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Mingi rips into the six pack of beer on the table in front of him as soon as he hears the front door open. He has been waiting, patiently, he might add, for at least twenty minutes for Yunho to finally return to their apartment. There’s already a can in his hand when Yunho steps into the kitchen. Mingi holds it out in an offer.
“Beer?” he asks as cheerfully as he can muster. The single raised brow on Yunho’s face tells him that his friend can sense the tension behind his words. Bag sliding off his shoulder, Yunho grabs the can carefully and takes the chair across from Mingi.
“Cheers!” Mingi exclaims, grabbing a beer for himself and takes a long swig before Yunho even gets the chance to return the gesture.
“Cheers,” Yunho mumbles, eyes narrow as he brings the beverage to his lips. A few silent moments pass between them. “So…?” he inquires, watching Mingi expectantly.
Mingi closes his eyes and shakes his head. Though he’s basically been waiting to vent out his horrible day to Yunho, he wants to stay distracted for just a little longer.
“Not ready yet,” he replies, even though he can feel frustration teetering at the tips of his fingers and threatening to spill from his lips. “How was your exam?” he tries instead.
He can see the skepticism in Yunho’s eyes, but like the good friend that he is, he just answers Mingi’s question, “It went great actually. I got an A, and they were like, ‘See there was no reason for you to be this nervous,’ but honestly, I was just jittery from the two energy drinks I had in the morning.”
“Oh, dude, congrats!” Mingi exclaims happily and taps his beer against Yunho’s. “Doing anything to celebrate?”
Yunho nods, “Yeah, Wooyoung and I are going to a party tonight, you know, gotta end the semester with a bang. Literally, hopefully… Which reminds me…” A brief moment of silence follows as Yunho drinks from his beer, and uh oh, there it is. Mingi starts bouncing his leg, sensing what’s coming next. “I’m surprised you’re home? I clearly remember you telling me to not expect to see you for the rest of the week, because you would be too busy getting it on with your boyfriend.”
Right.
Mingi forces his leg to stop moving, lips twisting into a grimace. That had indeed been his plan post-finals. “Yeah, about that,” Mingi exhales deeply in hopes of releasing the tension in his body. “We broke up today.”
He watches as Yunho’s face falls, his expression morphing from curious to horrified. “Shit, Mingi, I’m so sorry! What— Are you okay?” His back straightens immediately, and he looks as if he’s about to get up from his seat.
The empathetic reaction pulls a small smile out of Mingi. “I’m okay!” he quickly reassures Yunho, “I’m the one who broke up with him, and we only dated for… not even two months, it’s— yeah, it’s okay. Really.”
Yunho frowns at him, brows downturned in worry, “Are you sure? What happened? If you wanna talk about it.”
Mingi sighs again, but his attempt at remaining calm is fruitless, his frustration beginning to return, and boy, does he want to talk about it. He finishes his beer, setting the empty can aside.
“So, like I said, we haven’t been dating for long, right? But it had been really good to be honest, like he’s sweet and hot, but we hadn’t gotten physical yet before finals happened, and then we were both too busy or too tired to do anything because of that. He finished his exams a few days ago, and then I finished mine, so I’m ready to make up for lost time, you know?” Mingi is vaguely aware that he’s started to ramble. “But Yunho,” he slaps both of his palms against the table, startling his friend, “He sucks in bed.”
Yunho splutters, looking utterly confused, “What?”
Mingi elaborates, “I get to his place, and I am ready to just get railed into next week.” Yunho scrunches his nose. “And then he comes after, what, one minute? And then he falls asleep! And I try to be understanding, like maybe he’s just exhausted after finals, right?”
Yunho nods slowly, eyebrows still knit together.
“But then we fuck again today, and he comes. Immediately. Again! This time I tell him that I didn’t come, so he fingers me some more until he gets it up again, and I’m thinking, ‘Surely, this time he’ll last,’ but no!” Mingi watches as Yunho bites his lips. “No, Yunho! You don’t understand! I could just see how he was about to fall asleep afterwards, like I got so mad! I just grabbed my stuff and told him it was over— no, do not laugh! I didn’t even get off!”
