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Seungmin wakes up in a daze, sweat cold and heart thumping loudly against his chest.
The time on his phone reads 3:30 AM. Devil's hour. Fuck. Fuck. It's been, what, like the third time this week already? Raking a hand through his hair, Seungmin breathes shakily and looks down at his soiled boxers with nothing but sheer disappointment - fuck, if someone finds out then he really is in for it.
It's still dark. The only light in the room casted by a street light through the window. Seungmin couldn't see well in the dark, but judging from the dead silence and seemingly lifeless energy indicates that his roommates are still fast asleep - thankfully. Seungmin slowly clambers down the bunk bed, icky with every movement from the warmth of his release. He carefully tiptoes his way to his wardrobe, keen on not making any noise and as soon he gets a fresh pair of boxers, he bolts out of the room.
Every step to the bathroom leaks with shame. The heat in his lower belly should have subdued by now - but it's still there, fizzling and threatening to spill over and he can feel himself still half-hard despite his previous orgasm that Seungmin kinda wants to bang his head on the nearest wall to knock some sense into the post-orgasmic haze his brain is still in. Maybe that would work. It should work.
What was he thinking, having a wet dream and coming in his boxers like some teenager fresh from puberty. Being swallowed by the ground seems a lot appealing now.
Once he sees his reflection in the mirror, all stubborn pretense leaves Seungmin's body. There's a flush high on his cheeks, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and he's breathing like he's being chased, fast and uncontrolled. The loose shirt he has on is almost slipping past his right shoulder, revealing his collarbones and Seungmin had to hold onto the sink to ground himself. He looks like he had a good dream.
He looks blissfully fucked out.
With a sigh, Seungmin strips himself off of his boxers with the thought of nothing but the culprit behind all this.
Lee Minho.
Theoretically speaking, Seungmin knows he shouldn't be feeling like this. There's too many risks involved and Seungmin doesn't like toying with the devil's bait.
But they say the devil comes in a travesty form of beauty, luring its prey with the seemingly finest thing in life and practically speaking, Seungmin is nothing but just a human.
He's weak.
Really, it's just a wig. Pieces of synthetic faux hair put together to resemble a real one and Seungmin knows that - hadn't paid much attention to it actually when one of the stylists brought it in, only casting it a quick glance because the item doesn't concern him in any way.
That is, until Minho came in wearing that wig and suddenly it isn't just a wig anymore.
"Seungminnie, does noona look pretty?" Minho had whispered playfully, breath tickling the shell of his ear as a shiver went right through his spine. It was meant as a joke only, but goosebumps scattered his skin from the warmth brought by Minho's voice. What the hell.
He's no stranger to Minho's teasing, and has found himself on the receiving end of his mischief in more ways than one ever since they first met. In a way, he's not particularly unfamiliar with the glint of deviltry in the elder's eyes like he's playing Seungmin like a toy, like he's nothing but just a pastime fit to entertain Minho anytime he'd like.
Though, nothing could prepare him for that moment, Minho looking like that and referring to himself as noona - fire quickly spread in his lower belly, going rigid when he made eye contact with Minho through the mirror.
Minho is too pretty. Seungmin thinks it's the wig. That damned wig - he's calling it the devil's bait from now on - had suited Minho far better than he was expecting. The soft brown locks of hair fit Minho's already lovely face, framing it in a way that makes him look dainty and delicate, like someone Seungmin should protect. Light red tinted his lips, soft around the edges, making it look plumper and remarkably soft and full and - and god, was he actually losing his damn mind over Minho?
That same night, Seungmin finds himself panting as he wakes up, shocked, bothered, hot and definitely mortified from the fact that he'd dreamt of Minho. Minho on his knees, wet tears glistening his face, cheeks hollowed as he takes Seungmin's cock in his mouth like it's all that he's meant to do. The wig had made the elder look far more innocent than he actually is, and the doe eyes staring back at Seungmin in his dream as he fucked into the tight heat of his mouth was enough to spur his orgasm until he's coming in his boxers so hard it wakes him up.
Fuck, fuck, his mind helpfully supplies. I had a wet dream. About Minho hyung. Oh fuck.
But it didn't just stop with one, single dream - no, it had to happen a second time, much to Seungmin's chagrin (a bit of delight, actually).
The second time it happened, Seungmin had woken up to a pillow in between his legs and grinding against it like his life depended on it, arousal dripping down every nerve in his body. Maybe his life depended on it, who knows. The Minho in his dream, this time, had straddled his lap, hips moving in dizzying circles that had Seungmin see stars. It felt all too real. From the way dream Minho had an arm hooked around his broad shoulders as he kept grinding down against the younger, from how Seungmin had a death grip on Minho's waist, trying to gain just a little semblance of control in the situation they're in.
