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It was around 2pm when Minho pushed open the door to his dorm room, muscles still humming from the intense workout session. Sweat clung to his skin under his loose tank and shorts, his breath steady but his body buzzing with leftover adrenaline. The room was dim, the curtains half-drawn, and the familiar scent of home hit him immediately, mixed with something warmer, something that made his steps falter.
Hyunjin’s perfume.
Hyunjin was in his bed.
The younger man lay sprawled on his stomach across Minho’s sheets, face half-buried in the pillow, one arm dangling off the edge. He was still wearing those tight denim shorts that hugged his long legs and ass like they were painted on, paired with an oversized hoodie that had ridden up his back. His breathing was slow and deep, lashes dark against his cheeks. Waiting. Just like he sometimes did.
Minho’s throat tightened. He didn’t wake him. Instead, he quietly stripped off his sweaty clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water pound against his shoulders. The steam did nothing to calm the heat building low in his gut. By the time he dried off and returned to the room with only a towel slung low around his hips, his cock was already half-hard, twitching at the sight of Hyunjin still sleeping peacefully in his bed.
He approached slowly, the mattress dipping under his weight as he knelt beside him. His eyes traced the smooth lines of Hyunjin’s thighs, the way the denim stretched taut over the swell of his ass. Minho’s hand moved almost on its own, fingertips brushing lightly along the back of one bare calf, then higher, skimming up the warm skin of his thigh. The muscle there was soft under his palm, relaxed in sleep.
He swallowed hard, pulse kicking up. So fucking pretty like this. Vulnerable. Available.
His touch grew bolder, sliding up to the hem of those shorts, then gliding over the thick fabric covering Hyunjin’s ass. He squeezed gently, feeling the firm flesh yield under his fingers, thumb pressing into the crease where thigh met cheek. Hyunjin didn’t stir, only let out a soft, unconscious sigh into the pillow. That sound went straight to Minho’s cock, making it strain against the towel.
Minho hooked his fingers under the waistband of the denim shorts. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he tugged them down, inch by inch, careful not to jostle the sleeping man. The fabric dragged over the curve of Hyunjin’s ass, revealing smooth, pale skin and the black lace thong. Of course Hyunjin loves wearing thongs.
He kept pulling until the shorts were bunched around Hyunjin’s thighs, exposing the thong to him completely. Minho’s breathing had grown rougher, his free hand palming himself through the towel as he stared. Hyunjin’s body lay there, open and unaware, legs slightly parted in sleep.
Minho leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Hyunjin’s ear without quite touching. His voice was a low, dark whisper meant only for himself.
“Fuck… look at you. All mine to use while you sleep.”
His hand returned to Hyunjin’s ass, hand was inside of the black lace, this time skin on skin, spreading him open just enough to drag a thumb along his entrance. He was already thinking about pushing in, about taking what he wanted while Hyunjin stayed lost in dreams.
Minho’s hands trembled slightly with restraint as he continued tugging the denim shorts further down Hyunjin’s thighs to ankles to thw floor. He hooked two fingers under the fragile lace waistband and peeled it down with excruciating care, sliding the fabric over the smooth globes of Hyunjin’s ass and down his long legs until it joined the shorts. Hyunjin remained deep in sleep, only shifting his hips a fraction with a soft, unconscious exhale. The movement made his ass jiggle slightly, and Minho’s cock throbbed painfully against the towel.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Minho pushed Hyunjin’s legs further apart, settling himself between them on the bed. He gripped those plush cheeks firmly and spread them wide open, exposing the tight, pink hole completely. Without hesitation, he dove in.
His tongue dragged hot and wet from Hyunjin’s perineum all the way up to his entrance in one long, starving lick. Then he buried his face deeper, moaning shamelessly into the warm flesh as he devoured him. He ate Hyunjin out like a man possessed, licking, sucking, and spearing his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle with desperate hunger. The taste of him, the soft, sleepy heat, the way his hole fluttered unconsciously against Minho’s tongue. It drove him feral.
Minho groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against sensitive skin. He lapped and sucked harder, fucking his tongue in and out, spit dripping down Hyunjin’s balls and onto the sheets. He was ravenous, face pressed so tight between those cheeks he could barely breathe, but he didn’t care. He wanted to consume him.
Only when his jaw started to ache did he pull back, lips shiny and swollen, breathing ragged. Hyunjin was still asleep, but his hole was now glistening with Minho’s spit, twitching faintly from the thorough tongue-fucking.
Minho reached over to the nightstand, quietly opening the drawer and pulling out the familiar bottle of lube. He slicked his fingers generously, the wet sound loud in the quiet room.
