Archive of Our Own

“Well done this time! Let’s take a quick break and come back to the other part in a moment.”

The practice room fills with heavy puffs of breath and groans as everyone lets themselves relax a little after being dismissed by Minho. The man sits down on the floor with some of the members, while others – Hyunjin, Changbin and Jisung – opt for laying down and voicing their complaints about being tired already. All they get in response from Minho is a suggestion to do more cardio training. Seungmin, Felix and Jeongin, sitting on the couch and keeping their whining to themselves, join in on the fun of teasing the group on the floor while sipping water.

The only person missing from the picture is Chan, who didn’t take a break. He’s in the corner of the practice room, going over some parts of the choreography that he couldn’t execute quite right. It doesn’t go unnoticed, obviously, when his shoes keep tapping and creaking on the floor.

“You’re making us look lazy with your effort,” jokes Hyunjin.

“As if that wasn’t the truth– just kidding, I’m just trying to keep up with you guys. Not in the best shape today.”

“Come take a rest, hyung, trying over and over until you exhaust yourself isn’t going to help,” reasons Minho, not even trying to be subtle. 

“Just one more try and I will, okay?”

He doesn’t look in their direction to see everyone’s stares, but he feels them. One of them, he feels even more so – a stare from a pair of fox-like eyes. Piercing through his lighthearted tone, Jeongin sees right into his insecurities, his worries that his performance won’t be good enough compared to the other members – or at least that’s what it feels like for Chan. He presumes it can’t be far off from reality, Jeongin has always been good at reading him.

“You’re going to end up tired and whining about it like these losers,” Jeongin says, nodding in the direction of the members still on the floor. They barely even protest at the title. “Why don’t you give yourself a break?”

It’s a tease, but Chan knows Jeongin is being genuine. Even when joking about the others’ misery, he’s looking straight at Chan, and his gaze is insistent. It's not an order, but a request made out of concern for Chan, and that makes it even more powerful.

It’s enough to make Chan want to give in, to sit down next to Jeongin and sip some water from his bottle while he rests. Still, he chooses not to. It’s a matter of leadership in his eyes. Minho’s the second oldest in the group and the one who leads dance practices by Chan’s request. If he dismissed him but listened to Jeongin, wouldn't that make him seem unreasonable? Being this impressionable by the youngest member isn't a trait of a good leader.

He doesn’t even reply to Jeongin. He’s pretty sure he couldn’t come up with a way to verbally disagree with him even if he tried. He finishes the last repetition of that tricky part before allowing himself a break. When he sits down next to Jeongin, he can sense the tension radiating from him. He’s hurt, and Chan hates the thought.

Once they wrap up the practice, the other members scurry to leave right away. Chan lingers behind, and catches Jeongin’s eyes staring right back at him.

“Don’t wait for us, we’ll close up,” Chan tells Minho, who has been waiting at the door for everyone to leave.

“Sure, just don’t take too long.” Minho nods. “And don’t make a mess here, yeah?”

The implication behind the playful comment makes both Chan and Jeongin groan. Chan was not planning to do anything Minho was thinking about – all he wants is a chance to talk to Jeongin one on one and apologise for hurting his feelings. Besides, they’ve never given Minho a reason to think that they would do anything like that in the practice room – aside from that one time, but even then, they didn’t go overboard! When he leaves, they look at each other and neither of them can hold back a cackle as they’re reminded of that situation.

“He’s never going to let it go, is he?”

“Definitely not.”

“As if Jisung and him weren’t worse than us.”

Chan confirms, getting the last of his laughs out before straightening up and clearing his throat. He’s happy to see Jeongin comfortably laughing with him, but it doesn’t mean he feels excused from apologising to him. “I, um, wanted to apologise. For ignoring you earlier. My pride got the best of me, I think, and I didn’t want to give in after dismissing Minho. But I’ll be more mindful of it from now on, and I won’t let that happen again.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jeongin reaches for Chan’s hand and gently strokes it with his thumb. “I try not to take things like that personally. I know you have a lot on your plate these days.”

“You didn’t deserve the cold shoulder just because I’ve been stressed.” Chan breaks eye contact, reluctant to let Jeongin excuse his own mistake. The reassurance is welcome, but Chan doesn’t want him to feel obligated to comfort him.

“It’s not an excuse, of course. But it helps me understand. And what matters most to me is that you recognise how it made me feel and want to avoid it in the future.”

“Thank you for being so understanding. I want to make it up to you in some way, not just this time but every time I've hurt you because I was in a bad mood.”

Jeongin stays silent for a moment, thinking about something. The silence makes Chan look back at him, awaiting response, and when their eyes meet, Jeongin seems to have made up his mind.

“I wish you’d let me take care of you more. When I ask you to do something for your own good, or hand you some water or a snack, I’d like you to accept it without me having to convince you.”

“I… I can try. It’s not something that comes naturally to me, but I’ll work on that.”

Chan squeezes Jeongin's hand, and he squeezes back, a reassurance that everything’s okay now. A peaceful silence hangs between them after Chan has agreed to the request. It’s not going to be an easy task, allowing Jeongin to take care of him in their daily life more often, but he’s willing to try for the better of their relationship. 

There’s one situation when Chan already allows it, though, and it’s one that he can’t wait to find himself in. One that he gets to experience when they’re alone. In the peace and safety of his or Jeongin’s room when the other members are out, or even home, but preoccupied enough so that they don't notice anything. One where Chan doesn’t have to be Jeongin’s responsible hyung and take care of him, but where Chan becomes Jeongin’s puppy. A kind of dynamic that not only brings both of them pleasure and satisfaction, but also helps Chan let go of some of his stress – something he thinks he’s very much in need of.

