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When Younghoon first brings up his wants to Chanhee, there’s a thrumming under his skin. It itches like there are mosquitoes biting at his insides, and he squirms where he’s seated.
It’s a random Thursday night when he brings it up, tells Chanhee that he needs to speak with him. They’re sat on the couch, a show playing on their TV that Younghoon has long since forgotten the name of, and Chanhee’s sock clad feet are carelessly strewn across his lap. He strokes mindlessly at the exposed skin of his boyfriend’s ankle in hopes it will help dull the anxiety that churns his insides. It doesn’t.
“Hoonie?” Chanhee says gently and nudges him with his foot, but it sounds so far off with how loudly Younghoon’s ears are ringing. He dares a glance in his direction and is met with the concern in Chanhee’s eyes. He swallows at the lump in his throat.
“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” The younger tries to joke, but his voice is nasally with the nerves and his chuckle comes out unsettled. Younghoon jolts up from where he was slouching, immediately shaking his head.
“No, no. Not at all.” He responds, “It’s just… I don’t know. It’s stupid, I feel embarrassed.” His eyes shift downwards.
Chanhee clicks his tongue and kicks his feet off of his lap. Younghoon can feel himself pouting at the same time Chanhee’s fingers pick up underneath his chin. Palms ending up against his cheeks, he’s forced to pick his gaze up from his lap.
“Honey, we’ve talked about this. You can talk to me about anything, no matter how silly you think it might be, okay?” A kiss gets pressed to where Younghoon pouts, and he nods his head a little reluctantly.
Chanhee’s hands drop to hold Younghoon’s own, squeezing reassuringly. Younghoon squeezes back.
“You know that thing I like you calling me?” Younghoon starts, skin already flaming and fingers twitching with the need to cover his face. Chanhee’s head tilts, eyebrows furrowing, “You might have to be a bit more specific.”
Younghoon swallows, throat a little dry.
“In… In bed.” He then clarifies, and he watches the way Chanhee’s eyes flicker as he thinks, rustling his own brain for an answer. Then his eyes shift with some type of realisation, and Younghoon feels like he’s suffocating in his own skin.
“Puppy?”
The older squeaks, pressing his forehead to Chanhee’s shoulder.
“You didn’t have to say it out loud,” He whines, embarrassed. He can feel the vibrations of Chanhee attempting to stifle a laugh, paired with fingers curling into his hair to play with dark tresses. His hair’s been getting a little long, and he’s been meaning to cut it, but there’s something telling him not to with the way Chanhee’s fingers card through it like he’s the most delicate thing in the world.
“How would we be completely clear if I didn’t spell it out, baby?” The younger questions. Younghoon supposes he’s trying to tease him, but the tone of Chanhee’s voice is nothing but kind and patient. He nuzzles further in Chanhee’s embrace.
“What about it, Hoonie? Do you not like it anymore?”
“It’s not that. I just… I’m really embarrassed about it, Chanhee.”
He’s not lying, it’s paining him to say, and humiliation makes tears well up and sting at his eyes.
“I’ll give you anything you need, puppy. You know this.” Chanhee coos, head leaning into Younghoon’s, and he’s pressing kisses to his hair. The older practically melts into it, nodding his head and wrapping his arms around Chanhee’s waist to squeeze him in his embrace, squeeze him like Chanhee’s going to disappear if he lets go.
“I like being your puppy,” He mumbles, “I want it more. I want to do more of that.”
Chanhee hums in acknowledgement, “You want me to call you that more?”
Younghoon nods again, before he finally braves it out. He thinks it’s easier now that he can’t see Chanhee directly, doesn’t have to maintain the eye contact.
“O-Outside of our bedroom too… And I want…” He trails off with an anxious breath, “I want you to put a collar on me. I want to be your puppy.”
He tries not to freak out, he really does, but Chanhee freezes where Younghoon holds him, and it sends him spiralling. The boy grasps onto Chanhee’s shirt with a loud weep, holding onto him tighter.
“We don’t have to, I’m sorry. I know it’s weird, I’m really sorry.”
Hearing the abrupt change snaps Chanhee from whatever daze he’s in, immediately continuing to stroke at Younghoon’s hair and cradle him further in his arms. He starts to rock a little with Younghoon, trying to soothe him.
