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Xu Minghao had quite a reputation for his dating life.
Everyone said he only dated for around one week and ended up breaking up, and has never been seen with his partner ever again. Something about a one-week dating experience with none other than the infamous Xu Minghao from the art department. Kim Mingyu and Lee Seokmin always laughed whenever they recalled how someone asked them about it.
And now his supposed date for Valentine’s Day was asking the question about his stupid reputation.
“I think this is really stupid, you know,” Minghao said, staring at Junhui, who had already tilted his head while waiting for the answer.
“I wanted to know for so long, you know,” Junhui said, mimicking Minghao’s words, “C’mon, Hao. You never tell me about it.” Junhui laughed at how Minghao’s pout was already forming on his face.
Minghao sighed as he remembered how Mingyu and Seokmin still teased him about the same thing. They even laughed out loud when Jeonghan told the details of their silly history.
“If you’re going to laugh, it better be quick.” Minghao sighed again before opening his mouth and retelling the story of how he got that stupid reputation from Kim Mingyu and Lee Seokmin’s big mouths.
It was meant to be a teasing remark, a ridiculous jab to poke Xu Minghao from time to time, but people thought it was real. Mostly because Yoon Jeonghan, his supposed-to-be ex-lover, has zero shame. Zero shame and dozens of friends who think their history was hilarious.
Minghao groaned over the laughter echoing inside the room. Mingyu and Seokmin were having the best time of their life over the story from none other than Yoon Jeonghan, and Minghao kind of wanted to die.
“Everyone thought you were a fucking playboy, Hao,” Mingyu said as he leaned back to Seokmin. Laughing to his heart’s content because he knew the truth now.
“They didn’t know you were just stupid,” Seokmin added, pushing Mingyu off of him. “Stop leaning on me, you are heavy!”
“What did he tell you?” Minghao groaned again. Not ready to relieve the stupid memory he had with Yoon Jeonghan. The memory of how the breakup happened before he even realized they were dating.
It was so stupid, and his mind couldn’t help but wander about that day.
“I don’t understand why you always hang out with Jun when I am here. Am I still your boyfriend, or did we break up and I didn’t know about that?” Jeonghan asked one day, while they were hanging out and drinking their coffee.
Minghao’s eyes widened when he heard the question. “Hyung, you are my boyfriend?”
The date ended with Jeonghan laughing at how hilarious Minghao is. They had already been dating for a month, and Jeonghan’s friends knew Minghao was his.
While Minghao’s brain tried to process how he had a boyfriend for a whole month, but still hanging out with Junhui every single day, his supposed boyfriend patted his head twice and told him he should forget about it. It was embarrassing. Jeonghan thought they were dating, and Minghao thought it was a casual hangout with a friend.
Minghao’s ears were red when he re-told the story.
Tonight was supposed to be a dinner date with Wen Junhui, the one he tried to lure into a relationship, but Wen Junhui was busy cackling and hiding his laughter with a cough and a hand in front of his own mouth.
“So, it’s because of me?” Junhui asked after he had laughed to his heart’s content.
“No, not really. He thought we were dating, but I still hang out with you more than I hang out with him,” He tried his best to explain. Minghao thought it was a bit weird to agree in front of Junhui. What if Junhui’s head grew bigger than ever, learning the fact that Minghao ex thought he prioritized Junhui? He'd rather die and the teasing afterward would be a little too much for his liking.
“Are you done? We should go and take the picture for your parents,” Junhui reminded him about the duty he must do.
Take a picture with his Junhui, send it to the family group chat that only contained his Ma and Pa, then go back to Junhui’s apartment or his — it doesn’t matter — and let Junhui cuddle him to sleep.
Minghao bent forward, balancing himself on Junhui’s apartment door once they stepped inside, taking off his shoes and putting them aside in the place Junhui had set for him. “Should we practice kissing?” He asked as he watched Junhui taking off his own shoes.
“Huh?” Junhui wavered a bit, hand on the wall for balance. “Is this one of your tricks to get me to kiss you, Hao?”
