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There have been a few times in his life Mingi thought he’d bitten off more than he could chew.
None of them quite compare to the visceral and confusing jolt of horny fear that rockets down his spine straight to his dick as Yunho looks up at him from under his brow.
His pupils are so dilated his eyes look black. The massive tent in his suit trousers is obscene. His boyfriend is so overwhelmed, he can’t form proper words, his tongue heavy and clumsy in his mouth.
Yunho is still holding up the hem of his shirt, palms planted on his hip bones and his fingers just barely touching the lace that disappears into the cleft of his cheeks. They are like scorching brands on his skin.
Mingi’s mouth has never been drier in his life. His pulse thunders in his veins.
“Surprise,” he whispers to break the tension that has kept Yunho frozen in place.
It works. Sort of. The sound seems to shake him out of his temporary stupor. Blood rushes up his chest, neck and ears, before painting his cheeks a delicate pink that’s completely at odds with the animalistic snarl on his lips as he curls his fingers around either side of Mingi’s fancy, beautiful, expensive designer shirt and rips the delicate fabric to shreds.
“Yunho!”
Mingi hisses in shock. He liked that shirt!
Yunho flicks his eyes up at him, his expression making it extremely clear he has not a single fuck to give.
Impatient hands shove the ruined fabric out of the way and Yunho zeros in on Mingi’s obvious arousal stuffed into delicate, frilly lilac lace, threatening to spill out the harder he gets under that intense gaze. Yunho groans and smooths his palms from Mingi’s lower abdomen down to the top of his thighs, rolling some of the soft fabric under his hands on the way down.
He hooks a long finger under one of the thong’s straps and snaps it. Mingi gasps at the slight sting. Yunho shudders and briefly closes his eyes.
It gives Mingi pause.
It’s like he’s desperately fighting to hold onto any shreds of his composure, but they are fraying fast. Mingi figured Yunho had a thing for this. The man doesn’t call him “princess” every chance he gets for nothing. But he never suspected a bit of lingerie would push him to the brink of his self-control.
Yunho has such an iron grip on his facade, it took Mingi forever to break it down. And he only really succeeded because his boyfriend allowed it. Even now, it can take some time for Yunho to loosen up when they’re alone.
For him to be so undone so quickly and so utterly is unheard of. Mingi was unaware he had this power, but now he wants to take the reins and see how far he can push it.
This big, bad geondal, who controls much of Seoul, who is feared and known as the mafia prince’s guard dog, is putty in his hands.
It’s intoxicating.
There’s danger here, Mingi is aware of that. Yunho would never intentionally hurt him. But he is perilously close to a place where he wouldn’t be fully in control anymore.
And it turns Mingi on beyond belief. It’s never been on the menu before, but now that it is, he wants to be roughed up. He wants to be marked, to have his back blown out so hard he’ll feel it when he walks tomorrow. Hell, he wants it so hard he’ll struggle to walk.
It’ll take a bit more persuasion to get there, but Mingi is nothing if not confident. And he has one more ace up his sleeve.
He cards a hand through the hairs at the back of Yunho’s neck and tilts his head up. His eyes are so dark and glazed over, he looks like he’s high.
“Poor baby, you work so hard,” he coos.
Yunho lets out a little whine, unusual but so endearing. Mingi smiles.
“You deserve a reward for being so good, don’t you?”
His boyfriend’s lips part on a little gasp. Mingi dips his thumb into Yunho’s slack mouth and brushes the spit slick digit over his bottom lip. He shudders again under the touch and manages a sluggish nod.
“Princess will take care of you,” Mingi says and gently guides him towards his crotch by the back of his head.
Yunho hums low in his throat, it morphs into a half growl as he rubs his face against the frilly lace encasing Mingi’s raging erection. He bites off a moan at the contact.
His cock is being nuzzled fondly, sending little bolts of electricity skittering across his lower abs. Yunho needs no further prompting and starts to kiss his shaft, laving his tongue over its length right through the thin layer of fabric.
Mingi opens his mouth on a blissful sigh, little moans and sounds spilling past his lips. Soon, the lace is wet with spit, chafing deliciously against the sensitive skin of his dick. Yunho moves lower to lick and suck his way around his balls and Mingi’s knees go a bit wobbly. Fuck, this is so hot.
Yunho’s attentions get more insistent, his groans deeper and raspier. Mingi puts a hand on his shoulder to push him back, but he refuses to budge, burying his face stubbornly in his crotch.