“Baby, no. Gosh, it’s not weird. You just surprised me, I’m sorry.” Chanhee shushes him, pressing more kisses to the crown of his head. Younghoon unclutches his hands a little, huffing a watery ‘Okay,’ into Chanhee’s shirt.
The younger tugs his hair a little, hinting that he wants the boy to look at him, and he’s quick to obey. He finds Chanhee looking at him with a fondness that has his heart banging against his rib cage, even after all this time together. The younger rubs soothing circles into his back.
“I’m proud of you for telling me, puppy. I know it was hard, hm?” He lulls, mirroring the sulky expression Younghoon makes at him. Chanhee tucks a loose piece of hair behind his ear and presses a kiss to his nose.
“We’ll have a look at collars over the weekend, yeah? We can talk more about it when you feel up to it. Does that sound good?”
The boy can only nod his head silently as his form of response. Chanhee doesn’t seem satisfied, making a ‘tsk’ sound with his mouth.
“Use your words like a good pup.”
Younghoon feels something akin to a heat surge through his body. The mosquitoes under his skin turn to bees, and he drily gulps.
“It sounds good.”
There’s a distinct atmosphere to the room, one that dare not be shattered just because of Younghoon’s desperation.
The weekend came faster than he had originally anticipated. Originally, he thought maybe it couldn’t have come fast enough. But now, he’s on his knees, skin rubbing harshly against the floorboards of their living room. He doesn’t mind it, however, as he stares up at his boyfriend.
There’s a pretty black collar latched around his throat, a heart pendant dangling down from its front. There’s a leash pressed into one of Chanhee’s hands, clipped onto the pretty silver ring just by the pendant. Younghoon feels the way it presses into his Adam’s apple with every bob of his throat.
It was Chanhee’s choice. They sat side by side, Chanhee’s laptop propped up in their laps and Younghoon nuzzling mindlessly into his neck. It’s not like he wanted to be completely passive in picking one out, making airy suggestions of his own as he watched Chanhee scroll. However, the latter would only give a disinterested hum, and continue looking.
Younghoon would whine about how he didn’t think Chanhee actually wanted this, he liked nothing he picked out. With a click of tongue against teeth, Chanhee would respond that he only wants the best, the prettiest, for his puppy.
“I own you, I get to choose.” He simply finishes, as if it doesn’t make Younghoon short circuit where he sits pressed against his side.
Chanhee owns him. It’s a fact, Younghoon decides as he feels two fingers slide underneath his collar. Dark eyes stare back down at him when Younghoon casts his gaze upwards, and a shudder courses through his whole body.
“It’s not too tight?” His boyfriend asks him. He gives the shake of his head. Chanhee’s eyes are scrutinising, and he curls his fingers to tug the collar tighter.
“Words, puppy. You know you need to use your words, or you won’t get anything.”
“It’s not too tight.” He echoes back. Chanhee practically purrs in approval, “And you remember all your safe words?”
“Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” He responds, sounding more sure of himself. Chanhee makes another noise, hand patting Younghoon’s hair.
“Good boy.” He says through a whisper, towering over Younghoon. He pulls the leash up at the same time he moves down to kiss him, forcing the boy forward and upwards until he’s weak in the knees from the amount of weight he’s putting into them. Younghoon’s lower lip quivers against Chanhee’s kiss, and there’s a needy noise he doesn’t mean to make when the boy pulls away.
“What do you want, puppy? Tell me.” Chanhee rasps with a thumb playing over the swell of Younghoon’s mouth. The older whines, opening his mouth and beckoning for Chanhee to put it inside. He doesn’t, he pulls it away and clicks his tongue.
“Tell me.” He says again, but this time there’s a heed of warning in his tone.
Younghoon, clad in just his boxers, can feel himself twitching at the mere idea of a punishment. The vulnerability of Chanhee still dressed completely only makes him harder.
“Want anything sir wants,” He pleads, “Just want you to feel good.”
Chanhee’s eyebrows raise, and he hums in amusement, “Sir? That one’s new.”
There’s a tug to the leash, and Younghoon reacts with a whimper and a pathetic jerk of his hips. Chanhee is arched over him again, in his personal space and breaths mingling together. He wants to press forward, wants to kiss Chanhee until he can’t breathe, but he feels breathless enough as it is with the way his boyfriend controls him. So he decides to sit still, hands clenched by his sides.
