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Mingi rolls onto his back with a sigh, gnawing absently at his bottom lip as he glares at the ceiling. Currently, it’s taking every ounce of will power within him to suppress the urge to text Yunho. Mingi isn’t desperate. He isn’t clingy, either. He certainly, definitely is not desperate or clingy enough to text Yunho right now and ask to “hang out” at 11:30 PM on a Sunday night— absolutely not.
They’ve been not-so-secretly fooling around for a couple months now; it’s not as if they’re really trying to keep it a secret from the other members, but they don’t exactly advertise it either. No one in the group is naive to each others escapades, and aside from occasional teasing, they all mostly mind their own business. Mostly.
The secrecy of their relationship isn’t the problem here, though; the issue weighing on Mingi’s mind is the nature of their relationship itself. He and Yunho are best friends, and nothing more. Well, best friends who fuck, anyway. Regardless, they aren’t romantically involved, nor have they dared to ever discuss whatever feelings are present, because this current set up just works well for them. They are friends who fuck; simple, comfortable, convenient.
Except for the fact that lately, it doesn’t feel that way for Mingi. Comfortable, yes, because he has never felt more comfortable with another person on this planet than Yunho— which is just one factor contributing to the growing pit in his stomach that seems to get a little bit deeper every time his best friend smiles at him, laughs with him, catches eyes with him across the room, kisses him, calls him princess. It feels amazing and awful at the same time, which is really complicating the supposed “simplicity” of this friends with benefits situation. It sucks.
What sucks worse is that the only possible solutions are to confess his feelings, or keep it all to himself and put an end to the “benefits” part. Unfortunately, Mingi enjoys the sex so much that it would simply be wasteful to call it quits, and confessing is out of the question because that would really make things weird between them. The only thing worse than losing out on the best sex he’s ever had would be losing Yunho as his best friend, because Yunho is the most important person in his life, with or without the benefits. Therefore, Mingi has opted for the irresponsible third option: to ignore his own feelings and keep this thing going as if nothing is wrong and everything is normal. And now here he is, lying awake in bed, trying to ignore how much he would rather be in Yunho’s bed. He isn’t that desperate.
Until his phone buzzes and Mingi nearly lunges at his night stand to check the notification— oh, but it isn’t Yunho, just a dumb mobile game. Mingi scoffs at his own shamelessness and flops back onto his pillow, trying to bury the feeling of disappointment. Although, a reasoning thought occurs to him: Friends don’t need a reason to hit each other up. It isn’t a crime to be bored at night. He isn’t being clingy, he just can’t sleep. Totally normal, not weird— and that’s all the justification that Mingi needs to allow himself to grab his phone and (casually, not eagerly) send a message to the one responsible for all of this overthinking.
Mingi
You up?
Yunho
Lol
Yeah. Why?
Mingi continues nibbling restlessly at his bottom lip. He can imagine the satisfied smirk on Yunho’s face. That cheeky bastard knows. He can already tell that this text is far from casual and that there are ulterior motives behind it. Shit.
Mingi
Can’t sleep
Are you busy?
Yunho
So busy lol
Jk. I always have time for my princess~
Oh, fuck this guy. Mingi buries his face into his pillow and bites back a goofy smile, cheeks turning pink, betraying how stupid and lame he thought that message was.
Mingi
Shut up lol
Is San there?
Yunho
Nope
Where do you think he is??
Mingi
Right lol
Yunho
Come here if you want
Don’t keep me waiting ;)
Despite rolling his eyes, a shy smile sneaks across Mingi’s face. A little too eagerly, he rolls out of bed and throws on his well worn joggers—no shirt necessary—before nonchalantly slipping out his bedroom door.
“You seriously told me not to keep you waiting,” Mingi huffs as he settles onto Yunho’s bed, sitting cross-legged.
“I was just flirting,” Yunho admits with shameless amusement, letting a chuckle slip into his words. Mingi half expected to find him laid out on the bed, shirtless, with an inviting sultry look on his face. Instead, his unfortunate crush is seated comfortably at his pc, dressed in sweats, and is currently gaming. “Sorry, did I get your hopes up?” He asks, shooting the younger man an annoyingly charming faux-apologetic smile.
“No,” Mingi sputters defensively.
“This match is almost over, just give me a few minutes,” Yunho reasons with a knowing smile. “Then I’ll give you all the attention you need,” he coos teasingly.
“I hope you lose,” Mingi pouts, prompting Yunho to clutch his chest and yelp as if he had been stabbed in the heart by those words. He resumes playing, and after a brief moment, speaks again in a lowered tone.