What's more interesting was the thigh high skirt that adorned Minho's petite frame. God, what a sight that was. The elder's thighs caged Seungmin by the hips, thick thighs flexing from the effort, his wig a pretty mess but still remaining as gorgeous as ever. Staccato breaths kept spilling past his lips, and Seungmin didn't understand how dry humping like horny teenagers felt that good but he wasn't about to complain, not when he got to see Minho almost losing himself from pleasure on top of him.
"Seungminnie," Minho exhaled shakily, practically bouncing up and down his lap. A feline smirk graced his pretty lips, "you weren't being very discreet lately, think I didn't notice how you're looking at me?"
What dream Minho had said should've stopped him, but not even a single ounce of guilt had stopped Seungmin from reaching his climax the second time all because of Minho. Clearly, he was more than mortified once he'd calmed down from his high - but gosh, if it wasn't worth the shame.
Which now brings him to the third time it happens - Seungmin doesn't even know how Minho and his pretty wig had found its way to his dreams again when he'd made sure to steer clear from anything Minho related, but then again, was he really complaining?
If his two previous dreams had been on the milder side, this time, however, Seungmin is pretty sure he's lost half of his rational thinking capability sometime during his deep slumber because there's no way he'd dreamt of that and still be able to think straight.
How could he, when he's pretty sure his hands were tied together above his head, his back flat against the mattress as Minho rode him mercilessly, breath hot against his neck as dream Minho kept whispering filth right next to his ear.
"Seungminnie, you like it when noona takes care of you like this?" Minho's voice dripped with arousal and Seungmin positively wanted to cry. "Didn't know you'd be so pliant like this, baby - ah - if only I knew, I would've stuffed my ass full of your cock long ago. You feel so good, bub."
Noona. Albeit being in a dream, Seungmin actually felt his cock twitch inside Minho, trying to stop his hips from bucking up lest he wants the older to stop moving, leaving him high and dry, and Seungmin doesn't want any of that. If he doesn't end up cumming in the next five minutes, he's so sure he'd actually explode into flames and turn into dust.
"Look at noona, baby." Minho plants both hands on Seungmin's chest, sitting up, and the angle caused Seungmin's cock to drive even deeper within Minho, both of them moaning from the sensation it caused. "You've been stealing glances at me the whole week, but now you can't even look at me straight in the eye? Tsk, naughty baby."
It's when Minho tugs at the restraints around his wrist does Seungmin wake up with a gasp, only to find out he'd come in his boxers. Oh fuck.
Which brings him to his current predicament in the bathroom at ass o'clock in the morning.
He's still hard. Throbbing. Very much so.
Ridding himself of his clothes, he turns the shower on and quickly fists his cock, a hand over his mouth to suppress every moan and gasp that he lets out. His mind drifts back to his last three dreams, giving himself no way out - Seungmin swears he hadn't felt this horny before, but images of Minho filled his mind, how pretty his hyung looked and how right it felt like to be there with him and it didn't took long before he's coming for the second time that night, Minho's name a breathy gasp on his parted lips. Thick spurts of white land on the tiled floor of the bathroom, his chest heaving with pleasure and shame combined as he watches the water wash it down the drain.
He's so fucked.
The guilt comes gnawing back at him not long after.
In fact, the moment Seungmin wakes up and he's reminded that he, in fact, did jerked off consciously, willingly, by choice, to the thought and image of Minho - Minho in a wig - it had felt like a bucket of ice cold water was poured down on him all at once, his conscience getting the best of him. Usually, he'd be up and about as soon as he wakes in the morning, but one glance at the bunk bed across him and Seungmin knows Minho is already awake and he just doesn't want to risk crossing paths with him, not when his brain goes into a fight or flight response (mostly flight, actually) at the sight of the older.
Looking back, Seungmin should've expected this. Throughout the entirety of the filming, Seungmin couldn't stop staring at Minho's pretty frame. Every time he tried to look away, a nagging feeling settled in his gut until he flits his eyes back to the elder again, looking him up and down, taking in the sight of Minho looking like an angel come to life. At first, he didn't understand why he felt a bit...funny towards this Minho, but the flame in his chest threatened to spill over and cause destruction within him every time he so much as made eye contact with the other. When Minho had draped his legs over him and wrapped both arms around his neck, Seungmin was trying so much to stay put together - one wrong move and it'd end whatever barrier Seungmin had tried so hard to build.
It didn't help that their couple outfits had accentuated Minho's petite frame even better that Seungmin had to physically shake himself in order to remove the image of Minho's pretty waist looking so lovely being held by his larger hands. It wasn't even his first time seeing Minho adorned with a wig, he's been through this before - but he felt as if his breath was sucked out of his lungs in one go and the only source of oxygen he needed to breathe was Minho. Fuck.
And so, he took it upon himself to go the extra mile to steer clear of the older. Seungmin knows it's a far reach to avoid Minho altogether - but at least he tries. He transfers to the other vehicle Minho isn't in between schedules, purposely avoids him like the plague and doesn't even try breathing in the same direction Minho is in. If the other members noticed Seungmin's tense behavior the past few days, they didn't make mention of it. Thankfully.
