Do that again || MINSUNG

IX

"What do you want?" Minho spoke quietly, hiding behind the door. 

"Just step in the car and I'll tell you after," Changbin had promised, making the older comply hesitantly. It was all for Jisung, all for his Sungie. 

He stepped into the backseat, noticing Chan was behind the wheel. The shorter greeted him in a low voice, as if he wanted to impress Minho. The latter just huffed and leaned back into the comfortable seating of the car. 

"Where are we going?" Minho spoke up after Changbin sat down in the passengers seat, eliciting a grunt from the other. 

"Nowhere special, kitten," the younger mocked and heaved a silent laugh. 

Minho stared out of the window lifelessly. Was he going to get kidnapped, by any chance? 

"Don't look so upset kitty, you got yourself in this mess. Want everyone to know you're a slut? Want everyone to see you on your knees for your little boyfriend?"

"First of all Chan, you're a fucking dick for recording that. Secondly, I'm just doing this for Sung. I don't care if I'm on the internet with my mouth stuffed with dick," Minho responded sassily, a bit salty because of the situation. 

"Jisung is embarrassed? Shouldn't he be proud to have you? No offense, but you're gorgeous. I don't know how he can go around without showing you off," Changbin complimented, catching the older off guard. Minho felt a blush creeping up his cheeks at the words, so he huffed and proceeded to look out of the window. 

Chan quickly caught onto the effect Changbin was having on Minho, adding a "I don't get how you're okay with how he tries to bully you instead of treating you like you deserve to be treated, like an angel".

The tallest wasn't stupid; he knew the two other boys were trying to seduce him. And it was goddamn working. He shouldn't think about it, just focus on the road, in case he actually was going to get kidnapped. 

"We're here, get out, baby," Changbin commanded in a sickeningly sweet tone, almost making Minho want to barf. 

In front of him was something that looked like a fucking gay strip club. Neon lights were everywhere and boys in latex or bunny lingerie stood in front of the entrance. 

Chan held a tight grip on his wrist as they entered, greeted by loud music playing and a fair amount of people dancing or drinking at a bar. 

"Don't worry kitten, you're going upstairs." 

Somehow, that didn't sound very reassuring. He got pushed into a white room, the light a dark red, but the color seemed like it would be changeable. There was a big bed, though, and a camera set up right in front of the end of the bed. 

"Strip." 

It took a few seconds before Minho comprehended the sentence Changbin spoke. 

"What? I'm sorry, did I hear that right?" 

"Strip, Minho," Chan chimed in, Changbin adding a low "I won't repeat myself". 

"I don't want to." 

"Then you must want our little Sungie crying as he notices that everyone saw the video of you sucking him off." 

Minho glared at the two boys in front of him, taking his shirt off. He had to resist his hands coming up to hide his body. The older felt ashamed as he unbuttoned his pants, slowly taking them off. His face was beet red by the end of it, his boxers still hanging on his hips, and he had no intention of taking those off. 

"I'm giving you a chance here, Minho. We're going to leave the room. Make a video for us of you cumming, and if you can't do that we'll do it ourselves. Got that?" 

Minho could only nod with his nose scrunched up ever so slightly. This was disgusting. He slowly climbed on the bed, getting on his knees so his face was out of frame. 

Was it recording already? He had no idea how that thing even worked. He thought he pressed the record button, though, so he should be good.

He didn't want Changbin or Chan to touch him, but there was no way he was going to get hard like this. He really wasn't in the mood. He quickly got an idea, though.

Calling sir <3...

"Hey, Minnie," the soft voice of his love resonated through the room as he let out a quiet moan, hoping that Jisung got the gist of it. 

"Oh? Kitten's horny, I hear?" 

Yeah, Jisung caught the fuck on. 

The older whined in the back of his throat at the pet name, palming himself through his boxers to get hard. 

"Words, kitty."

"Yes! Yes Sir, kitten's so very horny, wants you so bad," Minho gasped, grinding back on his hand, now having a semi already.

"Tell me kitten, in what position are you right now?" Jisung's voice sounded like honey, dripping with sweetness, but it was hot, so sexy.

"On my knees, Sir! Touching through boxers for you, Sir," the older moaned back, hearing his boyfriend groan on the other side. 

"Fuck, you're so hot."

Minho whined highly at that, asking for permission to touch himself properly, the younger responding with a hell yes. 

The elder couldn't keep his noises down, moaning like a slut as he jerked off. 

"Please, Master, wan' you to talk to me," Minho's soft Gimpo dialect seeping through, craving Jisung's voice. It had never been hard to get off to Jisung's voice. He may or may not have a few audio files of Jisung talking dirty to him. 

"Shit, baby, you sound so pretty for me, I wish that I could touch you right now. Can you finger yourself for me, baby? Just one finger though, you can't come just yet." 

Obediently, the older male followed the command, this time turning around to get on all fours, ass towards the camera. He mewled at the slight praises Jisung threw at him. The younger's quiet groans indicating that he was jerking off, too, did something to him. Minho's dick twitched pathetically at the thought of Jisung trying to get off without him, without his ass there to bury himself in. 

The older was grinding back on his one finger as he begged for more, needing permission for more fingers. 

"Okay baby, use all the fingers you want. I want to hear you moan for me though, kitten."

"Fingers are too short!" Minho cried out as he hoped his longest finger, his middle finger, would be able to brush against his prostate. Curse his small hands. 

"You can do it kitten, don't panic, your middle finger is long enough, we both know that," Jisung softly reassured him, praising him whenever he moaned loudly. 

"Such a good boy for me, hm?" 

"Sir, I'm gonna cum!"

"No you're not, what are you talking about?" 

"S-Sir, I'm gonna-"

"Dumb kitten. You're not cumming until I say so." 

This hurt Minho ever so slightly. Was Jisung into degrading? Call him sensitive, but he just wanted to be a good kitten for Sir. He didn't want to be a dumb kitty.

"Please Sir, I'll be good, I'm sorry for whatever I did, please Sir, wanna be good for you!" Minho started sobbing into his arm as he felt his need to cum decrease, his fingers stopping movement. 

"Oh no kitty, don't cry, I didn't mean to hurt you! Forgive me kitten, you're being a really good boy right now. So good for Sir, Sir wishes he was there with you right now so he could kiss and fuck you so good." 

That was all it took to get his dick to twitch again, his fingers gaining activity again. 

"Wan' that too," Minho mumbled quietly, quickly feeling his high approaching. 

"Gonna fuck you into the mattress tomorrow, kitten," Jisung's honey voice traveled straight to his dick as he mewled loudly, muscles tensing as thick white ribbons painted his stomach.