He started slow.
One finger circled the relaxed entrance before pushing in smoothly to the knuckle. Hyunjin’s body accepted it easily, still loose and warm from the rimming. Minho worked it in and out, curling gently, then added a second. Then a third. He took his time, scissoring and stretching, watching with dark, hungry eyes as Hyunjin’s hole opened up around his fingers.
By the time he pushed a fourth finger inside, Minho was panting, his own cock leaking steadily against his thigh. He pumped all four fingers slowly, deeply, twisting and spreading them to open Hyunjin up properly. The stretch was obscene, the slick sounds filthy as he worked him open with patient, thorough care, making sure he was ready to take everything Minho wanted to give him while he slept.
Hyunjin let out a tiny, broken whimper in his sleep, hips twitching once, but he didn’t wake.
Minho’s voice was rough, barely above a whisper.
“Good boy! just stay like this for me.”
Minho’s eyes darkened as he stared at the way Hyunjin’s hole stretched around his four slick fingers. The sight was addictive, the puffy, glistening rim gripping him tightly even in sleep. He twisted his hand slowly, spreading the fingers wider, watching the obscene stretch with a hungry growl low in his throat.
He wasn’t done yet.
He pulled his fingers out almost completely, then poured more lube over his hand, coating it generously until it dripped. With deliberate care, he tucked his thumb against his palm and pressed forward again. The first push was slow, patient.
Hyunjin’s body resisted for a moment before the rim gave way, swallowing Minho’s hand up to the knuckles.
“Fuck!” Minho breathed, voice hoarse. He leaned down and pressed open-mouthed kisses along the back of Hyunjin’s thigh, then sucked hard, pulling the soft skin between his teeth and leaving a deep, blooming hickey. He did it again and again, marking up the sensitive flesh of both thighs while he worked his hand deeper.
Little by little, he pushed in. The stretch was intense, Hyunjin’s hole opening wider than it ever had around his fist. Minho’s cock jerked hard at the sight, leaking messily onto the sheets. He kept going, slow and steady, until his entire hand slipped inside the tight, scorching heat.
Once he was fully seated, Minho paused, letting Hyunjin’s body adjust. He could feel the velvety walls clenching and fluttering wildly around his wrist. It was overwhelming. Perfect.
He started to move,gentle, shallow thrusts of his fist, barely pulling out before pushing back in, opening Hyunjin up even more with every careful stroke. At the same time, he leaned over the sleeping man’s body and continued marking him.
His mouth latched onto the full curve of Hyunjin’s ass cheek, sucking hard enough to leave a vivid red-purple bruise. He moved to the other cheek, then higher, dragging his lips and teeth along the smooth skin just above the swell of his ass, right on his lower back. He left a trail of possessive hickeys there too,dark blooms of ownership scattered across pale skin.
Minho’s breathing was ragged, forehead pressed against Hyunjin’s spine as he fucked him slowly with his fist. Every time he pushed in deeper, he sucked another mark into Hyunjin’s body.
“Look at you,” he whispered darkly against sweat-damp skin, voice thick with lust. “Taking my whole fist so well while you’re sleeping! such a perfect little fucktoy.”
Hyunjin let out a soft, broken moan in his sleep, his hips twitching weakly, but his eyes stayed closed, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. His body remained limp and pliant, completely at Minho’s mercy.
Minho curled his fingers inside, pressing against that sweet spot, and leaned down to suck another hickey high on the inside of Hyunjin’s thigh, dangerously close to where his fist disappeared. He was in no rush. He wanted to keep this going for as long as he could-fisting him deep and slow while painting his skin with bruises.
Minho slowly withdrew his hand from Hyunjin’s stretched hole, watching with dark satisfaction as the puffy rim clenched around nothing, a thick string of lube stretching and breaking between his fingers and that abused entrance. Hyunjin’s hole stayed open for a moment, visibly gaping from the intense fisting, glistening and dripping.
He sat back on his heels and yanked the towel off his hips, freeing his aching cock. It slapped heavily against his stomach, red and leaking. Without thinking, he wiped his lube-drenched hand on the discarded towel, cleaning it just enough before tossing the towel aside.
Minho gripped the base of his cock and leaned forward again, pressing the swollen, flushed head right against Hyunjin’s slick, ruined rim. The younger man was absolutely drenched in lube, his hole sloppy and open, practically begging to be used.
He pushed.
The fat head of his cock slipped inside with almost no resistance, the lube making the slide obscenely easy. Minho’s eyes rolled back, a choked groan tearing from his throat as tight heat enveloped him.
