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Mingyu wasn’t stupid. Of course he didn’t miss the way Jeonghan’s hand brushed against him as he passed, or his excessive stretching to make his shirt ride up and show the skin of his torso, under the guise of his “old age” and needing to stretch out more often than the others. He wasn’t oblivious to Jeonghan’s eyes on him when his back was turned, or the look in his eye when he caught the other’s gaze in the reflection of the mirror. Jeonghan was teasing him, and it was working, to Mingyu’s dismay. They were in the middle of dance practice, which means there were eleven other people in the room, but Jeonghan seemed content to pretend they were the only ones there. It was making Mingyu sloppy - Hoshi had corrected him more times than normal, and Mingyu was almost certain the choreographer knew something was up. If he did, however, he didn’t ask any questions, and Mingyu was grateful.
Practice felt like it dragged on for ages, but eventually everyone was patting each other on the back and making their way out. Mingyu met Jeonghan’s eyes, shaking his head when the other raised an eyebrow in question. The two stayed behind as everyone trickled out until eventually it was just them. They told the others they just wanted to get in some extra practice, so nobody asked any questions.
Jeonghan opened his mouth to speak, but a yelp of surprise replaced his words as Mingyu roughly grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall. Mingyu couldn't help the way his eyes fell on parted lips, and even further to the rise and fall of Jeonghan's chest.
"Mingyu?"
Mingyu's eyes shot up, to meet Jeonghan’s, watching his expression shift from shock to a gentle smile. "Is something on your mind, hm?"
Mingyu pouted, which got a giggle out of Jeonghan. "Shut up," he whined, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Jeonghan's lips. The other hummed in content, happily kissing him back. His hands had dropped to Jeonghan's waist, holding him securely in place. The kiss quickly turned heated once Mingyu felt hands slide beneath his shirt, fingers tracing over each dip and curve of his stomach. A quiet moan slipped from Mingyu's lips, followed by a louder groan when Jeonghan pulled away.
"Have you been thinking about me?" Jeonghan tilted his head, still smiling as he proceeded to run his hands over Mingyu's torso. He was infuriating, Mingyu thought, utterly infuriating and annoying. Sadly for Mingyu, he was a fool in love, and Jeonghan knew that he had captured his heart.
"Of course I have," he replied, letting out an annoyed huff when he leaned back in for a kiss and Jeonghan pulled away again. "I haven't been able to think about anything else. Hoshi hyung scolded me for it, you know. It's all your fault." Jeonghan laughed, something light and wonderful, and Mingyu wished he could listen to him laugh forever.
"Well, I'm sure Hoshi will forgive you for making mistakes." Mingyu began to pepper kisses to Jeonghan's neck as he spoke, earning another soft hum from the other. "What I need is far more important than today's practice, anyway."
Now, Mingyu knew there wasn't a lot that was actually more important than practice to Jeonghan. He knew just how important this job was, and the importance of practice. That, on top of all the teasing, meant there was really only one thing he could need. Mingyu still found himself asking, "What's that, hyung?" He lifted his head to meet Jeonghan’s eyes once more, greeted with a look that he knew meant trouble.
"You."
Mingyu groaned, leaning down to leave a few more kisses to Jeonghan’s neck before moving up to kiss along his jaw. "Have you been thinking about me all practice, hyung?" He felt Jeonghan shiver, arching slightly to push their chests together. He quickly nodded as Mingyu's hand slid down, fingers dipping into the hem of his shorts. "Do you want me to do something about it?" More nodding from Jeonghan. Mingyu chuckled, slipping his hand down Jeonghan’s shorts to trace his fingers over his clothed pussy. It pulled a gasp out of the other man, and Mingyu was happy to see the expression on Jeonghan's face; blush making its home on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Mingyu teased his clit through his panties - lace, he noted. It made him wonder if Jeonghan had prepared for this ahead of time.
