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Mingyu tuts. His lips are curled upwards in amusement, and Seokmin is ready to spontaneously combust. Heat prickles beneath his skin as Seungcheol rakes his gaze down his naked body.
"What a sight…" He says, crouching down to scrutinise him. Reflexively, Seokmin flinches and steps back, but Mingyu takes his hips and keeps him steady. From above Mingyu, Seokmin can see the tips of his ears furiously red, but he keeps his composure so well.
Clearing his throat, Mingyu stands back up, but he keeps his hands on his hips and his eyes on Seokmin’s cock. "You didn’t vote for Seventeen on mnet+ huh?" There it is, the flick of his gaze back up, catching Seokmin’s own and trapping him there so easily. "I also told you to use the tags #2025MAMAVOTE #SEVENTEEN on X and to vote live on the day of the awards, right?”
Contrary to that, Seokmin hadn't planned this at all. Mingyu likely knows that, but there's that reassurance in his eyes. No pressure . Shakily sighing a breath out, Seokmin wants to duck his head away, but the intensity of Mingyu's blush keeps him looking up. "I had some… spare, so…"
"Fuck." Mingyu breathes, hands tightening on Seokmin's hips. "You're your own worst enemy, Seokmin… fuck."
When Mingyu swears, it's very much a good thing. He doesn't have the control he usually does. But it sets Seokmin on edge as to exactly why … Maybe it's the novelty of it, maybe Seokmin looks stupid… “I just… thought… You’ve been working so hard, and so…”
Mingyu licks his lips, drumming his fingers over Seokmin’s skin. He’s not looking into his eyes anymore, but he looks everywhere else instead. His collarbone, down his blushed chest and stomach, back to his cock. Thumbs rub up and down just above his pelvis so gently Seokmin shivers, a thin coil of arousal building at the possessive nature of it. “You thought you’d wrap yourself up pretty?”
It had taken a whole lot of patience, and steady hands Seokmin struggled to keep so. After doing all their wrapping for friends and family, like every year, he used his nimble fingers to more advantage, used the last of their ribbon to satisfy his curiosity. And it worked.
Mingyu is dumbfounded, Seokmin thinks. He’s never done anything like this of his own volition before. Perhaps… that’s what Mingyu’s lack of control was…
“Yeah…” Seokmin says, breath low and hot as he watches Mingyu’s hungry expression. While he seems intent on staring at the ribbon coiled around Seokmin’s cock, Seokmin takes the first move. Mingyu comes back to himself when Seokmin’s hands move to his collar and begin undoing his tie, blinking once, twice. “How was work?” Seokmin asks, as he usually does once Mingyu gets home, creating normalcy within his clouded mind.
It works, because Mingyu trails his hands up Seokmin’s hips to his flanks and back down again, petting his sides softly. “Irrelevant…” Mingyu says warmly, smiling with red cheeks. “Either way, I’m expecting you to help me forget…” He teases, swaying forward to press lips to Seokmin’s jawline, warm breath ghosting, leaving damp vapour on his skin in a trail up to his ear. “Take me to bed, Seokmin.”
Well, that was the plan, but the way the confidence had come back so quickly into his tone, how deep and gravely he managed to say it, sent Seokmin’s body heat skyrocketing. He hurries to oblige, running his palms down Mingyu’s forearms to his hands at his hips and pulling them away. “Yes sir .”
Seokmin hopes the retaliation, the confidence in his own tone, makes Mingyu just as flustered as he is, but he doesn’t think about it as he releases one hand and drags the other with him as he makes for the stairs, heart pumping fast in his chest. Mingyu’s hand readjusts in his to squeeze it as he follows clumsily. It was probably meant to calm him down but how could it?
Riding on the rush of oxygen around his body, Seokmin bursts into their room in a blink. He doesn’t even have time to turn the light on before Mingyu tugs his arm to spin him around, grabbing his hips again and pulling him close. “Let’s see that pretty cock of yours up close.” He says beneath his ear, teeth scraping teasingly over his pulse.
