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Jeonghan is batshit drunk when Mingyu, like the ever present victim he pretends to be, is bullied into driving him home.
He feels it is necessary to point this out: he got his car fully cleaned less than a few days ago and Jeonghan is known to vomit when he's had enough drinks in him. And he's had more than his limit, tonight.
Mingyu really, really would rather not drive any of them home when they are god knows how many bottles into intoxication, but he gives in too easily to people's demands, and the others know which buttons to press when they need something of him.
Still, he doesn't even get a word of protest out before Seungcheol is handing over Jeonghan, a loud, noisy kiss pressed onto Jeonghan's giggling mouth as hands slip off of him and pat Mingyu on the back.
"Good luck!" Soonyoung yells at him sarcastically over the loud cheers that erupt from Seokmin and Seungkwan as Wonwoo is forced to down enough shots to kill three men. Mingyu pointedly flicks him off, and winces as Jeonghan's knee digs into his leg.
It could be worse, he tells himself as he drags Jeonghan out the door with as much care as he can manage. He could be stuck carrying Soonyoung's ass to the bathroom as he cries and throws up all over himself.
Still, Mingyu's annoyance level rises when he can't move Jeonghan a step forward because Jeonghan is too busy watching the stars, mouth gaping as he giggles a bunch of shit to himself.
He's not much help when Mingyu tries to stuff him into the front seat either, completely focused on the random things laying around in Mingyu's car from past trips. He picks up a keychain, full of worn out charms, and Mingyu is quick to snatch it out of his hands.
"Hey— oh for fuck's sake, hyung stop—"
Jeonghan looks up at him, breathless with a laugh as Mingyu forces his arm up against the back of his seat, looking happier drunk than Mingyu has seen him look sober.
His lips part, slick with leftover drink and saliva, gaze wide as his eyes flicker down to Mingyu's mouth. Mingyu already knows where this is fucking going, and he tries to back away but Jeonghan is too, he's too—
A hand comes up to cup his nape, clumsy as it slides up into his hair and Mingyu is pulled into a wet kiss. It's completely sloppy, and Mingyu can both smell and taste the alcohol Jeonghan has basically inhaled through the night, but it is also so very Jeonghan and Mingyu,
He cannot seem pull away. Does not want to, really.
He lingers, allows Jeonghan to continue making out with him, allows himself to respond back with a tentative nip of Jeonghan's bottom lip, and Jeonghan whines. His nails dig into Mingyu's scalp, scratching. It makes something in Mingyu curl up, dark and possessive.
He wants, he does, and the thought of it is—
Terrible. It makes him pull away, as sudden as Jeonghan when he yanked Mingyu down. Guilt erupts in his stomach, his breathing erratic as he looks anywhere but Jeonghan's face. Jeonghan laughs again, sounding completely gone with it as he leans back against the seat.
Mingyu closes the door, and walks over to the driver's seat, silent. He does not know what he'd say, even if Jeonghan urged him to.
Luckily, Jeonghan does not seem to have much to say either, his head bumping against the window as he looks out of it, red cheeked and wondrous. Mingyu wonders if he'd be hot to the touch, and then ignores himself completely as he starts the car.
Enough is enough, he tells himself as he pulls out of the driveway. He nearly fender bends Seungcheol's car as he drives away, but he figures it is in God's hands what happens when Jeonghan is seated next to him, drunk off his ass.
The car is silent.
Mingyu is sure to keep it that way as he drives Jeonghan home.
When they finally get to Jeonghan's door, Mingyu is brimming with anxiety to drop him off and leave. He fumbles to find Jeonghan's keys in his pockets, ignoring the way Jeonghan is whining at him again.
He's been like this since Mingyu stopped at a red light and did not say a single word to him. Pulling at his arm, pouting with the force of his annoyance. Mingyu hates it; the way he can so easily be convinced to give in to Jeonghan.
"Minggoo," Jeonghan murmurs, soft and high as he reaches up on his tiptoes to sneak another kiss out of Mingyu, undeterred by Mingyu's avoidance. "Hyung loves you, you know?"
Mingyu ignores him, but he feels the way his body responds to Jeonghan's claim, the twitching of his fingers against Jeonghan's back. It's involuntary, he assures himself. He is not so sure he believes it.
The lock clicks, and relief rushes into him as he shoves Jeonghan inside, closing the door behind him as he shuts out the cold of early fall.
