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It's getting late. Terribly late.
Hao's been sitting in front of the television, wine in hand, in a black silk robe waiting for his husband to return from work. The clock on the wall says it's 9:00 pm. So, where's Hanbin?
It's not uncommon for him to go overtime and come home late. He's passionate about his job and who is Hao to deprive him of his work? However, it's gotten frequent lately and Hao's worried, concerned. Usually, Hanbin chooses to go overtime because of some mistake he made (which could've been pushed to the next day but he likes to have it done as soon as possible rather than postpone it). You would think that the mistakes worthy of overtime were highly detrimental to his work, like major, job-threatening mistakes. No, the mistakes Hanbin makes at his job are minor-revision types of mistakes. Again, something that can easily be postponed but Hanbin chooses not to. The cherry on top is his attention to detail which almost feels like micromanaging. Even his coworkers are concerned for his well-being, nobody likes to go overtime but Hanbin is almost too willing to do so.
It has Hao thinking about what Hanbin could've done lately that cost him frequent overtime at the office.
Just as he pondered on that, he heard the familiar sound of keys clashing against each other and the click of the lock turning, unlocking the front door. The door opens and a tired, miserable-looking Hanbin stands in the way.
It's common behavior, expected even, to come home late from work looking dreary but Hanbin's usually the opposite. Rather, he looks refreshed knowing he tied up all loose ends, ready for the next day.
That's why Hao's shocked to see Hanbin so miserable like this. It's unlike him.
"Hanbin? Are you okay?" Hao turns around from the couch, setting his wine glass on the coffee table.
He stands up and walks towards the crying Hanbin at the doorway. Hanbin completely gives up, letting his work bag hit the floor with a thud. Hao closes the door behind him and cradles Hanbin's head in his hand, nesting him in the crook of his neck. "What's wrong? Something bad happened at work today? You're not usually like this?"
Hanbin continues to cry and sniffle. "I messed up at work today." He wraps his arms around Hao's tiny waist. Oh, how he finds comfort around Hao's tiny waist. He feels small around Hao even if the height difference isn't drastic.
"Well, what did you do?"
It takes a while for Hanbin to respond and Hao lets him, petting the hair that meets the small of Hanbin's neck. "I wrote a report wrong and had to do the entire thing... and... and I found out that I actually used the wrong data for the entire report... and... it's just... I had to redo an entire three days' worth of work at 3:00 pm.." He said, hiccuping in between words.
"But Binnie, if it was that bad, you could've just done it tomorrow? If it was possible but if not, surely you asked for help?"
"I didn't want to burden other people..." That's true. Hanbin's the type to keep the burden on his shoulders. He doesn't like seeing other people suffer because of him, that's why he insists on going overtime, even if the problem is as little as a typo.
"Hanbin, you have to let other people help you. Look at you! You're miserable." Hao holds Hanbin's face with both hands. He doesn't want to admit it but... Hanbin looks pretty when he cries. Something about looking pathetic with bright pink cheeks, it has Hao thinking things — things inappropriate at this moment.
"I mean, they did."
Hao's confused. "Did what?"
"Offer help." Hanbin looks away.
"Yah, Hanbin-ah, why'd you turn them away?" Hao scolds, slapping his arm.
"Be-because I didn't..." Hao tilts his head, wondering why Hanbin's hesitating.
"I... I didn't want them to be nice to me." Hao lets an inaudible 'huh' paired with a matching facial expression.
Hao puts both his hands on both of Hanbin's arms. "Hanbinnie, I don't get it. Why don't you want them to be nice to you?"
Hanbin's looking really guilty right now. Eyes looking everywhere else but his husband in front of him. Whatever he says next, Hao thinks it might be serious, but he has no clue why this is a problem.
"Well," Hanbin trails. "I feel like I deserve to be scolded when I make a mistake. Everybody's so lenient to me at work, even my boss. You know how it's common to have a mean boss who goes on a power trip for most employees? I don't have one."
Hao's very confused now.
"I feel like I should be scolded for the mistakes I make, not, you know, be treated with leniency."
Hao's smart. Obviously, by the looks of his achievements, he is smart. If he's right about his hunch, it'd be interesting, to say the least. But he doesn't want to assume that he has a part in Hanbin's behavior.
"Gege," Hanbin continues. "I got used to you scolding me, even playfully, that I find it at work. And it feels weird when I don't get it."
There it is.
It's Hao's fault that Hanbin wants to be scolded.
