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When his friend threw him to the floor after cracking a really bad joke he laughed it off. He loved feeling part of his friend group and didn’t care if he was going to get tortured by San and Wooyoung’s tickles. Sure, he knew that everyone loved him and that he was always included in every plan, but sometimes he found himself disoriented or running away due to the stress some of those plans carried and he feared being a bother for them.
After a while, the tickles became overwhelming, Yunho had also joined them and all he could hear was their laughter overlapping the conversation that Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Jongho were having. It was too much, but he feared ruining the mood if he said something, so he covered his ears to lessen the stress and closed his eyes trying to focus. They were almost crushing him with their weight and he started fearing having a meltdown.
“Enough.” Mingi grunted in a low voice. “Leave him alone.”
“Why?” Wooyoung cackled. “He’s laughing.”
Yeosang opened his eyes just in time to see his big friend push the lovebirds away with one arm while he used the other to drag his body away from the commotion. Yeosang allowed it, he always felt protected by Mingi, the way he towered over and gave him the warmest hugs had already helped him calm down countless of times. The younger one had always made him feel safe.
San bit Mingi’s arm, making him back away which allowed Wooyoung to attack again. This time Seonghwa tried to grab the chaos incarnate while Hongjoong restrained San. Yunho backed away on his own and Jongho was laughing next to them. Mingi quickly stood up and scooped Yeosang up, holding him in his arms close to his chest.
“Guys, seriously, stop.” The low voice vibrated in his chest and Yeosang instantly uncovered his ears to throw his arms around the taller one’s neck. “Enough.”
“Are you ok?” San asked. “We didn’t mean to…”
Yeosang hid his head on Mingi's chest trying not to break down and start crying. He had managed to ruin the mood once again.
“Not now.” Mingi lowered his voice as he started walking towards the door to the backyard. “I got you, don’t worry.”
The freezing wind stung through their skin and Mingi almost immediately started shivering. Yeosang was still warm in his arms as the freezing cold seemed to cut the skin of his cheeks and wondered if his ears were red under his black hair.
“Do you want me to put you back on the floor?” The tall man asked, and Yeosang immediately shook his head. “Do you want me to hold you a bit longer?"
Yeosang nodded. Mingi's heartbeat, the way his arms carefully held him closely, one under his thighs allowing his knees to bend comfortably; and the other one holding him by the waist as the long fingers held his shirt in a way that kept folds from forming and marking his skin made the shorter one feel cared for. He wondered if that was the way that cherished dolls felt when the kids held them. The way that Mingi's body embraced him made him feel overwhelmingly small and fragile in the best way.
Mingi was strong enough to hold him comfortably for a while, but the cold started to make him shiver way too much and his hands were getting numb.
"Put me down." Yeosang managed to say, wondering if his voice sounded mean.
Mingi bent his knees and lowered down as he moved Yeosang into a vertical position, allowing him to jump down easily. The warmth was gone and his breath was visible under the dim light of the moon.
“Are you okay? Do you want to stay outside for a while?” Mingi asked as he brushed his fire-coloured hair strands out of his face.
“Yes, please.” Yeosang tried to look at his friend’s face, but his eyes drifted away to stare at the tree at the back of the backyard. “Thank you.”
He saw Mingi smile in the corner of his eye. “Don’t mention it. I’ll go get your jacket, do you want me to stay?”
Yeosang nodded, it was harder to use his words when he became overwhelmed and afraid of losing everyone. Mingi quickly entered back inside, leaving him alone which made him lose his composure and sit down on the floor crying. His fears came back like a river and so did his tears.
It didn’t help that Mingi was inside the house more time than he predicted, it was unsettling and the thoughts were getting louder. Did he mess everything up?
After a couple of minutes the door finally opened. Yeosang wiped off his tears and stood up. Mingi had his jacket in one hand and a big mug –Yeosang’s mug– in the other. He put the mug on the table and helped Yeosang put on the jacket.
“I brought you hot chocolate, I thought it might help you calm down.”
It surprised Yeosang, he didn’t expect the kind gesture. They sat down at the table, the chairs were cold but it didn’t matter. Yeosang sipped the hot chocolate, it was done exactly how he liked it. His tall friend didn’t speak at first, allowing him some time to settle down. When he seemed back to normal Mingi cleared his throat.
“They didn’t know you were not enjoying it and they are worried about you. They want to apologise but I told them to give you some space first, is that okay?”
Yeosang sighed. “They didn’t mean to hurt me, it’s okay. Tell them not to apologise.”
“They should’ve stopped.” Mingi’s low voice surprised him. No matter how many times he heard his friend lower register it always made him shiver. “You were overwhelmed, you were not having fun.” Yeosang opened his mouth but Mingi shushed him and kept talking. “And no, before you say anything, it doesn’t matter that you don’t want to fuck things up or the whole talk about I-take-everything-too-personally-and-I-don’t-want-to-be-a-burden. You’re our friend just as anyone in this house right now is and having fun means that the eight of us have fun.”
“But I am a burden. I ruined the mood.” He complained.
“No, you did not. They did it by pushing you way too much. We care about you, we really do. And sure, they didn’t mean to hurt you, but that doesn’t mean that they didn’t. Just talk it out and try to establish your limits, please. You always deal with too much for you to handle and never in your life complain.”
“I don’t want to lose this.” Yeosang stared at Mingi’s hands. “I'm always the weird one, I get too excited about things and if I start talking I can't even seem to be able to shut up. I misinterpret everything everyone says and I don't know how to deal with jokes. I've lost every single friend I had, I don't want to lose the ones that seem to find me cute."
"We do find you cute. Yeosang, we absolutely adore you. San loves you to death, Wooyoung thinks of you as his best friend, Jongho would kill anyone for you, Yunho adores talking to you, Seonghwa treats you like his own child and Hongjoong is always buying you gifts." Mingi's voice was slightly shaky, but Yeosang believed it was the cold. "You're the best thing that happened to us. Remember when Wooyoung wanted to flirt with San and you went right in to tell him without hesitation. And now not only San is in our group but he's also dating Wooyoung."
Yeosang finished his hot chocolate before answering. "I don't get what you mean by that." He recognised. "I know you all love me but at some point I will annoy you."
"You don't get it, do you?" Mingi chuckled. "You're perfect just the way you are and we wouldn't change a damn thing about you, but we need to know when we hurt you because we don't want that."
And just like that, the week off at the cottage in the mountains started. Everyone apologised and reassured Yeosang that he hadn’t ruined anything. Wooyoung and Jongho cooked dinner and they played some games in which Yeosang ended up getting piggyback rides from almost everyone.
Seonghwa’s back was soft and the waist was thin, perfect for wrapping his legs around.
Jongho’s grip was too harsh.
Hongjoong couldn’t hold him.
But then it was San’s turn and it felt too good. The broad back to hold himself nicely, the gentle grip and the thin waist that allowed him to wrap his legs. His heart beat in a way that he did not understand.
It didn't help at all that a few minutes later Mingi grabbed him off San's back and masterfully carried him without his feet touching the floor. It was dizzying and Mingi's nape smelled so so good.
He was truly happy and he couldn't stop smiling and laughing. He felt like the prettiest doll.
Some games later, they went to sleep. To no one's surprise Wooyoung and San shared the room with a double bed and the rest were decided by playing some games of rock paper scissors.
