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Mingyu grunted, the heavy dumbbells clattering to the floor as he completed his final bicep curl. The gym's fluorescent lights cast stark shadows over the sweat-slicked equipment, and the faint scent of metal and musk hung in the air—a testament to the hours of intense workouts that had come before. He glanced over at Wonwoo, who was busy wiping down the bench, his chest heaving slightly from his own set. The two men were alone in the gym, a rare luxury they cherished.
Wonwoo looked up, meeting Mingyu's gaze with a knowing smile. "You're getting stronger," he said, his voice low and appreciative.
Mingyu shrugged, his shoulders flexing slightly. "Just keeping up with you," he teased, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. His eyes flicked down to Wonwoo's grey shorts, noticing the unmistakable bulge that had formed.
Wonwoo's cheeks flushed, and he quickly averted his gaze. "I've got a... uh... cramp," he mumbled, trying to cover his embarrassment.
Mingyu chuckled, his eyes lingering on the bulge before he raised his arms to stretch. His black tank top rode up, revealing the dark hair that surrounded his belly button and trailed down into his shorts. It had been a while since his last waxing appointment, and it was quite evident. Not too thick, but there was hair, especially around his armpits, which wasn’t left unnoticed by the other.
Wonwoo couldn't help but stare, his eyes going from Mingyu’s exposed pits, gradually tracing the line of hair down his abs. He cleared his throat, his voice a little hoarse. "Your... your armpit hair has really grown," he said, his eyes flicking up to meet Mingyu's.
Mingyu smirked, his arms still high above his head. "Some fans like it," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "And with the way you’re staring," He stepped closer, invading the other man's personal space. "I’m guessing you like it too.”
Wonwoo scoffed as Mingyu leaned in, his eyes locked on the other man's armpit. "Y-You’re crazy," he stammered, his eyes betraying his interest. "It's just fascinating… that’s all.”
Mingyu stepped closer still, the heat from their bodies mingling. "Would you like a closer look?" he whispered, his hand reaching out to lightly graze the hairy pit. "Or maybe even a sniff?"
Wonwoo chuckled, contrary to the cock beneath his shorts slowly growing. “Don’t make jokes like that,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. “The last time you let someone touch your pits, you couldn’t stop laughing at how ticklish it was.”
Mingyu's grin grew wider. "C'mon, Wonwoo," he coaxed. "Don't be shy. I know you're curious." He leaned in even closer, his nose almost touching Wonwoo's cheek. "Tell me, do you want to see what it smells like?"
Wonwoo's eyes flickered to Mingyu's armpit again, then back to his face. He felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension building within him. Without saying a word, he took a tentative step forward, his chest brushing against Mingyu's.
Mingyu kept his arm raised, turning his head slightly to give himself a whiff of his own musky scent. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of sweat and manliness that emanated from his pit. He could feel Wonwoo's breath on his neck as the younger man watched him, transfixed.
The tension in the room grew thick. Wonwoo's eyes were glued to Mingyu's sweat-glistened armpit, watching as he teased the hair with his fingers, his eyes darkening with desire.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, Wonwoo leaned in, his nose touching the coarse hair. He took a deep, shaky inhale, the scent making his head spin. It was intoxicating, a mix of Mingyu's natural musk and the faint scent of deodorant. His cock strained against his shorts, begging for release.
Mingyu's hand dropped to Wonwoo's shoulder, gripping it gently. He could feel the younger man's body tremble with need, and he knew he had him hooked. "You like it?" he murmured, his voice a warm caress against Wonwoo's ear.
Wonwoo nodded, unable to form coherent words. Mingyu's hand slid down his arm, finding its way to the hem of his shorts. He gave the fabric a light tug, and Wonwoo gasped as the cool air of the gym brushed against his sensitive skin.
"Let's take this somewhere more... private," Mingyu whispered, his eyes dark with desire. He led Wonwoo through the empty gym, his hand never leaving the small of his back.
The locker room was dimly lit, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioner. Mingyu turned to face Wonwoo, his eyes roving over the other man's body hungrily. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of Wonwoo's jaw before dropping to the neckline of his shirt. With a firm grip, he pulled the shirt over Wonwoo's head, exposing his toned chest and the beginnings of his own armpit hair.