On his way home from the studio, he thinks about bringing this up with Jeongin later. He usually struggles to do it unless Jeongin starts the topic first, but he has a feeling it won’t be much of an issue this time. The reason for it is waiting in his room, safely tucked away in a drawer of his nightstand.

Once he's made his way to the flat and to his room, he takes it out. It’s a blue box with a ridiculous picture of a dalmatian wearing a pair of glasses on the front, as well as a window showing some of the items inside – most noticeably a round, yellow remote. 

The sight brings back memories of when he ordered it. Sitting in his chair with Jeongin perched over his shoulder, he scrolled through various brands and models of electronic collars until they found one they deemed the best choice. Thinking about it while holding the box revives the bubbling sense of anticipation he felt at the time. He wonders if Jeongin is going to feel the same when he sees it – and, well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?

He snaps a picture of the box with his phone and, prefacing it with a warning to not open it around the other members, he sends it to Jeongin. A cherry on top, he adds a short caption.

Have I shown you what I picked up from the post office yesterday? Hehe >:)

Jeongin replies within a couple of minutes, probably after getting out of Seungmin’s or Felix’s line of sight. Chan has already begun opening the box, but he stops to check the message.

No you haven't hyung, but that's so exciting!! Don't open it without me pleaseee you can come over tomorrow and we’ll do it together

Umm what if it’s already mostly open? 

Aren’t you a little too impatient?

Puppy’s sorry (kind of, maybe)
Still, let me come over tomorrow? to try it out
on the topic of you taking care of me hehe

You don’t have to ask me twice, pup
I’ll let that first message slide this one time, because I’m excited and you're cute

And so, after some more texting and coming up with a plan for what they were going to do, Chan shows up at the door of Jeongin’s flat the next morning. He rings the doorbell and waits, expecting to be greeted  in the doorway by his boyfriend. His bright expression quickly turns into wide-eyed confusion when the person opening the door turns out to be Seungmin. Everybody else was supposed to be out today, Chan’s more than sure.

Seungmin also doesn’t seem all that thrilled to see Chan. Or to see anyone, to be fair  – judging by his unkempt appearance, he has probably just gotten out of bed, and his puffy eyes make it clear that he’s not really in good form.

“Oh, Seungminnie! I didn’t know you’d be home. I’m just here for– um, Jeongin left one thing at ours, so I thought why not come over and bring it to him on my way to the studio. But! I won’t be staying for long, so…”

“Spare yourself the struggle,” Seungmin interrupts him with a roll of his eyes. His voice sounds unusually nasal, but Chan can still pick up the teasing tone. “I already know you’ll be staying. And you’re a terrible liar anyways.”

The reply punches a surprised laugh out of Chan. “I– did Jeongin tell you about me coming over? What did he tell you?”

“Enough for me to know to put on my headphones and not knock on his door until you leave.” Seungmin’s reply makes Chan’s cheeks burn. Seungmin isn’t oblivious, Chan knows, but hearing him say that so boldly makes him feel shy. Seungmin smiles, clearly satisfied with being able to make Chan flustered so easily. “Go on, come inside.”

“Right, yes, thank you for letting me in! May I still ask why you’re home…?” 

“Wasn’t feeling well when I woke up. I think I caught a cold. But don’t mind me at all, pretend I’m not even here.”

“Oh, okay… but if you need anything, you can still–”

Chan’s interrupted by a sound of footsteps coming from inside the flat. Before he sees Jeongin, he hears him whine in faux annoyance. “Hyung! Don’t tell Seungmin he can always call for you if he needs anything. He’s been taking care of himself just fine since yesterday, there’s no need for him to interrupt us.” 

He walks in wearing a pair of black canvas pants and a t-shirt with an AC/DC print. A simple outfit, really, but one that gives off the strongest boyfriend vibes in the world. And makes Jeongin look ever so kissable.

“I wasn’t going to!”

“You absolutely were,” Seungmin takes Jeongin’s side. “But I wouldn’t do it either way, I wouldn’t want to walk in on something that would later haunt me in my sleep – Speaking of, I’ll go now, give you some privacy. Enjoy!”

Chan sputters, ever more flustered, while Jeongin nods his goodbye to Seungmin with a smug "we will". Once Seungmin disappears behind the door to his room, Chan sighs heavily, a theatrical display of disapproval.

“You’d never miss a chance to tease me.” 

“What can I say, it’s just too fun to pass up.” He walks over to Chan and pecks the corner of his mouth. “Now, shall we go to my room? I hope a little bit of teasing didn’t make you change your mind.”

“Never. Lead the way, love.”

A new kind of atmosphere looms over them as they walk over to Jeongin’s room. Now that they’re alone, the anticipation to try out their new purchase truly settles in. It hangs heavily between them, a sense of tension building up with each step. 

Once the door falls closed behind them and they make themselves comfortable on Jeongin’s bed, Chan reaches into his pockets for the items he brought over – a collar, remote and a charger. It’s a handful, and it surely showed in his pockets when Seungmin greeted him at the door, but Chan thinks it’s still better than if he had showed up with the whole box they came in. 

He looks at Jeongin, unsure of what to do next. To his own surprise, he notices that he feels pretty jittery. Even with his excitement and all their planning the night before, this is still an uncharted territory for both of them, and it seems to be taking a toll on his nerves. In response to Chan’s silent plea for Jeongin to take initiative, he takes the items and gently sets them down on the bed. Then, he puts his hand on Chan’s cheek to pull him into a kiss. It’s a slow, lazy one, but at the same time insistent enough to lead Chan’s thoughts away from his nerves. It's so easy, so natural, and really helps to put Chan's mind at ease.

