It's your birthday (so I know you want to ride out); xiuhan
Title: It's your birthday (so I know you want to ride out)
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Minseok/Lu Han
Words: 4.2k
Warning: unforgivable smut, handcuffs, unbetaed
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Notes: Happy birthday Kim Minseok ♥ This is a poor work, but it's my tiny gift for you, I hope you spend a wonderful day *sends love*
Summary: Minseok's birthday gift is a wild Lu Han handcuffed to the bed. EXO send their regards.
It starts as a whisper on the mouth of their bandmates. Long, stolen glances between their fellow EXO-M friends whenever Minseok leaves Lu Han’s and Yixing’s room alone, Lu Han following after a couple of minutes. They try to be as inconspicuous as possible, but they know it’s not a coincidence when Yixing never tries to go back to his room if he knows Minseok is there, or the fact that Zitao always finds something to do whenever he sees they’re hanging around in his and Minseok’s shared room. They can feel the other’s eyes on their joined hands, and it makes Minseok blush and Lu Han beam, but no one dares to approach them and talk about it in public.
He knows, there’s no doubt about this, that Lu Han has discussed it with Yixing. It’s the best buddies thing, the one when they can’t stop laughing at each other and sharing secret jokes only between them, and Minseok would be jealous, really, but it’s too busy thanking the gods that exists someone else, apart from him, able to absorb Lu Han’s attention and keep him otherwise occupied long enough to allow Minseok to relax and forget about the continuous, insistent pounding of Lu Han’s voice on his head.
Minseok would really like to talk about this with someone, but he has to fight with his own shyness and the fact that he didn’t manage to build a solid friendship in EXO, not as solid as the one Yifan and Chanyeol share, or Zitao and Sehun’s, or Baekhyun and Jongdae’s. Looks like everyone has found their missing brother in the group except him, but he doesn’t feel lonely. He’ll never have the time to feel lonely now that he has Lu Han to pester him every single moment of his life. If he feels like talking, Lu Han is always there, even though they’re not sharing the best-friend-kinda-brotherly type of feelings, but Lu Han is exactly the problem, so he can’t really entrust his secrets to him this time. He’s friends with everyone in EXO. They respects him and he knows that his group of noisy kids loves him even more than he deserves, but maybe that’s the problem. They’re just kids for him, and it’s not like he’s keeping his distances or being snobbish, they totally behave like children, sometimes he wonders if he belongs to a respectable and famous kpop group or if he’s tutoring in a kindergarten. The age difference and his own awkwardness seem to hold him down, and after all, he can’t just simply walk on Jongdae on his way to the bathroom, ambush him and drag the only other Korean boy in the house who’s not married with children to talk about his little sex escapades with their common friend and bandmate, right?
It’s already bad enough that he’s fooling around with Lu Han, he doesn’t also have to taint Jongdae’s and everyone else’s innocence by talking about it in excruciating details, so he keeps it for himself. But they know. He knows they know. The managers probably know too.
Things get even worse when they come back to Seoul for the new comeback because then he has to share his rooms not with one person, but three, and Lu Han is in the same situation. And that just means that when they want to have a little time for themselves, or, better rephrased, when Lu Han wants to hog him and put his tiny, vicious hands in inappropriate but strangely sensitive places, half of the group has to mysteriously disappear. Minseok sixth sense is quick to inform him that when they’re not around to see him to be pressed under Lu Han’s body on the couch, they’re probably in some café around the dorms gossiping about them. Things get worse during the Wolf promotion, the stolen glances become open laughs, and someone even dares to make crude jokes about Minseok’s apparent inability to walk straight after Lu Han is done with him. That quickly escalate in a ‘who’s got the longer one’ challenge around the dorm. Lu Han obviously prevents Minseok from taking part in the competition, claiming that only he has the right to check Minseok’s intimate parts and that he doesn’t want to be forced to kill everyone else. Minseok surrenders, and doesn’t even bother to ask Lu Han if he won the damn thing in the end. (He didn’t, looks like Kyungsoo had a lot to give, and Sehun is still moping after a controversial second place.)
Just when he thinks that things can’t get any worse, during the Growl promotion something changes.
Luckily for him, it’s not the quality of sex, now even better than ever since the only one who’s supposedly sharing the room with him is their manager who has a girlfriend, meaning he’s never there and Lu Han’s been camping permanently in Minseok’s bed for the last three months.
No, what changes is the look their bandmates are giving them. Them, because Lu Han is being eyed suspiciously too, he’s just too happy and walking on sunshine to notice the speculative way their supposed friends are watching them, almost like hawks circling their prey.
Then, it starts. With little questions, just Kyungsoo casually asking him how things are between him and Lu Han, or Jongdae being obnoxious and asking if Lu Han is treating him properly and being - wriggling eyebrows - fair in their - quote - friendship - unquote. Except that they’re being awfully obvious, since they’re a bunch of awkward kids, like, they can’t act for shit, and he can sense that there’s something they’re not telling him. His friends are just trying to extort info from him, but he fails to see the point in any of their questions, and he’d really like to know their true purpose.
The answer comes, with the rest of the gifts, the day of his birthday. His day is free from schedules, a real miracle, but sometimes it happens when it’s your birthday and the company is feeling generous and merciful (not very often to be honest, if there are still men with a beating heart in SM, they’re hiding to avoid being eaten by their drone emotionless colleagues).