Well, you’re not wrong, Minghao said in his mind. “This is for perfecting our act in front of my parents and her.” Minghao nodded when he found the right reason to taste Junhui’s lips on his. “I know you are a great actor, but I am a terrible liar,” Minghao stubbornly said with eyes full of hope because he is a terrible liar.
A loud sigh can be heard from Junhui when he got closer and put both of his hands on Minghao’s jaw, lifting up his face and leaving a peck on Minghao’s lips. “Done.”
“A real kiss, Junnie! With tongue, preferably!” Minghao glared at him. The whole face was still in Junhui’s hand. “What if she asked us to prove our relationship and we can’t do anything to prove that?”
Junhui leaned down again, his left hand moved to the back of Minghao’s neck while his right hand stayed on Minghao’s jaw, thumb caressing his cheek before guiding Minghao to pry his mouth open.
“We can tell her to fuck off,” Junhui said as he finally kissed Minghao just like how he wanted to be kissed. Not with tongue, just a real kiss, like Minghao said. Not a peck, but a little sucking on Minghao’s bottom lip and a little licking on the same spot.
Minghao sighed. He didn’t mean to let out any noises, but to be kissed by someone he had yearned for years felt a little bit dizzying, and he couldn’t help but sigh.
His hand reached onto Junhui’s shoulder to pull him closer, to kiss him deeper, to bite into Junhui’s upper lip; letting Junhui know he wanted this. Wanted Junhui’s lips on his so bad and didn’t want to let go just now.
Junhui was the one who let go first. Gasping into Minghao’s mouth as he chuckled when he saw how Minghao chased his lips for another kiss.
“You are such a jerk,” Minghao said once he noticed why Junhui laughed. “You are an asshole, and the kiss is not that great.”
Junhui’s chuckle turned into a full-body laughter that made him lean down into Minghao for balance, and Minghao took him in into a hug.
Junhui bit his lips down before he could say something stupid, something along side the words of I love you to someone he only pretended to date. “You are so cute, did you know that?”
Later, they slept like a baby. Right after Minghao joined Junhui’s bed after a shower, and after Minghao landed a quick kiss on the corner of Junhui’s lips with a murmur of a good night, Junnie.
And in the morning, Junhui watched his fake boyfriend’s sleeping figure. Watching intently, then moving a strand of Minghao’s hair out of his face.
“Hao, wake up. Don’t you have class this morning?” Junhui asked, pressing a kiss on Minghao’s forehead.
Minghao stirred in his sleep, moving closer to sink his face deeper into Junhui’s chest, and Junhui laughed. “You have to wake up, Hao.”
“Would I get my morning kiss?”
“Sure, but you have to get up and shower,” Junhui said. “I’ll give you a kiss once you’re ready to go.”
Minghao yawned after the promise of a morning kiss. He decided to rise slowly, taking his time to detach himself from Junhui with a shiver that was closely followed by, and Junhui pulled him back into a crushing hug. Hugging him to share his warmth. It was early in the morning, and he knew Minghao would need that.
“Is it really that cold?” Junhui asked. Hands moving up and down Minghao’s back, trying to chase out the shivering. “Five more minutes to warm my boyfriend?”
Minghao nodded, accepting his fate as the boyfriend who was in need of a warm embrace; he was always a little too cold in the morning, and that was the reason Junhui always chased the cold away for him. And even if Junhui had to leave first, he would always make sure his boyfriend was warm.
“Five more minutes,” Minghao murmured to himself. His eyes started to close, and his body fully leaned into Junhui’s embrace. “Want my kiss, Junnie,” he stubbornly pleaded with nothing more than half of a whisper, still half asleep.
Junhui sighed, his hand traveled from the back of Minghao’s body to his waist, caressing the curve with his thumb: comforting, warming, understanding, yet reminding him that he had to wait for something Junhui promised.“Morning breath, Princess.”
They stayed for a couple of minutes before Minghao groaned into Junhui’s shoulder. It seemed like they had to move — Minghao had to move, he had to leave the warmth and go somewhere.
“I need to go,” he said as he pushed himself away from his Junnie. “I lo — “ Minghao’s eyes widened at how he almost said something he shouldn’t, couldn’t, and Junhui smiled at him.
