#Smut and kinks! If you don't want to read it please skip it! 

Chan sat at his desk, studying the computer screen intently while he edited the new track that Jisung, Changbin, and him had just made.

Changbin sat on the couch in the corner of the room, watching him work. 

He was very bored and watching Chan so keenly focused on his work made Changbin jealous, if only Chan gazed at him like that.

So to mess with Chan, Changbin got off of the couch and seductively walked over to him, plopping himself down in Chan's lap. 

Chan groaned and tried to peer over Changbin's shoulder. 

"Binnie can you please move?" 

Changbin shook his head and pressed himself up against Chan. 

"No, I won't." He hummed, pressing his butt against Chan's crotch and smirking when he felt Chan's member harden. 

Chan let out an irritated sigh and grabbed Changbin's hips. 

"Stop being a brat, Changbin. If you don't move I'm going to move you myself." He growled, earning an excited shiver from Changbin. 

Changbin turned to face him, straddling him against the chair. 

"I'm not moving and you can't make me, Chan." Changbin teased, biting his lip when he felt Chan's grip on his hips become harsher. 

Chan threw his head back against the chair and let out an annoyed sigh, his blonde curls draping his face sexily. 

"Are you serious Changbin." 

Changbin nodded eagerly and buried his face into Chan's neck, kissing and biting his pale skin. 

Chan sighed and trailed his grip from Changbin's hips to his buttocks, gripping them tightly. 

"Fine you brat." He snarled, standing up with Changbin. 

Changbin grinned mischeiveously and wrapped his legs around Chan's waist. 

Chan carried him over to the couch and threw him down, crawling on top of him. 

Changbin's breath got caught in his throat when he saw the dark look in Chan's eyes. He knew he was going to be in for a rough time. 

Chan grinned and leaned down, biting and sucking Changbin's neck fiercely, littering his skin with hickeys. 

Changbin groaned and squirmed underneath Chan, gripping onto his biceps in desperation. 

Chan smirked and pulled away, watching as Changbin's cheeks flushed pink. 

"You're such a brat, distracting me from my work. You're really in for it now Binnie." He murmured, sitting up and sweeping back his blonde curls. 

Changbin smiled and trailed his hands up and down Chan's toned stomach teasingly. 

"Am I really? You haven't done this sort of thing in a while."

Chan rolled his eyes and grabbed Changbin's hands, swiftly pinning them above his head with ease. 

"Roll over for me." He commanded, letting go of Changbin's hands to study him fiercely. 

Changbin sighed and slowly rolled onto his stomach, wiggling his hips playfully. 

Then, Chan pulled down Changbin's shorts and boxers, exposing his bare backside. 

Changbin felt Chan grip his buttocks and then deliver a harsh slap to his left cheek. 

Changbin let out a little yelp and buried his face into the couch, attempting to hide his embarrassment. 

Chan smiled and watched as a red handprint began to form on Changbin's ass. 

"You know why I'm doing this Binnie. You're being a brat and brats need to be punished. Now start counting." 

Changbin bit his lip and arched his back after every smack, whimpering the number out softly. 

When Chan finished, Changbin's butt was bright red with his handprints. 

Chan leaned down to press gentle kisses to the red marks and softly massaged his butt. 

"I'm sorry Binnie. Was that too much?" He asked, genuinely concerned. 

Changbin shook his head and looked over his shoulder at Chan, a playful grin on his face. 

"It's okay Chan hyung. I wanted this didn't I?" 

Chan chuckled and sat up, his muscles flexing dangerously. 

"Alright. Then I assume you're fine with me taking this a step further?" 

Changbin smirked and nodded eagerly. 

"Of course I am." 

Chan smiled and eased himself off of Changbin, walking over to his desk and taking out two silk, red ribbons. 

Changbin wiggled his eyebrows and watched as Chan tied his wrists together. 

"Is that too tight?" Chan asked, his blonde curls giving him an angelic look despite the situation. 

Changbin shook his head. 

"No, it's fine. Now hurry up!" 

Chan laughed and got back on top of Changbin, pulling down his own shorts and boxers and discarding them carelessly. 

"Someone sure is eager." He teased, rolling a condom onto his erect member and pressing it against Changbin's rim. 

Changbin huffed in embarrassment and then moaned when he felt Chan plunge inside. 

Chan waited for Changbin to adjust to his size and then began to pound into Changbin mercilessly. 

Changbin moaned and bit the couch's pillow to try and stifle his sounds, but to no avail. 

Chan picked up the pace, managing to hit Changbin's prostate dead on every time. 

Changbin felt the heat building up in his stomach and he let out a loud groan.

"C-chan I'm going to cum." He moaned, arching his back and straining against the ribbons. 

Chan smiled and stopped his movements suddenly. 

"Hold it for just a little bit longer Binnie." 

Chan then rolled Changbin onto his back and lifted his legs up onto his shoulders, using the angle to his advantage and continuing from where he left off. 

Changbin let out one last loud moan and released, his cum landing on Chan's shirt. 

Chan felt the build-up in him and slowed down, releasing into the condom. 

They stayed that way for a little bit, the both of them panting slightly. 

Then Chan pulled out slowly, rolling off the condom and tying it before depositing it in the small trashcan kept near the couch. 

Changbin studied Chan's cum-stained shirt and burst out laughing. 

"I guess you didn't really think that one through huh?" 

Chan looked down at his shirt and laughed along with Changbin, shaking his head tiredly. 

"I guess not." 

Changbin chuckled and rolled onto his stomach, flashing his ribbon tied wrists at Chan. 

"Can you untie me please?" 

Chan hummed and walked over to Changbin, gently untying his wrists and taking the ribbons back to his desk. 

Changbin sighed and rolled over onto his back, rubbing his wrists. 

Once the ribbons were put away, Chan turned to Changbin and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"D-do you want to cuddle? I mean we don't have to if you don't want to. I know it can get kind of awkward." Chan mumbled, his cheeks flushing pink. 

Changbin laughed and held his arms open wide for Chan. 

"Of course I want to cuddle! Who do you think you're talking to?" 

Chan's eyes lit up and he jumped onto the couch into Changbin's arms, burying his face into Changbin's chest. 

Changbin smiled and put an arm around Chan's back, running his other hand through Chan's blonde curls. 

"You're such a softie Chan Hyung. Too bad people don't know what you're really like." He murmured, sweeping back Chan's curls to press a kiss to his forehead. 

Chan chuckled and rested his chin on Changbin's chest. 

"I only use that side on you because I know you like it." 

Changbin hummed and nodded in agreement. 

"I won't lie, you're pretty hot when you get mad." 

Chan grinned and leaned forward to kiss Changbin's lips.

"Then you should stop by and annoy me more often." 

Changbin snorted and rested his forehead against Chan's. 

"That's not going to be a problem."