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Mingi is belatedly aware that he should have thought Beach Day through a little more thoroughly.
Looking in the mirror, he grimaces.
His skin is dark red and freckled, nearly every inch of his body burned except for where his swim trunks shielded his upper thighs. He looks silly, he knows. Cherry cheeks and all.
The worst part is that Mingi can barely move. Earlier, when Wooyoung and Hongjoong were purchasing some water for their car ride home, Mingi snuck into the aisle with the sunscreen and aloe. Not that sunscreen will do him any good now, but the aloe on the other hand may just save him. But alas. Even just reaching for it on the shelf at the grocery store was hellish. His skin was tightening by the second and Mingi knew he was in for it when he could feel his shirt shift against his shoulders.
It had stung then, but it’s only gotten worse as the hours passed. The cold shower he took only resulted in an uncomfortable amount of time spent rubbing soap over his skin and the realization that even his scalp is sunburned. Great.
Now out of the shower with a towel around his hips, Mingi can barely stomach the thought of rubbing another substance against his raw flesh.
But he needs to. It will be better for him in the long run, and might even keep the burn from being too bad in the morning. Still, his body won’t bend that way. Not with how stiff his shoulders are.
Maybe that’s how he finds himself sending a message to Yunho, his roommate.
Who was smart and did not participate in Beach Day.
can u come help me :( Mingi sends, aware of his own pitiful tone.
Yunho, apparently in the living room, is quick to step up to the bathroom door and knock carefully.
“Are you okay in there?” Yunho asks, a little teasing.
Mingi hates that the pain shooting throughout his body won’t let him match his energy. Instead, he just glances at the door and tries not to be humiliated to death. “Yeah, I just… Can you do me a favor?”
“What’s up?” Yunho asks, and the teasing tone from before is gone. Probably sensing the weird vibe Mingi is carrying through the wooden barrier between them.
Mingi cracks the door and sticks his head out, finding Yunho with a crease between his brows. “I got sunburned…”
Yunho chuckles, meeting his eyes. “I see that,” he replies. But in comparison to his chest, Mingi knows his cheeks aren’t that bad. So with a reluctant sigh, he opens the door the rest of the way and stands up straight so Yunho can take him in.
It’s not until Yunho’s eyes lock onto his figure that Mingi realizes, oh yeah, he’s practically naked.
His towel hangs low on his hips and, well, the rest of him is just bare.
Yunho stares. “Jesus, Min.”
“Yeah.” Mingi moves out of the way so Yunho can enter the small space with him. He stands in front of the mirror and makes eye contact with Yunho through the reflection as he does. “I forgot sunscreen.”
Yunho, bless him, can’t keep his eyes off of Mingi’s hips.
And really, who can blame him? He and Mingi have… experimented before. Which is why Mingi didn’t really think before sending a message. He knows Yunho and Yunho knows him–knows his body. There aren’t many people in this world Mingi would trust to rub aloe on his sore skin, but Yunho is one of them. If not the only one.
Believe him, he spent enough time getting harassed by Wooyoung today that he is aware their friendship is not normal.
But the eyes raking over his body are still amusing. “Why did you do that?” Yunho asks, a little out of it.
Mingi scoffs, hitting him with the hand-towel on the counter. “Can you stop eye-fucking me long enough to rub this on my back?” He hands the bottle of aloe to Yunho. “Do you think you can manage that?”
Yunho pouts but accepts the bottle. “I wasn’t eye-fucking you,” he mumbles, flicking open the cap–and, uh oh, Mingi wasn’t expecting that sound to be so similar to one he’s heard many times before in the bedroom. With Yunho. “Is this enough?”
Mingi passes a glance to the hand Yunho has held up, fingers coated in the thick substance. “Never too much,” Mingi replies, laughing when Yunho rolls his eyes.
“If I’m not allowed to eye-fuck you, you’re not allowed to do whatever the hell that was.”
“Oh, come on, I was just kidding.” And, in this case, he was. There is a thing as too much aloe.
Yunho huffs but takes the defense for what it is. He’s quick to place his hands gently onto Mingi’s discolored shoulders and the cold gel instantly relieves Mingi from a bit of the pain. “There you go,” Yunho murmurs as the tension bleeds out of Mingi’s body. “You’re okay.”
