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Despite the late hour and the dark, chilly weather — the park was swarmed with people.
Parents chased after their children as they ran off laughing, either from excitement or from fear whenever one of the masked performers stepped into their path. Groups of teenagers crowded the walkways, while boyfriends tried to make their girlfriends jump at harmless decorations just to laugh at their reactions before continuing on.
The entire park glowed beneath warm yellow-orange lights that illuminated the paths ahead as Yunho continued further inside. Halloween decorations covered nearly everything — gargoyles perched on the roofs of snack booths and shops, while ghosts hung from awnings and railings. The deciduous trees stood bare, their branches twisting overhead, and carved pumpkins sat at their bases, clustered around the trunks.
''Thank you... Norman? For the five gifted subs,'' Yunho read aloud to the camera in front of him.
''What kind of name is Norman?'' he added with a faint chuckle.
His eyes flicked across the rapidly moving chat. Familiar usernames flew by between new messages, his mods already present and keeping up with everything.
As always, they had shown up on time for Yunho's annual Halloween stream, filling the chat with reactions and jokes to keep the energy going.
He didn't fully commit to dressing up. Walking around an amusement park with a camera already made him stand out enough. Still, he wanted to put in a little effort, enough to celebrate the holiday and enough to satisfy the viewers spending Halloween alone.
He wore a simple skin-tight latex top patterned like Spider-Man's suit. Paired with it were plain grey sweatpants and a pair of black Converse on his feet. The matching mask sat tucked into his pocket. He had used a few pins to secure it halfway outside the fabric so part of it remained visible, completing the costume without forcing him to cover his face.
His dark brown hair hung loose in soft waves, warm-toned beneath the orange glow of the park lights. His bangs were parted down the middle, falling into curtain bangs that left part of his forehead visible.
''Oh, it's your dog?'' Yunho said quietly as he read the comment.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. The image of a small, adorable dog named Norman of all things immediately popped into his head. The thought alone was enough to amuse him.
The chat seemed to find it funny too. Messages flew by even faster than before, filling the screen with laughter and reactions. Whether they thought the name itself was funny or were laughing because Yunho had accidentally mocked a dog's name, he wasn't entirely sure. It didn't really matter. It was all part of the fun anyway.
''Give Norman a treat from me then,'' Yunho continued playfully, overly pronouncing the R.
The Halloween streams were always chill. He usually only played horror games during his Halloween streams, which was a nice break from his Valorant and League of Legends focused streams. His chat always enjoyed the horror games streams. Yunho didn't get scared easily, so whenever a scream left him, it was the highlight of the year.
This year he wanted to do something different. He wanted to go out there and see the Halloween decorations, see people dress up as their favorite characters or as scary as they could. He wanted to see others get scared and hopefully get a fright himself.
There was always a risk, though. It was the main reason Yunho avoided streaming in public whenever he could: stream sniping.
It was already a problem when he played games. Whether it was Valorant, League, Overwatch, or Fall Guys, people would try to join his matches the moment they could. He often had to switch games after every match just to avoid viewers constantly trying to get into his lobbies. Real-life streams, however, were even worse.
Despite how rarely he streamed outside, people still managed to find him whenever he did. Thankfully, he hadn't had many genuinely bad experiences. Most of the time it was guys yelling his name from somewhere in the background or coming up to dap him up on camera.
Yunho would smile, play along, and keep things friendly so nothing got out of hand, but every interaction tended to attract more attention. Once one person approached him, others usually followed.
Women were generally calmer when they recognized him, which made it easier. Being approached still made him anxious, but it wasn't quite as stressful when someone simply wanted to tell him they loved his streams. A lot of them liked giving him small gifts too, usually some handmade beaded bracelets that he rotated between wearing.
One girl had made him a bracelet with red, black, and blue beads, along with a small spider pendant — which he wore that day to match his costume.
Some people tried to flirt with him, too. Women were usually the most obvious about it, with cute giggles, lingering looks, and the occasional compliment whenever they approached him. Men tended to be more subtle, which usually left Yunho unsure whether they were interested in him or sizing him up.
There had been one time he almost went home with a guy who approached him at a grocery store. The whole thing had fallen apart the moment the guy mentioned being a fan. Yunho had already seen enough streamer drama online and had no interest in becoming part of it himself.
It was unfortunate, though — the guy had been buff, but not excessively so. He wore a black compression shirt that looked like he had just come from the gym, paired with grey sweatpants and a black gym bag hanging from one shoulder. What started as compliments about Yunho's streams gradually turned into questions about how he managed to stay in shape despite spending so much time gaming and streaming. Then came an offer to work out together sometime.
Eventually, the guy had bluntly asked if Yunho wanted to come over, rest for a bit, and let him cook for him.
Turning him down had been difficult. The guy had been attractive, and the invitation had been tempting, but Yunho had drawn that line for himself a long time ago; never a fan.
''Yo, Yunho!'' he heard some guy yell from somewhere in the crowd. Yunho's heart dropped immediately, his jaw tensing for a moment, but he kept his expression normal. He didn't want to look around, so he pretended not to hear the man and kept his attention on the chat, only occasionally glancing at where he was walking.
His pace increased slightly, though he tried not to make it obvious. He wanted to seem unbothered, as if he hadn't heard anything at all.
In the camera, however, where he could see both himself and the chat, he noticed a few guys hurrying through the crowd toward him. A small sigh left him as he slowed to a stop, lowering the camera slightly so he could finally look back.
The guys wore wide smiles as they caught up to him, and Yunho offered a small smile in return. It wasn't entirely genuine, but it was polite enough. The last thing he wanted was to come across as rude.
''Bro!'' one of the guys said excitedly.
He was wearing a large black costume, his Scream mask hanging loosely from one hand.
Basic, Yunho thought to himself, despite the fact that he was currently wearing half a Spider-Man costume.
The group seemed to be five people in total, and Yunho mentally prepared himself to avoid getting overwhelmed. Most of the guys were broader than him, around his height or slightly shorter, and he had no interest in upsetting them or having any of them get overly touchy.
His eyes shifted to one of the shorter but stockier guys. He wore a torn dark shirt, too dark beneath the evening lights for Yunho to make out the exact color. Over it sat a dirty, rough-looking jacket, while a pair of dark jeans covered his legs.
A fake blood-splattered hockey mask rested on top of his head so his face remained visible, and in one hand he carried a balloon shaped like a sword. Jason Voorhees, Yunho immediately recognized.
As the group drew closer, more of the costumes became visible. One guy was clearly supposed to be Ghost from Call of Duty, just a cheaper version of him. He wore a simple, snug grey sweater paired with army pants that, surprisingly, looked fairly convincing. A tactical vest was strapped across his chest, and a black skull mask covered his mouth, though the rest of his face and head remained exposed.
The men finally stopped in front of him, and Yunho swallowed hard. He kept the smile on his face, hoping it looked genuine enough to hide how tense he felt.
''Woah man, we looked everywhere,'' Jason said, a wide grin spreading across his face.
''I'm streaming,'' Yunho finally said, trying to keep his voice light and friendly.
''Yeah, we know. We looked for you,'' Ghost replied happily, seemingly oblivious to the tension Yunho carried the moment they had approached him.
''We watch you all the time,'' he continued.
''We love you, dude.'' Ghost grinned. ''No homo, though.''
Yunho held back an eye roll with the strength of a thousand soldiers at those last three words.
''Thank you,'' he replied, managing a more genuine smile at the compliment.
So far, the guys weren't doing anything particularly bad. They seemed nice enough, genuinely excited to meet him, and he appreciated that. Even so, Yunho couldn't help wishing they had kept that enthusiasm to the chat instead of hunting him down during his stream.
''Have you gone through the haunted house?'' a guy in the back asked, trying to squeeze between Jason and Ghost.
When that didn't work, he settled for pushing at their shoulders and popping his head between them. He wasn't wearing any kind of facial costume, leaving Yunho unsure what exactly he was supposed to be dressed as.
''No, I haven't gotten around to that yet,'' Yunho replied.
The answer immediately made his stomach tighten again. He could already tell where this was heading. They wanted him to go with them.
The idea of walking through a dark haunted house with a group of fans he'd never met before — fans who had already tracked him down in the middle of a crowded park — wasn't particularly appealing.
The guys, however, lit up as if he had just given them the best possible answer.
''Dude, come with us,'' Jason said excitedly.
Every one of them looked genuinely thrilled by the idea of Yunho joining them, but to Yunho, it sounded like a terrible idea.
''I—'' was all he managed to get out, immediately flustered by the situation.
He glanced down at the camera in his hand. Even with the microphone attached to it, the chat could still hear the conversation, and message after message told him to go with them.
Nobody seemed particularly concerned by the discomfort written all over his face. The whole situation irritated him. He was used to people caring more about content than how he actually felt, but that didn't make it any less frustrating.
''We're down one guy anyways,'' Jason continued.
Yunho's eyes flicked past the group. There was another guy standing behind them who hadn't said a single word so far, and from where Yunho stood he couldn't get a proper look at him.
Everything felt like too much all at once. The crowd, the attention, the cameras, the strangers surrounding him.
His chest tightened slightly, but he swallowed it down and forced a smile onto his face.
''I was gonna do them alone... for the extra scare,'' Yunho explained, hoping the excuse would be enough to get them off his back.
''You can't, gotta go in pairs,'' Jason countered.
There was a smirk on his lips that Yunho couldn't quite place. Cocky, maybe. Mischievous. Like he already knew what the answer would be.
Shit, Yunho thought.
''We need a guy for our buddy,'' Scream suddenly said, turning to glance over his shoulder.
Yunho noticed his eyes immediately land on the silent guy standing behind them, and the sight sent his anxiety climbing straight into his throat.
Streaming for as long as he had and having been approached by strangers so many times in person had made him fear people in a way. He never knew if someone was going to start yelling or acting aggressive just to become a clip in a Chilling Scares video, or if they were simply going to be loud and annoying because they thought that was cool and funny.
The guys seemed excited, and they weren't touching him or getting in his face. They stood close, but not inappropriately so, which made the situation a little easier to handle. It wasn't as bad as it could have been.
Even so, it was still a group of guys trying to get him secluded and alone in a dark building filled with loud sounds and distractions where nobody would hear him if something happened. All he would really have was his stream.
A ping from his phone caught his attention, making his head snap back down toward it as he almost forgot about the audience still watching.
On the screen was a larger donation — 100 dollars. The amount made his eyes widen slightly. Despite earning thousands through streaming, he was always a little taken aback whenever someone donated that much money at once.
The name of the donor made him smirk, a quiet laugh escaping him as he lifted the camera back up despite the group of guys still waiting for his answer.
''YunhosBBL with the 100 gifted, thank you dude,'' he read aloud without much shame. ''I appreciate it!''
A few chuckles sounded behind him, but if they were truly viewers of his, they were probably already used to the ridiculous names that regularly appeared in his chat.
When his eyes dropped to the message attached to the donation, he couldn't help his jaw tensing slightly in annoyance. Still, he kept his composure and read it out loud.
''I'll gift 50 subs if you do it.''
The chat immediately exploded. Someone willing to donate 100 dollars and then throw another 250 dollars at gifted subscriptions was ridiculous.
Normally, Yunho would check in with the donor to make sure they hadn't sent too much money and didn't want a refund, but this person was a regular. They occasionally shared bits and pieces of their life, were active in the Discord server, and over time Yunho knew they were an adult and simply just a supporter of his streams.
What surprised him was that this particular viewer never really donated, so the sudden 100 dollars and the promise of even more leave him a little stunned.
The chat immediately went wild over both the donation and the offer. 50 gifted subscriptions wasn't particularly significant compared to the number of people watching his streams, but Yunho knew that wasn't what had everyone excited. As far as the chat was concerned, Yunho had just been offered 350 dollars to go through a haunted house with his viewers.
''Gotta do it now, right?'' one of the guys behind him said, barely containing his excitement.
Yunho blinked a few times, trying to process the entire situation and figure out what the smartest way out of it was, but judging by the reactions around him, he probably had to do it now.
Yunho let out a soft hum, trying to accept his fate. On the screen, he watched the guys excitedly high-five each other at what they clearly took as confirmation. Under different circumstances, it might have been a fun, wholesome moment. Instead, the donation and everyone's expectations left him feeling cornered into agreeing.
''You'll go with Mingi!'' one of them announced.
Yunho's jaw tightened, and he swallowed hard before glancing back. Ghost immediately reached out and pulled this Mingi forward, and Yunho felt his stomach drop.
The first thing he noticed wasn't the man's face; it was the black compression shirt stretched across a broad chest, narrowing at the waist before hugging a pair of strong arms.
The sight instantly reminded him of the guy from the grocery store, though that man had been bigger. Even so, Mingi's build sparked the same reaction in him, a sharp tug low in his stomach.
If anything, he preferred Mingi's frame. He wasn't as massive, his physique not quite as firm or large, but there was something appealing about the combination of softness and strength.
Below, he wore grey sweatpants, sort of. They sat snug around his hips, tied with a wide dark navy cloth belt threaded through the waistband, only visible where it had been knotted into a bow at the front. From there, the legs hung looser before narrowing again around his ankles. On his feet was a pair of low-cut black sneakers.
When Yunho's eyes finally lifted to Mingi's face, the man was already looking back at him. His gaze flicked between Yunho and the stream now that he had finally appeared on camera. Yunho tried not to stare, but the man was genuinely hard to look away from, and it only made him tense his jaw harder.
Mingi had a strong face; a sharp jaw, full lips, a large nose with a high bridge, and narrow, wolf-like eyes that kept shifting between him and the camera. His hair was black and slightly longer, falling over part of his forehead with loose strands sticking out here and there. He was around Yunho's height too, which left them standing almost perfectly eye to eye whenever they looked at each other.
Yunho had no idea what Mingi's costume was supposed to be, though the man had clearly dressed up. All Yunho knew was that Mingi was the hottest man he had seen in a long time, and suddenly the idea of going through the haunted house felt so much worse because now he'd have to do it with him.
Taking a deep breath, Yunho gently reached out and grabbed Mingi's arm, urging him a little closer so he would fit into the camera frame. Mingi's eyes widened slightly at the touch before he stepped forward.
''Your name is Mingi?'' Yunho asked, keeping the camera raised to include them both. He turned his head slightly to look at him, waiting for an answer.
Mingi hummed and gave a few quick nods, his eyes moving to Yunho before flicking back toward the camera. The man seemed nervous about being on stream, which only confused Yunho. He didn't really understand why the others were so determined to pair them together when Mingi didn't seem particularly comfortable with the attention.
''Nice to meet you,'' Yunho mumbled. It was quiet, but still loud enough for both Mingi and the stream to hear.
His attention drifted back to the chat, which had become a mess of random messages flying by too quickly to properly read. A surprising amount of them, however, seemed to be thirsting over Mingi.
The comments were ridiculous. Yunho couldn't help letting out a sharp laugh through his nose at some of them, though he wasn't sure if Mingi was reading them too.
''What does 'computer' mean?'' Mingi read aloud, sounding confused.
''I don't know, man,'' Yunho said, his mouth turning slightly to the side as the chat continued acting up. He shook his head a little, watching the messages race past.
Making their way to the entrance of the haunted house, they ended up standing in line for a solid ten minutes. Mingi's friends stood ahead of them, talking amongst themselves and with Mingi while occasionally trying to pull Yunho into the conversation. Yunho chimed in here and there, but only enough to be polite and not come across as boring.
Mingi, however, seemed awkward. As they waited, he kept shifting his weight between his legs, occasionally leaning against the iron bar fence before straightening up again.
''Have you ever done one of these before?'' Yunho asked, moving slightly so Mingi would be included in the stream. He raised his voice enough to be heard over the chatter and noise around them, which only made Mingi flinch at the sudden volume.