“I’m not convinced. I think you’re being greedy and expecting me to do everything you want.” He tuts, “I don’t think you actually care about my time, puppy. You just want to get off, and you’ll do anything to get it.”
Younghoon’s heart aches, lower lip jutting into a pout. He shakes his head.
“It’s not true. I want to make sir feel good. Want to be a good puppy.”
Chanhee licks at his lips and Younghoon just barely registers himself mirroring the action. Chanhee tugs him forward and a hand grasps underneath his chin, forcing the eye contact.
“Yeah? Just a good little dog for me, aren’t you? Obedient little pup would just let me do anything, isn’t that right?”
Younghoon nods his head, “Yes, sir.”
Chanhee scoffs, “You don’t think that’s embarrassing, honey? You would really let me do anything? You’re that desperate for it?”
“No, not embarrassing.” Younghoon sulks, sounding like he’s been kicked. Chanhee realises how easy it is to imagine dog ears on Younghoon’s head, flattening like a mutt that’s just been scolded. He shivers.
“And why’s that?” Chanhee utters, brushing Younghoon’s hair from his face in a way that’s contradictory to his entire aura. The elder's chin trembles where Chanhee has a grasp on it.
“I just love you,” He babbles out with a sob, head falling forward onto Chanhee’s thigh, hips pressing forward until Chanhee can feel the arousal between his legs, “Love you so much. Want to make you happy.”
Chanhee’s expression softens, but he still moves to tug on the leash so Younghoon will lift his head up.
“Look at me, baby.” He coos, and he feels his breath hitch when the boy’s head lifts from his lap. There’s already tears in his eyes, big, fat and glistening, completely despite the fact that they’d barely even gotten started. Chanhee presses a warm hand to his cheek, “I love you too, my baby. Always so thoughtful.”
Younghoon preens, and his hips start gently rocking of their own accord where he’s pressed against Chanhee’s shin.
“Chanhee… sir. Sir, kiss? Kiss, please?” He frantically begs, grinding down with a whine and staring up with puckered, pouty lips.
“Hmm, I don’t know. You’re not being very good right now, pup.” Chanhee says, sitting back like he’s suddenly disinterested in whatever Younghoon has to offer. It runs down Younghoon’s body like a cold bath, and he weeps loudly.
“I’ll be perfect, please. Please, kiss me.”
“Perfect puppies don’t get off on their owner’s leg like a bitch in heat, baby.” The younger tsks, leaning his head into his hand, feigning boredom.
“M’sorry, m’sorry, sir,” The boy cries, sitting back on his heels and pressing his hands into his thighs. The ache between his legs only becomes more prominent now with the lack of friction.
Chanhee sits forward with a pleased smile. He presses kisses to the corner of Younghoon’s mouth, but never fully on his lips. The latter tries not to let it show that it’s making him antsy, that he wants to be kissed for real, but Chanhee can see the way his fingers press harder into his thighs. He puts him out of his misery, finally and properly pressing his mouth into Younghoon’s with a fervour he can’t place.
Younghoon’s body practically becomes fluid where it starts to lean into Chanhee, generously accepting the way Chanhee pushes his tongue into his mouth with a low groan. There’s no battle for dominance, there never has been, Younghoon’s always submissively given his all to Chanhee. He knows the latter will take care of him, he always has.
The feel of Chanhee’s tongue against his own makes a plaintive cry slip, Chanhee lewdly sucking on Younghoon’s tongue like it’s the tastiest thing he’s ever had. The obscene noises it makes causes embarrassment to mix together with excitement in excruciatingly intoxicating measures.
There’s a string of saliva that connects them when Chanhee pulls away, Younghoon absentmindedly chasing his lips with a hiccup that rumbles his chest. Chanhee hums, seemingly satisfied, and his hand comes up to thumb at the swell of Younghoon’s lower lip. He tugs his lip down. The older receives the message easily, tongue rolling out of his head as he pants.
“Good boy.”
Leaning over him, Chanhee lets his own mouth fall open. A glob of spit falls from Chanhee’s tongue onto Younghoon’s own. He waits for the nod from Chanhee before he rolls his tongue back into his mouth, swallowing graciously everything that Chanhee’s given to him.
It should be revolting— completely embarrassing , the way he so compliantly lets his boyfriend spit into his open mouth. But weirdly, it’s nothing but arousing, a quiet whine stuck in Younghoon’s throat.
