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Seungmin was starting to regret saying yes to Jeongin, but that wasn't super rare. After all, it was usually him that came up with the ideas that pushed him to his limits, but it was also Jeongin that came up with the ideas that led to some of the best orgasm's of his life. He just wasn't quite sure yet if this was one of those occasions. 

Yesterday, Jeongin had approached him and Seungmin knew from the minute he caught a glance of that particular mischievous smile that Jeongin had been wearing that he was up to no good, and Seungmin was about to be roped into it. 

"Hyung," Jeongin had started. "I've got an idea that I think you'll like."

Seungmin had doubted it, but he'd humored Jeongin by asking what he'd had in mind. 

"Well, I saw something the other day—heard about it, actually. You know how one of my friends just got a new puppy?"

Seungmin had nodded, not sure where Jeongin was going. 

"He was telling me all about how he's started to train it, and he mentioned that he's trying clicker training. You know—where you buy a clicker and you press it each time the dog does something right, and then they get rewarded. And eventually they learn to associate hearing the clicker to getting a treat."

Seungmin had stayed quiet. He was no idiot, and he could tell where this was going, especially because he knew Jeongin was just as much into pet play as he was. Possibly even more into it. 

"So…?" Jeongin had asked. 

"So?" Seungmin had repeated.

"Can I clicker train you?"

"…What would you be training me to do?"

"You'll see," Jeongin had said smugly. "So that's a yes?"

And then came the part that Seungmin was starting to regret a little, because of course he said yes. He always said yes to Jeongin. He had just been unaware that saying yes meant giving Jeongin full control of his orgasms 

The first day, Jeongin went easy on him. He sat Seungmin down once they'd both gotten done with work (Jeongin had rode back to Seungmin's apartment with him) and pulled him straight into the bedroom.

"Look what I got," he said, and he pulled a clicker out of his pocket. Seungmin swallowed at the sight of it, but he still wasn't sure what Jeongin was going to be training him to do. It wasn't like he was an actual puppy and couldn't understand words, so anything Jeongin asked him to do he would just…do. So what could Jeongin have in mind?

"Let me give you the rules," Jeongin said as they sat down on the bed. "Basically what I'm gonna be doing is training you to only come after I've clicked this."

He gave Seungmin a second to process that. 

"And if I haven't clicked it, you're not allowed to come. No matter how close you are. And I might not let you come at all sometimes. Does that sound okay?"

Seungmin thought about it carefully, because while he did usually say yes to anything Jeongin asked of him he liked to think about it first and make sure it would be something he would enjoy as well. Not coming until he'd been given permission was nothing new to him, they did that all the time so he wasn't worried about it. He enjoyed it a lot. Not coming at all, though…that would be something new. But he trusted Jeongin.

"We can try it," he agreed. "Just…if you don't let me come at all, don't just leave me. Cause I'll probably be upset, but I think I'd be okay with it if you stay with me and…you know, praise me and cuddle me and stuff."

"Of course," Jeongin said. "And you can always tap out anytime. If you don't like it and you need to come, just tell me and I'll let you. I promise." 

"Okay," Seungmin said, nodding. "Let's try it, then."

Jeongin lit up, and immediately there was a predatory glint in his eyes. He pushed Seungmin back so that he was lying down on the bed and crawled on top of him, already reaching for the button of Seungmin's jeans. 

Seungmin let out a strangled noise at the sudden urgency but he obediently lifted his hips when Jeongin tapped him to make it easier for his pants to be pulled down, and before he knew it Jeongin was spitting into his palm and reaching into his underwear to wrap a tight fist around him. 

He inhaled sharply as Jeongin said "Today I'll go easy on you and let you come, I just want to get you used to the idea. Plus, I've been wanting to get my hands on you all day. Did you do something different with your hair? It looks fluffier."

Seungmin opened his mouth to answer but the words got lost in his mouth as Jeongin tightened his grip and twisted, and his hands flew up to grab Jeongin's shoulder. 

It didn't look like the best angle for a handjob, and Jeongin's wrist would surely be sore afterwards, but if his boyfriend wasn't complaining then Seungmin wouldn't say anything. Especially not when Jeongin started talking again. 

"I'm gonna get you trained up so nicely, puppy. Maybe if you get good enough we can show the hyungs? Would you like that? I know they would. Maybe I could pass the clicker around, so you never know who's got it. And maybe I could get you trained so well that even if you've got permission to come, you won't be able to without hearing the click. Do you think you could get to that point?"

Seungmin gave him a gurgled answer that wasn't really coherent, but he was holding onto Jeongin for dear life as his hand kept increasing in pace until it was almost a blur, and he was arching off the bed in preparation for his fast approaching orgasm. Leave it to Jeongin to get him there in just a couple minutes. 

"I hope you haven't forgotten the rule already," Jeongin said, but he didn't slow his hand down. "No coming until you've heard the click."

Seungmin nodded frantically. "I won't," he promised, and he clenched up all his muscles to prevent himself from tipping off the edge too soon. 

Jeongin must have been watching him closely, though, because as soon as he began to feel like he could come if Jeongin gave him permission, a sharp click! sounded through the room. It startled him at first, but Jeongin dug a fingernail into his slit and squeezed harshly around his tip and then he was coming all over his boyfriend's hand with a faint ringing in his ears. 

He saw Jeongin toss the clicker to the side and he used his now free hand to pull Seungmin's underwear the rest of the way off, since they had gotten a bit of cum on them. 

"Good boy," he praised. "Did so well. You think you can keep it up like that? Coming when I press the clicker?"

Seungmin nodded. "It's easy enough," he said. "Though I know you're gonna start being mean to me."

Jeongin shrugged, and he didn't try to deny it. "You like it when I'm a bit mean with you, though."

And Seungmin couldn't argue that because Jeongin knew it was true. Everyone knew it was true, in fact. He was just curious to see how mean Jeongin would actually get, especially once he started denying his orgasm's altogether instead of just delaying them. 

The next three days went similarly. Jeongin kept coming over to his dorm, and each time he would make Seungmin come some way or another, and each time he would remind Seungmin to wait until he clicked the clicker, though he usually didn't make him wait too long. 

Today Seungmin had been expecting the same thing, so he was a little surprised when Jeongin brought him right to the edge with three fingers pressed tightly against his prostate, and the sound of the clicker was nowhere to be found.

"You didn't think it would be that easy all the time, did you, puppy?" Jeongin cooed as he squirmed around on the bed, trying to escape the feeling of Jeongin's fingers because he didn't want to come without permission. 

"Jeongin-ah," he whined, bucking his hips up. "Please?"

"Not yet," Jeongin said. "Patience." 

"'M gonna come," Seungmin warned, because Jeongin was being a bit of an asshole. He must know that Seungmin couldn't hold on for much longer if he kept rubbing insistently into his prostate like he was doing, but the clicker sat beside him and he made no move to pick it up. 

"Jeongin-ah," he tried again, growing a little frantic now. "Really—'m gonna come!"

"No you won't," Jeongin said confidently. "I know you won't, because I haven't clicked the clicker and you can't come without it. You just need to get it in your head, hyung: You can't come without the clicker."

Seungmin groaned high in his throat and thrashed so hard that Jeongin had to bring his knee up onto his hip to hold him down until Seungmin physically couldn't go anywhere and couldn't do anything more than grit his teeth and take big, deep breaths as the coil in his stomach grew harder and harder to ignore. 

Jeongin moved away from his prostate for a brief moment and he sighed in relief. He made the mistake of relaxing, though, and as soon as he did Jeongin was back on his prostate, somehow pressing even harder against it than before with sharp, calculated jabs. 

He shouted in surprise, and his orgasm washed over him before he could stop it. Squeezing his legs together and tensing up his muscles was futile, and it did nothing to stop the way his cum seeped onto his stomach as his hole fluttered pathetically around Jeongin's three fingers. 

It was an unsatisfying orgasm, but mostly because he knew he hadn't been given permission. 

Jeongin tutted from above him and Seungmin cringed away from his gaze. 

"You didn't hear the clicker," Jeongin said.

"I know," Seungmin mumbled. "But you caught me off guard!"

"That shouldn't matter," Jeongin said sternly, but it contrasted with the way he had reached for the damp rag he'd placed beside the bed before starting and was already gently wiping Seungmin's mess off his tummy where it had collected. 

"It's okay, though," Jeongin told him. "Puppies make mistakes, that's why you have me to teach you. We'll get you there eventually, I know it."

Seungmin grumbled incomprehensibly, but Jeongin wasn't done.

"Besides, we can use this as a teaching moment. Bad puppies get punished after all, and maybe that will incentivize you to do better next time."

"…Punishment?" Seungmin repeated nervously. "Like what?"

"We'll leave it for next time," Jeongin said. "So don't worry about it now." 

Seungmin thought that sounded a little hard to do, but he tried to put it out of his mind and Jeongin threw the rag aside and helped him pull his pants back on.

The next time turned out to be two days later. If Felix had started wondering why Jeongin was showing up at their apartment almost each evening and disappearing with Seungmin into his room, he didn't show it. Part of Seungmin wondered if Jeongin had let the others know what they were doing (and part of him was a little thrilled at the idea). 

But he was apprehensive today, because even though Jeongin had told him not to worry about his punishment he'd been thinking about it for the past two days, and he thought he might know what it would be. 

He tried not to let his nervousness show on his face as Jeongin climbed up on the bed, though, because maybe it wouldn't be that. Maybe Jeongin had thought of some other way to punish him. 

