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Seungmin is dragging his thumb over Minho's rim, gaping and swollen after he'd quite literally plowed Minho into the mattress, when he catches the shiver that runs along Minho's spine, and has the audacity to ask, "You doing okay, hyung?"
"No," Minho's voice is muffled from where he's lying face-first into the pillow. His ears are noticeably red even in the semi-darkness of Seungmin's room, and Seungmin can't blame him— not when he'd just been pumped full of cum. "I'm in mourning. Leave me alone."
Seungmin shakes his head, amusement gleaming in his eyes. He gets up from his haunches, leaning over Minho's prone form until his lips are grazing one pink-shelled ear. Minho stiffens up by reflex, but the tension quickly melts into something warm, just on the cusp of boiling over.
"Are you mourning for your butt, hyung? And just when I'm getting started—" Seungmin earns an elbow to the ribs for this, but he takes it all in stride, laughing as he rolls over to lay beside Minho instead. He runs a hand along the soft valley of Minho's back, revisiting a path he's already well-acquianted with. The next time he speaks, he is gentler, sweeter. "We can stop if you want to. I can always use my two coupons next time."
Minho makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a scoff, and Seungmin is proven right a few seconds later when Minho brings his face up to glare at him sharply.
"No. You said you wanted to claim all three of your coupons tonight, so we're doing it three times tonight."
Seungmin isn't sure if he should be exasperated or endeared— only Minho would take his concern for a challenge instead. He rests his hand on Minho's hip, squeezing once. Whatever you say, hyung. Always so indulgent, because Minho gives back just as much as Seungmin allows him to take.
"Why were you mourning, then?" Seungmin asks, twisting to lie on his side instead. He props an elbow on the mattress, resting his chin on his palm as he watches Minho closely.
"I was mourning for your innocence." Minho replies, mirroring Seungmin so their bodies are parallel images of each other. He scrunches his nose, obviously trying for irritated, but Seungmin simply likens the sight to that of a slightly annoyed bunny. "You could've used those coupons for an ice cream date. Maybe even a trip to that dog cafe you've been bugging me about since last month. But no, with you it's all breed, breed, breed. Who even says that. The fuck."
Minho's tone is lukewarm at best, absent of any real heat, especially since he'd been just as enthusiastic barely thirty minutes ago, tugging Seungmin's shorts down after he'd slammed all three birthday coupons on the bed and told Minho with unwavering determination, "I'll use all my wishes to breed you, hyung."
Now, Minho pouts in that excessively dramatic way of his, eyelashes casting shadows over his pronounced cheekbones as he mumbles, "To think I thought you were a cute puppy when we first met."
Seungmin grins, rueful but mostly fond. "Well, a puppy does need to breed."
Minho makes a face. "You're disgusting."
"Yeah." Seungmin says, his attention already caught on the dip of Minho's upper lip in this proximity. His eyes linger on Minho's mouth before he meets his gaze again. "Let me kiss you?"
"I don't see why not, since I already let you cum in my ass— mmph!" Minho clings to Seungmin's biceps as he's scooped up in his arms, Seungmin's mouth slick on his own before a tongue darts out to trace the seam of Minho's lips, seeking entry. It's easier to give in like this, when Minho's too lightheaded to keep his walls up and Seungmin's bravado penetrates right through those flimsy layers, swallowing each and every sound he manages to draw out from Minho's very core.
They stay like this, so intimately connected that even the moonlight spilling through the window can find no gap to slip through between them, until Seungmin draws back to whisper, voice sandpaper-rough, "Hyung," another peck on the bow of Minho's lips, like he can't help himself, "let me touch you?"
A small hand closes around Seungmin's cock in lieu of a reply, with Minho pointedly staring at Seungmin's face, first rigid with surprise, then slack with pleasure as Minho twists his wrist just so. With Minho, words are unnecessary, sometimes even overrated.