With one arm, Mingyu finds the light switch and flicks it on without looking. He then shoves Seokmin backwards until his calves hit the edge of the bed.
The manhandling arouses Seokmin more than it should. By the time his balance loses out, he’s hard, cock beginning to strain against the brightly-coloured ribbon. "Mingyu-" He starts, cutting off when he topples over, springs of the bed protesting the sudden impact of his back.
Mingyu gives him some time to recover from disorientation, towered above him with hands planted next to his head and giving playful nips and kisses to his throat. "Yes, baby?"
"Let me take care of you." He murmurs, threading a hand in Mingyu's hair as he moves down his body, giving open-mouthed kisses to his skin, finding little slips of skin to nip at and worry between his teeth. Mingyu doesn't listen, continues sucking marks and Seokmin can't bring himself to stop him when he crouches down between his legs to run his tongue over the dip of his pelvis, hands gripping his thighs.
It's a good thing that he keeps them there, as Seokmin wants to move them, wants to squirm for friction against his cock. Precome drips down his cock, soaking into the ribbon as it goes, and Seokmin whimpers at the feel, Mingyu's cheek so damn close .
Then it moves away, and Seokmin's hand falls limp from his head to grab the sheets next to him.
Mingyu leans back to look at him, bright red ribbon wrapped around his balls and the base of his cock, criss-crossing to just below the head where it's tied in a bow. "Pretty bow. This is well done, Minnie." Mingyu says, voice rough and low. "Maybe next time I could watch you do this to yourself, bind your cock up for me, give over your control to me?"
Seokmin flushes deeply, Mingyu sounds so nonchalant as he strokes his thighs, almost completely out of view. "Yeah…" He agrees, because he knows Mingyu likes to know he's getting to him, giving him ideas. Mingyu seems content with that as an answer and stands up between his legs, keeping a hand on his thigh.
"C'mon then, sweetheart, gonna take care of me now?"
Seokmin swallows, looking up into Mingyu's eyes, deep with arousal, compliment to the playfulness dancing in his tone. He pushes himself up to sit, desperately ignoring the throbbing in his cock, the stinging of marks down his body, and rests his hands on Mingyu's hips. They're still looking at each other, and Seokmin burns under the continuous scrutiny as he untucks Mingyu's shirt and works on getting his slacks open.
A hand pets his hair once and he shifts focus to Mingyu's crotch, curling fingers in his waistband to pull his trousers down. Seokmin swallows seeing Mingyu's erection in his boxers. They're… wet, too.
"Mingyu, is it really…"
"It's fucking hot, you're so hot." Mingyu reassures, groaning as Seokmin slides the constricting fabric over his erection, tightening his hand in his hair and pulling him to his cock.
Wasting no time, Seokmin slides his mouth over the side of Mingyu's cock, teasing flicks of his tongue against the hot skin, salty with precome. He slides to the base where his fingers tease Mingyu's balls, then back up again on the other side, so gently scraping teeth that Mingyu tenses, holding back a hiss. It's teasing enough that Mingyu wraps a hand around himself instead, pushing Seokmin's head down to meet it so he can thrust into his mouth.
With Seokmin's tongue lying flat, Mingyu slides right in. Seokmin doesn't deep-throat, so Mingyu keeps his thrusts shallow, thumb pulling on the corner of Seokmin's mouth where saliva escapes while his other hand keeps his head steady.
Mingyu moans softly, panting in tandem with the obscene sounds he creates in Seokmin's mouth, and Seokmin shuts his eyes, listening to the beautiful litany of sounds building the arousal further in his gut. Seokmin knows Mingyu could easily get off like this, come onto his tongue and not allow him to swallow, watch him make a mess of himself and degrade him for it.
