Punishment (oneshot)
Punishment; Xiuchen; nc-17; 2,300 words; smut
Jongdae didn't think Minseok would get this upset.
Punishment;
“What was that?” Luhan stares at the entrance with frenzied eyes, and Yixing, his eyes glued to the television with fingers pressing against the remote control lazily, asks, “What was what?”
The two boys flinch back against the couch when the apartment door swings against the wall with an ear shattering crack accompanied by loud grunts and shouts in the already cramped room. Yixing and Luhan are completely still and merely stare at the fighting couple with widened eyes and parted lips.
“Unhand my arm Minseok,” Jongdae commands the older male through hard eyes and clenched teeth, but Minseok retaliates and condenses his hand further into Jongdae’s wrist until his knuckles turn white. Jongdae grunts from the applied pressure and lack of blood flow in the area.
“Shut up.” Minseok says nonchalantly and doesn’t even faze when Jongdae wrings and contorts his wrist in all sorts of peculiar directions; that by itself infuriates the older male even further. Yixing groans into Luhan’s shoulder as he finally comprehends the situation.
“Don’t leave too many hickeys on him,” Yixing bites back the need to twitch his lips in a smirk, “we have a photo shoot tomorrow.” Minseok whips his head to Yixing’s direction and the latter presses his lips together in apprehension.
“Fuck off Yixing.” Minseok snarls and Yixing whimpers cowardly in response.
“Got it.”
It doesn’t take Minseok much of an effort to force Jongdae into their shared room, as he’s several pounds bigger. Jongdae with one swift movement manages to swing off the bed after being forcefully launched on it. “No,” the back of his head falls against the pillows and cold sheets when intruding hands push at his chest.
“God Minseok we were only dancing.” Jongdae shuffles backwards but meets a dead end when his back touches a solid surface. “Oh really?” Minseok mocks and crawls towards the shorter male, and just when they’re close enough, he hooks long fingers over his calve and slides him down so he’s now hovering over Jongdae.
“You were grinding your ass against his dick Jongdae. That’s not dancing, that’s fucking.” Minseok politically corrects him with an intense amber gaze and unconsciously, Jongdae convulses beneath him as the hair follicles on his warm skin turns to tiny flecks.
“Scared?” Minseok taunts him while running a teasing index finger down his forearm, but Jongdae merely snickers in response, “Never.” He rests clammy hands on Minseok’s pectorals, applying much needed energy to shove him off.
“Oh no you don’t,” Minseok webs their fingers together and presses their faces close that their lips barely graze, “stay still or I’ll have to restrain you.” Minseok stares intently into Jongdae’s frenzied eyes and the latter immediately freezes beneath him upon his threat. Minseok peppers light kisses on his cheeks in appreciation.
“Good boy.” He praises and releases one of Jongdae’s hands to sink his extended fingers into the underside of the latter’s jaw line. Jongdae grunts from the prodding fingers impaling into his skin but Minseok simply ignores him.
Impatient and cogent lips press against Jongdae’s and the latter’s mewling subconsciously into Minseok’s own mouth. Minseok’s lips curve upwards against Jongdae’s and purposely blows warm air into his mouth when he says, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you.”
“Please.” Jongdae scoffs. He doesn’t answer but it’s not like Minseok needs one anyways. The elder male dips his hips into Jongdae’s and dry humps him in slow, succulent motions. Jongdae reaches to grab Minseok’s shoulders to lever himself up and uses his lips to conceal the small squeaks that were forcing their way out from the painful friction of their groins.
Minseok merely chuckles in Jongdae’s mouth and presses fingers just a little more into the contours of Jongdae’s jaw. He tries to deepen their kiss with tongue, but the younger male is defiant and clamps his mouth shut in refusal. Minseok pokes his tongue against the slit of Jongdae’s lips, but he’s rather stubborn, Minseok thinks with aggravation.
He suddenly pulls away and sits up and Jongdae watches him with careful eyes, thinking what in the world is he-oh.
Minseok sits up and straddles Jongdae’s hips, tightening his thighs around the petite male’s waist to add more friction and subtract the amount of space separating them. Jongdae, his breath now completely straggled and ragged, looks up with a dazed demeanor in his eyes but quickly directs his attention away from the burning male above him.
He bit his lips with a small smile; it pleased him to know that Minseok was infuriated at this point.
