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Soobin loves it when Beomgyu bottoms from the top. He's pretty bossy in all positions, but like this he really takes control, practically using Soobin as a human dildo while Soobin gets the incredible view of him bouncing on it like his life depends on it. All he can do is grip Beomgyu’s hips and enjoy the ride.
Beomgyu leans forward to drag his teeth along Soobin's neck. “You love it when I fuck you like this, don't you?”
Soobin feels his face flush. He really does. He also loves it when Beomgyu talks to him like this, when he makes it clear that he's the one in charge even though Soobin’s dick is in his ass.
Beomgyu grabs his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Answer me,” he demands.
“Y-Yeah, I love it,” Soobin gasps out. Beomgyu's firm grip feels thrilling. He really likes being handled like this, slightly rough and forceful.
“Thought so,” Beomgyu says in satisfaction, pushing his head back against the pillow. “You get so dumb like this, baby, it's so cute.”
Soobin shivers. Beomgyu’s being so taunting, almost mean, and it’s really doing something to Soobin. Yeah, maybe he goes a little dumb for Beomgyu. How could he not? Beomgyu makes it so easy, treating Soobin like he's nothing more than his toy. Making him lie there and take it while he rides his soul out. Soobin’s head goes fuzzy, a strange warmth washing over him, and he makes a soft sound of confusion.
“Shhh.” Beomgyu shoves two fingers past Soobin’s lips, and it's like pressing a button: Soobin’s mind shuts off, his world narrowing down to the feeling of having his mouth full. He can be quiet for Beomgyu. He tries to suck at the digits, but for some reason he's having trouble controlling his mouth, like the signals from his brain are traveling in slow motion.
“Sloppy,” Beomgyu teases, pulling his fingers out and gives Soobin a light, wet smack on the cheek. Soobin’s eyes swim into focus with difficulty, and he's faintly aware of the drool dripping past his lips.
“Oh.” Beomgyu's face lights up in surprise. “I think you’re dropping.”
Soobin blinks. “Huh?”
Beomgyu looks at him in a sort of assessing manner. “Do you feel okay?”
Soobin is confused by the question. He feels fucking great. “Y-Yeah. Feel really good, Gyu.”
Beomgyu kisses his nose. “Then don't worry about it, baby. Let go for me, okay? I’m right here, I got you. You can just lie there and be my good boy.”
Soobin’s stomach tightens up. Yeah, he can be Beomgyu’s good boy. At this moment, it feels like nothing else matters. He allows his head to swim pleasantly, surrendering to the sensation of Beomgyu's hole around him and his hands on Soobin’s chest, bracing himself so he can fuck him faster. Soobin’s body feels so tingly, his head so light. He doesn't even notice the look on Beomgyu’s face, the one he always gets when he's about to try something new.
“Look at you, going stupid for me,” Beomgyu coos. “Can’t even think, can you, baby?”
Soobin nods desperately, glad that Beomgyu understands. All his thoughts are swimming half-formed in his head, and the only thing that’s really anchoring him is Beomgyu, on top of him, all around him, the center of his world. It’s okay if he goes all stupid and thoughtless; there's no need to be embarrassed about it, because Beomgyu will take care of him. He always does.
“Love you,” he sighs, and Beomgyu’s face softens like sunlight.
“I love you too, Soobin, so much. Love seeing you like this, I’m so lucky.” He cups Soobin’s cheek and feeds a thumb into his mouth, which is exactly what Soobin needs. Beomgyu knows how much he likes having something in his mouth. It gets him all spacey like this, sometimes, but it's never been this intense. He can hear himself whining around Beomgyu’s thumb, but he can't control it, even as his sounds rise in pitch and volume.
“Noisy puppy,” Beomgyu says, and Soobin’s head spins. Puppy. He feels exactly like a puppy right now, overexcited and overwhelmed and so needy. He can't help being noisy, not when it feels this incredible, but it's okay because Beomgyu didn't tell him to be quiet. If he did, Soobin would try his very best, because good puppies follow orders, and he wants to be so good for Beomgyu.