But Seokmin has other plans, he wants to ride Mingyu until they're both numb. He wants Mingyu to undo the binds he made himself and let him come onto his chest. That's why he gently pulls back against the force of Mingyu's hand, sliding his mouth off of him, slowly, and swallowing. He watches his cock drip for a moment, running fingers up the length to keep him interested. "Mingyu, I want to… ride you, tonight…”
Mingyu’s hand runs over his hair to the back of his neck while his other tilts his chin up to look at him. “C’mon, where’s all your confidence? You want to treat me, right? Say it. Do it. Own it.”
The advice shoots a shiver down his spine and he takes a breath. “I want to ride you, Mingyu, give you a good view of my cock as I fuck myself on yours. I want you to lie back and watch me come over your chest.”
Words fall from him so quick before he manages to realise what he’s saying, leaving the room empty, but for out-of-sync panting. They stare at each other for moments, until Mingyu’s cock betrays him, precome dripping between them. “Fuck… Since when could you talk so dirty?” Mingyu growls, leaning quickly over to the bedside cabinet to rummage for lube. “Keep going, beautiful… Do all the work for me. Put on a show.”
Seokmin takes the bottle of lube Mingyu holds out and nods shyly, nervousness creeping up on him. “Yes sir.”
“Good boy,” Mingyu praises, petting Seokmin’s hair once more before undoing his shirt buttons, pulling off his last piece of clothing and getting comfortable on the bed. Seokmin takes a few moments to compose himself, opening the cap of lube to drizzle over his fingers just below the realm of excessive. Letting it run down his palm a little, Seokmin looks over to Mingyu. He’s laid back, smug, propped up on pillows with one hand behind his head while his other languidly strokes his cock.
Never did Seokmin think he could arouse Mingyu this way. It makes him giddy, his heart pounding with renewed energy. With complete want, Seokmin shuffles over him, straddling him facing away. Broad hands help, just a little, smearing wetness over his hip as he leans forward, presenting himself to Mingyu. He hears him shift, and one hand continues to stay on him, stroking the outside of his thigh from his hip, down, and then back up again. Seokmin could never get enough of Mingyu’s petting, inwardly preens at the affection and contact.
It gives him the confidence to move his hand behind him, dripping wet lube between his ass followed by his fingers stroking down his perineum, smearing wetness and teasing himself. “Come closer, baby, before you push in, I wanna see you better.” Blushing, Seokmin backs up on hands and knees until he can feel Mingyu’s breath on his ass, until Mingyu is within distance to tilt his head to sink teeth into the flesh of his ass, nipping him harshly. “Keep going. Fuck yourself on your fingers for me.”
Whimpering, breath hot on Mingyu’s stomach, Seokmin continues to run his fingers at his perineum, teasing the tip of one at his entrance, biting his lip as it twitches, sending pleasure up his spine. The tentative touches turn harder, more purposeful as he flicks the pad of his finger over his rim rhythmically, causing his body to undulate back into it unconsciously. Another piercing pain on his other asscheek causes him to gasp, moaning at the pinch as Mingyu bites down hard, sucking a mark.
It’s a move of impatience, and it spurs Seokmin to breach himself, slide a wet finger all the way in in a single movement. The sensation causes his hips to drive down, away from his finger, but he pushes in again, whining at the slight burn. Mingyu pulls back from the bite, running his tongue over the spot and drawing out the hot pain where his teeth had embedded. Seokmin huffs a breath to Mingyu’s stomach, itching to retaliate. He can see Mingyu’s cock stood proud in front of him… How easy it would be to just… give him a taste of his own teasing.
Yet Seokmin doesn’t want to wait to ride him. It’s better to just continue, so he does, focusing on Mingyu’s breath on his thighs where lube drips down and teasing in a second finger. The burn so slight it sparks pleasure where he worms it in impatiently. “Getting desperate, hmm?” Mingyu asks amusedly, sliding his hand up over Seokmin’s ass, tugging gently on his rim with his thumb. “Better get a move on… Your cock’s starting to drool.”
