Work Text:
When Mingyu was first asked to help Seokmin with preparing for his Allure photoshoot, he felt rather giddy about it all.
Working out with Seokmin has always been fun — they match each other’s energy in a way that’s almost concerning — but now they have an excuse to do it for work purposes. Mingyu has always enjoyed doing things for his friends, so if guiding Seokmin through a rather rigorous workout routine was what he had to do to spend more time with him, he’d do it gladly.
Their sessions are intense. Hard. Tough. He takes Seokmin out to eat after everytime almost like an apology or meagre sympathy. Seokmin is always left sweating and panting afterwards, whining about some muscle or what-have-you hurting. Mingyu spots him and shouts encouragements, getting in a few of his own reps when possible.
Mingyu doesn’t really know the concept of this photoshoot, but he assumed it would involve Seokmin flaunting his body in some way shape or form. It’s exciting, for him and the fans, when he thinks about it. Seokmin has always been the more body conscious of them all, some mix of insecurity and embarrassment, and Mingyu has never felt the need to push Seokmin out of his comfort zone. Mingyu would argue there’s no need for Seokmin to prepare so rigorously to show off his body when it’s already perfect. Big arms, soft tummy, supple thighs. Well-fed. But if it’s what Seokmin wants, then he’ll go along with it. If Seokmin wants to sculpt his stomach, then so be it.
It’s another day at the gym for the two of them, and by now they’ve fallen into a good routine. They alternate what areas of Seokmin’s body to focus on, from arms to back to chest to stomach, and today they’re hitting his chest. Seokmin’s always been a performer, and it’s a show to watch him work out, all whimpers and harsh huffs and bulging muscle.
Mingyu spots Seokmin as he begins his first few reps of dumbbell bench presses. Seokmin’s back is flat against the bench press, and his hands grip the dumbbell in a tight fist. They’ve just started, so his bare face has no signs of redness or sweat, and he’s got a determined glint in his eye.
“Seokmin-ah, watch your form.” Mingyu tuts, chastising. He can see Seokmin fighting off a pout before he readjusts, setting his shoulder properly, and Mingyu hums his approval. That seems to put Seokmin’s slight smile back on his face.
Seokmin does around three passes before he starts breathing a lot heavier, his chest rising up and down sharply as the veins in his arms bulge. Mingyu’s always thought Seokmin has gorgeous arms, but they look even better when put to work like this, all shown-off and in-your-face. It’s perhaps his favourite part about working out with Seokmin. After another pass, of raising the dumbbell above himself and bringing it back down, he lets out a sharp grunt. “Stay tight, Seokmin. Don’t lose that tension,” Mingyu barks from his position behind Seokmin. Seokmin glares at him, but it’s very ineffective, considering his face is reddening and he’s puffing his cheeks out to get more air in. He looks too cute like this, even when bench pressing an ungodly amount of weight. “You want to squeeze your shoulder blades together, not dislocate them.” Seokmin huffs out a jagged breath of air, unable to respond but just as sassy somehow.
Seokmin gets through the next few reps easily, building up a sweat as he strains his muscles and works hard. His face is always the first to get sweaty, cheeks and ears red, while his tank top starts sticking to his chest. “One more, Seokminnie, do good!” Mingyu encourages, smile eager and (hopefully) comforting. Seokmin finishes his final pass, and Mingyu helps lift the dumbbell back onto it’s rest.
Pushing himself up to sit upright, Seokmin pushes his hair back with his sweaty palm, breathing harshly and looking up at Mingyu through the mirror in front of them. Mingyu’s throat feels a little tight.
“You did so good, Seokminnie,” Mingyu praises, smiling widely, the ball of pride in his chest glowing. He puts his hands on Seokmin’s shoulders and squeezes in a reassuring grip. “Take a break for five, yeah? Then we’ll get you to work a little more for me.” He says, rubbing Seokmin’s shoulders. Seokmin rolls them back into Mingyu’s hands, grunting approvingly.
“Yeah.” Seokmin mumbles his response, “I need to get better with my form, though.” He says it with a pout, “I feel like my body isn’t adapting as fast as I want it to.” He confides, sounding dejected and insecure. Mingyu finds it ridiculous.
Mingyu let’s his hands drift to squeeze Seokmin’s biceps, damp and beautiful flesh succumbing beneath his fingertips. “It’s not going to be immediate, but you already have a great framework to build off of. If anything, it’s a bit unnecessary for you to be working so intensely, but I know you like to go hard.” Mingyu says as a matter of fact. “And you look good, Seokmin.” His voice gets a little low, not on purpose, but it’s like he’s sharing a secret only the two of them know.
If Seokmin wasn’t already flushed red, Mingyu would’ve seen the heat gather in his cheeks and ears quickly, but he feels the way he squirms beneath his hands, shy and budding under such praises. “M-mingyu,” Seokmin sputters, clearly caught off guard. Mingyu meets his eyes in the mirror and Seokmin swallows shallowly, tank top sticking to delicate skin and flushed cheeks. If they were in any other setting, Mingyu would think Seokmin looked sultry, like he’s begging for—
Mingyu rips his hands off of Seokmin’s skin as if he’s been burnt. “Y-yeah, um, so,” It’s Mingyu’s turn to sputter, so caught up in the heat of the gym and Seokmin’s skin that he got lost in his head and his tongue trips over unsaid words. “Go get some water. We’ll continue with a few more presses.” Mingyu settles on, still feeling jittery in his own skin.
At least he’s not alone. Seokmin avoids his gaze and nods quickly in response.
They don’t talk about it.
