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Seonghwa checks his ass once again in the full length mirror against the wall. His newly bought lingerie was a great investment if the way it accentuates his figure says anything about it. The lace was a contrast to the soft planes of his hips, creating an emphasis to the thongs that pull apart at his ass cheeks.
It wasn’t a special occasion, nor was there any other reason to show off, it was simply a regular Tuesday evening… Wherein Hongjoong was working late at the studio.
Seonghwa knew what to expect when he walked out the door, he knew who to expect, and fuck was he ready for it. Indulging himself as he was still in front of the mirror, Seonghwa pressed a finger against his hole, watching how it shivered at the touch. He imagines how Mingi’s fingers would feel: rough and big, knowing all the spots that had him weak in the knees—a small moan rips out of his throat that was surely heard from beyond the door.
He forces himself to straighten up and cover his lingerie with the oversized shirt that belonged to the man sitting on the couch, deciding to go barefoot and wear nothing else. His footsteps pad through the floor as he makes his way to the living room.
Mingi’s eyes become trained on him as he enters, greeting a simple, “Looking good, baby,” that was anything but pure.
“I’m just gonna get a drink,” Seonghwa decides to tease a little, ignoring the comment. He walks to the cabinets and bends, showing off his backside until he hears the sharp intake of breath from Mingi, then he subtly wiggles his ass. Turning around, Seonghwa makes eye contact and smirks, “Do you have anything I could swallow?”
The effect was instantaneous as Mingi immediately rises from the couch and heads over to Seonghwa. With a pull to his arm, a warm body was pressed against his back as rough hands squeeze his hips.
“Bold of you to show off like a little slut, hyung.”
“It’s the only way to get your attention,” Seonghwa says breathlessly as he guides one of Mingi’s hands to slip inside his own shirt. “He’s coming home late today.”
Mingi stops his ministrations and immediately turns Seonghwa around to push him up against the counter. “All this for me, then? Fuck, Seonghwa.” He noses the older’s throat, sucking skin that’s practiced enough not to leave a bruise. Hands grope Seonghwa’s ass tight, a contrast to the massage it faces by spreading them apart.
“Stop teasing me,” a whisper was barely heard but a chuckle answers it, just as his body was continuously molested.
A shiver runs down his spine as Mingi trails lips to his ear, “You know you like it.”
Seonghwa couldn’t take it anymore, so he trails his hands up Mingi’s chest and pulls at his neck. Mouths meet as desperation claims its place, the kiss becomes rushed and messy, Seonghwa too eager and Mingi trying to swallow his tongue. It’s filthy and familiar as hands pull at the taller’s hair and rough calluses meet a smooth waist.
Mingi roughly breaks off the kiss as he pushes Seonghwa down firmly on his knees. Still dazed from the heady make out, the latter lifts up his fucked out expression to his standing partner.
“So fucking gone and we haven’t even done anything yet. What a fucking whore.”
The older licks his lips as he faces the obvious bulge that threatens to pop out of sweatpants. Seonghwa moans out, “What do you want me to do?”
“Suck my dick like the pretty little slut that you are. You wanted to have a drink, didn’t you?”
Seonghwa pulls down Mingi’s sweatpants along with his underwear and immediately salivates when he sees the hard and thick cock in front of him. He could feel it impaling him, he could taste it’s release, he’s memorized it like it was made to fuck him.
With practiced hands he holds the cock at the base and starts sucking the head, savoring the precum smeared against it. His hands start stroking as he bobs his head to take the cock in deeper, an inch at a time.
“That’s it, baby,” Mingi mumbles as he stares at Seonghwa worshiping his dick. When he’s taken the cock all the way down his throat, one of Mingi’s hands grab his hair while the other holds the back of his head, making sure he can’t go anywhere. He starts thrusting in Seonghwa’s throat, uncaring if the other choked.
He was caged, held down, and fucking used—it was so goddamn hot that he can’t help but moan, sending vibrations to Mingi’s dick.