“Open your mouth.” Minseok orders him but Jongdae merely shakes his head. “No.” He says nonchalantly and Minseok sees nothing else but crimson red at this point. Digging fingers part Jongdae’s lips despite his futile attempts to keep them closed.
“You can’t win with me.” Minseok states before his warm tongue intrudes Jongdae’s mouth and glides it painstakingly slowly onto the shorter male’s.
“Minseok, Minseok,” Streams of curses flood Jongdae’s mouth quietly when he chants the elder male’s name with a muffled voice repeatedly. Minseok caresses the spot he abused earlier with gentle fingers.
“What is it my little sex naiad?”
Minseok croons into his mouth but the latter doesn’t respond. The elder male moves toward Jongdae’s bottom lip and traps it between his own, sucking and drawing it into his mouth before drifting his tongue over the now swollen area. Suddenly, Minseok pulls back with widened eyes when he felt jagged teeth dig themselves into his lower lip.
Jongdae just bit him.
Minseok grazes his hand over the purple blot at the corner of his lips and snickers at Jongdae’s proud outlook. Well, he was now going to do everything in his power to destroy it.
“Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach.”
Jongdae remains lying still against the sheets spilled messily on the mattress and Minseok’s patience was running thin. “Now,” he practically barks and Jongdae scrambles to sit up to remove his shirt and jeans and boxers in one fluid motion. Minseok follows suit and now they’re both stark naked, pale skins glimmering from the room light above their heads.
The elder male’s direct line of sight is Jongdae’s cock and he sneers at how hard he is. The latter’s cheeks redden and he bites his own lower lip, creating small crescents on the sensitive skin. Minseok almost groans at Jongdae’s seemingly virtuous ministrations.
“Lie down.” Minseok commands and doesn’t even wait for Jongdae to roll on his stomach as he flips him over turbulently with much haste. He hushes the shorter male’s strangled yelp and courses his fingers onto the curve of Jongdae’s milky ass and brings up his hands to smack the area, not too hard as to hurt him, but enough to humiliate him.
“Minseok!” Jongdae practically screams and muffles his other cries into the pillow underneath him. Minseok chortles with great satisfaction as he kneads the light pink area on Jongdae’s ass. The corners of Jongdae’s eyes crinkle together, the feeling of Minseok’s fingers sinking into his ass being much more painful for him than the actual spanking.
“Say you’re sorry Jongdae.” Another slap lands on Jongdae’s ass, and another one.
“Oh god I’m sorry Minseok!” Jongdae’s cries muffle into the pillows, and although Minseok heard his heartfelt apology, he never said he would end his punishment.
After the fifth hit, Minseok lost count of the amount of times he spanks Jongdae; the feeling of his hand coming into contact with the soft muscle and the sounds of the shorter male’s curt screams excited him even further.
Unknown to Minseok, Jongdae’s dick enlarges even further from every slap and he winces when it presses against the bed, choked between himself and the firm mattress. When Minseok’s hand begins to slightly sting, he reluctantly pulls away and holds onto Jongdae’s waist to turn him over again.
His heart jumps to his throat when the first thing he notices is Jongdae’s empty, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling. It scares him even further when the latter remains unmoving and he starts to panic internally, pulsations rising and bile reaching to his throat because the last thing he wants is to kill him, even though he’s well aware that merely spanking his ass couldn’t possibly do such a thing. He places his hand on the younger male’s cheek and swaddles his thumb over the skin airily. “Jongdae, are you alright?”
The caring and considerate Minseok returns and Jongdae smiles, placing a chaste kiss on the palm of his hand as an indication that yes, he was. “I’m fine.” Jongdae murmurs quietly and Minseok nods curtly and smiles back so faintly that Jongdae almost misses it.
Minseok crawls over the silent male until his lips are so, so close to the head of Jongdae’s cock. His own rests right above Jongdae’s lips. “Don’t think I’m starting to turn soft on you now.” Minseok tells, him, lowering his hips until the tip of his cock grazes against Jongdae’s lips suggestively. This was an invitation Jongdae couldn’t refuse, and so he parts his lips wide, hands coming up to Minseok’s upper thighs and pulls him down even lower, taking him whole in one shot.
“You’re getting better at this.” Minseok sighs against Jongdae’s dick, tongue prodding out as he lightly touches the underside of the latter’s cock. Jongdae hums throatily against Minseok, involuntarily nipping on the skin as he takes him even further down his mouth, just until the tip is barely touching his uvula. Minseok pulls away momentarily, “Suck harder.”
