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Wooyoung .
It always starts with Wooyoung.
Don’t get Mingi wrong, he loves Wooyoung to death and beyond, but sometimes, sometimes , that man needs to keep his mouth shut.
Like now, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi are all sitting around Seonghwa’s coffee table, one or two drinks away from being on the right side of drunk. Wooyoung has long since slumped against Seonghwa, whining about something incoherently.
Mingi is somewhere between Wooyoung and Seonghwa on the level of drunk , close enough to where he is ready to spill all of his secrets to his group of friends.
“All I’m saying, is that I know that San fucks dirty,” Wooyoung slurs, alcohol weighing heavily on his tongue. There is a heavy chorus of jeers.
Yeosang pipes up, “And how would you know that, Wooyoung ?” he pokes Wooyoung, who lets out a shriek, slapping the older, “You don’t have any experience with him.” Wooyoung slaps him again.
The group erupts in laughter, causing Wooyoung to pout and hit Seonghwa weakly to get him to stop.
“Yah! You guys are so mean,” he whines, “ Mom~ make them stop.” Wooyoung grabs onto Seonghwa harder and the older pats his head placatingly.
“Okay, okay, that's enough,” Seonghwa says, quieting the group down.
Mingi sighs, rolling his eyes as he clumsily pours himself another shot of soju, getting a majority of the sweet alcohol on his hand and on the table. He hears Seonghwa whine about the spilled liquid as he takes the shot, feeling dizzy and flushed.
Wooyoung huffs, “But I am serious guys! Who do you think fucks the dirtiest amongst the others who aren’t here? And, we can confirm two of them,” Wooyoung finishes, wiggling his eyebrows at Seonghwa and Yeosang.
Mingi scoffs, trying to pour himself another drink. He is definitely not drunk enough to be having this conversation.
He got most of it in his mouth, swallowing the peach flavored liquid before saying, “We all know Hongjoong hyung fucks rough, I mean we all have heard Seonghwa and him through the walls.”
This causes the group to erupt into laughter, Wooyoung collapsing onto Seonghwa’s shoulders in a fit of drunken giggles, and Yeosang spills his drink as he slaps Mingi on the back.
“Yah! Respect your elders Mingi!” Seonghwa says, reaching over the table to swat at Mingi, who tries to get away from the elder, giggling in his drink.
Mingi makes a kissy face at Seonghwa, “ Awww , don’t be mad, Mom, we see all the marks that Dad gives you anyways, it's not like its a secret,” Seonghwa sighs, leaning back, his face is flushed from the attention, that, or he is drunk like the rest of them.
Mingi cannot tell.
Wooyoung lets out a hum of agreement, “It definitely is not a secret hyung! But I want to know for the others, like…if Yunho fucks hard?”
That makes Mingi choke on his own spit. Yeosang spills more of his drink onto Mingi’s lap as he slaps the younger’s back to stop him from choking.
It makes him choke more.
Mingi does not want to think about his best friend in that way. It has already been hard enough to keep his feelings to himself when he is with Yunho, much less thinking about how he fucks.
Seonghwa passes him a glass of water that he downs, breathing deeply to catch his breath, croaking out a small ‘thank you’ to Seonghwa.
“Anyway~” Wooyoung brushes past Mingi’s near death, “I just want to know! Yunho is so nice, but I bet he is just so rough in bed, I mean have you seen those tattoos?!?.”
Mingi has.
Oh, Mingi definitely has.
Ever since Yunho has gotten tattoos a few years ago, it takes a lot of self restraint on Mingi’s part to not drool every time that inked skin is revealed from under dark leather. All Mingi wants to do is lick where ink meets skin, feel the warmth underneath his tongue, to feel his heartbeat through the veins running under skin and ink.
Mingi has caught himself staring a little too hard at where Yunho’s muscle bulges through his tattoos, he could be doing literally anything remotely unsexy and Mingi still finds himself soaking his panties, squirming in his chair, squeezing his legs together, to make sure that Yunho wouldn’t realize.
It makes their weekly movie nights hard to cope with. It usually ends up with Mingi fingering himself into overstimulation under his sheets, moaning Yunho’s name like he doesn’t have neighbors, and waking up the next morning covered in dry cum and guilt.
Yeosang pipes up next, “Wooyoung definitely has a point, that man is a dancer, he probably has enough stamina to go all night long,” he looks at Mingi knowingly.
“Right?! C’mon Mingi, what do you think?” Wooyoung asks eagerly, lifting his head up from where it was permanently perched on Seonghwa’s shoulders.
Mingi looks at Seonghwa for help. He knows the older will help him get out of this, himself and Seonghwa have a deeper connection! Surely the elder will bail him out of thinking about Yunho fucking him through the mattress.
But when his eyes meet Seonghwa’s, the elder just gives a teasing smile back.
You know what? Screw Park Seonghwa.
And screw Wooyoung!
“Well Minki?” Wooyoung asks, a teasing glint present in his shining eyes and voice. It makes Mingi want to slap him.
Even in his drunken state, Mingi can feel his face heat up with the attention of the question. Yeosang is also looking intently at Mingi, he can feel all of their eyes on him as he hesitates to answer the question.
“I don’t know guys, he is too nice,” Mingi answers after a long pause, not totally believing his answer, but also not thinking that it is wrong, “I mean, he is too much of a gentleman, I don't think that he would be rough.”
Mingi’s face is definitely on fire, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol.
Everyone looks at Mingi, studying him with drunken eyes.
“Well you heard it here first folks,” Wooyoung says, picking up a half drunk bottle of soju, “Mingi thinks that Yunho doesn’t fuck hard, but I think the opposite!” He tries down the rest of the bottle, Seonghwa grabs it from him before he finishes.
Once Seonghwa wrestles the bottle out of Wooyoung’s grip he adds, “I agree with Wooyoung – shocking I know – but I also think that Yunho is different in bed then what he is in public.”
Wooyoung cheers.
E tu Seonghwa, E tu?
Mingi looks at Seonghwa in disbelief, he turns to Yeosang, looking for someone who would be on his side, but the older just shrugs and nods his head.
The traitor.
“Well I am sticking with my answer! No way he would be rough, I think that he would be a gentle lover,” Mingi says with finality, pouring himself one more shot and knocking it back to shield himself from seeing his friend’s knowing gazes.
Thankfully, they drop the subject of Yunho, giving Mingi the space to calm his mind down from thinking about Yunho.
The night goes on like that, with Wooyoung moaning about how hot San is, and how he wants to ‘climb him like a tree and never come down,’ Wooyoung’s way with words always amazes Mingi.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
And that’s how the idea is planted in Mingi’s mind.
Not like he hasn’t thought of Yunho fucking him six ways to Sunday, holding him down through the mattress until there was nothing left on Mingi’s mind but the older’s name slipping from his tongue, but there was a certain line that he didn’t let himself cross, and it was all shattered thanks to Wooyoung.
So, screw Wooyoung.
The idea is planted so deeply in his head, that it is the last thing that Mingi thinks of before falling asleep, and the first thing in the morning when he wakes up.
So much so that he has been so unbelievably horny for the past few days, not even cumming can take the edge off. It is like a constant hum underneath his skin, like it is in his blood, spreading out through his veins, making it impossible to concentrate on anything other than that heat.
This continues until Friday, which is Mingi and Yunho’s weekly movie night.