Seungmin leans his forehead against Minho's, sweaty bangs clinging together as he watches the shameless, expert way Minho works him to full hardness. He pumps his hips into the perfect circle of Minho's hand, enjoying the sight of those diligent, tiny fingers around the swollen shape of him until frustration starts bubbling up his throat, his own movements confined by the position they're in.
He halts Minho's actions with a gentle, reassuring hand around his wrist, leaning in to kiss the flush on Minho's cheek, feeling the heat of it directly against his lips. "Lay back for me, hyung." is all it takes for Minho to grow pliant, easily sinking back into the mattress, spread-eagled and waiting.
Seungmin wastes no time in climbing over him, his thighs framing Minho's fuller ones, but instead of parting them like Minho had been expecting, Seungmin slides down, down, down, his mouth leaving kisses in its wake until he reaches his destination.
Minho has half a mind to peer down at Seungmin, his lips already parted halfway to ask, "Seungmin, what are you doing?" only he never gets past Seungmin's name before his cock is engulfed in hot, hot wetness. He gasps, legs closing on reflex, with Seungmin pulling off to laugh, not meanly— never, ever mean— but with a softness that shouldn't have a place in this situation, not with what Seungmin's doing— and is yet to do.
"I need you to keep your legs open." Seungmin says, his fondness fading into something a little more sinister. He runs a hand up Minho's thigh, those dark, intense eyes fixed on Minho's face until he lifts his head up enough to stare back at Seungmin. "Can you do that for me, hyung?"
Minho, with his rose-colored cheeks and heavy-lidded gaze, manages to huff and retort, "Since it's your birthday, I guess I'll allow it." and Seungmin has never been so in love (or aroused) as he is now.
He beams up at Minho before making an obscene show of licking him around the head, suckling the tip into his mouth. Minho falls back onto the bed, slack-jawed as Seungmin swallows him down, slapping a hand over his mouth when a noise that suspiciously sounds like a whine is ripped right out of him.
Seungmin withdraws, clicking his tongue in disapproval before reaching an arm out to tug Minho's hand away. "Don't do that." he warns, then, cloying, "You make the cutest little noises, and I intend to enjoy every single one of them on my birthday, okay?"
Minho grumbles something that closely resembles the word bastard, but makes no move to either kick Seungmin off the bed or throw a hissy fit. Instead, he breathes in until he's relaxed enough, eyes fixed pointedly on the ceiling. Seungmin squeezes his upper thigh before he's moving it out of the way, just enough to expose Minho's hole. Then, without so much as a warning, he swoops in to taste the remnants of himself leaking out of Minho, moaning as Minho's thighs automatically close around his head.
"Seungmin!" Minho squeaks, a hand coming down to grab at his hair. Every nerve ending in his system is singed with molten desire as Seungmin starts to eat him out, the thought itself enough to suspend Minho's brain in white noise for a few seconds before he's brought back to reality by Seungmin's tongue slipping inside. "Ah— Seungmin, fuck— fuck—"
Seungmin groans in response, getting just as much pleasure, if not more, from the way Minho tastes and sounds and feels, so hot and tight and wet, trembling all the way to his bones just from Seungmin's mouth on him. For someone who always tries to put up such a callous facade, Minho breaks down so easily and so sweetly, already sobbing out Seungmin's name from the stimulation.
Just as Minho is showing telltale signs of being at the precipice of his undoing— from his quick, shallow breathing to his toes curling into the mattress— Seungmin pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before grinning down at a rather murderous Minho.
"That was nice." he says, dismissing the few choice words Minho flings his way in favor of holding him by the waist, dragging Minho down until their hips are aligned. "I'll be using that second coupon now."
Despite the imperative tone in Seungmin's voice, he waits until Minho gives a curt nod, a rare show of meekness in the face of everything he's allowed Seungmin to do to him up until this point. It's not even the first time that Seungmin will be inside him tonight, and yet he's already pink and pretty all over, flustered by the careful attention Seungmin dotes on him as he presses in in in.
