After just a few minutes of getting ready for the night (Seo-Jun had taken the time to explain everything thoroughly the last time they were doing it, actually to show him how the "loosing up" part is done; so he knew what to do), Minho felt a strange mix of frustration and reluctance. He hopped into a cab, the city lights blurring past him, each passing moment heightening his anxiety about what was to come.
Arriving at Seo-Jun's house, he noticed the door was already unlocked, a silent invitation for him to step inside. As he walked through the familiar hallway, a sense of dread washed over him. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and head home, curl up in his bed, and forget about the evening ahead. But he steeled himself, biting his tongue to suppress the urge to back out.
With a deep breath, he pushed open the door to Seo-Jun's room. The sight that greeted him was exactly as he had expected: Seo-Jun lounged on his bed, a playful smirk dancing across his face, as if he had been waiting just for this moment.
And just like that, they began doing what had to be done: having sex.
Minho was trying to keep his breathing under control and to keep his moans in, each inhale feeling heavier than the last, and he was determined to refuse to give up and show Seo-Jun his weak side. Seo-Jun, "ever the supportive partner", was helping Minho to feel the full enjoyment from the process. With a firm grip, Seo-Jun had lifted Minho's legs, positioning them so that both of them were facing the huge wardrobe mirror. This way, Minho could see everything clearly, every single pulling in and out, every single breath he took, every face Seo-Jun was making while trying to keep this position steady.
As they both pushed through the act, their breaths grew heavier, mingling in the air with the sound of exertion. Minho, feeling the burn in his back and ass, instinctively closed his eyes, trying to suppress the pain that shot through him with each pull in and out. But Seo-Jun was not having it; his annoyance bubbled up, and he snapped, "Stop closing your eyes." With a swift, almost forceful motion, he turned Minho's face back toward the mirror, his tone a mix of frustration and urgency. "I am trying very hard to show you the whole view... this position is not very comfortable, you know…", his own breathing becoming laboured as he continued to push Minho forward. "but… since… I saw you… last time… you really enjoyed the view." he gasped, the effort evident in his voice. A smirk played on his lips, adding a playful edge to the intensity of the moment. "So stop holding your enjoyment so much." But for Minho, that smirk only fuelled the fire of his frustration. He felt the rage building up, a mix of embarrassment and anger at being so vulnerable and humiliated because of Seo-Jun. The pressure not to show any kind of enjoyment through his movements was mounting, and with each passing second, he was on the verge of losing himself to the emotions swirling inside him.
Minho thought to himself, "I won't show you anything, you bastard! I must endure it this time!" He tried to reassure himself, pulling his face away from Seo-Jun's intense gaze and the mirror reflecting their action that was just in front of them. He closed his eyes tightly, focusing on the rhythm of his breathing.
Seo-Jun smirked, clearly he noticed Minho was trying very hard to stop his body from completely devoting itself to the sex. He licked Minho's ear, leaning in close, whispering playfully, "I want to see you cum." The unexpected intimacy sent a jolt of shock through Minho, a sudden pleasurable sensation slicing through him like a knife, leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable. "NO, NO! Hold it, Minho! Come on, you can't be enjoying this! He is the bad guy, and I am here for the mission! Not to just have sex with him!" he thought, battling the mix of frustration and an undeniable enjoyment. Despite his best efforts to resist, he couldn't shake off this delightful feeling. "But… it feels… so good when he talks to me like that … next to my ear…" he thought, trying to push through the enjoyment, but in vain…
Seo-Jun, noticing the shift in Minho's body, he was starting to really show his enjoyment. Seo-Jun raised an eyebrow with a smirk and teased, "See, you are starting to relax. Let it go now…" He increased the intensity of his body movements, pushing his cock faster in Minho's ass, his breath becoming even heavier, but there was a pleasure in his tone. Minho realised that, surprisingly, he did start to let his pleasure out this time. As the minutes ticked by, their movements became more intense, and Seo-Jun leaned closer, whispering in his low, encouraging voice, "Fuck…" while gripping Minho's ass tightly. In that moment, Seo-Jun couldn't help but think, "This… feels even better than our previous time…" feeling a true pleasure surge within him.
Minho wanted to slow down because at this point he was feeling like someone was drilling a hole in his lower body. With beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, he gasped, "Sir... can... you slow down...?" The moment he spoke, Seo-Jun's expression shifted dramatically. He snapped out of the pleasure of the sex he was indulging in, his annoyance was visible. "I told you not to call me sir while we are having sex. Call me by my name…" he said, his tone sharp and uncompromising. It was clear he was in a different mindset, one that didn't acknowledge Minho's struggle.