The elder insisted on taking Mingi out for dinner, claiming that it was good to get out once in a while, not just eating takeout on Yunho’s couch while they watch a movie that Mingi has been meaning to see.
Mingi realizes that he needs to not get his hopes up, it is just a friendly dinner, nothing romantic going on in the slightest, but he cannot help that his heart beats triple time when thinking about going out to dinner with Yunho.
Although he knows that he will be lazing around on Yunho’s couch later on in the night, Mingi spends a lot of time picking out his outfit, not just an oversized hoodie and some sweats as he normally does, he feels the need to look pretty , for Yunho to think that he is pretty.
Mingi settles on a soft white sweater and a pleated pink skirt, loving the way that the sweater hugs his shoulders sinfully and how the skirt frills out flirtatiously with every swing of his hips.
He finishes off the outfit with thick white leg warmers and pink mary janes, loving the cute strawberry motif on the buckle of the patent leather.
Oh, Yunho is going to just die .
Checking the time on his phone, Mingi sees Yunho’s ‘ Almost there ’ text, feeling the butterflies bouncing around his stomach, lungs, heart, and any other vital organ they can migrate to. Mingi settles down on his vanity, opting to put on light makeup.
As Mingi is finishing up his eyeliner, there is a knock at the door, the giddy butterflies taking flight again as he yells, “Come in Yunho!” He hears Yunho’s key in the lock and some shuffling as the older takes off his shoes and heads further in the apartment towards Mingi’s room.
Thank god Wooyoung is out tonight, not wanting to see his knowing look as he heads out with Yunho.
There is another knock at Mingi’s room door, causing him to giggle at the polite action, “It’s open Yunho,” Mingi says, putting on some lip gloss as a final touch.
“Hello Princess,” Yunho greets as he ducks into the room, eyes tracing the floor before finding its way up Mingi’s legs, eyes falling on Mingi’s outfit before coming up to his face. He feels the way that Yunho’s gaze drags up his form, feeling a little smug at the notion of being checked out.
“Hi Yunnie!” Mingi stands to grab his bag, making sure he has everything he needs for the night, “how do I look?” Mingi spins around, letting the soft material of the skirt fan out, leaving him enough modesty to keep people guessing.
A smile breaks out onto Yunho’s face, one that will cause anyone with eyesight to fall for the man, “You look gorgeous, Princess,” he says sincerely, almost reverently.
Mingi has to look away, the flush on his cheeks is burning to the point of uncomfort, “Ready to head out?” Mingi says, wanting to take the attention off of him, hopefully playing off his heated face, praying that Yunho didn’t notice all that much.
“Of course!” Yunho smiles at Mingi again, reaching for the younger’s bag and slinging it over his shoulders before holding the door open for Mingi, ushering him through it with a hand at the small of Mingi’s back, so close to the sliver of skin that peeks out between his sweater and his skirt.
The anticipation of Yunho’s warm hand touching that small piece of skin has Mingi’s hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end, wanting, waiting. Yet never happens as he drops his hand at the front door to put on his shoes.
Yunho leads Mingi out to the front of the apartment complex walking side by side until they come across Yunho’s sleek black motorcycle, the shine of the paint reflects the evening sun.
Yunho unlocks the seat storage, trading Mingi’s bag for Mingi’s helmet, “Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t realize you were going to be wearing a skirt today, shouldn’t have brought the bike,” Yunho laments, eyeing Mingi’s skirt with a glint of hunger in his eyes, or it is just Mingi’s wishful thinking.
“Ah! It’s okay Yunnie! I can just go back and change,” Mingi says, with a small smile, a slight drop of disappointment running through him at the thought of changing his outfit. Turning around to head back to the lobby of the apartment building.
Yunho groans, catching Mingi’s hand, “No, Princess, you look amazing, I should’ve thought about it more. Just make sure that you tuck the skirt underneath your cute butt as we are riding, I don’t want anyone else to see it,” Yunho places the extra helmet in Mingi’s hands, as the younger sputters at the possessive words.
Yunho flashes a smile at Mingi before grabbing his own helmet.
It causes Mingi to flash back to what Wooyoung said the Saturday before. All horny thoughts rush through Mingi, causing him to rub his thighs together slightly, flush staining his ears and cheeks crimson.
Mingi slides his helmet onto his head to hide the blush from Yunho, hoping he didn't notice. He leaves the pink straps of the helmet loose, flipping the visor up.
As Yunho is putting on his own helmet, Mingi has the chance to admire the elder.
With hair that is swept out of his face and an all black attire that consists of a black button up shirt that sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, showing off swirling red and black tattoos, and tight black slacks that hug Yunho’s thigh muscles, Mingi knows that this night is going to be hard.
In more ways than one.
Yunho’s fingers find their way to the straps of Mingi’s helmet, deftly securing the strap, giving the helmet a knock before reaching for his own strap, which Mingi swats away, giggling at Yunho’s affronted gasp, to secure the strap himself.
“Ready to go, Princess?” Yunho asks as Mingi drops his hands from Yunho’s helmet, letting his hands rest on Yunho’s shoulders, rubbing the silky material of his shirt.
Warm hands find their way to Mingi’s hips, squeezing, bringing the younger closer. Mingi’s skirt hikes up just enough to feel the breeze on his upper thighs, causing him to blush, reaching up to slap Yunho’s visor down, causing the man to let go, taken aback by the sudden change.
“Hey!”
Mingi giggles again, the sweet sound is like music in the air, “Yes Yunnie! Let's get dinner!”
Yunho swings his long leg over the bike, straddling it before helping Mingi on, helping the younger find his balance as he settles onto the seat.
Mingi makes sure his skirt is tucked underneath him before settling in, securing his arms around the older’s middle, blushing as he feels the hard planes of Yunho’s abs tensing.
The engine comes to life and the motorcycle purrs beneath them.
Mingi has always loved riding with Yunho, the freeing feeling of flying down the road always sets Mingi’s nerves alight. He has never felt the need to do things that are dangerous, but riding with Yunho was the exception.
He also liked having an excuse to snuggle up to Yunho, feeling the hard planes of his back as he drives.
The older revs the engine a couple of times before they are speeding off with Mingi clinging onto him for dear life.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Dinner was lovely.
Yunho was the perfect gentleman the entire night, pulling Mingi’s chair out for him, being attentive to whatever Mingi was saying, calling him princess, and paying for the bill when it arrived.
This just solidified that Wooyoung was wrong, Yunho is too gentle and sweet to be rough and dominating in bed.
Mingi stands by that.
But in the back of his mind, there was something nagging. Mingi was the type of person to not take things at face value, he was an overthinker at heart, and oftentimes needed reassurance due to his mind jumping to conclusions.
Although he is pretty sure that he is correct in his assumption about Yunho in bed, there is something inside of him that was begging for him to confirm.
Curiosity killed the cat, blah blah, Mingi wanted to know for sure.
It all came to a head when they arrived back at Yunho’s place after dinner, with Mingi all but flinging himself onto Yunho’s plush couch, snuggling into the blankets thrown around haphazardly..
Yunho is currently in his bedroom, putting away his bike gear, mentioning washing up before joining Mingi in the living room to start their movie night.
He feels his phone vibrate underneath him, trying to fish it out from the blanket mound without fully standing up. He unlocks his phone, and an unread message from Wooyoung flashes at him.
