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“Have a great holidays, Professor Jeon. See you after the break!”
Wonwoo returns the smile of the student, raising his hand in a small wave as they close the door to his office. He rolls out the crick in his neck, cracking his knuckles to get rid of the tension there too. Then, one by one, he starts to clear things from his desk; papers and folders, filing them away neatly so they don’t collect dust over winter break.
Underneath his desk there is a bag, perfectly sealed like it has been since he bought it a week ago. Jeonghan had taken him out after they both had a half-day, whisking him away to the bustling streets of Myeongdong that were quickly growing dense with crowds full of people looking to buy gifts for their loved ones.
There was a hoodie hanging out a storefront that immediately caught Wonwoo’s attention. It was nothing special, a classic grey with a thick hood, but he had to blink away the image of Mingyu standing in it. It reminded him of back when they first met, the younger man always sporting casual athleisure, looking so effortlessly attractive with a backpack slung over his shoulder.
That image was rather distant now. Now, Mingyu’s fluffy hair would be meticulously styled for the office, an ironed button down paired with a tie. And although Wonwoo was absolutely enamoured by this look on his boyfriend, he does occasionally think he missed out on the joy of snuggling up in his hoodies.
He purchased the hoodie. For Mingyu to wear. And maybe for him too.
“Mingyu’s Christmas present?” Jeonghan had asked before they could exit the store.
Wonwoo nodded. This would likely be the first of many. He’s already got a mental note of all the things Mingyu had been eyeing over the course of the year.
“Have you ever thought about getting him something, I don’t know—“ Jeonghan waved his hand in a vague gesture, “a little more fun?”
The frown that tugged on Wonwoo’s lips was almost involuntary. “Are you calling my gifts boring?”
“No, Wonwoo-yah. Mingyu loves anything you give him. I’m pretty sure you could spit in his hand and he’d say thank you—but what I’m saying is that you could spice things up a little bit.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You know, it’s a cold, wintery season. Give him something that’ll warm him up. Make him feel the heat.”
Jeonghan sighed exasperatedly as Wonwoo’s confusion deepened. For a smarty-pants chemistry professor, he was rather slow when it came to things like this.
“I’m saying do something a little sexy! Turn up the ho-ho-ho this Christmas!” Jeonghan voiced out, a decibel too loud to be screaming in the crowded streets.
Wonwoo tugged his wrist. “You want to say that a little louder?” he gritted his teeth, eyes glancing around to see if anyone caught the older man’s antics.
“I will if that’s what it takes for you to hear me out.”
“I hear you.”
“So you’ll do it?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Oh, come on,” Jeonghan whined. “He’s like a hyper dog whenever I see him,” He narrowed his eyes at Wonwoo, a surveying—no, accusing glance. “I know that energy transfers into the bedroom.”
Being out in public did not stop the montage playing through his head. A sweaty, eager Mingyu hovering over him, jaw taut with an attempt at restraint as he chased after pleasure. The possessive grip on his hips, the raw moans and guttural cries.
“Please stop thinking about sex,” Jeonghan grimaced.
It snapped Wonwoo out of his daze. “You kind of made me.”
“Great. Are we on the same page, then?”
Wonwoo shifted on the balls of his feet, fingers curling up in his coat pocket. “What exactly am I supposed to do?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Let’s see,” Jeonghan looked around, eyes catching a glint as they landed on something behind Wonwoo. “You should let him unwrap you, like a gift,” He quirked a suggestive eyebrow, making Wonwoo spin around.
“No,” Wonwoo said without missing a beat when he realised where Jeonghan’s gaze was directed—at a lingerie store.
“Not for you? Okay,” Jeonghan shrugged, undeterred. “Then what about roleplay?”
Wonwoo winced. Should they really be talking about this here?
“Maybe someone’s been a very naughty boy this year and needs to get punished,” Jeonghan grinned menacingly, slapping Wonwoo’s ass. “I heard Santa likes cookies and milk.”
“Oh my god, please shut up.”