“Shit!fuck–” he hissed through clenched teeth.
The sensation was too much. Hyunjin’s walls were burning hot, velvety, still fluttering from being fisted so thoroughly. Minho only had the tip in and he already felt his orgasm surging dangerously close, balls drawing up tight. He slammed a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing hard, almost painfully, to stop himself from cumming right then and there like a desperate teenager.
He stayed perfectly still for a few long seconds, breathing raggedly through his nose, forehead pressed against Hyunjin’s lower back. Only when the edge receded slightly did he pull out completely, his cock twitching angrily in the cool air, shiny with lube.
Minho reached over to the nightstand again, rummaging quickly until his fingers closed around the thick black cock ring. He slid it down his throbbing length with practiced movements, pushing it firmly to the base. The tight pressure locked everything in place, turning the overwhelming pleasure into something more controlled, more drawn-out.
He let out a shaky breath, eyes locked on Hyunjin’s dripping, slightly gaping hole.
“Better,” he muttered darkly, voice low and rough. “Now I can fuck you properly for as long as I want.”
His hand returned to his cock and he rubbed the head against Hyunjin’s sloppy entrance again, teasing the rim before starting to push back in.
Minho gripped Hyunjin’s hips firmly, thumbs pressing into the fresh hickeys he’d left on the pale skin. With the cock ring snug at the base of his shaft, he lined himself up again and pushed in, this time in one long, smooth thrust.
He sank deep, burying himself to the hilt in one go. The slick, ruined heat of Hyunjin’s hole swallowed him completely, still loose and sloppy from the fisting and lube. A broken groan tore from Minho’s throat as he bottomed out, hips flush against those marked-up ass cheeks.
“Fuck! so warm,” he whispered, voice strained with raw need.
He started fucking him properly then, deep, steady strokes that dragged his thick cock along Hyunjin’s walls. The wet, filthy sound of lube and flesh filled the quiet room as Minho picked up a slow but relentless rhythm, pulling out until just the head remained inside before slamming back in.
Hyunjin stirred.
A soft, confused whimper escaped him. His long lashes fluttered, eyes cracking open blearily for a few seconds. His body tensed slightly beneath Minho.
“Mm– Minho-hyung..?” he mumbled, voice heavy with sleep, barely coherent.
Minho immediately leaned over him, chest pressing against Hyunjin’s back. He kept fucking him in slow, rolling thrusts while one hand slid up to gently stroke Hyunjin’s hair.
“Shhh! it’s nothing, baby,” he murmured soothingly against his ear, voice low and calm. “Just a dream. Go back to sleep. I’ve got you.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Hyunjin’s neck, still rocking into him steadily. His free hand slipped under the oversized hoodie, fingers finding one of Hyunjin’s sensitive nipples. He rolled it slowly between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging gently, feeling it harden under his touch.
Hyunjin let out a tiny, breathy moan, eyelids already drooping again.
“Good boy,” Minho praised softly, lips brushing his ear. “Just sleep. Let hyung take care of you”
He twisted the other nipple now, playing with both of them as he fucked deeper, grinding against Hyunjin’s prostate with every thrust. Hyunjin’s body relaxed once more, sinking back into heavy sleep with a soft sigh, completely unaware of how thoroughly Minho was using him.
Minho’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He pinched Hyunjin’s nipples harder, tugging them as he started fucking him with longer, more possessive strokes, savoring every clench of that perfect, sleeping body around his cock.
Minho slowed his thrusts, breathing heavily as he gazed down at Hyunjin’s limp, marked-up body. The urge to change angles hit him hard! He wanted to see more of him, to feel him from a different position while he stayed lost in sleep.
He carefully pulled out, his thick cock glistening with lube and twitching angrily from the restriction of the cock ring. With gentle but firm hands, Minho rolled Hyunjin onto his side, facing away from him. He bent one of Hyunjin’s long legs at the knee, pushing it forward slightly so his ass was perfectly presented. The movement made Hyunjin stir again, a soft, sleepy murmur escaping his lips, but he didn’t fully wake.
“Easy. Stay asleep for me,” Minho whispered, placed a kiss to his shoulder.
He spooned up behind him, chest flush against Hyunjin’s back, and lined his cock up with that sloppy, stretched hole once more. One smooth push and he sank back inside, groaning deeply at the new angle. It felt even tighter like this, the position forcing Hyunjin’s walls to clamp down around him deliciously.
“Fuck! yes,” Minho hissed, burying his face in the crook of Hyunjin’s neck.
