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Sex wasn't something Minho was shy about with Changbin—Changbin was probably a bit more shy about it than himself—But they were both very open about their interests and discomforts overall.
Being together for over a year now—and both of them being very sexually active—there's nothing they don't know about each other in that matter. They've both bottomed, topped, subbed, dommed, fucked on any and every surface of Changbin's house (to Hyunjin's demise).
Experimenting was never off the table obviously, but once they got into the rhythm of things, there wasn't much motivation to explore. They were comfortable with their sex life and they enjoyed it thoroughly. But of course not every realm was touched upon, some minor things are overlooked, and there's always a crack waiting in the corner for something to slip in unexpectedly.
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“No no, it's a tablespoon. Not a teaspoon,” Changbin quickly took the incorrect measuring spoon from Minho's hand.
It wasn't really like Minho to make that kind of mistake when it came to cooking. But rehearsals have been fogging his mind and he's gone totally on autopilot… But really… Can you blame him for misreading tbsp as tsp when he's so tired?
“Ah. Sorry,” He muttered, grabbing the tablespoon instead.
Changbin chuckled at his absent minded boyfriend, “It's fine. I like my boys a little dumb anyway,”
“Watch it,” Minho gave Changbin a warning glare, effectively shutting him up before continuing with the cooking. He didn't think much of it in the moment. Just Changbin being an adorable asshole as per usual. But his heart almost hissed in his chest.
They returned to the task at hand, finishing up with making their dinner. Usually Minho did the cooking on his own, but Changbin insisted on helping out every now and again.
Obviously Changbin's comment was a joke… He was teasing Minho for a stupid mistake, but as the rest of the night went on, Minho really took it to heart.
At first he thought he was offended that Changbin said it. That he was being overly sensitive over a mistake that he made and Changbin using the embarrassing moment against him… Anyone could make that mistake. It's only more embarrassing that Minho is the designated cook and he's the one making those amateur slip ups.
But he wasn't really mad. He could never stay mad at Changbin. He was actually kind of okay with it…? it just made his stomach feel like someone had taken his organs and tied them all into a cute bow before shoving them back in.
Maybe he was more than okay with it. Maybe he liked it.
But he couldn't be sure just yet. Minho wasn't the kind of guy to just drop something. He had to experiment, right?
So the following days, he thought of little ways to make mistakes and hoped Changbin would react similarly to before so he could really test how it makes him feel.
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“Uuagh… Can you show me how to work this app again? It's confusing,” Minho groaned, throwing his head back against the couch cushion and holding his phone up for Changbin to take.
“Sure, Hyung,” Changbin took the phone with no argument or further comments.
Minho internally grumbled… It was only his first test. It wasn't the reaction he wanted, but you can't expect something to work the first time.
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“Oh I forgot the English word for it. Remind me,”
“Oh, yeah sure, no worries,”
Again, not the reaction he was hoping for. He stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the genuinely helpful and kind response that his boyfriend gave him… Maybe he just needed to be more frequent with it.
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“What's that even mean…?” Add a little more of a whine.
“Oh it's just an expression, sorry,”
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“God, quick math is hard,” A pout.
“Yeah I always panicked with those types of quick math things in school,”
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“This is too confusing, it's making my head hurt,”
“It's okay! Relax if your head is aching,”
—
Maybe Changbin was too good of a boyfriend for his sake. Maybe it really was a fluke that one time and Changbin wasn't into that, even playfully. He's too much of a romantic.
But Minho still needed to test! So he just needed to up his game!
“I just spent the last hour looking for my phone only for it to be in my pocket. I'm so stupid,” Minho sighed softly. Maybe Changbin just needed a push in the right direction. Put the thought into his head for him to verbalize.
Changbin looked up from whatever he was doing at his laptop, “You're not stupid. It's a common mistake, don't beat yourself up over it,”
Changbin missed the irritated look on Minho's face because Minho lost his attention the moment he gained it. He really wasn't taking any of the bait that Minho was giving him. If anything he seemed more giddy about being able to help his hyung than aroused. Like he got a bit prideful, which is cute, but cute isn't exactly what Minho was looking for.
Maybe this was just the kind of thing Minho really needed to talk to Changbin directly about. But Minho didn't want to come in and say, ‘Hey I might have some kind of kink for being treated like an idiot but I'm not actually sure.’
He wanted to be absolutely certain before he brought it up. Besides, it was a pretty out of character kink for him, so he didn't want to try it in bed and end up being turned off. He seriously needed to up his game.
