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Mingi knew he had fucked up even before the massive vehicle cut his escape run. He had been too conspicuous, and Hongjoong was probably going to be very mad at him- if Mingi made it alive, obviously.
His mission had been very simple; he only had to hack into the video system of the Prestige Academy and plug in the video they had cautiously prepared so Yeosang could make it spread through their system like a virus, showing it in every classroom, every TV, every laptop that was connected to the main source.
But he wasn’t cautious enough and, as Mingi was exiting the building, he was spotted by a guard who rapidly called every unit available and started chasing him. Mingi had been able to lose him, but he had been also sure that they were still out there looking for him. That’s when he chose a dead end to escape, and when Mingi wanted to backtrack, the huge military green 4x4 made him retreat.
Mingi stood on the spot with his hands up and his back pressed to the wall that had made his escape impossible, trying to present himself as innocently as he could, even though he imagined that the person inside the car was probably as aware of him of the crimes he had committed. At least, he thought, Yeosang was able to take control of the video system.
The door on the driver side of the car opened and a tall officer descended. He seemed unarmed, to Mingi’s surprise, and as he approached Mingi, he couldn’t help but notice that the man was even taller than him, with broad shoulders and dark hair and eyes that glinted under the scorching sun. His red lips were pressed in a thin line as he went closer and closer to Mingi.
Mingi couldn’t help but think that he was very sexy.
Fuck, this is not the time to be checking the enemy out.
“So it’s you the one who tried to mess up with the video system, huh,” the tall man sounded unimpressed, but his eyes were meticulously checking Mingi out from bottom to top; a stare that Mingi shouldn’t feel like it was burning his skin.
“I didn’t just try, ” Mingi blurted, unable to keep his damn mouth shut. The tall man chuckled.
“So this is a confession?”
Mingi’s mouth could be bigger than his brain, but he wasn’t as stupid as to willingly and explicitly confess to a crime— even when he had kind of done that already. His eyes went to the car, the door was still open and it wasn’t turned off. If Mingi played his cards right, maybe he could escape in a government car.
“Would you like me to confess?” Mingi replied cockily, to which the tall man raised a brow.
“Well, you pretty much did it already,” he pointed out.
“Technically, I didn’t say anything,” Mingi smirked, taking two steps closer to the man, “and you know it, otherwise you would have already handcuffed me.”
“Do you really think I need something as little as a confession to take you to the central quarters?” the man took a step closer to him.
There was his opportunity. If Mingi was able to dodge the tall man and get past him, he could kick him on the back of his knees to make him fall, and Mingi would be driving away before he was able to stand up. Mingi breathed in and smiled right before jumping sideways and starting to run.
A swift and blunt hit on his neck made his legs fail and his world black.
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Mingi woke up with his neck hurting like hell, in the back of the very same government car he had tried to steal and with his clothes dishevelled. His hands were handcuffed in front of him and tied to the ceiling, and the tall man was driving. He was positively fucked up, so he thought to use the only weapon he had left: his big and stupid mouth.
“Damn, if you wanted to fuck me you could have asked nicely, no need to take advantage of me when I’m unconscious,” he said, trying to sound calm and collected even though he was not. He didn’t recognise this part of the city, although most of it looked like this particular street: grey, dusty and deserted.
“I searched for firearms and other types of items you could use to either free yourself or attack me,” the man replied, looking at him through the rear mirror with a smirk. “I prefer my partners to be fully conscious and active.”
“Such a gentleman,” mocked Mingi. “Well, I am fully conscious and active now,” he added in a hinting tone.
“Excuse me? Are you really asking me to fuck you?” Mingi shrugged and the tall man let out a dry laugh. “What’s going on in your mind?”
If he was being totally honest, Mingi didn’t know. He just felt like, if he was going to be dead within the hour, he’d rather go after having had a great time with a hot man than pitying himself. The tall man didn’t say anything so Mingi resigned himself to being shot in the head soon. Well, he thought, at least I tried.
The tall man drove them to the outskirts of town and went down a dark tunnel, probably leading them to the subterranean headquarters. But once they were deep enough, with only the headlights as their source of light, the tall man stopped the car and turned off the lights. Mingi was confused and alarmed, his heart beating against his ribcage like crazy, as he saw the other one leaving the car and guessed that either the car was going to explode or that a bunch of soldiers were going to appear and riddle him with bullets. But none of that occurred, the tall man simply closed the door on the driver’s side and opened the one next to Mingi.