—
The rest of their days working out together go smoothly and they don’t talk about it, because they don’t have to. This always happens — Mingyu will be a little too honest, Seokmin gets a little too flustered, and they let it be. They’ve always been like this. It just feels a little different than what Mingyu is used to, a little too real, and Mingyu sometimes feels like he’s going crazy. It doesn’t help that Seokmin is bulking up well and his abs have started to show. It doesn’t help that Mingyu has to watch Seokmin proudly flex in the mirror, goading Mingyu to feel his muscles up even in public, and letting Mingyu trace his hand on his abs.
But that’s— normal, isn’t it? This is who they are. They’ve always been like this. Mingyu is the one being strange, putting a dirty spin on their normal interactions. He’s probably just pent-up, between working out with Seokmin and rehearsing for their upcoming tour, he’s had no time to let out his strange frustrations.
They continue going out to eat after, sometimes a simple home cooked meal at their apartments or dinner at a fancy restaurant. It’s nice being able to wind down together, listening to Seokmin talk about everything and nothing all at once. They get to pretend to be normal for an evening, even if the day after they’ll be performing or rehearsing or travelling. It’s a bite of normalcy they can usually never afford.
Then the day of shooting finally arrives.
Mingyu feels a little sad, but overall proud. Seokmin has worked so terribly hard and he now smiles a lot wider when looking at his own body. Mingyu almost wants to boast about it, about how he helped Seokmin feel that good, and feels pleased to see his efforts of spotting and helping Seokmin pay off with his now prominent abs. It’s like he’s left a piece of himself on Seokmin in a way no one else will know, like it’s something only the two of them are aware of, even if all he did was spot the guy at the gym.
Seokmin goes back to eating regularly, eating his favourite foods and complaining about his abs shrivelling away so quickly. Mingyu tells him his stomach looks good no matter what, and that seems to shut Seokmin up most of the time. And it’s not like Seokmin isn’t still built, arms naturally big and muscles honed in from years of performing and hard work, and he still works out — just not as rigorously or frequently.
Mingyu doesn’t worry too much about how the pictures are going to turn out. He’s sure Seokmin will look handsome. He’s seen too much of Seokmin’s arms and naked chest recently, and it probably won’t be too much of a shock to him when he sees the results.
The tour starts and they begin performing sold out shows in America, and the shoot is still nestled in the back of Mingyu’s mind, even if Seokmin took the pictures weeks ago. Mingyu himself doesn’t know when the pictures or the magazine is going to be released, but Seokmin probably does. Even so, Mingyu doesn’t ask. He doesn’t want to seem eager. He’ll see them when he sees them.
They’re discussing the shoot over dinner one night, cooped up in Mingyu’s hotel room after finishing yet another hard concert. Somehow, Seokmin seems to be bursting with more energy, even after more than three hours of dancing and singing and entertaining. Mingyu is, unfortunately, similarly beaming with energy.
A mouthful of rice is stuffed in Mingyu’s mouth as he speaks, “Seokmin, seriously, they’re going to turn out so good.” Seokmin makes a disgusted face at the sounds Mingyu is making with his mouth, but he lets out a fond, grossed out chuckle anyway.
“Don’t speak while your mouth is full, it’s gross.” Seokmin complains, “I think it went really well. I’m really excited to see how the fans will react. It’s not a side I’ve ever shown of myself before, so I hope they enjoy it thoroughly.” He’s smiling to himself in that cheery way of his, so stupidly endearing that Mingyu feels sick to his stomach with the sweetness of it all.
“I can’t wait to see them either. It’s releasing soon, right? The pictures?” Mingyu asks, hoping no desperation seeps into his tone. As a safety measure, he forces another spoonful of rice into his mouth.
Seokmin nods, “Yeah. I’m a little embarrassed, though. I don’t know if this kind of… um, ‘sexy’ vibe is for me, you know.” There’s that insecurity again, nestling deep within Seokmin’s ribs, and Mingyu simply can’t have that.
“But it is! It’s so you, Seokmin. Really, a handsome, pretty guy like you shouldn’t be so self-conscious. It’s not fair to us regular guys of the world.” Mingyu chastises, shaking his head in disbelief as he swallows his rice.
“Kim Mingyu? A regular guy?” Seokmin’s laugh is loud, like he’s shocked that Mingyu would even try to imply that. His cheeks are red as he replies, “That’s funny.” He takes a sip of his half-full can of beer, holding Mingyu’s gaze as he does so. Mingyu feels a little warmer.
Mingyu leans in, teasing, “Oh, our Seokmin thinks I’m not a regular guy? You think I’m handsome, Seokminnie?” He bats his eyelashes playfully, and Seokmin looks away. His ears are burning.
“You’re always so weird.” Seokmin grumbles, “Yes, Mingyu, you are so very hot and sexy, thank you for saying I am also hot and sexy.” He’s being honest, even if his tone is entirely monotone and meant to be taken ironically. He takes another quick sip of his beer like that’ll calm his shyness.
There’s something nagging his chest, eager and needy and pleased, and Mingyu breaks out in a wide smile. It hurts his cheeks.
The rest of the night is spent with quiet laughter and flushed cheeks. Mingyu continues to tease Seokmin about the pictures, lighthearted and silly, and Seokmin keeps squirming under his attention. It’s addicting.
—
Mingyu is so fucked.
He’s seen them. The pictures. They’ve released. What the fuck is wrong with Seokmin? How is he meant to continue on this tour like a normal person, with these images seared at the back of his mind?
Mingyu has seen Seokmin naked plenty of times. They grew up together and they were young and stupid and they’ve become accustomed to the sight of each others bodies. There’s no reason for Mingyu to feel this way, especially over Seokmin being barely half naked. That’s his best friend. He knows how his body looks, has touched him and felt him up, but like this? Posed so… something. Mingyu tries to find the word but it dies in the fizzle of his brain.