"You want something more than my fingers today, puppy?" Jeongin asked him as he reached for the lube and gestured for Seungmin to get undressed.

"Yes, please," Seungmin responded. Jeongin hadn't actually fucked him once since they'd started this whole 'clicker training' thing and he was missing his dick.

"Yeah? Can you ask me properly, then?"

"Please will you fuck me, hyung?"

Seungmin blushed at the words, because usually Jeongin would get him at least partly into subspace before whipping out the 'hyung' card, but he was all too aware of the punishment hanging over his head at the moment and he wanted to be on his best behavior in case Jeongin decided to change his mind.

Jeongin hummed approvingly. "That's better. You want my dick, puppy? Want me to fuck you tonight?"

"Please, hyung," Seungmin asked again. "You haven't fucked me in so long."

"So long," Jeongin repeated with a scoff, pushing down his own pants and pulling his shirt over his head. "I fucked you last week, you greedy dog."

"Exactly," Seungmin said. "Last week. You're depriving me."

"I'm sure Felix sneaks into your room at least every other day for a piece of this," Jeongin rolled his eyes, giving his ass a light slap. "You're not deprived of anything. Not yet, at least."

He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly and Seungmin swallowed hard. Okay, so Jeongin was definitely not letting him come tonight. He tried to start preparing himself mentally for that. 

Jeongin prepped him thoroughly and Seungmin noticed that he wasn't making any effort to avoid his prostate, so that by the time he finally pulled his fingers out Seungmin already felt close to the edge. 

"I'll give you a second to calm down," Jeongin said smugly, clearly very proud of himself and his fingers. "We don't want you blowing your load before I've even gotten my cock in you."

"I'm not that close," Seungmin grumbled, even though it was a complete lie. His body felt warm and tingly and Jeongin could definitely have him coming in just a minute or two if he tried, but he knew he wouldn't. 

He opened his mouth to tell Jeongin to hurry up and get inside him, but he cut himself off as his boyfriend reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. 

"What are you doing?"

"Putting a condom on," Jeongin said, ripping open the packet and starting to roll it on. "This is part of your punishment."

Seungmin stared at him with an open mouth. He didn't even know he had any condoms anymore, so how did Jeongin?

"Wha—but—this is punishing you too!" He said desperately. They hadn't used condoms in forever since they all got tested regularly, and maybe Seungmin had gotten a little spoiled by always getting it raw. "Jeongin—come on!"

"First of all," Jeongin said, throwing the empty condom wrapper to the side. "I'm in charge here, so you begging won't change anything. Secondly—do you really think I would change my mind when you're not even speaking to me correctly?”

"Hyung," Seungmin tried. "You're really gonna wear that thing? It's gonna feel terrible for you."

Embarrassingly, he could feel his eyes starting to get wet. But if he wouldn't be coming tonight he at least thought he'd get to be filled up nicely. 

"It's not gonna feel terrible," Jeongin laughed. "You're so dramatic. Are you really gonna start crying cause I'm not gonna stuff you full, puppy? Are you that much of a slut?"

"'M not crying," Seungmin pouted, but he avoided Jeongin's gaze so that his teary eyes would be less obvious. He was sure that Jeongin could tell, though.

His boyfriend mercilessly decided not to tease him any further (for now, at least) because he parted Seungmin's legs a little further and lined his dick up with his hole which was stretched and shiny with lube. 

He tried to forget about the condom as Jeongin pushed in, but he couldn't help the way he noticed how it felt different. He especially mourned the loss of the large vein that ran down Jeongin's length that he could barely feel at the moment. If Jeongin was as affected by the condom as he was, he didn't show it. 

In fact, he looked like he was enjoying himself. He moaned as he pushed into the base with one thrust of his hips and he barely allowed Seungmin any time to adjust before he was fucking into him and grunting with the effort. 

"Good boy, Seungminnie," he praised, pushing one of Seungmin's legs up to his chest for a deeper angle. "You feel so good, puppy."

Seungmin grunted at the strain on his thigh but the deeper angle was doing it for him too and it felt like all the air in his lungs was punched out as Jeongin suddenly picked up a fast pace, jack-rabbiting into him.

"Hyung" he gasped, hands flying up to Jeongin's shoulders. "Hyung—slow down!"

"Why?" Jeongin asked. "You don't like this, puppy?"

And he would've—usually—but Jeongin had done too good a job prepping him and now with the fast pace he was setting Seungmin knew he'd be on the edge in no time. And he knew for a fact that Jeongin had no plans to make him come.

"I'm gonna—hic—hyung, I'm gonna come!"

Jeongin laughed at him. Laughed. How could he laugh like that when he was pounding Seungmin into the bed?

"Silly puppy. You're not gonna come."

"I am!"

"No, you're not."

And Jeongin snaked one hand down between them to wrap around Seungmin's dick. 

Seungmin let out a panicked cry and Jeongin started fisting him, his hand flying up and down almost as fast as his hips were jerking up into him. 

"Hyung!" He squealed, and he tried to squirm away but Jeongin was much stronger than he was so he really stood no chance. He was pinned down underneath him and could do nothing as his orgasm barrelled closer until he could nearly taste it. 

"Coming—coming!"

Jeongin pinched the base of his dick harshly as Seungmin arched off the bed with a wet sob, whining as Jeongin prevented him from coming. 

"Hyung," he cried out as Jeongin continued to hold his dick at the base. "Slow down—please."

"No," Jeongin denied him. "I wanna come."

"I wanna come," Seungmin retorted. "Let me come!"

"I forgot the clicker at my place," Jeongin said, an evil smile on his face even as his brow scrunched together and he continued to roll his hips up into Seungmin harshly. "And you can't come without it, so…"

"You forgot it on purpose," Seungmin accused him wetly, still writhing around as best he could as Jeongin continued to nail his prostate (probably on purpose).

"Maybe," Jeongin said. "But you deserve it. You came without permission last time and now you need to accept your punishment like a good boy. Don't you wanna be good for me?"

"Yes—ah!" He yelled as Jeongin loosened his grip on his cock and started stroking him again, digging his thumb roughly under his tip and squeezing him tight. 

"Jeongin," he protested, trying to bat his hand away but Jeongin squeezed his dick so hard that he yelped and moved his hands out of the way obediently even though he longed to rip Jeongin away from him. 

"I'm close," Jeongin told him. "Just a little longer, Min. You're so sexy like this."

"I'm close," Seungmin complained. "Please let me come, hyung, come on!"

"You can grovel and beg all you want, Seungminnie, it's not going to change my mind. But if you keep going, maybe I'll come faster and then we can be done."

"Please," Seungmin whimpered, not quite sure if he was begging to come or just begging for Jeongin to finish. He was getting dangerously close to the edge again and he knew Jeongin was just going to deny him a second time. 

He tried to brace himself for it, locking up his muscles and squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he prepared for the disappointment, but it hardly made a difference as he teetered an inch from his orgasm before Jeongin created a vice grip around the base of his cock again and cut him off.

"No-" he wailed as his orgasm was ripped away from him, his body shaking with a full body sob and he vaguely registered Jeongin swearing from above him and then the feeling on the condom being filled up. He cried even harder at that, mourning the cream-pie he could be getting right now if Jeongin wasn't so mean.

"Good boy," Jeongin was saying to him, though he sounded a little far away. "Good boy, Seungminnie, you did so, so good for me. Take some deep breaths now, okay?" 

Seungmin tried to listen to him, and his chest heaved up and down and he continued to cry and tried to weakly rut his hips up into Jeongin's body in search of any friction he could find. 

"Hey, none of that, please." 

Jeongin shifted them a little so that he was laying next to Seungmin, pulling him into his side and swinging a leg over his lap so that Seungmin couldn't move. 

"Just keep taking big deep breaths, puppy," Jeongin said, pulling Seungmin's head into his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of it. "Big breaths for me. I'm so proud of you."

Seungmin clung onto him, feeling very, very raw and open. His dick throbbed between his legs and he wanted nothing more than for Jeongin to reach down and get him off, but he tried his best to think about something else. Like how firm and solid Jeongin was under him and how much he loved being curled into him like this. 

Jeongin was stroking through his hair gently. 

"We can lay here as long as you like, puppy, and then I'm gonna draw you up a nice, warm bath. Does that sound good?"

Seungmin nodded, sniffling. 

"And remember you can tap out whenever. Right now, ten minutes from now, an hour from now. Really whenever."

"I know."

And he did know, and he had seriously considered it, but he liked giving Jeongin this much power over him. He liked how it made him feel small, and powerless, and completely under Jeongin's control. It sucked, yeah, but it was what Jeongin wanted and there was some comfort in that—in knowing that he was being good.

True to his word, Jeongin let Seungmin lay against him for a long time. He wasn't sure exactly how long it was, but Jeongin never got restless or impatient as Seungmin collected himself and calmed down, soothing himself by rubbing his nose and cheek against Jeongin's bare chest and taking in big lungfuls of his scent. 

"Good boy," Jeongin kept saying. "Do you feel a little better now?"

Seungmin nodded. His erection had gone down considerably and his breathing was much more under control. He was less desperate now, too, and felt like he was mostly over his moment of upset about not getting to come. 

"I'd like that bath now, please," he said after a couple more minutes. Sinking into a tub of warm water sounded absolutely heavenly right now. 

"Okay," Jeongin murmured. "You wanna stay here while I get it ready or come into the bathroom with me?"

