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Of course, Mingi was hung as shit. That was just Hongjoong’s luck.
It was really too bad, because Hongjoong actually really liked Mingi. They hadn’t been dating for very long, but they had been friends for a while now and it would suck to lose that just because Hongjoong was broken.
This was, of course, what Hongjoong had been dreading the whole night. And for the past few dates too. He’d been pleasantly surprised that Mingi hadn’t seemed to be in any rush to get him into bed, apparently enjoying the flirty back and forth between them just as much as Hongjoong had been.
Now, that just made the whole thing worse, because Hongjoong cared about Mingi now. He liked hanging out with him. He liked their little dates to the art museum and the arcade and the coffee shop to talk about music or fashion or the books they were reading. He’d never connected with any of his exes as much as he had with Mingi. They had so much in common, but at the same time had just enough differences to keep things interesting and to allow for some back-and-forth banter. Mingi was kind and smart and handsome and charming, basically everything Hongjoong could’ve ever wished for.
And he was hung as shit.
(Now, so was Hongjoong, but nobody ever seemed to care about that.)
It was what Hongjoong had been expecting, but he’d been hoping that maybe he wouldn’t be. Maybe that ridiculous body of his didn’t include a massive cock, too, but no such luck. And so there Hongjoong was, focused on keeping his face neutral as Mingi started pushing his terribly large cock inside him.
He aimed for neutral because he just didn’t have the acting skills to pretend it felt good. And really, he didn’t want Mingi to feel bad. It wasn’t his fault that there was something wrong with Hongjoong.
It always ended up like this for him.
This was why all his previous boyfriends had broken up with him.
One of them had even said it, explicitly.
It’s like you don’t even want to have sex with me.
It had hurt.
The truth usually did.
Hongjoong didn’t understand it, because it had taken him long enough to accept that he was gay, only for him then to not want to have sex with men? But it wasn’t like he wanted to have sex with women either.
He had considered that he might be asexual, reading forums long into the night and frantically googling things, but he still wasn’t sure because ultimately, he didn’t want to be. He wanted to be normal. He wanted to want sex.
He didn’t feel like he was asexual. It just didn’t quite fit.
He found men attractive, he found Mingi attractive. Mingi was handsome and beautiful and fucking hot and Hongjoong wanted him.
He wanted Mingi, he tried to remind himself as his eyes squeezed shut from the pain. On top of him, Mingi’s breathing was a hot staccato that hit Hongjoong’s face as he pushed inside, getting closer and closer. His hand was large and warm where it held on to one of Hongjoong’s thighs, supporting it as Hongjoong spread his legs to accommodate him.
God, was he not fully inside yet? How much of this was Hongjoong supposed to take?
“O—okay?” Mingi asked, voice going a little squeaky at the end. He’d either finally bottomed out, or he’d taken mercy on Hongjoong and stopped.
“Yeah, just—” Hongjoong forced himself to try and breathe normally, like the guide he found online had told him to.
Just focus on relaxing, stop being so tense.
“Just give me a sec, maybe?” Hongjoong tried to relax his face enough so that he could open his eyes again. It still hurt where Mingi was spearing him open, a burning stretch that Hongjoong couldn’t imagine ever turning pleasurable, not to mention the slimy feeling of the condom separating them.
Again, he regretted not just dropping to his knees once they’d gotten back to Mingi’s place after the movie and offering a blowjob. They’d probably be done by now and could’ve been happily cuddling on Mingi’s bed. Hongjoong had gotten very good at that in his past relationships, in a desperate bid to keep them going.
But some part of Hongjoong had been stupidly hopeful, despite all the dread and fear and worry.
Maybe this time it wouldn’t be so awful. Maybe this time it would be okay. Maybe he’d finally just get it.
Because Hongjoong really liked Mingi. Wasn’t that supposed to make the sex good? Or at least better?
“Just—you’re really big.” The words strained to get out of him, just as Hongjoong was straining to accommodate Mingi’s cock.
“Sorry,” Mingi mumbled, and Hongjoong finally looked at him.
He’d been so preoccupied with himself and trying not to cry from how much it hurt, that he hadn’t really paid attention to Mingi since they’d started.
But this was the other thing he’d been scared of.
That if he couldn’t perform well enough, then his partner would think that Hongjoong didn’t like him, or he’d think he was bad at sex or something, and none of that was true.
Hongjoong was just broken. It wasn’t Mingi’s fault.
Mingi was biting his lip and looking away, his hair falling down and hiding his face.
“It’s okay,” Hongjoong lied. “I’ll be okay, I just need a moment.”
Mingi looked up at him, heartbreaking hope in his eyes. “Do you want me to…” He trailed off, but his hand moved to Hongjoong’s soft cock, gently taking it in his hand.
“Uh…” Hongjoong panicked.
Because on one hand, he didn’t want to say no to something Mingi suggested because it would feel like a rejection. On the other hand, he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to get hard right now, let alone actually finish.
Deciding that offence was the best defence, Hongjoong wrapped his arms around Mingi’s neck. “Can you just kiss me?” Mingi’s expression went blank for a moment, but then he nodded and leaned down to bring their lips together. Hongjoong sighed, partly in relief and partly because this was something he actually enjoyed.
Kissing was nice. He liked kissing. Kissing turned him on, made his whole body tingle and throb and want. It was just the stuff that came after that he struggled with. But Mingi was good at kissing. His lips were soft and warm where they pressed against Hongjoong’s, and his hand cupped Hongjoong’s cheek, thumb cradling Hongjoong’s jaw until Hongjoong opened up beneath him. His tongue was hesitant as it pushed into Hongjoong’s mouth, but Hongjoong eagerly accepted it, coaxing Mingi by teasing his tongue against his. It was at least one thing they could do that Hongjoong didn’t have to feign enjoyment of.
It took his mind off the ache in his ass, too.
At least for a few moments, until Mingi shifted a little and Hongjoong was reminded of the silicone-wrapped cock in his ass again. He suppressed a wince, wiggling a little bit to see if he could find a more comfortable position. He really should have insisted on getting to be on his front for this. At least then he could just hide his face in the sheets and get it over with.
“Just—ah—just fuck me,” Hongjoong said when they broke apart, running his hands down the planes of Mingi’s back down to his hips, trying to encourage him to move.
Just get it over with.
“C’mon.” Hongjoong dug his fingers into Mingi’s ass cheeks and lifted his hips, hoping Mingi would just go for it.
How long could it take, anyway?
“Fuck,” Mingi breathed, his eyes searching Hongjoong’s. Why did he keep doing that? It made it so much harder to keep up the act. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Hongjoong said, barely holding back a pained groan. “Please.”
The movements of Mingi’s hips were a bit clumsy, the slide of his cock a painful, uneven jostle. But Hongjoong could take it. He could endure.