Minseok wakes up with the enlightening thought that he’s alone in the house. The others should all have schedule somewhere, and they’ll only come back in the late afternoon to take part in his birthday event together with lucky fans. For now, the house is his and only his own. He can walk around naked, make prank calls to the sasaeng fan that keeps phoning him, eat all of Kyungsoo’s chips and maybe even roll himself in Lu Han’s sheets now that the other boy is away, knowing how much it itches him when someone sleeps on his bed. On a second thought, maybe that’s not the greatest idea. Lu Han has stopped minding about Minseok’s scent between his sheets ages ago. More than that, Lu Han is usually the one who gropes Minseok everywhere and exploit every single one of his weakness to drag him to bed. And he always make sure to slide the sheets over him so that his scent is smeared everywhere with such intensity that Minseok is sure that his shameless fuckbuddy would be able to spend his entire day smelling Minseok on his pillow, smiling creepily and jerking himself. Too bad that he doesn’t need to jerk off anymore, since he now has free access to the real thing. The real thing being Minseok, in flesh, bones and utter inability to refuse Lu Han’s advances.
It could be so easy, just saying him no, but Minseok has long surrendered to Lu Han’s attention. Maybe he even likes the other boy, there’s something endearing in seeing that someone in this world is willing to pursue him with such childish determination.
He’s so engrossed in his milk and cereal, the only edible thing left in the kitchen after the passage of that hungry pack of wolves, he even giggle at himself for the clever pun, that are his bandmates, when he finally notices the neon pink post-it sticking to the orange juice empty carton.
Happy birthday hyung, says the message, written in Jongdae’s neat handwriting, we’re sorry we had to go and leave you alone on your birthday.
Not at all, thinks Minseok, considering the peaceful morning he has managed to spend so far, able to relax himself for once without being bothered by catfights and loud kids. He keeps reading, words mindlessly spilling out of his mouth.
Still, we thought it would be unfair for us not to give you a true birthday gift, and after we discussed about it all together we decided on something we really think you’d deserve.
Following the indications on the pink paper, he reaches Lu Han and Yixing’s room, hesitating before stepping inside. He freezes on the doorstep, unable to step inside, like he’s tied to the spot by invisible ropes. Which is absurd, because the bound one in the room in Lu Han, stark naked and probably uncomfortable despite the running AC and the almost equatorial temperature of the room, turning towards Minseok and whimpering piteously through the gag on his mouth. Minseok doesn’t dare to move, he’s too afraid to make a sound. It doesn’t matter since Lu Han heard him anyway, and even if he can’t see him through the black blindfold, he keeps craning his head in the direction he thinks the entrance should be, from where he heard the door swinging just a minute ago.
Minseok can’t help but stare, because this isn’t a sight he’s used to. Lu Han is impatient, an always moving, fast gremlin and Minseok has never had the opportunity to admire like this, spread on the bound and starting to blush all over because he knows Minseok is there, and maybe he can feel his eyes on his skin like invisible, awkward hands. He moans again, and Minseok can make out a request for help in his pitiful mumbling.
He finally has to move, he feels like his legs are going to give out under him if he doesn’t, and Lu Han’s head face blindly follow his steps and shakes the handcuffs, carefully secured to the solid headboard of the bed. There’s an envelope glued to the bed, near Lu Han’s clenching hands. The boy on the bed is becoming more nervous, as time passes. Minseok wonders if he can feel the shift in the air when Minseok moves, if his ears are sensible enough for him to perceive the little puffs of Minseok’s shaky breath.
Since you’re always limping and he manhandles you on every straight enough surface without even asking your permission, we assumed that he also never lets you top. Which is totally unfair and even damaging, because without equity you can’t build a solid relationship between you and your partner. We tried talking about this with Lu Han, we even tried to send hints towards you, but since you’re dense and he’s too stubborn to listen to us we decided to give you the possibility to show him what he’s missing out. Our gift for you consists in a ‘Today I top’ coupon to use necessarily today (unfortunately we couldn’t clear up his schedule for more than a couple of hours, try to be as understanding as we know you are) and a Lu Han already tied up, naked and ready for you.
Happy birthday, EXO!
Minseok lets out an airy laugh at seeing Joonmyeon’s hand this time in the large squared letters, but his incredulity worsen as he reads the message. When he’s at the last words he only wishes his members were here with him, so he can strangle them one after another.
Poor Lu Han is still whining and trying to free his hands, and there’s a hint of desperation now that he knows that Minseok is here, right next to him, but he’s still doing nothing to relieve his suffering.
Minseok’s fingers shoot to the handcuffs tying him to the bed, and Lu Han tenses and relaxes under his hands, trying to catch Minseok’s hands in his own. His reward is a loud slap on very pale and naked hips, and after emitting a protesting noise, he tries to stay still as Minseok works, this time with both hands, to free him. He stops his work only to ungag Lu Han who, judging by the rapidly increasing colour of his face, is probably very close to asphyxiation.
As soon as his mouth is free and able to emit human sounds instead of muffled moans, from those usually pouty lips erupts a waterfall of multilingual imprecations so colourful and rich in imagery and vocabulary that even Yifan would be impressed.
