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Minho knows he is in a big trouble once he plays around Chan's lust backstage. It's not their first time to push each other before the actual stage, it's usually Chan being playful around him, sneaking hands under his shirt, giving his thigh a gentle pat, ‘accidentally’ touching his ass, sometimes he went too far by laying down on his lap, lips being too close to his crotch when his members around while they waited for their stylists. But something about Chan riled him up in practice room three days before shifted a gear inside Minho's brain.
Chan was jealous back then, with the fact he spent most of his time with the younger members lately. Not entirely his fault as Chan himself also busy with the album preparation so Minho thought it'd be fine for him to hang out with Seungmin or Jeongin and help out Felix and Hyunjin. But to Chan, the jealous one in their relationship, it wasn't acceptable. Chan expected Minho to come by to his studio once or twice, even just being there doing nothing would suffice for him, yet Minho didn't do it. And Chan was painfully jealous.
Once the members walked out the practice room, reeking with their sweats, Chan grabbed Minho by his hand, almost slammed his body against the mirror wall. His face was red, eyes were no longer holding that gentle stare, all mad and frustrated. Minho didn't understand at first, he thought they're fine, but the kiss felt so forced when Chan's lips crashed into his. There was anger, frustration, a dash of longing, Minho wanted to break it but he knew he'd be in a bigger trouble if he did. So he submitted himself as usual, letting the older lead him to his own playground. The kiss lasted for thirty seconds, Chan always bites and he did it to Minho's bottom lip, his teeth sunk into the flesh and made Minho gasped in surprise. Minho pushed his chest, trying to stop him to no avail, Chan was too mad for that.
“Red,” Minho muttered their safe word. He wasn't ready for this and he knew Chan is all about consent.
As if someone turned the switch off, Chan stopped. The pair of his hands trapped Minho's head between them as he leaned his head down to Minho's shoulder. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, he can feel himself melted into Minho's presence, “I am sorry.”
“What's wrong?” Minho ran his fingers through Chan's bright colored hair, he was worried for his leader, obviously. There was no answer to that question so Minho ran his other hand to his back, caressing him gently. He remembered the fire burning in Chan's eyes and he wanted that gone, so he tried to calm him down. Slowly, Minho felt Chan relaxed under his touch, which made him smile in joy. His hand didn't stop, he kept caressing Chan, untangling whatever inside Chan's head that been bothering him.
“I am tired,” Chan murmured.
“I know,” Minho slightly turned his head to the side so he could kiss the side of Chan's head. “Is it my turn?”
Chan chuckled lightly. There was this unwritten rule between them to take turn to be on top. Chan will always be the one who does the penetration, but sometimes he is too tired so he would want Minho to ride him. He didn't really remember whose turn last time they had sex, they did it on his studio and Chan didn't think it was the position where one was on top of the other.
“Will you let me?” Minho placed an arm around Chan's waist, the other arm circled around Chan's shoulder. The reflection of him and Chan on the other side of the mirror wall somehow turned him on. “Or would you want to fuck me in front of the mirror? Show me how good you could make me feel, let me watch myself being ruined by you.”
Chan didn't answer. The image of Minho all ruined by him was enough to make him hard.
“Answer me,” Minho kissed Chan's shoulder softly. “My safe word is still red if you want to continue.”
“Min, I am stressed out,” was the only thing Chan could say.
And Minho knew. It wasn't the first time for them, they knew it. The weeks before their big day, Chan always felt under the weather, as if the world will come after him and no one could save him. And Minho played his role as the second oldest also Chan's boyfriend, letting him to vent out his stress to him. Sometimes they were cuddling from midnight until the noonㅡSeungmin and Hyunjin were forced to sleep in the other room, sometimes they just talked in Chan's studio, the other times Chan would use Minho's submission to his own pleasureㅡmaking love to his body like he didn't know anything else in the world.