It's not until a week after his third dream that Seungmin thinks he's positively doing a good job in paying no heed to Minho when the latter grabs him by the wrist after dance practice, stopping him in his tracks.
"You guys go ahead," Minho nods to the rest of the members. "We're staying back. Seungmin said he needs help with the choreography."
"Oh," Chan makes a little noise of surprise, looking back and forth between the two. Wasn't Seungmin doing well throughout the dance practice, though? "Don't stay for too long, yeah?"
Minho nods again, watching as the members leave the practice room one by one, waving goodbye at them, his other hand still encircling Seungmin's wrist tight.
Meanwhile, Seungmin was practically panicking beside him.
The thing is, guilt doesn't fare well with Seungmin. At all. It's something he feels so strongly, as if eating him up to the last shreds of his sanity. So when given an opportunity and the strength to confess, he'd probably do it because that's just who he is.
Minho cornering him in the practice room doesn't help with that either.
"Minho hyung," Seungmin says quietly, heart in his throat, his wrist burning from Minho's touch alone. "I appreciate the effort but I don't really - I mean, I'm really tired today, can't we do it next -"
Minho's voice is gentle when he interrupts Seungmin. "Spill."
"H-huh?" Seungmin gnaws at his bottom lip, heart rate picking up and feeling like he's going to pass out anytime. The practice room had definitely felt smaller than it was before.
The elder narrows his eyes at him, and Seungmin actually cowers at the intensity of his stare. "You're avoiding me." He says as a matter of fact, leaving no room for arguments or rebuttals. "We're not leaving this room unless you tell me what I did wrong."
Oh. Oh no.
"I know we have that divorced couple concept going on, but really, Seungmin? You know you can go and talk to me anytime, right?" Minho continues, sounding frustrated, disappointed even and it doesn't sit well in Seungmin's stomach. He flinches. "See! Your reaction just now says something, did I do anything-"
Seungmin gulps, blinks. He's not making it out alive in this room, is he? He'd rather die than confess to something as trivial as -
"I dreamt of you," Seungmin finds himself blurting out loud before he can even stop himself. Oh god, oh god, no no no no. Seungmin you ass stop talking- "and I - I felt guilty about it that's why I'm avoiding you, Minho hyung."
Fuck. Did he just-----? He did, he actually - oh, oh. He's fucked.
"I'm sorry!" Seungmin chokes out, hiding behind his hands. He started already, might as well end it before he meets his doom. After all, he had a great run. "Hyung was just...too pretty in a...a w-wig and I really wasn't planning to dream about you, I swear! But maybe it was just...the pent up tension that did it..."
He absolutely cannot read Minho's reaction right now, and that had Seungmin slumped down the floor, shame and mortification licking the insides of his stomach at the abrupt confession he just did. He feels a lot like a criminal like this, under Minho's mercy.
"So I take it that wasn't an innocent dream you had, was it...?"
Nodding, Seungmin slumps even further, burying his head on the black couch beside him. The couch had seen better days, full of sweat from all the practices they've done in that same exact room, their sweaty asses have touched this very surface - but Seungmin could really care less right now when death is practically waving its hands right at his face.
Voice tinged with embarrassment, he utters out, "I'm sorry, Minho hyung."
"Was hyung pretty, Seungminnie?" Minho asks quietly.
With that, Seungmin's eyes rose in sheer panic, fire lodging in his chest in a way that has him quivering, unable to take his eyes away as Minho holds his gaze, a small smile present on his pretty lips. "Hyung, what..."
He's so confused. This was far from what he was expecting Minho's reaction to be like.
Leaning down to reach his reddened ear, Minho rubs the flesh between his fingers, something that should be oddly calming but instead, the action had made Seungmin feel like he's on fire, his heartbeat a loud drum. Instead, he finds himself going pliant at the touch, his shoulders relaxing. He had expected the elder to be angry and at the very least, land a punch on his face but he hadn't thought this far, the possibility of Minho looking at him with gentle eyes hadn't crossed his mind at all.
"Was I that pretty, Minnie?" Minho chuckles, moving his hand to gently cup his jaw. "To the point you've had a wet dream about me?"
He's going to die. "You were, you still are...pretty."
Minho hums, "so good with words, puppy. Come here."
He's being hoisted from the ground to the space next to Minho, his limbs jelly because he doesn't know what the fuck is going on. But then again, he can't deny that this whole exchange with Minho had so far, just a bit (a lot), made him hot under the collar. The other hasn't been hostile with him yet, so Seungmin takes that as a good sign.
"Don't look so scared, pup," a soothing hand touches his forearm, squeezing gently. "I'm not angry, in fact, I feel honored."
Seungmin turns to him, surprised etched on his face. "Y-you are?"
"It's not everyday that a Kim Seungmin dreams of you, let alone have a wet dream at that." The hand on his forearm moves to his thigh, Seungmin shivering from the contact. They've done nothing but sit and talk, yet he feels out of breath already. "Now that we've settled I'm not mad, Minnie, can I go and sit on you?"