Seonghwa was paired with Jongho, Hongjoong with Yunho and Mingi with Yeosang… and Mingi decided to take care of his friend as much as he could, allowing the shorter one to choose bed, the amount of light they let into the room and every little accommodations. But he also knew that he snored and feared disrupting Yeosang's sleep.
The moment Mingi switched off the light Yeosang started talking.
"You were right, it was a good idea for me to come here. I'm having fun and everyone is showering me with love. Thank you for taking care of me, your heartbeat is really calming and it was nice of you to keep the folds of the clothes away from my skin."
Mingi laughed softly. Yeosang could’ve chosen to say a lot of different things like getting the jacket, offering a hot-chocolate or carrying him out, but instead he had chosen to talk about heartbeats and folds. That was just the way the black-haired man was, cryptic even for his compliments and gratitudes.
“I’m glad I was able to help you. You’re the cutest when you’re happy.” Mingi whispered not knowing if he wanted Yeosang to hear him.
There was no answer. Mingi turned away and sighed into the pillow trying to sleep. Yeosang started moving on the bed, not used to the bedsheets and the mattress. He had always had a hard time sleeping away from home. After a few turns he noticed how the bed was getting way too messy and thought that it was better if he stopped, at that rate he would have to wake up Mingi to be able to tidy the bed and try again.
The thought of disturbing him was unsettling and Yeosang decided to stay put whatever he felt as his heart started pounding, anticipating a long long night and even longer day if he didn’t manage to get some rest. He could hear the floor and the clock in the living room, someone shuffling in his bed and… Wooyoung’s giggles.
A few minutes later, when desperation was starting to peak, Mingi started snoring slowly. At first it was really low, almost like a heavy breathing, but as minutes passed, the volume and intensity increased and, somehow, it made Yeosang conscious of his own accelerated breathing and helped him find the strength to calm it down.
A couple minutes in, both men breathed at the same rhythm and, against all odds, Yeosang started calming down himself, his eyelashes fluttering shut and his muscles losing tension. His jaw unclenched and he stopped grabbing the sheets.
He woke up disoriented after having a dream about being a wool doll. He couldn’t recall the details, as everything that occupied his mind for a whole minute was Hongjoong scolding Wooyoung for throwing a whole mattress on top of him while he slept and Wooyoung whines claiming that he wasn’t the one that did it, that he only followed Jongho and Yunho.
Yeosang opened his eyes and groaned, still half-asleep. The sun entered the room through the blinds and he couldn’t help but notice how the soft light hit Mingi’s half-opened lips, the way his eyelashes created deep shadows on his cheekbone and the messy hair shining bright over the pillow. Mingi was handsome.
The tall man frowned in his sleep as Wooyoung yelled louder trying to defend himself.
“Good morning.” Mingi sighed as he opened his eyes, not even checking if Yeosang was awake already.
“Wooyoung is taking the blame for Jongho’s prank.” Yeosang informed him. “They’ve been arguing for a while already.”
“Did you manage to sleep? I heard you moving a lot before falling asleep.” Mingi ignored it. “...and I sometimes snore, I don’t want to keep you awake.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Yeosang smiled. “It actually helped me calm down and fall asleep. Thank you for snoring.”
The taller man looked utterly confused at his friend’s sweet smile as Jongho entered the room looking for a place to hide.
“I swear I’ll kill you.” Wooyoung yelled somewhere in the cottage.
The day passed so quickly, they had breakfast, played some video games, cooked lunch and some of them –Mingi, Seonghwa and Yeosang– went for a walk after doing the dishes.
The snow covered the path to the forest and it took them a while to find their pace. Mingi's shoes had better grip and he hardly ever slipped while Seonghwa's trainers were not made for slippery surfaces and fell a couple of times. Yeosang didn't have any trouble walking, but it seemed to be caused by the way he was focusing all his energy on it.
They talked about their friendship and the way they almost felt like they were drifting away now that most of them had stable jobs and lived on their own. It felt refreshing for Yeosang to hear about his friends' worries and plans. He didn't share that much, he didn't feel as interesting as the rest's stories and he cared more about knowing about them than them knowing about him.
"Hey, stop. Look at this scenery, it's pretty, let's take some photos." Seonghwa stopped them, taking his phone out of his pocket.
Yeosang didn't hesitate and grabbed the phone out of his friend's hand. "Let me take them."
They stayed there for a few minutes. Seonghwa posing for the camera, Yeosang taking the pictures and Mingi just staring at them.
"Come on, I'll take some pictures of you." The older friend offered.
"No." Yeosang and Mingi answered at the same time.
"Come on! I really want to take some photos of you both."
Mingi wouldn't admit it, but he really wanted a photo with Yeosang.
"Just a selfie. Anything!" Seonghwa bounced like a child. "Please, please, please."
A few minutes later, he had managed to convince them both to have a full individual shoot and some photos of them together. Seonghwa tried to conceal the size difference playing with the angles and poses, but both of the models ended up convincing him that it didn't matter, that the differences were there and they were more than ok with it.
He let them revise them and both of them fell in love with the same photo, one that had Yeosang standing in front with Mingi hugging him from behind and resting the head on his shoulder.
Yeosang loved it because he saw himself as a little doll in the arms of his favourite kid.
Mingi loved it because Yeosang looked the happiest he had seen him in a photo.
Unfortunately for them, the sun was starting to set and they decided that it was better to go back and call it a day.
"One last selfie!" Seonghwa pulled them both closely and took a quick photo before getting back to the cottage.
And with that, they started walking back. It was an uneventful walk until Yeosang saw a really dark squirrel and ran after it.
"There's a squirrel! I want to see it!"
Mingi and Seonghwa laughed it off. Seeing Yeosang relax was heartwarming. His smile shone bright like the stars on a clear night. Always so sincere, always unfiltered. It was so obvious when the short man was happy. Sometimes he bounced and laughed, sometimes he just clapped happily, but there was always a sign that made it crystal clear.
In a moment, he was out of their sight between some trees, not far away as they could still hear the tree branches, leaves and sticks on the ground crunching as he walked, but far enough for them to try to locate him visually. Just when he entered their vision field again, he tripped over a branch, making him fall to the ground with a loud thump and a shy “ah”.
His hair now had several leaves tangled and he was covered in a mix of mud and snow.
Yeosang realised that his shoe sole was torn all across his arch, which meant that the walk back had gotten difficult, as his foot would end up soaked in freezing water. He quickly hid it, he didn’t want to worry anyone or become a hassle.
“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Mingi and Seonghwa quickly moved to his side.
“I don’t know where the squirrel went.” Yeosang shrugged. “No, just…” He looked down at his jeans now that he was sitting down and getting as soaked as Seonghwa was and realised there was a hole in the fabric on the knee and he had an ugly scrape. “Just a scratch, I’m ok.”
“Why are you covering your sole with your hand?” Seonghwa asked. “Did you hurt your ankle or something?”
“No, no, I’m okay, really.” Yeosang quickly answered and moved his body to the side, getting ready to stand up. He didn’t really know how to walk back to the cottage without suffering the consequences of tearing that bad his shoe in a snow-covered forest.
Someone would definitely scold him if they found out.
Mingi offered his hand to help him stand up and he gladly accepted, sinking his heel on the snow, trying not to take in too much water and mud. But the stability wasn't great and, unsurprisingly, he fell backwards once again, hitting his head against the floor no matter how hard his tall friend tried to hold him. His legs flew up from the inertia and his nightmares became true: Seonghwa noticed.
