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Minho’s hands brush lightly against Seungmin’s bare thighs. The smoothness is velvety… silky… that his fingers glide easily on his skin. Fair, milky, and void of imperfections—just the way Minho wants him to be. When Minho pushes his finger, the way it dips on the soft muscle makes his dick stir in his boxers.
The drug kicked in almost immediately—he couldn’t wait any longer, so he decided to up the dose just enough to last him the whole night. Uninterrupted with a pliant, senseless body splayed out in front of him.
They said you shouldn’t play with your food, but if he’s on full display and dished out for him to eat… served like a mouthwatering feast for Minho to play with, who is he to deny that opportunity? Even if that opportunity is something he created for himself?
He doesn’t stop caressing the younger’s thighs. Hiking up the dolphin shorts that the slut decided to wear to seduce Minho just this afternoon. This was just an inevitable scenario. He’s just a man, and Seungmin has always been the object of his desires. Thin and lanky, precious and delicate—just everything about him makes Minho’s inside burn with want.
He doesn’t grow bored with the plumpness of his thighs, even if they’re not as muscular as his. But his curious hands later on finds its way to his shirt, pulling it up to reveal the younger’s flat stomach. Minho’s obsessed with it. However, Seungmin has a sensitive navel, so he barely touches him there when they’re intimate. Now that Seungmin is completely unconscious, unaware of Minho's touch—he abuses it. Feeling it first against the pad of his fingertips, revels at its softness. Then he traces each curvature, each dip to his undefined abs. All until his cock twitches in delight, granting himself the freedom to fully feel it against the palm of his hands. Massaging it like dough and squishing it for no fucking reason.
It’s tantalizing.
He tests a press, no reaction. Shit. He presses further, harder, deeper, seeing it hollow to the shape of his ribs. Minho moans.
He tilts his head back, hips instinctively bucking up. Then takes another look, imagining his cock filling him full until he can feel Seungmin’s stomach mold to the shape of his tip. He presses again, palms himself at the sight.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, baby.”
Minho could cum just from imagining it all; the thought of ruining his drugged boyfriend is more arousing than actually doing it. Tarnishing his trust, polluting their relationship just for his own pleasure. But Minho couldn’t let this moment pass.
So, he stops palming himself over touching Seungmin and gets to work.
He goes back to his boyfriend’s thigh, spreading his legs further and caresses the inner side. Squeezes it hard, double-checking if Seungmin will even show any sign of consciousness. To no one's surprise, still no reaction. He then digs his nails into his skin, violently scratching it. Seeing in real time how it colors slightly pink from his fingers’ drag.
Fascinated, he tests a slap. It echoes in the silent room. He does another one—or maybe two more. Increasing force with each one. The crimson blush starts to bloom. Bruising dots already form, contrasting marvelously against his ivory skin.
He wants to see how many marks he can leave on him until he’s satisfied enough. How easily he blushes when he’s embarrassed is exactly how his body is reacting to it now. What a wonder.
Minho always wanted to know what he would look like beaten up. How red he’ll turn when he’s slapped, bitten, punched, or whipped. But maybe that’s for another time. What he needs to do right now is to feel the younger’s cock in his hands.
So he slips his fingers underneath the waistband of his shorts. Pushes it down unceremoniously until the small cocklet presents itself in all of its glory. He’s always been captivated by Seungmin's small dick. He’s seen it, played with it, sucked it. The first time he saw it, Seungmin turned red and was so shy. Shamefully showing his pocket-sized dick to Minho like it’s not as pretty as him. Since then, the older couldn’t get enough of it.
He holds it on his fingers—so small it barely needs three fingers to stroke. He could call it a clit with how little it is.
He gives it a few dry pumps, seeing the head disappear from the several beautiful folds of foreskin. Then tugs it down fully, giving himself a better look at the small cockhead, so pink that it’s turning red at every stimulation. So pretty that he can’t help but lick it to taste.
The slight salty tang was enough for Minho to completely lose his mind.
“Baby, you taste so good,” he says before fully taking Seungmin’s cocklet into his mouth.
He savors it like a starved child. Drools from the sudden thought of Seungmin waking up to him lapping it with eagerness. His hand grips his angry cock against his boxers, then grinds through his palms. Hips staggering with no rhythm. He groans at the mouthful of his boyfriend. Slurping his own saliva that spills from the corner of his mouth, then inhales the smell of sex that oozes out of Seungmin.
He’s like a rehabilitated addict who found his way back to his beloved substances. Instead of morphine or heroin though, it’s Seungmin’s precum that he wants to inject into his veins. Minho thinks he could cum just from this too. Blowing his little cock. Cock-warming him, then rutting onto his own hand to completion.
He stays there. Relaxed jaw, eyes rolling in whites, then once in a while, sucking his boyfriend’s cocklet like a pacifier.
Resting his head on Seungmin’s inner thigh, he closes his eyes as he palms his leaking cock. He’s sure there’s a wet stain with how aroused he is. But he doesn’t wanna cum yet—not when Seungmin is barely hard.
He sucks it in slow, lento movement, then dips his tongue into its slit, and drags his lips to his short shaft. Bopping his head slightly, does it a couple more times until his barely two-inch cocklet is half-hard. He decides right there that Seungmin’s dick isn’t enough, so he opens his mouth as wide as he can and devours his dick and balls. Fully seated on his flattened tongue. He squeezes his own cock to relieve some pressure, hums to himself, satisfied and absolutely euphoric.
