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Vernon rubbed his eyes lazily, slouched on the couch of his apartment. He glanced towards the clock on the stove. 10:34pm. The letters blared through the dimly lit room. He was supposed to sleep earlier tonight, as tomorrow was the first concert premier for him and Minghao’s unit album. His manager had strictly commanded him to shut his phone off and listen to some brown noise or whatever alleged sleep hacks the man must’ve found online. Vernon did not care for any of that stuff. It never worked, anyways.

His mind was clouded over with nervous thoughts. His stomach churned at the thought of walking on stage alone with Minghao, a feeling he never experienced with any of the other twelve members by his side. He wanted to be in the best condition for tomorrow, but nothing seemed to work. He already took some melatonin supplements, tried the stupid brown noise (knowing it to be ineffective), and even counted sheep, yet his eyes remained wide open.

His phone lit up on the coffee table in front of him. Once again, he ignored his manager’s instructions and left his phone on. This, however, was not his manager nagging him. The name Minghao buzzed across the screen.

Vernon grabbed his phone and brought it to his face, squinting his eyes to adjust to the sudden bright light.

Minghao, 10:37pm: Why were you online a few minutes ago? Didn’t manager hyung tell us to log off earlier ㅋㅋㅋ

Vernon, 10:37pm: idk man i was js scrolling
Vernon, 10:37pm: also hypocrite
Vernon, 10:38pm: u go to sleep bruh

Minghao, 10:38pm: Don’t tell me what to do.

Vernon, 10:38pm: ooh im so scared
Vernon, 10:38pm: chill papi

Minghao, 10:38pm: No but seriously, you good?
Minghao, 10:39pm: It’s unusual for you to be scrolling so late, you’re typically asleep by nine

Vernon, 10:39pm: damn stalker much
Vernon, 10:39pm: i think its js nerves though tbh

Minghao, 10:40pm: You wanna come over and chat?

Vernon stared at the message before him, debate evident in his furrowed brows. Did he? In all honesty, he wasn’t too sure. It wasn’t the best idea, considering Minghao’s “chats” were protracted rambles of convoluted nagging combined with a bottle of red wine. That, or oolong tea.

Vernon, 10:41pm: ya sure
Vernon, 10:41pm: be there in 20

Vernon sighed and placed his phone back onto the coffee table. He stretched his arms and let out a small grunt, his back tight from sitting down for two hours without interruption.

He grabbed some basic essentials: his phone, his wallet, keys, beanie, and a light jacket for the chilly summer night winds. He didn’t bother with any toothbrushes or anything of the sort, Minghao always had extras with him. Not that he was planning to stay over, anyways. Minghao was just prepared. It’s not like Vernon came over often…

Vernon turned off all the lights and locked the door behind him, making his way down to the parking garage to get his car. Despite living in a busy city where taxis were the typical form of transportation (aside from walking), he actually owned a car. Perks of being rich and famous.

The drive over was silent, occasionally filled by the honking of a car further up the road. Vernon was confused. Who the hell is driving out this late?

He wasn’t one to listen to music in the car. When he drove, he preferred to be alone with his thoughts, or when driving with someone, he preferred to listen to them talk. He was a listener, not a speaker. He often gets nervous when put on the spot.

Soon, he arrived in front of Minghao’s lavish abode. So much for trying to avoid sasaengs, he thought, as the flashy house would catch the attention of many passerbys. Though, he wouldn’t put it past Minghao to have several shooting guards at his gate. He’s a quiet devil.

Vernon, 11:03pm: yo im here lemme in

Minghao, 11:03pm: What happened to guest etiquette? No “excuse me, hyung!!”, no “let me in please”?

Vernon, 11:04pm: sowwy
Vernon, 11:04pm: bru its cold af let me innnnn
Vernon, 11:04pm: please

Minghao, 11:04pm: Fine.

Vernon, 11:04pm: thanks papi

Before Vernon could add another snarky remark, the door opened in front of him to reveal Minghao, who stood dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Minghao mused, stepping aside expectantly.

Vernon mumbled an incoherent reply, crossing over the wooden doorstep and entering the house.

It was warm and dimly lit on the inside—typical for Minghao, whose whole life seemed to revolve around the arts and aestheticism. Vernon made his way to the dully orange colored L-couch in the center of the room. He made himself comfortable and leaned back on the square cushions.