Mingi sighs contently when Yunho continues to work his fingers into the plains of his shoulder blades, and then the dip of his waist. He hangs his head, no longer watching Yunho in their reflection, but instead closing his eyes and allowing his senses to be absorbed by Yunho’s touch. How his fingers glide against Mingi’s lower back, just above the towel draped across his hips. How the heat seems to be falling out of his body in waves. “Mm. Feels better,” Mingi whispers.
Yunho reaches for the aloe and pours more onto his palm. “You should have reminded me where you were going today. I wouldn’t have let you leave without sunscreen.”
Ah, there he is. Mingi was waiting for Yunho to go into protective-mode.
Took longer than expected, Mingi will be honest.
“I’m fine,” is Mingi’s go-to response.
“But you’re not. I wouldn’t be here if you were fine.” Yunho touches Mingi gently at the waist and motions for him to spin a bit. Here, he coats one of his arms. Then, his collarbones. Some of his neck, too.
They’re not quite face-to-face, but all Mingi would have to do is turn his head slightly to the right and they would be. Mingi’s glad his cheeks have already been scorched red. Maybe Yunho wont notice how the hands feeling up his chest are affecting him. “Well, I’ll be fine. If you’d hurry up.”
Yunho stalls when his palm reaches the base of Mingi’s throat, just over his clavicle. There’s something in his eyes that Mingi can’t look at. “Something tells me you don’t want that.”
Mingi’s silence is taken for an answer, and soon, Yunho’s fingers are dipping downward to coat his ribcage. It’s almost like he’s going slower now, having been taunted. And then there’s the click of the bottle again. Mingi hates where his mind goes. Hates how he’s losing himself every time Yunho graces his core with the gel. “You don’t know what I want.”
“I don’t?” Yunho asks, and this is where it gets dangerous. Because Yunho lets his hand fall to his lower belly, just above the loosely-tied towel.
Mingi does his best to shake his head, even tries to voice something in defiance, but all that comes out is a choked sort of noise.
Yunho grins. “I missed you today.”
“You missed my body,” Mingi scoffs, grabbing the aloe from Yunho’s hold. He pours the substance into his own hand and does his best to cover his forearms.
For a moment, silence fills the spaces between them. Mingi almost wishes he could take it back. “What?” Yunho asks, eyes burning holes into the side of his head. “Did I miss something? What do you mean?”
Mingi sighs. He doesn’t even know why he let himself say that. Worse, Yunho looks like a kicked puppy.
Maybe now isn’t the time for Mingi to blow his own cover. When his skin is horribly charred and flushed. He’s gone nearly a year now without letting Yunho see past this front; he’s not going to change that now.
“Nothing,” Mingi answers. He almost wants to drop his towel onto the tile just to make Yunho forget about it. “Sorry.”
Mingi closes the lid to the container and turns on his heels, ready to get the hell out of here, but Yunho stops him in his tracks. Damn him and his big body. “I miss you every second we’re not together, Mingi-yah. Not your body. You.”
There is something in the back of Mingi’s head that won’t latch onto the words. Sure, Yunho may think that. But take Mingi’s physique out of the equation, and he’s not too sure Yunho would stick around.
“Hey,” Yunho whispers, finger gracing the peak of his chin. “Look at me.”
Mingi tries, but ultimately settles his gaze on one of the freckles on Yunho’s nose.
“Where is this coming from?”
“I don’t know,” Mingi sighs. “I think the sunburn is infecting my brain.”
Yunho chuckles, but the finger on his chin moves delicately to his jaw. “How can I convince you your body has nothing to do with my feelings towards you?”
The moment it comes out, Yunho seems to be overtly aware. The smile falls from his lips.
“Your feelings towards me?” Mingi asks, and he hates the string of hope that tightens in his chest. Yunho’s hand leaves Mingi’s face, though, instead taking place on Yunho’s belly. Like he’s guarding himself from something.
“I… you know. Our arrangement, I guess. It goes deeper than just sex, doesn’t it?”
He looks unsure. Scared, too. It makes Mingi’s heart lurch into his throat.
“Or does it?”
He’s backing away now, and Mingi doesn’t know why he can’t get his body to cooperate with him. Yunho’s apologies fall on deaf ears and before Mingi can help it, he’s leaning forward and placing a feather-light kiss to Yunho’s lips.
Because he doesn’t know what to say. And if Yunho reciprocates this he’ll have all the answers he’s ever needed. They don’t kiss. That’s not something that falls under their agreement.
For a moment, Mingi’s scared he read the look in Yunho’s eyes wrong. Maybe Yunho misspoke—maybe he didn’t mean that and it just came out so Mingi would stop feeling the insecurity in his gut.
