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Seungmin’s on the floor in a perfect sit position, collar wrapped snug around his neck. The leash attached to the collar is tugged on every time Hyunjin thrusts into whatever fruit he has.
Seungmin doesn’t care what it is, Hyunjin is making the most delicious noises. His moans get higher and breathier the closer he gets. And he’s so close.
“Puppy isn’t allowed to touch until hyung is done.”
Seungmin’s paws are down by his sides, somehow holding still, even with the art going on in front of him. He’s drooling in anticipation at this point, Hyunjin loves to edge himself and, in turn, his puppy. But that fruit will be fucking delicious.
Breathier, higher, closer, closer. And, “fuck, pup.” Finally, a high drawn-out breathless moan and a devilish tug has Seungmin whimpering in tandem with him.
Now, he can taste. “C’mere baby,” Hyunjin says, still breathless but sweet, “don’t waste any.”
Seungmin turns his head away, he would never say it out loud but he loves it messier than necessary. The fruit is coated in Hyunjin. Hyunjin reaches out and wipes drool from his chin, shit. “Hyung needs you to eat healthier, c’mon eat some fruit.”
Hyunjin pulls on the leash as he’s talking, slowly pulling Seungmin into the mess of liquids that are slowly leaking. “You're making a mess. Clean it,” Hyunjin snaps, Seungmin whimpers, licking the leaking cum off of Hyunjin’s forearm.
“Good boy, right here,” he says, sweet again, still pulling Seungmin into the fruit. It’s a mess of everything.
Sweat, cum, precome, and actual fruit juice. It’s fucking amazing. Salty and sweet together but distinct in his mouth. Hyunjin continues to pull him into it. “So messy, puppy,” he coos.
And it’s messy. He knows better than to attempt to lift his arms. It’s running down his chin even with his efforts to catch all of it. He’s whining in frustration, determined to make his hyung happy, needing the taste in his mouth.
Addicted to his taste, touch, and voice. His brain fuzzing into hyung hyung hyung hyung hyung until he’s done. His hyung decides when he’s done, only letting him take one or two actual bites of the fruit.
“Puppy?” He turns his head, letting Hyunjin clean his chin with a towel. “There’s more mess.” What did he miss? He tries to look back at the fruit to check it but Hyunjin set it on the nightstand with the towel too high to see.
“Here, silly puppy,” he coos, sitting at the edge of the bed, pulling on his puppy’s leash into his crotch. Seungmin nuzzles into it on instinct. “You’re so cute. Clean it up, baby.”
Seungmin licks up the soft length in front of him, drinking in the whimpers from above him. It’s sweet here too, stuck to Hyunjin, maybe it’s how he actually tastes.
He licks up the best vein, seeking Hyunjin’s sweet taste. It twitches, Hyunjin gasps, threading a hand into his puppy’s hair, and Seungmin giggles. “You like that, puppy?”
Seungmin nods, going back in, humming along his length. Gasps and overstimulated whines keep coming from above him. Addicting.
The taste fades the more he licks, he wasn’t told to suck but he wants to so badly. Hyunjin tears him away, half hard, and hauls him up onto the bed.
“Puppy’s been so good.” Preening. “Such a good boy.” Addicting. “Do you want your reward?” In love. He nods, letting Hyunjin move his pliant puppy onto his back then places a soft kiss on his lips. “Hyung’s good boy.” Hyung’s good boy .
Hyunjin quickly picks up the fruit and takes a small bite of it, chews a few times, then pulls Seungmin up by his leash, leaning down to meet him halfway and captures him in a heated kiss. Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet .
Seungmin struggles to keep up with Hyunjin, wanting to savor his citrusy sweet taste. Hyunjin leads passionately, tongue protruding into Seungmin’s mouth just to get him riled up.
He eventually learns to keep up with Hyunjin, kinda. He’s a little too hazy to be perfect for him, but it’s good enough. He can hear it in the groans coming from the man above him.
He gets lost here, Hyunjin’s lips have always been one of the best things about dating him. His hyung’s soft plump lips pressed against his own, wrapped around him, it’s amazing. And it’s all Seungmin’s to have.
Hyunjin pulls back, a string of sweet spit still connecting them, and those lovely plump lips are bruised and shining. Perfect.
“So good for hyung. Hmm?” Seungmin nods and Hyunjin tsks, wanting something else. “Say it, baby. Wanna hear you,” he says, sneaking a hand down to tease Seungmin’s rim, having managed to get lube on his fingers while they were kissing somehow.