Which is why he knows he should say something when he feels his balls start to tighten — Beomgyu always likes hearing it when he makes Soobin come — but the words just won't form on his tongue. It’s not his fault. Puppies aren't supposed to think. Aren't supposed to speak. He whines in frustration, and with incredible effort manages to whisper out, “Beomgyu…”
Beomgyu cards a hand through his hair. He knows the look on Soobin's face all too well. “Coming?”
Soobin nods jerkily, fingers digging into Beomgyu’s hips.
“So fucking cute,” Beomgyu says. “Go ahead, baby, give it to me.”
Soobin tries to thrust up weakly with what's left of his strength, and Beomgyu speeds up his pace to match, sitting all the way down with every bounce. Now that Soobin’s been given permission, there's no reason to hold back. He holds Beomgyu down firmly on his cock when he comes, wanting to shoot as deep inside him as possible. He loves coming inside Beomgyu, and right now it feels so primal, like he's claiming him with every spurt that paints his insides. Mine, mine, he tries to say, but all that comes out is a pathetic growl.
“You came so much, shit,” Beomgyu breathes. Soobin can feel it, already leaking out of Beomgyu even though he’s still plugging him up. Beomgyu squeezes around him, rolling his hips again, and Soobin shudders in pleasurable agony.
“Need to pull out?” Beomgyu asks. Soobin nods again, overcome with love at how Beomgyu knows him so well, understands him even without words. Beomgyu mercifully lifts off of him and kneels over Soobin's stomach instead, touching himself properly for the first time.
Soobin gazes in drowsy amazement at the sight of Beomgyu pumping his cock frantically, making beautiful sounds straight out of Soobin’s dreams. His back arches when he comes, spraying all over Soobin’s chest and throat with a guttural moan. He must have been seriously turned on to come so fast, and Soobin swells with pride, knowing it's all because of him.
Beomgyu gives him a kiss, then leans over him to fetch tissues from the nightstand. “We need to invest in a cum rag or something.”
Soobin wrinkles his nose in disgust, making Beomgyu laugh. Soobin’s senses are slowly starting to return, the ringing in his ears fading, his breathing growing even. Beomgyu wipes him down, giving him time to come down from whatever strange high he’s in, and then he curls up into Soobin’s side like a koala.
“Back to earth?” he says, rubbing circles into Soobin’s chest. The motion is rhythmic and grounding.
“Yeah, ’m here,” Soobin says, his tongue feeling kind of heavy. “I… don't really know where I went.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes,” Soobin answers without hesitation. “That was crazy, Beomgyu. I've never felt like that. It was so, so nice.” He’s already missing that wonderful, weightless sensation.
“I’m glad,” Beomgyu says, with a kiss to his neck. “I didn't know it could happen spontaneously like that, so I was worried it would be too much.”
“No, it was perfect … but what is it, exactly?”
“Okay, don't ask why I know so much about this, it’s Yeonjun-hyung’s fault,” Beomgyu says. “But it’s a BDSM thing — subspace. When you're submitting so hard you go into this altered state of mind. I think that's what happened. Yeonjun says it’s like being high.”
“It really did feel like that,” Soobin says. “Wow. I didn't know I was submissive like that.”
Beomgyu shoots him a look. “Seriously?”
“Not like, in a BDSM way!”
Beomgyu shrugs. “I've never thought of myself as a dom either, but that was so fucking sexy, Soobin. I really, really liked seeing you like that.”
“Maybe it's just because you're a pervert,” Soobin offers.
“That is so fucking rich coming from you! Your brain melted just because I called you puppy.”
“It was melting before that,” Soobin says defensively. “Actually, when you called me dumb. I think that’s what set it off.”
“That’s hot,” Beomgyu says appreciatively. “You like being my dumb little puppy so much.”
Soobin’s dick twitches valiantly, trying its best to get hard again. “You're gonna abuse that, aren't you?”