It feels surreal to have his boyfriend like this—completely clueless about what’s happening. Sleeping soundly, yet steadily leaking inside his mouth.
After a few minutes, he lost track of time. And as Minho didn’t stop palming his cock, he found himself aching badly for more.
He changes his angle to get closer to Seungmin’s foot—which he soon presses on his boxers. His muffled moans vibrate against Seungmin’s cocklet. He just couldn’t take it anymore, so he started rubbing his dick to it. Pushing its heel down as his hip pushes up. Slowly grinding his dick, further feeling that knotting sensation in his gut. It hurts, twisting and gripping his insides that ignites in every stutter of his hips.
As he drowns in his own spit, messily coating his chin, he whimpers desperately, pressing further onto Seungmin’s foot. The pleasure only heightens when he notices how hard Seungmin turned inside his mouth, twitching at every sound of his own suckling.
It doesn’t take long for Minho to reach so close to the edge that he finally decides to take his cock out. Once he does, his cock springs, slapping against his stomach. He releases a loud moan close to a mere shout, losing Seungmin’s cocklet from his mouth. Then, he frantically pumps his cock like a wild animal and stiffens.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Seung—hgnhh baby,” he whines stupidly, burying his face into Seungmin’s groin. Hoarding a full whiff of his natural musk as he fucks his own hand, eyes watering from desperation. “Fuck, baby, I love you so much, ahh… ahhh… ahhh…” he edges himself, squeezing his shaft to halt his impending orgasm.
In a rush, Minho flips Seungmin onto his stomach and then mounts his limp body. Shaking from his need for release, he doesn’t even have time to reach for a lube. Minho doesn’t let go of his cock, afraid that he’ll cum the moment he lets go of it. He pushes down Seungmin’s shorts, slightly exposing his ass. He takes one cheek and spreads it out, finally meeting Seungmin’s puckered hole. Then he spits on it directly, and with trembling fingers, he pushes inside.
Fuck.
The tightness of it is enough to make Minho’s brain shut-down, so he stopped caring about prep and took out his fingers in a hurry.
He carefully releases his iron grip on his cock. As he leaks like a faucet, Minho smears precum all over his tip and throughout his shaft. Exhales shakily, then closes his eyes, tilting his head up at the ceiling as if praying for mercy. Minho strokes himself—once, twice, at a snail’s pace to coat himself with more spit. Then puts his cock in between Seungmin’s ass cheeks, and uses his thumb to drag his tip down until it catches onto the younger’s rim.
He watches… as Seungmin’s hole swallows his tip hungrily. Disappearing as Minho slowly pushes in centimeter by centimeter. He bites his bottom lip, groans, before gripping Seungmin’s waist for leverage—or maybe to tether himself back to reality, before slamming in one go.
“Hahhh…” he exhales, twitching nonstop as he edges himself one last time.
The drag of Seungmin’s hole is brutal.
As Minho pushes out, he sees how Seungmin’s rim sucks him like a vacuum. He pulls Seungmin’s hips up just a little, then slams one more time, angling it perfectly to his boyfriend’s prostate. It earns him a low, muffled noise—like a joyful reward, knowing Seungmin is feeling good too.
And that was simply enough.
Minho pulls out once again, tightens his hold onto Seungmin’s bare waist, then pushes back, harsher, deeper. He releases a guttural moan, and finally… spills white ropes of cum inside his unsuspecting boyfriend.
“Fuck, Seung-ah…” Minho grinds his hips clumsily to ride his high. Leans down to his boyfriend’s sideways face and kisses his cheek, “I love you so much… fuck-ahhh…”
He continuously grinds his softening cock to push against Seungmin’s prostate, then snakes his hand down and palms Seungmin’s tip fast. Pushing his thumb through his slit, then stroking it nonstop. It doesn’t take long before Seungmin is groaning in his sleep, exhaling in short breaths, and just before Minho fully softens inside him, Seungmin cums on his fingers with a soft moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, pumping his boyfriend’s spilling cocklet in slow, short strokes. Seungmin bucks his hips involuntarily to Minho’s touch, and he couldn’t help but coo, “So good for me,” he praises—even though he knows Seungmin couldn't hear it.
To him, it's like a reward for his boyfriend; he deserves to be treated like this.
Minho pushes some strands of hair out of Seungmin’s face. Beautifully flushed, yet still asleep. As if he didn’t just cum from Minho taking advantage of him.
Finally taking his flaccid cock out, he tucks himself in and admires Seungmin’s body, like a porcelain doll that’s been shattered into fragile little pieces. His own cum peaks from the inside of the younger’s hole. Saliva smeared on the small of his back, his shirt hiked up sloppily. And Seungmin’s cum that he wiped on the sheets, already staining and drying.
He doesn’t clean him up. Even pushes back his cum that’s already spilling out of his hole to keep the evidence. Doesn’t even bother to put back his shorts neatly.
All because Minho wants Seungmin to know… wants him to see… just how much he defiled his body.
He walks to the head of the bed, leans down and kisses Seungmin’s temple. Brushing his hair so dearly, cupping his cheek and looking at him with so much fondness.
Then he whispers, “Let’s do this again sometime, Seungminnie.”
Minho walks out of the room—excitedly prepares himself for when the morning comes… he’ll want to see the horror in his boyfriend’s eyes.
And maybe this time, he can rape him while conscious and fully awake.