Seungmin thought it over, but ultimately told Jeongin he wanted to come with. He didn't love the idea of getting out of the comfy bed but he wanted to stay close to his boyfriend. 

Jeongin didn't let him walk, and instead scooped him up in his arms like a big, lanky princess and carried him into the bathroom like his own prince charming. 

He was set on the toilet seat as Jeongin ran the bath, talking to him idly about his day as Seungmin nodded along, only half listening. 

The water was the perfect temperature when Jeongin lowered him into the tub: hot against his skin but not burning. He nearly fell asleep as Jeongin washed him off from where he was sitting behind him, keeping Seungmin close to his chest. Seungmin was sure that the closeness was as much for Jeongin's benefit as it was for his. 

"Wanna stay in for a bit?" Jeongin asked him once they were both clean.

"Mhm."

Seungmin leaned even further back against him and Jeongin took his weight gladly. 

"What do you think about having a sleepover with Lix hyung tonight?" Jeongin asked. "You think the three of us could squeeze into a bed?"

Seungmin nodded. "Me in the middle?"

"Of course. That way you can get cuddles from both sides tonight."

"I'd like that," Seungmin said quietly, feeling like he was already starting to nod off. 

He didn't have to worry about that, though, because after he fell asleep Jeongin took care of everything. He lifted him out of the tub and toweled him off, got him dressed in something comfortable and carried him to Felix's room where he was squished in between them like he'd been promised.

Jeongin gave him a couple days off after that (though during that time Felix had indeed sneaked into his room twice to 'get a piece of him' as Jeongin would say, so he'd quickly had the orgasm that he'd been denied that night).

The next time that he and Jeongin continued their training, however, Jeongin sent him a text instructing him to come over to his and Chan's apartment, which was a bit of a change since Jeongin had been making himself comfortable in Seungmin's bed since they'd started this. 

"We're gonna try again tonight," Jeongin told him once he had Seungmin undressed and spread out on his bed. He thought that they had the place to themselves because Chan was most likely still in his studio, but he couldn't be sure and Jeongin hadn't mentioned it. It wouldn't be the first time Chan had heard him get pounded from through the walls, however. 

"Let's see if you can control yourself this time."

Jeongin showed him the clicker in his hand and then tossed it aside for now, but at least he had it, unlike the other night. Seungmin just needed to make sure he didn't come at all unless Jeongin had allowed it. He could do that, right? He guessed it would depend on how mean Jeongin felt like being with him. 

"How should I play with you tonight, though?" Jeongin mused. "That's the question, isn't it? Any requests, Seungminnie?" 

"Your dick?" Seungmin asked hopefully, but Jeongin didn't look convinced. 

"Boring," he said. "You get that all the time. Why don't we spice it up a little?" 

He swung himself off the bed, and Seungmin watched as he started digging around in his closet, though he must not have found something he approved of for tonight because he quickly turned away from it.

"Be right back," he said, and then left the room, leaving Seungmin naked and alone on his bed to wonder where he'd gone. All his toys must be in his room, right? So what on earth could he be looking for?

He came back quickly. "This should be perfect."

And…oh. That was Chan's favorite toy. Jeongin must've stolen it from his room.

It was a dildo, but he knew for a fact that its plain appearance hid a very powerful vibration capable of making his teeth chatter. He squeezed his legs together at the thought of it. 

"Will Chan hyung be okay with us using it?" He asked, trying to sound neutral and not like he was absolutely giddy at using the toy. He'd seen Chan use it on himself before and he knew it was one of their leader's preferred ways to relax before bed after a stressful day. 

"He won't mind," Jeongin told him. "And I'll clean it for him afterwards. Our Channie hyung always looks like he's enjoying himself a lot when he uses this, aren't you curious to try it?"

And, well, Seungmin couldn't deny that. He nodded, and Jeongin smirked. "He's out of the house now, anyways, so what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Unless, of course, he comes home and finds you fucked out on his favorite toy, but you're cute enough that I'm sure he'd forgive you."

He was already reaching for his lube, but Seungmin couldn't take his eyes off the toy. It was a nude color (Chan really loved realism when it came to his toys) with a thick vein running down it, reminding him of their leader's own dick. Maybe there was something else to unpack there about that but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind as Jeongin settled between his thighs. 

Figuring that he'd be penetrated some way tonight, Seungmin had taken the time to prep himself before coming over so that Jeongin didn't have to spend the time doing it for him. He was glad for that now, because he didn't know if he had the patience for a thorough fingering. He also knew that Jeongin would've taken the opportunity to get him close to the edge before even getting the toy in him (like last time), and he wanted to give himself a slight edge. 

Jeongin's hands were warm against his bare thighs as he parted them, and Seungmin gulped at the realization that his boyfriend was fully dressed while he was naked as the day he was born. The imbalance had goosebumps appearing down his arms.

"What's this?" Jeongin said as he got a look at Seungmin's stretched hole, still slightly wet from the lube he'd used earlier. "Desperate, are we?"

"Just doing you a favor," Seungmin grumbled. "Less work and all."

"Sure, puppy," Jeongin said. "Or you were just needy and wanted to get your hands on yourself. Did you make yourself come?"

His tone sounded genuinely curious but Seungmin knew that there was a right answer.

"No." 

"Good boy." 

Jeongin slipped three fingers inside of him to make sure that he'd done a good enough job, but he must have been satisfied with his work because he withdrew them quickly. Seungmin was surprised that he didn't try getting him more worked up, but he supposed the vibrator would do a good job of that on its own.

"Should we see why Channie hyung loves this toy so much?" Jeongin asked as he spread Seungmin's legs just a little bit more and rubbed the tip of the toy against his hole. It was moderately thick in size (again, a little like Chan's…) but with three fingers of prep he should be able to take it relatively easy. 

Jeongin pushed it in. Slowly at first, and then faster when he saw how well Seungmin was taking it. He breathed around the intrusions but it didn't feel much different than other dildos they had in their collection. He had some himself in his room that he used when his fingers weren't enough but he didn't feel like bothering one of his boyfriends. He knew Chan had an attachment to this one, though, and he was eager to test this one out. He really hoped that Chan wouldn't mind.

"Okay?" Jeongin checked when it was fully in, and Seungmin nodded at him. 

"Feels good, Jeongin-ah."

"Just wait, it'll get even better soon," Jeongin told him, and he pulled the toy out until just the tip was left inside of him. Seungmin clenched around it, trying to prevent Jeongin from pulling it all the way out, but his boyfriend only shoved it back in, all the way to the flared base, and he grunted as he was pushed up the bed a little from the force. 

Jeongin was being surprisingly gentle with him, moving the toy in and out slowly so that Seungmin could feel each inch of it as it rubbed up against his sensitive insides. 

"Look at you, all stretched out on your Channie hyung's favorite toy. How many times do you think this has been inside of him, hm?"

The thought made him shiver, and he tried to clench his legs shut but Jeongin's body was preventing that. They shared toys all the time, sure, but this one especially was Chan's and he didn't think any of the others had gotten to use it. Of course, Jeongin had stolen it, but still. There was something about this toy being exclusively Chan's that turned him on, and made him feel like it was special. Like maybe he'd been a very good boy lately and this was his reward–being allowed to use it. 

As always, Jeongin seemed able to read his mind. 

"Only the best puppies get to use their owner's toys," Jeongin told him. "Have you been good lately, Seungmin?"

He bobbed his head up and down quickly as Jeongin twisted the dildo inside of him in a way that had him squirming. He wished he would go a bit quicker, because the slow pace was a little overwhelming. 

"Have you really? Wasn't I just punishing you a couple days ago?"

Seungmin whined at that. "Took my punishment really well," he protested. "Hyung said so."

"Ah," Jeongin said. "That's right. You did do very well, didn't you? Are you going to be a good boy tonight, as well?"

Seungmin nodded eagerly. 

"You're sure? You won't come until you hear the clicker?"

"Promise," Seungmin said, even though he wasn't quite sure he could keep that promise. He would try his best, at least. 

Jeongin seemed set on making it hard for him, though, because as soon as the promise left his lip, his boyfriend was fiddling with the base of the toy and then it was shooting to life inside of him. 

The vibrator seemed to only have one setting: strong

No wonder Chan loved this thing

Seungmin squealed as it turned on, arching up off the bed and into Jeongin's arms as his boyfriend held him down, forcing him to lie there and take it. 

He could hear the buzzing in his ears, and he wasn't used to so much stimulation all at once. All of his toys had different levels and he usually started at the bottom one, so this felt like being plunged into the deep end with nothing to hold onto. 

He could see the skin of his thighs shaking with the force of the vibrations and all he could do was cling onto Jeongin as he tried to get used to it, but that was proving futile.

In just a few seconds he was gasping for air as he writhed and whined, the dildo pressing snug against his walls.

"Jeong—hnngggggg," he cut himself off with a long groan as Jeongin started to thrust the toy in and out of him again, pressing it occasionally against his prostate and sending a shock up and down his body each time. 

"Ah—ah!" He puffed out, instinctively trying to crawl up the bed away from the vibrations but Jeongin's one hand was keeping him in place and he really stood no chance against him, even when he was fighting with all his body weight and Jeongin was just using one arm to secure him. 

He felt trapped, but that only had his dick throbbing harder between his legs where it was laying, untouched, and feeling ready to burst. 

"Enjoying yourself?" Jeongin teased. "You like Channie's toy, puppy?"