Kind, gentle Seokmin. Always patient. Always understanding. Shoulder showing, bare chest, sultry look at the camera. Mingyu’s face feels warm. He grips his phone and he fears he’s about to break it. He’s breathing so heavily. It’s pathetic. But he’s never seen Seokmin’s body like this, like it’s on display and ready for the taking. And it’s not just one single picture, it’s multiple, all with the same vibe. Seokmin looks perfectly fucked out in each one, stomach tanned and toned, eyes glassy and needy.
Mingyu can’t possibly look at Seokmin the same again. It’s not like he didn’t know Seokmin was sexy, unbearably so, but Seokmin oozes a confidence here that Mingyu’s never seen on him. And he helped him feel that way, even if it wasn’t a lot, Mingyu still contributed to that glow. He feels sick. He wants to touch Seokmin. Wants to feel what his stomach’s like now, feel up his arms and put a hand at the back of his neck and—
Mingyu is so fucked.
—
So, maybe Mingyu starts avoiding Seokmin.
It’s not necessarily a conscious effort. Mingyu feels almost guilty about it, but it hurts to look at Seokmin now. His stomach drops everytime they make eye contact, and his face starts burning like he’s about to puke, and if he stares for too long and Seokmin smiles at him then Mingyu’s palms start sweating and his cheeks start hurting too. Everytime he looks at Seokmin all he can think about is what’s under his clothing, the body that’s there, the body that he’s touched and felt before. He hates seeing Seokmin in such a different light — he feels dirty for it, for thinking of his friend in such a way, but Mingyu is only a man. He’s always thought Seokmin was beautiful, always liked touching him and holding his hand and leaning his head on his shoulder, but now it feels so overwhelming to think about.
And maybe Seokmin’s noticed. It only hurts Mingyu more, seeing how Seokmin tries trailing behind him in concert and Mingyu can only speed-walk away, and how his smile falters whenever Mingyu doesn’t meet his gaze. It’s like everyone else has noticed, too. Seungkwan gives Mingyu dirty looks and he’s convinced Seungcheol is going to pull him aside soon enough to talk about it. But it’s not Mingyu’s fault that Seokmin is sexy and Mingyu is terrified of what it says about him for liking it so much.
Avoiding Seokmin is very difficult, it turns out. He’s stubborn in the worst and best way. Mingyu finds that out for himself when, after another very exhausting concert, he opens his hotel room door to find Seokmin standing right outside it.
Seokmin looks grumpy. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes a little wet from unshed tears and a pout that looks carved into his face from how deep it’s set. The guilt hits Mingyu like a truck and it almost convinces him to not slam the door on his face. Keyword: almost. He moves to shut it but Seokmin wedges his foot between the door and the frame and yelps in pain when it hits. Instinctively, Mingyu throws the door open and gulps down an apology. He opens and closes his mouth, trying to think of something to say, but Seokmin is already pushing him back into his room and shutting the door behind him.
Mingyu’s too startled to say or do anything. Sure, he knows Seokmin can be sensitive and insecure, prone to asking for reassurance and quick to cry at any sign of love or hate, but he’s never seen Seokmin like this. Well, scratch that, he has. Mingyu and Seokmin have fought many times before for many different reasons, but it still stands that Mingyu doesn’t want to fight and he knows exactly why Seokmin is here.
It’s why he cringes the minute Seokmin says, “What is your deal?” He hisses it out, crowding up against Mingyu. Mingyu’s back hits the wall and he has nowhere to go, and Seokmin is staring him down like he’s going to eat him alive. Mingyu tries not to flush too hard.
“What?” Mingyu plays dumb. It’s the worst way to play, because Seokmin knows Mingyu like his own breath.
“Mingyu.” Seokmin breathes out, sounding a lot more sad than angry now. “You know what. Why do you keep avoiding me? You don’t even go out to eat with me anymore.” Mingyu’s heart hurts from picturing Seokmin, eating alone and waiting for a Mingyu who never shows up.
“It’s— Its not you,” Mingyu starts, and what a terrible way to start. It’s cliche and overused and it’s not even really true. It is Seokmin that’s pushed Mingyu away, but not in the way Seokmin thinks. “You, um, well…” How does he even explain this? Should he explain this? He takes a deep breath, and Seokmin is patient through it all. “I’m not trying to avoid you on purpose, Seokmin, I just… I’m dealing with some personal issues.” That works, doesn’t it?
“Bullshit.” Nevermind. “If you want to deal with your feelings on your own, then fine, but you don’t have to pretend I don’t exist. And you don’t have to not talk to me about it. You know I’m here for you, why pretend I’m not?” Seokmin is so kind about this perceived issue of Mingyu’s, and Mingyu’s cheeks only get redder.
“I-I know you are but— that’s the problem,” Mingyu mumbles. Seokmin raises an eyebrow, worried. “Like I can’t tell you about it because it’s embarrassing.” He shouldn’t tell him this, really, because it’ll ruin their friendship forever. Seokmin will think he’s gross and be uncomfortable around him for the rest of his life.
“Mingyu, we’ve been friends for like a decade. I thought we moved past the whole ‘not telling eachother embarrassing things’ stage. You can still tell me, especially if you feel that way because of me.” Seokmin words are so genuine. He’s not smiling but there’s a trace of it pulling at his lips as he looks at Mingyu. Mingyu deflates in on himself, feeling small and conflicted.
“It’s your Allure shoot.” Mingyu blurts out.
Seokmin is silent for a minute. “What?”