Wooyoungie ♡:
HAVE FUN AT MOVIE NITE W/ YUN! USE PROTECTION!
Mingi scoffs and rolls his eyes at the message from the younger, locking his phone before placing it on the table in front of him.
“Who was that?” Mingi hears from above him, whipping his head to see Yunho walking around the couch, flopping down on the floor in front of Mingi.
Mingi places his hand on top of Yunho’s head, ruffling the soft hair, “It was just Wooyoung, nothing really important.”
“Ah,” Yunho shifts his head to look at Mingi over his shoulder, causing the younger’s hand to fall to his nape, “He finally confess his feelings to San?”
Mingi lets out a less than attractive snort, “Pfft, no. For how much Woo talks, he is all bark and no bite.”
“Well for how much I hear him talk about jumping poor San, I can see that,” Yunho chuckles, reaching forward for the remote sitting on the coffee table.
The younger looks at Yunho, contemplating his next words. The nervous feeling is stuck somewhere between his heart and his mouth, making the syllables a little more difficult to bring up.
“Well, Woo was talking the other night,” Mingi starts.
“What's new?” Yunho mumbles absentmindedly, flipping through movies that they could watch , causing Mingi to giggle.
Yunho looks proud of himself as he looks back at Mingi on the couch.
“Anyway, what I was saying is,” Mingi feels that slight jump in his stomach, the butterflies return, threatening to come up through his esophagus, “Woo believes that you, u-um, that you are rough in bed,” Mingi finishes in a whisper, face burning at the thought.
Yunho looks at him, perplexed, “What was that last part, princess?”
Mingi blushes more at the pet name, the feeling of that name against his skin causes something inside of him to erupt, the connotation to Mingi is different now.
“Well,” Mingi mumbles, “Woo thought that you are rough in bed, but I don’t believe that!” Mingi finishes, hands up in defense, “You are too nice!”
To Yunho’s credit, he doesn't even blink at the outburst, he just continues looking at Mingi like it is normal, “So… how did this come up?”
Mingi falters for a moment, the look that Yunho is giving him is something dark and hungry, a little bit curious, but still open. It makes Mingi feel like he is going to cry.
“I dunno,” Mingi’s face seems like it will perpetually be on fire, he is continuously avoiding eye contact, “we were talking about… stuff.”
Yunho raises an eyebrow, “Stuff, huh?”
Mingi nods, his sheepish look is dampened by how much he is blushing.
“And Princess, do tell, what was this ‘ stuff ’ that you were talking about?” Yunho’s voice deepens a register, Mingi was doomed from the start.
Mingi picks at the hem of his skirt, avoiding eye contact as much as possible with the man sitting on the floor, knowing that sooner or later he will have to answer the question.
“Hmm?” Yunho asks, placing a hand on Mingi’s to get him to look up.
“U-uhm, we were talking about who fucks d-dirty,” Mingi relents, his hands stilling under Yunho’s bigger ones, “But! I told them that I thought that you are nice and gentle in bed, like you are normally.”
Yunho looks at Mingi, “Interesting.”
His face gives nothing, Mingi can't tell if he is mad, happy, offended, or just weirded out by his best friend and friend group speculating on how he gets his dick wet.
Ugh. Mingi is such a fool, why would he bring it up? Now it will just be awkward the rest of the night. He is better off just leaving early and promptly passing away as soon as he steps out of Yunho’s door, willing all his worldly possessions to Joongie and Hwa-hyung.
Mingi looks back down at his hands, his hairs standing up at the feeling of Yunho’s one caressing his knuckles.
“I-interesting?” Mingi questions, “what is interesting?”
“That you think I am like that in bed. Have you been thinking about it?” Yunho asks, voice rough and eyes dark. His demeanor shift has Mingi reeling, feeling like a deer caught in the jaws of a lion.
Mingi ignores the question, “So you’re not rough..?” he looks up, Yunho smirks back tauntingly.
It is unfair how handsome Yunho is, Mingi always feels as if he is at a disadvantage when looking at the older.
“Would you like to find out?”
Mingi’s eyes widen, eyes snapping up to Yunho's, making sure that this isn’t just a joke that he cannot play off, because yes, he wants to find out so badly now.
Yunho just smirks back at the younger, eyes traveling down from his face to where his hands are resting. Squeezing Mingi’s hand in reassurance.
He pulls his hand away and Mingi immediately feels the loss.
Mingi quickly grabs Yunho’s hand again, holding it delicately between his own, nodding at the proposition.
Yunho looks at Mingi, raising an eyebrow, “Words princess, I need to hear you say ‘yes.’”
Mingi sits up, thighs squeezing together in shame and arousal at Yunho’s need for consent, the demand for Mingi to speak up and tell him what he wants.
“Y-yes,” Mingi says in a small voice, hands fidgeting with Yunho’s bigger one.
Yunho abruptly stands up, not giving Mingi a chance to question where he is going before picking Mingi up bridal style.
Mingi squeals, quickly wrapping his arms around Yunho’s neck for support as the elder swiftly walks out of the living room.
Yunho beelines to his room and kicks the door shut behind him, depositing Mingi on the bed, the sheets crumpling under his weight. His skirt rides up slightly from the movement, and Yunho’s eyes snap to the freshly exposed skin.
Yunho slides his hands up from Mingi’s calves, all the way up until the end of the skirt. He pauses, his eyes draping across Mingi’s form until he meets the gaze of the younger.
Mingi feels hot, burning up like water on a hot skillet, that sizzling sensation buzzing underneath his skin.
Shifting underneath Yunho’s fingers, Mingi tries to get his hands to move, to venture further, to rip off his skirt and ravish him until the next life. He squirms more, shifting down on the bed, the weight of Yunho’s hands causing him to go crazy.
“Yunho, h-hurry up!” Mingi cries out, eyes meeting the ones above him, gaze sharp, hungry, letting Mingi know that he has no control.
His hands squeeze the plush flesh and Mingi’s eyes almost roll back at the pressure, letting out a quiet moan, shuddering at the touch. He feels the wetness become uncomfortable in his panties.
Raising an eyebrow, Yunho looks down at the younger and Mingi brings his hands up to shield his face from Yunho’s knowing gaze.
“Now, Mingi, is that anyway to ask for something that you want? Hmm?” Yunho squeezes Mingi’s thigh again, bringing one hand up to brush Mingi’s hair back, fingers dancing on Mingi’s own.
He grips Mingi’s wrist, prying his hand off of his face and pinning it, consequently pressing Mingi down on the sheets as well.
Mingi turns his head in embarrassment, refusing to look up at Yunho. Knowing full well that he put himself in this position.
Fuck, his face must be redder than Wooyoung’s hair, he can feel the flush travel down his neck and through his clavicles, settling somewhere deep in his navel, hopefully where something else will be nestled soon.
Yunho lets go of the thigh that he was gripping, ghosting his hand up the length of Mingi’s body until reaching his jaw, gripping it tightly, turning the younger’s head to meet his gaze.
Mingi averts his eyes, causing Yunho to grip harder.
“Look at me,” Yunho demands, Mingi falters at the tone. Every fiber in his body is screaming at him to obey, to look up, but he fights against it, the embarrassment and lust fueling this defiance.
“Interesting.”
Mingi finally looks up when Yunho lets go of his face, panicking as he feels Yunho completely remove himself from on top of him.