Minseok takes his time in untying the blindfold. In the meanwhile, Lu Han shouts, curse everyone and he’s not even half finished with enumerating the maknaes’ mothers sexual diseases, but Minseok already understands why they thought it was a good idea to gag him. Their maknaes don’t need to learn new curse words, they already cuss enough on their own. Only when it’s done, after an accurate description of what he’ll do to that pussy traitor’s ass - he means Yixing, by the way, and Minseok feels just a little jealous because the only bottom Lu Han should ever wish to break is Minseok’s, and his alone - he finally turns his attention back to Minseok.
“Can’t you untie me? My wrists hurt.”
He’s doing the kicked puppy impression. It usually works with everyone, but Minseok never sways because he’s been in close contact to Lu Han’s creepy faces for too long to let a pair of big, imploring eyes confuse him.
“I can’t,” he answers, letting himself fall on the bed and feeling Lu Han’s body slightly sliding towards his own, “we probably need the key.”
“I think it’s on the table, they wouldn’t leave me here on purpose, what if I felt sick or I need to go to the bathroom before they come back?”
Minseok gives only a slight look to the table, before answering with a resolute, “No, there isn’t any key.”
His hands falls on Lu Han’s forehead, taking sweaty hair away from his brow. It’s too hot, and he’d switch down the air conditioner, really, but he doesn’t want Lu Han to take a cold. He has to take off his clothes, though, or he won’t be able to stay inside the room for long.
He can feel Lu Han’s greedy eyes rake on his chest when he discards the shirt, and trapped in the handcuffs his writs are trembling. Minseok knows that expression. Is the one Lu Han wears when he wants to put his hands on Minseok and just touch, but he can’t, because they’re in public, because there are cameras, because Minseok is feeling grumpy as hell, because the others EXO members has tied him to the bed at the mercy of his very passive boyfriend, and while Lu Han is usually very skilful at ignoring the previous conditions, him being handcuffed to his headboard it’s not something he can simply solve on his own.
An idea starts to flutter in his brain, a crazy, dangerous, idea, and Lu Han will never never let him live this down if he does it, but there are countless possibilities for him to explore with a helpless Lu Han on his hands, and an opportunity like this doesn’t fall down the sky every day.
“So,” he starts, eyeing curiously Lu Han’s pouty mouth, “do you want to have some fun?”
Lu Han’s eyebrows furrow. He’s probably processing Minseok’s teasing words, and he knows he’se being out of character, but the slightly lost look on his Lu Han’s face is lovely.
“What do you mean? If you’re going to ride me you can make yourself comfortable,” it’s the cheeky answer, but Minseok has no such intentions. For now.
Lu Han’s had all the time in the world to get accustomed to Minseok’s body. He knows every mole, every scar, he’s kissed them countless times until he’s gotten the soft planes imprinted under his hands. He’s memorized Minseok’s weak spots, every one of them, and he knows, Minseok knows too, there’s no point in denying it, that Lu Han is the only person on the world who knows how to make him beg. And beg he does, always, for Lu Han’s mouth on him, for his hands to stop torturing, for the low, filthy imagery that Lu Han draws at his ear with his voice. He begs and cries, and he’s such a stark contrast with his usual closed self, sometimes teasing, something shy, but always in control, that he barely recognizes himself when he’s in Lu Han’s arms. This stubborn Chinese boy who loves him more than anyone else could, who’s managed to shape Minseok into a greedy, weak boy, unable to say yes, unable to say no, always left for wanting for more but too confused to actually ask for it. Lu Han knows, anyway, and he gives more than Minseok can receive, but it’s never enough.
Lately, Minseok had been wondering how far has he managed to fall. Because Lu Han is his great fall, the sweetest defeat of his life. He’s starting to think his affection for Lu Han matches the affection Lu Han has always showered him with, and it’s a scary thought because Lu Han’s affection borders on obsession, and at least one of them should be able to keep his feet on the ground, but Minseok keeps falling and falling, sucked into Lu Han’s embrace. He doesn’t even remember how the ground is supposed to feel.
As he puts his hands on Lu Han’s face, tracing the lost look on his face and feeling the hesitation under his fingers, he realized he’s been waiting for this moment. He lets his touches fall like rain on Lu Han’s neck, and chest, feeling him tremble uselessly under his hand.
There’s want in Lu Han’s eyes, he wants to trap Minseok under him and never let go, but Minseok wants the same thing. He wants to take everything from Lu Han, wants to hear him shout his name, want to make him beg. He doesn’t need a confirmation, he already knows Lu Han is head over heels for him, no. But he want to show Lu Han that he’s not the only one who feels an insatiable hunger for love, not the only one who wants to take, take, until there isn’t anything more to take. There is a bundle of tangled feelings in Minseok’s chest, weighing him down, keeping him anchored to Lu Han’s mouth, sucking, biting, closing the distance between them.
He tastes blood on his lips, and maybe Lu Han likes to pretend he’s a little angry of this side of Minseok, his eyes speak for him, but the hard cock who’s shoving against Minseok’s leg, looking for friction and euphoria, is telling a different story.
“You’re enjoying this,” he blows on Lu Han’s mouth, climbing over him to have better access to Lu Han’s everything. And to steal another kiss.
Lu Han bites him this time, and he can feel muscles flexing under him, in the futile but appreciated attempt to turn them over. Even bound, Lu Han’s hands burn to touch Minseok. The thought makes him proud, but he wants to touch more than he wishes to be touched now.