Minghao followed after him, his curiosity piqued at the avoidant demeanor. He stood in front of Vernon’s seat and crossed his arms, staring him down with a raised eyebrow.

“Tell me what’s bothering you.”

Vernon wished he knew how to reply, but no tangible or even logical thoughts came to his head. Worst of all, Minghao wasn’t one to take silence as an answer. He preferred honesty, and Vernon was beginning to regret even coming over or responding to his message in the first place.

Perhaps ignoring his texts would have been the better option—

“Hellooo, earth to Vernon.” A snap broke his thoughts. “Are you nervous for tomorrow? Is that what it is?” Minghao inquired.

Vernon shrugged bashfully. “I guess. I mean, I know we rehearsed a lot. It’s just stupid, my mind is running with thoughts and I don’t know how to calm down.”

Minghao nodded, understanding the anxiety. That didn’t make it any less uncharacteristic of Vernon, however. A contemplative expression found its way to his face before his eyes lit up with an idea.

Minghao said nothing and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a large—and very fancy—bottle of red wine. Knew it, Vernon thought, eyes rolling at the sight of it.

Minghao placed the bottle on the coffee table and leaned forward. Vernon instinctively shrunk back, feeling slightly intimidated at the sudden movement.

“Don’t know how to calm down, hm?” Minghao tilted his head, eyes focusing on Vernon’s. “I think this would help, don’t you?”

Vernon’s eyes trailed down Minghao’s body and darted to the bottle of wine. It seemed like so much more in that moment, like a simple drink would do more than just loosen his nerves. It felt as if the bottle was calling to him, like he needed something more to buzz his brain.

Minghao moved with practiced precision, pouring two glasses easily as Vernon could do nothing but watch. He sat there, still, not knowing how to help or even interact with Minghao in this situation.

Minghao passed a glass to Vernon expectantly, who hesitated for only a moment before taking the wine and gulping down half of it. Minghao only chuckled as he watched. He knew that Vernon didn’t drink enough to know that wine is something that you sip and enjoy slowly versus chug down for speed.

Vernon sighed and set the glass on the table. He shut his eyes, leaning back on the pillows and leaving his mouth slightly agape. Minghao’s eyes flickered to his lips but didn’t say anything. He only hummed, amused at the sight.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Minghao mused, narrowing his eyes teasingly with a smirk playing on his lips. Vernon tensed, the words oddly derogatory for this early into the night. Minghao wasn’t like this sober, from what he usually saw.

“A bit,” Vernon mumbled, sighing. He then opened his eyes and turned to face the older. “Are you not nervous, hyung? I mean, tomorrow is our first show together. I just wanna do well, you know?” Vernon took the glass and swirled the remaining wine within it, sipping away.

Minghao hummed, eyes trailing the wine to Vernon’s throat as he swallowed. “I understand. It’s normal to be nervous, yeah? There’s nothing to worry about. I know you’ll do wonderfully.”

Vernon stared, the words not bringing the comfort that it intended to. He knew his anxious thoughts were illogical, and he knew realistically that he would do well, but that didn’t stop his worries from being voiced.

“But I’m not just nervous, you know? For some reason, this show feels so much bigger than the other ones.” He ranted, surprising himself slightly with how much he was sharing. “Like, I know I’ll do fine, and I know you’ll do fine, but I just…” He sighed, running his free hand through his hair. The beanie he wore was discarded the moment the wine was brought out.

“You just what, Hansol?” Minghao prompted. “Tell me. It’ll be okay, hm?”

“I just don’t want to let you down.” Vernon mumbled, almost pouring himself another glass of wine before Minghao guided his hand away. He traced his thumb over the back of Vernon’s hand and intertwined their fingers.

“Hey.” Minghao soothed, making eye contact with the younger. Vernon’s heart stuttered, shocked at the sudden display of assurance.

“You never disappoint me, okay? I wanted to do this whole comeback with you because I like making music together.” Minghao paused, ensuring that Vernon’s attention remained on him. “It’s not meant to scare or intimidate you into trying to impress me. Think of it as just having fun, yeah?”

Minghao’s voice soothed Vernon more than expected. His heart calmed at the older’s words, feeling some of the tension release from his shoulders.

“If you want,” Minghao started, “Hyung can make you feel better?”

Vernon blinked, not registering the implications. Minghao gave an amused chuckle, as if he was finding enjoyment in Vernon’s cluelessness. He removed his hand from Vernon’s, ruffling his hair before sitting down on the couch next to him. Their thighs touched briefly due to each of their manspreading.

