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Seungmin doesn't think much of it when Minho texts him at midnight.
Contrary to popular belief, Seungmin and Minho do talk to each other on a frequent basis. Daily, even. Not just passing remarks or meaningless small talk—conversations over meals, hour-long texting sessions, deep discussions when it's past sunset. And bickering. That, too.
So really, seeing Minho’s contact pop up on his phone at 12:13am isn't much of a shock. Even if it's a little odd for him to text rather than come in and talk to him face to face.
cat-hyung 🐈
yah kim seungmin
are you awake?
house dog 🐕
you know i am already, you literally saw me enter my room five minutes ago
cat-hyung 🐈
who knows
you could've fallen asleep right away
maybe you're getting old
house dog 🐕
if i’m old then what does that make you?
cat-hyung 🐈
don't push it, kim
you're already on thin ice
house dog 🐕
oh no i'm soooo scared
what are you gonna do? air fry me? shove tissues in my mouth?
your threats have been lacking creativity lately, hyung
cat-hyung 🐈
you're getting bold
house dog 🐕
and you are getting less bold
ahh but hyung is probably too tired for violence nowadays right?
cat-hyung 🐈
now i just feel like you’re provoking me for the hell of it
house dog 🐕
because i am
cat-hyung 🐈
you need to learn some respect, seungmin-ah
our puppy needs training, hm?
maybe a collar would fix you right up
house dog 🐕
last i checked, you don't own me
cat-hyung 🐈
i bet you'd like it if i did though
Seungmin stops.
He stares blankly at the message, his thumbs hovering over the phone keyboard. The puppy bit isn't unusual, either, so maybe he shouldn't be reading into things so hard, but—
cat-hyung 🐈
sorry, was that too much?
Seungmin hesitates, tucking his lower lip between his teeth. Minho has presented him with a choice—either he backs off and Seungmin steers the conversation into a different direction, or he plays into the bit and wherever it might lead.
A small part of him wants to back away before it really gets to be too much. It's always a gamble with Minho. But another part of him, a larger part, is curious.
house dog 🐕
it's fine, hyung
not too much
cat-hyung 🐈
oh?
so maybe there's hope for our puppy after all
i never heard a denial earlier, by the way
house dog 🐕
denial of what?
cat-hyung 🐈
me owning you
you'd like it, right?
house dog 🐕
guess i'd have to try it to find out
cat-hyung 🐈
seungmin
i need to be serious with you for a second
house dog 🐕
hm?
cat-hyung 🐈
if i say anything that makes you uncomfortable
you need to tell me
and i'll stop
do you understand that?
house dog 🐕
yes, hyung
cat-hyung 🐈
good boy
Oh.
Seungmin can’t lie and say he didn't somewhat see where this was going earlier. He had a small feeling, and he encouraged it, and now he's here. He's here, and Minho is calling him a good boy, and he likes it. A lot. He can feel warmth blooming under his skin already.
cat-hyung 🐈
i bet you like that too
me calling you good
because it's not often i do that, right?
speak, puppy
house dog 🐕
i like it, hyung
cat-hyung 🐈
and yet you still insist on being a pain in the ass
but you're being good now, seungminnie
maybe you just need to be reminded of your place every once in a while
house dog 🐕
tell me
my place
so i can learn
cat-hyung 🐈
your place
is preferably right here
cat-hyung 🐈 sent an image.
The photo in itself is innocent enough. It's a full view of Minho’s bed, the blankets a bit rumpled from use but still clean. The implications, however, send Seungmin reeling.
house dog 🐕
hyung wants me in his bed?
cat-hyung 🐈
mmm
you should feel lucky
i wouldn't normally let a dog on my bed
house dog 🐕
what would you do?
if i was there right now, i mean
in your bed
with you
cat-hyung 🐈
that's a dangerous question, kim seungmin
house dog 🐕
i know
but i want the answer anyway
cat-hyung 🐈
well first of all
i would want you sitting pretty
right in this spot
cat-hyung 🐈 sent an image.
This time, the photo is a little less innocent, but still slightly tame. Minho’s in his bed now, but all Seungmin can see are his sweatpant-clad legs, spread a bit as if to accommodate for someone else’s presence. Seungmin's presence. Shit.
cat-hyung 🐈
you want to, right?
house dog 🐕
please
cat-hyung 🐈
if you were here
sitting between my legs
what would you do?
would you sit nicely and quietly?
would you bite me just to see what happens?
house dog 🐕
you do seem very biteable
maybe i'd want to do that
cat-hyung 🐈
if you want something in your mouth that badly
i have an option for you
i’m sure that pretty mouth is good for things other than singing and talking nonsense, right?
like
sucking cock
Seungmin sucks in a sharp breath, his grip on his phone tightening until his knuckles turn white. It's the most direct thing either of them have said so far, and it only solidifies the intent of the conversation.