Before he could ever react, the older friend grabbed his leg and examined the shoe as Mingi checked that he hadn't hurt himself on the second fall.
"Do you have any tape or something?" Seonghwa asked, showing Mingi the torn sole.
"It's nothing." Yeosang tried to free his foot. "We'll be back soon."
Mingi didn't even ask, he just took him in his arms like he was made of feathers and passed him over his own head, helping him get positioned on the taller's back. Seonghwa wiped the snow away from Yeosang's body and started picking off the leaves.
"I can't let you walk back, you would get sick. I can carry you easily, you're quite light."
He had become once again a doll to carry and couldn't help but blush and hide his face on Mingi's nape. Shame mixed with the ecstasy from being treated like the most precious little thing. He hated being a burden but he loved when taller and bigger people took him in their arms and carried him on the back.
“Can I ask for something in return?” Mingi stuttered.
“Of course.” Yeosang almost yelled not knowing if it was because he was a burden for his tall friend or it was as a joke. “Whatever you want."
Mingi hesitated. "Whatever?"
"Whatever."
"A… back massage would be nice." He finally said it in a low shy voice. "But it was a joke, I take care of you because you're my… friend."
Seonghwa started laughing, but quickly controlled himself and covered his mouth to avoid laughing further. Yeosang took some moments to consider it before answering.
"I definitely want to give you something in return because it feels wrong how much you've been helping me since we arrived and I would love to give you a massage but I'm not qualified and if I'm hurting your back with my weight, it would be unwise for someone untrained to do it."
Seonghwa couldn't hold his laughter anymore.
"You're not… hurting my back, I didn't mean it that way. Just… forget it. Please."
“I love you both so much.” The older friend patted both their heads. “Don’t you ever change.”
They arrived at the cottage almost an hour later. Both Seonghwa and Yeosang were shivering from the wetness of the snow they had on them from their falls. Mingi waited for them to be inside the house to leave Yeosang back on his feet, as careful as ever.
“Thank you.” Yeosang thanked Mingi once again. “My foot is dry and safe.”
“Go take a warm shower.” Seonghwa commanded him. “I’ll heal your wound once it is clean from all the mud and dirt.”
“You are freezing, you should go first.” Yeosang complained. “I can wait.”
“Go. I don’t have any wounds and my hair is clean.”
“But…”
“Yeosang, do as you’re told if you don’t want me to undress you and carry you to the bathroom.” Mingi spoke.
The short man froze in place. What was that? His chest was throbbing violently at those words and he was almost ready to drop to his knees and beg for it. He had always had a soft spot for Mingi, but he didn’t know that the soft spot could be substituted by desire and passion. But there was no way that Mingi said that in a hot way, it was just as a friendly threat.
Whatever it was, it made Yeosang obey immediately.
It was when he took off his clothes when he realised that he was completely covered in mud. His clothes were ruined and wondered if he could even clean them at all.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair looked extremely disgusting, but his skin was reddened there where his arms clung to Mingi's neck for a long time, reminding him of his own fragility.
He shook his head avoiding thinking about sex. He had always had his fantasies and kinks, but he believed he wouldn’t be able to communicate properly if he ever had a partner, but he doubted that he could ever score a date being so awkward and oblivious to any flirting. He had already given up years ago. His hands and toys had to suffice.
He washed his hair thoroughly, grimacing at the touch of the mud sliding down his body. It was disgusting and it ended up feeling his nails as if he had been digging in the backyard with his bare hands. It didn’t help that his thoughts were racing with images of Mingi washing his hair and kissing his lips under the water.
“Fuck.” He hissed to himself.
“When are you going to tell him?” Seonghwa asked, arms crossed and inquisitive eyes after he finished changing his clothes and warming up.
Mingi kept playing the Mario Kart game, ignoring his friend.
“Tell who what?” San quickly moved to sit next to his older friend. “Did we miss something?”
“What happened?” Wooyoung joined them.
Mingi grunted and ignored them.
“He likes Yeosang and he’s been trying to flirt, but Yeosang doesn’t see it.” Seonghwa murmured.
Wooyoung gasped and started hitting San’s thigh. “I told you, I told you, I told you.”
San didn’t say anything, he just stared at Mingi as he tensed up hearing the conversation.
“Yeah, you have to be direct, otherwise he won’t get it.” Jongho appeared through the door with a Pepsi can in his hand.
“Fuck off. He doesn’t care about those things.” Mingi lashed out. “What if I like him? That doesn’t change anything.”
“By the end of this trip you end up fucking.” Wooyoung smiled.
They heard how Yeosang turned off the shower and they quickly moved to their original positions and started talking about anything that came to their minds as Mingi stopped playing, not being able to focus anymore. Wooyoung sent a message to Yunho, who was doing some shopping along Hongjoong to buy some booze, he had a plan.
Seonghwa took care of the wound against Yeosang's will, who kept repeating time and time again that it was nothing and it was already cleaned from the shower, but San and Jongho immobilised him and threatened to hurt him if he didn't allow them to help him.
Mingi went back to play Mario Kart, this time against Wooyoung and, when Seonghwa finished, Yeosang went straight to his room, decided to get some rest and relax his mind. His tall friend's words were still in his mind, everything about letting people help him and the massage.
He took his phone and checked Instagram. Seonghwa had already uploaded the photo of them on their walk along with some of the photos in which he looked like a model. And at the end of the reel, there was a photo of Mingi carrying him. He sighed and liked the post.
It was weird. He had never felt anything when people carried him, but something was definitely off. His mind kept wandering to images of strong arms holding him and feeling small around those who he loved, mostly, but sometimes the image of Mingi's lips kept popping in his head.
He liked Mingi for a while already, but he had always had it under control. He wasn't the romantic type and Mingi deserved someone better, someone that was able to love with the intensity he deserved. Yeosang just wasn't that kind of person. He was someone that kept his space sacred and needed way too much time alone, someone that wasn't really keen on physical touch usually but sometimes had some moments that he was way too clingy. And there was no way that Mingi could keep up with his kinks.
He just felt he couldn't be the right boyfriend and wanted his giant kind friend to be happy.
A quick search on the internet about massages didn't help at all. Most results were about intimate massages and how to win a lover over with a massage. It made him feel weird enough to clear his history.
Then he came out of the room and joined the Mario Kart game. Mingi was sitting on the floor and Yeosang decided to sit between his legs and curl up in a little ball while he let them play. For the next race, Mingi passed him the controller and kept brushing his hair lightly as Yeosang played.
Yunho and Hongjoong had already come back at some point and they were helping Wooyoung cook dinner.
After having dinner, Wooyoung called San to help him take out the booze bottles and prepare everything for a fun night. Neither Mingi or Yeosang knew anything about the fact that they had bought alcohol, so it came as a surprise when they started filling the big table in the living room with bottles and glasses.
"Truth or dare? It feels like a truth or dare night." Wooyoung grinned.
"I've never played." Yeosang recognised.
"You what? What have you done all your teenage years?" Wooyoung was almost offended by his friend's words.
"Not play truth or dare, I guess. But it's never too late, right?"
Everyone laughed and the game started, everyone sat around the table. San chose to sit next to Yeosang and Wooyoung next to Mingi, who was forced by then to sit across the table. It was weird to see them apart. It was as if they were planning something and the tall man was already suspecting that they would try to get them to confess their love for each other.