Jongdae nods, his cheeks becoming hollow as he draws Minseok’s cock further into his mouth, hands lowering themselves to pinch and massage at the latter’s balls, his favorite. “Yeah, that’s right.” Minseok says in approval, his mouth hovering over Jongdae’s dick again as his teeth grazes against the base of the latter’s penis and moves in slow, upward downward motions.
Jongdae fights against the need to pull away and scream obscenities as Minseok devours his dick as thick, grueling pressure sinks to his lower stomach. The younger was never one to last long when it came to oral sex, and he finds it to be quite embarrassing in the least. His hips snap upwards into Minseok’s mouth, and he freezes when the elder starts to choke.
He yelps against Minseok’s dick when he feels a sting on the back of his thigh. “Do not thrust into my mouth.” Minseok warns and Jongdae makes a mental note to keep his hips unmoving. Jongdae pulls out completely, and just when Minseok was about to do the same as to bark at the younger, the former presses an open mouth to the base of the latter’s cock, his tongue creating a wet trail all the way to the tip.
He spits on the head, a ball of saliva collecting at the area and lips work at Minseok’s cock again, his obscene slurping noises filling the room along with their quite huffs and suddenly Minseok pulls away from Jongdae, coming up to sit on the latter’s face. Jongdae groans from the loss of heat and the elder laughs mockingly, “Did you really think I was going to let you come? Keep going you slut.”
Hips dip lower against Jongdae’s lips and he gags, impending fingers sinking into Minseok’s hips. His own cock needs release, and seeing that Minseok wasn’t going to make him come anytime soon, he figures he would jerk himself off once the latter leaves. Minseok grunts and Jongdae could feel him growing bigger into his mouth, a clear indication that he was going to come.
Grabbing onto Minseok’s hips with a tight grip, Jongdae moves his head up and down Minseok’s shaft as one of his hands trail lower to nip at the latter’s neglected sacs. Minseok comes right then and there in long spurts and he’s now thrusting into Jongdae’s mouth as he rides out his orgasm, uncaring that the latter was gagging once again from beneath him. Jongdae laps everything up, seeing that he has no other choice.
Minseok releases himself from Jongdae’s mouth, and just as the younger was about to sit up, Minseok merely pushes him onto the sheets before walking to their dresser, pulling out a wiry piece of rope from one of the drawers. Jongdae gulps.
“Minseok?” He practically squeaks and Minseok laughs upon seeing Jongdae’s frightened outlook. Jongdae was both scared and sexually frustrated; he honestly hates restraints and he needs to come right now because erection at this point literally hurts. Minseok grapples both of Jongdae’s hands in his own small one, lifting him closer against the headboard and as he binds the latter, making sure the rope would leave nice, purple bands against his skin later on.
"Wait, you're not seriously going to leave me hanging like this are you?" Frenzied eyes glance at Minseok's dark ones and the latter ignores him, or rather, just chuckles for an answer and Jongdae does not like the sound of that one bit.
Jongdae winces when he squirms against the restraints, giving up almost immediately because he can fucking feel the twine biting at his skin and Minseok leans over him, fingers hooking themselves over his jaw as he kisses him, long and hard for a few seconds. Jongdae immediately presses back into him for a split second just before Minseok pulls away completely, “If you make a single peep, see what I will do to you tonight,” he warns as fingers snake themselves around Jongdae’s shaft teasingly, releasing his grip once the latter starts snapping his hips into his hand.
“And don’t you dare come unless I tell you to, understand?” Minseok waits for a response and Jongdae nods only once, fighting back the need to jerk back when the elder soothes a hand over his cheek, because this seemingly kind gesture is a hell of a lot more humiliating than being spanked on the ass, that's for sure. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
After putting on a simple tee and sweats, Minseok turns to look at Jongdae one more time, chuckling under his breath as he turns the lock with a low click before shutting the door.
That would be the last time Jongdae goes out dancing with Minseok, he thinks as he waits for his erection to die down.
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OTL this was such a fail, I'm well aware of that and I'm super sorry omg ;A; this was sitting in my docs for a few months now so I decided to finish it at 3am oh god. This was completely rushed so there's going to be a ton of mistakes so I apologize beforehand. By the way I'm currently writing a longfic for xiuchen (8,000 words and counting) and I'm still waiting for its_rayning's xiuchen fic ahem.