The worst thing is that Seungmin wants this. He wants Minho so badly that he aches everywhere, in his chest and his stomach and god, his dick. Seungmin doesn't even remember getting hard, but somewhere along the way, his semi began visibly tenting his boxers.
He doesn't do anything about it, though.
house dog 🐕
want you in my mouth, hyung
please
cat-hyung 🐈
fuck
you're killing me, you know that?
such a 180 degree flip
you were being such a brat earlier but now you're begging to suck me off?
so cute
house dog 🐕
would you really let me?
i really want to
cat-hyung 🐈
we’ll see
can you be good?
house dog 🐕
yes hyung
i’ll be good
cat-hyung 🐈
tell me, seungminnie
how do you usually get off?
house dog 🐕
usually just by jerking off, i guess?
cat-hyung 🐈
boring
but not surprising
house dog 🐕
okay well
how do you get off then?
cat-hyung 🐈
if i have time, i like to use my fingers
work myself open
i can cum untouched, you know
Immediately, Seungmin’s brain conjures up an image. Minho, laid out on his sheets, face and chest flushed as he thrusts two or three fingers in and out of himself. Biting down on his lip to stop himself from making too much noise. Shaking and whimpering as he cums, his release coating his toned stomach.
It scares him a little, how badly he wants to see Minho like that. He's never pictured his bandmate in a sexual context before, but now the image won't leave his head, and Seungmin is so turned on it's starting to hurt.
cat-hyung 🐈
but sometimes it's frustrating because my hands are a bit small and the angle is difficult
i think your fingers would feel really good though, you have such pretty hands
long fingers
have you ever fingered yourself?
house dog 🐕
i haven't
cat-hyung 🐈
that's a shame
you're really missing out
house dog 🐕
um
i actually
don't really know how
cat-hyung 🐈
ah, that's alright
hyung can teach you
do you have lube?
house dog 🐕
yeah
should i get it?
cat-hyung 🐈
if you want me to help you, then yes
house dog 🐕
okay, i got it
but like
how am i supposed to text you?
if i'm busy with… that
cat-hyung 🐈
don't be all shy, seungmin
you're acting like we aren't literally sexting right now
house dog 🐕
hyung…
cat-hyung 🐈
in regards to not being able to text,
there's a simple solution
Incoming call from cat-hyung 🐈…
Without thinking, Seungmin presses accept, knowing that if he spends more than three seconds thinking about it then he’s going to chicken out. “Hyung,” Seungmin starts, but he doesn't know what to say next. Minho cuts him off, regardless.
“Seungmin,” Minho says. Maybe Seungmin is imagining it, but his voice sounds lower than usual, a bit raspier. “You know what you're getting into, right?” When Seungmin just hums, Minho continues, “I need words, puppy.”
Seungmin takes a deep breath. “Yes, hyung.”
“Good.” The praise makes him shudder. “What are you wearing?”
“That's such a cliché question.” Despite the mood of the situation, Seungmin can’t help but fall back into their usual dynamic. Minho breathes out a laugh, and some of Seungmin’s nervousness fades. “Just a hoodie and boxers, though.” Seungmin glances down at his clothes, and his heart rate picks up a bit when he comes to a realization. “Actually, I’m pretty sure this hoodie is yours.”
“Are you wearing anything under it?”
“No.”
“Then leave it on,” Minho instructs, “and take your boxers off.”
Seungmin puts the phone on speaker and tosses it to his side, hurrying to tug his underwear off. He's fully hard now, precum already pooling at his slit, leaving a wet sheen where his dick curves against his stomach. “Should I really leave the hoodie on? It might stain—”
“I said leave the hoodie on, Seungmin-ah.”
Seungmin flushes at the command, exhaling shakily. “Okay, hyung.”
“You should probably kneel for this,” Minho suggests. “You can sit up straight or lean on your front, it's really up to you. From a purely selfish standpoint, I say you should sit up straight, but that's just so I can hear you better.”
Something flutters in Seungmin’s stomach at Minho's admission, arousal or perhaps another thing entirely. He buries that thought for another time, positioning himself so he’s sitting straight up with his knees slightly parted and tucked under him.
“You ready? Remember, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.”
“Yes, hyung, and I know.”
There's some shuffling on the other line, then a brief pause. “Cover your index, middle, and ring finger in lube. Don't be afraid to be liberal with it, more is better.”
Seungmin does as told, slicking up his fingers with a generous amount of lube, the cold liquid making him shiver. The heat of his skin starts to warm it up fairly quickly, anyway. “Keep talking.”
“Start with one, and be gentle.”
Shakily, he moves his hand down between his legs and presses the tip of his middle finger to his rim, not quite pushing in yet. “Will it hurt?”