“I-I’m so sorry, Mingi. Let me just get this straight…” Yunho manages to choke out. The strained expression on his face tells Mingi that he is still fighting off his laughter.
“I broke up with him, because he’s a shitty lay, okay!” Mingi stomps his foot against the floor. It’s dramatic, he knows, maybe a little childish, too, but he can’t help it. He feels about as annoyed as he did when he had gotten home. He’d taken a long shower to calm down and then gone to the convenience store, wanting to drink his sorrows away before deciding he’d wait for Yunho, because it seemed less sad. “Ugh,” he groans and lays his head sideways down on the tabletop in defeat.
“No, I really am, ahem, sorry that your ex is a shitty lay,” Yunho tries, even though Mingi has no doubt he is still trying not to laugh at him, “Do you want to join me and Wooyoung tonight? Get wasted, dance, and maybe find someone to hook up with?”
Mingi shakes his head, or tries to at least, cheek still pressed against the surface of the table. “No. I don’t wanna risk finding someone who can’t even get it up, because they had too much. I just want a hot guy that can fuck me long enough for me to come, too. Is that too much to ask for?” he complains with a deep sigh. “Though it’d be nice if he’s also strong enough to manhandle me and has a big dick.”
When Yunho doesn’t immediately reply, Mingi thinks he’s just not going to respond. He knows Yunho isn’t as open when it comes to talking about sex as he is, and sometimes he gets a little thrown off by Mingi’s bluntness. But then he hears Yunho ask, quietly, “Is that a hint?”
Mingi’s body goes rigid before he sits back up straight and looks at Yunho. He sounds like he’s teasing him, but he doesn’t really look like it. “Why? Are you offering?”
“Maybe,” Yunho replies, the corner of his lips tilting upwards in a playful manner as he looks straight into Mingi’s eyes. His innocent-not-so-innocent words are taking Mingi’s mind places he has carefully avoided to go ever since the two of them decided to move in together.
“I can’t tell whether you’re joking or not.”
“Is it that hard to believe that I’d want to have sex with you?”
“Well. Yeah…?”
It’s an objective fact that Yunho is handsome. Eyes follow him when he walks into a room. It’s been that way since Mingi met him for the first time. We’re going to be roommates, he had thought, and he had pushed away those warm, sinking feelings that seemed to occur every time Yunho smiled at him. It’s not that Mingi thinks he’s ugly. But confidence is something he had to learn to grow into, and he’s well aware that he has a distinct look. That he’s a specific type. And Yunho has never given him the impression that Mingi was his.
Yunho’s expression hardens a little. “You think just because we’re best friends, I can’t find you attractive? Or that I’m just saying that because we’re close?” He stands up from his seat, and Mingi copies him, standing awkwardly next to his own chair. He feels his face flush when Yunho steps into his space, hyper aware of the way his breath is turning shallow. “Do you want me to prove it to you?”
Mingi nods hesitantly though it feels a little stiff. Yunho’s hands come up to his waist, and he leans in just a little before pausing, gauging Mingi’s reaction. Swallowing, Mingi gathers some courage and puts his own arms around Yunho to silently encourage him. When Yunho finally leans in again, he doesn’t stop until his lips are on Mingi’s.
He lets Yunho lead them, happy to follow along as the kiss deepens. Yunho pulls their bodies close, hips rolling against Mingi’s, and all too easily, Mingi mirrors him. His hands are firm on Mingi’s waist, squeezing him comfortably, so Mingi allows his own hands to wander, fingers dragging down Yunho’s wide shoulders as they move together. His own built-up sexual frustration has returned at full force.
Yunho bites his lips before pulling back, as if to get his attention. He grabs Mingi’s wrist, guiding his hand down between his legs. “See?” Yunho mumbles against his throat, and Mingi moans as he palms over Yunho’s crotch, feeling the growing hardness beneath his pants. “Yeah?” he hums, giving Mingi a gentle nibble on his neck.