Any other ideas Jeonghan throws at him gets dismissed at the speed of light. Maybe he is boring, but Wonwoo isn’t against the concept altogether. It certainly plants a seed in his mind.
The fingers he had wrapped around the strap of the bag clench a little tighter as he sees a familiar vehicle drive into the parking lot. He makes a poor attempt to hide it behind his back.
“Hi hyung,” Mingyu greets him, tugging down the thick scarf on Wonwoo’s neck to land a peck on his lips. He tastes like coffee. “Ready to go home?”
When Mingyu makes no mention of the poorly hidden gift during their drive home, Wonwoo thinks he’s gotten away with it. That is, until Mingyu follows him into their bedroom as soon as they step foot into their apartment, catching him in the act of tucking the bag away in the back of their closet.
Wonwoo startles when he turns around, finding Mingyu’s curious eyes on him. He walks back as inconspicuously as he can. “I’ll go shower first.”
“What did you hide in there?” Mingyu stops him, cocking his head. “Am I not supposed to see it?”
“It’s a present.”
Mingyu blinks at him.
“For you,” Wonwoo adds for good measure. “So don’t go snooping around.”
“Aw, but now I really want to know what it is,” Mingyu’s lips push into a slight pout. “You know how hard it is for me to wait.”
Wonwoo does know. He knows that the curiosity eats Mingyu up and he doesn’t stop pestering, which is why he had taken the effort to hide it in the first place.
“Two sleeps ‘till Christmas,” Wonwoo says. “You can open it then,” Then he steps around Mingyu, continuing his path to the shower before it was interrupted.
Arms snake around his waist and he’s pulled backwards into a solid chest.
His heart skips a beat.
“Go a little later, hyung,” Mingyu presses a kiss behind his ear. “We’re off until New Years. What’s the rush, hm?”
That’s really all it takes for Wonwoo to melt in the younger man’s arms, body bleeding out tension as Mingyu nuzzles his neck, laying kiss after kiss on the cold skin and warming it up. He turns his head, giving Mingyu greater access to nip and graze the area, offering a brief swipe of his tongue that makes Wonwoo’s gut twist in the best way.
A satisfied sigh escapes him, leaning all his weight on Mingyu’s body as the man finally plasters his lips properly to his neck, sucking the skin slightly.
He feels something stiff behind him.
Mingyu lets Wonwoo feel his hard-on against his ass. “Hyung,” A scrape of his front teeth and intentful roll of his hips. “Wanna fuck you.”
Heat simmers in his belly. Wonwoo puts his hand over Mingyu’s, the one holding his waist and pushes back against the erection.
“Been thinking about you all day,” Mingyu ruts into him, chasing the brief friction. “Couldn’t wait to get home.”
Wonwoo groans, throwing his head back onto Mingyu's shoulder when he feels a large hand cupping his growing member. The palm slides up and down, making Wonwoo bite down on his lip, straining against the fabric of his slacks.
Mingyu’s state is not far off, the girth and firmness of his bulge almost dizzying as it presses into Wonwoo’s behind while they lazily grind against each other, still dressed head to toe in their work clothes.
With great effort, Wonwoo turns around in Mingyu’s arms and he is rewarded with a kiss. The eager slide of Mingyu’s lips against his, the tongue that licks into his mouth, it has him throwing his arms around the younger’s neck. Wonwoo continues to grind against him, moaning into his mouth when Mingyu bends his knees slightly, the heat between their legs rubbing together just right.
“Fuck,” Mingyu curses against his lips, shuddering as cold palms smooth over the thin fabric of his dress shirt. He continues to devour Wonwoo, kissing him deeply as he untucks his shirt from his pants, the tie around his collar falling loose as he makes quick work of the buttons.
The cold air hitting Wonwoo’s bare skin makes a chill run up his spine. He drags his teeth across Mingyu’s bottom lip, signalling for him to break away. “Sit down on the bed,” he says, voice thick, reaching in between their bodies to palm Mingyu through his pants. He pushes his glasses up. “I want to suck you off.”
Mingyu has the same reaction as the first time. He always does, hips jerking into Wonwoo’s hand while letting out a groan.