“How about this, then? If I lose, I have to do something for you. But if I win, you have to do something for me.” Hearing this proposal, Mingi glances up at his friend. His attention is fixed on the monitor in front of him, but his expression has shifted slightly, his eyes now darkened with interest; it sends a tiny shiver down the rapper’s spine, which he shakes off as a realization occurs.
“That isn’t fair, you always win,” Mingi frowns. “Those odds are totally stacked against me.”
“Then I guess you’d better get ready to worship me,” he grins, far too innocently for the implication of his words. Mingi reclines on the bed with a lighthearted scoff, unable to suppress a shy smirk. Just as he starts looking for a way to pass the time on his phone, his attention is grabbed again when Yunho gasps.
“Aww nooo, what the hell?? No way, my game totally lagged and I got killed! Man, what are the odds?” Yunho complains with cartoonish dramatics, causing Mingi to narrow his eyes in confused suspicion.
“You lost?” He asks, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk.
“I lost,” Yunho whines in confirmation. With a defeated sigh, he turns off the monitor and stands up from his desk. Mingi makes room for him on the small bed, watching him with curiosity. “Well then,” he begins before crossing the room and hopping onto the bed with a strange amount of enthusiasm, “I guess I have to spoil you.” His tone is suddenly cheerful as he beams at the younger man.
Mingi pauses to buffer, but before he can think to say anything, Yunho is sidling up against him, propped up on one arm while his other hand slips onto Mingi’s chest. “So, what do you want?” He asks lowly, leaning in close to the rapper’s ear. “We have schedules tomorrow, so I probably shouldn’t fuck you… Hm, I could eat you out?” He offers with an amused grin.
Mingi is short-circuiting, almost too stunned to blush. This guy definitely threw the game on purpose, right? And is now offering, with enthusiasm, to eat ass—which is not something they’ve explored together yet. Realizing that he’s gone an odd amount of time without responding, he tries to scrape together a coherent sentence.
“Uh, you don’t have to, um—”
“Too much?” Yunho asks with a shy chuckle. “Sorry, I got a little excited,” he adds, his long fingers lightly stroking Mingi’s chest in little circles. “What would you like me to do, princess?”
Mingi pauses, a deep blush dusting his features as he nibbles at his bottom lip contemplatively. Finally, he looks up at the taller man with an intense decisiveness that somehow comes across as adorable, judging by Yunho’s fond expression.
“Kiss me, first,” Mingi finally declares.
“First? The deal was one thing,” Yunho asserts teasingly.
“This doesn’t count as the thing, I just wanna kiss first.”
With a playful sigh, Yunho concedes. “I spoil you too much,” he mumbles as he leans in to lazily pepper kisses along Mingi’s neck, causing him to shiver at the unexpected contact.
“What are you…?” He trails off, distracted by the sensation.
“You didn’t specify where I should kiss you,” Yunho smirks, all too pleased with himself. Mingi rolls his eyes, a fond smile betraying his annoyance. In an attempt to get his way, he reaches up toward Yunho’s cheek, ready to lean in and kiss the man properly; but Yunho promptly takes hold of his hand, guiding it up to his lips and kissing along his knuckles, eliciting an embarrassingly cute giggle.
“You’re so annoying,” Mingi complains harmlessly.
“Why? Did you want me to kiss somewhere specific? You have to tell me these things,” Yunho teases.
“Oh my god,” Mingi pouts, shooting the taller man an incredulous look, which is only met with expectantly raised eyebrows. After a beat, the timid request is finally uttered. “On the lips.”
“Oh, why didn’t you say so?” Yunho asks with a grin, before leaning in and finally pressing a kiss to the expectant lips in front of him.
They move slowly at first, but Mingi's self control dwindles quickly. Without separating from the mouth against his, he scoots lower on the bed, grabbing a fistful of Yunho's shirt and urging him over top of himself. The taller man complies, exhaling a quiet laugh as he interrupts the kiss to sit up and straddle the hips of the man below him. Mingi pouts at the loss of contact.
“Don't look at me like that, have a little patience,” Yunho scolds playfully. In a painfully slow motion, he pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses it to the floor. Mingi's eyes wander over the newly exposed skin, prompting Yunho to cover his nipples with his hands. “Don't stare, weirdo,” he chuckles, ears turning pink.
“You're the one making a show of it,” the rapper argues with a bashful grin, then reaching up to snake his arms around Yunho's neck and pull him back down into another kiss.
“So impatient,” he teases quietly before returning the kiss in earnest. Mingi wastes no time licking into his mouth, sighing with approval when he feels Yunho's tongue against his own.
Mingi's kisses are always heavy on tongue. Some might find that gross, but Yunho has assured him before that he finds it hot, after he once verbalized that Mingi is a sloppy kisser—an observation which the rapper took negatively at first.