But then Yunho kisses back.
And his hand graces Mingi’s shoulder and—Ow.
“Ah, ah, sunburn,” Mingi states, pulling away with a wince.
“Oh, I—sorry. Are you okay?”
Poor guy. He looks genuinely remorseful.
“Yeah. I think.” Mingi hates the swirl of unease in his tummy. “Does… this kiss mean what I think it does. What I hope it does.”
Yunho smiles bashfully. “Mhm.”
Mingi can’t help himself from matching the expression Yunho wears, and he grabs hold of Yunho’s hands to keep them steady between their bodies. When Yunho looks at him inquisitively, Mingi laughs. “I don’t trust you. You're handsy.”
Yunho frowns but doesn’t resist when Mingi leans in again, pressing their lips together softly and humming at the contact.
Still, Mingi can feel each jolt and fidget from Yunho’s fingers. He wants to touch. Mingi knows this about him. He’s always running his hands up Mingi’s body and squeezing at every ounce of flesh he can reach.
“Your hips aren’t sunburned, are they?” Yunho asks. God, he sounds so genuine. Like he’ll die if he can’t touch him. “Can I—I want to feel you. This isn’t fair.”
Mingi groans at the thought of Yunho feeling him up. “Fine,” he says, “But your hands don’t go any higher, got it?”
Yunho eagerly nods, not unlike a puppy, and he’s quick to rip his hands from Mingi’s, placing them below the dimples of his lower back and palming his ass over the white towel. The action nearly causes the fabric to fall off, though, and Mingi has to break another kiss to warn him with a glare, no matter how good it feels. “The towel stays on. You are not seeing this burn line, Yun-ah.”
Yunho whines. “Why not?”
Mingi scoffs, even if Yunho’s switch from bashful to borderline ravenous is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. “Is that a turn-on for you?”
“Everything about you is a turn-on for me.”
A breath gets caught somewhere in the back of Mingi’s throat. Yunho’s looking at him with such big eyes that Mingi’s finding it harder and harder to tell him no. But he has his pride. Mingi will not be seen with pale hips and a red belly.
So, the only logical thing he can think to do is kiss Yunho again and press his own hand against Yunho’s growing erection.
The moan he gets in response is music to his ears.
“Okay, I—hey! I wanted to give you head, stop it—”
Mingi giggles into Yunho’s mouth, pressing his tongue past the man’s lips. “Too bad. Should’ve been faster.”
It takes approximately twenty seconds for Mingi to kiss his way down Yunho’s torso, dropping onto his knees. The tile is cold. Hurts a little, too.
But looking up at Yunho like this makes it all worth it. He’s tall—hovering over him and somehow managing to make Mingi feel so small. No one’s ever made him feel like that. It’s something he’s grown addicted to.
Blinking up at him, Yunho rolls his head against his shoulders. “How am I not supposed to touch you?” he asks. “I need to touch you. I’m gonna die.”
“You are not gonna die,” Mingi responds, sneaking a finger past the waistband of Yunho’s sweats. He shuffles them down some, but when Yunho notices he’s getting a bit of the green gel on them, he bats at Mingi’s hands with a frown. “You can… pull my hair,” Mingi murmurs to make up for it. “I know you like that.”
Yunho stalls, pants around the thick of his thighs. “Your scalp is red, Minnie—”
“I know. It’s not as bad as my shoulders, though. As long as you don’t dig your pesky little fingers into it, I think I’ll be okay.”
Yunho considers this, brows tugged together. It only takes him a moment to test this theory, hesitantly dragging his hand to grace the still-wet hair on Mingi’s head.
It doesn’t hurt too bad. The burn is just mild enough that the sting feels good.
“That okay?” Yunho asks, chewing on his lip.
Mingi nods with the eyes he knows drives Yunho crazy.
“Okay. Fuck.” He’s hasty in shoving his pants past his knees and using his foot to launch them across the bathroom. They land haphazardly on the lid of the basket they use to house their dirty clothes.
Mingi laughs. “Good aim.”
“I told you, my feet have a mind of their own.”
“Do they now?” Mingi asks, rolling his eyes as he places a cold hand on Yunho’s dick. Yunho flinches but eventually rolls his hips into the contact.
“Yeah,” Yunho says, breathless. “Can’t stop ‘em.”
Mingi’s about to tilt his head in amused confusion, but then he feels a sneaky toe dive into the slit of Mingi’s towel, opening it up until the pale of his thigh is exposed.