He had already done it countless times, he had made sure that he flirted with Yeosang quite often, but the shorter one had always ignored him or rejected him masterfully. Even with the whole massage thing, the dodge had been astonishing. At that point he already preferred if Yeosang told him to stop trying instead of dodging every word.
"Can you explain the rules?" Yeosang asked.
“You choose truth or dare and you ask or do as you’re told. If you don’t want to tell your secrets or do what we ask you, you drink. Then you choose someone to ask them or dare them” San explained. “It’s easy, just let yourself go and have fun.”
“I don’t think that’s the way you play. Is it?”
“Shut up, you haven’t played once in your life.” Wooyoung laughed.
“I’ll start.” Hongjoong smirked. “Seonghwa, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“How many times did you fall today?”
“Quite a lot.” Seonghwa recognised. “I’m clumsy in the snow.”
“How many? That’s not an answer, give me the number or drink.”
“Come on!”
The rest started chanting to make Seonghwa drink. The game had officially started. The first questions were tame and there were some dares about sending a message to someone or reading different texts. After a while, questions became spicier and some of them were about their kinks and sexual experiences.
"Have you fucked last night?" Jongho asked Wooyoung at some point.
"Do you really need to ask that? Of course we did." Wooyoung laughed at the question.
At some point, Mingi chose Yeosang, who wasn't really being chosen. People didn't really know what to ask him or tell him to do, as he wouldn't doubt at any moment to answer or obey, there was not a trace of shame anywhere.
"Yeosang, truth or dare?"
The short man doubted. Was he going to get asked a really personal question or was it going to be a tame one? And if he chose dare, what kind of thing would he have to do? "Truth." He said confidently after considering it for a while.
"What's the most beautiful thing you've seen this week?"
Asleep Mingi illuminated by the dawn's sunrays, of course.
"The squirrel." He lied. "It was really dark."
"Your turn." The tall man's voice reeked of disappointment.
Yeosang thought for a minute. "Mingi. Truth or dare?"
"Hey, it's not fair. You're monopolising the game!" Jongho complained. "Ouch, fuck you Hongjoong."
"It's okay as long as it doesn't come back to Yeosang again, right?" San intervened.
"Well then, truth."
"What's the most beautiful thing you've seen this week? I want to know yours."
Mingi sighed and grabbed the glass, considering if he should drink to avoid the question, but after a few seconds he put it down again, completely flustered, and spoke. "This afternoon your cheeks were reddened from the cold and your birthmark caught my attention, the combination of the wetness from the snow and…" His voice broke. "Yeah, that's it."
Yeosang instinctively covered his birthmark with his fingers, heart racing and blush threatening to create the same effect as the cold. His other hand launched to the glass and drank it empty while everyone cheered and made comments about what Mingi said, his ears were beeping. Yeosang couldn't hear anything, his thoughts were running wild.
The game kept going but Yeosang couldn't pay attention to any words they said. At some point Wooyoung talked about his kinks a lot and Hongjoong ended up cringing at every word, so the game intensity slowed down and they continued with soft questions and dares.
"Yeosang. Truth or dare?" Jongho called his attention. He didn't feel like doing anything else than talk, so he chose truth. "Is it true that you and your sister took your mother's sleeping pills?"
"Wha…? What?" He was surprised. And it was true, but he didn't know how Jongho managed to learn that fact. He didn't want to talk about it. He drank, even though his thoughts were tangled enough already.
There were several questions and comments asking for more information. They wanted to know the story.
"You're basically confirming it, Yeosang." Hongjoong complained.
A couple of rounds later, Wooyoung chose him again and, believing he would've asked about the pills, he chose dare.
"Kiss Mingi." Wooyoung didn't hesitate, a big mischievous smile on his face.
The tall man was caught by surprise while he drank from his glass and almost spat it out. Yeosang was also caught by surprise.
"But that would be a dare for the two of us. I don't know." He tried to avoid it. His body was asking desperately to obey, but his mind was torn. He was in love with his friend but, at the same time it felt like a bad idea. He'd already had his feelings under control for a long time and the trip was making everything so incredibly difficult.
"I don't mind, it's up to you." Mingi stuttered looking away.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Wooyoung started chanting.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Everyone joined the chant.
Yeosang stood up and the world turned upside down. The way his heart was fighting to break out free from his chest, the alcohol and the adrenaline pumping at the rhythm of his friends' chant was the perfect cocktail for disaster. He had too much courage for it to turn out fine.
He stumbled around the table and pushed Mingi's chair to make some room between the table and his big friend.
The fire-haired man was blushing, hands shaking when he pushed himself back with his foot on the floor. He didn't expect Yeosang to sit on his lap –one leg on each side of his body– the moment there was just enough room to fit his small body.
"Stop me." Yeosang begged, cupping Mingi's face.
Mingi was too stunned, too shocked, too confused to function rationally. He would've always fulfilled any request coming from those pretty lips under any circumstances, but Yeosang was on top of him and his lips were mere centimetres away, shaky breaths colliding and unsure hands touching his face. His only reaction was to put his own hands on his small friend's toned waist.
Yeosang looked down to check what was happening and his hands shook violently enough to make him put them away on his thighs. There was fire in his ears, everyone would know exactly how flustered he was.
There was silence, but his ears were ringing so damn loud.
Mingi brushed his waist with his thumbs reassuringly and smiled warmly. "You can back up or kiss me." He whispered.
Yeosang wiped off the sweat from his hands and put them again on Mingi's face. There was no one stopping him, so there was no reason to let the opportunity pass. He could always blame the alcohol and Wooyoung.
Mingi watched as his friend's pupils moved around looking for a place to anchor himself. He was nervous and there was no denying. The way his hands trembled as they touched the taller's face. But Mingi wasn't going to stop him.
Eventually, Yeosang ended up closing his eyes and, leaning closer, he allowed himself to taste what his subconscious really wanted. Their lips brushed softly, almost fearful of what they felt.
The world vanished like blood in the ocean. Mingi used his senses to feel everything that Yeosang chose to give him and Yeosang used his senses to enjoy the moment without letting himself go. He was in love enough to keep his distance, but feared losing composure if he showed it.
His arms fell down to Mingi’s chest as the big man pulled him closer and ventured to bite Yeosang’s lower lip, drawing out a soft moan. He was enjoying it way too much, his chest burning and the growing hunger making him desperate enough to tangle his fingers in Mingi's hair.
Until his fears came back as strong as a kick in the gut.
“No, no.” The short man freed himself and jumped off the chair. “I can’t.”
“What’s wrong?” Mingi reached for his friend’s hand.
“Me.” Yeosang rubbed his eyes. “This game isn’t fun.”
As he walked back to his chair trying not to cry, he saw how Seonghwa scolded Wooyoung with his gaze. They all started talking except for Mingi and Yeosang who remained completely silent. Sometimes, someone looked at them, checking their state.
Yeosang kept drinking, wondering why he wasn't able to be normal in his social relationships, wondering if he would ever be worthy of love.
Mingi couldn't help but observe him believing he had hurt the most precious human he had ever met.
At some point Yeosang looked way too wasted for the rest not to notice, head down to the table, babbling incoherent thoughts and all his coordination lost. When he accidentally knocked over the glass and all the liquor left soaked the tablecloth as he started crying and cleaning it desperately, everyone decided that it was time for them to take him to bed. Everyone stared at Mingi.