Jongdae didn't think Minseok would get this upset.
Punishment;
“What was that?” Luhan stares at the entrance with frenzied eyes, and Yixing, his eyes glued to the television with fingers pressing against the remote control lazily, asks, “What was what?”
The two boys flinch back against the couch when the apartment door swings against the wall with an ear shattering crack accompanied by loud grunts and shouts in the already cramped room. Yixing and Luhan are completely still and merely stare at the fighting couple with widened eyes and parted lips.
“Unhand my arm Minseok,” Jongdae commands the older male through hard eyes and clenched teeth, but Minseok retaliates and condenses his hand further into Jongdae’s wrist until his knuckles turn white. Jongdae grunts from the applied pressure and lack of blood flow in the area.
“Shut up.” Minseok says nonchalantly and doesn’t even faze when Jongdae wrings and contorts his wrist in all sorts of peculiar directions; that by itself infuriates the older male even further. Yixing groans into Luhan’s shoulder as he finally comprehends the situation.
“Don’t leave too many hickeys on him,” Yixing bites back the need to twitch his lips in a smirk, “we have a photo shoot tomorrow.” Minseok whips his head to Yixing’s direction and the latter presses his lips together in apprehension.
“Fuck off Yixing.” Minseok snarls and Yixing whimpers cowardly in response.
“Got it.”
It doesn’t take Minseok much of an effort to force Jongdae into their shared room, as he’s several pounds bigger. Jongdae with one swift movement manages to swing off the bed after being forcefully launched on it. “No,” the back of his head falls against the pillows and cold sheets when intruding hands push at his chest.
“God Minseok we were only dancing.” Jongdae shuffles backwards but meets a dead end when his back touches a solid surface. “Oh really?” Minseok mocks and crawls towards the shorter male, and just when they’re close enough, he hooks long fingers over his calve and slides him down so he’s now hovering over Jongdae.
“You were grinding your ass against his dick Jongdae. That’s not dancing, that’s fucking.” Minseok politically corrects him with an intense amber gaze and unconsciously, Jongdae convulses beneath him as the hair follicles on his warm skin turns to tiny flecks.
“Scared?” Minseok taunts him while running a teasing index finger down his forearm, but Jongdae merely snickers in response, “Never.” He rests clammy hands on Minseok’s pectorals, applying much needed energy to shove him off.
“Oh no you don’t,” Minseok webs their fingers together and presses their faces close that their lips barely graze, “stay still or I’ll have to restrain you.” Minseok stares intently into Jongdae’s frenzied eyes and the latter immediately freezes beneath him upon his threat. Minseok peppers light kisses on his cheeks in appreciation.
“Good boy.” He praises and releases one of Jongdae’s hands to sink his extended fingers into the underside of the latter’s jaw line. Jongdae grunts from the prodding fingers impaling into his skin but Minseok simply ignores him.
Impatient and cogent lips press against Jongdae’s and the latter’s mewling subconsciously into Minseok’s own mouth. Minseok’s lips curve upwards against Jongdae’s and purposely blows warm air into his mouth when he says, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you.”
“Please.” Jongdae scoffs. He doesn’t answer but it’s not like Minseok needs one anyways. The elder male dips his hips into Jongdae’s and dry humps him in slow, succulent motions. Jongdae reaches to grab Minseok’s shoulders to lever himself up and uses his lips to conceal the small squeaks that were forcing their way out from the painful friction of their groins.
Minseok merely chuckles in Jongdae’s mouth and presses fingers just a little more into the contours of Jongdae’s jaw. He tries to deepen their kiss with tongue, but the younger male is defiant and clamps his mouth shut in refusal. Minseok pokes his tongue against the slit of Jongdae’s lips, but he’s rather stubborn, Minseok thinks with aggravation.
He suddenly pulls away and sits up and Jongdae watches him with careful eyes, thinking what in the world is he-oh.
Minseok sits up and straddles Jongdae’s hips, tightening his thighs around the petite male’s waist to add more friction and subtract the amount of space separating them. Jongdae, his breath now completely straggled and ragged, looks up with a dazed demeanor in his eyes but quickly directs his attention away from the burning male above him.
He bit his lips with a small smile; it pleased him to know that Minseok was infuriated at this point.
