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It wasn’t weird. It was just a… painful reminder of Jisung’s wrongdoings, a slice of his childhood that slipped into his adulthood, like everything that had to do with his brother had done, too.

They had always lived together, of course. Even when Minho had to move away to go to university, he took Jisung with him. Back then, their parents took Jisung aside one night and asked him if he was sure, as if Jisung would ever doubt Minho’s ability to take care of him. Of course, he was sure. 

Minho had been the one to tell him not to eat sand when they went to the beach for the first time, not his mom. Minho had been the one putting a Band-Aid over his very painful knee injury; he had also been the one to press on the bruise the next time Jisung tried to climb a garden wall, just to remind him that the fall would hurt. 

For his own good.

He had been the one banning Jisung from dating when he entered high school. Quick to tell him that boys weren’t worthy, even before Jisung knew he liked boys, he supposed he did like them, because he liked Minho.

His brother had been the one to click his tongue and bend him over his lap, spanking his ass when Jisung snuck out one night to try soju with his friends. 

It wasn’t the first time. He did it whenever Jisung didn’t listen or when he didn’t get good enough marks. “They are going to separate us if you keep that up, Sungie. Do you want that?” he had asked him. Jisung hadn’t been sure who they were or why they would separate him from his brother, but he had shaken his head. “You don’t, right? Then, bend over.”

Minho had been almost gentle back then.

But when he caught Jisung years later, coming back from a party when he was supposed to be studying for his university exams, he was much meaner. 

“Get your ass here,” he said, sitting on Jisung’s bed. “And take the jeans off.”

“Why?” Jisung asked, a rookie mistake, even when he was already pulling the zipper off. Minho arched an eyebrow, and Jisung swallowed. “Sorry.”

“You’re really pushing it tonight,” Minho muttered as Jisung let his pants fall. He wished he hadn’t been wearing day-old underwear; he always wanted to cause a good impression on his brother, even if that impression was to be made bent over his lap. 

Minho patted his butt a couple of times, and Jisung almost giggled, the situation suddenly coming to his mind. He, old enough to be almost Minho’s own size, bent over his brother’s lap, more than a little tipsy, getting a little nauseous because of it, and in his dirty underwear; while his brother, a summa cum laude graduate, all properly dressed up, was jokingly patting his butt as a mock-punishment, it was-

Minho slapped his ass so hard that Jisung was pushed forward, rocking on Minho’s legs. He cried, and Minho put a hand over his mouth.

“Noisy brat, what are the neighbors going to think, hm?” he asked without taking his hand off Jisung’s mouth, pressing a little harder when the second slap landed and Jisung opened his mouth again to cry. “How many drinks have you had, Sungie?” Jisung tried to answer, but it was impossible to talk. Minho rolled his eyes as if he was trying to make a specially dumb dog understand that he shouldn’t poop inside the house. “Use your hands, darling.”

Darling? Minho had never called him that. It startled Jisung enough that Minho had to spank his ass again for him to react. 

He raised three fingers and Minho laughed.

“I don’t believe you, Sungie,” he said, and landed his palm against his other butt cheek; it hurt less than the last one over his already reddening other cheek. 

Jisung looked up, all teary and round eyes, in hopes that Minho would believe him, because it was the truth. He didn’t even have the time to drink more. He had been at his friend’s house for less than an hour before Minho showed up, bursting inside and taking Jisung literally by the ear to bring him back to their shared apartment. 

“I’ve been too soft on you…” Minho lamented. He was slowly caressing Jisung’s cheeks. It burned a little when he went over the more abused one, but it was manageable. “Let’s say I believe you, this time only, okay, Sungie?” Jisung nodded eagerly and Minho tsked. “Then let’s do five more only, okay?” Jisung whined, but he nodded once, knowing that opposing wasn’t really an option. “Pull yourself up, raise your butt.”

Jisung did, anchoring his knees on the bed, against his brother’s legs, and raising his butt over Minho’s lap, his forearms at the other side of his thighs. 