“Untie me, Seok, and I’ll show you enjoying,” threatens Lu Han, but Minseok knows he has nothing to fear. Lu Han is helpless now, and the most painful revenge he could come up with is a long, rough fuck. Which isn’t a punishment at all, for Minseok.
“Nope, you’ll have all the time of the world to fuck me. I have only now.”
“To do what? Minseok, let me-”
He’s never going to hear the end of it, so he shoves the gag into Lu Han’s mouth again. It’s a pity, because he won’t be able to kiss him this way, but at least he’s preventing his dirty mouth to whisper bad, bad and tempting things at Minseok’s ear.
He doesn’t take the blindfold from the floor. Lu Han’s eyes are sexy like this, wide with anger, but the fury is stained by desire, and they flutter shut when he palms Lu Han’s cock.
He explores Lu Han’s body, learning the secrets hidden under Lu Han’s skin with his tongue and fingers, enjoying Lu Han’s shifting and twisting under him. He tries to keep Minseok away from his bellybutton, nearly kicks him in the stomach, but Minseok is stronger than he looks. He sits on Lu Han’s legs, lowers his head and tastes Lu Han’s navel with his mouth, and Lu Han’s breathy moans through the gag are paced by Minseok’s wet kisses.
He sucks Lu Han’s cock like a lollipop, taking his time, teasing the balls and the perineum. Lu Han’s breath stops, limbs taut to a painful point, when Minseok’s fingers reach his asshole, toying with it. His cock falls out of Minseok’s shiny, soft lips, and he whines, eyes hooded as he reclines his head backwards. Minseok looks at him, still playing with the entrance of his ass, probably a breath away from dragging him over the borders of insanity.
He wonders if Lu Han would beg for his cock now, like Minseok has done for him so many times. Wonders if he’ll ever be able to make Lu Han flustered to the point that he’d ask for something, anything from Minseok, be it his cock, his ass, his fingers.
Lu Han’s eyes are tightly shut, maybe there are tear at the corners, and he’s harshly panting. Sweat has started to pool in the crevices of his body, at the curve of his collarbone, in his tense navel. Hic cock has never been so red. Minseok is probably in the same conditions. Teasing Lu Han has made him more than uncomfortable, and now that they both want release, he knows he’s the only one who can give it to them.
He takes the lube, and Lu Han looks at him with terrified eyes as he coats his fingers, but Minseok surprises him once again as he starts preparing himself, with quick, almost painful scissoring motion. They’re at their limit, so he doesn’t waste time, sinking on Lu Han’s cock and taking away the gag before he starts bouncing. Lu Han meets him halfway, thrusting his tongue on Minseok’s mouth when they kiss in between messy, stuttering thrusts.
They don’t last long, and Minseok collapse on Lu Han’s chest, gingerly holding him and hiding his nose in Lu Han’s sweaty neck. He’s dead tired.
Lu Han’s voice is hesitant, in between the pants.
“You know, if you really want to top, I can always let you.”
Minseok mumbles a negative response, tightening his hold on Lu Han.
“And I’m totally alright with you handcuffing to the bed and touching me. And doing stuff to me.”
Minseok blushes. He forces the voice out of his mouth, feeling unsure and tiny. “You’re always jumping on me and touching me and I never have the time to properly debauch you too. And I’m sorry for this, I just, I wanted to let you know that I want you, even if I’m always the passive one, I want you as much as you want me. I get jealous, I want to hug you, I want you to look at me like I’m the most important thing in the world.”
He can feel Lu Han’s heartbeat under his hands, devastatingly fast. He doesn’t dare to look at Lu Han’s face, but from the warmth he feels on his neck, he’s not the only one blushing like mad.
“You are the most important thing in the world, Kim Minseok.”
“I know,” he punches Lu Han because he’s being sappy, “I just wanted you to know. I don’t show my feelings openly like you, but they’re just as stronger.”
When he finally dares to look at him, Lu Han is the portrait of happiness.
“Your feeling will never be as strong as mine. I love you more.”
He rolls his eyes, feeling his face explode. His heart is being behaving strangely, too.
“You’re so cheesy, I’m not so sure I can let you out of those handcuffs.”
“Wait, what?”
He slowly gets up, walk towards the table and pick the little key from it. It’s always been there.
Lu Han looks murderous.
“Kim Minseok!”
“No, wait, I’m never letting you out of those handcuffs!”
“I’m fucking you so hard tonight, that you won’t walk till our next comeback.”
“I’m waiting for it.”
“Kim Minseok, you little cmmph-”
The gag is very useful, he hopes the others don’t mind if he keeps it as part of the gift at the end of everything. Lu Han sends eye-daggers to him. Minseok goes to make himself a sandwich.
“If you behave I’ll untie you before the rest of the group are back,” he promises, closing the door on Lu Han’s angry moans.
Looks like he’ll have to thank the others, in the end.
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It's terribly clichè and the smut is awful and how do I even ask for forgiveness because /THE AWKWARD/ but I started writing this yesterday because I was really busy before but I wanted to do something because I utterly adore Minseok and this is all I could do on short notice. I'm sorry ;A;
Happy birthday, dearie ♥
Also, thanks to mataariki, who still has the courage to talk with me and greet me on the streets even after I force her to read crap I haven't even bothered to read myself. You're the best ilusomuch, hope you enjoy your bias' birthday as much as him. I'm totally deleting this, btw.
