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It started as most interactions on this show do: in the bathroom. Jangjun washes his hands as Hui enters. Despite the fact that he’s already had intimate encounters with two of the Pentacocks, Jangjun’s a little starstruck. Okay, so maybe Hui’s different. He’s had more hit singles on both sides of the production process than most of the groups in this competition combined. He has astonishing duality, switching from goofy to sexy in the blink of an eye. And Jangjun thinks he must be hallucinating when Hui approaches, licking his lips.
“I heard you’re taking requests now. You’ll take anyone who wants you, hm?” Hui moves closer, lowering his voice to a sexy growl, the kind Jangjun’s rewound recordings to hear.
Jangjun shuts off the water, one of his hands subtly pinching his leg to make sure this isn’t an amazing dream he’s having during a pre-rehearsal nap. It hurts, so not a dream. Squaring his shoulders, he faces up to the challenge he set himself. “You heard right, hyung. Whatever you want, I can deliver.”
Hui smiles, bright as the sun even in the crappy bathroom lighting. “Excellent. Here’s my number. We can discuss specifics that way, unless you want your members wondering where you’ve run off to.” He slips a piece of paper no bigger than the insides of a fortune cookie into Jangjun’s hand. “I’ve been meaning to get to know you better.”
Over the next few hours, they definitely get to know each other. Hui sends a brief outline of what he wants and Jangjun has to fight a hard-on in the middle of the waiting room. He swears Joochan gives him a look when he's trying to cross his legs as he reads the plan over and over again. In his messages, Hui tells him that he’s tucked a treat besides his own dick into his pants, adding a picture to make sure Jangjun knows what he’s getting into. Jangjun can’t get the image out of his thoughts.
Since he’s already distracted during the last few minutes of rehearsal, he thinks about what’s to come. He has no doubt that Hui will give him the fucking of his life, but he's not used to giving up control this easily. There's something about the Pentagon members that flips a switch in his mind, makes him want to go instantly pliant and eager. Just outside the spare room door, he shakes the nerves from his hands and resolves to play just a little harder to get, a resolution that flies out the window as soon as he steps inside and sees Hui's smirk.
"Strip for me, pup, and make it quick. We don't have all day."
Jangjun fumbles with his outfit, glancing at Hui who leans against the mirrors, arms crossed and eyes all over him. Gulping, Jangjun strips down to his underwear, already a bit wet, and the outline of the painful erection he’s been trying to hide is prominent. He shifts on his feet when he is done, holding his hands in front of him and looking at Hui ready for the next order. He bites his lip when the elder walks around him inspecting his body until he is behind him, hands on his shoulders and pushing him into a kneeling position.
"You're fast, but pups don't stand."
Though his cock twitches at the statement, Jangjun still has to bite his lip as a clever retort threatens to spill out. (It's "They don't talk either, but here we are," for the record.) Instead, he tilts his head to look up at Hui, trust and anticipation written all over his face. The leader, always a sucker for big eyes and bigger hearts, smiles and leans down to plant a reassuring kiss on his forehead. "Good pup." He walks around to kneel in front of Jangjun, reaching into his pocket for something, something that makes Jangjun swallow hard when he sees it. A pair of nipple clamps connected by a silver chain dangles before him as Hui smiles at his reaction. "I heard you've got sensitive ones. All the more fun to play with..."
Jangjun bites his lip in anticipation when one of Hui's hands starts to run over his skin. A finger flicks at his perky nub and Jangjun can't suppress the whimper that spills from his mouth. Thankfully, Hui enjoys the little sound, thumbing more at the nipple as if he is warming it up for what's to come. He repeats the action with the other side making it difficult for Jangjun to stay upright as the ministrations send shivers down his spine. Eventually, as Jangjun breaks more into small moans, Hui removes one hand to tilt Jangjun's head up, locking their lips into a messy make out. He swallows every whine that Jangjun makes, all while playing with his sensitive nubs until breaking away briefly to attach the first clamp.