“You freak!” Mingi shouts, circling his unoccupied fingers around Yunho’s slim ankle to toss it off his naked lap. “Keep your feet to yourself—”
Yunho whines as Mingi covers himself back up. “I want to see youuuu—”
“You can see me just fine.” To shut the man up, he spits into his palm and spreads the saliva up his length. Yunho nearly goes boneless at the gesture, mouth falling agape and hand clawing into the doorframe behind him.
“Can I tell you something?” Yunho asks, panting,
Mingi smiles, continuing the slow strokes. “Of course.”
“I’ve wanted to be more than friends for a long time.”
“Me too,” Mingi replies sympathetically, gaze locking onto Yunho’s dick because for some reason making eye contact is hard for him today.
“No, I mean a long time. Like, since high school.”
The admission has Mingi freezing. “High school? Yunho—why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Yunho shrugs, but apparently grows impatient with Mingi the longer he doesn’t move his hand. He bucks his hips gently to get them moving again. “You weren’t interested. Were you?”
Mingi spits into his palm again and continues his motions. “I guess not. But if I had known you were an option, I’m sure that would have changed.”
“It’s okay,” Yunho says, eyes fluttering closed at Mingi’s tugs. “It was worth it, yeah?”
“Years of pining?” Mingi scoffs. “Sure.”
“Oh, come on,” Yunho complains. “We had fun. Sneaking around.”
Mingi kisses the head of Yunho’s dick. “Are you saying we’re not gonna sneak around anymore?”
“Mm. Want them to know you’re mine.” He’s talking about their friends. Mingi kisses down his length in amusement. “So they stop looking at you like you’re up for grabs.”
Mingi smiles against Yunho’s skin. “Are you jealous, Jeong?”
Yunho doesn’t even deny it. Mingi can respect that. There had been several times where Wooyoung stated in grotesque detail the things he wanted Yunho to do to him. That’s the only reason Woo knows about him and Mingi in the first place. He couldn’t take the comments anymore.
“Yes,” he answers. “I’m the only one that gets to see you like this.” Mingi thinks about what he looks like, on his knees with his hair still so wet it’s dripping down the knobs of his spine.
He lets Yunho keep talking and suckles softly on the skin at the base of his erection. The way he’s speaking—like he’s territorial of Mingi—has Mingi more hot and bothered than he’d like to admit. Reaching the slit of Yunho’s tip, he finally opens his mouth and takes him in, making sure his length hits the bed of his tongue just right.
“Fuck, Min,” Yunho gasps, both hands making their way into Mingi’s hairline. It hurts. But it feels oh so heavenly. “All mine, yeah? You like that, don’t you?”
Mingi’s response is to furrow his brows and bob his head, letting Yunho’s cock fill up every crevice in his mouth. He hollows his cheeks and puts his tongue to work.
“So pretty,” Yunho tells him, locking eyes as Mingi sinks himself further onto Yunho’s dick. He can feel saliva dripping down his chin, nearly swallowing Yunho down all at once. Mingi wonders minutely if Yunho would fuck his mouth if he asked—now that they’re ‘more than friends’ and all. Because asking a friend to let you gag on their dick felt over the line.
But that’s a question for another day. Right now, all he can do is close his eyes and bob his head back and forth for a while, letting the sweet sounds Yunho makes imprint themselves into his memory.
His head feels a little fuzzy. Yunho must notice.
“Why don’t we go to my room, Jagi?”
Mingi pouts around him, but the thought of getting off of this cold hard tile is tempting. He pulls himself from Yunho’s cock and nods slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Yunho smiles too cutely to have just been moaning and whimpering, and helps Mingi rise to his feet. At eye level again, Mingi blinks at Yunho’s flushed face and neck. He gulps. Yunho chuckles at this and grabs his hand.
“Let’s go,” he says, kissing his knuckles and dragging him through the bathroom door. The angle has Mingi’s tight skin throbbing against his shoulders, but he tries to keep his whimpers down, instead opting for staying as close as he can to the other and resting his head on his clothed arm.
Yunho kisses his hair when they reach his bedroom. “Do you wanna pick up where we left off?” Yunho asks, facing Mingi so he can brush his bangs from his forehead. “Or do you want to relax? Let me do the work?”
Mingi must be more gone than he realizes if Yunho’s offering to take control. When he tries to respond, all he can muster is a choked whine.
Yunho coos at him. “Do you want to stop?”