“I have things to do, let’s get this over with,” Minho said, sighing, and a merciless hand slapped both Jisung’s cheeks at the same time. The force was immense, making him fall over Minho’s lap and, to his total embarrassment, discover that he was hard. Hard over his brother’s lap while he was punishing him for being a… “Such a brat,” Minho muttered and slapped him again. “Move up.” Jisung tried, but his legs failed him. He could imagine Minho’s eyebrow arching up. His brother spanked him again, and to add to his embarrassment, Jisung let out a hiccuppy moan. “These don’t count, Jisung. They won’t till you aren’t in your position like a good doggy.”

Jisung whined, a sound that caught in his throat. Minho started to pat his butt again, carefully caressing the skin that burned like fire. When Jisung felt Minho’s hand raising again, he whined, scrambling to get his hips up again, but the slap made them fall again.

“You’re doing so well, darling, almost got it, hm?”

His brother was mocking him like he always did when he completely destroyed him at some video game, and yet it sounded like the perfect encouragement. He was doing well; he was pushing through the pain and embarrassment, all to please his brother. He could do it. 

He just had to.

Another slap. 

Jisung moaned. He wasn’t sure how or why, because right after, he felt the tears start to roll down his cheeks as he whined, little soft sobs. 

“Aw, baby, come on, you got this,” Minho cooed at him, moving a hand to Jisung’s face, but instead of drying his tears, like he had done countless times, he took his chin and turned Jisung’s head towards himself. “Do it for your big brother, okay, baby?”

Baby.

“Minho…” Jisung whined. Minho hummed, starting his ritual of caressing Jisung’s abused cheeks once again. This time, Jisung took a deep breath, he pushed on his forearms and arched his back, getting his crotch up from Minho’s lap and discovering just how much he was leaking, a string of precum connecting his wet underwear to his brother’s well-ironed pants. 

“Well done, baby. Now, let’s see, we have four left, right?”

“No, Minnie, please, not four,” Jisung whined.

“You think you’ll learn your lesson without four more, baby?” Minho cooed at him, tilting his head, caressing his lower back, the lack of contact to his ass more of a punishment on itself than a relief. 

Jisung should have nodded, whined, pouted and said ‘yes’, promising not to drink ever again, not to leave the room Minho was in again. 

Instead, he looked down between his legs, his hard cock tenting his messy, wet underwear, and bit his lip.

“I don’t think so.”

“That’s what I thought too, Sungie. Look, we are doing this for your good, right?” Jisung nodded. “So better go through with it, baby.”

Jisung nodded again. He clenched his hands to the sheets, making them come undone at the corners. Minho had chastised him before for that, but that night it was a minor infringement, and, luckily or not for Jisung, Minho didn’t seem to notice. 

The next spank was laughably soft. Like when they were around thirteen and Jisung had told Minho they were playing a game at school where they slapped each other's faces, and when he told Minho to slap him as hard as he could, Minho had patted his cheek. 

Jisung moaned, a staccato moan, airy and high, and Minho smirked. He did it again and Jisung moaned in the same way, rocking his hips forward, not because of the impact, but because it felt like the right motion to follow. Minho pushed his ass down so the tip of his cock was frotting against one of Minho’s thighs before he slapped his ass again, making Jisung rock on his lap and moan higher as he closed his eyes. 

“You know these don’t count, right, baby brother?” Minho whispered, bending to speak in Jisung’s ear. 

Jisung turned to him, whining. It brought their faces close, way too close. Minho rubbed their noses together. 

“But-” Jisung started, another soft slap made Jisung rock forward, and he highjacked a gasp, almost touching his brother’s lips.

“That was the last one if we make them count. Do you want that, darling?”

Jisung took in a sharp breath. He was so close. He could feel his balls drawing up, his cock twitching. Minho’s hand on his lower back made it impossible for Jisung to move again, and Jisung knew there was only one way to make him take his hand off. 

So he shook his head. 

Minho smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Good boy,” he said at the same time that he gave Jisung another soft spank, making Jisung moan again. “But is this enough, Sungie?” Minho asked, faking a pout. 

“It is,” Jisung whined. “Thank you, Minnie. Thank you.”

Minho slapped him harder and Jisung moaned, straight out of an adult film, rocking his hips deeper and feeling another big dollop of precum dripping against his unsavagable underwear. 

“Don’t lie to your brother, Sungie.”

Jisung whined, confused and so, so close, that he was starting to see blurry. He was so turned, so high, on that he could feel his stomach turning, his insides burning up. 

