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Shame burned deep in him, his face buried in a slender neck and arms desperately holding onto the skinny body before him.
Yet the lust churning in his stomach and the way his cock dripped in the panties won over the shame.
“So wet for me, pretty boy.”
Seokmin whimpered, the long, thin fingers pushing in deeper, a thigh pressed against his bulge. There was no doubt in his mind his blue panties, the one he had bought while shopping with friends, was sporting a wet spot.
“Gonna make you come, right here. For anyone to see.”
Seokmin tightened his grip, lifting his eyes and seeing the people milling about, mingling and dancing and chugging alcohol.
The two of them were in the corner of the room, Seokmin pressed against a wall as Minghao’s fingers had found its way up his skirt, dipping under the panties and pushed into his prepared hole.
“Ha-Hao-“
“Don’t worry, baby,” Minghao murmured. “Anyone who gets to see you are privileged. You make the prettiest little faces when you get fingered.”
Seokmin’s mouth fell open, hips bucking against the thigh, vision almost going blurry.
“Mm, found it.”
Teeth lightly bit into his neck, the fingers picking up speed, hitting the nerves every time.
“Is he still watching, pretty boy?”
Automatically Seokmin looked up, found the dark eyes of a handsome man seated on the couch further away. Surrounded by friends, yet his gaze was focused on the pair in the corner.
“Yes.”
“Good, I want him to see how gorgeous you are, baby,” Minghao pressed a light kiss against Seokmin’s exposed collarbone. “Don’t you want your crush to see how pretty you look when you’re stuffed with fingers?” It was almost mocking, the voice, but Minghao still talked with a hint of affection, even adoration.
He knew all too well how to balance between humiliation and praise, knew Seokmin needed praise like he needed air.
Shame burned again, another whimper sounding from his throat.
For months Seokmin had admired the tall, handsome man, slowly befriending him and keeping a friendly vibe between the two, a silly little crush he had no plans to pursue, but he enjoyed the feeling of little butterflies in his stomach and his heart beating faster.
Yet now all had fallen apart, there was no way they could keep the friendly air between them, not with dark eyes watching him get fingered open. Fingered by Mingyu’s best friend, no less.
And in public!
Although Seokmin already had a reputation of getting around, there was no way he could recover from this. There was no way Mingyu would ever consider Seokmin as anything but a whore.
Worst part? The shame, the knowledge he was nothing but a fucking filthy slut in Mingyu’s eyes made his dick harder, made his stomach curl with need.
“Shit Seokkie baby, you’re getting so fucking tight around my fingers,” Minghao murmured, hot breath fanning against an ear. “Just cum, baby. Cum all over your pretty little panties. But make sure to keep eye contact with Mingyu as you do, let him see how beautiful you are.” His two fingers massaged the spot adamantly.
Although Seokmin had moments he liked to rebel, hated doing what others told him, he never could disobey Minghao. He lifted his face, made sure his eyes kept locked onto Mingyu’s as he felt his control let go, as his vision blacked out and his dick spilled, probably ruining the panties.
Mingyu’s dark eyes stared back, his hands curled into fists on his thighs, jaw set.
“Good boy, such a good boy,” Minghao praised, lips gently kissing a sweaty neck. Seokmin could only shiver as the fingers slid out of his ass. Minghao stepped back slightly, his kind, yet amused eyes meeting Seokmin’s. “Did Mingyu watch you?
“Ye-yes,” Seokmin shakily exhaled, his thighs feeling like jelly and panties filled with wetness. He didn’t dare to look at anyone but Minghao, was scared to see judging eyes of whoever might have realised what they had been doing; afraid of seeing disgust written on Mingyu’s face.
“Good boy,” Minghao repeated, a hand gently tipping Seokmin’s chin up. “Blushing so prettily too. Embarrassed?” His smile was gleeful.
Seokmin managed a meagre glare. “Of course I am.”
“You shouldn’t be. Told you, didn’t I? Anyone seeing you like this are lucky.” Minghao sounded genuine, his eyes soft and adoring. It made Seokmin’s insides melt. “But let’s go, hmm? Let’s get my good boy cleaned up.”