Chanhee smiles down at him.
“Want to let me use your cock? Hmm?”
Heat licks up Younghoon’s spine in bright sparks, flames blazing underneath his skin and butterflies battering their wings in his stomach. He moans out an affirmative. Chanhee coos in response.
“Going to use you until I feel satisfied, how does that sound? Nothing but a good little toy for me to use.”
When Younghoon only answers with a nonverbal nod, Chanhee’s tongue clicks again. Then, there’s the harsh sting of fingernails digging into the pillows of Younghoon’s cheeks, another harsh tug to the leash, and he’s forced forward until he can feel Chanhee’s feverish breathing against his face.
“Words.” He merely reminds, a tone so demanding that Younghoon could never even dream of refusing. He swallows.
“Wan’ it.” He tells the younger, speech mumbled where Chanhee has an unforgiving grip on him. Some sick part of Younghoon secretly hopes it leaves bruises.
“Want what?” Chanhee prompts further through a mumble.
Younghoon whines, hips fidgeting.
“Want you to use my cock. Want you to use me , please.”
Chanhee grins, “There’s my good little pup.”
Younghoon watches with eyes sparkling the way Chanhee grasps at the bottom of his shirt and drags it up his torso until he’s able to tear it away from himself. He watches the stretch of Chanhee’s slender body, the perfect C-curve to his back when he pulls the shirt over his head. There’s nothing inherently sexy about the action itself, but the skin it leaves revealed makes something thrum inside Younghoon, and he refuses himself the indulgence of touching it. He knows Chanhee wouldn’t like that, knows that good dogs don’t do things without permission.
The younger hums, seemingly pleased with how Younghoon’s hands have yet to move from his own thighs. Younghoon imagines that if he had a tail that it’d be wagging like crazy. He can’t handle the excitement that draws up his spine in flickers. Flickers erupt into fireworks when Chanhee’s hand pats beside him on the couch. His hold on the leash seems gentler than before.
“Good boy. Up here with me now, please.” He says, but it’s more of a demand than a request.
It’s a little shameful, how quickly Younghoon scrambles himself until he’s perched next to Chanhee, eyes big and waiting for further instruction. Delicate fingers dance up the sides of his rib cage, Chanhee smiling fondly up at him where he’s sitting on his knees. Their breaths mingle with how close they draw together again, like stars drawn together in the same constellations until they eventually collide into one big mess. And they do, a mess of teeth and tongue when their mouths press together.
Younghoon’s not sure who moved first, but he doesn’t think it matters all that much anymore when he’s finally got Chanhee gasping into his mouth again. Then, the boy giggles. He pulls away, but he keeps their damp foreheads pressed against one another, noses bumping as to tease Younghoon as if he were going to keep kissing him.
Instead, he whispers a breathless, “Lube’s behind you.”
It’s not the most graceful, the way Younghoon lurches behind himself to grasp at a bottle he knows all too well. In fact, he probably looks frenzied. But it’s just him and Chanhee, he reminds himself, and offers an abashed smile to his boyfriend as he hands it over. Chanhee’s presses his lips into a tight line to suppress whatever grin wants to make itself known. He merely shakes his head, pressing the bottle back into Younghoon’s hands. It’s quizzical, but Chanhee’s quick with answers to the questions the older so badly wants to raise.
“Want you to prep me.” He says through a heavy breath, “Think you can do that for me?”
Younghoon’s nod is eager, frantic as he watches Chanhee’s darling fingers fiddle with the button on his jeans. Then, his arms fall by his sides limply.
“Undress me.”
Younghoon swallows.
It’s not like he could turn down any command Chanhee ruthlessly gives him, but his hands shake where he tries to pop the button through its hole, (Whether from excitement or nervousness, he's not sure.) and it makes his blood run cold. He’s so close to want he wants, so close to being the perfect little puppy for Younghoon. He’d never let himself live it down if he fucked it up now.
Of course, though, when you’re as observant as Chanhee is, it’s easy to pick up on shifts in demeanour, which he inevitably does. He bats his boyfriend’s hands away from him, sighing through his nose meanly.
“You can’t even do that for me. What are you even good for?”