“Maybe a little sting since you haven't done this before, but it’ll probably just feel a bit weird. As long as you don't go too quickly, you should be fine. Oh, and make sure you relax, it'll be a lot harder if you're tense.”
“Okay,” Seungmin breathes out. Willing himself past his bout of anxiety, he pushes the tip of his finger past the ring of muscle, sliding it in until up to the first knuckle. Minho was right—it feels a bit strange, but it isn't painful. Once he's adjusted, he pushes in to the second knuckle, then the rest of his finger. “It's in.”
“How does it feel?”
“Weird,” Seungmin says, moving his finger around a bit, “but not uncomfortable.”
“Good,” Minho says. “Once you feel stretched enough, you can add a second finger. Curling your fingers should help you find your prostate.”
For the next couple of minutes, Seungmin stretches himself out with his middle finger, pushing against his walls. It's still a bit weird, but it's starting to feel nice, and once he feels like he's ready he slips his ring finger in beside the other.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” Seungmin’s own voice surprises him—he sounds a lot breathier than before, even though he hasn't really exerted himself much. He wonders if Minho picks up on it. “Yeah, I’m fine. I've got two fingers in, now.”
Minho hums, satisfied. “Try curling them inwards.”
Testing, Seungmin does just that. At first, it's nothing special, just a pleasant stretch. Then, he adjusts the angle of his hand, pushing a bit further inside, and—
“Oh, fuck,” Seungmin keens, white-hot pleasure shooting through his entire body, his eyes squeezing shut on instinct. He presses in even more, jolting at the intensity of it all, precum dribbling from his slit and sliding down his cock. “Fuck, hyung, please keep talking, please.”
“You probably don't need any more guidance—”
“No, no, hyung,” Seungmin interrupts, forcing his voice out as best as he can, “I want—I need you to keep talking to me. Don't go. Please.”
Minho laughs, almost fond sounding. “I wasn't going to leave, puppy. I just—I don't know how much longer I’ll be able to focus on helping you.”
“Why not?”
“Because—” A pause. More shuffling. “Seungmin, I’m so fucking horny right now.”
Seungmin practically whines at Minho’s words. The knowledge that he's affecting his hyung like this makes him lightheaded, heat pulsing under his skin.
“Fuck, Minnie, you need to be quieter.” Minho’s voice is laced with something. Desire, maybe. “Don’t want the others to hear you, baby.”
Baby. Baby. Seungmin’s head is practically swimming now, his brain only focused on the feeling of his fingers thrusting even deeper and the sound of Minho’s voice. Desperate, he adds a third finger.
“Hyung,” Seungmin chokes out, rocking back and forth to push his fingers in as far as they can go. Warmth spreads through his lower abdomen, his muscles tightening as his orgasm approaches, and he whimpers. “I’m close.”
“Stop.”
Seungmin freezes, the fog in his brain disappearing. “What?”
“Pull your fingers out.”
“No, no, hyung, please—”
“I said pull your fingers out, Seungmin.” There's no room for argument in Minho’s tone.
And here's the thing—Seungmin doesn't have to listen to Minho. He's not in the room with him. There's nothing stopping him from ignoring the older man.
He pulls his fingers out.
“Did you?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Who would’ve thought you could be such a good boy, Seungminnie?”
It's a backhanded compliment and he knows it. Still, Seungmin’s dick twitches at the praise. “Hyung, why did—”
“Come to my room.”
Seungmin’s brain short circuits.
“I mean, only if you want to—”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
The time it takes for Seungmin to hang up, clean off his hand, and pull his boxers back on should probably be a world record. He's knocking on Minho’s door less than a minute after the call ends.
As soon as the door opens, Minho grabs Seungmin by the wrist and pulls him inside, kicking the door shut behind him and pressing Seungmin up against it. The lock clicks shut a moment later. “Hey,” Minho says, bumping his nose against Seungmin’s.
“Hey,” Seungmin responds, breathless. For a moment, they just look at each other, breaths mingling. Despite the circumstances, the moment feels awfully… tender. Something flutters in Seungmin’s stomach, and it isn't arousal.
He doesn't know who leans in first, but Minho’s mouth is on his in a matter of moments, warm and wet and desperate. As Minho walks them back towards his bed, not breaking the kiss, Seungmin realizes that this moment is going to ruin kissing for him. He's never going to be able to kiss anyone ever again without thinking about Minho’s lips, his tongue, his teeth.
Minho ends up on his back in his bed, Seungmin hovering over him. The older’s hands won't settle, constantly roaming over Seungmin’s body; caressing his jaw, tangling in his hair, slipping under his hoodie to squeeze his waist. Each touch ignites flames under Seungmin's skin, and he needs more.