“Shit, you’re just perfect for my cock, aren’t you? Taking my dick so well, hmm? You enjoy being a cockslut?” Mingi never stops fucking his throat and there’s nothing Seonghwa can do but kneel there and take it, moaning around the dick using his mouth as a hole.
He stays in that position and bares his throat as Mingi uses his hold at the back of his head to push him closer. His mind filled with nothing but desire to taste what’s better than precum. Mingi’s thrusts become erratic as he curses along with the rhythm. Seonghwa moans constantly, feeling the cock in his mouth twitch and leak.
Mingi’s gaze doesn’t relent even as it becomes hazy, he fucks his hyung’s throat harder and faster, keeping him still as he’s used like a fleshlight.
“Fuck.”
That’s all he gets as cum starts spurting down his throat surprising him enough to choke as Mingi forces his mouth even closer to surround his cock. Seonghwa recovers and swallows dutifully, bobbing his throat to each enthusiastic gulp.
“Drink it up, slut. You wanted this,” Mingi says breathlessly as he humps Seonghwa’s mouth gently, chasing the last of his orgasm. When his dick gets pulled out, Seonghwa makes sure to lick it clean and suck the head. When it got too much, Mingi took his cock away from his mouth and pulled him up, immediately attacking his mouth.
He was sure to have tasted himself in Seonghwa’s tongue as their kiss turned sloppy and tangled. Hands touched everywhere and he was too wired up not to be affected by a simple make out session.
“Touch me,” Seonghwa whined into the kiss. Mingi chuckled and gripped his thighs to sit him up on the counter, alerting the other. “Mingi, what—we can’t do this here—”
His protests were cut off as Mingi trailed his lips down along his chest, blowing on his nipple and flicking the other with his hand. He gripped Seonghwa’s chin to face him properly, not letting go.
“Tell me to stop then,” He demanded with a smirk as his other hand twists and fondles his nipple. “The other one would be so disappointed not to have the same treatment.”
“You, asshole. We eat here—” He cuts himself off again with a gasp as Mingi licks and sucks without mercy, engulfing his sensitive nub with tight heat that makes him arch into the hot and wet mouth.
“Tell me to stop,” Mingi repeats by nibbling the words into his swollen nipple. He says it with so much assurance, like a cat who got the cream. The slurping sounds never end and his gaze pierces like he knows Seonghwa would never make it stop, like he knows Seonghwa would say, “Fuck, keep going.”
With a moan he arches his chest into Mingi’s mouth as he focuses on the other nipple, Seonghwa never stops making noises, screaming to the ceiling and stretching his neck upwards, “God—Shit—Mingi—!”
He humps into Mingi to get some sort of friction to help him release the pent up tension that’s been building even before he approached the taller, but the other just grips his hips hard and keeps him still. Seonghwa whines at the restriction but Mingi just continues to suck him like nothing was amiss.
Keys jamming into their front door was a distinct sound that had them both freezing. Seonghwa pushes Mingi off and stands to cover himself up with the shirt, the only thing giving him some level of decency. They untangle from each other just in time for Hongjoong to enter the living room.
He smiles and greets them, oblivious to what he had interrupted. “Hey, what’s up? I got off a little early,” Hongjoong grins at them and walks up to kiss Seonghwa’s cheek.
“Hi, hyung,” Mingi greets pleasantly, offering a glass filled with ice. “I was just about to get some juice, want one?”
When he had the time to do that, Seonghwa had no idea. His heart was still beating loudly in his ears and the phantom touch of Mingi’s lingering grip heightened the absence of his tongue circling Seonghwa’s nipple. But he watches the exchange with trained eyes while holding onto Hongjoong’s hand. “You work too hard, Hongjoong-ah. Let yourself refresh a bit.”
“Alright, alright—give me a glass,” Hongjoong squeezes his hand as he lets go, gesturing for Mingi to pour him some juice. He finishes his drink and converses with the two, unsuspecting of the heated gazes Seonghwa and Mingi direct at each other from time to time.