He’s seated on the edge of the bed in seconds, Wonwoo dropping to his knees in between spread legs to undo the belt around his waist. He doesn’t bother discarding it, leaving it looped through the belt hoops as he slides the zipper down, mouth growing wet in anticipation.
“Shit,” Mingyu hisses, Wonwoo tugging his cock out and wrapping slender fingers around it. He offers it a few slow pumps before sinking his mouth down. “Fuck, fuck,” Mingyu grits out underneath him, chest heaving as he’s captured by a warm, tight heat.
Fingers braced on Mingyu’s thighs, Wonwoo slides up and down, lips stretching wide at the impressive girth. It makes him throb between his own legs and his underwear is starting to feel a little damp. The taste of Mingyu on his tongue makes satisfaction course through his veins. He’s never enjoyed giving head this much before Mingyu, never found any pleasure in it for himself. But now he closes his eyes in concentration, tuning out everything save for the familiar weight and taste of Mingyu on his tongue.
He only flutters his lashes open when Mingyu holds the back of his head, gently encouraging him to look up.
Something melts behind Mingyu’s dark eyes and he twitches in Wonwoo’s mouth, a drop of precome dribbling out of his tip, depositing itself on Wonwoo’s tongue.
“God, you’re so beautiful, hyung,” Mingyu licks his lips. “Still can’t believe I get to see you like this. All for me.”
Wonwoo imagines how he must look right now, perched between Mingyu’s legs, disheveled hair and glasses askew. His mouth wrapped tightly around his cock and shirt hanging open, his silk tie brushing over his heated skin, erupting it in goosebumps.
“Makes me want to take a picture of you.”
A jolt runs through Wonwoo’s body.
“Freeze this moment in time,” A thumb strokes over Wonwoo’s cheekbone. “Show you how pretty you always are.”
A wet pop echoes through the room as Wonwoo pulls off Mingyu abruptly.
“Hyung?” Mingyu calls out when Wonwoo gets to his feet. There’s a hint of panic in his tone, as if he’s worried he’s said the wrong thing. It gets more palpable as Wonwoo strides across the room. “I-I didn’t mean it, Wonwoo hyung.”
Wonwoo opens the closet.
“No, no—I did mean it, but I won’t actually do it,” Mingyu continues to ramble. “I just think sometimes you look too good, like…like a piece of art and you should-“
“Open it.”
Mingyu’s lips stutter, eyes falling down to the bag Wonwoo holds in his hands. The nostalgia of the situation hits him in full force, gift in hand, Mingyu’s pupils wide, just like they had been three years ago at his graduation ceremony. But everything from here onwards would be fresh territory for them.
“But you said not to open it until Christmas,” Mingyu’s eyebrows furrow together.
“I know what I said,” Wonwoo keeps his voice steady, staring down at Mingyu. Though he doesn’t manage to hide the slight tremble of his hands. “But I want you to open this now. Please.”
Intentional or not, Wonwoo holds his breath as Mingyu picks the sticker holding the sides of the bag together. He peeks inside as he did once before.
“It’s…it’s a camera,” Mingyu murmurs, carefully picking it up in his hands. He looks just as confused as Wonwoo had expected him to be, mouth parted in unspoken questions.
A camera? Wonwoo can practically see the gears turning in his head. But we own so many cameras, hyung? And you already gave me one before.
“Thank you, hyung,” Mingyu smiles at him small, but his sincerity still ever present. “I’ll use it well.”
Wonwoo swallows. “Mingyu, this camera,” he takes a deep inhale, “I want you to use it for something,” A pause. “And only that thing.”
“Hyung, what do you—ah…” Mingyu nearly fumbles the camera out of his hands as Wonwoo returns to his knees, fingers circling around Mingyu’s cock.
Hot breath fans over the head of Mingyu’s length when Wonwoo leans close. He looks up through his dark lashes. “Use it to take a picture of me. Of us.”
“L-Like right now?” Mingyu asks, cheeks and the tips of his ears twinged red, camera gripped tightly.