Now that, Mingi is able to give an answer to. He shakes his head aggressively. “No. If I don’t get to see you come, I’m going to bite your dick off.”
Yunho raises his brows, nodding. “Yeah, I—Okay. No worries there. Do you wanna blow me, then?”
Mingi sighs. “Want you to fuck me. But I can’t lay down.” He runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “Hurts too bad.”
Yunho seems to be thinking, lips jut out in a cute pout. “All fours?” Yunho asks.
Mingi wants to hit him. He looks at him, unimpressed.
“Okay, that’s a no,” Yunho states.
Mingi flops. “Hurry up. My dick is gonna fall off.”
Yunho gawks, stuttering when he says, “I’m not the one making this difficult! I’m gonna go get a condom, when I come back you better be ready to go or I’m gonna blue-ball you—”
“You wouldn’t—”
“Try me,” Yunho retorts, leaving the room entirely.
Mingi flops some more, but ultimately decides he would rather die than be left alone tonight. Who the hell gives someone an ultimatum before sex. That should be illegal. He looks around the room and tries to decide what will hurt the least, finally dropping his towel onto the ground and shivering when the cold air graces his hips and thighs.
Eventually, he decides that he’ll have to do most of the work. Even if he doesn’t want to. He curls up in a ball on Yunho’s comforter and sets his chin on top of his knees, waiting.
When Yunho comes back, he looks ready to say something, but Mingi beats him to it.
“Let me ride you,” he says, nervously toying with his fingers. He’s never ridden anyone before. There’s a twinge of insecurity that flits around his stomach. “Would that be okay?”
Yunho at least wears a sympathetic frown. “Yeah,” he whispers, walking closer to the bed. “I got more aloe,” he says as he sits beside him and drops his loot onto the mattress. “Do you want me to put more on you?”
Mingi sighs. “Mm-mm. Just want you to make me feel better.”
Yunho laughs at his dramatics, scooting until his back hits the headboard. He pats the meat of his thigh. “Come here, then,” he giggles, and Mingi is quick to climb onto his lap. He grabs the condom and rips the package open with his teeth.
Yunho peels it from his hands and finishes the job, sliding the latex over his length. Mingi’s mouth waters at the sight. Yunho’s core clenching. The vein in his neck popping out.
He takes Yunho’s hands in his own and sways them between their bodies for a moment. Mingi’s going to have to do his best to police him. “You can keep your hands here.” He places his palms on his uncharred hips. “Or here.” His ass. “That’s it.”
Yunho nods. “Aye-aye.”
Mingi rolls his eyes but shuffles further onto the man’s lap, Yunho’s hands never leaving the flesh of his ass. The touch is grounding, and it makes for an easy transition into stretching him open, fingers already lubed up from the condom.
Mingi gasps at the unexpected intrusion. “Okay, a warning next time would be awesome.” Yunho throws his head back with an obnoxious laugh, and Mingi can’t help it when a smile spreads across his face, too. He leans in and touches his lips with his own. Kisses him softly. “You’re stupid.”
Yunho hums as he works his pointer finger in and out of Mingi’s body. “You’re dumb. Makes us a good pair.”
Shaking his head, Mingi scoffs and kisses him again. They’re closer now, their dicks between them rocking against each other. The friction has Mingi moaning into Yunho’s mouth, anticipation flooding his lower belly.
“You can—ah—add another,” Mingi squeaks, moving his hips in tandem with Yunho’s finger.
Yunho nods and kisses a trail down Mingi’s neck as he slides the next finger in, scissoring him within seconds. The burn on his neck stings, but Mingi can’t find it within him to peel the little leech off. Not with the sounds he’s pressing into Mingi’s red skin.
“I like you,” he blurts, moaning blissfully when Mingi brings a hand to circle their cocks.
Mingi laughs. “Yeah? I like you too.” He jerks them both off to the best of his ability, even though they’re both thick enough that Mingi’s fingers won’t close around them, and soon Yunho’s adding his third finger. His actions are getting sloppier the longer he preps Mingi, and Mingi won’t lie when he says he’s getting a little impatient himself. “That’s enough—I’m good. I’ll be okay.”
Yunho removes his head from Mingi’s neck and nods, catching his lips with his own again as he moves his hands to help Mingi lift his hips and align Yunho’s dick with this stretched hole. Reaching blindly for Yunho’s dick beneath him, Mingi relies on Yunho’s strength more than he’d ever admit.
It’s nice, though. Having someone so strong willing to put their comfort aside just to make this process easier for Mingi.