Seokmin cries out, the one hand he had been using to keep himself up buckled, now leaning on his forearm as his body thrust forward. Mingyu’s hand curls tight around Seokmin’s cock, thumb pressing beneath the head to tease at the base of the bow. “Mingyu!” He sobs, the soft, warm texture of fingers running between ribbon torturous. Laying his head down, Seokmin drives his fingers into his ass, pushing him down into the tunnel of Mingyu’s hand and Mingyu makes a noise of smug satisfaction.
“That’s it, that’s more like it, baby…” He murmurs encouragingly, swiping the precome at the slit of Seokmin’s cock to slick the way. “Faster, I know you like it like that.”
Seokmin doesn’t know how obscene he must look and sound as he moans unabashedly at Mingyu’s ministrations, speeding up his thrusts. He tactically keeps his fingers angled away from his prostate as he does, scissoring them gently, maybe too soon, but he can’t wait. “Want you inside me…” He says, a third finger joining his other two. Slow, steady as it pushes in. He knows he needs it, the preparation, and once it’s slid to the base Seokmin lets out a breath, tension keeping his body rigid and shaking.
“Shh, Minnie, c’mon, you’re almost there. Almost ready to take my cock.”
Seokmin shudders, slowly drawing his fingers back. Mingyu lets out a hot, shaking breath right over his hole. It twitches as Seokmin thrusts them in and Seokmin’s hips buck into Mingyu’s hand. He starts a rhythm, steady and strong, wet sounds falling dull in their room amongst Seokmin’s moans.
Although low on energy and so desperate to get himself off, he only continues for a few moments, spreading his fingers just a little to give Mingyu a look at him before he pulls them out. It’s the hardest part, as his hole is left open and empty. He doesn’t need to wait long until Mingyu blows over it, watching it twitch, and then for the swipe of a tongue to follow.
Instead of pushing back like he wants to do, let Mingyu eat out his ass with his powerful tongue, he resists. Instead, he pushes himself up and wraps his free hand - still wet with lube - around Mingyu’s cock. The man behind him moans, hips jolting upwards unsteadily. Thankfully, Mingyu’s hand leaves Seokmin’s cock, sliding it down to his thigh and allowing him to sit up and back onto his chest still wet with Seokmin’s precome.
“You looked so good, Seokmin, stretched around your fingers. Still, I bet you’re so tight, bet it still burns to sit on me… But you’ll endure it, I know you will, because you’re so desperate to take care of me, aren’t you, like a good boy?” Mingyu says, placing a hand on Seokmin’s lower back. “Turn around, Seokmin, so I can see you.”
Mingyu’s other hand joins to keep Seokmin steady as he turns to face him, knelt up over his chest with his cock stood proud and red - almost the same colour of the ribbon. Unshed tears drip down his cheeks at the motion and he dips his head bashfully seeing Mingyu’s grinning, smug expression. But he’s not doing that, letting Mingyu take away his confidence. “You deserve it, Gyu… For all your hard work, let me sit on your cock and make you come.” Seokmin drawls, running his hands up Mingyu’s chest and over his shoulders, squeezing the tight muscles there. He watches Mingyu’s blush spread over his cheeks and smiles genuinely at the love he sees pass in his features.
The love turns to lust when Seokmin intentionally pokes out his tongue bitten between teeth in concentration, earning him hands sliding down to his ass and squeezing it, unexpectedly hard that Seokmin jerks forward with a gasp, tears stinging the back of his eyes. "Come on then," Mingyu says, low voice impatient, growling as he says, pulling him forward, "fuck yourself on my cock, be good and satisfy me and maybe I'll untie the pretty little bow on your cock and let you come."
Seokmin whimpers, confident persona reduced so easily to a desperate mess, already spilling precome onto Mingyu's chest. Thankfully, Mingyu eases up on the bruising grip on his ass, but Seokmin can still feel his fingers there, the marks they left, and it gives him the confidence to shift his hips back, until his can feel the wetness of Mingyu's cock.