Wonwoo's eyes fluttered closed as Mingyu leaned in, pressing his nose against the soft, downy hairs. He took another deep breath, his cock now painfully hard. Mingyu's hand slid around to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths as their hands roamed over sweaty skin and firm muscles. Wonwoo's fingers found their way to Mingyu's armpit again, his touch growing bolder as he tangled his fingers in the hair and gently squeezed the soft flesh beneath.
Mingyu groaned into the kiss, his hand reaching down to palm Wonwoo's erection. "I knew you couldn't resist," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He squeezed, eliciting a whimper from Wonwoo.
They stumbled backward, their kisses growing more frantic as they made their way to one of the benches. Mingyu sat down, pulling Wonwoo onto his lap. He broke the kiss, his eyes burning with desire as he gazed into Wonwoo's. "Tell me, baby," he said, his voice low and gruff. "What do you want?"
Wonwoo's chest was heaving with need. He looked down at Mingyu's armpit, his eyes glazed over. "I want... I want to taste it," he admitted, his voice trembling.
Mingyu's smirk grew even more mischievous as he watched Wonwoo's desire unravel before him. He leaned back slightly, giving Wonwoo better access to the object of his desire. "Take your time," he urged, his hand guiding Wonwoo's face closer to his armpit.
Wonwoo's heart hammered in his chest as he tentatively licked the salty skin of Mingyu's pit. The taste was surprisingly addictive, a heady blend of sweat and masculine scent that made him light-headed. He nuzzled deeper, breathing in the potent aroma that seemed to fill the small locker room.
Mingyu's hand tightened around Wonwoo's neck, guiding him as he began to suck and nibble on the soft hairs. The sensation sent shockwaves through his body, making his toes curl in his sneakers. He could feel Mingyu's cock pulsing against his stomach, and the urge to reach down and touch it was almost overwhelming.
Wonwoo's breath was hot against Mingyu's skin, his tongue tracing the contours of the muscular armpit. He took another deep breath, savoring the scent that was uniquely Mingyu's. It was a strange turn-on, but one that he couldn't deny. He felt a sense of power, of control, as he explored the other man's body with such intimacy.
Mingyu's hips began to buck slightly, his body betraying his growing arousal. "Wonwoo," he gasped, his voice strained. "That feels... so fucking good."
Encouraged, Wonwoo continued his ministrations, his hands wandering to Mingyu's waistband. He paused for a moment, looking up for permission. Mingyu's eyes were hooded with lust, his cheeks flushed. "Turn around," Wonwoo murmured, his voice thick with need.
Mingyu's eyes widened, but he complied without question. He watched as Wonwoo knelt down, his eyes never leaving Mingyu's as he slid the shorts down his legs. He stepped out of them, his cock springing free and smacking against his stomach.
Wonwoo took a moment to appreciate the view before leaning in and pressing his nose against the tight, muscular globes of Mingyu's ass. He inhaled deeply, the scent of Mingyu's body wash and the natural musk of his body making his mouth water. He hadn't realized he had a thing for hairy asses, but here he was, about to dive in.
Without warning, Wonwoo's tongue snaked out, licking a long, slow line from the base of Mingyu's spine to the top of his crack. Mingyu's body stiffened, a strangled moan escaping his lips. Wonwoo felt a rush of excitement as he realized Mingyu was enjoying it. He pushed the cheeks apart, his tongue delving into the warm, furry crevice.
Mingyu's legs quivered, his hands gripping the edge of the bench. He'd never had anyone touch him like this before, let alone lick his ass. It was filthy and wrong, but oh so right. He could feel Wonwoo's hot breath against his skin, the gentle tug of his tongue as it grazed the tight ring of his anus.
Wonwoo's hands were trembling as he spread Mingyu's cheeks wider, giving him better access. He lapped at the hairs around the entrance to Mingyu's body, feeling the other man's salty sweat slick against his tongue. The taste was intoxicating, making him want more.
Mingyu's eyes rolled back in his head as Wonwoo's tongue circled his hole, teasing and probing. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly aroused. He leaned back, giving Wonwoo more room to explore.
Wonwoo took full advantage, his tongue delving deeper, tasting the salty, musky flavor that was driving him wild. He could feel his own precum leaking from his cock, staining the floor beneath him. He was so close to losing control, his own desires consuming him.
The two men were lost in their sensual exploration, the locker room echoing with the sounds of wet kisses and muffled moans. As Wonwoo's tongue danced around Mingyu's hole, he could feel the older man's body begin to relax, giving in to the pleasure.
