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Yunho is sitting at his desk, staring blankly at the overbearing brightness of his laptop screen. He knows he’s staring at his notes, but the words are blurring together into this nonsensical jumble of words, incoherent and perfectly mirroring the whirlwind of thoughts within his head. He hasn’t slept well for weeks already. He feels high strung and antsy, seconds from exploding. The stress of upcoming finals looming over him is suffocating, but that’s not what’s on his mind right now.
‘Mingi. I miss Mingi,’ has been playing in the back of his mind like a mantra, cursing him with a forbidden love spell, stealing any focus he had left. Yunho has a big fat crush on his plug. Who also just happens to be his best friend of over ten years. And roommate. And… fuck buddy. Yeah. It’s no big deal.
Yunho wants to scream.
He finds himself knocking on his plug’s door—who, by the way, happens to be the love of his life—without even realizing. Yunho has been sharing a small apartment close to their university with Mingi since freshman year. It was safer for his business that way and Yunho thought it was worth it for the free weed. He refuses to admit that he would do anything and everything Mingi asked of him, but that’s beside the point. He isn’t a stoner per-se, only dabbling in it for the stress relief at first, until he finds himself in Mingi’s room more often than his own with the excuse of smoking.
“Can I come in?” He gives Mingi his best puppy eyes the second the door swings open, bottom lip jutting out as he plays with the hem of his shirt.
“Quit pouting, why are you even asking? This is our room at this point.” he huffs with a slight smile, pushing the door open for Yunho to trot in as he bounces over to Mingi’s—and his—bed.
“My supply just came in, I’ll get your joint ready.” Yunho hums, snuggling into the covers as Mingi sits at his desk across from the bed.
Since finals are right around the corner, Mingi’s business is…booming to say the least. They still have a few weeks left until the semester ends but that doesn’t ease the stress as assignments and projects pile up.
Watching the other work serves as his own personal stress relief. Whether it’s assignments, cooking for the two of them, rolling a joint, he just loves when Mingi is focused. He can ogle at him all he wants when he’s in the zone. He’s usually shirtless, specifically while he rolls and packs, claiming it’s less likely to stink up his hoodies if he’s just in sweats. Yunho doesn’t know if that’s true or not, he’s basically nose blind at this point, but he’s not complaining.
His back is turned to him, tattoos on full display. The brunette loves the view, loves the little glimpses of chunky rings and painted nails every time he reaches over, loves how soft and glowy his messy, platinum blonde hair looks in the warm light of his desk lamp. He finds himself mesmerized by the way Mingi moves. By the way his strong arms slightly flex at every movement, tattoos dancing, taunting. Yunho has been to every appointment, sat through hours just holding his hand. Watched as his skin was painted beautifully throughout the years. As scary as Mingi may seem at first glance, beneath the strong build and intimidating aura, he’s truly just a sensitive crybaby with a fear of needles and pain. Yunho has always admired his passion, in this case, his love for tattoos outweighing his fear. he would sit next to him and hold his hand through everything as long as Mingi allowed it.
He finds himself dozing off at the thought of the man across from him, his presence soothing his racing mind into a state of calm. Until he suddenly turns, jolting the brunette fully awake. Mingi momentarily raises a brow at his staring and holds the joint out, a glint in his eyes that Yunho never understands.
He sits up and reaches for the joint, about to take it from him until his hand pulls away, teasing. Yunho sits back, tilting his head in confusion.
“Can we try something?” He nods.
Mingi climbs into the bed next to him still holding the joint, and rests against the wall. He gazes up at him for a second before he pats his thighs. Yunho stares back, even more confused.
“Just trust me” he rolls his eyes and Yunho finally obliges.
He crawls into his lap, straddling his thick thighs, secretly enjoying the firmness underneath him. This position isn’t exactly… unfamiliar, but it never fails to spike his pulse. He eyes Mingi expectantly, blinking as the other smiles sweetly at him before,
“Open your mouth.” His voice is stern, eyes dark and the brunette has no choice but to obey.
