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The rain starts petering out in the late afternoon, clouds thinning just enough for the weak winter sun to be let through. It's cold still, or at least he'll pretend it is, if it keeps Mingi holding him against his chest, rubbing his back.
It feels safe, here, now. He clings tighter. Holds onto the feeling.
They've been lounging around all day, mostly watching bad TV and always pressed together. Like they're making up for the few days of no contact, equally affected. He'd crawled into Mingi's lap, seeking warmth, and the younger man had let him easily.
He’s so open with his affection, so straightforward and honest, and it makes it hard for Yunho’s brain to pretzel itself into its usual anxiety loop.
"You're trembling, baby." Mingi's voice is low, close to Yunho's ear, and he's embarrassed to admit that it's not due to temperature, more due to the younger man's proximity to him. He remembers he's supposed to be being honest, squeezes his eyes shut where he's buried in Mingi's neck.
"'Cause you're touching me," Yunho murmurs, tightening his arms around Mingi's body. "It always feels like that when you do." It's a vulnerable thing to admit, he thinks, but the younger man's breath catches in his throat where Yunho's still pressed.
"Fuck," Mingi whispers, "you can't just say stuff like that, Yuyu," he whines quietly, and Yunho retreats from his hiding spot to look at Mingi's face.
His cheeks are a little dusty with colour, eyes darting around Yunho's face as soon as he makes eye contact. He realises that he's turned Mingi on with his straightforwardness, and that knowledge makes his blood thrum a little faster in his veins.
"Why not?" Yunho asks, tilting his head, trying to fight the urge to hide behind his hands. He can feel that the burn is already staining his ears, already flustered, but he powers through, eager to see Mingi's reaction. "I li-like you touching me."
"Shit," the younger man breathes out, hands squeezing a little on Yunho's waist, where they've slipped since he shifted his position. "Does it feel good when I touch you, baby?"
Yunho's cock perks up in response to that question, and the flush on his ears spreads down his face, his neck. He makes a weak affirmative noise, nods his head, even though it makes him boil inside to do so.
"I was wondering…" Yunho starts, and he finally has to drop his eyes, unable to keep eye contact. He's only so brave, despite how desperately he's trying. "Would yo-you want to fuck me?"
There's a beat of silence where Yunho can't make himself look up, playing with the hem of Mingi's shirt for something to do with his hands. It'd been playing at the edges of his mind for the last few weeks, before all this, wondering what it'd be like, with someone he trusts, someone like Mingi.
"Yu, if you're serious, if you want me, I- Fuck, I'd really want to," Mingi murmurs, tilting his chin up with his fingers to force Yunho to look at him. He blinks rapidly, eyes darting. It's a struggle to keep himself from hiding, but he manages it when he spots the softness of Mingi's eyes.
"I've been thinking ab-about it, and I… trust you," Yunho gets out, even though it feels awkward, not quite enough. Mingi nods seriously, as unjudgemental and open as ever. "So, please, can… can we?"
"Yeah," the blonde agrees easily, still nodding. "Whenever you're ready, just let me know, yeah?" he prompts softly, and Yunho's lips twitch up into a smile. It's reassuring, the solidity of the blonde man, his steadiness throughout everything.
"We-Well," he says quietly, back to fiddling with Mingi's shirt, gnawing his bottom lip. In for a penny, in for a pound, he supposes. If he's gotten this far, he might as well keep going. "I was thinking maybe, like, now?"
"Fuck, really?" Mingi's voice is a bit rough in places, seemingly unable to keep the want out of his voice. Yunho's stomach swirls with little sparks of heat, and he nods, glancing up, encouraged. All over again he's grateful for Mingi's readability. "You're sure?"
"Yeah," Yunho promises, managing to keep eye contact. He means it. "Please, I want it to be you, the fir-first time."
Mingi's up and dragging him into the bedroom before Yunho registers what's happening, already on his feet and pulled along a step or two before he realises where they're going. He can't help the soft giggle that falls out of him.
"You're so fucking-" Mingi mutters, mostly to himself, manhandles Yunho easily onto the bed. His dick twitches, the subtle display of strength turning him on, not that he particularly fights it. The feeling or Mingi's hands.
"Hmm?" Yunho hums, prompting the blonde to finish his sentence. "W-What were you gonna say?"
"Hot," Mingi finishes, voice a little strained, and Yunho flushes harder somehow, burning from the inside out. "And fucking pretty."