—
“Binnie, how many Ls are in the word collaborate?” Minho asked, not looking up from his notepad as he acted like he was writing something.
There was a long silence. Minho could practically feel Changbin's look of confusion—or maybe disbelief.
“Seriously?”
Minho finally looked up, keeping his expression neutral, “Well?”
Changbin blinked, “Two… There are two L’s in collaborate…”
“Thanks,”
There was another silence that made Minho's heart pant. He felt that same sort of ushy gushy feeling he did when he and Changbin first started exploring their sex life. But he was somehow more nervous than before. Their sex was good. Really good. What if Changbin likes it how it is and isn't interested in trying any new kinks? Even if this felt tame compared to other things they've tried. They're already comfortable. Why change it?
“You seriously didn't know?” Changbin spoke again, still stuck on the fact Minho allegedly couldn't spell the word.
“Yeah, so what?”
“So what? I mean, really, did you graduate elementary school?” Changbin said almost as a joke, but kind of apprehensively and trying to gauge a reaction. It's like he knew Minho had some weird ulterior motives but just couldn't figure it out yet.
Minho kept his act up, “What's the big deal? I just couldn't remember,”
“You have a brain, use it,” Changbin huffed.
In Changbin's eyes, Minho must have been uncharacteristically quiet. Only pushing his lips together and looking back at his notepad, not saying anything. No retort, no glares, no threats. Just silence.
But, God, Minho had to hold back the urge to fall to his knees and beg Changbin to say that again… At least his test finally could come to a close. He was definitely into it. Now he could talk to Changbin about how badly he wants him to think every thought for him and keep him on a tight leash because he'd probably just make more dumb mistakes for Changbin to correct.
But wasn't it so much more fun when Changbin was unknowingly encouraging this kink?
—
Unknowingly was probably the wrong word. Because after that mishap, Changbin became more direct. There's no way he didn't know.
“You're forgetting everything these days, you're such an idiot sometimes, hyung. Maybe you should just let me do all the thinking and let that pretty head of yours wander off again,”
And whether he knew or not, he certainly didn't bring it up. He just said those things as if it was normal. As if it didn't have Minho biting his pillow at night, stuffing a fat dildo in his hole as he played the words on repeat in his empty head.
And Minho stopped glaring at him for it, he stopped defending himself, he stopped arguing. He would just nod and apologize.
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“Don't bother thinking about it. You'd probably just mess it up again,”
“Here, let me do it. Don't worry that little brain of yours,”
“Ah, an idiot as always. Do you ever think before you do things?”
—
Even in front of the other members, Changbin would casually drop something along those lines. Not that teasing was uncommon, but it was most shocking to the others that Changbin didn't get Minho's claws to his face.
But it really took longer than Minho expected to progress. Things stayed like that for a while. Just words, no acknowledgement of it being sexual in any way. It really wasn't acknowledged at all.
Until they had just finished a rehearsal. They both cleaned themselves of their sweat and peeling off their gross clothes before settling in the kitchen.
They ate good food and started cleaning up. Minho was wiping down the stove while Changbin washed out the sink of any stuck food or grease. It was a typical quiet, cute, and domestic moment. Without saying any words, they were still sort of bonding in a way.
“Hyung, you got some dish soap from the store, right? We're pretty much out,” Changbin broke the silence, presenting the almost completely emptied dish soap dispenser.
Minho paused and let out a sigh, “Ugh... I'll pick some up tomorrow,” This time he actually did forget. They've been crazy busy with rehearsal, dish soap was the last thing on his mind.
Changbin tossed the bottle in the trash, “Come here,” He used his fingers to motion for Minho to come to the other side of the kitchen.
Hesitantly, Minho put down the rag he was using and walked closer to Changbin. But he didn't get far before Changbin took matters into his own hands, grabbing Minho's wrist and yanking the taller man close.
“Are you capable of retaining any information in that useless head of yours or do I have to remind you of everything?” Twisting Minho's arm behind his back, he was suddenly bent over the sink, letting out a gasp.
Minho looked over his shoulder at Changbin, obviously startled by the sudden show of aggression… Not that he minded much, but it was very sudden.
“Hello? I asked a question. Can you even hear me?” Minho whimpered as the back of his hair was grabbed and his head was shaken by Changbin's strong hand. It's like the younger man was trying to see if he could hear a brain in there or if it really was empty.
He yanked back on Minho's hair to get him to speak, “Hah… yes… yes. Yeah...” Minho finally sputtered out, remembering how to speak.
