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Minho would have just walked in and done his shift as the days before, but tonight he feels like wanting for a little reminiscing. Years of handwritten lab reports and sleepless nights and memorizing terms only to be stuck in a random convenience store far from the city. His father pat him on the back the day he's moving, trying to cope that at least his only child and son had a job. Minho thinks it's the fault of national employment issue (or more like globally in fact).
It's not that he hates his mundane life now, he's content with it. He just thinks he deserved something more and better after wasting his early 20s in one of the top ten colleges in South Korea.
Fuck the job market, as always.
"Can't you just zoning out inside? I wanna go home soon." Seungmin in his trademark oversized uniform complains as soon as he enters, more than ready to leave his day shift with his stupid old-fashioned satchel.
Minho merely scoffs and drops his things below the counter. But seconds later couldn't resist to snark back, a habit from working every single day with one insufferable, ragebaiting man like Kim fucking Seungmin. "And what? Watching your favorite drama slop?"
Seungmin stops between the automatic sliding doors, shooting a side glare that comes as nothing close to threatening or worth taken seriously with such a sweet, cute face. It's unfair that a menace like him is checking the list of Minho's exact type. Caring, attentive, diligent (except when it comes to cleaning for some fucking reason), kind, humble, and most importantly, naturally cute.
"None of your business, PhD loser." He sticks his tongue and the doors shut before Minho could dish back another insult.
"Yak!"
The place he worked at rarely gets a customer at night, considering the location. So Minho just spends the night either learning the recent dance trend and uploading it on TikTok (he has decent followers as Handsome Cashier Guy who Dances Well) or cleaning the place, cause he doesn't trust Seungmin for that.
He goes inside the storage room to pick the mop and bucket after done sweeping, turning on the light only to find the back door is ajar.
Minho clicks his tongue.
That fucking guy.
He's going to slam the door shut out of annoyance, only for his heart to stop beating at the shocking, unexpected sight of Seungmin and someone in black jacket pressing too close and feeling each other shamelessly in the back alley of the store, completely unaware of his presence.
Minho closes the door carefully then, couldn't be more glad it's not the type that screech aloud like a man suffering from kidney stones, leaving the smallest opening to peek through whatever random hookup he stumbled into by pure accident. Wanna go home soon, my ass.
“Ahjussi.” Something sinks in his gut, goosebumps crawling his back. Seungmin seems way too eager, needy. Far away from the same guy calling him insult before. It does something to him. "I miss you so much.”
The other man sneaks a hand behind Seungmin, resting on the back of his head. He seems nice, gentle, reliable. Only for his mouth to split into a grin, hungry and eerie, breaking Minho's naive assumption right away. “Minnie. My sweet little Minnie. All grown up.”
Seungmin is pulled into a kiss–well if it could even be called one, humming in content despite how he's sucked and licked and pulled by tongue and teeth of a person exhibiting animalistic tendencies far from humanity. Lamb reveling in the way it is ravaged by the ravenous wolf to the bones.
Once it ends, Minho is greeted by the detailed look of cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering close to shut, spit-slick lips slightly agape from each soundless pant, and broken strings of saliva flopping down onto his larger shirt. Seungmin surrenders by honed instinct to be undressed then, unwrapped and teared to shreds like a Christmas gift by impatient child.
Now this is where Minho should leave and mind his own goddamn business. Go back to the front, fill the bucket with water and solution, and start mopping the floor–God, he doesn't wear anything inside!
Minho does fantasize about what Seungmin's naked body would look like. But nothing, nothing of it will come even close to the real thing right in front of him. Slim body being wrapped in smooth layers of flawless skin, hardening nipples standing out among the decent landscape of his torso, tiny cock trickling clear pearls of arousal, bush barely growing after shaving, and the main deal would be the glistening thick mounds below being equally wet as the cock.
He looks tantalizing. Ripe for the taking.
"Please, ahjussi."
Seungmin chokes on his spit, second pleading left unsaid just as both dainty arms pulled behind with ease, folded to the dip of his back and remains there by one strong hand. Other set of firm fingers twisting the erect nipple. Seungmin squeaks, arching his back into the perfect shape of taut bow, something beyond his usual way of bending his waist on the counter and wriggling his decent ass to the air. Thinking Minho wouldn't notice, wouldn't reconstruct the exact pose in his wildest imagination.
