Minho’s too far gone to ask why the stuffed bunny rabbit with the beady eyes is placed on the middle of his desk in front of the vanity mirror, or to question why Chan was so insistent to fuck with the lights all on.

Chan’s fucking Minho from behind, hand slung over his chest, before he grabs Minho’s chin and forces him to look at his reflection.

“Look, baby,” Chan says. “Look how good I fuck you.”

Minho stares at himself, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. “Hyung—“ he breathes out, “feels so good.”

“Mmhmm,” Chan nods, pulling Minho’s body down onto his cock, fucking him deep, fast, erratic thrusts sending Minho’s breathing higher and higher. Chan stares at the bunny rabbit, right at the eyes. He smirks at the plush doll, the two of them in on a little secret.

“So full,” Minho whines, gasping for breath, “so full.”

“Look at you,” Chan says again, grabbing Minho’s jaw to prevent his head from rolling back against Chan’s shoulder. It’s important he stays looking ahead. At the doll. At the mirror. “Call yourself ‘pretty.’ Stare at your reflection.”

Minho obeys, body already shaking from the effort to stay straight. “I’m pretty,” he breathes out, “I’m so pretty.”

Chan relishes in his obedience, the way that Minho gives him everything—even the things he doesn’t want. He fucks him harder, grip tightening.

It took awhile for Chan to get Minho like this, soft and wet and pliant. To get him to break those walls down, to turn to Chan like a hyung. It’s been worth it though, all the effort. Chan squeezes Minho’s nipples between his fingers, and is rewarded with a sob. His cock twitches thinking about how that will turn out on video.

Minho just goes lax against Chan’s body, as Chan continues to fuck him to orgasm.

Minho cums with a shout, body tensing under Chan’s hands. He gets cum everywhere, the sheets, his legs, the bed. Chan runs his fingers through the mess, before shoving them into Minho’s mouth, pressing hard against his tongue, feeling the way Minho’s throat flexes around him.

“So good, baby,” Chan breathes, thrusting a few more times before spilling inside Minho, filling him up. He’s not even really looking at Minho anymore, too occupied studying his own reflection, smiling at himself. “So good for me.”

Minho whines as Chan pulls him off his dick, laying him down on the bed. He pets Minho’s belly for a second, wiping his hand on the skin, before pushing the hair off Minho’s face and tucking it behind his ears. “You were amazing,” Chan says softly, grinning.

Minho laughs, reaching up and squeezing Chan’s shoulder. “So were you.” He smacks his lips together for a second before getting up, making his way to the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower and wash this all off—wanna join me?”

Chan grins, ready to reply, before his phone goes off with a loud ring on the dresser. “Yes, of course,” he says, “I’ll be right there.”

Minho nods and walks towards the bathroom, while Chan picks up his phone.

Upload Completed!, the screen says, tap to view your recording.

Chan moves the video to the hidden folder on his phone before getting off the bed to meet Minho in the bathroom.

He can’t wait to watch it all later.