He scrambles up the bed at the look that Yunho gives him, wanting to put some distance between them, or else he is sure that he will spontaneously combust.
“Princess,” Yunho starts, putting a knee on the edge of the bed, as if he was ready to pounce and just take, “listen or this will stop now.”
Mingi’s eyes widen at the thought of even stopping, “No! I don’t want to stop!”
“Then listen.”
The younger’s mouth snaps shut, as he looks up at the looming figure above him.
“We will use the traffic-light system, okay Princess?” Yunho states more than anything, placing a hand on the bed beside Mingi’s hip, leaning into Mingi’s space.
Mingi nods frantically, rubbing his thighs together, trying to get stimulation on his aching clit and soaked pussy.
Yunho looks down at the action, glaring down at the younger to stop the action.
“I need to hear you say it back to me,” Yunho demands, tone slightly softer than a moment ago.
Mingi nods again, “Green, good. Yellow, slow. Red, hard stop. Please Yunnie, please!”
Yunho doesn’t waste any time getting his hands back on Mingi, grabbing an ankle and tugging harshly, causing the younger to be dragged down the sheets, the rough action rucking up his skirt and sweater, yelping as he loses balance on his arms. Revealing tantalizing expanses of skin.
He leans over Mingi, the heat between them is cloying and sticks to Mingi harshly as he awaits his fate. Yunho leans down, a breath between them, he speaks softly. So softly that Mingi has a hard time hearing him over his own heartbeat.
“I’ve been waiting for this.”
He completes the distance, lips brushing. Chaste, sweet, before heat consumes both. Yunho is forceful, licking along Mingi’s bottom lip, nipping and sucking.
All Mingi can do is take it.
Greedily he brings his hands to cradle Yunho’s jaw, deepening the kiss, letting Yunho’s tongue explore his mouth as his hands explore his body.
Yunho kisses as he does everything, with passion, finesse, and a hint of impatience. Mingi is swept up in the feeling, the weight of the older’s body pressed against his own, his roaming hands, squeezing, groping, all the skin that he can get his hands on.
Mingi is overwhelmed.
The hairs on Mingi’s neck stand as goosebumps erupt across his skin wherever Yunho’s grips, shuddering at the possessive hands.
Yunho pulls away from the kiss, the air rushes back to Mingi, making him lightheaded, but still wanting to chase the feeling of Yunho’s lips on his own.
He whines for Yunho to come back down, to continue to show Mingi what he has been missing throughout their decade of knowing each other.
Pulling the older back down, Mingi nips at his lips, Yunho smirks at the younger’s eagerness.
Yunho trails his hands up Mingi’s sweater, pausing at the feeling of metal.
Mingi moans into his mouth at the feeling of pressure on his nipples, the metal digging into his skin.
Yunho pulls away, causing Mingi to chase him, his eyes closed in bliss, not seeing the starving look on Yunho’s face.
“Baby,” Yunho says, breath sucked in, rucking up Mingi’s sweater to his chin. His suspicions have been proven, as he sees heart shaped rings encasing Mingi’s nipples, the color of the gems rival that of his flushed skin.
Mingi opens his eyes in confusion, before realization suddenly dawns on him. He quickly releases Yunho’s neck in favor of covering his chest in embarrassment.
How could he forget that he got his nipples pierced? Well, to be fair on Mingi’s part, he and Wooyoung got them together on a wild night of dares and spontaneity, where both of them forgot what happened the night before, waking up to his nipples stinging and a text from Yunho telling him to take painkillers and to drink a lot of water.
It is definitely his favorite piercing and his favorite piece of jewelry that he owns, loving how cute the pink hearts are.
He forgot that he had them on, but maybe, just maybe, unconsciously he wanted Yunho to catch a glimpse of them.
“Oh my g-god!” Mingi holds his hands over them, bringing his knees up as well.
“Princess.”
Mingi’s eyes snap up to Yunho’s. The feeling in the pit of his stomach increases tenfold as he looks up at the elder.
Yunho pries Mingi’s hands away from his chest, forcing them down onto the sheets next to his head, “color?”
Mingi immediately responds, “Green, so green.”
He wastes no time bringing his head down to the younger’s chest, lapping at the pebbled nipple like he is a dog starving for water.
Yunho exhales hard, “You are trying to kill me, Princess.”
Mingi shudders at the feeling of the older’s hot, wet tongue against the heated metal, poking at his skin in the most addicting way.
“Ah!”
Yunho doesn’t stop, nor does Mingi want him to. The initial embarrassment of Yunho finding out his dirty little secret melts into arousal as Yunho starts to suck and bite, littering the expanse of Mingi’s otherwise flawless skin, into a reminder of who his pleasure is from.
“P-please, Yunnie,” Mingi begs.
He doesn't know why, for Yunho to touch him more? To take off his clothes? Maybe all of the above.
Yunho seems to understand something, as he sucks harshly one last time, leaving a deep red mark to accompany the others right above Mingi’s heart.
“Begging already baby?” Yunho taunts, breath ghosting over Mingi’s rib cage.
He sits up on his haunches and grabs the bottom of Mingi’s sweater, pulling it off roughly before throwing it somewhere, his fingers flying to the buttons of his own shirt before Mingi can complain about it.
Throwing it off in haste, Yunho goes back down and Mingi moans at the hot skin-to-skin contact.
Yunho rubs his still clothed erection on the wet spot of Mingi’s panties, causing both to let out moans, Mingi’s high pitched and breathy to Yunho’s low and wounded.
Pecking Mingi on his kiss-swollen lips one last time before traveling down to the tempting lines of Mingi’s neck, Yunho brings one hand down between Mingi’s thighs to rub at his hardened clit.
Mingi is going to go insane, the dual sensations of Yunho cause his eyes to roll back at a particularly mean nudge against his clit and a harsh suck underneath his jaw. His pussy gushes out more slick, so much that he swears that he is wetting Yunho’s sheets underneath him.
His eyes prick with tears, already threatening to fall over his waterline.
Mewling at the sensation, Mingi feels lightheaded as Yunho brings his fingers up to where they can both see the evidence of Mingi’s arousal, the slick webbing between Yunho’s long fingers.
“You’re so wet, Princess,” Yunho groans before licking his fingers, and Mingi thinks he is just going to die at that very moment.
He flips up Mingi’s skirt, gripping the panties and just ripping. Mingi squeaks at the feeling of material ripping against his sensitive pussy, another wave of slick spurts out of him, adding to the puddle underneath him on the sheets.
“Y-Yunho!” Mingi exclaims, his face contorting into one of bratty annoyance, pulling down the hem of his skirt so Yunho cannot see his hairless pussy, “I liked those!” He huffs, his previous bashfulness forgotten at the loss of his panties.
“I think you like this more, Princess,” the older says, brushing his fingers through Mingi’s soaked folds, feeling the slick pool on his fingertips.
“Still though,” Mingi pouts.
Yunho throws the ruined material off the side of his bed, where Mingi will probably find it and complain more about it in the morning.
“I’ll buy you another one, hell, I’ll buy you 20 more,” Yunho says, grabbing Mingi’s hands where they are gripped onto his skirt, and putting them above his head, pressed into the sheets with one of Yunho’s large hands, “keep them there, Princess, if you don’t, I will stop.”
