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Chan lay in bed, headphones half on, while a beat looped itself in the background. He wasn’t actually working, but it felt better to pretend that he was than to lie restlessly through his jet lag. Iceland was a long way from Korea, and between the 24 hours of travel and the 9-hour time difference, his body had no idea where or what time it was. The journey was not an unwelcome one; in two days, he’d get to watch two of his favorite people get married, but wow, had he been thrown for a loop.
He clicked over to another audio file on his computer. This one was a special surprise that would be played at the wedding, the most meaningful gift he could think of to give Seungmin and Yunho on their big day. Mingi had helped him organize it all, coordinating times for each of his members to sneak away to record their segments while Yunho was none the wiser. The whole process had been really fun, and Chan had enjoyed the opportunity to get to know Mingi better. They were about to be united more than ever by the most important people in each of their lives, and it was nice to be able to blend so easily.
The two had begun to spend more time together after their collaboration. At first, they had kept it more professional and brainstormed future collaborations or helped each other with songs they were stuck on. Slowly, though, they began to meet outside of work. They’d share a nice meal somewhere, usually after Mingi dragged Chan out of his studio after a proof of life check. Chan joined Mingi at the gym occasionally as well. There were even a few times that Mingi visited Chan’s apartment while Jeongin was out. If Chan was honest with himself, he had grown to look forward to the time spent with Mingi.
A faint knocking at the hotel door pulled Chan from his thoughts. It was late, how late he wasn’t sure, but it surprised him to be getting a visitor. The rest of the wedding party had arrived in Reykjavík a few days prior, Chan having been held back by a schedule he was not contractually able to move. Given that, everyone else had had time to adjust to the jet lag. Still, he abandoned his equipment and padded over the door, taking a peek through the peephole before turning the handle.
Standing in the carpeted hallway was a cozily dressed Mingi.
“Hyung,” Mingi said cheerily, voice kept low in the silence of the hallway. “I knew you’d be awake.”
“What made you so sure?” Chan joked back fondly.
“You don’t even sleep on a good day. Add in jet lag and being the best man, there was no way you’d be asleep by now.”
“You got me there,” Chan smiled, “What has you up so late then Mingi-yah?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” the taller man shrugged, then, when the silence momentarily stretched between them, “Can I show you something, Hyung?”
“Now?” Chan asked skeptically.
“Yes, now,” Mingi answered. Chan raised an eyebrow in slight questioning. “Come on, I promise you won’t want to miss it!” Mingi let a slight pout form on his face. Chan was used to all sorts of cute antics from his members when they were trying to get their way. He should be immune to any type of pout-ful persuasion, but something about Mingi’s soft stare, all unguarded in the dim hallway lights, had Chan conceding in record time.
“Okay, fine,” he replied, feigning indignance, “Can I at least put some shoes on first?” Mingi’s face lit up.
“I guess,” Mingi rolled his eyes unconvincingly, “but make it quick, please!”
The second Chan’s shoes were on, Mingi was grabbing his hand and leading him down the hallway. He let himself be pulled as they made their way towards the grand staircase that led into the lodge-style lobby of the small hotel.
“Do I get to know where we are going?” Chan asked once they were descending to the first floor.
“You really don’t like surprises, do you?” was all that Mingi chuckled out in response. Chan huffed. “Just let me lead right now, yeah?”
Chan liked the sound of that, so he tried to keep up with Mingi’s significantly longer strides as they got closer and closer to the set of double doors that led outside. At the first crunch of snow under their shoes, Chan realized that neither of them, in their pajamas, were dressed appropriately for the weather. A thought that had him subconsciously pulling Mingi in closer to his side. A few steps out of the door, Mingi stopped in his tracks.
“Look,” he said reverently, pointing with his hand that was still intertwined with Chan’s upwards.
The sky above them was vast, expansive in the way that reminded Chan of just how small he really was, something comforting he liked to tell himself in the moments where he felt like the weight of the world was crushing down on his shoulders. Littered among the inky black were more stars than Chan had probably ever seen in his life. In the places he went, the glittering of city lights was the closest thing he ever got to a real night sky.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Mingi asked after a few moments of awed silence. “I came out here the first night I arrived,” another pause hung in the air, “I thought you would like it.” Mingi turned his head to lock eyes with Chan quickly before shifting his view back to the stars.
“It’s incredible,” Chan breathed, tightening his grip on Mingi’s hand. The air was cold, but it didn’t seem to carry its usual bite, not in this moment, like it was holding off the wind to let the two men savor this moment.