Yunho lets his friend control the pace, as he usually does. There's really nothing he can do when Mingi is kissing him so hungrily, except try to keep up. At times like this, he uses his hands to his advantage; gliding his long fingers down Mingi's torso, admiring the swell of his chest and his well-trained core muscles through touch. Light grazes on skin contrast firm squeezes of plump hips, causing Mingi to sigh and hum in between kisses. He takes what control he wants, but Yunho knows just how to play him.
The pad of Yunho's thumb presses firmly to a nipple, making Mingi gasp and nip Yunho's lip in retaliation. The vocalist winces slightly, then pulls away just enough to give a heated gaze and a breathy chuckle. “You get worked up so easily,” he taunts with a smirk.
He then moves to sit up on his knees, running his tongue along the blossoming red mark on his lower lip. Below him, Mingi is flushed, chest rising with shallow breaths. He watches the man above him with lidded eyes, darting his tongue along his own swollen lip in a mirrored action, his gaze lingering on Yunho's spit-slick mouth.
“You do it to me on purpose,” he retorts in a husky tone. With a chuckle of admittance, Yunho sits back on his haunches and rests his weight on Mingi's lap, causing his breath to hitch.
“Wow,” he remarks with raised eyebrows. “You didn't leave a microphone in your pocket, did you?”
Mingi blushes at the joke and can't prevent his shy grin. “That was so dumb,” he complains despite himself, hands sliding up to squeeze Yunho's hips.
Amused, the taller man’s eyes wander down to take in how their bodies are situated. “This position is kind of hot,” he comments thoughtfully, gliding a hand down Mingi’s abs in admiration. “I’ll keep it in mind for our next wager. Might have to have you ride me,” he adds in a low voice, lidded eyes flicking back up to lock with those watching him. With a dangerous smirk, he warns, “I won’t lose twice.”
As Mingi stares back at him, the image of riding his best friend plays out in his mind, causing his eyes to glaze with arousal. Usually when they do it, Mingi is laying on his back or his side—occasionally on his knees, but he buckles under his own weight before long, which is as uncomfortable as it is sexy. He prefers the comfort of laying down. Though the idea of riding Yunho, performing for him, being responsible for his pleasure… He’s right, it is hot.
Mingi comes back to reality when he feels the weight above him shift. As he lifts himself up to stand next to the bed, Yunho speaks again. “Which reminds me, have you thought of something for me to do yet?”
“Mm, not yet.”
“You’re really milking this, aren’t you?” The vocalist smirks, hooking his fingers under the waistband of Mingi’s joggers. He lifts his hips to assist as Yunho peels the fabric from his lower half; It catches a bit around his thighs. “Man, your thighs are thick,” he comments, giving one of them a reverent squeeze.
“I know,” Mingi drawls, a twinge of sheepishness in his voice.
“It’s sexy, I love your thighs,” Yunho reassures with a warm smile.
After fully removing the garment and tossing it aside, Yunho steps out of his own sweats. Mingi’s chest swells with pride to see the taller man’s slightly hardened dick beginning to strain against his underwear, before he moves to once again straddle the man on the bed. Both of them sigh as Yunho settles on top of him, their clothed erections grazing each other. He plants an affectionate kiss on Mingi’s plush lips before moving on, kissing along his jaw and down his neck. The rapper cranes his neck to allow access, shivering when he feels a hot tongue drag down to the junction of his neck and shoulder, leaving a wet stripe behind. The contrast of Yunho’s hot breath against his skin and the quickly cooling saliva trail is ticklish, giving him goosebumps.
Yunho supports his weight on his left elbow, allowing his right hand the mobility to rub and tease at Mingi’s side. He glides blunt nails slowly up the man’s ribs, then fondling the pec he arrives at, teasing the hardening nipple with his thumb. Under him, Mingi sighs between short breaths; a whine escapes when Yunho decides to seal his lips to the base of the man’s neck, suckling and running his tongue along the flesh.
“Careful,” Mingi warns in a drowsy voice. Yunho hums in response, presses a farewell kiss to the sentiment of a hickey, and moves on to pepper more kisses along his shoulder. The rapper slips his hands onto Yunho’s thighs, planted on either side of him; he gives them a firm squeeze, appreciating the give of soft skin over toned muscle. This prompts the vocalist to lift himself on his hands, hovering above Mingi with a satisfied smirk.
“See? Thick thighs are nice,” he declares, then shifting his weight back to scoot further down the body below him. The movement of Yunho’s hips causes their erections to drag against one another with intoxicating friction that Mingi can’t help but chase, rolling his hips with a soft moan. Yunho’s breath hitches. “Fuck,” he sighs, then leans down to capture Mingi’s untouched nipple between his lips.