Yunho feels his ears burn, and hopes that the other can’t see it in the dim lighting as he lets his jaw drop. He feels the butterflies in his tummy flutter as Mingi briefly fixates on his tongue before looking into his eyes. He brings the joint to his own mouth, a slight smirk painting his lips as it wraps around the filter, pulling a lighter out of his pocket. Yunho feels drool pooling in his mouth as he watches Mingi light it and inhale, eye contact never wavering.
He panics as the platinum blonde leans in, thinking he’s about to kiss him before he stops millimeters from his lips and exhales. The brunette, at a loss for words, doesn’t process what’s happening quick enough before Mingi grips his ass firmly. He gasps, inhaling the smoke between them. Yunho breathes the rest of the smoke out in a whine, face entirely flushed a cute pink and staring incredulously at Mingi. He only chuckles in response.
“What was that?!” he pouts and swats at his chest, Mingi’s chuckle morphing into the cutest giggles, catching Yunho’s hands in his, successfully caging him.
“What, never heard of shotgunning?” Mingi pouts back at him.
Yunho stills and flushes even more as the belated realization sets in, stuttering out, “Well! You could’ve warned me or something!”
“Wanna try again?” he grins at him as he taps the ash off over a nearby ashtray and guides the joint back into his mouth, not even waiting for the other’s reply.
Yunho gives in to his antics and properly inhales this time when the platinum blonde leans in. They do this for a while until the joint is finished and they’re both pleasantly faded.
Yunho is leaning his head against his chest, melting into his lap as he listens to his heart thump, fully convinced they’re morphing into one as Mingi’s hands begin to wander. He squeezes his thighs, moving under his shirt to run up and down his waist, massaging his back to trace his spine, then moving to his chest and down his stomach. Yunho enjoys the attention, mouthing at a particular daffodil tattoo on his shoulder, which coincidentally happens to be his birth flower. He chooses not to think much of it.
“Feels good…” He’s at that point where he can’t help but voice every thought.
“Yeah? Feels good when I touch you like this?” His voice is rough from the smoke, reverberating throughout his body.
Yunho nods in response. He’s heaving into his neck, breathing in his smell as the high makes him dizzy and out of breath. Yunho used to hate the smell of weed. But now he finds himself addicted, head spinning at the earthy smell, mixed with a slight and natural musk that just screams Mingi. He’s squirming in his lap without even realizing, the high steadily building, slowing down his thoughts as Mingi insistently touches him, until he grazes his nipples and Yunho full out moans. He would be embarrassed if only he wasn’t feeling so crazed. He lets his eyes fall closed as painted hands begin to toy with his nipples. He eventually finds himself grinding down against firm thighs, whining and unable to stop the feelings from building within him. He doesn’t see the smug smile plastered across the other man’s face.
“You’re doing so good for me.” He pinches his nipple harshly.
“Mingi…” The praise only fogs his brain further, stomach twisting in a knot at the pain as he whines out his name.
He nearly misses the subtle twitch of Mingi’s now hard dick pressing underneath him.
Yunho can’t tell how long it’s been, time seeming to draw out as he dry humps his crush’s thigh. Mingi moves his hand up his back, slowly, feeling the other shiver against him. He grazes his sensitive neck, slipping into the back of his hair and yanks. He pulls his droopy head up, forcing lidded eye contact and Yunho lets out a loud, surprised moan. He squirms at the sight of the platinum blonde’s flushed cheeks, lips bitten red and a hazy look in his red eyes. He didn’t realize he was drooling until he saw Mingi’s neck and collarbones glisten in the low light, highlighting the artwork staining his skin.
“You’re so cute when you’re like this Yuyu.” Mingi draws out the nickname, the slight condescending tone making him flush a deep red.
Yunho’s panting at this point, the high leaving him pawing at Mingi with shaky, uncoordinated hands, “I… I want to cum.”
“Aww, sweet lil puppy's jus’ so desperate huh?” he coos at him with a lazy tone, faux sympathy going right over his clouded head, “Don’t worry, I got you.”
The hand in his hair releases its firm grip, smoothing the mess before traveling to touch the shell of his ear, down to his jaw, then caressing his cheek. He counts every freckle, every blemish, stars in his eyes. It slowly carves away at Yunho’s heart. He traces his cheekbones and his nose bridge, taking note of the way his cheeks flush a deep red. Two fingers ghost his cupids bow, pressing down on his soft, bottom lip. Yunho kisses his fingertips before sucking them in.