“It— you, well, you know. The pictures. Of you. With your— your, um, chest out. And stuff. And your shoulders. And the way you looked just in general. You looked really good but like, really good, and it felt weird and I didn’t know what to do because I think all of you look good in your own unique ways but you looked so good in a way that made me feel funny and strange and I noticed that I kept feeling that way everytime I looked at you and now that I think about it maybe I always felt that way about you and now I’m just realising it but it really scared me and I felt gross that I thought you looked really good and I’m sorry but I can’t help it and. Like, yeah.” Mingyu sputters it all out in one huge word vomit, lifting the metaphorical weight off of his chest as he heaves a deep sigh. He can’t look at Seokmin. He knows he’ll find disgust there.
There’s multiple beats of silence. It’s deafening. Mingyu shuffles his feet awkwardly as he pictures all his years dedicated to this career going down the drain. He’ll probably have to resign soon. Maybe next week? Tomorrow, even? There’s a harsh chuckle before Mingyu can continue moping. “Is that really what you’re getting all in your head over?” Seokmin asks. It’s not mean, exactly, but it is incredulous.
“Well, yeah.” Mingyu grumbles, feeling the need to defend his emotions. “Like you were hot, Seokmin.”
“You think so?” If Mingyu wasn’t so nervous right now, he’d think Seokmin sounded giddy.
“Are you stupid? Of course you were hot. I never saw you like that before and you did it so proudly, it made me— I don’t know. Feel things . I guess.” Mingyu mumbles.
“Mingyu,” Seokmin says, seriously. Mingyu looks up at him, finally, and they make eye contact. Seokmin eyes are sharper than usual, ears red from praise, and his hand reaches out for Mingyu’s. Seokmin guides Mingyu’s hand to rest on his neck, and he leans closer to him. Mingyu tries to lean his head away from him but he has nowhere to go, and he can feel the muscles in Seokmin’s neck moving beneath his palm. “You don’t have to feel bad for finding me hot.” His voice is low. He’s never heard Seokmin like this. He’s always playful and joking and light, never heavy and thick and wanting.
Mingyu gulps. He likes this Seokmin a little too much. His hand squeezes the back of Seokmin’s neck, rubbing down to trace over his collarbone and then his shoulder, appreciating the muscle he still finds there. “Really?” He murmurs, just to give him a response. Seokmin’s eyes flicker down to Mingyu’s lips and Mingyu licks them instinctively.
“Yeah.” Seokmin reaches his other hand out to lightly press against Mingyu’s waist. His body naturally responds kindly to Seokmin’s touch, arching into him. “Don’t avoid me, though. You could’ve told me sooner.” Even like this, he manages to pout and act cute.
“I was scared…” Mingyu mumbles, a little sweaty under all the heady attention Seokmin pays him. He should’ve known Seokmin would’ve loved knowing Mingyu found him so attractive, should’ve known the praise would go to his head quick.
Seokmin hums in response, like he appreciates Mingyu’s words. “I know. But I like that you like me so much, it’s endearing. If not a little pathetic.” He teases. Mingyu squirms a little too hard. He likes hearing Seokmin say that a little too much and of course he notices. He raises his eyebrows in question and Mingyu looks away.
“If I’d known you would’ve acted like this I wouldn’t have said anything at all.” Mingyu huffs, embarrassed.
Seokmin laughs, that loud and unabashed thing, “What am I acting like, huh?” And Mingyu thinks he sounds delectable. He wants to fall to his knees instead of continuing this conversation, but he braves it and pulls through.
“All cocky and arrogant. It’s not a good look on you, Seokminnie. You get your nipples out once and think you’re God’s gift.” Mingyu feels defensive, prickly, like he has to defend himself for feeling so hot and bothered over his objectively attractive bandmate.
Then Seokmin’s hand starts trailing down from Mingyu’s waist, and Mingyu shudders at the light touch. Seokmin’s hand goes up Mingyu’s shirt and presses against his bare stomach, cold hand on heated skin, and he hums like he’s thinking. “I don’t know, Mingyu. I think you like it. Don’t you think I’m handsome?” Seokmin’s pouting a little, clearly trying to tease him, yet Mingyu’s cock twitches. What the fuck is he doing. Seokmin, cute and playful and sexy . This is sick. This is unfair.
“Well— duh, of course I do, Seokmin. You’re my friend.” Mingyu argues.
“You don’t just find me handsome though, do you?” Seokmin asks, seeming genuinely curious, if not a little mocking. His hand is caressing Mingyu’s stomach, making it difficult to think.
Mingyu crumbles. A little. He’s no better than a man. “You really were gorgeous, Seokminnie. You don’t have to torture me like this, it’s cruel. You looked so good, and now you’re— touching me like this, and you think I can be normal about it.” He hisses, frustrated and pants tight. Seokmin moves closer, absolutely no space between them. His eyes look like they’re analysing every part of Mingyu — he feels completely and utterly exposed, subject to Seokmin’s scrutiny and gaze.
Seokmin’s smile breaks out, so genuine and light, and Mingyu’s stomach only drops lower. “It’s okay. I don’t think you’re normal about anything anyway.” He says, kind and innocent, and then his hand slips beneath Mingyu’s waist band. His fingers wrap coyly around Mingyu’s cock. Mingyu’s moan comes out brokenly, quiet and ashamed. “Are you actually hard right now?” Seokmin sounds incredulous, like he’s genuinely shocked Mingyu would get aroused over his gorgeous best friend essentially pinning him up against the wall and touching him.
The incredulity in Seokmin’s tone is humiliating. It’s embarrassing. Mingyu only burns hotter, “As if that’s my fault.” He grumbles. Seokmin seems so utterly pleased that he has this effect on Mingyu, smile wide and leaning close, finally kissing him.