“Mmm, no. I’m gonna save it for later,” Beomgyu says. That prospect is almost more terrifying, because Beomgyu likes to plot. And in this situation, Beomgyu is in complete control of everything. Soobin at the mercy of his every evil whim.
He’s definitely getting hard again.
It doesn't come up again for a while. They keep having sex like normal — which is to say, fucking incredible. There are definitely moments Soobin notices (Beomgyu making him beg more than usual, putting his fingers in his mouth more often) but nothing big. Nothing too different.
They're turning in for the night, and Soobin isn't expecting anything more than sleep, but after the lights are off Beomgyu turns on a small lamp and crawls on top of Soobin.
“I have a gift for you,” he whispers in Soobin’s ear. He looks mischievous enough for Soobin to know that it's a sexual surprise. Did Beomgyu finally cave on the anime schoolgirl outfit?
“Really?”
“Yes. But you have to be naked for me to give it to you.”
Soobin laughs. “Wow, okay. Not even gonna try to build up to it.”
“Nope,” Beomgyu says, getting off the bed. “Strip.”
Soobin obeys, getting rid of his comfy pajamas, and Beomgyu comes back from the closet with his hands held behind his back. “Eyes closed.”
Soobin closes them dutifully, and in the next moment he feels Beomgyu's hands around his neck. A wide length of what feels like leather presses against his throat, and there's a small metallic sound as Beomgyu claps it shuts around the back of his neck.
“Oh,” Soobin utters. His hands fly up to his throat to feel it. A collar. There's even a small ring on the front — as if to attach a leash, his brain supplies helpfully.
“Do you like it? I was thinking you could be my puppy again.” Beomgyu watches attentively for his reaction. Soobin finds it cute that he looks a tiny bit nervous, as if he's worried Soobin might not be into it. The reality is that Soobin likes it a little too much, maybe. He doesn't want to be all intense about it already, so he simply lets out a woof.
Beomgyu tosses his head back with laughter. “You freak.”
“You're the one who bought the collar,” Soobin argues, as Beomgyu climbs into his lap.
“And you're the one wearing it,” Beomgyu reminds him, tugging at the metal ring. “Know your place.”
Oh, he's already starting. Soobin could really get used to this.
They kiss lazily while Soobin’s mind races. He can't wait to feel like he did last time. It was already incredible, but now that he knows it's coming, there's the added thrill of anticipation. He’s excited to see what Beomgyu has in store.
“I had an idea for how to do this,” Beomgyu murmurs into his neck. “I was thinking about last time. I really noticed it happening when I put my fingers in your mouth. Which makes sense, because you have a ridiculous oral fixation.”
“Hey!”
“So, let me put something in your mouth,” Beomgyu continues, eyes twinkling. “Let’s see if you like it so much you can go under for me.”
“I like that plan,” Soobin says. He pulls Beomgyu off his lap and sits him at the edge of the bed. Soobin kneels on the floor, making space for himself between Beomgyu’s legs. It's hot how he's completely naked while Beomgyu’s still clothed; although he eagerly tugs Beomgyu’s pants off, he leaves the shirt on. It’s one of Soobin’s oversized tees, and he feels a possessive appreciation for how small and cute Beomgyu looks in it.
Beomgyu fists a hand in Soobin’s hair. “Just do what I tell you, okay?”
“Okay,” Soobin agrees quickly, eager to dive in, but Beomgyu holds his head firmly in place.
“You need to tell me if you want to stop. And we should probably have a stop-signal if you can't speak. I noticed it was kind of hard for you last time.”
He says it teasingly, but Soobin’s heart swells at the amount of care Beomgyu's putting into this, how he's thought of everything so Soobin doesn't have to. This is probably why his brain even felt safe enough to submit to him like that in the first place, why he feels so safe now.
He wants to say I love you but instead he says, “what if I just pinch you really hard?”
“That works,” Beomgyu says with a grin. “Now open up, puppy.”
Soobin’s lips part obediently, enough to allow Beomgyu to push his cock through them. Soobin loves having Beomgyu in his mouth before he's fully hard. It’s so rewarding to work him up to it. He starts sucking greedily, wanting to feel it fill out on his tongue, but Beomgyu tugs sharply on his hair.