Oh, he needs a reminder about who’s in charge here.
Mingi grips his chin firmly with a ringed hand and forces him to look up. Yunho stills, his large hands splayed across the backs of his thighs, just underneath his ass. His eyes are liquid with lust.
“Are you going to be good for your princess?”
Yunho swallows thickly and loosens his grip. He lets out a shaky breath and nods in the little slack Mingi allows him.
“Use your words, darling,” he says.
“Yes,” it’s little more than a hoarse whisper, but it tells Mingi he’s not completely gone. Yet.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he purrs in response.
Mingi sinks down on the bed, one knee either side of Yunho’s, until he’s straddling him. Yunho’s hands slide up his thighs, another needy little sound punching past his lips as he looks down to see the damp lace of Mingi’s panties pressing against the growing damp patch on his own trousers.
He bucks his hips up and Mingi clamps his legs down to stop his squirming. He wants to get his ass pounded into tomorrow, but it’s becoming increasingly clear Yunho is in no state to do proper prep.
Thank fuck Mingi came prepared.
He takes one of Yunho’s hands and guides it back to slide between his ass cheeks. He presses their noses together and licks his lips, their mingled pants hot and humid between them.
“I have one more present for you,” he says, just as Yunho’s fingers hit the slick silicone of the plug he’s been wearing all night.
Mingi can feel the way Yunho’s big cock twitches when he realises what he’s touching. His nostrils flare and he chokes on air, his grip on Mingi’s ass turning almost painful.
“Fuck,” the curse whooshes out under a laboured breath. “Princess, you– all night? ”
Mingi chuckles breathily at his boyfriend’s shrinking capacity for speech. “All night,” he confirms.
Yunho makes a sound deep in his chest, low and rough, before he attacks Mingi’s lips. There is absolutely no finesse to his kisses, wet and open-mouthed. It’s all spit, tongue and teeth, while he ruts his rock hard dick frantically against the frilly lace.
One arm snakes around Mingi’s waist, while the other ghosts along his rim, slick and stretched around the lubed up plug. It’s not just his kiss that’s sloppy, Yunho’s grinding thrusts are already erratic and his breath is hitching. Telltale signs his boyfriend is perilously close to coming.
Shit, okay. He’s going to need to take the edge off for Yunho. At this rate, he won’t get further in than the tip before blowing his load.
Mingi leans back to free his lips and put a bit of distance between their lower halves. Yunho chases him, but he puts a hand on his chest to keep him at bay. Mingi looks down at their crotches. The flushed tip of his dick is poking out the waistband of the panties, but Yunho’s… it’s straining against the telling wet stain marring the soft fabric of his designer trousers.
“Aww baby, that looks painful, we should do something about that, hmm?”
Mingi leans down to fish two lube packets out of the trousers he discarded on the floor to the side of the bed. He was not about to walk around a room full of very important criminals for hours all plugged up with no access to emergency supplies.
It gives him a moment to think about his next move. He could jerk Yunho off, quick and dirty. But he wants to give him something more, to let him go harder. He licks his lips and shivers in anticipation. He’s fantasised about Yunho fucking his thighs more than is healthy really.
His boyfriend looks both fucked out already and still so pent up. His pupils are huge, his breaths short and shallow. His lips are swollen pink and shiny with spit, his perfectly styled hair all sweaty and tangled halfway across his forehead.
Moving swiftly, Mingi stands up and drops his torn shirt on the bed. Yunho stares dumbly at his muscular form, now clad in nothing but the lavender lace and the diamond necklace sparkling around his throat. The sight of Mingi squeezing the lube onto his fingers and slathering it across his inner thighs seems to jumpstart his operating system.
As soon as Yunho cottons onto what’s happening he can’t seem to remove his clothes fast enough. He’s too impatient to bother with the blazer and only unbuttons it. His erection is flushed an angry red where it curves against his abs. Pearly beads of precum glisten at the tip, making Mingi salivate involuntarily.
Fuck, he needs to get a move on here. Mingi hurries back onto the bed on his hands and knees, arching his back to put the lacy thong stretched over the plug on full display, along with his glistening thighs.
“Sweet Jesus,” Yunho rasps behind him.
That’s all the warning Mingi gets before the mattress dips behind him and his hips are snatched in a bruising grip. His next breath turns into a gasp when he feels the heat of Yunho’s length slide between his legs. He reflexively squeezes his thighs together.