Seungmin positively reddens at that, his cheeks heating up as he chokes out a, "w-what?"
"Calm down," Minho pats his back, sighing. "I'm not going to do anything if you don't want to, that's why I'm asking, Seungmin. Consent is important."
"I know, I know," he answers once he's recovered, fighting the urge to fan his face with a hand. "I was just surprised."
The elder snorts. "You should know by now that hyung is full of surprises," he says. "Or is noona more fitting? Since you seemed to like me in a wig so much."
With the mention of the formality, the blush that crept up Seungmin's face was more than enough as an answer, a low fire starting in his belly. His reaction earns him a teasing laugh.
"See, you like it so much. Ah Seungminnie, you're so naughty," Minho comments, and then...and then he's leaning into Seungmin again, a hand cradling the back of his neck to keep him in place, the other stroking up and down his thigh. As simple as the other's actions are, Seungmin already feels feverish, and up close, he can count Minho's lashes, his gaze falling down to Minho's pretty lips when the elder asks, "can I kiss you?"
Seungmin meekly nods, reaching for Minho's jaw himself to close the gap between them. The first touch of their lips had his toes curling, grasping the ends of Minho's shirt so tight he's practically molding their upper bodies together. It's ridiculous how Minho's lips are so soft and it's surreal that he's only knowing about it now, in the corner of a dimly lit practice room, nonetheless. Such a vital piece of information that he'd remained clueless of until now - Seungmin feels as if life had played him as a cruel joke.
He lets out a breathy gasp when Minho softly bites at his lower lip, the elder taking the opportunity to lick into his mouth with so much fervor that had Seungmin dizzy from the sensation, mouth opening pliantly and he feels more than he sees the smirk that adorned Minho's lips at his reaction. He sucks on Seungmin's tongue, licking at every corner and relishing in every small sound the younger emits.
Seungmin's mind is a fuzzy mess afterwards, readily taking whatever Minho gives him that he's sure if Minho tells him to drop on his knees right then and there, he will do it in a heartbeat. He kisses like he's after his lifeline, all hungry and messy and wet, every lip smacking sound spurring the wave of arousal that drowns Seungmin's thoughts. It's when Minho runs a hand through his hair and tugs hard does Seungmin outright moans shamelessly, head tipping back to expose his neck, lips parted as he tries so hard not to whine.
"Oh," a smirk is playing on Minho's face, climbing on Seungmin's lap and straddling the younger. He's clearly enjoying this way too much. His arms delicately wrap around Seungmin's neck, nipping at an earlobe before mumbling into his ear, "you like that, Minnie?"
"N-no." Seungmin sighs out, eyebrows pinched.
"You sure?"
He should've known better that lying would do him no good, Minho's smile is far too sweet for it to be deemed innocent. The next thing he knows, a hand finds its way through his hair once again and pulls back hard, a mix between a whine and a moan leaving Seungmin's lips. Fuck, that shouldn't have felt too good.
"Don't lie to me again, puppy." Minho murmurs from where he's attached his lips on Seungmin's throat, leaving light kisses at every surface that quickly turns bruising. Seungmin angles his head to give the elder more space, letting out a full body shudder when Minho starts sucking and licking on the crook of his neck.
"Hyung," he sounds so breathless already, grip tightening on Minho's waist. "Don't leave any - ah - marks."
Minho only hums, smirking when Seungmin yelps after he sucks a mark just below his ear. Cute. "Don't tell me what to do."
"You're so annoying."
"I bet that wasn't what you said when you dreamt of me," a devilish smirk settles on the elder once he pulls away and fuck, his lips look so plump and red and thoroughly kissed that it had Seungmin speechless for a moment. "I wonder what I did to you in your dream for you to be so embarrassed over it. Did you not enjoy it, puppy?"
Red fills the younger's cheeks, shame filling his gut in a rather delicious way that even surprised Seungmin himself. "I...I am not answering that," he lets out, despite his heartbeat pulsing in his throat.
"Aw, my Seungminnie, are you shy?" Minho all but purrs, eyes glinting under the dark silhouette of the practice room. He swipes a thumb over his cheekbone, grinning. "Come on, won't you tell hyung what you dreamt about? Maybe I can turn it into reality, baby."
"Oh my god," Seungmin feels light headed. "Stop. You sound so cheesy."
All this blood rushing to his head and face can't possibly be good for Seungmin's health. Minho's presence is dizzying, in a way that Seungmin can't explain in any other words other than it feels good. His warmth spreads to every crevice of Seungmin's body, a furnace of comfort he's so ready to bask in anytime so long as it's Minho. Somehow, Minho on his lap, straddling him, feels so right.
He squeaks when Minho tilts his chin up and kisses him square on the lips. It's short and sweet, a huge contrast to the heated and messy kiss they shared earlier but it quickly had Seungmin's heart in shambles as he felt his face heat up again.
