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Seungmin got home knowing well what to expect; a gift. A reward. He had been a little too distant from his husband to his liking, working himself to exhaustion to finish what he can only call “the project of his life”. As a rather young civil engineer, finishing this project with perfection would not only open many doors of opportunities, but also consecrate him as a professional capable of taking on bigger tasks within the company. He was finally done. And after months of barely seeing Minho, heading out after greeting him a quick ‘good morning’ and only getting home after his husband was already asleep, he’d finally have time with him again.
The conversation he had with Minho over the phone still resonated in his mind. He had told him the project was complete, and that he’d be getting home earlier, before dinner even. Of course, Minho congratulated him but, more importantly, he said he was going to give him a reward for working so hard. “Be good when you get home, pup,” Minho had said, “can you do that for me?”
“Yes, master,” he had whispered, ears flushing red as he darted his eyes around to make sure no one had heard him.
It had been so long since he had heard Minho talk to him like that, and yet, his body reacted instantly, knowing well he was in for a good night.
Be good. Pup.
God, he had missed hearing Minho call him that, so much so that he didn’t even feel like acting up – as he usually would. This was his reward, and he’d make the most out of it.
It didn’t matter how much time had passed since they played like this, the routine Minho had engraved in his mind was still as fresh as the first day. From the moment Minho had said “be good” it was like a switch had turned in his head. Whereas he’d usually get home, take his shoes off and head to the kitchen to heat up the dinner Minho had cooked for him, now he took his clothes off instead, and headed to the bathroom.
As expected, his fluffy tail plug, clip-on dog ears and his collar were already waiting for him there, with a brand new bottle of lube beside them. Despite the eagerness building up inside him, he took his time in the shower, washed his hair thoroughly with Minho’s shampoo, and took his time opening himself up. It had been so long since he had last had the time to, well, take his time. This was also a reward – one from him to himself.
After he was done with shower, he dried himself, slid inside the butt plug with the fluffy chocolate brown tail that matched his hair perfectly. He brushed its fur carefully, basking in the feeling of the plug moving slightly inside him when he tugged on it a little too much. He didn’t overdo it though. He was going to be good. When he was satisfied with how his tail looked, he dried his hair, making it fluffy just the way he knew his master liked best. He put the clip on ears, making sure they would stay in place no matter how much he moved and finally put on his simple black leather collar, his fingers lingering on the silver ring on the front.
He looked at himself in the mirror, sighing deeply, pleased with the result. Minho had really gone out of his way to get custom made accessories for him, and it had paid off so much. The colours matched his hair perfectly, adding to his experience, making it that much easier to let himself go. He closed his eyes and took another long-drawn breath. He had missed this feeling so much.
Minho was already waiting for him in their bedroom when he got in, sitting on the armchair by the window. Seungmin stood by the door, taking in the sight in front of him. Minho was wearing a white dress shirt, which was already open, falling to the sides a little bit and showing Seungmin a sliver of Minho’s front that had his mouth going dry. Black trousers hugged Minho’s thighs tightly, kept in place by a black leather belt with a shiny silver buckle that caught Seungmin’s attention instantly. Black Oxford shoes finished the office attire.
Seungmin swallowed dryly. A reward, indeed. Not even for work Minho wore a dress shirt… This was for him. And if there was any doubt that it was, when he noticed the last detail of Minho’s outfit, he was sure of it. A black leather glove enveloped one of Minho’s small delicate hands. A reward.
“Welcome home, Minnie,” Minho greeted sweetly, his smile just as sweet, although his eyes hid something darker as he scanned Seungmin’s body up and down, twice for good measure. “Come here, pup,” he said, patting the armchair between his spread legs.
Seungmin dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over slowly, stopping between Minho’s spread legs. Seungmin sat on his heels and kept his hands on his own thighs, looking expectantly at Minho.
“You did so well, pup, I’m so proud of you,” Minho said, leaning forward and petting Seungmin’s head with his gloved hand, scratching lightly at his scalp to give him a good feel of the fabric. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?”
Seungmin whined, nodding his head eagerly, but didn’t answer verbally. Pups didn’t talk, after all.
Minho smiled approvingly at him, his hand slowly moving to his cheek, caressing him fondly, then travelling to his bottom lip. Seungmin’s mouth opened easily, letting Minho insert his gloved thumb into his mouth and then wrapping around them, swirling his tongue to taste the leather, his eyes never leaving Minho.
“There you go, so pretty…” Minho praised him, “Do you remember your non-verbal signs, pup?”
Seungmin nodded, sucking a little harder on Minho’s finger as he raised his hands to Minho’s thighs and squeezed twice.
“Good pup.”
Minho pulled his finger away, smirking when Seungmin whimpered at the loss, and leaned back on the armchair, pulling at his belt slowly, making a show out of the simple movement. Seungmin watched, entranced, and hummed pleased when Minho slid the belt through the ring on his collar as a makeshift leash. He tugged on it, making Seungmin fall forward, his face inches away from Minho’s crotch. Seungmin looked expectantly at Minho, but Minho only tilted his head, an eyebrow going up, amused. Seungmin whined, looking from Minho’s face to his crotch and back in hopes he’d get what he wanted.
Minho giggled, “Don’t worry, pup, I’ll give it to you. You know what to do to earn it, right?”
Seungmin did. He knew all too well Minho loved seeing him struggle to pop the button of his trousers open and slide the zipper down with his mouth, wetting the fabric and nosing at his dick in the process. Seungmin loved it as well, loved when Minho called him a messy pup and urged him to try harder, telling him he was doing good. And his prize for doing a good job was getting Minho’s dick into his mouth and tasting his precum on the back of his tongue.