''Me?'' Mingi asked, startled.
His eyes widened a little as they flicked between Yunho and the stream once again. Yunho hummed in response.
''Uhm...'' Mingi started, looking away as he gathered his thoughts.
''Once,'' Mingi said.
A smirk slowly grew on his lips afterward.
''I don't handle horror well,'' he added vaguely.
''So you're going through the haunted house?'' Yunho asked, a chuckle slipping from his lips as he kept one eye on the rapidly moving chat before glancing back at Mingi.
Mingi hummed and nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. Yunho found himself smiling too before turning his attention back to the chat.
''Toji Fushiguro?'' Yunho read aloud, sounding slightly confused.
''Yeah!'' Mingi suddenly said.
Yunho looked back at him, confused for a moment before his eyes traveled up and down Mingi's figure.
''Is that who you're dressed as?'' he asked.
Mingi hummed and glanced down at himself. Both of his hands came down to slowly drag over his own stomach as he looked over the outfit. The movement seemed completely absent-minded, nothing more than him checking what he was wearing.
To Yunho, however, it was torture.
Mingi's stomach was clearly muscular, but it wasn't hard and rigid. There was softness to it too, and the compression shirt only emphasized the shape of his frame. Yunho wanted to reach out and touch, but that would be weird. That wouldn't be okay... would it?
''Do you work out to cosplay?'' Yunho asked.
The question slipped out before he could stop it. It was already out there, so he kept his expression neutral and hoped it didn't sound weird.
Mingi immediately lit up at the question. One arm came up, and he proudly flexed for the stream.
''Hell yeah,'' Mingi said, pursing his lips as the muscle tightened and stood out more clearly beneath the sleeve.
Instinctively, he stepped closer so the camera could get a better look, and the movement brought his chest against Yunho's arm. Yunho flinched slightly.
Mingi's chest was large, firm, and warm, and despite the layers of clothing between them, Yunho could still feel the heat. His heart picked up its pace, and he took a slow breath, trying to keep his attention on the camera instead of the muscles pressed against his side.
He tried to focus on the conversation instead, but Mingi's response was obnoxious and braggy in a way that probably should have annoyed him. Yunho wanted to be annoyed so badly, yet Mingi was too hot. If anything, the confidence only made it worse.
Yunho gave a small, playful eyeroll, though the smile lingering on his lips never disappeared.
Mingi wasn't lying when he said he didn't handle horror well. Every puff of air, every door suddenly flying open to reveal a cheap mask accompanied by a high-pitched scream had Mingi screaming even louder than the electronics themselves while holding tightly onto Yunho's arm.
Yunho couldn't even be annoyed at a fan hanging onto him that tightly. The fear on Mingi's face and in his voice was pure comedy, and even when it made the camera wobble slightly in his free hand, Yunho knew it was good content. Mingi was a bigger, extremely attractive guy who made absolutely no effort to hide how scared he was, and Yunho already knew people were loving it.
After making their way out of the first hallway, they entered a larger room. Ruined counters lined the walls beneath flickering lights, and a hospital bed sat in the middle of the room. On it was what looked like a decapitated body, fake blood splattered all over it.
''Ew—'' was all Yunho managed to get out before a scream rang through the room.
The body had an actor inside it. She let out a high-pitched scream for her life that had both Yunho and Mingi flinch. Mingi immediately screamed even louder the moment he heard it and pressed so close to Yunho that he nearly stumbled, while Yunho couldn't stop himself from giggling.
Then came the loud roar of a chainsaw, and a man wearing a pig mask and blood-stained butcher clothes burst out from a dark room.
Both Yunho and Mingi screamed at the sight. With an impressive amount of strength, Mingi shoved Yunho forward in an attempt to get them moving, trying to rush him out into the hallway as he panicked between bursts of laughter. The force of it threw him completely off balance, leaving him scrambling to keep up as the stronger body behind him practically forced him to move.
By the time they stumbled out into the hallway, the strength of the shove combined with his knees threatening to buckle from laughter had Yunho nearly slamming into the wall.
At the last second, however, a pair of large, strong hands caught him by the waist, gripping firmly to stop him from crashing into it.
Almost losing his grip on the camera, Yunho threw his free hand against the wall to steady himself and regain some balance.
Still giggling, he finally got his footing back and let Mingi turn him around. He immediately leaned against the wall, his grip on the camera loose as he took a few breaths between laughs.
Mingi let out a loud groan, his mouth hanging open as he stared back toward the room as though making sure nobody had followed them out.
Yunho's eyes widened, his smile fading slightly when he felt Mingi's thumbs slowly pressing gentle circles against his skin. It was only then that he realized Mingi's hands had never left him, even while his attention was focused somewhere else.
His hands were so warm, and the realization sent a sudden flush of heat through Yunho's body. He found himself having to take deeper breaths, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart. Mingi's hands sat perfectly on his waist, holding him there, and the grip felt effortlessly secure. It felt like Mingi could throw him around if he wanted to.
And Yunho kinda wanted that.
The hands fit there perfectly too. They reached all the way around the sides of his waist, large and firm against him. Yunho could still feel the pressure of them, as though Mingi unconsciously wanted to keep him right where he was.
When Mingi finally looked at him, Yunho couldn't help staring back in confusion. His eyes were still wide, his mouth slightly parted, but no words came out. Mingi's gaze then dropped to where his hands rested, and with an unreadable expression crossing his face, he let them fall away.
The warmth vanished immediately and a slight chill took its place.
Yunho swallowed and forced his expression to relax before pushing himself away from the wall and raising the camera again.
''We didn't die,'' he blurted out, still breathless. He wasn't entirely sure how to recover from the moments the camera had been pointed away, so he settled for pretending he was still trying to catch his breath from the scare and the laughter.
Mingi looked up when he heard Yunho speak. Almost instantly, he put on a tougher expression, straightening his back and puffing out his chest before speaking with obvious pride.
''Not scared either.''
Yunho's mouth closed, a faint smirk growing on his lips as he shot Mingi a slight side-eye.
They slowly continued down the hallway. Fog filled the room, making Yunho almost disappear on camera whenever he stepped into a thicker patch of it. The speakers let out fake, muffled screams and the sound of heavy footsteps, the noises echoing through the darkness around them.
When he heard a small whine from Mingi, he couldn't help but to smile. The tiny sound of fear was strangely cute, and he probably would've kept smiling, would've forgotten about the little moment earlier, if it wasn't for the fact that he felt Mingi's hand again around his back, resting on his waist. The touch felt intentional. He could feel the subtle pressure of Mingi's hand as it gently guided him closer.
Clinging to his arm because he was scared made sense. Yunho understood that. Then Mingi might have simply been too frightened to notice he was still holding onto Yunho's waist, but this felt different. It felt deliberate.
He had never had a guy put his hands on him like this during a stream before. Most guys barely flirted with him at all beyond the typical straight-guy behavior of saying overly sexual things for shits and giggles. This wasn't loud or performative. It wasn't some joke meant to get a reaction out of him or the chat.
With his free hand, he grabbed the small microphone attached to his camera and lowered it slightly so nobody would hear him or see what he was saying.
''Mingi, you can't do that here,'' Yunho whispered hurriedly, glancing over at him as his heart continued beating a little too fast.
To Yunho's surprise, the fearful expression and need for comfort he'd seen earlier were nowhere to be found. Instead, Mingi simply smirked, his eyes shifting toward him.
''Not here?'' Mingi asked, his tone almost teasing. ''So I have a chance?''
Yes.
Yunho's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at him, confusion flickering across his face.
He hadn't seen this coming at all. Going into the haunted house, he'd thought the worst-case scenario would be Mingi's friends being annoying or trying to turn the stream into content for themselves. He hadn't expected Mingi's goal to be getting with him in ways that had nothing to do with a fun haunted attraction.
''That's your take-away?'' Yunho asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mingi hummed in response, the smirk never leaving his face.
''You thought I'd fuck you in a haunted house while I'm streaming?'' Yunho asked, completely baffled.
''No,'' Mingi said immediately, pursing his lips afterward.
Yunho stared at him, both suspicious and confused.
''I'd fuck you,'' Mingi continued.
His hand slipped away, only for both of his hands to come back to Yunho's waist, pushing him up against the wall.
Yunho gasped, his eyes widening in shock. Instinctively, his grip tightened around the microphone, silently praying nobody would hear. Mingi's hands sat firm against his waist, solid and unyielding, and the sudden shift had Yunho's heart hammering so hard it felt like it might burst straight out of his chest.
''Full homo, of course,'' Mingi said teasingly.
The comment caught Yunho off guard enough that a short, sharp laugh escaped through his nose before he could stop it.
Shifting on his feet, Yunho tried to put on a more confident expression.
''I don't have sex with fans,'' he said, keeping his voice steady.
''Who says I'm a fan?'' Mingi replied, tilting his head as he stepped closer, his chest brushing against Yunho's. His face was suddenly far too close, and Yunho found himself unable to look away from his eyes.
''Your friends did,'' Yunho countered.
He tried to keep his composure, but it was slowly slipping through his fingers.
Mingi hummed and gave a slow nod, seemingly having nothing to say back to that.
This close, Yunho could finally smell him. The scent was woody with a citrus edge, carrying a faint sweetness beneath notes of leather and musk. It was intoxicating. Mixed with the warmth radiating from him and the strength in the body pressed so close, it made Yunho's heart beat harder. He had to take a deeper breath, trying to keep his thoughts straight when every instinct seemed more interested in paying attention to Mingi.
He could feel a stir low in his stomach, a bubbling feeling he never wanted to feel for a fan.
What if he ended up in a scandal like the other gay streamers had? The thought of having to make some fucking apology video simply because he was attracted to men made Yunho's irritation flare. But it wasn't an irrational fear. It happened. Other people had gone through it, had their private lives turned into content for everyone else to pick apart.
And Yunho didn't know if any of that would be worth it just because some guy wanted to fuck him once, brag about it afterward, and potentially ruin his career in the process.
But then again... Mingi.
Maybe Mingi would keep quiet.
''All of this for what? So you can brag about it?'' Yunho asked. He tried to sound confident, but a trace of insecurity slipped through anyway.
Mingi tilted his head, a smirk still resting on his lips.
''Brag to who?'' he asked, his voice low but light.
''People,'' Yunho replied immediately.
''Really? How many people are lining up to fuck you?'' Mingi asked, amused.
Yunho narrowed his eyes as irritation bubbled up.
''A lot of people,'' he replied, annoyed.
''Ah...'' Mingi hummed, slowly nodding, the grin never leaving his lips.
''So you're saying you're easy?'' he asked.
Yunho scoffed, the irritation still lingering.
''Absolutely not,'' he replied firmly.
Mingi's grin widened slightly.
''So I'm special then? To have gotten this close to you?''
The confidence in his voice made it sound less like a question and more like he already knew the answer.
''I—'' Yunho started, parting his lips as he searched for an answer he didn't have.
Mingi slowly started leaning in, and Yunho's eyes widened. Those narrow, predatory eyes never left his, making Yunho feel like a deer caught in headlights. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Mingi draw closer, but nothing inside him told him to move. No instinct urged him away. No muscle even tried. He stood there, completely frozen, as the lips of a man he had met maybe 30 minutes ago inched closer and closer.
The entire situation was confusing, mostly because of himself. Why wasn't he moving away? Why wasn't he saying anything?
Maybe it was because every man who had ever flirted with him, every man he had ever considered a potential partner, had been eager to tell him what a huge fan they were, as if that was the best way to flirt with him. It always felt tied to his career. Nothing was ever just about him.
And because of that, it had been years since the last time Yunho had been touched like this. Years since before he ever started streaming.
Mingi was a fan. Mingi was here to go through a haunted house with him. Maybe if he had approached Yunho the same way everyone else did, Yunho would've found it easier to brush him off.
But his hands felt so good, even when they weren't doing anything. The closeness felt good. Being able to smell another man like this, to feel his warmth this close, was something Yunho hadn't realized he had missed until now.
So he didn't move when Mingi's lips finally met his.
The kiss was light at first, like Mingi was testing the waters. Mingi's eyes were already closed, and after a brief hesitation, Yunho let his own fall shut as well.
It wasn't until Yunho kissed him back that Mingi pressed in harder.
His lips were warm. Each breath that left Mingi's nose brushed against Yunho's skin as his nose pressed lightly into Yunho's cheek, the contact soft but impossible to ignore. His lips were smooth too, like he took good care of them. The feeling was almost unfair, being touched by something so soft.
Mingi's hands tightened at his hips, drawing Yunho closer until their bodies pressed together. The movement sent a shiver through him, and before he could think too much about it, his free arm lifted and settled around Mingi's neck.
The hesitation from earlier disappeared, replaced by something more eager, more intense. Yunho found himself leaning into it without thinking, drawn in by the warmth of Mingi's mouth and the steady hold of his hands. Mingi's breathing had grown heavier now, each exhale warm against Yunho's cheek and lips. His scent seemed even stronger this close and every breath Yunho took filled his head with it.
His heart hammered against his ribs as the world around them seemed to blur at the edges. Mingi's nose brushed against his cheek whenever they shifted, the small contact somehow making the kiss feel even more real. He could feel the warmth radiating from him, could feel the solid presence of him holding him close, and it made that familiar stir low in his stomach grow stronger.
The haunted house continued around them, filled with fake screams, pounding footsteps, and distant noises meant to frighten people. None of it seemed to matter. The sounds melted into the background, swallowed by the ambience pouring from the speakers, leaving only the quiet, muffled sounds between them for their own ears.
It wasn't until they heard distant, genuine screams nearby that the kiss finally broke apart. Mingi didn't immediately pull away. His hands remained on Yunho's waist, but both of them turned their heads toward the door opening to the room with the pig mask and chainsaw.
Mingi looked back at Yunho, which only made Yunho look back at him. His chest rose and fell with heavier breaths as he tried to compose himself. Their eyes met, but neither of them said a word. Mingi's gaze dropped to Yunho's lips for a few lingering seconds before he finally stepped back.
Yunho's arm slipped from around Mingi's neck and lifted to pat down his untouched hair, trying to collect himself. The hands on his waist fell away, and Mingi straightened up.
Both men stayed quiet while Yunho tried to get himself together, focusing on slowing his breathing and settling the rush still moving through him.
They started walking again, only a few steps at first. The next animatronic scare barely phased Yunho, but Mingi still flinched and let out a startled yelp before he could stop himself, even with the awkwardness hanging between them.
When they reached the end of the hall, Yunho finally lifted the camera back up with a smile. The moment he came back into frame, he saw the chat explode, and so he just grabbed the first excuse that came to mind.
''An— uh... actor almost saw the camera,'' Yunho explained with a soft smile.
A few people in the chat seemed doubtful considering how long he had been gone, but most appeared to buy it, laughing at the idea of Yunho getting caught.
Mingi stopped by the doorway leading into the next room and glanced back at him. He didn't say anything, but his eyes said enough. A small laugh slipped from Yunho as he walked past him and stepped into the room.
The room looked like the inside of a church. Three rows of pew benches sat on either side of a narrow aisle that led toward a podium and a large cross of Jesus. Yunho could already spot the next doorway they needed to reach, black drapes hanging over it, but to get there they would have to walk straight down the aisle.
The lights flickered overhead, while fake candles danced with small, unsteady flames. Fake windows were scattered along the walls, each one showing nothing but darkness beyond them. Fake blood had been splattered around the room, and a thin layer of smoke clung to the floor.
The entire room was bathed in red light, giving it a demonic atmosphere rather than anything holy. The darkness didn't quite hide the figures sitting on the pew benches, though. Yunho couldn't tell what they were, or which ones were real.
''Oh fuck no,'' he heard from behind him.
Yunho chuckled as he glanced back and saw Mingi looking around the room with a deep scowl.