 “I missed this”, says Jeongin when he pulls back.

“As if the last time you kissed me wasn’t yesterday,” Chan teases, all of the remaining tension leaving his body with a chuckle. “I missed it too, I always do.”

“I know you do. It helps you relax, doesn’t it?” Jeongin leans forward to kiss Chan’s cheek, so close to his ear, and his voice is a low murmur.

“It really does. You tend to have that effect on me in general.” Chan turns his head to give his boyfriend a little peck on the lips. “Let's get started now?”

“With pleasure. Let’s just go over the main points of what we’ve discussed yesterday before we start. What’s your safeword?”

“ Red if I need to stop immediately.”

“That’s right.” Jeongin nods approvingly. “And mine?”

“It’s peaches ,” Chan replies with a crooked smile, remembering the situation they drew it from.

The answer earns him a soft peck on his lips. “Correct. And if something’s wrong but you don’t want to stop, you can use yellow or just tell me directly, whatever feels more comfortable. One last question, before we start – can you give me a rundown of what we’re planning to do today?”

Chan appreciates how thorough Jeongin is with the preparation for their scenes. Although there are days where he wishes he wouldn’t pay that much mind to it, times where he’s too desperate for Jeongin’s touch and praise to think straight, at the end of the day it’s for the better of both of them, especially when they’re trying out something new. They both need to remember their safewords in case anything goes wrong, and going over their plan for the scene helps avoid misunderstandings.

Talking about it also brings his mind back to the topic of what exactly they’re about to do together. He’s less anxious about it now, letting his excitement creep back into his thoughts without as much uncertainty or worry.

“The plan is to try out an ecollar on me, to see if I’ll be interested in using it in the future. You’re going to… um, well, essentially shock me, and if I give you a green light to continue after I feel it for the first time, we’re going to try some different levels and ways of using it.” Jeongin reaches up with his hand to pet Chan’s hair. There’s an affirmative smile on his face, a silent praise that’s enough to make Chan beam. “And once we’re done with that, I’m going to get a reward.”

“All correct, my smart puppy.”

It’s the first time Jeongin uses the pet name for Chan today, and it makes him feel just the slightest bit fuzzy. It’s a name that makes him feel small, but not in a bad way. He knows Jeongin will be there to take care of him when he fully slips into the headspace.

“And, one last thing to remember: we’re just experimenting today.” Jeongin’s thumb caresses Chan’s cheek. “The collar will cause you discomfort, or maybe even pain, because, as you said, it essentially delivers an electric shock, but it's not meant to be a punishment for you today. If at any point you start thinking negative thoughts towards yourself, or have any other unpleasant reaction, you need to tell me right away.”

It’s not an unusual thing for Jeongin to say to him. He knows that Chan has a tendency to get lost in his head when there's any kind of discomfort involved, from the previous couple of times that they’ve experimented with it. It’s something they’ve talked about before, and Chan has assured him that he doesn't want to stop doing scenes like that. He just needs some additional reassurance and care to make sure he’s okay all the way throughout. Luckily, Jeongin is more than happy to provide it. Even with all that knowledge, hearing him say it makes Chan’s heart swell in his chest.

“If it happens, I will. Thank you, Innie. Shall we start now?”

“Do you feel ready?” Jeongin asks and Chan confirms. “Okay, why don’t you take some of your clothes off first? Not everything has to go, but maybe your hoodie to uncover your neck a little bit more…"

Chan is already tugging off both his hoodie and the t-shirt he wore underneath it, before Jeongin is done speaking. It makes the younger man chuckle fondly. “Eager to show some skin, aren’t you?”

“I, um–” The comment makes Chan stutter, a rosy blush creeping onto his cheeks. "You like it though, right?”

“I do, I love looking at you,” Jeongin assures. “Now, get off the bed. I’m going to have you kneel in front of me.”

Chan shuffles out of his trousers as well, realising that the position would quickly get uncomfortable if he didn’t. He’s left in nothing but his boxers and nude-coloured trans tape – and he’s quite comfortable that way. It’s pretty much all he wears around the dorm during the warm season anyways.

Finally, Chan kneels on the floor in front of Jeongin, who shuffles up to the edge of the bed and spreads his legs, so his boyfriend can slot himself comfortably between them. He nuzzles the inside of Jeongin’s thigh with his cheek, a small gesture of affection. The seam of his trousers rubs against Chan’s skin but he pays it no mind, especially when the man puts his hand in his hair once again and scratches his scalp gently. Always eager to please, Chan tries to touch Jeongin through his pants, but the man gently pushes his hand away and makes him sit back on the balls of his feet.

“Let’s focus on what we have planned for today, shall we? I know puppy always wants to be good for me, but I don’t need this right now. Be a good boy and go along with our plan, yeah?”

"Oh– of course, I can do that." Chan nods.

His gaze follows Jeongin’s hand as he reaches for the ecollar he put aside earlier and Chan's attention focuses on the item. It looks simple enough, a black biothane strap with a buckle and a small black box attached to it. On the inside of the collar, the box has two blunt metal bolts – or contact points , as they’re called by the manufacturer. It also has a light that’s going to signal when the collar delivers stimulation. Before they bought it, Jeongin and him looked through the user’s manual and watched some videos about it, so he knows everything he needs to, but looking at it still makes him feel a little nervous.