“You haven’t eaten dinner yet, have you, hyung?” Mingi asks, and as Hongjoong’s bashful shake of a head was returned. Seonghwa tsked while Mingi set out to prepare some food.
As the makeshift dinner was heated and given to the man, Seonghwa circled to the other side of the counter beside Mingi. The three of them continued to catch up and converse as Mingi’s hand went to Seonghwa’s ass. He was being molested by rough fingers shoving expensive material out the way to explore the dip between his cheeks, all the while, his boyfriend was oblivious and happily eating across the counter—Seonghwa bit his lips as his cock grew harder. The suspense of being discovered filled his mind, rooting into place and turning him on with the idea of a dirty little secret.
Mingi circles his rim and plays around his hole while he answers Hongjoong’s question on what he did throughout the day. Mingi makes the excuse of organizing their cabinets under the counter while still contributing to the conversation. Delicate musing of “I miss you’s” came out of Seonghwa’s mouth as Mingi bites his thigh and licks a stripe through his asshole. He sucks his fingers and positions them where his tongue had just been on Seonghwa’s hole while he stands up as if nothing happened.
A finger pushes into Seonghwa’s asshole as he grips the counter tightly, keeping his eyes on Hongjoong. Mingi pushes in and out, relishing in the small gasps he hears from the older.
“Are you okay, Hwa? You seem squirmy?” Hongjoong asks in a concerned voice as he eats another bite.
“Yeah, are you okay, hyung?” Mingi asks and Seonghwa finally looks at him. He sees a fake ass look of worry as a second finger enters him hard, pushing him against the counter. Their eye contact turns heated and Seonghwa flutters his eyelashes.
“I mean, I kinda am feeling a bit squeamish. It’s probably just something inside of me.” He turns back to Hongjoong as Mingi presses harder, finding his prostate. Seonghwa quickly grabs the glass his boyfriend left and drinks the last of the juice to choke off a moan. He groans in pleasure as the spot was pounded into, disguising it as satisfaction for refreshment.
Hongjoong stands and gathers his plate and utensils to the sink while Seonghwa brings a hand to his mouth as Mingi scissors his fingers, forcing the stretch of his rim and making him stand there and take it like he was nothing but a whore.
Suddenly, the fingers pleasuring him pull out completely and the warmth Mingi was pressing up against him disappears. Seonghwa whines at the loss but straightens himself with a cough when Hongjoong heads over to them.
“You guys wanna watch a movie?”
Feeling all too sensitive, Seonghwa nods with a smile. His hole clenches on nothing as precum stains his lace panties. He thanks whatever being can hear him that Mingi was huge and therefore, his shirt completely engulfed Seonghwa’s figure, preventing his boyfriend from noticing his state of underdress.
Mingi was already walking towards the couch and settling down, calling out for them to join him. Seonghwa sees Mingi’s hand dripping in lube (when he had the time to do so, Seonghwa didn’t know). Who was he to refuse the silent invitation? So he purposefully plants his ass on Mingi’s hand laying upwards, quickly covering the linked parts with a blanket. Hongjoong remains blissfully unaware and sits on the other end of the seat, draping Seonghwa’s feet across his lap.
They scroll through numerous options until they land on a newly screened movie that everyone was interested in. And as the opening credits play out, the fingers he was sitting on arch upward to his sensitive parts, continuing where they had left off. Mingi gropes his panties under the blanket while on the couch with his boyfriend—and if Seonghwa leaked precum at the suspense, no one had to know but the hand close to his twitching dick. A hand reaches under the string of his thong and focus on the divide of his cheeks for so long that Seonghwa thought he was gonna go crazy.
His hole became slick from lube as Mingi explores it, grazing nails on his rim and pushing fingers in and out but never more than a tease. His touch was so fucking hot and his fingers were soaked that Seonghwa can’t help but roll his eyes upward as they enter him properly. Mingi prods around his walls and deeper within his ass in search for something and he knew he found it when Seonghwa gasps a shaky breath.