“What is happening?” Mingi dared to ask. The other man took off his jacket and threw it in the copilot’s seat.
“I’m taking up your offer,” he said, sliding between Mingi’s arms to come face-to-face with him. The only lighting was reddish and came from the car’s console, which was doing things to Mingi’s mind and crotch. “Or are you having second thoughts now?” the man was smiling and it was both sexy and making Mingi’s blood boil.
“I never offer anything if I know I’m not going to get through with it,” Mingi replied, licking his lips and savouring the way the other followed the trail of his tongue over his lips.
“Good,” the tall man replied right before pressing their lips together.
It took Mingi by surprise but he didn’t shy away and started reciprocating the kiss despite the awkward position, closing his eyes and moving his lips with hunger. The kiss was messy, intended to turn them both on and, at least on Mingi’s part, it was working even though his arms were starting to hurt like hell.
“Hey, handsome,” Mingi called the other man between wet kisses, “could you take my hands off the ceiling? I can still be handcuffed if that worries you,” he added quickly, although he had to admit, Mingi wasn’t thinking of running away now. The other man shot him a dark glance but smiled.
“You’re a kinky bastard,” he said, but left the space between Mingi’s arms to free them from the lock on the ceiling. As soon as the arms were able to go down, though, the man slid again between them so Mingi could embrace him. “And by the way, I’m Yunho. Not complaining about the handsome thing, though.”
“Nice to meet you, Yunho,” smiled Mingi, “I’m Mingi,” he added before forcing him down again on his lips.
It was still a bit awkward to be handcuffed but Mingi was able to do so much more now. His hands roamed the big, broad shoulders of the man on top of him, and even dared travelling down to grab at his buttocks. Yunho retaliated with a bite to Mingi’s lower lip that went straight to his crotch and made him open his mouth slightly with a moan. Yunho took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside Mingi’s mouth, which made Mingi moan harder than he would have liked. Yeah, he thought, this was a good way to go.
Mingi jerked his hips, trying to get some type of friction or maybe just to signal Yunho that he was getting impatient to be touched. Yunho flushed his hard-on on top of Mingi’s, both panting at the friction and heat of their bulges together.
“I could really lose some clothes,” Mingi suggested with a hoarse voice, “and I think you could, too.”
“You’re thinking too much,” Yunho replied.
Mingi was about to protest when Yunho slid his hands under Mingi’s tank top, lifting the fabric over Mingi’s head and securing the cloth behind it, since Yunho couldn’t really toss it away as Mingi’s hands were still handcuffed together. The moment Mingi’s abs were exposed, Yunho went down to kiss and lick as he moved upwards towards Mingi’s chest. Mingi was watching him intently as Yunho’s lips neared his left nipple and he caught his breath expectantly. Yunho noticed it and looked up coyly, a small smile painted on his face.
“Waiting for something?” Yunho asked innocently.
“For you to finally fuck me, yeah, I’ve been there for a while,” Mingi retaliated.
“Such a filthy mouth you have,” Yunho tsked, “and such impatience.”
Mingi was about to show again how filthy his mouth could be when Yunho trapped his nipple between his red lips, sucking lightly before lapping at it.
“ Fuck ,” was all Mingi could mutter, and Yunho chuckled, his hands caressing Mingi’s thighs.
“Do you think you could lose your trousers too?” asked Yunho again looking from Mingi’s chest, right before nibbling at his right nipple.
“They could disintegrate and I couldn’t care less,” Mingi breathed.
With a sly smile, Yunho undid Mingi’s trousers as he played with the nipple between his lips, his big hands caressing his thighs as he moved the fabric down. Mingi was left with only his briefs on, and Yunho backed up a little to admire him. Mingi was about to complain that Yunho still had very much all his clothes on when he caught the hungry stare Yunho was giving him. He could feel his hot gaze all over him and it made his cock twitch with need. God, he needed Yunho to do something or he’d explode.
“Please, Yunho,” he begged, and something changed in the tall man’s expression, “I need you to fuck me.”
Yunho dived in again, taking Mingi’s lips and letting his hands roam Mingi’s sides, massaging his hip bones but not getting near his already hard cock. Mingi whimpered and thrusted his hips, desperate for any type of touch or friction, anything Yunho would give him.
“You’re so needy,” Yunho breathed in a deep voice that should be illegal, “but if you behave, I’ll give you what you want. Will you be good, Mingi?”
