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“This is supposed to be a punishment.”
Seungmin hums. He arches his back further, silently asking for Changbin to continue his “punishment,” as he put it.
Changbin huffs, but he still brings a hand down to smack Seungmin’s ass, the thick layer of the younger’s pants doing very little to cushion the blow. He gasps at the impact, biting his bottom lip to keep from mewling happily as the burn of another hit spreads over his skin.
“You’re such a brat,” Changbin grunts. His other hand grabs Seungmin’s hair and forces him to sit up. Seungmin whimpers, the pain in his scalp sending shivers down his spine and making his cock twitch in his sweats. “Spent the whole concert teasing me, just begging me to put you in your place, and when I finally do… you don’t even bother to pretend you’re listening to me.”
Seungmin smirks, a private thing as he basks in his smugness of getting exactly what he wants, despite Changbin knowing what he was doing. It’s both amusing and flattering how easily Changbin gives him whatever he wants, how he bends to Seungmin’s will without a bat of the eye.
He had been a bit of a brat, he’ll admit that, but only because Changbin made it so easy. It didn’t take much to get Changbin riled up; a tease about a missed step, a lie that he had been flat during the last song, a quick and unprompted grope of his pec. All of it resulted in a strong arm wrapped around his waist or , even better, his neck, pulling him in close so Changbin could snarl in his ear to behave, “or else.”
It was that “or else” that Seungmin desired, which made him act the way he did despite the crowd of thousands watching him. Seungmin likes to act resistant to Changbin, likes to pretend he wants to put up a fight, but, in reality, he gives in the second they’re behind closed doors. He’d been the one to climb onto the bed the second they were inside the hotel, had been the one to get on his hands and knees without having to be told.
Changbin had called him good, complimented him for being so obedient, but had said it was too late to get out of his punishment.
He’d fallen into Seungmin’s trap: hook, line, sinker.
“More,” Seungmin demands - he doesn’t beg - while pushing his ass into Changbin’s hard cock. He bites his lip at the feeling of the heavy member rubbing against him, already eager to have it inside of him, splitting him open. “C’mon, you’re supposed to be punishing me, right?”
The large hand that wraps around Seungmin’s throat is unexpected but not unwelcome. The second Seungmin feels Changbin squeeze, he moans and his eyelids flutter shut. His cock is pathetically wet, but he doesn’t even care.
“You just love my attention, huh?” Changbin snarls into Seungmin’s ear. “You can’t go a second without my eyes on you. Isn’t that right, puppy? My little attention whore.”
Seungmin bites down a whimper when Changbin’s lips move from his ear down to his neck, goosebumps following every caress of plump lips. His own lips part with a moan the second Changbin’s teeth sink in; not deep enough to leave a mark, though Seungmin would love nothing more than to walk around with Changbin’s claim on him.
“Look at me when I speak.”
The hand around Seungmin’s neck moves to hold his chin, forcing his head to turn so he can meet Changbin’s eyes. They’re dark with lust, his irises almost nonexistent from how dilated his pupils are, and Seungmin feels so desired it makes him shiver.
“Tell me.”
Seungmin blinks, already feeling dazed from arousal. “What?”
“Tell me how much you love my attention.”
Seungmin snorts. He’d allowed his control of the situation to slip a bit, but that’s all the time Changbin needed to try and take the reins. That couldn’t happen, not on Seungmin’s watch.
Playfully nibbling the tip of Changbin’s thumb, Seungmin holds eye contact with Changbin as he whispers, “I don’t care about your attention, you just look funny when you’re mad.”
Seungmin expects to be thrown down onto the bed, expects to feel his pants to (finally) be pulled down, and he expects his “punishment” to resume. What he doesn’t expect is for Changbin to totally let him go and slide off the bed.
“What-” Seungmin fumbles to catch himself on his hands. He hadn’t realized he had put almost his entire weight against Changbin, and the suddenness of his leaving left him scrambling to keep from face planting. “What are you doing?”
Changbin completely ignores Seungmin - ignores him! - and starts opening up his suitcase. Seungmin watches, slack jawed, as Changbin pulls out a change of clothes and his bag of toiletries.
"Um, hello?" Seungmin calls. He waves his hand around, doing an extra job at being obnoxious about it, but Changbin doesn't even glance at him. "What are you doing?!"
Changbin walks all the way to the bathroom door before he finally acknowledges Seungmin; he has the audacity to look bored. Bored! He has Seungmin in his bed, cock hard and straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, back arched and ass waiting, and he looks bored!
