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Minho survived his first full workday and looked forward to seeing Seungmin the next day. He had deliberately avoided Felix and everyone else for the past twenty four hours, trying to clear his head and feel a bit better about the whole situation. “Maybe you just needed some distance”, Seungmin suggested over the phone, his voice calm and reassuring. Minho responded with a contemplative hum, listening to the gentle sound of Seungmin’s breathing punctuated by the rhythmic tapping of his own keyboard and the soft snoring of his cat curled up nearby. “When are you getting here? I miss you”, he said, his voice painted with genuine longing as he worked through the last hour of his shift. “I’ll be there in two hours”, Seungmin answered. Minho glanced at his phone screen, noting that they had been on the call for over an hour already. “But Min”, Seungmin continued. “Hm?”, Minho asked, his attention still focused on the screen. “I was invited to a party, so I might not stay long. Unless you wanna join me?” Minho blinked, slowly shaking his head. He wasn’t exactly keen on loud public places and crowded environments. “It’s decided then”, Seungmin said, cutting off any potential protests from Minho. “But Seungminnie”, Minho whined, his tone almost childlike as he wished for a cozy night in. “Pick a pretty outfit. I’ll pick you up. We’ll go out to eat and then join the party. Jeongin’s going to be there too”, Seungmin added, trying to persuade him. Minho let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, but I’m not gonna pretend to be happy about being there”, he grumbled, his sulk making Seungmin laugh softly. “I’ll make you happy then, just wait”, Seungmin promised and Minho could hear the smirk in his voice. Minho hung up, his never ending lust checked in and he felt that all too familiar tingle in his stomach. He quickly finished his shift, took a refreshing shower, and began to ponder over what to wear. Trying to balance comfort with something that would make Seungmin unable to keep his hands to himself, Minho rummaged through his wardrobe, searching for an outfit that would both ease his discomfort and meet Seungmin's expectations.
Seungmin arrived precisely two hours later, and Minho’s breath caught as he saw him standing in the doorway. Minho’s gaze roamed over Seungmin’s outfit; a white long-sleeved button-up shirt, a loose black tie, and black jeans that accentuated his frame. “You look great”, Minho muttered, unable to tear his eyes away. He reached out, gripping the tie and pulling Seungmin into the apartment. With a swift motion, he slammed the door shut with his free hand and let Seungmin push him against the wall. He grasped the fabric of Seungmin’s shirt, pulling him into a desperate kiss. “So do you”, Seungmin whispered against Minho’s lips, making him let out a soft, amused laugh. “I’m just wearing a hoodie and sweatpants”, Minho protested, even as Seungmin’s hand slipped under the hem of his pants, slightly tugging at it. “Not for long”, Seungmin said, his fingers sliding beneath Minho’s boxers. The sudden contact made Minho harden instantly. Seungmin pulled down his sweatpants, and Minho quickly stepped out of them, his breath hitching as Seungmin pushed him up the wall. Minho instinctively wrapped his legs around Seungmin’s waist. “Let me take care of you so we can go eat, what do you think?”, Seungmin hushed, his lips teasing Minho’s. Minho nodded vividly, wrapping his arms around Seungmin’s neck as he was carried to the bedroom. Seungmin threw Minho on the bed and immediately straddled him. Minho let out a weak, embarrassed giggle, his wrists being bound by Seungmin’s hands. “I don’t want you to move, got it?”, Seungmin said, his lips brushing against Minho's, making him want to lean in for a kiss. He attempted to move his upper body, making Seungmin smirk as he fell back onto his bed with a desperate groan. Seungmin’s grip around his wrists wasn’t giving him a chance of moving closer. He watched Seungmin wrap his fingers around the tie and pull it off his neck in the hottest way, feeling his wrists tied up a moment later. Seungmin’s fingers brushed over Minho’s crotch, pulling down the fabric of his boxers. His dick twitched at the excitement. Seungmin pulled the fabric down fully and bent over, blowing some air on his leaking tip. He placed his palms on Minho’s hips, holding him down firmly. “Don’t move”, Seungmin commanded. Minho struggled to keep his gaze fixed on Seungmin as his tongue traced over Minho’s length, causing him to shudder with pleasure. Seungmin let his tongue glide over his tip, making him throw his head back. “Look at me”, the younger one demanded and he forced himself to lift his head, looking at Seungmin taking his member in deep. Seungmin’s slow, deliberate pace drove Minho to the brink of madness. He bucked up, making him groan against his leaking tip, sending his body into tremors of pleasure in a heartbeat. “Please”, he whined, reaching out for Seungmin’s hair. The tie around his wrist turned him on even more and he softly tugged at his hair, making him groan once again. He picked up the pace, letting his tongue glide over his tip faster. It sent shocks of pleasure through his entire body and he felt himself reach his peak slowly. “Fuck, Seungminnie, please”, he whimpered, feeling Seungmin’s fingers dig into the skin on his hips. “Let me pull out baby, I’m close”, he choked out between weak moans, causing Seungmin to groan once more. It sent a final wave of pleasure through his body, making him squirt his load into Seungmin’s throat. His legs trembled uncontrollably and his heart raced. “I’m so sorry, Minnie”, he whined, looking down at Seungmin, his breath still ragged. The younger one pulled away and swallowed his love with a smirk on his lips.