Hao's scoldings are playful, never serious. A light slap on the arm, a little raising of the voice, a little reprimand whenever Hanbin does something silly. He didn't think it'd get to a point where Hanbin's daily functioning is *dependent* on getting scolded, no matter how serious or fictitious it may be.
Hao trying to break down the situation in his head caused a rather pregnant silence in the room. On the other hand, Hanbin's kind of panicking, thinking whatever he said was weird and surely Hao would see him weirdly now.
Hanbin... likes it when his gege scolds him. He's so used to having a structure in his life, things going the way he wants them to go that it sometimes feels too ideal. Hao helps him break that daze a little, even if he's not actually scolding him. He likes to be put in his place and straightened out even if he's not actually making major mistakes. For something as simple as forgetting to turn all the lights off or stepping inside the house with outdoor shoes on accident, he likes it when Hao calls him out on it. In some ways, it helps humble himself, that he's not perfect, that Hao sets him straight.
It's not that it's a kink for him. Maybe. Possibly. He just... really likes his Hao-hyung.
But now that he's confessed this, he thinks Hao might've interpreted this as a kink thing. It... wouldn't really be that bad. Maybe. Hanbin doesn't know.
"I think," Hanbin starts. "I think I just don't deserve that kindness all the time. Like, I want to be put in my place..." His eyes look anywhere but at Hao's eyes.
Hao gets it now. Hanbin has a fucking degrading kink.
Hao isn't totally surprised, it makes sense for picture-perfect Hanbin. He'd be lying if he said this newly acquired knowledge didn't turn him on.
He's had thoughts of it, putting Hanbin in his place. The way he looks so pliant and submissive sometimes when he looks up at him and the way "Hao-ge" or "gege" just rolls out his mouth smoothly like velvet. The way his cheeks flush from the lightest touches of Hao's fingertips. He's thought of making Hanbin cry, beg, whine, and become a desperate mess under him. Oh, how he'd love to break his beautiful husband.
Hanbin feels Hao's intense gaze on him and gets shy. "Ah, gege, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Do you think you did a good job today?"
Hanbin gets confused. "Um, I think so. I hope so."
"Do you think you did a good job choosing to go overtime? To stay in the office for 4 hours more than you're contractually obligated?"
"U-uh, I... I think—"
"Did you think about how lonely your husband would get, waiting for you on the couch until late at night? Don't you think you've been neglecting your husband too much lately?" Hao's hand grabs Hanbin's tie and wraps it around his fingers.
"I-I'm sorry, gege. I—" Hao pulls Hanbin towards him. They don't have an obvious height difference but now is one of those times where Hao truly towers over Hanbin, figuratively.
"I think you need to be reminded of how you should be treating your husband, don't you think?" Hao's voice is low, threatening. He could feel Hanbin's unpatched nipples on his chest. *It's working.* He thinks.
With a gulp, Hanbin says, "Yes, yes I think you should put me in my place, gege."
"Not gege, laogong." Hao corrects.
"Yes, I'm sorry laogong. Yes, I'll be good for you, I'll make it up to you." Hanbin's puppy eyes test Hao's composure. It's just his flushed face, the kind that you get after downing a couple of shots. His face is laced with lust and willingness to serve his laogong. Hao hopes his cock isn't peeking through his robe.
Hao pulls the tie to close the gap between them. Hanbin whimpers into the kiss, which starts off slow but it doesn't take long before it becomes hungry and needy, mostly from Hanbin. Hao's lower back hits the kitchen counter. Hanbin's hands move up to Hao's chest, feeling up the smooth grooves on his abs and pecs through the satin fabric. While Hao keeps to himself but the tie, Hanbin is very expressive with how the whole ordeal makes him feel.
Hao pulls away from the kiss. "You're so helpless without me, aren't you?"
The puffs under Hanbin's eyes become prominent to the point where he looks like a pouting puppy. "Yes, I am. I can't function without gege telling me what to do." His voice is whiny, shaky, filled with anticipation for what his laogong has in store for him.
Hao cups Hanbin's face, his thumb rubbing his soft, blushed cheek. "Yeah?"
Hanbin nods.
"You know, I'm starting to think you like your job more than me, Binnie." Hao teases.
Hanbin immediately rebuts. "What? No! I love you more than my jo—" Hao slaps Hanbin's face.
Shock colors his face as this is the first time Hao's ever hit him this way. When Hao hits him, it comes as an after-effect of being playful — after a joke or being teased. Hao's never slapped his face before, even in a sexual sense. His jaw dropped, looking up wide-eyed at his husband.
