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----- A few years later ----
“Fuck, Wonwoo.”
Mingyu tangled his fingers through dark locks, tightening his hold as he snapped his hips forward deeper into his lover’s wet mouth that was sucking his cock like his life depended on it.
“So good,” he groaned, pleasured moans ringing loudly through the room.
Pulling off the thick cock, Wonwoo caught his breath, eyes slightly glaring up from where he sat on his knees, hair messy, lips and cheeks pink, overly large t-shirt hanging off one shoulder, and no pants on over his cute, pink colored undies that Soonyoung had bought for him as a joke (but Wonwoo had to resort to wearing it since he was extra lazy and didn’t do laundry this week. Mingyu had no complaints though and it was the catalyst that got him into this position, which they both also had no complaints about.)
“Shhh,” Wonwoo whispered with a finger to his lips, “the baby,” he rasped, voice rough from the dick that had been down his throat for the past five minutes or so.
Catching his own breath, Mingyu only gave a grunt before pulling his lover up, capturing pretty lips that quickly melted against his own. His hand snuck under the large shirt that hung around Wonwoo’s frame, thumb teasing pert nipples and sensative sides until it had his lover squirming beneath devouring lips.
Pulling back from the kiss, the prime minister grasped Wonwoo’s chin and leaned back to look down into dark midnight eyes.
“Focus on me, not the baby,” he scolded, sitting down on the bed as Wonwoo crawled on top of his lap.
“I am,” the younger man said, breath hitched as he slowly rocked his hips against Mingyu’s hard length, Wonwoo’s pale, rose colored panties getting stained with the prime minister’s excitement.
One hand gripped the younger man’s waist, while the other latched onto Wonwoo’s nape, bringing his face a hair's breadth away from Mingyu’s own. “Be good for me,” he murmured against plushy lips.
“I always am,” Wonwoo answered, grin intact while his slim fingers reached between their hot bodies, wrapping around the older man’s throbbing cock.
Mingyu pressed a hard kiss to his lover’s lips with a smile. “You are,” he said before quickly flipping Wonwoo onto the bed, the freshly graduated university student lying on his stomach, body warm with anticipation of what was to come. “Always good for me,” the prime minister muttered against his lover’s shoulder, trailing languid kisses down Wonwoo’s back.
Letting out a content sigh and shudder at the doting ministrations, the younger man wiggled his hips in hopes to gain more attention in certain places.
And of course his “financial father who spoils him rotten” (in Soonyoung’s words), attended to Wonwoo’s needs.
“Lift up,” Mingyu instructed, pushing a pillow under the younger man’s chest while hiking Wonwoo’s hips up, cute little ass presented to the prime minister.
Running his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip, Mingyu enjoyed the view for a moment, fingers teasingly dipping against the thin, pink panties his lover wore that covered the heat where the older man was about to indulge. “Pretty,” he murmured, voice like heavy velvet as he leaned down and pressed his nose and lips to the soft cotton that hid Wonwoo’s fluttering hole.
With an unrepressed moan, Wonwoo felt another roll of heat wash over his body, his wet cock making the light pink stain a darker shade. Another groan escapsed him as Mingyu hooked a finger under the band and pulled the underwear down Wonwoo’s thighs, a thumb brushing against the dry entrance. “Min-gyu,” he whined, instinctively trying to pull away, except a firm grip on his hips kept him in place.
“Shh,” the older man murmured, palm smoothing against Wonwoo’s exposed ass. “Behave for me, hm?”
Letting out a moan as a reply, the younger man nodded his head, closing his eyes as he let the heat in his gut take over his senses.
Mingyu smirked. As always, his Wonwoo was so good for him. Leaning down, the older man indulged, flattening his tongue against his lover's entrance, the unbearable heat against his mouth pulling a groan from the back of his throat and appetizing whines from Wonwoo, whose body was already trembling from the single action.
The warm mouth eating him out had the younger man’s cock leaking, his voice resounding through the room and his fingers curling into the sheets while he slowly rocked back against the tongue and lips against his hole. Mingyu was so fucking good at this and it always sent Wonwoo out of his mind, pure instinct and bliss taking over and abandoning all restraint he had to hold back.
“Min-ah,” he repeated over and over between panting breaths and high-pitched, pleasured moans. He could see flickers of white in his vision, a knot buried in his stomach and his cock aching to be touched, all hints of his climax rolling in.
Rocking his hips, Wonwoo rubbed his neglected cock against the soft pillow that was under him, loving the gentle friction.
“So cute,” Mingyu said, pulling back to watch his needy lover squirming to seek release. “Maybe I should just watch, hm baby?” His large hand brushed up Wonwoo’s back before moving lower and gently gripping the younger man, guiding his hips to fuck against the pillow. “Let you come by doing this.”
