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it’s not often, but yunho sometimes thinks that mingi gets a little too touchy.
he’ll cling onto yunho like he’ll die if he lets go: by the arm, by the leg, by the waist. he’ll claw at yunho’s back like he’s about to lose his soul and yunho is the only thing keeping him from floating. he pets yunho almost like a dog, running his fingers through his hair any chance he gets. he gives him kisses even when yunho doesn’t ask for them.
and yunho enjoys all these things. he’d even argue that he reciprocates more often than not, wrapping his own arms around mingi and pressing soft kisses right back.
it only gets a little much when mingi has him like this.
he’s on his stomach, shirt hiked up and completely bottomless. mingi is kneeling behind him on the bed, sitting between his legs, which are propped up on mingi’s thighs. he’s using his pudeongie as a pillow, fisting the sheets, as mingi runs his knuckles down the curve of yunho’s spine. he arches into mingi’s touch, humming pleasurably. he hears mingi chuckle softly.
“you’ve always been so sensitive.” mingi murmurs. yunho scoffs.
“i’m just ticklish.” he huffs. mingi laughs again, this time running his hands down yunho’s sides. yunho shudders.
“you are,” mingi confirms, “but that doesn’t change anything about what i said.”
mingi moves his hands to yunho’s thighs and traces small shapes onto his skin, dragging his fingertips closer to yunho’s ass as he does. yunho can feel muscles involuntarily flex, back arching once again, and he whimpers quietly.
“you’re not.. any better…” yunho says breathlessly, completely bitter. he squeezes his eyes shut. he’s not wrong; it really only takes a couple minutes for yunho to turn mingi into a mess himself, but he’s always found it difficult when mingi decides to return the favor.
not that he doesn’t enjoy it or anything, but he doesn’t like that mingi knows it.
mingi merely chuckles again behind him, choosing not to respond, as he cups yunho’s ass cheeks and slowly spreads him. he presses his thumb pad against yunho’s hole, and spits. yunho moans softly, feeling the spit run down his balls and cooling rapidly, as he arches his back further and pushes his ass back against mingi’s thumb. he feels the hot shame flash through him, as he pulls the sheets and digs his teeth into his bottom lip. it’s super embarrassing to let go like this.
“it’s so cute when you pretend you don’t enjoy this,” mingi pushes his thumb inside, and yunho gasps quietly, “you act like you hate it, but you arch into it every single time.”
and mingi just loves to make it hard for him.
yunho whimpers quietly as mingi removes his thumb and instead replaces it with his pointer and middle finger. he spits once again for lubricant, sinking into yunho down to the knuckle. yunho keens, pushing his ass back and attempting to fuck himself onto mingi’s fingers.
“aw, such a desperate puppy,” mingi coos mockingly, “come here.”
he wraps his arm around yunho’s middle and hikes him upwards, and suddenly yunho is on all fours. yunho yelps embarrassingly, but stays on his knees, head hanging down in shame. he stares hard at pudeongie, refusing to look anywhere near where mingi is.
mingi’s fingers are still thrusting into him, punching little gasps out of yunho’s throat. yunho feels hot. he wants to cover his mouth to keep the noises from leaving him, but he was too worried for how mingi might react.
it’s then that mingi curls his fingers downward, directly into his prostate, and yunho full out moans. he feels his face burning, while mingi continues to abuse that spot, pressing little kisses into yunho’s cheeks.
“oh.. god…” yunho whines, fisting the sheets even harder. his knees start slipping, legs spreading even wider, back arching again. his cock hangs miserably, drooling out pre-cum into a puddle beneath him, red hot and burning. mingi sinks his teeth into yunho’s skin, and yunho whines again.
he’s just getting used to the stretch and is expecting another finger, when mingi pulls out completely and removes his teeth from yunho as well. he makes a confused noise. all he gets in response is a low giggle.
he feels mingi’s hands spread him apart again, his hot breath hitting yunho’s hole directly. he hears mingi panting, and his heart jumps up into his throat.
“.. wait, what.. what are you..?” yunho lifts his head, turning to look at mingi directly. they make eye contact and yunho feels his stomach flip.
