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Eric sits on the bed, nervously fidgeting with the sheets, his clothes, his hair. He wants everything to be perfect, absolutely nothing out of place. It’s his first Valentine’s Day with his boyfriend, after all.He stands to look in the mirror, smoothes out the lace babydoll top, adjusts the matching panties, straightens the bow in his hair. The pink of his lipstick matches the pale shade of his lingerie, and he starts to second guess his choices, wonders if he should just take it all off. Maybe this color doesn’t look good on him after all, maybe he looks ridiculous, maybe—The front door opens just as he’s bending down to take off his heels, and he quickly abandons that thought, straightening up and hurrying back over to the bed. He arranges himself in what he hopes is an enticing image, laying on his side with one of his legs slightly curled up, his top covering him just enough to show only a small glimpse of his panties, leaning his head on one arm. He’s tucking his hair behind his ear when the door to the bedroom opens, and he drops his hand to his side. “Hi, hyung,” he says softly, heart in his throat as his boyfriend takes in the sight before him.Changmin makes a small, pleased noise in the back of his throat, closing the door behind him before his cat can wind her way through his legs and into the room. He ignores her cries in favor of stepping up to Eric’s prone figure, running a finger along his arm, very much intrigued. “When I told you to sit here nice and pretty for me,” he says, smiling, “I didn’t expect for you to take me literally.”Eric flushes, glancing down at the bag in Changmin’s hand. “What did you go get?”It’s not a secret, it seems, because Changmin readily opens the bag, showing its contents. The things that he had rushed out of the house to purchase on Valentine’s Day. Eric peeks inside to find… lube. And a lighter. He sits up to hold them both in his hands with some confusion. “There are other ways to warm up the lube,” he says, and it earns him a smack on the thigh.“Don’t be stupid, baby,” Changmin says, trying not to laugh, taking the items and putting them on the bedside table. He watches with some satisfaction as Eric lays down on his back as soon as he hears the petname, their signal to the start of a scene. “There’s my good baby boy. Don’t move.”Eric stares at the ceiling as Changmin shuffles around, opens drawers, takes off his clothes. This is the hardest part of being submissive: staying still, not looking, not fidgeting. That’s probably why Changmin likes it so much. There’s power in getting Eric to restrain himself.The distinct sound of a thumb flicking at the lighter. Eric swallows hard in anticipation as he realizes what the lighter must be for.Changmin climbs onto the bed and into Eric’s view, smiling. There’s rope in his hand and his harness around his hips, with his bright pink cock, Eric’s favorite. “Will you behave if I kiss you?” he asks, and when Eric eagerly nods, he leans down, his lips pressing gently to Eric’s pliant mouth. “Good boy.” He pulls away, reaching up to tie Eric’s wrists to the headboard.There’s pink lipstick clinging to the corner of Changmin’s mouth, enticing. Eric whines, just a little, but it’s enough for Changmin to place his hand on Eric’s cheek, a threat. “I just called you a good boy. Don’t make me have to ruin this pretty little face of yours.”On any other night, Eric would be perfectly fine with that. Even now, he trembles with restraint, biting the inside of his cheek as his arousal grows with each passing moment. But… he wants to be good tonight. He wants to be pretty.Changmin slides his finger along the slope of Eric’s nose, across his cheekbone, following the line of his jaw. “There we go. You can speak when I have my cock in you.”Eric swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth and nods. He watches silently as his boyfriend lifts the hem of his babydoll top and folds it over his chest, leaving his stomach exposed. His breathing gets heavy with anticipation, his thighs pressing together.Changmin shifts, pulling Eric’s legs apart and getting between them, and he presses his fingers directly against the wet spot forming on Eric’s panties. “Aw,” he says teasingly, as Eric holds his breath to stop himself from making noise, “my poor baby. Don’t need the lube today, do you?” Still, even though Eric shakes his head, he pulls away to grab the bottle, slicking up his cock. With a sigh, he rubs the tip along Eric’s clothed cunt, lube staining Eric’s underwear along with his slick. “Want it?”The cock sliding between his folds makes it