Turning the camera, Yunho slowly scanned the room for the audience before settling it back on himself. He was about to take a step forward when a hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist.
''Wait, wait,'' Mingi said hurriedly.
''What?'' Yunho asked through a laugh.
''One of those motherfuckers is gonna jump us,'' Mingi said, stress clear in his voice.
''Ah, Mingi...'' Yunho sighed before breaking into another giggle.
''You wanna go first or should I?'' he asked, turning himself and the camera so both of them stayed in frame.
''You,'' Mingi answered immediately, as if it were the dumbest question he had ever heard.
Yunho hummed and took a step forward. Mingi's hand was still around his wrist, and a second later he felt him follow close behind.
''If you want a reaction, scare the guy behind me,'' Yunho called out loudly, just in case any of the figures were scare actors.
''Why the fuck would you say that?'' Mingi blurted out, frustration creeping into his voice.
A distressed whine left him immediately afterward, making Yunho laugh.
They passed the first row of pews, moving slowly as they watched the figures sitting among them.
''Just go,'' Mingi said firmly.
Yunho turned the camera behind him and saw Mingi walking with his head lowered, refusing to look around while still gripping Yunho's wrist.
A laugh escaped him, and he slowed his pace slightly at the sheer ridiculousness of it.
''Man up, Mingi,'' Yunho said playfully.
''Shut up—'' was all Mingi managed to get out before one of the scare actors on the bench suddenly lunged toward them.
Mingi let out a loud scream and flinched so hard to the side that he nearly fell onto the other bench.
Yunho laughed harder and continued slowly down the aisle, giving Mingi a chance to collect himself and catch up.
The actors tried lunging at him too, but all they got was a small flinch and an amused chuckle. He turned the camera toward them so the stream could see, and after that the actors seemed to realize they weren't getting much of a reaction out of him.
So they focused on Mingi instead.
Mingi fought his way through the room and quickly rushed back toward Yunho.
''Wasn't that bad, was it?'' Yunho asked, making sure Mingi was in the frame with him.
Mingi shot him a quick glare before brushing himself off as though that would somehow get rid of the fear.
''Easy,'' Mingi muttered, annoyed.
They pushed through the drapes and were met with another hallway, this one dark with only faint lighting scattered throughout. Doors lined both sides, some marked with numbers and bits of text. On one side was a small opening that led somewhere even darker, and Yunho assumed it was meant for employees, though it still looked creepy enough to belong in the attraction.
Mingi peeked his head around the corner and immediately let out a heavy sigh when he saw the path ahead. From where he stood, his eyes moved around the hallway, taking in every door and every shadow around them.
Yunho stepped inside, and Mingi followed close behind like a puppy, practically pressing himself against Yunho's back as though he were a shield. They kept to one side of the hallway, treating the other like it was somehow more dangerous.
The mistake was assuming the doors were what would scare them. It wasn't someone rushing them from the front or sneaking up behind them either. Instead, a small hatch built into their side of the hallway had been triggered by their presence.
As it swung open, Yunho didn't immediately realize what was happening. He heard the scream first, before his brain caught up enough to register that the hatch was now open.
Mingi, however, seemed ready for it.
He grabbed Yunho's waist once again and yanked him backward hard enough to keep him from getting hit. The sudden force startled Yunho so badly that he completely lost his grip on the camera. He didn't even realize he had dropped it until he saw it smash against the ground.
Gasping, he immediately bent down to grab it, but before he could, Mingi's hand left his waist and latched onto his arm instead. With a strength Yunho wasn't prepared for, he pulled him away before he had a chance to resist.
''Mingi—'' was all Yunho managed to get out as he was dragged farther down the hallway, his eyes still fixed on the camera lying on the floor in the darkness, angled toward a blank section of wall.
He didn't realize where Mingi was dragging him until he was already there, pushed up against the wall with those familiar hands settling on his waist once again. Everything had happened so fast that Yunho's eyes widened in shock. The ambience music pounded around them, loud and intense, fake thunder rumbling somewhere beneath it. They stood hidden in the darkness between the wall and the drapes, where Yunho could just barely see out into the hallway they had come from.
''Mingi?'' Yunho mumbled, pure confusion in his voice as his eyebrows lifted and he looked over at him.
''They won't see us here,'' Mingi said.
As he spoke, his hands began to move.
''What?'' Yunho asked, completely caught off guard, staring at him in disbelief.
Then he felt Mingi's hands catch on the fabric of his shirt, dragging it free from beneath his sweatpants.
Yunho gasped. His own hand immediately came up, pressing down on Mingi's wrists to stop him.
''Are you fucking crazy?'' Yunho demanded, completely dumbfounded.
''We can't,'' he continued, his voice low and tense.
''Why? Are you loud?'' Mingi asked with a smirk.
He let Yunho keep his hands on his wrists, but it did little to stop him. Instead, his hands moved to Yunho's hips, catching the waistband of his sweatpants and tugging them down in one smooth motion.
Yunho gasped sharply, his heart dropping to his stomach. His hand immediately shot down, grabbing the front of his pants in a desperate attempt to keep them up as much as he could.
What shocked him even more, however, was when Mingi suddenly crouched down.
Getting on his knees right in front of him, Mingi's hands settled on the backs of Yunho's calves, gripping them gently before his thumbs began to massage over the muscles. Yunho could only stare down at him in complete shock.
''Let me make you feel good,'' Mingi said, his voice deep and low.
Yunho's mouth parted.
It was the craziest thing he had ever experienced, both during and before his career as a public figure. Despite everything screaming that this was insane, his body reacted anyway. He felt the rush of blood leave his head, heat spreading down through his body. A familiar stirring bloomed low in his stomach, growing stronger as it spread through him and settled heavily in his flaccid cock.
Back out in the hallway, Yunho heard the next pair enter. A guy stepped in first, with a woman behind him clinging to his back the same way Mingi had clung to Yunho earlier. His heart kicked up a notch when he saw the guy glance around, taking in the surroundings. For a second, Yunho was certain they were about to be spotted.
But they weren't.
The figure in the hatch scared them first. Both of them screamed and stumbled, completely distracted by the scare. They never noticed Yunho. It was too dark, too hidden from the hallway. A moment later they moved on, seemingly not even noticing the discarded camera lying on the floor.
''Fuck...'' Yunho sighed.
His hands were still gripping his sweatpants as he felt the other man's gaze fixed on him.
Unfortunately, his resolve was slowly starting to crack. Never a fan. That was what he had always told himself.
But then he looked down at Mingi and saw those large, round eyes staring up at him. There was no mistaking what Mingi wanted. Even though Yunho had been with men before, had his dick sucked before, had tried enough things to know what he liked and what he didn't, no man had ever looked at him like this while already on his knees.
At the same time, the whole thing left him uneasy. Mingi didn't really know him.
He didn't know what kind of person Yunho was away from the camera. He only knew the version of him that existed online, and now the only reason he knew Yunho liked men at all was because Yunho had kissed him back.
''You're not recording me, are you?'' Yunho asked, uncertainty and unease creeping into his voice.
Surprise flashed across Mingi's face as he looked up at him. Yunho watched him swallow hard, his plump lips slightly parted from his breathing, before he quickly shook his head.
Yunho's heart continued hammering as Mingi rose to his feet. Then, to his surprise, Mingi pulled out his phone and immediately held it out to him.
Confused, Yunho took it without much thought.
The screen lit up to reveal a drawing of a baby chick against a bright yellow background. It was a strangely cute wallpaper for a man like Mingi, which somehow both made sense and didn't at the same time. A few notifications sat on the lock screen, but it was the iMessage notification that caught his attention.
Youngie: why the fuck are u in Yunho's stream?
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Yunho's mouth.
At the same time, he noticed there was no icon or symbol suggesting Mingi was recording anything.
Movement caught his eye, and when Yunho looked back up at Mingi, his heart nearly stopped.
Mingi pulled his black shirt over his head in one smooth motion, exposing his upper body.
Yunho's eyes widened as they dropped to Mingi's torso. His body was soft, yet defined. The lines of his abs faded into softer contours as they reached his lower stomach. His pecs were firm, capped with darker, round nipples. His arms weren't flexed, leaving them looking softer than they would have otherwise, but they were still big — definitely bigger than Yunho's. Without the shirt, the shape of his frame stood out even more; broad shoulders narrowing into a smaller waist.
Mingi slipped his hands into his pockets again and turned them inside out, flipping them forward to show they were empty before looking back up at Yunho.
Yunho's gaze snapped to Mingi's face, still confused and completely speechless, but fuck. Mingi's face. Mingi's body. It was almost overwhelming. At that point, Yunho wanted Mingi to hurry the fuck up and just fuck him.
The pockets were empty, and Yunho assumed that would be the end of it — it wasn't.
Adding to his shock, Mingi untied the bow at his waist and immediately slipped his hands beneath the waistband.
He bent down to pull them off and stepped out of them, which Yunho thought was a bit excessive, but then he gasped hard.
Mingi's cock hung half-hard as he straightened back up, and Yunho couldn't stop himself from staring. His eyes widened, his mouth parting almost completely in shock.
Yunho felt dizzy, like none of this was real. There was no way he was standing in a haunted house at a random amusement park during Halloween with a fan completely naked in front of him, his cock hanging there like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Mingi was well-hung too. Even without being fully hard, he was clearly well endowed, but it was the girth that made Yunho swallow hard. They couldn't have sex, not here like this, but looking at him felt like someone had put a piece of meat in front of a starving lion and expected it not to stare.
He could see the veins along Mingi's cock as it slowly hardened. They hadn't even done anything, and Mingi was already getting hard. The head was darker, more flushed than the shaft, while the base was covered by a trimmed layer of hair, groomed without being completely bare.
Yunho couldn't stop staring. His eyes seemed frozen in place, his face stuck in pure disbelief. Everything about Mingi drew his attention; his face, his chest, the definition of his abs, the taper of his waist, his hips, his stupidly big dick, and those thick, muscular thighs that looked like they could crush Yunho's skull. Every part of him seemed to send heat straight down through Yunho's body. He wasn't hard yet, but fuck, he was getting there.
''No camera,'' Mingi suddenly said, pulling Yunho out of his daze.
''Huh?'' Yunho asked, blinking a few times before finally dragging his gaze back up to Mingi's face.
Mingi simply looked back at him and spread his arms, as if showing he had nothing to hide, showing that he was completely bare.
''I got nothing,'' Mingi said as he slowly turned around.
Yunho's eyes immediately dropped to Mingi's ass, and the motherfucker somehow had a big, plump ass on top of everything else. If he hadn't already been so worked up by that point, he probably would've been annoyed that one man seemed to have everything going for him.
''I... I see that,'' Yunho said, lifting the hand that still held Mingi's phone and gesturing for him to stop. ''You don't have to do all that.''
When Mingi turned back around to face him, Yunho quickly looked away. He knew that if he looked directly at him again, his eyes would just end up glued to Mingi's dick. He handed the phone back, and Mingi took it without a word. A second later, Yunho heard the soft thud as Mingi tossed it onto the pile of clothes on the floor.
Movement caught the corner of his eye.
Mingi was lowering himself onto his knees again, settling right in front of Yunho and his cock. Once again, he looked up at him with those big eyes, silently asking for a taste.
Yunho's heart was beating so hard it almost hurt. Nothing about this felt real. It felt like some bizarre fever dream, not because he didn't want it and not because Mingi seemed malicious or strange in any way, but because of the risk, because of how he had somehow ended up here. He hadn't even wanted to go through the haunted house in the first place. He'd been pressured into it, and now there was a naked man on his knees in front of him, waiting for the chance to suck his dick.
''Shit...'' Yunho mumbled under his breath.
Warmth gathered low in his stomach, accompanied by a faint tingling sensation that slowly spread downward. He could feel it travel from the base of his cock toward the tip, heat steadily building as his cock gradually hardened.
He looked down, only to be met by those same large, round eyes staring back up at him, patiently waiting for permission.
Yunho couldn't stop the images from forcing their way into his head. Mingi's plump lips wrapped around his cock. The warmth of his mouth. Those wide eyes looking up at him. The way Mingi seemed to be begging for it without saying a word, not because Yunho had forced him down there, not because he was being used, but because Mingi wanted it. Because Mingi had put himself there.
The thoughts only kept coming. His cum on Mingi's lips, on his face, on his tongue, disappearing down his throat.
Whether Mingi wanted anything in return, Yunho didn't know. At that point, he didn't really care either.
''Be quick,'' Yunho said in a low voice, finally moving his hand away.
Mingi's face lit up immediately. His hands moved to Yunho's sweatpants, dragging them down until they met the black boxers underneath. The red waistband sat high enough to be visible, the word Marvel printed across the front. White webs and little Spider-Man figures shooting webs were scattered across the fabric.
Mingi glanced up, a small smirk pulling at his lips.
Yunho immediately furrowed his eyebrows, warmth rushing into his cheeks.
''I like Spider-Man,'' he muttered defensively.
Mingi hummed, his smile widening.
His fingers slipped beneath the red waistband, and Yunho drew in a deep breath. His eyes fluttered as he watched Mingi slowly pull his boxers down.
He had completely forgotten what it felt like to be exposed in front of another man. It had really been that long since he had gotten any action. For years, it had only been himself.
At least he kept himself groomed. More than groomed, really. The only person who ever saw his cock and ass was Justine, the woman who did his waxing. Yunho had always preferred being completely smooth. It felt better, and if he was being honest, he thought his dick looked prettier that way too. He wasn't packing that much, but maybe that would just make things easier for Mingi.
''Who do you keep yourself this pretty for?'' Mingi asked, his voice deep.
As he spoke, his hand slowly dragged up Yunho's thigh, inching closer to his bare balls. The touch made Yunho's breath hitch. He felt his cock twitch as blood rushed through him.
The question pulled a small, breathless laugh from him.
''You want me to say you?'' Yunho asked.
Mingi's grin widened as he stared up at him, then gave a few short nods.
Yunho's eyebrows rose, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
''Who do you keep yourself this pretty for?'' Mingi repeated, the smile never leaving his lips.
''You, Mingi,'' Yunho replied, drawing his name out slightly in a soft, low voice.
Apparently satisfied with the answer, Mingi's hand came up and cupped Yunho's balls, his fingers wrapping around the base of his cock in a single motion.
Yunho's teeth clenched immediately, a sharp hiss escaping from deep in his chest. Mingi's hand fit around him perfectly, large enough to cup his balls completely. The warmth radiating from his palm shot through Yunho's body, making his cock and balls twitch. It wasn't just the heat, though. It was the feeling he had almost forgotten—the feeling of being touched by someone else.
''Fuck—'' Yunho breathed out.
His knees felt weaker beneath him, and he leaned back against the cool wall to keep himself steady.
The air inside the haunted house was humid, and being tucked away backstage only made it worse. The heat from the machinery mixed with the lingering warmth trapped inside the attraction, all of it clashing with the faint coolness drifting in from the October night outside.
Being touched like this again sent a sense of relief through Yunho's entire body, even as it made every muscle tense.
Mingi kneaded him gently with one hand, slowly massaging and coaxing blood through him. A warm tingling sensation spread through Yunho's cock, all the way to the head. His other hand moved over Yunho's calf in slow strokes. Whether he meant it to calm him down or not didn't matter. It only made the whole thing feel more intimate.
His cock filled out over the next minute or two beneath Mingi's touch as he continued firmly kneading the balls cupped in his palm. Then Mingi's hand shifted, wrapping fully around Yunho's shaft.
A shaky breath escaped through Yunho's nose, his lips pressed tightly together.
He looked down and immediately met Mingi's eyes. Mingi was staring right back up at him, focused completely on Yunho, watching every reaction that crossed his face. Unable to hold the eye contact for long, Yunho's gaze dropped away and settled on his own cock in Mingi's grip. His fan's grip.