For all response, Mingi moaned when Yunho’s hand finally grabbed his throbbing hard-on and nodded. Yunho smiled. “Such a good boy,” he cooed, and Mingi should have not liked the praise so much, but he did.
Yunho worked Mingi’s hard-on first over his briefs, letting Mingi thrust against his hand slow but hard as he kissed his neck and left hickeys with his soft and rosy lips. Yunho was still too dressed for Ming’s taste, but something about the difference between him being fully clothed while Mingi was stark naked -or was going to be, anyway-, was also exciting.
Just in cue, Yunho’s hand slipped inside Mingi’s underwear to roll it off his legs and leave him bare and exposed. Yunho positioned himself between Mingi’s open legs, and spit on his hand before grabbing the exposed red cock.
Yunho’s touch felt like actual fire over his dick, his big hand going up and down his length as Mingi wiggled and moaned; always closely watched by Yunho. The tall man was also sporting a huge tent in the front of his cargo pants, and, if Mingi could trust his foggy mind, he was going to be big.
Precome started leaking and mixed with Yunho’s saliva on Mingi’s cock, but Yunho went down and, without stopping his hand, started kissing and licking the streaks of precome that escaped the red and angry head.
“ Fuck, ” was all Mingi could say when Yunho took his cock in his mouth, his hand still working the base. Mingi’s hands went to grab at Yunho’s hair, who moaned around Mingi’s cock and sent him right to heaven. Yunho’s tongue was lapping at the underside while he went up and down his length, and Mingi almost didn’t notice the two fingers that Yunho was prodding to get into Mingi’s mouth until they were touching his lips.
He mimicked Yunho’s movements on his dick with the fingers in his mouth, as if telling Yunho how good it would feel if he let Mingi suck his dick. Yunho let his cock go with a pop, and went up to take his fingers away and kiss Mingi with his saliva and precum-stained mouth. Mingi welcomed him, hugging him close and brushing his naked dick against Yunho’s clothed one.
“You’re a menace,” Yunho chuckled over Mingi’s lips, and Mingi licked Yunho’s red and swollen ones. “Proving my point.”
“I’m ready, Yunho, please,” he begged again, and this time he could feel Yunho’s cock twitch at that. It was so fucking hot.
Mingi didn’t need to beg twice. Yunho slid the two saliva-coated fingers inside, Magin Mingi hiss at the intrusion, but he wasn’t going to complain. He’d taken worse with less preparation and, honestly, Yunho could have shove his cock inside and he wouldn’t have minded. Mingi needed him like that.
Yunho may have been impulsive but he took his time prepping Mingi, adding the third finger only when he was sure he had stretched him enough. He also kissed Mingi to distract him from the pain, but all Mingi could feel was the increasing urge to be dicked down by the gorgeous man on top of him. By the time Yunho deemed Mingi to be ready, a pool of precome had formed on Mingi’s stomach, at which Yunho lapped like a puppy. That shouldn’t have been hot, Mingi thought, but he was damned because he did find it hot.
Finally, Yunho took his pants and underwear off enough to free his cock. When Mingi saw it, he almost started salivating, Yunho was bigger than any of his previous partners and it seemed just so right to taste his biggest ever cock just before dying.
“Let me lick it just once, please,” Mingi asked, getting half-up from his position so it would be easier. Yunho lifted a brow but still complied, getting closer to Mingi’s head and standing up as much as the roof of the car let him to shove his dick down Mingi’s throat. It was salty and hard, and Mingi moaned as he took Yunho almost to the base. He looked up to lock gazes with Yunho, whose eyes were black with lust as he thrusted slowly to take his dick out of Mingi’s mouth and in again.
Mingi’s neck started hurting and Yunho might’ve noticed, because he took his cock out of Mingi’s mouth and went down again to kiss him and to get back at his position between Mingi’s open legs. Yunho kissed him and brushed the tip of his cock on his hole, making Mingi whimper.
Yunho was fucking big, what was Mingi thought as the tall man got his dick inside Mingi till the base, his hips flushed against Mingi’s ass. Yunho stilled his hips, breathing heavily as Mingi’s walls closed in on his dick.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned, making Mingi’s dick twitch. “I love it.”