“I didn't tell you to do that, did I?” His tone is stern, like he's talking to a disobedient dog. It’s unfair how good he is at employing the perfect amount of scolding, just enough to make Soobin desperate to do better so he can hear praise instead.
“Stay still and let me fuck that pretty mouth.”
Beomgyu uses his grip on Soobin’s hair to work his mouth up and down, while Soobin does his best to keep his jaw loose. Then, when Beomgyu’s fully hard, he holds Soobin in place and starts thrusting into his mouth. Soobin already knows how much he loves this; he recognizes that floaty-headed feeling he gets sometimes when Beomgyu fucks his mouth like this. It must have been the precursor to subspace. Knowing that, he leans into it, letting his senses narrow down to the feeling of Beomgyu filling his mouth so perfectly.
It’s not like a switch suddenly flipping, more like a gradual fall into a pile of feathers, barely noticing that he's buried until he's already at the bottom. Soobin can’t even swallow, letting the drool spill past his stretched lips. Everything sounds like he's underwater: Beomgyu's moans, the filthy wet sounds, Soobin’s own involuntary whines.
A gentle tap on his cheek, and Beomgyu stops, much to Soobin’s devastation. “Soobin?”
Soobin blinks up at Beomgyu, who's looking at him like he's anticipating a response. It takes him a second to realize that Beomgyu must have asked him a question.
“Oh, you're so gone already,” Beomgyu coos, gazing into his glassy eyes. “So easy. I asked if you were okay, puppy.”
Soobin nods eagerly, and thankfully Beomgyu goes back to fucking his mouth. He’s rougher with it now, properly using Soobin, seeing how deep he can make him take it. Soobin’s body is so lax that he barely gags on it, even when Beomgyu buries himself all the way down his throat and starts fucking it.
“Oh my god,” Beomgyu groans. “Taking it so well, Soobinie.”
The way Beomgyu’s ramming into his throat makes tears slide down his cheeks. It makes him feel so pathetic, which only pushes him further into this floaty feeling. He always gets off on Beomgyu using him like he's made for his pleasure, and it feels multiplied by a hundred right now, the lack of air making him lightheaded. When Beomgyu pulls out of his mouth, his body involuntarily draws in a massive breath, choking slightly on it.
Beomgyu pets his head. “Too far?” he asks softly. Soobin shakes his head hard. It was a lot, yes, but it was perfect. He already wants it back in his mouth, opening up in anticipation, but Beomgyu pushes his head away.
“Ah, look how hard you are, cutie.” Beomgyu tilts Soobin’s head down until he’s staring straight at his own very erect dick. He hadn't even really noticed, too busy concentrating on the delicious sensation of having his mouth fucked, but now that Beomgyu’s directed his attention to it, he realizes he’s so hard it hurts. Beomgyu tugs on his hair again, and they both watch his dick twitch.
“Puppy needs to fuck something, huh?” Beomgyu says, sympathetic. Soobin nods hard, his collar jingling. He needs it so bad. He’ll take anything Beomgyu gives him.
“I wanna see you hump your pillow like a good dog,” Beomgyu muses. “Will you do that for me?”
Another nod, another twitch of his dick. The idea of doing something so shamelessly horny is embarrassing, but it’s even more arousing. It’s what a real puppy would do, isn't it? More than that, it’s what Beomgyu’s asked of him, and he never wants to say no to Beomgyu.
He scrambles up onto the bed and lets Beomgyu pick out a pillow for him. Beomgyu sits opposite him, in the perfect spot to watch, and Soobin starts to feel a little shy just straddling the pillow. Beomgyu instructs, “close your eyes, don't worry about me. Just make yourself feel good, okay?”