As the pinch of his flesh registers in his system, Jangjun opens his mouth to wail, but remembers at the last second that he needs to keep quiet, settling for digging his fingers into Hui's shoulders instead. It's a mix of pain and pleasure he has not felt before. Sure, he's thought once or twice about getting clamps, but opportunity and desire have never aligned. But now, his entire focus is narrowed to that one sensation, the rush of it flooding his thoughts, until Hui does the same to the other side. At first, Hui holds onto the clamps, waiting for Jangjun to adjust to the sensation before letting go, the weight tugging Jangjun's nipples downward just slightly and pulling a little cry from his lips, the chain dangling between the two points. Hui gazes upon his handiwork before leaning forward and taking the chain between finger and thumb, pulling on it just enough to bring Jangjun's attention back to him. "Let's go for a little walk around the room, pup."
Jangjun stares at him in awe, opening and closing his mouth as Hui rises up, still holding onto the chain. Jangjun lifts his chest as Hui stands up, letting out whimpers at the tug. Watching the younger shift on his knees to a better position to crawl around in, Hui waits for Jangjun to settle. When Jangjun is ready, he gets cheeky again raising his hands in a little paw stance making Hui chuckle and place a kiss on his head. As much as Jangjun acts cute, Hui pulls the chain a bit rougher, making the eager pup scramble to follow him as they stroll around the room. Hui goes slowly, so he can watch how Jangjun struggles, letting the room fill with his little cries of pain and pleasure.
In his observations, Hui notices other tantalizing features of his new pet: the watery eyes his members couldn't stop talking about, the gentle curves of his well-built frame, the full lips that pout so naturally, the wet spot blooming across the front of Jangjun's underwear. Hui knows himself and he knows he won't be able to keep his hands off him for much longer. When they return to where they started, Hui stops and lets go of his makeshift leash. Jangjun lets out a little bark in response to the increase in pressure on his sensitive nipples and prettily sits on his hind legs. Growing evermore enchanted with the tricks this puppy can do, Hui reaches down to pet between his legs, his fingers sliding over the wet patch, tracing the head of Jangjun's cock as the younger whimpers. "Awww...look at the mess you made."
Jangjun squirms in his spot, breath getting caught in his throat at the light touches to his cock. He whines softly, lifting up his hips silently asking for more as Hui's fingers brush over his hard on. Hui finds it adorable how needy Jangjun is with his whines and pleading eyes that he can't help but give him what he wants.
"Why don't you roll over for me, hmm? Then I can help you with this." Hui finally dips his fingers beneath the waistband and pulls it down to give Jangjun's cock a squeeze. Almost yelping at the touch, Jangjun lets out a longer whimper then rolls onto his back while Hui moves back to remove his own clothing. From the floor, Jangjun almost drools at the sight of Hui's body, as the older starts with his shirt then downwards. When Hui is also only in his underwear, he chuckles down at Jangjun, obediently sprawled out on the ground waiting to be touched again.
Hui is about to bend down to touch Jangjun when he gets an idea. Instead of his hands, he uses one of his feet to trail up Jangjun’s abs, watching them tense as he gets closer to Jangjun’s still-clamped nipples, feeling the jolt that runs through him as he skims over the tip of one, then the other.
Jangjun whines beneath him, his erection growing harder as he almost gets what he wants, but it’s not nearly enough. Hui can sense his growing desperation and that knowledge only fuels his mean streak. He turns his foot and drags it in the opposite direction, further down Jangjun’s body, pausing to dip a toe into his navel to make him squirm. It takes patience and balance, but eventually, his foot ends up right where Hui wants it: pressing lightly on Jangjun’s cock, not enough to hurt, just enough to be a threat...or a stimulus. He throws a taunt down at Jangjun, whose mouth is hanging open in surprise. “What’s the matter, princess? Did the little puppy think it’d be that easy?”