One of Yunho’s hands grabs the back of the thong and yanks, while the other rests at the base of Mingi’s throat, pulling him up until his back is flush against his chest.
He buries his nose in Mingi’s dark hair and growls a deep mhmmm right into his ear, like he’s just discovered the world’s most delectable dessert. Mingi whimpers and clamps his hands around the long arm wound across his chest for balance.
Yunho pulls back tantalisingly slowly, dragging his cock back along the lace over Mingi’s taint. The hand on his clavicle twitches with Yunho’s effort to restrain himself. His fingers curl around the diamond necklace like it’s a collar while he pushes his dick between Mingi’s thighs.
Once he’s fully seated again, Yunho lets out a string of hoarse expletives. He briefly lets go of the panties to put light pressure on the plug with his thumb. A jolt of white hot pleasure shoots up Mingi’s spine and he moans filthily.
Fuckkkk. If Mingi thought this would be just for his mafioso’s benefit, he was sorely mistaken.
It feels so good he sags back against Yunho for a moment, head resting on his shoulder. Yunho scrapes his teeth along the side of his neck before biting down and it sets off fireworks in his belly. Mingi grits out a hoarse moan as his hot tongue soothes the bruised skin. He fights to stay focused, Mingi wants his boyfriend to let go completely for once.
He turns his face to look at Yunho’s flushed and sweaty side profile. His dark eyes lock in on where Mingi’s flushed cockhead peeks out of the panties and his own dick appears between his thighs.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he breathes. Yunho thrusts forward roughly in response with a deep grunt.
“Being paraded in front of all those people, their hungry eyes on me all night.”
Yunho twists the lace of his lingerie around his fingers before clasping the same hand around his waist so he can pull Mingi back to meet the forceful snap of his hips. It’s getting more difficult to focus with Yunho panting hotly in his ear, but he rallies his brain power.
“Knowing none of them can touch me. Only you.”
Yunho’s jaw goes slack and his eyes glaze over, like he’s in a trance. Mingi sits up higher on his knees to give him more leverage to rut into the tight wet heat of his thighs.
The hand around his throat slips lower across Mingi’s sweaty chest to brace just under his sternum. He’s thrusting in earnest now, the sounds spilling into Mingi’s ear getting more guttural by the second. He clenches around the plug, impatient to feel Yunho’s girth splitting him open.
“That’s it, jagi, yes,” Mingi is so caught up in his own arousal, he doesn’t see the danger. “Aera could never fuck me right, not like you can.”
Yunho abandons all semblance of decorum. He fucks forward furiously and yanks Mingi back onto his weeping cock by his hips and thong. Lewd slapping noises fill the suite as the flesh of his ass bounces off Yunho’s pelvis.
It’s getting harder and harder to keep his balance against the onslaught. Mingi has to face forward and tense his abs to try to absorb the impact. It’s so fucking hot his head is spinning. No one else has ever remotely been able to make him feel this way. Yunho is making unholy sounds behind him, clearly lost in the haze of his need to just fuck.
Mingi’s thighs burn even though it’s only been a minute or two. His skin is none too happy about the rough treatment, but he fucking loves it. Mingi grins, drunk off this new power to reduce Yunho to a feral, possessive caveman. He gets cocky.
“I imagined it was you inside me while I was talking to Big Daddy Choi,” he husks.
Yunho makes a strangled gurgling sound behind him and seizes up.
“Fuck, fuck, princess– oh shit,” he keens and Mingi is surprised by hot liquid spurting down his legs.
It takes him a second to realise Yunho is coming his brains out. He knew he needed release, but he didn’t think it was going to take just a handful of thrusts and a little bit of dirty talk for Yunho to fucking explode.
His orgasm lasts almost as long as it took him to get there. He groans and pants, sagging back with his forehead between Mingi’s sweaty shoulder blades. Mingi has never felt stickier in his life as the mixture of cum and lube painting his inner thighs cools and gets tacky. But nothing compares to the rush of making his boyfriend nut so fast. He chuckles breathlessly.
Yunho’s moans turn pained and he collapses onto the bed next to where Mingi is still kneeling.
“What the fuck, Mingi?” It’s little more than a breath, incredulous and tinged with embarrassment.
His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, slightly muffled by the large hands clasped over his eyes. Mingi laughs harder at the sight and Yunho lets out a mortified groan.
He sucks in another big breath. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to come so soon,” he slurs. “But you– I couldn’t–” he cuts off with a helpless sound.