Soobin nods, letting his eyes slip shut so that he can fully focus on his sense of touch. He rolls his hips experimentally, getting used to the soft cotton, the plush pillow. He develops a good rhythm pretty quickly, simply letting his body do what it wants. It feels so good to let his mind drift away as he humps mindlessly, with the simple goal of chasing his own pleasure, at his own pace. He feels his cock drooling onto the pillow, creating a pleasantly wet slide.
He’s so deep in this pleasant headspace that he almost forgets about his audience — until he hears a moan that isn't his own. Blinking his eyes open blearily, he's greeted with the sight of Beomgyu on his knees, slightly bent forwards, with one hand behind him. Soobin can't see what's going on under the long shirt, but he can hear the telltale sound of Beomgyu fucking himself. His hips slow to a stop, mouth open as he takes it in.
“I didn't tell you to stop,” Beomgyu says, not breaking eye contact even as he works his fingers in and out of himself. “Focus on your pillow, puppy.”
Soobin tries to regain his rhythm, but now the immersion is broken. He can't get himself to focus again, too distracted by what’s happening right in front of him. He’s imagining that those are his fingers instead, imagining how Beomgyu feels around them, and the pillow is incredibly lacking by comparison. He folds it in half, chasing more firmness, more friction, but there's no use. He wants tight wet heat, not fluffy feathers. He needs more. He needs Beomgyu.
A broken whine escapes Soobin, and tears spill from his eyes again. It’s amazing how easily he cries when he’s like this, all pretenses replaced by pure emotion.
“Not enough?” Beomgyu asks gently. Soobin shakes his head, widening his watery eyes in a plea for mercy.
“Okay, love.” Beomgyu turns around onto all fours, presenting his ass to Soobin. “You can mount me, puppy.”
If Soobin had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy. Beomgyu’s ass looks so inviting, his hole wet and pink from being played with. He can't abandon the pillow fast enough, eagerly crawling into position behind Beomgyu. They both moan when Soobin pushes inside, his big cock still a tight fit despite the prep.
Beomgyu lets his upper body fall onto the mattress, and Soobin holds his ass up with a tight grip as he begins to pound into Beomgyu in earnest. It’s like he can't control his hips, still following Beomgyu’s instructions for the pillow-humping: just make yourself feel good. He fucks Beomgyu deep, barely pulling out before he thrusts back in again.
Beomgyu definitely doesn't mind the rough pace, if the sounds he's making are any indication. He's the one who sounds like a puppy now, pitchy whines punched out of his chest every time Soobin fucks into him.
“That's right, baby,” he pants, getting rocked into the mattress with every thrust. “Use me, ah, good boy.”
It makes Soobin blush all the way down to his chest. Beomgyu’s ass feels almost overwhelming compared to the weak pleasure of the pillow. He's taking it so well, clenching tight around him the way Soobin likes it. He feels so fucking good, his whole body and brain warm and melty, and he doesn't want to come yet but he can already feel that low throbbing.
With every ounce of strength in his body, Soobin forces himself to stop. Beomgyu looks over his shoulder through his pretty lashes. “Too much?”
“A little,” Soobin breathes. “Wan— wanna see you.”
He pulls out, letting Beomgyu roll over onto his back. He tries to compose himself, but it’s really hard with this view of Beomgyu: his long hair fanning across the pillow, his cock hard against his soft stomach, a mouthwatering blushed shade that makes Soobin want to take it into his mouth again.
Then Beomgyu leans up and hooks a finger into the ring on Soobin’s collar, pulling him close. “Keep going,” he says, spreading his legs invitingly. “It’s okay if you come. I’m close, too.”
Soobin is so grateful for the permission, because as soon as he reenters Beomgyu’s slick hole, he knows he’s not going to last. Beomgyu keeps him in place by the collar, bodies flush together, so that Soobin can’t properly thrust; he has no choice but to rut into him just like he was humping his pillow earlier. Beomgyu digs his heels into Soobin’s back, forcing him in deeper.
“Beomgyu,” he whimpers mindlessly, hips kicking. “Ah, nnh, ’m gonna— ah, ah, I’m—”
“That’s right, baby,” Beomgyu pants, sounding delirious with pleasure himself. “Is puppy going to breed me?”