The same fingers slide down soon, gliding through soft, flat tummy to squeeze the small cock all of sudden. The loud moan is instantaneous, sending jolts of electricity down Minho's spine. It doesn't take long for Seungmin to come accompanied by sharp jerk of body. Minho barely registers the sound of zipper, too enamored at the fact that Seungmin is super sensitive and the way his little cock spurting release upon release with the consistency of 1:3 ratio of condensed milk and water.
Breath shuddering, Seungmin pries open his trembling legs to keep himself steady, grounded from slumping down right there, and perhaps to let what appears to be a massive, bulky cock by the glimpse of it to eventually nudge against his own from behind. Such length makes Minho puny in comparison, let alone Seungmin. That thing could penetrate straight to the womb, depositing thick loads of fresh seeds right to the most fertile, sacred spot of his crush. A dizzying thought.
That man should just breach right in. Seungmin must have been aroused enough at this point, wet enough with generous amount of lubrication oozing few droplets down to the pile of clothes on the cold ground. And he seems to think the exact same thoughts as Minho.
Seungmin gasps, half-lidded eyes falling to Minho's direction. His stomach lurches. Would he be the type to get tighter if he's aware someone else is watching? He catches whimper instead of answer. It has started. “Ahjussi, big. Big hhhh “
Free hand wraps around Seungmin's neck, holding him in place for his body to be used and played. The veins are pronounced, a contrast to innocent face wincing in pleasure and pain. Minho throbs, the man grunts. “Five years and still so tight."
Seungmin squirms despite his conscious attempt to remain still and pliant. It is brutal obviously, unforgiving insertion without a break, without time to properly adjust. Tight walls desperately trying to accommodate, to welcome back something monstrous which had carved itself inside permanently without an ounce of mercy.
"That's right, Minnie. Let ahjussi in." The tone is faux affable, fangs and claws over the bleeding lamb. Seungmin must have tasted heavenly, judging by the intoxicated expression. He shouldn't be savored in one quick messy feast, he needs to be lapped and sucked and bitten chunks upon chunks.
What looks like time stagnation is shattered by full body spasm, dazed eyes rolled up to the back leaving white sclera remaining, mouth agape in soundless scream; signs of successful breaching. Minho is fully awake now in his groin.
"Who do you belong to?" The question pierces through the viscous tension, to reiterate the absolute truth for every witness existing. That Minho could never have Seungmin, could never taste his body, could never have Seungmin behave the same way to him.
Seungmin babbles without hesitation, fully rendered cock dumb. “You–you, ahjussi. Your Minnie. Yours, yours."
That earns him a propelling shove back inside his deepest part, rapidly turning into a session of true man cock bludgeoning Seungmin's hot and clenching pussy, punching out delighted, uncharacteristic squeals in each hit. Nothing compared to every little demeanor before.
Minho shouldn't get turned on from that. Watching his crush being dominated by a man twice his age, watching him stark naked against black jacket and dressy casual clothes, watching him fucked stupid and reverting to his true eagerly submissive self.
Unfortunately, Minho is a weak soul.
Cold, clammy fingers pries open his pants and boxer, collecting the nonstop precum and spreading it throughout his hard cock. He spits on his palm for more, start matching the rhythm of him fucking into his fist with the squelching sound of Seungmin pulled to meet the rapid thrust again and again.
Seungmin looks utterly lost, broken and numbed by equally great pain and pleasure, wrecked by another orgasm, quieter this time, overshadowed by the actions done upon him. Tonight he is simply a body, a hole for pleasure. A true, perfect living cock sleeve.
In his fantasy, Minho would take the time, planting kiss in each span of milky skin, throat and down to belly and down to thighs. He would drink on the rare sight of Seungmin being silent and quivering, feeling him tightened on his fingers. He would go slow, whispering to his lips if it hurts, if he needs some more time to breath.
But this.
This is better.
This is infinitely better.