Mingi squeaks in response.
Yunho wastes no time, gripping Mingi’s plush thighs before manhandling his legs up and apart. Mingi’s pussy gushes more at being exposed to Yunho’s hungry eyes, fluttering at being empty.
The older quirks an eyebrow, as if asking Mingi a question.
Luckily, Mingi isn’t pleasure drunk yet, and lets out a quick, ‘green!’
He leans down, face level with Mingi’s hole, smirking at the younger between his legs, before licking a long stripe from hole to clit.
Mingi immediately clamps his legs together and wails at the sensation, the feeling of Yunho’s tongue zips up his spine, making his head all mushy. Yunho meanly grips his thighs again, pushing them open and dives back in, licking, sucking, and nipping at his slick and sensitive folds.
All Mingi can do is take the sensations as they come, crying out when Yunho sucks on his clit, moaning when Yunho nudges his tongue through his folds and deep into his hole, whimpering when Yunho nips and bites at the skin around, claiming it with deep red marks.
Yunho’s name melded onto Mingi’s tongue and mind, the only thing that he can think of.
The pleasure builds up slowly, and then releases all at once, before Mingi can comprehend, he is trembling from an orgasm, not even able to warn Yunho about it. He squirts, body clenching and thrashing through the sensation, drenching Yunho’s chin and chest with his release.
Mingi’s orgasm is universe shattering, he feels the heat burn through his nervous system, singing everything in its path. He blacks out for a moment, squealing and crying out as the waves keep on rolling through.
He shakes through mind-breaking pleasure as Yunho continues to eat him out like a starving man. Mingi goes limp as the final wave washes past him, the feeling of Yunhos’ tongue throws him into overstimulation, mewling and pushing weakly at Yunho’s head.
“Y-yun, s-stop, please,” Mingi begs through a moan, feeling that precipice build up in his stomach again. Yunho promptly stops, leaning back up to capture Mingi’s pouty lips in a kiss.
The younger moans into the kiss, tasting himself on Yunho’s tongue and lips, feeling the slide of his slick against their skin.
“Didn’t think that you’d be a squirter, Princess,” Yunho says breathless after breaking the kiss. Mingi whines and nuzzles into the pillow, turning his head to get away from Yunho’s cocky gaze.
Mingi’s hands roam down Yunho’s chest, aided by the glide of his release, he tries to memorize the dips and planes, just in case this is only for tonight.
His hands stop at the waistband of Yunho’s slacks, sliding gently beneath them with trembling fingers. Yunho exhales hard, gripping Mingi’s waist in a way that there surely will be marks in the shapes of Yunho’s fingers in the morning.
The younger looks back up at the older, loving the way that his chest rises and falls with each caress or scratch of Mingi’s hands.
Mingi removes his fingers, only for them to settle on Yunho’s belt, and looks up at the older with those shiny, pleading eyes.
“Go ahead, Princess,” Yunho allows, bringing his head back down to kiss along Mingi’s throat and chest, leaving marks in a trail where his lips have been.
Clumsily, Mingi undoes Yunho’s belt, sticky fingers trying to grip at the metal. Of course Yunho is unhelpful, as he continues to nip and suck at all the exposed skin on Mingi’s chest, rubbing circles onto Mingi’s nipples with his thumbs, scratching along the warmed up metal of the heart shaped rings, causing the younger to fumble with the belt buckle.
“P-please, Yunnie,” Mingi begs, arching up into the sensation on his chest.
Mingi whines as he paws at Yunho’s pants, belt halfway undone.
Yunho looks down, seeing Mingi’s fingers trying, “Awww, Princess can’t do it?” he taunts, gripping Mingi’s fingers in his own, “Gonna need me to do everything, huh?”
The younger turns into absolute mush at his words, still whining high in his throat for Yunho to help him with the belt.
Yunho makes quick work of his belt, slipping it out of the loops of his pants before dropping it off the edge of the bed.
Mingi drools at the dexterity of Yunho’s fingers, wanting to clench his thighs together, but getting stopped by Yunho’s hips.
Instead, Mingi tugs at the hem of his skirt again, shielding his sensitive pussy as Yunho undoes his pants, pulling out his cock.
And if Mingi was overwhelmed before, he will surely be fucked absolutely dumb, because holy shit, Yunho is massive.
Probably as long as Mingi’s forearm and just as thick as it, it is bigger than anything Mingi has taken. All of his dildos are average size, nothing compared to the monster hanging between his best friend's legs.
“Oh my god.”
All Yunho does is smirk.
The older grips his cock, pumping it a few times to catch the precum dribbling down the length, grumbling when he sees that Mingi covered up his pretty pink pussy again.
He flips the skirt back up, bringing one hand down to catch some slick before plunging two fingers deep within Mingi’s pussy, catching the man off guard.
Mingi squeals at the sensation, hands flying to grip at the comforter, fingers twisting to ground himself, not wanting to get swept up in the pleasure too soon.
Yunho finds his g-spot with terrifying accuracy, abusing the same bundle of nerves over and over. All Mingi can do is take it, moaning high and broken, whimpering out Yunho’s name like a prayer.
Another finger is added, and even then, Mingi can feel the stretch. Yunho’s fingers just reach so much further than his own, and the angle that he is at feels like heaven in his core. He scissors his fingers, still thrusting in and out.
“You’re so fucking tight,,” Yunho praises, “Good boy,” it hangs in the air above Mingi’s moans, spurring them on to become louder as Yunho adds a fourth finger, and Mingi gasps for air.
The pleasure is on the verge of being too much for Mingi’s body, as he twitches and squirms, feeling Yunho’s fingers reach deep. He feels the steady buildup of another impending orgasm, the dull ache from cumming only minutes before multiplies the effect, and Mingi pushes at Yunho’s wrist.
“Y-Yun, please! T-that’s enough!” Mingi cuts himself off with a moan, Yunho not even letting up a little.
He scoffs, “Princess, I’m just getting you ready,” he presses his length against Mingi’s thigh to emphasize the point.
“B-but!” Mingi pants out.
Yunho thrusts his fingers hard, as if he was trying to carve out the depths of Mingi, trying to reach his cervix, Mingi moans high and breathy as Yunho continues on, “You’re so pretty,” Yunho breathes out and that is what causes him to crash.
Everything feels like it is curling in on Mingi, the warmth centralizes at his core before exploding out, his back arches at the strength of his second release, he grips Yunho’s bedsheets, feeling like he is going to tear it.
A solid hand holds his hips down, keeping his fingers going as Mingi gushes out with his orgasm. It splashes against Yunho’s hand as the older continues to thrust his fingers in and out.
Mingi sees stars and the entire universe as he comes down from his high, sparks fly with each touch–gentle or otherwise–that Yunho presses against Mingi. He unconsciously twitches at random intervals, his body still trying to catch up to the sensations of two mind blowing orgasms in a row.
He thinks that he can hear Yunho cooing at him as he convulses, the whispered praise feeling like kisses along his skin.
Yunho removes his fingers as Mingi calms down, rubbing the insides of his thighs as he feels the tension of the orgasm leave the younger.
He sighs, “So, so pretty, Mingi,” eyes hungry as he watches Mingi’s chest stutter to find breaths.
Mingi thinks that he is going to explode if he doesn’t get Yunho’s cock in him at this very instant.