Minho slid his gloved hand into Seungmin’s hair, pulling lightly at the strands, guiding his head up and down his cock slowly, knowing Seungmin could get a little too eager at the beginning. He moved one of his feet so Seungmin could rut against it, loving the soft noises his pup let out. Seungmin looked up at Minho through his lashes, sucking at his cock with more intent as Minho allowed him to take it deeper into his mouth. “Fuck, pup, you look gorgeous like this. So pretty with your mouth full.”
Seungmin whined, tears gathering on his eyelashes as he silently begged Minho to give him more. And his master always knew what he wanted, grabbing harder at his hair and keeping him in place as he fucked his mouth. Seungmin’s eyes rolled back as he relaxed and let Minho use him like a fleshlight, no thoughts in his head but Minho – the smell of his sweat, the weight of his cock on his tongue, the wet slurping sounds spilling out of his mouth that he couldn’t control.
He looked up at Minho through the tears gathered in his eyes, not wanting to miss a second of Minho’s pretty face contorting in pleasure, of his soft gasps and breathy moans or the way his bunny teeth dug into his lower lip when he swallowed around his cock. He drowned in the praises Minho chanted of how good he was for him, how pretty he looked all messy and full of his cock.
He gasped for air when Minho finally pulled him away from his dick, only to lose his breath again when Minho leaned back on the armchair and slid down on the cushion, pulling his trousers and underwear the rest of the way down and spreading his legs to show Seungmin his lubed up hole.
“Ready for your reward, puppy?” Minho asked with a knowing smirk, pleased to see Seungmin’s eyes go wide and his jaw drop, followed by a needy moan as he nodded, eyes trained on Minho’s ass. “Are you gonna be good and eat me out and spread me with your pretty fingers? Fuck me nice and hard? Make your master a moaning mess for you?”
Seungmin looked up at Minho and nodded dumbly again, mouth hanging open and a blush rising high on his cheeks.
“Then get to work, puppy,” Minho ordered sweetly, using the makeshift leash to pull Seungmin forward and his heels to trap him between his thighs.
Seungmin was in heaven. In his many years being with Minho, he had obviously eaten him out and fucked him, but never in this headspace, never with Minho looking at him condescendingly whilst whispering praises to him. He licked and sucked at Minho’s rim eagerly, fucked his tongue inside along with his fingers, adding one by one until Minho’s voice was high-pitched and whiny and his legs tried to close around his head, the gloved hand tugging at his strands to get his face smooshed against his ass and his tongue deeper in him. Even then there was that special spark to Minho’s eyes, one that pinned him in place and made him eager to please, to show him he deserved his reward.
God, he doubted there was anything better than being suffocated by being trapped by Minho’s trembling thighs and having his face shoved between his cheeks.
“Enough, pup. Time to put that dick to good use for me,” Minho said, breathless, pulling a bottle of lube from the cushion behind him, and something akin to pride bloomed in Seungmin’s chest. He scrambled to follow Minho’s command, slicking his dick with a lot more lube than was probably necessary and slowly pushing in despite his brain wanting him to just let go and ram into him. “Fuck, you’re so big, puppy,” Minho moaned, “Now show master that what you can do with that stupidly big dick, hm?”
Seungmin whined, trying to build up a pace that would give his master what he wanted. He let himself drown in everything Minho – the feeling of Minho’s tight walls around him, his warmth, his airy moans filling the room, his hand clutching at the leash like a lifeline while the other gripped the arm of the armchair as each thrust tried to push him up the cushion, Minho’s thick thighs quivering under his large hands. Fuck, it was too hot, too much for his puppy brain to take it all in.
The squelching sounds the excessive lube made were absolutely obscene, making his head spin, and in no time his thrusts became a sloppy, uneven grinding. Minho groaned, pulling him closer by the leash. “C’mon, puppy, you can fuck me better than that,” he growled, and with a whine and jerky nods of his head Seungmin got back on track, pounding into him like it was his sole purpose in life. He whimpered as the coil in his stomach began to tighten, fucking Minho harder as his orgasm approached.
“I’m gonna c-cum, puppy,” Minho warned not much longer later, letting go of the belt to wrap a hand around himself. “You’ve b-been good so- f-fuck- you can cum with master.”
Seungmin moaned, watching with wild eyes as Minho pumped his own cock with the gloved hand, coming all over himself and the leather and clenching around Seungmin’s dick like a vice, pushing him over the edge as well. Seungmin carried them through their orgasms until Minho whined in protest.
Minho allowed Seungmin to catch his breath for some minutes, his clean hand stroking his pup’s hair as he came down from his high. When Seungmin finally opened his eyes, Minho cooed at how fucked out he looked. “You did so well, puppy. Can you be a good boy for master a little longer?” Seungmin nodded lazily, smiling dopily at Minho, who continued, “Then clean up after yourself like a good pup, hm?” Minho said, offering his gloved hand, covered in his release, to Seungmin, who didn’t hesitate to lap at it, sucking each gloved finger into his mouth with a pleased hum until they were squeaky clean.
“Fuck, pup, you’re the best, aren’t you?” Minho praised him again, watching with fond eyes as Seungmin pulled out of him and proceeded to clean him there as well, lapping at his own release slipping out of Minho without his master even having to ask.
Once Seungmin was done, Minho sat up properly on the armchair and unbuckled the makeshift leash as he pulled Seungmin into a soft kiss. “You did so well, puppy. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
Seungmin hummed, letting Minho help him stand up on shaky legs despite his own not faring much better. And after a long shower, a quick dinner and many kisses later, they fell snuggled in bed together, limbs tangled and breaths mingling together.
Seungmin felt that that was his biggest reward; just having Minho with him at the end of a long day.