(Title is from Jeremih's Birthday sex. I don't know the song but the lyrics fit.)
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Minseok/Lu Han
Words: 4.2k
Warning: unforgivable smut, handcuffs, unbetaed
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Notes: Happy birthday Kim Minseok ♥ This is a poor work, but it's my tiny gift for you, I hope you spend a wonderful day *sends love*
Summary: Minseok's birthday gift is a wild Lu Han handcuffed to the bed. EXO send their regards.
It starts as a whisper on the mouth of their bandmates. Long, stolen glances between their fellow EXO-M friends whenever Minseok leaves Lu Han’s and Yixing’s room alone, Lu Han following after a couple of minutes. They try to be as inconspicuous as possible, but they know it’s not a coincidence when Yixing never tries to go back to his room if he knows Minseok is there, or the fact that Zitao always finds something to do whenever he sees they’re hanging around in his and Minseok’s shared room. They can feel the other’s eyes on their joined hands, and it makes Minseok blush and Lu Han beam, but no one dares to approach them and talk about it in public.
He knows, there’s no doubt about this, that Lu Han has discussed it with Yixing. It’s the best buddies thing, the one when they can’t stop laughing at each other and sharing secret jokes only between them, and Minseok would be jealous, really, but it’s too busy thanking the gods that exists someone else, apart from him, able to absorb Lu Han’s attention and keep him otherwise occupied long enough to allow Minseok to relax and forget about the continuous, insistent pounding of Lu Han’s voice on his head.
Minseok would really like to talk about this with someone, but he has to fight with his own shyness and the fact that he didn’t manage to build a solid friendship in EXO, not as solid as the one Yifan and Chanyeol share, or Zitao and Sehun’s, or Baekhyun and Jongdae’s. Looks like everyone has found their missing brother in the group except him, but he doesn’t feel lonely. He’ll never have the time to feel lonely now that he has Lu Han to pester him every single moment of his life. If he feels like talking, Lu Han is always there, even though they’re not sharing the best-friend-kinda-brotherly type of feelings, but Lu Han is exactly the problem, so he can’t really entrust his secrets to him this time. He’s friends with everyone in EXO. They respects him and he knows that his group of noisy kids loves him even more than he deserves, but maybe that’s the problem. They’re just kids for him, and it’s not like he’s keeping his distances or being snobbish, they totally behave like children, sometimes he wonders if he belongs to a respectable and famous kpop group or if he’s tutoring in a kindergarten. The age difference and his own awkwardness seem to hold him down, and after all, he can’t just simply walk on Jongdae on his way to the bathroom, ambush him and drag the only other Korean boy in the house who’s not married with children to talk about his little sex escapades with their common friend and bandmate, right?
It’s already bad enough that he’s fooling around with Lu Han, he doesn’t also have to taint Jongdae’s and everyone else’s innocence by talking about it in excruciating details, so he keeps it for himself. But they know. He knows they know. The managers probably know too.
Things get even worse when they come back to Seoul for the new comeback because then he has to share his rooms not with one person, but three, and Lu Han is in the same situation. And that just means that when they want to have a little time for themselves, or, better rephrased, when Lu Han wants to hog him and put his tiny, vicious hands in inappropriate but strangely sensitive places, half of the group has to mysteriously disappear. Minseok sixth sense is quick to inform him that when they’re not around to see him to be pressed under Lu Han’s body on the couch, they’re probably in some café around the dorms gossiping about them. Things get worse during the Wolf promotion, the stolen glances become open laughs, and someone even dares to make crude jokes about Minseok’s apparent inability to walk straight after Lu Han is done with him. That quickly escalate in a ‘who’s got the longer one’ challenge around the dorm. Lu Han obviously prevents Minseok from taking part in the competition, claiming that only he has the right to check Minseok’s intimate parts and that he doesn’t want to be forced to kill everyone else. Minseok surrenders, and doesn’t even bother to ask Lu Han if he won the damn thing in the end. (He didn’t, looks like Kyungsoo had a lot to give, and Sehun is still moping after a controversial second place.)
Just when he thinks that things can’t get any worse, during the Growl promotion something changes.
Luckily for him, it’s not the quality of sex, now even better than ever since the only one who’s supposedly sharing the room with him is their manager who has a girlfriend, meaning he’s never there and Lu Han’s been camping permanently in Minseok’s bed for the last three months.
No, what changes is the look their bandmates are giving them. Them, because Lu Han is being eyed suspiciously too, he’s just too happy and walking on sunshine to notice the speculative way their supposed friends are watching them, almost like hawks circling their prey.
Then, it starts. With little questions, just Kyungsoo casually asking him how things are between him and Lu Han, or Jongdae being obnoxious and asking if Lu Han is treating him properly and being - wriggling eyebrows - fair in their - quote - friendship - unquote. Except that they’re being awfully obvious, since they’re a bunch of awkward kids, like, they can’t act for shit, and he can sense that there’s something they’re not telling him. His friends are just trying to extort info from him, but he fails to see the point in any of their questions, and he’d really like to know their true purpose.
The answer comes, with the rest of the gifts, the day of his birthday. His day is free from schedules, a real miracle, but sometimes it happens when it’s your birthday and the company is feeling generous and merciful (not very often to be honest, if there are still men with a beating heart in SM, they’re hiding to avoid being eaten by their drone emotionless colleagues).
