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Minho closes the door of Chan’s room and leans on it.
“Minho-yah.” Chan smiles at him before going back to his laptop.
He’s at his desk, close to the door, shirtless because he’s an exhibitionist and wearing glasses because god favors Minho lately.
“That was good today, yeah?” Chan asks, typing away, still staring at the screen. Minho is not a fan of that. He came to get some attention. “I think they’ll like it.”
The blonde hair again takes Minho years back, when they were so much younger. He was so horny about blonde Chan he had to get off twice as often compared to his usual routine.
“You hurt me, today.”
That gets Chan to snap his eyes up. “What? Like, during the game? How?”
Minho can smell the distress on him already. He only feels a little bad. He promised himself he wouldn’t drag out this lie for long for Chan’s health because he knows his worst nightmare is actually hurting any of them, in any way. But Chan is so cute like this, pouting and frowning and Minho hasn’t caused any trouble in a long time. He behaves so well. He wants to squish Chan’s face.
“My knee.” Minho says, placing his hands behind himself, on the small of his back. He leans on his shoulders more and sways a little back and forth. “When you grabbed me, think I might have slammed them against the floor a little too hard. I dunno.” He shrugs.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Chan stands up and leaves his glasses on the desk. “I’m sorry, let me see. Which knee?”
He squats in front of Minho and looks at his legs. Minho looks down at him and feels his stomach flipping in anticipation already.
“Left one.” He says, letting Chan inspect it.
Chan’s hands are gentle and his eyes are worried and Minho bites his lip to stop himself from laughing. He holds him by the shin and strokes very lightly over the kneecap, sighing to himself.
“I’m sorry. I guess I got too caught up in the game, I wasn’t thinking—“
“You should kiss it better.” Minho interrupts him because he has a soul. He doesn’t want Chan to go too far in his self-wallowing headspace. Chan looks up at him with curious eyes. “It’s a very serious injury, Channie hyung. So, so bad. I’m in so much pain, you know? Think you should kiss it better.”
Chan exhales so roughly his shoulder actually drop. He’s so cute. Minho should be meaner to him next time, keep him on edge longer.
“Do you want to give me a heart attack?” Chan laughs.
Minho smiles at him, stroking his hair, relishing in the way he leans into it like a dog. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. My pack alpha hurt me today and even though it was an accident I still think he owes me, you know? My knees are in need of medical attention.”
Chan chuckles, getting on his knees. Minho swallows. He always looks good like this, looking up at him. “Medical attention in the form of kisses?”
“Yeah, I think it’s the only way.”
“And it’s knees now, huh? Both of them?”
Minho shrugs and leans on the door more. “You’re very strong.”
Chan rolls his eyes but he drops his lips on Minho’s knee. It tickles a little on first contact but then he’s kissing over his skin and it’s just nice. Minho has been thinking about this all day. Many things happened during the shoot that made him want to lose his mind and he plans to have all of them pay for their insane behavior, but he knew he had to get to Chan first.
The way he kept Minho in place, how he grabbed him, didn’t let him get away. His hands on Minho’s jeans and then on his belly. Doesn’t he know Minho is insane? Doesn’t he know how dangerous it is to touch your omega on television like that? How stupid? Minho should have sat on him. He’s so happy the scent blockers they use are so good.
Chan moves to his right knee. He kisses all around, presses his perfect lips to Minho’s body. It gets a little sigh out of Minho, head thumping against the door but eyes still on Chan.
“Hyung is sorry.” He whispers into Minho’s skin. “Hyung is so sorry for hurting you, baby.”
He must smell the way it affects Minho, especially with how close he is to his crotch. There are no scent blockers to hide behind in their home and even though Minho can feel his ears getting a little red for sure, he wouldn’t want to anyway.
Chan smirks. “Alpha is so sorry, will you forgive me?”
His eyes should be illegal. Bang Chan looking up like this should be punishable by law. He looks so slutty and Minho really loves when he lets go and indulges in it with him. He’s gotten better at it over the years with everyone, but he’s admitted it’s easiest with Minho, to get a little silly and feel sexy doing things that might have embarrassed him before.
“Where else does it hurt?” he asks, shameless, despite the fact that he’s blushing too. Minho loves him so much for pushing through. “Here?” he strokes both of Minho’s thighs with his thumbs, right under the line of his black shorts. “Did I grab you too hard here?”
“Yeah.” Minho nods.
He strokes Chan’s hair again and feels the satisfied noise escape him when Chan kisses his legs. He spreads them a little to give him room to kiss Minho’s inner thighs and it tickles again but he withstands it because it also feels so good. He’s getting wet.
“Changbin’s?” Chan asks and it takes Minho a second to regain focus and realize he’s asking about his shorts.
“Yeah.” He swallows. “Underwear too.”
He expects Chan to say it’s hot. Instead, he says it’s cute and it’s so much more devastating. Minho gets like this when his heat gets close. He detests his own clothes. He’s wearing a shirt he’s pretty sure belonged to Jeongin originally but now it’s one of those pieces all of them share so in a way it carries all of their scents.