"Why are you blushing so much today?" Minho even has the audacity to laugh at him. "I can't believe I'm saying this but wow, you're being so cute today, Minnie."
If Seungmin pushed Minho off of his lap after that comment, and Minho swatting him hard after that it left a handprint on Seungmin's forearm, that's only between the two of them.
Minho, being the absolute tease that he is, has decided to be a constant source of tomfoolery in Seungmin's once quiet life.
It's not even like those huge and elaborate pranks the other members like scheming, Minho teases in a very subtle way that no one would really spot unless they look for it but Seungmin knows better. He knows that Minho did it on purpose when he accidentally sent that one recent picture of Minho wearing a wig, head tilted and looking at the camera in a way that Seungmin could only ever describe as alluring. He knows that Minho rubbing his thigh with his hand whenever they sit together is anything but innocent, and so he gives him that look which might possibly translate to please-stop-because-i-might-combust-but-also-please-continue-before-i-combust which the elder only ignores. He knows that Minho is still curious over what he really dreamt about, if the way he's draped all over Seungmin on his own bed, kissing his neck, and whispering filth into his ear is any indication of it.
"Seungminnie baby, why are you so quiet?" Minho chuckles from where he's sucking a hickey on the younger's clavicle, hands roaming all over the younger's body. "Am I not kissing you good enough?"
Seungmin squirms, "you're so annoying, Minho hyung. Just shut up, please."
"You sound awfully breathless for someone saying I'm annoying, huh?" In retaliation, he rubs up and down Seungmin's sides, causing his shirt to ride up and exposing a sliver of skin. Minho's breath hitches. "God, your waist."
Moving down to adjust, the elder leaves a trail of kisses up Seungmin's abdomen, moving his shirt up to bunch it under his armpits, the younger's fair and soft skin coming into full view. Fuck. Seungmin is so beautiful, something that isn't appreciated enough and Minho is about to change that. And so, he caresses Seungmin's heated skin, basking at the soft gasps the younger lets out and grinning when he hears a faint and shaky 'hyung' from above him. Seungmin is so pretty like this.
"I have a surprise for you, puppy," Minho murmurs on the corner of Seungmin's lips. "Jisungie told me you were exceptionally good when you recorded for the unit song. My good boy deserves at least a bit of reward, don't you think? Can you wait here for me, hm?"
Dumbfounded, Seungmin nods. "Wait...what if the others see?"
The elder smiles cheekily. "The others are out and about, don't worry about them, yeah? I told them not to go anywhere near our room for today, even Hyunjin. Besides, I won't let anyone see you like this, Minnie."
Seungmin moves to cover his flushed face. "J-just shut up, oh god."
Minho cackles at that, patting his thigh lightly before he exits the room and Seungmin is left there to catch his breath and so are his thoughts that had flown off to very interesting places. Making out with Minho is just too damn good. Clearly, Minho knows what he's doing because Seungmin is always left with a hard on every after a steamy make out session with him. It's hard not to when Minho makes sure to stop his ability to think coherently through his words, partner that up with Minho feeling him up all the damn time and Seungmin might as well just explode into flames. Either that, or Seungmin is just really easy to rile up but in his defense, this is Minho he's talking about and Minho is naturally good at everything else.
He's got a hand crawling down the front of his sweat pants when the door to their room opens. Seungmin looks down to peek and...fuck.
No way. Just. No fucking way.
Seungmin swears he blacked out for a second. This can't be real.
He rubs his eyes to see if his sight is playing a cruel joke on him but Minho is still there and Seungmin almost combusts right then and there.
Standing before the door looking so pretty and uncharacteristically shy is Minho, the wig adorning the top of his head and Seungmin lets his mouth hang open. So this was his surprise. Seungmin breathes shakily, feeling trapped as the click of the door lock echoes loudly, Minho walking in small steps, his hair - the wig - swaying prettily over his shoulders.
"Hyung, oh my god."
"Noona," Minho corrects him, fiddling with the ends of his shirt.
"Fuck. Oh my god." Seungmin breathes, leaning back on his arms, not quite able to take his eyes off of Minho. The subject of his dreams is right in front of him and all he wants to do is to reach out and touch. "Hyu- n-noona you're so pretty, fuck."
Minho giggles at the praise, moving to sit beside the younger and runs a hand through his disheveled hair. "My husband thinks I'm pretty?"
Seungmin blinks, caught off-guard. Husband. That sounded far better than he thought it would, feeling a bit of tightness in his chest from the nickname like it's how Minho should have been calling him all along. Seungmin thinks he wouldn't mind.
Minho is climbing onto his lap once again and before he can even move, the elder locks his wrists together, pinning them above his head. Seungmin immediately goes boneless at that. Minho hasn't even done anything major yet, besides looking pretty, looking like his usual self and Seungmin is already reacting this way. What more if...
