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“What do you mean he’s not paying enough attention to you?” Seungmin asks before taking a big bite of his buttered croissant, flaky crumbs flying everywhere.
He and Woojin are seated at the patio of a local café they frequent for their weekly breakfast date. It’s a beautiful Saturday morning, with the not-so-strong sun peeking through the occasional passing cloud. The sidewalk is bustling, as is the café’s patio; fortunately for the two friends, the passing pedestrians are indifferent to everything besides their destination, and the tables are spaced out far enough for them to discuss the sensitive topic of Woojin feeling attention-starved and neglected.
“Is he not dicking you down enough?” Seungmin’s voice is muffled, his mouth full of half-chewed bread. “Is that it?”
“Minnie,” Woojin whines. “Talk, then chew, remember?”
Seungmin chuckles, hastily chewing while waving his hand to prompt Woojin to answer his question.
“And if you must know,” Woojin breathes out, lazily stirring the milk in his coffee with a straw. “That is precisely the problem. He’s too busy producing music to fuck me, and it’s driving me crazy!”
Following university, Chan’s career as a producer took off, leading to less frequent intimacy—going from having sex daily to just twice a week. Their relationship is healthy, and Woojin sees marriage in their distant future, but sex has always been a vital component. It’s what sparked their relationship, having first connected on a cam-boy site despite being classmates at the time.
Seungmin daintily dabs a napkin at his crumb-littered mouth, contemplating for a moment before a boyish grin spreads across his face. “Well, we all know how possessive Chan is over you. How about we make him a little jealous?”
Intrigued, Woojin quirks an eyebrow, the stirring of his rapidly cooling coffee pausing. “And how would we do that?”
“Let me give you a hickey,” Seungmin deadpans, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Nothing too dramatic, just enough to make him notice.”
Woojin’s eyes widen, cheeks flushing at the mere idea of his best friend mouthing at his sensitive neck.
“Min, you’re ridiculous!”
“Ridiculous or genius? You can decide later,” Seungmin chuckles at Woojin’s protest, leaning in until his lips are dangerously close to his neck.
“Seungmin, we are in public!” Woojin rushes out, already feeling the curious gazes of strangers.
“Awe, don’t tell me the cam-boy is shy,” Seungmin coos, his warm breath ghosting over Woojin’s neck and sending shivers down his spine. “We both know how much you enjoy having an audience, bunny.”
Seungmin then presses his mouth, hot and moist, on Woojin’s flushed skin.
₊ ⊹ ♎ ⊹ ₊
BigBunnySub is Live!
Seungmin’s heart skips a beat as the notification flashes across his laptop screen.
The plan must have gone well, he muses, though the lack of prior notice from Woojin that he was starting a stream raises an eyebrow. After all, Seungmin is his sole stream moderator—it’s been this way for years.
Seungmin’s eyes widen as he reads the title of the stream aloud: “Bunny gets Punished by Daddy for being a Needy Slut! ”
“Sounds like Woo is gonna rake in a lot of tips tonight,” Felix chirps, striding into their living room and over to Seungmin, who’s lounging on the sofa.
“Yeah,” Seungmin smiles at his boyfriend, “With a title like that, you just know tonight’s viewers are going to be feral.”
“Just don’t stay up too late, jagiya,” Felix delivers a chaste kiss to Seungmin’s cheek before heading to their bedroom.
Seungmin joins the stream and immediately can tell it’s unplanned; the action began before the stream even started.
Woojin, seated in a wariza position, wears nothing but his signature bunny mask and a leather cock ring around his small, fully erect penis. Cardinal-colored hickeys and lovebites scatter across the tanned skin of his neck, chest, abdomen, and thighs. Woojin is softly whimpering, his hips subtly rotating as he awaits Chan’s punishment.
Feeling smug, Seungmin types into the rapidly moving chat:
SubPuppyMin: I see the plan worked well! I’m a genius ~ 😏✨💞
The stream begins tamely enough, with Chan first bending Woojin over his lap and delivering some heavy-handed slaps to his perky ass. But as the stream progresses, so does the intensity of the punishment.
By the end of the stream, Woojin is a panting, sweaty, babbling mess. Chan’s cum obscenely leaks out of his fluttering hole and down his trembling inner thighs. Woojin’s cock, still restrained in a ring, is swollen and red, bobbing and twitching rapidly, leaking beads of pre-cum.
Chan relieves Woojin of his painful erection by pumping his cock, Woojin all the while wetly sputtering apologies and declarations of how he only belongs to “Daddy”. Woojin is sobbing when he cums, painting his torso, chest, and part of his mask white.
The stream ends, leaving Seungmin almost painfully aroused.
He sends Woojin a message, congratulating him on the success of tonight’s surprise stream. Tomorrow they will discuss everything, and Seungmin will revel in how well his plan worked while Woojin rolls his eyes endearingly.
Seungmin closes the lid of his laptop and places it on the coffee table before padding over to the bedroom. He halts in the doorway when he sees what’s displayed on the bed: a collar, dog-ear hair clips, a dog-tailed anal plug, paddles of various sizes, and a steel chastity cage. Felix stands beside the bed, staring at him sternly with his cell phone pressed to his ear.
“Bunny and Puppy are so fucking naughty,” Felix clicks his tongue disapprovingly, “Puppy knows better than to mark another without permission.”
Seungmin vaguely hears Chan’s accented Korean on the other end of the line. Woojin seemingly snitched on him to his Daddy, and now Seungmin is in trouble with his Master.
Seungmin gulps, dropping to his hands and knees and crawling over to Felix, his heart pounding and bulge growing. Felix caresses his face, hooded eyes dark and commanding as he presses his thumb into Seungmin’s bottom lip, urging him to open his mouth.
“I’m so sorry about that, hyung,” Felix husks, his steady voice resonating deeper than usual tonight.
He inserts two fingers into Seungmin’s hot mouth, pushing them to the back of his tongue, causing Seungmin’s eyes to crinkle and water.
“I’ll have to teach my puppy a lesson about putting his mouth places where it doesn't belong.”
It’s going to be a long, sweaty, intense night.
Perhaps Seungmin’s plan worked a little too well.