The climax is impending. The veiny hands retract in a flash, now big arms circle onto the curve of Seungmin's small waist and constrict like snake. Clothed torso flushed against bare back thinly-layered with sweats, moisture clinging to the fabric.
"Bear my child."
They are bursting at the same time. The older man right onto the womb, Minho to the door. The hardest, most satisfying ejaculation he ever had.
Seungmin convulsing in each blast of virile sperm. The excess mixing with slick and come dripping down a gush to his trousers and shirt below. He will go home smelled of nothing but sex. It will not dry out right away, wet and sticky against his sweating skin. Each step home would have the remaining cum cascading down from his reddened pussy, further drenching his trousers.
Minho grips his half-hard cock again.
And pumping it again.
Minho feels like something in him has been utterly demolished, broken and reshaped into an insatiable guilty pleasure that demands masturbation as its sacrifice. He jerks off thrice tonight, twice in the very same place Seungmin is obliterated into an obscene, breathtaking mess.
“What's with you today?"
Think of the crush and he shall appears for his shift. Minho shouldn't have chance a glance at Seungmin. Now his blissful face of pleasure and the sound of skin slapping are full force on his brain once more.
"So quiet. This isn't like you at all."
Did they fuck at home, too–wait, no, Seungmin still lives in his parents' house. Maybe they sneaked inside his room? Seungmin letting himself folded into a mating press, the cock slid through with ease. Did he keep the sperm inside with a plug, fertilizing his egg and being guaranteed of bearing the child of an old man?
Fuck, he's hard again.
"Are you even listening? Yak, Lee Minho."
He's cursing himself for being unable to leave, glued to the clean tiles. Shame and guilt and arousal boiling inside him, swirling altogether inside the melting pot of what he feels for one Kim Seungmin.
“Wait, you're really sick?" He really is maybe. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean.” The usual mild irritation melts into a genuine concerned look. God. It makes him feel bad even more now. Why can't the ground just open and eat him away?
Seungmin rummages through his satchel. The bag brings a new little detail to the event haunting his conscience. It was carelessly dropped away, close to the eventual spot of fallen trousers and shirt, proof of longing and lust blinding all common senses. The leather probably has some drained stains from that night.
"Here. Drink this before sleep. Don't forget to eat and stay hydrated, okay?"
Minho finally leaves with paracetamol and fresh cum inside his boxer.
Minho sighs his frustration to the palms covering his face. The absence of boner somewhat even more frustrating than the constant presence of it. What kind of person constantly aroused from the memory of their crush being fucked to oblivion by not just a mere someone else, but a fucking middle-aged man twice their age?!
He knows, he fucking knows he should stop. But he can't! That's the problem! His boner is superior over his morals. It's just too good, addicting even.
Minho snaps out of his pathetic wallowing to the sudden sound of notification.
A message?
Annoyingmin:
I would never send this if not because of ahjussi.
It's a thank-you gift for fulfilling his recent kink.
Don't reply.
(,,⩌︿⩌,,)
That makes him freeze with dread. A link of video comes next in a blurred thumbnail as Minho barely processes what just happened. If someone goes inside his room, they must have seen him with his eyeballs bulging out the most he ever did in his life, as comical as this whole predicament.
So they knew all along?! But how–
Oh.
Oh.
Cold realization washes over his skins. Of course they fucking knew. He turned on the light that night!
Minho pulls his hair and groans hysterically, contemplating whether to delete it for himself and keep pretending nothing ever happened that day and night or decide to screw it and damning himself down to a wrong, treacherous path with no way back.
He needs to be better. He can't keep being like this! He needs to clean his mind. He has to repent for prolonging indulgence in something awful like this. He–
Minho taps it, cock heavy on his hand already.
It turns out to be a smooth recording he knows too well was done by the latest release of Korean smartphone brand (of course he's fucking a rich Rich man). It's shot from above, giving him the highest quality, delicious sight of nude Seungmin. Supple and pliant on top of silk sheets.
Seungmin gazes with adoration, with pure submission and ecstacy. Like he's looking straight to Minho himself beyond the screen.
"Ahjussi."
Girthy cock stretching him to the brim as response, bringing a satisfied sigh and open smile.
Minho starts again.