. Minho clenching and moaning from surprise. Seungmin rubs right over it. “Ahh. S-Seungmin.” Minho pulls away, keeping his two hands in a fist onto the intruder’s chest.
“Clingy now are you? At least give me after care for how you treated me last.” Minho says in an annoyed tone, like he actually cannot believe the audacity the younger has for coming onto him again so soon.
Seungmin looks down into his two large doe eyes fluttering to remain open underneath the water. His dick twitches.
“I haven’t even finished with you yet.”
He crashes their lips back together. Gripping a swell of Minho’s ass, the wetness not helping with the grip, but just hard enough for the blood flow to be blocked, turning it pale before it rushes back to red.
He places his hands to Minho’s shoulders, pulling his lips away as he turns him around to have back to him. Minho watches Seungmin’s arm reach past him for the small bottle of body wash. Pressing the cap open and pouring it into his palm, he rubs them both together lathering it up creating more bubbles and filling the shower with its aroma again, rubbing it onto own his upper body first.
Then he rubs it onto Minho’s back and shoulders. Massaging the muscles. It makes Minho sigh, his body relaxing.
He really did want to rest, today was their only personal rest day before they’re on the road again, heading to the next venue. But Seungmin didn’t want to rest just yet. Minho knew that.
The soapy hands come from under Minho arms, going in front to squeeze and massage over his chest, before pulling him back to press their naked wet bodies together. The feeling of Seungmin’s hard dick on his lower back made Minho sigh softly.
Seungmin massages his pecks before rubbing his finger pads over Minho’s nipples. His shoulders jerked in surprised pleasure, never knowing how good and stimulating it feels until now. Or maybe it only feels good because Seungmin’s the one doing it.
Minho’s head slowly goes back as he lets out breathy sighs and whines, his head landing on Seungmin’s shoulder as he continues to abuse Minho’s nipples and uses the new opening to lay his head onto Minho’s shoulder.
Glancing down he notices Minho’s dick hardening, his own twitching from the sight, he knows Minho feels it on his back too, a soft moan confirming it.
Seungmin slides one hand down Minho’s torso and over his plush stomach. His hand goes lower, leaving a soapy trail until he reaches Minho’s dick, going just over it with his hand downward until he reaches his balls, he fondles them before going back up and over his dick again on his way back up to Minho’s chest.
Sees as it bobs away and back against his lower abdomen, right under his belly button.
“God, such a tease.” Minho says between moans and groans from his nipples still being tortured by Seungmin’s fingers.
“Oh, I’m the tease?”
Seungmin grazes over a nipple with his nail, causing Minho to purse his lips and furrow his eyebrows.
“That’s rich, coming from the kitty who decided to mess with a sleeping dog in the first place.” Seungmin brings a hand to Minho’s chin, grips onto his face, squeezing his cheeks, not too hard.
“Now, you have to deal with him.”
He pulls their heads back together for a deep kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Seungmin’s hand reaches far towards the shower head, pulling it off from its holder without disrupting the kiss.
He brings it down to Minho’s dick, now fully hard and curved all pretty. The water’s pressure hits him so good he moans and whines, all into Seungmin’s mouth for him to devour. He could come from the water’s pressure alone, god he never knew it could feel so good. Seungmin places the shower head right onto Minho’s tip, he feels his belly tightening up so quick, ready to come any second now, and Seungmin won’t let it happen.
He removes the water’s pressure and his lips off Minho, leaving him a mess, his cock twitching and leaking, beginning to release.
“Auuuuggh, ahh f-fuck you Seungmin!”
“We have to finish getting clean first hyung, coming from the gym after all.” Seungmin breaks away from Minho’s body slowly, making sure he doesn’t slip. Minho stands slumped over, Seungmin unable to see his expression but can picture what it is, he smirks to himself as he pours shampoo onto his hands.
Minho brings his hand up, heading it towards where he needs relief, but stops after Seungmin brings his lips up to his ear.
“Don’t touch yourself, hyung.”
Minho scoffs. “Who are you trying to boss around?”