Wonwoo has a feeling he already knows the answer. The corner of his lips twitch momentarily before he speaks. “Whenever you manage to turn it on.”
Then without warning he dives down, taking Mingyu into his mouth.
“Ah!” Mingyu gasps at the sudden heat, thighs jerking underneath Wonwoo’s grasp. He moans when he hollows his cheeks around him. “Jesus Christ, hyung. Are you serious?” His shoulders rise with a shaky breath. “You’ll really let me take a photo of you like this?”
“Yes, Mingyu,” Wonwoo slurs around a mouthful of cock.
“God, I love you,” he manages to get out before choking on a moan.
For the next few minutes the room echoes with slick wet sounds and Mingyu’s heavy grunts as Wonwoo works his mouth over him mercilessly, making the meticulous task of configuring the camera all the more difficult.
“I got it, I got it…” Mingyu pants, cupping the back of Wonwoo’s neck to get his attention. “Off, hyung.”
Wonwoo takes him out of his mouth, a wet sheen over his pink, swollen lips. He’s short of air, the burn in his lungs slowly ebbing away as he takes deep breaths. The realisation of what they’re about to do hits him then. He doesn’t know where to begin. Wonwoo’s cheeks grow hot and he takes the back of his hand to wipe away something sticky at the corner of his mouth. “What should I do-“
“Nothing,” Mingyu catches his wrist before he can. His eyes glaze down Wonwoo’s face. “Just…stay,” Mingyu’s gaze is unfocused. He drops Wonwoo’s hand and whispers, “Just stay like that.”
Mingyu takes the first photo then, the shutter clicking to capture the image of Wonwoo kneeling between his legs, hair an unruly mess and puffy lips smeared with precome. His glasses are crooked, tie lopsided and open shirt slipping off his shoulders. But Mingyu doesn’t bother with any of that. He only brings his thumb to the corner of Wonwoo’s mouth, collecting the precome there before pushing it past his lips.
With Wonwoo’s lips around his thumb and a heady gaze at the camera, Mingyu takes another picture. “God…look at you,” he rasps.
It stirs something in Wonwoo, a heat pooling in his belly and he licks Mingyu’s thumb, eliciting a low groan from him. Mingyu drags the digit out of his mouth, running it over the bumps of Wonwoo’s tongue so he can savour the taste.
“Come closer, hyung,” Mingyu breathes, swallowing once. “There you go,” He takes a hold of the base of his cock with his free hand and presses it against the side of Wonwoo’s face.
It’s so hot against Wonwoo’s cheek, stiff and radiating waves of heat. He can’t help but turn his head, trailing feather-light kisses up its length. Then he flattens his tongue, licking a long, fat stripe from the base to the tip.
Click.
“Shit,” Mingyu curses. It cuts off into a moan as Wonwoo dips his tongue into the slit, a sharp gaze directed at Mingyu then to his camera while lapping at the precome. “Yeah, keep going,” he swallows, thick, “just like that.”
When Wonwoo takes Mingyu to climax, the latter tugs himself out of the wet heat just in time, bursting white all over Wonwoo’s face, his glasses and flushed cheeks. He’s only wiped clean after Mingyu captures the sight of him.
The amount of times Mingyu presses the shutter, it gets to Wonwoo’s head a little bit. Does he really look that good? He aches between his legs, straining against his pants. Wonwoo gets to his feet when he receives a tug to his tie.
“Up, hyung,” Mingyu tells him, still breathless from his orgasm. “Let’s get these off.”
His pants are quickly unzipped, the fabric sliding down his legs and needy cock springing out, curving against the lean, defined planes of his abdomen. He jerks into Mingyu’s hand when it curls around him, a thumb rubbing the wet, flushed head.
“Pretty,” Mingyu murmurs. “Pretty cock. So pretty it needs a picture, don’t you think, hyung?”
Wonwoo bites his lip, looking down to see his tip leaking profusely.
“Touch it for me, yeah?”
