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Jisung is sitting there on the floor, in the middle of Minho’s legs. Minho has his back against the wall, watching as his boyfriend kneels in front of him, looking at him with attentive eyes. You would think that after all this time Minho would have gotten used to it, but he still marvels at the view like it's the first time.
There is no way he would ever get bored of the way Jisung follows any of his commands like it's law. Like a few minutes ago, when Minho pulled Jisung into a random room after their schedule, locking the door before turning to Jisung who was waiting with curious eyes. Minho only had to say a word for Jisung to drop to his knees in a second.
Minho grabs Jisung's chin, lifting his head. He can see the way his heart-shaped Adam's apple bobs with anticipation as Minho's piercing eyes roam over his face. He is so pretty, with his bright round eyes filled with need. He is the perfect image of an angel, such a good boy, waiting for Minho’s instructions. He immediately assumed the position, back straight, head tilted and hands crossed behind his back. Minho teached him well.
Minho has to give some credit to the stylists, they did a good job of making his Jisungie look cute. His hair looks fluffy with the perm and little added highlights. As always, they put the tightest belt around his waist, making him look so small. Images flash in Minho's mind, bringing him back to times in the privacy of his bedroom, his hands around his tiny waist and Jisung’s body shuddering and whining as Minho rocks back and forth into him.
Minho can’t help but want to immortalise this moment too. He gets his phone out, “Stay put baby,” he says to Jisung, fondling his hair before he strikes a pose, trying to find the perfect angle to have them both in the picture. He smirks as he takes another one, letting Jisung out of the shot this time, it's just him posing at a weird angle. Maybe he will post this one for stays. It's one of his guilty pleasures, it always leaves him with a certain type of hype, sharing puzzles of his life, but not revealing everything. He will be the only one knowing what was really going on there.
He stills suddenly as he feels a hand brush on his zipper. He sneers, which makes Jisung shake. Maybe his good boy isn’t as patient as he thought, but he definitely knows what’s coming for him if he misbehaves. At any other time, Jisung might have gotten a pass on this, maybe Minho would have pulled him up on the table and made him come with his mouth, or he would have kissed every part of his body while jerking him off tenderly. But Jisung has not been on his best behaviour lately, and it's time for Minho to teach him a lesson. Minho grabs his hair, yanking his head up. Jisung whines but when he gets his eyes on Minho's serious look, he immediately turns quiet.
“What do you think you are doing baby ?” Minho says, tugging on his hair again, until it turns slightly painful, tears gathering in Jisung's eyes.
“‘Want you,” Jisung whispers, with a tiny voice and pout trying to weaken Minho’s resolve. It won’t work today though, he won’t let this slide. Minho has too much pent up energy, and there is this something boiling in him demanding to make Jisung submit. He knows Jisung wants it too, he can read the signs. Jisung looks at him trying to appear harmless, but Minho knows him too much, he can see the craving in Jisung’s eyes. It’s usually like this after a schedule, when his energy is still high, Jisung will come to Minho to help him settle.
Soulmates from start to finish, it's like where one ends, the other starts. While there is something dark in Minho longing for control and dominance, there is something complementary, requesting a firm hand in Jisung. And if Jisung craves for it, Minho is more than happy to provide.
“What did I say ?” Minho asks, his look stern as he tightens his grip in Jisung’s hair.
“Hyung, please,” Jisung whines, high pitched. That damn brat knows the strings of Minho’s heart because he lets his head rest on his thighs, just next to his cock. Tempting but not touching. Damn, Minho just wants to make a mess of him right here and there. They have little time and Minho has to keep it a minimum clean, but they can still have a little bit of fun. Maybe more Minho than Jisung today though.
He could tease him, tantalising with feather touches, pushing every button because now he probably knows Jisung's body more than his own. Jisung would melt under his hands, until he isn’t coherent anymore. At some point he would only cry for release, and just before he could climax, Minho would stop everything, removing every contact and leaving Jisung in a desperate state, yearning for release for the remainder of the day. It's a tempting option, and being deprived of release is one of Jisung's most hated punishments.
But when Jisung’s hands land next to his cock again, Minho decides he won’t be doing this today. Jisung is going to cry today, but it won’t be pretty. Minho tuts at him, grabbing his hand and yanking him up. Jisung clumsily gets back on his feet, but a look from Minho prevents him from saying anything. He knows he should listen carefully if he doesn't want to add to his case.
Minho takes off the bow around his neck, throwing a cat-like smile at Jisung who can only gulp.
"Turn around pretty," Minho orders. He takes Jisung's hands, bounding them behind his back. "This way, no more touching without permission, right ?" Minho says as he pulls Jisung against his torso, kissing his neck, while he lets his hands roam on his body. Jisung has started going to the gym again and Minho can feel it under his hands, the muscles of his chest start to become a little more defined. His hands land on Jisung’s nipples, teasing them through his clothes. "What do you say baby ?" Minho asks, his teeth nipping at Jisung’s skin, more teasing than trying to make a lasting mark. Those are hell to cover.