“Have some more wine, yeah? Relax, Hansol.”

And what could Vernon do but follow? His Korean name on Minghao’s lips felt so natural that his body moved almost instinctually in compliance with his words. He grabbed the bottle of wine and poured himself another glass—his third, he thought? Or was it his fourth? He was starting to lose track of how many he had, as Minghao’s hand began trailing the side of Vernon’s thigh.

Minghao sipped his drink and watched Vernon with clouded vision, the alcohol buzzing his temples. He brought his hand to Vernon’s chin, acting as a support to Vernon’s posture as he gulped down some wine.

The contact made Vernon’s skin tingle, his face warming up at the sudden proximity and intimacy of the moment. The glass was quickly emptied down his throat. Minghao brushed his thumb along the corner of Vernon’s lip to catch a falling droplet and brought it to his own mouth, licking his fingers.

“Careful, Hansol.” He warned, smacking his lips. “You’re being messy, hm?”

Hansol tore his eyes away, unable to keep looking—unfortunately for him, Minghao did not appreciate the lack of attention.

“Sollie,” He cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind Vernon’s ear. “Eyes on me, okay? I won’t be able to tell if you’re listening to hyung if you don’t look, yeah?”

Vernon pursed his lips but obediently turned his head back to the other. “Hyung,” he called, his voice quiet. “What are you doing?” His eyes still avoided Minghao’s face, but they found his hand instead, which was tightly gripped around a wine glass. His other—well, that was making its way down from Vernon’s ear to his neck.

Minghao fingers softly pressed the side of Vernon’s neck. His breathing hitched, the sensation forcing the hairs on his neck to stand up. His mouth parted, breathless. His heart thumped in his chest, bringing heat all throughout his body.

“Hyung…?” Vernon whispered, trembling under the tension in the air. Minghao shushed him before he could voice any more questions, and brought himself to speak.

“You didn’t answer my question from earlier, Hansol-ah. Do you want hyung to take care of you?”

Vernon nodded tentatively, mouth still parted and eyes widened at proposal. Perhaps this would help his nerves? He stared blankly at Minghao’s figure, feeling the older’s hand rise from the base of his neck to the nape.

Minghao’s legs suddenly surrounded Vernon’s thighs, his lips ghosting the distance between them and clashing with Vernon’s.

The taste of wine flourished on Minghao’s tongue, the sweetness devouring Vernon’s senses as his mind ran blank. His hands clutched Minghao’s waist, their wine glasses long forgotten on the table behind them as their mouths smashed together.

Vernon couldn’t control the small sounds escaping his mouth, but Minghao did a good job silencing them by biting his lower lip and licking over the younger’s tongue. Vernon felt strings of spit between them, and Minghao shifted above him. Vernon groaned desperately in response.

Minghao’s mouth wandered, pressing on Vernon’s jaw and neck, careful to leave marks just shallow enough to fade by the concert but still make Vernon squirm. “Hyung, hyung—“ Vernon whimpered, head leaning back against the couch. He couldn’t handle looking anymore, face red beyond comprehension, making Minghao giggle with how much he was truly taking him apart.

“Baby. Don’t be shy.” Minghao dragged, biting Vernon’s collarbone and tugging at the skin. “Come on. Tell hyung how much you want him.”

The pain made Vernon’s hands—and something else—twitch, and pleading poured out of his mouth before he even knew it.

“H-hyung, please, I don’t- I can’t- I need, hyung, please, I need-“ Vernon whined, and Minghao’s hands trailed down to his chest. “Go on, baby.” He teased in a breathy voice.

Vernon moaned embarrassingly loud at the words. He had no idea what horny spirit had overcome him and made him say these things, but it had possessed him again.

“Please, please, hyung, Myungho-hyung, hyung, hyung.” He dragged out, unable to keep his hands simply on the older’s waist. They began to wander and pull as he wished, tracing Minghao’s back muscles and pulling on his clothes.

Minghao giggled at the desperation and dropped one of his hands lower, pressing on Vernon’s wet crotch.

The younger’s back arched, shrinking beneath the deadly touch. His thighs twitched and tried to close, but the weight of Minghao sitting upon them forced them open. Minghao hooked a finger through the hem of Vernon’s pants and used his free hand to cup his chin.