Minseok wakes up with the enlightening thought that he’s alone in the house. The others should all have schedule somewhere, and they’ll only come back in the late afternoon to take part in his birthday event together with lucky fans. For now, the house is his and only his own. He can walk around naked, make prank calls to the sasaeng fan that keeps phoning him, eat all of Kyungsoo’s chips and maybe even roll himself in Lu Han’s sheets now that the other boy is away, knowing how much it itches him when someone sleeps on his bed. On a second thought, maybe that’s not the greatest idea. Lu Han has stopped minding about Minseok’s scent between his sheets ages ago. More than that, Lu Han is usually the one who gropes Minseok everywhere and exploit every single one of his weakness to drag him to bed. And he always make sure to slide the sheets over him so that his scent is smeared everywhere with such intensity that Minseok is sure that his shameless fuckbuddy would be able to spend his entire day smelling Minseok on his pillow, smiling creepily and jerking himself. Too bad that he doesn’t need to jerk off anymore, since he now has free access to the real thing. The real thing being Minseok, in flesh, bones and utter inability to refuse Lu Han’s advances.
It could be so easy, just saying him no, but Minseok has long surrendered to Lu Han’s attention. Maybe he even likes the other boy, there’s something endearing in seeing that someone in this world is willing to pursue him with such childish determination.
He’s so engrossed in his milk and cereal, the only edible thing left in the kitchen after the passage of that hungry pack of wolves, he even giggle at himself for the clever pun, that are his bandmates, when he finally notices the neon pink post-it sticking to the orange juice empty carton.
Happy birthday hyung, says the message, written in Jongdae’s neat handwriting, we’re sorry we had to go and leave you alone on your birthday.
Not at all, thinks Minseok, considering the peaceful morning he has managed to spend so far, able to relax himself for once without being bothered by catfights and loud kids. He keeps reading, words mindlessly spilling out of his mouth.
Still, we thought it would be unfair for us not to give you a true birthday gift, and after we discussed about it all together we decided on something we really think you’d deserve.
Following the indications on the pink paper, he reaches Lu Han and Yixing’s room, hesitating before stepping inside. He freezes on the doorstep, unable to step inside, like he’s tied to the spot by invisible ropes. Which is absurd, because the bound one in the room in Lu Han, stark naked and probably uncomfortable despite the running AC and the almost equatorial temperature of the room, turning towards Minseok and whimpering piteously through the gag on his mouth. Minseok doesn’t dare to move, he’s too afraid to make a sound. It doesn’t matter since Lu Han heard him anyway, and even if he can’t see him through the black blindfold, he keeps craning his head in the direction he thinks the entrance should be, from where he heard the door swinging just a minute ago.
Minseok can’t help but stare, because this isn’t a sight he’s used to. Lu Han is impatient, an always moving, fast gremlin and Minseok has never had the opportunity to admire like this, spread on the bound and starting to blush all over because he knows Minseok is there, and maybe he can feel his eyes on his skin like invisible, awkward hands. He moans again, and Minseok can make out a request for help in his pitiful mumbling.
He finally has to move, he feels like his legs are going to give out under him if he doesn’t, and Lu Han’s head face blindly follow his steps and shakes the handcuffs, carefully secured to the solid headboard of the bed. There’s an envelope glued to the bed, near Lu Han’s clenching hands. The boy on the bed is becoming more nervous, as time passes. Minseok wonders if he can feel the shift in the air when Minseok moves, if his ears are sensible enough for him to perceive the little puffs of Minseok’s shaky breath.
Since you’re always limping and he manhandles you on every straight enough surface without even asking your permission, we assumed that he also never lets you top. Which is totally unfair and even damaging, because without equity you can’t build a solid relationship between you and your partner. We tried talking about this with Lu Han, we even tried to send hints towards you, but since you’re dense and he’s too stubborn to listen to us we decided to give you the possibility to show him what he’s missing out. Our gift for you consists in a ‘Today I top’ coupon to use necessarily today (unfortunately we couldn’t clear up his schedule for more than a couple of hours, try to be as understanding as we know you are) and a Lu Han already tied up, naked and ready for you.
Happy birthday, EXO!
Minseok lets out an airy laugh at seeing Joonmyeon’s hand this time in the large squared letters, but his incredulity worsen as he reads the message. When he’s at the last words he only wishes his members were here with him, so he can strangle them one after another.
Poor Lu Han is still whining and trying to free his hands, and there’s a hint of desperation now that he knows that Minseok is here, right next to him, but he’s still doing nothing to relieve his suffering.
Minseok’s fingers shoot to the handcuffs tying him to the bed, and Lu Han tenses and relaxes under his hands, trying to catch Minseok’s hands in his own. His reward is a loud slap on very pale and naked hips, and after emitting a protesting noise, he tries to stay still as Minseok works, this time with both hands, to free him. He stops his work only to ungag Lu Han who, judging by the rapidly increasing colour of his face, is probably very close to asphyxiation.
As soon as his mouth is free and able to emit human sounds instead of muffled moans, from those usually pouty lips erupts a waterfall of multilingual imprecations so colourful and rich in imagery and vocabulary that even Yifan would be impressed.