"What ?" Jisung asks, his eyes fluttering open as he tries to focus, he is losing himself in Minho's touch. Minho can already feel him slipping under, but he is far from being done with him. He needs Jisung to focus.
"What do you say when someone helps you behave ?" He asks again, pulling on Jisung's bound hands to give him a clue.
"Ah -" Jisung whines, as Minho continues his ministrations on his nipples, his fingers brushing and pinching. Jisung battles to breathe, only managing to talk because Minho takes pity on him, pausing for a few seconds, "I - Thank you sir."
His voice comes out hesitant and embarrassed, as a blush spreads on Jisung's entire neck. Minho is pleased, it usually takes a little more time for Jisung to fall in the right mindset but he seems to have gotten into it quickly today.
He makes Jisung face him, claiming his mouth with passion. His hands fondle Jisung's ass while their kiss turns messy. As he brings their bodies closer, Minho feels Jisung's boner against his. Too bad for him, Jisung doesn't know it yet, but he won't be getting any release before long. Minho pulls away just a little, finding Jisung's dazed eyes.
"Honey, would you like to show me how thankful you are ?"
Jisung nods eagerly, "Yes sir, please. 'Want to be good for you."
"Well, then …" Minho starts, pushing on Jisung’s shoulders, who quickly understands and drops to his knees. "Better get started quickly, no ?" He adds, guiding Jisung head toward his cock.
Jisung opens his mouth, letting the bulge of Minho's clothed cock rest on his tongue. He stares hungrily at Minho, whining low at his helplessness with his tied hands.
"What is it baby ?" Minho asks, pulling at his hair.
"Sir, I can't- My hands," Jisung stammers. Minho can see how he is slowly losing control. Jisung doesn't like to be restrained, and his cock is begging for attention when Minho won't give any. His hips are jolting, as he fights the desperate need to search for some friction.
"Ah my poor useless baby. Can't do anything by himself, right ?" Minho coos at him, his foot nudging at Jisung’s cock who lets wanton moans out. It is not enough though because Minho's foot is gone as fast as it came, and Jisung represses a hopeless cry.
"Sir please -" Jisung is not far from begging, Minho can feel it. It adds fuel to the fire in his lower belly. Minho rarely manages to shut Jisung up this easily, it's not often he surrenders like this to him. It only makes him want to push a little more.
"I thought you were rewarding me but I don't see you do much here ?" Minho says, knitting his eyebrows and turning his mouth into a pout, "Don't you want to be good to me ?"
Jisung breaks. Tears falling from his eyes, he begs, "Sir please. I want to be good. I'm sorry," he blinks away the tears, "I can't do anything."
Minho knows what Jisung means, his hands are tied behind his back, he can't touch Minho and his belt is tied too well for him to try to undo it with his mouth. But it doesn't mean he will go easy on Jisung. He wipes his tears, bending to kiss his cheek, "Ah my poor baby. Aren't you stupid ? Can't even use his hands ? So useless ?"
Jisung whines in answer, his head shaking in denial. Minho acts like he is annoyed, pushing Jisung away, "No ? Are you saying I'm lying ?" Jisung looks at him stubbornly, he is biting his lips, his full cheeks wet with tears but he has yet to surrender.
Minho makes a move to leave, abandoning Jisung here and that seems to be the little push he needed because Jisung is scrambling behind Minho. If not for Minho catching him, he would have fallen on the ground.
"No ! Sorry sir ! I'm useless, that's my fault.. please sir help me," Jisung begs and Minho can feel his heart getting fuller at the sight. He kneels in front of his boyfriend, kissing him until they are both out of breath. "Sure baby, I can help you," resuming his position, with his back to the wall and Jisung kneeling in front of him. "What do you want me to do ?" Minho asks, his hand under Jisung's chin. He can see the wheel in his head turning, before he looks up at him with glassy eyes.
"Fuck my mouth sir, please," he pleads, and it takes everything in Minho to not come on spot. This brat drives him crazy.
They do not break eye contact as Minho takes off his belt, opening his pants to free his length. Jisung’s eyes instantly turn hungry. Minho quickly removes his rings, putting them in Jisung's hands, "If it's too much, let them fall," he whispers into his ear, kissing his neck before holding himself upright.
Jisung closes his eyes, opening his mouth for Minho, who guides his cock into the warmth. He pushes forward, grunting at the sensation of Jisung's tongue sliding against his length. When Jisung coughs, he doesn't pull back, waiting for him to adjust while paying attention he hasn't released the rings.
When Jisung seems comfortable again, he starts rocking his hips back and forth. Slowly at first, and then more vigorously, when Jisung starts moaning around him. The vibration echoes on his cock, he shudders with pleasure. When Jisung is completely lax around him, Minho puts his hands around his head, grabbing his hair, he lets himself move more freely.