Fuck yeah he did. He wondered briefly if Chan would notice if he sneaked it out of the apartment but then Jeongin thrust the toy in at the perfect angle and he cried out, twisting in the sheets as his nails dug into Jeongin's skin. 

"Jeongin," he whimpered. "Hyung—it's strong!"

"Yeah, I can tell," Jeongin said. "And very loud." He seemed to have figured out that if he fucked Seungmin with the dildo at that particular angle that he got even more desperate, his whimpers bouncing off the walls of the room. "If Chan hyung comes home and walks by my room, he would hear it for sure. Do you think he would recognize the sound of his favorite toy? Think he would know what we're up to?

"Maybe he would come in. Maybe he would be mad at us—at me—for using it, but you wouldn't care, would you? In fact, I'm sure Chan hyung barging in here all mad and red in the face would make you come. How pathetic would that be?"

Seungmin was barely paying attention to him, but he knew he was being teased. Knew that Jeongin was making fun of him in some way and the tips of his ears burned in humiliation.

"Or maybe Channie hyung would be embarrassed," Jeongin continued. "Maybe he would feel ashamed, knowing that we know how much he loves this thing. Or maybe he would be turned on, seeing you being fucked on the toy he uses on himself most nights. Maybe he's on his way home right now, looking forward to using it, and maybe he'll be so impatient for it that he won't even clean it after you're done with it. 

"Do you think he would let me use it on him? I could lay him out on the bed right next to you, alternating who gets it until you're both a shaking mess. My two good puppies." 

Seungmin wailed at the image being formed in his head, Chan right next to him as Jeongin wrecked them both with the toy. He was already wrecked, that was for sure. 

Each breath was being punched out of his chest and he was fighting harder and harder against Jeongin as his body tried to curl up on itself. He was on overdrive, and it felt like his soul could jump out of him if the vibrations kept going for much longer. Or maybe he was just about to come. 

"Gonna—" he tried to warn Jeongin, looking desperately at the clicker still on the bed next to them. Jeongin hadn't reached for it. 

"Gonna?" Jeongin mocked him. "Gonna come? Are you getting close, puppy? You can't come yet, though. I haven't used the clicker."

Seungmin watched as he took one hand off of him to reach for it, curling his fingers around it. Without the hand holding him down he started to struggle more, but Jeongin's legs were holding him down as they bracketed both of his sides. 

"You look like a puppy about to get a treat," Jeongin laughed at him. "Not quite yet, though. I want you to hold it." 

"I can't," Seungmin said desperately, and this was feeling like a repeat of a couple nights ago when he'd lost control and came without permission. He really didn't want a repeat of that so he focused with all his might on keeping his orgasm at bay even as Jeongin tried to pull it out of him by thrusting the dildo right into his prostate. He nearly shrieked. 

"Hold it, Seungmin. Wait for the clicker."

"I can't! Can't, can't can't can't can't—!"

There were tears in his eyes as he tried desperately to control himself. Jeongin was obviously enjoying himself, the power trip going to his head as he held Seungmin at his mercy, the clicker sitting innocently in his hand. His finger hovered over the button, and Seungmin watched with rapt eyes. 

"A little longer…" Jeongin teased, and he angled the toy so that it reached impossibly deeper. 

"Hyung," Seungmin moaned, hoping for some pity points. He was also hoping that if he could trigger Jeongin's 'hyung' kink maybe he'd get so turned on he'd let him come. He knew his boyfriend well, and he knew that Jeongin loved watching him come more than anything in this world, so he knew he would get permission eventually (especially since this wasn't a punishment) but he just wasn't sure if he'd be able to last until then.

"I'm gonna fucking come—"

"Hold it."

"Jeongin—"

"Hold. It."

Seungmin cried out as the knot in his stomach twisted tighter and tighter until he was sure he was going to explode, the vibrations shaking his whole body until his teeth really were chattering.

"Jeongin, Jeongin, Jeongin, J—!"

And then—click!

He didn't even have time to process what the sound meant before he was coming hard, the power of it forcing his body off the bed as he let out a silent cry. His eyes rolled to the very back of his head and lights flashed behind his eyelids as the muscles in his neck strained from the way his head was thrown back. 

Eventually his vocal chords started working again and he vaguely registered the sound of a sharp keen splitting through the noise of the toy, and there was a warm hand on his hip pressing him down into the bed. 

His head and ears were filled with cotton as he came down from it, panting and sweating like he'd just finished a concert. He coughed once, body still shaking, and just as the vibrations bordered on the edge of way too much Jeongin was messing with the base of it again and powering it off, slipping it out gently. 

"Good boy, Seung," Jeongin was saying, and Seungmin watched blearily as he tossed both the toy and the clicker to the side before shoving his pants down. "Think you can stay just like that for me? Give me those precious puppy eyes?"

Seungmin never knew exactly what they meant by 'puppy eyes' but his boyfriends always told him he did it naturally, so he just peered up at Jeongin as he wrapped a hand around himself and started tugging furiously. 

He was already rock hard and leaking, clearly worked up from playing with him. 

Maybe thirty seconds after Jeongin started getting himself off, they heard the front door open and close. 

"Oh fuck," Jeongin swore. "Fuck."

Seungmin couldn't tell whether he was upset or thrilled at Chan being home, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He was much too busy admiring his nice view. 

Jeongin's pre-cum was dripping down onto his thigh as his boyfriend jacked himself off, looking very close to the edge as they both strained their ears for the sound of Chan walking down the hallway.

Seungmin wondered if he would knock on the door, but he didn't, and a couple seconds later they heard him enter his own room.

"Look at me," Jeongin urged him, and Seungmin turned back to him. 

"Yeah, just like that. Just keep looking at me—fuck, puppy."

And then he was spilling all over his hand, some of it spilling onto Seungmin. Jeongin trembled through his orgasm and ended up placing a hand on the bed to stabilize himself as he bit his lip hard between his teeth. 

"He didn't come in," Seungmin pouted.

"Yeah." Jeongin was panting as he wiped his hand off on his sheets. Seungmin scrunched his nose at the mess, he'd definitely be making Jeongin change the bed if he expected him to sleep on it. "I'm sure he's just using the bathroom and changing and then he'll come say hello."

"We need to give him his toy back," Seungmin mumbled. "Think he'll be mad?"

"No." Jeongin sounded confident. "I wouldn't have taken it if I'd thought he'd actually be upset about it. He'll think it's hot, you'll see."

Sure enough, they only had to lay there a couple more minutes before they heard Chan exit his room and come knock on Jeongin's.

"Come in, hyung."

"Oh, I didn't know you were here, Seungminnie," Chan said as he peeked his head in. "You two look like you had some fun tonight."

Jeongin hummed. "All thanks to you, hyung. This thing is amazing." And he pointed to Chan's toy lying discarded on the bed next to them.

Chan seemed to glitch for a couple seconds.

"What–where did you get that?"

"Your closet."

"Oh." Chan's ears were turning pink very quickly. "Yeah–it's nice."

"I loved it, hyung," Seungmin said, stretching his long legs out. "'S so powerful."

He could see Jeongin smirking at Chan as the latter shifted on his feet, embarrassed.

"Hyung, do you think you could go start the shower for us? And change the bed sheets?"

Chan scoffed, though he still looked caught off guard. "And why would I do that? Don't you have two working legs, Yang Jeongin?"

"Yeah, but maybe once we're relaxed and clean I'll give you back your toy and you can show us how you use it. Does that sound fun?"

Chan blushed harder, somehow. "…You wanna watch me?"

"Watch you, order you around. All that fun stuff. You want to see that, Seungmin hyung?"

"Yes," Seungmin said eagerly. "Please hyung? After we shower?"

Chan thought about it, but Seungmin knew what his answer would be.

"Okay, I'll go get the shower ready for you."

Seungmin giggled as Chan made his way into the bathroom, turning his body further into Jeongin's.

"Good job," he said. "Now we get a show before bed."

"As if it were hard to convince him," Jeongin rolled his eyes. "Should I use the clicker on him, too? Get you both trained up? You could be my little helper, I'll even let you push the button for me. Only when I tell you to, though."

Seungmin shivered at the idea. He wouldn't mind getting Chan involved with the clicker training. Two was better than one, after all. 

One group shower later and he found himself being toweled off by Jeongin. Chan had joined them, wanting to wash off after work, even though they'd all probably need another shower after Jeongin was through with them.

"Ah-Ah," Jeongin said as he tried to pull away to go grab some clothes. "Stay here while I get Chan hyung dried off and then I want the both of you on the bed. No need to get dressed."

That was fair, Seungmin thought. Why put clothes on when Jeongin would just make them get naked again?

He waited patiently as Chan stepped out of the shower into the new towel Jeongin had grabbed (Seungmin wouldn't have minded using the same one but he knew Chan was peculiar about certain things and Jeongin had no problem catering to his preferences) and let himself be lovingly dried off. 

"Off you go, then," Jeongin said, giving Chan two light taps on the ass to coax him and Seungmin out of the bathroom where they both crawled up on the bed, all the way to the headboard where they huddled together, a little chilly after their shower.

Jeongin had foregone any clothes as well, and Seungmin loved the way a couple droplets of water dripped down from his orange hair and made their way down his firm chest.

"Look at this," Jeongin said. "Two puppies, all for me. How did I get so lucky?"

Neither Seungmin or Chan could think of something to say back to him. Secretly Seungmin thought he was going a little dumb already. It wasn't surprising though, seeing as he'd already had one very powerful orgasm and playing with Chan always seemed to make him slip a bit faster as well.