Not for the first time, Hongjoong wondered if people were just lying when they said they enjoyed sex. It seemed like such a humiliating activity in all regards, being all naked and vulnerable and having someone on top of you, rutting into you, while you just had to lie there and take it. And people enjoyed this? Worst case scenario it hurt for hours afterwards, best case scenario he just lay there trying not to get bored.
If Hongjoong wasn’t so fucking lonely all the time, he would’ve stopped trying to date.
He had stopped trying to date, really. He hadn’t touched any of the apps in months, and he’d stopped going out with the few friends he had. Dating had been pretty much the last of Hongjoong’s worries as he’d been sinking himself into his work as much as he could lately, lying to himself that he could get promoted to assistant editor at the magazine if he just worked hard enough.
Then Mingi had come barrelling into his life. Hongjoong had been at a café with a friend when Mingi had appeared. He and Hongjoong’s friend knew each other, so they had invited Mingi to join them, but Hongjoong and Mingi had ended up talking for hours, even after their other friend had left.
And Hongjoong had felt… hope.
He’d always had the thought in the back of his mind that maybe it was just because he’d been with the wrong people. Maybe if he met someone he really liked, then it would be different.
And he really liked Mingi.
“Is it—okay?” Mingi was slightly out of breath, and his voice was full of sweet concern.
“Yeah,” Hongjoong said automatically, before berating himself. “Feels so good,” he added, berating himself again, because he really wasn’t a good enough actor for this. “Don’t stop.” That, at least, was earnest. He really did not want to have to start this over again.
It wasn’t quite as painful anymore, as his body relaxed and got used to the intrusion, but it still didn’t feel good, or even a hint at good. Why was his body so wrong?
Mingi’s thrusts sped up as he buried his face in the crook of Hongjoong’s neck. Hongjoong tried to encourage his movements, staring at the ceiling as he focused on breathing through it and keeping his face neutral. When Mingi lifted his head to look at Hongjoong again, Hongjoong pulled him down for another kiss.
C’mon, c’mon, Hongjoong chanted in his head, trying to do whatever he could to get Mingi there faster, using his hands wherever he could reach.
At least the after was going to be nice, he told himself. Mingi was a sweet boy, he probably enjoyed the cuddles. Hongjoong could look forward to that.
“Fuck,” came a broken moan above him and Mingi’s thrusts became more uncoordinated, much to Hongjoong’s relief. The last push of Mingi’s cock inside Hongjoong knocked the breath out of him, and Hongjoong tried to turn it into something that could pass for a groan of pleasure.
Mingi rolled off him after a moment, breathing heavily, and Hongjoong pretended to sigh happily along with him and suppressed a groan of disgust as he felt the slick texture of the condom sliding out of him.
There was silence for a few long moments, and anxiety started growing in Hongjoong’s stomach. Had he not been convincing enough?
“Did you…?”
“Yep,” Hongjoong lied easily, turning on his side and hiding his face in Mingi’s shoulder. He let his hand rest on Mingi’s chest, watching it move up and down as Mingi’s breathing slowed down back to normal.
“Okay.” His voice sounded a little small, and Hongjoong’s stomach twisted.
Another relationship ruined because he couldn’t just have sex properly.
And he’d really liked Mingi.
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Hongjoong had still contacted Mingi again a few days later, asking him to go see a movie. Just in case things weren’t over like he feared. Despite it all, Hongjoong still really wanted to keep seeing Mingi.
To his surprise, Mingi said yes.
To his even greater surprise, they kept seeing each other after that. It was another week before they ended up at Hongjoong’s apartment together again, but until then Mingi hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to end things. He was still sweet and attentive and had an easy smile and the most contagious laugh Hongjoong had ever heard. And Hongjoong was determined to hold on to him for as long as he could.
It wasn’t even a chore to get on his knees and wrap his lips around Mingi’s cock, or to climb in his lap on the sofa after they’d spent half an hour making out and taking Mingi’s hard length into his hand, jerking him off as they breathed into each other’s mouths. Mingi seemed to get into it too, and Hongjoong felt the relief flood his body like heroin when Mingi just pulled Hongjoong’s jeans open and stroked him in time with Hongjoong’s movements.
Still, Hongjoong knew how this worked. He’d have to put out at some point again, if he wanted to keep Mingi interested.
They had gone to a club that night to see a DJ they both liked. It had been a great evening, as much as Hongjoong didn’t really enjoy clubbing per-say, he was surprised to find that he enjoyed himself when he went with Mingi, unlike when he’d tried going with his university friends. The only thing he hadn’t particularly liked about it was how popular Mingi was. All night women kept coming up to him and trying to dance with him or pull him away from Hongjoong. Mingi had politely tried to turn them down with one of his sweet smiles from under his baseball cap. Hongjoong could see how it only gave those girls hope and made them helplessly endeared by him.
Of course, Mingi was an angel, how could they not be. However, he was not theirs, and he was not available, and Hongjoong had to pull him away when a group of three girls had managed to rope Mingi into a conversation that he was too polite to get out of, while Hongjoong had gone away to get drinks.
He spent the rest of the night with his hand either in the back pocket of Mingi’s acid wash jeans or with his arm around Mingi’s waist, which made Mingi look at him with preciously wide eyes. He did have the sense to feel a little embarrassed about it, though, even as he pulled Mingi through the door and into Hongjoong’s apartment at the end of the night.
It was getting a bit dangerous, how much he liked Mingi. It was only going to end in hurt, after all. But Hongjoong had never felt this way about any of his exes before. He always wanted to touch Mingi, to run his hands over his body or even just hold his hand or guide him through a crowd with a touch on his back. He got hard in the shower thinking about Mingi, remembering how his mouth felt when he swallowed down Hongjoong’s cock, or the feeling of his tongue, tentative but eager in Hongjoong’s mouth, or the hard planes of his abdomen clenching as Hongjoong held him down and sucked him off.
Maybe Hongjoong had just needed this time to get used to being in a relationship again, and now he would actually enjoy the sex. Wasn’t sex supposed to be better when it was with someone he truly liked? It seemed that way already to Hongjoong, when they did everything else. He’d never enjoyed other acts of sex like that with anyone else, most of the guys he’d been with seeming to see it only as a precursor to the main event, much to Hongjoong’s displeasure.
He was almost able to convince himself that he wanted it, as he pushed Mingi down on the bed and straddled his hips, really testing the limits of what his leather trousers could take. He leaned down over Mingi, breath teasing over his lips until Mingi let out a whine, lifting his head so he could chase Hongjoong’s lips. Hongjoong chuckled before closing the distance and softly pressing his lips against Mingi’s. Mingi sighed into it, trying to deepen the kiss, tongue tentative on Hongjoong’s lower lip.
Now that he’d made the decision, Hongjoong knew what he was going to do. If he was like a man on his way to the gallows, at least he could make the walk there enjoyable.