“You liked that, hm?” He purred, a teasing glint in his eyes. Vernon shied away from the powerful eye contact and averted his eyes to the empty space beside him.

His eyes snapped back at the sudden pressure engulfing his neck, gasping for air. His eyes met Minghao’s. Vernon practically melted under him, feeling utterly weak under his piercing gaze.

“I told you earlier. Eyes on me.”

His grip didn’t loosen until Vernon managed a nod, panting at the release. Minghao must’ve pitied him because he stood up, allowing Vernon to breathe for a moment as he gawked at the older removing his shirt.

Minghao only had to look him up and down before Hansol got the message and stumbled out of his own clothes, now discarded messily on the ground. He apologized mentally for the mess they were about to make on the gorgeous couch.

Vernon was already embarrassingly hard, wanting to hide under Minghao’s piercing gaze. But the older just laughed, stripping, approaching the couch. Before he knew it, Vernon was on his back, laying down on the couch with the older caging him.

Vernon wanted to touch, to reach out and press against Minghao’s chiseled skin, but as he did, the older tsked.

“Who gave you permission to touch me, baby?” Minghao pursed his lips, grabbing both wrists roughly enough to leave marks. It made Vernon whine.

“Hyung—“ He whimpered, but Minghao shoved his arms above him, pressing onto the couch. Despite being one of the lighter members of the group, he was quite strong, especially when Vernon was in such a weakened headspace. As expected, the younger’s squirming protest was futile, and only had Minghao eyeing him down more hungrily.

Minghao slotted his knee between Vernon’s thighs, which spread naturally. When Vernon shied away once again, Minghao assured him. “Sollie. You look so pretty like this, baby. So pretty for hyung, yeah?”

Vernon nodded desperately, already leaking. Minghao felt Vernon’s dick twitch against his thigh and smirked. He nudged it harshly with his knee, rubbing the underside and making Vernon cry out, making a pathetic attempt to shut his legs around the older’s thigh.

Minghao shut up his pitiful whines with a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing itself down Vernon’s throat. He dragged it along the roof of his mouth, chewing on Vernon’s upper lip. He hummed, feeling drunk on the younger’s whimpers.

Vernon shivered as Minghao pulled away, both of them fully aware of the string of saliva that connected their lips. Minghao used one of his hands to wipe Vernon’s face clean, the other still forcing his hands above his head.

Two fingers pried open Vernon’s mouth and were thrusted into it. Vernon let out a surprised cry as he gagged around them, the corners of his eyes wetting.

Minghao swirled his fingers around Vernon’s tongue, aroused at his reaction.

“Suck.”

Vernon’s eyes fluttered as he moaned, instantly obeying the demanding orders. He sucked on Minghao’s fingers, lips pursing around the edges. Smacking sounds erupted and Minghao removed his soaked fingers, eyes glimmering at the sight.

He pulled his two fingers apart, watching as Vernon’s saliva spread between them.

“You’re so messy,” Minghao teased, licking the spit off of his hand. “But you taste so good.”

He captured Vernon’s shaking lips in a sweet kiss, pulling away too quickly for any pleasure to be aroused. Vernon desperately followed Minghao’s lips, trying to savor the taste that he was deprived of. A whine ensued, and he looked up at the older with pleading eyes.

Minghao raised an eyebrow.

“You want something, Hansol? Speak.”

Vernon’s wet lips parted, soft curses voiced. “Fuck, I- Hyung…” He hesitated, trembling under the older’s intense stare.

“Hm? Tell your hyung what you want, yeah?” Minghao coaxed, tracing the younger’s chin with his finger, prompting him to speak.

“I need you.” Vernon whispered, eyes pleading. “I need you to use me, fuck, hyungie, i- use me.”

“Good boy.”

Minghao rasped, letting go of Vernon’s wrists and pushing Vernon’s thighs upwards, propping them upon his own. Minghao leaned over him, letting his hair fall on the younger’s forehead. He could see the sweat beading and the tears welling in Vernon’s eyes from the pressure and fuck it was so hot.

He wanted nothing more than to ruin that gorgeous face.

“Open wide, baby.” Minghao demanded, eyes glinting with satisfaction as Vernon obeyed. Vernon left his tongue out, waiting, and all of a sudden—

splat.