Jeonghan lets out a small giggle as he stumbles into the couch, falling on his side and turning onto his back as soon as Mingyu raises his eyebrows at him. He should probably leave now, Mingyu thinks. He's got the job done, and no one expects him to take care of Jeonghan.
Still, it'd be ungentlemanly to leave Jeonghan on the couch like this. He takes a step forward, hesitant, and reaches down to grab Jeonghan's arm, pulling him up. Jeonghan doesn't protest, nuzzling his face into Mingyu's neck when Mingyu grabs at him and hoists him up, carrying him.
It's ridiculous. Mingyu should absolutely not be doing this. His throat feels too dry, his skin too itchy, his own body out of control as he takes Jeonghan into the hallway that leads to his room.
Jeonghan breathes out something, a slurred word that sounds a lot like "Please," and Mingyu pays him no mind. Not until, until he—
He feels it suddenly, the wet heat of Jeonghan's mouth against his neck, the way Jeonghan's tongue brushes against his skin and his lips seal over a particular spot of his choosing. Mingyu nearly fucking drops Jeonghan.
"Stop that? Hyung," he leans his head away, but Jeonghan chases after it. Mingyu strains to hold him as he fumbles to turn the doorknob. Jeonghan's arms come up to wrap around his neck as Mingyu rushes to dump him on the bed.
Jeonghan pulls him down with him, legs wrapped around Mingyu's waist, his hair splayed around him in a dark cloud as he presses his nose against Mingyu's, breath heavy.
"Oh my god," Mingyu says as Jeonghan pulls at his shirt. It rises up his stomach, and Mingyu flushes as he's forced to pull it back down. He tries to back away from where he hovers over Jeonghan but Jeonghan whines again, insistent.
"Hyung, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing." Mingyu tells him. He backs away, and Jeonghan reaches for him, hand slipping around Mingyu's arm and his fingertips not even fully touching as he does so.
"No," Jeonghan tells him, stubborn. His mouth is pink, so pink. It is open. Mingyu could so easily stick his tongue into it, spit into it and call Jeonghan a little whore for giving so easily.
He shakes away the thought, red as he rolls to the side of the bed. It's no use fighting Jeonghan like this, he'll always win one way or another.
(Maybe Mingyu is too easy, though. Maybe all Jeonghan has to do is say one word and Mingyu will cave in like he never had a choice in the first place.)
"Mingyu," Jeonghan says, but this time it sounds desperate. Mingyu cannot help the way he freezes, sat up on the edge of his bed and tugging at his shirt. It clings to his ribs, messy. Jeonghan's fingertips are light on Mingyu's exposed lower back.
Jeonghan pauses, and then continues, his voice wobbly and unstable with drunkenness. "Stay. Please. I need—"
Mingyu swallows.
"I need you. Your cock. Filling up my cunt, filling me up with all your cum." Nails scratch upwards, a palm sliding into the back of Mingyu's shirt and pressing against Mingyu's bare skin.
"You can do it, for hyung. Please, I want it."
He shouldn't. He really fucking shouldn't. Mingyu knows better; a drunk Jeonghan says shit he doesn't mean all the time.
But his hand is hot on Mingyu's back, his body wanton on the bed, his mouth a sweet little flower waiting to be taken.
If Mingyu were a decent person, he wouldn't even be thinking about doing this.
If Mingyu were a decent person, he’d have left as soon as he dumped Jeonghan on the doorstep.
(Or, maybe, not decent, but at least a little self aware and in control. Mingyu has always been bad at suppressing his urges.)
“You’re going to regret this,” Mingyu tells him, but he turns anyways, his hand already seeking a place on Jeonghan's waist as he climbs back into the bed. Jeonghan makes a sound deep in his throat as Mingyu leans above him.
He looks docile, sweet, needy in a way Mingyu can see clearly as he leans down and kisses him. It’s soft, tentative, but Jeonghan turns it violent with the clack of his teeth against Mingyu's. And of course he doesn't want soft, Mingyu should know it by now.
He’s left reeling as Jeonghan's legs fall open, ready to accommodate Mingyu between them. He leans his weight onto Jeonghan as lightly as he can, careful to keep himself from falling completely.
Jeonghan makes a sound, whimpery, and Mingyu cannot contain the way his hands tighten on Jeonghan's waist, pressing down so hard he fears he will break Jeonghan. (He’d like it, probably. Jeonghan is weird that way.)