“I need more,” Jisung whispered. 

“I knew that, baby. And I’ll give it to you, hm? Take a proper one, then two softer ones, hm? It’ll make the punishment easier.”

Jisung nodded, and Minho patted his head, taking a couple of locks between his fingers. Jisung wondered if he was going to pull his hair too and if he would like it, but Minho let go. Then, his other hand raised, that spank was stronger than any of the previous ones, making Jisung yell again, rocking on Minho’s lap, drooling out of his mouth. The two softer ones after it made Jisung moan like he was jerking himself off, the only other way he had ever been pleasured. 

The pattern repeated, and Jisung's vision went white. He was drooling, moaning, whining, maybe still yelling. It felt like he was coming and, at the same time, like he never would. It made him go dumb, incapable of keeping his hips up as he came and came on his brother’s lap, the cum going through the fabric and seeping on his brother’s good slacks. 

“I’ll forgive you the last one, Sungie. You did so well, baby,” Minho said immediately after as Jisung drifted back into his body.

“No,” he whispered. He sounded completely gone. “Last one, Minnie.”

“Sungie, baby, are you sure?” Minho asked. 

Jisung nodded. “I did something bad. I want to be good.”

“It’ll be a proper one.” Jisung nodded. “Such a good boy. I raised you well, didn’t I?”

“You did, hyung,” Jisung whispered. He wasn’t strong enough to raise his hips again, but Minho didn’t seem to mind that time, moving Jisung’s hips up himself. Jisung looked between his legs again, and, as he had expected, there was a mess of fluids connecting them. 

Minho kept an arm under Jisung’s lower stomach as he gave his little brother the last slap, making him break into tears. 

Minho sushed, clearing the tears with his hand and letting Jisung cling to it when he did, then he carefully moved him to lie on the bed, taking him in his arms and kissing around his face.

“You did so well, Sungie. Such a good brother, you did so well. You learned your lesson, and you took your punishment perfectly, baby.”

Jisung clung to those words. Minho ran him a bath after. It was the first time since Jisung had moved in with his brother that he had used the bathtub; it was nice. Minho carefully cleaned him up, making sure to dry and apply some ointment to his reddened cheeks, and bringing Jisung all he asked for during the rest of the night. 

Jisung did learnt his lesson. He also learnt something more. Something dangerous about himself and his brother: that pushing the right buttons would get him on Minho’s lap again, with his hand leaving a lasting mark on his body that he could feel for days after, when he walked as well as when he sat. 

That he liked it a little too much. 

Enough for him to get in trouble seeking the treatment again and again. He didn’t always come, but that didn’t matter at all. What mattered was feeling Minho so constantly after it, even when he wasn’t there; what mattered was seeing his brother’s hand red after it too, and knowing that he too was getting hard under him. 

But Minho didn’t always punish him in the same way; sometimes it was something completely different and far less fun, like staying home for the rest of the week or doing the dishes. 

So Jisung had to get creative, sneak around, and lie about where he had been or with whom he had been. 

But a year after that night that rewired Jisung’s brain, with the excuse of Felix’s birthday party, he didn’t even have to lie. He got home from uni before his brother did from work and wrote a note with a clear direction of where Jisung was, as he was supposed to do every time he left the house, but that time he also added: ‘At Felix’s sexy birthday party!’

He knew it was too on the nose. But he also knew his brother would chew on it and finally give in and go to get him from Felix’s house and back home.

He hadn’t expected him to get as angry as he got, though.

Jisung was talking to Felix, giving him his customary ‘birthday kiss’, when Minho threw the door open, slapping it against the wall and making it come back to close itself. 

Minho was in his characteristic leather jacket and stompers. His gaze so cold it could kill, his nose scrunched, and his jaw squared. It didn’t take him more than two seconds to find Jisung in the crowd and even less to stride his way to his brother, pinching his ear right away and pulling him away from Felix. 

Felix got a hand up to grab Jisung, but he must have seen Jisung’s smirk, because he let it fall without trying to help his friend in the end, only raising an eyebrow instead before rolling his eyes. 

“Whore,” Minho said as soon as he had thrown Jisung inside an open room in Felix’s house. 

“Min-”

“I thought my little brother wasn’t a slut, but one can never be completely sure.”

