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Juyeon is a sight to see right now— blissed out and in the throes of passion, desperate and reduced to his baser instincts.
To be fair, he’s always a sight to see. Changmin finds it positively unfair that a man as handsome as Juyeon is also more beautiful than he has any right to be. That someone so strong, so large, can also be so limber and graceful, malleable like soft clay beneath the right hands.
Changmin supposes that he's thankful that his hands seem to do the trick.
“Min,” Juyeon calls breathlessly, his eyes heavily lidded and completely fogged over with desire, “Min-ah, please, I can’t—” He bucks his hips up, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he fucks up into Changmin’s hand. Changmin humors him rather magnanimously for several thrusts, keeping his grip tight and even rolling his thumb over the wet head of Juyeon’s cock to tease his leaking slit on one upstroke. His patience wears out sooner rather than later, though, and he retracts his hand entirely without much fanfare or warning on his part.
The sound that escapes Juyeon is— broken. Desirous. Music to Changmin’s ears.
He watches Juyeon’s chest heave with each labored breath, dipping his thumb between his lips to savor the taste of his boyfriend’s pre-cum on his tongue. “You were getting close again, weren’t you, Juyo?”
Despite his desperation in all of its glory, it seems Juyeon still has his pride with him— or at least some memory of it. Cheeks and ears a matching crimson, he draws his lips into a tight line and tries to glare at Changmin. This would make for a decent attempt at intimidation if not for the fact that his cock is flushed an angry red and leaking a small puddle of precum into the dips of his abs.
It’s hard to keep hold of any leverage when you’ve been edged and denied at least five times in the past hour, as Changmin knows from experience. The memory of said experience only serves to inspire a new wave of sadism within him.
Blunt nails dig in against the smooth skin of Juyeon’s thigh. Changmin smiles placidly, his voice saccharine when he speaks. “Answer me.”
He’s making trouble for himself later. Juyeon will definitely pay him back in due time and tack on some additional interest for his troubles. That’s a problem for Future-Changmin, though, since Present-Changmin is busy watching Juyeon writhe against the mattress instead. “Yes— Changmin, you’re right, I was. Yes.”
Honesty is difficult when you’re on the wrong side of a denied orgasm. Changmin hums appreciatively at Juyeon’s effort, his fist relaxing so his fingers rest gently against the blossoming red divots his nails leave behind. “Good boy.” He pats Juyeon’s leg twice before shimmying further up his body.
Perched atop his boyfriend, Changmin doesn’t feel small.
Not that feeling small is a bad thing— he likes it plenty when Juyeon cages him against the wall or manhandles him into bed, surrounding him completely— but he enjoys a break from it every now and then. Juyeon’s cock may span from his cunt to his belly button, but a huge dick doesn't make him anything more than a needy little thing beneath Changmin in this moment.
Rather than small, Changmin feels powerful as he straddles Juyeon’s lap and settles down just right so his boyfriend’s cock is slotted perfectly between his pussy lips.
“Ah,” Juyeon gasps at the same time Changmin mutters a low ‘fuck’ under his breath. His cunt is already a wet, sloppy mess— just like anyone’s would be if they’d had free rein to use Juyeon however they pleased for the evening— and the slick mess between his legs eases the glide when he rolls his hips down to set an indulgent rhythm.
Changmin ruts down against Juyeon’s cock in slow, intentional movements. The sensation is delectable enough on its own, but Changmin’s toes curl when the head of Juyeon’s cock catches against his clit. “Oh, Juyo, you feel so good— so perfect for me—”
Juyeon clenches his fists in the comforter, voice cracking from its usual lower register into a broken whine. “For you,” He says, eyes locked in on Changmin, “Only for you, Min-ah, always yours.”
That’s the thing about Juyeon. No matter how far out of his head he goes, no matter how submissive he becomes, no matter how intense Changmin may be during a scene— Juyeon never loses his emotional edge. His feelings run so deep that it never ceases to amaze and terrify Changmin to have such ardor focused on him.