"Don't lie to me, Hanbin. If you really did love me more, you'd choose not to go overtime." Hao's tone is cold. It's the kind of tone Hanbin can't decipher if he's being seriously mean or not. Despite his brain's inability to decide what Hao means, his cock is set on being turned on by how he's acting. It's straining against his boxers and suit pants, in critical need to be taken care of.
"I'm sorry, gege." Hanbin looks down, pitiful, with a pout forming on his soft, baby-pink lips.
"You're sorry?" Hao softly rubs the cheek he slaps.
Hanbin nods, still looking down. He's oddly quiet. "I'm... I'm sorry for not taking care of you, gege." His voice becomes softer. Then, it quivers. Then, he starts sniffling and shaking.
Hanbin hugs Hao's torso tight, digging his face into Hao's chest. "I'm really, really sorry. Please, I want to be a better husband for you. I don't deserve you but I want to be good for you, really."
At first, Hao panicked. What if he went too far and too hard on Hanbin? What told him that Hanbin was in on it was in the way that he begged. Hanbin wants to serve him, to be a better husband for him, to give his husband a submissive corporate malewife.
"You wanna be good for me?" Hao looks down on Hanbin. The latter nods passionately, still wrapped around his torso.
"You're," Hao pushes down on Hanbin's shoulders to make him kneel. "going to make me feel good, like the good husband you are, you got that, Binnie?"
Panting, Hanbin says, "Yes, my laogong. I'll make you feel really good, I promise."
Hao brushes his fingers into Hanbin's soft, fluffy hair.
"May I?" Hanbin asks, pointing to the belt on Hao's robe. Hao nods once.
He undoes Hao's belt, letting the robe open up to reveal Hao only in his underwear. With two hands on both of Hao's thighs, Hanbin closes in to the throbbing bulge restricted by a tight pair of boxers. He plants kisses from the base, slowly making his way up following a thick vein until the tip. He places wet kisses on the tip, making Hao groan and grab Hanbin by the hair.
Hanbin's head is pulled away from his husband's cock. His mouth salivates as he watches Hao take his boxers off swiftly with one hand, his cock freed with a slight bounce.
Hao pulls Hanbin by the head close to his fully hard cock and right away, Hanbin kisses the tip. Wet, sticky kisses cover the head. His lips trail on the sensitive edge of the head, going down the same vein he went up on until he reached the base.
There's something so erotic and so submissive about seeing his cock lay flat on Hanbin's face. Paired with this fucked-out expression (despite no fucking, yet), Hao might go insane already.
Hao slips a thumb into Hanbin's mouth and automatically, he sucks on it as erotic as he could. His puffy eyes beg for more to be done to him, as long as he can repent for his mistakes. "Fuck, open up, baobei." Hao says, pushing down on Hanbin's tongue as he slides his cock down the younger's throat.
Hanbin struggles a little taking in his gege's cock. It's not that he's huge or anything. Yet, it feels like his cock grew half a size because of the predicament they're in. That or, he's really fucking hot and can't think to open his mouth wide.
Hanbin's head starts to bob up and down Hao's cock. It disappeared and appeared every few seconds with ease, Hanbin's slutty facial expression, Hanbin's hands gripping Hao's thighs tightly. Hao's in heaven. He's so beautiful letting go of his control and giving up to Hao.
It's not like Hanbin's never been submissive before. In fact, they're both switches. Hanbin's never been **this** submissive before. They would give up control for the other but for the most part, it was vanilla sex. This was borderline kink territory.
Hanbin's face clouds Hao's mind and pollutes any pure thought left. Fuck, he can't keep it at this pace. He needs to fuck Hanbin's mouth and watch him gag and drool all over it.
He repositions the hand in Hanbin's hair and starts picking up the pace. Hanbin visibly struggles, barely keeping his eyes open, gagging nonstop, salivating all over Hao's cock to the point of creating a spit puddle beneath them.
It's sudden for Hanbin. He's struggling to breathe with Hao stuffing his throat. But he wants to be good for gege, for laogong. He wants to be a good husband for him. He looks too good in his silk black robe, wine-red lips, and dark hair. He looks so commandeering, so dominant. He'd want Hao to boss him around forever, to scold him as he pleases. Maybe even commit mistakes on purpose just to have his face fucked at this very moment. Hanbin's so intoxicated in Hao that he's currently leaking in his boxers.