Minseok takes his time in untying the blindfold. In the meanwhile, Lu Han shouts, curse everyone and he’s not even half finished with enumerating the maknaes’ mothers sexual diseases, but Minseok already understands why they thought it was a good idea to gag him. Their maknaes don’t need to learn new curse words, they already cuss enough on their own. Only when it’s done, after an accurate description of what he’ll do to that pussy traitor’s ass - he means Yixing, by the way, and Minseok feels just a little jealous because the only bottom Lu Han should ever wish to break is Minseok’s, and his alone - he finally turns his attention back to Minseok.
“Can’t you untie me? My wrists hurt.”
He’s doing the kicked puppy impression. It usually works with everyone, but Minseok never sways because he’s been in close contact to Lu Han’s creepy faces for too long to let a pair of big, imploring eyes confuse him.
“I can’t,” he answers, letting himself fall on the bed and feeling Lu Han’s body slightly sliding towards his own, “we probably need the key.”
“I think it’s on the table, they wouldn’t leave me here on purpose, what if I felt sick or I need to go to the bathroom before they come back?”
Minseok gives only a slight look to the table, before answering with a resolute, “No, there isn’t any key.”
His hands falls on Lu Han’s forehead, taking sweaty hair away from his brow. It’s too hot, and he’d switch down the air conditioner, really, but he doesn’t want Lu Han to take a cold. He has to take off his clothes, though, or he won’t be able to stay inside the room for long.
He can feel Lu Han’s greedy eyes rake on his chest when he discards the shirt, and trapped in the handcuffs his writs are trembling. Minseok knows that expression. Is the one Lu Han wears when he wants to put his hands on Minseok and just touch, but he can’t, because they’re in public, because there are cameras, because Minseok is feeling grumpy as hell, because the others EXO members has tied him to the bed at the mercy of his very passive boyfriend, and while Lu Han is usually very skilful at ignoring the previous conditions, him being handcuffed to his headboard it’s not something he can simply solve on his own.
An idea starts to flutter in his brain, a crazy, dangerous, idea, and Lu Han will never never let him live this down if he does it, but there are countless possibilities for him to explore with a helpless Lu Han on his hands, and an opportunity like this doesn’t fall down the sky every day.
“So,” he starts, eyeing curiously Lu Han’s pouty mouth, “do you want to have some fun?”
Lu Han’s eyebrows furrow. He’s probably processing Minseok’s teasing words, and he knows he’se being out of character, but the slightly lost look on his Lu Han’s face is lovely.
“What do you mean? If you’re going to ride me you can make yourself comfortable,” it’s the cheeky answer, but Minseok has no such intentions. For now.
Lu Han’s had all the time in the world to get accustomed to Minseok’s body. He knows every mole, every scar, he’s kissed them countless times until he’s gotten the soft planes imprinted under his hands. He’s memorized Minseok’s weak spots, every one of them, and he knows, Minseok knows too, there’s no point in denying it, that Lu Han is the only person on the world who knows how to make him beg. And beg he does, always, for Lu Han’s mouth on him, for his hands to stop torturing, for the low, filthy imagery that Lu Han draws at his ear with his voice. He begs and cries, and he’s such a stark contrast with his usual closed self, sometimes teasing, something shy, but always in control, that he barely recognizes himself when he’s in Lu Han’s arms. This stubborn Chinese boy who loves him more than anyone else could, who’s managed to shape Minseok into a greedy, weak boy, unable to say yes, unable to say no, always left for wanting for more but too confused to actually ask for it. Lu Han knows, anyway, and he gives more than Minseok can receive, but it’s never enough.
Lately, Minseok had been wondering how far has he managed to fall. Because Lu Han is his great fall, the sweetest defeat of his life. He’s starting to think his affection for Lu Han matches the affection Lu Han has always showered him with, and it’s a scary thought because Lu Han’s affection borders on obsession, and at least one of them should be able to keep his feet on the ground, but Minseok keeps falling and falling, sucked into Lu Han’s embrace. He doesn’t even remember how the ground is supposed to feel.
As he puts his hands on Lu Han’s face, tracing the lost look on his face and feeling the hesitation under his fingers, he realized he’s been waiting for this moment. He lets his touches fall like rain on Lu Han’s neck, and chest, feeling him tremble uselessly under his hand.
There’s want in Lu Han’s eyes, he wants to trap Minseok under him and never let go, but Minseok wants the same thing. He wants to take everything from Lu Han, wants to hear him shout his name, want to make him beg. He doesn’t need a confirmation, he already knows Lu Han is head over heels for him, no. But he want to show Lu Han that he’s not the only one who feels an insatiable hunger for love, not the only one who wants to take, take, until there isn’t anything more to take. There is a bundle of tangled feelings in Minseok’s chest, weighing him down, keeping him anchored to Lu Han’s mouth, sucking, biting, closing the distance between them.
He tastes blood on his lips, and maybe Lu Han likes to pretend he’s a little angry of this side of Minseok, his eyes speak for him, but the hard cock who’s shoving against Minseok’s leg, looking for friction and euphoria, is telling a different story.
“You’re enjoying this,” he blows on Lu Han’s mouth, climbing over him to have better access to Lu Han’s everything. And to steal another kiss.
Lu Han bites him this time, and he can feel muscles flexing under him, in the futile but appreciated attempt to turn them over. Even bound, Lu Han’s hands burn to touch Minseok. The thought makes him proud, but he wants to touch more than he wishes to be touched now.