"Do you need help getting him into his payamas?" Seonghwa asked in a whisper. "I'm pretty sure he would appreciate it if it was you who changed his clothes."
"I can still hear you." Yeosang hiccuped. "I'm not a kid. I can…"
He stood up. The world spinned too quickly for him to register before strong arms held him. His legs didn't work and, if he was still in a vertical position, it was not because he was on his feet, but because Mingi's arm was around his waist and held him closer.
Yeosang gave up as his friend's other arm passed under his knees and scooped him up. "Your arms are the safest." He whispered.
Mingi was at a loss of words once again. Yeosang was damn confusing sometimes. His mood changed time and time again from running away to being so incredibly affectionate. Mingi was sure that Yeosang loved him as a friend, but had no idea why it was so difficult for the drunk man in his arms to be coherent in the way he showed love.
Mingi changed his clothes shyly, trying not to stare more than he should've looked, but Yeosang's body was perfect. Small but toned, perfect muscles everywhere. Strong abs, thick thighs and buff arms to die for, covered by porcelain soft skin and adorned with subtle constellations of freckles. How could someone look so strong yet so fragile? He was a prince and deserved all the admiration Mingi could give him. And oh, God, his face. The way the birthmark framed his eye and cheek drove Mingi crazy.
“Why can’t I be normal?” Yeosang groaned just when Mingi started changing his own clothes.
“You don’t need to be. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“I want to love like a normal person… I want to be loved.” He started crying.
Mingi considered what to say next, but he had no idea how to approach it and feared that Yeosang would end up saying something he would regret the morning after, so he just left his t-shirt on his bed and joined his small friend in his bed and hugged him tightly, allowing him to cry everything out. The older one seemed surprised by the touch of Mingi’s naked torso, but didn’t back up.
“I love you.” Yeosang whispered.
Mingi’s heart skipped a beat. “You don’t mean it. Sleep, it’ll do you wonders.” He stuttered and left the bed.
Yeosang woke up by dawn, a faint blue light coming through the blinds. He was extremely nauseous and his head hurt like hell. He had never drunk that much and he was feeling it deep in his bones. He stared at his roomate for a moment. Mingi was sleeping soundly, but his brows were furrowed and his jaw clenched hard enough to make Yeosang believe that he could hear the teeth grinding.
A wave of nausea forced the short man to leave the bed and run to the bathroom. He locked himself up, just in case that someone heard him, he didn’t need their help and he would feel disgusting if someone entered while he vomited. It was a mess, it tasted awful and the way the light pierced through his brain while he kneeled down was dizzying him.
Someone knocked on the door.
“Are you ok?” Mingi asked from the other side. “Let me in.”
“I just… need a minute.” Yeosang tried to answer convincingly. “I’ll go back in a minute.”
Mingi accepted it, but, unknowingly, he had lied. Just when he wanted to leave the bathroom the lock broke. A little screw fell and rolled under the door. The door was locked and he had no way out. He tried to fix it, but there was no way. He didn’t know how it worked and his fingers couldn’t reach inside.
“Mingi?” He called, but his voice came out like a murmur, there was no way that anyone could hear him.
He kept trying to fix the lock and slowly getting desperate. Everyone was sleeping and he feared waking them up. Deep down he knew that he was going to get scolded if he remained there for a long time, but for him it wasn’t reason enough to call for help. He could wait. Some of his friends used to wake up quite early and if he had luck, he would be there for a few minutes.
He sat down and waited, but there was no movement at all. The only sounds he could hear were his own breathing and Mingi’s snores. It was taking way too long. He tried to call for someone, but his voice got stuck in his throat. He really didn’t want to bother anyone.
There was nothing else to do than trying to fix the lock. His hands were getting progressively shakier and his fingers started hurting from trying.
Luckily, at some point, someone walked down the hallway. Yeosang put his hands against the door and waited.
The handle moved.
“I’m locked.” Yeosang said with a knot in his throat. “Can you help me?”
“Uh… of course.” It was Yunho.
“Fuck, Yeosang.” Mingi sighed when they were alone in their bedroom after having breakfast. “Can’t you ask for help?”
“I tried, but everyone was sleeping.”
“Yell. Some of them wake up easily.” Mingi was just as worried as he was angry. “It’s not the first time it has happened. Please, just ask for help, really.”
“I didn’t want to bother anyone!” Yeosang yelled. “I waited and Yunho came.”
“You’ve been there a whole hour. Seriously, ask for help. We want to help you and every time you keep pulling shit like this we feel like you don’t trust us.” Mingi lowered his voice and held Yeosang’s hands. “Just rely on us. We’re your friends.”
“I trust you.” The short one looked through the window. “I just don’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re not a burden. You’re never a burden. Please, let us love you. You told me last night, you want to love and be loved. What did it mean?” Yeosang froze, but Mingi kept pushing. “What happened last night? Why did it affect you to kiss me?”
Yeosang looked into Mingi’s eyes for a moment, but quickly looked away, freeing himself and sitting on his bed.
“Did I hurt you?” Mingi kneeled next to his friend and lowered his voice. Yeosang shook his head. “Then tell me, what happened?”
“I… like you, but I don’t know how to love so… I don’t want to lose control over my feelings so I keep my distance.” He recognised. His heart pounded in his chest not knowing what to expect from Mingi, and it didn’t help that they remained there in silence for a few seconds.
“Yeosang… I’ve been in love with you for a while already and I swear I’ll kill you if you don’t allow me to kiss you right now. No running away.”
“You deserve someone that is able to love you right.” Yeosang complained.
“Oh, fuck off.” Mingi scoffed before throwing himself to kiss his friend.
Yeosang got knocked back onto the bed, Mingi's full weight on top. He yelped as their lips met and welcomed it. It was a sweet soft kiss full of love and devotion. Although both of them needed it and their bodies were desperate to make it dirtier, they kept it soft.
Mingi restrained Yeosang by the wrists and stared into his eyes. "I choose to love you. I don't care if you feel like a burden, I don't care if you feel like you don't deserve it." Yeosang closed his eyes. "You are so loveable, trust me." Mingi kissed his friend's cheek. "You deserve to be loved and cherished."
“What do you want from me?” Yeosang murmured while opening his eyes again.
“A boyfriend, preferably.” The big man smirked. “A boyfriend and sex if you’re generous.” Yeosang blushed and looked away, trying to free himself. “But I’ll settle for anything that makes you happy. If you want to remain just friends I’ll accept it and I’ll keep my lips away from you. What do you want from me?”
To be your doll, to be in your arms all day while you play with me and break me into a million pieces with your affection.
“I don’t know.” The short man answered as he relaxed. “A boyfriend would be nice, but it scares me. I’m not a great partner and… I…” Mingi tilted his head, curious about the possible continuation to the sentence. “I have some… unconventional kinks, I don’t want to scare anyone out.”
Mingi jumped off to the side trying to avoid Yeosang to notice that his crotch had reacted to those words. His ears burned and he cleared his throat trying to keep his composure. He hadn’t ever imagined that the tiny sweet soft man could have unconventional kinks. It intrigued him and now he needed to know more.