He grinds down, hot, and Jeonghan's nails claw at his back, tugging at his shirt until Mingyu is forced to pull away in order to yank it off. It’s a quick movement, followed up by Mingyu’s fingertips rolling down the waistband of Jeonghan's loose pants and sliding underneath.
Jeonghan lifts his hips up, allows Mingyu to pull his pants off, and lets his mouth fall open in a gasping breath when Mingyu presses two of his fingers against the front of Jeonghan's underwear. His cunt is warm through the thin fabric, and Mingyu’s mouth waters at the feel of it.
A palm lands on top of the back of his hand, Jeonghan's head turned to the side as he grinds against Mingyu’s touch. He is red cheeked, a lovely color fanned high over his face as he melts against the sheets with every lift of his hips.
“More,” he demands a second later, and Mingyu complies. He hooks his fingers into Jeonghan's underwear and pulls it off too, thoroughly enjoying the way he has to graze his knuckles against the skin of Jeonghan's legs as he does so.
“I want— God, I want—” Jeonghan starts slurring, but Mingyu already knows what he will do, even if Jeonghan does not mention it. He scoots his body downwards, laying on his stomach and letting his legs dangle over the edge of the bed as he hooks Jeonghan's legs around his shoulders.
Oh, Jeonghan mouths, his mouth puckered up like a bud waiting to bloom. Mingyu sees it through a flicker of his eyes, gaze focusing straight on Jeonghan's cunt in front of him once he notices it.
He hears the shuddering breath Jeonghan takes when Mingyu bows his head forward and licks a fat stripe down the seam of it, teasing. His thighs shake in Mingyu’s hands, hands clenched on a pillow as Mingyu drags his tongue between Jeonghan's labia. He’s trying not to tighten his legs around Mingyu's head, Mingyu can tell. But,
But Mingyu would not protest, if he did. He’s prepared for it, thinks about it even as he laps at Jeonghan's cunt, using the flat of his tongue to make broad movements, and keeping his mouth tight over the spots that make Jeonghan jerk in his grasp.
He keeps his head buried between Jeonghan's thighs, and does not think he imagines the way Jeonghan’s fingers reach down to pull at his hair when Mingyu dips his tongue into his hole, then drags it back up through Jeonghan's folds.
It’d be easy to make Jeonghan cry like this, he thinks. Not runny tears, but lingering ones that pool in his eyes like crystals, staining his eyelashes and keeping his vision blurry. It’d be easy, and Mingyu would do it gladly.
Moans slip out of Jeonghan, loud and unabashed, as Mingyu closes his mouth around the upper part of his pussy, drawing Jeonghan's clit into his mouth and sucking lightly. It’s an experimental thing, because Mingyu isn't sure Jeonghan is the kind of guy to enjoy it, but fuck.
Mingyu sure fucking enjoys it, feels his heart soar when Jeonghan's nails scratch at his scalp and wetness fills his mouth easily. Jeonghan's hips grind down into Mingyu's mouth, and even that simple movement is enough for Mingyu to feel like he’s going crazy.
He expects the way Jeonghan's thighs close around his head when Mingyu repeatedly sucks at his clit, moving away when Jeonghan starts whining too messily, and then dragging his tongue around it when Jeonghan urges him back.
Jeonghan says something, garbled like someone put his mouth on reverse and then pulls at Mingyu’s hair to bring his face back up into Jeonghan's line of vision.
He looks—
Debauched. His mouth is open in heaving breaths, his shirt pulled low below his collarbones as he stares at Mingyu's mouth. Evidence of Jeonghan's pleasure is smeared all over it, on his chin and lingering in the depths of his throat.
Mingyu wipes it off with the back of his hand, and slowly leans over Jeonghan, his body tingling with anticipation as Jeonghan’s hand curls against his nape and pulls him down into a messy kiss. Jeonghan is desperate, and it shows in the way he licks into Mingyu's mouth, clumsy as he tastes himself on Mingyu’s tongue.
High pitched noises sound in Jeonghan's throat, his body tight and lithe beneath Mingyu’s hands as he drags them up Jeonghan's back, feeling the curve of it as he arches up into Mingyu’s front.
“Hyung,” Mingyu says when he pulls away. He sounds breathless, even to his own ears. Like he’s just finished up running a mile without warning or preparation.
“I’m going to,” He runs a finger down Jeonghan's slit, dipping into his folds and ignoring Jeonghan's whine. “I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to fucking take my cock and be grateful. Okay?”