Minghao spit in the younger’s mouth, the saliva coating his tongue. It tasted warm and heavy and it slid easily into Vernon’s throat, mixing with his own spit. Minghao cooed, taking a moment to squeeze Vernon’s cheeks, making his lips form a pout after he swallowed. “Awh. So cute,” He giggled, leaning closer and laughing against Vernon’s warm skin.

In the meantime, Vernon’s fingers began to wander, twitching at whatever skin he could grasp. They landed on Minghao’s shoulders, tugging petulantly as if asking for more. His shyness began to ebb, and Minghao raised an eyebrow. Vernon was starting to become more demanding.

Minghao was amused. He breathed sweetly upon Vernon’s jaw, his hot breath making the younger halt in his movements. “Hm,” he voiced, purring along his skin. “So touchy. You didn’t listen to me, did you?” Minghao coaxed, brushing his thumb along Vernon’s protruding lower lip.

Vernon tensed, recalling the fact that the older didn’t appreciate him being handsy. He gulped, hands twitching and slowly dropping to his sides.

“Good boy, dumb mutt can finally obey, hm?” Minghao pulled away from Vernon’s skin and remained above him. His hand rose from his lips to the top of the younger’s head, pulling his hair and exposing his neck.

“You should learn to listen. I can’t help you relax if you’re constantly disobeying hyung, yeah?”

Vernon attempted to nod, but pain sparked his scalp and he remained immobile, resorting to quiet whines. “Yes. I’m sorry, hyung, I’ll be good, I- I promise.” The end of his sentence dragged out into a moan as the grip tightened, his fingers curling into restless fists.

Minghao licked his lips, satisfied with the reply. “So, is puppy gonna let hyung fuck him well? Hm?”

Vernon almost came on the spot. He had no idea simple words could have such an effect on him. Maybe Mingyu, or Chan, but him? He thought he was too dignified for the petplay shit, but clearly not. Within seconds, Minghao pressed the heel of his palm against Vernon’s twitching dick, impatient with the lack of response.

“Yes,” Vernon whined. “Please fuck me. Please. Yes, hyung. Hyungie.”

Minghao didn’t need anymore confirmation from the younger and swiftly spread his legs further apart, the younger’s still resting on his thighs. Minghao spat on his hand, the liquid arriving with a splat, and rubbed the wetness down Vernon’s shaft and to the rim of his hole.

Vernon squirmed nervously under the sensation. He’d never been touched this way—his mind clouded with anxious thoughts. What if Minghao didn’t like it? Vernon had always been on top, and now, he felt so helplessly exposed that it was embarrassing to an insane extent.

He whimpered softly, turning his head to hide in the couch cushions. Minghao flicked his eyes towards the shy man, huffing at the sight. He pressed the tip of his finger into Vernon, forcing a gasp from the younger and making his back arch harshly.

“I told you to look at me. Good pups listen, don’t they?” Minghao mused, pushing his finger deeper. Vernon cowered. “Do you want this or not, baby?” Minghao asked, a sweet smile full of poison playing on his lips. He removed his finger and traced Vernon’s rim, watching the tension release from his shoulders.

“…Because I can sit here and torture your little dick until you learn to listen to hyung.”

Vernon felt a shiver run down his back. No, he didn’t want that. He gave a whimper of dislike, looking up at Minghao with the most pleading, wide, wet eyes he could muster. The older must’ve had pity on him, thrusting his finger back in.

It took a few minutes—despite his harsh words, Minghao’s fingers moved with gentle care and assurance—before he inserted another finger. Vernon couldn’t help his desperate vocals, and he found himself biting down on his own wrist to silence himself. It was embarrassing to be so loud when Minghao looked so calm and put together, taking everything he desired as he took Vernon apart.

Minghao lifted the hand that he used to hold himself up, leaning back to retain balance and instead using it to pinch and squeeze Vernon’s inner thighs. He could tell from the muffled cries that the younger was quite sensitive, and he took the chance to insert a third finger. The room filled with wet squelching, but Minghao wanted to hear Vernon truly cry out.

“Sollie,” He cooed, slowing the movement of his fingers. Vernon peeked his eyes open, having them previously shut from the intensity. Minghao stared at him with the kind of authority Seungcheol would give when a member skipped practice. “Use your voice. I want to hear you. What’s the point of doing this if you’re just gonna hold it all in, hm?”

Minghao moved his hand from the younger’s thighs to yank his wrist out of his mouth, pinning it next to his head. The older leaned in briefly to whisper into Vernon’s ear. “Let it out.”