Mingi tightens his grip on the dancer’s thighs. With a furrowed brow and flushed cheeks, he gnaws at his bottom lip, trying to muffle the whines that threaten to escape his throat. Yunho is really driving him insane now: The man drags the flat of his tongue over the nipple before sucking it harshly. Then, he shifts his weight back on his hips, grinding down heavily on Mingi’s cock—now fully hard, with a wet spot forming at the tip.
Again, Mingi’s hips roll involuntarily, a hushed gasp ripping from his gaping mouth. Yunho moans against his chest, still licking hungrily at the now swollen bud. The rapper watches him, eyes clouded with lust; he looks like he’s enjoying himself, worshipping Mingi’s chest with eyes closed in an almost serene expression, pink blush reaching the tips of his ears. Mingi’s heart swells with affection at the sight.
He brings one hand up from its position on Yunho’s thigh to caress the back of the man’s head, carding fingers through his hair with small, gentle strokes. At this, Yunho’s eyes flutter open, gazing up at Mingi through his lashes. He smiles, drowsy and warm and cute, despite the evident lust. God, Mingi is in trouble.
“You okay?” Yunho asks quietly.
“Yeah,” the rapper confirms in a low, rough tone. “Feels good.”
Yunho exhales a small laugh, then shifts forward to kiss the man again. This kiss is slow, wet, erotic; Mingi holds him close with a hand on the back of his neck, lightly massaging with encouragement. His other hand is still anchored on Yunho’s thigh, now pressing down slightly, urging the man to move as Mingi gives a slow, experimental roll of his hips.
Yunho hums approvingly into the kiss, pressing his body flush to the one under him. He supports himself like before, propped on one elbow with the other hand resting on Mingi’s hip. He then grinds his hips down to match, moaning against the rapper’s mouth.
They fall into a lazy, offbeat rhythm, rocking against each other as an afterthought to the heated kiss. It feels intimate; hushed moans and sighs exchange between them before being swallowed up and muffled.
Mingi flexes his fingers, tightening his grip on Yunho's thigh, urging him closer as desperation builds. He ruts his hips faster, harder, whining against Yunho's lips. The vocalist can't help his own devilish smirk as he firmly holds the rapper's hip, forcing him still. He grinds down on him hard and slow, making Mingi's dick throb between them. Their lips separate just as a sharp gasp erupts from the younger man, ending high in a whine. Yunho huffs a small laugh, his face inches from the man below him.
“I don't particularly want to cum in my underwear, as sexy as this is,” he explains in a low tone. Mingi agrees, despite his pout at the loss of friction.
"Fuck my thighs,” he demands suddenly, voice raw. Yunho blinks, blush deepening as he processes the request.
“What?” He asks dumbly.
“That's what I want,” Mingi clarifies shyly, nibbling at his lip.
“Oh. Oh yeah, right,” Yunho grins bashfully. “That's really what you want?”
The rapper hums in confirmation, blush spreading. “That okay with you?”
“More than okay,” the taller man laughs. “You'll have to get on your knees though. I know that's uncomfortable for you.”
“Don't care,” Mingi assures, a lustful haze in his eyes. The dancer smiles then, sitting up and scooting off of the man under him.
“Wow, look at you,” he whispers in admiration after noticing the state of Mingi's dick; rock solid, barely contained by the thin fabric of his underwear which is now damp from precum. He reaches to peel back the waistband, freeing Mingi's straining cock, making the man bite his lip with embarrassment. "Want it that bad, huh?” Yunho adds with a dark smirk.
“Like you're any better,” the rapper defends with a shy pout. He slips his underwear off fully, then grabs Yunho's still-clothed erection for emphasis, making him inhale sharply through his nose.
“Okay, valid point,” he chuckles breathlessly as Mingi pulls his underwear down his thighs.
Yunho has a handsome dick. That might be an odd way to describe it, but it's how Mingi has always thought of it. It's longer than his own, though not as thick, and the head is a cute pink. It reminds him of the cute way Yunho blushes, which isn't something he would ever say out loud, because it's a little weird.
Now both fully naked, Mingi sits up and rolls over onto his knees. He feels Yunho's weight shift on the bed, then hears the slide of the bedside drawer as he retrieves a half empty bottle of lube. Just when the rapper begins to space out from a combination of drowsiness and horny brain, he jolts with a tiny yelp, as cold lube is unceremoniously drizzled between his ass cheeks.
“Yah—!” he whines.
“Sorry, sorry,” Yunho chuckles unapologetically, spreading one of the man's cheeks with his thumb while the other hand continues squeezing a copious amount of lube from the bottle.
“No you aren’t,” Mingi hisses back, shuddering as he feels the liquid trickle over his hole and down his balls.