Jeonghan sways a bit, a dreamy sort of quality to his voice when he responds a few seconds later.
“Okay…”
Jeonghan gasps out a choked breath when Mingyu sticks a few fingers into his mouth, his lips red and shiny around the digits as Mingyu nods in approval. “Suck,” Mingyu orders.
Jeonghan does his best, running his tongue over them and keeping his eyes shut as the thickness of them fills his mouth. Mingyu pulls them out when he sees the tiniest trickle of saliva dripping out of Jeonghan's mouth, satisfied in ways he cannot name.
He slides a finger into Jeonghan easily, curling upwards and dragging it down his walls. Mingyu doesn't rush the process, then; Jeonghan prefers the endless teasing and Mingyu knows that deep in him.
He adds another finger when he feels Jeonghan give a little, encourages the stretch of his body as Mingyu’s wrist twists just so. Jeonghan’s mouth thins into a line at the movement, then pops back into a round little circle that Mingyu stares at with want.
Saliva pools in his mouth, the hunger sudden and overwhelming as he stares down at Jeonghan.
He wonders— No, no, but,
He leans down, invades Jeonghan's space in a way that makes Jeonghan's eyes go half lidded as Mingyu’s fingers make scissoring motions inside of him. His fingers are wet, covered in so much of Jeonghan that it is nearly impossible for Mingyu to focus on anything else.
But he wants this, he wants to try it, and Jeonghan is willing and pliant right now and really, it would be too much to ask Mingyu to hold back.
He gathers up as much saliva as he can in his mouth, his fingers twitching inside of Jeonghan with anticipation as he teases a third against his opening. Slowly, as carefully as he can, he hovers over Jeonghan's mouth and spits into it, watching with wide eyes as it drips onto his tongue and beyond.
Jeonghan closes his mouth, his gaze suddenly startled, and swallows. He looks confused, like he isn't quite sure what is going on, and it makes Mingyu feel just the tiniest bit insane.
He pushes a third finger into Jeonghan, feels the loosened give of his body as Jeonghan brings his own hand to his lips and avoids Mingyu’s gaze, suddenly shy.
“Hyung,” Mingyu says, affectionate. Jeonghan does not say anything back.
The lack of a response is accompanied by an embarrassed whine when Mingyu drags his fingers out of Jeonghan, impatient as he takes his cock in hand and lets out a moan that Jeonghan flushes at.
He’s wonderfully, beautifully responsive. Even when he’s still dazed, even when his whole head is fuzzy with alcohol. It comes to Mingyu then, the fact that he’s been taking advantage of Jeonghan's loss of control in ways he shouldn't.
Seungcheol handed off Jeonghan, and now Jeonghan lays in his bed, Mingyu between his legs, an indecent sort of look to him when Mingyu is so close to fucking him
Satisfaction blooms in his chest, and he thinks about it. About sending Seungcheol a photo, after he’s done. Taking one of Jeonghan's dripping cunt and watching as they fall apart.
He could, he really could. It would mean his end, of course, but still,
He sees Jeonghan's eyes track the movement of his hand, hungry and dark. He sees the flutter of his eyelashes when Mingyu comes closer and positions himself, rubbing the head of his cock into Jeonghan's folds and dragging it upwards.
The urge is strong.
“Minggoo,” Jeonghan says, and the word sounds weak and slurred in his mouth. It’s a pretty mouth; Mingyu can think of better uses for it. He would never tell Jeonghan this, but he’s dreamt of fucking it, of making Jeonghan choke and cry.
He presses the first inch of his cock into Jeonghan, slow, and Jeonghan bites down on his lower lip, a high pitched sound caught in his throat. Mingyu hears it regardless, and it vibrates around in his head for a few seconds.
Jeonghan tightens up around him when Mingyu starts sliding further in, and so he pauses, waits until Jeonghan gives a little sigh and loosens the tiniest bit. He’s sensitive, like this. Mingyu should make him drink more often.
“Oh,” Jeonghan gasps out when Mingyu’s thumb joins in, caressing the spot where his cock meets Jeonghan's cunt. It stretches wide around his cock, Jeonghan hot and wet and tight around him.
Mingyu wonders how long it’s been since Jeonghan last had sex, and is floored by the realization that a year has passed since Jeonghan last told them of his nightly activities.