Vernon gasped, feeling the three fingers thrust back into him. He couldn’t help himself. He threw his head back and let out a loud cry, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. Heat rose to his cheeks as he became breathless, Minghao’s fingers doing a number on him. They increased in speed, pulling more whines from Vernon’s lips.

Minghao smirked, satisfied, leaning back and taking in the sight. Vernon sounded beautiful.

Minghao looked down between them, quickly pulling his fingers out with a wet plap before grabbing his own dick and pressing it between Vernon’s legs. The younger’s thighs twitched and tried to close, but Minghao’s hand was firm in keeping them spread, digging into the soft skin.

Minghao caught himself on Vernon’s rim a few times, precum sticky between them. Finally, his tip entered, and Vernon moaned as Minghao bottomed out.

“Mph— hyung, ah, hyung, please— please please please—mmph, ah, uh, ah—“ Vernon squeaked, head falling back against the couch. His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and, fuck, Minghao was so big.

Minghao looked hungrily at Vernon, eyes half lidded with arousal. He then took his free hand—the one that had been fingering the younger moments before—and shoved it roughly between Vernon’s lips.

“Taste yourself, puppy.” Minghao rasped, jerking his hips forward, jostling Vernon. “Do you feel it? How tight you are? How wet you are for me?”

Vernon moaned around his fingers, tasting the stickiness. He could feel Minghao’s fingers trace his teeth and press down on his tongue, and he squirmed against the couch as he nodded and sucked vigorously. Minghao began to thrust regularly, allowing Vernon little time to adjust to the pace. Pathetic sounds kept escaping Vernon’s lips, but he didn’t do much to silence himself now.

“Ah— ah, mmph, hyung, ah, ah, mmh, ah—“

“That’s it. You’re such a good boy. You finally learned to follow directions, yeah?” Minghao squeezed Vernon’s thigh tightly, his painted nails leaving ghosted red marks where they laid. He panted, feeling the warmth clouding his mind. Vernon was so good.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling his hand out of Vernon’s mouth and pressing down on his windpipe instead. “You make me so breathless, baby. Gorgeous.” Minghao bit his lip, eyes trailing Vernon’s body as he thrust into him. “…So fucking gorgeous.”

Vernon shivered, his body involuntarily shaking at the older’s words. His sounds became louder, now reaching all corners of the house.

“H-hyung, please, faster, hyung, I need— I need more, hyung, I’ll be good, ah, mmph— I can take it, hyungie, faster—“

Minghao cooed at the desperation, complying as he began to thrust faster and harder. Vernon was already leaking, his dick hard and twitching. At this rate, the younger would come untouched. Minghao was determined to keep fucking him, even if Vernon did climax.

Vernon’s toes curled. He wanted to touch, to hold Minghao, to kiss him and bite his skin. “Hyung,” He whimpered loudly, all shame gone. “I wanna— mmph, ah— I wanna touch, please, wanna— want you—“

Minghao quickly reached down, the hand on Vernon’s thigh shifting to the younger’s dick, just barely brushing over the red tip. Vernon thrust up at the stimulation, simultaneously fucking himself on Minghao’s dick.

“Hmm,” Minghao feigned consideration, pulling his hand away before focusing on his thrusts and Vernon’ stuttering hips. “Since you asked so nicely, I guess you deserve it, yeah?”

Vernon’s back arched, hands shakily finding their way onto Minghao’s body. He grabbed Minghao’s sides, thumbs tracing his toned abs, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. Vernon’s legs squirmed and he moaned loudly as Minghao pounded against his prostate. He clenched around the older’s dick, rolling his hips for more satisfaction.

“Ah— hyung, hng, I- I’m close—“

Minghao scoffed. “Already? You’re so sensitive, pup. Come on. Cum for hyung.” He spoke, speeding up and thrusting even rougher.

Vernon whined, his entire body trembling. His mind ran blank, the only thoughts forming were Minghao, Minghao, Minghao—

“Ah— I— hyung, please— I-mmph—“ He moaned, eyes rolling back. His mouth ran agape, throat dry and scratchy. Heat pooled in his stomach, his nails digging deep scratches into Minghao’s sides. The older grunted, face straining in pain and Vernon tensed up fully, his body shaking in rigid pulsations.

Tears welled in the corners of Vernon’s eyes, a few slipping free at the intense pleasure. Vernon’s body jolted.