"Yeah?" Yunho asks shakily, reaching for Mingi's shirt with wobbly but determined hands. "Says you."
Maybe it's a bit of a lame attempt at flirting, a bit awkward and clunky, but as usual, Mingi meets him halfway, grins at him.
"Me?" Mingi smirks, helping the process, throwing the shirt somewhere in the bed. "You think I'm hot?" It's mostly teasing, but in the spirit of being honest, Yunho nods, fighting past the buzz of shyness that's fluttering in him.
"Y-Yeah, you're…" he reaches for Mingi's pecs abruptly, feels his warm skin, squeezes gently. "Beautiful."
And he is. In a way that leaves Yunho feeling like an exposed nerve, the lines of his abs, the swell of his chest. Maybe he's just a man, but it's difficult to concentrate when he's got stretches of tan skin in front of him, a smattering of hair from his belly button, leading down.
He's seen Mingi shirtless before, but he still hasn't quite gotten used to the visceral reaction it has in him.
"Did you just call my tits beautiful?" Mingi murmurs, and Yunho glances up at him, eyes wide before he sees the humour on the blonde's face.
There's something comforting and vaguely grounding in the emergence of his Mingi, stupid little smile, wonky tooth digging into his bottom lip. He giggles, despite himself, nods.
"You as well," Yunho murmurs, shuffling closer a bit awkwardly, climbing onto Mingi's lap. "You're beautiful."
Mingi's eyes soften as he wraps his arms around Yunho, pulls him flush to his body. The older man sighs softly, leans in for a kiss without thinking. He wonders if that's growth.
"You sure?" Mingi pulls back to ask, hands straying to his waistband, noses brushing with their proximity. "I'll look after you."
"I know," Yunho whispers, "I'm sure."
"Okay, baby, where do you keep your lube?" Mingi murmurs, and Yunho feels the hot blush returning to his ears, his cheeks. It's hard to rid himself entirely of his instinctive shyness, even if it's just him and Mingi here, subtle embarrassment prickling under his skin.
"Bottom drawer," he mumbles, gesturing to the side table beside the bed. "I'm n-not sure how to…" and then flushes hot as he remembers what's in the drawer. "Oh w-wait!"
Mingi's already opened the drawer in question when Yunho speaks, and his eyes widen slightly before a grin takes over his face, he reaches into the space.
"You've been thinking about it, huh?" Mingi murmurs, and the dildo looks even more obscene in the blonde's big hand, even though it's an average, 6" silicone toy, skin-coloured. Yunho feels himself burning alive.
"M-Min," he whimpers, a little pathetically, and he reaches to cover his eyes. He's not sure when the churning humiliation in his stomach has started feeling so close to desire, but his cock throbs almost painfully. "It's n-not-"
"Do you think about me?" Mingi cuts him off, places the items on the bed next to them. Yunho whines softly, embarrassment hot in his veins. He nods shyly anyway. "Fuck, Yuyu, really?"
"Yeah," Yunho gets out, slightly encouraged by the obvious desire in Mingi's voice, the way his hands have returned to squeezing his waist possessively. "Wanted it to be you instead."
"Shit, baby," Mingi groans, and Yunho's being shifted flat onto the mattress, the blonde crawling over him. "Let me open you up?"
"Okay," Yunho agrees, biting his bottom lip. "I've on-only ever taken th-that toy, before," he admits, and Mingi's pupils are blown wide already, cheeks pink. "And you're bigger."
"I'll go slow, yeah?" Mingi murmurs, and it's endearing how blatant the desire on his face is now that Yunho is letting himself see it. "You can be patient, puppy, can't you?"
"Ye-Yeah," Yunho promises shakily, distracted by Mingi leaning closer, pressing a kiss on his jaw. "I'll be good."
Clothes get discarded pretty frantically, pants shoved out the way, shirts lost in the bedsheets. Then they're just in their boxers, and Mingi's kissing him again, hands gentle on his jaw.
He can feel the blonde's hardness pressed against him, against his own rock-hard cock, and he has to break away from the kiss to gasp.
"You're so hard," Yunho whispers, and Mingi rolls his hips down gently, grinds against him.
"So are you, pup," he says casually, like that doesn't leave Yunho blistering. The acknowledgement that they're both so into this, into each other. "You ready for me to start?"
"Mmm," Yunho hums, nodding. "W-Where do you want me?"