No fucking wonder. He’s such a whore, giving in to Mingyu like this.
Jeonghan whines, high and broken, when Mingyu bottoms out. He’s pulled flush against Mingyu, his pussy drooling over Mingyu's cock in ways that Mingyu will probably dream about for months to come.
"Hyung," Mingyu blurts out, sudden, as he thrusts in once, twice. Jeonghan's nails dig into his arms. "Fuck, you're beautiful."
The words make Jeonghan go silent in his noises, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lips nervously as his eyes drop. He is sweet, like this, lashes fanning over his cheekbones, the line of his gaze shy and thin when he peers up at Mingyu.
Mingyu pushes in again, pulls out, repetitive. He feels heat pool low in his belly, coiling inside of him like fire burning hot.
"Every time you were in front of me, every time you stood right next to me in front of everyone, I wanted to fucking bend you over." He presses his fingertips into Jeonghan's thighs, slamming in. Jeonghan cries out, his hand dipping down to touch himself as Mingyu fucks him.
"I told myself I'd wait. Until you were ready, until you asked me for it." He breathes out hard, a moan leaving him when Jeonghan clenches around him and then lifts his hips up, aiding Mingyu's thrusts. "But I couldn't— you just—"
Jeonghan whimpers something out, and Mingyu thinks it's a variation of his name but he can't be sure. He can't even focus on figuring it out, too busy fucking into Jeonghan's cunt as hard as he can. Wet, slapping sounds come quick and loud, and Jeonghan seems to ignore them just as Mingyu does.
He's working himself with his hand, lingering touches on his clit, the ghost of a touch that Mingyu aches to do himself.
He knows he's not going to last long, the heat inside him tells him so. Mingyu has waited for far too long for this. Patience is stupid, anyways.
Jeonghan cries out again when Mingyu's pace changes, going for fast instead of hard, Jeonghan's cunt wet and sloppy around him. It's loose, now, and he'll wake up tomorrow full of cum and with the faint feeling of soreness in his body.
Mingyu thinks about it, how Jeonghan will fall asleep with Mingyu's cum inside him, with the evidence of Mingyu's touch in the bruises on his thighs and his hips.
"Mingyu," Jeonghan moans out. Little uh-uh-uh's are being punched out of him with every fuck of Mingyu's hips, every time Mingyu's cock slams into him and then pulls back out. His head turns to the side, lips parted around a whine as Mingyu buries himself in to the hilt.
His name always sounds so sweet in Jeonghan's mouth, curled around the vowels and intimate in the way Jeonghan's voice always sounds like. But especially when—
"Oh, Mingyu," Jeonghan keens, his cunt gushing around Mingyu's cock as his body tightens up. He feels intensely good around Mingyu, the epitome of picture perfect as his eyes flutter with the force of his orgasm.
He looks positively sinful. Mingyu is delighted.
He considers, for a second, pulling out his phone the moment Jeonghan slumps back into the bed, his breathing heavy as his fingers shake around a handful of the sheets beneath him. He looks at Mingyu like he can see beyond him, eyes half lidded.
It's unbelievably hot. Mingyu doesn't know why he held back for so fucking long, when he could be having this every night.
"Please," Jeonghan says, quiet and trembling. It is enough to push Mingyu over the edge, his grip tight on Jeonghan as he feels a breath choking its way up his throat, caught. He feels pleasure raze its way up his spine, dark and all consuming.
Jeonghan is still all the while, shivering faintly once Mingyu begins to fill him up, his gaze focused downwards as his head lifts. He watches it happen with a part of his lips, mouthing something to himself, silent, and Mingyu does not have the energy to ask him what he's just said as he pulls out.
He feels spent, sated in a way he hasn't felt for a long, long time. It resonates in him when he looks at Jeonghan's cunt, the way cum drips out of him as he opens himself up with two fingers, fascinated.
Mingyu's mouth is still watering, even as he grabs at his phone, opens up his camera, and snaps a shot. It is sort of image he will hide in a folder, and only pull out when he feels like getting off.
Jeonghan looks up at him at the flash, eyes unfocused like he has no idea where he is, or who Mingyu is. The fog clears after a few seconds, and he flushes red once again. He does not go after Mingyu's phone, though, and Mingyu counts it as a win.
"You should sleep," Mingyu tells him, already heading to the bathroom.
Jeonghan does not reply, and Mingyu does not look back.
정한이 형이
mingyu
we need to talk right now
please