And Mingi’s lips were so soft and warm beneath his, and Mingi’s hands ran down Hongjoong’s back before finding their way underneath Hongjoong’s shirt, pulling it free from where it was tucked into his trousers to touch bare skin. Hongjoong still took his time, nipping at Mingi’s lips with his teeth and grinding down against Mingi until he could feel Mingi growing hard beneath him.
“Ah, Hyung,” Mingi whined when Hongjoong sat back up to pull off his shirt and toss it to the side, the asymmetrical shoulder harness he’d been wearing making a soft thud as it landed on the floor. His body thrummed with arousal as he looked down on Mingi again.
Maybe he could do this. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe it would even be good, finally. Maybe he was fixed now. He wanted this.
There was only the smallest amount of doubt in the back of his mind.
Mingi’s every reaction, every sigh and whine, every slide of his fingers against Hongjoong’s skin fuelled something in Hongjoong that turned him on until he was just as hard as Mingi was. He had to bite his lip to keep them from twisting into an expression that he wasn’t sure he fully understood. After throwing his shirt away, Hongjoong leaned back down to kiss Mingi deeply, licking into his mouth teasingly before just as quickly breaking the kiss to whisper in Mingi’s ear, putting on his most alluring voice.
“Do you want to fuck me again?” He considered adding some kind of pet name on at the end to be even more enticing for Mingi, but he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to use, so he left it off.
Mingi’s hands had gone around Hongjoong’s waist when he'd leaned down again, pulling him closer, but now they stilled. “Um…”
Hongjoong pulled back, looking at Mingi. “You don’t want to?”
“Well… It’s just…” Mingi bit his lip and looked away, frowning. Then he met Hongjoong’s eyes again. “I don’t think you enjoyed it very much last time.”
Hongjoong froze, feeling like he’d suddenly been doused with freezing cold water.
He’d been found out.
But if Mingi knew, why hadn’t he just broken up with Hongjoong already?
“That’s not true,” Hongjoong said weakly. “I really—really liked it.”
“It’s okay,” Mingi said, sitting up as Hongjoong slid off him, sitting on the mattress next to Mingi. Hongjoong could barely breathe. “I know I’m not… I’m not very good at that stuff.”
“Oh…”
“I know I’m… It sounds so stupid to say it, but I think I hurt people.” He hesitated for a moment. His voice went so quiet that Hongjoong had to strain to discern his words. “With my dick. I don’t mean to but it just…” Mingi looked dejected, where was this coming from? “I’m so sorry for being like this.”
“No, that’s not it,” Hongjoong insisted. Then, when Mingi still wouldn’t meet his gaze, he went on, more forcefully. “That’s not it, I—I liked it, you didn’t—you didn’t hurt me or anything, I loved it, I’m sorry that I made you think otherwise.” The words felt like acid in his mouth, but it would be worth it if he could just fix this. Mingi seemed like he was going to get up off the bed, and Hongjoong grew desperate. He had to get Mingi to listen. He grabbed Mingi’s shoulder, pulling him so he was facing Hongjoong again, but as he did, Mingi lost his balance and fell back on the bed, which in turn made Hongjoong tumble down on top of him.
Hongjoong tried to catch his balance again, resting his weight partly on Mingi, who was looking up at him like a deer in headlights.
“Sorry.” The way Mingi was looking at him felt captivating in some way. Hongjoong didn’t think he’d ever been more drawn to anyone in his life. He ran his tongue along his bottom row of teeth as he took in the way Mingi’s lower lip was jutting out slightly, and the quickened rise of his chest. “Besides…” Hongjoong raised himself up slightly, settling his weight further where he was lying on top of Mingi, their legs tangled together. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, you’re not that much bigger than me.”
The way Mingi’s breath caught in his throat drew Hongjoong’s eyes instantly, watching the way his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. Mingi bit his lip, looking away furtively, like it was his turn to be overwhelmed by Hongjoong’s gaze. “Have you—” Mingi started, glancing up at Hongjoong, before seemingly faltering, his mouth snapping shut.
“What is it?” Hongjoong wanted to push. His heart was beating faster, and he could feel his dick getting interested again. He’d tried riding one of his exes before and it hadn’t been much different from any other position for him, especially since Hongjoong’s hips just couldn’t seem to move like that, but maybe he could try again, now. If Mingi looked at him like that. If he could coax those little “uh”’s and “ah”’s from him like he did when he sucked his cock. If he could make Mingi bite his lip so hard it started to swell and ache, and squeeze his eyes shut as he was overwhelmed by Hongjoong’s touch, then yeah, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He let one hand trail down Mingi’s body until he got to the hem of his dark t-shirt. He glanced up at Mingi again before pushing his hand underneath to touch the bare skin of Mingi’s stomach.
Mingi let out a little whine, the noise aborted as he lifted his fist to his mouth to muffle it. His legs fell open a little further, cradling Hongjoong between them.
“Tell me.” Hongjoong’s hand travelled back up Mingi’s torso, pushing the fabric of the t-shirt up his body. It bunched up beneath Mingi’s armpits. Then he paused, waiting for Mingi to meet his eyes.
“Hongjoong—please,” Mingi sighed, his eyes still squeezed shut.
Hongjoong had been following some strange impulse as he pushed Mingi. The same impulse made him take Mingi’s nipple between two fingers and squeeze, so hard that it scared him even as it exhilarated him. Mingi bucked beneath him, letting out another rough whine.
Then his eyes fluttered open, glossy and half-lidded as they met Hongjoong’s. “Fuck me.”
The words came out in a half-whisper, and Hongjoong froze as he processed them. He watched as Mingi seemed to realise it himself, eyes growing focused again as he blushed. “What?” Hongjoong’s voice was faint, and his heart was beating so hard that he could feel it pulsing in his throat.
“Have you ever done that before, Hyung?” Mingi asked, his voice still quiet, but determined.
Hongjoong sat back, staring down at Mingi. It felt like Mingi was asking him something forbidden, something that he’d never been allowed to contemplate before.
It had just always been the expectation that he would be the bottom with everyone he’d ever been with, and Hongjoong understood why. He was small and slight and cute, rather than tall and built and handsome, like Mingi. It was just how things were, and nobody had ever asked him for anything else before.
And Hongjoong had always just gone with it. His first time had been with an older guy from college when Hongjoong had let boys he’d mistakenly considered his friends drag him to a party they were definitely too young to be at and then abandoned him. He’d locked eyes with a handsome guy across the room, and Hongjoong had only kissed one boy before and that had ended in disaster with him having to leave school when a teacher had caught them, so Hongjoong had felt equal parts terrified and desperate when the guy had come over and sat down next to him.
He’d been so sweet and kind at first that it had felt natural to follow him up the stairs to one of the empty rooms there. Hongjoong had even been cautiously excited about it.
At least at first.