Mingi grips his hips firmly, guiding him to grind rough and hard against him. The brunette moans around his digits, causing the other releasing a shaky sigh that brushes across his face, eyes zeroed in on the soft lips wrapped around him. The grip on his hip tightens, forcing Yunho down harder against him as the fingers in his mouth press in farther.
“Such a good boy for me…” Shiny rings push against his lips as he gags, the platinum blonde slowly fucking his mouth at this point.
It leaves him feeling hazy and in another plane. Yunho can feel Mingi shiver at the way his tongue licks around his fingertips, whining nonstop as drool drips down his chin. Their high crescendos together at a particular hard thrust and the brunette cums so hard in his pants, his vision blacks out.
He slept well that night, waking up in clean pajamas, wrapped tightly in his crush’s arms. The feelings he keeps locked away only growing tenfold inside the overflowing vault of his heart.
—
The two of them had built up this routine where every weekend Mingi takes the hit for Yunho and breathes it directly into his mouth. And when they’re both feeling pleasantly high, Mingi touches him until he’s a needy, squirming mess, finger fucking his mouth until he’s covered in drool.
Yunho doesn’t understand why or what he’s doing. He knows Mingi’s aware that he’s perfectly capable of smoking on his own, but he can’t help but love the attention. He revels in how the high intensifies the feelings and sensations the other gives him. How he can almost feel his gentle hands decorated in pretty rings against his very soul. He loves how Mingi’s intentional touches push the stupid thoughts out of his head, pressing just the right buttons to leave him pliant and wanting. It fills him with a sense of hope, too afraid to ruin what they have but unable to back out now that he’s gotten a taste.
Mingi always manages to get the timing right, making him cum right at the peak of their shared high. The brunette had offered to return the favor, but he always declined, claiming he was satisfied with Yunho’s satisfaction. It left him feeling confused and aching, pushing the whirlwind of emotions to the back of his mind, choosing to focus on school instead.
Thanks to their routine, finals go by in the blink of an eye. Yunho’s last final was in the morning, getting it over with before Mingi as his is in the late afternoon.
Right before he steps out the door, he stops in his tracks, “Oh fuck—I almost forgot!” he sprints back to his room.
“Here, this is for you. As a reward for finishing your finals.” Mingi pants out as he hands Yunho a joint, “She’s special.”
“What do you mean by that?” the other squints at him suspiciously before analyzing it.
It’s significantly bigger than the usual, wrapped in pink paper.
“Oh nothing,” he smiles, tongue popping out to lick at the corner of his lip, “I’m gonna be late, wish me luck!” and he’s out the door before Yunho could get a word out.
Mingi’s last exam is a long one, at least to Yunho that is. To be frank, the taller doesn’t have the patience to wait for him, excited that the semester is finally over and ready to celebrate. He turns on a movie he thinks he’d enjoy while faded, gathers snacks and his beloved pudongie, and lights up.
—
He’s not even halfway through his joint before he starts feeling funny. He feels tingly all over. His head is sluggish and time is starting to slow down. He already finished the snacks, munchies getting the best of him, and had resorted to cuddling his plushie in order to ground himself. He realized without the platinum blonde’s touch, it felt like he might float away for good, scared he wouldn’t be able to find his way back. He decides to ignore the underlying itch beneath his skin, thinking it’s just part of the strain, and directs his attention back to the movie, taking another drag.
—
Yunho has no idea how much time has passed. The sun had already set as the joint laid forgotten on the ashtray, the surrounding ash putting it out. At some point he couldn’t keep up with the movie anymore, brain moving two miles per hour. His body is on fire. He feels tingly everywhere and it took him a second to realize he’s panting, drooling. He feels hot and dizzy and out of breath and sensitive and the itch within his soul is nearly unbearable and—oh. he accidentally shifts, pudongie rubbing pleasantly between his legs. He lets out a high pitched, drawn out whine and grinds down again.
“Hnng… Mingi…” Yunho moans out into the empty living room, hips uncoordinated as he humps his plushie.