“I like how it makes me feel small,” Mingi continued, “Like under them I am not an idol, I am not a public figure, I’m just Mingi,” he shrugged, “here I just am, and nothing is expected of me beyond just being another person staring at the sky.”
Chan let the silence after Mingi’s words breathe for a moment. There was not much he could have come up with to say anyway. Not when Mingi’s words were like a mirror to his soul, like the taller man had just reflected all of his feelings back at him.
“I get that,” Chan said when he could finally speak. His eyes stayed forward, but he couldn’t help but catch the small smile that played on Mingi’s lips. “Here, we’re just two normal guys, no pressure.”
“Yeah,” Mingi agreed. The two men turned to look at each other. Chan gazed up into Mingi’s eyes and felt like he was still looking at the starry sky. The taller man’s gaze felt just as freeing as the expanse above them. The moment hung, tender and gentle.
“Look!” Mingi was saying again, voice more breathless than it had been before.
As Chan peeled his eyes from his beautiful, wonder-filled expression, he felt a similar wave of awe wash over him. The darkness of the sky had been illuminated by streaks of light. Bright pinks and greens danced over the expanse, like streaks of paint on a blank canvas.
“Whoa,” Chan mumbled in awe. The sight was like nothing he had ever seen before, nature in its purest form. It was like the universe had seen him and Mingi, raw and real, and decided to reveal itself just the same.
As the lights continued their show, Chan felt his eyes shift from the sky to the man next to him. Mingi was an absolute vision in the snow. His tall and broad silhouette was undercut by the gentle way he cradled Chan’s hand in his own. His normally styled hair was messy where it sat platinum blond atop his head, and his face without makeup reflected something no artist could ever capture. The sky was incredible, but Mingi was something else. If Chan were to write a song about this moment, it wouldn’t be about the northern lights; it would be about the man standing under them. The man he had run parallel with for so many years, before they finally got the chance to get close. The man who pulled him out in the snow in the middle of the night to look at the stars. The man who seemed to understand him, even Chan’s mind was much cloudier than the sky tonight.
When Mingi’s eyes finally turned to meet his own, Chan felt something click into place within him. The storm that forever flared in his mind seemed to calm. There was no audience he had to perform to when he was alone with Mingi. If there was one place he could find solace, it was with the other man. It was Mingi. It would always be Mingi.
“Hyung?” Mingi asked as they held eye contact. Chan was sure the look in his eyes betrayed some of what he was feeling.
“Mingi-” is all he was able to croak out, eyes still locked.
A puff of breath was shared between them, visible in the freezing air, and then, suddenly, the cloud was gone. In its place was the warmth of Mingi’s body wrapping around his own. A gasp attempted to leave his lips, but Mingi swallowed it quickly when he placed Chan’s lips on his own. The kiss was deep, purposeful, brief, but with enough feeling behind it to convey what words couldn’t. When they pulled their faces apart, bodies still firmly pressed together, Chan felt like he could melt. Like he was a pile of snow under the warm rays of Mingi’s being.
“Hyung,” Mingi sputtered. It was his turn to be left speechless. Instead of continuing, he opted to rest his forehead against Chan’s. His height acted like a shield from the first gust of wind that rushed towards them. It was like the night had been holding its breath, and now that the barrier between friendship and something more had been breached, it could finally exhale.
Regaining composure faster than Chan, Mingi found he had words enough to say, “I-was that okay? Is it okay that I did that?” The nerves that sometimes painted themselves across his confident exterior were showing.
“Yes, Mingi,” Chan nodded, forehead bumping against Mingi’s where they met. “That was more than okay.”
A particularly large gust of wind snaked its way toward them, wracking through Mingi’s form with a shudder.
“But we should get inside soon before either of us gets frostbite,” Chan smiled.
“Yeah,” Mingi chuckled, still a little breathless, “Wouldn’t be the best look for the wedding.”
Hands still locked together as they had been since Mingi pulled Chan out of his door, the pair traced their footprints in the snow back to the hotel. A comfortable silence fell over them as they made the short walk, like the kiss had said everything it needed to for the time being. Walking into the lobby felt like stepping into a furnace. The sheer temperature difference, from the cold snow to the warm interior, made Chan’s skin itch in that weird tingling way. Twin gasps left the men’s mouths, but still no words were said.