Every time Minghao called him good boy, Seokmin felt a swell of pride in his chest; he loved being good for Minghao.
He took Minghao’s outstretched hand, let the man pull him through the room full of people, let him lead him upstairs.
-
Watching them leave, Minghao’s long fingers curled around a narrow wrist, Mingyu couldn’t keep still any more.
He stood up, ignoring how his length strained against his pants, didn’t care if anyone at his party saw his massive boner because what the fuck had just happened?
He had been sitting there, casually talking when his eyes had caught a cheeky look from Minghao directed him, seen who Minghao was with.
Watched as his best friend pushed Lee Seokmin against a wall and kissed him senseless. Could only stare as a hand disappeared to god knows where, but it came apparent what was happening when Seokmin had stiffened, eyes and mouth falling open, fingers desperately clutching onto Minghao’s bony shoulders for support.
His best friend was fingering his crush at a frathouse party for anyone to see.
Mingyu went after them, saw them slip into a room.
Slip into Mingyu’s room. Confused he checked his pockets and understanding dawned as his key was nowhere to be found.
Minghao.
With a sigh he walked towards his room, pushing it open and seeing Minghao fussing over a flushed Seokmin.
Mingyu halted for a second, eyes taking in just how pretty Seokmin looked in his outfit. Blue tweed cropped blazer, a crop top which barely covered his chest area, and the skirt. Blue and checkered tweed, just like the rest of his outfit, but it’s the way it looked on him that made it feel sinful. It was high waisted, but it enhanced just how wide and sexy his hips were, how small his waist was in comparison, and it was so short. Barely covering his ass, didn’t even reach mid thigh.
Speaking of thighs. Thick, soft tan thighs and legs on display. It had been so hard for him to keep his eyes off of them as soon as Seokmin had arrived at the frathouse. Almost impossible to keep himself seated, to not approach Seokmin and kiss him.
“Oh, Gyu!”
“Hao, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He glared as hard as he could at his best friend. He knew he didn’t have to specify what he meant.
What are you doing in my room?
What are you doing fingering the guy I’m in love with in public?
Minghao grinned wild, unbothered. “Want to get him clean yourself? Maybe lend him some clothes? Pretty boy came in his panties.”
Seokmin let out a strangled sound, eyes down on the ground and face completely red.
Mingyu could only roll his eyes.
“I’ll take it as a yes,” Minghao looked at Seokmin again, leaned closer and whispered something in his ear. Whatever he said made Seokmin look up, round eyes staring straight at Mingyu.
Mingyu squirmed, but the gaze fell to the floor again.
“See you around, Seokkie baby!” Minghao slapped his ass, then walked over and slapped Mingyu on the lower back. “Treat him well, he’s a very good boy.”
If Mingyu didn’t love Minghao, he would have slapped the bitch.
As the door closed behind him, Mingyu inhaled deeply and pushed down the annoyance. He had a blushing, cute man in his bedroom needing tending to.
“You can use the bathroom to clean if you want. Do you want to borrow some briefs? They’re well washed and cleaned.” Now Mingyu was the one blushing, back turned as he checked through his drawers. “Or if you find that gross I can just lend you some pants, going commando is probably better than-“
“Did Hao speak the truth? Do you like me?”
Mingyu froze, sending a mental curse to his meddling fuckboy of a friend. “Uh-“ He turned around, shoulders sagging; no fucking point in denying it. He met Seokmin’s surprisingly determined eyes. “... Yeah. Yeah I do.”
The cute eyes rounded even more, pink lips falling open. “Even- Even if I’m a whore who gets fingered at a party by someone I’m not even dating?”
Mingyu took a step closer, hands itching to pull the other man in his embrace and run his hand soothingly down the back. “Why would that change anything?”
“Uh- I mean- It’s not very decent.”
“It’s Hao. Nothing that man does is ever decent,” Mingyu stepped right in front of Seokmin, lifting his hands and placing them around the exposed midriff. “You’re pretty. Gorgeous. Funny. I love talking with you, love hanging out with you.” Watching as Seokmin sharply inhaled. “Can I kiss you, Seokmin?”
“Yes.”