Minho, feeling the burn in his body as Seo-Jun was refusing to slow down and the strain on his lungs, pushed through the pain. Desperation tinged his voice as he tried again, "Seo…Jun… can you… slow down?" But instead of yielding, Seo-Jun seemed invigorated by Minho's plea, a smirk playing on his lips as he felt the same pleasurable sensation, like the last time, surge within him.
The usual form of sex was now morphing into a battle of wills, and with each passing moment, Minho found himself screaming—not from the pleasure his body was receiving from the stimulation inside of him but from the overwhelming pain in his back.
As the minutes dragged on, it felt like an eternity for Minho, his body screaming for relief. Finally, when both of them reached their merciful limits and came, Seo-Jun let Minho drop back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. The intense intimate act had come to an end, but the lingering effects of Seo-Jun's relentless push remained etched in Minho's mind, leaving him both exhausted and angry.
Seo-Jun smirked, a playful glint in his eye, and said, "That's more like it!" as he gently grabbed Minho's dick, slick with sperm from the ejaculation. "I fancy it when you enjoy the sex as well." Minho felt a rush of heat rise to his cheeks, his knees nearly buckling under the sudden surge of emotions. He barely managed to muster the strength to shout, "Don't touch me like that!" while still gasping for air.
Seo-Jun's smirk widened as he leaned in closer, his voice teasing as he asked, "Why not? You are scared, you would cum again? Do it." Minho shut his eyes tight, bracing himself for the inevitable continuation of their act, resigned to the thought that he might have to endure it all over again.
But in a surprising twist, Seo-Jun let out a sarcastic laugh, releasing his grip and slipping into his bathrobe, leaving Minho momentarily stunned.
Minho's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart racing as he feared that Seo-Jun would make him have sex again. He pushed himself up to sit on the bed, feeling a slight resurgence of strength as he regained his breath and composure. After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "Sir… why do you want me to say your name while we are doing it?" Seo-Jun, still adjusting his robe with his back turned, replied casually, "I fancy hearing my name being said out loud, especially while fucking. It makes it more satisfying and helps me cum easier. Not to mention the feeling of dominance." The comment made Minho blush even deeper, and he quickly looked away, a mix of embarrassment and pride flooding through him.
Seo-Jun caught a glimpse of Minho's flushed cheeks from the corner of his eye, and a smirk spread across his face as he turned around, stepping closer to the bed. "Of course… it depends on who is saying it. If I don't like the way it is being said, I don't fuck with that person again." he said with a teasing tone, his voice smooth and confident. Minho felt his face heat up even more at the "compliment", thinking to himself, "That means… He likes the way I say his name?!" His heart raced as he gathered the courage to meet Seo-Jun's gaze. Then his curiosity kicked in hard, still blushing, he asked, "Do you… get hard when you hear your name being said?"
With a swift motion, Seo-Jun playfully pushed Minho back onto the bed, leaning in closer, their faces just inches apart. "Try and see." he confirmed, his eyes glinting with mischief. The suddenness of the action made Minho turn his face away, trying to hide from Seo-Jun's smirking gaze as he mumbled, "No! I won't…" feeling utterly flustered. But in his embarrassment, he turned to face the wardrobe instead, which only prompted Seo-Jun to smirk again, clearly enjoying the moment. "Then let me ask you something as well… you enjoy seeing my face when I cum, right?" he asked, his tone teasing.
Minho's blush deepened as he realised the implications of Seo-Jun's words, feeling the playful tension in the air. Seo-Jun then added, "Especially in the reflection of the mirror…" .
In a burst of energy, Minho pushed Seo-Jun away and quickly stood up, shouting, "NO! I DON'T ENJOY IT! We are done now, right?! I will be going then!" He hurriedly gathered his things, dressed up, his heart still racing, and rushed out of the room. Left behind, Seo-Jun chuckled to himself, smirking as he said, "I fancy it more when they play hard to get." enjoying the playful game they had just started.
As Minho hurried out of the house, glancing back to make sure Seo-Jun wasn't following him, his mind raced with thoughts. "If I had stayed one more minute, I was going to either kill him or have sex with him again… I admit he has some kind of magic appearance that makes me want to…" he pondered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger. The pleasure of their earlier interaction lingered in his mind, and he couldn't shake this stupid feeling off…
He quickened his pace, trying to clear his head, but every time he thought about Seo-Jun's teasing smirk or the way their bodies were indulging in the sex, his heart would flutter. "NO, NO! Stop thinking about this, Minho! I have to stick to the mission! Being with him only for a couple of hours at night is not enough to get any information against him… I must think of a way to spend more time with him… but what should I do?" he considered, envisioning scenarios where they could spend time together without causing any suspicion.
As he walked, Minho realised that he needed a stable strategy that could ensure they become closer. He couldn't just let this opportunity slip away…