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“Bye, hyungs!” Jisung called, waving over his shoulder and flashing that big, gummy smile at them. “Thanks for walking me to class.” The pair smiled back, waving until the younger disappeared into the door of his lecture hall.
Their demeanor shifted immediately once he was out of sight. Minho turned to send an icy glare towards Chan, the likes of which would send any ordinary person running. Much to Minho's dismay, Chan appeared completely unbothered, though. The bastard.
Chan was no ordinary man, much to Minho’s dismay. He was not only his fiercest contender in the competition for Jisung's love and affection, but also the bane of Minho’s existence. He was the biggest annoyance he'd ever faced. Minho wanted to punch his stupid (admittedly handsome) face.
It hadn't always been like this between them. They'd been indifferent towards one another until Minho found out that they both fell for the same person. Yep–Chan and Minho were both smitten with Han Jisung, the bubbly, nerdy, boy with a gummy smile and boba eyes.
Minho had tried everything to get Chan to back down, to no avail. In fact, much of his precious time was spent attempting to thwart any plans Chan had to grow closer to Jisung.
It only made it worse that Chan retaliated, interrupting any alone time Minho found to spend with Jisung without fail. Appearing at Jisung's apartment and whatever restaurant they'd decided to eat at. Almost as if he was stalking them! The only way he could have known where to find them each time was if someone had sent him their exact location, it was creepy, to say the least.
He had to see Chan's face practically all day everyday, and he was sick of it.
Chan rolled his eyes and had the audacity to grin in response to Minho’s glare and started off across the lawn–probably going to his stupid studio. Usually Minho would just go about his day, but today was different. He stomped after Chan, all the pent up rage he'd been harboring rising to the surface.
“When are you going to get it through your thick skull that Jisung will never choose you?” Minho hissed, his voice low and condescending.
Chan scoffed, continuing his trek. This was how things normally went between them. Minho verbally berated him and Chan ignored him. It was absolutely infuriating. Why wouldn't he fight back?
Minho could feel his skin heating up, his anger tinting his flesh red. Even Chan's silence had a special way of getting on his nerves.
“Why don't you ever defend yourself?” Minho hissed, jogging slightly to keep up with the man. “Is it because you know you don't stand a chance?”
Minho could practically hear Chan rolling his eyes, yet he still didn't even give Minho so much as a glance. They had finally made it to Chan's studio, but Minho was far from done.
He shoved his way into the soundproofed room, despite Chan's best efforts to keep him out. Minho looked around with disgust upon entering. He hated this room simply because Chan and Jisung worked on music here together. Alone. It drove Minho mad just thinking about it. Chan looked very unimpressed when he spoke. “What do you want, Minho?”
“Are you too scared to defend yourself? Something I said is too true to refute, puppy boy?” Minho taunted. He smirked after saying it, proud of his new nickname for Chan. He really was like a puppy, following Jisung around trying to mark his territory.
He was caught off guard by the man's reaction, though. Instead of ignoring him like he had every other time, he had paused what he was doing and marched right up to Minho.
The younger expected the older to yell at him. To finally give back all the verbal abuse he'd been slinging at Chan for months now. What he actually did was much worse.
Minho gasped as he was shoved against the wall roughly, Chan's hand wrapped around his throat threateningly. He didn't apply any pressure, but the threat was there. Minho stared at him, wide-eyed for a few moments, before he composed himself.
“You really are pathetic, huh? No bark and now I know you don't bite either. How dissapoi–,”
Minho was cut off by Chan's fingers pressing down on his neck, constricting his windpipe. He couldn't control his response, his body acting of its own accord.
To his horror, he moaned. A small, pitiful noise that almost sounded like a whimper, but was undeniable. To make matters worse, his cock had even begun firming up in his underwear, the traitorous thing.
Chan was so close to him that their bodies were already touching. Minho closed his eyes, waiting for the mortifying moment when Chan shifted his leg slightly to the right to feel his erection, the thin fabric of his pants hiding little.
Minho whimpered, the sound tapering off into another moan when Chan slotted his thigh between the younger’s legs, flexing and pressing the muscle against Minho’s cock.
“Nice to see you quiet for once,” Chan said, a smirk on his face. “Well, not quiet.” He ripped another shameful noise from Minho by grinding his thigh against his erection. Minho could feel himself leaking, surely there would be a wet patch on the front of his pants and Chan's thigh if the man pulled away. “Lets clear something up, hm? You are the one following Jisung and I around like a hopeless little stray.”
Minho’s anger flared inside of him. He tried to spit something back at the man, but found he couldn’t even speak. He needed to find a way to get Chan to stop before he came in his pants like a blushing virgin. He would never recover from the humiliation if that happened. He pressed against Chan's chest insistently, trying to free himself.
However, as strong as he was, he was no match against Chan. The older held him in place effortlessly, his hand secure around his throat and his thigh rocking ruthlessly against his aching cock.
Minho whimpered, a full body shudder traveling through him at the realization of how powerless he was. His head was starting to get fuzzy, a slight haze over the entire situation. He felt like putty in the older’s hands.
“Little kitten shows his claws and acts tough but a few scratches behind the ear and you're practically purring for me,” Chan cooed, his tone condescending.
Minho winced as more precum dripped from his cock at the words, his hips rutting against Chan's thigh helplessly. He didn't know what had come over him, but he couldn't stop. His cock felt so good rutting against Chan's thigh, and the fact that the older had overpowered him so effortlessly was affecting him in ways he didn't understand.
“C-channie,” Minho whined out, his eyes watering as he looked pleadingly at the older. He didn't know if he was hoping Chan would let him go or take things further. His mind had started the process of melting into goo, threatening to drip out of his ears.