hard to think, but Eric manages a nod and is rewarded with his panties pushed to the side and Changmin finally sinking into him. His breath hitches at the stretch, thighs squeezing at Changmin’s waist. The lube was a good idea. Changmin really knows what Eric needs best, knows how to take care of him, how to push him to his limits but never past them. “Hyung,” Eric moans, squirming, tugging at his restraints. “Hyung, you’re so good to me….”Changmin moans in response, leaning down to kiss Eric, hands moving from Eric’s thighs to his waist to his chest. His fingers tease at Eric’s nipples over the lace fabric. “My pretty boy, you make me want to toss all of my plans out of the window and just fuck you all night. Look at you, all dressed up for me, being good just for me.” He pinches a nipple, tugs, feels it harden beneath his fingers as Eric gasps and groans. “But I do have plans for you, baby.”“Hyung, please…”“Please what?” Changmin sits up, tugging at Eric’s hips, making sure he’s firmly placed on Changmin’s cock, barely a sliver of pink visible. “What do you want hyung to do for you?” he asks, voice dangerously sweet.Eric almost falls into Changmin’s trap, but he catches himself just in time. He wants to be good, to please his boyfriend. “Whatever you want to do to me,” he says.“Good boy,” Changmin says, and Eric melts into the sheets.Eric’s head already feels a bit fuzzy as Changmin reaches over to the bedside table. All he can focus on is Changmin above him, between his thighs, cock deep inside of him. One of Changmin’s hands still squeezes at Eric’s chest absentmindedly, pulling little whines from Eric’s throat. He feels good like this, warming Changmin’s cock; he doesn’t know how it’s supposed to get better.Changmin straightens up, waits for Eric’s eyes to focus on him. “Still with me, Ericcie?” he asks, but he sounds a million miles away with how Eric locks on to the candle in his hand.A snap. Eric’s eyes cross as he looks at the fingers in front of him before moving his gaze to Changmin’s face. “Oh,” he says, realizing he didn’t answer, “yes, hyung. I’m here, I want it, please, hyung.”Changmin looks him over for a moment before nodding. “Okay, baby. I’m gonna write my name on your stomach. Ready?”Eric opens his mouth to respond and moans instead, as the first drop of wax hits his skin. This is how it gets better. He clenches down around Changmin’s cock, wraps his legs around Changmin’s waist. The next drop doesn’t come until he’s stopped moving, and he knows that Changmin wants to make it neat and pretty for him, wants to mark him up and claim him, make him hurt good, but he can’t stop himself from squirming each time he feels the heat. “More, please,” he says.“Hm,” Changmin lets another drop of wax fall, finally done with the first stroke of his name. “Gonna try again with that request?”Nodding, Eric settles, tries not to move too much. “Please, hyung, can I have more? It can be hotter, it can hurt more. Please.”“Be good and still for me, and I’ll give it to you.”It takes a moment for Eric to actually stop moving, lying pliant on the bed as he waits for Changmin to decide if he’s being good. He watches with dizzying anticipation as the candle is held closer to his body, desperately hoping for the melted wax to pool and overflow onto his skin. His cunt leaks, and he tries to brace himself—Pain causes pleasure to shoot straight down to his clit, his cunt pulsing as the wax hits him quickly, a steady drip that has him tilting his head back with a loud moan. He grinds down onto Changmin’s cock, panting heavily, whining when Changmin straightens the candle and pulls it back.“Halfway done, pretty,” Changmin says with a smile. He waits for Eric to calm down, sliding his fingers along Eric’s stomach, thumb testing the cooling wax. “I’ll be quick.”“Please, hyung, please. Want it, want it so bad,” Eric rambles, and he moans when Changmin gives it to him, candle tilted above his stomach, dripping fast and hot. It’s on the edge of too hot, close enough to bring tears to his eyes, far enough to make him see white and bring him to orgasm. He clenches down around Changmin and comes, feels some of the wax rolling across his torso from how he arches his back, feels Changmin shallowly fucking into him, drawing out his orgasm. He tugs at his restraints, readjusts his legs around Changmin’s waist, thrashes around.The pleasure tapers off, leaving a dull ache in his core from how hard he came. It feels so good, he clenches down again, clinging to Changmin’s cock as he pulls out. “Hyung,” he says, more of a mumble with the way his brain isn’t working correctly, much less his mouth. “Felt so good, hyung. It was good, I feel good.”