“You can’t just say shit like that.”
Mingi is still trying to suppress his laughter as he reaches over to pull Yunho’s hands away from his face. He’s blushing the deepest shade of red from the tips of his ears all the way down his chest where it’s not covered by the blazer he is somehow still wearing.
“You got so worked up you couldn’t help yourself,” he raises his eyebrows. “That’s like the hottest shit ever, though.”
Yunho eyes him dubiously from under his lashes. Mingi uses his tattered shirt to clean up the mess between his legs. It’s ruined anyway.
“I’m so serious, I’ve never felt more wanted in my life and I make people bust by taking my clothes off for a living.”
“Shut up,” Yunho grumbles as he wrestles out of his blazer, but there’s a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
There’s still a fetching pink flush on his face and Mingi just can’t resist teasing him. He swings a leg over his waist and levers himself up until he’s straddling him again. Yunho hisses when he sits on his sensitive dick. He slings his arm over his eyes, as if he can’t quite make himself look at Mingi just yet.
It makes him smile with his gums and teeth on full display. “You’re so into me, man,” he laughs.
Yunho scoffs, but doesn’t argue.
When he still refuses to look at him, Mingi starts making lazy figures of eight with his hips. His boyfriend bites his bottom lip so hard the skin turns white. No doubt he’s right on the edge of pain and pleasure, but while his free hand flies to the crease of Mingi’s hip, he doesn’t stop him.
Mingi’s own flagging cock perks up with interest. He may not be quite as desperate for release as Yunho, but the coiling heat in his belly is getting harder to ignore.
“Hmmm,” Mingi rumbles, bracing himself on Yunho’s delicious chest so he has more control over the grind. “Bet I can make you hard again.”
Yunho releases his bottom lip on a gasp.
“Look at me,” he says.
His boyfriend hesitates, so Mingi cants his hips sharply, earning him a stuttering moan. After another second, Yunho removes his arm and obeys.
His eyes immediately fly to the diamonds around his throat, before trailing down Mingi’s torso to land on the lace thong. He makes a delirious little noise at the sight of Mingi’s hardening shaft pushing against the fabric.
“You want to fuck me in this so badly, don’t you?”
Yunho swallows thickly and nods, a hand slipping under the waistband to push it higher over his iliac crest.
Mingi tilts his head as if contemplating his next move. Yunho has excellent stamina, but even he will need a few beats to recover. But he can have some fun and make Yunho feel good in the meantime. This is his reward for being a wonderful boyfriend, after all.
Normally, he likes it when Yunho takes charge, but right now he’s enjoying being on top, both physically and figuratively. He lightly scratches his nails down Yunho’s chest and flicks his thumb over a nipple on the way down. He relishes the resulting sharp inhale. Yunho isn’t usually quite so sensitive, but it seems this whole night has turned all his nerve endings into live wires.
Mingi reaches up to unclasp the diamond necklace so it doesn’t get in the way, but Yunho makes a little sound of protest.
“Leave it on,” he rasps, his long fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs. His eyes caress the length of his body and his lips quirk up. “My gorgeous mafia wife.”
It comes out a little shy, like he’s unsure of how it’s going to be received. Like Mingi hadn’t just seduced him with lacy lingerie and made him paint his thighs in thick ropes of jizz.
Mingi leans down to reward him with a path of searing kisses and nips down his neck. He’s careful not to leave marks in very visible places, but below his clavicle, all bets are off. He draws a startled yelp that morphs into a moan by biting down hard on Yunho’s collarbone, before tracing the imprint of his teeth with his tongue.
Yunho’s squirms and shivers, but makes no move to bat him off. Mingi smiles against his skin and eases up a bit, pecking every tiny little mole he encounters. Yunho sighs blissfully at the gentle attention, a little reprieve from the intensity of the night.
It doesn’t last long, though. Mingi’s own erection is getting painful and he craves some sort of friction. He gives it a little squeeze through the lace and it feels exquisite. He sits up and his breath catches. Yunho is a vision, so beautifully wrecked. Flushed, sweaty, hazy and needy. His mafioso, strong and fierce, completely pliant underneath him.
It’s enough to tip any man into insanity. Which is the only explanation for what comes out of Mingi’s mouth next.
“Would you let me fuck your pretty little hole one day?”
Yunho chokes on his own spit. Two dark spots of red bloom high on his cheeks and his hips buck, brushing his half-hard cock against Mingi’s balls deliciously. It’s a louder yes than if he’d screamed in his face.