Mingyu is familiar with Seokmin’s lips, at least objectively. He’s felt them against his cheek and shoulder and hand. Seokmin is an easy kisser; love pours out of every crevice of his body, every word he says is filled with affection and his body constantly aches to show his love in some real, tangible way. And they may have kissed on the lips — awkwardly, Mingyu might add — as bumbling teenagers figuring out their place in the world as friends. And it was probably not just ‘helping your friend understand his sexuality’ and more ‘wanting to kiss your friend because you’re kind of in love with him’. But this is completely different. This is a kiss of pure want, of being adult and mature and needy. Mingyu almost wants to cry at the beauty of it all, like this one lustful kiss he and Seokmin share is a testament to how well Seokmin has grown as a person.
Instead of saying all of that, of saying anything at all, he kisses Seokmin back. His lips fit against Seokmin’s perfectly, almost too perfectly, just like the rest of them. He uses his hand still on Seokmin’s shoulder to goad him closer and he obliges. Mingyu throws both arms around Seokmin’s neck, wanting to become one with him. Seokmin hums his approval against Mingyu’s lips.
Seokmin pulls back and Mingyu full on whines, immediately trying to chase after his lips like a dog whose had a treat ripped away. Seokmin barks out a laugh and Mingyu leans his head away, hitting the back of the wall as embarrassment crawls up his neck. “I don’t want to just jerk you off against the wall, Mingyu,” Seokmin says, still amused.
“What? Oh, okay.” Mingyu agrees too quickly, ready for whatever. “Sure. Right.”
Seokmin raises an eyebrow at him and Mingyu flushes, pushing Seokmin who yelps and giggles until he falls back into Mingyu’s hotel bed. Mingyu straddles Seokmin, thighs caging his, and he sighs in relief over establishing at least some dominance. Seokmin’s hands are greedy, gripping at Mingyu’s hips and trailing back up his waist and sides.
“Seokminnie, I wanna fuck you.” Mingyu confesses, breath heavy as he leans over Seokmin. Like this, he can watch as his ears burn and it’s delightful .
Seokmin seems to be energised by that simple phrase, flipping them over so Mingyu’s back hits the bed instead and Seokmin can lean over him. Mingyu feels a little disoriented and dizzy, but then Seokmin starts grinding his hips down against Mingyu’s and he moans. His body responds in kind, rolling up to meet Seokmin as he lets out his own little grunts. “Good. Make sure you fuck me properly.” Seokmin chastises, purposefully riling Mingyu up. Mingyu nods eagerly, quickly, and Seokmin giggles at him. “You really want this, don’t you? Want me.” He clarified.
Mingyu let’s his hands drift down from the small of Seokmin’s back down to his ass and he squeezes the clothed flesh there. Seokmin’s grinding stutters for a minute as he lets out a harsh pant. “Yes, fuck , I do. Want you so bad.” His throat feels thick and heavy with unsaid confessions.
Seokmin’s smile breaks out so easily at those words, and he reaches down to let Mingyu’s cock out of his pants properly. It’s a little awkward trying to shuffle his pants and underwear down while he’s trapped to the bed by Seokmin’s thighs — oh god his thighs — but they work it out. They always do.
Unfortunately, Seokmin is quick to lay beside Mingyu, getting off of him. Mingyu makes a confused, sad noise, already missing the reassuring weight of Seokmin’s body resting on his. Seokmin, instead, gets comfortable against Mingyu’s shoulder, urging him to open up his arm and let him rest his head on his bicep. Mingyu follows along blindly as Seokmin snuggles up against his side, smelling of baby powder and vanilla and sweat, before Seokmin is grabbing Mingyu’s neglected cock harshly. Mingyu whines.
“Sorry. I wanted to look at you while I played with you, real close and personal.” Seokmin explains, purely objective. He spits into his own hand and Mingyu squeaks while Seokmin uses his spit slicked hand to tease Mingyu’s tip. “You don’t mind me doing this first, right?” He asks.
Mingyu shakes his head, dazed, “Do whatever you want.”
Seokmin smiles, genuinely happy. “I wanted to mess with you first. This is the first time I get to explore your body properly, so I kind of want to see how far I can push you for now.” Mingyu gulps. Why does Seokmin have such a method to this? Has he planned this? It all goes unsaid, but he’s sure Seokmin reads his thoughts because he giggles to himself. “Your dick’s so cute, Mingoo.” He coos, and Mingyu leaks pathetically. His cock is practically weeping.
“F-fuck,” Mingyu stutters out, embarrassed, his hand clutching at Seokmin’s back. Seokmin seems to be radiating joy.
“You’re so easy,” Seokmin says, mostly to himself, and Mingyu feels a little too aroused at how Seokmin is essentially using his body as if Mingyu isn’t even here. “And bigger than I thought.” As if to emphasise his point, Seokmin squeezes the base of Mingyu’s cock as he groans. His hips buck up into Seokmin’s tight fist.
Seokmin has good technique, is what Mingyu unfortunately finds out. Seokmin focuses mostly on Mingyu’s tip, discovering it pulls the most sounds out of Mingyu, and twists his hand around it repeatedly before stroking base-to-tip a couple times before going back again. It’s torturous. Mingyu has somehow ended up leaning on Seokmin for support, mouth against Seokmin’s head as he whimpers and whines. He’s never felt so gone over a handjob before.
Seokmin pushes Mingyu’s shirt up until it rests just over the top of his chest. He nuzzles against Mingyu’s breast, playing with his cock languidly and watching as it weeps pre-cum against his bare, toned and tanned stomach. Seokmin uses his palm to press Mingyu’s cock against his stomach and he squirms and whimpers, hips stuttering at the sensitive feeling. Seokmin sighs wistfully, “Your body is so good, Mingyu. Eager and responsive. Pretty, too. You could fuck me good, huh?” He speaks to himself and Mingyu gulps, but he nods desperately and affirms him.