Mingyu was quick to drop to his knees, leaving Jeonghan’s hands to fall to his sides. He heard another gasp from above him, looking up to see Jeonghan staring down at him, eyes wide. Jeonghan looked towards the door, then back to Mingyu. "Mingyu, the door isn't locked." Whoever had left last had the courtesy to close it, but neither Jeonghan nor Mingyu had made any moves to lock it since then. Maybe Jeonghan had planned for this to happen elsewhere, for Mingyu to take him back home and get him in bed. But Mingyu was impatient, all the teasing having taken a toll on him - and if he waited until they were home, he suspected he may have been too worn out to do anything.
It didn't take him long to respond to Jeonghan's worries. "So? Nobody's going to walk in unannounced. If they do, that's not my fault." Mingyu began to slide Jeonghan's shorts off, not missing the quiet "Fuck" that was whispered above him. He pressed kisses to the skin just above Jeonghan's panties, smiling against his stomach as the other shivered. Mingyu helped Jeonghan remove his shorts from around his ankles, moving on quickly after to remove his underwear as well.
Jeonghan watched with an intent stare, and Mingyu could feel his eyes boring into him, encouraging him to keep going. He pressed feather-light kisses from his stomach down to between his legs, looking up to meet Jeonghan’s gaze. He was beautiful as ever, face flushed and lips parted. He was practically glowing, and Mingyu couldn’t help but admire him.
The wetness between Jeonghan’s legs was evident, and Mingyu wasted no time collecting it on his tongue. Jeonghan let out a breathy moan, hands falling to Mingyu’s hair. He didn’t pull or tug, simply holding onto him. Mingyu continued to lap at the slick between Jeonghan’s legs, pulling heavy breaths and whines out of him.
“Mingyu, inside, please.” Jeonghan didn’t even try to hide the whine in his voice, and Mingyu couldn’t resist the smile that pulled at his lips. How could he deny his boy?
Mingyu dipped his tongue into Jeonghan’s hole, resulting in a loud moan and a harsh tug of his hair. Mingyu’s hand found the back of Jeonghan’s thigh, giving it a squeeze before lifting it up to rest on his shoulder. He held his hand on his thigh as he continued to fuck Jeonghan with his tongue, relishing in the taste of his lover. Jeonghan rutted against Mingyu’s face, using his hold on his hair to keep him in place as he sought out his own pleasure. Mingyu groaned, reaching a hand down to palm himself through his shorts as he ate out the man above him.
Jeonghan didn’t bother trying to hide his sounds anymore, loudly moaning into the quiet practice room. Mingyu thought about the chance of someone hearing, someone returning to grab something they had left behind and walking in on the two. It pulled an involuntary moan out of him, which sent more shivers along Jeonghan’s body. The only sounds to fill the otherwise silent room were the wet sounds coming from where Mingyu’s mouth met Jeonghan’s cunt, and the latter’s moans and whines. It was like music to Mingyu’s ears.
Jeonghan looked away from Mingyu only once, turning his head to look towards the door. Perhaps he was thinking the same things Mingyu had been not too long ago, whining and turning his gaze back to the boy beneath him. His eyebrows scrunched together, eyes half lidded in pleasure and lips still beautifully parted. If they were in a different position, Mingyu may have slipped his fingers into his mouth, forced him to suck his fingers and watch as drool slipped around the digits and out of his mouth. He stored the thought away for another time.
“Mingyu… Mingyu, fuck, puppy,” Jeonghan whined, and Mingyu paused with a sharp inhale. “Feels so good, don’t stop puppy, please.” Mingyu picked up the pace, eating out his boyfriend with a newfound fervor. The nickname made his head spin and his stomach twist, heat spreading from his belly to the rest of his body. He finally slipped his hand into his boxers to begin jerking himself off properly, bucking his hips into his hand. He could cum anytime now, and he was sure Jeonghan was close, too, if the sloppy way he was jerking his hips against his face was any sort of indicator. Neither of them were expected to last very long, not after all the riling up during practice. The words “Mingyu”, “fuck”, and “please” were slipping from his lips as if they were the only words he knew, as though he’d gone dumb and couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Mingyu shifted to suck on Jeonghan’s clit, making the other practically scream. He should have done this much sooner, pressing a light kiss to his thigh before taking him back in his mouth. Mingyu was almost certain someone had heard them by now, and the thought only spurred him on further. If anybody was close, they’d know that Jeonghan was his, and that he was the only one that could pull such noises out of his lover.