Whining, Wonwoo shook his head, lifting a hand to claw at Mingyu’s fingers that held onto his hips tightly. “No, I want you,” he pleaded softly between breaths, peeking over his shoulder. “Your mouth…”
Mingyu grinned. He loved when his Wonwoo asked for things because Mingyu loved to give it to him. Leaning over his boyfriend to whisper in his ear, the older man dragged a thumb against Wonwoo’s hole, while his silken words reached listening ears, “Say please, love.”
Feeling his body shake at the teasing, Wonwoo let out an airy, “please” before the prime minister had his mouth back over his lover’s entrance, pushing him over the edge with the bit of roughness and small slap against the younger man’s cute tiny ass that begged to be stained a light pink by a large palm.
Wonwoo’s voice filled the room and he immediately came, limbs quivering. Mingyu was holding up his weight since his knees gave out and Wonwoo didn’t mind being completely handled and maneuvered to his boyfriend's desires… he trusted Mingyu completely.
“You’re so good, you know that baby?” the prime minister groaned in his ear, his own large cock sliding up against Wonwoo’s wet heat, but not pushing in. He rocked his length against the younger man’s entrance, feeling his muscles contract, a tremble of desire rush through his frame in the telltale sign he was close.
Languid kisses were placed on Wonwoo’s neck and shoulder blades as Mingyu rocked against his pretty boyfriend. His thick cock rubbed against the younger man’s ass, the wet head guiding a slick path for the rest of his aching shaft that was throbbing.
Dropping his forehead to Wonwoo’s back, his arm still wrapped around a slim waist, holding the other man up, the prime minister’s movements soon became erratic, thrusting against his lover's hole and sometimes slipping between sensitive thighs, making Wonwoo moan loudly.
“Almost there,” Mingyu groaned, quickening his pace, his hold around Wonwoo tightening just as the taut heat within him also bubbled to the surface.
Several more seconds and the prime minister was coming, his stain splattered across Wonwoo’s ass.
With heavy breathes, Mingyu leaned back, sitting himself on his knees. Thick fingers dipped into the mess, coating themselves in his own seed before slowly pushing the digits and his cum inside his pliant boyfriend.
“Gyu,” Wonwoo moaned wantonly, his body seeming to unconsciously push back into the wet intrusion.
“You like being filled,” the older man murmured adoringly, eyes glued to his fingers slowly pushing in and out of his lover easily. “My pretty kitten.” Wonwoo was perfect, wasn’t he?
A content, sleepy hum was the younger man’s only reply before soft, even breathing was heard.
Smiling, Mingyu withdrew his fingers, placing a kiss to Wonwoo’s temple, draping a blanket over his lover.
After letting the younger man sleep for a bit, the prime minister roused Wonwoo, coercing him to strip and shower. And once he had his princess cleaned and snuggled back in bed (still naked, since Wonwoo insisted he didn’t want clothes on), a heaviness hovered over Mingyu’s body, the comforting feel of Wonwoo clinging to him making the older man drift off into a needed sleep, his breath steadying, his muscles relaxing, and his mind slowly fading to nothingness…
…until…
“WAAAAAAAAA!! WAAAAA!!”
Jolting at the scream of a crying child through the baby monitor, Mingyu also felt Wonwoo snap up, quickly hitting the prime minister’s naked abdomen.
“Mingyu! Get up… she’s crying. What do we do? Mingyu, Mingyu, Mingyu.”
Grabbing Wonwoo’s hand to stop him from hitting his chest, Mingyu groaned, sitting upright. “I’m up, I’m up.”
“What do we do?” Wonwoo whisper-yelled, the wailing on the baby monitor never ceasing. “What do we do what do we do?”
“Sit here and make out,” the older man stated seriously, only grinning as his lover glared at him.
Getting out of bed, stealing Mingyu’s boxer briefs along with the prime minister's black tee from the floor, Wonwoo patted his messy hair, in hopes to tame it slightly (it didn’t help much).
“Hurry up,” he whisper-yelled again, pulling the bedroom door open before peeking over his shoulder at the older man pulling the sheets off his naked body, groaning as he stood up.
“You have all my clothes,” Mingyu protested, which went ignored as Wonwoo walked out of the room, heading towards the guest room.
Sighing, Mingyu couldn’t help but shake his head and grin.
Meanwhile, stopping outside the guest room, the younger man put his ear to the door, listening.
The baby was quieter now but still fussing. What should he do? Go inside? What if it disturbed the baby more? What would he do if it started crying even louder? What if the baby resented him for peeking in the room?
“You know you can go inside,” Mingyu said in Wonwoo’s ear, slightly startling the man.
Backhanding his prime minister boyfriend against his still exposed chest, Wonwoo huffed. “I know. I just… was waiting for you,” he grumbled. “She likes you more.”
Grinning and placing a kiss on his lover's temple, Mingyu tangled his fingers between Wonwoo’s own and opened the bedroom door with his free hand, stepping inside and pulling the younger man along. “No she doesn’t. She likes you too.”