“Yes what? I asked three different questions, be specific,”
Minho let out a grunt when Changbin pushed harder into his back, ass to crotch, and Minho held onto the edge of the sink with his free hand to keep himself up, “Yes I.. I mean, no… no. No I can't… I… remembering… It's hard,” He whined, slumping forward just a little.
The grip on Minho softened and Changbin petted his hair condescendingly, “I know, baby. It's hard. It's okay. It's okay to need help, my help. Just let me take care of all the thinking, okay?”
Minho nodded weakly. His cock was painfully hard in his pants, he was itching to turn this around and do something about it. But just letting Changbin take the wheel was exciting.
“You're really into this, aren't you?” Changbin tone suggested he dropped the act for just a second, though it was still condescending.
He looked over his shoulder again, “Is it weird?”
A groan came from Minho's perfectly shaped lips when he felt Changbin's clothed cock grinding into his ass. “Yeah, it's fucking weird. I could do or say anything to you and you'd lick it up like an animal,”
That was certainly true but it made Minho blush in embarrassment. Changbin wasn't necessarily known for degrading, but God was it hot when he spoke like that.
Minho whimpered as he was pulled up by the hair and dragged over to the living room. Honestly he wasn't totally against being fucked over the sink, but it was probably better that they take it to the couch.
But Changbin didn't throw Minho on the couch, face down with his ass in the air. Instead, Changbin dropped him on the floor in front of the couch, sitting down in front of him. Minho, of course, naturally got into position between his knees, dropping his jaw to take what he craved so much down his throat.
“Ah ah ah,” But Changbin only smirked, apparently deciding he wasn't playing nice today. He gently took Minho by the hair, pulling his face away from his cock. “You can choke down my dick once you prove how badly you want it,”
Minho rolled his eyes with a soft scoff.
“Don't get an attitude with me. Prove it. Unless you want me to shove a vibrator up your ass and make you sleep on it,” Changbin threatened. It was only an empty threat but it still made Minho shiver.
Changbin didn't get mean often, but he was usually pretty rough. Tossing Minho around when it was decidedly his turn to dom, pushing him, pulling him, splitting his thighs to make room for him in the middle. But it was possibly even more attractive knowing that not only was Changbin handsomely strong, but had such great control over his body that every throw had a cushioned landing and he never pulled hard enough to strain Minho's body.
Control was much more charming than strength.
After Minho took a breath to leave his shame at the door, he rested his cheek against the side of Changbin's knee and whined, “Binnie…” he slotted himself on top of Changbin's house shoe, groaning as he pressed himself down onto the toe of the shoe.
Changbin held back a shudder at the sight of his boyfriend disconcerting himself for a chance at some attention. The fabric of his pants and the shoe itself was uncomfortable against Minho's cock, but the yearning for friction was even worse.
The shame that Minho tried to ignore came back to him, humping Changbin like this was incredible but also incredibly embarrassing. He looked like a desperate slut bouncing, grinding, adjusting, and readjusting on Changbin's shoe. His eyes shut tight as if that meant it wasn't happening, focusing on the way his cock burned and the way his thighs shook.
He knew his boxers had to be moist now, he was too turned on for them to not. As much as he desperately wanted to get off—very desperately—the discomfort only had him on the edge, never quite tipping over. “Binnie,” Minho whined again, gripping onto Changbin's thick thigh as he ground down.
“What? Having trouble getting off?” Changbin smirked.
Minho's head lolled back, tuffs of hair bouncing with his sloppy rhythm. He could only make a pathetic noise of confirmation. He moaned when Changbin lifted the toe of his shoe to press harder into Minho's cock.
A hum of amusement was followed by, “Well you definitely proved you want to get off… but I'm not so sure you've convinced me that you want me to get you off,” He leaned back against the couch, casually reaching down and palming himself through his sweat pants.
Minho looked like he about wanted to cry at Changbin's continuous denial.
“This is really the best you can do, baby? I guess I should've learned to not expect much when I ask you to do something,” The faux disappointment in Changbin's voice made Minho groan, slumping back forward, his face hidden as it hung. “Look at me,”
Minho looked up. His eyes were big and round, not watering but sparkled like they were. The desperation in that look alone made Changbin curse under his breath.
“You'd lick the bottom of my shoe if I it meant I'd give this slut some attention,”
He was almost certain that he wouldn't. But it was hot that Changbin thought so.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Changbin's hand gently wandered from Minho's hair to his face, caressing him like a pet.