He feels so needy, so desperate, so helpless. He doesn’t know what he wants but he wants a lot of it. He wants his Mingi. Time feels so agonizingly slow and his head is spinning at the amount of pure need he feels. It’s so overwhelming, he feels stupid with it.
“Yunho, you doing alright?” The voice snaps him back into his mushy brain, the hand petting his hair out of his face grounding him back into reality.
He didn’t hear the door click.
“Mingki… feels funny.” Yunho lifts his head, slow blinking the figure into his unfocused vision.
He felt like he needed to cry but his dry eyes didn’t allow for it. Unable to get all the words out, he pouts up at him instead with shiny, spit-slick lips, eyes glossy and red. Mingi crouched down, a cheeky smile plastered across his face as his hand continued the gentle petting. It helped the brunette settle back into his body, leaning his head against the pressure.
“Poor baby, couldn’t wait for me hm?” Yunho belatedly realized his hips hadn’t stopped grinding, unsure if Mingi was referring to the joint or his current state, “What a naughty doggy.”
Feeling both humiliated and desperate, he finds himself whining, reaching out for the platinum blonde in response. He knows he must look utterly pathetic to the man before of him. Inked arms wrap around him immediately and he buries his face into his neck, searching for his comforting scent.
Before he realizes he was even being lifted, Mingi gently places him on the bed. He laid sprawled out against the sheets panting, trying to reorient himself at the sudden change when he felt familiar hands rubbing his tummy. The platinum blonde is sitting between his thighs, spreading his legs. He hums happily in response, cheeks rosy, dazed eyes falling shut.
He hears giggling from above him, “Just like a puppy… you’re so warm.”
Yunho drowns in Mingi’s long awaited touch, hands meticulously massaging him back into his body. It does little to help the heat building within him, only making it more unbearable.
“You doing okay cutie?” He nods. “Still open to finishing the rest?”
Yunho opens his eyes, feeling present yet itchy inside, out of his mind. He nods again, the pet names finally registering and making him feel hot all over.
“Words, pretty.” Mingi smiles, that glint back in his eyes.
“Yes please, Mimi…” Yunho’s voice sounds as small as he feels.
Mingi’s eyes soften, beaming down at him. He cups his cheek lovingly, before reaching over him for the lighter on the nightstand. His layered necklaces dangle in front of Yunho’s face, leaving him in a lovesick trance. The brunette instinctively lets his jaw fall open at the sound of the sparking. Mingi’s eyes go dark again, lighting the rest of the joint while maintaining heated eye contact.
It was almost like he was lighting the flame in his core instead, spreading throughout him, all consuming like the bud in his system. Mingi breathes in the smoke, leaning down into Yunho’s space, and he takes everything he’s given.
“Do you want to try this time?” Mingi asks as Yunho breathes out, making him choke.
“You don’t have to.” He giggles at the way the brunette tries to recover from his coughing fit.
“I want to.” Yunho feels this nonsensical urge to make him proud, moving to sit up as he stares at him with eyes of determination.
Mingi smiles, patting his head, before holding the joint up to his mouth. Yunho accepts it, breathing in the smoke as the platinum blonde stares at the way his lips wrap around the filter. When Yunho pulls away, he lets his jaw fall open and it’s the brunette’s turn to gaze at his soft lips, his tongue, his teeth. His tummy flips at the sight, leaning in dangerously close to exhale the smoke into his mouth.
He does it again and again, each time their lips get closer. The fuzzy neediness comes back and by the last hit, their lips graze and Yunho leans in fully, capturing the other’s lips in his. Mingi gasps at the same time he exhales, taking in the rest of the smoke. They’re properly kissing now, slow and lazy with an underlying urgency. Mingi licking and biting at his lips, pushing him to lay back down, hands running up and down his body. The brunette shivers at the firm grip against his waist, moaning into the other’s mouth at the way his rings dig into his sides.
He takes this opportunity to lick into him, sucking on his tongue, taking his time to explore, the both of them drowning in the taste of the other. Yunho’s head is spinning by the time they pull apart, gasping for air. He finally notices the amount of drool that had slid down his cheeks.