“Well.” Mingi’s voice broke. “I didn’t expect you to improve the offer.” Yeosang sat up on the bed and saw the bottle of lube and the box of condoms on the counter across the room. He tried to ignore it. It seemed like there was a post-it note on the lube. “I have so many questions right now. What would you do? What…? I don’t know how to ask.”
“You want me to tell you if we were to fuck right now what would I like.” Yeosang stared at Mingi for a moment. The taller man nodded. “I would love to be bent in half with your whole weight on top of me while you rail me dumb.”
Mingi almost collapsed the moment those words came out of Yeosang’s mouth without any kind of emotion in his voice and a straight face. He didn’t know whether to be extremely horny or scared of the way his voice sounded completely serious and shameless. He pulled on his shirt trying to cover his crotch as the pants started feeling a little bit too tight.
“I would… love to do that too.” Mingi recognised.
Yeosang looked at him with no discernible emotion on his face. “Do it. I dare you.”
“We don’t have…” Mingi started getting way too nervous. “And… fuck Yeosang, I am big. I…”
“I know.” The short man shrugged and pointed to the objects on the counter. “I can take it, big boy.” He looked down embarrassed. “I’m sorry that sounded cringe.”
They stood up and went to the counter. The post-it had a handwritten note that read “You’re welcome. -Wooyoung”
Mingi wanted to grant Yeosang his desire so much, but his pride told him to at least wait until their trip ended, he didn't want to recognise that Wooyoung was right.
“Do you want sex or not?” The shorter man asked as he sat on the bed and splayed his legs.
Mingi bent down and kissed him on the lips. Fuck his pride, he had the opportunity to have sex with his favourite person in the world. Yeosang looked so frail and tiny by his side, like a little toy, and yet the tiny man was willing to get trashed under his weight. Mingi needed all his self-control to avoid tearing up the clothes right there.
“I want it so bad. I want you so bad.” Mingi hissed against Yeosang’s mouth before pushing him down to lay on top of him.
“Take me.” Yeosang whined as Mingi started kissing his neck and biting it. “Do as you please.”
“Just ask me to stop if you need it.” The taller man said before sucking on the soft skin, hoping to mark him enough to make him blush whenever someone mentioned it.
Yeosang bit his lip trying to suppress a loud whine. It felt exactly as he needed it to feel. The weight on top of his body, the pressure from his lover’s crotch against his own, the pain and ecstasy from the way he was getting marked in a visible spot. Mingi’s accelerated breath was so close to his ear it made him so weak and vulnerable.
Mingi wanted Yeosang to moan, to lose control under him. When he finished marking him he started again just below the first. The smaller man groped Mingi’s ass at the same time, starting to touch everything he could, starting to worship that big protective body. “You’re so hot.” He mumbled as he closed his eyes to focus on the touch. Mingi’s skin was soft and the muscles were toned enough for Yeosang to feel which ones he was using as he kept moving up and down his neck, marking him as property.
“Needy.” Mingi licked his neck up, covering all the tender reddened skin with saliva. His big hand pushed Yeosang’s hips down to the mattress to stop him grinding mindlessly. The shorter man opened his eyes surprised, he hadn’t realised he was doing it. “I want to be the one that pleasures you.” Yeosang whined trying to free himself. “So needy.”
Mingi kept holding Yeosang in place as the small hands explored freely. They kissed and Mingi bit the soft lips his apparently now boyfriend had.
When he decided that Yeosang’s neck had enough hickeys and his lips were swollen enough from all the kissing and biting, Mingi took off his own t-shirt before manhandling his lover around as he took his clothes off.
Then, Yeosang crawled through the bed and unbuttoned Mingi’s pants, but the taller man grabbed his hands and pinned him against the mattress, holding Yeosang’s hands with his left hand and pressing Yeosang’s hips down with his right one. He eyed him down, the tiny perfect body, the strong abs and pecs, the thick thighs and toned arms.
Mingi was sure that if Yeosang wanted, he could be perfectly in control, he had the strength and physique to stand up to anyone, but the power he was giving and the submission that he was showing, made the taller man want to serve him forever and grant him any wish he could have.
Mingi stared at the marks on the neck. They didn't match the rest of Yeosang's skin. He took his hand off Yeosang's hips and cupped the small face under him and dragged his fingers from the cheekbone down to the swollen lips. Yeosang didn't take his gaze away from Mingi's face, waiting patiently for whatever the big man wanted to do to him.
Mingi freed Yeosang's hands and started licking from the short man's neck down to his chest, slowly but steadily, planting soft pecks and bites. The sharp breath and the soft chest going up and down beneath him was too inviting and Mingi couldn't help but bite hard, hoping to mark him further, to remind him how it hurt every time he looked in the mirror or touched his own skin.
Yeosang hiss quickly turned into a soft moan. He loved the pain enough to make him try to relieve himself by rubbing his thighs together.
Mingi noticed it and positioned his knees between the toned legs, keeping them apart. "Needy." He repeated before biting the nipple. Yeosang whined. "Every time you complain I'll go slower."
It was an agonising wait. Mingi took his time marking him with bites and hickeys. Yeosang tried to remain silent as much as he could, but by the time the taller man started licking down from his chest down to his navel he was whining again and Mingi went back up to the lips, kissing Yeosang softly and slowly.
If he got more turned on, it would end up hurting. His cock leaked precum and every time Mingi's body was close enough it twitched desperate to get some attention.
"Please." Yeosang begged. "I need it. Please."
A sly smile appeared on Mingi's face. He stood up and forced Yeosang to lay down, putting a big pillow under his hips. "You have a perfect ass, have I ever told you that?" He unbuckled his own pants as Yeosang tried to stay still and not grind against the pillow. "You want relief, don't you?" Yeosang nodded frantically. Mingi took off everything and climbed on top of the smaller man. "I won't give it to you. Not yet." He whispered into Yeosang's ear and bit it.
Yeosang started crying both from desperation and happiness. That's how he had always dreamed to be treated in bed but hardly ever managed to get it. He loved being a toy.
"What a work of art you are." Mingi slid his own dick between Yeosang's asscheeks. "I want to enjoy everything about you before fucking you to a pulp."
Yeosang moaned as Mingi's length rubbed close to his rim. It was so big, his cheeks were spread wide and didn't quite take it. It was teasing, intoxicating. Mingi was using him to pleasure himself, but not giving the short man any kind of relief, just teasing touches and the feel of the big dick sliding up and down between his cheeks.
"Are you sure you'll be able to take me?" Mingi asked. "You're so tiny."
Yeosang didn't answer the taunt. He just grabbed the sheets and allowed Mingi to pleasure himself between his cheeks. A couple of minutes later, the bigger man manhandled him again, flipping him over, hips on top of the pillow and legs up to the sides of his body until his knees touched his shoulders. Mingi held him, enjoying the touch of the back of the thighs as he lowered down and positioned himself next to Yeosang's ass.
He bit the left cheek to make the small man squirm just before pressing his tongue against the rim. Yeosang groaned loudly and arched his back.
Mingi used his tongue to make Yeosang go crazy. The moans and whines progressively got louder and his whole body spasmed as Mingi teased him with his tongue against his rim.
"Fuck, Mingi. Fuck. Fuck." Yeosang moaned as Mingi licked up to his balls. "Please fuck me."
“I haven’t even started and you’re already this loud? What if they hear you?” Both of them knew that the rest were gone for a ski day, but the thought of being caught was enough to make Yeosang bite his lip and try to remain silent. “Good boy.”