Mingi lubes up his fingers, once he's arranged Yunho on his back and shuffled between his legs, strips him of his underwear, rubs the pad over the older man's hole.
"You gotta tell me how you're feeling," Mingi murmurs, "okay?" Yunho burns with the attention, the feeling of the blonde's eyes on him, exposed. He swallows.
"Nervous," he admits quietly, "but I really want this." It burns to let it out, but Mingi smiles so softly at him, rubs his finger gently over his opening.
"Just relax for me, yeah?" he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss on Yunho's ribs, his sternum. It's reassuring, Mingi's lips against his skin, grounding. He nods shakily.
"Please."
Mingi inserts his digit slowly, steadily, and Yunho shouldn't be making this such a big deal, not when he's fingered himself open multiple times in the past month alone, thinking of exactly this. But it's different when it's actually Mingi. Real and solid, warm inside him.
"Fuck," Yunho gasps as Mingi moves, pulls it out and pushes it back in. He repeats the action, exploring Yunho's walls as he watches the older man's expression carefully, spare hand stroking his ribs and waist soothingly.
"Mmm?" Mingi prompts, obviously wanting him to tell him how he's feeling, and Yunho feels the flush on his cheeks travel down his neck, his chest. He's probably pink everywhere in fact, exposed and fluttering around Mingi's thick digit.
"Feels different, when it's y-you," he chokes, not sure if he's even explaining himself properly, eyelids fluttering as Mingi brushes a second finger against his opening, testing. "Feels better."
"Good boy," Mingi praises, an edge of fondness to his voice, presses inside. He relaxes instantly at the words, lets out a weak exhale of breath. "You like being good for me, huh?"
"Yeah," Yunho nods, squirming at the sensation of Mingi gently stretching him, fingering him open. "I do-don't really know what I'm doing, so yo-you guiding me makes it less scary, I-I think," he stumbles, desperate to stick to his word of sharing his feelings, of being honest.
Mingi grins at that, leans forward to press a kiss on Yunho's jaw, fingers still scissoring him open.
"You're so pretty, baby," he murmurs as he kisses his neck, his chest, subtly nudges a third finger into Yunho while he's distracted by Mingi's lips against his nipple. "Look at you."
"M-Min," Yunho knows he's bright red, probably radiating heat off his skin. Paradoxically, despite the embarrassment in his voice, he pushes his chest up a little higher against his mouth, seeking. "Feels good."
"Yeah?" Mingi whispers, laps over the hardened bud with his tongue, teasing. "You're so sensitive, it's so fucking-" he groans against Yunho's pec, "You're so fucking hot."
The genuine want in his voice sends Yunho reeling, cock twitching pathetically, precum already beading at the head.
"Mingi, please," he begs, not even sure what he's begging for, just something.
"You said you'd be patient, puppy," he reminds Yunho casually, and his pulse flutters in his jaw, blood thrumming. "I've gotta stretch you properly."
"I-I am being patient," he whines, "three's enough, usually."
"For your toy, maybe," Mingi murmurs, fingers massaging gently, brushing over his prostate ever so slightly. He leans back a little, leaving Yunho's nipple spit-slick and hard, and surveys the older man with a smirk. "Like you said, I'm bigger."
Yunho trembles harder as Mingi stretches him out, teasing over his bundle of nerves with the tips of his fingers, equal parts gentle and maddening.
When he slips the fourth finger in, Yunho whimpers pathetically, hands clutching in the sheets. He hears the younger man groan, low in his chest.
"God, you're so sensitive, baby," he grits out, and Yunho can barely focus on the words because he's too distracted by the feeling of Mingi's digits inside him. "So fucking pretty like this."
"A-Ah, Mingi, please," he chokes over a whine, squirming against the sheets, cock drooling onto his abdominal muscles, twitching with the rolling heat running through him. "Please fuck me, Mingi, please."
"Puppy, fuck," the blonde moans, croaky and low, thick with it. He pulls his fingers out, moving so he can shove his boxers off. He squirts more lube into his hand, strokes himself, lets out a soft gasp. "You want it?"
"Yeah," Yunho begs, as Mingi rubs the tip of his cock against his slick hole. "Please, Min."
"Good boy," the younger man murmurs, pushing in slowly, keeping his eyes on Yunho's face. "Eyes on me, baby."