Mingi couldn't fully wrap his hand around it. Yunho wasn't that small, but Mingi still managed to hold a decent amount in his grip. He didn't move his hand at all, just kept it there, and Yunho found himself having to actively resist the urge to push forward and fuck himself into Mingi's palm.
''You use it, or is it...'' Mingi started, his voice low and smooth as he looked up at Yunho. ''Useless?''
Yunho shifted his weight slightly. He felt unsteady, his focus shaky. A quiet cough left him as he cleared his throat before answering.
''I—I don't use it,'' Yunho said, his voice breathless and uneven.
The corner of Mingi's mouth twitched upward for a moment, his eyes practically gleaming with satisfaction. He adjusted Yunho's cock slightly, angling it upward and exposing the underside.
''Ever?'' Mingi asked, tilting his head.
A breathless chuckle escaped Yunho at the question.
''Lately,'' Yunho corrected weakly.
''How long?'' Mingi asked.
His grip tightened just slightly, but it was enough to make Yunho's breath catch in his throat and force a weak “ah” from him.
''Uh...'' Yunho let out shakily, trying to think through the fog in his head. At that point, all he wanted was for Mingi to finally put his mouth on him, to wrap those full lips around his cock. The warmth of his hand felt good, but it wasn't enough, especially when he wasn't even stroking him yet.
''F-five years... maybe,'' Yunho finally admitted.
His hips shifted forward ever so slightly in an unconscious, desperate search for friction.
''Been streaming while pent up?'' Mingi asked as he finally moved his hand.
Though his palm was dry and the stroke wasn't as pleasurable as it could have been, it was still enough. Mingi's hand slowly glided up toward the tip, his large grip surrounding almost Yunho's entire shaft, and the sensation pulled a broken exhale from him. His knees nearly buckled beneath him.
A faint chuckle left Mingi, probably at how pathetic the reaction was to something so small, but Yunho tried not to think about it.
''I jerk off,'' Yunho muttered, almost defensively.
Mingi only hummed in response, and then, finally, after five years, Yunho felt the soft, wet glide of a tongue across the head of his cock.
His knees nearly gave out beneath him. His hand flew down to grab Mingi's hair just to keep himself upright, a broken moan escaping from deep in his chest. Every part of his body felt hot. His cock seemed to ache for more while at the same time almost celebrating the simple fact that someone else was touching him again.
When he looked down, Mingi was hovering right in front of him, his eyes lifted as he watched the pleasure spread across Yunho's face.
''I just started and you're already like this?'' Mingi asked.
Yunho could hear the teasing in his voice. It wasn't exactly humiliating, but it still made him feel defensive.
''It's been five years, you dick,'' Yunho shot back, though his voice nearly cracked into a whine by the end.
''You do nothing alone?'' Mingi asked.
His tone was far too casual for Yunho's liking. Mingi seemed completely unbothered by the situation despite being the one who had pushed for this in the first place, while Yunho felt like he was the one falling apart.
Mingi gave another lick, barely more than a teasing brush of his tongue. It wasn't enough. A strained whine escaped Yunho as he arched slightly against the wall, the back of his head pressed firmly against it while he tried to chase something stronger than what Mingi was giving him.
''Fuck... please,'' Yunho groaned, the words coming out embarrassingly whiny.
''What do you do alone?'' Mingi asked, ignoring the plea.
''Why... why are you dragging this out?'' Yunho asked, sounding almost desperate enough to sob.
''Do you use toys?'' Mingi continued, still ignoring him.
His hand squeezed harder around Yunho's cock just once, but once was enough. Yunho arched further, a groan pushing through his gritted teeth. His cock was aching for more, desperate for another lick.
''Yes! Yes, yes—'' Yunho blurted out, hoping that if he answered Mingi's stupid questions, he'd finally get what he wanted.
''What ki—''
''I don't know, fucking—'' Yunho cut him off immediately. ''Plugs, all sizes. Rings, pocket pussy,'' he started.
''I have so, so many dragon dildos, all sizes. Pump, fuck—'' Yunho continued, unable to stop himself.
''Vibrators, cage—'' he got out before a deep, raw moan tore from his chest.
His eyebrows furrowed and his back arched hard as Mingi finally wrapped his plump, soft, warm lips around the entire head of his cock. His tongue immediately found the sensitive underside, tasting him at last.
His hand tightened in Mingi's hair, partly to keep himself steady and partly to hold onto some sense of control that felt like it was slipping away from him.
Mingi's tongue moved over him steadily, exploring every sensitive spot it could find. He sucked lightly now and then, just enough to deepen the pressure and make the sensation stronger. One hand remained wrapped firmly around the base of Yunho's cock while the other stayed on his calf, the warmth of his palm slowly seeping through his skin.
Yunho's chest rose and fell heavily as his cock experienced another person's mouth for the first time in years.
He had never been someone who slept around. He had never been into one-night stands. But before all this, he'd had sex regularly enough. Whether he topped or bottomed had never mattered much, even if he had always preferred bottoming. He liked the feeling of being full. Having someone inside him had always felt like the closest another person could physically get.
Going celibate for five years had been difficult at first. He missed being touched. If he was honest, he missed having a boyfriend even more. Eventually he had learned to take care of himself, learned how to ignore the absence and live with it.
Now, being reminded of what another person felt like was more overwhelming than he ever could have imagined. Mingi was waking up nerves he had forgotten existed, touching parts of him he hadn't even realized he had stopped looking for.
His chest rose and fell heavily, his mouth hanging open as he tried to pull in as much air as possible. The screams and effects from the haunted house had faded into the background, distant and distorted, like they belonged to another world entirely.
Mingi's lips pressed lower, the pressure intensified by the teeth hidden behind them as he took more of Yunho's cock into his mouth. The moan that came from Yunho was almost silent, trapped somewhere inside him. He could feel it in his chest, could feel his throat trying to force it out, but it never fully escaped.
The wet heat of Mingi's mouth, the slick softness of his cheeks as they hollowed around him — it was overwhelming. His cock was trapped in a small, tight, wet space, and Yunho wasn't sure he ever wanted to leave it.
His balls clenched hard and refused to relax. He could feel himself leaking now, precum slowly oozing from the tip, only for Mingi to take it without ever letting his cock leave his mouth. At the same time, Mingi began slowly stroking the part of him his mouth couldn't reach.
Without thinking, without meaning to, Yunho accidentally thrust forward, desperate for more. A deep sound tore from him, somewhere between a groan and a moan, as his cock brushed the back of Mingi's throat.
A hard slap landed against the side of his thigh, Mingi's hand having left his calf.
The sharp sting snapped Yunho back to himself. Realizing what he had done, he immediately pulled back and loosened his grip in Mingi's hair.
'''m sorry...'' Yunho said, his voice low and weak.
He didn't really feel bad, but he felt like he should apologize. Mingi's mouth felt unreal, like nothing but warmth and softness wrapped around him, leaving Yunho struggling to think straight.
Thin strings of saliva still connected Mingi's lips to Yunho's flushed, leaking cock. Mingi coughed a few times, having let go of him to hold the upper part of his throat. A few tears clung to his cheeks from having been hit so deep.
''I was getting there, fuck...'' Mingi muttered, his voice weaker now.
For some reason, that filled Yunho with a small sense of pride.
''You feel too good,'' Yunho said.
His voice was still weak, but he tried to make it sound as sultry as he could in his current state, and apparently it was enough. Mingi blinked a few times, trying to clear away the tears, but his eyes immediately snapped back up to Yunho the moment he heard the praise.
He licked his lips, then caught his lower lip between his teeth.
''You wanna fuck it?'' Mingi asked. His tone tried to sound casual, steady even, but the eagerness kept slipping through. His eyes were wide and expectant as he looked up at him.
Yunho's eyebrows lifted in surprise.
''Really?'' he asked.
Mingi nodded enthusiastically, his eyes silently pleading.
Yunho watched in slight disbelief as Mingi positioned himself in front of him once again. Then his mouth opened fully, waiting. His tongue rested flat, his lips flushed red and fuller than ever, making the sight even more tempting.
Keeping one hand buried in Mingi's hair, Yunho lowered his free hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock. Mingi's eyes immediately dropped to it, nearly going cross-eyed as it moved closer to his face.
Almost instinctively, Mingi's tongue slipped forward a little, eager to get closer, eager for a taste. Saliva coated it completely. He was salivating so much it looked close to dripping.
The sight drove Yunho insane. A broad, muscular man, covered in body hair, completely naked and on his knees in front of him with his mouth open and those wide, expectant eyes fixed on him.
A sharp inhale caught in Yunho's chest the moment the tip of his cock met Mingi's warm, slick tongue again. He tapped it there a few times, thin strings of saliva stretching between them each time he pulled back. Mingi's tongue twitched beneath him, visibly restraining itself from moving as he let Yunho guide the contact.
Whether he was teasing Mingi or teasing himself, Yunho couldn't tell.
He let it rest on Mingi's tongue, and with his hand still buried in Mingi's hair, he slowly pushed deeper. He kept his eyes on Mingi's, telling himself it was to watch for any sign that Mingi needed him to stop, but the truth was that he simply wanted to see Mingi take all of him. Yunho was only around average, maybe five inches hard, and a small part of him silently hoped it would be enough to pull choking sounds from Mingi's throat.
Mingi's eyes remained fixed on him, wide and round beneath lashes damp from tears that had dried on his flushed cheeks. As Yunho's cock steadily slid deeper, Mingi's expression barely changed. Instead, Yunho could feel the adjustments happening around him. Mingi's tongue flattened further beneath him, his throat relaxing as he welcomed him in.
By the time Mingi's lips were pressed against the base of his cock, a shaky breath escaped Yunho's mouth. He could feel Mingi's throat tightening and relaxing around him, working to adjust to the intrusion. Through it all, Mingi never looked away.
The eye contact was almost unbearable.
Looking down at him, seeing fresh tears slowly gathering while Mingi stared up with his mouth sealed around him, made the whole thing feel intensely intimate. The feeling hit Yunho so hard he thought he could come right there.
He slowly pulled back out, and as he did, Mingi pressed his tongue against the underside of his cock. He wasn't aiming for any specific spot since he couldn't see what he was doing, but his tongue still traced softly along the veins as Yunho slid through his mouth.
Yunho's grip tightened in Mingi's hair, though his pace never changed. His mouth fell open in a silent moan, his eyebrows lifting as Mingi's lips stayed wrapped around him, his tongue gliding along the length of Yunho's cock.
He slowed until only the tip remained inside.
Mingi's tongue moved immediately, circling the tip again before pressing the firm point of it against Yunho's glands.
''Fuck, Mingi...'' Yunho mumbled, more to himself than to Mingi.
A quiet, weak, whiny moan slipped from his lips as he felt his balls clench and unclench. Mingi must have heard it, felt it, or simply sensed it, because he instantly relaxed his mouth again. His lips parted slightly, keeping his teeth clear just before Yunho pushed back in to the base.
A loud, raw moan tore from Yunho as his head tipped back. The warmth engulfed him once more, Mingi's throat tightening around him in a way that felt almost perfect. When Yunho pulled back out, Mingi's soft lips and tongue stroked along his cock, only for Yunho to push back in just as hard.
''Oh, fuck—'' he groaned, the sound desperate and raw.
The wet sounds grew louder with every thrust, increasingly lewd as saliva spilled from the corners of Mingi's mouth. Yunho kept a firm grip in his hair, holding his head steady as he pushed into the warm, wet tightness of his throat.
His balls struck Mingi's chin each time Yunho fucked down his throat, while Mingi's tongue stayed pressed along the underside of his cock whenever he slid back out. The heat building low in Yunho's stomach was becoming unbearable, the tingling sensation spreading through him until it felt like he could explode at any second.
Mingi's mouth was almost passive in the way he took him. He said nothing, did nothing except keep his mouth open and his throat relaxed. Drool coated his lips and chin, dripping freely as Yunho used him.
Tears streamed from Mingi's eyes, yet he never once looked away. If anything, the expression on his face looked even more blissful than Yunho felt. It was as though Mingi's pleasure came entirely from giving himself over to it, from letting Yunho use his mouth like it was one of his toys.
His balls clenched hard as his breathing grew heavier, the pressure building steadily as he felt himself getting closer. Mingi's hands remained wrapped around Yunho's calves, simply holding him there while Yunho used him. He was so hard it almost hurt, and the only thing easing the ache was Mingi's mouth.
''Mingi... 'm gon—'' was all Yunho managed to get out.
His moans had dissolved into broken, breathless sounds, embarrassingly whiny every time they escaped him. With one final thrust, he pushed himself down as far as he could go, pressing Mingi's face as close as possible until he could feel the tip of Mingi's nose against him. Mingi's hands tightened hard around his calves, as though bracing himself. Around Yunho's cock, his throat struggled to stay relaxed beneath the force of the push.
With a sobbing moan and his eyes squeezed shut, he came deep down Mingi's throat. There was no way for Mingi to avoid swallowing it, and Yunho could feel his throat working to stay relaxed, fighting not to choke. He heard small sounds of struggle, Mingi trying to swallow around him, but it only seemed to draw more from him. His throat tightened and relaxed around Yunho's cock, coaxing every last drop out.
Dazed, Yunho looked down at him.
His mouth hung open as he breathed, sweat running down his temples. Somewhere in the distance, someone screamed. The machinery continued cycling through its effects, ambient music filling the attraction, but it all felt impossibly far away.
None of it mattered.
His hand loosened from Mingi's hair and fell to his side. One of Mingi's hands left Yunho's calf and moved up to hold the base of his cock. Slowly, he pulled himself off, keeping his lips wrapped softly around him as he did. It should have pushed Yunho toward overstimulation, but instead it felt strangely warm and comforting.
His softening cock finally slipped free of Mingi's mouth, thin strings of saliva stretching between them as Mingi leaned back before folding forward. The cooler air immediately brushed against Yunho's cock, sending a small shiver through him.
He stood there breathing heavily, looking down at Mingi. Mingi was breathing hard too, his mouth parted as his other hand left Yunho's calf and came up to gently cradle his own sore throat after being relentlessly used.
''Thank you,'' Mingi said hoarsely.
Yunho's eyebrow twitched, wanting to arch in confusion, but he felt too drained to manage it. All he could do was let out a weak, quiet hum in response.
Mingi leaned forward again and dragged his tongue slowly over the sensitive head of Yunho's softening cock. Yunho flinched, instinctively pulling his hips back as the lingering sensitivity edged toward overstimulation.
With his back still against the wall, he slowly slid downward until he settled onto the cool, hard vinyl floor with a small huff.
One leg stretched out while he kept the other bent, his heavy eyelids blinking lazily through the exhaustion. Somewhere in the haze, he felt Mingi grab the waistband of his sweatpants, which had slipped down below his knees by now, and Yunho let him pull them the rest of the way off.
Between the exhaustion, the lingering pleasure, and the effort it took just to stay aware of his own body, Yunho barely registered Mingi untying his Converse and pulling them off along with the sweatpants, leaving him sitting there in nothing but his Spider-Man shirt and a pair of white socks.
Mingi scooted closer and lifted Yunho's legs, settling them in his arms as he positioned himself between them. Yunho's eyes widened the moment he noticed Mingi's cock, achingly hard and leaking precum as it stood against his stomach. His gaze immediately snapped back up to Mingi's face, silently asking what the fuck he thought he was doing.
Mingi blinked a few times in quick succession, his eyelids fluttering as though he was caught in his own headspace and struggling to keep up with everything happening around him.
''I can make you feel so much better than that,'' Mingi said, his voice breathless from arousal, deep and rough around the edges.
Yunho's eyebrows lifted, his lips parting as he found himself completely speechless. He smacked them together, trying to gather enough saliva to ease the dryness in his mouth, and a faint smile tugged at Mingi's lips as he watched.