"I'm sorry," he says, not sounding sorry in the slightest, "I thought you said you didn't care about having my attention. If that's the case, then I'm going to take a shower and get this concert sweat off of me."
Seungmin gapes.
"You can't be serious."
"Oh, I am." Changbin swings the bathroom door open and flicks the light on. Seungmin fights the urge to get off the bed and tackle him, both because he doesn't think it matters how much momentum he builds, he can't take Changbin's pure muscle down, and because he refuses to explain to Chan why they're battered and bruised. "Of course, if you want me to come back and touch you…"
Seungmin can't stop the shiver that runs down his spine when Changbin looks at him with barely concealed desire in his eyes. He feels his dick twitch when the older eyes his exposed collarbones and licks his lips.
Suddenly, Seungmin remembers the surprise.
Seungmin tugs at his hoodie and squirms under Changbin's gaze, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"All you have to do is tell me you were wrong and apologize. It's that simple, puppy."
The nickname pulls a pathetic whine from Seungmin, hips unconsciously jerking forward as his cock twitches and grows wetter. Seungmin's always loved the way Changbin says it: low and sultry, taunting and just the right amount of condescending to turn Seungmin on but not make him defensive.
Changbin's smirk widens. He knows exactly what he's doing, and it's as hot as it is irritating. He crosses his arms, biceps bulging - god, Seungmin wants to sink his teeth into them as Changbin fucks him from behind - and chest puffed out - Seungmin's lips tingle with the need to suck on his Hyung's sensitive nipples, hear his whines and throaty groans, and rests his hip against the doorframe.
"Well?" Changbin asks.
Seungmin swallows and ignores the part of his brain that is screaming "please, please, please, I'm so sorry, please come fuck me" like a dog in heat (or, as Jisung would put it, an omega in heat, because he's been reading Minsung omegaverse fanfics in his free time and has decided to make it everybody's problem).
"I don't have anything to apologize for. You're just sensitive."
Changbin snorts and shakes his head. He looks Seungmin up and down one more time before he turns his back to him. "Suit yourself, puppy."
And he leaves. Seungmin still can't quite believe it, even when he hears the sound of the shower turning on, shortly followed by the sound of Changbin's girl group playlist starting.
The nerve! The audacity to have Kim Seungmin, hard and leaking in his pants for you, and to ignore him.
Seungmin's almost tempted to be petty about this; to change into his pajamas, turn off the lights, and go to bed. He thinks about Changbin coming out of the bathroom, ready to keep whatever game he's started going, only to find Seungmin fast asleep.
The idea is only enjoyable for a few seconds, because Seungmin is big enough to admit he won't be able to fall asleep until he's had his guts thoroughly rearranged and his throat appropriately strangled. Sex before bed is like coffee in the morning to Seungmin; he'll be a bitch to everyone until he gets it.
He is not apologizing, though. It's not in his nature to take accountability, not unless he's three orgasms deep and so cock drunk he wouldn't be able to tell someone his own name.
The only solution, of course, is the surprise Seungmin's been hiding underneath his hoodie and sweatpants since he changed after the concert, with the help of a giggling Felix and slightly scandalized but overall proud (and inspired) Jisung.
Seungmin practically rips his hoodie off, tossing it off the side of the bed, his sweatpants soon joining them after Seungmin kicks them off. That leaves him in the lingerie he'd purchased three weeks ago, face red and hand shaking as he put in his car info, Felix's encouraging words the only thing keeping him from chickening out and throwing his laptop out the window of their tenth floor apartment.
The idea belongs to Felix; apparently, he's made it somewhat of a personal tradition to surprise Chan with a lingerie set while touring, though he keeps it spontaneous enough to keep the leader on his toes, unsure and eager to find out what is underneath Felix's clothes after every show.
Seungmin could've done without the knowledge that their leader and their personal sun go at it after every single show during tour, but he appreciates Felix planting the seed in his brain. It's no secret to Seungmin that Changbin has a thing for Seungmin in dainty or feminine clothes, but this is the first time Seungmin is straight up wearing something meant for women.
Technically, there is lingerie meant for men, with more room in the crotch, but Felix insisted that women's lingerie was the way to go, especially because Seungmin "didn't exactly have to worry about leaving room for his dick," which was true but also a little uncalled for.
The set Seungmin chose is black and lacy, with rounded trimming, sheer enough to show off his skin, as well as his pink cock. The lace sticks to Seungmin's wet cock, and he's sure the feeling is supposed to be unpleasant, but the painslut in him finds the friction delightful.