With one hand, he reaches back, holding Mingyu's cock steady at his entrance. After ample preparation, his desperate fingering, Mingyu's still difficult to take. Yet once Seokmin makes eye contact with Mingyu, whose mouth holds parted, he sinks down without hesitation, pressing past the burn until he's sat all the way down, Mingyu's thickness stretching him as he bottoms out, panting with the effort. He knows his hand is digging bruises into Mingyu's shoulder as he tries not to stay tense and shaking. It's a habit he's slowly losing, and once Mingyu runs a finger up his spine, he relaxes slightly.
At that, Mingyu huffs a long, hard breath, one that Seokmin can't tell how long he had been holding. "Fuck, move, Seokmin. You're so tight, I-" Mingyu pants for breath, and Seokmin's blush spreads right down his back where Mingyu's hand splays. He complies, however, pushes himself up, using Mingyu's body as leverage to sit back, raking fingers slowly from Mingyu's shoulders down his chest - just brushing his nipples with his pinkies, down his stomach to his happy trail right between Seokmin’s own thighs.
Mingyu's eyes follow the movement, enthralled, and Seokmin pushes up with his legs - only slightly - before sinking back down, getting used to the girth inside of him. Rolling his hips makes Mingyu swallow hard, and Seokmin breathes softly, shaking, glad to be getting to him so easily like this. "You're so thick, Mingyu." he whines, pushing back up until he's almost out before sliding straight back down, moaning and shuddering at the graze of his prostate.
"That's it, baby," Mingyu encourages, one hand on his hip, thumb running circles over the bone of his pelvis, "you look so good, you're doing so well," he praises, panting between each one, "faster, baby, I'm so close."
Seokmin doesn't need to be told twice, using his powerful legs to raise himself up just to sit back down. He continues, leaning forward to use his arms too, faster, harder he fucks himself on Mingyu's cock, grinding down hard each time to make sure Mingyu hits deep; tilting his hips so on each push down he's brushing against his prostate - enough for a taste of pleasure, but not enough that might tip him over the edge. He doesn't exaggerate, though, Mingyu is thick, hitting that point inside him without even trying .
Each time he can't help but let his rhythm stutter. He tries to ignore it, stop the unconscious stutter of his body in desperate need of release.
He's not the only one in that boat, however. Seokmin had had a vision of Mingyu more composed, yet the hand on his hip is bruising, now, and Mingyu doesn't seem to notice. He's too caught up in his own pleasure, eyes glued to where their bodies are connected. It gives Seokmin respite to let his eyes flutter close, concentrate as he speeds up, letting his lips part to let out restless moans. "Hah-Mingyu." Seokmin moans, and he can feel his eyes on him. In fact, it seems to break him out of his trance entirely, grip loosening.
"I bet you're close, huh?” Mingyu asks, nonchalant between pants of breath, “want to make me come inside you? Tell me what you want to do, Minnie, baby.”
Eyes slowly tearing, the throbbing in his cock almost unbearably intense, tied down by the ribbon he trapped himself in and forbidding himself release in a torturous way, Seokmin’s voice shakes as he says, “I’m gonna make you come, Mingyu, so deep inside me.” He assures, pursing his lips as Mingyu bucks without warning to muffle a moan. He can’t see Mingyu any more, vision blurred as tears form on his lashes, only to drop to the stomach beneath, but he continues, making good on his promise. “Mingyu, Gyu! please, I need you to come… please, I’m… It hurts~!”
So blissfully it hurts, even more so as Mingyu bucks up again and again, his cock barely sliding out. He can’t tell if it’s a conscious movement or not, but he doesn’t care, not when hands fly to his hips and grind him down roughly. “Seokmin, shit-” Seokmin feels the muscles of Mingyu’s taut stomach below his hands tense as he comes inside him, holding Seokmin down even as he struggles to buck into thin air.