His hand wraps around his begging dick. But before he could do any form of friction to it, his forearms are gripped tightly by Seungmin’s hands, still covered in suds of the same aroma. He pulls his arms up, the water makes Minho’s hand slip right off his dick, giving it one millisecond of pleasure, before his arms are positioned up over his head and placed down right onto his hair.
Seungmin slides his own up and onto his head hyung’s head of hair, vigorously massaging and transferring the shampoo into the hair.
“Yah! What the hell?” Minho shoos Seungmin’s hands off him, now turned and facing him. Both their heads lathered with shampoo, Seungmin giggles at the predicament. To him Minho looks like a cat forced to bathe, angered and yowling.
“Could’ve gotten it in my eyes! Geez.”
Minho lathers the shampoo more into his hair before quickly washing it out.
His eyes are shut closed under the water, until there is no water is no longer hitting him. Something, or actually someone, was in front of him now blocking the water. Minho brings his hands up to wipe his eyes open, until he’s trapped, into some kind of, hug?
Minho blinks his eyes open, his arms trapped onto his chest and against Seungmin’s. He looks up and see’s the younger’s dark and hungry eyes staring at him. His arms wrapped around Minho, on hand rested on his back, the other glides down to his ass. Going between his cheeks and petting right over his hole again.
“Seungmin!”
Seungmin’s eyes flicker through every feature of Minho’s gorgeous face as his fingers tease. He slips his middle finger in.
Minho’s eyes widen as he feels the finger curve and introduce itself. Once comfortable a second digit is added. Minho moans through his teeth. There’s a slight sting, but not from the stretch.
“Wha… are you using the shampoo? Inside me?”
Seungmin responds to his question by scissoring his fingers, stretching his hyung’s hole.
He lets out soft noises, fingernails imprinting their shape into his palms as he closes them into tight fists.
“So tight Minho-ssi,” Seungmin’s long fingers rub deeper, “Think my dick will fit all the way, just like in your throat?”
Minho shudders, a shiver going down his body. The memory of feeling choked comes right back like a placebo, a phantom dick sized lump in his throat, he swallows it down.
“Fuck yo-!“ He jerks forward with a gasp, pushing closer against Seungmin’s body. His fingers found that sweet spot, and knew it. Seungmin immediately curls his fingers deep into it, Minho could feel the smirk he has on his stupid beautiful face. He really hates it, so he doesn’t look up, keeps his head down low. His forehead pressed onto his chest.
Seungmin’s fingers scissor open his hole, making room for a third. The stretch hurts now. Minho cries out a broken whine. Brows knitting as he hisses through his teeth from the pain. Seungmin’s fingers moved slower, due to the lack of room, and to ease his hyung from the pain just a little bit.
But they don’t stop curling in and out, right onto the nerve.
Minho moans, subconsciously lowering himself more into Seungmin’s fingers, chasing that pleasure that’s slowly overpowering the pain. Seungmin stops his movements, watching as Minho’s hips slowly buck down into his hand, chasing after the pleasure now.
Makes sense, he was just denied an orgasm. Seunngmin can’t help but let out a low chuckle. “Eager and needy now are we hyung?”
Minho’s body heats up with embarrassment and a little shame, with no help from warm the water. His head still hung low with hunched up shoulders, bottom lip caught in his teeth as he held back moans. Seungmin brings a free hand up, cupping mh’s chin to raise his head. His bottom lip slips out from between his teeth, red and puffy.
One eye slightly opens to look at Seungmin. Blurry, but he sees his smile and how it gets closer, until their lips are crashed together once again. Seungmin slips all his fingers out of Minho’s hole.
Immediately he groans from the loss. Seungmin shushes him between the kiss.
“So needy. For your dongsaeng’s dick, hm?” Minho groans and rolls his eyes.
“You think it’s yours I want? Please,” Minho spits out. Seungmin’s grin drops. His head tilts slightly.
“That’s laughable puppy, you just opened me up nicely, so now I could walk out and into anyone else’s room.”