“Yeah, yeah . I could.” And Seokmin starts kissing against Mingyu’s neck and his brain fills with cotton. He can’t stop making noises at every little thing Seokmin does, whining and whimpering and desperate. Seokmin presses wet and open mouthed kisses against Mingyu’s neck as his hand twists just right on his tip. The pleasure hurts, and his thighs automatically try to close themselves at the overstimulation. Seokmin’s quick to rip them apart, making some disapproving noise before returning his hand back to his rightful place on Mingyu’s cock.
Seokmin’s hand drifts from Mingyu’s cock, and Mingyu makes some worried noise, like he’ll die without Seokmin’s hand on him. Seokmin tuts, trailing down to Mingyu’s perineum and rubbing insistently. The reaction is immediate, Mingyu’s body arching to the touch as he lets out a keen “H-hyung,” It comes out harsh, rushed, and he would feel embarrassed if his cock wasn’t jumping from the pleasure Seokmin is offering him so perfectly. “Hyung, hyung,” He cries. “Seokmin-hyung.”
It seems to just spur Seokmin on, and he almost purrs , “So delightful for me, Mingyu.” He can’t help his laugh, the bright sound so contrary to his low words. “My dongsaeng.” He teases. And it’s— it’s ridiculous . They’re basically the same age. Only a few months apart, to the point that it doesn’t really matter. Even so, it feels really fucking good to call Seokmin his hyung, even if he’s not really his hyung. He’ll overthink it later when he’s not on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm.
He lets up, hand going back to wrap delicately around Mingyu’s cock and stroking it casually, the slide overly wet and sticky. Seokmin presses appreciative kisses against Mingyu’s neck, palm kind and forgiving on Mingyu’s dick.
“Seokmin-hyung,” Mingyu whines.
“Hm?” Seokmin questions, purposefully twisting a little harder at Mingyu’s wet tip.
“Let, ah, me touch you, too,” Mingyu complains, using his only free hand to blindly reach for the general vicinity of Seokmin’s dick. “Not fair. Wanna suck you off.”
Seokmin pulls his head back to look at Mingyu properly, and he must feel content with whatever he found in Mingyu’s expression, because he nods and pushes off of Mingyu. Mingyu tries not to complain about his departure, but then Seokmin is shuffling up the bed to rest against the headboard and Mingyu basically crawls after him, seeking desperate approval. Mingyu takes off his shirt, stomach sticky and sweat making it damp and uncomfortable to wear, his pants and underwear following. He hovers over Seokmin, not even bothering to make eye contact as he stares right at Seokmin’s crotch. If he did look at Seokmin’s face now, he’d see him rolling his eyes. It’s a pathetic image: Mingyu, fully naked and eager, and Seokmin, fully clothed and teasing.
Mingyu almost starts pawing at Seokmin’s pants himself but Seokmin beats him to it, grabbing his pants and underwear in one go and taking them off swiftly. He leans back against the pillow and looks expectedly at Mingyu, his thighs opening wide and welcoming for Mingyu. Seokmin is trying to act calm and collected, but his cheeks are flushed and he’s panting and there’s a slight tremor running under his skin, and Mingyu only wants him more .
Mingyu nuzzles his head against Seokmin’s thick, tanned thighs, kissing against the damp skin there. Mingyu hums, hands roaming against the skin that’s bared to him, pressing against hipbones and tracing his defined V-line. Like this, Mingyu is able to push Seokmin’s shirt up enough to see his beautiful stomach. The abs he had in his shoot are gone by now, and instead it’s smooth and soft and Mingyu greedily sinks his hands in, pressing against his stomach. Seokmin makes some strangled noise, grumbling about Mingyu getting on with it.
Solemnly, Mingyu rubs against where Seokmin’s happy trail would be. Curse this tour and curse this company. He’ll just have to ask Seokmin if they can fuck again, when it’s not in some luxury hotel room while they’re touring and their friends are on the same floor. Seokmin is completely unaware of Mingyu’s misery, just shuffling his hips and pouting, dick hard and twitching. Mingyu takes it in his hand, tugging him a few times as Seokmin sighs and moans, settling down as he finally gets some stimulation. Poor, neglected Seokmin.
Hooking his hands beneath Seokmin’s hips, Mingyu leans his head down and wraps his lips around the tip of Seokmin’s cock. Seokmin groans, a quiet thing, as Mingyu sinks a little further down, tongue pressing against the underside of his dick. Seokmin’s cock fits Mingyu’s mouth perfectly, the weight of it pleasant and causing a buzz in Mingyu’s head. He sloppily licks up the side of it before sinking back down again, bobbing up and down. Seokmin’s thighs tighten around Mingyu’s head while he shudders and moans, hand coming down to loosely play with Mingyu’s hair in kind. Mingyu groans, his own dick leaning against the sheets as he offers himself to Seokmin.
Seokmin falls apart beautifully on Mingyu’s tongue, cursing out praises and only gently rocking into his mouth. Mingyu could stay here forever, warming Seokmin’s cock for him and watching how pleasure overtakes him. Mingyu watches him carefully, holding eye contact with Seokmin as he sucks particularly hard on his tip and Seokmin whimpers, fucking up into his warm mouth. Mingyu goes willingly. “Mingyu, so good, so good …” Seokmin mumbles out, skin running hot as he throws his head back against the pillow.
For a moment, Mingyu pulls off, kissing up his length. “You taste so good,” His voice sounds a little raw from using it, but he sounds completely sincere. “Should’ve asked you to let me do this ages ago.” He mutters before taking him in his mouth again and Seokmin moans loud .