Seungmin gets comfortable against the pillows, resting on one elbow so he can palm himself over the fabric of the panties. He moans, soft and quiet, and bucks up into his hand. It's not the same as Changbin's, doesn't create that warmth in his core that seeing the other man's much larger hand dwarfing his small cock does, but it's good enough for now.
Seungmin flops fully onto his back, the arm that was previously supporting his weight now blindly reaching for the bedside table. He throws the top drawer open and palms around for the bottle of lube he had thankfully remembered to put there between them dropping their luggage off and heading to the stadium.
The panties stay on even as Seungmin starts playing with his hole, fingers now wet with lube. He teases his rim for a few seconds, trying to mimic the way Changbin would do it, but his patience is much shorter.
The room fills with the sounds of Seungmin pleasuring himself - the squelch of the lube as he impatiently fucks himself with two fingers straight away, his pathetic little whimpers of both pain and pleasure, and the rustling of the sheets as he writhes around.
It's good, but it's not what he really wants.
With a frustrated moan, Seungmin forces a third finger in. It burns, but Seungmin likes it, a little more than he probably should. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to pretend his fingers aren't his own; they're bigger, thicker, more calloused from endless hours at the gym.
Seungmin wishes he had a heavy weight above him, a thick arm holding him down by the throat, a strong and toned torso to wrap his legs around.
"Ch-Changbin," Seungmin calls, too quiet to be heard over the running water. "Hyung!" He calls again, louder and more desperate. "Hyung, please!" His voice is much too loud considering where he is, but he doesn't care. Their room is right between Chan and Felix's and Minho and Jisung's; Seungmin is honestly surprised he hasn't heard noise from either of them yet.
Seungmin continues to call, whiny and pathetic. He wants to be embarrassed, wants to be ashamed that his resolve crumbled the second he started touching himself, but he can't. Not when Changbin should be with him right now, pinning him down and forcing his cock inside.
The wave of relief Seungmin feels when he hears the shower turn off is indescribable, and it only grows as he hears the music turn off, followed by the pitter-patter of bare feet on the marble floors.
The bathroom door opens with a gust of steam. Seungmin throws his head back and moans, shoving his fingers as deep as they'll go. Changbin stands in the doorway of the bathroom in just a towel, droplets of water running down his Adonis body.
"Oh, fuck," Changbin growls, voice quiet but still so powerful it makes Seungmin's toes curl. "Look at you."
"Hy-Hyung," Seungmin keens, "pl-please!"
Whatever Seungmin said before about not begging was, unequivocally, false.
Changbin inhales deeply, broad shoulders rising and falling. His hands are shaking, pupils dilated, and Seungmin feels pride knowing it's taking every fiber of Changbin's being not to pounce on him.
"You know what you have to say to get what you want."
Seungmin hiccups. He opens his mouth but his words get trapped in his throat when his fingers finally brush against his prostate. It's a hollow victory, because they're not Changbin's fingers or, even better, his cock.
"Puppy."
"I'm sorry!" Seungmin practically screams, once again thankful he's sharing walls with even bigger freaks than himself. "I'm sorry, Hyung! I-I was wrong, and I'm sorry, and I want your cock so, so bad."
In an instant, Seungmin's fingers are pulled out, both of his wrists collected in just one of Changbin's hands. He presses them into the pillows above Seungmin's head, then he drops the entire weight of his lower half against Seungmin's, bare cock rubbing against wet lace.
Changbin groans into Seungmin's mouth as they kiss, wet and sloppy and way too much tongue, but that's just how Seungmin likes it. His eyes roll back as his mouth is practically fucked with Changbin's tongue, drool that he isn't even sure is his own rolling down his face.
"Good boy," Changbin coos, "such a good puppy. My good puppy." He grabs Seungmin's thigh with his free hand and pushes it up, spreading Seungmin open for his viewing pleasure. Seungmin only feels mildly embarrassed, far too used to being on display for Changbin for the feeling to last. "Oh, look at you. My pretty puppy got all dressed up for me?"
Seungmin covers his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle his whimper. He nods his head eagerly, desperate to please.
Changbin smiles, wide and toothy, and despite how black and clouded with lust his eyes are, Seungmin can still see genuine fondness in them. It's one of his favorite things about Changbin; no matter what, he can always see how much he loves Seungmin.
"How do you want me, puppy?"
Seungmin blinks. His mind is already so fuzzy with pleasure that the question doesn't register for a few seconds.
"Want- want you to- want you to fuck me from the back, choke me with your bicep."
It's almost laughable how easily Changbin gets Seungmin turned around, face buried into the sheets by a hand in his hair, back arched and ass high in the air. Seungmin whimpers, so turned on by the show of strength he's dizzy with it.