“Mmnh, Mingyu…” Jeonghan panted out, trying his best to collect himself enough to speak. “I’m close. Please, I’m so close.”
Mingyu’s hand around himself began moving faster, his other hand moving on its own to between Jeonghan’s legs, sliding in his two middle fingers with ease. Jeonghan kept his thigh in place on his boyfriend’s shoulder, and Mingyu could feel the muscle tense in an effort to stay still. Mingyu fucked his fingers into Jeonghan at the same pace he jerked himself off, determined to make them cum together. Jeonghan sounded like he was sobbing, and when Mingyu looked up, he could see tears fall down beautiful, red cheeks. He moaned at the sight, eyes fluttering shut as he focused on Jeonghan’s pleasure. His hips had stopped moving, likely worn out from all the effort to get himself off. No problem, Mingyu thought, he was happy to do all the work himself. He was nothing if not eager to make Jeonghan feel good.
Mingyu opened his eyes just in time to watch Jeonghan’s eyes roll back, the most beautiful sound leaving his lips as his orgasm crashed over him, his whole body shuddering with effort. Mingyu came seconds after, moaning against Jeonghan once more. His hand was sticky with his release, and he knew his boxers had suffered the same fate.
Mingyu pulled his head back, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. Jeonghan was doing the same, whining in the aftermath. Mingyu placed his hand back under Jeonghan’s thigh, carefully guiding it back so he could stand on two legs. He then stood up himself, the ache in his knees making itself evident now that he wasn’t caught up in pleasure.
Jeonghan let out a soft whine, and Mingyu leaned in for a gentle kiss. Jeonghan hummed into the kiss, and Mingyu wondered if he’d be able to taste himself. They exchanged a few more kisses before parting, smiling at one another.
“That was really good,” Jeonghan started with a small laugh. “I’m afraid I was a bit loud, though. Sorry.” He gave Mingyu a sheepish smile, making the other giggle.
“Don’t worry about it, it was hot. I just hope we don’t have to explain anything to any of the others later.” They exchanged laughs before Mingyu groaned. “Fuck, I need a shower.” He finally took a moment to take in their condition; they were both sweaty from both practice and sex, still panting to catch their breaths. Mingyu’s legs ached, and he was sure Jeonghan wasn’t much better off since he had to support all his weight on one leg.
Mingyu debated wiping his hands off on his shorts, before his eyes fell to Jeonghan’s lips. Jeonghan must have followed his gaze, lips pulling into a grin. That was all the confirmation Mingyu needed before he raised his hand, pressing his fingers covered in his own cum to Jeonghan’s lips. “Open,” he commanded, and Jeonghan was quick to take his fingers into his mouth and suck at them. Mingyu allowed the moment to drag on a bit, but decided it was time to wrap things up, pulling his fingers out of Jeonghan’s mouth with a pop. He moved to wipe his other hand on his shorts, before a hand on his wrist stopped him.
“Um,” Jeonghan started, not quite meeting Mingyu’s eyes when he looked up at the other. “I want to taste myself, if that’s okay.” Mingyu groaned, lifting up his other hand to Jeonghan’s mouth. “Fuck, hyung, that’s hot. You know I can’t say no to something like that.” Jeonghan simply smiled, repeating the same thing he had with Mingyu’s other hand, taking his fingers into his mouth and swiping his tongue over the digits. To Mingyu, this was sexier than his boyfriend sucking his cum off of his fingers. Because it was his own, and he had asked, instead of being told to do so.
Shortly after they got cleaned up and got Jeonghan redressed, making sure no evidence was left behind for someone else to find. Jeonghan ran his hands through Mingyu’s hair, smiling softly at the younger boy before taking his hand in his own. Mingyu smiled back, intertwining their fingers.
“Let’s go home, hyung. I’ll get you in a nice, warm bath, and then we can get some sleep.” Jeonghan hummed in agreement, his smile never leaving his lips. They made their way home, finally getting some well deserved rest after the events of the day. Mingyu held Jeonghan from behind in the bath, Jeonghan’s back to his chest, and delicately kissed every inch of skin accessible to him. They could do this every day, he thought. As long as Jeonghan was always close to him.