"Chan, get yourself all spread out, come on. Lay down more. And Seungmin you come more towards me. You're my little helper right now, remember?"

They rearranged a little so that Chan was laying flat on his back with Jeongin and Seungmin at his feet. Their oldest boyfriend was looking up at them almost nervously, with that wide eyed and cautious gaze that he always seemed to develop when he was subbing. 

"Good boy, Chan-ah," Jeongin said, rubbing one hand up Chan's calf, and Seungmin saw him relax a little. Unlike him, Chan needed to be told he was doing well every three minutes or he might actually start crying. Seungmin, on the other hand, occasionally liked to see how far he could push his boyfriends until they really snapped. 

The toy was still laying on the bed where Jeongin had placed it earlier, and he picked it back up in his hands, holding it up for Chan to see. 

"Were you already planning to use this tonight, Channie? Were you thinking about it on your way home?"

Chan's ears, which had gone back to their normal color in the shower, were quickly growing red again.

Silently, he nodded.

"You were? Were you gonna fuck yourself on it?"

Again, Chan nodded.

"Well, it's your lucky night, then. Because now you've got me to fuck you on it instead, and all I want you to do is lie there and look pretty for us. Can you do that, Chan-ah?"

"Yes, Jeongin-ah."

"Mm, you can do a bit better than that, right?"

"He wants you to call him 'hyung'," Seungmin said helpfully, his head on Jeongin's shoulder. He felt a little powerful being at this end of Chan, when usually he would be lying down right now to him, wondering what was about to happen. 

"Hush, puppy," Jeongin told him, patting his butt. "Channie knows what I want."

"Um…what was the question again?" Chan asked. 

Jeongin chuckled. "I asked if you were gonna lie here and look pretty for us while we fuck you," Jeongin told him. 

"Oh—right. Yes, hyung. I'll—I'll lie here for you."

Seungmin wondered if Jeongin would make him repeat the rest of the sentence, but he was already lubing up the toy since most of it had dried up or rubbed off since they'd been in the shower. 

"And you, Seungminnie," Jeongin said. "You get to hold onto this."

He held out the clicker, and Seungmin took it with wide eyes. He felt even more powerful now, but he knew he'd get in trouble for using it before Jeongin told him to. 

"Are you stretched open at all, puppy?" Jeongin asked Chan. "Need me to do it for you?"

"Hyung do it for me?" Chan requested.

And Jeongin could never say no to that, so Seungmin sat restlessly as he fingered their boyfriend open, eyes watching each of Chan's twitches and shivers raptly as he squirmed on Jeongin's long fingers. 

"Good puppy," Jeongin kept crooning, probably unable to help himself. And Seungmin couldn't blame him. There was something about seeing their leader come undone so easily on just a couple fingers that had his heart swelling with an incredibly fond feeling. Especially after a long day at work, he knew this was just what Chan deserved. 

His little "ah—ah!'s" were so cute and Seungmin found himself wanting to reach down and touch him just to pull out more of those noises.

But he kept himself still because he wanted Jeongin's approval, and he didn't want to steal the attention away from Chan by being a brat and forcing Jeongin to correct him. 

At some point Chan got overwhelmed and tried to close his legs to block Jeongin's access, but Jeongin was having none of that.

"Nuh-uh, Chan-ah. Don't hide yourself from me." He slipped his fingers out, then. "Seungminnie, hold him open for me while I fuck him on his toy."

Seungmin brought his hands forward, eager to get them on his boyfriend. He gripped Chan's thighs and pushed them open. He wouldn't normally be the best candidate for holding his boyfriends down since he was far from the strongest of them, but Chan was good. He would be trying his best to keep himself spread open for Jeongin and he just needed Seungmin to help him. Still, it sent a thrill through Seungmin to think he was the one keeping his legs spread for Jeongin to play with him.

Jeongin had the toy back in hand. It was turned off and looked innocent enough, but now Seungmin knew for himself how much of a kick it was hiding in its plain appearance. 

"Gonna make you feel good, puppy," Jeongin said, lining the toy up with Chan's stretched hole. It was winking at them, desperate to be filled and Jeongin soon granted that request. 

Chan let out a whine as it was pushed in, muffled by the fist he was biting down on. Seungmin watched greedily as his hole stretched around it, rippling a little as the ridges and bumps of the dildos veins slid into him until he had taken the whole thing. 

Jeongin gave him a second to get used to it, even though Chan must have used this dildo hundreds of times. 

"'M ready, hyung," he said quickly. 

"Oh, I bet you are," Jeongin teased lightly, but he began to fuck the dildo in and out, starting slowly just like he had with Seungmin so that Chan could feel each inch as it moved inside of him. 

He was writhing on the bed already. Their Channie hyung was sensitive and it never took too much stimulation to get him worked up and desperate. Jeongin hadn't even turned the vibrations on before he was letting out a constant stream of whimpers as his legs threatened to close against Seungmin's hands. 

He held them open, though, and enjoyed the pleading eyes that Chan was giving both of them, like he was begging for them to stop and keep going at the same time. 

"We haven't even gotten to the good part yet, Channie," Jeongin chuckled as Chan let out a yelp. Jeongin must have gotten the perfect angle. "And remember, no coming until Seungmin clicks the clicker. You'll be a good puppy for me, yeah?"

"Yes, hyung," Chan managed to get out through his fist. "'M gonna wait!"

"Good boy," Jeongin told him, and Seungmin saw Chan do a full body shiver at the praise. He was so easy. 

His own dick had taken an interest in the scene unfolding in front of him. It had been a while now since his orgasm and his dick had been filling up slowly since Jeongin first got his fingers in Chan. By now he was fully hard and as he glanced down at himself a bead of pre-cum beaded to the tip of his dick.

"Jeongin," he mumbled, and nodded his head towards his dick once Jeongin looked at him. "Um…can I touch myself, please?"

Maybe he should've expected the way Jeongin laughed at him and asked, "What do you think?"

"No," he muttered solemnly. 

"That's right," Jeongin said. "You had your turn already, maybe I'll think about letting you come after Chan has."

He squirmed uncomfortably as his dick throbbed between his legs but he distracted himself by training his eyes on Chan again and perked up as he saw Jeongin's fingers stray towards the base of the toy where he knew the power button was. 

Chan hadn't seemed to notice, though, and Jeongin winked at him right before he pressed the button.

The vibrations clearly took Chan by surprise and he let out a strangled moan as his legs tried to jerk shut, but Seungmin was using all his strength to keep them open for Jeongin who pushed the dildo all the way inside of Chan and then left it there, his hands retreating. 

Together, they watched as Chan struggled, his neck strained and his hands clenching the bedsheets tight. He'd given up on trying to muffle his sounds and was moaning wantonly for them both to hear. Seungmin's dick kept twitching in interest as Chan writhed on the bed beneath him. 

"Remember, Channie," Jeongin said as Chan's hips bucked off the bed, trying to fuck himself on the toy since Jeongin wasn't touching it anymore. "No coming until you hear the clicker."

Chan's thighs were rippling with the force of the vibrations and Seungmin was squinting at his stomach, trying to decide whether he could see a slight bulge or whether he was just imagining it. 

He was holding the clicker tightly in his hand, but being careful not to click it too early. He felt like he was on the edge of his seat watching a good movie, the way he was so anticipating Jeongin giving the word for him to click it.

He wanted to see Chan come, but he also wanted Jeongin to draw it out a little so he could continue watching as Chan visibly clenched down on the vibrator. 

"Jeongin-ah," he moaned pitifully, and then quickly corrected himself. "Hyung—sorry. 'M close."

Jeongin cooed at him. "Yes, I can see that. You wanna come, Channie?"

"Please?" Chan whimpered, showing off his own pair of puppy eyes, slightly watery. He was twitching non stop now as he tried his best to fuck himself down on the toy, but Seungmin could tell he was holding himself back, probably in fear of being scolded. 

"In a little bit," Jeongin promised him. "I'm curious to see how long you can hold on, Chan-ah."

Chan gave another broken whimper, but Seungmin knew that Jeongin wouldn't push him too hard. Not tonight, at least, when they could both tell that Chan was tired after work, and he also knew Jeongin would be careful not to delay his orgasm for so long that he came on accident, because that would just upset Chan. While Seungmin found some thrill and excitement in the promise of a punishment, Chan usually just beat himself up and they tried to prevent that. 

So Jeongin only let him whine and struggle for another minute or two before Seungmin kept glancing sideways at him, eagerly awaiting the command to use the clicker. 

Chan had started begging for his orgasm, now, and he wondered if this is what he had sounded like earlier.

"Please, hyung," Chan was pleading. "I can't—"

"Yes, you can," Jeongin told him soothingly. He hadn't touched him in minutes now but the vibrator was doing all the work for him, letting Jeongin focus solely on watching him. "I know you can, you're doing really well, Chan-ah. Just wait for the clicker."

Chan was sweating on Jeongin's sheets, probably with the effort of holding himself back. His hands were still twisted into the sheets and his dick was sitting lonely against his stomach. Seungmin almost felt bad for him but he knew Chan had no difficulties coming without his dick being touched. 

"Hyungggggg," Chan whined, a slight note of panic entering his voice as he got closer and closer to the edge, the muscles of his stomach clenched and unclenched rapidly as his breathing picked up until he was almost gasping for air. 

Just as Seungmin glanced at Jeongin and opened his mouth to let him know that Chan would definitely not be able to hold his orgasm off for much longer, Jeongin spoke up.