"You just like being pinned down, don't you?" Minho chuckles, eyes dark as his gaze rakes over the younger below him. Next time, I'm tying you up, puppy. I bet you'd look pretty writhing and squirming under me."
"Hyung," Seungmin tries really hard not to whine, but Minho's words are hitting him like a truck at full speed and he's already so worked up.
"Noona." The elder reminds him yet again, punctuating the formality with a roll of his hips that had him gasping, hips bucking up the bed.
Fuck, that felt good. "You're going to be the death of me."
"What a way to go, right?" Minho winks. "Hey, don't you have anything to say to your wife, yeobo?"
Now he understands why they say the devil is nothing but a tempting vice.
He knows Minho's talking about his dreams - but even with lust fizzling the insides of his brain, Seungmin still has enough shame not to say it out loud. He's got a reputation to uphold - although he isn't entirely too sure about that reputation anymore, not when Minho has him pinned down the mattress, grinding ever so slowly against his hips that only spews frustration out of him. Seungmin lets his eyes glaze over Minho's pretty form, god, he's gorgeous and it's not even because of the wig. Sure, the wig had definitely added to the look, but he is, and has always been, a sight to behold - but seeing his plump lips slicked with spit - Seungmin's spit - is enough for arousal to shoot like liquid iron down his belly.
It's when the elder cups his chest once again and rolls a nipple between his fingers does Seungmin's back arches off the bed, biting down his lip so hard to stop himself from making any noise. Clearly, Minho wasn't too happy about him trying to stay quiet because he starts really grinding down on him this time around, and Seungmin immediately fills out in his underwear, moaning out loud when he feels their clothed cocks rubbing against one another. It's too much and too less at the same time, with Seungmin falling apart at the seams already.
"Come on, baby, tell me what you dreamt about, yeah?" The wig tickles Seungmin's neck when the elder had leaned down to whisper on his ear, "won't get mad at you, baby, promise."
"'m just embarrassed."
"There's no need to. It's just me, okay?"
Huffing out a breath and trying to refocus his hazy eyesight, the smile that Minho gives him is gentle, sweet even and it does its job calming down his frazzled nerves. Seungmin relaxes. "Okay, uh...the first time, I was f-fucking your mouth."
Minho only hums, tugs at his shirt upwards, getting it off of him only for him to use it to tie Seungmin's wrists together above his head, a cheeky grin plastered on his face when he sees how red Seungmin is. It's not even that tight and Seungmin can most probably get out of it if he wants to, but just the thought that he's tied down and under Minho's mercy makes everything seem so hotter. His brain may have forgotten anything that isn't Minho, and he drowns from the sensation of it all. His wrists are tied together, reminiscent of his last dream with Minho and Seungmin feels arousal rushing down his whole body as it all comes back to him.
"You've got a pretty cock, baby, I'd definitely blow you if we didn't have a recording tomorrow. For now, you'll just have to make do with this," in one slick movement, Minho's got a hand down Seungmin's sweat pants to stroke his cock, a loud moan rippling out of him. "What's the next dream you had?"
Struggling to keep his thoughts in line, the younger breathes through his nose, closing his eyes to avoid looking at the elder. Just his hand stroking down his cock feels so good already, and Seungmin keens when Minho thumbs at the slit. "You were - ah, n-noona's wearing a skirt and you were grinding against me and - oh fuck - I woke up needy and a pillow in between m-my legs..."
"A skirt? Why am I not surprised you'd be into that?" The elder chuckles, taking the opportunity to leave a trail of heated kisses down Seungmin's abdomen all the while still stroking his cock. Seungmin's head is whirring from every bit of sensation going on. "What a naughty baby, Minnie."
"Not my fault," Seungmin murmurs, watching as the elder takes his pants off. "You were so pretty, noona."
It's a good thing that Seungmin had his eyes closed and he's far too gone to see the red that crept up the tips of his ears from the sudden praise, feeling electrified from it all. Instead, Minho reaches for the lube in his back pocket, momentarily getting off of the younger and Seungmin makes a noise of confusion at the sudden loss of warmth, eyes fluttering open to look at him and Minho's heart soars at the sight.
God, Seungmin looks so out of it.
Seungmin knows it's rude to stare, but he can't help but ogle when Minho takes off his pants and underwear, leaving only his shirt on, his whole lower area all for the younger to look at. He's half hard and Seungmin gulps when Minho wraps a hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself and Seungmin at that time, can't think about anything else other than he badly wants to wrap his lips around the elder's dick. It's just so pretty, like the rest of Minho is and he wants to touch but he can't. His eyes bulge to the size of a saucer when Minho uncaps the bottle of lube and squeezes a good amount on his fingers. Seungmin watches with a bated breath, and then Minho is smirking when he reaches behind him and --
"Oh fuck," Minho gasps at the first finger breaching his rim, trying to stay relaxed from where he's knelt just below Seungmin. "Fuck, Minnie."