Minho says in a sarcastic tone of course. He doesn’t actually want anyone else but his puppy to fill him up now more than anything. Always has. Just riling him up and playfully messing with him.
It’s all they’ve ever done to each other. It’s familiar and predictable at this point. Dancing around the dance floor, neither actually jumping right into it. Their own members and staff most likely even feeling the tension all this time. Putting bets in to how long it takes until a move is made, and who makes it, probably. Who knows what they’d think, if they can just see them now.
“Right after I finish washing up of course, no thanks to you, wasting time and water.”
Minho detaches himself from the younger, who lets him. His arms fall to his side, but his lidded eyes stare. Watches as he turns his back to him. Of course he understands he’s playing him, knows the unestablished rule of their game, the one he made the first move of. He’s still in charge of the play, for him right now, there are no rules.
Seungmin turns around facing the showers knobs and twists them off. The sound of the rushing water now changing to a dribble and pitter patter. The drain gurgling.
Minho turns back to face him, his expression confused.
Seungmin slides one half of the door open, reaching out for the hanging towel on the other side. He throws it at Minho who catches it.
“I think you’re done washing up now, hyung.”
“Eh? Why?”
Seungmin slides open the shower door all the way, releasing its warmth so Minho quickly wraps the towel around himself. He pats his face dry first. Seungmin moves to step out, pushing Minho out of the shower with him.
With water dripping off his body and hair he walks over and grabs another towel, drying his hair first before he wraps it over his back and shoulders, then looks over to Minho who’s still confused.
“You know, you don’t have a pair of clothes here?”
That realization hits him.
“Shit.” He hates when Seungmin is right.
“I may have something that’ll fit you.” Seungmin wraps the towel around his waist as he walked over to the door. Walking out he leaves the door wide open, the restroom’s warmth seeps out.
Minho forgets about the unfinished shower and quickly drys himself off before stepping out into the room as well. His feet stepping onto the carpet, goosebumps pricking his skin from the room’s air conditioning.
Walking out he sees Seungmin crouched down rummaging through a suitcase. He’s already put on a dark oversized shirt, with the towel still wrapped around him.
“Want to look through that one hyung?” Seungmin points over to another suitcase that sits on a lounge chair close to the bed’s edge.
Minho rolls his eyes and walks over to it. The room’s curtains drawn and closed right beside the bed. The warm lighting of the dimmed wall lamps only filling the room, it’s comfortable and makes objects visible.
Upon opening the suitcase he sees the clothes are folded neatly, in such a manner that makes the clothes look smaller to fit even more. He pulls pieces out and disorganizes it all.
Rummaging through this suitcase of clothes Minho looks out for something to sleep in, if he’s going to wear Seungmin’s clothes it’s going to be something flattering.
While emerged in the clothes Seungmin walks over to him. Right up from behind he slips his arms around him to hold. Rests his chin onto his shoulder.
“Y’know, you don’t have to sleep in anything, either.”
Minho’s body freezes and eyes shoot forward. Before he knew it he was picked up and pushed onto the bed with a grunt.
His top half lay directly on the bed’s end with his legs almost hanging off it but his feet still connect with the floor. His body pressed down by Seungmin’s. He’s heavy and his strength surprises Minho again by how he cannot move from under him.
He wouldn’t dare to either way, Minho is right where he wants to be.
“Seungmin! Get off!”
The bulge of Seungmin’s dick is back against Minho’s ass. He grinds a bit to make sure the man under him feels it. Seungmin kisses the back of Minho’s neck, nipping a little at it. Slowly going down to his back, leaving a trail of kisses. Releasing his arms from around him to caress his sides. His thumbs lightly pressing down as if massaging his back, as he continues to plant kisses all over it.
Slowly he’s pushing himself up, only keeping his pelvis pressed against Minho’s ass. He looks down, his body laid onto the bed with his arms sprawled out. Messy half wet hair and toned back. He looks lower to where the rest of their bodies are covered by a towel.
“I don’t think anyone else deserves to see you like this. To punish you this way.”
Seungmin cups Minho’s ass cheek, squeezing it like before, just a bit softer. Seeing how it plushes around the thin hotel towel.