He replaces the heat of Mingyu’s palm with his own, wrapping it around his length and pumping it slow and steady, giving himself the relief he’s been seeking. Wonwoo moans, eyes falling shut as he hears the camera go off again. “Mingyu…”
“So perfect, hyung. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Mingyu grips his hip, rubbing absent circles into the sharp bone there. “You’re wet. Spread it all over yourself.”
Wonwoo does, collecting the precome beading at his tip and lubricating the rest of his cock with it, making the slide of his fist effortless and easy, his gut prickling pleasantly.
“Good,” Another picture. “Can you turn around for me, hyung?”
As he spins on his feet, Wonwoo catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Before he can dwell on how defiled he looks already, Mingyu’s urging him forward, bending him until Wonwoo catches himself on the edge of their dressing table.
A big hand grabs a handful of his ass. “Can I see?”
Wonwoo knows what that means. He balances himself carefully on one hand then reaches an arm behind him, pulling away one of his cheeks as Mingyu does the same.
“Oh yes, hyung.”
He can feel Mingyu’s breath fanning over him and heat crawls up his chest, wrapping around his neck as he registers the sensation of him fluttering around nothing—waiting, anticipating something to fill him up.
“Ah, Mingyu!” Wonwoo startles on a cry as he feels something wet and hot swipe over him.
“Such a sweet hole,” Mingyu mumbles, almost to himself, the camera going off to capture the image of the gaping ring of muscle, now wet with a layer of saliva. He rubs over the entrance, watching it contract and relax rhythmically, Wonwoo’s insides twisting with the need to get him inside.
“Mingyu, come on,” Wonwoo grits out, his knuckles turning white with the grip he has on the table. His cock is throbbing, pressed against the wood, so pent up with tension. He needs Mingyu. Needs him now.
“Lube, hyung,” Mingyu reminds him, squeezing his hip to get him to focus. “There's a bottle in that drawer. Can you reach it?”
Wonwoo practically yanks open the drawer, fumbling around the collection of toiletries until his fingers scrape across a small, travel sized bottle. He takes it in his sweaty palms, pushing his hand out to give it to Mingyu. “Here,” he huffs.
“Good job, hyung,” Mingyu plucks it out of his hand, the sound of the bottle uncapping making Wonwoo’s opening flutter like a conditioned response. “See, you should give yourself more credit.”
“W-What?” Wonwoo turns back, confused and a little delirious as he watches Mingyu drizzle the cold gel all over his fingers. “Oh!” His head falls forward as Mingyu pushes a digit past him in one swift motion.
“You can be good at following instructions when you need to be, Mr. Jeon.”
Wonwoo freezes.
“I thought teachers were supposed to be good with instructions, Mr. Jeon?”
“I’m good at giving them. Never said anything about being good at following them, Mingyu-ssi.”
His stomach lights aflame.
Mr. Jeon.
Save for their occasional banter, Wonwoo hasn’t heard Mingyu call him that in years, and to be addressed that way, while Mingyu has a finger stretching him open, it makes Wonwoo’s head spin.
“You’re so tight,” Mingyu’s voice is heavy with desire, pushing deep inside as Wonwoo clenches around him. “Can I add another? Gotta make sure I fit.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Wonwoo nods, hands forced into fists as they rest on the table, his cock twitching pathetically against his abdomen as the camera clicks once more.
With two fingers stuffed inside, Mingyu curls them, brushing against the sensitive spot that has Wonwoo moaning low and deep in his chest, his thighs shaking from the electricity that shoots up his spine. Mingyu continues to drive his fingers in and out, praises of so good and pretty scattered between the shuttering of the camera.
“Can’t wait to show you these later, you’ll see how well you take my fingers.”
Wonwoo pushes his ass back, chasing more and that’s when Mingyu deems him prepped enough. A soft, protesting whine falls from Wonwoo’s lips as he’s left empty and he turns his head back, immediately spotting Mingyu’s thick cock getting drenched in lube. He’s always been so thorough. Since day one.
He hisses as the head presses against his rim, the cold gel making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His fingers dig into his palm as Mingyu rubs over his entrance, not prodding past, but just grazing.
“Do you always have to tease?” Wonwoo grits through clenched teeth.
