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Ever since they were kids, Yunho had always striven to give Mingi everything he asked for. Food, games, gifts, the inside seat on the bus. He never even hesitated when it came to Mingi. He was Yunho's best friend after all. Always had been.
And despite the unbearable aches that sometimes shot through Yunho…the bone deep jabs of want and need that never seemed to ease when it came to his best friend–he rarely asked for much in return. Friendship was enough for him. Any kind of love was exactly the kind of love he wanted from Mingi.
So how he ended up here, with a starry-eyed Mingi slumped on his knees with his mouth wide open and his hands rubbing soothing circles into Yunho’s trembling thighs–he wasn’t really sure. He wished he could say that he understood the messy path of jokes, drinks, pranks, and revelations that had led him to that scene, but right then–his brain was empty.
Well, almost empty.
All he could think about was plush, pink lips. Wet and thick and inviting. Mingi had a tendency to breathe through his mouth, especially when he was excited, and this biological habit might have been an annoyance to other people. But for Yunho, it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever witnessed.
He loved watching Mingi’s slick lips, rounded to a pretty pink “O”, as he ran on the treadmill. Lived for the moments when Mingi’s glossy tongue would poke out between those lips when he was concentrating on a game on his phone. Would do just about anything to see those slightly crooked teeth gleam under the flash of his phone’s camera when they went out on the town and took selfies in poorly lit bathrooms.
Yunho couldn’t deny it. He had a preoccupation with Mingi’s mouth in its entirety, but he was especially fond of his friend’s thick lips. He swore he could get hard just from watching Mingi gnaw at them during a scary movie. He was definitely hard now as he stared down at Mingi who was pouting up at him with those pristine petals of plush pink perfection fully glossed.
His posture broke only slightly when Mingi’s tongue slid across those lips one more time to freshen up the coating of slick that was already driving Yunho absolutely insane.
“Please, Yun. I know it’s sudden, but…I’ve always wanted…you’re just soooo…”
His low voice was rock candy dipped in amaretto sour in Yunho’s ears with each pleading word. They were so long and drawn out and desperate . Yunho believed his friend when he begged.
“So what?” His own voice sounded frail in comparison. This wasn’t just some drunken hookup for him. He had dreamt of stripping every inch of Mingi’s clothes from his body and covering his honeyed skin with blooming lilac starbursts for as long as he could remember. His tongue ached to taste and his eyes stung with the desire to never blink again as long as he could keep them wide while watching Mingi .
“You’re so dreamy . How could I not want you? Your skin looks so soft and you’re so sweet and you’re hips are so fucking ugh –my God– did you think I wouldn’t notice you on the dancefloor with that idiot San?!”
Yunho held back laughter as Mingi rambled on and on. It was especially funny that he mentioned San, considering he only danced with their loud and proud friend as a way to get Mingi’s eyes on him and only him.
“I’ll do anything for you, Min. You know that.” He stumbled forward, as if in a trance, until the buckle of his belt was nearly dragging along Mingi’s plump lower lip.
His friend’s eyes nearly crossed when he noticed how close they had become. He actually did drag his lips against the copper belt buckle in front him then, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of cool metal on flesh.
Yunho could only smile as he watched. He knew what Mingi wanted. His friend had already growled it in his ear over twenty minutes ago when he dragged him out of the party and into their shared room.
“Can I please taste?”
And God it felt so good to be wanted and needed. Yunho was beginning to wonder if there was a term for that. A kink. A fetish. The inextinguishable desire to give everything you have to another person. His stiff cock knocked against his zipper in response, the action completely visible to Mingi who had a front row seat.
Mingi’s eyes looked playful when he grinned up at Yunho, those perfect, slick lips thinning out over his chiclet teeth so endearingly. Yunho swore he felt his heart thump audibly in his chest like he was in a k-drama.
“Yes, please.” He didn’t even try to play coy. For years, he had wanted Mingi. Had wanted to suck the sweat off of his spine when they played an intense round of soccer all alone on the pitch at midnight. Had wanted to drench his friend in gold and lilies and the sweetest silks known to man just to see those cute teeth on display in a smile. Had hoped and prayed that Mingi saw him the same way.
Mingi didn’t waste a second. His hands immediately flew to Yunho’s belt, even as his teeth worked to shimmy his zipper down. His hands and mouth worked in tandem to get Yunho’s jeans and boxers around his ankles in record time, the chilly air of their room wrapping around him like a brisk autumn breeze.
Yunho’s cock was thick and heavy between his legs when Mingi wrapped a gentle hand around its base to press a tender kiss to the tip. Before he did anything else, his eyes drifted up to lock on Yunho who was already staring at him in awe.
His friend’s sweet lips rounded to call out to him one more time, “Yunho. I’ve wanted you for so long. Thank you. Not just for this...” His hand came to his hair as he laughed awkwardly. “Uh, for everything. I love you a lot, and…just thought you should know that before I, well–”
Yunho nodded dumbly as Mingi grinned up at him, as if his veiny hand wasn’t still strapped to his cock like it was karaoke night and his dick was the mic. “I love you too, man. A lot. Like so much.”