Oh, he was angry, angry. Jisung licked his lip, still not managing to take the smile off his own face. He sat on the bed using the impulse from Minho’s push and put his knees together. 

“I’m not a slut,” he whispered, looking up with his doe eyes at his brother.

Minho came closer, leaving the door open, and Jisung’s face was turned to the side.

He quickly moved a hand up to his cheek, already panting. Minho had only slapped his face once before. Jisung had come so hard that he had seen the Big Dipper on a cloudy night. 

“Try to say that again.”

“Minnie, I’m not a slut.”

Minho took him by the neck, pulling him up slightly from the bed, his knees still bent. 

“Try to say that again without getting hard because your brother slapped you.” Jisung whined. He couldn’t breathe. Minho pressed his throat harder. “See? You’re a slut, Sungie.” Minho let go of his neck and Jisung fell into the bed, first on his butt, then on his back. “But it’s okay, baby, you just have to be reminded from time to time whose slut you are.”

“Hyung-” he whined. Minho’s body was already over his, like a panther playing with a deer before devouring it. “-Hyung, the door.”

“You weren’t scared of everyone seeing you kiss your little friend, right?” Minho answered. Jisung swallowed thickly. 

What was happening wasn’t what he had planned. He thought Minho would take him back home, to Jisung’s bed, like he always did. Then, he would make him undress and get on his knees, and that time, Jisung had even prepared a little surprise, wishing Minho would finally cross the line. 

But he hadn’t accounted for him getting there at the worst possible moment and getting so angry that getting back home wasn’t on the plan anymore.

“Open,” Minho whispered, pressing a thumb to Jisung’s lower lip, making it dip. Jisung obliged, and even before the warmth of Minho’s saliva was hitting his tongue, his cock was already twitching. “Good boy. Now get your slutty pants off, Sungie. I’ll get you a skirt for next time if you like showing your ass that much.”

“But the door-”

Minho slapped him again, softer than before, but still enough to sting. 

“Mention the damn door one more time, Sungie.”

Jisung raised a hand to caress his cheek, but didn’t say anything else. When his brother got up, he followed, taking off his pants and obediently getting back on the bed. 

“Good, so good, darling,” Minho whispered, tracing the shape of his brother’s arched back. “Now, what do you think your punishment should be?”

Jisung knew the answer to that one. He had learnt his lesson a long time ago.

“That’s for hyung to decide.”

“Such a well-trained little puppy, my Sungie,” Minho purred, patting his ass. “Now, what would have happened if I hadn’t gotten here in time, hm?”

“Nothing-”

Ah, the first slap to his ass was always the best, marking fresh flesh (if Minho had let enough time pass between spankings), and sensitive enough to make Jisung wince. It always got him hard if he wasn’t there before. He, of course, was already hard that night, and that slap only made his cock twitch and his skin tingle with goosebumps. 

“Now, I don’t believe you, Sungie. You know what I found last week in your room, baby?”

Jisung knew, because he had made sure to let it out for his brother to find. 

He shook his head. Minho spanked him again. Jisung moaned loud enough for anyone going through the pasillo to hear it. 

“Tell me what I found, Jisung.”

“A dildo.”

“‘A’, not ‘my’,” Minho answered, and Jisung wasn’t sure what he was going at until Minho spanked him again, making him rock forwards and wish for Minho to have seated him over his lap like other times so he could grind against him instead of finding just the cold air against his hips, and asked: “so how many do you have, Sungie?”

“Only-”

“Don’t lie again or I’m leaving, Sungie.”

“I have five more.”

Minho smirked. He sat on the bed. He took Jisung’s neck and, as if he was taking a dog by the leash, he pulled him until Jisung was lying over his lap.

“Raise your hips, you know the deal.” Jisung was quick to obey. “I should slap you five times, Sungie. Such a naughty boy.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Minnie, not my face, please hyung.”

“So where do you want them?”

“My ass, please.”

“Such a whore,” Minho muttered, already gripping Jisung’s ass. “Any touch would do, hm?”

“If it’s from you-”

Minho snickered. “Don’t make me laugh. If any of your friends had what it takes, you’d bend for them right away.”

“No, hyung,” Jisung whined, almost tearing up. “Only for you, hyung. Only for you.”

Minho took Jisung’s chin, pulling him up. 

