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In other places, April Fools’ Day was filled with pranks, tricks, and harmless chaos. But for Hamin and Bamby, it was just another day—another excuse to be together.
Still… Hamin had wanted to make it different.
So he told Bamby something unexpected that morning:
“You can be the dominant one today.”
Bamby hadn’t forgotten.
The faint scent of leather and cedar clung to the room, softened tonight by something lighter—intentional.
Now, he sat on the bed, legs crossed, fingers tapping lightly against his thigh. The smirk on his lips wasn’t just playful—it was sharp, knowing. Black lace hugged his body, paired with sheer tights and heels that made every movement deliberate, calculated.
A knock came at the door.
“Come in,” Bamby called smoothly.
The door opened—and Hamin stepped in.
Then stopped.
His breath caught instantly.
“…You planned this,” Hamin said, voice lower than usual, gaze dragging slowly over Bamby’s figure. The younger always gaze upon the older's skin everytime they are both together. Soft and toned on each visible skin. Delicious curves hidden on those creative styles of clothes Bamby wore.
Bamby tilted his head, amused. “What? You said I could take control today.”
Hamin stepped inside, closing the door behind him, still staring.....his heart rises rapidly with excitement and his green eyes with lust.
“I did said that,” he admitted. “…but I didn’t expect you to go this far.” This black lace...Hamin wants to rip them apart to see that skin that turns pink to red.
“Do you like it?” Bamby asked, and walked towards him until his back was pressed to the door.
Hamin let out a quiet breath.
“I like it too much.”
That was enough.
“You’re quite early than usual,” Bamby’s hands traced Hamin’s chest, then slid down to grip his wrists, pinning them above his head. Hamin’s breath hitched, anticipation coiling in his stomach."And wore what I ask of you".
“I wanted to be ready,” Hamin replied. His clothes is just white long sleeves that he rolled up to his biceps, with a loose black necktie. Then wore his blank pants that Bamby told him make his ass more delicious to stare at.
Bamby leaned down, lips brushing Hamin’s shoulder. “Good,” he whispered. “Because today… you don’t get to take over.”
Hamin’s breath hitched—just slightly. Body tensed and his pants tightening.
But Bamby noticed that.
“Can I step on you?” Bamby said softly.
“Yes…” Hamin answered, voice quieter now, rougher. “It’s your call today, hyung.”
“Then come follow me and kneel before the bed.” He says as he drags Hamin using his necktie and sits at the bed's edge.
The moment Bamby’s foot pressed firmly against Hamin’s chest, the air in the room seemed to thicken. Hamin’s back arched instinctively, a low groan escaping him, his body craving more of the exquisite pressure. Bamby smiled, toes curling slightly as he shifted his weight.
“Good boy,” Bamby whispered, pressing harder with one heel, feeling Hamin’s chest rise and fall beneath him..
Hamin gasped, voice trembling. His fingers brushed against the floor, gripping it as he held himself up against the delicious torment. Each step of Bamby’s foot was a spark, a precise instrument of control and stimulation.
Bamby’s other foot slid along Hamin’s thigh, teasing, stroking, a subtle reminder of dominance even in moments of gentle touch. Hamin’s lips parted, a shiver traveling down his spine, his hands itching to reach up and claim Bamby—but he waited, letting the tension coil.
For a moment, he had him exactly where he wanted.
But Hamin was watching.
Waiting.
Like a black jaguar that he is.
And Bamby could see it—the way his restraint wasn’t weakness. It was a choice.
“Stay like that,” Bamby said, pressing down again.
Hamin obeyed.
But only for a moment longer.
Because then—
he moved.
In one smooth motion, Hamin caught Bamby’s leg, guiding him back onto the bed. The shift was quick, controlled, undeniable. The landing squeak slightly under their weights.
Bamby gasped, surprise flickering across his face.
“Hamin—”
“You said I could let you be dominant,” Hamin murmured, leaning over him, voice low, steady. “But you didn’t say I couldn’t fight back.”
Hamin captured his mouth and leaned down lips brushing over Bamby’s jaw and shoulder, kissing every inch of him as if he were sacred. His hands caressed and stretched, exploring Bamby’s body with deliberate precision. Bamby moaned, hips pressing up, arching into Hamin’s worshipful touch.
“That’s not—mm—fair…” Bamby tried, but his voice wavered.
“You look good like this,” Hamin added quietly. “Too good.”
His hands traced along the lace, fingers tightening slightly.
“…You wore this for me.”
Bamby smirked faintly, though his breathing had already changed. “Obviously.”
Hamin held his gaze for a moment.
“I love it, hyung” he said.