Chan is kissing his thighs and it’s making Minho lose his mind a bit. He makes a noise he intends to be of approval but it lands more pathetic maybe, because it feels so good. Chan holds him by the back of his thighs and climbs his way up with his face, tugging on the waistband of the shorts and looking up in question.
Minho shakes his head.
He leaves it be and switches to holding Minho’s ass. Maybe slightly groping would be a better term. Minho bucks his hips forward and Chan’s face is right there. He kisses again, over the shorts and underwear, but he’s kissing right there, right where Minho needs him the most. He’s so sensitive that it doesn’t even bother him there are two layers of fabric separating them.
Chan smiles. Minho sees it, even with his face pressed to his pussy like this. Chan smiles and kisses more, close mouthed but loud kisses. Rubbing his face over Minho’s crotch, his cheeks and nose, like a desperate little puppy.
“Mhm.” Minho breathes through his nose, leading his head.
Chan lowers himself a little, spreads his knees on the floor and cranes his neck so it’s easier for Minho to move him around. Minho takes the invitation and drags him up and down, his breathing picking up.
Chan is breathing heavily too, he’s getting closer like he wants to bury himself in Minho’s body. His mouth is open now, not kissing anymore, shamelessly breathing him in. Minho can smell how turned on he’s getting.
At a particular angle, the tip of Chan’s nose drags over Minho’s clit and it makes him hiss, chasing it.
“There?” Chan asks, a little breathless.
“Yeah.” Minho nods, pulling on his hair and keeping him in place, where and how he wants him. “Yeah, right there.”
He grinds down on Chan’s beautiful nose and whimpers. The pressure is so good, the way it drags the underwear over him, he can feel it sticking to his cunt with his slick. He’s leaking so much. If he’s getting this wet while he’s not even in heat yet, he can only imagine what it’s gonna be like when it finally hits.
But he doesn’t get lost in that train of thought, chooses to focus on Chan and his pretty, flushed face, his strong, naked shoulders. The way he has his eyes closed and brows furrowed. Minho keeps him in place and rolls his hips in smallest movements, legs trembling. He has Chan’s entire lower half of his face pressed to his pussy, it must be hard to breathe. He swears he can feel the breath coming through his nose even with the clothes on.
“Fuck, Channie, that’s so good.” he tells him, petting his head and licking his lips when Chan squeezes his ass harder. “So good, perfect for me. So pretty. So strong.”
Chan whines into him and goosebumps explode on Minho’s neck. He tugs him by the arm. “Up. Up, up, come here.”
Chan’s mouth is on his in seconds. He presses Minho to the door, strong but still so gentle, how he was today. How he put his hand under Minho’s head in a split second so he doesn’t hit the floor, even as he manhandled him. The fact that Chan could ever believe he did actually hurt Minho is laughable. Minho is pretty sure his subconsciousness wouldn’t allow it to happen even accidentally.
He holds Minho by the hip, sneaks his hand under the shirt to touch heated skin. The other gets in Minho's underwear, cold fingers making him hiss against Chan’s teeth. Chan nips at his bottom lip in apology and gets them lower until he can collect Minho’s slick and slide two inside him.
Minho clings to his shoulders as Chan starts moving right away, wasting no time. He thinks back on their first times, how good Chan was, how attentive, still and obedient, while they both figured out what feels good and how to do it. How now, almost a decade later, he knows Minho’s body like the back of his hand. Fits inside him like a glove, his cock, his fingers, his tongue.
“Ah, ah, ah—“ he pants, grinding down on Chan’s skilled fingers.
“Pretty.” Chan groans against his face. Minho can smell himself there, fuck. “So pretty, my baby. Pretty today too, fuck, I could barely control myself.”
It makes Minho laugh, even if it’s shaky. “I know. I could feel it.”
Chan rolls his eyes and he’s so unfairly attractive it’s ridiculous. He moves his hand and now he’s rubbing Minho’s clit and Minho’s eyes are rolling back as well, but they stay there.
“I’m so sorry.” Chan whines into his ear, the fucker, all put up and needy and Minho loves him so much but he also hates him a little bit at the moment. “Hyung is sorry, please forgive me? I was so rough with my baby, tossed my omega around with so many cameras on us when I couldn’t fuck him like he wanted right away, aww. Poor baby, I know you hated it, alpha’s sorry, forgive me.”
Minho feels like he’s losing his mind a little bit. He’s pretty sure he’s digging his nails in Chan’s back and that Chan’s hand on his waist is the only thing keeping him on his feet. Pleasure buzzes through him like electricity, threatening to catch fire.
“Forgive me, I love you, I’ll make it up to you, forgive me, baby, Minho—“
Minho gasps when he cums. He shuts his eyes so hard it hurts. It hurts everywhere, kind of, that good type of pain rippling in waves all over his body. He clings to Chan and pants into his neck as Chan lets him ride it out, not stopping immediately, but slowing down just how Minho likes it, until it becomes too much and he stops moving but keeps his fingers pressed against him.
When Minho regains some of his breathing and speaking abilities, he pinches Chan’s bicep. “Fuck you, that was cheating.”