“You promise, Jisung? Only for me? Only for your big brother?”

“Only for you, hyung. Only for you, Minho.”

Minho tsked, but he moved forwards, and Jisung didn’t waste the opportunity, crawling to sit at Minho’s lap instead of hovering over it and pressing his lips against Minho’s, clinging to his jacket for dear life as he pushed against him. 

It was the first time Minho had given in to a kiss. Sometimes, it had seemed like he would, but he had always pulled back at the last moment, but that time, he was the one pushing Jisung’s mouth open with his tongue, almost choking him on it, licking all over, and leaving Jisung panting before pulling back. 

“Should have done this sooner,” Minho whispered before kissing his brother again. 

“Hyung,” Jisung whimpered, grinding his hips against Minho. 

“Get your slutty crop top off, Sungie,” Minho muttered. Jisung nodded and quickly got rid of it, not caring for the open door and being exposed anymore. Minho pushed him to his knees, making him stand with his chest at his brother's face level. “You’re still getting your punishment, Sungie.”

Jisung nodded, trying to rut his cock against his brother’s sculpted stomach. He didn’t expect the slap to his ass in that moment, making him hold onto Minho’s shoulders not to fall over him. Minho bit around one of the nipples Jisung had pushed in his face, making him yell.

“You really want your friends to find you like this, right, baby? Whimpering and begging for another spank from your brother.”

Jisung whined, but he nodded. He really wanted that. He wanted Minho to leave some visible marks for once, for someone to ask; the thrill of lying, or even better, of not lying and saying it had been his brother. His brother who worked him up so well he could make him come only by spanking him, his brother who liked to spit on his mouth and make him swallow, his brother who had so perfectly brought him up, so good that he could take every punishment. 

Minho kissed where he had bitten, then he bit down again, making Jisung moan and curve over him as he spanked him again, making Jisung leak in his underwear. 

“You’re going to ruin these, too,” Minho lamented. “What if we take them off, baby?”

Jisung nodded, quick to get back and up to do just that. Minho chuckled but didn’t stop him, and when Jisung’s pants were off, Minho didn’t let him climb back up.

“Spin around and bend over, Sungie.”

“Ah- I-”

“What did I just say?”

Jisung did as he was told, and as soon as he was bent, Minho got up, taking an angry step right behind him. 

“What the fuck are you wearing, Jisung?” he asked, and before he could answer, a sharp, rough spank made Jisung yelp. Minho grabbed Jisung’s asscheeks and pulled them apart. “Was this for-”

“For you, hyung.”

“For me?”

“I… I wanted you to come to the party and get me back home and then… see.”

“How was I supposed to see this, Sungie?” Minho asked as he tapped on the metal plug, the movement making Jisung gasp.

“Because…”

“Because?” Minho asked, pressing his thumb around Jisung’s rim. It was still wet with the lube he had used. 

“Because you’d punish me.”

“So you tried to play your older brother for a fool, Sungie?” 

“No! I-”

Minho smacked him again, hard enough to make both his cheeks bounce before he gripped them open again.

“You’re such a desperate whore you wanted your brother to catch you with a plug, why, baby?”

Jisung swallowed. It wasn’t embarrassing to say. Not anymore, not when he had come to terms with it a long time ago. But, still, it was difficult to say, like he was finally breaking the last taboo, as Minho had done with that kiss. 

“I want you to finally fuck me.”

“‘Finally’? Like a prize for you, Sungie?” Minho asked. He let go of Jisung’s cheeks just to spank him. Jisung jolted forward and grabbed at the wall in front of him. “Do you think you’ve earned a prize tonight, baby?”

“I haven’t,” Jisung whined.

“Good boy. You are right, you haven’t,” Minho answered easily, giving two of those quick soft slaps he liked to give Jisung from time to time, right where his butt met his leg. “But I’m feeling quite generous.”

Jisung felt a droplet of precum falling down his cockhead, splashing on the floor. 

“And I think you’ve been enduring long enough, hm?” Minho added. 

“Yes, hyung. Thank you, hyung,” Jisung said, almost moaning already. Minho kissed his lower back, then he dragged his teeth down one of his ass cheeks. He took Jisung’s hips and made him stand straight again. 

