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Hyunjin couldn’t help but giggle when the music started up again, though he did his best to hide it by pressing his lips together when Minho threw him a look. It wasn’t his fault, okay, there was just something about Minho emulating Hyuna that was making him nervous and giddy and it wasn't because he didn't enjoy it. Whenever those hands landed on his hips or especially whenever Minho knelt down in front of him - which, in the mirror, looked even less innocent - nervous laughter was the only option. You know, considering that the other option was to get hard and make it far too obvious how much he liked this.
"Are you done?" Minho asked, his tone clipped as he crossed his arms. "I know it's only a skit, but we should practise it right just once, don't you think?"
"I can't help it!" Hyunjin threw his hands up and took a few steps back. "You're very distracting!"
Minho raised his eyebrows and stepped closer, making Hyunjin walk backwards until he stumbled into the mirror, his fingers grappling at the smooth surface behind him. "Distracting?" He tilted his head and looked Hyunjin up and down before meeting his eyes. "Do tell, how am I distracting? You keep grabbing my ass and you don't see me breaking into laughter over that."
No, but he had stumbled a little at one point, though Hyunjin was wise enough not to mention as much. Instead, he huffed and rolled his eyes, leaning back against the mirror. "Okay, me grabbing your ass - and you grab mine too, by the way - or you shoving your face in my crotch isn't the same thing, hyung. I'm used to the first, not so much the second." When Minho's lips slowly curled up into a smirk, Hyunjin hastened to add: "In public!"
"Hm. Probably for the best, you'd get us caught immediately." Minho sighed and played with the loose collar of the old white t-shirt Hyunjin had thrown on. "My baby, always causing trouble.”
“A troublemaker?” Hyunjin joked, groaning when Minho pinched his side. “Fine, fine, I take it back!” Besides, he was pretty sure both of them were equally bad: Minho was far worse at hiding anything and had, in fact, turned to being too obvious at times so people would assume he was joking. He gasped when Minho grabbed him by the hips - from the front this time - and pulled him closer, his eyes widening at the sudden move.
Minho tutted. “You’re so easy to rile up, baby. This is why we need to practise, see? If I get on my knees for you, you can’t start giggling.” He pushed one of his knees between Hyunjin’s legs and up against his groin, licking his lips when Hyunjin clutched his shoulders. “You can’t do that either, you know.”
“You’re the one trying to turn me on,” Hyunjin whined. “You can’t do this on stage either, if you actually put your mouth on my dick, Chan hyung will have a heart attack.” And probably not just him either: he can already imagine their members’ flustered and scandalised expressions at this skit alone, let alone if they went for something far more explicit (which, of course, they never would).
Minho hummed and shoved his leg up once more, watching darkly as Hyunjin let out a breath and rested his head back and stared down at him through heavy eyelids. “Maybe you just need to let off some steam first, get a little more relaxed. Then you don’t need to be as nervous when we try again, right?”
“Hyung…” Hyunjin bit his lip, unsure. “I’m not sure this is the place.”
“Why not?” Minho leaned in and pressed his lips to Hyunjin’s neck, chuckling when Hyunjin whined in response. “No one else is here, and I can lock the door. No one will know.” He gently caught Hyunjin’s bottom lip between his own before kissing him fully, his snickering muffled when Hyunjin kissed back with great enthusiasm. “But,” Minho said between kisses, “if you genuinely don’t want to-”
Hyunjin kissed him a little harder, moaning when Minho took the opportunity to lick into his mouth. “I do want to,” he admitted shyly, fiddling with Minho’s sleeves and avoiding looking at his face. “But maybe not… not all the way? And with the door locked, yes.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on doing more than blow you,” Minho promised. He ran his thumb along Hyunjin’s cheekbone and smiled, a little bit sweet, a little bit devilish. "And if you change your mind about that too, we stop. Either way…" He pushed back and sauntered over to the luckily windowless door, locking it and then triple checking no one could get in before he made his way back over to Hyunjin. He cupped his cheek and kissed him deeply. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"More than okay," Hyunjin agreed, sinking into the next kiss Minho bestowed on him. He whimpered at the touch of teeth followed by a soothing tongue and arched his back when Minho’s hands fell back to his hips and tugged him down onto his firm thigh. He was aware he was already chubbing up and the friction did nothing to stop it, instead had him rolling his hips down for more. A moan left his mouth when one of Minho’s hands slid around so he could squeeze his ass, then over to his front to cup the growing bulge there, his other hand steadying Hyunjin by the hip.
“Still okay, baby?” Minho murmured as he massaged Hyunjin’s length. He nipped at Hyunjin’s neck as he waited for him to confirm that yes, he was still very, very okay, and very, very much on board. As soon as he did so, Minho shot him a smirk and copied the move from the dance to get to his knees, sensual and sexy.