“You call this a punishment? Really?” Minho spits back to him.
“I bet anyone else could make me feel better than you. Actually make me regret my behavior.”
With that, Seungmin yanks away the towel wrapped around Minho.
“Oh yeah?” He asks in English, as he uses both hands to grip both cheeks and spread them apart, presenting Minho’s puckered prepped hole.
“Let’s see how long it takes for you to say you’re sorry.”
Seungmin bends down and presses his warm tongue onto his hole. Licking stripes over and over it again fast.
Minho gasps from the surprise feeling.
He would never have suspected, clean-freak Kim Seungmin would be into putting his mouth anywhere near someone’s ass.
Seungmin drools and spits, making his hole wet. He teasingly blows on it, making Minho scream out a moan and jerks his hips but Seungmin’s grip keeps him still. He licks down lower to the inner thigh, sucking and biting, leaving a mark.
Minho whines.
Seungmin pulls his mouth and hands away. The cheek now red from where his fingers pressed. He pulls out Minho’s dick from being hidden, to displaying the hard leaking length against the bed’s edge.
“I want to see how your pretty dick responds to mine.”
Minho responds with a low groan, wanting it to come off as a growl but failing.
Seungmin’s fingers glide over Minho’s dick before spitting on them.
He pulls his body away, allowing his towel to fall off of him. His dick springs free, leaking. He strokes his spit covered hand over it, spitting more onto it and the hole, making sure they’re both wet before he presses back onto him. He slides his dick over it, teasing.
Minho’s back and shoulders go up and down as he breathes, his head raised up.
Seungmin aligns himself and forcefully pushes in, as far as the tight ass lets him. Just half of him is in.
“Ah! Aww, mmfuck!”
Seungmin lets out an actual laugh before a groan. “Jeez, you’re still so tight hyung. Hah. Gonna suck the rest of me in?”
Minho didn’t even realize he wasn’t bottomed out and he already felt stretched out beyond imagination.
“Fuck fuck….I knew your ass didn’t do a good job at prepping me, st-tupid dumb mutt!”
Seungmin’s free hand gave his ass a slap, making him let out a screamed moan.
“You keep talking, saying one thing, but your body’s saying another.”
Seungmin pushes his dick further in, almost in fully. Minho tries holding back his moans but some squeak out.
“See?” Seungmin says in English. “Look how badly you want me inside.”
He pulls out just a little to let a string of spit fall onto his dick, before thrusting himself back in hard. A loud groan is pushed out of Minho.
Seungmin’s abdomen is firmly pressed onto Minho’s ass with his dick stuffed into him. Where he belongs really.
Minho’s hands are balled into fists gripping onto the sheets and his toes are curled from feeling so full. His mouth can’t help but let out breathy whines from the stretching.
Without letting a full minute go by, Seungmin is already pulling out back into Minho hard, not letting him get used to the feeling.
He’s made a steady pace. The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room.
The bed’s headboard slightly thumped against the wall, filling the room with the rhythm of sex.
Minho keeps his mouth pressed against the bed sheets, letting it muffle his sounds but they sometimes slip out from Seungmin’s force.
His body feels like it’s burning up. Like a fire is going to be set ablaze from where they are connected by Seungmin’s vigorous movements.
It hurts so painfully good. Seungmin starts to fit just right into him, his body wanting him deeper, to stay inside and make him feel so good. Heat bubbles up low in his stomach.
Fingers are felt digging into his scalp, softly petting. Seungmin lowers himself down to lay his chest on Minho’s back. Peppering kisses onto his shoulders.
The hand he placed on Minho’s ass glides further up, softly placing it onto his stomach while continuously thrusting from behind.
He can feel himself bulging inside the older. He presses his palm down slightly on the spot and lets out a moan from the feeling. Seungmin licks and softly bites on Minho’s ear. “Such a good hyung you are, taking me, so so well.”
His warm breath from saying that right into his ear makes him shiver. And he was right, he is taking him so well. Making him feel so good. It makes him mad knowing he was right once again.