With careful calculation, Hamin positioned Bamby’s legs over his shoulders, holding him in place. His eyes locked onto Bamby’s, dark and commanding. Two fingers were extended in front of Bamby’s lips.
“Suck it good” Hamin said with a low voice."Just how you used to do".
And then he tore the lace easily, followed by the tights, the sound soft but final.
Bamby let out a sharp breath. “Hey—”
“I promise you, I’ll buy you new ones.”
There was no hesitation in his voice.
“I mean it.”
Bamby went quiet for a second—just a second—before the tension returned, stronger.
“You better,” he muttered, though it came out softer than intended."It's quite expensive, especially the shipping fees."
After savoring Bamby’s response, Hamin withdrew his fingers from his mouth, sliding them inside gently to stretch him further. Bamby writhed, trembling under the dual stimulation of Hamin’s mouth and fingers, unable to resist, completely entranced.
Hamin smiled faintly.
“Of course, my darling. Later,” he said.
And then he leaned in again.
Bamby’s composure started slipping after that.
“Hamin… wait—mm—”
Satisfied that Bamby was fully prepared, Hamin aligned himself and pressed against him, but not putting it in—teasing and edging him.
“Do you like me teasing you and just rubbing it on you like this?”
Bamby didn't respond.
“Hm? Talk to me, pretty.”
“Just put it in and fuck me already. Damn you, Yu Hamin.”
Then, with a fierce, commanding motion, he thrust aggressively, filling him completely.
“Fuck! Ahh—” he moaned as he gripped the sheets.
Hamin thrusts into him continuously hard and fast.
“W-wait—stop! Ahh—you’re… too rough!”
“Yeah? You were so confident earlier,” Hamin murmured. Bamby tried to respond—but all that came out was a broken breath.
“Where did that go? Hm?” Hamin teased lightly.
“Shut up…” Bamby managed, though it lacked any real bite.
Hamin chuckled under his breath.
“Say that again properly.”
“I—mm—Hamin—”
“Should I stop? Hyung, your ass actually loves this better than I thought”
“Hngh! N-no! Don't..take it out”
“Look, when I pull out, it clamps right back on…But when I push in, it just gives up and has no strength” he thrust into him hard and deep. The older man's back arch in response.
“It feels so good… M-more… Hngh! Keep going…”
“You like this?”
“Ahh—yes! J-just…like that! Hngh! Do me harder. Fuck me all the way inside!”
Bamby wants to tell him to stop but he can't.
Not anymore.
Because every attempt at speech dissolved into soft, uneven sounds, his body’s reacting faster than his thoughts could keep up. Bamby cried out, body arching, every nerve ignited. Hamin’s rhythm was relentless, each thrust both punishing and worshipful, taking Bamby higher and higher, a mixture of pleasure and submission so intense it felt like being launched to the moon and back.
“Look at you, you're a mess,” Hamin said quietly. “April Fools, right?”
Bamby let out a shaky breath, eyes half-lidded.
“…You’re the one tricking me now,” he muttered weakly.
“Maybe.” Hamin admitted.
Hamin gripped Bamby’s waist and thighs, chest pressed flush, eyes locked onto his. “You’re mine. Every inch. All of you, even when you think you’re in control. Fuck I love you so damn much, hyung.” he murmured into Bamby’s ear.
He groaned and thrust into him rough and deep as they both release their load.
“Hngh—Bamby-hyung—!”
“Ahh—Hamin-ah—!”
Bamby shuddered, moaning uncontrollably, utterly lost in the sensation. The rest dissolved into breathless sound.
The room faded around them, leaving only heat, tension, and the push and pull between them—dominance shifting, blurring, blending.
And when it finally slowed—
when everything softened into quiet breaths and lingering warmth—
Hamin stayed close, pressing a gentle kiss to Bamby’s temple.
“I still owe you new ones, hyung” he murmured.
Bamby let out a weak, breathless laugh.
“…You do,” he said, voice rough. “And next time…”
He paused, gathering what little composure he had left.
“…I’m actually staying in control.”
Hamin smiled faintly.
“We’ll see.”
Even in the calm after the chaos, the hunger remained—insatiable, unbroken, and shimmering with the promise of the next time.
Which is after a water break for 5 minutes.
The next time only took 5 fucking minutes.
"YU HAMIN, YOU F-".
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Later that evening, Hamin send a bubble audio of him staying with Bamby for the night. Letting the other destroy his eardrums with the kazoo. He knows that it's a small revenge for hyung getting split open many times earlier.
It's silly but both of them are content in the end.
The hyungs gave him an earful on the next meeting but knows Hamin can't be stopped.