The look in Juyeon’s eyes, all of the heat and underlying affection swimming in his gaze, sends a shiver down Changmin’s spine. Still, he holds onto his self-control. For now, at least.
“That’s right, baby. All mine for the taking.” He rewards them both with a slow grind of his hips, the tip of Juyeon’s cock catching deliciously against his entrance with the motion.
Juyeon nods, his lips parting on another soft, breathless sound. “So, ah— jagiya— please, can I cum?”
The laughter that bubbles out of Changmin is bright, genuine, and cruel. He leans down on his elbows, stretching to kiss his perfect, stupid boyfriend. “Oh, absolutely not. You’re not even inside me, and I haven’t even gotten off yet— don’t be selfish, Juyo.”
Once again, the sound that Juyeon makes in response is amazing. It’s the closest thing to a whine that Changmin’s gotten out of him in a long time. His cock twitches as well, leaking like a broken faucet where it lays angry and untouched against his stomach. Changmin could tease him more about this, but he’s not in a much better state himself. It’s hard to tell where Juyeon’s slick mess ends and Changmin’s begins.
“Not selfish,” Juyeon murmurs. Changmin looks away from his cock to meet his eyes instead. Juyeon doesn’t avert his gaze, and there isn’t an ounce of shame in his voice as he pleads, “Don’t want to be— I want to be good and take care of you. Please, Changmin-ah, can I make you cum?”
Ah. Well, that just about does it for his semblance of self-control for the night.
Changmin feels his cunt throb, no doubt leaking out even more slick as his rhythm falters. On the next thrust down, Juyeon’s cock just about breaches him. The tension and resistance is maddening for both of them, and Changmin has to fight against every instinct in his body screaming at him to take what’s his, to fuck himself down onto Juyeon’s cock until he’s fully seated, fully sated— full.
He has to fight for control, but he manages. Balanced precariously as he is, thighs taut as he holds himself just high enough that Juyeon isn’t inside of him, Changmin laughs breathlessly. “You want to make me cum, baby? Can you manage that without cumming yourself?”
If Changmin is tense, Juyeon is taut like a bowstring ready to snap. His eyes are watery when he nods earnestly. “Yes, jagiya, I promise, please—ah!”
As soon as Juyeon agrees, Changmin relaxes and lets gravity do the rest of the work for him. Juyeon’s cock always stretches him in the best way no matter how many times Changmin takes him, and the satisfaction of being stuffed so completely full makes him feel like his brain is melting out his ears. He trembles when his hips settle to rest flush against Juyeon’s, his head lolled back in unmistakable pleasure, and he is only pulled out of his horny reverie by an unexpected pressure against his clit.
His eyes flutter open to find the culprit even as he grinds down in search of more pleasurable friction. Unsurprisingly, it’s Juyeon. He’s reached down to slip his thumb between Changmin’s folds, his thumb working in tight circles against his clit.
Changmin only allows himself a moment of weakness— lips parted, eyes heavily lidded, hips jerking up for more of Juyeon’s touch— but it’s hard to refocus on taking Juyeon apart when he’s barely able to hold himself together. Teasing his boyfriend has the awful side effect of rendering him a horny mess as well.
“Juyo,” He calls sweetly, “I’m going to, ah, move now, okay? And you’re going to be a good boy and take it.”
At first Juyeon watches him speechlessly, his eyes wide and lips parted in a lovestruck expression that inspires more affection within Changmin than any scene truly should, but he musters up a response once he realizes Changmin won’t carry on without one. “Of course.” His voice is a low rumble, heavy with the weight of his desire, and his thumb glides a slick path just to the right of Changmin’s clit.
That’s all Changmin needs to hear. He lifts himself up until the head of Juyeon’s cock tugs at his rim, then sinks down again just before it pops out of him entirely. He keens at the sensation, thighs trembling already just from the feeling, and makes haste to chase more of the same heady pleasure. With each thrust, he leaks out pornographic amounts of slick, the tight-knit ball of arousal in his gut winding in on itself closer to the point of no return. His facade of cold, calculating control falls away piece by piece to bare something real and raw that only Juyeon gets to see.