Soobin groans brokenly, digging his teeth hard into Beomgyu’s neck to ground himself. The thought of filling Beomgyu so good that it takes ... it possesses him like a primal urge, and he snaps his hips harder, rougher. “Yes, y-yes, fuck…”
“Go ahead then,” Beomgyu goads him. “Knock me up, Soobin, give me your pups—”
Soobin slams inside, all the way to the hilt, and comes with an animalistic wail. His hips twitch minutely as he unloads deep inside Beomgyu, trying his best not to pull out at all. He doesn't want a single drop to spill out, needs to breed Beomgyu properly like a good dog.
Beomgyu moans lewdly, slipping a hand between them to jerk himself. “Don’t stop until I’m done,” he demands breathlessly, so Soobin keeps fucking into him while Beomgyu’s hand flies over his leaking cock. Beomgyu wasn’t lying about being close; it only takes a few strokes before he’s coming all over himself, shooting so hard that he coats Soobin’s chest too. His orgasm makes him clench down so hard on Soobin’s softening cock, and the oversensitivity makes Soobin whimper pathetically.
Beomgyu’s grip on the collar loosens, his hand coming up to pet Soobin’s hair instead. “Okay, you can pull out now.”
Soobin does, slowly, and the loss of the wet warmth makes him whine. Now that he’s done his job, it’s like his mind finally allows his body to let go; his arms give out and he collapses on top of Beomgyu. Usually Beomgyu would shove him off, complaining about being crushed, but this time he just wraps his arms around Soobin and hugs him even closer.
“My sweet puppy,” he croons into Soobin’s ear, stroking his back soothingly. “You’re all tired out, huh?”
Soobin nods into the crook of Beomgyu's neck. He’s crying again, although he doesn't quite remember when that started back up. Beomgyu feels the tears on his skin and tugs Soobin’s head back so he can look at him.
“Baby,” Beomgyu murmurs, his eyes tinged with concern. “Are you okay? What’s the matter?”
“N-Nothing,” Soobin says with a sniff. “Good tears.” And it’s true — he feels wrung out, but in the best way possible. It’s the satisfied kind of exhaustion that comes after a good workout or a long study session.
Beomgyu relaxes. “Okay, good. Just checking, cause I think you went pretty deep there. Think you might still be, a little bit.”
“Coming back slowly,” Soobin mumbles, tucking his face back into Beomgyu’s neck. His head still feels like it's stuffed with cotton, but he’s regaining a bit of post-orgasm clarity, able to think and speak in full sentences at least.
Beomgyu laughs fondly and kisses the top of Soobin’s head. “Take your time, love. You were so incredible, you know that? So good for me, I’m so proud of you.”
The praise makes Soobin’s heart so warm, radiating outward like a sun into his whole body. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah. I loved seeing you let go for me like that,” Beomgyu sighs dreamily. “But how was it for you?”
“Amazing,” Soobin confesses. “I think I really, really like subspace.”
“That makes two of us,” Beomgyu says. “I definitely want to explore that more. Wanna explore other things, too. Don't think I didn't notice how much you liked the idea breeding me.”
“You brought it up!” Soobin protests, hiding his face.
“Cause I knew how much you'd like it,” Beomgyu says smugly. “I know you so well, puppy.”
“A little too well,” Soobin grumbles, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He He loves how easily he can hand over his trust to Beomgyu, knowing that he’s completely safe with him. Knowing that Beomgyu will always take care of him and look after him, just like he does now, nudging Soobin’s shoulder and saying, “we need to get some water in you and then a shower, yeah?”
“Too tired,” Soobin whines.
“I’ll do all the work, you big baby,” Beomgyu snorts. “Come on, up you go.”
Soobin allows himself to be dragged off the bed and into the bathroom, and although he's still complaining, he’s secretly looking forward to Beomgyu washing his hair for him, tucking him into bed afterwards. His body feels so loose and light, his heart so happy it could soar. He’s the luckiest puppy in the world.