Yeosang hugged his legs when Mingi took his hands off him and stood up to get the lube and condoms. He knew that he was far from ready, but he needed Mingi to put it inside without any warm up. He needed it to hurt.
Mingi didn’t think the same and spread some lube on his fingers as he positioned himself again where he was a moment ago. He continued licking and teasing Yeosang while he warmed the lube. Just then, he carefully slid a finger inside and started dilating him, still using his tongue around. Soon enough there were two and three fingers inside and Yeosang was moaning like crazy.
“Do you want me that much?” Mingi growled. “I can give it to you if you ask nicely.”
“Ple…” Yeosang begging was cut off by the loud moan that left his throat when a fourth finger entered his ass.
Yeosang closed his eyes and didn’t see Mingi opening the condom or putting it on with the free hand, he just felt the fingers making him crazy.
Mingi smoothly took his fingers out and slid his dick in, making Yeosang yelp surprised. It was big, it felt almost too tight for him to take it, but Mingi didn’t stop until it was deep enough. He put the arms to the sides of Yeosang’s body and held the legs with his weight as the tiny man underneath reached to grab him by the nape and kiss him.
“You feel so good.” He pushed further, making Yeosang moan again. “You were right, you could take me.”
They kissed as Mingi started moving slowly. He looked down to see how deep he was and he realised that he was deep enough for it to be a visible bulge in Yeosang’s belly. He got scared and pulled off. The smaller man whined and pouted.
“Are you ok? Does it hurt?” Mingi asked.
“No, it does not. Please, fuck me.”
Mingi grabbed Yeosangs hand and put it on his belly as he slid his dick back in again. Their eyes opened wide as the older man realised what was happening.
“Please, please, please.” Yeosang begged.
“Get ready.” Mingi smirked.
He quickly accelerated, going deeper and harder with every thrust. The whole bed moved with them and Yeosang kept grabbing the sheets at the sides of his head as he tried to muffle his moaning by biting his lip.
Mingi mercilessly railed him as he kept looking to the bulge and to Yeosang’s face. He was smiling wide as he moaned and yelled his name. He put on more weight onto the tiny body beneath him and kept going even faster and harder. Sharp thrusts that made Yeosang spasm and arch his back underneath, their bellies pressed together. Mingi could even feel the bulge against his own skin just as he felt Yeosang’s precum sticking between them and the warmth from the neglected dick. They were both so loud they wished that no one came back to the cottage.
“Min…” Yeosang tried to warn, but he cummed all over his own belly as the taller man thrust hit the perfect spot.
“I’m not finished.” Mingi growled and kept going.
Yeosang’s whole body was shaking, his legs hurt and he could hardly breathe bent in half and Mingi’s body on top, but he greeted the overstimulation with a whine and allowed Mingi to fuck him dumb. His ears were ringing and he didn’t even know if he was in the same position or not, his eyes lost focus and he fought for air, hiccuping and crying.
Mingi slowed down at some point, panting and huffing. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groaned as he cummed, collapsing on top of Yeosang.
“I can’t feel my legs.” Yeosang cried.
Mingi quickly moved and checked if he had injured him. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”
“It was perfect, but I can’t move now.”
“Let me help you.”
Mingi scooped him out of the bed and took him to the bathroom. He prepared a warm bath with Yeosang’s favourite products and helped him get cleaned as Yeosang’s strength disappeared and slowly gave in to the sleepiness he was feeling. “You’re so good.” Were his last words before falling asleep still in the bathtub.
Yeosang woke up under a soft thick blanket. It smelled like cinnamon and lavender and there was something on his head. Was he naked under the covers? He was still too dozy to understand anything or to focus at all. There was a soft sizzling out of the room and some distant voices. Right, the trip. His body felt sore, especially his legs.
His legs were sore.
"Mingi?" He jumped off the bed.
He was naked and there was a towel covering his head, the hair was wet. Right, Mingi had helped him bathe. Had he fallen asleep? Oh fuck. Where were his clothes?
Yeosang looked for something to wear, fearing that Mingi would hate him for falling asleep. Had he been a burden again? His legs and hips hurt, his whole body weighted way more than it should, but Yeosang wouldn't change it for anything in the world. He managed to get dressed and looked at himself in the body length mirror: his neck was filled by red and purple marks down to the collar of his sweater. He smiled and left the room.
"Why are you so happy today?" Jongho asked Mingi while they cooked lunch.
Yeosang sneaked by, he felt ashamed of everything that had happened and didn't feel comfortable talking about it yet. He wished he found Seonghwa or Yunho on his way, he felt like those two wouldn't ask too many questions and wouldn't be invasive at all.
He checked the living room. There was no one there. Where were the rest? They had to be back, right?
"Boo." San tickled his back. Yeosang screamed, he hadn't heard him, and jumped away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." They stared at each other. Then, the younger's eyes moved to the map of hickeys. "Oh. And here I was worried that you were missing out on the ski and the snow." He smirked.
"No, no, no. Shut up." Yeosang covered his neck.
"What's happening here?" Wooyoung appeared from the other side.
"They fucked." San grinned. "Look at his neck."
"Yes, we did." Mingi joined them. "Any problems?" Yeosang relaxed and took his hand out of his neck. Wooyoung screeched but before he could say anything, San stopped him. "Are you ok? You passed out while I bathed you and I got scared."
Yeosang nodded and moved near his now boyfriend. Wooyoung's loud and high-pitched sounds made everyone arrive.
"He's my boyfriend now." Mingi announced.
"How kinky are you two? We left you alone for a couple hours and you've already marked him?" Hongjoong laughed.
"If that's what is visible, what have they done?" Yunho asked.
"I really don't want to know." Jongho laughed.
"This calls for a celebration." Seonghwa hugged them. "I'm so happy for you two."
They ate the lunch Jongho and Mingi cooked before and then spent the rest of the day playing games, having fun and talking about everything that happened in their lives. Yeosang kept being clingy to Mingi and Mingi kept lifting him up or carrying him from side to side.
Yeosang had many fears, but there was also hope. Hope that he had managed to score a relationship that could be fulfilling in which he was understood and loved just as he was. Mingi seemed to be completely fine with the way Yeosang was and had never ever seemed annoyed by the problems and fears that could arise. If it worked as a friendship, why wouldn't it work as a romantic relationship? They had already known each other for years and if it didn't work they could always return to being just friends.
And sex promised to be good as hell too. If their first experience had been that intense, what could possibly happen?
There was still something missing, but Yeosang couldn't figure it out. His body needed something that he couldn't visualise.
After the day passed, Yeosang and Mingi returned to their room. The shorter man plopped into the bed and sighed. His whole body still ached but he would gladly repeat it all over again. In fact, he wished that it happened again right there and right in that moment.
“Tired?” Mingi asked and laid down beside him to cuddle.
“Sore. I didn’t think you had it in you to rail me that well.” Yeosang hid his head in Mingi’s chest. The taller man’s heart was racing.
“Anything for you… but you don’t seem satisfied.” Mingi started brushing the black hair. Yeosang’s heart stopped for a moment. Was it that obvious? “You’ve been muttering in your sleep about being a doll.” Yeosang squealed in surprise. Did he really speak in his dreams? “I have a couple ideas if you want to try.” Mingi lowered his tone into a soft husky growl that made Yeosang’s nape hair rise.
“Right now?” He muttered.