''H-here?'' Yunho asked.
The word came out almost disbelieving. His voice was so weak and breathless that it was barely audible beneath the distant screams, machinery, and ambient noise filling the haunted house.
Mingi immediately nodded, quick and eager, holding Yunho's gaze the entire time.
''Mingi...'' Yunho said tiredly.
Mingi hummed right away.
''I'm not...'' Yunho started before letting out a small, exhausted sigh. ''I'm not prepared at all.''
''I don't mind,'' Mingi replied lightly.
His hands moved to Yunho's inner thighs, gently caressing them. He wasn't trying to touch Yunho's tired cock, only soothe him.
Yunho grimaced slightly. His heavy eyes wandered around the room, but everything was swallowed by darkness. He could make out a few cords on the floor and what looked like a table on wheels. Then he turned his attention toward the hallway. It still seemed far enough away, and from where they sat, the light didn't quite reach them.
Two guys entered the hallway, laughing among themselves as they walked past nearby.
The guys looked around the room, and one of them glanced toward Yunho. His heart beat a little faster at that, but he was too tired to really react. He simply watched as the guy looked directly toward where he was sitting. He should've seen Yunho, but he didn't. His eyes moved forward again, his expression never changing as the duo continued walking until they disappeared from sight.
''Shit...'' Yunho sighed before looking back at Mingi, whose eyes had drifted down toward Yunho's crotch and soft thighs.
''Why?'' Yunho asked, uncertainty lingering in his voice.
He didn't get it; Mingi was a fan, sure, but he wasn't recording him, and he wasn't creepy in the way some fans could be. Yunho just couldn't understand why Mingi was so eager to fuck him, especially in a place like this after they had only just met. And he didn't understand why he had agreed to any of it in the first place.
''Why what?'' Mingi asked, tilting his head slightly, confusion flickering across his face.
''You obsessed or something?'' Yunho asked with a breathless chuckle.
He tried to make it sound light, like a joke, but the concern underneath was real.
Luckily, Mingi didn't seem offended. His eyebrows lifted and a small grin spread across his lips. That only made Yunho more confused. He couldn't tell if it was the reaction of someone who'd just been called out, or if Mingi genuinely found the idea ridiculous. Either way, the concern lingered.
''I barely watch you,'' Mingi admitted, amusement still in his voice.
Yunho's eyebrows furrowed immediately, though more from confusion than anything else.
''I thought you were a fan?'' Yunho said, the words coming out more like a question.
''I am, but I have a job too,'' Mingi replied with a chuckle.
''I can't spend all my time on Twitch,'' he continued, arching an eyebrow.
Yunho's lips pursed slightly. A small part of him was oddly disappointed that Mingi wasn't one of his regular viewers, but he kept the faint smile on his face anyway.
''What... what do you do?'' Yunho asked softly.
Mingi looked amused, and maybe Yunho should've realized why. They were both naked, Mingi's hard cock resting between them, Yunho had only just been drained, and yet he was sitting there asking ordinary get-to-know-you questions.
''Uhh...'' Mingi let out, chuckling softly.
''I'm an electrician,'' he said, his smile never quite leaving his lips.
''Oh really?'' Yunho's eyebrows lifted, genuinely impressed. ''That's cool.''
Mingi hummed, his hands continuing their slow path along Yunho's inner thighs.
''You must make a decent amount too, then?'' Yunho asked without much thought, glancing over at him.
One of Mingi's eyebrows rose, amusement and disbelief flickering across his face.
''You got a thing for money?'' Mingi asked teasingly.
Yunho's mouth parted in surprise. He blinked a few times as he processed the accusation.
''Oh no, I—'' he started to defend himself, but the smirk tugging at Mingi's lips made the words die in his throat.
''I like buying things,'' Yunho muttered instead.
Mingi giggled, and his hands slid from Yunho's thighs to his hips, gently wrapping around them.
Yunho's eyes widened, heat rushing into his cheeks as Mingi leaned closer. His breath caught when he felt Mingi pressed against him between their bodies, Mingi's face now so close that Yunho could feel the warmth of his breath. He could feel Mingi looking at him, could feel the weight of his attention resting entirely on his face.
Yunho bit at his lips, more nervous chewing than anything remotely seductive, his heart beating faster the closer Mingi got.
His eyes flicked between one of Mingi's eyes and the other, struggling to hold his gaze when they were close enough that their noses could have brushed.
''Want me to buy you pretty things?'' Mingi asked, his voice low.
He tilted his head slightly as he held Yunho's gaze.
Yunho closed his mouth long enough to swallow hard before parting his lips again. He tried to answer. His lips moved. He started to speak. But nothing came out.
''I'll buy you whatever you want,'' Mingi whispered before softly pressing his lips against Yunho's.
Yunho immediately kissed him back, closing his eyes as he let himself focus on Mingi. His lips were still a little swollen, still warm and damp from the blowjob. He didn't care that his own cock had just been in Mingi's mouth. He wanted to be close. Their noses brushed against each other's cheeks as he let Mingi lead the kiss.
When Mingi pulled back, he only moved far enough to break it, staying right in front of Yunho's face.
''I'll get you new wire strippers,'' Yunho said with a small smirk.
Mingi immediately chuckled, the sound warm and genuine, and Yunho couldn't help but giggle in return.
''Thank you,'' Mingi replied softly before pressing one last gentle kiss to Yunho's lips.
Then he straightened up and shuffled back slightly. Yunho watched him with a confused look. Mingi's hands slid down to his thighs instead, the warmth leaving Yunho's hips.
Without warning, Mingi pulled him down.
A sharp gasp escaped Yunho as his eyes widened from the sudden movement. His hands immediately planted on the floor while Mingi brought his legs up and bent them, leaving Yunho flat on his back.
''Mingi—'' Yunho started, his voice unsteady.
He lifted his head slightly and tried to pull his legs away, but Mingi kept a firm hold on them, positioned between them.
''You just gotta lay there,'' Mingi said.
He sat back on his knees while pressing Yunho's legs down, his thighs against Yunho's chest as he folded him further. Yunho could feel himself being held open, his flaccid cock resting against his pelvis while Mingi kept him in place.
Yunho squirmed, trying to lower his legs, but Mingi was too strong.
''Mingi, we can't do that here! I'm not prepared or—''
''I can take care of you, Yunho,'' Mingi said softly, brushing aside everything Yunho was trying to say.
Yunho wanted it, but this wasn't the place. He hadn't cleaned up. He hadn't prepared at all. He hadn't been opened up, and even if they somehow had the time, who was to say they'd have enough of it for that and for Mingi to fuck him afterward? They didn't even have lube or condoms.
''It's gonna hurt,'' Yunho mumbled, his lips pouting slightly.
Whenever he was alone, he used what most people would probably call an excessive amount of lube. He liked everything drenched in it—wet, slick, slippery. It ended up all over him and all over his bed, and he loved it that way. The thought of using only spit, without even the lubrication from a condom, sounded miserable.
''I have lube,'' Mingi said quietly, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Yunho's eyebrows pulled together immediately, confusion and uncertainty crossing his face.
''Why?'' he asked.
''Cause...'' Mingi drawled, the smirk never leaving. His eyes drifted away, like he suddenly couldn't bring himself to look Yunho in the eye.
''Your friends said you just saw me here and decided to approach,'' Yunho said flatly. He wasn't upset, just trying to understand.
''They did!'' Mingi said quickly, looking back at him.
''And... they told me,'' he added, flashing a toothy grin as though that would somehow make him look innocent.
''Oh, so you were counting on this?'' Yunho asked, a soft chuckle slipping out.
''I was hoping,'' Mingi replied, still wearing that same toothy grin.
He finally let go of Yunho's legs. Yunho lowered his feet to the floor but didn't move from where he sat. His hands settled on his stomach as he absentmindedly played with the fabric of his shirt.
Mingi reached behind himself and rummaged through his clothes. Yunho got confirmation of what he was looking for when Mingi turned back around and held up a bottle with large letters across the front that read Easy Anal Gel.
It wasn't an expensive brand, but it worked. Over the years, Yunho had become annoyingly picky when it came to lube. He hated numbing lubes, preferred something lightly scented, and mostly just wanted an easy, comfortable glide rather than anything that dulled sensation. Still, it was better than nothing, and for a situation like this, it was more than good enough.
''Condoms?'' Yunho asked, dragging his eyes away from the bottle.
Mingi's lips parted slightly before pressing together.
Disappointment immediately settled in Yunho's stomach.
''You forgot?'' he asked, sounding mildly annoyed.
''No...'' Mingi mumbled. ''I didn't want them.''
Yunho's eyebrows drew together.
''You're clear? You just... never have sex or what?'' he asked, disbelief creeping into his voice.
''I do, but I wear condoms,'' Mingi replied, his lips pulling into a slight pout as though that would somehow help his case.
''Until now?'' Yunho asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mingi grinned and hummed as he nodded.
Then he leaned over Yunho, forcing Yunho to tilt his head back to keep looking into his eyes.
''Fucking them raw wouldn't be the same as with you,'' Mingi said.
His hair hung forward, framing his face as he looked down at Yunho. Honestly, Yunho could get used to having Mingi hovering over him like this. The problem was that what Mingi was saying made absolutely no sense.
''You're romantic,'' Yunho said, the corner of his mouth curving upward.
Mingi's grin widened immediately, his tongue slipping out to lick the corner of his mouth as he kept his eyes on Yunho.
''But also full of shit,'' Yunho added, tilting his head slightly. His own hair fell across his forehead, a few strands drifting close to his eyes.
Mingi chuckled, apparently not offended in the slightest.
''I'm not lying,'' he said.
''You were gonna fuck me without knowing if I was sick or not?'' Yunho asked, disbelief obvious in his voice. Maybe Mingi's logic made sense to himself, but it definitely didn't make sense to him.
''Yeah, I'd be fine getting the clap from you,'' Mingi replied without thinking, his grin never leaving his lips.
Yunho immediately scowled and lifted a hand to smack Mingi's chest. He ignored the firm muscle beneath his palm and acted like he hadn't noticed it at all.
Mingi laughed, his eyes narrowing into small crescents. Yunho hated how cute he was. He hated how hot he was, how attractive he was. It was unbearable, and it made saying no feel nearly impossible.
''I can't say the same,'' Yunho said, shaking his head, though the smile never quite left his face.
Nothing Yunho threw at him seemed to bother Mingi. Another laugh escaped him, and there wasn't even a flicker of anything else on his face besides eagerness.
''Ah,'' Mingi said, tilting his head, his voice pitching slightly higher.
''I'm not lying!'' he insisted again, defensive but playful.
''Tell me why,'' Yunho replied, genuine curiosity in his tone despite the smirk tugging at his lips.
''No one but you is worth the risk of fucking raw,'' Mingi said, tilting his head again.
The sincerity in his voice was dangerous. Soft, genuine, unwavering. It settled low in Yunho's stomach and squeezed tight. He wanted to believe him.
At the same time, he didn't.
Because what could possibly make him so special to Mingi besides the fact that he was famous?
''You only like me because I'm famous,'' Yunho said with a mock pout.
''Nah,'' Mingi replied, the corners of his mouth lifting. ''But that is how I found you, yeah.''
''So you're obsessed and parasocial?'' Yunho asked, pursing his lips as he nodded to himself.
''Yeah,'' Mingi replied. ''Despite your ego.''
Yunho gasped in offense and smacked Mingi's chest again. Mingi only laughed harder.
''I don't have an ego,'' Yunho said defensively.
''Yeah, you do. You're one of those streamers,'' Mingi said softly.
Yunho's mouth immediately twisted into a pout.
''But that's fine,'' Mingi continued, his tone turning light again.
He settled back down between Yunho's legs. Yunho's eyes followed him, still quietly sulking to himself. Then Mingi reached for something out of sight.
Yunho's eyes widened the moment the bottle of lube came back into view. He watched Mingi bring it to his mouth, catch the small clear cap between his teeth, and bite it off before spitting it aside.
A generous amount pooled into Mingi's palm.
The sight alone made Yunho's heart pound. He parted his lips, ready to speak, ready to stop him, but nothing came out.
''I'll just fuck it out of you,'' Mingi said.
His voice was low and deep, but Yunho heard every word clearly.
His breath hitched immediately. The words alone made him practically flinch, his eyes fluttering as heat rushed through him.
He barely had time to register Mingi reaching down. He only realized what he was doing when he felt cold, wet fingers against him.
Yunho gasped sharply, his eyes flying wide as he scrambled away on instinct, startled by the sudden contact.
''Ah, Yunho, don't be so dramatic,'' Mingi said after Yunho had managed to pull himself out of reach. There was no real annoyance in his voice, only amusement, but it still made Yunho freeze.
''Don't be so dramatic?'' Yunho repeated in breathless disbelief.
Mingi grabbed his legs again and pulled him back down onto his back, bringing his knees up once more so he could reach him.
A quiet, uncertain whine slipped from Yunho.
It wasn't just that he hadn't cleaned himself, though he desperately hoped he wasn't dirty. It wasn't just that he was doing this with a man he'd met only a short while ago. It was where they were.
This was the risky part. The area they were hidden in was for employees. People probably came through here to grab equipment, move supplies, or clean. If anyone spotted them — an employee or even a guest who wandered the wrong way — both of them would be fucked.
But the scandal heading Yunho's way would be catastrophic.
''This is crazy, Mingi,'' Yunho mumbled, uncertainty clear in his voice.
''What is?'' Mingi asked.
Irritation bubbled up in Yunho for a brief moment before fading just as quickly. He opened his mouth to answer, ready to tell Mingi exactly what was crazy about this, but Mingi continued before he got the chance.
''That you're about to get fucked by a stranger while wearing nothing but a Spider-Man top in a haunted house at an amusement park with your stream still running on a discarded camera?'' Mingi asked casually.
Yunho's heart sank, but at the same time something stirred low in his stomach. Humiliation, maybe. Arousal, definitely.
He had completely forgotten about the camera. He didn't even know if it was still there. Maybe Twitch had shut the stream down after it had been left for so long. Maybe one of his mods had managed to turn it off. There was no way to know, and right now it felt irrelevant.
''Yes,'' Yunho mumbled quietly.
Mingi reached down again, the cold, wet finger finding him immediately. Yunho flinched and hissed through his teeth the moment he felt it. Mingi didn't comment on the reaction. He simply kept his eyes on Yunho's face while his finger slowly circled him, watching every expression that crossed it.
He absolutely loved having his hole played with — stretched, eaten, fingered, plugged, whatever it was. The act itself never mattered much. But this situation was bizarre, and the fact that he couldn't be completely sure he was clean made it far more stressful. He had showered shortly before leaving, so he should be fine.
He didn't have much time to think about it.
The moment he felt the finger press against the edge of his rim, Yunho's eyebrows drew together and his breath caught. Mingi slowly pushed the tip of his finger inside.
''I thought you played with toys, but a finger got you reacting like this?'' Mingi asked, his voice annoyingly teasing.
''I-I can take more,'' Yunho replied, immediately going on the defensive.
Defending what, exactly, he wasn't sure. Maybe his pride. Bragging about how much his asshole could take was never something he imagined himself doing, especially not to a fan.
''We'll see,'' Mingi murmured, his gaze drifting down Yunho's body.
Yunho didn't have the typical gamer body. Even though he didn't spend hours working out, he had hired enough people that he no longer had to sit through clipping, editing, thumbnails, emails, or fixing stream issues himself. He had time. Time to take care of himself, time to move, time to enjoy the gym.
He kept himself toned and firm, though his body softened when he relaxed.
When he noticed Mingi's eyes lingering on him, Yunho deliberately shifted. He twisted slightly where he lay, making the movement look natural while subtly accentuating his body. He arched just enough to make his waist look a little more inviting, a little more grabbable.
It seemed to work.