That was the first time Hongjoong had doubted that he was actually gay, after having accepted it years earlier, and for all that he was glad that he’d gotten his first time over with, and despite the vindictive pride he’d taken in being the only one out of his friends to hook up at the party, even if he couldn’t really brag about it afterwards, it had taken him some years to work up the courage to sleep with someone again.
The guy had never called him like he’d promised, and Hongjoong had felt relieved.
Every guy he’d been with after that had been equally clear about the role they expected Hongjoong to take on, both in their relationship and in the bedroom. Hongjoong hadn’t ever had cause to doubt them, when they always seemed so certain about it.
“No,” Hongjoong said. His voice was low and raspy, and he cleared his throat before trying again. “No. I’ve never—never—nobody—I mean—”
“Do you want to?” Mingi asked, taking mercy on Hongjoong as he floundered.
Hongjoong’s brain still couldn’t catch up with what was happening. Mingi was looking up at him with something like cautious hope in his eyes, a look that somehow perfectly embodied the word ‘please’ without him saying the anything. It made some feeling swell up in Hongjoong’s chest and into his throat until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Mingi’s thighs squeezed around Hongjoong’s hips for a moment and somehow that only made the feeling worse.
It felt like… Greed.
Was that what he was feeling?
He couldn’t tell, couldn’t figure out what the jumbled-up feelings inside him meant.
He didn’t know what he wanted.
“It’s okay, forget I said anything,” Mingi said, breaking their eye-contact and somehow making himself small beneath Hongjoong.
And that just added yet another feeling that Hongjoong couldn’t identify into the swirl of emotions inside him. It was like something in his mind recoiled from even allowing himself to picture it. It wasn’t supposed to be an option so he shouldn’t even think about it. Even though he knew, he knew that logically it was.
There was no law or rule that meant that Hongjoong couldn’t just fuck Mingi. There was nothing that stopped him from—from settling between Mingi’s thighs and spreading them apart before pushing his cock inside Mingi’s welcoming heat.
Hongjoong swallowed.
“Is that okay?” Hongjoong’s voice came out in a whisper and even still he almost flinched at even just entertaining the thought.
Mingi nodded. Mingi nodded so hard the whole bed shook.
“Have you—before?” Hongjoong swallowed again. His eyes were focused on the lines in the bedsheet besides Mingi’s head. Small threads weaving together tightly to make it orderly and even, running all the way down the length of it endlessly, as he waited for Mingi’s answer.
“Um…” The click of Mingi’s throat as he swallowed was almost deafening. “No. But I—I think—I want to.”
“You do?” The words caught Hongjoong’s attention and he found himself able to look at Mingi again as he probed. “Have you… thought about that before?” Again, he felt greed as he watched Mingi’s reaction to his words. The way his breath caught slightly in his chest. The way he blushed faintly and bit his lip as his eyes darted to the side before meeting Hongjoong’s again.
The expression that blossomed on his face as he said, “Yeah. A few times, maybe,” and then looked up at Hongjoong from under lowered lashes. His tongue came out to wet his lower lip, making it glisten, pink and plump and inviting. Hongjoong reached his hand up so he could run his thumb over it, and something in his stomach did a flip when Mingi’s eyes fluttered closed and his mouth fell open at Hongjoong’s touch.
“Oh,” Hongjoong breathed out in wonder, as Mingi’s lips closed around his thumb.
But that wasn’t what he wanted.
He leaned into the strange feeling inside him, the little pull he felt in the pit of his stomach, and he used his thumb to tug Mingi’s mouth open, pushing his thumb further in and pressing down on Mingi’s wet tongue.
Just to see if he could.
Just to see if Mingi would let him.
And Mingi did.
He did whatever Hongjoong wanted him to do, pliant and easy beneath him. Hongjoong’s heart was beating so loudly that he could feel it in his throat, in his chest, in his dick that was straining hard against his thick leather trousers.
“Please,” Mingi sighed when Hongjoong pulled his finger back. His eyelids looked heavy and his pupils were blown wide and Hongjoong could feel how hard he was, his cock thick and heavy even through his jeans and pressing against Hongjoong’s stomach where he lay half on top of Mingi.
“Okay.”
Mingi blinked, and the corners of his lips started tugging into a smile. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Hongjoong felt like he was having an out of body experience as he sat back on his knees. “Take your shirt off.”
He had to suppress a smile at how adorably enthusiastic Mingi was at the command, pulling his tight t-shirt off almost before Hongjoong had finished the sentence. Hongjoong felt like a predator who had smelled blood.
“When you thought about it before… Was that with me, or someone else?” He almost regretted asking it, wondering if he was going too far, if it would scare Mingi off if he pushed like this. If Mingi would snap out of whatever madness had possessed him to bring it up in the first place.
“Both,” Mingi answered, easy. “I… I’ve asked some guys before, but they didn’t want to.” Mingi paused, lying back down on the bed. “I guess they just assumed that I would always be the one to fuck them. Because I’m—you know, bigger.”
“Yeah. I know,” Hongjoong said, because he did. Except Mingi had clearly considered it more than Hongjoong had. Hongjoong had just accepted it as the way things were all this time. “And when you thought about it with me… What did you imagine?”
Mingi blushed sweetly again, and Hongjoong leaned down, holding himself up over Mingi with his hands on either side of his head on the bed. “Just—just wondered what it would feel like. Whether you’d ever want to. What it would be like to—to have you inside. Your fingers, your cock, anything. Doing whatever you wanted to do to me.”
Hongjoong licked his lips. “Whatever I want?”
“Yeah,” Mingi nodded. “I wanna… I wanna be good for you, Hyung.”
It hit Hongjoong like a lightning bolt, hearing Mingi say that. He realised that even if he wasn’t intrigued by the concept himself, he would want to try it just because he wanted to take care of Mingi and give him what he wanted. He felt a rush of some emotion, and Hongjoong leaned down to bring their lips together again, hoping that Mingi would understand. Mingi lifted his hands to tangle his fingers in Hongjoong’s hair, encouraging him as he opened up easily beneath him.
“Please, I’ll be so good,” Mingi moaned when they broke apart again. He rolled his hips, grinding his cock up against Hongjoong’s stomach.
It made arousal curl in Hongjoong’s stomach even deeper. How hard Mingi was just at the idea that Hongjoong would fuck him. His large cock so stiff and heavy without the expectation of fucking, just being fucked. Hongjoong ran one hand down Mingi’s torso until he got to the front of Mingi’s jeans, where he squeezed the bulge there.
“Hyung…”
He sounded so wrecked already. Hongjoong’s dick throbbed. He was unfastening Mingi’s belt and pulling at his jeans before he even knew it. Before he could worry about the logistics of it, of whether he’d know what he was doing, whether he’d be bad at it or if he’d hurt Mingi just as bad as every guy had ever hurt Hongjoong when they’d fucked him. Mingi lifted his hips so that Hongjoong could pull his jeans and underwear off, leaving him completely bare for Hongjoong.