“You’re still way too spoiled,” Minho whispered in his ear before kissing the soft spot under it and making him turn to be able to kiss him again.

But then, as Jisung was reaching for Minho’s crotch as he moaned in his mouth, Minho took a step back and went to sit back on the bed. 

“Come here, on your knees, darling.”

Jisung gapped. Minho raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. And, slowly, Jisung got on his knees, a hand to the floor before the rest of his body. 

“It’s-” he mumbled. “It’s a little humiliating.”

“Why?” Minho asked, opening his legs and bending forward. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Jisung swallowed, sitting back on his heels, and then putting both hands in front of himself, nodding once. 

“Then how can it be humiliating, baby?” Minho whispered, calling him over with a finger. Jisung wanted to crawl quickly; in part, he was still worried that someone would find him like that, in part, he really wanted to be between Minho’s legs finally. 

But Minho tsked the moment Jisung tried to hurry up, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, looking away. 

Looking away.

It hurt worse than any spank to his ass or slap to his face had ever hurt. 

So Jisung slowed down, a hand then a knee, trying to arch his back, looking up at his brother with reverence all the while. And finally, when he nuzzled at his brother’s thighs like a little lost cat, it felt like a reward. 

Minho seemed to take pity on him and his doe eyes, caressing his hair softly. But when Jisung moved forward the last bit, attracted to his brother’s hardness right in front of him, Minho yanked him back by the hair.

“Aw, you want to suck me off, Sungie?” Minho asked. “You’re so obliging… But that’s not what we are here for, right?”

Jisung nodded, but Minho didn’t move, his eyes piercing Jisung’s soul as he kept his hand tangled in his hair, pulling on it just enough for Jisung to feel the tension. 

“Does your butt hurt, little brother?” Minho asked then. Jisung was taken aback, but he nodded. “Then come up here and ride me.”

“But-”

“Or I can go back home. Don’t bother to come back until tomorrow morning.”

“No!” Jisung yelled, putting a hand on his brother’s thigh in case he really thought of getting up. “I will, Minnie. Please.”

Minho smiled, caressing Jisung’s cheek, which was still red from the slap from before. 

“Come on then, come here and ride your brother.”

“Do- do you have more lube?”

“Do you need it, baby? Didn’t you stretch yourself enough? Got yourself wet and plugged for me?”

Jisung nodded. “I did, but… you’re big.”

“And you want me to believe that you don’t want it to hurt, hm?” 

“It’s my first time…” Jisung whispered, a mumble, as he looked down. He didn’t see the way Minho’s eyes widened before he could control his surprise. 

“Sungie, is that true?” he asked. Jisung nodded. “Have you been waiting for me?”

“I have, hyung.”

“Fuck,” Minho whispered, gripping his cock hard before letting go and moving back on the bed. He took a little packet from his leather jacket before taking it off. “If I found out you’re lying, you’re going to regret this, Sungie.”

“I’m not lying, hyung,” Jisung pouted. Minho smiled and teased his brother’s frown with a thumb until it disappeared. 

“Here you go, Sungie,” he said, throwing his brother the package of lube. “Get me and yourself ready.”

“Aren’t you-” ‘going to take your clothes off?’ he was going to ask, but Minho’s expression warned him, and he closed his mouth. Instead, he got into bed with Minho and opened his jeans. The hard, big bulge of his cock made it difficult, but he managed. 

Jisung pressed his hand against it. He had never had the opportunity to touch his brother before. Minho never let him. He looked up after doing so, worried that Minho would kick him out of the bed, but his brother was looking at him with half-lidded eyes, resting on his forearms, observing. 

He raised an eyebrow when he saw Jisung looking back at him, and Jisung looked back down quickly, as if he had been caught spying on his crush. 

He pulled on Minho’s underwear, relaxing at the pleased sound from his brother, and fished his cock out. 

He had been right, of course. Minho was big, both in girth and length, his angry red tip leaking, making itself look shiny. 

Jisung spread his own legs and bent forward, resting his head on his brother’s thigh as he guided his own hand back to take the plug out, letting a long breath out; a threat of lube fell onto the bed. 

“And you even asked for more… greedy,” Minho whispered. 

Jisung whined. He let the plug fall on the bed. He tried to stop his rim pulsing, feeling so empty after hours of walking around with the plug in, stretching him until it became a numbing sensation.