“Hyung,” Seungmin whines, trying to move down on Hyunjin’s finger. “Please.” Breathless. He gasps as Hyunjin pushes the finger fully inside. He’s a little stretched from Hyunjin playing with him earlier, but not fully.
“There we go, my good boy,” he says, pulling Seungmin by his leash back into a heated kiss. just as sweet. And he adds another finger. He pulls moans out of Seungmin, pushing them right into his hyung’s sweet mouth. Addicting.
Hyunjin adds a third finger, sweeping his tongue around Seungmin’s mouth to distract him from the slight burn. And, god , does it work, sweet and addicting right in his mouth. Nothing can be better than this.
Hyunjin has to be purposefully avoiding his prostate, knowing how sensitive his puppy is. Or, maybe it’s simply because he loves to edge Seungmin.
Hyunjin pulls back from the kiss and Seungmin chases him slightly before remembering his rules. “Good boy,” Hyunjin says when he sees him remember. “Such a smart puppy.”
Hyunjin pulls his fingers out, sadly, leaving Seungmin whining. He eyes the fruit and then his puppy, and Seungmin knows what his hyung wants to do. He wants it. Seungmin nods with a silent plea.
Hyunjin grabs the fruit and rubs it on Seungmin’s cock, coating him in those same sweet juices as he did to himself. It takes all of Seungmin’s willpower to not grind into the sensation. Needing more.
He teases him for longer than necessary, loving the noises he’s coaxing out of Seungmin, finishing the long tease off. Well, Seungmin thought he was done, until he feels an unexpected sensation, a wet and tight fruit engulfing his tip and he can’t hold back his grind into it, moaning loudly.
Hyunjin takes it away immediately. “Bad pup,” he says, and Seungmin whines.
“Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry,” Seungmin repeats until his eyes are wet and Hyunjin is shushing him. He leans down and kisses Seungmin softly, shushing him again and Seungmin feels Hyunjin lining himself up. “M’ sorry. Please, please, hyung. Please, need it.”
“I know. Hyung knows,” Hyunjin says, still shushing him softly as he pushes in slowly. Painfully slowly. “Kiss?” He nods immediately, thanking god for Hyunjin’s ability to read his mind.
This kiss is slower than the ones before, his hyung taking his time to explore Seungmin’s mouth, probably tasting the matching sweetness on him. Languid movements, Seungmin can keep up this time.
Hyunjin’s tongue is tracing his mouth, exploring, committing it to memory. Addicting.
Once Hyunjin bottoms out he pulls back from the kiss. “Good job. Taking hyung so well,” he coos, tugging on the leash wrapped around his hand to pull a whine out of him and make his cock twitch. “My cute puppy. All excited for hyung.”
After a few more moments of doting, Seungmin nods, signaling to Hyunjin that he can move. He starts slowly, circling and making small grinding movements, making sure Seungmin is ready. When Seungmin confirms again with a nod, he pulls out so only his tip is in him and thrusts back in, a little faster than before, pushing the air out of Seungmin’s lungs in a long breathy moan.
Hyunjin chuckles, pulling on his leash lightly, just enough to get his attention, then asks, “Is good, puppy?” Seungmin whines in response when Hyunjin speeds up his thrusts, looking for his prostate. He finds it surprisingly fast, and Seungmin can’t hold back the moan that rips through him.
“Fuck, you sound amazing,” he says, keeping his pace slow but hard, right on his prostate. Hyunjin is addictive. He has to have some drug in him, or maybe he’s just perfect for his puppy. Seungmin’s mouth goes slack in a silent moan.
Hyunjin pulls him up to lap up the drool slipping out of his mouth, “So sweet,” he mumbles into Seungmin’s mouth. Their lips connect, or more accurately, Hyunjin drags his tongue against Seungmin’s, riling his puppy up even more.
Seungmin whines to signify his needs, and Hyunjin seemingly understands, speeding up his thrusts and fully pushing his tongue into Seungmin’s mouth. Seungmin tries his best to reciprocate the kiss, but he’s kind of just sucking on Hyunjin’s tongue.
Hyunjin keeps slamming into him, somehow able to focus on kissing and fucking at the same time. Seungmin couldn’t be more in love with him.
Seungmin gasps away from the kiss on a particularly hard thrust and Hyunjin does it again and again and again and again, ripping guttural moans from Seungmin’s throat.
Hyunjin sucks and bites on his neck, lightly, but enough. Seungmin lifts his hands, using them for the first time, just to signal he’s close, two taps. “Smart puppy remembers his signals,” Hyunjin replies, grabbing the fruit off the nightstand once more before talking again. He lets it engulf his puppy’s tip and says, “Let go whenever, sweet boy.”
