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The ropes were a little too tight but it's nothing Hoseok can't handle. He's been blind to his surroundings for probably about a half hour now, stark naked and alone, bound to a wooden chair.
Whenever the anticipation built up in his stomach, and became too much, he'd breathe in tune to the ticks of each passing second of the clock on the wall, because he knows he can hold it in before Minhyuk gets back. The blindfold proved to be more difficult to endure than the butt plug inside of him though --- behind the black fabric, his imagination ran wild. He could almost feel Minhyuk's fingers running along his thighs, or Minhyuk's lips sucking onto his nipples. He imagined the plug as Minhyuk's cock, always teasing and never really filling him up.
Hoseok let out a frustrated sigh. He can do it, and Minhyuk wasn't going to see him a sobbing mess, or in pain. The last thing Hoseok wants is for Minhyuk to beat himself over it and never agree to it again.
"Hey, I'm back." Minhyuk's footsteps were light on the carpet, but Hoseok could tell he was near, rummaging through plastic. "I'm so glad the lady at the shop didn't judge, but she looked disturbingly used to people buying condoms and lube."
Hoseok wanted to comment that cashiers were the least judgemental people, but chewed on his bottom lip instead, his whole body warm now that Minhyuk was here.
He shifted, and the butt plug nudged at his sweet spot making him stutter a gasp.
"I told the others you weren't feeling too good." Minhyuk's breath was on him. On his face and neck. "I'm gonna take care of you, okay?"
Hoseok nodded and bit back a whimper when he thought he felt a hand going round his cock. False alarm.
"Does it hurt anywhere?" Minhyuk asked. "It's amazing you're so hard after all this time. Color?"
"G-green."
He felt a hand caress his cheek and Minhyuk's mouth was on his, chaste and quick. Too little.
Minhyuk untied the ropes that bound him to the chair but not the ones around his wrist. And for the first time Hoseok felt just how numb he was all over, whining when Minhyuk parted his mouth open with his fingers.
"I can't just leave you and not give what you want right?"
"Yeah," Hoseok sighed, heart thumping at the words. There were only a couple of times Mr. Vanilla Minhyuk agreed to play along with his kinks so Hoseok has to make the most of it when that time comes around. Sometimes he thinks Minhyuk just likes to torture him with slow sweet sex, just so he could gather all the pent up frustrations.
"You gonna suck me off good?"
Hoseok melted at the dark undertone in Minhyuk's voice and felt his erection twitch against his thigh. Every time he shifted, he was reminded of the plug and with Minhyuk's hand carding through his hair, little sparks constantly pricked along his spine. He couldn't wait to find out how sensitive he was, as the head of Minhyuk's cock pressed against his lips.
Hoseok stuck his tongue out, tasting Minhyuk; loving the way Minhyuk held his face steady to ease into his mouth. And whenever he accidentally used teeth, he'd hang it open in apology so that Minhyuk could hit the back of his throat if he wanted to. Hoseok certainly hoped he did as he hummed around it, sucking slowly all the way. He also hoped for more of Minhyuk's touch --- it didn't matter where, he just wanted the tingling feeling all over his body pressed into him. It's been far too long.
His jaw started to slacken but he kept leaning forward, determined, even when the only control he really had was his tongue. His own cock was starting to throb, achingly too, desperate for attention. It didn't help that the pleasure from sucking Minhyuk off all went straight to his dick.