“Open your mouth.” Minseok orders him but Jongdae merely shakes his head. “No.” He says nonchalantly and Minseok sees nothing else but crimson red at this point. Digging fingers part Jongdae’s lips despite his futile attempts to keep them closed.
“You can’t win with me.” Minseok states before his warm tongue intrudes Jongdae’s mouth and glides it painstakingly slowly onto the shorter male’s.
“Minseok, Minseok,” Streams of curses flood Jongdae’s mouth quietly when he chants the elder male’s name with a muffled voice repeatedly. Minseok caresses the spot he abused earlier with gentle fingers.
“What is it my little sex naiad?”
Minseok croons into his mouth but the latter doesn’t respond. The elder male moves toward Jongdae’s bottom lip and traps it between his own, sucking and drawing it into his mouth before drifting his tongue over the now swollen area. Suddenly, Minseok pulls back with widened eyes when he felt jagged teeth dig themselves into his lower lip.
Jongdae just bit him.
Minseok grazes his hand over the purple blot at the corner of his lips and snickers at Jongdae’s proud outlook. Well, he was now going to do everything in his power to destroy it.
“Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach.”
Jongdae remains lying still against the sheets spilled messily on the mattress and Minseok’s patience was running thin. “Now,” he practically barks and Jongdae scrambles to sit up to remove his shirt and jeans and boxers in one fluid motion. Minseok follows suit and now they’re both stark naked, pale skins glimmering from the room light above their heads.
The elder male’s direct line of sight is Jongdae’s cock and he sneers at how hard he is. The latter’s cheeks redden and he bites his own lower lip, creating small crescents on the sensitive skin. Minseok almost groans at Jongdae’s seemingly virtuous ministrations.
“Lie down.” Minseok commands and doesn’t even wait for Jongdae to roll on his stomach as he flips him over turbulently with much haste. He hushes the shorter male’s strangled yelp and courses his fingers onto the curve of Jongdae’s milky ass and brings up his hands to smack the area, not too hard as to hurt him, but enough to humiliate him.
“Minseok!” Jongdae practically screams and muffles his other cries into the pillow underneath him. Minseok chortles with great satisfaction as he kneads the light pink area on Jongdae’s ass. The corners of Jongdae’s eyes crinkle together, the feeling of Minseok’s fingers sinking into his ass being much more painful for him than the actual spanking.
“Say you’re sorry Jongdae.” Another slap lands on Jongdae’s ass, and another one.
“Oh god I’m sorry Minseok!” Jongdae’s cries muffle into the pillows, and although Minseok heard his heartfelt apology, he never said he would end his punishment.
After the fifth hit, Minseok lost count of the amount of times he spanks Jongdae; the feeling of his hand coming into contact with the soft muscle and the sounds of the shorter male’s curt screams excited him even further.
Unknown to Minseok, Jongdae’s dick enlarges even further from every slap and he winces when it presses against the bed, choked between himself and the firm mattress. When Minseok’s hand begins to slightly sting, he reluctantly pulls away and holds onto Jongdae’s waist to turn him over again.
His heart jumps to his throat when the first thing he notices is Jongdae’s empty, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling. It scares him even further when the latter remains unmoving and he starts to panic internally, pulsations rising and bile reaching to his throat because the last thing he wants is to kill him, even though he’s well aware that merely spanking his ass couldn’t possibly do such a thing. He places his hand on the younger male’s cheek and swaddles his thumb over the skin airily. “Jongdae, are you alright?”
The caring and considerate Minseok returns and Jongdae smiles, placing a chaste kiss on the palm of his hand as an indication that yes, he was. “I’m fine.” Jongdae murmurs quietly and Minseok nods curtly and smiles back so faintly that Jongdae almost misses it.
Minseok crawls over the silent male until his lips are so, so close to the head of Jongdae’s cock. His own rests right above Jongdae’s lips. “Don’t think I’m starting to turn soft on you now.” Minseok tells, him, lowering his hips until the tip of his cock grazes against Jongdae’s lips suggestively. This was an invitation Jongdae couldn’t refuse, and so he parts his lips wide, hands coming up to Minseok’s upper thighs and pulls him down even lower, taking him whole in one shot.
“You’re getting better at this.” Minseok sighs against Jongdae’s dick, tongue prodding out as he lightly touches the underside of the latter’s cock. Jongdae hums throatily against Minseok, involuntarily nipping on the skin as he takes him even further down his mouth, just until the tip is barely touching his uvula. Minseok pulls away momentarily, “Suck harder.”