Pink instantly appears on Jangjun's cheeks, shaking his head softly. He lets out another shaky breath as Hui moves his foot along his length, making his mind go a mile a minute. All control Jangjun thought he could obtain crumbles in that moment he heard his two favourite nicknames. Buckling under Hui's taunts, Jangjun wants to beg so bad for the older to just fuck him into the floor, but for once, he is speechless. All he can do is rut up against Hui's foot, hoping the other would get his message. Unfortunately for him, Hui only applies more pressure, hoping to squeeze out more noises from Jangjun.
"You can use your words this time," Hui allows as he watches Jangjun squirm. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, princess."
"P-Please, please fuck me," Jangjun begs almost too quickly as Hui brings his foot back up to catch the chain. The tug on his sore nubs causes more whines to spill out, making Jangjun lock his glossy eyes with Hui's. "Please, I want to be touched. I want to come. Wreck me. Ruin me. Please, sir."
Hui’s eyes soften for a moment as he watches tears spill from the corners of Jangjun’s eyes. He considers giving in then and there, but he wants one more thing first. He pulls his foot away completely, regaining his balance and walking around Jangjun, nudging his legs apart and standing between them. He replaces his foot on Jangjun’s cock, length-wise this time, giving him more contact. “Thank you for asking me so, so nicely. How about this? I’ll wreck you by touching you like this. When you get close, let me know, and then I’ll reward you with the rest. You’re gonna have to work for it, puppy.”
Jangjun has to practically stuff his hand in his mouth to muffle his guttural moan. His hips buck up into the friction of foot and fabric. He whines as he struggles to find a rhythm, but when he does, the pressure is glorious. It’s not ideal, but it’s enough for him to feel the coil of his arousal tighten in his stomach as he gets closer to the edge.
Relishing in the sight of the desperate teary pup, Hui sticks his hands in his boxers, stroking himself off. He watches as Jangjun is getting so close, biting his lip as he can tell by the increasing volume of his muffled noises. Hui too feels himself breaking, wanting to drop down more than anything and envelop himself in the puppy's warmth. However, he endures the need and waits for Jangjun to spill out the go-ahead.
"I-I'm close!" The sudden exclamation makes Hui pull his foot off, causing a strained whimper from below. He smiles down at the younger, leaning down to help Jangjun sit up. Cradling his face in his hands, he sprinkles kisses along Jangjun's pink cheeks and wipes away the tears which escaped down his face.
"You did so well, princess," he compliments after stealing a kiss off Jangjun's pouty lips. "Let's move to the couch, okay? That way you're comfy while I reward you." Hui helps the other up and the two maneuver themselves to the couch. Jangjun lays on his back while Hui holds his legs under his knees, pushing them up to his chest. Almost automatically, Jangjun hooks his arms underneath to hold himself up and Hui praises him with kisses after he strips them both from their remaining piece of clothing. Tossing them aside, he also snatches some lube and a condom before he finally settles down to give Jangjun his reward.
"Ready, princess?"
Batting his lashes, Jangjun confidently flashes his signature grin at him as if he hasn’t been teary-eyed and wrecked for the past hour. “Ready, sir!”
Shaking his head at the chipper tone of the puppy, Hui circles a finger around his rim before pressing inside. This time, it’s his mouth that hangs open as Jangjun smirks up at him. The little shit prepped himself beforehand. “Found something surprising, sir?”
Jangjun’s voice is a little too gleeful for his liking, so Hui responds by wordlessly pushing three fingers into his hole, smiling to himself as Jangjun’s words trail off into a moan. He feels around inside until he finds the bundle of nerves he’s looking for and proceeds to avoid it, circling around it so Jangjun can tell he knows where it is, but also so he can tell he’s being punished for his impertinence.
It doesn’t take long for Jangjun to twist his hips, trying to get the contact without words, but Hui isn’t having it, issuing a command instead. “Beg, pup, or you’re not gonna be fucked the way you want. I can make you come just like this, right here, without ever being inside you. Is that what you want?”