It's a relatively easy slide, made easier by the stretch of Seungmin's girth not an hour ago, and yet Seungmin's face breaks open halfway through, brow furrowed and mouth parted around a silent gasp.
Minho, always the more vocal one in bed, balances Seungmin's more subdued noises with a drawn-out moan, choking on the sound when Seungmin unceremoniously pushes up to the hilt. He only spares them both a brief moment to adjust before his fingers sink into Minho's sides, the soft lines diffused by Seungmin's sharp knuckles, keeping Minho in place as he starts fucking him in a swift, unforgiving tempo.
"Oh—" Minho is past the point of suppressing the sounds that Seungmin is quite literally pushing out of him with each thrust, a constant string of ah ah ahs and variations of Seungmin's name— each differing in pitch depending on how hard Seungmin is drilling him into the bed— tumbling out of his mouth. "S-Seung— Seungm-in!"
Seungmin isn't faring any better, his breathing growing more ragged by the second despite the unfaltering grip he has on Minho, holding him steady as he takes and takes and takes. His vision starts to whiten at the edges as the all-consuming pleasure overtakes any rational thought, replaced by the primal need to fill Minho up to the brim.
"Hyung— Minho—" He chokes out, his gut coiling at the sight Minho makes beneath him— the whites of his eyes directed at the ceiling, the column of his neck bared as if in surrender— the visual alone is almost too much for Seungmin to take, but what eventually sends him tumbling off the edge is Minho's sudden tightness around him, lodging his cock in place as Minho comes untouched, spurting thick and hot on his own belly. "Hyung, fuck, you're perfect, you're— you're so— ah—"
Seungmin babbles on senselessly as he rides out his orgasm, his vision bursting with a blinding white that he has to shut his eyes against it. With his senses heightened at the crest of his release, Seungmin becomes acutely aware of just how much he's filling Minho up a second time, so much so that the overflow seeps past Minho's rim.
It's not long before the feeling comes back to Seungmin's limbs, dredging up the last of his energy to pull out of Minho and roll over his side instead. He collapses on the mattress, muscles heavy as if lined with lead, chasing his breath like he'd just ran a marathon. Beside him, Minho is on the same road of recovery, blinking rapidly like his brain is still catching up to the present time.
"You pervert." is the first thing Minho eventually blurts out, ears undeniably pink as he tries to shift around, grimacing at the incriminating squelch that echoes in the room.
"Yeah, it was good for me too, hyung." Seungmin replies sardonically, which earns his jaw a near-collision course with Minho's fist. He's quick to pull Minho closer to him, not for the sole reason of avoiding any future threats to his life, but to also hold Minho at his most vulnerable, still glassy-eyed and fucked out.
Minho forgoes his usual snark by choosing to melt against Seungmin's chest, neither of them compelled to fill the silence that stretches in the aftermath of their pleasure. Instead, they simply bask in the moment, with Minho feeling sated and loved and so, so full that he can feel it in his throat, through his veins, everywhere.
Once his heartbeat has evened out, Minho finally takes notice of the patterns Seungmin is tracing on his skin, his ears taking on a deeper hue of pink when he deciphers the words behind the random shapes.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Over and over, as if Seungmin wants every pore he's touching to remember, until just the press of his fingers on Minho's skin will have him bursting with the memory— You love me. You love me. You love me.
"Seungmin..." Minho can't quite keep the tremor from his voice, overwhelmed by the gravity of what he feels. Of what Seungmin feels for him. When Seungmin looks over he's got an expression on his face that lets Minho know that he understands. That even in the absence of verbal affirmation, they're both standing on the same ground. Something in Minho unclenches, relief unspooling as he says, "Run me a bath."
Seungmin hums, tapping his thumb on Minho's shoulder, pretending to think it over. "Sure... but only if I can use coupon number three in the shower."
Minho lets out a long-suffering sigh, but his eyes sparkle with the same galaxy of stars Seungmin holds in his.
"Your wish is my command... idiot."