For his consumption. To take. To use.
His.
He could do whatever he wanted and Mingi would just let him. The power of it made him almost dizzy. “Stay there,” he instructed, as he got up off the bed. He’d been planning on getting up just to take his own trousers off and finding the lube and condoms, but every time he gave Mingi a command and he obeyed, it just made Hongjoong want to push him more. To see how far he could go.
So he bent down and picked up both of their shirts off the floor, folding them and placing them on a chair, before doing the same with Mingi’s trousers. The whine Mingi let out startled Hongjoong, but he pretended it didn’t as he finished putting the trousers away, also ignoring the way it made his body throb with heat. Then he turned to Mingi again. Mingi’s eyes were fixed on Hongjoong as Hongjoong started loosening his belt, pulling it slowly out of the loops and placing it on the chair. He unbuttoned the first button on his black leather trousers and revelled in keeping Mingi so transfixed as he slowly revealed more of himself.
And he turned away again to fold his trousers after they were off and put them with the rest of their clothes.
“Hongjoong,” Mingi whined. Hongjoong strolled over to his nightstand, picking up the lube and condoms and dropping them on the bed next to Mingi, before getting on the bed himself, crawling on top of Mingi.
Now that he was here, Hongjoong felt doubt creeping in again. “Are you really sure?” Hongjoong couldn’t stomach the thought that he might end up hurting Mingi the way he’d been hurt so many times before.
In lieu of an answer, Mingi pulled Hongjoong down on top of him, wrapping his legs around Hongjoong’s waist. He surged upwards to claim Hongjoong’s lips, and once he got over his surprise, Hongjoong kissed him back just as enthusiastically, taking control of the kiss as he bit down on Mingi’s lower lip until Mingi let out a breathy whine. Hongjoong held on for just another moment before letting go of Mingi’s lip and running his tongue over it to soothe the pain. Mingi’s tongue gently brushed against Hongjoong’s as he did, the questioning in it sending sparks of arousal down Hongjoong’s spine. He responded with a lick of his own, feeling Mingi shudder as he did. His hips rutted up against Hongjoong, the head of his cock wet and spreading precome over Hongjoong’s stomach in a messy trail. Hongjoong shifted his hips with some difficulty with Mingi’s thighs so tight around him, but then his own cock was free and sliding against Mingi’s, over the soft expanse of Mingi’s stomach, wet and hot and easy. Mingi let out another soft moan, breaking the kiss and whispering, “Please…”
And god, when he looked at Hongjoong like that, Hongjoong wanted to give him whatever he wanted. “Okay,” Hongjoong said, his voice coming out strangled. “It’s—it’s easier if you lie on your stomach. Doesn’t hurt as much.”
“I’m not scared,” Mingi pouted, and then went silent for a moment. “I want to see you.”
“I know you’re not scared,” Hongjoong said, tapping Mingi’s nose with his thumb before cupping his cheek. “I just don’t want to hurt you, baby.” Mingi’s grip around Hongjoong’s waist slackened slightly. “Can we start on your stomach and go from there?” He pressed a kiss to the corner of Mingi’s lips, where a slight, pouty frown had formed.
“Okay.” Mingi’s thighs fully let go of Hongjoong, and Hongjoong mourned the loss for a moment where he imagined what it would feel like to have Mingi’s trembling thighs clutching at him as he pressed his cock deep inside him. Mingi shuffled over onto his front, and Hongjoong was faced with the delicious expanse of skin on Mingi’s back. He watched the muscles of his back and shoulders rippling as Mingi settled and then gave into the temptation to lower himself down on top of Mingi and explore soft skin with his mouth.
Mingi’s skin was pale and littered with moles that Hongjoong wanted to map with his tongue until he knew the constellation of them by heart. The soft whimpers and moans that Mingi let out felt like a reward. Mingi arched his back and lifted his ass up against Hongjoong until Hongjoong’s dick settled in the crease between his cheeks. Again, Hongjoong felt the urge to bury himself deep inside Mingi’s body and see what kind of sounds he could coax from him with his cock.
Hongjoong made his way down Mingi’s back with soft kisses and swipes of his tongue until he reached Mingi’s ass and for a wild moment, Hongjoong wanted to keep going. He’d never really been interested in rimming before. It just seemed like a lot of mess and bother for something that wasn’t even worth it.
Looking at Mingi’s ass, though… Hongjoong maybe understood the appeal of it for the first time. The desire to bury his face between the supple cheeks and use his tongue to take Mingi apart.
It was intriguing in concept, but in Hongjoong’s experience it had never worked out that way. Hongjoong had never enjoyed being eaten out. A few guys had done it to him and Hongjoong had mostly felt awkward and exposed and guilty. Like he was being so selfish to make his boyfriend do such a chore to him and he couldn’t even be grateful or appreciative of it.
Before he knew it, he had one hand on each of Mingi’s cheeks and was gripping tight enough to turn the skin white. He wanted to pull them apart and reveal Mingi’s hole where it waited for him. He wanted it so badly that it scared him. That unfamiliar heat in the deepest recesses of his stomach, burning so intensely that he could hardly breathe.
“Hongjoong,” Mingi whined, turning his head to look back at him. Hongjoong realised he was probably hurting Mingi with how hard his fingers were digging into the muscles of his ass.
“Sorry.”
“No, I like it,” Mingi said, a faint blush visible on his face. He pushed further up into Hongjoong’s grip. “Just… More, please.”
“Yeah…” Hongjoong let go of Mingi’s ass, hands trembling slightly as he reached for the lube. It took him two tries to open the lid of the plastic bottle, and clear liquid spilled from the top from him squeezing the bottle too hard.
In the past decade or so since Hongjoong had been sexually active, he had done some research. Mostly he’d been trying to figure out what he was doing wrong that made it all suck so badly, but he’d read quite a lot on what was supposed to make sex feel good. What movements to use, which spots to hit, what places were sensitive and full of nerves made to give pleasure to the body.
None of it had ever worked for him, of course, but maybe…
“I’m going to start with my fingers, okay?”
Mingi nodded. He had folded his arms underneath himself and was resting his chin on his forearm, lifting his head every so often to gaze back at Hongjoong with heavy-lidded eyes. Hongjoong realised he was breathing so fast that he was starting to feel lightheaded, and he paused, swallowing hard. There was a light touch on his bare thigh that made Hongjoong look up. “It’s okay,” Mingi said, looking at him with eyes wide and open with trust and… something else. Something large and unspeakable that made Hongjoong feel like he was going to choke.
He swallowed again, finally breathing normally again. “Yeah.”
Mingi smiled softly.
“Yeah,” Hongjoong said again, before refocusing on his current objective.
Mingi’s ass.
Finally, Hongjoong pulled Mingi’s cheeks apart, and his breath caught in his throat. “Pretty…”
“What?”