“Fuck— hng, Myungho hyung, I—“ Vernon cried out as he came, head turning against the couch, unable to maintain eye contact. White strings of cum spewed between them, getting all over Minghao’s stomach and Vernon’s torso. He panted loudly, wailing, but the older’s thrusts didn’t slow.

“Hyung— too much, mmph, ah— hyung, I can’t—“

The younger was fully crying now, thighs twitching and squirming. He tried to close his legs, gain some measure of control, but Minghao shot his attempts down swiftly. He didn’t seem phased, pounding his dick bruisingly into Vernon’s clenching hole. Minghao rasped lowly, “Baby,” he hushed, “Let me take care of you.”

Vernon was practically a mindless fucktoy at this point. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. Minghao’s hand was pressing onto his throat and forcing his breathing to be dangerously shallow.

Vernon’s moans and tightness began to push Minghao closer to the edge. The feeling of power rushed through his veins, and his thrusts began to rapidly quicken. “Fuck, baby— I’m close—“ He groaned, head hanging as all his energy went into fucking the living hell out of Vernon.

Thrust after thrust, Minghao tightened his grip on Vernon’s throat and watched the younger squirm below him. Watching him tremble uncontrollably made Minghao’s dick twitch inside of him. The feeling was all too much. Vernon looked so gorgeous, all wet and flustered, especially with Minghao’s dick bulging through his stomach, that his control slipped away.

“Mmnh, baby, you take my dick so well,” He rasped, voice wavering as his orgasm approached. “Fucking gorgeous. Eyes open, I want to see this pretty face while hyung fills him up—“

Minghao gasped, his hips stuttering as he came inside of Vernon. The younger babbled incoherently, eyes and lips too swollen to do anything about it. His hands slipped from Minghao’s waist, losing the energy to hold them up as the warm sensation spilled throughout his ass.

Minghao panted, a soft moan escaping his lips as pulled away from Vernon with a smile. He was satisfied with his work. Cum spilled out of Vernon’s abused hole, and the younger sobbed uncontrollably. Minghao had truly taken him apart— he giggled, leaning forward to kiss Vernon’s swollen lips gently. An attempt to calm him.

“Shh. You did so good for hyung, okay? So good. Such a good boy. You’re so good.” He assured, hands running up and down Vernon’s shivering body to soothe his cries.

Vernon sniffled, tears spilling down his cheeks from overstimulation. Minghao traced his limp body, cooing affectionately.

But Minghao was far from done.

Thankfully, Vernon seemed to be coming to his senses, wiping his tears away bashfully and giggling shyly when Minghao kissed him.

Minghao leaned back off of Vernon, giving the younger some space. Yet, he looked down, his dick already hardening once again. Vernon was too weak for another round, but he needed to take care of this problem.

His hungry eyes flickered to Vernon’s swollen, spit-slicked lips.

“Sollie,” He called, capturing the attention of the younger. “Come here, pup.”

After getting fucked into oblivion, Vernon had become embarrassingly obedient, whining as he pushed himself up. His muscles ached and his hole ached harder, but he crawled slowly across the couch towards Minghao, who was leaning back against the other end with his legs spread.

Minghao pulled Vernon on top of him, dragging his hands through his hair as he connected their lips. Minghao pushed his tongue into the younger’s mouth, already finding his way around his mouth. Vernon moaned into the kiss, enjoying the sweet taste of Minghao’s saliva on his tongue.

He pulled away, watching a string between their lips break with distance. “You taste so good,” Vernon mumbled, ears burning. Despite being on top of Minghao currently, he was still shy and waiting for instructions.

The older smirked, amused at the sudden compliment. “Yeah?” He teased, cocking an eyebrow and rubbing Vernon’s nape. Minghao leaned closer to the other, breath ghosting his skin. “You know who tastes even better?” He mused, licking his lips. Vernon gulped, intrigued.

“You,” Minghao whispered, kissing the younger’s jaw with such a sexual tension that Vernon could only shiver. He flicked his eyes towards Minghao, who leaned back and pushed him away ever so slightly.

He looked down, gulping as he eyed up Minghao’s bulging dick, still visibly wet and sticky from the cum inside his own ass. Minghao’s hands gripped his hair, and he looked up through wet eyelashes, knowing what this meant.

“Taste yourself.”

And what could Vernon do but obey?