“Let’s put this on you.”

He fastens the strap around Chan's neck. The slight pressure on his throat feels nicely familiar, although it’s not the same as what it feels like to wear his usual collars. The presence of the box makes the sensation slightly uneven, the contact points pressing into Chan’s skin in a way that feels different from wearing a normal collar.

“How does it feel?” 

“The bolts are kind of digging into my skin, could you maybe…” Chan falls silent when Jeongin slips two fingers between the collar strap and Chan's neck, as he would do to check the fit of a normal dog collar.

“It fits fine, puppy, you’re just not used to it yet.” His fingers slip out from under the collar. Chan looks up at him, eyes blown wide. “Isn’t that right?”

He nods, although it's more like a sharp jerk of his head because of how suddenly he feels himself approach his pupspace. He’s not quite there yet, it’s going to take a bit more time than this, but Jeongin’s words hit just the right spot in Chan’s mind. Yes, right, obviously he’s just not used to it yet. If Innie tells him that his collar fits fine, it must be right. Chan doesn’t have to worry his little pet mind about it. 

“Good.” Jeongin nods approvingly. He takes the remote in his hand and raises it up in the air to catch Chan's attention. "I'm going to set it to one and tap once" he warns his pup. "On the count of three, okay?"

“Yes,” Chan confirms, his voice wavering just slightly. It’s equal parts anticipation and nervousness about what's coming. Jeongin seems quite apprehensive himself – Chan knows he's concerned about hurting him, but he trusts that he won't. Jeongin’s always very careful with him, even excessively so at times. Chan’s safe under his care.

"One, two, three… How was that?"

Chan sees Jeongin’s finger press the button on the remote, slightly braces himself for what’s to come, but he feels nothing. He touches the box of the ecollar with his fingertips. "I… don't think I felt it? Is it on?"

"I think it is, the light turned on. Let's try a higher level." Chan agrees, and Jeongin adjusts the dial on the remote. "That's gonna be a five, let me know if you can feel it. One, two, three…"

"Ah–!" Chan feels the muscles in his neck twitch and then relax the moment Jeongin lets go of the button. It's a sensation he has never felt before, very much tangible, and in all honesty slightly painful. He doesn’t particularly mind pain (in fact, he often enjoys it), but he wasn’t expecting to feel it this early on.

"How was it this time? Tell me, puppy."

"I could feel that one. It was… unexpected, startled me a little.” 

“Did it hurt?” 

For a moment, Chan hesitates to answer. The collar has up to a hundred levels, isn’t he being too sensitive if he admits that he felt pain from it so early? What if it makes Jeongin want to stop, because he’d be worried about hurting Chan if they continued? Still, he would never lie to Jeongin when being asked a direct question like that. 

“A little” he admits.

“Oh, puppy, I’m sorry.” Jeongin pets him gently, looking down at him like an owner comforting their dog after something spooked them. “How about we try a level or two lower? Would that be okay?”

Chan confirms, with both a nod and his voice. He doesn’t want Jeongin to have any doubt about whether he wants it or not. Even after being slightly startled by the sensation, and despite the twinkle of pain, he’s curious to experiment with it further.

Jeongin pulls his hand away from Chan’s hair and turns the dial a little before once again counting down and pressing the button. When Chan doesn’t jerk at the shock, Jeongin holds down the button for just a couple of seconds longer than last time. The prolonged sensation causes a tingling feeling to go across Chan’s neck, on top of his muscles contracting from the beginning, but there’s no sudden pain this time. 

“Okay?”

Chan nods enthusiastically. “Doesn’t hurt. I’m okay to keep going.”

“I’m happy to hear that, puppy.”

Usually, Jeongin would talk him into referring to himself in third person by this point, and to call himself puppy just like he does, but today he lets it slip. Chan thinks it might be better this way. As much as he enjoys how fuzzy he feels in his pupspace, it’s better if he keeps at least some clarity of mind while they’re experimenting with this.

“I won’t count you down this time. See how it feels when you’re not expecting it.”

Chan's yes, please must’ve come across as unexpectedly eager, judging by how Jeongin chuckles at the reaction. Chan simply looks up at him, eyes pleading to just continue, as he really does feel eager. He watches the younger man play with the remote for a little while before pressing the button. This time, he’s fully prepared for the sensation of his muscles contracting, so he doesn’t get startled by it. Seeing that Chan is comfortable, Jeongin holds the button down for longer than a couple of seconds. It makes it feel different than the previous try – after a moment, the stimulation begins to hurt. It’s not a sharp pain, nor one that’s unbearable, but rather a dull ache caused by his muscles remaining tense under the stimulation.

The feeling in his neck soon becomes not much more than a background sensation, as Chan closes his eyes and simply lets it be. That’s when Jeongin decides to let go of the button, and Chan gasps. The ceasing of the discomfort brings an unexpected wave of… pleasure washing through him. Wow, okay. He wasn't expecting this to happen. 

"Too much?”

"No, no." Chan shakes his head. "This one… I liked it. I liked how it felt."

"You handled it so well, good pup. More?”

“More, please.”

The next try, instead of holding down on the button, Jeongin taps it a few times in quick succession. When he stops, Chan feels a wet patch that has formed in his boxers. He might be getting hooked on this.

He’s not the person to let go when he finds something that he likes this much, so he asks Jeongin to give it to him over and over again. They do a few repetitions of the same thing, pressure and release that makes Chan's heart thump in his chest and his hips twitch in search of friction. The slight ache in his neck somehow only amplifies his growing desire. With time, though, he gets used to the sensation and each time it becomes less electrifying. 