He really, really likes Yunho.
And when Mingi feels the tip of the man’s cock prod at his entrance, he thinks he may just die. Here. In Yunho’s strong arms.
Alas, that would be too lucky. Instead, he settles for letting Yunho’s dick breach his hole. Mingi sinks his ass onto it as far as he can before it starts to hurt minutely.
Yunho must see the way his thighs shake. “Here, Jagi, relax,” he whispers, running a soothing thumb along the pudge of Mingi’s hip. “I can hold you.”
Mingi hates that he trusts him so. When he finally relaxes, he lets his knees dig into the mattress alongside Yunho’s thighs, but Yunho holds him steady as ever. Even kisses his cheek.
“Pretty thing,” he comments. Like he doesn’t have the power to kill Mingi with just a few words. “Shouldn’t have to work so hard.”
“Shut up,” Mingi whines, dropping more of his weight onto Yunho’s lap. His cock is wedged deep in his body now, even if he’s not all the way seated. The pleasure overpowers the pain when Mingi leans back, though, and he places his hands on Yunho’s thighs to hold him upright.
Yunho looks equally as affected. He lets his neck give out and suddenly his head is lolling forward, hands grasping for purchase on Mingi’s ass when he begins to roll his hips slowly.
Mingi’s breath hitches when Yunho pulls his cheeks apart, running a finger along the seam where Mingi’s hole meets Yunho’s stiff cock.
It’s fucking filthy.
Mingi can’t get enough. He may love this man.
“Fuck, Yunnie,” Mingi gasps, still grinding his hips downward. “Need you to—to—”
“I got you, baby,” Yunho answers. He lifts Mingi from beneath his thighs again, like it’s nothing. Feeling the slow drag of Yunho’s cock from inside is driving him crazy.
Yunho easily makes a steady pattern out of this, though. Pulling Mingi up. Letting him fall back down. He feels so deep inside Mingi’s body that the soreness of his skin is forgotten about entirely and he wraps his arms around Yunho’s neck. Hugs him close.
“You okay?” Yunho asks on the rise and fall.
Mingi nods, hiding his head into the cusp of his neck and shoulder. “Mhm. Feels good.”
Yunho smiles against the side of his face, kissing him there. “Do you think you can go a little faster?”
Mingi nods, squeezing his eyes shut.
Yunho takes the answer and in an instant is able to speed up their joint movements. He even begins to meet Mingi’s ass in the middle with his hips, pounding into him from underneath.
Mingi’s never been this hard in his life. He feels lame for being on the verge of an orgasm already.
Yunho, however, felt up in the bathroom, is apparently on the same pace. After a few minutes of sloppy thrusts, he’s panting into Mingi’s ear. “Gonna come,” he says, breaths curling around the raw skin on his cheek.
Mingi moans at the thought of him coming inside. Almost wishes he didn’t have a condom on. Still, he nods and whimpers with each clap of their skin. “Me too,” he murmurs, eyes rolling into his skull.
Yunho chuckles, and soon he’s giving Mingi one, two, three hard thrusts. The impact has Mingi seeing stars in this hazy state and he can’t help but release onto their stomachs, untouched. Yunho must come too, given his arms are shaking and he can’t hold Mingi up any longer.
After a moment of blinking themselves back down from their highs, Mingi realizes his arms are twisted in all sorts of miserable ways. He whines and peels himself from Yunho’s chest.
His poor dick. When he glances down at it, it looks like it’s lost a life.
“You okay?” Yunho asks, amused after also seeing the spent Junior.
“Yes. Love you. Bad.”
Yunho’s eyes widen for a moment, before they go soft and lax. “I love you, too. Why don’t you let me clean you up?”
Mingi shakes his head, a yawn spilling from his lips before he can stop it. There is something comforting about having Yunho inside him. And after a long day at the beach, Mingi is ready to tucker into bed and pass out.
Yunho runs gentle fingers through his hair. “You are gonna hate life when you wake up with dried cum on your sunburn.”
Mingi groans. “Don’t care. Just want to sleep.”
And, really, Mingi doesn’t mind. He’ll take another bath later. Except this time, Yunho will join him. And it will be the best bath ever. And he’ll probably make him rub aloe on him again.
Yunho chuckles from beneath him, but stops putting up a fight. Even flick the light off.
Yeah. Maybe the pain is worth it.
1 Sunburn = 1 Yunho.
That’s a fair trade in Mingi’s book.