"Click it, puppy," he said softly, and Seungmin jolted. He fumbled quickly with the clicker in his hand, his thumb finding the big button in the middle, and as soon as he pressed down the loud click! Filled the room.

Chan's chest heaved with a relieved groan as his body jerked, and Jeongin even reached out to wrap a hand around his cock as it started spilling. 

Chan had his eyes closed for at least a half minute after he was done coming, slumping into the bed with a tired moan as Jeongin switched the toy off and slipped it out gently. For the second time that night, it got tossed to the side. 

Seungmin kinda wanted to lay down right next to Chan because he was looking very comfy, but he couldn't ignore the way he was still hard and leaking, even more so now. 

"Jeongin hyung…" he tried, tugging on his arm. "Can I come now?"

Jeongin looked him up and down, considering.

"I've been really good," Seungmin added eagerly. 

"You have," Jeongin agreed, nodding, and Seungmin's heart skipped a beat. "You can come if you'd like, pup, but you've gotta use Channie to get off. If you wanna come so bad you can hump him like the desperate dog you are. Go on." 

Seungmin only hesitated for a couple seconds, debating whether the humiliation would be worth getting to come again and he quickly decided that it was.

Chan watched him with wide eyes as he scooted forward and straddled one of his legs before leaning over so he could slot their lips together. He wasn't sure if he should've asked for permission to kiss him, but Jeongin didn't stop him as he rubbed his tongue across Chan's bottom lip and started grinding his dick down on his thigh. 

It was a big, strong, meaty thigh and it provided the perfect friction for him to rub against. He was already pretty close just from watching Chan come and so it wasn't long before he was practically panting into his mouth. 

Chan was pliant underneath him, letting Seungmin kiss him and use him as he laid perfectly still, likely too dazed from his orgasm still to do much reciprocating. 

He kept his thigh tensed up though, so that it felt better for Seungmin, and he didn't complain as he kissed and sucked at his lips, drinking in the taste of him. 

"Channie hyung," he moaned, releasing his lips to press his face into the juncture of Chan's neck and shoulder, too far gone to care that it was slightly sweaty. 

Jeongin hadn't said a word but he could feel his eyes on his back, and if he strained his ears he thought he could hear the wet sound of Jeongin jerking himself off to the sight of him.

It was the thought of that that eventually tipped him over the edge and had him smearing cum all over Chan's leg. He grinded himself through his orgasm until he couldn't stand it anymore, lifting his hips up slightly before curling into Chan's side and peering up at Jeongin who, sure enough, had his dick in hand.

"My puppies look so worn out," he said. "You both did really well for me, but I wonder if you can both be good for me one more time?"

Chan perked up visibly at that, and Seungmin almost snorted. He may be tired, but Chan would take any opportunity to earn some praise. Not that he necessarily needed to do something for them to praise him, but he always said it felt better if he felt like he’d worked for it. 

"Think you puppies can help me get off?" Jeongin asked them. "I'll let you both swallow if you do."

Now that was motivation enough to get Seungmin interested as well, so both he and Chan pulled themselves up and shuffled towards Jeongin who placed a hand on their heads and pushed down until their faces were level with his dick. 

"I've been craving your mouths on me all night," Jeongin told them. "Be nice and work together and then you can share the reward, yeah?"

"Yes, hyung," Chan said, but Seungmin dove right in. He took the tip into his mouth and started suckling as Chan leaned down further to mouth around his base. 

Jeongin groaned and tightened his grip on their hair, not letting them pull away even if they wanted to. 

"Just like that," he sighed. "Good boys, both of you. Make me come."

And they were trying their best. Seungmin pulled off the tip after a minute and Chan lifted his head to press his own lips against it. The sight was so dizzying that Seungmin leaned in again and tried to kiss him, Jeongin's dick fitting neatly between them.

"Fuck," Jeongin breathed as they kissed around his dick, their tongues coming out to lick at him before going back to making out sloppily. His cock was twitching between them and Chan broke away from him eventually to take Jeongin properly in his mouth, so Seungmin swapped places with him and crouched down to take one of his balls into his mouth, sucking gently.

Jeongin only lasted about another thirty seconds before Seungmin noticed his dick start to pulse, and when he glanced up he could see Chan swallowing. 

Scared of missing out, he was maybe a little rougher than he should've been as he pushed his boyfriend out of the way to get his own mouth around Jeongin and greedily swallow the second part of his load.

"Good boys," Jeongin was still saying. "Did so well tonight. Did you both get some cum?"

"Yes, hyung," Seungmin said as Jeongin used a finger to wipe at the corner of his mouth. "Thank you."

"Thank you, hyung," Chan repeated quickly. "It was really yummy."

"Okay, you can stop with the 'hyung' now," Jeongin told them, the beginnings of a blush forming on his cheeks. "We're all done, okay? You both feel okay?"

"Just tired," Chan murmured, and Seungmin could see his eyes struggling to stay open. "Today was rough at work."

"Aw, I'm sorry, hyung. Will another hot shower help you feel better?" 

"Yes," Chan said right away. "And having you both in my bed tonight wouldn't hurt either. You staying over, Seungminnie?"

Seungmin nodded, rubbing his own eyes. He didn't feel like walking back, and he knew Jeongin would prefer to have him close tonight.

"Come on, then," Jeongin said, hopping off the bed. He clearly had more energy than the two of them. "Shower time, then you'll get some cuddles."

The next day, Minho got to him before Jeongin had the chance. 

"Come home with me today, Seungmo?" He asked sweetly (which really should have raised his suspicions) as they were nearing the end of their dance practice. "I feel like I haven't seen you in a while."

And of course Seungmin couldn't say no to that, especially when Minho was being unusually lovey dovey with him by slinging an arm around his waist and pulling him close.

He caught Jeongin's eye before he slipped into the van taking Minho and Jisung home, but his youngest boyfriend just smiled and waved at him before jumping into his own car. They had definitely been spending a lot of time together lately, so maybe tonight they could both take the time to hang out with their other boyfriends. 

Minho filled him up with some good food while the two of them plus Jisung sat in the living room, but pretty soon he was being dragged off to Minho's room where his older boyfriend immediately started up a shower.

"Dance practice always leaves me feeling so gross," Minho complained, and Seungmin had to agree. 

Minho's hands found his ass almost the instant he pulled his pants down and he grumbled half-heartedly as his hyung squeezed and fondled at him.

"So cute," Minho muttered as he gave one last squeeze and then a couple pats, ushering him into the shower once it had warmed up. "In you go, Seungmo."

They washed off quickly, and it felt nice to get the layer of sweat and grime cleaned off his body (though he was distracted every minute or so by Minho's hand finding its way back to his ass like a magnet).

He was a little surprised when he was pushed up against the shower wall and kissed, but he certainly wasn't complaining about it. 

Minho kissed him slowly at first, like he was savoring it, but soon he seemed to get impatient. His hands came up to rub along Seungmin's sides and he moved his lips south, kissing and biting down his neck until Seungmin was shivering and twitching against the wall.

"Hyung…" he muttered, but Minho shushed him, one of his hands sneaking back to grab onto his ass for the millionth time that shower, except this time his fingers dipped into his crack to rub over his hole. 

Seungmin groaned and pressed back against the fingers as Minho sucked on his collarbone, but he moved away from each spot early enough to not risk a mark forming. 

"Minho hyung," he groaned again, bringing his own hands up to touch him back. He roamed over Minho's wet chest, groping at his pecks and pinching his nipples until Minho was hissing against his skin. 

"Want my fingers in you," Minho muttered, fumbling for the lube he kept in his shower (because he was weird and refused to use anything besides lube). "Haven't been in you for so long."

"It's been like a week and a half," Seungmin snided, but he made no objection as Minho slicked up his fingers and brought them back to his ass before beginning to wiggle his pointer finger inside. 

He groaned and reached up to grab onto the back of Minho's neck, but the finger slid in pretty easily. 

"You taste so good," Minho murmured against his neck, still sucking and nipping at the skin there. 

"Cause you just covered me in body wash," Seungmin reminded him. He was quickly getting bored of having just one finger sliding slowly in and out of him, and he pinched Minho's side.

"Give me more."

He saw Minho raise an eyebrow. "That's not a very nice tone, Kim Seungmin."

"I don't care," he said. "I want more than one small finger."

"Well excuse me for trying not to rush you," but Minho started working a second digit alongside the first, and that felt much better. 

He hummed in content as Minho thrusted into him with both fingers, feeling pleasantly stretched out and warm under the shower water. 

"You feel loose," Minho told him, and he could tell it was meant to sound teasing. "You've been getting around lately, hm?"

"You jealous?" 

"Of you or our boyfriends?"

"I don't know hyung, maybe you're jealous of me. We both know you like getting bent over from time to time."

Minho crooked his fingers meanly to jab into prostate which was effective in getting him to shut up for a bit. He grunted, hands still on Minho's chest and he pinched a nipple again in retaliation.

"Get your hand off my nipple and onto my dick," Minho told him, though there was no hiding the flush on his face which made it obvious that he was affected."

Seungmin grumbled but he listened to him, snaking his hand down between their bodies to wrap around Minho's cock. It was hard and heavy in his hand and he twisted his palm around the head. 

"Yeah," Minho sighed. "Just like that, Seungmo. You want a third?"

Seungmin nodded, and so Minho removed his fingers briefly to add a little more lube before he was adding a third finger. It was a snug fit but they went in without too much resistance and it didn't take long for Minho to start thrusting all three of them in at a steady pace, making sure to graze over his prostate every couple times. 