“wait.. no, princess,” yunho’s eyes blow wide as he realizes what mingi is plotting, “mingi.. no! wait-!”
his pleas are met on deaf ears, though. mingi laughs breathlessly before leaning in and licking a fat stripe over yunho’s hole.
yunho practically squeals, trying to squirm away, but mingi wraps his arm around yunho’s thighs, holding him in place. yunho whines loudly, wiggling awkwardly. it only seems to spurs mingi on more, though, as he continues lapping at yunho’s asshole as if he’s the thirstiest man alive.
they’ve never done this before, and yunho feels weird. mingi’s breath is hot against him, and he shivers involuntarily. it’s too much, too good, and yunho panics.
he quickly throws an arm back, threading his fingers into mingi’s hair, and yanking. hard. mingi yelps, but lets himself be removed, tongue still hanging out slightly. yunho refuses to acknowledge the string of saliva connected to the tip of his tongue, nor the fact that mingi’s pupils are so blown out his eyes look black. yunho is so embarrassed, face hotter than ever before.
“that was.. so.. gross!” yunho barks, hot shame still flooding him. he watches mingi shrink, panic taking over his features. it makes yunho feel worse.
“i- i’m sorry!” mingi wails, holding his hands up in surrender, “i was caught up in the moment! please don’t be mad!”
yunho stays silent for a minute, and mingi looks awkwardly to the side. yunho purses his lips, stomach flipping again. he sighs gently, releasing mingi’s hair and turning around again.
“.. do it again.” he mumbles. he hears mingi choke behind him.
“.. what?” mingi whispers.
“you heard me,” yunho snaps, ears turning red, “just.. be gentle with me. we’ve never done this before and..” he trails off in a whisper, unsure of how to finish. mingi lays his hands on yunho’s ass again, spreading slowly.
“.. i got you, puppy.” he can hear the smile in mingi’s voice.
in a split second, mingi is on him again. yunho squeaks at the warmth returning, but this time he forces himself to relax, letting himself feel. the sensation of mingi’s tongue is new, but not necessarily unwelcome. he lets his head hang again, flashes fluttering and moaning softly.
the tip of mingi’s tongue catches on his rim, and yunho jolts, choking out a louder moan. he melts immediately, sinking down into the mattress. mingi wraps his arm around yunho’s hips to keep his ass upright as yunho collapses into pudeongie, arms wrapping around the plushie. his buries his face into the fuzzy material, muffling his noises. he subconsciously pushes his ass back onto mingi’s face, begging for more of the sensation.
he can feel mingi practically slobbering onto him, spit dripping down his legs. it feels so strange, so good. mingi had always preferred it wet, and yunho was finally starting to understand why. he feels a little gross, but it’s so hot, it’s mind melting and amazing, and yunho feels like he’s turning into goo.
mingi starts to slurp greedily at his hole, and yunho wails into pudeongie, hips jerking. his head is swimming. he feels dirty and exposed, but the shame feels so good, and mingi seems to be enjoying himself. yunho moans again, muffled, and mingi seems to smile against him.
when mingi takes yunho’s previously neglected cock into his hand, yunho feels like ascending. his moans start growing in volume and he feels helpless, the knot is his gut starting to tighten. he carelessly tosses his arm back again, once more lacing his fingers into mingi’s hair. this time though, he pulls mingi’s face closer and starts grinding back. mingi laughs against him. yunho’s ears turn red once more.
“oh.. oh, fuck,” yunho swears, turning his head so mingi can hear him, “.. please, ‘m so close.. please..” he begs, whining loudly.
mingi moves away for one second, and yunho hears him curse under his breath, then mingi presses his tongue hard against yunho’s hole and slips it inside. he starts jerking yunho’s cock even faster, thumbing at the slit, and yunho is borderline seeing heaven.
after a couple thrusts of mingi tongue, yunho wails, and is coming. he spills all over mingi’s hand and the sheets below him, continuing to cry out even after he’s done. mingi pulls his tongue out and slurps at yunho’s hole once before removing himself entirely. yunho slumps, and mingi lets him collapses all the way, rubbing comforting circles into his hip.
yunho feels like jelly, completely melted into the mattress. mingi leans over him, murmuring praises into his ear. he moves a hand to yunho’s ass again and spread him once more. yunho chokes.
“.. wait.. huh?” yunho whimpers, weakly turning his head to face his best friend.
mingi looks wild, like a man possessed, as his eyes flash and he grins wickedly. his chin has spit dripping down it, and he wipes the it on the back of his hand. then, yunho’s stomach flips as he watches mingi line his own rock-hard cock up to yunho’s used hole. mingi licks his lips.
“you didn’t think we were done after that, did you?” he snickers. yunho whines, but arches his back once more.
“.. just be gentle, please.”