Mingi’s eyes seemed to glow with all the light of the cosmos when he heard those words. It sparked a chain reaction in Yunho’s neurological system that felt like all the stars and planets in space playing pinball along his limbic system.
He didn’t think it could get any better.
He was wrong.
Though he had spent hours and hours watching those puffy lips get puffier on icy treats and spicy snacks, it was a whole different experience to watch them double in size around his leaking cock. They were already so wet from his spit, but in seconds, they were soaked in Yunho’s shiny slick. He looked perverse as his big mouth stretched to engulf as much of Yunho’s length in one go as possible. He was all lips and tongue, his hand only working along the base of Yunho’s cock as a means to keep its thickness standing upright.
His chest felt ablaze as he stared down at the man kneeling between his shaky legs. He should’ve sat down for this. Why on Earth was he still standing? How was he still standing?
When Mingi’s lips bumped into his steadying hand at the bottom of Yunho’s cock, he moaned so loud it was like he was the one getting the life sucked out of him . It made Yunho’s already weak knees completely buckle. He slid to the ground in a pile, sitting up only enough to pull Mingi’s slick lips against his own.
He ached . His throat was parched with a need to swallow around Mingi until there was nothing left to swallow. His tongue ventured forward easily, seemingly dry when faced with the soaking wet depths of Mingi’s warm mouth. Never a fan of kissing like this, Yunho was a bit inexperienced, but with Mingi–everything was hot. And wet. And everything he had ever wanted.
His hips bucked upwards when Mingi’s firm hand wrapped around his still dripping length. He had nearly forgotten the damn thing was out in the open for all to see. His mind was so embarrassingly wrapped around the two tongues soaked and swirling between them that the rest of his body felt like nothing but rosewater mist.
Mingi had always been skilled with his hands. An avid gamer, near-professional bassist, and lifelong fan of arts and crafts–Yunho never stood a chance when his already sensitive length was in his friend’s grasp. He fell backwards until his back hit soft carpet, Mingi following right after him to nestle his hips right between Yunho’s spread thighs.
Their lips parted for only a moment so Mingi could whisper, “Can I touch us both?”
“Shit…fuck, I mean yes. Yes please.” Yunho sounded crazed, begging for something he didn’t even need to beg for.
And Mingi once again didn’t hesitate. He just pulled his own cock up over the waistband of his shorts and spit in his hand before running those soaked digits over both their cocks at once. His hand was so big, easily wrapping around both of them and flicking with such skilled ease that Yunho almost felt jealous for a second.
But with each wet slide of his friend’s hand, his worries melted away. They were slow and gentle, drenched just like his mouth that was latched right onto Yunho’s jugular like some kind of creature of the night long starved. It reminded Yunho of when they were teenagers and Mingi would take twice as long to eat his meals. He always took his time. Savored every last drop of anything he ate. Relished in any activity that brought him joy. Yunho was nothing like Mingi, but he loved him all the same. He loved giving Mingi what he wanted, and right now, Mingi wanted him. All of him.
Yunho pulled his head away so he could stare at Mingi with shiny eyes that spoke of years of companionship and devotion. Though Mingi was still tugging at their cocks between them, Yunho couldn’t help but smile up at him like a proud puppy. “I love you, Mingki.”
“Uuughh, love you more. Love you so much. Hurts sometimes. Want more.”
Yunho decided to act a little more like Mingi then. Because he was starving too. He wanted to take what he could from Mingi, but he wanted to give too. Both ways. Any way he could.
“Mingi… fuck , ugh, lay on your back please.”
Not a moment of hesitation. Mingi easily complied, falling backwards and allowing Yunho to shuffle forward to remove both their pants and boxers.
When they were both only in shirts, he crawled up Mingi’s body to place a tender kiss right under his ear then whispered something a little too embarrassing for him to say out loud.
He could feel Mingi’s smile against his cheek as he spoke. He could hear it in his voice when he responded, “Really? You want to? Of course… of course I want to .”
A raw shiver ran through Yunho at the sincerity in his best friend’s voice. He leaned back to smile down at Mingi before switching gears without another word. Clambering over Mingi’s body, his thighs bracketed Mingi’s tummy while his head hovered just over his friend’s knees. Glancing behind himself, he could see Mingi’s eyes nearly crossing as he looked at Yunho’s hind half in its full, bare glory.
“Mingi! Stop staring…ohmygodthisissoembarassing.”
“It’s…you’re so…fuck, you’re so hot. You know I love your ass. Now shut up and scoot back, stupid.”
A silly chuckle tumbled out of Yunho as he shimmied backwards until Mingi’s stiff cock was nearly slapping him in the face. His own cock hovered right over his friend’s mouth when he finally got into the right position.
“You’re so fucking huge , Yunho. Shit, I didn’t think this position would work for us.”
“Well, I think our necks are gonna hurt afterwards, but…” Yunho’s words trailed off as Mingi’s cock twitched, bumping against his dry lips. A trail of slick, sticky fluid clung to his mouth with the action. Oh, Mingi. Oh, God–his Mingi.