When they made it back upstairs, the pair stopped in front of Chan’s door. Silently, Mingi leaned down towards Chan’s lips again. This time, Chan was there to meet him halfway. This kiss was shorter than the last, something more akin to a lingering peck, but it still made Chan’s stomach erupt into butterflies. He didn’t want this night to end; this perfect, quiet night with Mingi was the only stretch of time he wanted to inhabit for the rest of his life.
“Mingi,” he whispered into the space between them, hands still connected, “come inside.”
As the door closed behind them, their lips found each other again. Chan felt magnetized towards the other man. The kiss was savory, not chaste like the last one. Each slide of lips against each other was deeper and messier than the last. Chan felt like he was going crazy as he sucked on Mingi’s plump lower lip. When they finally broke, the pair was breathless. Mingi was looking at him with those same eyes he had out in the snow, and Chan’s heart crumbled in the best way possible.
The second kiss inside the room was even more intense. Tongues slipped inside mouths as breathing became harder. Both boys were kissing like they were trying to map out every inch of the other’s mouth, like they were trying to learn every surface. The space between them continued to close as well, until they were flush against each other, Mingi’s arms wrapped tightly around Chan’s waist, and Chan’s wrapped around Mingi’s neck, pulling him to a height that made the contact easier.
As the kiss continued, Mingi began to pull them backward. His steps were awkward and clumsy as he refused to part from Chan, but eventually they made it to the bed. Mingi sat where his legs had collided with the frame, leaving Chan standing between them. The sight made Chan dizzy. Tall, broad Mingi was pulling him closer by the hips, while looking at him with beautifully wide and hopeful eyes.
Chan bent down to reconnect their lips. The intimacy of their positioning made him more jittery than before, but in an exciting, knee-weakening kind of way. Mingi pulled away slightly to start pressing kisses to Chan’s jaw. At the same time, Chan felt his warm hands beginning to slide under the hem of his sweatshirt, gracing his skin with light touches. Mingi continued to explore with his lips, leaving open-mouthed kisses down Chan’s neck. When he had devoured every inch of available skin, he looked up at Chan questioningly, eyes half lidded, lips red. It was an absolutely intoxicating sight.
All Chan could manage was a quick nod before Mingi was peeling off his sweatshirt and the worn t-shirt that lay below it. Instinctively, Chan tensed at the exposure; everyone wanted to see his physique at its best, when his abs were flexed and defined, not relaxed and soft. Mingi didn’t seem to mind, though, smoothing his hands down Chan’s sides, smiling as he relaxed into the touch.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasped. The honesty in his voice made Chan’s stomach flip.
Without the barrier of clothing in the way, Mingi let his lips brush against Chan’s skin again. With the first glide of his lips over his collarbone, Chan gasped, gripping slightly at the hair on Mingi’s nape. This blond-haired boy was going to be the death of him. Then Mingi’s soft, plump lips slid lower, ghosting over Chan’s nipples that had already begun to harden.
“Mingi-” Chan groaned breathlessly at the contact. Spurred on by the words, Mingi dove in. He started light, teasing, experimental, trying to learn what Chan liked. He sucked at the bud gently, swirling his tongue around its hardest part. Chan’s breath quickened. Then, some of Mingi’s cocky confidence reared its head, and he bit down lightly and pulled. Chan should have been embarrassed about the moan the action elicited, but the feeling was too overwhelming for him to care. The noise only encouraged Mingi to continue. Time stretched as Mingi’s mouth dragged across Chan’s chest. Where his teeth bit and pulled, and his tongue soothed and sucked. It was euphoric. After a particularly satisfying hickey was sucked into the skin right next to his nipple, Chan buried one of his hands in Mingi’s hair, pulling his face away from the reddened skin.
If Mingi had looked sinful before, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. His lips were red and spit slicked, eyes narrow and wanting. God, Chan needed to be the one pulling reactions out of him. It was Chan’s turn to lift off the layers that were keeping him from Mingi’s muscular chest. The other man’s breath caught as Chan eased the clothing over his head, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. Chan needed to get his hands on Mingi.
In all facets of his life, Chan liked to provide for others, an urge that was especially present during sex. Watching bodies writhe and cry out under him, all from his attention and care, filled him with intense pleasure and satisfaction. His cock twitched at the idea of giving Mingi the same treatment.
With his chest bare, Chan motioned for Mingi to move up the bed. The younger man obliged until he was lying in the middle of it. A vision of beauty. Slowly, Chan joined him, straddling Mingi’s hips where he lay.