“But I want you,” Chan continued. His hands slowly went down to Minho's waist, tight was his grip there. Chan pulled himself away from Minho's shoulder, eye contact will always be important for him. He wanted Minho to see and he wanted to see Minho when he messed around with his mind, “I want you under me, or on top of me, riding me, take the stress out of me.”
Minho gave him a smile, “you know I can do it all.”
“I want that pretty pink hole around my cock.”
The dirty talk. That was the sign and Minho caught it. Chan was too tired that he didn't even bother to tell him sweet words, he went straight to the point.
“Red, right?” Chan asked while his hand went lower to the area where Minho would feel vulnerably open.
Minho closed his eyes, nodding.
“Word, Minho, I need a yes or no,” Chan demanded him with low voice.
“Yes, red,” Minho forced himself to speak despite of Chan's large hand palming his half hard shaft. He slowly grinded himself into the palm, begging for more friction with his body language.
“You want to see how pretty you look in front of the mirror?” Chan was busy groping Minho's clothed cock, arousing the younger as his gaze never leaving Minho's face.
“Yes,” Minho still managed to speak somehow.
Chan tugged on Minho's sweatpants, pulling them down and leaving him half exposed with only his shirt. Amused at the fact Minho always left out his underwear when they were practicing, Chan chuckled. His cock was hard, precum leaking from the tip of it, Chan couldn't help but touch the tip with his index, gaining a moan from Minho. His fingers wrapped around the shaft, stroking Minho slowly, making Minho found it hard to breathe.
“Hyung,” he called for Chan. His hands on Chan's shoulders for support.
“You'll be good to me.”
Minho nodded.
“Where were you when I needed you, Minho?”
A light tug on his cock, a moan came out from his parted lips. He cannot even think of an answer.
“Did you let your members suck you off while we were not together?”
Minho's cheeks flushed red. He knew where would this end up, the degradation, messing around with his mind. Chan would use that card.
“Can they please you like this?” Chan started to pick up his pace, stroking the younger a bit faster, smearing the precum.
Minho bit his bottom lip, preventing himself to let out any lewd sound.
“Minho, answer me,” Chan's fingers brushed past his aching balls.
“No, hyung,” Minho exhaled a sharp breath, “only you can please me.”
A winning smirk painted on Chan's face. He loved it when Minho looked like on the edge of his high. All pink and desperate, sweating. He leaned closer to peck Minho's defined nose, “mine.”
“Yours,” Minho nodded. He opened his eyes, lust clouded his bright brown eyes, “fuck me.”
Chan raised an eyebrow, waiting for another word from Minho.
Minho desperately thrusted his hips so he could get more of Chan's touch around his cock, “please fuck me.”
No answer, Chan was still waiting.
“Hyung, use me,” gone was all sanity left in Minho. He wanted Chan so bad that he could just easily beg for it. He looked at him in the eyes, telling the older how desperate he was with his gaze.
“Turn around,” Chan took his hand away from Minho's twitching cock, driving Minho insane with the sudden loss of his touch yet he complied.
Minho turned around, face to face with his own reflection. His cheeks turned redder as he saw his own self there. Chan was just getting ready and he already looked like a mess, sweat and lust all over his skin. Minho placed his palm on the mirror, eyes slowly closed which made Chan to slap on his left ass.
“You said you want to watch yourself,” Chan rested his chin on Minho's shoulder, trying to make eye contact with Minho's eyes on the mirror. He smirked, “look at you.”
Did Minho regret his words about that earlier? Probably. The humiliation he felt pulsing through his veins, running wild from his head to his toe, mentally stimulating his neglected cock. He opened his eyes again, eventually found Chan's eyes on him. Those eyes were dark, he almost couldn't find any love that he would offer on daily basis there, only lust and need. Minho looked away, forcing himself to look at his own eyes, how pathetic that he looked at this point.