The kiss was sweet, but only for a moment before Seokmin moaned loudly and got eager, thin fingers pulling at Mingyu’s jacket.
It was definitely too fast. Mingyu should firmly push Seokmin away, tell him they should talk about the confession, but he was still hard. Still reeling from how beautiful Seokmin was while he orgasmed.
“Let me be good for you,” Seokmin desperately mumbled against Mingyu’s mouth. “I don’t think I can come again, not so fast, but I wanna make you feel good.”
Mingyu felt almost dizzy, his hands moving down to grasp the ass, to push their bodies closer as his fingers sank into the soft flesh. “Can I fuck your thighs?”
Seokmin shivered. “Fuck yeah please.”
Eager and horny Mingyu quickly got the lube from the bedside table, grabbing Seokmin again and pushing him against the wall, stealing a kiss before manhandling him to turn. A surprised yell, but Seokmin braced himself against the wall, leaned down and spread his legs. Presenting them.
“Shit,” Mingyu opened the lube, poured some on his hand and firmly touched the soft inner thighs.
Maybe he spent a few unnecessary long seconds just groping, feeling the silky flesh between his fingers.
“Mingyu-“
“Yeah, sorry,” Mingyu pulled his dick out, poured some lube on his hand and got it slick. He moved close, used his hands to press Seokmin’s legs close again. Leaving just enough room for his thick cock.
“Shit,” Mingyu’s hands went back on the exposed waist, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head due to how perfect Seokmin’s thighs felt.
“Good?” Seokmin asked, his voice shaky.
“Amazing,” Mingyu purred. “You feel amazing.” He knew he wasn’t going to last long, didn’t intend to. He moved his hips swiftly, eyes on his cock disappearing under the blue skirt, a visual he hadn’t known until now was an utter turn on.
“God, Seokmin, you feel so good.”
“Wanted you inside, but-“ A tiny gasp as fingers dug into the waist, surely leaving bruises. “Too sensitive.”
“It’s okay, Seokmin,” Mingyu’s breaths were coming out in short pants, hips thrusts turning erratic. “This is good. Your thighs are heaven.” With one last, harsh thrust, his stomach pressing against the plush ass, he came. Unintentionally he bit into the shoulder before him, muffling his sounds as he milked his cock dry between the soft thighs. Almost a minute went by in silence. “Fuck, Seok,” he mouthed against the blazer. “You’re so amazing.”
“Thanks,” Seokmin laughed softly. “But is your offer still standing? The clothes. And cleaning up. I think you came all over my skirt.”
“Shit,” Mingyu pushed off of Seokmin, hastily putting his pants back on, not caring about how sticky his own cock. was. “Sure, I’ll get you some clothes.”
Seokmin had turned around, eyes sparkly and lips wide.
Looking beautiful.
For a moment Mingyu could only stare, his heart thumping fast, but then he remembered what he had been about to do and got to work. Handed Seokmin some clothes and watched the man leave for the bathroom. Mingyu changed clothes as well, used some tissues to wipe his sticky dick and putting on some new briefs. He was still contemplating whether to put on pants or not when Seok returned, skirt folded in his hands, wearing a pair of too big and long joggers.
Cute.
“Do you want me to wash it for you? I can return it to you on Monday.”
“Really? I’ll just put it in the bathroom then.”
He was back in a few seconds, tripping nervously, arms behind his back. “So, uh, I have a crush on you too, but I kinda got out of a bad relationship just months ago and I’m not ready to jump into a new one. Not yet.” He seemed a little apologetic, biting his pink bottom lip, looking a little shy.
Oh. Mingyu’s heart sank, his nails digging into his palms as he uttered words he would surely come to regret. “That’s okay. We can keep it casual if you want? Like how you and Hao are.”
Seokmin, pretty and cute Seokmin who always had stars in his eyes, blinked up at him. His smile shaped like a heart. So gut wrenchingly cute. “Okay! I’d love that.”
Mingyu took a step closer. “Do you want to sleep here?” The party was still raging outside. “We can cuddle.”
Seokmin’s face lit up. “I would love to cuddle.”
And as the room fell into darkness and their lips moved together lazily, Mingyu knew he would happily wait however long was needed until Seokmin was ready for something more.