Mingi's gaze lingered on the exposed strip of skin where the hem of his shirt had ridden up. The fabric had bunched beneath one hand, leaving his belly button half visible. The stretch pulled the lines of his toned stomach taut, defining them more clearly as he moved.
Mingi's finger disappeared up to the knuckle. It didn't feel like much to Yunho, but he could still feel it there. More than that, he knew it was Mingi's. A quiet, broken exhale slipped from his parted lips as he looked at Mingi through hooded eyes.
Mingi's gaze remained fixed on Yunho's body, slowly traveling lower. It lingered for a moment on Yunho's flaccid cock resting against his pelvis before moving down to where his finger disappeared into him.
Yunho deliberately made his hole flutter around Mingi's finger while Mingi watched. The sight made Mingi's jaw tense, and Yunho caught the way he swallowed hard. Biting back a smile, Yunho gnawed lightly on his bottom lip as he watched him.
Mingi's thumb settled against Yunho's perineum, using it for support as he slowly drew his finger back out. He didn't pull out far, only to the middle phalanx, before pressing it back in again.
Yunho's eyes remained on Mingi, relaxed and slightly hooded. One finger really wasn't much. On its own, it barely did anything, though the simple fact that it belonged to Mingi made it feel different.
Mingi glanced back up at him, holding his gaze while keeping the same slow pace, drawing back slightly before easing in again.
''You're so slow,'' Yunho said, the corner of his mouth lifting.
Mingi huffed out a quiet laugh and licked his lips before looking down again. Yunho felt the finger retreat farther until it finally slipped free. The intrusion had been so slight that he didn't even tighten around the empty feeling it left behind.
''You don't think you need prep?'' Mingi asked while fiddling with something outside Yunho's view, presumably squeezing more lube into his hand.
''Yeah, but you're bad at it,'' Yunho shot back teasingly.
For a brief second, Mingi's jaw tensed, though the smirk never left his face. He wasn't actually bad at it. If anything, he was probably trying to take things slow for Yunho. The problem was that he was taking them way too slow.
Mingi didn't reply. He set the bottle aside and returned his attention to Yunho. The cool lube made Yunho tense for a moment before he adjusted to the sensation. Mingi slowly circled him again, spreading it around, and that was when Yunho realized it was now two fingers.
''I don't think you think that,'' Mingi said, glancing up to meet Yunho's eyes before letting his gaze drift back down to where his fingers moved.
''I can take more,'' Yunho said, his voice slipping into a whine despite the smile lingering on his parted lips.
''I know you can,'' Mingi replied, almost sounding like he was coaxing him. A smirk tugged at his mouth. ''Cause of them toys, yeah?''
Yunho hummed softly as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. Tilting his head slightly, he subtly shifted his body, trying to press himself against the slow, teasing circles.
''Do you wanna see me take them?'' Yunho asked, his voice low.
He slowly bit down on his lower lip as he looked at Mingi.
Mingi hummed softly, his tongue briefly sweeping across the corner of his mouth.
''I wanna fuck you with them,'' he said, the corner of his lips curving into a crooked smile.
His fingers slowly pushed in, and Yunho immediately felt himself give way to the sensation of being filled. A shaky exhale slipped from his nose, his eyelids fluttering as Mingi eased deeper. The coolness of the lube contrasted with the warmth of Mingi's hands and the heat lingering in the room. There was no resistance, only the slow, steady slide as he worked his way inside.
''Wanna see my stomach bulge?'' Yunho asked, his voice gradually losing its strength.
Mingi would be the exception.
If he felt as good as he looked, if he could make Yunho feel even better than he already had, then Mingi would be the exception.
There wasn't just a small part of Yunho hoping this wouldn't end as a fun one-time thing. Every part of him hoped it would become something more.
I'll buy you whatever you want, Mingi had said.
He definitely didn't earn anything close to what Yunho did, nor would he probably be able to fund Yunho's interests in general, but that didn't matter. Yunho could pay. He could pay for Mingi too. Mingi could be walking around in one of those blue electrician uniforms, the top half pulled down and tied around his waist, shirtless while fixing things around Yunho's house. Maybe a house they shared. Then, after stream, he could drag Yunho off somewhere private and fuck the living shit out of him.
''You like the big ones, baby?'' Mingi asked, his voice low.
The pet name pulled a small whine from Yunho. His eyebrows arched, his teeth catching softly on his lower lip before he nodded.
Mingi grinned as he looked at him. He turned his head slightly, absently playing with his tongue behind his parted lips while taking Yunho in. His two fingers finally reached the knuckles, and Yunho could feel the stretch more clearly now. It only fueled the craving building inside him, making him want all of Mingi even more.
''Ah, how am I gonna make you happy now?'' Mingi asked, feigning concern, though the grin never left his face.
His fingers slowly scissored him open, pressing against each side as he lazily worked them in and out. Yunho giggled and instinctively relaxed, letting Mingi continue. He slowly lifted one foot, and Mingi's hand paused for just a moment when he noticed the movement.
Yunho brought his foot down toward Mingi's crotch. With the limited view he had from where he was lying, he searched until his toes found warm, hard flesh. Mingi's eyes remained lowered, and Yunho could still see the grin lingering on his lips. His fingers never stopped, continuing their slow, absent rhythm as if opening Yunho up had become automatic.
The fact that Mingi didn't stop him only made Yunho bolder.
He dragged his toes and the sole of his foot along Mingi's hard length. When he reached the base, he felt coarse hair, a bush Yunho himself didn't have. The sensation reminded him all over again that Mingi wasn't small. Maybe not huge, but definitely not small, and certainly not average either.
Mingi's free hand came down and gently cupped the sole of Yunho's foot, stopping the stroking. He lifted it, his eyes snapping up to meet Yunho's, and when he had it high enough he pressed a soft, warm kiss to the side of Yunho's foot without looking away.
Something immediately stirred low in Yunho's stomach.
His feet weren't dirty. He hadn't walked much, and it was cold outside anyway, but the thought still hit him. He felt his cock twitch faintly, beginning to wake again, and Mingi seemed to catch it. There was a glint in his eyes now, his tongue pressing briefly against the inside of his cheek as he watched Yunho.
Without breaking eye contact, Mingi pressed another soft kiss to the side of his foot. Yunho swallowed hard as he watched this fan, this stranger, put his mouth on him like that. Then Mingi's tongue slipped out, and with his eyes still locked on Yunho's, he slowly dragged it upward toward the ball of his foot.
A shudder ran through Yunho, his lips parting as a deep breath left him while he stared back.
The whole thing felt thrilling, humiliating, and dirty all at once. He was on the floor of a haunted attraction with a naked stranger — or a fan, or whatever Mingi was — while fingers worked inside him and his foot was being kissed and licked. His camera and stream had long since vanished from his mind.
To Yunho's absolute disbelief, Mingi's mouth traveled further. He pressed light, soft kisses along the sole of Yunho's foot, each one faintly ticklish. Yunho's eyebrows arched as he watched, completely unsure how he was supposed to react. He didn't know what to say or do. No one had ever put their mouth on his feet before. He'd had his ass eaten, his dick sucked, even his armpits licked—but never his feet.
His foot arched instinctively beneath the attention, his toes spreading slightly as he let Mingi continue kissing him.
What finally made a small gasp leave him, what made his cock twitch harder, was when Mingi's tongue slowly stroked up the sole of his foot. It slid upward, right between his big toe and the one beside it, the sensation so unexpectedly ticklish that a breathless, unintentional giggle slipped from Yunho's mouth. His foot flinched slightly, but Mingi kept it firmly in place.
Mingi gave it another lick, never taking his eyes off Yunho while he did. The intimacy of it all, the constant stirring low in Yunho's stomach, sent warmth through his entire body and straight down to his cock. He could feel himself recovering from the hard orgasm from earlier, slowly beginning to harden again.
Never in his life had he imagined he would enjoy anything involving feet, especially having them kissed and licked. Yet there was something about it that felt raw, intimate, and undeniably dirty.
Then, to Yunho's further disbelief, Mingi dragged his tongue up along his big toe. The warm, slick stroke left a cool trail behind before Mingi wrapped his big, plump lips around it.
The gasp that escaped Yunho nearly turned into a moan.
Warmth immediately closed around his toe, slick and soft. He could feel Mingi's tongue moving against it, exploring it with slow attention.
All Yunho could do was stare.
The sensation was so strange, so unexpected, that he found himself caught between shock and fascination. It tickled slightly, making it difficult to fully relax his foot, but Mingi didn't seem bothered by that in the slightest.
At the same moment, Mingi's fingers curled more deeply. He drew them back before pressing them in again with the bend of them, dragging along the walls inside Yunho as he did.
He stopped spreading his fingers, stopped focusing on the stretch, and Yunho immediately knew he was aiming for something else now.
Mingi's fingers searched, and it didn't take long for him to find it.
Yunho nearly slipped off his elbows. His back arched and his head fell back as a moan tore from his throat. For the first time in five years, someone else was hitting that spot inside him. The sensation made his entire body jolt. Mingi's large fingers pressed against it again and again, working it with steady intent while his mouth never left Yunho's toe.
''M-Mingi—'' Yunho managed, his voice weak and broken.
His elbows finally gave out beneath him. The cool floor met his sweaty back as he arched against it, unable to hold himself up any longer. Mingi's fingers never relented. They kept pressing into that sensitive spot as though they had a singular purpose, and Yunho's body reacted immediately. Heat spread through him in waves, blood rushing through him as arousal surged back to life.
Mingi released Yunho's toe, cool air brushing over the damp skin, but Yunho barely had time to notice. A moment later, Mingi wrapped his lips around Yunho's long and middle toe instead, sucking on both while his tongue moved between them. The casual lack of hesitation, the way he seemed completely unconcerned with anything except enjoying himself, only made the whole thing feel more unreal.
When the fingers pulled back, Yunho barely had a second to register their absence before three replaced them, immediately returning to his loosened hole and going right back to that spot inside him.
The sensation was overwhelming.
His own arms came up to cover his eyes as if blocking out the world might somehow dull what he was feeling. Desperate, broken moans kept spilling from his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to take it, tried to handle all of it at once.
''M-Mi—'' was all Yunho managed before another moan cut him off.
It felt like every pore in his body had opened. Sweat gathered at his temples, slid down the sides of his face, traced the line of his back, and dampened the roots of his hair.
His cock hardened quickly, so quickly that he wasn't sure he would last long enough to feel all of Mingi inside him.
Breathing heavily, he pulled his foot back. Mingi let it go without resistance, leaving the cool air to hit the thick coating of saliva covering it. Yunho squirmed across the floor, almost arching himself away as Mingi worked him open with three fingers, each movement pressing into that sensitive spot inside him.
''But I'm bad at it, right?'' Mingi asked mockingly, the smirk in his voice impossible to miss as he threw Yunho's earlier comment back at him.
Yunho couldn't answer. The only things leaving him were heavy, desperate breaths and deep, whiny moans as his cock hardened fully, the ache of it almost painful.
His body twisted instinctively, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation or maybe soothe it somehow. His legs closed together as they dropped onto their side against the floor. His back arched hard before curling again.
He couldn't take it.
Like a dog pushing away something that had become too much, his legs pressed against Mingi's arm. With a quiet chuckle, Mingi slowly withdrew his fingers, and relief finally washed through Yunho.
His cock still throbbed painfully, veins standing out as blood continued to rush through it, as if it were trying to get even harder.
''Too much for you, baby?'' Mingi asked softly, though the teasing edge never quite left his voice.
Yunho nodded as much as he could while trying to gather himself.
''I-I... can't—'' he started, but there was no strength behind the words.
''Can't what?'' Mingi asked as he grabbed Yunho's leg and spread them apart again, settling himself between them.
Yunho let him. He didn't have the energy to care how Mingi positioned him anymore.
His back met the floor once more, coolness spreading through his overheated body. He felt sticky. Gross. Sweat coated his skin, his ass slick with lube, and more sweat trickled down the crease of his groin.
Mingi's hand came down again, cupping Yunho's balls once more.
''No—'' Yunho whined, his back arching as he lifted his head, eyes widening.
''I-I won't last!'' he stammered out desperately.
''You wanna feel me?'' Mingi asked, his hand leaving Yunho's cock and sliding down the sweaty crease of his groin.
Yunho nodded immediately, fast and eager. Damp strands of hair clung to his sweaty forehead and temples as he did, his eyebrows raised and his eyes fixed on Mingi in a silent plea.
''Or should we wait until I have a condom?'' Mingi asked with a smirk, tilting his head slightly.
A frustrated groan tore from Yunho as he let his head fall back against the floor.
''I don't care,'' Yunho whined.
''I want more—'' Yunho said, parting his lips for another breath as he kept his eyes fixed on Mingi as best he could from where he lay on the floor.
''My baby wants more?'' Mingi asked as he grabbed Yunho by the legs and pulled him closer. His back dragged across the floor, a faint ache blooming from his sweaty skin sticking to the surface, but the pet name made it impossible to care.
Yunho let out a needy whine in response, pleading with his eyes as he allowed Mingi to move him however he wanted.
''Y-your baby,'' Yunho repeated quietly, almost to himself.
Mingi hummed, as if confirming it. Yunho was his baby.
In any other situation, Yunho wouldn't have accepted a pet name like that, especially not one that sounded so possessive. But fuck, right now he wanted nothing more than to be Mingi's baby. If Mingi felt as good as everything else had so far, Yunho was ready to make it permanent, even if Mingi intended for this to be nothing more than a one-time thing.
Mingi's hand left Yunho's leg and reached down to hold himself. Yunho nearly choked on a sharp gasp when he felt the hot, wet tip brush against his buttcheek. Just the sensation alone made his hole clench instinctively, already anticipating more.
Lying there on the floor, Yunho's eyes immediately snapped to Mingi.
Mingi was watching him closely, taking in every reaction, every shift in expression, every breath that left him.
''You don't have to go easy on me,'' Yunho said before swallowing hard.
''Fingers almost broke you,'' Mingi replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Caught, Yunho parted his lips to defend himself, but Mingi continued before he could get a word out.
''But maybe that's what you want?'' Mingi asked, one eyebrow quirking up.
Yunho's mouth closed again. His own eyebrows lifted slightly as he realized Mingi had read him with embarrassing ease.
''Yeah...'' Yunho muttered.
He felt Mingi press forward gently, pushing Yunho's buttcheeks apart until the hot, tight ring of muscle stopped him.
Yunho's breathing grew heavier as he felt the flushed, hard tip resting against him. He still couldn't believe that after five long years, he was finally about to feel another person inside him.
''I can take it all,'' Yunho blurted out, staring straight into Mingi's eyes.
His voice trembled with excitement, anticipation, and maybe a little fear. Not fear of Mingi, but fear of breaking his own rules.
''I know you can,'' Mingi replied with a faint chuckle.
Mingi was holding one of Yunho's legs still, but the one he had let go of quickly started to tremble as Yunho kept it up with his own strength. He could feel his core muscles tense from the effort of keeping his head lifted enough to look at Mingi while also holding his leg in place.
The ache in his core, his legs, even his neck from keeping his head up, all disappeared the moment he felt Mingi press in.
Yunho relaxed his rim and welcomed him immediately, a deep exhale leaving through his nose as he stared wide-eyed at Mingi in silence. Mingi stared right back, watching him just as closely.
''You okay?'' Mingi asked suddenly.
Yunho's eyebrows lifted in confusion, his focus struggling to shift away from the feeling of Mingi's tip teasing his rim.
''Y-yeah?'' Yunho replied, uncertainty slipping into his voice.
''Why are you doing that?'' Mingi asked with a chuckle.
Yunho grimaced at him, confused all over again.
''Doing what?'' he asked quietly, careful.
''Smacking your lips like that,'' Mingi said, a grin pulling at his mouth.