“Mingi-” he breathed again, running his fingers over the large, toned torso under him. Mingi shivered at the contact. “I want to make you feel so good,” he continued. “Will you show me how to make you feel good?” The second part of the statement was new. Most of his past sexual partners had loved the fact that Chan was a leader, asking him to take control in bed as well. Something about Mingi’s words earlier, though “just let me lead right now, yeah?” flickered in the back of his mind. Maybe here, under the countless stars and brilliant lights, Chan didn’t have to be a leader again; maybe here, he could just be another guy, having sex the way he wanted with the man he was so smitten with.
“Yes, hyung,” Mingi replied, shivering at the comment, “I’ll teach you anything you want to know.” The earnestness in Mingi’s voice made Chan release some of the tension he had been holding in his shoulders. Mingi had met his vulnerability with guidance, picking up the slack so he could be led for once.
“I want to make sure you feel good too,” Mingi continued.
“Making you feel good is what will make me feel good,” Chan said, cupping his face. The whole scene felt so intimate, like they were bearing their souls not just to the stars but to each other as well.
“Touch me then,” Mingi whispered, “kiss me, feel me, I want it all, hyung.”
That was all it took before Chan was leaning down over Mingi. Their lips met with a tentative rhythm that they had found in their previous kisses of the night. Tongues slid between mouths, lips sucked. Chan needed more, though; he needed to do more. Mirroring Mingi’s earlier movements, he began to kiss down the younger’s neck, sucking and licking but never marking.
“You can-you can use your teeth a little, too,” Mingi managed to get out between weighted breaths.
With the encouragement, Chan nipped at Mingi’s pulse point, earning a strained moan to wrestle itself out of Mingi’s lips.
“Yeah- just like that,” Mingi praised. The words went straight to Chan’s groin.
Chan continued down, getting more confident with his mouth. The expanse of Mingi’s chest and neck was covered with small bites, licks, and kisses. Chan was careful to only leave marks where the sensitive skin could be easily covered. When Mingi’s skin was as littered as the night sky, he turned his attention to Mingi’s nipples. Both sat erect and ready, begging to be paid attention to.
Chan dove in without much preamble, opting to suck harshly at the bud on first contact.
“Oh my god,” Mingi moaned, back arching at the contact. “Just like that, hyung, please, just like that.”
Chan continued his attention on Mingi’s nipples, sucking harshly on one before soothing over it with his tongue. All the while, his other hand toyed with Mingi’s other peck, pinching his nipple in a way that had reduced Mingi to a panting mess.
“Fuck, hyung-” Mingi breathed when Chan finally came up for air. “More, please, more,” as much as Chan liked to be led, Mingi seemed to like to plead.
Despite how aroused he was in the moment, Chan stilled at the comment. This was the part that always made Chan nervous, navigating how they were going to actually have sex. Chan loved to top, even when he was in control; it felt like a way for him to give, to satisfy that urge in him to take care of his partner. He didn’t want this to be the moment that the tide flipped, and he could no longer give Mingi what he needed.
All of the nerves that had ebbed and flowed through Mingi throughout the whole night came rushing back tenfold with Chan’s hesitation.
“Unless-, no, we don’t have to, sorry,” he began to splutter. “I don’t want to go too fast or pressure you or anything- sorry I shouldn’t ha-”
“Mingi,” Chan said, calming, stopping the snowball of words and worries from turning into an avalanche. Wide eyes stared up at him. “I want to, I really want to.” Chan moved to cup one of Mingi’s cheeks.
“But?” Mingi asked, moving to clasp his hand around Chan’s wrist.
“I want-” his cheeks flushed.
“Hey,” Mingi said softly, pulling at his wrist. “Talk to me, Channie.”
“I don’t know what you are used to,” Chan said vulnerably, “but I really want to be the one to give you everything you want.”
Mingi took a second to mull over the answer before letting a smile tug at his lips.
“Oh, thank god,” he laughed, “I am a lot of things, hyung, but contrary to popular belief, a top is definitely not one of them.”
Chan looked at him, relieved.
“So please,” Mingi said, his voice darkening as it closed the narrow space between them. “Please fuck me, Channie. Make me feel good.”
That was all the encouragement the other man needed. Chan gave Mingi one more lingering kiss before he began to move down the broader man’s body. His lips left a wet trail as he dragged them down Mingi’s long torso, savoring the taste of sweat and skin. When Chan had made it to the waistband of Mingi’s sweatpants, he bypassed pulling them down immediately to instead drag his nose along the outline of Mingi’s heavy and hard cock.