"Innie," he whines in response to the realisation. "Could you please turn it up a little?"

So far, Jeongin’s been nothing but sweet and reassuring to him, making sure that he’s comfortable and not overwhelmed. Upon hearing Chan’s words, something shifts in his energy. The way he smiles in response reminds Chan of the Cheshire cat, sly and dangerous, and it makes a pleasant shiver run down his spine.

"So puppy likes it when it hurts, huh?”

Chan nods, cheeks burning up with a blush.

“In that case… ask for it like a good boy . Show Innie how much you want it."

Jeongin’s words are what finally pushes Chan to slip into his pupspace. Him calling him a good boy and making it clear that he doesn't want Chan to beg verbally. He wants him to ask for it like a dog does for his owner's attention.

He looks up at him with the most convincing puppy eyes he can and paws at his leg. The corner of Jeongin’s mouth curls up, but he doesn’t cave in. Normally, it would push Chan to try a few different approaches, growing more and more direct, but today he’s too desperate to attempt being subtle more than once. He resorts to leaning forward to put his chin on Jeongin’s leg and whining, wordlessly making his desire known. Jeongin seems satisfied.

"What a cute pup you are.. I could never say no to you when you’re asking so nicely.”

If Chan had a tail, it would start thumping against the floor the moment these words left Jeongin's mouth. He nuzzles his leg gratefully and the man pets his hair again. It's an affectionate gesture as much as it is a cue for Chan to stay like this, leaning on Jeongin, instead of sitting up again.

“How much higher does puppy want it? Wanna try level five again?”

“No…” Chan pouts against the fabric of Jeongin’s pants. “Puppy wants higher than that, wants to really feel it.”

Jeongin chuckles. Obviously, Chan’s not thinking about the possible consequences his words could have – he’s too focused on chasing the addictive sensation to think clearly. But it’s okay, because Jeongin wouldn’t do anything that could hurt him even if he begged for it.

"I'll turn it up for you." Jeongin fiddles with the dial. "It's at eight now, and that's the highest I'm willing to use on you today. Let me know right away if it's too much."

Chan confirms, albeit absentmindedly. He’s already anticipating the stimulation. And when it finally comes, it’s perfect. It hurts, this time there’s no denying that, and it’s just the right amount of pain that makes Chan gasp and his cock twitch in his underwear. When it stops after a moment, he's quick to voice his thoughts about the experience. "So good, ah, can you–"

Jeongin pressing the button again cuts off his desperate plea. He lets out a groan that's equally a sound of pain and pleasure, and presses his cheek against Jeongin's leg harder. Fuck , he's done for. By this point, he wants nothing more than to get off. His hands itch to tug his underwear down and allow him to jerk off, but he stops himself before he can do it. Since he hasn't gotten permission to touch himself, he's left humping the air like a desperate dog as his body begs for more.

He looks up at Jeongin, still leaning on his leg for support, and the man seems to understand the non-verbal message right away. He lets go of the button and coos while watching Chan shudder from how good the sudden relief makes him feel, both endeared and amused by his responsiveness.

"I think we've tried enough to tell that we're keeping the ecollar, isn't that right?" Chan nods instantly. As much as he’d like to keep going, that last stim left him quite spent. "And now it's time to take it off, and for my puppy to get his reward for helping me test it out."

The collar is unbuckled from around Chan’s neck and put aside together with the remote, all while Chan is still between Jeongin’s legs and looking up at him. Once he’s done putting the gear away, Jeongin pats the mattress and invites Chan up on the bed. "Come here, pup."

Chan's limbs feel like cotton, his brain clearly not coping with the arousal well enough to be fully aware of them, but he still complies instantly. Despite his haze, he remembers to sit nicely next to his owner, knees sinking in the mattress and hands resting on the soft covers between his parted thighs. He thinks he must look pretty cute like this, because Jeongin smiles sweetly when he looks at him. 

"Good boy remembers how to behave even when he's this worked up." He leans in to kiss the tip of Chan's nose and his smile grows wider when he scrunches it up in surprise. "You really are a perfect little pet, Channie."

"Innie, please–"

He's not sure what exactly he's pleading for but he knows that Jeongin can give it to him, and that he needs it right now. Luckily, Jeongin knows not to push him to use his words when he's like this.

"Patience, be a good boy for me.” In contrast to his words, Jeongin doesn’t make Chan wait any longer. “Take your underwear off.”

Chan's boxers are quickly discarded and he’s back to waiting on his knees, flushed all over. The position he’s in leaves him exposed, letting Jeongin see just how wet and hard he’s gotten, but he doesn’t squirm away from his gaze. As long as seeing Chan all desperate like this makes Jeongin want to touch him sooner, he doesn’t mind. He’s about to start whining again, patience be damned, but Jeongin silences him with a kiss, a drawn out press of lips which is enough to make him settle down. From there, the man kisses a trail down Chan's chin and jaw to his neck. The tenderness of his lips on Chan's skin, especially when he lingers over the slightly sore part where the bolts dug into his neck, feels heavenly. But, as much as it’s comforting, it doesn’t dampen Chan’s arousal. When Jeongin’s teeth gently scrape over Chan’s pulse point, he shivers and lets out a weak whimper.

“Innie,” he mumbles impatiently.

Jeongin finally takes pity on him. “There, there. I won’t make you wait any longer.”

