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There was no introduction, just an immediate start to a video taken in a bedroom at daylight. It was Mingi’s bedroom. Seonghwa bent over his bed, shaking a sleeping Mingi gently by the shoulder.
The video was silent until Seonghwa's voiceover came in. "Mingis require a lot of sleep. Though as a result, waking one is rather difficult.”
Then on the video itself, Seonghwa could be seen speaking. "Mingi, we're going to be late."
Mingi hummed, eyes still closed. He reached for Seonghwa’s arm, pulled him down into bed with him. The voiceover sounded over Seonghwa audibly sighing on camera. "He will insist. You must be persistent otherwise he'll take any leeway he can get."
"Please get up." Mingi didn't stir. In fact, it seemed he had immediately fallen asleep again, breathing slower and louder.
"Sometimes you have to get creative," the voiceover said, a touch of humor to Seonghwa's voice as, on screen, he yielded to the hold until the grip on him loosened. He shimmied down when the arm went slack, pulling the blanket off and shifting around Mingi's boxers until his hard cock popped through the hole in front.
"Your Mingi will wake up hard more mornings than not. You can use that to your advantage if you’re running late." After a few dry jerks to get him fully hard, he held his cock up by the base, keeping it still while he slid onto his knees to bend over it easily to give the head a little suck.
Right away, Mingi stirred a bit. He opened his legs, humming again. His eyes opened sleepily after another swallow. He looked down at Seonghwa sucking him off.
He wiggled a bit, rubbed his thighs together. "Hyung," in a dragged, lazy plea.
“Mingis like when you do everything for them,” said dryly over footage of Seonghwa raising his head for a moment to pull down Mingi’s boxers for him, nudging his legs apart.
"A Mingi is very needy, but he makes it very easy to figure out what he wants."
He raised both legs, bent at the knee, spread wider. He nodded toward his bedside table, toward the plastic lube pump bottle. Seonghwa pressed a couple of pumps into his hand, rubbing it onto index and middle finger before pressing them in past his cheeks, not inside him yet.
Seonghwa repositioned himself first, mouth cock-level again, securing his mouth on first before pushing the fingers in properly.
Mingi was clearly more lively by the moment, bucking up, thighs flexing to push himself up into the thrusts and into Seonghwa's mouth. More active, he adjusted and shifted often, eyes going from lidded and heavy to wide and watching Seonghwa.
Only informed by the stutter of his body, a groan and a writhe of his lower half away, was it clear that Mingi was cumming.
Seonghwa took the mouthful with two thick swallows. He pulled off, smacking Mingi lightly by the thigh. "Come on, up."
When Mingi sat up, his hair was mussed, sticking up. He stood and Seonghwa smacked him lightly on the ass. "Go wash up and get dressed. We gotta go."
Mingi nodded and walked out as he was, not even pulling on his boxers as he left his room.
-
Footage of Mingi and Hongjoong seated side by side at the table played. Mingi nudged around the vegetables on his plate while Hongjoong's voiceover came. "Mingis are fussy."
It cut to example footage. First Mingi at a restaurant wrinkling his nose at a burger, followed by a cut to him grimacing as he drank his Pepsi.
It cut back with, "While he is picky, the right attention can influence him."
After growing visibly impatient watching, Hongjoong picked up a piece of broccoli by hand and held it up toward Mingi's face. "Open."
Mingi looked at him, a furrow of his brow in brief, futile protest, but he slowly opened his mouth for a floret. He held it in there, until a tap on his jaw from Hongjoong's thumb, then he closed his mouth and chewed.
He made a face, but swallowed it down. He wasn't as receptive to the next one, mouth tight and close-lipped to the next floret. "Sometimes sacrifices must be made to care for your Mingi."
Hongjoong popped it into his own mouth first, holding it loosely between lips over his teeth, wincing before leaning in to deliver it mouth to mouth, which Mingi accepted more readily with the new feeding method introduced.
Once the broccoli was gone between them, that left their mouths pressed together softly at first.
"Use positive reinforcement with your Mingi," said as Hongjoong kissed him. He climbed into his lap, arm hooked around his neck to hang over the table and grab more broccoli to feed him. He ate it with far less fuss with Hongjoong in his lap, encouraging him between bites with more pecks.
While Mingi fed on broccoli directly from Hongjoong's fingers, Hongjoong kept him distracted and happy by grinding on his lap. He was mid-bite when he pressed up suddenly, where both of his arms came up to wrap around Hongjoong’s back so he wouldn’t fall off.