He doesn’t relent on his hyung’s prostate and subtly brings his other hand to his own crotch to give himself some pleasure. Seonghwa continues to pant against him and his rim clenches beautifully as he unconsciously arches.
When a sex scene plays out in the movie, Hongjoong squeezes Seonghwa’s ankle to get his attention and the latter smirks at him in a sultry way, hoping that the dizzying bliss he was feeling wasn’t showing on his features. Mingi ignores and exchange in favor of fucking his fingers against Seonghwa’s prostate harder, gaining back his attention.
As they all focus on the suspiciously long love scene, Mingi whispers to his ear, “Look at how she’s craving his cock. She just can’t help it, can’t she? Reminds me of someone,” The statement was followed by a fuck to his prostate and who was he not moan silently?
Suddenly, fingers retracted from his hole and he was left gaping and empty. He sucked in a sharp breath and glared at Mingi who just smirked at him with lusty eyes that claimed a promise. The hand withdrew from his backside and landed against his crotch, making him sharply intake some air.
Mingi rubbed against the cock trapped in panties, stimulating the tip through lace. It should’ve been annoying and uncomfortable, but the hand pawing at him knew his enjoyment because of the slick coming out of him.
After what felt like forever, Mingi takes his cock out of their lacy imprisonment and starts lazily stroking. It was more out of defilement than pleasure seeking. He choked the base and slowly went up, feeling every ridge and skin that his cock was made out of. He ever so slowly reached the head and circled around the tip, spreading the leaking precum as Seonghwa further squirmed in his hold.
Mingi laughed and turned towards him, “Be careful, slut. You wouldn’t want to wake up your boyfriend do you?”
Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong and saw that he was fast asleep, lightly snoring against his arm. He quickly took his feet off of his lap and turned to Mingi, “Fuck, this turns me on so much.”
He chuckles and his strokes become firmer, “Such a whore, begging for my fingers while your boyfriend innocently sleeps. What would happen if he woke up, hmm?”
Seonghwa softly moans as his hole clenches and his dick twitches. Mingi tightens his hold and makes the older whine, staring up at him with tearful eyes.
“You’re such a goddamn tease. Nothing but a bitch to be used. Tied up and left to do nothing but take cock, you would like that.” He punctuates each statement with a thumb pressing hard along his tip.
Seonghwa becomes debauched as Mingi continues to stroke him without mercy while sucking and biting on his neck. The tension starts to build and Seonghwa just sits there and lets it, his breath punched out of him as his nipples harden. He’s too wound up to last for long and Mingi knows it. He feels himself reach his limit, thrusting up against Mingi’s hand acting like a makeshift hole. Seonghwa’s cock pulses and he breaks as Mingi stops his movements, “Mingi—Let me cum, please! I’ll do anything you want, just let me cum—I’ll be so good, I’ll be such a good doll for you to fuck—please—!”
“That’s right, baby. You’re my little whore to use whenever I want.” Mingi strokes him hard and fast, mercilessly unmoved by Seonghwa’s pants and pleas. He arches his back off the couch and cums so hard he sees white. The bliss lasts an eternity as his focus was zeroed on the hand around his cock.
When he comes back to himself, he feels Mingi milking him dry, and Hongjoong slowly waking up. He didn’t even realize he had moaned so hard to wake his sleeping boyfriend.
Dazed as fuck, Seonghwa wasn’t even trying to hide his post organic ecstasy as it flowed through his veins and released in his actions.
“Oh, shit. I missed half the movie already.” Hongjoong called out, unaware that no one had been paying attention to the damn movie from the start. He scrubbed his eyes and tried to focus his gaze on them. Seonghwa had no idea how guilty they looked, but Hongjoong seemed too tired to even register whatever image was before him. “I think I need to go to bed now guys… You finish the rest of the movie though, it’d be a waste to retire it now,” he said while so blissfully oblivious that Seonghwa leaked a little more in Mingi’s hold.