Minho pants out a laugh. “You, fuck like a dog.”
The younger’s expression drops once again from his hyung’s harsh words. But his movements don’t falter.
He pushes himself up off of his back, removing his arms from him too.
He lands a smack on Minho’s ass, when he doesn’t make a sound he does it a second time slightly harder which makes him scream out a moan.
He steps a foot onto the bed and raises Minho’s ass higher, making his back arch and holding him up by his waist as he continues to fuck relentlessly into his hyung.
The new angle has Seungmin hitting on just the right spots. Thrusting right onto his prostate causes the older to let out a shuttered moan. His toes curl and quiver. The burning pain from before starts to crackle with pleasure.
Seungmin grins wide.
Sweat beads on Minho’s forehead, his damp hair sticking to it. His eyes are closed shut while mouth hangs open, letting out moans. Seungmin stares down at the body beneath him, mesmerized with how muscular his back is, and how his ass bounces with each thrust. It makes his head spin, giving him a little more stamina as he starts to break a sweat.
Minho lets out ‘ah ah ahs’ with every thrust.
“You sound, so pretty hyung.”
It only takes a couple more thrust before Minho comes hard, due to his denial from earlier. His eyes roll up and the sound from his ears began to muffle from the pleasure, not realizing how loud he is being.
Seungmin continues to fuck into him, and Minho’s dick continuously spilled cum with each thrust unit he couldn’t no more.
Minho laid his tired overstimulating body down on the bed while continuously being fucked, letting Seungmin chase his own release that followed right after.
The younger filled his hyung up with cum. Keeping him stuffed full as they caught their breaths. Muscles spasming from the strength of the release.
He eventually pulls out, watching as Minho’s lower half drops onto the bed. His hole leaks out the cum as it clenches around nothing, dripping down to his balls and softening dick that made a mess of the bed’s sheets and floor.
Seungmin slowly steps back, taking the entire sight in. Letting out a breathy “Fuck” in English.
He picks up his phone, and takes two pictures. One with flash and one without, making sure all of Minho’s pretty fucked out ass took the entire frame.
“Oh, looks like Iyen-ah went live. Do you think he heard us, hyung?”
Seungmin crawled onto the bed, using his free hand to brush the hair sticking to Minho’s forehead away then cupping his cheek. Minho’s tired eyes looked up at sm.
“Do you think, stay, heard us?”
Seungmin leaned down to kiss Minho, at the same time pushing him up to lay on his side.
Minho kisses back, softly moaning into his mouth at the thought of their members possibly hearing what they’ve done. Seungmin breaks the kiss and they both laid in a comfortable silence with their foreheads pressed together.
“How do you think they’d react? To finding out that I made my favorite hyung come from my dick alone. If, they were to ever find out.”
Minho rolled his eyes and groaned. Seungmin continued.
“Stays are detectives but they’ll never know the full details, that is, if they heard you screaming for me to go faster, and harder-“
“I did not! Shut up!”
Minho pushes Seungmin’s body away from his. Seungmin laid on his back laughing before getting up and walking into the bathroom to clean himself up first.
He comes back out with a damp hand towel and begins to clean off the older.
Seungmin continued to clean up the mess of cum done on the sheet and floor, not succeeding as the floor was made of a saxony carpet. He’ll promise to clean it better before they leave.
Minho has already dozed off to sleep after being cleaned. His body being so worn down from the tour, to having sex twice in a day, of course his body would shut down after an orgasm. An amazing orgasm.
Minho won’t admit it now, but he is very content with Seungmin finally having his way with him. Their long going streak of banter was definitely worth the wait. And he cannot wait for his turn to put the puppy in his place.
Minho’s eyes flutter open, taking in his surroundings. The early morning’s light peeks through the curtain gaps. He stretched and sat himself up, his body aches. He looks over at the other body laid next to him.
Seungmin looked peaceful and adorable in his sleeping state. It’s shocking to compare how he is now and how he behaved in the night. Like some were-puppy transformation. He looks so cute now, he always looks cute. But Minho is holding onto the grunge of how he was treated last night, so he decides to wake the pup up.