He started fucking him again, slower at first, savoring the glide, then building into deep, rolling thrusts. The side position let him wrap one arm around Hyunjin’s waist, holding him close, while his other hand slipped back under the hoodie to play with his nipples again. He pinched and rolled the sensitive buds between his fingers, tugging them in time with his hips.
Every thrust pushed Hyunjin’s body forward slightly on the bed, his ass jiggling softly against Minho’s pelvis. The wet, obscene sound of lube-slick skin meeting skin filled the room again. Minho’s cock dragged perfectly against Hyunjin’s prostate from this angle, and he made sure to grind against it on every inward stroke.
Hyunjin let out a broken, unconscious whimper, his body twitching weakly in Minho’s hold, but his eyes remained closed, breathing still deep and heavy with sleep.
Minho tightened his grip on Hyunjin’s hip, fucking him a little harder now, possessive and greedy.
“That’s it. take hyung’s cock just like this,” he breathed hotly against Hyunjin’s ear, voice low and rough. “So fucking perfect for me even when you’re sleeping.”
Minho pressed one last deep kiss to the back of Hyunjin’s neck before slowly pulling out. His cock throbbed angrily, still trapped by the tight cock ring, slick and flushed dark red.
He gently rolled Hyunjin onto his back, careful not to jostle him too much. Hyunjin’s legs fell open naturally, long and pliant, the oversized hoodie still bunched up around his chest, exposing his marked thighs, ass, and lower back. His cock lay half hard against his stomach, shiny with the precum Minho had stroked out of him earlier.
Minho knelt between those spread thighs and finally reached down, gripping the base of his own cock. With a low hiss, he rolled the cock ring off and tossed it aside. The sudden rush of blood made him groan sharply, pleasure spiking hard through his body.
“Fuck--that’s better,” he muttered, voice wrecked.
He hooked his hands under Hyunjin’s knees and pushed them up and apart, folding the younger man nearly in half. The position left him completely exposed, that pretty, abused hole still gaping slightly and dripping with lube.
Minho leaned forward, bracing one hand beside Hyunjin’s head, and guided his bare cock back to the slick entrance. He pushed in with one smooth, relentless thrust, burying himself balls-deep in a single motion.
A guttural moan tore from his throat at the feeling. Without the ring, everything was sharper, more intense. Hyunjin’s heat wrapped around him like velvet fire, still loose and sloppy from everything he’d done earlier.
He started fucking him hard on his back, deep, powerful strokes that made the bed creak softly. Every thrust punched right against Hyunjin’s prostate, and Minho made sure to grind against it on every inward snap of his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with the wet squelch of lube filled the room.
Hyunjin’s head lolled to the side on the pillow, lips parted, a soft, helpless moan slipping out with every particularly deep thrust. His lashes fluttered but he stayed asleep, body limp and pliant under Minho’s relentless pace.
Minho’s eyes were dark with lust as he stared down at him. One hand returned to Hyunjin’s chest, pushing the hoodie higher so he could pinch and twist both nipples again, tugging them harder now that he had better access. His other hand gripped one of Hyunjin’s thighs, spreading him wider as he fucked him deeper.
“So fucking good like this,” Minho growled under his breath, hips snapping forward. “Laying there taking my cock raw while you sleep! my perfect little sex toy.”
He leaned down, sucking a fresh hickey right below Hyunjin’s collarbone, then another on his chest, all while continuing to pound into him with steady, greedy thrusts. The lack of the cock ring made it harder to hold back, but he didn’t want to stop yet. He wanted to enjoy every second of this.
He kept one hand tormenting Hyunjin’s nipples while the other slid down to grip his soft, half-hard cock, stroking it lazily as he continued thrusting deep into his body from behind.
Minho’s thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping harder and faster as he drove into Hyunjin’s pliant body. The lack of the cock ring made everything too intense,the tight, velvety heat, the obscene wet sounds, the sight of Hyunjin’s marked-up thighs spread wide and his nipples flushed and swollen from being toyed with.
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck– Hyunjin!” Minho growled through gritted teeth, burying himself as deep as possible. His hips stuttered, pressing flush against Hyunjin’s ass as his orgasm crashed over him. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded deep inside Hyunjin’s hole, pulse after pulse, filling him up. Minho’s whole body shuddered with the force of it, a low, broken moan escaping his throat as he ground in deep, making sure every drop stayed buried inside that warm, abused channel.
He stayed there for a long moment, panting harshly against Hyunjin’s neck, cock twitching with aftershocks. Only then did he slowly pull out, watching with dark, possessive satisfaction as a thick trickle of his cum started to leak from Hyunjin’s puffy, gaping hole.