It’s warm, the few spurts of come inside him, but Seokmin’s way too far gone to register it when fingers quickly wrap once again around his cock, sliding against the slick slips of skin between the ribbon. Seokmin wants to scream, but he’s sure all that makes it from his mouth is a pathetic cry. “Please-” He begs, word cut off with a catch of his throat, a hiccup. That’s all Mingyu needs. Just like that, with a simple tug, the bow falls loose and the pressure built up is gone.
This time, Seokmin knows he screams, feels the shred of his throat as his balls draw up against the pressure of the remaining ribbon and finally allow him respite in his release. His vision all but whites out as he comes, his only anchor being the hands digging into Mingyu. Calloused fingers pump him through his strong orgasm, valiantly twitching even after he’s finished. Mingyu’s so cruel, he knows Seokmin can’t think to protest so soon, so continues to tease his spent cock until Seokmin finally vocalises his discomfort as a whine. A shuddering, shivering mess, Seokmin’s arms slide back up Mingyu’s chest until he can rest there, draping himself over Mingyu without thinking.
He knows he can feel the stickiness of come where he presses his chest to Mingyu’s, he knows he can still feel Mingyu’s limp cock inside him, but he’s uncaring for that. Mingyu is too, by the way his hands slide up Seokmin’s back, one coming to rest between his shoulder blades while the other strokes into his hair. Murmuring softly, Mingyu turns his head to kiss his wet cheek, “are you okay, baby?” He asks in a whisper so sweet, Seokmin sobs in response. “Okay,” Mingyu says softly, “okay, shhh…”
The ache in his legs spreads up his body. He knows he’s exerted himself more than he’s ever done, and it feels good . The ache is amazing when he’s swallowed in Mingyu.
Mingyu allows him to soak in post-orgasmic bliss for longer than needed, cooing into his ear and telling him how amazing he is, uncaring that Seokmin can’t seem to form a single word. He pets him everywhere, touches him so gently, careful in his movements when he turns them on their sides, pulling out of him with a shudder of oversensation. The movement lets Seokmin’s body catch on, and slowly Seokmin regains control of himself and his thoughts beyond just wanting to be held.
“I…” Seokmin starts, letting out a long breath, a sigh of contentment directed towards the ceiling as he unfurls from Mingyu’s side to lay on his back, “That was amazing…” The words are raw in his torn throat, but even that feels good, even if it sparks a tingling bloom of heat over his face.
What would the neighbours think?
Mingyu turns over onto his front, draping an arm across Seokmin’s chest and resting his chin on his shoulder to watch him, dancing the tips of his fingers over Seokmin’s collarbone. “Yeah, you were.” He admits, and Seokmin looks at him with surprise. He wasn’t saying that .
“I… No I wasn’t.” Seokmin denies weakly, cheeks prickling, but he can’t help but smile when a knowing grin spreads across Mingyu’s face.
“You’re a kinky shit. You act innocent, Seokmin, but damn, you know how to turn me on.”
Had the words been put in any other way, in any other tone, said by anybody else, Seokmin wouldn’t have accepted it. But with Mingyu’s dark eyes trained on him, he can’t deny anything. “M-Maybe I am, maybe I do, but you’re just as bad as me.”
Leaning forward, Mingyu moves over Seokmin, casting his face in shadow where he blocks the light. “Is that a challenge?” He asks, an octave deeper than usual, causing Seokmin to shiver.
He wants to say no…
“You bet.”
Without hesitation, Mingyu crashes his lips into his own, knocking their teeth together gently as Seokmin’s part to let him in, let him devour him. The kiss is a promise that leaves his lips throbbing even after Mingyu has pulled back. “Fuck, you’re never going to regret this day, Minnie.”
He hopes he doesn’t, even if the tone Mingyu uses leaves intentional unease that twists Seokmin’s gut in excitement.