Yunho peels his eyes back open, unaware they'd slid shut, breath shuddering as he feels Mingi's cock stretching him wider. It's almost overwhelming at first, the way he carves a space for himself, gentle but steady, constant.
"Oh my g-god," Yunho gasps, hands flying to Mingi's back, blunt nails scratching against warm skin. Mingi stills, squeezing his hips gently.
"Okay?" he checks quietly, and Yunho nods desperately, heart thumping against his sternum, entire body flushed.
"Don't stop, pl-please," the older man blurts, and Mingi grins, pulls out a little before he rocks slowly back in, sliding further inside. "A-Ah, feels, fuck, good," he sounds as breathless as he feels, all the air in his lungs burnt away with the scorching desire gathering in him. Mingi repeats the action, hands rubbing reassuring circles on his waist, his hips.
"Jesus," Mingi whispers, sounding a little awed, finally pushes his way to the hilt, pelvis flush with Yunho's ass. "You're beautiful, Yun, fuck, look so good on my cock."
Yunho hears the whimper that falls out of him, but is too distracted by the way Mingi keeps moving, starting up a slow rhythm, to stop the noise slipping out. He brushes teasingly past Yunho's prostate with each roll of his hips, hands tight on his waist, on his thigh.
It sends molten sparks down his spine, already bordering on overwhelmed with the intense sensations. His muscles are trembling, and Mingi just readjusts his grip, shifts them closer together.
"How're you feeling?" Mingi asks softly, leaning so he can press a kiss on Yunho's parted lips. "This okay?'
"So good," Yunho moans into the blonde's mouth. Now he's getting used to it, and he can focus on the crests of pleasure that are travelling through him; he realises how good it is. "Min, fuck, it's so, h-ha, good, please," he stutters out between gasps and whines, and Mingi grins against his mouth, speeds up his thrusts a little more. "O-Oh fuck."
"Yeah, puppy?" Mingi teases, obviously pleased with himself, which would be obnoxious if it were anyone but the blonde, Yunho thinks. Then, he's adjusting his grip again, his stance shifting so he can fuck into Yunho deeper, and he's no longer thinking much at all. "Like that?"
"Oh sh-shit," the older man chokes out, scratching uselessly at Mingi's back as he manages to hit his prostate head on. The sparks that shock through him are red-hot, making his muscles jerk. "M-Min, I'm not gonna last, I- fuck, ha, you're so de-deep."
Mingi moans at that, eyelids fluttering as his grip spasms, his hips speed up again. The sound is obscene, the squelch of lube, the smack of Mingi's pelvis against his ass. Yunho's drooling a puddle of seminal fluid onto his own stomach, each thrust making him leak obscenely.
“You take it so good, Yuyu," he praises, and his syllables are laden with obvious desire. "You're doing so well, baby."
The words burn through him, spurting heady amounts of precum, close to coming untouched. He didn't even know he could, but the knot of it builds and builds in his gut desperately.
"Min, Min, fuck," Yunho chants, barely able to think, let alone speak. "G-Gonna cum, please," he whimpers, chest heaving as he pants, as all the sensations peak, the first wave crashing through him. "F-Fuck, Mingi." He manages to spit out, before he's careening into his climax.
It feels all-encompassing as he rides through it, unable to focus on anything but Mingi. Inside him, holding him, forehead pressed against his own. His voice vibrates through their chests, flush together, but Yunho can't hear it as his orgasm knocks all the thoughts out of his head.
It's intense in a way Yunho's never experienced, shivering his way through it. Mingi's so warm against him, in him, and his muscles flutter uncontrollably as he comes down, seemingly unending waves of it rocking through him.
"Mingi," he gasps out, managing to open his eyes as he stares blearily up at the blonde. "Fuck, Mingi."
It's not eloquent, but he can forgive himself for not being the most put-together right now, considering his brain feels like it's leaked out of his ears with the intensity of the orgasm he'd just had.
Mingi groans, curling a little tighter around Yunho's body, and he feels the unfamiliar sensation of the younger man cumming inside him. The older man makes a pitiful wet sound at the feeling, surprised, and Mingi's hands grip hard into his waist, quiet moans falling out of him. Yunho wants to memorise every sound.
He rides it out with slowing thrusts, panting as he does, and Yunho stares at his expression with wide eyes. He's beautiful like this, strands of hair falling in his face, eyebrows furrowed, lip caught between crooked teeth.