“Didn’t you have a party to get ready for?” Mingi asks weakly.
“I don’t give a fuck about the party.” Yunho’s voice is rough, dismissing.
Mingi makes a small noise in confirmation. “My room or yours?”
“I don’t care,” Yunho huffs, pressing more kisses into his sensitive skin and giving a small thrust with his hips. “Actually, let’s go to mine. Since I have condoms that fit me.”
Mingi just barely manages to catch on to the implications of Yunho’s dick size. Dazedly, he follows Yunho into his bedroom, not even thinking to retort that he’s above average himself, and maybe he does have condoms large enough for Yunho.
He finds that everything feels a little surreal as he enters the familiar surroundings of Yunho’s room and begins to strip his clothes on top of his bed. An unwelcome feeling of nervousness stabs him in the chest, but he pushes it aside. Mingi is good at compartmentalizing. Though it’s a little difficult now, thoughts a little clouded from arousal. He’ll find a way, he thinks to himself, once his body is not being caged beneath Yunho, and he’s level-headed again.
Above him, Yunho reaches down and pulls Mingi’s cock out of his boxers. It’s enough to distract him, and Mingi writhes, body twisting as he searches for friction, hoping to get Yunho’s hand moving. “Shit, I didn’t know you were so big,” Yunho admits.
“Hey—” he gasps, but he’s interrupted just as quickly.
“You only ever talk about getting fucked and railed and shit. Don’t you ever top? Seems kinda like a waste.”
“S’not as good,” he whimpers as Yunho begins to pump his hand up and down his shaft in a slow rhythm. “Need something in me to cum.” The response pulls another curse out of Yunho. Then he scrambles off Mingi, reaching for his bedside table and fumbling through the top drawer.
Mingi rids himself of his underwear and looks at the bottle of lube and the packets of condoms that Yunho has dropped next to him. “Are you clean?” he asks while pressing a kiss against Yunho’s lips after he’s returned to him, fingers splaying over his smooth chest.
“I— Yeah?”
“Okay. Because… I got tested recently, and I only got the results back this morning. They’re all negative, but because of the disaster yesterday, I decided to not tell— uh, my ex yet, so we still used condoms earlier, and, um…”
“Oh,” Yunho responds with wide eyes, immediately getting what Mingi’s hinting at. “Yeah, okay. I mean— yes. Fuck.”
“Okay, good,” Mingi smiles. He reaches down to feel Yunho, and— okay, yeah, Yunho is wide in his hand, and based on a tentative stroke, he’s long as well. He might actually be a bit bigger than Mingi, but he resists the urge to look down to confirm his suspicion in favor of looking into Yunho’s eyes. “Because I really want to be fucked raw.”
Yunho’s cock twitches in his hand, and he groans before leaning in to kiss Mingi heavily. His next words come out agitated, “I really need you to stop saying shit like that if you don’t want me to come as fast as your ex.”
Mingi laughs good-naturedly. “Don’t you dare!”
He thrusts his hips upwards, and Yunho resumes to stroke him, but he doesn’t move his hand downwards like Mingi really wants him to. His mouth does travel south though, kissing a line from Mingi’s neck and down to his chest, tongue flicking across Mingi’s nipple in a way that has him breathing in sharply.
The way Yunho gropes his body all over makes a thrill run down his spine, settling in his stomach as a warm ticklish sensation that only intensifies as Yunho’s kisses follow the line of his sternum down to his bellybutton. Mingi tries to allure him further, arching his back again, hips tilting up. For as much as he loves foreplay, he really wants to get this going. This time, Mingi makes sure to be clear about what he wants and spreads his legs, one hand on the top of his inner thigh so that he can expose his hole.
“C’mon, Yunho, haven’t I waited long enough?”
Thankfully, it does the trick, and Yunho finally reaches for the lube. The look he gives Mingi is smoldering.
“You’re still loose,” Yunho mumbles after inserting a finger, though Mingi doesn’t manage to catch the end of his sentence.