“No, not now, you’re sore and I don’t want you to..:”
Yeosang covered Mingi’s mouth. “Right now.” He demanded. “I want it. I can take it.” Mingi batted his eyelashes nervously as he realised that his tiny boyfriend had been staring at him directly for a while already. “If you want, of course. I can wait too.”
Mingi stood up and took Yeosang in his arms to the full body mirror in the room. He positioned himself behind and started kissing the shorter’s neck as he explored the silky smooth skin under the sweater.
Yeosang couldn’t stop looking at himself in the mirror, so tiny next to his boyfriend, so cute. The big hands bulked through the fabric and the way Mingi had to bend down to kiss his neck made Yeosang smile.
“You’re so pretty, my love.” Mingi mumbled in a smokey tone. “Look at all the marks I made when I played with you.” He slid the sweater up and took it off Yeosang before throwing it out to the bed. There was a constellation of hickeys, bites and bruises from his neck down to his chest and a few more on the hips. Mingi dragged his fingers down the skin, tracing every single one in a deadly slow pace. “Your skin looks the prettiest when I decorate it.” He pressed one that looked particularly purple. Yeosang hissed in pain. “And they help you remember me, don’t they?”
Yeosang nodded and continued watching as Mingi traced the marks and kissed his neck. He was getting hypnotised, he felt so little, so fragile. If Mingi snapped his body in half he would thank him on his knees.
Mingi slowly grinded against his boyfriend’s body as he explored all the marks, slowly growing harder and showing it to Yeosang. “My pretty doll.” He sighed as he stepped back and unbuttoned his own pants. “Do you want me to play soft?” He took all of his clothes off before his boyfriend was able to answer, but seeing the whole length hard and exposed made him remember how much he wanted it.
Yeosang shook his head. He was a doll to play, not a doll to keep on a shelf away from harm. “Use me until I break.”
He saw Mingi’s feral grin in the mirror and his legs almost failed him. He held himself to the mirror frame and inhaled sharply. Mingi laughed as he held him by the hips and bent down to bite his ear. “Already that weak?” He taunted as he reached with one hand to unbutton the trousers for easy access into them. He rubbed Yeosang’s cock over the soft black cotton underwear and started pumping his own with the other hand.
“Mingi, fuck.” Yeosang was desperate to get more.
In a moment, there were no clothes left between them, both the trousers and the underwear were on the floor and Mingi was getting the lube and condoms from the counter. Yeosang kicked the clothes away and turned to look at his boyfriend as he returned to him.
“Mirror.” Mingi grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to look at the reflective surface. “I don’t want you to miss any detail.”
Then the tall man kneeled down behind him and grabbed his cheeks, spreading them apart. Yeosang gasped and held himself tight to the frame to avoid losing his balance. Mingi still looked huge behind him and the way their bodies lined up made Yeosang shiver. He was so, so small.
Mingi started licking and kissing his rim, using his tongue to drive the other crazy, but he didn’t waste much time, as soon he started rubbing the lube between his fingers and into the sensitive area. He had plans. Yeosang knew that, but he wondered why there was such a hurry.
Yeosang bit his lip as more fingers were added and spreaded him diligently. How was Mingi going to fuck him if he kept making sure that his body was ready for it? Was it going to be in front of the mirror too?
Stifled moans as Mingi worked made them both impatient for what was coming.
“Be silent. You don’t want to wake them up.” Mingi commanded. “I’ll take you home when we go back so you can scream as loud as you want, I promise.” Mingi stood up as he put on a condom. Yeosang felt empty without the fingers working their way in. “Tell me if it hurts.”
The tall man held Yeosang by the hips, digging his nails into the soft skin, as he positioned them both to find the perfect angle. Yeosang standing on his tiptoes on Mingi’s feet, he was too short for it to work otherwise, and helding himself on the mirror frame. He could feel the tip on his entrance and wondered how it was going to be for a moment before Mingi thrusted harshly without a warning. His ears ringed and the air escaped his lungs in a pathetic whine.
Mingi pulled out slowly and did it again. Yeosang was lucky to be held tightly by the hips, because neither his arms or legs were the ones holding him straight. Again, and again. He saw his body bounce and shake with every violent thrust before breathing deeply as Mingi pulled out.
“Too loud.” Mingi complained and pushed his boyfriend away softly. Yeosang’s knees were already weak. He used the few seconds he had to breathe and closed his eyes to ground himself.
Mingi returned and put something on Yeosang’s mouth. The short man realised that it was his underwear as he opened his eyes.
They got into position again and Mingi thrusted again, even deeper, even harder. The seconds he took to pull out weren’t enough for the small man to get ready and Mingi knew that: he started going faster. Sharp, deep thrusts that kept going faster until Yeosang’s neck couldn’t hold his head anymore.
He was no longer holding himself to the mirror frame, he had his elbows pressed against the cold surface as his head bounced up and down with every thrust, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and wet hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. His feet started to hurt and he slipped, but Mingi held him and forced him to stay upright.
Mingi’s deep groans were music to Yeosang’s ears and he tried not to make any sound, but he kept whining and crying both from pleasure and pain. He could see the way his stomach bulged with every thrust and feared breaking.
“My pretty doll.” Mingi moaned. Both legs failed Yeosang and the elbows slid down the mirror too. Mingi almost didn’t have time to catch him before something happened. “Can’t hold yourself?”
Yeosang shook his head. Mingi quickly moved him around the room and pressed the tiny man’s back against a wall before taking out the improvised gag.
“Please…” He tried to beg Mingi to keep going, but his voice drowned as he got kissed violently.
“God, you’re so beautiful, my pretty doll. Do you want me to break you?”
“Please.”
Mingi slid his arms between Yeosang’s legs and lift him up, helding him by the shoulders, completely bent, knees over the big man’s arms and at the perfect height to be fucked as a doll.
To be fucked as a doll. That’s what was missing.
“I figured you loved being in my arms.” Mingi blushed before accommodating Yeosang on his arms to start having sex in that awkward position. “So I figured that this could be a good idea, but I needed to exhaust you first to…”
“Shut up and fuck me.” Yeosang groaned.
It was exactly what he needed, Mingi using his body as a doll, bouncing on the big cock without doing anything else than try to hold himself interlocking his fingers behind his boyfriend’s neck. Mingi had the strength to fuck him hard in that position, as if he weighted as much as a feather.
“Harder, harder, harder.” Yeosang kept moaning and Mingi kept granting the wish.
He knew that the next day he could hardly move, but welcomed it.
Mingi cummed a couple minutes later and Yeosang started crying, it was not enough for him. “I got you, don’t worry.” The bigger man pulled him up, making him almost sit on his shoulders and held him by the ass. “I think your cute dick needs some attention too.”
Mingi opened his mouth and Yeosang quickly helped him get it inside his mouth.
The tiny man started rocking his hips with the few energies he had left while Mingi pulled him closer, moving him as a doll and licking and sucking the cock as masterfully and sloppily as the difficult position allowed them.
He was a doll. It was the happiest moment of his life. He had managed to find someone with enough strength and love to fuck him right and love him afterwards. He cried and laughed as Mingi sucked his already sensitive cock. It was heaven, there was nothing he would change.
Except for the loud knock on the door followed by a “do you think the walls are soundproof?” yell from Hongjoong, which made Yeosang cum on the spot.
Had he discovered a new kink?