Yunho stares into Mingi’s eyes, red and droopy when he blurts out, “I want you so bad.” Brain to mouth filter completely gone.
The honesty and vulnerability plastered across his face leaves Mingi winded.
“I’m right here puppy dog, I’ll take care of you, jus’ gotta sit still hm?” He whispers into his ear, kissing and biting.
It sends shivers down his spine, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he wipes the drool off his face. Mingi traces wet kisses to his jaw, down his neck, nibbles at his collarbones before Yunho’s shirt is lifted above his head and thrown across the room, the other’s following soon after. He immediately attacks his nipples, fully aware of how sensitive they are. It leaves Yunho writhing underneath him, gasping for air that he can’t seem to find. Mingi is torturously slow, mouthing at one while his hand toys with the other, switching off and eventually trailing marks down his abdomen. Yunho is painfully hard and leaking by the time he grips the hem of his pants.
“This okay?” Mingi kisses his hip and looks up at him.
The brunette nods, croaking out a pathetic ‘please’ and Mingi pulls it down. Yunho just knows he looks as wrecked as he feels, boxers following along. He huffs out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding.
“Silly puppy, look at you…” he lets out a wounded keen as Mingi runs a finger up the underside of his dick, circling his sticky, swollen tip, “Drooling from here too…”
“C-Can’t.” he stutters out, feeling so overwhelmed he could barely think.
A choked sob falls out when Mingi wraps his lips loosely around his tip, arching into him when he sucks.
“Taste good…” he hums around him and the brunette can no longer hold in his noises.
When Mingi swallows him down to the base, the only warnings he gets are Yunho’s hands flying to his hair, holding on for dear life as his thighs squeeze around his head, toes clenched tight before he cums embarrassingly fast down his throat, overwhelmed and unable to hold it in. The weed intensifies the sensations, feeling the pleasure Mingi gives him from deep within. He feels like he’s drowning in a pit of lava, senses frayed.
Yunho comes back down to himself as swollen lips kiss him anywhere and everywhere, hands kneading his pliant body, molding his entire being whichever way he deems fit. He feels like he’s moments away from overheating yet he still wants more. He wants so badly he fears he’ll burst at the seams. He craves for Mingi to crawl into his skin, yearns for the two of them to melt into one. He aches to be filled with nothing but Mingi. He’s senseless and out of his mind when he babbles out,
“I love you.” The vault burst open. Words flowing, emotions exposed, and he can’t reel it back in, “I love you so much Mingi, I love you so much I think I could die, I want—I need you so bad Mimi, it hurts—”
And before he could ramble any further, The platinum blonde shushes him with his lips against his, a loud groan reverberating between them. He tastes himself on his tongue.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” Mingi moans against him.
And before Yunho can ponder what the man above him just said, he pulls away and his next words hit him like a truck.
“Please Yuyu, can Mimi fuck you? Promise I’ll make you feel good…”
The words bounce around in his jumbled brain, echoing over and over. It goes straight to his dick. They’ve never gone that far before and it takes Yunho a moment to mentally recover from the blow that was Song Mingi.
“Please yes, f-fuck! Please, please…” Yunho can’t help himself, begging, clawing at his skin, doing anything possible to get him closer.
Mingi kisses him so sweetly it aches in his chest before he’s reaching over him towards the nightstand again, rummaging through the drawer. Necklaces swinging like a pendulum, hypnotizing. He pulls out a bottle of lube and Yunho’s tummy flips.
“Settle down for me, needy pup, s’okay, you’re okay…” Mingi talks him through it as he slicks up his hole.
“Cold…” Yunho jolts, pout wiped off his face the second he feels Mingi prodding at him.
“Let me open you up.” And as the obedient pup he is, he opens up.
Mingi is three fingers deep and scissoring him open by the time the tears fall. He’s on his knees, ass up, drooling into the pillows. His legs are so shaky, he’s only staying up at this point due to the platinum blonde’s firm grip. The weed relaxes his body, making the process easier, but it makes him feel so unbearably needy. He’s just so overwhelmed, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Doesn’t know what’s real and what’s a dream. A sick, wet dream about his plug that he craves so carnally. The love of his life is knuckle deep inside him, chunky rings pressing against his rim, kissing sweet praises against his lower back.