“What was that?”
Yunho clears his throat and changes his position. His finger resumes to move inside Mingi. When he speaks again, his voice is a little clearer, “I said… you’re still a bit loose from earlier. It’s kinda hot…”
Mingi feels his face heat up painfully. “Do you like that?” he whispers. The look on Yunho’s face is what makes him feel brave enough to continue as he utters his next words, “That someone already got me open and ready, but they weren’t enough, so I came to you?”
His eyes follow the bop of Yunho’s Adam’s apple as he swallows. He doesn’t reply, but he does insert a second finger. It fits in easily. He’s got his other hand on Mingi’s thigh, gripping the plush flesh there. “I’m gonna fuck you, and by the end, you’re not gonna want anybody else but me.”
From how Yunho’s cock feels in hand, Mingi is inclined to believe him. Eagerly, he presses his palm against the head, smearing precum all the way down his length and enjoying how Yunho pulses beneath his skin. He tries to match his movements with the pace of Yunho’s fingers, but the stretch of a third digit causes him to lose his concentration.
Mingi is hot. There’s a sheen of sweat clinging to his body, making his back stick to the bedsheets underneath him while his fingers slip from Yunho’s shoulder as he tries to hold onto something while Yunho pistons his fingers in and out of him.
“Y-You’re gonna make me cum,” he whines out weakly, struggling to keep his eyes open and on Yunho’s.
“Wasn’t that the point?” Yunho teases.
“The point— oh my God— the point was for y-you— ah, to fuck me.”
“But I am fucking you,” he replies and increases the speed of his hand.
“Don’t be mean,” Mingi complains, dragging out the last word.
Yunho leans down to kiss him and chuckles when Mingi just lets out another high-pitched sound against his lips. “Okay, okay, I’ll give you want you want.”
He wipes the damp hair off Mingi’s forehead with his free hand before leaning back. And then both of his hands are gone from Mingi’s body, reaching for the lube again to slick up his cock. Mingi takes a deep breath as the tip catches in his hole while Yunho rubs himself against him, hissing out quiet little yes’es and please’s in encouragement.
Yunho isn’t even all the way in when he’s pulling out again and starting to set a firm rhythm. The constant drag of his cock has Mingi biting back a groan. He wasn’t lying about being close before, and it doesn’t take long for him to reach the edge again. If he wasn’t so pent up, he would be embarrassed about it.
Yunho fucks him expertly, and it’s amazing, it’s exactly what Mingi wanted, but he’s still leaving out that last inch, and greedily, Mingi wants all of Yunho’s long cock inside of him. He can’t focus long enough on verbalizing his desires, so he wraps his legs around Yunho’s hips in an attempt to push their bodies closer together, but to no avail. Yunho remains firmly in his position. Soon enough, it doesn’t even matter though, because Mingi is tensing up and coming hard, cock spilling untouched between them. Yunho fucks him through it, until Mingi’s body has turned lax beneath him.
Soft kisses are being pressed all over his face as Yunho pulls out, still keeping close to him. Groggily, Mingi tilts his head to connect their lips. His hand trails down Yunho’s side, reaching for his cock where it lies against his thigh, still hard and heavy, but Yunho has caught on to him and grabs him by his wrists, pulling his hands up to rest on either side of his head.
“But you haven’t come yet,” Mingi disputes confused.
“S’okay. You had some catching up to do,” Yunho mumbles into his mouth. So, they stay like that for a little while, lazily tasting each other, until Yunho asks, “Ready to go again?” His breath is warm and oddly soothing against Mingi’s face.
Mingi has just managed to nod before Yunho is moving again. He grabs Mingi by the hips, flipping him over to his stomach, and though completely thrown off guard, Mingi is quick to get on his knees and elbows.
This time, Yunho is almost torturously slow while he pushes inside. Mingi gasps out a small whine as he feels Yunho’s cock slide in, and then all he can think about is how fucking deep Yunho is reaching from this position, how deep is he still going. Breath caught in his throat, Mingi is feeling almost out of his mind by the time Yunho’s pelvis meets his ass. A shiver runs down his spine, making his hole twitch around Yunho’s cock.