“Don't whine, it'll be way better this way," he assures with a mean little smirk. When finally satisfied with the amount of lube, he sets the bottle aside and reaches down to smear the liquid over Mingi's inner thighs. It feels disgusting, but it is pretty hot, the rapper admits mentally. “Gonna have to wash these sheets,” Yunho chuckles.
“You didn’t have to pour it on me like that, you could’ve just smeared some on my thighs,” the younger man pouts, shooting an embarrassed glare over his shoulder.
“Dunno what you’re complaining for,” Yunho begins, lidded eyes fixed on the fluttering hole being presented to him. “You like it a little messy,” he drawls, taking his shaft in hand. He gives it a few loose strokes to coat it in the remaining lube on his hand, then has the audacity to press his tip to Mingi’s entrance in a little wet kiss, making him gasp and flinch in surprise.
Yunho chuckles at the reaction, a lust drunken smirk of self-satisfaction on his face. He then proceeds to drag the head down between Mingi’s cheeks, sliding over his perineum, all slick with lube. As a whine escapes his throat, the rapper bites hard at his bottom lip, preventing himself from begging Yunho to just fuck him. After a few torturous seconds of teasing, the offending organ is finally slipped between trembling thighs. Mingi’s jaw goes slack with a sharp exhale—apparently he had been holding his breath?—and he pants, too dazed with arousal to scold or complain.
“Fuck,” is all Yunho can seem to muster, a whisper of admiration at how erotic the display is. His dick is nestled right beneath Mingi’s, twitching up against it, the weight and heat and wet making his head spin. He grabs hold of Mingi’s hips, settling against him comfortably. “Squeeze your thighs together for me, just a little more,” he commands softly.
Mingi complies, the added “for me” making his gut twist with heat. He loves making Yunho feel good, loves feeling wanted by him. “Like that?” He asks in a tone embarrassingly close to a whimper.
“Mm, yeah. Just like that,” Yunho hums in response, running a reverent thumb over the plump flesh within his grasp. Without warning, he rocks his hips forward, eliciting a squeak from the man below him. The dancer sighs, enjoying the easy slide and the tight heat. “Fuck, this was a great idea,” he chuckles, “maybe I should lose more often.”
Mingi swallows thickly, his throat running dry. As the man behind him starts rolling his hips, finding an easy pace, he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and lets his eyes flutter shut. Sure, it doesn’t feel as good for him as it would if Yunho were actually inside of him, but theres something so erotic about thigh-fucking that it’s making his dick throb regardless. It almost feels more lewd this way, like he’s being used, like Yunho is masturbating with Mingi’s body as his toy. He only wishes he could watch Yunho’s face, see how good he’s making the man feel.
“Feel so good, Mingi-ya,” he whispers in a heavy exhale, squeezing his hips for emphasis. It sends a shiver down Mingi’s spine, and he can only whine in response, heat rising to his cheeks at the mention of his name. The sounds alone are driving him insane; Yunho panting behind him, the wet noises as he thrusts into him, the slap of thighs against his backside. It’s all making him dizzy.
Suddenly, Yunho runs a hand up Mingi’s back, slow and reassuring. “You okay? Is it uncomfortable?” He inquires in a gentle tone, pausing the movement of his hips.
“N-no,” he rasps, “keep going, s’good.”
“You seem a little tense, I want you to feel good too,” Yunho reasons. “You aren’t usually so quiet.”
“I like it,” the rapper confesses. “L-listening to you, I mean, since I can’t see your face.”
Yunho blushes, a timid smile creeping onto his face. “You pervert,” he chuckles. “I like listening to you too, you know,” he adds quietly, then resuming the steady roll of his hips. Now without his lips clamped shut, Mingi moans at the feeling. “Much better,” Yunho praises, stroking over one of his ass cheeks appreciatively before returning the hand to Mingi’s hip and pointedly delivering a hard thrust. Mingi whimpers, involuntarily squeezing his legs tighter together.
“There we go, so good for me,” Yunho coos, building to a quicker rhythm. Mingi’s cock twitches, bobbing helplessly between his stomach and Yunho’s length. Beads of precum leak from the tip and join the mess of lube and sweat between his legs, making the slide even hotter. He’s panting now, mouth agape; his arms buckle, and he buries his face in the pillows beneath him, attempting to muffle the increasingly desperate whines being wrenched from him.
“Close?” Yunho huffs, a smirk evident in his tone. “Really gonna cum so quickly from me fucking your thighs?” He stalls his thrusting then, instead grinding his hips heavily against the man. The pressure is intense, causing Yunho to sigh as Mingi groans below him.
“N-not yet,” he manages to squeak out, throat uncomfortably dry.