“Can’t believe you’d let me use your mouth like this,” Seokmin laughs, though there’s no amusement behind it and it’s far too breathy from how arousal courses through his veins. “You’re taking me so well—“ He cuts himself off with a whine as Mingyu hollows his cheeks around him. Mingyu uses his grip on Seokmin’s hips to basically force him to fuck into his mouth, and Seokmin moans long and drawn-out. Spit is dribbling down all around Mingyu’s mouth and tears are gathering in his eyes, but he stays looking at Seokmin with that pathetic, eager expression. Suddenly, Mingyu pulls off of him. A little dazed, Seokmin questions, “H-huh?” He blinks a little hard, trying to bring his eyes back into focus.
“I don’t want you to finish in my mouth right now. Maybe another time. Right now I really want to fuck you and make you cum on my cock. Is that okay?” Mingyu asks, a little too honest, wiping the spit from his mouth as he pants and looks at Seokmin pleadingly.
Mingyu is sickeningly sweet. “Fuck, yes, that’s absolutely okay.” Seokmin replies, then desperately tries to grab the back of Mingyu’s neck. Confused and obedient, he shuffles closer until their hips press against one another, and then Seokmin pulls him down for a sloppy, unco-ordinated kiss. Seokmin moans into it and Mingyu grinds his wet, hard dick against Seokmin. The friction is delicious, and Seokmin needs Mingyu inside him now. He says as much.
Mingyu’s face burns, but he nods before reaching over to the bedside drawer, opening it and reaching inside.
Seokmin can’t help but laugh, “Did you really think you were gonna fuck on tour?”
“I’m about to fuck you now, aren’t I?” Mingyu retorts, and Seokmin flushes. “I always come prepared. What if one of you guys needed it? It’s called organisation, Seokminnie.” He tuts, pulling out a travel-sized bottle of lube and squirting some into his hands.
“It’s Seokmin-hyung, actually.” Seokmin teases, legs wrapping around Mingyu’s hips to pull him closer.
Mingyu grumbles, “Shut up. Don’t use my moment of weakness against me.” He says, warning the lube up inbetween his fingers before he starts circling Seokmin’s rim. Immediately he clenches, stuttering a quiet moan out.
“You were just too cute, Mingoo.” Seokmin says, words airy and light as Mingyu’s finger finally breaches him. He lets out a whine the whole time Mingyu slides in, trying desperately to relax around him.
Rubbing soothingly into Seokmin’s hips, Mingyu comforts, “Shh, it’s okay, Seokmin-hyung. Open up for me.” His voice is a low rumble and he’s leaning over Seokmin, pressing his finger in deeper until he’s knuckle-deep. Mingyu’s fingers aren’t as long as Seokmin’s, but they are thicker and open Seokmin up well for Mingyu’s heavy girth. Seokmin is breathing heavily, occasionally clenching around Mingyu’s finger as he adjusts. Mingyu, ever so patient, waits for him to be okay.
After a few moments, Seokmin nods, “I’m fine, just— move .” He hisses the demand and Mingyu tries to ignore how his dick twitches at it. Mingyu obliges, pouring a little more lube on his finger before pulling it out and fucking it back into him. Seokmin moans now, clearly pleased at the feeling. “Put another one in,” He pants, already greedy, but Mingyu can’t deny him.
Mingyu continues opening Seokmin up with his fingers, going all the way up to four just to be safe. Really, he just wanted to see Seokmin fall apart on his fingers, too. Seokmin makes the most gorgeous of noises, high pitch and whiny, and at times it sounds like he’s crying. He complains and demands and Mingyu loves it too much, cock hard and weeping against Seokmin’s.
Finally, he pulls all his fingers out.
“Seokmin-hyung, I-I need to fuck you,” Mingyu tumbles over his words. Pleasure-driven and fucked out, his lisp is more prominent.
“Get on with it then.” Seokmin grumbles, but his hole is twitching and wet and open for Mingyu either way. Mingyu nods eagerly.
“Okay, but, um,” Mingyu pauses, “I can fuck you raw, right? That’s okay?” If he didn’t have a death grip on Seokmin’s hips right now he’d probably be twiddling his thumbs from nerves.
Seokmin sighs, exasperatedly fond, “Yes, Mingyu.” They get tested regularly as per their contract. It’s weird if not a little invasive, but Mingyu supposes it makes fucking your bandmates raw a little easier.
“Good. Because I don’t have any condoms.” Mingyu adds on tackily. Seokmin gawks at him but then Mingyu is grabbing his cock and guiding it to Seokmin’s hole, so Seokmin just lets him continue. He’ll prod about it later.
Lining up his cock with Seokmin’s hole, Mingyu pushes in easily. Seokmin opens up so well for him, body willing and compliant as he moans. He’s tight and warm, taking all of him so greedily. While Mingyu is trying to sheathe himself inside of Seokmin, Seokmin wraps his arms around Mingyu’s neck and pulls him down so they can share the same breath. Mingyu might cum right now, with Seokmin kissing his lips weakly and Seokmin’s hole tightly hugging his cock.
As he bottoms out, he lets out a whimper and grunts into Seokmin’s mouth. “Seokmin-hyung, I-I’m really going to cum, I can’t—“ He huffs, hands digging into Seokmin’s hips pathetically for some semblance of control.
Seokmin clenches around Mingyu tightly then, “You can’t even fuck me properly, Mingyu,” He complains and Mingyu lets out a sob, apologising.
“I’m sorry, Seokmin-hyung, I’m sorry, I’ll keep going.” Mingyu throbs inside of Seokmin, pulling out before thrusting back inside of him. They both moan and Mingyu doesn’t feel so overwhelmed now — even if Seokmin is tight and warm and hugging Mingyu’s cock deliciously — and thrusts a little harder. He gradually works up to a moderate pace, fucking into Seokmin with slow but deep thrusts. “Seokmin-hyung, can you… can you take your shirt off?” Mingyu asks hesitantly, trying not to sound too needy and failing in the process.