“Pretty,” Hongjoong said again, still fascinated by the little pucker nestled between Mingi’s cheeks. Mingi giggled, making the bed shake.
“Stop being ridiculous.”
“I’m not!” Hongjoong protested. He lifted one lubed finger and held it to Mingi’s hole, resting there gently without putting any pressure. “Tell me if you want to stop. Tell me if it hurts, tell me if—”
“I will! I promise I will. I won’t lie or pretend.”
Their eyes met. “Okay.”
Hongjoong put a little more pressure on his finger where the flat of it was pressed against Mingi’s hole. Every single article he’d ever read about prep and fingering and anal sex ran through his head.
‘Too much lube is better than too little!’
‘Start gradually with gentle penetration using fingers or small toys.’
‘Don’t forget that the perineum can be very pleasurable to stimulate as well.’
“Oh,” came a soft sigh from beneath Hongjoong, bringing him back to the present moment. Hongjoong rubbed a little harder with his finger, the lube making the slide slippery as his finger ran over the outside of Mingi’s hole, and Hongjoong watched in fascination as the little muscle moved in response to Hongjoong’s touch. Mingi’s entire body was moving, arching up into Hongjoong’s touch.
“Good?”
“Yeeah,” Mingi exhaled. “Feels weird but—good, so good.”
Hongjoong tried not to let it go to his head; they were just getting started after all. There was still every chance Mingi would hate it as soon as anything went inside. But for now, everything seemed to be going well, and Hongjoong kept going, rubbing gentle circles on the outside of Mingi’s rim, then switching to up and down movements over it until Mingi was so relaxed that Hongjoong’s finger started catching on the rim, pulling it slightly open. It looked so small and tight, how had anyone ever thought to put a cock in there in the first place? And how had the other person agreed to it?
“Please.”
Hongjoong pressed a little harder against Mingi’s rim.
“Please.”
His finger slipped inside easily, swallowed up inside Mingi’s hole like it was nothing.
But it wasn’t nothing, Mingi felt hot and tight as he clutched at Hongjoong’s finger, practically pulling him in deeper as Mingi groaned.
“Oh…” This time it was Hongjoong, mouth falling open slightly as he watched his finger disappear inside Mingi. He could feel his cock throbbing at the prospect of following suit.
Mingi groaned, and he was clutching at the sheets beneath him.
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” Mingi said, turning his head to look back at Hongjoong. “More, I can—more—”
“Easy now,” Hongjoong said, feeling some kind of perverse pleasure at denying Mingi. He was also terrified of hurting him, still. He started moving his finger, pushing in and out and trying to find what, if anything, felt good for Mingi.
“Oh, there, Hongjoong, please,” Mingi babbled as Hongjoong brushed against something that had to be Mingi’s prostate.
Being on the other end of it, Hongjoong couldn’t help feeling a little confused. It had never felt like that for him. He’d never found any spot or position or move that made it feel good for him.
“Yeah?” he asked, letting his finger press against the same spot again.
“Yeah, please, please,” Mingi moaned, squirming beneath him on the bed.
“Okay,” Hongjoong said, pulling his finger out. As Mingi started whining, Hongjoong pushed back in with two fingers. He could feel the way Mingi’s rim had to stretch to accommodate them, and he still wasn’t sure he would be able to get his dick inside Mingi tonight – if ever. How could he ever fit?
But this could be enough. If it really did feel that good for Mingi – and he had promised not to lie – then even just getting him off with his fingers was enough for Hongjoong. It was enough to make his dick harder than he could ever remember being before.
Mingi’s hole was clutching Hongjoong’s two fingers almost painfully, and Mingi whined again as Hongjoong pulled out to add more lube. “You have to relax, angel.”
“’M relaxed,” Mingi said, his voice muffled into the bedding. “Feels good, feels so good.”
“Good, then stay relaxed,” Hongjoong said, patting Mingi’s lower back with his free hand. “There’s no rush, baby, I’ll take care of you.” He pressed his fingers even deeper, and Mingi choked on his breath before he could answer.
With two fingers it was easier to try and stretch Mingi out, pushing his fingers apart and seeing how Mingi responded. Hongjoong caught himself getting too absorbed in it and forgetting to worry about hurting Mingi, but Mingi never complained. In fact, he was arching his back and pushing up into Hongjoong’s fingers, his moans growing more and more loud as Hongjoong went along.
“More, I can take more,” Mingi panted.
“I—”
“Hyung…”
“Okay.”
Hongjoong’s fingers slipped on the bottle as he poured more into his palm, coating three fingers before pushing them in. Mingi’s rim had relaxed as Hongjoong worked him, and it was surprisingly easy for Hongjoong’s fingers to slip inside him. Hongjoong could hardly believe it. Just like he couldn’t believe how much Mingi seemed to be enjoying it.
It wasn’t like Hongjoong felt jealous that it had never been this good for him. He felt vindicated if anything, knowing that he’d been right all along and there was something wrong with him. He wasn’t made to lie there and just take it as someone fucked into him.
But Mingi… Mingi seemed to be made for this. For Hongjoong’s fingers to wring pleasure from his body. For Hongjoong to spread him out and push inside him.
God, Hongjoong wanted to fuck him so badly. Was this the solution? Was this how it should have been all along? Was that the only mistake Hongjoong had made, going along with the assumption that he should be on the receiving end all the time? When he could’ve been doing this?
Or was it just with Mingi?
“Oh, please, please,” Mingi moaned, his ass squeezing down on Hongjoong’s three fingers. “More, faster, please!” Mingi’s back was tense as he braced himself against the bed, thighs trembling as clenched and unclenched around the fingers in his ass. Was he going to come, just from Hongjoong’s fingers?
Hongjoong leaned down over Mingi, moving his hand quicker even though his wrist was already getting tired. He bent far enough so he could whisper in Mingi’s ear. “Are you close, baby?” Mingi shuddered at Hongjoong’s words, his eyes squeezing shut as he nodded. Hongjoong bit his lip as he felt the corners tugging into a grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Mingi whined. “Don’t stop.”
Sitting back up, Hongjoong refocused his efforts, rubbing his fingers against Mingi’s prostate as he fucked in and out of him. He wished he could wrap his other hand around Mingi’s cock, but Mingi was lying fully on his front and Hongjoong was enamoured with how Mingi’s hips were thrusting down against the bed before moving up to meet Hongjoong’s fingers on every downstroke.
“F—fuck,” Mingi moaned, his hips stuttering.
“Yeah, c’mon,” Hongjoong encouraged him, fucking harder and harder into him with his hand until he felt Mingi’s ass clenching down harder on him than he had before, gripping his fingers like a vice as Mingi moaned through his orgasm. Hongjoong tried to fuck him through it as much as he could, whispering softly into the skin of Mingi’s back as he started to relax again, twitching slightly beneath him still.