He dove right in. No questions asked. His lips wrapped around the head of Mingi’s dripping cock like he was starved and Mingi was a buffet. His precum tasted salty and thick. Delicious . Left him hungry and wanting more. He bobbed his head slowly, his tongue swirling over every inch of available skin to sop up the decadent flavor.
It was hard to focus with Mingi under him, both arms wrapped around his thighs to hold him still as he suckled at his cock like it was a dripping hose and he was a man stranded in the desert. Mingi’s lips. Mingi’s lips. He could feel every single millimeter of puffy, pink flesh that slid up and down on his sopping cock. It painted brilliant arcs of black and gold lightning behind his eyelids as he took more and more of Mingi’s cock into his mouth.
Mingi was almost too much for him. He didn’t believe in choking on a big cock anyway. Do the best with what you can. He focused on the head with his lips and tongue, teasing swipes and wet kisses. Both of his hands worked over Mingi’s balls and perineum in time with his mouth’s actions. He was working his friend over like a master craftsman at his workbench. Wanted to pull each and every single sound out of his hot fucking mouth that he could. He had wanted this for so long. He was trying to pull years of cum out of Mingi with his mouth and hands.
“Hhhmmmgjfghrrr…” Mingi gargled around the base of Yunho’s cock, spit and foam bubbling out of his mouth with each bob of his head. The more work Yunho put in, the more Mingi floundered desperately–his rumbling growls coating Yunho’s cock like another layer of slick spit. “Gggoonnaa-crrrmmm–”
Though he could barely understand him, Yunho got the message. Loud and clear. He pulled off of Mingi until he was just lapping at the head of his cock, his one hand stroking at his length as his other hand gently massaged the tender skin just under his balls. Yunho’s own orgasm was fast approaching, and he wanted to be fully conscious when his best friend came–so he pressed even harder into the fleshy bit under Mingi’s balls while stroking as fluidly as he could with both his hand and his mouth.
Mingi choked around Yunho’s cock as he came, his voice sounding raw and worshipful with each rope of cum that coated Yunho’s lips and cheeks. He just kept lapping it away as it came, eyelids nearly coated with the mess as he fucked his own cock into Mingi’s mouth below him. It was everything he had ever wanted, and he knew they were both cumming fast but he didn’t care. He didn’t give a single fuck. He didn’t care if they both came in three minutes every single fucking time they did this. More time to cuddle. More time for co-op games.
“Fuck, Mingi…g-gonna…” He managed to grit out then he was also cumming. But Mingi was different. He didn’t even try to move out of the way. He threw his hands around Yunho’s waist to pull his ass down until Yunho swore his cock was scraping Mingi’s diaphragm.
Mingi’s moans were wet and raw and borderline offensive as he swallowed around Yunho’s pulsing length. Yunho was almost apologetic as he unloaded what felt like a decade’s worth of yearning directly into his best friend’s flexing throat. His arms collapsed under him once his body was spent, his balls throbbing with the absolute mess he had just made of Mingi’s mouth and throat.
Rolling over, he flopped onto his back and started to laugh. The ceiling above them was speckled with those bright green, star stickers that every kid had when they were little. Mingi had picked them out one night when they were drunk at 7-11. They always made him smile, but right now they made him laugh. That loud, low laugh that started in his belly then filled the room with its heartiness.
Mingi’s big, bright smile was gleaming in the near-darkness of the room when he finally located his shorts and cuddled up next to Yunho on the carpeted floor. There was an old cheerio stuck to his cheek, but Yunho thought he was seeing an angel when his friend snuggled close and bit his sticky cheek.
“Like mochi.” Mingi grumbled from somewhere low in his chest. His throat had to be fucked at this point.
Well, it certainly had been .
Yunho snorted while pulling Mingi into a tight hug. Their legs tangled together, scraping against the itchy carpet beneath them. “Mochi doesn’t usually have your cum on it still, you pervert.”
“Well, I’ll try just about anything once.” Mingi shot back, eyelashes leaving butterfly kisses along Yunho’s neck and collarbone.
Yunho’s eyes slid closed as a strong hand started stroking his hair, familiar fingers leaving trails of static in their wake. “You’ll try anything once, but…would you want to try this twice?”
“Twice?!” Mingi’s fingers tightened in Yunho’s hair as his roughed up voice shot out of him. “I’ll do it three times. Ten times. ONE THOUSAND TIMES! My throat is yours to permanently damage. My thighs are yours to nibble.”
“Oh God, you mean that? I can nibble your thighs?” Yunho knew he sounded pathetic, but could anyone blame him? They were Mingi’s thighs.
Mingi sniggered against his neck while biting into the skin there. “You can nibble whatever you want. I’m yours to take.”
“To have and to hold?” Yunho tacked on with a soft smile lightening his words.
“Whatever you want.” Mingi replied back dreamily.
“Whatever I want.” Yunho echoed softly, his cheeks round and achy from smiling after finally getting everything he had ever wanted.