"Kiss me again," Seungmin said at some point, using his other hand to grab a fistful of hair at the back of Minho's neck and bring his lips up to meet his own. 

He tightened his grip on Minho's cock until the man was moaning into his mouth and increasing the speed of his fingers. They were pressed so tightly together now that he was having trouble keeping his hand moving but he tried his best, and Minho seemed to be appreciating his efforts since he was leaking all over his hand, though it was a little hard to tell since they were still in the stream of water. 

They were silent for several minutes as they touched each other, both of them slowly building up to the edge until Seungmin thought he could come soon. Minho was an ace with his fingers, after all, and he always seemed to know exactly where to press to make him come undone. 

But just as he was about to open his mouth to tell Minho he was close, the fingers inside him started to slow down.

"Hey—" he said. "What?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Minho asked him. "Something important?"

But Seungmin drew a blank. "What? Hyung, I was about to come."

"Exactly," Minho said. "But you're not allowed to, are you? Not without this."

And he reached behind Seungmin's head to where there was a cut out in the shower used for shower products. When he pulled his hand back, there was a black dog clicker in it. Exactly the same as Jeongin's.

"How—what the fuck? How do you have that!?" He spluttered, caught completely off guard and frustrated that his orgasm was slipping away from him. 

"Jeongin gave it to me," he said smugly. "He's been telling me all about the training he's been doing with you, and it sounded fun so I wanted to try. He gave me the clicker and I slid it behind the shampoo bottle once we were in the shower. I kept waiting for you to notice it but apparently you've gone blind."

Seungmin was still staring at the clicker in disbelief. Had it really been in the shower with them the whole time?

"Naughty, naughty," Minho was saying. "Trying to come when your clicker hasn't been clicked. That's not a very good boy of you, is it?"

Seungmin went red. "I thought that was just with Jeongin!"

"Nope," Minho grinned. "With me too, now."

He started moving his fingers again, which had slowed to a stop during their exchange. Seungmin, too, had stopped stroking him and he didn't start up again now, pouting. 

Minho clucked at him. "Don't give me that look. I promise I'll let you come, though Jeongin did say you looked pathetically adorable that time he didn't let you. You'll have to let me see that sometime in the future."

"Fine," Seungmin said, and he started moving his hand up and down Minho's dick again, if only because he really did want to come and he didn't want to tempt Minho into not letting him because he was misbehaving. 

"Good boy," Minho praised, and he couldn't deny the way his insides turned to mush at the words. His missed orgasm was quickly returning and he found his hips grinding up subtly into Minho's fingers, seeking that delicious friction.

He eyed the clicker in Minho's hand, though. Was he really going to let him come? He wasn't sure, but Minho also wasn't the type of person to promise him something so outright and then go against his word.

"Click the fucking button," he said through gritted teeth as his release got closer and closer. His stomach was wound tight in a coil and shivers ran up and down his spine with each movement of Minho's fingers.

"That's not very polite," Minho chided. "Ask nicely and I'll think about it."

Seungmin had to take a second to breathe so that he didn't start cursing Minho out before he managed a slightly forced sounding, "please, Minho hyung. Click the button so I can come."

"That's a lot better, puppy," Minho said, smirking. "You're close?"

"Obviously."

"Hmm, make me come first. I'm almost there."

Seungmin bit down his cry of frustration and poured all his energy into getting Minho off. It would be a lot easier if he had a better angle, but he made do and relied on tightening his fist so that it must be borderline painful, but Minho liked that. 

He was, thankfully, close just like he'd said, and he came just as Seungmin dug a nail into his slit, biting down on his shoulder harshly to muffle his noises. 

The asshole waited until the very end of his orgasm, but he did eventually raise his hand and click the clicker.

The click! was music to his ears and with Minho stretching his fingers out it barely took any time at all for him to snap, tumbling over the edge as Minho kept him pinned to the shower wall. It was a good thing, too, because his knees were shaking a bit and he found himself leaning into his boyfriend to keep him from curling into himself. 

"I like this thing," Minho said once he'd caught his breath a little. He was holding the clicker up to study it. "Jeongin is a genius."

"Mm," Seungmin hummed in agreement. "Did he tell you he used it on Channie hyung too?"

"He did. I wish I'd been there for that." 

"Maybe we can do it again. Chan seemed to like it so I'm sure he'd be down."

"Chan would be down for anything that gets him called a good boy," Minho said, and Seungmin chuckled.

"True. But he did seem to like it." 

"Well, good. But I'm sure you like it even more, our resident puppy."

"Yes, yes," Seungmin rolled his eyes as Minho grabbed the body wash off the shower ledge to wash himself off again. "It was all Jeongin's idea, th—hey!"

Minho laughed, patting his cheek again with a soapy hand. Then he handed him a loofah. "Wash my back, Kim Seungmin."

"I literally did that like fifteen minutes ago."

"No harm in doing it again. Chop chop."

Seungmin scoffed but he grabbed the loofah out of Minho's hand and pushed him around, fully expecting a nice back rub in return.

Seungmin confronted Jeongin the next time he saw him about giving Minho the clicker, but he was only given a cheeky grin.

"Don't worry, puppy, it's back with me now. Did you have fun with Minho hyung?"

"No," he said, but it was an obvious lie. After their shower they'd gone back out and spent the rest of the night with Jisung on the couch, and Minho had even made them a late night snack when they'd gotten hungry again. 

"Well, maybe you'd better come home with me again if you don't have fun with our other boyfriends. I was thinking you're almost completely trained at this point, what do you think?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Minho told me you did well with him, and I've been impressed so far. Maybe tonight can be one last test? We can keep using the clicker occasionally if you like it, of course."

"I like it," Seungmin said, maybe too quickly. He blushed as Jeongin smirked at him.

"I know you do. So, tonight? You gonna come over?"

Seungmin agreed, and he had a hard time focusing at work that day. Especially at vocal practice since Jeongin kept giving him knowing looks where their teacher couldn't see. The day seemed to drag on and on, with one last meeting with their management team that went slightly overtime, but eventually they were free to go. 

Jeongin tugged on his sleeve as if he were afraid Seungmin had forgotten about their plans, and practically dragged him through the company building and into the car waiting for them. Maybe he was just as excited as Seungmin was. 

He even seemed slightly disappointed when Seungmin asked for something to eat before they started, but he refused to let him help as he heated up some leftovers that Chan must have made yesterday. He watched Seungmin eat, taking sparse bites from his own plate, and whisked the dishes away as soon as Seungmin had finished. 

He didn't even wash them, just threw them in the sink (he'd be getting a scolding for Chan later on, probably) and tugged him down the hall to his bedroom. 

He was pushed roughly on the bed before Jeongin darted over to his desk to grab the clicker and toss it next to him. 

"Can I fuck you again tonight, puppy?" Jeongin asked him, and he squirmed happily.

"Of course you can," he told him. "Have you ever heard me say no to that?"

"No," Jeongin admitted. "Just checking, though."

He pulled his shirt over his head and Seungmin could feel his mouth watering at the sudden display of sharp muscles but before he could properly admire them he was being grabbed around the waist and flipped over onto his stomach.

"Wanna fuck you like this tonight," Jeongin told him, and his fingers started playing with the waistband of his pants before starting to pull them down. His hands cupped his ass much like Minho's had yesterday but his grip was rougher and Jeongin spread his cheeks, letting the air of the room brush over his hole and make him shiver.

"So cute here," Seungminnie," Jeongin said, pressing a dry thumb to his hole. Seungmin twitched at the touch and Jeongin added just enough pressure for the tip of his thumb to slip inside, but he quickly pulled it back again. 

He heard the sound of a lube bottle being opened behind him and also the rustling of Jeongin pants which were being pulled down before there was a warm hand on his ass again, spreading him open, and a now-lubed finger pressing against his entrance. Jeongin coaxed him to pull his knees up underneath him so his ass was being presented.

"Jeongin-ah," he mumbled as the finger wiggled its way inside. 

The prep was familiar, almost comforting. Jeongin was efficient but very gentle with it, and he wasn't aiming for his prostate at all so Seungmin found his eyes slipping shut, just enjoying the sensation of being full. 

One of Jeongin's hands kept roaming up his back, almost like he couldn't resist touching him even as he was inside him. 

He mourned the loss when Jeongin took his fingers out but they were quickly replaced with the tip of a dick rubbing against his hole until it caught and began pushing in. 

"You look so good from behind," Jeongin told him, and a hand came down to press on his lower back. "Arch yourself a little—yeah, just like that, puppy. Good. Fuck, you're pretty."

Seungmin whimpered, trying to arch his back as much as he could as Jeongin slid all the way inside before stopping and draping himself over him so they were pressed together. 

"Good puppy," Jeongin murmured in his ear, one hand sneaking around to wrap around his dick. "And so tiny, baby. I can jerk you off with just three fingers, isn't that cute?"

Seungmin's cheeks went red, but it was true. Jeongin didn't even need his whole hand to jerk himself off, could reach around all of his with just his thumb and two fingers. It was something Jeongin was always bringing up. 

"Tiny little puppy cock," he cooed, and Seungmin squirmed in embarrassment but he had nowhere to go. Jeongin was pining him to the bed with his own weight so he could only lie there and listen as Jeongin continued to tease him.

"Can you even feel anything with this little thing? Does it feel good when I play with it?"