He gets the button undone with ease, lifting his hips to shimmy out of his pants until he can kick them off his feet. Where they land, he doesn’t seem to care, eyes still fixed on Younghoon who looks just as disappointed as he probably feels. He plays with his own fingers, knowing he doesn’t have the proper permission to touch just yet. Chanhee coos, cradling his face with a single palm. Younghoon melts into his hand.
“Don’t sulk. You’ll get what you want. After you give me what I want.”
It goes without saying that Chanhee’s not as unaffected as he gives off, boxers tented and damp with precum. He eyes Chanhee, a silent plea. Chanhee seems to sense it, seems to know what it is Younghoon wants, but it’s obvious he wants him to ask. He merely raises his brows, as if to say, ‘Well?’
“Can I taste you?”
His boyfriend beams at him, proud but equally cheeky. He flicks his fingers under the pendant that lays prettily against Younghoon’s throat.
“Do you think you’ve earned it?”
Younghoon pouts, knowing he wants to nod his head. He wants to say yes, he has, but truthfully he doesn’t know. So he settles on shrugging his shoulders.
“I don’t know. But, I want to make you feel good.”
Chanhee’s lips stay quirked in a dark grin, “So honest . Go on, then. Show me. Earn it.”
Younghoon restlessly sinks back to his knees, hands sliding up the smooth skin of his lover’s thighs. Chanhee rustles himself until he’s sunk back into the couch, knees pressed where Younghoon’s sat in between them. He runs a hand through where Younghoon’s hair sticks up. It’s quiet save the sounds of heavy panting, and overwhelmingly intimate.
With a peer up at Chanhee, Younghoon starts to press wet kisses to his skin, up, up, up until he reaches where Chanhee’s cock is confined in his underwear. Younghoon feels more than he hears the breath that wracks through Chanhee as he presses an open-mouthed kiss on his tip through the fabric. He presses his tongue into the damp spot of Chanhee’s underwear, panting hotly at the taste that teases his tongue.
Chanhee’s leg moves, heel impatiently pressing into Younghoon’s back and a hand meanly gripping at his hair. Younghoon whimpers loudly.
“Hurry it up, give me what I want.” He snaps through a dim breath that makes his chest heave and flush a pretty pink. Younghoon drools where he presses his mouth to the outline of Chanhee’s erection. He doesn’t bother wiping the saliva away as he lifts himself away, fingers pulling at the band of his boyfriend’s boxers.
Chanhee raises his hips a little in aid for the older to peel them off his legs, and Younghoon watches transfixed where his dick springs free, hard and wet against his stomach. He realises how silly he must look when Chanhee snickers.
“That desperate for it, pup?” He asks lowly, hand trailing down to touch himself. Younghoon breathes through the haze of his arousal, lips pressed together to suppress a whine as he nods his head frantically. His hands grasp harder onto Chanhee’s knees, the younger groaning lowly at the contact as he starts to stroke himself in fervent movements.
“Want you to finger me open now.” He all but growls, wriggling Younghoon’s grasp off him until he can throw his legs over his shoulders, caging him in closer. “Want to fuck myself on your stupid cock so bad.”
Younghoon whines a pathetic noise, nodding his head as his fingers twitch for the bottle strewn aside. Chanhee lets go of his cock as Younghoon clicks the cap open, drizzling earnestly onto trembling fingers. He shuffles himself forward, Chanhee’s hips raising absent-mindedly.
He traces the finger over Chanhee’s hole, relishing in the way his legs lock over his shoulders with a hiss, and he starts to mouth at his boyfriend’s belly with pretty, little pecks. Younghoon realises quickly the lube must be cold with the way Chanhee shivers, and he presses an apologetic kiss to the head of his dick.
Then, he licks a fat stripe up the length, choosing to sink his finger in at the same moment.
The hand returns to his hair, clenching in the tresses until it hurts in a way that Younghoon loves . There’s a moan that falls from Chanhee’s kiss-swollen lips, one of the first truly affected noises he’s made tonight, and Younghoon takes his cock into his mouth with a replying whimper. His boyfriend clenches around his finger as he starts to thrust it slowly. It’s beautiful, the way Chanhee’s back arches and his toes start to curl, body pulling taut as Younghoon starts to get faster, more confident with his movements.
“Add another.” He demands after a while, breath hitching when Younghoon’s tongue digs into his slit, lapping eagerly at the precum that leaks from his arousal. The older is quick to oblige, pulling his finger out only to slowly push in with two. Chanhee gasps as Younghoon curls the fingers.
