just pretend.

22.

"I'm really glad you talked with Felix and sorted it out, somewhat", Seungmin mumbled into Minho's ear after they woke up, his breath sending goosebumps rippling across Minho's skin. The warmth of Seungmin's body beside him felt comforting, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil he had faced just days before. "Me too, but it's going to take a while until I trust him again. He really messed up", Minho replied, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, the shadows playing across the walls as the morning light seeped in through the curtains. He had fallen asleep alone in his bed at eight the previous evening, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. When he woke up thirteen hours later, it was to find Seungmin nestled next to him. Felix had let him in, and Minho had instinctively pulled Seungmin under the blanket, holding him tightly until the morning light coaxed them both awake. It made him smile, feeling the safety and warmth that came from being so close to someone he cared about. It was probably the reason why he had slept longer than usual, the heaviness of his worries temporarily lifted. "It's nine in the morning, and I'm looking forward to my day off", Minho said, letting out a contented sigh. "What are your plans for today?", Seungmin asked, his breath fanning softly against Minho's neck, igniting a flicker of desire within him. Minho groaned quietly, turning on his side to face Seungmin. He tried to shake off the growing tension in his stomach, but Seungmin could read him like a book, already sensing the shift in mood. With a teasing smile, Seungmin let his hand glide over Minho's waist, cupping his ass and pulling him closer to his body. "Stop", Minho whined, though his voice lacked any real conviction as he felt Seungmin's fingers trail along his thigh and over his crotch. "Let's get rid of some stored frustration", Seungmin mumbled, and before Minho could protest, he pulled him into a passionate kiss. The world outside faded as Seungmin left a trail of soft kisses down his jaw and neck, slowly sliding his hand into Minho's boxers. "Fuck", Minho moaned, his senses heightened as he wrapped his hands around Seungmin's slowly hardening dick. "That's exactly what I'm going to do", Seungmin answered with a playful chuckle, his voice low and inviting. Minho lifted his hips, impatiently pulling his boxers down, craving more of the connection between them. "Take off your hoodie, baby. I'll make you feel good", Seungmin said, watching him intently as Minho raised his upper body and pulled the hoodie over his head, exposing his skin to the cool air. "Whatever your plans are today", Seungmin started, sliding out of bed. Minho watched him reach for his pants on the floor, the sight of him sending a thrill down his spine. Seungmin pulled out his belt, holding it up with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Add being fucked until you can't walk anymore to the list", he teased, making Minho swallow nervously, his body moving restlessly in bed as excitement mixed with anticipation. Seungmin climbed back onto the bed, wrapping the belt around Minho's neck with a playful but firm grip, pulling him closer. "Are you okay with that?", he asked, tightening his hold just enough to send a shiver through Minho's body, making him choke out a weak, "yes." In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was the intoxicating chemistry between them, the unspoken promises hidden behind playful smiles and teasing touches.