“Do you see how beautiful you are?” Chan whispered lowly, his hand gently caressing the lower part of Minho's back, then with a pace that was painfully slow for Minho's pleasure, he slid his fingers between the cleft of his ass cheeks. Minho tensed under his touch as Chan grazed the rim of his asshole. Chan smiled and raised an eyebrow, “relax, Baby, it isn't our first time, is it?”
Sure thing it was not. However it was Minho's first time to see the dark clouds lingered way too long in Chan's eyes, he had seen something lighter before and he ended couldn't even move his legs for a whole day, the members sent him food to his room, knowing what the leader capable of to their dance leader. They joked about it, understood the love language of these two lovebirds could be extreme at some points.
“Minho,” Chan called, his index was brushing past his hole, threatening an entrance which made the younger panting as if he was running for hundred laps.
“Yes,” an answer that almost sounded like a whisper. He meekly looked at Chan in the mirror.
“As much as I want to use you,” the word must felt so strange for Chan because the man said it with a bitter look. Minho knew how much Chan loves him and despite of their keen for rougher side of sexual activity, mentioning the words with negative connotation pained Chan. And so he patted Chan's hand on his waist, signalling him to continue. Chan looked at him again, no drastic change, Chan was still aroused, “I know our schedule is close.”
“I'm fine,” Minho gave him a smile.
“Baby, no,” he kissed Minho's shoulder. His hand that was on Minho's waist went down to his cock again, stroking Minho gently, coaxing nothing but moans from Minho's plump lips, “I couldn't tire you out.”
Minho was close to crying when Chan finally inserted two of his index finger into his hole, he clenched around the delicate feeling, lips parted in a sensual way that honestly made Chan want to kiss him already.
“The kids would question why their favorite hyung underdance, don't you think?” Another finger interrupted Minho's mind. Two inside, his stomach flipped. His knees felt like they couldn't support him any longer. Chan pressed his lips on Minho's neck, kissing the skin gently.
“Hyung, please,” Minho's voice cracked, desperation tinted his tone.
Chan turned his gaze to the mirror again, watching Minho begs was always his favorite thing. Those eyes drooping low, couldn't tell if he was desperate or simply teasing him. The tip of his nose turned red, the color pink dusted all over his cheeks. Minho's lips, those plump lips, parted slightly, breathing hard. Chan's mind played the scene from their first time had sex, how he ruined Minho's innocence. Those lips were around his cock, sucking him off shyly at first and bravely experimenting as they spent more days together.
“I want your cock inside me, hyung, please,” Minho shed a single tear, body was trembling in need he could get down on his knees to beg.
Chan let out laugh, “you're getting bolder, I see.”
A familiar sound of someoneㅡChanㅡtaking off his pants filled Minho's ears. A contented sigh brimming with anticipation came out from Minho, excited to once again have Chan for himself. Though the loss of Chan's touch on his cock and hole was making him feel empty, he knew he'll be getting some real stuff soon.
“Red, right?” The preparation actually wasn't enough. Chan slightly worried it'll hurt Minho with the short course but he trusted Minho could take him well. His hands on Minho's waist, waiting for the younger to give him green light.
“Red,” Minho nodded, his own hand pressed against the mirror for support, the other one held onto Chan's hand. He looked at Chan, smiling between his lust, “you really can go rough, I promise I will be fine.”
Chan took his shaft on one hand, lining the tip of his own cock on Minho's entrance, using his own precum to lubricate the tight hole. He gave Minho a kiss on his nape, filling his nose with Minho's scent as he slid himself in inch by inch, adjusting himself to the warm tight feeling that quickly enveloped his aching cock. A small groan followed by Minho's moan. He couldn't open his eyes as the genuine feeling of joy washed over his chest, his forehead rested against the mirror. Chan whispered, “can I move?”
Minho nodded. Chan was always sweet, he admitted they tried almost everything and Chan never missed the time to ask for consent, to make sure Minho would be fine with everything. Sex, to Chan, should be a mutual pleasure for the both parties. Minho's grip around Chan's wrist got tighter as the older slammed his entire cock onto him, wrecking him open. And Minho knew it like the back of his hand, how Chan's cock felt inside him, how his veins grazed his walls, how easy it was for Chan to meet his prostateㅡhitting it a few times and sometimes too hard that it ruined Minho like he was a ragdoll.