“Hyung,” Seungmin says, breaking away from the kiss. “Please.”
“Please what, puppy?” Minho asks, cocking his head to the side as if he has no clue what Seungmin is talking about. “Use your words.”
“I want,” Seungmin swallows the lump in his throat, “your fingers. In me.”
Minho smiles, his pupils blown so wide his irises look almost completely black. “Alright.”
In one swift move, Minho flips their positions, sending a spark of arousal through Seungmin’s body from the blatant display of strength. Minho’s over him now, his hair falling over his face in waves, and Seungmin can’t look away.
“Boxers off, puppy,” Minho says, and Seungmin obeys without even thinking about it. He's hooked onto every word that leaves his hyung’s mouth, as if his brain is hardwired to listen to everything the older says. “So obedient. I think next time hyung should ride you, see if you can still listen then.”
Seungmin’s heart jumps to his throat. “Next time?”
Minho blinks a few times, as if he's only just realized what he said. “If you want there to be a next time.” Minho’s voice doesn't waver, but Seungmin can see the way his pupils shake.
“I do,” Seungmin says, his heart fluttering when Minho smiles prettily at his response.
Minho helps him slip a pillow under his hips, and when Minho pushes his legs apart, Seungmin doesn't resist. Embarrassingly, he whimpers when Minho calls him good boy again.
“I’m not surprised you're so into praise,” Minho comments, breathing out a laugh. “Our diligent Seungminnie, always a rule follower, hm? Little bit shocked you're so easily giving up control, though. To me of all people.”
Seungmin has no idea when and how Minho procured lube during this whole ordeal, but he suddenly feels Minho’s slick finger prodding at his entrance. “One or two to start?” Minho asks.
“Two,” Seungmin says. Minho raises an eyebrow but doesn't question him, pushing two fingers past Seungmin’s rim unceremoniously.
Immediately, Seungmin keens.
It feels a lot different than when he was doing it himself. It's a lot less clinical-feeling, and although Minho’s hands are smaller, he obviously has a lot of experience.
“Wow,” Minho says, in awe. “You're really sensitive.”
“Hyung,” Seungmin whines, but the sound is swallowed when Minho leans up to press their mouths together again. It’s weirdly romantic, soft, juxtaposed against the way Minho’s fingers thrust in and out of Seungmin’s hole.
Even still, Minho’s mouth does nothing to muffle the high moan that rips from Seungmin’s throat when Minho crooks his fingers and hits his prostate dead-on.
“Fuck, fuck, hyung, Minho—”
“Seungmin,” Minho says, slowing his fingers ever so slightly, “I need you to relax a bit, baby. Can you do that for hyung?”
Seungmin takes a deep breath, nodding. Minho’s free hand laces with one of Seungmin’s, their fingers interlocking easily as Minho adds a third finger and increases his pace again. “Feels good,” Seungmin whispers, squeezing Minho’s hand to ground himself.
“Think you can cum like this?”
Seungmin can barely get any words out, so he just nods again, his nails digging into Minho’s skin as heat pools in his abdomen. “Hyung, ‘m close.”
“Hold on a little longer,” Minho says, and when Seungmin whines in protest, Minho runs his thumb over the younger’s hand. “I know you can, puppy.”
Seungmin’s vision starts to blur with tears, but he holds back anyway, fighting against his oncoming orgasm. He's dripping so much precum, he can feel it sliding all the way down to where Minho’s fingers are buried inside of him.
“Please,” Seungmin begs, barely holding on by a thread. “Please, hyung, let me—”
“Go ahead,” Minho says. “You can cum, baby.”
The tension in Seungmin’s body completely releases, and his vision goes fully white as he cums.
When Seungmin wakes up, he's dressed in new clothes—Minho’s clothes—and feels a lot cleaner than he did before. Minho’s next to him, casually scrolling on his phone as if all of that didn't just happen.
“How long was I out?” Seungmin asks, giving Minho a once-over. To his amusement, Minho’s wearing different pants than he was when Seungmin first came in.
Minho hums, procuring a water bottle from next to him and handing it to Seungmin. “Like, ten minutes.”
Seungmin takes a few big sips, and when he hands it back, he bites back a grin. “Did you really cum in your pants like a fucking teenager?”
Minho shoots Seungmin a glare, his ears almost immediately turning red. “Says the guy who blacked out after a bit of fingering.”
“No fair, I was already close earlier! I didn't even touch you—”
Minho’s phone pings.
As soon as the older glances at the notification, he bursts out laughing, nearly knocking his head against the headboard. “Oh my god,” Minho gets out between laughs, handing his phone over to Seungmin and nearly dropping it in the process.
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baby bread 🍞
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what did minho and/or seungmin do this time?
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you do NOT want to know.