Hongjoong glanced down once Mingi settled. “Did you cum?”
Mingi nodded, and once satisfied, he turned his head away and whined as Hongjoong pushed more broccoli toward him.
On video, Hongjoong laughed and went back to his own seat, conceding by putting the broccoli back on the plate. “Above all, recognize his limits.”
-
Yunho could be seen standing in Mingi’s doorway, Mingi looking up from his laptop to greet him. “You wanna get lunch? My treat.”
As Mingi nodded, Yunho’s voiceover sounded. “Transporting your Mingi from one place or another is integral to Mingi upkeep. Here I’ll show you ideal transport conditions to keep your Mingi happy.”
The scene changed to Mingi on his phone in the passenger side. Rather than using a cup holder, he had his soda cup between his knees. The car came to an abrupt stop, the soda jerked forward, would’ve spilled if it hadn’t been for Yunho’s hand coming up between Mingi’s knees to stop it. Once saved, he moved the cup into a proper cup holder.
“Mingis are naturally very clumsy, always be extra mindful of things that can break or spill in their presence.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” To affirm it, Yunho patted him on the knee.
“Mingis have a tendency to sulk even if they’re not overtly scolded. Reassuring one is easy, however.”
At another stoplight, Yunho rubbed high on Mingi’s thigh for a measure, hand dipping in to rub over the crotch. Mingi set his seat back to spread his legs, to let Yunho massage him while they were in off and on traffic. He got hard, looked over to Yunho, contented and relaxed, already seeming to have forgotten his near mishap.
Traffic cleared again, however, and Yunho had both hands on the wheel. Mingi raised his backrest again and leaned over the armrest compartment.
“They’re willful, but you’ll find you won’t mind,” said over footage of Yunho spreading out one knee to make it easier for Mingi to unbutton his jeans, to pull his cock out as-is, small smile on Yunho’s and an encouraging nod.
Mingi bent further, just as Yunho was half-hard, and sucked it into his mouth. Wet, mostly letting the bumps of the road do most of the thrusts, just Mingi’s mouth and lips moving along the wiggling of the tongue.
Yunho sighed, an affectionate pat to Mingi’s head when he could take one of the hands off the wheel.
Yunho shut the radio off, leaving only the sound of Mingi’s wet, smacking mouth and the sound of Yunho’s breathing as they pulled into their parking garage, a sight of a little overflow of cum trickling back down Yunho’s shaft as Mingi sloppily swallowed.
-
The scene opened to Mingi exercising, doing a set of weightless squats.
“Introducing an exercise regimen is key for the long term health of your Mingi,” Yeosang’s voice could be heard.
Mingi fell onto the mat after counting to 20 on the present set. He breathed in deep and reached for his water bottle. “Do I really have to do another one? My legs are on fire.”
"You might find your Mingi is resistant. You mustn't give into this because it fosters bad habits."
Then on video, Yeosang spoke directly to Mingi. "If you finish the next set, I’ll give you something good."
"Sometimes he just needs a push.”
Mingi finished another set of squats slowly, but what mattered was that it was done. He fell back onto the mat again, stretching out his legs, expectantly looking up at Yeosang as he smiled down at him.
Then came the reward, cutting to Mingi doing squats yet again, but now Yeosang laid back on the mat while Mingi rode him. Yeosang verbally encouraged him to keep the pace, Mingi’s hard cock bouncing, Yeosang’s hands tight on Mingi’s thighs to make sure he got low enough.
He brought him to the brink of exhaustion, Mingi falling back again, tapping out with his hand over Yeosang’s once he couldn’t take anymore.
“Rewards should be highly engaging,” came the educational insight as, on-screen, Yeosang readjusted to the new position of Mingi on his back, picking up his legs to drive into him hard.
For a while, it was only the on-screen audio. Slapping, wet sounds of Yeosang fucking Mingi, Mingi groaning out whenever Yeosang drove home, even Yeosang’s own sounds of exertion from fucking Mingi hard enough for it to count as cardio.
Mingi came on his cock just from the penetration, cumming in an arc on his newly developed abs, pooling between each row.
"Take small steps with your Mingi for healthy and happy living.”
While Mingi was fucked more softly as Yeosang recouped some of his breath, he glowed, satisfied, growing soft and playing with the cum on his stomach over the bumps of his abs, smiling tiredly at the hand on his cheek.
“You did great today.”