He focuses on chasing his pleasure, his movements turning more erratic. There is nothing else around him anymore, just the warm mouth welcoming him. Jisung coughs and gags around him, but he doesn't complain. Minho marvels at Jisung's face covered in tears, he is a nicely shade of red and the bulge in his pants looks painful. But he doesn't say anything, he is just a vessel for Minho to reach his pleasure. His mouth is hot and tight around Minho, and he is drooling all over himself. He looks like a mess and Minho is so fucking proud that this boy is his. His only to see. His only to break.
At some point Minho can't contain his grunts anymore, he can't even be bothered to care if someone can hear him because everything that matters is here, in this room, on his knees, worshipping Minho's body like he is a deity.
"Jisung- baby, yes, yes," Minho moans, holding Jisung's head on his cock, deeply, until his nose is touching the skin of his lower abdomen, making him choke. "Being so good for me. Baby - I'm close -"
Minho knows he won't hold it for much longer. He quickly hesitates between coming on Jisung face, which would look very pretty but would be hell to clean. Finally he decides against it. When he reaches his climax, he holds Jisung's head, moaning loudly as he comes down his throat. He groans as his cum fills Jisung's mouth. When he pulls away, smearing some white stains on Jisung's cheeks, the younger one makes sure to swallow everything. He opens his mouth showing Minho like he learned. His eyes are hopeful as he looks up at him, and Minho knows too well what he is hoping for. He takes a second to catch his breath, hand slowly ruffling Jisung's hair.
"My baby. You did so well." Jisung nods eagerly, and at this point Minho is almost certain Jisung believes he is going to give him what he wants. Well, he can at least give him a choice. "Does my baby want to come ?"
"Yes sir, please sir !" Jisung is too enthusiastic but when Minho smirks, he stills.
"Well, this is how we are going to do this. I am giving you a choice," Minho explains. Jisung's eyes turn from wary to simply distraught as Minho continues. "Either you come with my hand now but I'm not touching you tonight," Jisung whines in protest but Minho warns him with the rise of an eyebrow, "Or I can lend you my leg, and you can rut against it, like the animal you are. And maybe, if you are really good I'll fuck you tonight."
Jisung complains, "But sir -" Minho looks at him unimpressed.
"Or I can leave you like this and you don't get to come. At. All," Minho adds, voice cold and serious. Jisung is almost crying again but he seems to make up his mind quickly. Minho guesses how frustrated Jisung must feel, he loves coming from Minho's hand the most, but he also craves for his dick every damn day. Rutting against his leg isn't going to be as good as having Minho's hands on him for sure, but it doesn't look like he wants to pass the opportunity of having Minho in him tonight. Using Minho's leg is going to leave him with a really unsatisfying release, but it seems to be the option he chooses as he gets closer to Minho’s leg, crawling toward him. Minho stops with a small laugh.
"No, use your words baby."
Jisung's eyes throw daggers at him. Minho ponders punishing him for it by turning his ass red but he decides to let this slide. Maybe later. Jisung seems to catch what is going on in Minho's mind because he quickly puts on his bed begging face, "Sir, can I use your leg ?" He gulps, adding "Please," with a string of voice when Minho doesn't answer immediately. Minho exults, he just came a few minutes ago but he feels like he could do it again if Jisung continues behaving so well like that.
"Sure baby," Minho answers with a pleased smile.
Finally Jisung pulls himself up on his knees, searching for some friction with Minho's legs. The older one watches him, taking in every little detail, from the way his body jolts, to how Jising bites his lips trying to repress his moans. His voice is rough from Minho fucking his mouth just before.
"Sir - Thank you - Please, more," Jisung tries to get Minho to surrender by looking at him through his eyelashes, but Minho simply smiles at him. He looks the best kind of miserable rutting on Minho's leg, awkwardly trying to balance himself with his hands tied. It's the best view Minho has ever seen.
"Honey, you should see yourself…" Minho says, stroking his head.
"Am I good ?"
"So good. You were so good for sir."
It seems to do the trick for Jisung and his not so secret praise kink, as he starts moaning high and long, a sign that he is close. He looks for Minho's eyes, pleading, "Sir, can I come ? Please, please, sir -"
Isn't he the best boy, asking for permission ? Minho can't deny him.
"Come baby," Minho says, and as if he was just waiting for his authorisation. Jisung comes in his pants, moaning loudly. His body shrieks for a long time and he is crying big tears when he finally calms down.
Minho crouches down by his side, he gets the rings back, rubbing Jisung's palm where he can feel the imprints of the rings from holding them too tight. After, he quickly unties his hands and massages his wrists, soothing the pain away. "How are you feeling Jisungie ?" He asks, voice soft as he places kisses on the top of his head, before kissing him on the mouth slow and deep.
"Good. It was so good," Jisung says, his voice a little broken which makes Minho wince. Jisung notices it, but still slumps against Minho, "Stop your worrying, I agreed to all of this."
Minho hums, pulling Jisung into a back hug as they rest on the floor, cuddling a little. He leaves light kisses on Jisung's neck.
They will have to get back to reality soon, but now it's their cuddle time.