Minho should learn to be less of a brat.

In the heat of the moment, that's exactly what he's thinking—maybe he shouldn't have pushed Chan's buttons today. He didn't see this coming.

"Stay still." Chan cradles the back of Minho's neck, his long fingers just barely pressing into the skin and base of his skull. Minho's on all fours, elbows dropped with a face smashed against a pillow. He wants nothing more than to thrash his head this way and that, his fingers clawing at the bed linen as his skin blooms with heat.

Chan rubs his other palm against the globe of Minho's ass, and it makes everything worse. So, so much worse, it makes Minho's toes cramp as he lets out a sob. He's gritting his teeth because any movement makes him clench, and when he clenches—

"Take it out," Minho begs. "Please, Channie hyung, take it out."

Chan hums out a satisfied laugh, fingers squeezing his ass again. He ignores Minho's pleas and gives him another light smack. It makes Minho gasp and yelp even louder, and he can feel a trace of ginger juice drip down his taint.

This is their first time–Chan wanted to try something different, and Minho wasn't entirely sure how different having a hand-carved plug of raw ginger up his asshole would be. He was a fool, a complete fool for not looking into his beforehand, and this is really testing his limits. Every hit Chan deals makes Minho regret giving him this much power.

Minho whines, trying his best to keep his breathing steady, to ignore the burning blooming from his insides. Chan starts to play with the plug, teasing to pull it out, spitting into his Minho's hole a couple times before inserting it back in.

Smack, smack, smack, and all Minho can do is count, just as Chan instructed him. Every crevice feels overheated, the sweat on his hairline soaking into the pillowcase with the drool dripping from his mouth. He's unsure if Chan is even bothering to make sure the numbers falling from his mouth are correct at this point—or maybe Minho's doing it right, maybe he is finally being good—

"Please," Minho begs again, hoping he sounds pathetic enough for Chan to listen. "Enough, hyung, enough."

Chan instead wraps his hand around Minho's cock, hanging hard between his thighs, and it feels so good, except it makes him clench around the ginger, and Minho doesn't know how much more he can take—

Smack, smack, smack.

Minho whimpers, knees sliding further apart. He's fully spent.

Chan shushes him, gently rakes the matted hair from his face and rubs his hand up and down the back of Minho's thigh. It makes Minho shiver as he leans into his touch.

"Has my devil bunny learnt his lesson?"

It's cruel how comforting it all feels.