“Alright, hyung. We’ll make sure to enjoy it without you,” Mingi called out as he rubbed Seonghwa’s tip to get his point across.
He had to suppress a shiver from the onslaught of overstimulation and replied with a quick, “Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll join you soon…”
Hongjoong bid them both goodnight and padded off to bed. They both froze on the couch until they heard a distinct shut of the door as a signal, which immediately set off a switch that had them both crashing their lips together.
Their mouths molded roughly as tongues tangled. The entirety of the situation had them both geared up and desperate to fuck. Hands touched everywhere as the kiss turned filthy, sounds finally escaping as the background of the movie masked them.
Seonghwa tore away from Mingi’s lips as air was demanded from his lungs, the latter already attaching his untamed mouth to his neck, creating goosebumps in its wake.
“You really are a dirty little whore,” Mingi mumbled against his pulse point and if they didn’t go directly to Seonghwa’s dick...
“Just for you—Mingi—” He cuts himself off with a moan as the taller presses against him hard enough for Seonghwa to tumble backwards, laying with his back on the couch as Mingi positions himself in between his legs.
He catches Mingi’s face to drag it to his lips and they get lost in each other’s mouth for what feels like an eternity. Seonghwa feels like he’s being devoured. Mingi’s mouth was hot and skilled and knew him too fucking well. Their crotches land against each other and Mingi grinds his hips to the obvious bulge on the blanket that was still covering Seonghwa. His eyes roll upwards as the younger continues to grind, the blanket creating friction against his cum, making Seonghwa feel heavenly pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. You sound like a bitch in heat,” Mingi declares as he rips off the blanket Seonghwa was getting off too and pushes his thongs aside to have access to his hole, earning him an annoyed groan in response. “Aww, is the whore mad that I took his toy?”
Before he could even say a reply, his throat was being constricted by a large hand, and suddenly he was looking at a devilish smirk and lustful eyes that looked at him like he was nothing but an object to be used for pleasure. And, fuck—Seonghwa moaned at that. It turned him on that he was nothing but a doll to be used, giving the control of his pleasure to someone else… in secret.
Mingi grinds more deliberately as his hand tightens on Seonghwa’s neck. He pauses to get his dick out of his sweatpants, which makes the other huff but he gets rewarded by the sensation of skin against skin that shuts him up completely.
“I want you to ride me,” Mingi demands, adding a—“You can do that, can’t you?”—just for show. But Seonghwa nods anyway, like he’ll never have the chance to do it again.
Mingi sits up and pulls him against his body, Seonghwa sitting on his lap and being pulled closer so that his ass was sitting on top of the other’s crotch. His dick rubs against Mingi’s abdomen and he moans louder as the latter's shirt was taken off, leaving the younger in nothing but sweats that were removed halfway off, like he just couldn’t be bothered.
Call him weak, but he just couldn’t help himself as he let his hands wander the man’s chest, trailed across biceps, shoulders, and pecs. The man himself was taking his time admiring the older’s ass from where it outlined, curving from his back. He spread apart Seonghwa’s ass cheeks and he shivered as cold air reached his sensitive parts. “So damn reactive.”
“Get on with it—I’m ready for you…”
“You’re so damn needy,” The statement was punctuated with a slap to his ass.
Instead of getting what he wanted, the man pulled off the shirt he was wearing and immediately twisted his nipples, forcing from him a moan that was high enough to sound like a cry.
“What were you saying again, doll?”
Seonghwa could do nothing but babble and hump against the other as his nipples were assaulted. The sensitive buds were being twisted and pinched, creating stimulation where it was never meant to.
After a few torturous moments of bliss, Seonghwa was able to let out a shaky, “Please, fuck me…”
Mingi stopped his focus on the man’s nipples and groped his ass instead. “What was that again, slut?” He questioned and he circled Seonghwa’s rim over and over.
“F—fuck me, please.” He stuttered over his words as Mingi played with his hole and coated his dick and fingers with the lube left on the couch.