The temperature in the room spikes up at least a hundred degrees with the way Minho's moaning unabashedly, the wet sounds of squelching lube doing nothing to mask the lewd sounds echoing in the room. Don't even start with his facial expressions - Seungmin swears he can probably cum just from watching Minho pleasuring himself. And the wig. The wig really does frame Minho's face so well, and for a moment, Seungmin can imagine how beautiful Minho would be under him, the wig all splayed out on a pretty mess underneath him as Seungmin fucks into him so hard it makes him see stars.
Not able to hold back anymore, Seungmin whines, "noona, want to help you. Please."
"So polite, baby." Minho praises, patting with his unoccupied hand Seungmin's bare thigh and smirking from how Seungmin shudders. "Just lie there and look pretty for me, hm? Will give you a good time later if you tell me what your very last dream was about, baby."
It replays in his mind like a movie and suddenly, Seungmin feels hot all over, burning up with the desire for Minho and Minho only. His limbs flail at the sudden impatience that dawns on him, wanting nothing more than to reach out to Minho to touch him or for Minho to touch him. Seungmin doesn't care. He just wants Minho's warmth to seep through his skin, ignite the fire he planted on Seungmin's core long ago.
"You tied my wrists together, like right now," Seungmin looks at Minho with half-lidded eyes. "And you were riding me. God, hyung. You were so hot."
Minho suddenly jerks from his position, his hand still moving quickly behind him. The realization that Minho is as turned on from this whole situation as him makes the younger's head spin - maybe he actually fell asleep and this was all just a dream if he convinces himself enough. He's so hard he can't even think straight.
"I'm ready," the elder says minutes later, reaching for the bottle of lube once again and moving to hover over Seungmin's lower half. "You have such a pretty cock, babe."
His thighs pressed together when Minho strokes his erection all of a sudden, making the elder let out a laugh and part his thighs again. "Cute. Open up for me, Minnie." Seungmin whines but quickly does as he's told, sighing when he feels Minho slipping in a condom on him followed by lube, grunting at the cold sensation.
"You ready, pup?"
The anticipation surges through his veins, looking down to see his erect cock and Minho peering at it hungrily and then he's nodding quickly, "'m ready, noona."
It's finally happening.
"My pretty baby," Minho whispers as he slowly sinks down Seungmin's cock, bracing himself by the younger's hips. Seungmin's cock feels as good as it looks, his girth just enough for Minho to feel full and he lets out a shaky breath when the younger is fully in him. He reaches out to cup Seungmin's jaw gently once he'd adjusted, chuckling, "hey, remember to breathe, hm?"
"S-sorry," the younger whispers as his hips buck up in the slightest that had Minho choking on air. "Feels too good - ah - you feel so warm around me, hyu- noona."
"You fill me so well, Seungminnie. Tell me if it gets too much, yeah? Can I move now?"
The elder kisses him lightly on the lips when Seungmin nods, moaning out loud when Minho raises his hips, leaving only his tip in only to drop back down in one swift movement. Every bit of pleasure tingles through his veins when Minho starts riding him earnestly, bouncing up and down his cock like it's a necessity, pretty gasps falling in between his lips. Seungmin wasn't faring any better, his lips parted in a silent moan, breathing heavily and letting out grunts and the occasional whines from the warmth enveloping him. It feels good, way too good and Seungmin isn't sure if he can go back to the life he's had before knowing they both fit like puzzle pieces together, fitting in every curve just right.
When Seungmin takes a look at Minho, sees his wig bouncing with every movement and face scrunched up in pleasure - his breath hitches in awe. Fuck. Minho is so beautiful and he can't even emphasize it enough. He glows in a way that is so inherently him, beauty seeping through the cracks of unabashed spite he puts up as a wall - but Seungmin knows better that it's all just a facade.
"Ah, so good for noona, baby," Minho gasps out when he shifts just the slightest bit and it causes Seungmin's cock to bury deeper from where they're connected, hitting his prostate at just the right angle that it had him seeing stars.
Seeing Minho move so desperately on top of him, his beautiful cock bouncing with his every movement is enough for the coil to tighten in Seungmin's belly and he knows he's hanging by a thread - every moan and grunt feeding the fire in his belly.
"N-noona, please," Seungmin babbles out. "Let me move, please. Want to make you - ah - feel good."
Minho reaches down to stroke his hair gently, lightly pulling, "you've been a good boy for me aren't you, puppy? Come on, fuck noona the way you want - ah!"
His words die out into a moan when Seungmin plants both his feet on the mattress and thrusts up suddenly, their movements meeting halfway and Minho's body almost sags at the feeling. Seungmin starts thrusting into him with so much fervor and Minho has half a mind to just let the younger do all the work especially when he hits his prostate straight on, but he has a point to prove.
"Filling me up so well, Minnie. You're always - ah - good at everything, so diligent and hardworking, you make noona proud, do you know that?" Seungmin moans at that, eyes closing as he suddenly feels overwhelmed from every bit of stimulation he receives. He's not going to last long if Minho continues talking to him like that.