Chan laughs and shakes his head. “No, that was you being sick in the head and getting off on me begging for forgiveness. I’m just a good alpha who knows you well, that’s all.”
In the post orgasmic bliss, Minho feels way too soft. Hearing Chan call himself a good alpha, even in this context, warms his heart. It’s so seamless, he doesn’t even think about it. And Minho thinks he believes it, finally, after all these years.
And also, that’s not even in the top 10 sickest thoughts Minho has about Chan. Probably not even top 3 today alone.
Chan slowly gets his hand out and Minho watches as he brings the slick covered fingers to his lips. They look obscene wrapped around them as he sucks, eyes closing and moaning a little. He gets them out way too quickly for Minho’s liking and goes to touch himself, but Minho catches his wrist.
“Nuh-uh.” He smiles. “You wanna fuck me?”
Chan’s eyes sparkle. “Yeah.”
Minho laughs at him and pushes at his chest. Chan, for all his strength, goes so willingly. He’s so predictable. “That’s too bad.” Minho keeps pushing him until he hits his bed and throws himself on the mattress. “I don’t wanna be fucked.”
Chan smiles at him, all predatory teeth and hunger in his eyes, but he drags himself up until he’s properly lying on the bed. Minho follows him, throwing his shirt away.
“What do you want?”
He gets rid of his shorts and underwear too, laughing when Chan’s eyes immediately drop to his pussy. “I want your nose again.”
Chan breathes so deeply his chest rises and falls with every inhale. It would be comical if it wasn’t so hot. “Can I at least take my shorts off?”
Minho looks down where his cock is tenting them. He hovers a hand above it, almost touching but not quite. Chan stays good and doesn’t buck his hips up, even though Minho knows how difficult that is for him. “Does it hurt?” Minho pouts at him.
“Yeah.”
He smiles. Quickly, lightly, he taps his cock twice, giggling when it twitches. “Then no.”
Chan groans, hands on Minho’s thighs helping him up as he straddles his chest and climbs higher, right over his face. He won’t last long, they both know it. This close to his heat, the second orgasm always takes so little. But it’s been forever since he’s sat on Chan’s face and he misses it so much.
His lips are so soft and plush. Perfect, just like the rest of him. Minho moans, oversensitive and feeling on the edge since he woke up, as he lowers himself and Chan licks at him. He’s so wet it’s a little funny, after a few moments there is slick all over Chan’s chin, probably starting to drip down his neck.
“Mmmm, like that.” Minho gets one hand on the wall above Chan’s headboard and starts moving.
Sitting on someone’s face is like dance, in a way, to Minho. He’s really good at both things. He really enjoys both things. His hips have a memory of their own, he doesn’t need to put any thought into riding Chan’s lips, his curious tongue, up to his nose. Back down. Like choreography. Simple, mindless, so pleasurable.
“Look at you.” he sighs, stroking Chan’s hair. “I should never let you fuck me again, you should only do this.”
Chan groans into him, hands on Minho’s thighs urging him down. He’s always been a bit of a masochist. Minho stays on his mouth, pulls back to let him breathe in desperately, then does it again.
“Yeah, think I’m gonna get the others in on it. No fucking for Channie hyung for like a week, huh? Just his pretty mouth. You can watch, though, I know it gets you off like crazy.”
He can feel Chan moving his hips, fucking into nothing. He squeezes Minho’s hips, moves him on his face, licks into him. Minho moans, forehead pressing to his own arm, looking down at him.
“Faster.” He pants, toes curling. “I need—just a bit, bit more, hyung, faster, get me there, make me cum, come on.”
Chan complies, as he always does. Perfect, so perfect. Minho wants to eat him alive. His tongue flickers against Minho’s clit and Minho gasps, thighs flexing on either side of Chan’s head.
“Yes, yesyesyes, good alpha, perfect alpha, that’s it, you’re so good, you’re gonna—gonna make me, there, fuck, right there—“
As he cums, he wonders who in the house is listening. Who’s touching themselves, to the sound of Minho’s moans? Chan sucks on his clit and actually grazes his teeth against it as Minho fights for his life to get a breath in.
He tugs on his hair harshly for that. “Mean.”
He manages to slide off of him and slump on Chan’s side. Chan is laughing. He’s so red in the face, it spreads down to his chest. “Me? You’re the mean one.”
Minho throws a leg over his hips, hoists it higher over Chan’s stomach. “Yes, I’m so mean to you.” he agrees, nodding, pouting. “And you’re so hard because of it, so I guess you’re welcome? It’s embarrassing, no?”
Chan bites his wrist, gently. So gentle, always, so lovely. Minho collects his slick from Chan’s cheeks and chin and feeds it to him, humming when Chan’s tongue drags against his fingers.
“You are so hard, Channie.” He sighs, raising his eyebrows. “Think I’m gonna call Seungminnie.”
Chan groans, teeth closing around Minho’s fingers in his mouth before he releases them, looking at him and still panting. He holds Minho’s hand.
“No vocal lessons tomorrow.” Minho reminds him with a grin. “And it’s been a while since I’ve seen him choke on something.”