“Mm, not good enough? That won’t do…” He runs his hands over Mingi’s ass thoughtfully, swiping his thumb through some of the excess lube between his cheeks. The rapper shivers below him.
“Don’t stop,” he whines, wiggling his hips slightly.
“Always so needy,” Yunho teases. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel even better,” he assures, tone turning dark. Just as the words leave his mouth, he presses his lubricated thumb to Mingi’s hole, sliding it inside with the slightest resistance from the ring of muscle. Mingi keens, thighs trembling at the intrusion. “Good?” The vocalist inquires in a light tone, almost innocent.
“G-good,” Mingi confirms, biting his lip again as he blinks away blurred vision, so aroused that his eyes are watering.
Yunho hums, pleased, and begins thrusting his hips in earnest. With one hand braced on Mingi’s hip, he drags his thumb in and out of the hole, marveling at the way it flutters from the stretch. Below him, the younger man whimpers and moans at the friction, still audible despite being muffled by the pillow.
“Greedy thing,” Yunho breathes. “I’ll fuck you properly next time,” he promises, plunging his thumb as deep inside as he can reach. Mingi cries out beneath him, hips buckling as he shoots his load all over his stomach and the sheets below, eyes wrenched shut.
Yunho removes his thumb, rubbing his lower back comfortingly as he lets the rapper catch his breath. “Oh my god,” Mingi eventually rasps, and Yunho guides him to lay on his back, propped up on the pillows. Now that he can get a proper look at the mess covering his entire lower body, he wrinkles his nose, though the expression vanishes as soon as he notices Yunho.
This man, Mingi’s best friend, is kneeling between his open legs and gazing at him with more desire and intensity than the rapper has probably ever seen in his life. Mingi swallows thickly, blush consuming the entire surface of his skin.
“You wanted to see my face?” Yunho nearly whispers, taking his painfully hard cock in hand. Mingi’s mouth hangs open dumbly, eyes flicking down briefly to admire the state of Yunho’s arousal. He rests his free hand on Mingi’s knee and begins fisting his dick, sighing at the contact, soaking in every detail of the sight laid out in front of him.
Mingi’s skin is flushed, dirtied with lube and cum, a sheen of sweat making his muscles glisten as his chest rises and falls with each breath. His hair is messy, lips swollen and red, eyes misty with arousal. His spent cock lays against his lower belly, still leaking slightly. He looks shy, adorable, sexy, irresistible.
Yunho’s brow furrows; his eyes threaten to close from the intensity of the pleasure, but he fights to keep them open, unwilling to waste the sight. He pants harder, stroking himself faster, pace becoming sloppy with mounting desperation. His fingers dig into the flesh of Mingi’s thigh as if to keep himself present.
In an effort to drive him crazy, the rapper collects some of the wet mess from his lower body on two fingers; while maintaining eye contact, he reaches below himself and slips the two fingers into his own hole, moaning lewdly as he presses into himself.
A choked gasp erupts from Yunho, followed by a low groan as he squeezes his cock, release spurting onto Mingi’s lower body in thick, hot ropes. Mingi watches with hazy fascination, eyes darting between Yunho’s desperate expression and twitching dick. After a few voyeuristic moments of watching the man ride out his high, Mingi smirks, pleased, and removes his fingers from himself.
“That was so unnecessary,” Yunho pants, the corner of his mouth lifting in a drowsy smirk. He looks shy now, a stark contrast from the erotic intensity of moments ago.
“Revenge,” Mingi declares proudly, “for all of your teasing.”
“If you’re trying to get me to stop, you’re gonna need a different strategy, cause that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he chuckles. “At this rate I might never learn my lesson. I might get worse, actually,” he warns with a grin, then flopping down next to the other man with a tired sigh. Mingi’s chest swells with pride at the compliment as Yunho cuddles close, eyes fluttering shut as he hums, satisfied.
“Bro,” Mingi objects after a beat of comfortable silence. “I’m literally covered in jizz and laying in a puddle of lube. Do not get comfortable right now.”
Yunho whines wordlessly in response without opening his eyes.
“If you fall asleep right now I will actually delete your Valorant account.”
After a brief pause, Yunho sits up with a groan. “Thats mean,” he pouts. Mingi meets him with an unwavering glare.
Opting not to call the bluff, Yunho concedes and cleans up his mess. Once un-sticky and dressed in clean sleep clothes—fresh boxers for Mingi, baggy shorts and a t-shirt for Yunho—the vocalist settles onto San’s empty, clean bed.
“You can sleep here with me if you want,” Yunho offers, looking slightly timid. “San won’t mind, I’ve walked in on weirder stuff,” he chuckles. Mingi glances contemplatively at the line of plushies on the bed, staring back at him with cute little beady eyes.
