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Five bottles. That’s how many Wonwoo told him to drink before he comes home and like the obedient boy Chan is, he complied and downed each bottle one by one effortlessly. He was thirsty anyway, had been practicing their new dance routine when he received the text. He didn’t think much of it at first, thought that his boyfriend was simply looking after him until he received a second text telling him to not use the bathroom. It’s when he’s suddenly aware of how full his bladder is and the urge to pee began to pinch him. But like the good boy he craves to be, Chan keeps his legs tightly closed with his hands between them, pressing against his crotch in hopes of keeping himself from wetting his shorts while he waits for Wonwoo to arrive.
It took nearly two hours and Chan pacing around the living room before the doorknob jostles and Wonwoo finally enters their shared apartment dressed in a thick coat to shelter him from the freezing winter night’s air. “I’m home,” He announces. Chan waddles to him and gives him a hug and a chaste peck on the cheek.
“What took you so long?” He asks with an obvious pout in his tone as Wonwoo shrugs off his coat before leading the both of them to the living room couch. He sits down and pats his lap, beckoning Chan who obediently compiles by sitting on his lap and straddling his hips.
“Sorry, my last schedule took longer than expected,” Wonwoo apologizes. He carefully maneuvers Chan on his lap so the younger man is sitting directly on top of his crotch. “Did you do what I tell you to do?” He cocks an eyebrow expectantly. “Or rather, what I told you not to do?”
Chan squirms as he nods, the question painfully reminding him of how full his bladder is and how he’s been holding himself back from using the bathroom for nearly two hours that it’s starting to hurt. “Can I go now?”
Wonwoo leans back on the couch with a pleased hum, large palms slowly stroking up and down Chan’s thighs. “Where’s my welcome home kiss?” He asks with a slight tilt of his head, purposely ignoring the younger’s question.
“I gave you one already,”
Wonwoo shakes his head and taps his lips. Chan lets out a soft whine but complies nonetheless. As he leans closer, Wonwoo meets him in the middle and captures his lips in a deep, passionate kiss that has Chan arching his back.
“Hyung,” Chan mewls between their lips. “I…” He relaxes his jaw, lets Wonwoo slide his tongue in deeper. “Need to pee,”
He doesn’t realize he’s been squirming a lot while they kiss until Wonwoo places a firm hand on his waist and thigh, forcing him to still himself.
“How many bottles did you drink?” Wonwoo asks, lips planting little pecks across Chan’s face.
“Five,” The younger replies, preening.
Wonwoo hums pleasantly before reaching for his messenger bag slumped by his feet. He pulls out a half-empty bottle of water and hands it to Chan. “Finish this for me,”
“I can’t,” Chan shakes his head, whining lowly. “I’ll end up pissing on your lap if I take another sip of water,”
“I don’t mind,” Wonwoo uncaps the bottle and gently shoves it in his hands.
Chan lets out another whine before tipping the end of the bottle over his lips to reluctantly finish the remaining water. Each swallow he takes brings a sharp pain to his lower abdomen. Wonwoo attempts to soothe him by running a hand over the slightly prominent bulge of his stomach, rubbing it while simultaneously pressing the heel of his palm over his clothed cock.
“That’s it, baby, drink it all for me,” Wonwoo encourages, snaking his hand lower so he’s cupping Chan’s cock firmly. It makes the latter flinch, thighs tightening around Wonwoo’s sides.
By the time Chan finishes the bottle, he’s trembling and sporting a full hard-on with his thighs shaking. The urge to pee is accompanied by the need to come and he’s not sure which one he desperately wants release from the most. All he knows is that if Wonwoo doesn’t stop fondling him, he’ll end up making a huge mess on the older’s lap.
“Hyung…” He whimpers softly, eliciting a soft coo from Wonwoo who continues to rub his twitching cock.
“What do you want, baby?” Wonwoo leans back on the couch again, admiring his lover turning into putty in the palm of his hand. It always gives him a sense of pride to know that only he can turn and see Chan like this; so vulnerable and submissive. It’s such a lovely sight.
“Wanna pee,” Chan’s voice cracks and it comes out as a small sob. The front of his shorts is now soaked with precum.
“You can’t pee like this,” Wonwoo says. “You need to come first,” He begins to stroke harder, rougher, fisting Chan’s tiny cock through the thin material of his shorts.
Chan spasms abruptly, his entire body lurching forward to grip Wonwoo’s broad shoulders for support as strong waves of pleasure crash down on him. He can’t hold back anymore and it’s clear from the shameless, loud moans and cries he’s making as tears well in his eyes and roll down his flushed cheeks.
“Come on, be a good boy, and come for hyung,” Wonwoo urges, and that’s all it takes for Chan to tip over the edge and come violently inside his shorts. Thick blobs of cum seep from the material, followed by a warm heavy stream that washes it away.
“No…” Chan whines as he slumps in defeat and pees on Wonwoo’s lap, soaking the both of them. He hides his face in the crook of the older’s neck and cries in humiliation as the stream doesn’t stop. He feels the heat trickle between his legs and river down his thighs, can feel it wet the couch too.
“You’re okay, baby,” Wonwoo assures, running a hand down his lower back to soothe him. He bites his lips with a stifled groan when he feels the warm stream soak through the layers of his clothes, and wet his erection that's been straining in its confines. It’s incredibly arousing, sitting here while his boyfriend makes a huge mess on his lap.
“Move your hips for me,” He orders softly and Chan, with his trembling frame, obeys. Gently, he rocks his hips, grinding down on the older’s erection, feeling his firm cock rub against his twitching one. He’s not flaccid yet, still achingly hard even after coming and pissing himself embarrassingly so.
He urinated on his boyfriend, got him soaked with his piss. It should have been a turnoff but he felt Wonwoo’s cock throb to life under his ass, nudging against his clothed hole; and that was enough to get him riled up again. Maybe he has a humiliation kink.
“Wonwoo hyung,” Chan mewls softly as the latter guides him carefully, helping him move his hips with his hands on his waist.
“I got you, baby,” Wonwoo coos. He makes himself comfortable on the couch and starts to move his hips as well. He grinds them upwards, groaning deeply at the spine-shuddering pleasure. It’s been too long since he’s touched Chan, too long since he’s had any sort of release so it doesn't take a lot for him to reach his orgasm after a few more aggressive rutting and grinding. He quickly fishes out his cock from his pants and jerks himself off while Chan continues to roll his hips against the older man.
They come almost simultaneously, Wonwoo shooting thick ropes of cum over Chan’s wet thighs and the latter soiling his shorts once again with a broken cry as he comes for the second time. Exhausted, Chan slumps back in Wonwoo’s arms, letting out shaky breaths and quiet whimpers as the post-orgasm bliss sends little sparks of pleasure through his body before it fades and he’s lying there catching his breath.
“Good boy,” Wonwoo praises, petting Chan’s locks with his clean hand.
In response, Chan gently slaps his torso and Wonwoo didn’t have to check to know he’s sulking. “You’re cleaning the couch,” He huffs, annoyed but he snuggles further in his lover’s embrace anyway and tucks himself in the crook of his neck.
Wonwoo only laughs. He wonders if buying a new couch would be easier than cleaning this one. Maybe something made of leather next — something that wouldn’t be too troublesome to clean if they did this again and no doubt they will. He’s grown quite fond of the idea of Chan relieving himself on top of him with his tear-stained face scrunched up in pleasure and red in humiliation.
Oh, what a lovely sight it was.