There's a long stretch of silence where they try to catch their breath, blinking slowly at each other, unmoving.
"Yun, baby, fuck," Mingi murmurs, once his breathing appears to have evened out, keeping his grip just as tight. Yunho can't pull his eyes away. "You're so good, fuck."
"Was really good," Yunho whispers, ears burning, and the blonde grins, pulling back slightly to scan the older man's face. "W-Was it okay for yo-?"
"Yunho," Mingi interrupts, slowly rubbing his hands up and down his waist, his ribs. "You're perfect, you were perfect, you… drive me insane."
"In a good way?" Yunho half teases, and the blonde laughs, pulls out slowly. "Oh, weird."
"Mmm?" Mingi hums, reaching for his shirt, discarded in the sheets. He uses it to dab at Yunho gently, get rid of the worst of the stickiness. "Obviously in a good way."
"Hm, can we shower before we sleep?" Yunho asks, letting Mingi manhandle him onto his chest, get wrapped in his arms. "Like in a bit though."
"Yeah," Mingi agrees, nestling his nose in the top of Yunho's head, in his hair. "In a bit."
It's raining, and Yunho is stuck at work. It's not unusual. In fact, it rains more here than it stays clear, and he works five days a week, so the chances of this happening aren't exactly low.
However, he's pissed off about it because his attractive, attentive boyfriend is at home, probably slightly anxious due to the weather, and he's here.
He texts the boyfriend in question, complains about his job and the lack of Mingi in it. The younger man sends laughing emojis.
Yunho pouts at the screen and wiggles his mouse in an attempt to at least pretend he's working. The spreadsheet is detailed and excessive, in Yunho's opinion, unnecessarily complicated. He sighs as he attempts to make it a little more user-friendly. He can't imagine the seventy-year-old who runs the library a few towns over is going to be able to fathom the document out without some reshuffling.
It's not the most exciting task, but it at least distracts him from checking the clock every few minutes, gives him a purpose until the end of the day. It feels painfully slow when he knows Mingi is waiting for him, but he tries his best not to think about it, tries to ignore the way the last thirty minutes of the day are dragging.
The door opens with its usual creak, banging against the wall as it does. Yunho is about to scowl, irritated at someone coming in so close to the end of the day, but then it registers that the figure in the doorway is familiar.
"Min!" Yunho can't stop the way his voice shows his excitement, his joy. Now that his vulnerability has been so well-received, encouraged with Mingi's gentle hands and soft smiles, he can't fight the way it falls out of him. He wonders if maybe that was the blonde's plan the whole time, positively reinforcing him. Like a dog.
"Hey, baby," Mingi murmurs, shaking his damp hair out. "It's chucking it down out there again."
Yunho huffs out a laugh, stands so he can meet the younger man halfway, pull him into his arms.
He carries such a heavy devotion with him, something soul-deep and aching, and it only becomes manageable when Mingi's with him. He wonders if that's codependent.
"Did you not know that it rains here like, all the time, when you moved here?" Yunho asks, rubbing his nose on the side of the other man's damp, blonde hair. "More days of rain than there are of clear weather."
"Hm," Mingi hums, shrugging, "I was gonna offer to walk you home, but…" he glances over Yunho's shoulder, at the big windows where they can see the absolutely abysmal weather outside.
"We could just hang out here until it calms down," Yunho offers, pulling the younger man by the arm to his desk area. "I was about to close up anyway."
"Yeah?" Mingi whispers, pressing a kiss onto Yunho's temple as he leans to grab his keys. "I'll make us some tea?"
"Thank you," he agrees, nodding, "I'll be two seconds."
Once everything is locked, Yunho settles next to Mingi on the lumpy loveseat in the backroom, slings his legs over the blonde’s lap. He’s tied his hair up out of his face, blowing on his tea, and Yunho is hit with a pang of affection all over again.
“Thanks for coming to see me,” Yunho says quietly, and Mingi glances up at him in surprise, blinking.
“Well, I actually wanted to ask if you, uh,” the younger man stumbles, and Yunho waits patiently. There’s a give and take to it, Mingi unfurling right alongside him, working through his own barriers. “Could I come stay at yours tonight?”
“Yeah,” Yunho agrees easily, “of course, you can come over whenever you want,” he’s a little confused if he’s honest, not sure what impression he’s given that Mingi is ever unwelcome at his. Maybe he should make him a key.