''I-I don't... know,'' Yunho replied in that same careful voice.
''Ah, you're cute,'' Mingi said softly.
Yunho felt his cheeks flush, his heart giving a stupid little flutter, but he barely had time to feel the warmth of the compliment before Mingi began to press in again.
Yunho's mouth parted, his eyebrows arching as his hole was forced open around the blunt head of Mingi's cock. Heat spread through his entire body at once, adrenaline rushing through him until his breath came out shaky. He couldn't believe it. Finally, after all this time, he was feeling someone real.
His fingers scraped uselessly against the floor, searching for something to hold onto where there was nothing but smooth, flat surface beneath him. He pressed down anyway, fingertips whitening with the effort. Mingi's grip tightened around his leg as he watched him, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, but what unsettled Yunho, just slightly, was the sudden unreadable stillness of his expression.
For a man who had wanted this, who had gone out of his way to try to fuck Yunho, Mingi showed no relief. He showed nothing at all.
His hand let go of Yunho's leg, but it didn't leave him. He kept pushing in slowly, staring down at Yunho as that same hand slid, soft and unhurried, along the outside of his thigh.
Everything was too slow, and it only made Yunho feel every inch of it more. The warmth of Mingi's large hand, the roughness of his palm against the softness of his touch, the steady pressure of him pushing deeper.
Maybe Mingi was taking his time because he wanted to drag every expression out of him. His eyes felt piercing, almost predatory, like he was watching Yunho struggle and enjoying every second of it.
''If you're gonna be this slow, lemme just ride you,'' Yunho blurted out, his voice strained.
Mingi chuckled like the motherfucker he was. But finally, he pressed in faster. With a stronger push, his achingly hard cock sank deeper as his hand left Yunho's thigh and moved down to his hip, gripping him hard.
A strained moan forced its way out of Yunho through gritted teeth as he looked down at Mingi's hips coming closer. He felt his own walls being pushed aside, felt that tight space inside him forced open and claimed by something that felt almost foreign after so long — another man.
He had taken toys bigger than Mingi. Much bigger. He had fucked himself so hard he thought his own organs might fall out of him, leaving him drained and teary-eyed by the end of it.
But nothing, nothing at all, matched the feeling of being taken by someone else. Nothing came close to the warm, hard pressure of another man's cock pushing into him, to feeling every vein and pulse of blood through it, all because that person wanted to be inside Yunho.
It made him flutter around Mingi before he could stop himself. His hole clenched and relaxed on instinct, and only then did Yunho realize he had been holding tight in the first place. His eyes snapped up to Mingi, who hadn't looked away from him once.
Mingi's eyes were narrow as he stared back, his jaw tense with restraint. It was the change Yunho had been chasing. Getting nothing from his partner's face felt awful, almost wrong, like he was alone in it somehow, but finally Mingi gave him something. Something real. Something that told Yunho he was feeling it too.
The moment he felt Mingi's pelvis against his ass, relief washed through him. All the heat in his body seemed to rush down into his lower stomach as Mingi settled fully inside him, and Yunho could feel his pulse all the way up in his throat. Even the tips of his ears burned, but the boiling sensation low in his stomach never settled.
He squirmed in place, arching his back as the sweat made his skin stick to the floor like velcro, his parted mouth and pleading eyes begging Mingi to do something more.
''Are you happy now?'' Mingi asked, his tone lingering with teasing.
Yunho huffed out a breath, caught somewhere between disbelief and pure amusement.
''Me?'' he asked, his voice pitching up.
''Th-this was your idea,'' Yunho continued, his chest heaving.
Mingi giggled at that, his teeth showing slightly.
''Yet I have you begging,'' Mingi said, the smile never leaving his lips. His hand squeezed Yunho's hip slightly, like a reminder of where he was, and exactly how he had him.
''Yet I have you begging,'' Yunho pirated under his breath. Mingi was too arrogant. Maybe he had the right to be, though. He had succeeded in ways no one else had.
''Then I'm stopping,'' Yunho said with a pout, though he could feel Mingi's cock practically pulsing inside him. Or maybe that was just his own hole clenching around him.
Mingi's other hand let go of his leg and came down to Yunho's other hip. He pulled him closer with one firm yank, driving his cock even deeper and making Yunho take more of him.
A sharp gasp left Yunho as his eyes fluttered from the fullness, but all he could hear was Mingi's chuckle above him.
''Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you,'' Mingi said, rubbing slow circles into Yunho's hips as he let him adjust.
Yunho felt his head tilt slightly, only because wet strands of hair had spread further across his forehead and temple, getting dangerously close to his eye. He felt confused. The whole thing was confusing. Mingi was confusing.
''Really?'' Yunho asked, his eyes searching Mingi's face like he might find the catch there.
Mingi only answered with a soft hum and a nod as he sat between Yunho's legs, looking down at the already disheveled man of his own making.
''Okay,'' Yunho managed, dragging the word out with uncertainty.
''Don't...'' he began, then swallowed hard, feeling a thick clump of saliva slide down his throat before he forced himself to continue. “Don't go easy on me.”
Mingi's eyebrows lifted slightly at that, his eyes staying fixed on Yunho, watching him too closely. It felt awfully intimate, asking a stranger for something like this. Not only was Mingi his first in five years, he was also Yunho's first stranger hook-up, and that made everything feel weird in a way he didn't know what to do with. It made him feel even more vulnerable.
''Just...'' Yunho started, his jaw tightening as he swallowed hard again. ''Just fuck me hard.''
He didn't feel shame exactly, but it was something close to it. If Mingi were his partner, there wouldn't have been any shame at all. Yunho knew he was desired. He liked taking care of people, and he knew people liked what he did. But asking a stranger like this felt awful in a way that only made it hotter.
''How hard?'' Mingi asked, tilting his head just slightly.
A sharp huff left Yunho's mouth. Hard was hard. What was so hard to understand?
He parted his lips, trying to find the words that would explain it best, but how else was he supposed to say it? Mingi watched him, and the worst part was that Mingi clearly, so clearly, didn't need to be told how hard. The asshole just wanted to hear him say it. Wanted to drag it out of him.
''Uh...'' was the only sound Yunho managed at first, his mind scrambling for something that made sense.
''As hard as you think I fuck myself with...'' Yunho started, then swallowed around the words. ''My toys.''
Mingi's smirk spread into a full-blown grin, pure glee lighting up his face as one eyebrow lifted even higher, almost like a challenge.
The slow circles of his thumbs on Yunho's hips stopped. Yunho could see and feel Mingi shifting on his knees, and he knew what was coming.
Except he didn't. Not really. He hadn't known Mingi could fuck like that.
From the first pull out alone, from the sheer shock of it and the strength behind Mingi's hands digging into his hips, Yunho felt the moment Mingi thrust back in. It dragged a deep, breathless moan out of him, pulled from somewhere low in his chest.
Mingi gave him no time to get used to the punishing thrusts, no time to keep up as he dragged himself out of Yunho, barely letting him register the scrape of cock against his inner walls before he was buried deep again.
''Oh my—'' was all Yunho managed, the words coming out broken as his drenched body was dragged back and forth across the sticky floor. He could only be thankful for his shirt saving him from the worst of the burn, the fabric soaked through with sweat. Mingi replaced every feeling in his body, every thought in his head, until Yunho started to feel stupid from it.
He could hear Mingi above him, deep huffs of breath that were annoyingly quiet for how hard he was fucking him, for how completely he was claiming Yunho's body from the inside. He was just watching Yunho.
Not watching himself enter him, not even glancing at Yunho's pathetic, hard cock flopping uselessly between them, leaking and oozing precum down the shaft so much Yunho almost thought he was pissing himself. Mingi was watching his face.
Mingi's balls slapped against Yunho's ass with every thrust, each one bringing the loud, wet slap of sweaty skin against skin, half-swallowed by the room's ambient music and distant screams of fear.
''You like it?'' Mingi asked, his voice clearly strained from the strength and stamina he was pouring into each thrust, but genuine underneath it.
Yunho parted his lips to answer. His throat worked, his tongue worked, even his mouth shaped around the word, but nothing came out when he tried to say yes.
The feeling of something so alive inside him, of another person gripping him and fucking into him, left him speechless in a way he couldn't fully grasp. He felt too exposed, too open, and so fucking desperate it made his thoughts stumble over each other.
With every drag of Mingi's cock, he brushed just shy of the spot Yunho needed, close enough to make his nerves spark, but never enough to satisfy it. Yunho needed it. He needed to feel it again.
''M... Mi—'' Yunho tried, his voice coming out weak as his body moved with the pull of Mingi's cock, only for him to be pushed deeper again.
''Yunho,'' Mingi said, though in what tone, Yunho couldn't tell.
Yunho hummed in confusion, completely forgetting what he had been trying to ask the moment he heard Mingi say his name.
To Yunho's disappointment, Mingi slowed down, though he didn't stop. A sobbing whine slipped from Yunho's mouth, his eyebrows arching in frustration as Mingi's hands left his hips, but the sound broke the moment those hands came back to his thighs instead and lifted them.
With speed and strength, Mingi folded him, pressing Yunho's thighs down toward his own body and hooking his legs over his shoulders as he hovered right above him, hands planted on either side of Yunho's head.
Yunho stared up at him in shock, trapped there folded beneath him while his hamstrings strained from the sudden stretch. Now he couldn't ignore his own cock either. He was practically pissing precum, and with it pressed down against his stomach, he felt every twitch, every desperate little plea to cum again.
And the worst part, or maybe the best part, was that Mingi somehow managed to get even deeper like this. Maybe it was the state Yunho was already in, but with his body folded and his stomach pulled tight, he almost feared Mingi's cock would break in half from how deep it was inside him.
Mingi's face hovered just above Yunho's, his hair hanging down, the ends twisted damp from the sweat dripping off his body. Yunho could feel drops landing on his own skin, though he couldn't tell anymore if they were Mingi's or his.
The cool air hit Yunho's wet, wide eyes, leaving them stuck in that same silent plea he couldn't seem to hide.
''You want harder? I can go harder,'' Mingi said with a faint smile, his voice breathless but still completely present. Excited, even, despite the sweat running down his face. A vein stood out clearly on his forehead from the blood rushing through him, while the veins in his throat strained beneath the skin and his collarbones pushed sharp from the strength he was using.
Yunho's eyes couldn't help drifting lower, slowly dragging down to Mingi's chest. It was flushed and glistening, his pecs rising and falling as he pulled in deep breaths. His darker nipples sat there so enticingly that Yunho knew, with sudden certainty, that he was going to suck them one day.
His eyes dragged even lower, down to Mingi's stomach. With the strength he was using, every muscle in his body drawn tight, his abs stood out more clearly than before. His firm stomach moved fast with each heavy breath, making it obvious he was pouring every bit of energy he had into Yunho.
''What are you doing?'' Mingi asked, his voice low and strained, but still warm.
'' 'm checking you out,'' Yunho mumbled, his voice weak, his lips pulling into a pout around each word.
''Oh,'' Mingi said with a chuckle.
The chill air brushed against Yunho's ass as Mingi started to pull out, discomfort following immediately. Yunho barely had enough logic left to understand it as movement; all his body knew was that Mingi was leaving him.
A small but audible whine slipped out of Yunho as he looked down, watching Mingi's hips draw back from him.
''Don't...'' Yunho mumbled, sniffing back his runny nose.
But Mingi didn't answer with words. He drove back in instead, leaning over Yunho as he forced himself as deep as the position would let him. Yunho arched beneath him, his hole fluttering helplessly around the sudden pressure, his toes flexing as the new angle dragged Mingi's cock just close enough to his prostate to make his whole body jolt.
Yunho's mumbling, that small broken whine, turned into a sobbing moan as he got almost exactly what he'd been craving.
''Don't what?'' Mingi asked, his voice low and breathless as he dragged himself out again, then drove back in hard through gritted teeth.
His cock brushed Yunho's prostate again, and the sensation shot through him like a spark of electricity, sharp and sudden enough to pull a guttural moan from his throat.
Mingi didn't wait for Yunho to answer. He didn't give him time to breathe or time for the strain in his hamstrings to ease. He fucked Yunho like a dog in rut, each thrust dragging his cock just lightly enough over Yunho's prostate to keep his whole body chasing it.
Tears ran down Yunho's cheeks and into his temples, soaking into his hair as sobbing moans became the only sound he could make. He felt Mingi's pelvis press against him, felt Mingi's balls slap against his ass before both pulled away, only to come back in a hard slam that hit through his whole body.
''Don't what, Yunho?'' Mingi asked again, the words coming out low and uneven, strained by every hard thrust.
A sharp exhale left Yunho, almost a gasp. He only realized his eyes had been closed when he opened them, his vision blurred as he looked up at Mingi, eyebrows arched high with the strain of it.
''Ah—'' His voice broke out weak and breathless, shaking as he tried to gather even a little strength. His hole fluttered around Mingi, his entire body burning like it had been set on fire from the inside.
''Don't...'' Yunho forced out, his throat tightening around the word as exhaustion flooded through him.
Mingi was fucking him well, and a part of Yunho hated that he was this good at it. Mingi shifted slightly, one hand leaving the floor to settle beneath Yunho's thigh, pressing his leg impossibly closer to his body until his hamstring burned from the strain.
The strain of the position, the pressure inside him, and that cruel almost-touch against his prostate pulled another sobbed moan out of him, one that slipped into a frustrated groan.
''Leave...'' Yunho finally managed. ''...Don't leave.''
The words made a smile spread across Mingi's lips, though Yunho had no idea why, and he was far too exhausted to ask. He tried to keep his focus on Mingi, but the pounding made everything harder, quite literally. His cock kept twitching, leaking so much precum that he could feel it pooling wetly on his stomach, mixing with sweat before running down the sides.
By then, sweat had slicked Mingi's cock too, pooling between Yunho's asscheeks and making the glide almost effortless. Still, Mingi didn't slow. With that ridiculous stamina, he kept fucking him until Yunho was sure his hole would be left loose and gaping, obvious evidence of exactly what they'd done.
''I ain't leaving, baby,'' Mingi said, his voice breathless.
''Want me to take care of you?'' he asked, and it was like the plea had fueled him. His cock seemed to pound harder, driven by some new strength, some fresh rush of adrenaline. Maybe that was exactly what it was. Maybe Mingi's favorite streamer—hopefully his favorite—had asked him to stay.
Yunho bit down hard on his lower lip, pain blooming there immediately as blood gathered beneath the pressure. He nodded quickly, blinking fast as he tried to clear the tears from his eyes.
''Want you to—'' Yunho said shakily, his chest heaving as he lay there like a pliant doll.
''Want you to— ah, fuck— love me,'' Yunho got out, the words slipping out without much thought.
His voice broke into a sharp, stunned moan as he tried to arch beneath him. At the same moment the words left his mouth, Mingi's cock hit his prostate dead-on, pressing into it so perfectly that Yunho's whole body seized around him. Heat rushed through him at once, low and overwhelming, his breath catching like his body didn't know whether to take more or fall apart from it.
He could barely get a full exhale out, his breathing breaking apart into short, sharp, desperate gasps.
''There, f-fuck,'' Yunho forced through gritted teeth, his voice strained and desperate.
''Don't stop... please,'' he pleaded, the words nearly sobbing out of him.
Mingi didn't stop. He kept pounding into Yunho's prostate, hitting it again and again until Yunho's ears rang and his body had nowhere left to put the pleasure. Tears flooded his eyes, his cock painfully hard as it bobbed between them, untouched and leaking.
''You want me to love you?'' Mingi asked, his voice touched with disbelief.
Yunho couldn't tell if there was distaste in it or if Mingi had only been caught off guard, but he was too far gone to pull the thought apart.
''Want this every day?'' Mingi asked, cockiness flooding his tone now, arrogance settling right back into place, but Yunho couldn't even be bothered by it.