It’s Mingi’s turn to short-circuit as a wave of lust threatens to swallow him whole. He rolls his hips and fights to keep a hold of himself.
“I would make it so good for you, love,” it comes out gravelly and desperate. “I’d rail you so hard you could feel me for days.”
“Fuck,” Yunho hisses, pulling Mingi’s ass cheeks apart and shoving the thong out of the way.
His fingers are uncharacteristically clumsy as they fumble with the plug. Finally, they find purchase and he pulls it out halfway before plunging it back in with an obscene squelch.
Mingi arches his back sharply on a hoarse Ah! He’s so keyed up he feels he’s going to die if he doesn’t have Yunho’s cock in his ass in the next ten seconds. He frantically looks for the last lube packet and tears it open the second he gets his hands on it.
Shit. They don’t have a condom.
The suite is so enormous there’s several rooms and Mingi is pretty sure their bags and his toiletries are somewhere in the lounge.
Fuck that. He’s clean and he trusts Yunho.
His boyfriend is impossibly hard again as he wraps his lube slick fingers around his shaft. He pins Yunho with a searing gaze. He’s learned a few new things about kinks he suspects neither of them knew they had, so why not push it a little further?
“You going to fuck me bare like this?” he says, flicking his thumb over the slit just as it produces a little spurt of precum. “Fill your princess up so good you put a baby in me?”
Yunho’s face contorts. Whether it’s in pain or pleasure, Mingi couldn’t say. A deep and animalistic sound bubbles up from his chest as his mouth twists in a snarl. He unceremoniously pulls the plug out all the way and flings it to a corner of the room.
His dark gaze should be frightening, but it does nothing but stoke the fire in Mingi’s abdomen. Mingi pushes up on his knees and shuffles forward until he’s hovering over Yunho’s cock and wastes no time sinking down on it.
The burn is real. The plug was sizable, but no match at all for Yunho’s sheer girth. Mingi doesn’t give a shit. If anything, the borderline uncomfortable stretch heightens the intensity of his pleasure. He moans, loud and hoarse as he pushes through until his ass is flush with Yunho’s pelvis.
All of Yunho’s muscles are straining with the effort to not just fuck up mindlessly and give Mingi a moment to adjust. Beads of sweat roll down his temples into his dark hair and Mingi thinks he’s never looked more attractive.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Yunho grounds out between ragged pants. “Fucking hell.”
Mingi tilts his hips and he sees stars as it drags Yunho’s cock along his prostate. Jesus fucking Christ. This is the first time he’s riding Yunho like this and it’s almost too much to handle. His thighs are already shaking and he’s barely moved.
Experimentally, he lifts his hips a few inches and drops back down. The moan his chest produces is louder than any noise he’s ever made during sex. He can’t help it, he’s lost complete control over his vocal chords.
Yunho’s strong hands settle underneath his thighs to help him bounce, while his own hips kick up to meet him every time.
“Shit, you’re so deep,” Mingi babbles. “Fuck, fuck, yes, oh my God.”
His weight tips forward and he catches himself on Yunho’s bulging pecs. The new angle nails his prostate on every thrust, while his leaking cock rubs relentlessly against Yunho’s stomach. The feeling of the soft lace dragging across the sensitive skin is maddening. He’s been so turned on so long he’s catapulted dangerously close to the edge very quickly. And Yunho keeps alternating between praising Mingi and bathing him in a litany of pure, unadulterated filth.
Sweat is pooling in the dip of his spine from the exertion of pushing himself up. He swivels his hips and grinds, trying to imprint the feeling of Yunho’s dick, deep and thick with no barrier between them, in his memory.
He wants this forever.
The thought flares bright and crystal clear in his head. He wasn’t lying when he said no one else does it for him.
Yunho presses a palm against Mingi’s cock and he’s done for. He throws his head back, arches his spine and shouts his boyfriend’s name as wave after wave of euphoria wracks his frame. He drenches the lilac lace and Yunho’s hand in his semen, fingers curling so hard his nails leave angry red lines on his boyfriend’s chest.
His breath stutters as Yunho rails him through it, his hole fluttering and clenching down on him. His thrusts slow as the spots in Mingi’s vision start to clear and some of his brain comes back online.
Yunho is panting underneath him, soiled hand curled around his hip and the other braced on his shoulder to help prop him up. Mingi is exhausted and so well-fucked he feels like all his joints have liquefied. But fuck if he won’t help his boyfriend get off a second time.