“Untie me, Seok, and I’ll show you enjoying,” threatens Lu Han, but Minseok knows he has nothing to fear. Lu Han is helpless now, and the most painful revenge he could come up with is a long, rough fuck. Which isn’t a punishment at all, for Minseok.
“Nope, you’ll have all the time of the world to fuck me. I have only now.”
“To do what? Minseok, let me-”
He’s never going to hear the end of it, so he shoves the gag into Lu Han’s mouth again. It’s a pity, because he won’t be able to kiss him this way, but at least he’s preventing his dirty mouth to whisper bad, bad and tempting things at Minseok’s ear.
He doesn’t take the blindfold from the floor. Lu Han’s eyes are sexy like this, wide with anger, but the fury is stained by desire, and they flutter shut when he palms Lu Han’s cock.
He explores Lu Han’s body, learning the secrets hidden under Lu Han’s skin with his tongue and fingers, enjoying Lu Han’s shifting and twisting under him. He tries to keep Minseok away from his bellybutton, nearly kicks him in the stomach, but Minseok is stronger than he looks. He sits on Lu Han’s legs, lowers his head and tastes Lu Han’s navel with his mouth, and Lu Han’s breathy moans through the gag are paced by Minseok’s wet kisses.
He sucks Lu Han’s cock like a lollipop, taking his time, teasing the balls and the perineum. Lu Han’s breath stops, limbs taut to a painful point, when Minseok’s fingers reach his asshole, toying with it. His cock falls out of Minseok’s shiny, soft lips, and he whines, eyes hooded as he reclines his head backwards. Minseok looks at him, still playing with the entrance of his ass, probably a breath away from dragging him over the borders of insanity.
He wonders if Lu Han would beg for his cock now, like Minseok has done for him so many times. Wonders if he’ll ever be able to make Lu Han flustered to the point that he’d ask for something, anything from Minseok, be it his cock, his ass, his fingers.
Lu Han’s eyes are tightly shut, maybe there are tear at the corners, and he’s harshly panting. Sweat has started to pool in the crevices of his body, at the curve of his collarbone, in his tense navel. Hic cock has never been so red. Minseok is probably in the same conditions. Teasing Lu Han has made him more than uncomfortable, and now that they both want release, he knows he’s the only one who can give it to them.
He takes the lube, and Lu Han looks at him with terrified eyes as he coats his fingers, but Minseok surprises him once again as he starts preparing himself, with quick, almost painful scissoring motion. They’re at their limit, so he doesn’t waste time, sinking on Lu Han’s cock and taking away the gag before he starts bouncing. Lu Han meets him halfway, thrusting his tongue on Minseok’s mouth when they kiss in between messy, stuttering thrusts.
They don’t last long, and Minseok collapse on Lu Han’s chest, gingerly holding him and hiding his nose in Lu Han’s sweaty neck. He’s dead tired.
Lu Han’s voice is hesitant, in between the pants.
“You know, if you really want to top, I can always let you.”
Minseok mumbles a negative response, tightening his hold on Lu Han.
“And I’m totally alright with you handcuffing to the bed and touching me. And doing stuff to me.”
Minseok blushes. He forces the voice out of his mouth, feeling unsure and tiny. “You’re always jumping on me and touching me and I never have the time to properly debauch you too. And I’m sorry for this, I just, I wanted to let you know that I want you, even if I’m always the passive one, I want you as much as you want me. I get jealous, I want to hug you, I want you to look at me like I’m the most important thing in the world.”
He can feel Lu Han’s heartbeat under his hands, devastatingly fast. He doesn’t dare to look at Lu Han’s face, but from the warmth he feels on his neck, he’s not the only one blushing like mad.
“You are the most important thing in the world, Kim Minseok.”
“I know,” he punches Lu Han because he’s being sappy, “I just wanted you to know. I don’t show my feelings openly like you, but they’re just as stronger.”
When he finally dares to look at him, Lu Han is the portrait of happiness.
“Your feeling will never be as strong as mine. I love you more.”
He rolls his eyes, feeling his face explode. His heart is being behaving strangely, too.
“You’re so cheesy, I’m not so sure I can let you out of those handcuffs.”
“Wait, what?”
He slowly gets up, walk towards the table and pick the little key from it. It’s always been there.
Lu Han looks murderous.
“Kim Minseok!”
“No, wait, I’m never letting you out of those handcuffs!”
“I’m fucking you so hard tonight, that you won’t walk till our next comeback.”
“I’m waiting for it.”
“Kim Minseok, you little cmmph-”
The gag is very useful, he hopes the others don’t mind if he keeps it as part of the gift at the end of everything. Lu Han sends eye-daggers to him. Minseok goes to make himself a sandwich.
“If you behave I’ll untie you before the rest of the group are back,” he promises, closing the door on Lu Han’s angry moans.
Looks like he’ll have to thank the others, in the end.
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It's terribly clichè and the smut is awful and how do I even ask for forgiveness because /THE AWKWARD/ but I started writing this yesterday because I was really busy before but I wanted to do something because I utterly adore Minseok and this is all I could do on short notice. I'm sorry ;A;
Happy birthday, dearie ♥
Also, thanks to mataariki, who still has the courage to talk with me and greet me on the streets even after I force her to read crap I haven't even bothered to read myself. You're the best ilusomuch, hope you enjoy your bias' birthday as much as him. I'm totally deleting this, btw.
(Title is from Jeremih's Birthday sex. I don't know the song but the lyrics fit.)