Speaking of— Juyeon is just as much of a mess. He throws his head back, mouth open to take in ragged breaths and let out sighs and moans of pleasure in return. His chest shines with a thin layer of sweat, even though Changmin is arguably the one doing all of the work here. And through it all, no matter how fucked out and desperate he may be, he doesn’t stop thumbing against Changmin’s clit.
At one point, Juyeon’s thumb presses and tugs just right at the same time that Changmin takes his cock to the hilt, and that tight ball in his stomach feels as if it can’t coil in on itself any further, like there isn’t any more slack to give. Changmin chokes on a moan, his nails digging in against Juyeon’s stomach as he doubles over. He’s barely hanging on by a thread when Juyeon speaks up.
“Please, jagiya, let me feel you cum. I want to make you cum.”
And that’s it, really. That’s all it takes. Changmin slouches further forward, his hips working in sloppy, shallow circles as he cums around Juyeon’s cock. He’s so full, filled to bursting with all of his love and desire on top of Juyeon’s cock, and everything implodes in what makes for an amazing orgasm. Reality is an abstract, distant thing for Changmin as he grinds down against Juyeon selfishly, milking his cock for every ounce of pleasure he can get, his mind fuzzy from just how good he feels. He can’t really hear the high-pitched, desperate sounds he makes or how he moans Juyeon’s name with every other breath, much less the lewd, wet sounds that fill the room each time he fucks himself down further against Juyeon’s cock.
He stays fucked out on his high for quite some time. When he comes down, Changmin realizes he’s got his cheek pressed against Juyeon’s pec, leaving a small trail of drool behind when he lifts his head. The mess of slick between his legs and all over Juyeon’s abs is decidedly not small by comparison, and he almost feels embarrassed at the sight.
Almost. The shame can’t quite reach him through all of his arousal once he sees Juyeon’s helpless, distraught expression. Suddenly Changmin feels like he could go twenty more rounds, if only to keep that beautiful face in place.
“Mm, Juyo, baby—” His own voice is rough, his throat raw from whatever noises he made while awash in his own orgasm, “—You were so good for me, weren’t you? Made me feel so good without disappointing me, my perfect boy.”
Juyeon squirms beneath him, viscerally affected by the words. He nods earnestly, eager to agree and prove his obedience. Changmin is so deeply enamored with his boyfriend that he has to kiss him, stretching up to press his lips against Juyeon’s.
After a moment spent kissing Juyeon senseless, to the point that he’s making low, needy sounds in his throat with each pass of their lips, Changmin pulls back to deliberate over his next move.
He should be a little bit nicer now, what with how well Juyeon has behaved, but something in his gut simmers at the idea of tormenting him further instead.
Juyeon licks his lips, no doubt to chase what’s left behind of Changmin’s taste, and turns his pretty eyes upwards. “I was good for you, right?”
That mean heat in his stomach burns just a bit brighter. Changmin smiles sweetly. “Not just good, Juyo, you were perfect for me.”
Juyeon’s hips buck up at that, fucking deeper into Changmin’s sensitive pussy at the praise. Changmin allows it this time, since Juyeon has been so good otherwise. Juyeon’s hand paws at the small of Changmin’s waist, searching for something to ground himself with. “Then please— Min, jagiya, please— I need to cum too, please, can I cum?”
Once again, Juyeon is a sight to see. Always, yes, but especially now. Especially like this. Changmin feels his cunt pulse with renewed desire and grinds down against Juyeon’s lap indulgently. He reaches up with one hand to thumb along that handsome jawline, slipping his thumb between Juyeon’s lips afterwards. The simmering ball of cruel desire in his stomach from earlier burns white hot now.
“No, baby, you can’t.” Changmin giggles when Juyeon’s tongue darts out to lick his thumb, and laughs harder at the palpable disappointment and desperation radiating off of the perfect man beneath him.
“Maybe later.”