The eyes that Minho gave Changbin made him want to push his pants down and shove his cock down Minho's throat without any further warning. “Want your cock… so bad…” and his words didn't make that desire any easier to contain.
“Yeah? That's what you want? It's all you think about, isn't it?”
Minho nodded weakly, shifting and pushing the palm of his hand against the ever growing bulge in Changbin's pants. The younger groaned in response, encouraging Minho to keep going. He sat up on his knees, abandoning Changbin's shoe. He pushed his face forward, nuzzling against his boyfriend's crotch.
A hand fell back to Minho's hair, holding it softly as Minho placed open mouthed kisses on Changbin's clothed cock.
“Can't believe how much of a slut you've been recently. Only thinking about cock. That's why you've been such an idiot. Only one thing in that useless brain of yours?”
“Yes,” Minho breathed out, his hands gripping onto Changbin's thighs as he was kneeled between them. He pressed his thighs together, desperate for that friction again. Every word that spilled from Changbin's lips made Minho want to live his whole life by them.
“Need hyung to do everything for you? Think for you?”
Minho's eyes said he wanted to fight Changbin on that. He'd been stubborn in the past about Changbin's reverse hyung kink or whatever it was he had. But surprisingly, Minho gave in without any fight. Maybe he really did totally shut his brain off.
“Mmmhmm… Need hyung. Can't think without hyung,”
All of the air from Minho's lungs escaped when Changbin grabbed him by the shoulders, lifted him, and slammed him back down onto the couch. Minho squirmed with a whine.
“Shut up. You're so disgustingly desperate for cock, it's embarrassing. You'd just take it from anyone, wouldn't you? You'd be too stupid to even notice it wasn't me fucking you.”
“No! Only you, hyung. Only want you,” Minho whined, his eyes shutting tightly.
Changbin scoffed, “You only want your hyung’s cock? Only hyung can fill you up nice and full?”
Nodding desperately, Minho gripped onto the couch cushions or whatever he could. “Pleeeaase,”
“You're so gross,”
Changbin sat up, practically ripping his own shirt off and shimmying out of his pants. Minho glanced down and almost started drooling at the sight of Changbin's thick cock. It wasn't the longest, but it was so thick it made anything else Minho has ever had in his hole disappoint him.
Next, Changbin didn't bother taking Minho's clothes off fully. Opting to just pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles and pushing his shirt up above his chest. He ignored Minho's throbbing hard cock, pushing his fingers into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around them before running those wet fingers against Minho's asshole.
Minho gasped, his hips immediately bucking up before Changbin pushed them back down.
Any thoughts or words died in Minho's head, he couldn't get anything out other than a string of gasps and moans as Changbin roughly pushed his fingers inside. It was painful at first considering he only used his saliva, but Minho didn't seem to mind.
“You okay, baby?” Changbin leaned forward, whispering by Minho's ear.
Minho groaned, his eyes rolling back as Changbin's fingers curled, searching for a specific spot, “Please… don't… don't stop…”
That was all the permission Changbin needed before he continued on his journey to find Minho's prostate. And boy was it a short journey.
“Ah—!” Minho yelped, his back arching as the pads of Changbin's finger rubbed against the spot that made his guts feel like they'd spill out.
The vocal performance Minho was giving was just that. A performance. No one was naturally this vocal in bed. He played it up a little, it made him seem ditzier and encouraged Changbin to go harder and faster at whatever he was doing in the current moment.
So Changbin's fingers pushed in and out harder and faster once he heard Minho's high pitched moans. Minho's cock leaked like a faucet, the pleasure pooling in his gut. Usually Changbin would draw this out for much much much longer before denying Minho and making him cum on his cock instead. But today it was like he was determined to make Minho cum as quickly as possible.
“Binnie!”
Changbin had been obsessively watching the way that Minho's cute tight hole clenched and sucked his fingers in like it was dick. Like he could be bred. But he looked up when Minho called out his name.
“Hyung,” he said, not calling Minho hyung, but correcting him instead.
“Binnie-hyung,” Minho cried, “not…” he moaned, unable to finish his sentence. Again, the words being punched from his skull with every thrust.
“What is it, baby? If you can tell me what you want I'll give it to you,”
It was so easy to just beg Changbin to pound his brain into yesterday with his cock. But his brain was already left yesterday. He couldn't get another word out, every time he opened his mouth, drool gathered at the corners of his lips.
“Can't give you what you want if you don't tell me,” He mocked, his pace never faltering.