Jongdae nods, his cheeks becoming hollow as he draws Minseok’s cock further into his mouth, hands lowering themselves to pinch and massage at the latter’s balls, his favorite. “Yeah, that’s right.” Minseok says in approval, his mouth hovering over Jongdae’s dick again as his teeth grazes against the base of the latter’s penis and moves in slow, upward downward motions.
Jongdae fights against the need to pull away and scream obscenities as Minseok devours his dick as thick, grueling pressure sinks to his lower stomach. The younger was never one to last long when it came to oral sex, and he finds it to be quite embarrassing in the least. His hips snap upwards into Minseok’s mouth, and he freezes when the elder starts to choke.
He yelps against Minseok’s dick when he feels a sting on the back of his thigh. “Do not thrust into my mouth.” Minseok warns and Jongdae makes a mental note to keep his hips unmoving. Jongdae pulls out completely, and just when Minseok was about to do the same as to bark at the younger, the former presses an open mouth to the base of the latter’s cock, his tongue creating a wet trail all the way to the tip.
He spits on the head, a ball of saliva collecting at the area and lips work at Minseok’s cock again, his obscene slurping noises filling the room along with their quite huffs and suddenly Minseok pulls away from Jongdae, coming up to sit on the latter’s face. Jongdae groans from the loss of heat and the elder laughs mockingly, “Did you really think I was going to let you come? Keep going you slut.”
Hips dip lower against Jongdae’s lips and he gags, impending fingers sinking into Minseok’s hips. His own cock needs release, and seeing that Minseok wasn’t going to make him come anytime soon, he figures he would jerk himself off once the latter leaves. Minseok grunts and Jongdae could feel him growing bigger into his mouth, a clear indication that he was going to come.
Grabbing onto Minseok’s hips with a tight grip, Jongdae moves his head up and down Minseok’s shaft as one of his hands trail lower to nip at the latter’s neglected sacs. Minseok comes right then and there in long spurts and he’s now thrusting into Jongdae’s mouth as he rides out his orgasm, uncaring that the latter was gagging once again from beneath him. Jongdae laps everything up, seeing that he has no other choice.
Minseok releases himself from Jongdae’s mouth, and just as the younger was about to sit up, Minseok merely pushes him onto the sheets before walking to their dresser, pulling out a wiry piece of rope from one of the drawers. Jongdae gulps.
“Minseok?” He practically squeaks and Minseok laughs upon seeing Jongdae’s frightened outlook. Jongdae was both scared and sexually frustrated; he honestly hates restraints and he needs to come right now because erection at this point literally hurts. Minseok grapples both of Jongdae’s hands in his own small one, lifting him closer against the headboard and as he binds the latter, making sure the rope would leave nice, purple bands against his skin later on.
"Wait, you're not seriously going to leave me hanging like this are you?" Frenzied eyes glance at Minseok's dark ones and the latter ignores him, or rather, just chuckles for an answer and Jongdae does not like the sound of that one bit.
Jongdae winces when he squirms against the restraints, giving up almost immediately because he can fucking feel the twine biting at his skin and Minseok leans over him, fingers hooking themselves over his jaw as he kisses him, long and hard for a few seconds. Jongdae immediately presses back into him for a split second just before Minseok pulls away completely, “If you make a single peep, see what I will do to you tonight,” he warns as fingers snake themselves around Jongdae’s shaft teasingly, releasing his grip once the latter starts snapping his hips into his hand.
“And don’t you dare come unless I tell you to, understand?” Minseok waits for a response and Jongdae nods only once, fighting back the need to jerk back when the elder soothes a hand over his cheek, because this seemingly kind gesture is a hell of a lot more humiliating than being spanked on the ass, that's for sure. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
After putting on a simple tee and sweats, Minseok turns to look at Jongdae one more time, chuckling under his breath as he turns the lock with a low click before shutting the door.
That would be the last time Jongdae goes out dancing with Minseok, he thinks as he waits for his erection to die down.
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OTL this was such a fail, I'm well aware of that and I'm super sorry omg ;A; this was sitting in my docs for a few months now so I decided to finish it at 3am oh god. This was completely rushed so there's going to be a ton of mistakes so I apologize beforehand. By the way I'm currently writing a longfic for xiuchen (8,000 words and counting) and I'm still waiting for its_rayning's xiuchen fic ahem.