"No, sir," Jangjun huffs softly as the elder makes it difficult for him. He is getting so close to his climax and he almost gets teary again as the need builds. However, he gets stubborn now, not wanting to give into Hui just yet, despite being the one at a disadvantage. His bratty thoughts wonder how far he can push Hui and how great it would feel once the older unleashes on him. Stopping his squirming, he peeks at Hui who twists his fingers, his fingertips brushing his spot but quickly "missing" once again. Jangjun suppresses a moan by biting his lower lip, shutting his eyes as he tries to collect himself.
"Well?" Hui leans on the couch impatiently, watching the younger struggle again to move along his digits. It's cute that Jangjun gets pouty when he contemplates what to do next, but it still doesn't break Hui. Changing approaches, Hui leans forward to hover above Jangjun, his other hand reaching to grip his chin.
"I don't have all day, pup." When Jangjun just whines back, Hui has no choice then to take hold of the neglected chain, tugging it harshly to get a noise out of the younger.
Jangjun’s back arches as his eyes widen and he grits his teeth to stifle the scream that wants to come out. When his breath comes back, he decides it’s in his best interest to give in. He’s always been a gambling man, but now he’s had his fun and he wants to be spoiled by his owner for the day.
The tears well up easily in his eyes, partially from the pain and partially because he can summon them at will when he wants to get his way. He swallows, trying to get the words to sound as broken as his nipples are going to feel tomorrow. “Please, sir. ‘M sorry for talking back and being a brat.” It’s getting more difficult to talk as Hui drags the pad of a single finger across the surface of his prostate. “I want you inside me so badly. Please fuck me. ‘M just a puppy who doesn’t know any better.”
They both know that’s not quite true, that Jangjun knows exactly what he wants and how to get it, but Hui’s too far gone to care. Using his teeth, he rips open the condom wrapper and slides it on single-handedly while he rubs over Jangjun’s prostate once, twice, three times, wringing broken moans out of him. Finally, Hui pulls his fingers out, lines himself up, and pushes into Jangjun’s hole. He has to pause to take in the hot, wet suction inside him before beginning to move.
Gasping softly, Jangjun lets out a satisfied moan, finally being filled after so long. He is glad he prepped himself earlier, because even with Hui's fingers prior, the older's girth is still a stretch. As Hui starts to thrust in and out slowly but harshly, Jangjun's voice gets louder, the younger no longer attempting to hold anything in.
As he moves faster, Hui leans in, folding Jangjun's legs more into his chest, and dives in for a sloppy kiss. He hums as the moans get muffled in the kiss, providing more motive to thrust quicker. Once Jangjun breaks off to cry out when Hui hits his spot, the older drives a few slower deeper thrusts into the area making the younger claw at his back.
"Ah, I'm close again," Jangjun whines as Hui slams into his prostate again.
"Tell me how much you want to come."
"F-Fuck, I mean, sir, please. I'm so close ."
Hui tsks at him, timing his words with his thrusts. “Tell. Me. More.” A part of him knows he’s released the floodgates with his order, but he really does enjoy hearing Jangjun’s stream-of-consciousness speech. The rapper has a way of stringing words together that’s completely, refreshingly original and Hui’s delighted by his babble.
And babble Jangjun does. He starts by waxing poetic about Hui’s cock and how it’s making him feel stretched to the brim, more full than he’s been in a week. A week ago, it was Changgu pushing into him, and Hui was on the other side of the wall. Jangjun wonders aloud whether Hui knew what was going on that day, whether any of his sounds made it to Hui’s alert ears. When he runs out of words there, he makes comparisons to anything his mind can come up with, from pastries (something about being pumped full of jelly) to the weather (“my cloud’s so full and I just want to rain”).
Only when Hui’s not entirely sure whether he’s going to crack up or climax at whatever Jangjun’s mouth spits out next does he relent. One hand goes up to tug at the chain one last time while his other wraps around Jangjun’s length. He knows that the dual stimulation will be enough to tip him over the edge soon enough.