He thumbed over the tip and pressed this thumb right under the head, rubbing the skin there. Seungmin gave a strangled moan and he tried to thrust up into Jeongin's hand but his mobility was so limited in this position that he could barely make a difference. The feeling of being trapped only made him more turned on, though. 

Jeongin was jerking him off quick and hard, like he was on a mission to get him to come soon, and it was working. Seungmin was cautious though, because he'd said this would be one last test so there must be a catch somewhere. 

The angle that Jeongin was fucking into him allowed him to reach super deep, and Seungmin could feel his brain melting out of his ears at the pleasure, almost overwhelmed by being fucked so well while a hand (fingers) stroked his dick. 

"You seem close, puppy," Jeongin said after Seungmin let out a particularly high, keening noise. "You wanna come?"

He nodded his head frantically but he was still skeptical. 

"You've been really good this past week…" Jeongin trailed off, clearly thinking. His own grunts were aimed directly into his ear and they sounded much louder that way. "And you squeeze around me so nicely when you come so I might just let you."

"Please," Seungmin warbled, and it was slightly muffled from the way his face was pressed into the bed, but he'd turned his head to make it easier to breathe. "Please, Jeongin-ah?"

"Hmm," Jeongin sounded like he was thinking again, and his hand sped up on his cock until Seungmin was choking on his next inhale, his hands twisting the bedsheets into a tangle. "I don't know. You don't sound very desperate yet, puppy. I think you can wait a little more."

Seungmin whined, clenching his thighs together hard in an attempt to stave off his orgasm which he could feel creeping up on him. His stomach was tightening with it and his eyes were going a little teary at the pressure of Jeongin's dick fucking into him. 

At one point Jeongin's hand left his dick briefly to press down harshly on his stomach. "Can you feel me like this, puppy? Can you feel me all the way in your tummy?"

Seungmin's mind went blank at the thought, because with Jeongin pressing on him he thought he could feel his dick all the way in his stomach, creating a slight bulge there for Jeongin to feel.

He opened his mouth to give some kind of response but nothing came out besides a couple wet moans, and a small drool puddle was building underneath him. 

"I can't hear you, baby," Jeongin said, the hand on his stomach sliding up to his throat. His long fingers wrapped around it and squeezed lightly to partially cut off his airway. 

"Jeongin—" he wheezed, his eyes rolling back. "'M gonna come!"

Because Jeongin had never stopped snapping his hips up roughly and he could almost taste his orgasm with how close it was, but Jeongin wasn't even holding the clicker yet. 

Jeongin didn't let up on this throat, and Seungmin could feel himself getting light-headed. 

"You know, I've been very impressed with you, Seungminnie," he said, and his fingers finally relaxed a little around his throat so Seungmin could take a couple deep, heaving breaths before they tightened again. "So I'm gonna count down from ten and when I reach zero you can come."

Seungmin felt relieved for only a fraction of a second. He could come? But Jeongin hadn't used the clicker yet?

But his boyfriend was counting down, already at number six. Seungmin's mind was racing, but he could barely think past the way his mind was fuzzy from oxygen loss and he was having to focus all his brainpower on not coming before the countdown ended, because he was barely handing on. His dick was ready to burst and no clenching of his muscles would delay his release much longer.

"Three."

Did he come? Did he not come? He didn’t know. Jeongin had told him he could but he also didn't use the clicker, so was this a test? He didn't know what to do but he was too out of it to think about it rationally, which left him panicking.  Come, his body was urging him, but he felt certain that Jeongin didn’t actually want him to. He whimpered as best he could with his throat being squeezed, distressed by how confused he was.

"One. Zero."

He didn't come. He grit his teeth with the effort of it, and whined out as Jeongin released his neck again to allow him to breathe. 

"Come, Seungmin."

But he didn't, even though his body was screaming for it.

"Clicker!" he cried out, his voice breaking on the word. "Jeongin-ah, the clicker!"

"Good boy," Jeongin praised, and out of the corner of his eye Seungmin saw him finally reach for the clicker laying beside them. His heartbeat sped up at the sight. 

Jeongin bent down to kiss the back of his neck. "Perfect, baby. You're so good."

But Seungmin didn't have the patience for that right now. "Click the fucking clicker, Jeongin!"

He heard Jeongin tut, and for a moment he was scared that he wouldn't let him come because he yelled at him, but the next second the sharp click! noise rang out just as Jeongin's other hand wrapped back around his neck and squeezed.

His cry of pleasure was cut off by Jeongin's hand as his cock throbbed once and then he convulsed, all his muscles locking up as he spilled onto the sheets and got his stomach all messy. 

The orgasm seemed to last forever, and there was a ringing in his ears so loud that he couldn't tell if Jeongin was talking or not. All he knew was the rush of warmth through his body and the way his dick spluttered and twitched violently. 

He vaguely registered Jeongin pulling out and then he was being flipped over. Dazed from the change in position he blinked up blearily at his boyfriend who was kneeling over him. 

"Can you give me one more, pup?"

He had barely even heard the words but the next thing he knew Jeongin's dick was being pressed against his and a large hand was wrapping around them both. 

Sensitive, he yelped and moved to bat Jeongin's hand away but his own was slapped harshly when he tried. 

"No—" he croaked, throwing his head back and trying to fight his way away from Jeongin but his boyfriend's other hand was planted firmly on his waist, preventing him from going far. 

"I'm gonna click it again as I'm about to come," Jeongin told him. "And I want you to come with me."

"I can't." He was almost crying now, the tears in his eyes threatening to spill as Jeongin overstimulated his poor little dick. It felt like he was being rubbed raw and he twisted and turned to escape it, but to no avail. 

"Yes, you can," Jeongin cooed, but his own face was scrunched up like he was holding himself back. "You're going to hear the clicker, and you're going to come, just like I've trained you to."

Seungmin really didn't know how Jeongin expected him to come again in such a short time, but his dick had never even gotten the chance to soften so it was still hard and achy as it rubbed against Jeongin's own dick with each stroke of his hand. 

He glanced down, but that was a mistake because the sight of his small dick pressed against Jeongin's much larger one (it wasn't even that big but being beside Seungmin's dick would make anyone look huge) had all his blood rushing south and his dick gave a feeble twitch of arousal.

"I'm close," Jeongin warned him. "You gonna come with me, puppy?"

But Seungmin shook his head. "'S too soon," he whined, even as his dick twitched again at a particularly good twist of Jeongin's wrist. 

"No, you can do it," Jeongin told him. "Look, you're leaking all over my hand, hm? I know you can come again."

But the issue wasn't coming again, because he knew he could do that. The issue was that Jeongin looked ready to come in the next minute and Seungmin usually required a bit more time to get there after he'd already come once. But Jeongin seemed determined to make it happen. 

His grip around both of them was unforgivably tight and Seungmin had to suppress a yelp as he focused on their heads, swiping his palm over the sensitive tips. 

"I'm coming," Jeongin announced suddenly, his eyes squeezed shut. One of his hands fumbled for the clicker. "Come with me, puppy."

But Seungmin still didn't think he could. He was getting closer, sure, but he didn't think he could come now. 

As it turns out, though, he could. Jeongin pressed the button on the clicker just as cum seeped between his fingers and covered the both of them, and it was like Seungmin's body reacted instinctively to the click! that he'd heard so many times now. 

His orgasm hit him like a truck and the suddenness of it had him yelping, thoroughly caught off guard and unprepared for force that washed through him. He could feel it in his fingertips all the way down to his toes, and his hands left the bed to cling onto Jeongin's skin wherever he could reach him. 

There was a sticky mess between them as Jeongin retracted his hand from around them, and Seungmin sighed in relief at the loss of contact. He was still clinging, though. He may have wanted Jeongin off his dick but he definitely didn't want him to pull away. 

Jeongin was running a hand through his hair. "Good job, Seungminnie. Knew you could do it. You're a properly trained puppy, now."

He couldn't help the way he preened at the praise, feeling proud. He was worn out, though, especially after that second orgasm and so he didn't complain as Jeongin rolled them over away from the wet spot on the bed and pulled him into his chest. It was still sticky between them, but he figured he could ignore that for a couple minutes before it really started to bother him. 

"Congratulations on finishing your training," Jeongin said, with a hint of teasing in his voice. "You passed with flying colors. I'll be sure to let the hyungs know we have a very well behaved puppy on our hands."

"They'll be out to prove you wrong if you tell them that," Seungmin protested, blushing.

"Some of them, probably," Jeongin agreed. "Though I'm sure most of them will be very impressed like I am. Thanks for doing this with me."

"No need to thank me," Seungmin said. "I really liked it, even though I was maybe a little hesitant at first. Especially the whole 'not coming at all' thing but you handled it really well, I really loved it."

"You handled it well," Jeongin corrected. "I was shocked, I really thought you'd tap out."

"I thought about it, but I didn't need to. It felt nice, giving you so much control."

"Well, consider me honored," Jeongin said. "And you wanna keep using the clicker sometimes in the future? Not all the time, not anymore, but would you like it if I surprised you with it sometimes? And the others, too, if they're interested?"

"Yeah, go for it," Seungmin told him, thrilled at the idea of it being pulled out when he least expected it, like Minho had. Like he was really their puppy who knew he couldn't come unless given his special permission with his clicker.

He was still thinking about it even as Jeongin got them cleaned up and fed a bit more, still thinking about it as they settled down on clean sheets to go to bed. Who would use the clicker on him first? How long would they wait? He felt like he had a constant question hanging over his head and he couldn't wait to find out the answer.