The tone began to shift again as Chan pulled Mingi’s pants and underwear down his hips. Mingi’s breath quickened as he lifted his hips to assist Chan, body shaking slightly as well. With Mingi laid bare before him, Chan couldn’t help but inhale as he took in the sight. Mingi was toned and sturdy, his muscles evidence of the time he dedicated to the gym, but Mingi was also soft. His edges, while defined, weren’t harsh. They curved beautifully in a way that made Chan’s heart clench.
“You are absolutely stunning,” Chan breathed as he finally exhaled. Mingi squirmed at the comment, but some of the tension seemed to bleed from his body at the compliment.
“I want to see you too,” Mingi said tentatively, catching Chan’s eye. The same man who had begged Chan to fuck him moments before now looked up at him nervously.
Chan responded by stepping off the bed to pull his own layers off. Where Mingi was long and full, Chan was smaller and more compact. His muscles rippled definitely to accentuate his structure. Hard lines cut his figure in a show of strength and hard work. The pair of them were opposites.
As he crawled back onto the bed, Chan felt Mingi’s eyes rake over his form, hovering not so subtly on the space between his legs. While Chan was shorter in stature, it did not compute to his cock. His member was heavy between his legs, thick, long, and veiny in his aroused state. Mingi looked even more turned on and nervous at the sight.
“Hyung-” the younger man started. He was quickly interrupted by Chan leaning over him to produce some lube from the bedside table, before positioning himself between Mingi’s spread legs, and leaning down to press a soft kiss on his hip bone.
“Everything will be at your pace, don’t worry,” Chan assured. “I’m going to open you up, but I want you to tell me how you like it.”
Mingi nodded. “I want you to use your mouth and your fingers,” Mingi instructed, some of his earlier confidence easing back into his tone. “I want to feel your tongue inside of me.”
A hum left Chan’s mouth, and then he was moving again. He left a smattering of kisses down Mingi’s hips and thighs as he inched closer to his sweet spot.
“Touch me, please,” Mingi whined. Chan obliged, ducking back up to lick a strip up Mingi’s red and leaking dick. He continued to show Mingi’s cock some attention, sucking at the tip and teasing around the head as his hands opened the lube and he poured some over his fingers. Ready to move, Chan lowered his head again, giving a testing lick to Mingi’s balls as one of his wet fingers began to tease around Mingi’s puckered rim.
“Hnggg, yes, Channie,” Mingi moaned at the points of contact. “Want you to play with my balls while you finger me,” he sputtered. They seemed to be falling into a good dynamic, Mingi leading, and Chan following, the older offering reassurance when needed.
Chan continued to mouth at Mingi’s balls as his fingers spread lube over his hole. The actions pulled delicious sounds out of Mingi’s throat. The low timber of his voice echoed beautifully in pleasure. When Mingi was coated enough and had relaxed into the teasing, Chan slowly slid his first digit in. This was Chan’s favorite part of sex, watching his partner open up for him, letting him provide them with something they couldn’t get anywhere else, trusting him.
Mingi’s moans became more consistent and drawn out as Chan’s first finger began to move slowly in and out of him. When a good pace had been established and Chan could feel his walls relaxing around him, he decided to continue to work Mingi open with the addition of his tongue. Abandoning his balls, Chan shifted one of Mingi’s thick thighs to rest over his shoulder as he buried his face between the larger man’s legs. The first taste of Mingi was electrifying. Finger still knuckle deep inside of Mingi, Chan licked a circle around his now stretched rim. The reaction he got was immediate, less of a moan and more of a whimper, pulled itself out of Mingi as Chan felt his leg tense next to his head. Mingi was proving to be very vocal in bed, and Chan couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased. He loved to listen to his lovers’ pleasure.
Mingi only continued to make more sounds as Chan slipped his tongue inside of Mingi alongside his finger. The walls around him were tight and warm, the feeling so good that Chan was convinced he could come from the feeling of Mingi alone. They continued in that rhythm for a while, tongue and finger working in tandem. The looser Mingi got, the more Chan teased his rim with a second finger. The younger man squirmed above him. Right before adding another digit, Chan decided to pull out his hand entirely, instead spearing his tongue inside of Mingi and sucking at his rim hard. Mingi shouted above him, writhing at the sensation.