“Oh my god,” Mingi said after a few minutes, when his breathing had mostly gotten back to normal. Hongjoong had pulled his fingers out when he could and laid down on the bed next to Mingi. Mingi turned his head to face Hongjoong. He looked fucked out, his pupils blown wide in unfocused eyes and his face flushed. His hair was a mess too, but he looked satisfied. Satiated. Hongjoong smiled.
“Safe to say you enjoyed that, then?”
“Fuck, Hongjoong,” Mingi said, a slight smile on his lips. “How are you so good at that?”
“Guess I’m just a natural,” Hongjoong said with a smirk. He really had no idea, and thought the answer was rather that Mingi was perfect, instead of anything that Hongjoong had done himself.
“Fuck me,” Mingi exhaled in wonder, his eyes fluttering closed.
“I think that can wait until some other time,” Hongjoong suggested lightly, even though Mingi’s words had been more of an exclamation than a request. He really was content to stop there, seeing the bliss on Mingi’s face, the slight sheen of sweat and the blush that had reached his chest.
“What?” Mingi lifted his head slightly from the pillow, and looked at Hongjoong with an adorable, confused pout. “Aren’t you going to fuck me now?”
“I think we’ve done enough for tonight,” Hongjoong offered.
“Really?” Mingi asked, eyes narrowing. Then his hand reached down and grabbed a hold of Hongjoong’s dick, which, yes, was still hard as a rock. “Are you sure about that?” Hongjoong’s breath caught at the feel of Mingi’s large hand enveloping his cock in his warm grip, stroking slightly.
“I—I don’t need—”
“Hongjoong,” Mingi complained. “How many times do I have to beg you to just fuck me?”
Before Hongjoong could answer, Mingi had turned over on the bed and pushed himself upright until he could swing one leg over Hongjoong’s waist and settle on top of him.
“I guess I have to do everything myself.” Then Mingi reached behind himself and adjusted his position until he could rub his ass against Hongjoong’s cock. Hongjoong’s cock fit perfectly cradled between the plump cheeks of Mingi’s ass. Mingi held him there as he moved his hips, making Hongjoong’s cock slide between them in the leftover lube from earlier.
“Wait—”
“You don’t want to?” He paused.
“No, that’s not it—”
“Do you want to?” Mingi asked. Demanded, really. He started rocking his hips again as he waited for an answer.
“Fuck, Mingi…” Hongjoong’s hands went to Mingi’s waist, fingers digging into his flesh as he tried to hold himself back from rolling his hips up in search of more of that friction.
“It’s okay to say you want to fuck me.”
“I…” Hongjoong couldn’t look away. This was nothing like when guys had been on top of him before during sex. He’d felt like he was trapped, having to endure whatever they wanted to do to him just so he could get to the things he actually wanted from them. Letting them fuck him so that Hongjoong could pretend to experience human connection and a loving relationship. There was none of that here. Not in the way Mingi’s thighs were tight around Hongjoong’s hips, or in the way Hongjoong’s cock was nestled in-between the cheeks of Mingi’s ass, catching on his rim as Mingi rolled his hips.
Mingi was demanding but not expecting. He was demanding an answer. He was demanding that Hongjoong faced his own wants. He was not expecting Hongjoong to do whatever Mingi wanted, without having any say.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Mingi’s face split into a large smile.
“Yeah,” Hongjoong said again. “I wanna fuck you.” Hongjoong swallowed. His throat felt dry, and his hands gripped Mingi’s thighs for support. “I want to, I really want to.”
“Can I?” Mingi asked, raising himself up and lining Hongjoong’s cock up against his hole. Hongjoong could feel it at the head of his dick, just waiting to relax and let him in. Waiting for Hongjoong’s cock to split him open.
“Fuck,” Hongjoong cursed. Mingi sank down a little bit and his rim opened slightly around Hongjoong’s cock. “We need more lube, don’t—slow down. Where are the condoms, I—” He threw his hand out to the side and blindly searched for the bottle and condoms.
“We don’t need a condom,” Mingi pouted.
“But—”
“I wanna feel you. Please, Hyung…” Mingi rolled his hips, making Hongjoong’s cock slide against his ass again.
Hongjoong squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force himself to focus on something other than Mingi’s begging eyes. He was supposed to be sensible. “The lube, at least.”
Mingi let go of Hongjoong’s cock and leaned forward so he could help him search for it in the mess of blankets and pillows around them. He loomed over Hongjoong, beautifully enthusiastic now that Hongjoong had given in, and Hongjoong surged upwards to capture his lips in a kiss. Mingi instantly melted into it, lube forgotten.
Hongjoong saw it as an opportunity, as Mingi’s hands cradled Hongjoong’s face, deepening the kiss, Hongjoong’s hand closed around the bottle of lube. It spilled all over the bed, but Hongjoong didn’t care, reaching down to haphazardly coat as much as he could reach of his cock with it. Then he used his hand to aim the head of his cock at Mingi’s hole again.
“Sit,” he whispered as he pulled back from the kiss. Mingi’s panting breaths hit Hongjoong’s face, their lips only separated by a few centimetres. His eyelids were heavy, but as Hongjoong’s words registered, they flew open. Then they rolled back in his head as he bore down on Hongjoong’s cock, slowly sinking down and enveloping Hongjoong. Hongjoong bit his lip so hard that he thought it would bruise, trying to keep himself from letting out a groan as he drowned in pleasure.
He hadn’t dared dream that sex could feel like this. That he could feel good and happy and connected with the person he was having sex with. That two people could both enjoy what they were doing together. Like they were creating something new and beautiful in concert with each other.
“Good boy,” Hongjoong murmured as Mingi’s ass was flush against Hongjoong’s hips. Mingi giggled, and Hongjoong could feel it where they were connected, and he couldn’t help laughing too.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” Mingi said. “Better than your fingers, better than I ever imagined.” He wiggled his hips slightly and groaned, before lifting himself up and then down again. “You’re so deep, fuck.”
“Yeah,” Hongjoong said, watching every emotion, every sensation playing across Mingi’s face. His hands had come to rest loosely on Mingi’s waist, but he let one of them trail down to where Mingi’s cock was bouncing between them, already hard again. He wrapped his fist around it so that Mingi could fuck into it as he fucked himself down on Hongjoong’s cock.
“Hyung, Hyung,” Mingi chanted, moving his hips faster and faster, ass clenching down on Hongjoong’s cock so beautifully that Hongjoong practically saw stars. Somehow Mingi could move his hips in a way that Hongjoong had never managed when he’d tried this. He’d always felt stiff and awkward, like he couldn’t figure out the right angle or the right way to leverage his weight as he moved. “You’re so big—feels so—so good—ah!”