Unfortunately Minho wasn't able to cry out how much he wanted to come on Changbin's cock. He was already coming from the brutal pace Changbin set with just his two thick fingers. Changbin's fingers of course filled him much better than his own, but nothing compared to his dick.
Minho's back arched as his eyes crossed. The noise he let out was disgustingly lewd as his erect cock spouted strings of white over his tummy. His whole body trembled as the overwhelming tide in his stomach came in harsh waves through his body before it drained into an empty pit.
“Ugh…” Changbin feigned a disgusted look, “look at the mess you made,” he sighed.
A grumble was all that came from Minho's throat. He tried to push out a ‘sorry’ but nothing came.
“All fucked out so soon. Why don't you relax and just let me get off on you for a quick moment. You won't even feel a thing…” Changbin muttered
Minho expected to finally have his ass stuffed full of Changbin. But instead he let out a soft grunt as he was flipped on his stomach and his ankles were pulled together. He was pulled up by the hips so that he was face down, ass up, on display for his boyfriend.
Changbin groped his boyfriend's muscular thighs with a heavy hand. “God, these are so sexy,” he squished and pulled at the flesh, leaning forward and gently biting down.
Taking in a deep breath, Minho buried his face into the cushion of the couch. Despite still recovering from his orgasm, he just wanted Changbin inside of him, to be filled with his cum.
“Squeeze those thighs together for me, babe. Nice and tight.” Changbin directed, spitting into his hand, covering his cock with his saliva.
“Yes, hyung.” Minho whimpered out, squeezing his thighs as tight as his weak body would let him. He knew this meant Changbin had no intentions of fucking his hole, but this was potentially even hotter.
Using Minho in a way that brought no sexual stimulation to him, only benefiting his boyfriend made Minho tremble in excitement. As much as Changbin was obsessed with his thighs, it was pretty uncommon for him to do anything that didn't directly bring any pleasure to Minho.
But Minho didn't mind.
He enjoyed being used in whatever way his hyung wanted him.
With a little extra saliva now dripping down Minho's thighs for some extra lubricant, Changbin moaned as he pushed his cock in the practically non-existent space between Minho's thighs.
Immediately, Changbin went at a brutal pace. Fucking the tight space between his boyfriend’s porn like thighs. It was unreal. The plush flesh tightening around Changbin's fat cock as Minho tried to squeeze tighter, pleasuring his boyfriend in any way he could.
Even without being touched, Minho was groaning and whimpering with every wet thrust, every snap of Changbin's hips against his ass. He turned his face so he was resting on his cheek, his eyes crossing as drool spilled from his lips.
Changbin moaned, his grip on Minho's hips were bruising, “Hng… Seriously? What kind of slut gets off to being used like this? Not even touching your pathetic hole and you still look like your skull is the one being filled with my cock. Can't believe you're into this shit,”
Minho moaned at Changbin's words, unable to form a full thought. His brain was totally useless and clouded, all he could think about was the skin between his thighs being rubbed raw and how painfully good it felt.
“Stupid slut can't even hear what I'm saying,” Changbin grumbled to himself with a groan, his thrusts stuttering after several minutes.
With one final groan and one final hard slap of skin on skin, Minho felt warmness on his stomach and between his thighs. Changbin's cum painted Minho's tan skin so beautifully, it made Changbin wanna come over and over until Minho was completely covered in it.
Minho let out a soft grunt as he felt Changbin collapse on top of him, his body weight crushing him in the most comforting way.
“You with me?” Changbin asked, gently tapping at Minho's head with his finger.
“Ugghh…” Minho grumbled.
Changbin laughed, “Guess not? Can you think at all?”
After Changbin didn't get a response, he just smiled and buried his face in the back of Minho's neck.
“Inside…” Was the only word Minho could whine out, but it was obviously a complaint.
“What? You just had your brain fucked out of you and you're still thinking about my cock? You mad I didn't put it in?” Changbin teased, poking at Minho's cute cheek.
“Next time I'm gonna fuck you with a puny dildo and never let you cum,” Minho threatened.
“Oh so now you can form a complete sentence?” Changbin laughed again, “Come on, baby. Let's clean up. Are you feeling okay?”
Minho grumbled but nodded, purposely going limp to just have Changbin do all the work and drag him to the bathroom. He wasn't mad or even annoyed, though he would say otherwise. That was the best fuck they've had in awhile.
Maybe they should go back to exploring new kinks afterall.
Maybe next time they can explore this in more depth. Minho wasn't entirely against the thought of humiliating himself to an extreme, just so Changbin can call him a brainless whore.
Yeah, there's time for that.