He watched Seungmin take off his clothes, the fabric sliding down his skin, revealing toned muscles that made Minho's heart race. As Seungmin opened his drawer, he pulled out the satin bag that Minho had seen before, curiosity piquing within him. "Did you hide that in there?", he asked, surprise and amusement lacing his voice. Seungmin winked at him, miserably failing at looking suave, which made Minho laugh even harder. "Keep laughing", Seungmin said teasingly, and in one swift motion, he pulled out a big vibrator, holding it up like a trophy. Minho's eyes widened, and he swallowed his response, the sight of the toy making his pulse quicken. He watched as Seungmin's lips curled into a smirk, a mix of confidence and mischief dancing in his gaze. "Turn around", Seungmin ordered, and in an instant, he rushed to the bathroom to grab a towel, cramming his dresser for another thin scarf before hopping back onto the bed. Minho obeyed, laying on his stomach and feeling the cool sheets against his skin. He felt Seungmin's hands on his waist, gently pulling his hips upwards a little. "Hold this position", Seungmin instructed, and Minho threw a glance back at him, excitement and trust coursing through his veins. He never got tired of exploring new positions, trying out different toys, and most of all, relishing in being dominated. With deft hands, Seungmin tied Minho's wrists together using the belt, pulling one end of the scarf through the hole, effectively connecting the scarf and the belt. Minho watched him tie the scarf around the headrest, rendering him completely immobile. "Seungminnie", he whimpered, feeling Seungmin's hand around his neck, softly caressing his skin, igniting a delicious shiver. "Use your safe word if it gets too much, okay?", Seungmin said, and Minho nodded, letting his head drop against the pillow, heart racing. He heard the unmistakable sound of the lube bottle being opened, the slickness adding to the charged atmosphere. Seungmin's hands spread his legs apart a little, and Minho felt his pulse quicken even more. "You look so pretty", Seungmin mumbled, his voice low and sultry, as he placed a cold, lube-coated finger at Minho's rim. The sudden touch sent a jolt through Minho, making him squirm against the cold gel on his skin. With teasing deliberation, Seungmin rubbed his finger over Minho's rim, causing him to moan desperately, yearning for something more substantial to fill him. When Seungmin finally pushed his finger inside, brushing against his walls and finding his prostate, an electric shock coursed through Minho's body – a prelude to the sensations that were to come. A second finger followed not long after, and Minho felt the stretch as Seungmin scissored his fingers within him, probing deeper and igniting every nerve ending. "More, more please", he whined impatiently, barely able to contain himself. He heard Seungmin chuckle softly at his eagerness. "Don't worry, you'll get your pretty hole stretched out soon enough", Seungmin assured him, pushing a third finger inside, curling his fingers just right. Each brush against Minho's sensitive prostate sent waves of pleasure crashing over him, and he instinctively pushed back, seeking more. Then, with a resounding smack, Seungmin's other hand came down on his ass, making the sound echo through the room. Minho whined, the sudden sting making him want to rub his skin. "Impatient", Seungmin said teasingly, and Minho felt the tip of his tip pushing inside him, stretching him further. He let out a low moan, wrapping his fingers around the scarf, clinging onto it for dear life. When Seungmin turned on the vibrator, Minho swallowed hard, feeling the cold, lubed toy push in a little. He heard Seungmin moan, the vibration of the toy syncing perfectly with Seungmin's tip, stretching him. "Fuck", he whimpered as both Seungmin and the toy pressed inside him halfway. "Take it", Seungmin commanded, pushing the vibrator to full speed, making Minho's dick twitch and his legs shake from the overwhelming sensations. "Fuck, Seungminnie, oh god", he babbled, feeling the precum drip onto the towel beneath him, pooling into a wet spot that only added to his desperation. Seungmin tangled his fingers into Minho's hair, pulling his head back roughly, just as he thrust into him with a force that made Minho swallow his moan. "Fuck", Seungmin hissed, holding his position for a good minute, letting the toy work its magic while his own cock filled Minho completely. "Please", Minho whined, his hips moving restlessly, the vibrator targeting his prostate mercilessly, and he slowly began to slip into subspace. "Seungminnie, please fuck me", he babbled, feeling Seungmin slowly pull out before thrusting back in hard, pushing the air from his lungs and eliciting a choked moan from deep within him. Tears brimmed in his eyes, and his knuckles turned white as he clung to the scarf, fighting to stay grounded. "So pretty all tied up for me to fuck you how I please, right?", Seungmin muttered in a deep voice that sent jolts of pleasure straight to Minho's core. "So needy, so pretty and all for me." Minho could feel himself unraveling under Seungmin's touch, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. As Seungmin picked up the pace, pounding into him relentlessly, Minho felt his first high approaching, unable to hold back as his stomach tensed up and he watched his load spurt all over the towel, leaving him breathless and shaking. Even as Seungmin kept thrusting into him, the pleasure didn't stop, each powerful thrust making Minho's legs tremble even more. "Minnie, Seung–", he choked out, unable to finish his sentence or articulate the sensations swirling within him. Seungmin fucked him senseless, leaving him gasping for air, cries muffled into his sheets. It felt so good, and he didn't want it to stop; he wanted Seungmin to continue until he passed out from exhaustion. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, please, harder", he babbled between weak moans and quiet sobs, feeling Seungmin fill him out with his warm load. "Are you close, baby?", Seungmin asked, and Minho let out a strained hum that barely sounded like a response, his entire body twitching in pleasure as he neared his second high. "Take it, baby", Seungmin urged, still thrusting into him, his rhythm slowing slightly yet maintaining that tantalizing pressure that pushed Minho further into ecstasy.