It’s impossible to not grind into it, it's wet and tight and has an amazing texture. The cold temperature is jarring but very welcome against his hot body. That might be what pushed him over the edge, or maybe it was his hyung’s cum spilling into him, babbling about breeding his puppy; Hyunjin isn’t really into that talk but he’ll say it for his pup and it makes it so much better feeling.
He practically screams when he comes, hands flying up to cover his mouth on instinct. It’s all so much, his brain fuzzing out from pleasure. He lets his hands fall down by the side of his head, not having the strength to hold them up anymore. Hyunjin is saying something to him, but his brain is too fuzzy to comprehend it.
Hyunjin maneuvers him into a sitting position, though Seungmin’s not quite sure how he was cleaned up. Hyunjin is pulling on his leash and he doesn’t understand what his hyung wants until the fruit is being presented to him again. He’s happy to eat.
Seungmin laps up the leaking fluids, his own cum, which would be disgusting in sober Seungmin’s mind, but to his puppy fuzzy mind, it’s fucking amazing. Addicting.
Hyunjin’s still mumbling while he eats. He understands it this time though. “Poor puppy. Made a mess. Hyung can clean it up,” he says, and Seungmin assumes he is going to help clean up the fruit and he does.
But it’s only a moment or two before he sets the now completely eaten fruit down and slides down Seungmin’s body. “Hyung’s puppy is all sticky,” he coos, then takes Seungmin’s soft cock into his mouth. Seungmin’s hips press forward and then backward, trying to escape the overstimulating heat.
Hyunjin doesn’t pull off of him and keeps down, not bobbing his head but swirling his tongue around and swallowing. It’s addicting but Seungmin can feel tears gathering in his eyes. “Hyung, hurts,” he whimpers.
Hyunjin pulls off immediately, grabbing the towel from before and wiping him up very carefully. “Hyung’s sorry, I’m sorry. Hyung was trying to get you clean without needing to shower right now. Are you okay, my love?”
“'M okay. Want cuddles, hyung.”
“Let hyung clean you up a little more, puppy.” Seungmin whines in response, not wanting to wait. “I know, I know.” He grabs a hoodie and two pairs of boxers and walks back over to Seungmin. He sets down the clothing on the bed and starts to unclasp his collar. Seungmin whines, he wants to keep the collar. “Keep?”
Seungmin nods, thankful his hyung understands him so well. Hyunjin unhooks the leash from the collar and helps a pliant Seungmin into a pair of boxers. “Hoodie?” It’s one of Hyunjin’s hoodies, he nods, putting his arms up to be helpful. “Thank you, my love, you're so helpful. Hyung is gonna throw this away. Okay?”
Seungmin nods again. “Verbal answer, please, baby,” he says, placing a kiss on Seungmin’s lips, then his left cheek, and his right cheek.
“Is okay,” Seungmin whispers and Hyunjin slips on the other pair of boxers he grabbed and walks out of the room.
Seungmin doesn’t move or talk until his hyung comes back, not wanting to be bad. Seungmin goes nonverbal during sex, more when he slips into subspace really, but he slips most of the time. He’ll only talk when prompted mostly, and they’ve talked about it before, having signals set in place now to help Seungmin.
Hyunjin comes back into the room with water and a chocolate bar in hand. “Hey, puppy. You’re so cute,” he says, fondness dripping from his voice as he settles under the blankets next to Seungmin. “Come here.” Seungmin sits in between his legs, against his chest. “Good boy.”
Seungmin is preening at the praise when the glass of water is placed against his lips. He drinks the whole thing in two gulps. “You were so thirsty, hmm?” Seungmin nods, he didn’t realize how thirsty he was before he drank it.
Hyunjin unwraps the chocolate bar and presents it to Seungmin; he’s not hungry but he’ll eat it if his hyung wants him to. “Don't eat it if you don’t want it, baby.” Seungmin whines and shakes his head no, Hyunjin puts it back in the wrapper and places it on the nightstand.
“Hey, Seungminnie?” Seungmin hums in response. “Seungmin, my love.” He wants Seungmin to talk again before they go to sleep.
“Hyunjin?” he asks, and Hyunjin answers him with a hum this time and a kiss on his temple and the top of his head. “I love you.”
“I love you, Seungmin,” he says, moving Seungmin to be able to place a kiss on his lips. It’s soft, sweet, and fast. A delicate action.
They lay down properly and Hyunjin kisses Seungmin until he falls asleep. Seungmin is so in love with his addiction.