“Well, it’s not just…” Mingi gnaws his bottom lip, stares at the liquid in his mug. “Have you ever thought about like, topping?”
“Oh,” Yunho murmurs, understanding dawning on him, then thinks about it for a second. Honestly, it’s not something that’s hugely crossed his mind, but now Mingi’s mentioned it, something in his gut tightens tellingly. “You’d want me to?”
“Yeah,” Mingi says plainly, eyes darting back to his, hand straying to stroke Yunho’s shin where it’s still slung over his lap. “I was just thinking about it.”
“Okay,” Yunho agrees easily, nodding, and Mingi’s eyes widen in surprise before he breaks into a smile. “Yeah, I want to.”
“That was easier than I was expecting,” the blonde jokes, taking a sip of his drink.
“Did you think I was going to need convincing?” Yunho raises an eyebrow, reaches to push some of the damp strands that escaped from Mingi’s ponytail out of his face. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
Mingi’s breath catches in his throat at that, watching him with a kind of awe on his face that Yunho still hasn’t quite got used to.
“Mostly people would want me to top,” the broader man admits, ears a soft pink. “‘Cause I’m big.”
“So am I,” Yunho points out, placing his mug out of the way, moving Mingi’s drink out of his hand so he can crawl onto his lap. “Have you bottomed before?”
Mingi nods, almost timidly, and Yunho doesn’t know what kind of person it makes him, but the heat in his stomach gets a little hotter.
“Yeah, l-like, twice,” he whispers, eyes darting, “it was a bit rushed, I… it was okay, but I… think it’d be better with you.”
“No pressure,” Yunho jokes, trying to ease the slight worry on Mingi’s face. It works because the blonde huffs out a little laugh, leans forward to bump their noses together. “I’ll try my best.”
“I have lube in my bag,” Mingi blurts, and Yunho sees the way the redness spreads over his cheeks, shyness in his eyes. The role reversal feels dizzying, and it takes a lot of effort to reel it back in and realise what the blonde is suggesting.
“You want me to fuck you here?” Yunho asks bluntly, eyebrows raised in surprise, and Mingi plays with the older man’s shirt with his fingers, fiddling.
“I mean, it’s locked and we’re hanging around for a bit until the weather clears, so I just tho-thought, maybe, but we don’t have to-” Mingi stumbles over his words slightly, his usual confidence subdued by the vulnerability of what he’s asking. Yunho feels the roll of want getting harder to ignore inside him, considers their options.
“Okay,” Yunho agrees, much too easily, and Mingi looks up at him with wide eyes. “Whatever you want, princess.”
The blush on his face gets more intense at Yunho’s words, and he feels himself enjoying the power rush of seeing such obvious reactions in Mingi’s expressions. He gets up to rummage in the younger man's bag, grabbing the new bottle of lube.
"We were running low, ish, I thought even if you said no, it would be good to have a replaceme- oof," Mingi gets cut off by Yunho replacing himself back onto his lap, movements eager and clumsy. "You're into this, aren't you?"
It's equal parts teasing and asking, somewhere between bravado and seeking reassurance, and Yunho feels his blood thrumming a bit hotter in his veins.
"Yeah," Yunho admits quietly, putting the lube on the seat next to Mingi's thigh, rubbing his hands up and down the blonde's chest over the thin material of his shirt, hoodie already abandoned somewhere. "I really am."
Mingi grins at that, and they're both leaning in to diminish the gap between them, both just as impatient to kiss each other. Time slips past them as they make out, pressed together, rain pounding on the windows in the background. It's easy to ignore when Mingi lets him take the lead, lets Yunho hold his jaw and guide him, gasps quietly into his mouth.
"You're sure?" Yunho whispers, and Mingi stares at him with blown-out pupils, kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheeks. Nods definitively.
"Please," he says softly, lifting his arms to help get his shirt off when Yunho instantly reaches to remove it. "Do you want me to prep myself?"
"Can I?" Yunho asks, reaching for the button on Mingi's jeans, "I want to open you up."
"Okay," the blonde murmurs, and they have to rearrange again to peel Mingi's jeans off his legs. Yunho almost has an aneurysm at the sight that greets him, the white jockstrap his boyfriend is wearing, the wide straps over his hips.
"Min," Yunho isn't sure how he manages to keep his voice even, movements stiff as he reaches to stroke the other man's thick thighs. "I need to see your ass, now."