Seokmin looks quizzical, “Huh? Why?” But he moves to take his shirt off anyway, throwing it away to some other part of Mingyu’s room. Mingyu looks like the cat who got the cream, one of his hands rubbing over Seokmin’s bare stomach and chest.
“Nothing in particular. Just wanna see all of you.” He speaks so sincerely, but he stops sounding so innocent when he gropes one of Seokmin’s breasts. Mingyu smiles to himself and Seokmin feels so wanted it makes his head dizzy. “You’re so pretty, Seokmin-hyung,” Mingyu moans, speeding up inside of him. His thrusts make the headboard hit the wall and he feels bad for whichever one of their members sleeps in the room next to him, but he can’t really think too hard about that when Seokmin is mumbling praises and his thighs are tightening around Mingyu. There’s the sound of skin-hitting-skin which is drowned out by Seokmin’s high pitched cries and Mingyu’s moans.
Mingyu nuzzles his head against Seokmin’s chest, thumbnail rubbing against Seokmin’s nipple as he sloppily grinds into him. That seems to get Seokmin bad, shuddering and cock leaking, “Fuck, Mingyu,” Seokmin gasps, “You’re so big. Inside me. So deep,” He babbles, reaching his own hand down to his stomach and pressing down like he’s trying to feel Mingyu’s cock in him. Seokmin whines loud, rocking down on Mingyu’s dick, “Oh my god—“ He keeps rolling down onto Mingyu, using his cock to get himself off as he must’ve found his prostate inbetween his messy thrusts.
“Seokmin-hyung,” Mingyu whines, basically humping inside of him. He leans back up, pulls out of Seokmin, and grabs him by his sides before manhandling onto his stomach. Seokmin has no time to react before Mingyu is plunging back inside, thrusts hard and rough as he holds his hips down to fuck into him properly.
Seokmin’s moans get punched out of his throat in a constant stream of ‘ ah-ah-ah’ s, not even able to slip out any praises as Mingyu fucks him desperately.
Mingyu leans his head down and kisses Seokmin’s shoulder tenderly, a direct contrast to the brutal way he thrusts inside of him, “Feel so fucking good, hyung,” He pants out, hand grabbing one of Seokmin’s asscheeks and fondling it properly. “Want you to feel good,” He says, kissing open mouthed kisses up Seokmin’s neck. Seokmin is drooling against the sheets, hands uselessly laying by his sides as they try and grip for some stability. The bed is rocking obscenely, and anyone on this floor can probably tell what’s happening, between the sound of the bed squeaking and Seokmin’s high pitched cries.
“You— ah, Mingyu— you’re so good,” Seokmin praises, “Finally good at something,” He can’t help but mock. Mingyu whimpers and rolls his hips as arousal only hits him harder. “Should get you to just fuck me all the time, make some proper use out of you,” Seokmin mumbles and Mingyu moans wholeheartedly.
“Seokmin-hyung, I’m gonna cum, really,” Mingyu almost sounds apologetic, “Please cum with me, please,” He sounds like he’s crying.
Seokmin has no choice, dick trapped between his body and the sheets, friction furthering his pleasure as Mingyu relentlessly pounds into his prostate. He feels so full. Mingyu is lodged deep inside of him, carving out a place that only he can fill. He’s ruined for anyone else. “Mingyu—“ Seokmin gasps out before he’s cumming, hole tightening around Mingyu’s cock as it tries to milk him. Mingyu whines before he’s cumming, too, unloading inside of him as he twitches.
Seokmin’s covered in his own cum as he shakes, body overwhelmed by pleasure and orgasm. Mingyu makes no move to pull out, instead laying on top of Seokmin and wrapping his arms lazily around him.
“Mingyu,” Seokmin grumbles, “Get up,” and Mingyu obeys, not without a few complaints. Mingyu, sadly, pulls out of Seokmin. Seokmin can’t help the whimper as his body feels so empty now, and Mingyu tries using his fingers to stuff his cum back into Seokmin. Seokmin moans, hole sensitive and overstimulated, but enjoying it a little more than he should. He musters all the strength he can to roll over onto his back and opens his arms for Mingyu. Mingyu immediately falls into him, even if Seokmin’s stomach is sticky and wet and gross. They can worry about it later.
Mingyu hums, “Thank you, Seokmin,” and Seokmin makes some confused noise.
“Huh? For what?” Seokmin is using his fingernail to draw shapes on Mingyu’s back, lazy and casual and affectionate.
“Letting me fuck you,” Mingyu sounds embarrassed, still. “I don’t know where this all came from.”
Seokmin tuts, “I wanted it, too. If anything I’m glad you thought I was so sexy just from a simple photoshoot that you just had to come fuck me.”
Mingyu flushes red and nuzzles his head into Seokmin’s neck, “Still. I think I always wanted you, and now I don’t know what to do. It feels daunting.” His words are a little muffled but Seokmin can still understand him well.
“That’s okay,” Seokmin says, voice reassuring as always. Ah, kind and patient Seokmin. How could Mingyu have never seen this coming. “We can figure it all out, there’s no need to understand it all immediately. As long as you keep fucking me.”
Mingyu’s laugh bubbles out of him, “Okay. I’ll try.”
Their conversation dies down and Mingyu is quick to fall asleep. Seokmin stays up a little later, trying to rub dried cum off of himself with the sheets. He’s so tired that he eventually succumbs to his exhaustion, Mingyu in his arms and head on his.