Mingyu's breaths grew shallower, his hips rocking back to meet Wonwoo's eager tongue. He'd never felt so open, so willing to let someone else take charge. It was a heady feeling, one that made him feel alive in a way he hadn't before.
And then, without warning, Wonwoo's tongue was replaced by a firm, insistent finger. Mingyu's eyes shot open, and he gasped, "Wonwoo, what are you doing?" But the only response was a muffled moan from Wonwoo as he pushed the digit deeper, the wetness of Mingyu's desire coating it easily.
Wonwoo's eyes shone with mischief as he looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. He didn't bother with words, instead opting to push in another finger, scissoring them to stretch Mingyu open. The older man's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bench. "Oh, fuck," he whispered, his voice shaking.
The feeling was intense, almost too much, but Mingyu didn't want it to stop. He pushed back against the invasion, urging Wonwoo to go deeper, to give him more. The younger man complied, his teeth grazing Mingyu's cheeks as he worked his fingers in a steady rhythm, preparing him for what was to come.
Mingyu's cock was leaking pre-cum, leaving a sticky trail on his stomach. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white with the effort of not reaching down to touch himself. "Wonwoo," he groaned, his voice a desperate plea.
Wonwoo looked up, his own need clear in his eyes. He stood, his erection pointing at Mingyu like an arrow of pure lust. "Turn over," he instructed, his voice firm and demanding. Mingyu obeyed without question, his curiosity piqued.
He lay on his back, legs spread wide, as Wonwoo leaned over him, their chests brushing together. He reached for the lube they'd brought with them, the bottle cold in the warm locker room. He popped it open with a wet sound, squeezing a generous amount onto his palm.
Mingyu watched as Wonwoo coated his cock, the sight of him preparing to take him making his heart race even faster. "Are you sure about this?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse with desire.
Wonwoo didn't answer, instead leaning in to kiss him again. The kiss was deep and hungry, their tongues tangling together as Wonwoo's hand found Mingyu's cock, stroking it in time with the movement of his fingers in Mingyu's ass. The sensation was overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to consume him whole.
Finally, when Mingyu thought he couldn't take it anymore, Wonwoo pulled back, his eyes locked on the older man's. "It’s about time we switched roles," he murmured, before positioning himself at Mingyu's entrance.
With one slow and steady movement, he pushed inside, sheathing himself to the hilt. Mingyu's eyes widened, and he threw his head back, a scream tearing from his throat. It burned, but it was a good burn, one that made him feel alive and claimed.
Wonwoo paused, giving Mingyu a moment to adjust to the intrusion. He watched the older man's face contort with pleasure and pain, his own cock throbbing with anticipation. He leaned down, his armpit brushing against Mingyu's cheek. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Mingyu nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut. "Yeah," he managed to croak out. "Just... don't stop."
Wonwoo didn't need to be told twice. He began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm that had Mingyu's body writhing beneath him. He leaned in, capturing Mingyu's mouth in another deep kiss, their tongues dueling as their bodies moved as one.
Mingyu's arms wrapped around Wonwoo's neck, his legs around his waist. He pulled the younger man closer, the hair of his armpit brushing against Mingyu's cheek with every thrust. The scent of sweat and musk was intoxicating, mixing with the taste of their kisses.
Their breaths grew ragged, their movements more erratic. Wonwoo's hand found Mingyu's cock again, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Mingyu's hips bucked up to meet him, desperation in every movement.
Wonwoo felt his orgasm building, his cock swelling even more inside Mingyu. He reached down, grabbing Mingyu's wrist and guiding his hand to his own armpit. "Do it," he breathed against Mingyu's ear. "Show me how much you like it."
Mingyu's eyes snapped open, and he obeyed without hesitation. His nose buried itself in the warm, musky cavern of Wonwoo's armpit, inhaling deeply. The scent was like nothing he'd ever smelled before—it was raw and powerful, a declaration of Wonwoo's masculinity that had him panting.
He licked the salty skin, his tongue sliding over the soft hairs. Wonwoo's moan vibrated against his neck, making him suck harder, his teeth grazing the flesh lightly. The sensation was intense, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge.
"Ngh, ah… Mingyu," Wonwoo panted, his hips stuttering. "I'm going to cum."
Mingyu's eyes widened with excitement. "Wait," he gasped, his voice stuttering slightly. "Pull out... I w-want you to cum on my face."