Doubting the older man’s words, Wonwoo gnawed on his bottom lip as the baby started to scream louder again.
“Hi love,” Mingyu cooed, reaching down into the crib and picking up the little crying bundle. “You’re okay. Shh. Look who’s here to say hello…”
Holding out the whining baby towards Wonwoo, Mingyu watched the younger man’s face shift slightly to panic. It made the prime minister grin in adoration.
“Come on, baby, you haven’t held her yet.”
“What if I drop her?” Wide eyes glanced up at him from staring at the fussing child.
“You won’t, love,” Mingyu soothed, stepping closer towards his boyfriend. “Plus, when we have our own kid, are you not going to hold them?”
Yes, it wasn’t their baby (unfortunately or fortunately, depending who you asked). The couple was babysitting for Mingyu’s sister who was on a date with her husband and Wonwoo was one hundred percent positive the child did not like him at all.
“Say ‘hi uncle Nu’,” Mingyu cooed, talking to the baby who was crying softly.
Wonwoo waved dumbly, eyes staring at the baby who was still whining. Her squishy, little cheeks were red and the frown on her brow was making Wonwoo’s heart clench a tiny bit. He felt bad she was crying and that he didn’t know what was wrong or how to soothe her. “Maybe we should… I dunno… maybe she’s hungry?”
“She ate already. She just needs to have some cuddles for a bit to go back to sleep.”
“Is her diaper clean?”
Mingyu lifted the baby, checking if the diaper was soiled. “It’s good.” The man gently patted the whiny baby. “She just needs some coddling to soothe her back to sleep. Maybe your loud moaning scared her.”
The comment earned the prime minister a kick to his shins and a sneer, which Mingyu laughed at.
“Here,” the older man said, “Take her.”
Wonwoo vigorously shook his head, taking a step back. “No. Nonononono.”
“Wonwoo—”
“I’ll probably just make her cry more,” he argued, waving his hands in front of his chest. “One time, I dropped my baby brother and even though I was only two years old and he was just a baby, I think he still resents me to this day. And there was another time my baby cousin was born and we visited her in the hospital and she was sleeping but my seven year old self wanted to pat her bald baby head so I did and then woke her up and she cried for like hours. And another time—”
“Baby,” Mingyu interrupted his rambling boyfriend, placing the little fussy child in Wonwoo’s arms. “You’re fine. Look. See? You’re doing so well.”
Wonwoo stiffly held the child staring down at the little girl’s unhappy face. “She said she hates it,” he whispered, not daring to take his eyes off the baby just in case.
“She did not. Look, she stopped crying,” Mingyu pointed out, his hand finding its place on his lover's lower back. “You’re a natural.”
“Shut up,” Wonwoo grumbled, eyes still glued to the baby he held who did settle down a bit, but her face was still red and a frown still sat on her brow.
“Come.” Mingyu led them out of the room, grinning at how Wonwoo walked so super carefully at the slowest pace in the world, his eyes only flickering up every now and then to make sure he was following the older man that patiently waited for him.
Wonwoo sat on the couch, baby stiffly in his arms. At the movement, the little girl fussed a little causing him to widen his eyes and look at Mingyu with panic, practically screaming ‘take her she hates me.’
“You’re doing well, love, look.” The prime minister nodded at the baby who had her little face pressed to Wonwoo’s chest, breathing starting to even again. “See, you’re a natural.” He carefully sat beside the man, gently running a knuckle down the soft, plushy cheek of the baby.
Wordlessly, Wonwoo stared down at the little child in his arms and began to relax until he was leaning back against Mingyu, eyes never leaving the sleeping bundle.
He honestly never thought about having kids or adopting any since he always assumed he was bad with them. But the sleeping one in his arms warmed his heart and gave him a sense of happiness he never felt before.
Watching the baby sleep plus feeling the older man comb his fingers through his hair made Wonwoo yawn, the heavy feeling of tiredness weighing on him.
“Do you think she likes me now?” he murmured, eyes closed, head pressed to Mingyu’s chest while the baby girl was against his own chest, securely in his arms.
“I think she always did,” the older man whispered, a chaste kiss placed to the top of Wonwoo’s head.
Wonwoo smiled. “Maybe we can have a baby one day and they can be a future prime minister too,” he mumbled sleepily.
Mingyu grinned. He always imagined a simple, quiet life after serving as prime minister; a pretty beach house, a large dog, and just himself traveling along the coastline of the country… but settling down in the suburbs with a loud, crying, adorable baby drooling on him with Wonwoo by his side carefully making their daughter’s bottle while a curious cat sits beside his lover's legs didn't sound so bad either… in fact, it was becoming his new dream… and the tenacious, youngest prime minister of the country was no stranger of making his aspirations a reality.