“Hyung, that feels so fucking good, but I swear to god if you keep that up, I’m going to come before you even get a second finger inside of me,” Mingi panted. As appealing as that sounded to Chan, he could tell that it wasn’t what the other man wanted. Taking the hint, Chan began to finger Mingi in earnest. He intently swirled and scissored the now two fingers inside of him, urging Mingi to relax into the sensation. On the addition of a third finger, Chan pushed deeper, teasing his fingers around the bundle of nerves that would have the other man seeing stars.
“Channie, please,” Mingi breathed at the teasing of his prostate. “I’m ready now, I need you.” A slight whine was creeping into his voice, a sound that made Chan impossibly harder.
“Okay, baby,” Chan said softly, leaning to kiss Mingi’s hip again. Chan removed his fingers to coat his own length in lube before he crawled back over Mingi and began to line himself up.
Mingi looked absolutely wrecked below him. Despite Chan being on top, Mingi’s height advantage had him still slightly craning his neck to maintain eye contact.
“Are you ready?” Chan said gently, cupping one of Mingi’s cheeks in his hand. The vulnerability of the situation came flooding back to him in the moment.
“Yes,” Mingi nodded, breath catching. “I want this Chan, I want you. I’ve been wanting you.”
“I’ve been wanting you too, Mingi-yah,” Chan said before connecting their lips and slowly pushing in. The gasp that the motion earned from Mingi was swallowed by Chan as he continued to slide slowly inside of Mingi. The merging of their bodies was a slow and tender process, Chan attentive to every one of Mingi’s reactions, gauging how to proceed comfortably.
When Chan bottomed out, he parted their lips to look at Mingi. There were faint tear tracks painting the blond’s cheeks, and his eyes were wide, trusting, and blissed out at the same time. If Chan looked closely enough, he was sure he could see the stars from earlier reflected within them. He was also sure that if Mingi looked at Chan, he would see the same thing.
“Channie,” Mingi exhaled, “I want you to fuck me slow. I want to feel everything, all of you.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Chan responded before he began to move.
True to his word, Chan took his time. His strokes were slow and deep, his cocking pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. None of the teasing from before was present. Chan breathed heavily as Mingi vocalized his pleasure. The room filled with the soundtrack of skin on skin, stolen breaths, and unfiltered pleasure. It was absolutely intoxicating. Mingi’s words had long faded into incoherence, guttural sounds being all that he could produce. Chan decided to fill the silence with comments of his own. He whispered praises against Mingi’s neck to ground himself as the man below him lost himself to the sensation of being filled so completely.
As Mingi began to shake more below him, Chan began to slowly speed up his movements. The feeling of the younger man clenched around him, coupled with the way he was falling apart in his hold, had Chan’s release impending. The whole interaction was overwhelming in a way he had never experienced. The renewed vigor with which Chan was moving seemed to punch a few words out of Mingi’s babbling lips.
“‘m close,” He managed to get out around a whimper.
“Me too, baby, me too,” Chan answered.
Their lips reconnected as Chan continued his pace. It was less of a kiss and more of an anchor for both of them, oxygen shared between them, as their breaths became shallower and shallower.
Mingi fell apart first. The feeling was all-encompassing around Chan. Tears slid their way between their lips as Mingi threw his head back in a broken whimper. At the same time, the younger man’s nails dug themselves into Chan’s muscled back. It was like Mingi was holding on for dear life, trying not to float away. The most overwhelming part of Mingi’s release, though, was the way that he clamped down around Chan. The feeling was impossibly tight, in a way that had Chan reaching his own peak.
All that Chan was able to recognize as he spilled inside of Mingi was the feeling of the other man around him. Mingi’s come painted both of their stomachs as Chan felt him pulse around him. A mixture of hot breaths and lips were tangled between them as both were overcome with pleasure. Both of their orgasms were drawn out, lasting longer than Chan had experienced in a long time. Mingi came down first, his hold loosening tenderly around Chan as the older man rode out the last waves of his pleasure.
When he finally came to, Chan relaxed into Mingi’s hold. He didn’t care about the mess between them as he lowered himself down onto Mingi’s sturdy form, still buried deep inside of him. Mingi hummed at the contact. Silence stretched between them, filled only by their slowly evening breaths. Mingi was the first to break it.
“Hyung,” he croaked, voice gone from all of his exertion. Chan looked up from his purchase on Mingi’s chest to meet still-damp eyes. “I really meant it when I said I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he whispered, vulnerable again.
“I have too, Mingi-yah,” he responded quietly. “And now that I’ve had you, I never want to let go.”
“Then don’t. Please don’t.”