“Hm? You look amazing, that’s fine. You did drool on your sleep, though,” Junhui said with a knowing smile on his face. Changing the topic for the sake of Minghao, for the sake of himself, for the sake of their strange relationship.
“I didn’t drool.” Minghoa’s fingers touched his own face, touching and looking for something he knew wouldn’t be there.
“You will be, once I’m done with you,” Junhui teased, winking while moving way too close, and kissed Minghao’s neck. He dared to even lick just to feel how Minghao shuddered with the sudden contact.
He wondered, what would happen if he bit and suck lightly before moving away? And when Minghao didn’t protest, didn’t push himself out, and even looked so dazzling once he tilted his head back for Junhui, Junhui couldn’t help but dive back in. Kissing with more friction, licking, biting, and even sucking Minghao’s neck like there wouldn’t be another day.
It didn’t take long for Minghao to start and rigidly move when his neck was fully abused by none other than Junhui. Head prettily tilted, giving more access to Junhui, giving more, and more, and more.
He wanted this: wanted Junhui to lay his claim, wanted Junhui to give him a big mark, and he needed to show it off to everyone once he left Junhui behind for the day. He needed a reminder that Junhui is his.
After a moment, Junhui let Minghao’s neck go and walked away into the bathroom just right after he kissed Minghao’s jaw and gave him a tiny little peck.
It was necessary, the leaving part, because Junhui needed to deal with Minghao’s breakfast, and that meant he had to leave Minghao alone to let Minghao decide what he had to do with everything; Minghao's pants felt a little bit too tight for his liking.
And if Minghao touched himself in the shower thinking about his fake boyfriend, who’s currently cooking their breakfast, and promised him a morning kiss, then it was no one’s fault but Junhui’s.
The wedding will be held in March, and Kim Mingyu said that Minghao needed to keep it together. Seokmin backed him up in this matter.
“You will fake dating him for two months?” Mingyu asked.
“I just need to get him to fall in love with me, and if it means fake dating him for two months, then so be it,” Minghao answered.
“That’s manipulative,” Seokmin pointed out, “And you cheat the system.” he pushed Minghao’s hair off his face and flicked his forehead.
“Hey!”
Minghao wanted to protest, but Kim Mingyu’s hand was already in his hair, moving it away from his face, ready to do the same thing Seokmin did.
“Please let my boyfriend go,” someone said behind them, reaching for Mingyu’s hand.
When Minghao turned his head, there was Junhui with a smile that was barely there; he was in a bad mood, he didn’t like what he saw, and Minghao smiled at the thought of Wen Junhui being jealous.
“Hyung, I am not flirting with your boyfriend!” Mingyu protested, taking his hand back to himself.
“He did, hyung.” Seokmin’s finger pointed at Mingyu, accusing. Mingyu slapped the finger out of his face and shook his head.
Junhui’s free hand went back to pat Minghao’s head after he shook his head at Mingyu and Seokmin’s antics.
“C’mon, Princess, time to go,” Junhui said out loud, then leaned down, “I have something to show you,” he whispered into Minghao’s ear.
They left after saying goodbye to Seokmin and Mingyu. Hand in hand.
“Kiss me.” Minghao’s hand reached for Junhui’s hair, pulling him up as he gasped and lifted his hips to chase Junhui’s warmth. Minghao’s shirt was on the floor; he was bare, naked from his chest down to his dick. And Junhui was still fully clothed, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the sensation of Junhui’s tongue on his chest and Junhui’s hand on his crotch.
“So demanding,” Junhui whispered, biting the nipple he had to abandon to kiss Minghao.
Minghao groaned at the sensation. Eyes closed as Junhui’s lips made their way through his body. Leaving traces of kisses and bites everywhere he wanted, and Minghao let him.
Minghao would have let Junhui do worse if it meant he would get his lips kissed by Junhui’s lips.
“You’ll come just from my hand?” Junhui teased, flicking the head of Minghao’s cock with his thumb, and Minghao hissed. Not coherent enough to bite back. His mind was so full of the sensation of Junhui’s big hand on his dick, Junhui’s lips on his jaw, and how Junhui was hovering over him.