“You wouldn’t be asking me that if you knew how fucking hot it is to watch your hole flutter like this,” Mingyu responds with a wicked grin, teasing the entrance with his tip. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“Then take a picture, Mingyu-yah,” Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek, patience starting to wane. “It’ll last longer.”
“Gladly.”
Click.
It’s followed by a guttural moan, the sound of both of their pleasured cries as Mingyu finally pushes past, Wonwoo opening his walls for him. “Oh god, Wonwoo hyung. I’ll never get tired of this,” Mingyu sucks in a breath, abdomen clenched tight as he squeezes himself all the way into the hilt.
Wonwoo shares the sentiment. He doesn’t quite ever get used to the feeling of Mingyu splitting him open, nestling himself so deep inside his body that it feels like he can feel him in his stomach, feel the head of his cock stabbing at his lungs.
No matter how many times they do it, they still have to wait for Wonwoo to adjust to his size, for his muscles wrap around him like a warm embrace instead of a gripping vice. And this time, it’s hell for them both, so eager and high strung.
“Fuck…” Mingyu swears under his breath, pushing up the back of Wonwoo’s shirt so he gets a full view of his ass. “You take it so well, hyung,” he says, wondrous. His fingertips skim over Wonwoo’s lower back, body arching at the fleeting contact. “That’s it,” Mingyu, shifts Wonwoo’s body a little. “Looks so hot.”
The sound of the camera going off has Wonwoo burying his face between his propped arms, embarrassment and arousal clawing at his skin. His moan is muffled against the hard wood as Mingyu draws himself back, only to plunge back in with precision, tapping right at his prostate.
“Mph, Mingyu,” Wonwoo moans. “Right there, yes, fuck…” His toes curl, the pleasure mounting in his gut making his body twist.
Mingyu’s hips slap against Wonwoo’s ass as he picks up the pace. He takes another picture, admiring the way Wonwoo stretches wide around his cock, taking him in with ease. “God, wish I could get the sound of your voice too,” He gives a particularly firm thrust, pulling a lewd moan out of Wonwoo. It makes him chuckle. “You sound so fucking sexy, hyung,” He ruts against the bundle of nerves. “Let me film you next time, please.”
“N-Next time,” Wonwoo promises him, pushing down another moan.
“Love you, hyung,” Mingyu leans forward, chest against Wonwoo’s back and his cock burying deep, deep inside. “You’re the best.”
An electronic melody rings from behind Wonwoo.
“Shit,” Mingyu stills his hips. “Camera’s dead.”
Ideally, they should’ve charged it up before its first use, but the heat of the moment had grappled Wonwoo so tightly, that it was the last thing on his mind.
“It’s okay,” Mingyu says, a gentle clank as he sets the camera down somewhere in front of Wonwoo. He slides himself out of Wonwoo, pushing him onto the bed with the soft thud of his back. “Now, I can fuck you properly.”
“Ah!” Wonwoo gasps as Mingyu spreads him wide apart with hands under his knees, his cock slipping into him smoothly, like they were made to fit together, a lock and key.
He stays true to his word, fucking into Wonwoo earnestly, body jerking up the bed with every firm thrust of Mingyu’s hips, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. Wonwoo fists the bedsheets, his thighs shaking in the air as Mingyu holds them up, the fire behind his eyes captivating.
The sounds echoing through the room are obscene, skin slapping and wet squelches, but maybe the dirtiest thing that comes is what Mingyu says next.
“Ha, you should let me fuck you like this more often.”
“Like…like what?” Wonwoo pants, his cock slapping against his stomach and leaving a trail of precome.
“With your tie and your glasses,” Mingyu smooths a palm over the swell of Wonwoo’s chest, pushing his shirt back to reveal a perky bud, “with your shirt like this.”
He rolls the nub between his fingers, Wonwoo’s back curving off the bed.
“Looks like I’m fucking Mr. Jeon and it’s turning me on like crazy.”
Wonwoo’s cheeks burn with heat. “God, Mingyu you’re filthy,” he mutters, throwing an arm over his face, hiding the embarrassment in the crook of his elbow.