"You're my good boy," Minho softly murmurs, planting kisses on the column of Seungmin's neck.
It didn't take long for Seungmin to feel the familiar tightening of his stomach. As much as he wanted to hold out and let the feeling of being in Minho last, he could only do so much. "I'm - I'm, oh god, Minho hyung please, please, fuck," Seungmin knows he's babbling, the coil in his lower belly threatening to snap at any moment now. "I'm so close."
"You've been so good, Minnie," Minho says, voice a soft whisper. "Cum for me, puppy."
With Minho's praises and his hips still undulating on top of him, Seungmin's orgasm hits him like a tidal wave. He feels it all at once, his whole body spasming at the surge of arousal his climax brings. His back arches off the bed, hands forming into fists from where it's tied above his head, letting out a moan so loud it fills the room. His heartbeat thrums in his ears, whining out of over sensitivity when Minho continues to roll his hips against him, chasing his own climax.
Minho wraps a hand around his own cock, stroking it scarily fast as he fucks himself into Seungmin's cock eagerly, a scream almost ripping out of his lungs as he too cums in spurts of thick white not long after, some landing on his hand but most of it landing on Seungmin's stomach. Riding out his high, he settles on slow circles of his hips, sighing heavily when over stimulation kicks in.
"You okay, puppy?" Minho asks once he's taken off the used condom and removed the shirt tying Seungmin's wrists off the younger, flopping down unceremoniously beside him.
The younger only hums, smiling contentedly. Minho's heart whirls at the sight. He'd used his shirt to clean up the mess on Seungmin's belly and on his own, throwing it to the direction of the hamper without looking. If it didn't land, he can always pick it up later. For now, he has someone to cuddle, and he drapes his blanket over them to cocoon them with warmth.
"You did well, Seungminnie." Was what the younger last hears before he drifts off to dreamland, his brain muddled in a post-orgasmic haze.
"So..." Minho starts. "Aside from the wig, bondage and praise kink, huh?"
"Shut up!" Seungmin almost throws him the book he's holding. It's a hard bound and it'll definitely shut Minho up if he throws it hard enough. "Besides, I wouldn't call it bondage. You used my shirt - my poor, loose shirt now, by the way! It was loose enough for me to remove it-"
"But you didn't," the elder cuts him off, a knowing smirk on his lips that Seungmin wants to wipe off of him. Preferably with his lips. "And I didn't heard you complain when I told you I'll tie you up for real next time, Minnie."
Just that thought alone, of Minho restraining him, is enough for Seungmin's ears to tinge red. He tries to hide it by smothering himself with a pillow, but it doesn't do much seeing as he's on Minho's bed, the elder seated not far from him. Really, Minho is not good for his health if he keeps flustering him like it's his job to do so. They're already fully dressed after their...activities from earlier, Minho not letting the younger go anywhere that's not his bed - excuses of rest. Seungmin is not complaining though, not when he gets special treatment from Minho for the next few hours.
"You're one to talk," Seungmin says, eyes narrowing. "Right, my wife?"
It's Minho's turn to blush, a giggle leaving Seungmin's lips from how fast his ears had tinged red. "Shut up, Kim Seungmin, or else-"
"Or else what, noona?"
"I'm going to castrate you." Minho states before he's lunging himself on top of Seungmin, trying to hold down the flailing limbs of the younger. It's a mess of giggles right after, and he ends up pinning Seungmin again on the bed, laughing when the younger tenses up and stills, large eyes blinking up at him innocently and laying there pliantly.
"See what I mean," Minho remarks, leaning over him. "The moment someone holds you down, you get all flushed already -"
The door swings open all of a sudden, and the two freezes at the intrusion as they turn their heads and meet gazes with Hyunjin, who in turn, has a scandalized look on his face.
"What did I just walked into?" He asks, backing away to the door and looking back and forth between the two. "Am I missing something? Oh my god."
It's when Minho shifts does Seungmin realize the suggestive position they're in, a blush spreading to his face down his neck. Minho has settled on sitting on his hips while his arms are pinned above his head - he too would be in shock if he were to see his members in the same position.
"Run," Minho says silently. "I'm giving you three seconds to run, Hwang Hyunjin."
"What-"
"Three."
"Are you-"
"Two."
"It's unfair, this is my room too-"
"One."
"Eek!" Hyunjin flees outside the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Seungmin blinks, confused for a moment before he starts giggling. "What was that?"
"Eh, let him wonder," Minho grins. Seungmin smiles up at him cheekily, enjoying his time with him until he feels the elder putting in more strength into pinning him down and his smile falters little by little. Goosebumps scattered his skin from where Minho started tracing patterns on his cheek. Now, this wasn't expected.
Seungmin's a little breathless by the time Minho stops caressing his skin, and a whole new flush dawns on him when Minho murmurs, "now, where were we?"