“Such a good puppy,” He mutters, fingernails scratching against the older’s scalp, “Feels so good. You can add another, I can take it.”
The room begins to feel a thousand times hotter despite the cool blast of the air conditioner, and the obscene squelches of his fingers inside Chanhee sends another flush of heat down to where Younghoon’s already achingly hard. Not to mention, it’s a little hard to breathe with a cock in his mouth and the collar that constricts him every time his Adam’s apple hits it with each swallow. A whole body shiver courses through him, and he pulls off Chanhee’s dick with a lewd pop.
“One more, baby. Then I’ll fuck you just the way you want.” Chanhee promises through his subdued breathing, another moan punched out of his body when Younghoon’s fingers curl against his prostate.
Obediently pushing a third finger in after he tops up the lube, Younghoon presses his cheek tiredly to Chanhee’s thigh. He stares lovingly up at his boyfriend, who in turn has his head thrown back against the sofa, eyes clenched shut and lips parted for little ‘ah’s to be pulled out with every thrust of Younghoon’s wrist. He looks stunning like this, he always does.
“Oh, Hoonie,” He moans out suddenly, hole clenching hard, “Pull out, puppy, you’re gonna make me cum.”
Younghoon’s cock twitches, hips jolting forward again of their own accord. And despite how much he wants that, wants and needs to make Chanhee cum so hard he forgets his own name, he listens and slowly starts to pull back.
It’s not the sexiest thing, the awkward shuffle of limbs as Younghoon lets himself be manhandled until he’s sitting where Chanhee was just moments before. But they don’t care, Chanhee’s got Younghoon right where he wants him, and Younghoon’s desperate enough that nothing else matters except Chanhee’s hands on him.
They both paw at Younghoon’s underwear, dragging it off him fast enough to be worried about tearing the material, but they do nothing but giggle into each other’s mouths. Younghoon gasps, “Oh Chanhee, Chanhee please, ” He all but begs when Chanhee’s hand circles around his neglected cock.
Chanhee giggles again, and uncaps the lube again. It’s freezing cold where it’s drooled all over Younghoon’s dick, wet and messy, but it sends a pleasurable tingle through his limbs. He shivers, and forces his hips down where he’s trying to fuck into his boyfriend’s fist. He’s really not sure whether he’s going to last.
Chanhee, chucking the lube wherever, uses his now free hand to wind the since forgotten leash around his palm and tug .
“Are you ready, puppy? Hm?” Chanhee questions once again, and it sounds about as desperate as Younghoon feels. Younghoon nods his head, chasing his boyfriend’s lips with his own, inevitably being pulled away from. Chanhee’s always loved teasing him the absolute most.
“Ready. Want it, need you to fuck me, please. Please.” He whines, hips grinding up pitifully.
Chanhee doesn’t reply verbally, but he seems pleased that Younghoon does, as he lines himself up and allows the head of his boyfriend’s cock to prod at his entrance. Then, he sinks down further and starts to bottom out.
Younghoon’s head falls back, fingers clenching, bruising as they fly up to catch Chanhee’s waist. It’s all he can to focus on not bucking his hips up further into the warmth that clenches around him.
Chanhee tugs his leash with a growl, “You’re so fucking big. Feel so good. Knew you had to be good for something .” He emphasises once he’s finally filled to the hilt.
It should be a low blow to his pride, implying that Younghoon’s a good-for-nothing sex toy for Chanhee to use as he pleases, but that’s exactly what Younghoon wants. He’s a good puppy, and good puppies always obey their masters.
Younghoon’s thighs quiver from the amount of strain he’s putting in himself, head falling back with a loud moan. He won’t move, he hasn’t been given the permission, and Chanhee seems to hum, pleased at how good Younghoon’s being for him. However, he still rips meanly at his leash to pull his head back forward.
“Eyes on me, mutt.” He spits, eyes falling to the tremble of his puppy’s lower lip. They flick back, tears returning to Younghoon’s clumped eyelashes.
“Gonna cry already?” Chanhee mocks with a well-placed roll of his hips. He feels Younghoon’s fingernails dig into the skin of his waist harder, hopefully piercing his skin with bruises that Chanhee wants to prance around with. He belongs to Younghoon just as much as Younghoon does to him.