Minghao nodded at the question. Too needy, pliant, curling his finger on Junhui’s shoulder, and currently gasping onto his mouth.
Junhui made him feel so small when their height was not that much different; he knew Junhui was bigger, he knew Junhui was taller, he knew Junhui was older, and he knew Junhui’s muscles were bigger, better, better, and would be so much better if Junhui used that to manhandle and force him when he fucked him into submission.
He needed Junhui to use his muscle when he decided to be demanding, to ask for too much, and to pissed Junhui off in the middle of everything. He needed Junhui to use his muscle on him so bad he couldn’t help, but whimper at the thought.
Minghao whined when his stomach tightened. He was going to come, and he needed Junhui to kiss him now. “Junnie, close, close.” He sighed into Junhui’s mouth, pulling him closer, needing him to be closer. “Junnie, kiss,” Minghao pleaded: wanting, needing, and desperate to be kissed.
Junhui knew Minghao wouldn’t dare to kiss him first; their lips were inches apart, but Xu Minghao was nothing but stubborn.
He would keep asking, pulling, demand things, but would never move first. And Junhui knew best.
Stubborn boyfriend, stubborn fake pretending boyfriend. Minghao should be glad that Junhui took pity on him and swallowed Minghao’s whine. Shutting him up with a kiss, the one kiss Minghao kept asking while stroking his cock rough and fast until Junhui could feel Minghao’s body stiffen under him, and saw how his eyes closed as Minghao groaned and came on Junhui’s hand.
“Junnie, want to suck you,” Minghao whispered once the high of his orgasm was slowly drifting. Cheeks was fully rubbing on Junhui’s neck. “Wanna suck you so bad, Junnie.”
Junhui laughed at the request and kissed Minghao again.
The night ended with Minghao’s mouth stuffed full with Junhui’s cock and Minghao’s plea to cockwarmed him if Junhui ended up fucking him in the future. Junhui would rather die than deny Minghao’s request, which made his cock twitch in his pants after cumming in Minghao’s mouth.
“Sure, whatever you want, Princess.”
“Everyone, this is Wen Junhui, my boyfriend,” Minghao introduced his boyfriend in front of the audience. Showing him off, flaunting his boyfriend’s pretty face to everyone, and smiling when someone complimented Junhui.
Junhui smiled and did a little princely bow to everyone while one of his hands stayed at Minghao’s waist. “That’s me, I am his boyfriend. Nice to meet you.”
“Your friend is quite ... something,” Junhui said once they settled back into the hotel room.
“She likes you.”
Junhui’s hand moved in front of Minghao’s face as he chuckled lightly. There was a strand of hair stuck in front of his eyes, and Junhui decided to push it back into the back of Minghao’s ear. “I hope so. I mean, she kept calling me a handsome man.” Junhui chuckled again. Remembering the praises he got from the older lady.
They were tipsy.
Junhui was tipsy, and now, he can laugh at the compliments, the praises, and the new name he had in the wedding hall. Everyone kept calling him a handsome man, handsome Junhui, Xiao Hao’s handsome boyfriend, Xiao Ming’s handsome lover, and he couldn’t help but smile.
The evening was filled with alcohol and meddling with Minghao’s relatives. It was such an easy task when it came with free alcohol.
“You were blushing when she called you handsome,” Minghao laughed, eyes full of teasing. “Now you are boasting?”
Junhui pushed his shoulder, showing how the embarrassment was still there, and their room started to feel warmer.
The light of their room has started to make their room feel warmer, just like how Minghao’s eyes stared at Junhui. And just like how Minghao’s lips met Junhui’s parted lips halfway.
Minghao initiated the kiss, and Junhui’s hand pulled his waist, pulling him into sitting down on his lap.
There was a gasp, another sigh, and Junhui’s slow caress on the low back of Minghao’s waist.
Minghao shuddered, pulling himself off from Junhui to whisper in Junhui’s lips, voice filled with need, slightly broken. “Junhui, fuck me.”