“Ah, shit. I take it back,” Yunho gasps into his ear. There’s a hand pulling at one of his ass cheeks, and Mingi can practically feel Yunho’s heavy gaze on his hole as he steadily drags his cock out again. “You were definitely made to be fucked.”
“Yunh— ah!” His words are cut off by a moan as Yunho sinks all the way in again.
“My cock big enough for your greedy hole? You wanted it all, didn’t you?”
Mingi nods dumbly and begins to push his ass back to meet Yunho’s thrusts, desperate to show him just how much, except he’s having trouble matching his rhythm as he speeds up. Mingi’s hips feel weak. His thighs are trembling. Probably sensing his struggle, Yunho glides his hands from Mingi’s hips to the indent of his waist, just below his ribs, and with a tight grip, he forces Mingi’s body back towards his own. Mingi cries out as their bodies collide.
“It’s okay, baby, just take it,” Yunho murmurs placatingly. “How’s it feel? To finally have someone fucking you like you needed.”
“You’re so deep, ahh, it’s— mh, s’good, it’s so good.” It’s better than good, but Mingi feels too foggy to be any more eloquent than that.
His own cock sways heavily between his legs, dripping uselessly onto the bed while Yunho slams into him. Each snap of Yunho’s hips makes his cock rub against Mingi’s prostate just right and forces out another moan from him as the pressure in his groin builds, sending him further into the deep end.
He digs his fingers into the bedsheet beneath him, pulling it taut as he desperately tries to ground himself. Despite the strength behind them, Mingi can barely feel his hands. All he can focus on is the feeling of Yunho’s cock stretching his hole, fucking in and out of him at a brutal pace. He’s so full.
Yunho clicks his tongue softly, one of his hands coming around Mingi’s body to wrap around his cock. He doesn’t stroke him, just squeezes the slick head, and rolls his closed fist around it.
The onslaught of pleasure makes Mingi’s entire body feel wound up too tight. He can barely even warn Yunho about his impending orgasm as he forgets how to fucking breathe, just letting out a garbled cry, clenching down hard on Yunho’s cock as it all comes crashing down on him. And then there’s a resounding rip in the room. It pierces through everything else, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other, Yunho’s deep groans and his own pathetic whimpers. Mingi gasps, shocked and confused, as the fabric in his hands tears apart beneath him and makes him lose his balance, body stumbling forward. He can’t even right himself as he spurts his cum all over Yunho’s hand.
Behind him, Yunho’s movements begin to stutter. Mingi’s chest falls to the bed, but Yunho is already on him, free hand moving across his chest. He heaves them up until they’re both on their knees, clammy bodies sticking together.
Holy shit, Mingi thinks, because Mingi can feel Yunho coming, can feel the wetness of his cum spreading hotly in the pit of his stomach, the way his cock is pulsating inside of him. He grinds his cock inside of Mingi to ride out the last of his own orgasm, making Mingi squirm. It’s almost constricting, how Yunho’s has his arm wrapped tightly around him, his back flush against Yunho’s chest. He can feel Yunho’s ribs expand as he pants against him, almost forcing them to breathe together as one.
When Yunho finally releases him, Mingi lets himself drop to the bed, exhausted. He winces when Yunho’s cock slides out of him and lets out a quiet grunt. He’s not allowed to rest, however, as Yunho pulls his ass up and back by his hips, knees spreading wide under the weight of his own body while his torso still rests against the bed.
“Wha—? Yunho?”
“You’re so stretched out now,” Yunho wonders as he spreads Mingi’s cheeks wide, thumbing the soft skin right next to his rim, “It’s all gonna drip out.”
Mingi’s hole flutters at the words, and as if on cue, he feels a dribble of what has to be Yunho’s cum run down his taint. His cheeks burn. But he gets no chance to respond, a confused, ragged moan ripping itself from his throat when Yunho drops down to lick a wide stripe up from his perineum, the tip of tongue dipping into his hole teasingly.