Mingi puffs out a laugh at the seriousness of Yunho's tone, cheeks bright red as he shuffles, turns around to present himself. Yunho sees the burning pink of his ears against the blonde of his hair, the way he lets his head hang between his shoulders as he arches his back a little.
"Like that?" he says quietly, one hand on the back of the seat, gripping hard.
"Fuck," Yunho can't really speak, too busy reaching to grope, to squeeze. Mingi makes a surprised little noise when he smacks softly, groaning under his breath at the jiggle it causes. "Fucking hell, Jesus Christ."
"H-Harder?" Mingi asks, voice all shy and small, and Yunho isn't sure if he's going to survive this, because he feels feral.
"Fuck, Princess," he grits out, unsure of how his voice sounds, too distracted by smacking Mingi's other cheek, putting a little more strength behind it. "Look at you, you look so good like this."
"Can you open me up like this?" Mingi's voice is a little less rough than usual, softer, sweeter. Yunho burns with it. "But k-keep touching me?"
"Of course," he says instantly, fumbling for the lube that's rolled towards the arm of the seat, using his spare hand to keep squeezing and groping Mingi's ass. He looks perfect like this, bent over and pliant. Yunho wonders if the power of it all is going to his head, the way his cock throbs, untouched in his trousers. "I'll go slow."
Mingi tells him exactly when he wants Yunho to add more lube, to add more fingers, and it's reassuring that, despite the change in their usual dynamic, Mingi's still confident enough to advocate for himself. It also reduces Yunho's nerves drastically, having his hand held through the process, and he does as he's told, willingly.
He's not sure how long they're there, fingering Mingi open as he's bent over the lumpy loveseat where only months ago he was admitting something he never thought he would. He'd do it all over again, he thinks, if it would always lead him here. But once he gets to four fingers, Mingi deems himself ready, turns over to look up at the older man.
Yunho's still fully clothed, starkly different to how bare Mingi is beneath him, the material of his jockstrap visibly damp with precum. The older man reaches to palm him gently, biting his bottom lip when he feels how saturated the fabric is.
"Shit, you're so wet, angel," he murmurs, voice thick with his own obvious desire, and Mingi whimpers quietly.
"Please, Yu," he begs, pulling clumsily at Yunho's belt. "Need you."
The words don't do much to dull the latent heat that's been boiling in him since the start of this, make his hands all shaky and numb as he reaches for his trousers, pulls his own hard cock out of the confines of his slacks. Mingi's eyes are all wide and needy, face pink with his want, jock practically translucent with how much he's been leaking. Yunho wants to devour him.
"Mmm, legs up, Princess," he commands, pushing the blonde's thighs up for easier access. Mingi grabs the back of his legs easily and pulls himself into a more exposed position. The vulnerability of what the younger man is giving him isn't lost on Yunho, and his mouth feels dry. "You're okay if I start?"
"Yeah," Mingi promises, nodding enthusiastically. "Fuck me."
He fumbles a little as he lines up, smearing the tip of his cock messily against Mingi's lube-slick hole, making them both gasp. Then he manages to push himself inside, just the first inch or so, and immediately has to stop with the intensity of how tight Mingi is around him.
"Oh God," Yunho pants, bending to pin Mingi's legs up, to rest his forehead against the younger man's. He slowly retreats, pushes his way back in, copying the way Mingi usually fucks him open, gently stretching him wider around his aching cock. "You're so tight."
"H-Ha, Yuyu, fuck," Mingi lets out, voice breathless as he keeps rocking in further. "Keep going, keep going."
Once he actually gets fully inside, he has to grip hard onto the flesh of Mingi's thighs to stop himself cumming on the spot, keeping their faces pressed close together. He can feel the way Mingi's body is shivering under him, and instinctively starts rubbing his hands soothingly over his legs, his hips.
"Okay?" he checks, and Mingi nods jerkily, breathing a bit laboured. He's not faring much better himself.
"Just st-stay there for a second," he murmurs, eyelids fluttering, head falling back. "You're big."
"Mmm," Yunho hums, pressing a kiss onto his jaw, his cheek, his neck, anywhere he can reach. "Beautiful, you're so beautiful," he whispers, lips brushing against Mingi's warm skin. "Made to take it."
"Y-Yunho," Mingi whines, walls fluttering around the older man's thick cock. "M-Move, slowly, please?"