-
“You might find you have to stimulate your Mingi. He grows bored easily.”
On screen, San squeezed in between Mingi and the wall in his room, loosely cuddling him as he took out his phone to pull up videos. At first innocuous, some funny animal ones they watched together until they both got bored of that and San opened porn instead.
They watched one man fuck another man pressed up against the wall.
Mingi turned to him. “You wanna try that?”
“You’ll find Mingis will often like to replicate what they see.”
A montage of footage played, the two of them suddenly nude, trying and failing to find the balance of lifting Mingi, pinning him to the wall where San either wouldn’t immediately lose his hold and footing and Mingi wouldn’t immediately flop all of his weight to one side and throw everything off.
Finally, it stopped on one scene, San with a good, firm grip beneath Mingi’s buttocks, Mingi braced against the wall, bottom forward but the upper torso leaned back to keep the balance. Thrusts were done shallowly, in short bursts as San grew accustomed and confident in his hold.
Once it looked stable enough, San really started thrusting, letting Mingi’s lower half fall down on him to let gravity help him go as deep as he can.
They had a run that lasted a few good minutes before it was clear San was beginning to struggle as Mingi’s weight slowly slumped forward again.
After that, he set Mingi down, though Mingi went down even further until he knelt. He placed a hand on San’s hip to keep him still while he went down on him, sucking him off in that position. A hand on stayed on the back of his head as leverage to pump into his mouth until he sighed out, warning him just to let it know it was coming.
Mingi swallowed it down, and they both returned to bed, San pulling up porn again, using his other hand to steadily jack Mingi off until they came across a video of a seated couple fucking in a full nelson.
Mingi turned to San again. “You wanna try that?” sounding hopeful and excited.
“The key to caring for a Mingi is knowing your work is never done.”
-
“They wanted me to go over the dos and don’ts of teasing your Mingi.” Echoing Wooyoung’s voiceover, a title card appeared that read, ‘Teasing your Mingi: Dos and Don’ts’.
Another brief title card followed. ‘Do: Overstimulate’
The next scene was Wooyoung sucking hard on Mingi’s cock as he was cumming, two fingers deep. Mingi’s thighs bounced, calves jerked, looking like he was trying to kick out but couldn’t with jump ropes tying his ankles to the legs of the chair.
“Wooyoung, Wooyoung, please.”
“Now he may beg and he may cry, but Mingis are actually more resilient than they let on.”
Wooyoung grinned, flashing teeth at him briefly before dropping his head again and sucking a little harder, a little longer, fading out on another plea from Mingi.
‘Don't: Banter’
Mingi was still fully dressed, Wooyoung less so, in boxes, legs dropped between Mingi’s, on top of him while they made out.
Mingi’s mouth opened wide into the kiss, a heavy breath out that caused Wooyoung to lift himself a bit to lower to look at the wet spot on the front of Mingi’s sweats. He laughed, a playful flick to his upper thigh. “A little too excited, huh?”
Mingi sulked, pouting after being lightly insulted and turning his head away from another kiss.
“Oh, come on, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s cute.”
“I’m not cute,” Mingi huffed.
Wooyoung smiled wider, but he kept his mouth shut and leaned in for another kiss that was accepted that time.
“Tread carefully if you’re going to poke fun at him.”
‘Do: Deny Him Orgasms’
Wooyoung had a hand massager that he pressed to the head of Mingi’s cock as he laid down. The other hand jacked him off a bit. From the head, there was a slow drip of pre-cum from his hard cock to his stomach in a continuous string.
Just as Mingi started to push his hips up, Wooyoung pulled off the massager and released his grip. “Not yet.”
Mingi sighed, tried to make an appeal with a pitiful furrow of his brows that went ignored. He nodded in the end.
Wooyoung kept the time in his head before taking him in hand again and pressing the massager to the head of his cock.
The stream of pre-cum got a little thicker in its persistent flow. “Mingis can go a long time without cumming. It’s been well over a week here.”
Mingi worked over his jaw, but his tell was the fingers gripping the sheets, Wooyoung putting an abrupt stop to everything again.
He gave time for Mingi to let out a small tantrum, a leg kicked against the bed in frustration before he nodded to let Wooyoung know he was no longer on that edge.
Wooyoung continued, bringing Mingi close again.. “This way when you finally do let him-”
There was no sign of stopping then, even as Mingi’s tells became obvious. His mouth hung open, an exhale-turned-moan letting out when his hips pressed up again. The pre-cum ended, turned to a spurt of semen, a huge volume of it throughout a shaking orgasm. His cock twitched and leaked its last drips of cum well after Wooyoung pulled away.