All of Chan’s whining and pouting is cut short when Jeongin begins to strip. His tshirt comes off first and although his binder stays on, he takes off both his trousers and underwear. Chan stares at him expectantly, tongue darting out to lick his lips when his gaze travels between Jeongin’s legs. He’s hard as well, Chan notices and it sends a rush of desire to his brain. Will Jeongin ask Chan to use his mouth on him? Even impatient as he is, he’d be more than happy to do it. His excitement truly spikes the moment he sees Jeongin reach for a pillow to put under his neck and then lie down.

“Up you go, pup, Come here.” 

Chan’s imaginary tail would be wagging wildly and hitting the mattress the moment he realises what this means. He must have been so good for Jeongin to choose his favourite reward in the world for him.

No brakes left, he’s quick to straddle Jeongin and make his way up his body until he’s hovering over his face. His muscles tremble just slightly in this position, more so from excitement than exertion, but he’s not worried about losing strength and smothering Jeongin – the man’s hands are already on his hips to hold him up. And even with Chan's muscular thighs caging his head in, making him look so small, Jeongin looks up at him encouragingly.

“Don’t hold back, puppy deserves this.”

To instigate him to move, Jeongin sticks out his tongue and flicks it against Chan's clit. Chan groans, suddenly reminded of just how badly he needs more . He grinds his hips down, and receives an approving hum from Jeongin. He repeats the motion, his cock dragging against Jeongin’s tongue and upper lip, and his perfect nose. His eyes fall closed as he concentrates on his movements. After a little while, another whimper slips past his lips. Doing this feels really good but it’s also not enough – he’s never going to get off like this. And today he doesn’t have the patience to simply enjoy the moment, he really wants to get off.

Jeongin catches on the hint right away. He mouths at Chan's clit, which in turn makes Chan open his eyes and look down. When their eyes meet, Jeongin closes his lips around it and sucks. The dual stimulation of the sensation and the view of Jeongin’s face between Chan’s legs renders him speechless, capable of nothing more but crying out at how good it feels and bucking his hips forward to chase the feeling. Jeongin’s eyebrows furrow with concentration as he continues sucking Chan off, even more so when he has to account for the frantic twitches of Chan's hips as the pleasure begins to build up. He groans and bobs his head to follow Chan’s rhythm.

“Ah, Innie, so good. Puppy’s close already, please–” Suddenly, Jeongin pulls away and Chan whines pathetically in protest.

“Sorry, pup,” Jeongin pants. “Had to breathe.”

Chan struggles to be sympathetic. He was so close . His brain feels like static, overrun with desire and need , and why isn’t Jeongin’s mouth back on him yet? All Chan can focus on is Jeongin’s hot breath on his sensitive skin. When he looks down again, Jeongin’s lips curl up in a devilish smile. Even when flushed and out of breath, he still manages to look smug.

“Pretty puppy, you’re such a sight when you get all desperate like this. If you’d let me, I would edge you more, on purpose, just to see you fall apart for me.”

The thought is nearly painful. As much as Chan loves edging, he might just explode if Jeongin tries it right now. He shakes his head, his voice wavering as he speaks. “Please don’t, haven’t I been a good pup for you? Please just let me cum–”

“You’ve been so good for me, my perfect Channie.” Jeongin is quick to reassure him. He leaves a little kiss right on the tip of Chan’s clit. “Sorry for teasing you so much, I’ll stop now.”

The warmth of Jeongin’s mouth and tongue is back on him, and his decision to stop teasing is clear from the beginning. It feels perfectly intense, the way Jeongin sucks his clit and teases the tip of it, tongue flicking over it repeatedly. It takes barely any time for Chan to notice his thighs trembling on each side of Jeongin’s face, equally from being overwhelmed with the pleasure and his muscles growing tired in the position. He still doesn’t want to lie down, so instead he leans forward to support himself with his hands on the mattress.

“Is this… okay?” he asks Jeongin, who’s now even more caged in under his body.

“More than. Fuck my mouth, Channie, make yourself cum for me.” Jeongin only pulls away to answer before wrapping his lips around Chan again.

With the leverage he gets in this position, and a new surge of energy upon hearing the encouragement, he begins to roll his hips again. “Fuck, yes, that’s perfect.”

It’s a matter of a couple of thrusts before he’s close again. His mind feels blank, overtaken by pleasure. It’s not enough to make him cum, not quite, but it shouldn’t take him long to get there– suddenly, he notices a change. Jeongin’s sucks and licks become less insistent, kind of distracted, and one of his hands is gone from Chan’s hip. When Chan shakes off some of his brain fog, he hears a quiet wet sound coming from behind him. When he looks over his shoulder, he sees Jeongin rubbing his own clit with his fingers.

The sound Chan lets out borders on animalistic, fueled by a surge of euphoria so strong that it nearly makes his arms give out under his weight. Jeongin is touching himself while letting Chan use his mouth to get off. He’s turned on by it. By him . Chan feels so good, not only in the sense of the physical pleasure, but also that he’s being good for Jeongin. Being Innie’s good boy– his thoughts bring him right to the edge, and Jeongin pushes him over it with a harsh suck on his clit. It’s sudden like a snap of a rubber band, making his muscles tremble and his breath catch in his throat.

He raises his hips just a little, his cock slipping out of Jeongin’s mouth, but doesn’t make any moves to get off of Jeongin. After a few trembling breaths, he sits up and straightens his back, still hovering over Jeongin’s face. It gives Jeongin better access to his hole, and the man immediately begins to lick into it, lapping up Chan’s wetness. It makes Chan shiver, but after just a couple of licks he gets used to Jeongin’s pace. It’s quite sweet, actually. Slow enough to not overwhelm him, but stimulating enough to keep his arousal up and not let him get all droopy like he usually does after he comes.