Hyunjin swallowed as he stared down at his boyfriend, his hands finding purchase on Minho’s shoulders. “Hyung,” he breathed when Minho tugged at the drawstrings of his sweatpants and tugged them down his hips, leaving them to pool at his feet. His underwear did nothing to hide his arousal and he wasn’t even fully hard just yet, something Minho seemed eager to fix if the speed with which he pulled his boxers down was any indication. It was clear there wasn’t much room for foreplay, since Minho put his mouth on Hyunjin’s cock nearly immediately.
“Fuck.” Hyunjin groaned and closed his eyes, focusing on the wet heat around him and not on the fact that they were in semi-public and there was a mirror behind his back, a mirror he would have difficulty looking into in future without remembering this moment. Which, come to think of it, might not be very conducive to getting him more relaxed, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to care when Minho’s tongue was doing things to him that probably should be illegal. His fingers dug into the other’s shoulders and one of his hands flew up to his mouth to muffle the noises he was letting out thanks to Minho taking him down his throat, something he couldn’t do all too often due to their work, but fuck if it didn’t feel amazing on the rare occasions he did.
Still being careful, Minho moved so he could suck on the tip, coaxing out as much precum as possible, his hands helping to jerk off what he didn't hold in his mouth. His favourite thing, however, was to use his tongue, licking firmly along his veins and lapping at the head, and right now he was slowly making Hyunjin lose his mind.
"Hyung, close," Hyunjin panted before he bit down on his palm and whimpered loudly.
In response, Minho tightened his grip and fisted his dick harder, his pretty mouth working him over until he tensed up and spilled down his throat, his head smacking into the mirror and his teeth digging into his hand as he tried to keep quiet. He trembled and tapped Minho's shoulder to let him know he could stop, but instead he kept on going until nothing else came out and then made a big show of swallowing it all down.
"Hyung, hyung," Hyunjin moaned, pulling at Minho's shirt. "You too, let me-"
"It's okay." Minho's voice was deeper than usual, a little wrecked, and he clambered to his feet with less grace than usual. He kissed Hyunjin once more, the taste of himself not deterring Hyunjin in the slightest - he knew Minho liked it this way, which made him like it too and he eagerly licked out his own taste as much as possible while Minho shoved his hand down his own pants and got himself off, the other hand holding Hyunjin's head in place.
"Wait, wait, wait." Hyunjin gently pushed him back when he could tell Minho was getting close, well acquainted with the signs by now, and got to his knees clumsily to return the favour, pulling down Minho's pants and underwear and glancing up at a shocked-looking Minho as he wrapped his lips around Minho's cock, just in time to catch his cum, only a few drops dripping down his chin, which he made sure to wipe off when he was finished swallowing everything else. Taking a deep breath, he sat back on his heels and licked around his lips one last time as he smiled up at his boyfriend. "Less messy."
Minho snorted and tucked Hyunjin’s hair behind his ears. "You're cute. And good thinking too, because I'm not sure I brought clean underwear."
Hyunjin beamed up at him and let Minho help him back up, enjoying the light pampering. "Besides, I like doing it," he whispered as he rested against the mirror and tried to catch his breath.
Humming, Minho crouched down to help him get dressed, leaving a kiss on his hip before he retied his sweatpants. "If it helps, I like it too," he said. "So please, whenever you feel the need, go for it. In the right context, of course." He got up and held Hyunjin in his arms, his eyes fond as he looked at him. "But the real question is: do you think we can go through the song again?"
For a moment, Hyunjin could only stare at him, almost having forgotten why they were here. Then it all came back to him and he nodded, straightening up and taking out a hair tie to tie back his hair, something he probably should have done earlier. "Let's go!"
Somewhat surprisingly, Minho's idea had been a good one: they made it through the next few rounds perfectly, without Hyunjin giggling or getting inappropriately turned on (or Minho, for that matter), and the worst that happened were a few smiles between them - which they agreed was acceptable. Nonetheless, the others' reactions would undoubtedly be worth noting once the fanmeeting came.
By the time they left the practice room, Hyunjin was feeling much more confident about the entire thing. Well, except for one thing…
"Hyung?"
Minho hummed in question as he switched off the lights and shut the door behind them, his bag slung over his shoulder.
"It worked now, but what if I start giggling at the fanmeeting?"
Minho grinned and wrapped an arm around Hyunjin's waist. "Well, my baby, we'll just need to practise a few more times, just like that. And…" He leaned in to mutter in Hyunjin's ear. "We can always find a quiet place before we go on stage." He cackled when Hyunjin turned red and hurried ahead of him.