“Yeah?” Changmin lifts himself up, removing his cock and harness with deft fingers that make Eric feel dizzy. “Training you well, hm? I didn’t even need to fuck you that time, baby.”Eric nods, says, “Mhm,” like he’s actually listening to what Changmin is saying instead of just staring at where Changmin’s slick is dripping down his thigh. He wants to make him feel good, return the favor. His boyfriend is so good to him, always treats him so well; he deserves a turn.Changmin sees right through him, grinning as he climbs higher on the bed, knees around Eric’s shoulders. “Can you even do this without your hands?” he teases, hovering over Eric’s face.“Yes,” Eric says, though he tugs at the rope again. “Yes, I can, I can do it, I’ll be good, hyung, please.” He lifts his head, tongue out, so eager that he doesn’t care about the saliva already spilling from his mouth.With a small hum, Changmin lowers himself, sits on Eric’s face with a sweet moan. His slick immediately drenches Eric’s chin, as Eric slides his tongue between Changmin’s folds readily. One of Changmin’s hands slips into Eric’s hair, tugging harshly, pulling groans out of him. “Fuck. Fuck, baby, just like that, you’re doing so good.”Those words make Eric want to pull Changmin closer, smother himself in Changmin’s cunt, eat him out forever. He groans again, working his tongue past Changmin’s entrance, sliding up to his tease his clit. He wants to make Changmin come, he knows he can do it, especially when Changmin is so close already. His lips wrap around Changmin’s clit and he sucks, presses his tongue against that spot Changmin really likes…Changmin comes, gushes right into his mouth, and Eric moans loudly, muffled by Changmin’s cunt, clenching around nothing as he feels a weak wave of pleasure rush through him. It’s so good, especially when Changmin reaches back and plays with Eric’s clit, rubbing against him with quick, harsh circles that have him tensing up and coming all over again, until the world fades out.It all comes back into focus very suddenly, and Eric is disoriented as he glances around. “Hyung?”Changmin stands from where he was kneeling at the side of the bed, shutting a drawer and climbing back on top of the sheets. “Ericcie,” he says softly, reaching out to rub at Eric’s wrists. “Finally here?”His free wrists. How long have they been untied?The more Eric looks around, the more he realizes how clean he is. His thighs are dry— and so is his face, for that matter. The rope and Changmin’s harness are already out of sight, probably stashed away in their proper places. The candle has been snuffed out, wax already cooled.He looks down and breathes a sigh of relief.“Oh, Ericcie,” Changmin laughs, tugging Eric close, fingers dancing along Eric’s stomach, “I wasn’t going to peel it off without you!”Eric whines, though it’s ruined by his own laugh bubbling up in his throat. “Don’t make fun of me! You fucked me so good, I blacked out; you can’t blame me for being a little confused.” His head still feels a bit fuzzy, though Changmin grounds him with each soft touch.Still giggling, Changmin reaches down, scratches his nail at the wax sticking to Eric’s skin. Slowly, he tugs at the edge, pulling it up until it breaks off. He does it again and again, as Eric sighs in pleasure, squeezing his thighs together. “Look at you,” he whispers, running his hands gently over the red, sensitive skin. “So, so pretty.”The slight pain of the wax peeling from his skin, the sight of Changmin’s name— slightly wobbly and trailing off at the end— branded onto his stomach, the way Changmin touches him so gently, looks at him so sweetly, it all takes Eric’s breath away. He aches deep in his core, but fuck if he wouldn’t go again.When Changmin finishes with the wax, he gets up to toss it, coming back with aloe gel and a small box. He smiles at Eric’s curious look, settling back down on the bed. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, passing the box over.It’s chocolate, the kind that both of them like, sweet enough for Eric but not too sweet for Changmin. Eric smiles back and says, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Changminnie. Sorry, my gift was the lingerie.”“And what a wonderful gift it was!” Changmin gets back into his previous position, his head on Eric’s shoulder, his hand on Eric’s stomach. This time, he spreads soothing gel along the tender marks on Eric’s skin. “Besides, I got that for us to share; my gift was my cock.”Eric shakes his head and laughs, putting a piece of chocolate to Changmin’s lips. This man really is the love of his life.