Jeongin is still jerking himself off, although he has slowed it down while waiting for Chan to recover. Chan looks down at him with a question. “Can puppy help you, Innie?”

Jeongin groans, face buried between his legs, and nods feverishly. His wet tongue thrusts inside Chan with renewed effort. Fuck, Jeongin really gets off on eating him out. On his taste, on the way Chan’s muscles twitch around his tongue… It only becomes more and more persistent when Chan reaches behind himself and fumbles to slip his fingers inside Jeongin’s dripping hole. He’s clearly close already, it won’t take much more for Chan to make him reach his peak as well.

As much as their current position allows him to do it, Chan curls up his fingers. It makes Jeongin’s hips raise off the bed and his fingers to speed up on his clit. “Am I doing well, Innie? Is puppy– ah, making you feel good?”

Jeongin’s response is another sharp buck of his hips and a muffled mm-hm! and it’s enough of an answer for Chan. It brings a new rush of endorphins to his brain, which makes him feel all light and floaty. “Puppy’s doing so well for innie–” he mumbles and it makes Jeongin moan against him, sending shivers up his spine. “He loves being good for Innie so much.”

Jeongin clenches around his fingers, and he drowns his moans in Chan’s cunt as he comes. In turn, it makes Chan throw his head back and roll his hips a couple of times, to savour the little sparks of pleasure caused by Jeongin mouthing at him absentmindedly as he comes down from his high.

He doesn’t even notice when his thighs begin to lose strength from how spent he is. When he inevitably rests some of his weight on Jeongin’s face, the man taps his thigh with his hand to catch his attention and avoid being smothered. “Ah, sorry!” Chan scurries off Jeongin’s face and sits down next to him. “Puppy’s sorry, didn’t mean to–”

The pleasure he got from Jeongin eating him out made him lose control of himself – so unlike the good boy he wants to be for his Innie, a shameful realisation creeps into his mind. His imaginary tail is now tucked between his legs, equally imaginary dog ears pinned back flat against his head. He lowers his gaze, away from the possible disappointment in Jeongin’s eyes.

Jeongin notices that something is off. He pets Chan’s thigh reassuringly. “You don’t have to be sorry, Channie, I’m not upset with you. I told you to enjoy the reward that you earned, it’s okay if you forgot yourself a little.”

The touch of Jeongin’s hand on Chan’s bare thigh is grounding, warm and solid. He speaks in full sentences, albeit slowly to accommodate Chan's slower processing. And it’s Channie now, not puppy. Losing the affectionate title would make Chan sad in a different setting, but Jeonign’s voice is not any less sweet than what it was earlier. He’s not taking the name away from him. All he’s doing is bringing Chan back to reality from his submissive headspace – and, simultaneously, the depths of his self-conscious thoughts. When Chan’s eyes find Jeongin’s again, he’s looking at him with a gentle smile – whether it’s caused by his still lingering post-orgasmic bliss, or it’s Jeongin making an effort to comfort him, Chan doesn’t know. Nevertheless, the sight, as well as Jeongin’s touch and words make him feel a bit more at ease.

“Is it?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, love. Come back here for a cuddle.”

Chan is very much down for cuddling Jeongin, possibly for the next hour or two, or preferably forever. Before he satisfies the craving to cuddle up to him, though, he feels a desire to do something for Jeongin. Take care of him in some way. He shakes off some of the fog in his mind, to locate a water bottle left on the nightstand and reach out for it. Jeongin makes a questioning noise, which quickly turns into a sound of recognition as he notices what Chan’s doing.

“Take a–” Chan’s voice comes out small and strained, so he clears his throat before starting over. “Take a sip. You haven’t taken a break to drink even once, your mouth must be dry.”

Jeongin sits up a little and accepts the bottle with a fond chuckle. “And here’s my human Channie, looking after me as usual. Here, drink some as well.”

Chan takes a couple sips, only now noticing that he’s thirsty as well. After putting the bottle back where he took it from, he thinks back to Jeongin’s words. Is he his usual self already? Not exactly. His brain still feels like static, him being able to push through it to take care of Jeongin didn’t change that. The only thing on his mind is gratitude towards his boyfriend for taking care of him so well, and a desire to pay him back for it. It’s not unusual for him to feel grateful towards someone he loves, but the way it feels right now is different to how Chan normally is nonetheless. Should he tell Jeongin about it? If he already thinks Chan is back to feeling human and being responsible, wouldn’t it be disappointing for him if Chan told him that’s not the case?

“I can almost hear you thinking. Tell me what’s wrong – are you not back yet? Is that what it is?”

Chan nods. “I think so. I could still use the cuddle, if it’s okay with you.”

“It’s always okay with me, come here.” He tugs Chan down by his arm to peck his lips. “Even if you didn’t need it, I’d still want to do it. Because you’re my Channie, and I love cuddling you.”

Chan kisses him back with a soft thank you before laying down next to him. Jeongin naturally tries to wrap himself around Chan, looking to make him feel protected and taken care of, but Chan asks him to turn his back to him. He knows he’s safe and looked after, he always is when he’s around Jeongin, even when it’s usually him who takes on the role of the protector. What he wants right now is to make Jeongin feel just how much he loves and cherishes him. Being his big spoon is a natural first step to that.

He wraps his arms around Jeongin, his hands pulling him closer in by his chest and stomach. Next thing, he begins to pepper his nape with kisses. He presses his lips to Jeongin’s sweat-salty skin over and over, each kiss accompanied by a quiet smack of his lips, and the man huffs out a little laugh in response.