Did he mention he was high out of his mind, lost in outer space? A typical joint would’ve had him coming down by now. If Yunho was sane, he would’ve already questioned what Mingi put in that pink paper. But alas, he hits his prostate dead on and the tears don’t stop.
“Mmm… baby? What’s the matter? Why cry?” Mingi’s words come out lazy and unrushed, affected by the joint as well, fingers grinding against that sweet spot.
“Hnnn Mimi… s’too much… Not— oh ! Not enough…” Yunho mentally applauds himself for even being able to form a sentence with the amount of drool that spills, despite the contradictions.
Mingi giggles, “You want it?”
“I’m gonna— ah ! I’m gonna punch you I swear to god—“ Yunho gets it out in one breath.
Mingi pulls his fingers out and flips him, the sudden movements jumbling his already muddled thoughts.
“So impatient, won’t you be a good boy for me Yuyu?” He shivers at the words.
“You’re so mean…”
“You love it.” Mingi spreads his legs further, “Tell me you want it.”
“Want it so bad, please just fuck me already…” He sniffles, hiding his face, seconds away from throwing a fit.
“Okay, okay no more teasing… You’re jus’ so cute. Can’t help it…” Mingi catches his hands and holds him down, leaning in to pepper his face in kisses.
The brunette sighs in relief once he finally feels Mingi pushing against his hole.
“Breathe for me yeah?” Yunho takes a deep breath and he slides in.
“Hnnnngg... guh, s-so full…” He’s drooling and can barely breathe, brain melting straight through his ears.
“You’re so tight puppy…so pretty, so good for me…” He’s rambling.
Yunho feels so full he might break. So full of emotions, so full of Mingi, the feeling of the platinum blonde filling him up satisfying an itch deep within him. He feels boneless, in another universe. Mingi is throbbing, twitching, shaking above him, panting in his ear as he paints hickies across his skin. Yunho clenches down, whining, wordlessly begging for him to move.
“Quit that before I cum too fast…” Mingi practically growls, biting down on his shoulder as a warning.
It’s a few more moments before Mingi is grinding into him, leaving him writhing and whimpering. The platinum blonde kisses him so tenderly, swallowing his noises as Yunho feels him slowly pull out only to thrust in deep and hard. It punches breathless moans out of him that Mingi eagerly swallows down, each movement sending him deeper and deeper into that foggy headspace, far away in the back of his mind. Decorated hands keep his pinned down, holding him in place, forcing him to lay there and take it. At a particular grind, searing pleasure zips straight through his body and Yunho sees stars.
“There it is…” And the brunette is a goner.
Mingi sets a brutal pace, nailing his prostate at every thrust. Yunho is sobbing at this point, pure bliss painting his fucked out face. The weed makes him so, so sensitive, but having already came, it delays his orgasm. Yunho is drowning in it, helpless against the never ending pleasure that doesn’t seem to peak. It drives him so insane, he fears he’ll shatter.
Mingi can tell he’s struggling at the way he’s clenching down on him, writhing and shaking as he cries. He had released his hands to hold his hips still, Yunho clawing at his back for dear life instead.
“My good boy, so perfect for me, almost like you were made for me…” Mingi’s voice is rough as he pants into his ear.
The words do something to him, an unfamiliar pressure starting to build. Yunho panics and kicks his legs, not in his right mind to understand what’s happening, words failing him and unable to warn the other. Mingi only shushes him.
“It’s okay pretty pup, just let go.” Yunho feels a searing heat tickle the bottom of his feet, building up his legs, into his core.
“I love you.”
Mingi whispers the words directly into his ear as he grinds harshly against his prostate, simultaneously stroking his dick. His deep, rumbling voice shakes his heart, thrums throughout his bones, shattering any doubts he had left. And it all finally clicks into place. Yunho goes limp as the heat takes over his entire body, orgasm crashing over him like a tsunami. He feels load after load shoot across his stomach, his chest, hitting his chin. His vision spots out and his ears are ringing but Mingi doesn’t let up. He hears Mingi gasp, followed by a high pitched moan and Yunho’s feels warmth spread across his back.