Without a word, three fingers were shoved in him and he was able to do nothing but take it as a hand gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. They pushed in and out of him, making him curse and moan around the digits.
“Such a damn whore, calling out to my fingers like they’re the best you ever had.” At that moment the pads of Mingi’s fingers hit his prostate and Seonghwa nearly collapses like a ragged doll from the delectable feeling. That spot gets targeted and he wouldn’t be surprised if it was bruised. He was sure drool was coming out of the side of his lips as his body stopped controlling itself.
Mingi pulled him close to bite his ear and whisper, “When I remove my fingers, you have to be a good slut and push against the dick I’m going to replace it with, got it?”
Seonghwa frantically nods as his prostate was dug into.
“You’re going to take me all the way in and you’re going to ride me.”
He continues a string of “Yes” as fingers slowly slide out of him. They catch on his rim and caress his puffy hole as Mingi demands, “Give me a show, baby.”
Seonghwa cries with contentment as the head of Mingi’s dick pressed against his hole. He holds onto Mingi’s shoulders as the rest of the cock was unceremoniously shoved into him, making him hiccup and gasp out.
Mingi’s hands find themselves on his hips, holding firmly and forcefully not letting Seonghwa up, making him adjust to the fullness of the large dick.
He whines when Mingi bounces him once, then twice, then it continues until he loses count and could do nothing but grip hard and implant his nails on the other’s skin.
“C’mon, hyung. Show me how a shameless cheater takes cock.”
Seonghwa sees stars at the command and mindlessly shifts on his knees to start riding like he was made to do it. He could feel the imprint of Mingi’s dick as it went in and out of him, the slap of skin against skin creating a never ending noise.
Mingi starts to curse as each bounce created a recoil against his hyung’s fat ass, making his dick twitch at the sight. He mouths at Seonghwa’s chest until he reaches his nipple. And he starts to savor it—sucking, licking, teasing—all the while, Seonghwa fucked himself against the younger’s cock, moaning at the feeling of brusing hands, sucked out nipples, and his own leaking dick.
“Oh my god—Mingi, fuck—” Seonghwa couldn’t control his mouth as Mingi kept him closer, pulling him through his thighs and remains unrelenting on his swelling bud.
He sinfully continues to piston himself against the thick and hard dick, his hole being treated as nothing but wet heat. He was given the freedom to set the pace so he maintained a rapid fuck, purposely positioning to hit his prostate with every motion.
Mingi finally pulled himself away from Seonghwa’s nipple and just stared at the man, so lost in riding him. It was so hot as he looked at his own personal slut as he was fucking himself on his cock.
“Fuck, baby. You’re all mine to use,” He starts to thrust himself up and meet Seonghwa’s quick pace. The latter shivered and took a shaky breath as the pleasure never stopped building.
“So damn sexy and for what? You’re man doesn’t even fuck you,” He ended the statement with a particularly hard thrust and a grip to his hips and stopped the pace to grind his dick to Seonghwa’s prostate, making him tear up and clench around the intrusion in his hole. “What would he do if he saw you like this—crying for my cock?” He wiped the tears that Seonghwa couldn’t help but let out, shaking with such fucking pleasure. He was at his limit again and he could feel himself losing to remain composed.
Mingi just kept fucking him, uncaring for his tightening grip, for the tears that slowly flowed, for the moans that never stopped. Seonghwa was used like a fleshlight and fuck—that was so damn hot. The seduction of being a secret, of being forbidden was such a turn on that he felt his dick twitch where it was pressing against Mingi’s body. The younger man just kept thrusting and fucking him so good that he lost himself to the feeling. The pleasure built until it couldn’t anymore and he climaxed untouched, feeling his orgasm throughout his body. His cum spurts on Mingi's stomach as the bouncing never stilled.