As he regains feeling in his legs, he wraps them around Yunho’s waist, trying to pull the older one closer to him, but it results in Mingi just dragging himself into the wet spot on the bed.
He squeaks at the sticky wet feeling on the sheets below him, and Yunho just laughs at his antics.
Yunho slides his hands under Mingi’s back and hauls him up, the younger letting out a high-pitched yelp at the motion, scrambling to hold on to Yunho.
“ Oh ! Yunho!” Mingi exclaims, fingernails digging into the broad plane of Yunho’s back.
Yunho’s hard cock brushes against Mingi’s clit, the slide of his juices cause them both to moan out, with Yunho dropping Mingi onto the dry side of the bed.
He grinds down onto Mingi’s pussy, the tip of his dick nudging harshly against Mingi’s hole and sliding up, hitting the bundle of nerves which causes Mingi to squeak out, thighs shaking around Yunho’s hips.
Mingi grabs Yunho’s cock, pressing it harder against himself, “Yunho, please, I need it,” he pushes harder, the tip of Yunho’s cock slips in, and both of them moan out at the feeling.
Yunho grabs Mingi’s hips in a white knuckled grip, halting Mingi’s squirming, “ Baby ,” Yunho moans out, “Just wait a second.”
Mingi panics as Yunho shifts as if he is leaving, so he wraps his legs around the older’s waist, trapping him between plush thighs, “Yunho, no, please,” Mingi whines out, pulling himself towards Yunho, grinding is pussy on Yunho’s hard cock.
“Princess, I need to get a condom,” Yunho explains, grabbing Mingi’s hips once more to move him, but Mingi stubbornly won’t budge.
Reaching between them, Mingi grabs Yunho’s length, guiding him back to his entrance, “Just put it in, please , I’m clean. I trust you,” he begs, slipping the head through his slick folds.
Yunho groans, “But, Princess, you don’t know if I am clean,” Yunho shifts his hips so his cock slips out, resting on Mingi’s stomach.
And, oh , it reaches deep, past Mingi’s belly button, stopping a couple of inches above.
“I trust you, Yunnie, you would never do anything to hurt me,” Mingi says, doe eyes filled with unshed tears from his earlier pleasure, he rubs along Yunho’s length, pressing it against the smooth skin of his stomach in anticipation of it fitting inside of him.
Yunho squeezes his eyes shut, gripping onto Mingi’s hips like it is the last thing that is grounding him to this earth–and maybe it is. Mingi is already too gone to care.
“Color, Princess?” Yunho breathes out, sliding his cock over Mingi’s pussy and stomach.
Mingi whines, feeling the stimulation on his oversensitive bundle of nerves, but he knows the answer, and what got him started in all of this, “green, Yunnie, just… please .”
Yunho lines up his cock at Mingi’s swollen entrance, head dipping into his folds as he slicks up the rest of him with Mingi’s juices.
He slowly slides in, careful of Mingi’s reactions, stopping when the younger moans out, “Is it okay, Princess?”
Mingi huffs in annoyance, even when getting stuffed full, he still is the spoiled princess that he has grown up to be, “More, Yunnie, please!” Mingi wiggles his hips down, trying to take more of the older man.
“Still so tight even after I fingered you,” Yunho marvels, feeling the resistance of Mingi’s entrance against the head of his cock.
Mingi huffs again, a cute pout graces his lips when he realizes that he cannot slide down and get what he wants, “I thought you were going to be rough,” he complains, his voice high pitched and whiny.
“Rough, yeah, but I don’t want to hurt you. I doubt this small pussy could take me in one go,” Yunho explains, hands gripping Mingi’s small waist, holding him back from sliding down more.
Mingi scoffs, “Cocky much? C’mon Yunnie, fuck me like you promised me,” he wiggles down more.
Instead of answering, Yunho slides in another inch, effectively wiping Mingi’s mind of his next bratty remark. His pussy spasms around the length, either welcoming it in or trying to push it out. The burn of it reminds Mingi of Yunho’s size.
Breathless moans fall from Mingi’s plump lips, and the younger would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so drunk on the feeling of Yunho’s thick cock.
“Hmmm? Is that all you need, Princess? A cock to fill you up, so that your pretty little mind goes blank?” Yunho mocks, bringing a hand up to Mingi’s mouth, caressing his bottom lip before he presses down, opening the younger’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue.
He presses down, trailing bites down Mingi’s neck, sucking on the parts that are not marked yet.
An indignant mewl slips from Mingi’s lips, frustrated tears slide down his flushed skin. Why isn’t Yunho just sliding in completely? Mingi relishes on the stretch, the feeling the next morning of a good fucking. Thighs trembling, pussy red and swollen. But Yunho won’t give that to him!
After another second of Yunho being still is all it takes for Mingi to flip them over, a surge of strength coming from his frustration. Yunho grunts at the change in position, back hitting the bed below in a quiet thump.
Mingi props himself up, cock still lodged in his pussy, almost slipping out, “I told you to hurry up!” Mingi whines brattily, “If I have to do it myself, I would've just brought a dildo!”
“So impatient, baby,” Yunho chuckles, loving the view of Mingi’s sweaty form, panting from the strength it took to move Yunho. His skirt blocks the view of his pussy, so Yunho lifts up the bottom of the skirt, tucking it into the waistband, not wanting to miss anything.
Mingi looks absolutely wrecked, love bites adorning his neck and chest, flush spreading down from his cheeks, coloring his delicate clavicles. His hair is mussed from writhing around the sheets from the orgasms that Yunho pulled out of him moments prior. Pussy all swollen red and on display, slick leaking out and running down the younger’s thighs, Yunho thinks that he has died and gone to some sort of heaven.
Mingi reaches behind him, finding Yunho’s cock and lining it up with his entrance, before sliding down the first inch slowly, feeling no resistance at all, “See? I can take it! I can take it all!”
“Wait, Mingi–” Yunho warns.
Mingi slams his hips down, impaling himself on Yunho’s length. He squeals at the feeling, pussy spasming and squirting from another mind shattering orgasm.
“Fuck, Princess,” Yunho grits out, trying his hardest not to come right there.
Mingi falls forward onto Yunho’s chest, trembling and twitching, his pussy still spasming and letting out tiny squirts at the aftershocks of the orgasm.
A minute passes, and Yunho is rubbing down Mingi’s back, helping him ride the aftershocks of overstimulation. Mingi’s pussy clenches during one particularly strong wave, causing Yunho to buck up, cock head kissing Mingi’s cervix.
Mingi moans out, whimpering as he grinds his hips down onto Yunho’s cock.
“Do you want to continue, Princess?” Yunho asks, breath causing Mingi to shiver as the older’s raspy voice washes over him.
Nodding, Mingi pushes himself up with shaky arms, grinding his pussy down so his clit bumps against the groomed hairs framing Yunho’s cock, “You’re so sexy, Princess, such a good boy for me .”
“D-don’t say that Yunnie, s’embarrassing,” Mingi slurs, thighs trembling as he tries to lift himself up. He gets about halfway before his thighs give out, slamming him back down all the way to the base, he squeaks at the feeling.
Mingi looks down, betrayed that his thighs are not listening to him, but his disappointment only lasts for a few seconds, as he notices a bump on his otherwise flat tummy that was not there before. He does an experimental clench, feeling Yunho’s cock twitch inside of him, he observes that the bulge also twitches, his skin distended so that he can see the movement.