The pleasure doesn’t stop. In fact it goes on for way too long. Mingi stops his rocking, but continues to stroke him through it, milking him dry.
“I-It won’t— hah ! Won’t stop!” The brunette sobs, shaking like a leaf.
“Shhh there you go, let it all out.” The stream finally ends.
Yunho’s head is completely cotton. The high and his orgasm slowly coming down, leaving him a boneless pile of limbs as he drools into the sheets. Hes floating in a far away place and he doesn’t know how long it takes for him to come back to shore. But he finally registers Mingi’s tender caresses, loving praises, and his now soft dick still twitching inside him. He also feels an abnormal amount of wetness. He opens his eyes and looks down.
The brunette is mortified.
“You back with me gorgeous?” Mingi giggles as Yunho tries to hide.
“I would rather be buried alive right now…” Yunho whines, turning impossibly redder.
“Oh sweetface, don’t hide… Nothing to be ashamed of!” Mingi tries to stifle his laugh as he peels his hands away.
“I’m so sorry.” Yunho stares up at him with glassy eyes.
“Don’t apologize Yunho, you’re okay.” Mingi caresses his face, “…that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Yunho stares at him, humiliation only growing.
“What? Fucked you so good you pissed all over yourself like a dog after I confessed my undying love for you, can you blame me—“
“Okay, stop talking, holy shit!” Yunho buries his face in his ink covered chest, lightly punching him, “You’re such a dick…”
He wouldn’t be surprised if his entire body was a tomato at this point. Mingi laughs, holding him tight and kissing apologies into his hair and Yunho is a weak man.
“We should probably get cleaned up.” Yunho’s voice is small and embarrassed as he feels cum leak out of him despite the way he’s still warming the other.
“Good idea.”
—
The two of them bathe in comfortable silence, Mingi’s quiet humming lulling Yunho nearly asleep. He makes sure to massage the aches away, leaving behind pleasant tingles wherever his hands touch instead. They had a lot they needed to talk about, but in this moment, no words were needed. It’s just Mingi and Yunho, the way it had always been. The lingering high still clinging to their systems halts the passage of time. It feels safe within the bubble of their cramped bathroom, within the painted arms of his finally recruited love. So many questions linger outside the room, at the tip of their tongues, but the warm water feels good and the soap in his hair smells nice and nothing in this world outside of their bubble matters.
Yunho is in Mingi’s clothes, cocooned in his bed, fingers tracing the line work on his arms when he asks,
“What was in that joint?”
Mingi looks at him confused for a second before remembering how cryptic he had been when he gifted him the bud wrapped in pink.
“Oh right… yeah it was the usual strain? Just bigger.”
“What? What do you mean? Then why…” Yunho’s voice trails off, humiliation painting his cheeks a pretty pink.
“Okay promise you won’t get mad.” Mingi looks like a deer caught in headlights.
“Mingi…”
“Just promise!” The brunette rolls his eyes.
“Fine. I pinky promise I won’t get mad.”
“So I might’ve… accidentally… purposely conditioned you to crave my touch every time you smoke—hey you said you wouldn’t get mad!” He screams at Yunho’s raised fist.
“You’re unbelievable!” He can’t help the stupid laugh that leaves his lips, leaving the other stunned, smiling.
“I’m sorry! You were trailing after me like a love sick puppy thinking I wouldn’t notice… didn’t think it would actually work.”
“If you make fun of me one more time—“
“And I’m so deeply in love you. Even before we moved in…” The words catch him off guard.
“You love me…?” His voice is tiny as Mingi nods, the confession finally settling in as they gaze into each other’s eyes, baring their souls.
“Since before we moved in?”
“Way before then too.” Mingi’s voice is also small, feeling vulnerable as he finishes his confession.
“…So you’re telling we could’ve done this a lot sooner.” Mingi’s eyes widen.
“Oh my god. We’re stupid idiots.”
“Yup.” Yunho lets his eyes drift closed, resolved feelings finally allowing for the exhaustion to creep its way forward, “I love you too… Always have.”
Mingi’s arms holding him tight, contentment draping over him as a cozy blanket, and a gentle kiss pressed into his ear are the last things he feels before sleep takes over.