“Look at you,” Chan commanded him. Minho pried his eyes open, meeting Chan's gaze again and feeling like a slave under those dark eyes. Minho could taste a hint of blood on his tongue from how hard he bit into his bottom lip. For a split second, Chan really appeared scary, Minho wouldn't dare to look away. The sound of skin slapping echoed the empty room, only lewd sinful noise followed it, a cry from Minho, grunt from Chan.
“Hyung,” was the only word that Minho knew at that time, he kept repeating it as if it was right to call him, to chant his name like a sickening mantra. He felt his body lost its ground, Chan didn't seem to slow his pace, if anything, he went harder. The grip on Minho's waist surely would leave some marks there, he pounded onto Minho's hole like he wanted to wreck Minho open. Minho begged, cried, moaned, whimpered, feeling like a toy under the many hard thrusts Chan gave to his body, he felt himself burning inside, all of the soundness of his mind evaporated into thin air, leaving him with nothing but how thick Chan's cock felt for him, stretching his tight hole that wasn't getting any proper preparation before. Minho could tell he was close to his own peak, his cock twitched in need of attention. He brought his hand to his own shaft, stroking him as he rolled his hips against Chan's.
“Does my baby want to cum?” Chan pulled out a half of his cock not before slamming himself back in, gaining a broken moan from Minho. His walls clenched around his length like a little slut he is. Minho knew Chan would slow down if he said he wants to cum so he shook his head, he still wanted Chan to fuck him, ruin him.
“Can you go harder, Hyung?” Minho asked, his voice almost unheard. But Chan was so close to him to hear it. In regards of the permission from his lovely boyfriend, Chan pulled Minho back from the mirror, not letting him have that solid support from the glossy wall, he wrapped an arm around Minho's waist, the other hand pressed against the mirror.
“Don't look away from the mirror,” Chan lost his cool, his gentleness, only cold raspy voice spoke to Minho.
“I won't,” Minho promised. His eyes now glued on the mirror. He sensed an addictive danger would come soon. Those bulging veins along his arm around his tiny waist, and how he felt like he was nothing but Chan's possession at this point. Chan was an inch smaller than him physically, but when they were being this close and intimate, Minho felt so small, easily submitting himself and letting the older does anything to his body. Minho looked at Chan, “don't stop until I say red.”
“And who are you to order me around?” One painfully sharp thrust was given to Minho's tight hole, earning a long moan from the younger as he wasn't ready for that.
If Minho could beg, he would. He lost in a game that he thought he'd win. With no solid support within his reach, he felt himself being used like he wished to. He held onto Chan's strong arm, his toes curled in ecstasy, the pain was bearable. His body whimpered everytime Chan gave him no mercy by continuously slamming himself back in after pulling out, no warning, no sweet words, only sharp thrusts, senseless pounding him into oblivion, pulling Minho away from reality to the cloud nine. His lips muttered stop just to play with fire, he knew it'll tick Chan, he knew it will make Chan would ram into him mercilessly. And Minho needed that, Minho wanted Chan to vent it out on him. Minho stole a glance to the mirror, oh, how he looked so pathetic. His white shirt was wet with sweat, his hair all messed up, his skin was pink from the sensation, his lips opened spilling lewd moan from his dry throat. He did look like a doll in Chan's arm, begging for his life, for his mercy. Tears streamed down his face, painting more joy into Chan's winning smirk, Chan loved the fact he could see Minho like this. He can feel Minho losing his grip, depending on himself more as he forced him to take on his cock. Minho leaned backwards to Chan's chest, panting hard, his cock twitched achingly, the tip of it was red, nearing his orgasm. His back arched, Chan didn't even seem to care about it, he knew Minho was going to hit his orgasm so he pounded harder, hitting his prostate for a few times almost abusing it.