“Nah, that’s ok. It’ll be cramped anyway,” he replies. Honestly he wouldn’t mind basically sleeping on top of Yunho, definitely not. The unfortunate truth is that after every time the two men fool around and post-nut clarity sets in, a dull ache blooms in his chest to remind Mingi of that pit in his stomach, growing deeper with every night they spend together.
They have shared a bed a handful of times, usually due to accidentally falling asleep after a late night hook-up; but there’s just something too intimate about deliberately laying together, cuddling and talking, falling asleep in each others arms. It makes the ache infinitely worse.
“If you insist,” Yunho shrugs with an easy smile. There’s a pause as Mingi chooses his next words.
“You lost on purpose, didn’t you? Why?”
Yunho’s eyebrows raise at the sudden question. “Well,” he begins, glancing at the floor thoughtfully. “Why did you choose to let me fuck your thighs?”
Mingi blinks, brow furrowing in confusion. “Uh,” he pauses to think, rubbing the back of his neck. “I dunno, you said they were sexy? I thought you’d like to.”
“I liked it very much,” Yunho confirms with a warm smile.
Mingi narrows his eyes, the gears turning slowly in his sleepy brain. “So… you lost on purpose so that I could call the shots?”
“Yeah, basically. I mean, as much as I would love to make my little pillow princess work for me, I thought it would be fun to spoil you,” he explains with a bashful grin. When Mingi doesn’t smile or laugh, Yunho’s smile fades cautiously.
“Pillow princess?” Mingi repeats in question, looking slightly offended. Yunho blinks, then laughs awkwardly, trying to keep the mood light-hearted.
“Bro, come on, don’t look at me like that. You know you’re more, uh, submissive,” Yunho reasons. Mingi raises an eyebrow, looking no more convinced than before.
“Are you saying I don’t do anything for you?” He accuses.
“What? No, no, that’s not what I mean at all..!” Yunho defends, glancing around the room, searching for the right words. “I just mean that, uh, you like to be taken care of, and I like taking care of you. There’s nothing wrong with that, I like it,” he rambles, tone bordering on pleading.
Mingi searches his face warily, then softens a little. “You like it? It doesn’t bother you?”
“Not at all,” Yunho asserts, relief slowly washing over him. “I love spoiling you, that’s why I let myself lose the game. I wanted to do it.”
Considering his words, Mingi looks unsure, but his expression turns guilty. Yunho smiles apologetically and reaches out to him, urging the man onto the bed. The rapper sits next to him, letting himself be held as an arm wraps around his side, resting his head on Yunho’s shoulder.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he soothes, rubbing Mingi’s back in lazy circles.
“S’okay, I overreacted,” he mumbles timidly.
“I’m not just saying that, you know. I really do like taking care of you,” Yunho assures with an affectionate kiss to the top of Mingi’s head. “And it always pays off for me anyway. I mean, you’re super sexy when you’re all worked up. I haven’t come that hard in a while,” he chuckles.
Mingi nuzzles into Yunho’s shoulder, hiding his shy smile. “Okay, I believe you. I am pretty sexy,” he grins, making the other man scoff lightheartedly.
“Unfortunately, yes,” he teases. They sit quietly for a moment, enjoying the comfortable embrace, before Yunho speaks again quietly. “It’s late, we should get to bed.”
“Yeah,” Mingi mumbles reluctantly, then lifts his head to sit up. He pauses when Yunho’s arm around him doesn’t loosen, and curiously looks up at him. The taller man smiles, full of warmth and affection, then plants a soft kiss on his lips.
“Goodnight,” he says softly, then removing his arm from the man at his side, leaving him with an awestruck stare.
“Yeah, uh, goodnight,” Mingi says after clearing his throat, quickly standing to hide his blush. He flashes a shy smile at Yunho before shuffling out of the room.
After making it back to his own bed, Mingi sinks into the mattress, face shoved pitifully into his pillow with a sigh. His chest feels heavy, stomach hollow, a deep ache rattling through him. He can’t keep doing this.
“Sannie, can I talk to you for a sec?”
San perks up at the sudden question. After another long day of schedules, he’s cuddled in bed under a lumpy pile of blankets and plushies, idly scrolling on his phone, when Yunho enters their shared bedroom. He looks hesitant and strangely tense, out of character for the usually relaxed and cheerful guy; noticing this, San’s eyebrow quirks, sleepy expression skewing to concern.
“Uh, yeah, of course. You ok?”
Yunho closes the door behind him and goes to sit in his gamer chair with a sigh. Having just returned from the shower, his hair is still dripping, making his T-shirt slightly damp.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s nothing too serious,” he explains with smile that San can tell is forced. “It’s... About Mingi,” he says in a quieter tone, fiddling with his hands. Sensing his anxiety, San sits up on his side.