Uncaring for his hyung’s tranquility, Mingi just continued fucking him through his orgasm and into overstimulation. Nothing but a doll to be used for his pleasure. He gripped the man’s ass and spread his cheeks, watching as if mesmerized at the sight of his own cock splitting Seonghwa in half. He gathers the cum on his stomach on his fingers and brings them up to the other’s mouth, where his tongue was readily out, already sucking his release and fucking his mouth on Mingi’s fingers. His thrusts never stop and Seonghwa just lets him, unable to fight or retire as his prostate was punished.
“You’d make him watch, wouldn’t you?” Mingi mumbles against his throat as he bounces Seonghwa on his dick. The latter does nothing but moan weakly and shakes his head.
Mingi chucked at the response and flips them over while still being connected, he dumps Seonghwa on the couch seats while he hovers in between his legs. He continues to fuck him in and out, and the sensation is all Seonghwa could focus on, it was painful due to overstimulation and feeling too much after cumming twice but fuck it was so hot.
“Don’t lie, hyung. You’re such a slut that you’d have anyone watch, making them hear your sinful moans and see your fucked out hole. I bet they’d pay to see that.” His thrusts become rougher and more uncaring as he grips Seonghwa’s hips already lined with bruises. “They’d watch as your puffy and swollen rim catches on the head of my dick, unable to let it go because it's so damn greedy,” he slaps Seonghwa’s ass and it recoils and immediately turns pink as the sound echoes.
“You’re body was made to be fucked, hyung. Shit—you’re fucking hole is sucking me marvelously—” Mingi moans around a thrust and Seonghwa lies there and takes it.
“I bet Hongjoong couldn’t fuck you this good. You're all pretty and pliant just for me.” Seonghwa moans at the reminder and clenches his eyes at the shame that turns him on.
Mingi goes down and pushes against his lips, tongue entering his mouth and just dominating as he ruts against Seonghwa’s hole. He fucks his hole uncontrollably and the older couldn’t help but release a cry through the feeling. “Fuck, you’re such a great whore. How can I ever quit you?”
He knew Mingi was close as he was pistoning without mercy, Seonghwa’s cries and pleas unheard. “You’d let me cum inside, wouldn’t you? Your boyfriend uses a condom but you’re my slut so you’d let me.” Seonghwa couldn’t even say anything as his voice suddenly switched to gasps and soft moans.
Mingi pushes in the wet and tight hole, his dick twitching as it finally goes deeper to cum. He groans against Seonghwa’s neck as he was milked dry. He tries to chase his orgasm as he humps Seonghwa further.
They both pant against each other as they were still connected. Mingi pulls out of him and he closes his eyes to the familiar routine. He feels hands gripping his ass and pulling them apart as Mingi watches his cum drip out of his hyung’s hole.
He then stands to get a warm cloth to clean up both himself and Seonghwa, then gets a clean boxer of his hyung to wear. They both lay against each other as the credits of the movie nobody watched plays out.
“Are you feeling good baby?” Mingi asks as he pecks Seonghwa’s lips.
“Mmmm, I’m gonna be sore tomorrow, though.”
“You like it.”
“Maybe.”
“You just can’t get enough—”
“And that’s coming from you—”
Mingi chuckles as he leads their mouths to each other. They make out until their minds become numb and their ears hear static.
“You gonna head to bed now, hyung?”
“Yeah, I’m sleep with Hongjoong tonight.”
Mingi grips his waist and kisses him again, silently declaring his mark and a promise for more. “Just remember who’s fucking you every night,” he whispers and lets go of Seonghwa, turning off the TV and fixing up the couch.
Seonghwa says goodnight with a sway on his hips because he knows Mingi was watching him.
He opens the door carefully to his room with his boyfriend and goes to lay against him in the dark. Hongjoong immediately reacts, half awake as he pulls Seonghwa closer to him.
“Hey, you’re here…”
Seonghwa chuckles as he settles in, “Yeah, go to sleep now, sweetheart.” Hongjoong drifts off before he finishes the sentence.
And if Hongjoong’s grip was a little too tight that Seonghwa had no choice but to let his ass, which was still filled with Mingi’s cum, touch Hongjoong’s crotch, that wasn’t particularly Seonghwa’s fault.