“Are you close, Angel?” Chan caressed his hips.
Minho nodded, “can I?”
“Yes,” and with that Minho shut his eyes, spasm all over his body as he saw stars within his vision. He squirted his cum to the mirror, the thick liquid leaked down the glossy surface, making Chan laughed, “how cute.”
Minho heaved out a shaky breath, head rested on Chan's shoulder, couldn't think of anything but wanting Chan to cum, so he clenched his hole around his cock, feeling the veins against his walls as he did him rougher, “please cum inside.”
Chan smiled that amused smile, turning his head to the side to kiss Minho's jaw. His pace became rough but sloppy, the wet sound again and again echoed the room, Minho felt his throat getting drier so he could only let out some whispery moans which Chan liked the most, it was the most seductive and Chan knew Minho knew. More sharp thrusts, sloppy pounds, senseless ramming himself into Minho's body. Few more grunts, Minho cried in pain and joy, the euphoria was thick in the air as Chan released himself without any warning into Minho's burning hole.
A string of cum leaked out from between Minho's ass when Chan slowly pulled back after riding out his orgasm. Minho grabbed Chan by his wrist, “don't move, please.”
“It's past midnight, the manager will check on us,” Chan whispered softly. No more lust or cold voice there, he was back to his loving self again. He kissed Minho's cheek, “can't let people to see you like this. You're mine, aren't you?”
Minho giggled between his panting breaths. In a sense, he knew Chan earlier held himself back, he knew Chan could go more than that but he didn't want to hurt him. Minho didn't even say red yet he stopped. He turned his head to Chan, “all yours.”
The answer brought a smile to Chan's face. It was always surprising for Chan how easy it was for the two of them to change mood in split second, and how comfortable it was for him. He gently put Minho on the floor, the younger didn't move much, laying down on his stomach as Chan walked to the drawer in the practice room and took out a box of wet tissue. He returned with it, pulling one tissue and kneeled next to Minho.
“Hyung, are you mine?” Minho asked. He was so close to falling asleep but he knew he couldn't just sleep there.
Chan didn't answer. He wiped his own cum from the cleft of Minho's ass, making sure he looked presentable with no string of cum left on his skin. He could see the rim of Minho's asshole turned red too, was he too rough earlier? He touched the rim with his index, “was it too much?”
Minho rolled his eyes, “stop dodging the question.”
Chan laughed, once he was sure Minho looked clean, even to his thighs, he kissed the lower part of Minho's back, “do you think I would do this if I am not yours?”
“I could call Changbin and he is not mine and he will clean it for me,” Minho teased Chan.
“Can you?” Chan moved to the mirror, wiping all Minho's white fluid there, he was fine with everyone knew he is dating his member but he couldn't let people know that they fucked almost everywhere.
Minho grinned, admiring the man with eyes brimming with love. Chan was always warm and caring, even after his own mess, Chan cleaned up for him, making him feel like a baby. Minho grabbed his pants and put them on before he sat on the floor, he pulled a tissue out of its box and wiped the remaining stain, “I can't. I want you to hold me after the sex.”
Chan put his pants back on then proceed to pick up all the tissue before tossing them back to the trash can. He turned around to Minho, approaching him before he sat in front of him, “I am yours, even before I know you are mine, I know I already am yours.”
“Cheesy,” Minho rolled his eyes in a playful manner. However he cupped Chan's face with his hand, pulling him closer just so he could kiss his lips gently. His gaze lingered for two seconds with a mischievous smile, “my ass hurts. Will you carry me back to dorm?”
Chan would want to tackle Minho into a hug, he would want to kiss Minho's face and tell him that he is pretty but he knew it's time for them to go back to dorm. So he proposed a crazy idea, “as long as you suck my cock once we're back home?”
Minho felt his cheeks got warmer, yet he nodded, “deal.”