He was clumsy and nervous, but he yearned to please the older. Vernon leaned down, licking just at the tip. He tasted the saltiness coating Minghao’s dick, and it sent jolts up his own— which was hardening by the second.

Minghao could see Vernon’s hesitation and chuckled. “Do you need hyung to help you, hm? Tell hyung you need his help.”

Vernon whimpered, his hands coming to grasp Minghao’s hard dick. He looked up at Minghao, trying to be good and maintain eye contact. “I- please help me, hyung, please- I wanna be good, please help me—“

Minghao purred, bringing his other hand to also intertwine in Vernon’s hair. He began gently, guiding the younger down little by little. He continued to push as such, pressing against Vernon’s limits more and more. Minghao grunted, the younger’s warm mouth surrounding his dick.

Vernon gagged, the tip reaching the back of his throat. Tears pricked his eyes once again, and as a reflex, he jerked his head upwards. Minghao tsked, forcing Vernon’s head downwards rougher than before.

“If you want my help, then take it. Don’t be a pussy, pup.” He growled, tugging at the younger’s hair. A whimper emerged, but Vernon obeyed.

Vernon swirled his tongue around the older’s dick, sucking and gagging at the vertical movements. He was sure that his throat was expanding with Minghao’s dick—he could barely breathe once it was fully in his mouth.

Saliva dripped onto Minghao’s v-line, Vernon’s agape mouth unable to contain anything. He was too focused on giving the older pleasure to care about any mess. Minghao raised his eyebrow at the spillover. He yanked Vernon’s head up, releasing him, a thick string of saliva draping from Vernon’s swollen lower lip to the tip of Minghao’s dick.

“You’re such a messy mutt.” Minghao scolded, grasping his dick and tapping it against Vernon’s cheek a few times. The younger barely seemed to register it, dazed. Minghao scoffed, taking little time to shove his dick back in.

This time, he grasped Vernon’s head, moving it on his own accord. Minghao not only moved Vernon’s head up and down like a fleshlight, but he simultaneously thrust up. Cries spilled out of Vernon’s muffled mouth, sending vibrations down Minghao’s dick.

Vernon’s hands scrambled, desperate to hold or touch anything. He grasped Minghao’s thighs, grounding himself as his face was recklessly fucked. His own weeping dick was begging for stimulation, and before he knew it, he was grinding against the couch’s fabric under him. He humped it pathetically, matching the tempo of Minghao’s dick digging into his throat.

Vernon yelped at a sudden smack, pain flushing through his body. A red hand mark burned into his waist, forcing his movements to a halt as he drew eye contact with Minghao.

The older was glaring down at him, his own hand red from the contact.

“Stay still. You don’t touch yourself, I do, yeah?”

“But hyung—“ He voiced with a muffled pout, trying to suck on Minghao’s dick to placate his anger.

Another smack broke the silence.

Vernon whimpered, his throat sore from the beatings. He knew better. He averted his eyes, silently obeying Minghao’s orders. He kept his hips still, instead focusing on getting Minghao off.

Maybe then, he could come—

A muffled cry escaped Vernon’s throat as his head was shoved down once again, tears escaping his eyes.

Minghao groaned, thrusting up faster and faster. Vernon couldn’t tell how much time had passed—Minutes? Hours?— but he could sense Minghao reaching his climax. The older gripped Vernon’s hair tightly, making him whimper, before finally thrusting hard.

He forced Vernon to keep his head down, moaning high-pitched as he spilled into the younger’s mouth. Minghao made sure to shove Vernon’s head down constantly, ensuring he couldn’t escape. He was so deep that Vernon didn’t even need to swallow for the cum to stay down.

After a few moments, Minghao finally released his grip, allowing Vernon to fall back onto the couch with a moan. The younger was exhausted, and Minghao pitied his still hard dick.

The next minutes were filled with Vernon’s whines and Minghao’s assurances, whispered like a mantra into the younger’s ear.

“Such a good boy. So good for hyung. You like that, yeah? Tell hyung how good it feels.”

Minghao’s hand pumped Vernon’s wet dick rapidly, kissing his neck from behind as he spooned him. Vernon babbled and cried and it didn’t take long for him to come, panting.

“Still nervous, Hansol-ah?” Minghao cooed sleepily, wiping his hands clean.

The younger shook his head slightly, throat too raw to speak.

Their manager would kill them tomorrow.

But Vernon had no regrets.