“You see that, baby?” Yunho says through a smirk, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Mingi’s waist, “ That is how deep I am inside of you .” he leans to Mingi’s ear and whispers, bringing a sly hand between them before pressing down.
Mingi lets out a feral mewl at the pressure, his g-spot being stimulated from both inside and outside. He flushes more than he thought was possible, feeling like he could have another orgasm right on the spot, without Yunho having to do anything other than being inside of him and pressing on the prominent bulge in his stomach.
Wooyoung is going to have a field day when he finds out.
Mingi shudders at the knowledge that Yunho is so deep inside of him, rearranging his guts and carving out a place for himself. And Mingi has come to terms a long time ago that Yunho will always have a place in him.
“Yunho, please,” Mingi whines, burying his face into Yunho’s shoulder, tears wetting the smooth junction between his neck and shoulder.
Yunho hushes Mingi, “Shhh, baby, I will take care of you,” he shuffles and lifts Mingi up, dropping him back down onto his cock, impaling the shorter man.
Mingi chokes on a gasp, nails digging into Yunho’s broad back, trying to ground himself. Yunho hisses at the feeling, knowing that there will be angry marks in the morning, his cock twitches at the notion.
Mingi grips Yunho's nape, squeezing it, “D-don’t get bigger, y-you idiot!” he squirms, trying to relieve the unyielding pressure on his g-spot.
“Sorry, baby, you’re just so pretty, I cannot help it,” Yunho grips Mingi’s waist before flipping them, cock still lodged deep inside the younger as Mingi settles on the rumpled bed sheets.
“It's hard to stay in control, when the person of my desires waltzes in, dressed all pretty for me, short skirt, legs on display, oh, baby, I am just a man,” Yunho whispers, grinding his pelvis against Mingi’s ass, feeling his pussy clench down at the stimulation. Mingi covers his burning face with his hands, not seeing the slightly sadistic smirk adorning Yunho’s face.
Mingi squeals as Yunho starts to thrust rapidly, his pace unrelenting, manhandling Mingi’s legs up and against his chest, essentially folding him in half. All Mingi can do is take it, moans choked out and syllables sounding like Yunho’s name.
At this pace and angle, Mingi is a goner. His mind is blissfully blank, the only sensation that he is feeling is pleasure, as Yunho continues to abuse his g-spot. Yunho lets go of Mingi’s legs, letting them wrap around his waist as he bares down, hands planted by Mingi’s head to get a better advantage.
Voice hoarse from moaning, Mingi cannot even warn Yunho about his impending orgasm, the feeling is like crackling fireworks, setting one off causes the others to follow sequentially. His legs tense around Yunho’s waist, trying to push away from Yunho’s timely thrusts as he crests in his orgasm, gushing out slick and squirt as he rides out his high.
The pain-pleasure is blinding and Yunho does not let up one bit, pace still unforgiving as Mingi rides out his orgasm.
Mingi jerks down like a puppet whose strings have been cut, ass landing in a wet spot that he made from his multiple orgasms on the bed. He would feel disgusted if he wasn’t just fucked within an inch of his life, his mind hazy, that fuzzy feeling envelopes him. That out of body experience feels nice, he has no thoughts other than Yunho.
Yunho stops, Mingi is still twitching and quivering after that mind blowing orgasm, he wants to give the younger a little break. His cock slides out until only the tip is penetrating Mingi’s sloppy pussy.
The sight of the younger’s red, swollen, wet folds cause Yunho’s cock to give an interested twitch, something twisted and primal takes over and a warm feeling settles over Yunho’s chest. Yeah, he fucked Mingi so good that it ruined him for other people, fucked him so good that the younger is still coming down, incoherent thoughts swirling around his pretty head, nothing but words in the shape of Yunho’s name come mumbled from those swollen lips.
“How are you feeling baby? Can I continue?” Yunho asks, stroking Mingi’s hair as soon as he shows some cognizance.
“Mmh, Yunnie,” Mingi slurs, eyes drooping low, not being able to focus on his lover above him. He clenches down, or as much as he can, not feeling anything but his own slick still pouring out of him, “D-did you not come?” he asks, shaky hands going down to his folds, scooping up some of his slick before bringing it up to his face to see if Yunho came.
“It’s okay baby, I can finish later,” Yunho says, not wanting to break Mingi completely, feeling like that is enough for tonight. He starts to pull out, but Mingi’s strong legs stop him, pulling him back.
The movement causes Yunho to brace himself over Mingi, who is still struggling to pull Yunho back inside of him, “N-no, Yunnie,” Mingi whines, tear tracks flowing again with new tears, “please, f-finish inside, w’nna feel you.”
“Are you sure, Princess? I can come on your stomach, I don’t want to hurt you,” Yunho says, kissing all the new tears falling from Mingi’s eyes.
Mingi whines, high and brattily, still in his post-orgasm haze, “You h-have to finish in-inside,” Mingi demands.
Who is Yunho to deny that request, especially if asked by his Princess.
“You asked for this, baby.”
Yunho grabs Mingi’s hips before pulling him flush against his pelvis, lodging his cock deep inside Mingi’s guts. Mingi cries out in overstimulation, clenching down on Yunho as he drags his cock in and out. He continues that deep pace, letting Mingi feel all of him.
“You’re so beautiful, if I had known that you wanted this, fuck, Mingi , I would have done this years ago,” Yunho admits, pace picking up slightly. If Mingi was in a more coherent state of mind, he would be bashful at the sincerity of Yunho’s words, but all he can do now is moan out, heart beating double time as he clenches down, trying to get Yunho to come inside.
Brushing a thumb where his cock is distending Mingi’s flat tummy, he returns to his pace previously, unrelenting and a little mean, as he chases down his orgasm. Mingi’s moans and whimpers spur him on as he lets himself take, basically using Mingi as his own personal fleshlight.
He feels the curling deep sensation of his orgasm catching up, that pit in his stomach swirling into an all consuming flame.
With one final thrust, Yunho comes deep inside Mingi, cum flowing deep in Mingi’s womb.
At the sensation of being filled up, Mingi orgasms a final time, hips jerking and twitching in Yunho’s big hands, as he goes limp.
Yunho opens his eyes, not realizing that he shut them. He grinds his cock into Mingi, cum flowing out the sides. He looks up at the younger, but all he is met with is Mingi’s slack face.
Yunho fucked him to unconciousness.
He pushes Mingi’s sweaty hair out of his eyes, placing a chaste kiss onto his forehead before pulling out gently. Cum and slick gush out of Mingi’s abused hole, puddling on the destroyed sheets of Yunho’s bed.
Yunho zones in on the sight, mouth watering. He wants nothing more than to go back down and lick Mingi clean, but that is probably not the right move at the moment, poor Mingi is passed out from Yunho’s insatiability.
Mingi’s skirt is soiled beyond repair, both their fluids seeping into the fabric, making the pink darker than when Mingi first had it on.
The older tears his eyes away, standing up and going to the ensuite to start a bath. His poor princess is probably going to be sore tomorrow, and Yunho wants Mingi to be as comfortable as possible. Going to sleep clean will help with that.
Heading back into his room, Mingi has not moved an inch, splayed out with cum seeping out of his folds. He slides the skirt off of Mingi’s hips, throwing it on the ground next to Mingi’s ruined panties.