Mingi grabbed him by his vest to force him down for a kiss before replying something stupid. He moved his hips, signalling Yunho he could move as he opened his mouth to let Yunho’s tongue get his way in Mingi’s mouth. Mingi’s mouth and hole were being drilled by Yunho, who started pounding into him relentlessly. Mingi didn’t care if he was being loud, if the kiss was messy. He moaned and licked Yunho’s mouth while his hands grabbed the belts on the taller’s vest for support. It was rough, dirty, and Mingi was loving every second of it. His dick bounced untouched over his stomach, rhythm uneven as Yunho changed his pace to not give Mingi any room to get accustomed to his pounding.
Mingi made a move to reach for his dick with both handcuffed hands, but Yunho slapped them away and took Mingi’s dick in his hand, masturbating him at a different rhythm from the one from his hips, and bringing Mingi to the fucking edge.
“Fuck, Yunho, fuck ,” Mingi moaned, closing his walls even more around Yunho’s dick and making him moan too. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come, Mingi,” Yunho replied with that deep voice that made Mingi burn from the inside. “Cum in my hand and make a mess of me.”
Mingi came with a strangled sob and Yunho’s name on his lips. Ropes of white shot from his cock, staining both of them and covering Yunho’s hand. The taller one didn’t stop pounding him through his orgasm, milking the come and overstimulating him to the point of almost tears.
It was when Mingi clenched his walls again that Yunho came inside of him without a warning, just Mingi’s name escaping his lips in a choked moan. The feeling of being filled with cum almost made Mingi come again, still sensitive from his own orgasm. Yunho let himself fall on top of Mingi, his breathing ragged and uneven. After a while, he looked up to lock his big eyes with Mingi’s, kissing him again but this time, slowly and sweetly.
Mingi had almost forgotten the real situation he was in, until Yunho got out of him, cum spilling on the carpeted seats, and looked Mingi in the eye.
“We… I need to go on now.”
Ah, yeah, fuck. Mingi’s supposed to die now. He gave Yunho a confident smirk, one he wasn’t feeling at all, before speaking.
“I knew what was coming,” Mingi said. “Thank you anyway for helping me go with a bang.”
Yunho huffed and rolled his eyes, but smiled faintly at him. He gave Mingi his clothes back, and some tissues, so he could clean himself and get dressed before arriving.
“Aren’t you going to tie me back?” Mingi asked when Yunho was again at the wheel. They locked eyes through the rearview mirror.
“I’d rather not,” Yunho said. “Just be a good boy a little more.”
Mingi blushed but said nothing else and started cleaning himself.
By the time Mingi was already clean and dressed again (it had been hell taking his top back from behind his neck with his handcuffed hands), they reached a closed metal gate. It had a symbol painted on it, but it was still too dark for Mingi to figure out what it was. Yunho introduced a password on the panel next to the car and the gates opened to a sort of garage, with plenty of cars, vans and similar vehicles.
But none of those were government cars.
“What…?” started Mingi, but a scream pierced his ears.
“About damn time!” Kim Hongjoong was going in his direction as the metal gates closed behind them, accompanied by his second in command, Park Seonghwa. “What on earth took you so long? I thought you were going to take him here directly, Yunho!”
“So I did, we didn’t go anywhere else,” Yunho replied, stepping out of the car.
“Then why the hell--?” Hongjoong then saw the hickeys on both their necks, the dishevelled status of Mingi and, most likely, the sexed-up air between them. “You fucking bastards really stopped to fuck when half the city corps are looking for the rebel who broke their video system and the escapist soldier?” Yunho shrugged and Hongjoong took his head into his hands, groaning.
Mingi was still confused when Yunho opened the door next to him and finally freed his hands from the handcuffs. “What is happening?”
“Yunho has joined us recently,” explained Seonghwa. “So recently, in fact, that we asked him to be your escape backup.”
“You were on my side all this time and yet you let me believe you were going to kill me?” asked Mingi, stepping out of the car and facing Yunho, who was still smiling with his stupidly handsome face.
“It was kind of funny seeing you flirt with me while thinking it was going to be your last time.”
“You…,” Mingi said, taking Yunho by the front of his vest and smacking their lips together hungrily. Yunho gasped in surprise, but smiled and took Mingi by the waist to reciprocate the kiss. Mingi broke the kiss and huffed with pouty lips. “I’m still mad at you.”
“That’s fair,” Yunho replied.
“I want an apology.”
“That’s fair as well.”
“You’ll need to fuck me up really good.”
“Mingi!!” Hongjoong screamed, but Yunho smiled.
“As long and as much as you want,” he replied, making Hongjoong groan again.
Mingi smiled and kissed Yunho again.