He pulls the duvet off his body then smacks continuously onto his butt until he stirs awake.
He stretches and turns to who woke him, squinting his eyes open.
“Morning kitty hyung.” Seungmin stretches himself closer to Minho, wanting to wrap his arms around him, but the older slips away before he could.
Seungmin let out a small whine as he watches him walk away from the bed and towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Seungmin pushes his half awake body up off the bed to follow him, only to find the knob was locked. He hears the shower water beginning to run, one he cannot join. He lets out a chuckled whine and thumped his head and hand against the door in defeat.
“Aww Hyuuung.”
Minho hears him whining from the other side but pays it no mind as he took off the pair of shorts Seungmin must’ve dressed him in.
He examined his body in the bathroom’s mirror, the bruises from Seungmin’s hands that gripped his waist, the hickey on his inner thigh and the slap marks on his ass. These could easily be covered up which is good.
He steps into the shower and finally is able to properly take a full body one. The warm water ease his body aches for the moment, hopefully they go away or don’t cause him too much pain to concern his members and staff.
He finishes drying off after his shower, puts on the shorts and a hotel robe before unlocking and leaving the bathroom. The room was still dark and Seungmin had laid back down on the bed, now using his phone. He looks up at his hyung for a moment before looking back down at the screen.
“Thanks for using up all my accommities hyung.”
Minho huffs out a small laugh and takes a seat at the beds end. He notices the cum stain on the floor, the one done by him. He feels his ears heat up a little and swallows down his embarrassment.
“Why don’t you leave already. Manager-nim just dropped off your keycard, while you were showering.”
Minho turns over to him then notices his phone on the bedside table. It’s plugged in charging with the new keycard lying right on top of it.
“Oh.”
He must’ve plugged it in for him.
“Kicking me out already?” Minho joked as he got up and walked over to his phone and card. He picks them both up and begins to tap on his phone, seeing the messages from the manager saying he had the card and dropped it off.
He looked through more of his notifications while Seungmin sits himself up and turns to him.
He wraps his arms around Minho and pulls him back to sit on his lap. Minho is unbothered, still looking down at his phone as he sat on Seungmin’s lap.
Seungmin plays with the robe’s belt ends and rubs hands over Minho’s thighs. It felt so domestic. Both of them in the comfort of their solitude together, no cameras, no staff or members, like if they were a real couple enjoying an early morning together. Seungmin pictures the fantasy as he brings his lips to Minho’s neck, gently kissing him there.
Minho slightly moves his head to the side, letting Seungmin kiss him more. He even starts to roll his hips on top of him, rubbing his ass on him which makes Seungmin moan softly as he continues to kissing and licking his neck and trapezius, all while Minho continues to tap away on his phone.
He just hopes he doesn’t leave a mark.
He can feel him getting hard under him. And luck must be on his side, because right before Seungmin could form the thought of sinking his teeth into Minho’s neck, there’s a knock at the door.
They both stop moving, frozen like they were just caught. They technically were, but again, how would they know?
The person at the door continues to knock as Minho gets up off of Seungmin, slipping out of his arms and walks over to it.
He opens door, and it was Felix, who was attempting to look through the peephole, which was covered from the other side.
“Oh! Good morning hyung? Is this not Seungmin’s room?” Felix turns his head frantically looking behind and in front of him at both the doors, feeling like he must be getting pranked. It makes Minho chuckle.
“I was just waking him up and stealing his accommities.”
He opens the door wider for Felix to peek in and find Seungmin sitting on the bed, who had covered his bottom half with the duvet.
“He’s all yours.”
Minho walks out into the hallway, opening his room door with the new room key.
“See you later puppy!” He waves a hand in the air before closing the door behind him, finally back with his belongings.
Seungmin let his body fall down on the bed as he groaned, not being able to believe that Minho actually left him the way he did. He actually could most definitely believe it, just feels so unfair.
“Seungmin time to get up! Don’t fall back to sleep!” Felix turns on the room’s lights.
Seungmin groans again as he covered his arms over his eyes.