He sits up straighter, sucking in a breath when Yunho’s dick brushes against his swollen and sensitive prostate. But inveterate adrenaline junkie that he is, Mingi is no stranger to overstimulation.
Mingi lifts his hips a few inches, a clear invitation for Yunho to fuck up into him, but his boyfriend hesitates as if afraid to overdo it. Mingi isn’t having any of it.
“C’mon, give it to me,” he purrs. Yunho’s pupils blow so wide they nearly swallow his irises entirely. “Fill me up, daddy.”
That does it. Yunho bends his knees and clutches Mingi’s waist to steady him before he starts to pound into him. All Mingi can do is hold on for dear life. Yunho wrenches one of the lacy straps in his hand and it’s too much for the poor thong. The waistband snaps and the fabric rips.
It only seems to spur Yunho on. Despite having come once already, it doesn’t take long for him to get there again. He fucks up hard a few more times before he climaxes on a half-sob deep inside of Mingi.
The feeling of Yunho’s hot come painting his insides sends another round of sparks tripping up Mingi’s spine and he shudders, crashing down on his boyfriend’s chest in a heap of sweaty limbs.
For a few long moments, all they can do is melt into the soft sheets and try to catch their breaths. Yunho curls an arm around Mingi’s shoulder and pulls him in close.
Mingi feels absolutely disgusting, damp with sweat and spit and lube, while there’s semen leaking out of his ass onto the tattered remains of his lingerie. Things in his life more broadly are far from perfect either. And yet, he’s never been happier. He turns to look at Yunho, equally gross and defiled, and his heart thuds.
He loves this man.
There’s no doubt, no little voice at the back of his mind. Just a quiet certainty. Come what may, his destiny is bound to Yunho’s and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if this ends badly, he’ll take what he can get.
He’s sure it’s all over his face, and he’s not quite ready to say it out loud, so he disentangles himself and slips into the bathroom to clean himself up and grab a wet washcloth for Yunho. While the sheets where they fucked are absolutely filthy, the bed is so monstrously large there’s plenty of space for them to curl up on the other side.
Mingi is tired after a highly charged evening and possibly the best sex of his life, but there’s still too much adrenaline coursing through his veins for him to fall asleep easily.
Yunho must be in a similar predicament. He interlaces their hands over his stomach and traces mindless patterns on Mingi’s bare shoulder with the other. Neither of them have spoken much, preferring to relish the afterglow in awed silence.
“I take it you liked your surprise?”
Yunho laughs into the quiet, dark suite. “What gave it away, was it me busting super quickly twice? Or that I was too far gone to speak?”
It’s Mingi’s turn to giggle. “You know, I thought you’d enjoy it, but I didn’t realise the panties would straight up break you.”
“You and me both, princess,” Yunho snorts. “Even I didn’t know the kink runs that deep.”
“Hmmm,” Mingi rubs his thumb over the back of Yunho’s hand absently. “Too bad you destroyed them.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Yunho says, unbothered. “I’m taking you back there and we’re getting one in every colour. Maybe some stockings.” He brings their joint hands up a little higher to brush against Mingi’s chest. “And a little bra for those tits too?”
Thank fuck it’s dark in the room because Mingi blushes every shade of red under the sun at that thought. Okay so maybe Yunho’s not the only one with a thing for this.
“If daddy insists.”
Yunho is seized by a sudden and suspicious coughing fit. God, this man is so easy in a way that’s completely at odds with his cold and scary mafia persona. Mingi chuckles in delight.
When he recovers, he winds his arms more tightly around Mingi and also huffs out a little laugh.
“You,” he whispers in his ear, “are a menace.”
“You love it, don’t lie,” Mingi shoots back, his mouth yet again just a tad faster than his brain.
Yunho sighs in resignation. “I do.”
Mingi knows he doesn’t mean it that way. But. It’s just a little too close to home right after privately admitting his own feelings. His breath gets stuck in his windpipe and he can’t quite manage a witty retort to distract from the intensity of the moment.
They’re silent for so long Mingi thinks Yunho may have fallen asleep, but he starts when there’s a sleepy murmur from behind him.
“Where the fuck have you been all my life?”
It’s a little slurred and so endearingly earnest Mingi unexpectedly has to blink a few tears away.
“It doesn’t matter,” he whispers back. “I’m here now.”