“-it’ll be fun for the both of you.”
Wooyoung patted Mingi’s head affectionately, a soft, sweet tap of fingers to his cheek.
‘Don't: Deprive Him of Attention’
“While you want to keep him wanting, you don’t want to keep him from actually having.”
Mingi and Wooyoung were on the couch. They weren’t watching anything either of them were particularly engaged in, both on their phones, occasionally glancing up to the television if it sounded like something interesting was going on.
That’s when Mingi propositioned Wooyoung, pressed a hand to his thigh. It earned his eye, though Wooyoung only raised a brow and shrugged it off, returning to his phone.
“We went over how these methods are very successful for Seonghwas and Sans, however this does not apply to Mingis.”
Almost immediately, Mingi looked dejected, pouting and pulling his hand off as he returned to his phone and retreated into his sadness.
Wooyoung reversed course, from some push to all pull, setting his phone down to give his undivided attention, throwing his arms around Mingi’s shoulders to pull him in for a kiss which Mingi was delighted to return.
‘Do: Cum on His Face’
“Make sure he knows you think he’s pretty.”
Wooyoung had his cock buried halfway down Mingi’s throat, bob of his throat seen from swallowing. “Pull off, I’m cumming.”
Confused, Mingi did as he was told only to realize why when Wooyoung finished himself off with a few pumps and aimed at Mingi’s face, getting him coated with it. Cum dripped off his lips, off his jaw, off of his lashes. Mingi blinked heavily to displace some of it, licking his lips clean.
“You look good like that. Smile for me.”
Mingi did, and a little wider after a thumb stroked down his cheek.
‘Don't: Use a Condom’
Rather than any voiceover, another montage appeared of various members giving Mingi creampie after creampie. All appearing to be from one evening, members lined up or sitting around waiting for their turn, transitional shots of semen pouring out of his hole or dribbling from the corner of his mouth like a river.
"Hopefully this helps in knowing your Mingi’s limits," came the final voiceover for Wooyoung’s portion of the video playing over him fucking another load into Mingi.
-
The camera was fixed to a shot of Jongho carrying Mingi over his shoulder and tossing him into bed.
"Putting a Mingi to sleep is much easier than waking him up." At odds with the voiceover, however, Mingi’s arms locked behind Jongho’s back as he got ready to stand. “Though there are some occasions where he’s not sleepy right away.”
Jongho helped Mingi out of his clothes, getting him undressed, already a bit hard from the anticipation of it. He only detached himself from Jongho long enough to let a piece of clothing come off until there was nothing left on him.
He laid him down, Mingi’s head propped up on his pillow, watching as Jongho kissed down his neck and chest and squeezed his thighs and sides.
Jongho got undressed with him after an insistent tug on the front of his shirt. He gave in, got undressed, leaning over to the bedside table to get lube to finger Mingi opened a bit, his cock getting fully hard.
“How do you want it?” Jongho asked.
“Slow.”
Jongho nodded, drawing Mingi’s legs apart to give him enough space to slide in between them, to line himself up after another slip of his fingers to check if all was well, that Mingi was relaxed enough for him.
“You want it?”
“Please,” Mingi hissed.
Jongho lined up, pushed in. He held the small of Mingi’s back to adjust as needed, Mingi shifting his bottom to also help along. It looked tight, Jongho thicker than all the others.
He squeezed Mingi’s cock, got a jut from his hips like that that Jongho used to thrust in the rest of the way. Mingi breathed slowly, a hand gripping Jongho’s forearm.
Fully seated, the moment stayed suspended that way. Jongho leaned over, kissed Mingi on the mouth, opened and wet between them. Slow, just like Mingi wanted, undulating his hips in while long limbs wrapped around whatever was in reach, including ankles locked across his back.
He came inside first, stayed in and was hard enough to thrust harder for a bit while things were wetter and more open as he brought Mingi off, getting him to shudder, his eyelids to float closed as he let out a long, loud sigh.
Jongho pulled out, took care of cleanup because Mingi’s limbs were getting heavy fast, eyes struggling to stay open as he watched Jongho move around in his room. Before getting dressed, he leaned over standing, a soft kiss to Mingi’s mouth before pulling the covers up. Then came the final line.
"Goodnight, hyung." Jongho flicked off the light.