Wonwoo's eyes darkened with lust, and he didn't hesitate. He pulled out, his cock glistening with lube and precum. Mingyu leaned up, his tongue sticking out, eager for the taste. Wonwoo's hand wrapped around his length, and with a few firm strokes, he was spilling his seed across Mingyu's face. The warm, sticky fluid painted the other man's features, and Mingyu closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
The sight was too much for Mingyu to handle. He felt his own orgasm building, his cock pulsing with the need for release. "Wonwoo," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I'm close... I want to... to feel your... your balls... on my face."
Wonwoo's breath caught, and he did as asked. He leaned down, his balls hanging heavily, and pressed them against Mingyu's nose and mouth. The furry, musky scent filled Mingyu's senses, pushing him over the edge. He wrapped his lips around the base of Wonwoo's cock, his tongue flicking out to catch the last drops of cum as they fell.
The sensation of Wonwoo's warm, velvety sac against his face was overwhelming, and Mingyu's climax hit him like a freight train. He came with a muffled cry, his body convulsing as he shot his load onto his own stomach. The feeling of the other man's balls on his face only added to the intensity, the musky scent of sex and sweat a heady cocktail that had him shaking.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Wonwoo pulled back slightly, his legs shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. Mingyu's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he licked his lips clean.
Wonwoo's heart was racing as he took in the sight before him—Mingyu, sprawled out on the bench, a picture of post-coital bliss, his face glistening with cum. "That was..." he began, but couldn't find the words to describe the feeling.
Mingyu just chuckled, his hand coming up to trace the line of cum that had made its way down his cheek. "A first for both of us," he said, his voice still shaky with pleasure.
They took a moment to catch their breath, the locker room air thick with the scent of their desire. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Mingyu leaned in and kissed Wonwoo, sharing the salty taste of their combined climaxes.
The kiss was soft and lingering, a promise of more to come. They broke apart, both grinning like schoolboys who'd just discovered a new form of rebellion. "We should... probably clean up," Wonwoo murmured, his voice still a little unsteady.
Mingyu nodded, his eyes never leaving Wonwoo's. "But first," he said, his voice a low growl, "I want to taste you again." He leaned in, his tongue snaking out to lick the last remnants of cum from the younger man's cock.
Wonwoo's eyes rolled back in his head, his body shivering with pleasure. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so wanted. "Mingyu," he moaned, his hand tangling in the other man's hair.
Mingyu didn't answer, his tongue lapping at Wonwoo's balls before sliding back up his shaft. He took the tip into his mouth, his hand cupping the base of the cock. He began to rub the glans in firm, slow circles, teasing the sensitive skin. Wonwoo's hips jerked, his breaths coming in ragged pants.
The sensation was unexpected, a sudden jolt of pleasure-pain that had him crying out. "Mingyu, what the—?"
But Mingyu didn't stop, his hand moving with more purpose, more pressure. And then, without warning, Wonwoo's cock began to pulse, and a warm stream of liquid shot from the tip, spraying Mingyu's face, running down his body and glazing his firm pecs and abs with a warm, yellowish tint.
Wonwoo's eyes went wide with shock, and he immediately tried to apologize, his voice high-pitched. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
But Mingyu just chuckled, the sound deep and throaty. He wiped the piss from his eyes with the back of his hand, his own cock still hard and demanding attention. "It's fine," he said, his voice a low growl. "It's just water, right?"
The tension in the room broke, and they both began to laugh, the absurdity of the situation washing over them like a cold shower. Wonwoo's face was red with embarrassment, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes as he watched Mingyu wipe the piss from his cheeks.
Mingyu's hand paused, his fingers lingering on the tip of Wonwoo's cock. "I think we might have discovered a new kink," he said, his voice teasing.
Wonwoo couldn't help but chuckle, his arousal not waning in the slightest. "Yeah," he said, his voice still shaking with laughter. "I guess we did."
They looked at each other for a long moment, the laughter dying down into contented smiles. They'd crossed a line, but it didn't feel wrong. It felt... natural, like they'd been meant to explore this side of themselves together all along.
Mingyu reached for the towel that was hanging on the bench, wiping the last of the cum from Wonwoo's cock before standing. "Let's get cleaned up," he said, his voice a little shaky. "And maybe next time, we'll try something else."
Wonwoo nodded, his eyes still glazed with lust. "Yeah," he murmured. "I'd like that."