It was then that Jae Hyun realized Minho's cock was hard and pressing on his.
Somewhere in the middle of the fracas, he got hard, unaware. Given the way Minho's neck muscles softened under his hand, he could tell that Minho was hard too.
Everything was happening so fast that Minho barely had the sense to understand why his body was responding to Jae Hyun's the way it did, and at that moment, it was the least of his concerns. Minho shifted his hips, putting more pressure on him, and for some reason, Jae Hyun thought Minho was purposefully trying to antagonize him.
With his free hand, Jae Hyun reached in between them, grabbing hold of Minho's cock over his pants. Minho gasped, looking at him almost wildly, but with a touch of surrender. Every last inch of his body was on fire, but even then, he couldn't bring himself to resist Jae Hyun as much as his mind willed him to.
"Oh, well." Jae Hyun teased. "Look what we have here…"
Minho didn't respond, instead, he just licked his lips and pressed himself harder against Jae Hyun's hand, like he was willing him to do more. By now, Minho should have known that Jae Hyun wasn't one to be dared. But did he care?
Slipping his hand past the waistband into his pants, Jae Hyun gripped Minho's cock, which sent Minho letting out an exhale as he squeezed his eyes shut. He had tried to shift his focus, yank himself away from him, but whatever urges he had at the back of his mind were nowhere near as captivating as the hands that were stroking him.
Something about watching Jae Hyun's long fingers slop up and down– brushing his tip using his pre cum to make his hands slip more easily and jerking him in long, hard strokes hypnotized Minho. He had surely never been attracted to cock, and couldn't bring himself to fathom, much less understand why he liked this one, the one attached to this jerk of a kidnapper.
Jae Hyun didn't take his eyes off Minho, even for a split second. He wanted to remember everything he did to him, what made Minho tighten beneath him, what made him gasp, every expression that etched Minho's face. Every bit of it.
On realizing that Minho was almost losing his balance, Jae Hyun pulled away, taking Minho's hand and leading him to the bed.
"J–Jae, s–stop…" Minho mumbled in a soft, throaty voice.
"Are you sure you want that, pretty?" Jae Hyun asked, knowing pretty well that he wasn't giving him much of a choice.
Minho's hand slipped beneath Jae Hyun's arm, tracing his biceps up to his shoulder, gripping it tightly. He moaned, rolling and thrusting himself into his grip, while his free hand found its way across to toy with his nipple.
"Jae…" Minho groaned. The way he said his name, in a breathy sigh, was so hot, so wrong. Not that he cared at that moment. They were both struggling to keep their breaths in check. However, being the only sound in the room, it began to echo, growing louder.
"Shh…keep it down." Jae Hyun warned, gripping Minho's cock in a chokehold. Was that an attempt to make him silent? Because if anything, it actually felt awesome.
"I…I can't help it." Minho hissed, tipping his head back.
This was one of those things that Minho had never imagined would come to be. It was just his hand. It shouldn't have felt the way it did. He dug his fingers further into Jae Hyun's shoulder, pulling him closer, almost as if he were fighting a climax.
Taunting him even more, Jae Hyun's hands grazed his nuts, tickling him each time he went down. "Look at me." He demanded, and Minho looked up, having the same carnal look he had the first time he touched him.
"You're gonna come for me?" Jae Hyun rasped in Minho's mouth, raking aggressively through his hair.
Minho's reply was a fast nod. He was trying so hard yet failing at biting his whimpers.
"Say it." Jae Hyun rasped, holding back his own because he wanted it to last for as long as it could, something that only earned him a naughty smirk.
"Maybe I should stop then." Jae Hyun teased, slowing down his hand movement."
"No, please… don't." Minho pleaded. "I'm gonna…"
"What, pretty? Say it."
Minho was a goner. He ditched everything he thought he knew before that very moment. He was just a few seconds away from coming apart in Jae Hyun's hold.
"I'm gonna come…shit." He gasped, shuddering and groaning out a moan that sounded like the best thing Jae Hyun had ever heard in his entire life. His hot load spilled out all over his abdomen, and Jae Hyun made sure to top it with a couple of slow strokes, making sure to wring all the orgasm out of him.
After a few generous seconds, Jae Hyun lifted himself off of Minho, grabbing a towel and wiping what was left on his hand. Minho sat up, watching him with half-hooded eyes but not saying a word.
And Jae Hyun didn't like this version of Minho that didn't talk when he needed to.
The sheets were tousled, and the room reeked of them. Jae Hyun hunched at the edge of the bed, looking like he was contemplating something. Minho watched him warily, unsure whether to speak or just await the grumpiness. He expected that, since it was very typical of Jae Hyun to grow cold, especially after their encounters, if they qualified as that.
Finally, Jae Hyun shifted, the first faint crack in his nonchalant demeanor. Seeming to have come to a decision, he clenched his jaw. "Dress up and come to my study in 10." He stated, without looking up at him, then left the room.
Minho opened his mouth to respond but thought better of it, seeing how visibly tense Jae Hyun had become, and only replied with a silent nod. He was confused, worn out, but most of all, afraid of what had become of him.
So, it was back to business as usual, being toyed with and left high and dry. Minho felt a bile rise in his throat, but this wasn't time to fuss. Besides, he was nothing to Jae Hyun. He had been shown and told enough times that he was just another one of a pawn in his game, and giving himself importance was the last thing he should have even been concerned about.
Pulling his trousers back on, Minho began to reminisce what had just happened a few minutes. Never in a million years did he think Jae Hyun would go through with it. If anything, he thought he was going to get a punch, not a hand job.
'You're gonna come for me?'
Jae Hyun's words resounded in Minho's mind, and he couldn't understand what kind of kidnapper had dirty talk with his captive. Yet, it wasn't just dirty talk. There was a lot more involved. Jae Hyun had looked at him like he was going to devour him. Would he have let him? Would he have said no?
Shaking his head to dislodge the treacherous thoughts, Minho raked his hands through his hair. He had to regain his composure before facing Jae Hyun again.
Nine minutes had already passed.