“S’true, I’ve thought about that too,” Mingyu admits, continuously pushing deep inside of Wonwoo. “Do you know how often Jeonghan hyung tells me of students having a crush on you?”
Damn it, Yoon Jeonghan.
“You’re every students’ dream, hyung. Gorgeous face and deep voice, I don’t blame them.”
“Does it bother you?” Wonwoo peeks out from under his arm.
The smirk that Mingyu gives him sends a chill down to his bones. “Why should it?” He leans close, removing Wonwoo’s arm completely and hovering inches from his face. “Why should it bother me when you’re all mine?”
He drags a hot tongue over Wonwoo’s neck.
“Every inch of you.”
A firm roll of his hips.
“All mine.”
Wonwoo’s eyes squeeze shut, heat bursting all over his core. “God, Mingyu, I’ll come—oh…”
Mingyu’s lips tug up into a pleased grin as he braces himself on his arms, plunging into Wonwoo with fierce, rapid movements. “We should have some fun in your office, hyung,” he grunts, hips pistoning forward, a hand wrapping around Wonwoo’s cock. “I’d love for everyone to know what their favourite professor gets up to in his free time.”
Wonwoo pulses in Mingyu’s hands as he jerks him off, a familiar tightness and heat firing up his cock and making him writhe against the sheets. His fingers dig so hard into Mingyu’s arm that it leaves crescents.
“If you’re not careful, they’d hear you, hyung,” Mingyu flicks the slit. “They’d know all about how deep your moans are, how hot you sound when you call out my name.”
And as if trying to prove a point, Wonwoo cries out Mingyu’s name, a wrecked sound that signals the floodgates bursting open and his cock shooting out, painting his stomach, his chest, even his tie, in hot ropes of come.
Mingyu smiles at the sight, his cock seemingly growing larger, shoving against Wonwoo’s walls, sensitive from the aftershocks of his release as he eagerly chases his own. He holds himself up on his palms, eyes hooded as they hold Wonwoo’s gaze. “Love you, hyung,” he says, frantically rolling his hips. “I’m—I’m so close.”
Wonwoo throws his arms around Mingyu’s neck, pulling him flush against his body to hold him close and stop himself from floating away. His legs wind around his back, threatening to slip off the smooth fabric of Mingyu’s shirt. “Keep going,” he replies, voice hoarse. “Don’t stop until it’s in me.”
A groan comes from Mingyu, dropping right into the small space between their mouths. He fucks into Wonwoo harder.
“I bet you’d like it,” Wonwoo pants, “Mr. Jeon fucked full of your cum.”
Mingyu jerks, his cock throbbing inside Wonwoo before he pours out all the pent up arousal, painting his walls with his hot release, making the latter feel impossibly full. He goes bonelessly when Wonwoo tugs him down into a kiss, lazily licking into his mouth, nails scratching at the base of his neck. His mouth falls open, a warm exhale fanning over Mingyu’s lips when he feels the softening length inside of him jostling, Mingyu fucking the cum deeper.
He only stops when Wonwoo whimpers, the oversensitivity of it all starting to border on too much. Though he still mourns it when Mingyu carefully pulls out of him, his seed slowly beginning to trickle out. Mingyu gets Wonwoo out of all his clothes before tackling his own disheveled state, their naked bodies curling together as they cover themselves with the comforter.
“That was incredible, hyung,” Mingyu says, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
Wonwoo smiles, catching his lips instead. “I’m glad,” he responds after pulling away. He startles when he feels a finger slide between the crevice of his ass.
“Wish I could’ve gotten a picture of this though.”
“Then go charge the camera,” Wonwoo’s voice carries notes of amusement. “We’re off until New Years, remember?”
Mingyu practically scrambles out of the bed, tugging on cords to plug the device up.
Wonwoo’s in the shower when he hears the faint shout of Mingyu’s voice from the other side of the door, blending in with the rain of water on the ceramic tiles.
“Hyung, it’s on! Hurry, I want to look at them together!”