Mingi moved like he was born for it. Hongjoong’s hand on his waist gripped him tighter, fighting the urge to plant his feet down and fuck up into him. Not because Mingi wasn’t doing a good enough job, but because Hongjoong still craved it, even as Mingi was moving perfectly above him. Hongjoong wanted to hold him down and settle between his thighs and fuck him.
Before he knew it, Mingi was clenching around him again, and his cock was spilling between them all over Hongjoong’s stomach. Mingi slumped down, holding himself up over Hongjoong with one hand on the bed, fully seated on Hongjoong’s cock still.
“God,” Mingi panted. “I didn’t even—”
He didn’t know where the strength came from, but Hongjoong lifted himself up to flip Mingi over onto his back, not even bothering to try to avoid the wet spots from lube and come that were everywhere on the bed, too focused on sliding his cock back inside Mingi’s wet heat again.
Mingi didn’t even protest, didn’t complain, obligingly wrapping his thighs around Hongjoong’s waist again, pulling him close. Mingi looked angelic beneath him, his hair fanning out around his head like a halo, lips red and swollen, a blush high on his cheeks and his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at Hongjoong. His hands reached out for Hongjoong, and Hongjoong leaned down to meet him in another kiss, their lips sliding messily against each other as Hongjoong lined himself up to slide back into Mingi, making them both groan into the kiss, breathing into each other’s mouths.
At first, Hongjoong kept his thrusts slow and shallow, resting his weight on Mingi’s body as he rolled his hips, sliding his cock in and out of Mingi. Mingi’s arms wrapped around Hongjoong’s middle, almost cradling him to his chest.
“You can – ah – you can go harder, if you want, Hyung.” His big brown eyes met Hongjoong’s. “I can take it.” His hand ran through Hongjoong’s hair gently.
Hongjoong blinked slowly as he searched Mingi’s face. Mingi nodded again, in response to Hongjoong’s unspoken question. Experimentally, Hongjoong pulled almost all the way out, before thrusting back in with more force. Mingi’s mouth fell open on a groan.
“Yeah,” he panted. “More, you can fuck me as hard as you want, Hyung, I can take it.” He paused, looking away from Hongjoong. “I like it.” He bit his lip, before furtively finding Hongjoong’s eyes again. “I like it,” he repeated, more confidently.
“Fuck, Mingi,” Hongjoong said, before he lifted himself up so he could use his full strength as he thrust back in.
“Yeah, like that,” Mingi sighed, eyes falling closed. As Hongjoong fucked him, Mingi let out sweet little sighs and needy little whines, like he hadn’t come twice already. His cock even started getting hard again.
He liked it.
He liked having Hongjoong fuck him. It felt good for Mingi, it turned him on to have Hongjoong’s cock inside him. This was what Hongjoong had been missing all this time. This was what he could’ve been doing?
Or was it just because it was Mingi beneath him? Mingi’s thighs trembling as they clutched at him, Mingi’s fingers digging into Hongjoong’s biceps, Mingi’s eyes looking at him like he was some kind of saviour. Mingi’s mouth dropping open in a forced exhale as Hongjoong gave a particularly sharp thrust. Mingi’s ass fitting perfectly for Hongjoong’s cock, all delicious pressure and scorching heat that Hongjoong never wanted to leave.
Hongjoong groaned. “Mingi, Mingi, I’m gonna—”
“C’mon, yeah,” Mingi said his hands coming down to grab Hongjoong’s ass as his thrusts became more erratic. “C’mon, Hongjoong, want – ah – want your come, fill me up please, want you, want you, want you…”
His entire body shuddered as he tumbled headfirst into bliss, and he clutched at Mingi wherever he could reach him as his body was wrecked with pleasure. He felt Mingi clamping down on his cock too, almost so tightly it hurt. Tightly enough to be perfection. Tightly enough to milk Hongjoong’s cock until he felt empty, wrung out and lost in rapture. He didn’t even realise his arms had given out on him until he felt Mingi’s hands soothing down his back, still cradled safely between his legs.
Hongjoong had to use all his energy to lift his head enough to look up at Mingi. “’M sorry,” he mumbled. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” Mingi smiled. “You didn’t hurt me. I came like three times, how can you even ask that.”
Hongjoong couldn’t hold his head up anymore, so he dropped it back down to rest on Mingi’s chest. “Sorry,” he said again, muffled into Mingi’s skin.
“Stop apologizing.” There was quiet for a few moments, Hongjoong’s head lifting and falling as Mingi’s chest expanded and contracted with every breath. Hongjoong’s own breathing was slowing down too, though his heart was still racing in his chest. Mingi cleared his throat. “What about you? Was it… Okay? For you?”
“Mingi…” Hongjoong lifted his head up again and pushed himself slightly off Mingi’s chest so he could look him in the eyes. “Mingi, you’re perfect. That was… I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
“Me neither,” Mingi said quickly. “I’ve never had sex that good with anyone else before.”
It was cute, and earnest, and Hongjoong huffed out a little laugh even as his chest swelled with fondness for the large man beneath him. “Good.” He could feel himself growing soft, still inside Mingi. “I’m glad. Thank you for suggesting we try that.” He started pulling out, knowing from experience how uncomfortable it was to have someone’s dick inside you after they came.
“No,” Mingi pouted, using his legs to hold Hongjoong still. “A little longer, please.”
“Mingi…”
“Please… I like it.”
Mingi seemed to have discovered the secret to getting Hongjoong to do whatever he wanted, which seemed to be just telling Hongjoong what he liked, and adding a pout for good measure. Hongjoong relaxed. “Fine. But it’s going to be gross once I do pull out.”
“I don’t care. I’m keeping you.”
“You can keep me,” Hongjoong said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Did… Did you like it enough that we could do it again sometime?”
“Mingi…” Hongjoong used his hand to turn Mingi’s head so he could look at him. “You’re perfect. Didn’t I say that?”
“Yeah, but—”
“I’ll fuck you as many times as you want,” Hongjoong interrupted him, leaning further down to murmur into his ear. “Whenever you want.” He brought their lips together as he moved his hips a little, reminding Mingi how they were still connected. He was soft enough by now that he was close to slipping out, and he could feel his own come starting to leak out of Mingi’s ass.
God, the whole bed was a mess of lube and come and sweat. Hongjoong was not looking forward to needing to take care of that.
“If you’re good, maybe I’ll fuck you in the shower, how about that?” Then he laughed as Mingi perked up. “You think you can come again tonight?”
“Yes,” Mingi said, not even needing to contemplate the question.
“Come on then,” Hongjoong said, taking the opportunity to pull out. Mingi winced but followed Hongjoong off the bed.
Not content with being on the defensive like that, Mingi shot back, “You think you can get it up again tonight, old man?” Hongjoong grabbed his hand and pulled Mingi along into the bathroom, pushing him against the tiled wall of the shower as he turned the water on. It rained down on them cold as Hongjoong crowded Mingi against the wall, grinning up at him.
“Why don’t you try me, and we can find out?”