"Fuck, so pretty."
Changbin squeezes Seungmin's asscheek, pulling it to the side, and Seungmin whimpers when the panties dig against his hole. The remaining lube makes the fabric stick to his clenching hole, rough lace against soft skin, and Seungmin hopes it leaves red marks.
"As gorgeous as you look in these-" Changbin starts, momentarily letting go of Seungmin's hair so he can use both hands to carefully pull the panties down, "I'd hate for them to get in the way of me fucking you."
When the panties reach Seungmin's ankles, Changbin slows down significantly, fingers running along Seungmin's feet almost reverently. Seungmin would make a comment about Changbin letting his foot fetish show if he wasn't too busy feeling his brains leak out of his ears.
Finally, the panties are removed, and Seungmin immediately uses the new room for movement to spread his legs as wide as he can. He's almost tempted to reach behind him and spread himself open, but Changbin grabs him by the hair again, yanking Seungmin up so he's straight on his knees, back pressed to Changbin''s plush chest.
Their height difference makes the perfect angle for Changbin to press his lips to Seungmin's neck, teeth tracing over his pulse point.
"Tell me, one more time. What do you need?"
"You," Seungmin whispers, voice shaking, "your cock, inside of me, please. Want it so bad, Hyung."
"Good boy."
Several things happen consecutively, all enough to make Seungmin scream; Changbin wraps his bicep around Seungmin's neck, hard enough to make his breathing stutter but not cause any real damage; teeth sink into Seungmin's shoulder, sure to leave a mark for at least three days; Changbin thrusts up, his large cock catching on Seungmin's rim and splitting him open.
Seungmin cums the second Changbin bottoms out, white covering the pillows in front of him and a little bit of the headboard. Despite his orgasm, Changbin doesn't give him a moment to collect himself, setting a pace brutal enough to rock Seungmin's body back and forth.
"Oh, my god!" Seungmin moans. "Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou!" He babbles like the mindless dog he is, drooling all over himself as he's fucked within an inch of his life. Changbin has a tight hold on his hip, nails digging into the skin.
Changbin groans right into Seungmin's ear, making sure he can hear every noise he makes over the loud slap of his hips meeting Seungmin's ass. "See what happens when you behave? When you apologize like you're supposed to. When you're good?"
Seungmin tries to nod, but the movement is short and jerky thanks to the bicep straggling him. His head is light and his breathing is nothing short of gurgled gasps, and he loves it. He trusts Changbin to do this safely, to keep Seungmin right on the precipice of unconsciousness, but not let him actually fall into it.
He owes Hyunjin a lot for the "Asphyxiation 101" slideshow he showed them all during their monthly Presentation Night (he'd used screenshots from the Red Lights MV for it and used a laser pointer to draw attention to Chan's hand around his throat, a gesture that Felix clearly found both amusing and a little irritating, and Seungmin had been forced to wear noise cancelling headphones the whole night, lest he wanted to hear Chan getting his back blown out).
"Hyung, hurts," Seungmin cries, overstimulation prickling throughout his entire body. Despite his words, he clenches tightly around Changbin's cock with every drag back of the older's hips, unwilling to let him go even if it meant another brutal thrust against his prostate. His cock is already filling out.
"Take it like the good puppy you are." Changbin bites Seungmin's earlobe, tugging at it briefly before letting it go. "Besides, I know you like it. I know my baby isn't satisfied until he's shooting blanks."
Seungmin sobs, but it's true, and he's too far lost in pleasure to even try and deny it. All he can focus on his the drag of Changbin's cock against the walls, the way the thickness spreads him open.
"So pretty in lace." Changbin suddenly says. He reaches up to start playing with Seungmin's nipple over the bralette he's still wearing, and Seungmin makes a noise between a sob and a scream. "I hope you dress up for me again like this. You're so sexy. My pretty puppy."
Seungmin nods his head. "Yes, yes, I will. For you, just for you, Hyung. Pr-pretty for you."
Changbin groans. His hips stutter and his thrusts grow sloppy. Warmth fills Seungmin as Changbin cums, filling him with so much cum his stomach distends with it. It's one of the hottest things Seungmin has ever seen and it's exactly what he needs to cum again.
Despite his actively softening dick, Changbin's thrusts resume. They're less fast, but just as hard. Seungmin cries with each one, hand hanging as low as it can with Changbin's bicep still around it. Not that he's complaining.
"Oh, I'm not even close to finished with you."
Seungmin barely manages to smile.
He always gets what he wants, at the end of the day.