Yunho does as he's told, dragging himself slowly out of Mingi before he thrusts back in, trying to go gradually deeper. The blonde's mouth falls open, breathless gasps slipping out of him. Yunho can't stop himself from watching every micro-expression on his face, enchanted by the pleasure on his face.
"Like that?" Yunho asks, focusing on keeping some kind of even rhythm, attempting to angle himself in a way that makes Mingi whimper. The younger man nods his head desperately, nails digging into his own flesh as he holds himself open for Yunho. "Fuck, pretty Princess."
"Ah, ha, Yunho, fuck," Mingi pants out, "more, please," he begs, and Yunho has no qualms about giving him what he wants. He fucks in a bit harder, a bit faster, and he feels Mingi's body go lax under him. Mingi reaches down to palm himself, and Yunho replaces where he was holding his leg with his own hand, gripping tight. The blonde is basically folded in half on the old loveseat, but all Yunho can focus on is the way he's panting out little cries, soft broken noises that make Yunho's stomach curl with intense heat.
"Feel good, baby?" Yunho asks, a bit breathless himself, and Mingi rubs himself through the wet material of his underwear, moaning lowly. "God, you look so fucking good like this, Min, angel."
"So good, g-good," Mingi whimpers, eyes squeezing shut as he speeds up his thrusts, as he strokes himself harder through the fabric. It's not doing much to hide anything, not with how it's basically see-through with his precum, and Yunho has to shout at himself not to focus on it too hard if he wants to last longer than three seconds. "Fuck me so good, Yuyu, p-please."
"Christ," Yunho grits out, pistoning his hips harder into the younger man, unable to refrain himself. "Take it so well, take it for me, Princess," his voice is all rough and weird around the edges, can't stop the obvious desire clinging to the vowels. Mingi just moans louder.
He fucks into him until the blonde is trembling, drooling as he reaches into his underwear and starts stroking himself properly, noises obscene in the silence of the backroom, serenaded by the pounding rain. Mingi whimpers and moans so prettily, only making the intense desperation inside Yunho's gut harder to fight against. He's about to admit that he's close, isn't sure he can hold out much longer, when Mingi's hiccuping over a whine, body jerking.
"Y-Yun, Yun, I'm gonna c-cum, please, please," Mingi begs, and Yunho tries to keep the momentum going, the heat in his gut from boiling over. "F-Fuck, fuck."
Yunho moans at the imagery, the way Mingi spasms under him as he cums, further wetting the material of his jockstrap, keeps rocking into him as he whimpers through it. Mingi's muscles flutter around him, clenching and squeezing him, and he grips hard into the blonde's thighs.
"Mingi, fuck, I-I'm cl-close, where do you-?" he cuts himself off with a shaky gasp, bowing his head, close enough to feel it in his molars. "Where can I cum?"
"Inside, please," the blonde moans, hand slowing as he works himself through his climax. "Fuck, inside please, Yuyu."
It takes two more thrusts before Yunho's crashing into his orgasm, overtaken by the static-filled heat of it, waves of it knocking the wind out of his lungs. He makes an unflattering wheezing noise, something between a groan and a gasp, crumbling around Mingi's body as he fucks himself in as deep as he can, grinds himself as close as possible.
They pant into each other's mouths, curled together, and Yunho registers the way the rain outside has lightened, the heave of Mingi's chest beneath him.
"I love you," Yunho breathes, straight into Mingi's lips, who grins against him.
"I love you too."
Mingi whines most of the way home, because of the drizzle, because of the sticky feeling in his underwear. Yunho points out that he simply followed the blonde's instructions, which only makes him whine louder.
Once they shower and dry off, Yunho bundles Mingi into bed with the kind of enthusiasm that would be mortifying if it weren't Mingi.
It's warm, intertwined together in that comforting, solid way that he's only ever felt around the other man. He sighs contentedly into Mingi's neck.
"We should go to the city, together," Yunho whispers, sudden and vulnerable, "I wanna dance with you."
It's laden with meaning that Mingi obviously understands, if the way his body stiffens slightly means anything, and he reaches to pet Yunho's hair gently.
"Yeah?" Mingi murmurs, "You know I'd never ask you to-"
"I know," Yunho interrupts, because he does. Despite the moments of failing confidence, he knows that Mingi wouldn't ask that of him. He doesn't have to prove himself. "I want to."
"Okay," he agrees softly, scratching his fingers against Yunho's scalp. "Then we'll go and dance."