“One last one?” It sounds more like a statement than a question.
“Yunho, I can’t…” Mingi whimpers weakly.
“You can. I know you have another in you,” Yunho encourages and blows lightly on his wet rim. Biting down on his lower lip, Mingi arches his back, canting his ass so that it's closer to Yunho’s face. “That’s a good boy,” he praises, giving his ass a small squeeze.
He closes his lips around Mingi’s puffy hole, sucking hard. He laves it with his saliva, teasing the loose muscle with the way he strokes over it with his tongue. Mingi’s toes curl at the sensation, and wanting more, but too embarrassed to ask for it, he leans his hips further back. Yunho seems content with the reaction, burying himself between Mingi’s cheeks and finally, finally stiffening his tongue so that he can press it inside.
Yunho’s tongue meets no resistance as it pushes through Mingi’s entrance, accommodating him easily even at the thickest part, and tears spring to Mingi’s eyes, making his eyes glassy, vision blurry while Yunho licks his insides. He can feel his hole weakly trying to clamp down on the intruding tongue but failing.
The loud, wet sounds of Yunho’s mouth are obscene, and all that is going through Mingi’s mind is that Yunho is licking up his own cum out of Mingi’s ass like he’s starving for it. The fact alone is enough to make Mingi’s cock chub up to full hardness again.
As Yunho continues to eat him out, Mingi is barely able to keep his eyes open. He bites down hard on his knuckles, feeling like he could come at any moment. His cock aches, throbbing for another release. Mingi feels out of control, as if his body isn’t his own any longer.
He sobs loudly when Yunho pushes two of his long fingers alongside his tongue. His fingertips wiggle insistently against his prostate, and it’s— it’s intense. It’s too much. And it only takes another few moments for Mingi to come for a third time. His body shakes involuntarily, and his orgasm is dry, the pleasure almost painful, tears dropping from the corners of his eyes.
“See, I told you, you could do it,” Yunho praises, kissing his tailbone, “’m so proud of you.”
Mingi can barely hear him through the fog in his mind.
He feels like he’s melting into the bed with how spent he is, Yunho finally letting his body go. He’s half lucid, half dozing off as Yunho cleans both of them up with some wet wipes. He’s grateful when Yunho not only cleans up his cum-stained front and back, but also swipes a clean tissue over his forehead and nape where his hair is sticking uncomfortably against his sweaty skin.
They lie snuggled up close in Yunho’s bed for a while once he’s done, Yunho behind him with an arm thrown over his middle. Mingi is about to drift off any second when Yunho suddenly inquires softly, “Mingi?”
Mingi only hums, too tired to give a proper reply.
“I, um, kinda meant what I said earlier…” he confesses. Mingi, however, is too out of it to recall what Yunho is referring to. He tells him as much. “About you not going to anyone else after this.”
Mingi makes a confused sound in response, still not getting it. “What?” he manages to mumble.
“I mean… I really like you, Mingi.” And suddenly, Mingi is feeling wide awake. A burst of— something surges through his body. Something familiar. It makes his heart skip a beat. “And I’d really like it if this wasn’t just a one-time thing, and like, maybe, on Sunday when we go out for our weekly grilled pork belly, we could call it a date…”
Mingi turns around to face Yunho, eyes wide. His lips part, but still trying to process everything, no words follow.
“You don’t have to give me your answer now,” Yunho rushes to reassure. He shuffles back on the bed to create some distance between them and is surely about to say something more, but Mingi stops him by following him.
He lays himself on top of Yunho, arms wrapping around him. Too shy to properly face him, Mingi tucks his head under Yunho’s chin. “Yes,” he replies quietly, his excitement causing a slight tremor in his voice.
“Really?” Yunho breathes out after a short pause, arms finally coming up to embrace Mingi back.
Mingi eagerly nods under him and lifts his head to press a kiss to his chin.
“It’s a date,” he promises.