Maybe Mingi had earned the right to be proud. He had gotten what he wanted, after all. He hadn't come yet, but he had Yunho spread open underneath him, letting him fuck him, and the worst part was how easily Yunho had wanted him back.
''Ah— yes,'' Yunho moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
His weak legs trembled, and every press against his prostate made him clench hard around Mingi, like his body was trying to milk his cock out of gratitude.
''I'll give you whatever you want, baby,'' Mingi reassured him, his voice softer now, lower.
Heat rushed to Yunho's face before he could stop it. Maybe it was the way Mingi had said it, soft enough to sound genuine, or maybe Yunho was just too far gone for even the smallest tenderness to miss him. Either way, it got to him.
Even if someone caught them now, Yunho knew he'd still beg Mingi not to stop. The staff could storm in, yelling, lights on, the whole thing ruined, and all Yunho would care about was keeping Mingi exactly where he was, fucking him like nothing else mattered.
Mingi had that thing a lot of tops had, where he barely made any noise beyond sharp exhales through his nose with every thrust, every slap against Yunho's ass.
But Yunho couldn't keep it in.
Broken, wet, breathless little ''ah, ah, ah'' sounds spilled from his mouth with each thrust. Strings of saliva clung between his parted lips, and swallowing it down didn't even matter anymore. It pooled in his mouth until it leaked from the corners, leaving him feeling like an absolute mess.
He probably looked like one too.
The stir low in Yunho's stomach burned, his balls drawing tight from how close he was. He couldn't tell what on his torso and chest was sweat and what was precum anymore. His cock was painfully hard, aching and desperate as it flopped between them, pulsing like it was begging for attention.
''P-please—'' Yunho whined, tears running down his temples as his body refused to let him take a full breath.
His walls were starting to feel sensitive, his rim exhausted from being forced open so ruthlessly, so endlessly. Even with the lube, even with the sweat making everything slick, his body was beginning to reach its limit.
And Yunho loved it.
''It—'' he got out weakly, barely above a whisper. ''Hurts.''
''It hurts?'' Mingi asked, his voice surprisingly firm.
He stopped thrusting immediately, and Yunho's whole world seemed to drop out from under him. It felt like everything had ended at once, like his life had been ruined right there on the floor. How dare Mingi stop when it had been so good?
''No— why?'' Yunho asked, trying to yell, but his voice came out broken. He lifted his head, eyes snapping open as he looked down at Mingi's still hips. For the first time, he saw his own cock properly, achingly flushed and oozing precum.
''It hurts?'' Mingi asked again, his voice clear now, alarmed.
''Please, Mingi—'' Yunho whined loudly, his eyebrows arching in a desperate plea as he tried to squirm his body for more. Mingi hadn't pulled out, maybe waiting for clarification, but he had stopped, and somehow that only made everything hurt worse.
''I don't want to—'' Mingi began.
''Mingi, please—'' Yunho cried out, his hand flying up to Mingi's shoulder. His fingers clung there weakly as he stared up at him through tear-filled eyes, only to find Mingi looking back with something Yunho could only understand as concern.
''Don't— don't stop,'' Yunho pleaded brokenly, his voice so weak it felt pathetic.
Mingi searched Yunho's face for a moment, a second too long, before he finally pulled out slowly. The drag was unbearable, Yunho's sensitive walls closing around him as his cock gradually left him.
Before Yunho could even catch up to the loss, Mingi slammed back in, positioned right against his prostate again.
A pained, strained, sobbing moan tore out of Yunho, saliva spilling from his mouth as his eyes fell shut.
''You want it to hurt?'' Mingi asked, his voice somewhere above Yunho's face as he fucked his ass ruthlessly, pounding into his prostate so hard Yunho's breath caught in his throat.
He felt limp beneath him, his hands lying uselessly on the floor without movement. He couldn't even grip it anymore.
No words would come out. All he could do was nod, or at least hope he was nodding.
He loved when it hurt. There was no point unless his body felt completely done, unless he felt ruined and used up.
Mingi let go of his leg, and the strain eased just slightly as Yunho managed to relax it more, letting it rest naturally against Mingi's shoulder once again.
He felt Mingi shift. After dragging his cock out, Mingi slipped a hand between them, wrapping it around Yunho's leaking, flushed, achingly hard cock.
Pain, pleasure, and something that felt almost electric shot through the moment Mingi touched him. Yunho barely had time to process it before Mingi thrust back in, stroking Yunho's desperate cock in perfect rhythm with every drive of his hips.
Yunho's eyes flew open as the overwhelming pleasure crashed over him. Nothing made it past his throat. Every sound caught there, breaking apart into wet, breathless noises that never quite became a moan, never quite became a whine.
''You can last much longer?'' Mingi asked, breathless but cocky, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as his biceps flexed with the speed of the strokes he worked over Yunho's cock.
Yunho shook his head quickly, staring up at Mingi as he blinked through the tears blurring his vision. Sweat dripped from Mingi's face onto his own, narrowly missing his eyes, some of it even landing in his mouth, but Yunho couldn't bring himself to care.
His legs tensed involuntarily as Mingi brought him closer to the edge, his rim clenching and unclenching around Mingi's cock where it pressed against his prostate. His balls drew up tight on their own.
With a strained, choked cry, the release he had been begging for finally hit him, the one he had been craving so badly he was lying there sobbing for it. Mingi's hand never left his cock as white strings shot from the slit, spilling across Yunho's stomach into the mess of sweat and precum already pooled there.
''Look at me, baby,'' he heard Mingi tell him, and Yunho's eyes snapped to his without thought.
Mingi's gaze was fixed on Yunho's face as he fucked him through his orgasm. His hand kept stroking, gripping him firmly, though the pace began to slow. Mingi still moved inside him, gentler now, no longer pounding aggressively into his prostate, and Yunho felt like he was being milked through every last wave of it.
Relief settled heavy in Yunho's exhausted body, his mind floating somewhere in that soft, dizzy edge of euphoria as he took short, uneven breaths. He looked dazedly into Mingi's eyes, waiting for the ringing in his ears to fade.
Mingi had fucked him better than his best toy. Better than Yunho ever could, and Yunho was good at fucking himself. He had always thought no one could do it better.
And Mingi was just a random fan. Just some random guy.
''Did you like it?'' Mingi asked, though not like he genuinely needed to know.
He knew Yunho had liked it. He knew very well Yunho had loved it. The annoying dick just wanted to hear him say it too.
Yunho hummed in confirmation, but it must have come out too weak, because Mingi leaned closer, bringing his face annoyingly near.
''Hm?'' Mingi hummed.
The sweaty scent of him hit Yunho hard, raw musk mixed with whatever perfume still lingered on his skin from before, and Yunho wanted to drink it in.
''Y-yeah...'' Yunho replied, barely louder than a whisper, broken and exhausted.
''I... liked it,'' he continued, his eyes fluttering as he tried to clear his vision.
His face was a wet mess, covered in substances Yunho couldn't even identify anymore, but Mingi didn't seem to mind. He stayed close, his strokes and thrusts slowed into something soft and careful, like he didn't want Yunho to take the shock of a full stop all at once.
''I fucked you good, huh?'' Mingi said teasingly, cockiness clear as day in his tone.
''Mm... yah,'' Yunho mumbled, strings of saliva snapping between his lips. His voice was almost gone, exhaustion wrapped around him so tightly he didn't know how he was supposed to get home, or even make it out of the building.
Mingi finally slowed, then stilled inside Yunho completely. His hand still held Yunho's cock, but the grip had gone soft, no longer moving. The orgasm slowly burned out through Yunho's body, leaving his eyelids heavy as his breath finally started to come back to him.
He felt Mingi pull out slowly, and his insides were so sensitive that even having him there like that felt strange. Yunho grimaced weakly at the sensation. At the same time, Mingi gently let go of his cock, and after what felt like forever, Mingi wasn't inside him anymore.
His hole fluttered immediately, almost like it wanted Mingi back. For a moment, it had felt like Mingi was part of him.
''Just lay there,'' Mingi said softly.
He gently guided Yunho's legs down from his shoulders, and blood rushed back through them immediately, leaving them fuzzy and weak. His legs dropped to the floor as Yunho lay there, barely able to move.
Yunho flinched ever so slightly when he felt a pair of wet, soft, swollen lips against his own. A quiet, weak squeak slipped out of him in surprise, his eyes widening as he realized Mingi was that close, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. It felt softer, warmer, gentler than anything Mingi had given him so far.
Yunho didn't know what it meant, and he didn't want to jump to conclusions, so he told himself it was meant to calm him down, to comfort him.
Maybe it was the drained feeling in his balls, the lightness in his body, or the fuzziness in his head making him stupid, because Mingi was still just a stranger. But even knowing that, Yunho hoped it meant something deeper.
He didn't have time to kiss back before Mingi lifted away.
Mingi looked down at him for a moment before sitting up fully, and the cool air immediately brushed over Yunho, replacing Mingi's warmth with a chill that sent goosebumps across his skin.
Yunho was too tired to keep up with what Mingi was doing. He let his eyes close softly, just to rest them. Maybe Mingi would quietly leave, abandoning him naked and asleep for the staff to find. It didn't matter much, as long as Yunho got to sleep.
Mingi didn't move far, though. He didn't seem to stand up. He only shifted away enough to lift Yunho's leg and lay it comfortably beside the other.
The jumpscares in the hall, the loud screams, all faded into the background as Yunho lay there, part of him already wanting to fall asleep. Nothing mattered much anymore.
He felt Mingi's warm hand gently caress his side, starting at his hip and slowly moving down to his outer thigh again. It didn't feel gropey, didn't feel like he was trying to entice him. It felt calming.
Mingi gently lifted his leg, then softly placed it over the other, twisting Yunho's lower body without making it hurt. Yunho figured Mingi was going to clean him up, so he kept his eyes closed and let himself sink into the quiet feeling of being taken care of.
Mingi's hand gently caressed Yunho's ass before spreading him open. Cool air brushed over his rim immediately, and everything between his asscheeks was completely wet with lube and sweat. It might have been embarrassing at any other moment, but Yunho was far too tired to care.
''You still hungry?'' Mingi asked, amusement threaded through his voice.
''Huh?'' Yunho asked quietly, his face turned to the side as he kept his eyes closed.
''You're winking at me,'' Mingi said with a chuckle.
Yunho gave an annoyed whine, shifting his hip like that alone should have told Mingi to stop.
''Are you tired?'' Mingi asked as he shifted.
Yunho answered with a weak hum. The tiredness behind his eyes almost stung, his eyelids aching with how badly they wanted to stay shut.
''Then just stay like that,'' Mingi said, his voice deep.
Yunho hummed again, but he hadn't expected Mingi to say that and then feel the blunt head of his cock press against his rim once more.
His eyes snapped open in shock, and he lifted his head, immediately looking at Mingi. Mingi's eyes moved to him the moment he reacted, a grin spreading across his lips.
''I thought—'' Yunho started, his voice shaking.
''You told me to fuck you the way I think you fuck yourself,'' Mingi said, his voice so steady it was almost unsettling.
''I don't think you quit after one round,'' Mingi said, his teeth showing as his grin widened even more.
Yunho's mouth parted in shock as he stared at him, trying to figure out if Mingi was joking. But then Mingi pressed in, forcing Yunho's sensitive rim to open around him again, and Yunho realized he was completely serious.
He was already so open and loose that Mingi sank back in quickly, all the way to the base. Yunho's sore, sensitive walls made room for that now-familiar shape again, taking him back in despite how spent his body felt.
A gasping moan caught in Yunho's throat. All he could do was keep his mouth open in a silent gasp, staring back at Mingi.
''Just lay down,'' Mingi said, smirking at Yunho and the state he had reduced him to.
Yunho didn't argue. He fell back against the floor, his head rolling to the side, droopy eyes staring out toward the lit hall.
He lay there with his mouth open, drool leaking from his lips and pooling beneath his face. His limp body moved with every thrust Mingi gave him, Mingi brushing hard against his prostate each time, but Yunho didn't have the energy to react anymore.
Even though he was sore and tired, his entire body sensitive enough that overstimulation had started to creep in, some strange part of it felt comforting. The warmth wasn't only in his groin or low in his stomach anymore. It had spread into something softer, smoother, a heavy warmth that came from being used, from Mingi having fun with him.
His cock had gone soft a while ago, dragging between him and the floor with every thrust.
It didn't really hurt yet, but it was slowly getting there. The ache felt more like touching a sore muscle after training, or pressing into a knot during a massage. It hurt a little, but in a satisfying way, and Yunho loved it even if he had no energy left to react.
He could hear Mingi talking to him, but none of the words stuck. He only let his body be pushed further as he watched people come and go in the hall, his vision too fuzzy to make out more than bodies screaming, laughing, and moving on while the cock inside him fucked his insides into mush.
No real moans came out anymore, only breathless exhales each time his prostate was pressed. His lower stomach still boiled with it, even though his cock stayed soft.
His orgasm came, but it was completely dry. Yunho felt his entire body tense as a quiet, breathless exhale slipped from his mouth, weak and broken enough that it might have been a moan, but he couldn't tell anymore.
His hole clenched and unclenched around Mingi's cock, a shiver rushing through him as the orgasm hit every nerve in his body, even though absolutely nothing came from his cock.
Mingi gradually slowed, watching Yunho's heaving body lie there, staring at nothing.
When his cock left him once more, Mingi shifted, then reached for Yunho's arm and gently pulled him up.
A broken whine of protest slipped from Yunho, his eyebrows furrowing as his mouth fell into a pout. He looked at Mingi with that same exhausted pout, his whole body begging to be allowed to sleep.
Mingi chuckled at it, looking at him with something fond in his eyes.
''Maybe we should go,'' Mingi said, amused, as his free hand came up to brush the hair out of Yunho's face.
Yunho hummed, his eyes moving around the room as reality slowly started to come back to him.
Then another thought popped into his head, and his eyes snapped back to Mingi.
''You didn't come yet,'' Yunho blurted out.
Mingi's face twisted in confusion for a moment, then his eyes widened slightly as Yunho's free hand reached for his still achingly hard cock, untouched and without release.
''Oh— no—'' Mingi said, and before Yunho's hand could wrap around him, he caught Yunho by the wrist, stopping him.
''I'm fine, baby,'' Mingi said, his eyes lifting to meet Yunho's.
''But—'' Yunho mumbled.
''Don't even think about it,'' Mingi reassured him.
Mingi shifted where he sat, rising onto his knees before standing fully, still holding Yunho's wrist. He helped Yunho onto his wobbly, unstable feet, holding him by the elbows as Yunho struggled to stand on his own from sheer exhaustion.
''I... can help,'' Yunho mumbled, looking down at Mingi's hard cock like it had become a victim of neglect.
''You don't gotta do a thing,'' Mingi said, his hand sliding around Yunho's waist and pulling him close.
Yunho huffed as Mingi pulled him close, their sweat-slick chests meeting hard. Mingi's cock pressed hot and hard between them, trapping Yunho's soft, oversensitive one too, and the contact made him grimace for a split second.
He was too tired to argue, though he still didn't understand why Mingi wouldn't want to come too, especially after all that. Maybe another day.
Mingi kissed him before Yunho's mind could drift too far. This time, Yunho caught up fast enough to kiss him back. It was soft and sweet, intimate in a way that made him feel raw all over again. Mingi's lips were warm against his, gentle enough that Yunho couldn't pretend it meant nothing.
Mingi pulled away just slightly, though their noses still touched. Yunho sniffed quietly, feeling like liquid was leaking from everywhere. His chest rose and fell as he tried to get his breathing under control, but he still parted his lips to speak, his eyes meeting Mingi's from up close.
''Can you...'' Yunho whispered, insecurity slipping into his voice.
''Come home with me?''