He gripped at Minho’s thigh to try to get back up on his knees, but he got distracted by the way his brother’s cock twitched when he grabbed him. He kissed the tip and, a soft press of his lips that made Minho close his eyes and take in a sharp breath.

So Jisung did it again. Minho grabbed his hair and pulled him off and his head backwards.

“You really can’t help yourself, hm? Turn around, you get three more slaps before you can ride me.”

“But!”

“Brat,” Minho answered, pulling on Jisung’s hair again as he tsked. 

Jisung turned around, spreading his legs open to each side of his brother’s and arching his back, presenting his ass. Minho gripped one of his cheeks, massaging it way too forcefully, then he let go of it and delivered the first slap. 

Jisung moaned, hiding his face on the sheets and biting into them. 

Minho slapped him again, putting more strength into it. Jisung wasn’t sure if he would ever taste his full strength, or if he had done and Minho kept training just to make the next session more painful. 

Jisung hummed, a whine muttered by the sheets he was biting into. 

And then, instead of slapping him again, Minho pulled his asscheeks apart. 

“What a mess,” he whispered. “You’re pulsating, leaking lube all over me,” he said, his tone as normal as if he was talking about buying groceries. “Dirty slut,” he added, and Jisung felt the spat, the saliva hitting his hole, and Minho’s thumb pushing it in. 

He moaned, loud and clear, unprepared for it. 

“I bet you could take me just with enough spit,” Minho muttered. He hooked his finger and stretched Jisung’s rim. “I bet you would like to take me dry,” he added, spitting again. 

Jisung whined. There was a pool of drool forming on the pillow, and he could feel how his teeth were tearing the fabric. 

And then, Minho let go of his hole. Jisung mourned the lost, even when it had been a rough stretch. But then Minho slapped his raw rim making Jisung cry out loud as his cock drooled. 

“Hm, let them hear the painwhore that you’re Sungie, let’s see if sweet Felix can deal with you after knowing that part of you.”

“Hyung-” Jisung cried. “Don’t- don’t be mean.”

“Sungie, I’m just doing this for your good, hm? You can’t just leave for a party where it’s normal to… kiss your friends. That’s something sluts do.”

“Hyung- but- I wasn’t going to do anything else.”

“But do you think someone else would think that, Sungie? You’re too easy. Someday a bigger guy than Felix will want their way with you, and you’ll let them.”

“No!”

“Then they will have it anyway.”

“Hyung won’t let that happen,” Jisung answered, turning to lock his doe eyes with his brother’s.

“That’s right, Sungie. That’s why you shouldn’t go to parties.”

“I know hyung.”

“But you came to this one.”

“I… I wanted to make you jealous, hyung.”

Minho tsked. He took in a deep breath and raised his hand. Jisung prepared for the slap; when it came, it made Jisung rock his hips and let out a soft moan. It was the last one, so Minho pulled on his hips back and made Jisung sit on his lap. It stung to sit, but Jisung could endure it in favor of being close to his brother.

“So, am I not enough of a good brother, Sungie?” he asked, throwing a curlball to Jisung. 

“No! You are, hyung, of course.”

“It sounds like I wasn’t paying you enough attention.”

“You were-”

“Hm, maybe you’re right. I think we should move all your things to my room and close yours, you can sleep spread open in my cock every night, Sungie, like that you won’t feel so lonely.”

“Hyung,” Jisung moaned, already thinking of how it would feel to sleep with his brother’s cock inside, stretching him every night, all night. 

“Let’s prepare you for it then, hm?” Jisung nodded, ecstatic. He turned around and wrapped his legs around his brother’s thighs again. Minho took the package Jisung had forgotten at the side of the bed and ripped it open. “Since I’m choosing to believe it’s your first time,” he said, getting his cock covered in lube. 

“It is,” Jisung whined, pouting his lips. Minho cooed at him as he grabbed him by the hips and lifted him. “Hyung,” Jisung gasped as he felt Minho’s blunt head against his rim. “Slow, please,” he tried.

“Slow… as slow as you want, baby,” Minho whispered, against his ear, slowly, as he had promised, pushing Jisung down on his cock. “So we can last longer, hm? So it’s easier for your friends to find us.”