Junhui didn’t wait. He didn’t waste any time pressing Minghao onto the bed. Kissing him deeper, licking the inside of his mouth. Wanting, pushing, owning.
Junhui didn’t know what they were. Friends, fiends with benefits, fake pretending boyfriend, or even something more. He didn’t know, he couldn’t care less because Minghao’s lips are kiss swollen, his breath was uneven, and he looks so beautiful under Junhui, and Junhui wants and wants and wants.
“You want me like that.” Junhui parted their lips, and Minghao pulled him back by the neck. Stealing another kiss, deeper, demanding, silently begging for more.
Minghao’s hand reached for Junhui’s face when they were apart, breath uneven, chest rising and falling in a perfect rhythm, hand tracing Junhui’s lips. “You didn’t have any idea.” Minghao laughed.
“Tell me you want me, Hao.”
“I want you, I want you so bad.”
Junhui’s cock twitched in his pants. Minghao wanted him. Minghao wanted him so bad.
His mouth parted when he could feel Minghao's pressing his thumb in. Mouth opened, welcoming, giving more access, as he licked into his finger. Eyes kept on watching, staring, absorbing the way Minghao’s eyes darkened, filled with want. Boasting his own ego over how Xu Minghao wanted him this badly.
Minghao wanted him so bad, and Junhui never wanted something this bad, and Minghao looked so pliant. So good, so so good for him, and he wanted nothing more than to eat him out, to make him feel so good he’d keep asking for more and more.
It was easy when his second finger slid into Minghao’s wet and waiting hole. He knew it was easy because he watched how Minghao’s mouth opened partly to whine into his pillow, and to protest over how slow things were.
Junhui watched Minghao’s eyes flutter open, felt how the grip on his shoulder loosened, and changed to a wandering hand on his back: scratching long and deep to leave a mark for him to trace in the morning. And he knew it was a warning because Minghao is never a patient person.
Junhui knew Minghao wanted to be stuffed full by now. He knew how Minghao would open his mouth to tell him to be quick because Junhui knew how Minghao’s brain works.
“Junnie,” Minghao scowled. Hips chasing the movement of Junhui’s finger inside his walls, nails pressing deeper.
Junhui knew what that meant. He knew what Minghao wanted to say because he wanted everything to work under his control. He needed everything to be fast, clean, clinical, and under his control, but Junhui knew Minghao was clumsy and hot-headed under everything. Impatient people tend to be hot-headed, and they tend to be clumsy, even though Junhui knew Minghao would rather die than admit how hot-headed he was, and Junhui thought: Maybe Minghao should learn how to be patient.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Princess,” he said, unhurriedly, watching as Minghao’s breath hitched over the supposed to be a teasing pet name. “Oh, you liked that?” Junhui asked, teasing. He took his finger out before adding another finger as he pressed his palm down on Minghao’s chest. Telling him to calm down before dragging his hand down to his stomach, halting him from moving, and grinding into his fingers.
“Be patient, Princess.”
Junhui’s fingers were busy. Sliding in, stretching the inside of Minghao’s wall with three of his fingers while the other hand massaging the inner hips next to Minghao’s hard dick. He was teasing, always near, almost touching, but never really giving the satisfaction of a touch.
And he smiled every time Minghao's dick moved, lifted up slightly and went down flat on his stomach right after. Junhui took his time to mess with Minghao and to watched how Minghao’s dick was slightly curved and kept twitching; stimulated every time his hand was near.
“I am going to kill you,” Minghao heaved, hand grasping on the hand that kept on stroking his hips, but doing nothing about his red and swollen dick.
Junhui leaned down to kiss Minghao’s neck and released his hand from Minghao’s grasp with a murmur of an apology.
“Hao, look at me.”
Junhui was caging Minghao under him. Arm next to Minghao’s head while his hand stroked his dick, wet with lube, and eyes kept a close watch on Minghao; on how his closed eyes slowly fluttered open, his pupils went everywhere, but Junhui's, on his furrowed eyebrow, and on how he positioned his hands, his body to hold his thighs up. Anticipating the blunt tip on his entrance, but Junhui didn’t budge and kept waiting.
“I need you to look at me, Hao.”