“What’s this about, Channie hyung?”

“Mm, you’re always so good for me,” he mumbles. “Want you to know how much I ‘ppreciate you.”

“I know you do.” Jeongin leans into Chan’s touch, the pressure of his strong torso against his back and his lips on his neck, like a contented cat. “And I appreciate you all the same.”

“You deserve the best.”

“So do you, love. You deserve all things good. For being yourself, my kind and loving Channie who brightens up each and every one of my days. You don’t always realise it, but just being with you makes me feel happier, no matter what we do together. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone or anything else in the world.”

Jeongin’s words hit a soft spot inside him. Chan doesn't think he’s going to cry, it’s not something he does a lot and it takes a huge emotional toll to get him there, but he feels like it’s still a possibility.

Chan is a kind of person that loves so intensely, and simply so much , that he’s used to not feeling the same spark coming from other people in his direction. He’s grown to accept it. But whenever Jeongin speaks to him like this, it feels like he’s describing Chan’s own feelings towards him – except he feels these things for Chan. The endless love and gratitude, the desire to look after him and make him happy. Although Chan has never doubted Jeongin’s feelings for him, his words serve as a reminder that Jeongin really does love Chan just as much as he loves him. It’s enough to make Chan have to blink tears away from his eyes, his arms tightening around Jeongin’s relaxed figure.

He rests his forehead on Jeongin’s nape. After the reassurance, he’s finally able to let go of his insecurity – and it seems that he’s had enough time to come back from his previous headspace, as the fuzziness at the edges of his mind has finally left. What’s left of it is a sense of giddy happiness, the afterglow of their intimacy. It makes him kiss Jeongin’s skin again, a longer, more meaningful press of his lips, and a soft chuckle to slip his mouth

“I love you, y’know that? You really are my favourite person.”

Jeongin wiggles in his hold until it becomes loose enough for him to turn around and face Chan. He kisses his chin first, the part of his face closest to him, before craning up to peck his lips. “And you’re mine, I love you.”

Chan loves him too. And he loves seeing Jeongin so infatuated with him, his voice warm and a happy glimmer present in his eyes. It’s equally elating as it is comforting, somehow, and Chan wants to enjoy it for as long as he can. There’s a nagging voice in the back of his mind reminding him that he has actually made plans to show up at the studio today, in the afternoon, but decides to ignore it for now. Even if he’ll have to leave later, he’s got enough time to enjoy this moment with his boyfriend.

“Hold me, now?” he suggests.

“Always, c’mere.”

There’s a smile in Jeongin’s voice, and to Chan’s ears it’s the best sound in the world. He lets Jeongin wrap his arms around him, and even puts his own hands on them to make him hold him tighter. Jeongin’s embrace feels like warmth and safety. Jeongin yawns as he snuggles up to Chan’s back, clearly still tired from their previous activities.

“You can sleep a little, if you want to. I don’t think I can fall asleep… but I like it when you hold me like this, so I don’t mind laying down with you for a while.”

“Just a small nap,” Jeongin murmurs into Chan’s nape. “Wake me up if I sleep too long.”

Chan listens to Jeongin’s breath growing slow and regular as he falls asleep, his heart blooming when he realises that it only took a couple of minutes of laying together for their breaths to synchronise. His eyes fall closed and although he knows he’s not tired enough to actually fall asleep, resting like this for a little while certainly won’t hurt.

And he does wake Jeongin up later, albeit unintentionally – when a reminder on his phone tells him that it’s time to leave and go to the studio, he tries to sneakily get out of bed without waking Jeongin up, but fails miserably. At first, Jeongin tries to not let go of his hold around Chan’s torso and when that doesn’t make him stop squirming, he cracks his eyes open. He hums questioningly.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” He turns around to leave a kiss on Jeongin’s forehead. “I need to leave to the studio soon.”

Jeongin grumbles a little, but he lets him go. He knew about Chan’s daily schedule beforehand, so it’s not like he’s going to make Chan change it last minute for cuddles. When Chan comes back from his shower, Jeongin finds his previously discarded tshirt and boxers and puts them on to walk Chan to the door.

“Come back here for dinner later?” Jeongin offers, looking at Chan hopefully. “Minho hyung was planning to cook once he and Felix are home.”

Chan hums noncommittally, already knowing that he might get too fixated on his work to notice the time, and possibly stay in the studio way past dinner. It makes Jeongin raise an eyebrow and, after a moment of thinking about it, he rephrases his offer.

“How about I pick you up later? I’d much prefer it if you just stayed and let yourself have a day of rest, but if you really need to go, then I’d like to be the one to ensure you won’t stay there until the middle of the night.”

The call out makes Chan whine in protest, but he knows Jeongin has a point. Thinking about the promise he made just yesterday, to let Jeongin look after him more often, he decides to cave in for once – and maybe he’ll be able to turn it into a habit in the future?

“Yeah, why not? I would never pass up a chance to eat something cooked by Minho.” He kisses a frown off of Jeongin’s face with a chuckle. “And to spend more time with you, of course. And… thank you, for wanting to make sure I won’t work for too long.”

He leaves soon after, accompanied by the image of Jeongin’s bright smile as they’ve said their goodbyes. What he tries to not think about is how just before he left, he saw Seungmin emerging from his room and giving him a weird look – did he overhear something he didn’t want to hear while Chan was with Jeongin? The mere thought makes Chan’s face heat up with embarrassment. Maybe he’ll ask Jeongin to eat dinner in his room, just the two of them, to avoid having to find out.