“Minho-”

“Ssh… don’t worry, Sungie, afterall we are only fucking with the door open at a party, yeah? No one-”

“Minho-”

“What if I called your little friend?” Minho teased, only halfway inside Jisung, and already stretching him so much that Jisung thighs were quivering, but Jisung was trying to get down faster, scared. “Felix!” Minho shouted.

“Hyung!” 

Minho let go of his hands, and Jisung sank down completely, whimpering in pain and moaning in pleasure af the same time as he tried to cover his brother’s mouth with his hands, tears rolling down his cheeks, but before he had even recovered from the shock of the idea of Felix finding him riding his brother, Jisung was already rolling his hips.

He bent forward, arching his back and moaning against his hands, still on top of Minho’s mouth, keeping him quiet. As he always did, Jisung searched for his own pleasure, quickly finding his prostate and abusing the feeling of pressing his brother’s cock head against it, rubbing again and again. 

Minho licked his palm and Jisung opened his eyes. 

“Little slut forgot I have to breathe?” Minho teased, but before Jisung could answer, he was kissing him and then around his jaw, a couple of hands on Jisung’s hips helping him roll them. “My little brother, doing so well for a first time.”

“It is my first time.”

“I know, baby,” Minho finally confessed. “I know. And you saved it all for your big brother, hm?”

“I- I had too-”

“Are you close already, Sungie?” Minho asked, a whisper before he bent to suck a mark on Jisung's neck. Jisung tried to nood but couldn’t, he whined instead. “Keep going, baby, make yourself come.”

“It hurts-” Jisung whined. He was still crying. It felt so good, but it hurt so bad. His cheeks were burning with the imprints of Minho’s hands, his rim was too sensitive, Minho’s cock was too big, making him feel like he was in his stomach. 

“My poor baby brother,” Minho mumbled before sucking another mark closer to the center of Jisung’s neck. 

Jisung wanted to mock him for calling him ‘brother’ so many times now that they were finally fucking, but all he could really do was moan and whine again when Minho thrusted up, pressing against the marks on his cheeks and rubbing against his prostate.

“Again-” he pleaded.

Minho had always been strict, but also fair, and, on top of all that, he was doting. That’s why he always gave Jisung more than he asked for, as much when they were eating out, giving each other presents, or giving his younger brother a punishment. Jisung will always end up with more than he asked for.

So Minho moved again, again and again as he hugged Jisung close and moaned against the wet marks in his neck, gripping him like he was scared he would be taken away by a wind stroke, by a realisation. 

“Minho!” 

It sounded broken and yet like a beautiful melody, his brother coming hard between their bodies, spilling hot cum all over Minho’s belly, marking him in a way Jisung had never noticed Minho also needed. 

And so he followed close, pressing his brother down and thrusting into him, making sure his cum would stay deep inside him as he bit down on his shoulder, making him yelp in overstimulation as his soft cock was pinched between their stomachs. 

“Min-” Jisung whimpered. 

“Are you okay, baby?” Jisung nodded but didn’t say anything. “I’m going to pull out, okay?”

“No,” Jisung whined. “It took you long enough,” he pouted.

Minho giggled.

“I’ll do it again tomorrow morning.”

“Promise?”

“Promise, Sungie.”

“And the day after.”

“Whenever you want, however you want.”

“Hm… I want you to spit on me more.”

Minho blushed.

“Let me close the door and get something to clean you, baby.”

“No, stay.”

“You’re so demanding, such a princess,” Minho whispered, fixing a couple of locks that had stuck to Jisung’s forehead and tugging the waves behind his ear. 

Jisung smiled at both the nickname and the action, and hid his face in Minho’s neck crook. Minho tsked, but he held him until his brother fell asleep, and then, carefully, he slipped off him and went to close the door and push the desk against it, just in case, because no one should see his brother like that, perfectly sleep and soft, covered in his marks and dripping his cum. 

He took one of Felix’s or whoevers bedroom that was t-shirts and cleaned Jisung as best as he could, then, he lied next to him and kissed his neck, making him shiver before he pushed the covers over both of them. 

Jisung made himself small, and his brother wrapped around him keeping him close to his beating heart.

“You’re a great brother, hyung,” Jisung mumbled, more than half-sleep, almost a unconscious sentence.

“I know.”