“Oh my god, don’t tell me— is he pregnant?”
San grins good-naturedly when Yunho laughs, a bit of the tension leaving his shoulders. “No, dummy,” he chuckles with an eye roll. “I mean, you know how we’re, uh—“
“Doin’ it?”
“…Yeah,” Yunho confirms with a shrug. “But he’s kind of been acting weird lately. Like, avoiding me I guess? It seems like he’s always in a hurry to leave, even when he’s the one who hits me up.”
“Do you want him to stay? Like cuddle after?” San asks in a more sincere tone.
“I mean, it’s nice... I thought he liked doing that,” he explains, avoiding eye contact. San pauses for a moment, staring at his friend as if searching for something.
“What exactly is your relationship?” He asks carefully.
“It’s the same as always,” Yunho asserts with a hint of defensiveness. “Just... With sex.”
San hums thoughtfully. “Is that how you feel? Do you want more than that?”
“I don’t know,” Yunho admits quietly. “I just don't want to lose what we have, I guess.”
“Oh my GOD,” a voice erupts from the blanket pile behind San, making Yunho jolt, and San’s expression fall to mild annoyance. Suddenly, a messy-haired Wooyoung springs up from under the pile. Yunho looks just slightly mortified.
“Wooyoungie—“ San warns.
“What?? He's clearly in love and too oblivious to see it!” Wooyoung complains, prompting San to hurriedly shush him and shove a pillow in his face.
“I’m sorry, Yunho,” San pouts with guilt. “I thought he was asleep.”
Wooyoung springs up again, sitting upright and facing Yunho. “It’s fine, right?? We’re all friends, and anyone could see this development from a mile away,” he defends, fixing his hair.
“Um, yeah, it’s cool…” Yunho mutters, heat rising to his cheeks as his brain catches up with Wooyoung’s accusation.
“Be honest with yourself, Yunnie. Do you like him?” Wooyoung questions.
Yunho hesitates for a moment, nibbling at his lip. “Yeah, I do,” he admits quietly.
“And you’d be happier if you were dating him?” Wooyoung probes, San glancing between them observantly. Yunho nods silently, his ears turning pink.
“But I don’t know if he feels the same way. If I tell him how I feel... It could mess up everything,” he sighs. San sits up and crosses his arms, a mildly frustrated pout on his face.
“He would be crazy to not wanna date you. You’re so handsome, and funny, and reliable, and... You’re basically the most boyfriend material guy I’ve ever met!” San asserts. Next to him, Wooyoung nods along as he speaks, then does a slightly incredulous double-take at that last comment.
“Thanks,” Yunho chuckles. “But it’s a little more complicated than that. You guys would know.”
The duo look at each other, puzzled. “Complicated? Not really. Sannie told me he loved me the first time we had sex,” Wooyoung declares bluntly, causing San to turn red and lightly shove his shoulder.
“Youngie—!” He whines cutely. Wooyoung just snickers and grabs his arm, hugging it to his chest in mock apology. Yunho watches them with an unsurprised look.
“Ah, right. Forgot who I’m talking to,” the tall man huffs with a laugh.
“Anyway,” Wooyoung begins, still smirking at his boyfriend before turning his attention back to Yunho, “If you don’t want to confess to him, make him confess to you.” Yunho raises an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Make him jealous,” he clarifies.
“Oh, that’s not a bad idea! If Mingi does like you back, there’s no way he would just sit back and watch you run off with someone else,” San nods, looking impressed. “He would be like, ‘Yah, I’m devoted to you, you know?’” He adds in a cartoonishly deep voice, making Wooyoung cackle. Yunho can’t prevent himself from snickering too; San soaks up the reaction with a proud smile.
“And if for any crazy reason he doesn’t like you back, you can move on to someone who does,” Wooyoung reasons. Yunho’s face falls slightly, but he nods.
“It’s not a bad idea, but I don’t want to hurt his feelings. It would almost feel like cheating if I went for someone else.”
“Did you guys ever establish any kind of boundaries or rules?” San asks.
“No,” Yunho shrugs. “We just kind of made out a few times and it naturally escalated. I don’t think we’ve ever really even had a proper conversation about it.” San hums, bringing his fist to his chin with a puzzled expression.
“I say go for it. If he gets upset, that’s just confirmation that he likes you,” Wooyoung asserts. “You can always beg for forgiveness.”
“And then have really good make-up sex!” San chirps. Wooyoung side-eyes him with a little smirk.
Yunho gnaws contemplatively at his bottom lip, then sighs. “It’s worth a shot, I guess.”