Whatever thought Jangjun is about to ramble about gets caught in his throat and Hui is amused at how quickly he could quiet down. With a few flicks of his wrist and a press into Jangjun's prostate, the younger releases within minutes with white streaks all over his abs and chest. After wiping excess off his hand onto Jangjun's messy body, Hui lets go of the chain and the younger's cock, letting him breathe for a second. Removing the clamps, he rubs the nubs gently, checking Jangjun's expressions sto see if he presses too hard. When Jangjun is pliant and even blushes from the excess stimulation, Hui chuckles and peppers some kisses up Jangjun's skin from his nipples to his lips.
"Don't you have to get off too?" With the younger's kind words, Hui runs a hand through his hair then a thumb over his cheek.
"Just checking if you're okay first."
"Oh I'm definitely okay! Actually, I'm feeling more than okay. I just got one of the best fuckings of my life! I can't believe you brought out those clamps, hyung. I wonder where you even got those, what goes down in Pentagon's dorms-" Before Jangjun could finish, Hui kisses him and starts finishing himself off with quick sloppy thrusts. Jangjun clings to his shoulders, little moans escaping their lip lock until Hui climaxes.
If you’d asked Jangjun before now what he thought Hui would sound like when he came, he would probably approximate something akin to the singer’s signature wails onstage. He would have been wrong. Turns out the sound is halfway between a shout and a sob, which Jangjun has the pleasure of muffling with his own mouth.
With a satisfied grin on his face, the rapper returns the soft kindnesses of their encounter while Hui is coming down from the aftershocks of orgasm. He trails kisses under Hui’s jaw, making his way down his neck to lick gently at his shoulder. It tastes like sweat and faintly of makeup. If Jangjun had a little more to taste, he might even be able to guess the brand, but even he knows now is not the time for that.
Instead, he holds Hui tightly in a hug, though his nipples ache and his legs are on the brink of cramping. He can’t explain why, but it just feels right. It feels as if the leader has been through a lot recently and requires all the human touch he can get. Nevermind that his softening cock is still inside Jangjun. That can wait. Jangjun needs to know that Hui’s alright, so he asks, “And how are you, hyung?” There’s no joking in his voice, only fond sincerity.
"Good. Really good." Despite his rough words earlier, Hui falls quiet, enjoying the sudden softness in the moment. Hui can only smile as he squeezes into the hug once. It feels nice to hear the concern and just melt into the younger's warm arms. He knows the younger probably feels sore, but he can't help relish in the light rubs on his back. Getting a little lost in the feeling, he buries his face into Jangjun's shoulder once, before finally pulling away, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Only then he realizes he hasn't pulled out and he unlatches with an embarrassed chuckle. He discards the condom and grabs wipes to clean them up, returning to Jangjun who still lays on the couch with his arm over his face, the exhaustion probably finally hitting the usually energetic one.
"Tired?" Hui asks softly as he runs the wet wipe on his skin. Jangjun jumps a bit at the sudden touch, but he nods also with a smile. Once they are cleaned up, Hui reaches to put on his clothes again, but Jangjun stops him by pressing to his side. The younger, now sitting up, wraps his arms and legs around his waist and nestles his chin to his shoulder as if he doesn't want him to leave yet.
"It was really nice," Jangjun starts, which makes Hui smile and pat his head with his opposite hand.
"Wasn't too rough?"
"Nope! Perfect, actually. I can't wait for more, if you're up for it of course!" At the younger's proposal, Hui faces him. Jangjun meets him with a grin, gleaming with mischief.
“If I’m up for it?” Hui shakes his head in fond disbelief. “I may be older, but I’m not that old, you brat. I’ll teach you respect if it’s the last thing I do.”
They’ll face the world and its problems soon enough with their own groups, but for now, Hui allows Jangjun and himself to revel in this safe haven of comfort, finally quiet.
“So, where did you get those clamps, hyung?”
Almost quiet. And Hui wouldn’t have it any other way.