It’s the tears falling over pink cheeks that has Chanhee finally moving, thighs tense as he starts to grind his hips in experienced circles. There’s a loud noise that tumbles from Younghoon’s mouth.
“So pretty when you cry,” He says with a wet kiss to Younghoon’s panting tongue.
His movements grow faster, more deliberate with every drag of Younghoon’s cock against his walls. They’re trying to kiss as Chanhee moves, but it’s nothing but damp, hot breathing as Younghoon tries to suck on Chanhee’s tongue. He brings his free hand up, grasping onto Younghoon’s chin with a mean grip that forces the eye contact. It makes the older burn, flush bright rosy red as Chanhee continues to fuck himself silly on his dick.
“Fuck me harder,” Chanhee orders sternly, “Make me cum. Show me you're worth it.”
And Younghoon would be damned if he didn’t try.
He plants his feet, digging them into the floor as he starts to fuck up into Chanhee, grinding directly into his prostate despite his erratic thrusts. Chanhee definitely seems to like it, moans falling broken and like a mantra from his open mouth, grip starting to loosen on Younghoon’s leash. The realisation rubs through every one of Younghoon’s limbs, sparking him closer to his orgasm than he originally wanted to be.
“Chanhee,” He warns, frenzied and desperate. Nonetheless, he keeps his pace.
Chanhee’s lips quirk in a lazy smirk, “Not before me, pup.”
Younghoon whines, trying to slow himself down but to no avail. He can’t stop the way his hips fuck up into Chanhee’s heat, no matter how hard he tries. So instead, he brings a hand to Chanhee’s cock.
“Oh good boy.” The younger praises, moans punched out of him with the heavy thrusts Younghoon gives to him. The sound of skin slapping only heats Younghoon’s skin up worse, and he’s entirely overwhelmed.
“Fuck,” Chanhee grunts, “Gonna cum.”
Younghoon seems to grow greedy, restless as he keens and tries to fuck into Chanhee harder. His mouth is completely lolled open, whimpers and whines and mewls falling out no matter how hard he tries to keep them in. Chanhee doesn’t seem to fare any better, jolting up into Younghoon’s grip around his leaking dick.
“Chanhee, please let me cum, I’m so close. Please say I can.”
Chanhee moans loudly, hips grinding erratically as he starts to reach his own end.
“You can. Fuck, love you so much, puppy. Cum for me.”
Younghoon cums hard, vision starting to black out as he keeps fucking his spent cock and spilling his seed into his boyfriend until naturally Chanhee follows suit. He cums all over Younghoon’s stomach, heat immediately cooling where it lands against the older’s skin, moans of nothing but ‘love you’, and ‘my good puppy’, falling from his mouth as he works himself through his own high.
His grip on Younghoon grows lax, and he slumps against the older, completely spent from his high. Despite lazy, his fingers still come up to play with the older’s hair.
“You did so good for me. God, you’re everything.” Younghoon smiles dozily at him, chest still heaving as he tries to calm himself down.
“I love you, Chanhee.”
“I love you too,” The younger giggles, thumb brushing over the apples of Younghoon’s cheeks. He then asks, “Was that okay?”
Younghoon scoffs disbelievingly, “Are you kidding? I haven’t come that hard in so long.”
The two giggle into the quiet of their apartment. It should be getting gross, the way he softens inside his boyfriend, and Chanhee’s cum starts to dry on his skin, but he can’t say he minds all too much with the way Chanhee oh-so delicately kisses him. It’s a complete shift to his demeanour just moments before, but he loves this side of Chanhee all the same.
Chanhee undoes the collar, pressing loving kisses to where it was clasped around Younghoon’s throat. The older feels his heart swoon inside his chest at the action.
“I’ll run us a bath, yeah? We’re all gross now.” Chanhee laughs, slowly pulling himself off Younghoon’s cock with a low hiss.
Younghoon can’t properly feel his legs as he follows his boyfriend to their bathroom, wrist in his loose grasp, but Chanhee always takes care of him. He’s eventually sat with his back against Chanhee’s chest, losing himself cozily in the hot, bubbly water, and he knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“My baby,” Chanhee coos over and over, as he washes Younghoon’s hair for him, warm water falling over his scalp until he’s the most soothed he’s ever been. He loves Chanhee, and Chanhee loves him.
“Thank you for trusting me with this. I love you.”