And when Minghao 's gazed focused to Junhui's, glaring and annoyed, Junhui shoved his dick in, fully in, and he knew Minghao felt it thoroughly over how his hand moved to grip the sheet so hard his knuckle turned white.
“Shut up,” Minghao gasped, closing his eyes again.
“I didn’t say anything,” Junhui answered, grinding down.
Junhui moved slowly and thought of how Minghao looked too good to be true under him. Junhui knew Minghao was pretty; he knew Minghao always looked cool, composed, and so pretty, and his mind still repeated the same view of Minghao sucking him dry whenever he touched himself, and God forbid he needed to watch Minghao’s pupils dilate once he fucked him.
“You are so pretty,” he said, leaning down to kiss him. “You look so pretty under me, Hao.” Junhui cock twitched. He can’t help that. Minghao looked so good, and he needed him to know. “Want you to look at me when I fuck you, Hao.”
Minghao groaned at the praise or maybe the twitch he felt. He groaned, and his hand reached for Junhui’s neck, pulling him down and kissing him hard to shut him up.
“Shut up,” he said after he let go. He started to grind, moving his hips up and down to feel Junhui’s cock better. “Move, now.” His eyes opened, staring back at Wen Junhui, who was gasping and closing his eyes. Minghao couldn’t help but laugh.
“Why are you laughing?” Junhui groaned and opened his eyes after he heard a hearty laughter under him. Minghao was laughing, and Junhui moved his hips forward.
“You asked me to open my eyes, but you are — ”
Junhui moved, and Minghao’s speech got cut off. He was going to fuck him properly and smiled at how Minghao couldn’t finish his word. “Yeah, what were you saying?”
“Junnie, Junnie,” Minghao called, whining, wanting as Junhui thrust forward with unpunishing rhythm. Clenching down, gripping hard, and mouth never left the corner of Junhui’s lips. Minghao wanted him close, wanted him near, and wanted Junhui to use him more.
“You’re so pretty,” Junhui groaned, both arms next to Minghao’s head, face so close, and hips never stopped moving. He needed to make Minghao come, he needed to watch Minghao come from his thrust alone, and he needed to watch Minghao’s eyes flutter and everything he willed to give.
Junhui stared and stared and stared as Minghao was still incoherent, dick swollen red with the want to be touched, but his hips still grinding down. His back arched the way Junhui’s blunt tip abused his prostate, and Junhui shifted his weight to one side to hold Minghao’s hips up. Lifted him, letting Minghao’s dick have the friction from their pressing stomach, and let his mouth lick on Minghao’s nipple.
Minghao’s hand reached to Junhui’s hair, pulling, stretching his scalp, and grinding. Asked him for more: Wanted to get more sensitive, wanted to feel everything Junhu has to offer, wanted everything, and Junhui gave him what he wanted. Biting and sucking until Minghao moaned high and needy.
The light in their room was starting to dim, and Junhui’s hand reached for Minghao’s. Holding, caressing the inside of Minghao’s palm before guiding him into touching himself.
“Want you so bad, Hao.”
Minghao came with a soft gasp, his mouth gaped open, his eyes fluttered closed, and his back arched so beautifully for Junhui to see, to feel, and Junhui fucked him through it.
“Inside, Junnie. I want to feel you inside,” Minghao said, chasing Junhui’s thrusts to help him, and Junhui came as Minghao watched him fondly, taking the view of how beautiful his boyfriend was with his eyes closed, nose scrunched, and mouth opened, calling his name.
The bells for their room rang, and Junhui took his hand away from Minghao’s hips. “I need to see who it is,” Junhui said as he kissed Minghao’s shoulder. They were still naked, cuddling in bed with Minghao teething on every part of Junhui’s body. His neck, shoulder, chest, anywhere his mouth could get. And Junhui's cock was soft inside of Minghao. Keeping his promise of letting Minghao cockwarmed him once they fucked.
“Xiao Hao, Xiao Wen, we’re going out. Come out if you want to come along,” The voice outside called out, and Minghao stilled.
“If we could hear that clearly. Does that mean everyone can hear us?”