Yunho picks him up gently, bringing him into the bathroom before getting in, settling Mingi gently against his chest, getting to work cleaning the younger.
After Yunho finishes cleaning Mingi, fingering the cum out of him was no fast task, he dries both of them and carries Mingi to the guest bedroom, laying the younger man down under the clean sheets before settling in behind him.
“Sweet dreams, my Princess,” Yunho whispers into Mingi’s hair, before drifting off himself.
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Mingi wakes slowly.
He is not a morning person on a normal day, so waking up has always been disorienting to him. He feels certain sensations before others, his mind fuzzy with sleep.
He feels the cool sheets laid over his lower back, feeling the satin caress his bare skin almost causes him to moan out at the sensation. Mingi grinds his hips down onto a muscular thigh, whimpering at the sensitivity of his abused clit, feeling his arousal slide down his thighs and onto the one between his legs. He then feels the rise and fall of someone breathing underneath him, a steady, slow heartbeat to accompany it.
Mingi opens his eyes slowly, looking up to see Yunho’s handsome face slack with sleep. He flushes all the way down to his toes as last night’s events come rushing back into his mind. Not understanding how he got clean and moved into the guest bedroom, he tries to wrack his brain for the answer, coming up short no matter how hard he thinks.
He slowly untangles himself from Yunho’s hold, admiring the older for a little longer before sliding out of the sheets.
Mingi tries to stand up, but his legs give in immediately, and he plummets to the rug-clad floor with a small squeak and a ‘thump’. He looks down at his legs as if they betrayed his moral loyalty, before trying to get up again. This time, he is able to brace himself, trying to steady himself on his wobbly legs, holding onto anything and everything as he makes his way to Yunho’s bedroom down the hall.
It is a massacre in there, clothes thrown around, sheets still wet and stained with their combined body fluids, and Mingi’s poor panties and skirt laying dead on the ground in the middle of the crime scene. Mingi will mourn the loss of his skirt and panties later, but now all he can feel is a sick satisfaction that Yunho wanted him so much that he did that .
Mingi picks up Yunho’s shirt that he was wearing the night before, thanking all the powers above that it was not in the splash zone, he puts it on, buttoning up only the bottom three buttons, letting it slip off of his shoulders. Although they are almost the same height, the shirt falls around his mid thigh, enough to cover his modesty, but tantalizing enough to let the imagination run wild. The fabric on his shoulders slide down with every movement Mingi makes, where Yunho’s naturally broad shoulders would fill out the material.
He tucks his nose inside the collar, lungs filling with Yunho’s scent, causing Mingi’s abused pussy to gush out more slick, this pavlovian response makes Mingi go warm, flushed all the way down to his collarbones.
He hobbles to Yunho’s living room, bracing himself against the walls so he doesn’t fall and hurt himself more than he is feeling right now.
A buzzing sound is heard from the floor next to the couch. Mingi drops down on the couch, picking up his phone from the floor. Wooyoung’s contact picture flashes on the screen with an incoming call.
Mingi winces before picking up, “Hello?”
“MINGI!” Wooyoung shouts, volume way too loud for 7:30 on a saturday, “I have been calling you since last night! It isn’t like you to not respond,” Mingi can hear Wooyoung’s pout, feeling incredibly guilty for making his friend worry.
“S-sorry, sorry, Woo, but I saw the message and I just got… busy?” Mingi says, scratching his neck sheepishly, the statement coming out more of a question. Wooyoung gasps, not believing a word that Mingi says.
“My precious Minki, do you think that I was born yesterday? I know that you had movie night at Yunho’s place last night, so I know you weren’t so busy that you couldn’t text a friend back,” Wooyoung deduces, and Mingi can see the suspicious gaze that Wooyoung always gives him when it comes to Yunho through the phone call.
“Umm, you s-see, I was–” before Mingi could give his half-assed answer, the phone was gently taken out of his hands.
Mingi whips around, coming face to face, or face to crotch, with Yunho, who is standing behind the couch, holding Mingi’s phone to his ear, “Hey Wooyoung,” Yunho greets through the phone, pulling it back ever so slightly at Wooyoung’s screech. His gravelly morning voice is doing all sorts of things to Mingi, wishing that he stayed in bed longer to hear a ‘good morning princess,’ at the source.
He is wearing grey sweats that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, only images of last night flash through Mingi’s mind, making it hard to sit still. A few hickies are blooming beautifully on the side of Yunho’s neck, and a flare of something surges through Mingi, leaving him a little smug.
“Yeah, don't worry,” Yunho starts, looking down at Mingi, pinning him under his gaze, “we just fell asleep early.”
Yunho brings a hand up to Mingi’s face, caressing his cheek softly before running it through Mingi’s white locks, undoing all the tangles that sleeping has caused. If Mingi could purr, it would definitely be heard throughout the room.
“Okay, tell San I said hi,” Yunho finishes, pressing the ‘end call’ button before leaning over the couch and Mingi, who holds his breath at the proximity, placing the phone onto the coffee table.
The silence that envelops them causes Mingi’s gut to swirl with unease, scared that Yunho will kick him out, stating that this was a one time thing. Mingi convinced himself that all he needed was a taste of Yunho, something that allowed him to quench his thirst, but now that he has gotten that, he is addicted.
Nothing in his imagination could prepare him for what reality is, a reality that he is aware of.
Yunho looks down at Mingi, who is trying his best to avoid looking at Yunho, the more he can avoid, the less likely Yunho can reject him. Yunho as a friend is better than no Yunho at all.
“Princess, can you look at me?” Yunho asks, hand placed on Mingi’s chin to coax him to look up.
Mingi looks up at Yunho, feeling like he is being stripped bare, “We need to talk about us.”
The words cause Mingi to panic, “If you don’t want to see me anymore, I understand,” Mingi blurts out, tears coming to his eyes, and Yunho tilts his head in confusion, much like how a puppy would.
“Huh? No, I don’t want that,” Yunho rushes, coming around the couch to sit next to Mingi, “I was going to ask if I could take you on a date, or, like, a real one, one that does not have the excuse of ‘friends,’” Yunho says, grabbing Mingi’s hands between his.
“Wait, you aren’t kicking me out?” Mingi asks in confusion.
“No! Why would I do that?” Yunho asks, disbelief written all over his face.
“Because you realized that I am in love with you?” Mingi mumbles, eyes dropping to their intertwined hands, tears threatening to fall again, as he tries to will them away.
Yunho squeezes Mingi’s hands, causing the younger to look up, “That is even better, because I have been in love with you for the past decade,” Yunho gives Mingi a small smile, which causes the younger’s stomach to erupt with butterflies, “I thought that I was being very obvious with my feelings too. Especially all the things I said last night, it was all the truth.”
Mingi gasps at the admission, shocked into speechlessness, he has never noticed that Yunho was in love with him.
Yunho traces all of the love bites that he left behind, making Mingi shiver at the touch, shifting closer to the older on the couch, the burn of the events the night prior cause Mingi’s heart to clench, feeling like his heart will just plop out of his chest and into Yunho’s waiting hands.
A beautiful smile graces Yunho’s lips as he comes down, a hair's width from Mingi’s lips. Mingi bridges the gap, the kiss is sweet, short, but no less meaning behind it. Mingi sighs, feeling content and all he can do is let out a whispered, “Yes.”