“Whats wrong, kitten?” Chan cooed meanly. The older moved his free hand down to Minho's ass, squeezing the plump flesh and rocking the younger against him.
Minho moved his hand up to cover Chan's over his neck. “M-more. Please.”
Chan's eyes were blown wide and his nostrils flared, in surprise or arousal, Minho didn’t have the clarity to discern. Maybe it was both.. “Okay, kitten. Hyung will take care of you. Desperate little thing.” Chan squeezed tighter, not enough to hurt, but to the point where Minho's head grew pleasantly fuzzy.
Minho felt a wet tear roll down his cheek, a combination of the overwhelming feelings and humiliation. He rocked his hips forward desperately in time with Chan's guidance.
“Fuck, you're so pretty when you aren't being a brat,” Chan groaned out. He released Minho's ass, moving his hand to undo his pants. He freed his cock, which sprung upwards, red and swollen.
He took one of Minho’s hands and guided it to wrap around his thick girth, his small hand barely wrapping around the whole of it. It throbbed in his hold, hot and heavy. Minho couldn't help the moan that escaped him, the slightest bit of drool slipping from his parted lips.
“C’mon then, you're humping my thigh like a whore, it's only fair I get something in return,” Chan smirked, his eyes lidded and knowing.
Minho obliged, doing his best to focus through the haze that pleasure and a lack of oxygen caused. He stroked Chan's length, which was already dripping precum. The younger used it to wet the glide, squeezing and stroking Chan in rhythm with his hips.
He couldn't believe they were doing this. His mortal enemy was getting him off with his thigh and in return Minho was jerking him off–did he fall and hit his head?!
Minho’s cock throbbed in his pants, oozing more precum and making the fabric that separated them obscenely wet. It felt way too good. He moaned loudly as he rutted against Chan again and again.
Even though he was ashamed, he couldn't stop even as the inevitable moment that he came in his pants approached. He garbled out a noise of pleasure before his entire body went rigid, his orgasm flooding over him like a tsunami. He trembled through it, Chan's thigh never ceasing its rocking.
“There you go, little kitten,” Chan grunted. “Feel better now that you came in your panties, hm?”
Minho's cock twitched again at the words, one last spurt of cum shooting into his boxers. He was so warm and gooey inside. He didn't even resist as Chan released his neck and maneuvered him onto his knees.
“Look at me, kitten,” Chan instructed. He took his own cock in hand, stroking it quickly. He moaned as his eyes bore into Minho's own. Minho didn't dare look away. He didn't want to, anyway. “So good for hyung.”
The younger parted his lips on instinct, waiting for his prize for being so good. He moaned as hot streaks of cum landed on his nose, cheek, and tongue. He lapped it up, swallowing it without a second thought.
“So fucking good for me,” Chan moaned out. He pressed the tip of his cock to Minho's lips, who suckled on the head obediently. “I should get you like this more often. A better use for that pretty mouth, hm?”
Minho vaguely registered the sound of Chan's phone as the older pulled it out and snapped a photo. He was too fuzzy to care at the moment. He simply allowed Chan to clean him up, dress him in the older’s gym clothes, and settle them both on the studio couch. “Now, keep your claws to yourself when you wake up. Hyung is being nice and letting you sleep on him, okay?” Minho mumbled an affirmative, too out of it to care. He blinked slowly up at Chan, eyes tracing the lines of his face until he finally fell asleep.
An unknown amount of time passed in that hazy, dreamy state. Minho felt comfortable in the man’s arms, which was something he would have to unpack at length later on when he came back to his senses.
The sound of the studio door opening and closing roused Minho. He attempted to sit up, but Chan’s strong arms anchored him in place. “Let me go! What the–”
“Awww, look how cute!” Jisung’s voice cooed from beside them. Minho’s stomach dropped to the floor, he didn’t want Jisung to see him like this. He struggled in Chan’s arms, kicking his legs, but to no avail. “Min, relax. Channie already sent me the picture of you with cum on your face, kitten. Which, I’m very sad to have missed, by the way.”
Minho’s eyes widened in panic. Chan had taken a picture?! And sent it to Jisung?! He flailed once again in Chan's arms, the older cooing at him like he was some kind of baby or…pet.
“Can you turn him around please, Channie?” Jisung asked sweetly. Against his will Minho was hoisted off of Chan's lap and placed on his knees on the floor. Before he could manage to scrabble away, though, Chan's fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his neck, rooting him in place. The younger leaned over Minho to kiss Chan on the lips, Minho’s heart crumbling. Had they been together this whole time and Minho hadn’t realized? Before he could descend too far, Jisung crouched down in front of him, cupping his face in his hands and kissing him.
Jisung’s lips were soft and sweet as they moved against his own. When he finally pulled away, Minho tried to chase his lips, only to whimper when the hand tangled in his hair tightened.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Jisung breathed, practically beaming. “It took Chan longer to tame you than I expected. Such a pretty boy, but your mouth really is quite vile, isn’t it?”
Minho could only stare, the pieces finally starting to fall into place as clarity returned to him. Chan and Jisung had played him, and now they had him right where they wanted him. And…to his shock, he didn’t care much. He melted into Jisung’s touch as the younger ran thin fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp.
“You finally understand now, don’t you?” Jisung beamed, crawling into Minho’s lap. Chan released Minho’s hair, allowing him to nod. He wasn’t going anywhere, anyway. Not with Jisung in his lap. “It’s not fair, though. You made me wait so long to have you both, and then you had all the fun without me. How are you going to make it up to me?”
The younger’s pout was lethal, his plump bottom lip jutting out, doe eyes sparkling. Fuck, Minho was screwed. “Anything you want.”
“Anything I want?” Jisung echoed, smile growing when Minho nodded. “Perfect. Channie, lock the door. We’re gonna be here for a while.”