Minho quickly reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a medium-sized black butt plug. He pressed the tip against the messy entrance and pushed it in slowly but firmly, watching Hyunjin’s rim stretch around the widest part before it popped inside, sealing his cum deep where it belonged.
“Good boy,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Hyunjin’s hip. “Keep hyung’s load inside you.”
Hyunjin let out a soft, unconscious whimper at the feeling of the plug, his brows twitching slightly, but he remained deep in sleep.
Minho wasn’t finished.
He moved down the bed, settling between Hyunjin’s spread legs. The younger man’s cock had grown fully hard from all the prostate stimulation, flushed dark and leaking against his stomach. Minho licked his lips, then leaned in and took him into his mouth in one smooth motion.
He sucked him eagerly–wet, messy, and hungry. His tongue swirled around the head, then slid down the shaft as he bobbed his head, taking him deeper with every pass. One hand stroked the base while the other gently rolled Hyunjin’s balls. He moaned around the length in his mouth, the vibrations traveling straight through Hyunjin’s cock.
Hyunjin’s hips twitched weakly, soft, breathy moans slipping from his parted lips even in sleep. His cock throbbed on Minho’s tongue, getting impossibly harder.
Minho sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks, determined to pull Hyunjin over the edge. He pressed two fingers against the base of the plug, pushing it deeper while he continued blowing him with filthy, wet sounds.
It didn’t take long.
Hyunjin’s body suddenly tensed, a broken, sleepy cry escaping him as he came hard down Minho’s throat. Thick ropes of cum flooded Minho’s mouth, and he swallowed every drop greedily, milking him through it with slow, gentle sucks until Hyunjin finally went limp again, breathing heavy and deep.
Minho pulled off with a soft pop, licking his lips clean as he stared at the beautiful, thoroughly used man beneath him. He gently pulled the hoodie back down to cover Hyunjin’s chest, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to his forehead.
“Sleep well, baby,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied.
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Minho stirred awake slowly, the room still dim with evening light filtering weakly through the curtains. A soft, warm pressure brushed against his bare shoulder–gentle kisses, lingering and affectionate.
He blinked his eyes open and turned his head. Hyunjin was curled up beside him, now fully awake, wearing one of Minho’s oversized t-shirts and a pair of loose shorts. His hair was messy, cheeks still faintly flushed, and those pretty eyes looked up at him with a soft, sated smile.
Minho’s lips curved into a lazy grin. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Hyunjin’s face.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice rough from sleep. “You feel good, baby?”
Hyunjin hummed happily, pressing another kiss to Minho’s shoulder before nuzzling closer. “Mhm. Really good. A little sore but in the best way.” He shifted slightly, clearly feeling the plug still inside him. “Thank you for cleaning me up properly and changing my clothes. I woke up all comfy and taken care of. You always do it so well.”
Minho’s chest warmed. He slid his hand to the back of Hyunjin’s neck and finally pulled him in for a proper kiss. deep, slow, and full of affection. Their lips moved together lazily, tongues brushing softly. When they parted, Minho rested their foreheads together.
“It was perfect,” Minho said quietly, thumb stroking Hyunjin’s cheek. “You stayed asleep through almost everything. The sleeping pills worked really well this time. You were so deep! so fucking pliant. I loved it.”
Hyunjin’s smile turned a little shy, but his eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “I’m glad. I wanted it to feel real for you. The whole somno thingy. waking up later and realizing how much you used me while I was out.” He bit his lip. “It was hot, right?”
“Too hot,” Minho admitted, voice dropping. “I nearly lost it the second I pushed inside. You were dripping with lube, all stretched and open from my fist. My perfect sweetheart.” He paused, smirking. “And that black lace thong? Fuck, I loved it. It looked so filthy on you.”
Hyunjin let out a soft laugh, cheeks turning pink. “I picked it up with Felix the other day. Seungmin got one too, you know. Matching set.”
Minho’s eyebrows rose, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh yeah? Then I’m definitely fucking them in their thongs too. Both of them. Maybe at the same time if they’re good.”
Hyunjin giggled, the sound light and playful as he draped a leg over Minho’s hip. “Can I join and watch? Or maybe help hold them down while you ruin them?”
Minho chuckled lowly, pulling Hyunjin closer until their bodies pressed together. “Greedy. But yes. You can definitely join.”
They both dissolved into quiet giggles, foreheads touching again. Minho captured Hyunjin’s lips in another kiss,. slower this time, sweeter, full of that familiar warmth that always settled between them after intense scenes. His hand slipped under the t-shirt to gently rub Hyunjin’s back, right over the faint hickeys he’d left earlier.
For now, the rest of the world could wait.