No proper thought is left in their heads anymore. Only pure lust and need. Hao keeps spouting Mandarin curse words, fucking Hanbin's mouth like a toy. Hanbin looks practically pornographic on his knees getting facefucked.
Hao groans louder, his orgasm almost reaching its peak. "Bin-ah, you'll be a good husband and swallow all my cum, won't you?"
His response is muffled but nevertheless, enthusiastic in taking Hao's cum. "That's a good boy, my good laogong." Hanbin groans on Hao's cock, sending vibrations all over it.
Hao's cock is a little more sensitive, a little more eager to cum. His hand tightens in Hanbin's hair, fucking his face a little sloppier now. His voice hikes up a pitch higher and higher. "Take it down your throat, fuck." He says.
Hao fills Hanbin's throat with warm cum. Loads run down Hanbin's tongue. He gargles on Hao's cock, doing his absolute best to drink down the cum so generously provided to him. His head is pulled away from Hao's cock. He sits limp on the floor, panting and coughing from the rough face-fucking he just had. He can't feel much of it now but his face was definitely used.
Like Hanbin on the floor, Hao's spaced out. It's the best orgasm he's had in a while and he used Hanbin like a toy. Hanbin looked so pitiful and helpless, he couldn't help cumming twice as much as he usually does.
After a few seconds of silence, Hanbin speaks. "Am I good for you now, gege? Did I make up for my mistakes? Was I a good husband?" The same glistening puppy eyes look up at Hao.
"Yes, you're a good husband, Bin-ah. Very good." Hanbin smiles warmly.
Hao noticed Hanbin's neglected cock pitching a tent in his pants. Even though he wore dark-colored pants, he could make out the pre-cum stain caused by the tip leaking. "Oh? Would you look at that, you were leaking the entire time."
Hanbin looks down at this rock-hard cock and out of reflex, covers it with his hands. Hao tilts his head. "Isn't that cute?"
With a foot, he pushed Hanbin's hands off the bulge and lightly stepped on it. Hanbin then emits a different kind of moan that isn't typically let out by Hanbin. It's a high-pitched moan, coming from deep inside the stomach. It's intense pleasure that within a short while, will cause an intense orgasm.
"That's so cute," Hao mutters.
He leans back on the kitchen counter, looking down at the submissive display in front of him. Hanbin's shirt is wrinkled, tie undone, cock almost bursting through the zipper. Hanbin's hair is disheveled, one cheek pinker than the other yet both have tear marks. He loves seeing Hanbin fully submit to his foot on his cock.
"Fuck! Please, please gege, don't stop... s-shit!" Hanbin whines and whimpers, face distorting into lewd expressions.
Hao doesn't know how he's doing so well at keeping composure, especially with how Hanbin, again, looks so pornographic below him. It amuses him how Hanbin could crumble under his foot so easily.
Hao feels his foot get sticky. "Jeez, you're leaking everywhere, Hanbin-ah."
"I-I'm sorry, gege. It just feels too good... it feels too good, fuck." Hanbin throws his head back in pure ecstasy. "Gege, please, I need to cum. If I deserve it only, o-otherwise I won't!"
If Hao continued to keep his composure, he'd say no and edge Hanbin until he can't take it anymore. But he can't. He needs to give in, he needs to see Hanbin make a mess of himself and his foot.
"Cum for me, baobei."
It must have activated something in Hanbin because like a trigger, he exploded on demand. Breathy thank you's pour out of Hanbin's mouth as cum pours out of his cock, soaking his boxers, pants, and Hao's foot.
Hanbin falls back and leans on the wall behind him, drained and fucked out of his mind.
Looking behind him, Hao sees the open tissue box and hops on one foot towards it. He cleans his foot and walks back to his limp husband.
"Are you okay, Binnie?" Hao's then cold demeanor disappears, replaced with the warm, gentle husband Hanbin is familiar with.
Hanbin hums, watching his husband take his now-soiled pants and boxers off. Hao bunches the clothes up and throws them in the laundry basket. When he returns to Hanbin, he helps him get up to sit on the couch before he gets him a glass of water.
Sitting next to Hanbin, Hao holds his hand and rubs his thumb on it. "I'm not actually mad at you, you know." Hao starts.
Hanbin stops drinking. "I know. I really enjoyed what we did."
"Does your cheek hurt?"
"Mm... a bit."
Hao leans in to kiss his cheek. Then, his lips. "I love you," Hao whispers.
"I love you too." Hanbin whispers back.
Hao thinks Hanbin should fuck up more often so that he could discipline his husband again.