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The light from his phone screen flashing with a notification was enough to distract Mingi from his conversation with the rest of the band; with a slight smirk spreading across his lips, he reached for his phone on the arm of the sofa, staring at the message as if he’d been waiting for, that one in particular.
The guitarist was the first to notice, watching as his friend twirled the drumstick in one hand, between his fingers, while the other was busy holding the phone, smiling at the screen like a man lost in thought.
“Let me guess… Yunho wants you to pick him up?” he says, drawing attention to himself and then to his friend.
Mingi shoves his phone into his pants pocket and stands up almost lazily, still smiling the same way, as if he had all the time in the world, not the least bit concerned by the raised eyebrows and sly grins of his friends around him.
“No drummer, no rehearsal, guys. Forget it,” the red-haired vocalist says, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
“Leave him alone, Jjong,” the guitarist says again, taking a generous swig of beer straight from the bottle. “A man in love has places to go.”
Mingi runs a hand through his hair, tossing his drumsticks onto the couch, forcing a half-hearted laugh at a discomfort that wasn’t real, only responding to his friend’s taunt with a middle finger.
“We’ll continue tomorrow,” he says before turning and walking through the door, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone once more.
The guitarist stops beside Jongho at the door, resting a hand on his shoulder, leaning forward slightly as he shakes his head from side to side, one eyebrow raised and a look of pure amusement on his face.
“We’ve lost another band member to love… First it was Hongjoong, now Mingi.” He presses a hand against his own chest, feigning deep sorrow while trying not to let his amused laughter escape.
The bassist, still sitting on the couch, immediately lifts his face, setting his phone aside, and shoots an offended glance at the two who were watching Mingi walk away with theatrical melancholy, as if he were never coming back.
“I’m still here, you know?” Hongjoong says, crossing his arms, unwilling to be ignored.
Jongho makes a sound of disapproval, a dramatic pout.
“Yeah, Sannie… It’s just you and me now,” he says in a tragic tone, as if his friend weren’t right behind them.
Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “You guys are ridiculous.”
[ . . . ]
The dance studio parking lot was empty, which made sense given the time of day.
Mingi stopped the Honda CB650R right in front of the main entrance; he took off his helmet and placed it on the tank, pulling out his phone to check the message one more time.
He told himself he was just checking the number of the studio where Yunho was—even though he already knew it by heart from picking him up so often—and not to admire yet again the photo Jeong had sent of him in front of the mirror, his skin still glistening from the effort, the leotard perfectly highlighting his slender silhouette... No, he just didn’t want to get the room wrong—that’s all.
When he finally found the room, he opened the door slowly; the soft click echoed throughout the studio, causing Yunho to look back.
The first thing Yunho did when he saw Mingi was smile.
Mingi needed an extra second standing at the doorway to compose himself before finally stepping inside and closing the door behind him. That man was even more dazzling in person... Mingi’s gaze slid over Jeong’s entire body like a devoted man, memorizing every little bit of his favorite deity.
He didn’t even notice the silence stretching on for too long between them, until Yunho snapped him out of his trance with a low chuckle.
“You seem distracted,” he says as he tosses his bag into the corner of the room.
Mingi tilted his head slightly to the side, slowly closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps.
“It’s nothing, just… I got distracted by the acoustics of the place,” he lies.
Yunho simply nods, trying to hide a crooked smile, turning his face to look at his reflection in the studio’s large mirrored wall.
“I still need to stretch. Do you mind waiting a little while?” He said as he rested his arms on the bar, stretching his tired leg muscles.
Mingi stopped at a distance he considered safe, crossed his arms, and leaned his hip against one of the bars attached to the wall. He just shrugged, nodding for Yunho to continue.
Now watching live and in color, those tights looked slightly see-through in the places where they hugged Jeong’s curves every time he stretched. Mingi couldn’t help but notice the baggy sweatpants hanging so low on the other guy’s hips that they looked like they’d fall off at any moment, which he almost prayed would happen.
When Yunho stretched his leg back, the waistband of the sweatpants dropped a little further, revealing the high sides of the leggings that hugged his hips. That only fueled Song’s vivid imagination, which had long been fantasizing about what it would be like to get his hands on that man. He felt a shiver run through his entire body just imagining ripping those pants off, throwing Yunho against the mirror, and devouring him with a kiss full of hunger and desire—which was exactly what he was feeling right now.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt your rehearsal, Mingi-yah.”
The way Yunho called his name only fueled even more that burning sensation spreading throughout his body now.
“No, I… We finished early today.”
Mingi’s awkward manner when he lied was cute. Yunho always found it cute how he always looked away when he lied.
When the dancer slid to the floor in a split, Mingi’s breath caught, and Yunho noticed. Of course he noticed.
He smiled, leaning his torso forward until his chest touched the floor, stretching his arms above his head. And, whether intentional or not, the groan of relief that escaped Jeong’s lips as he stretched his tired muscles sent a shockwave through Mingi’s entire body.
Mingi was stiff, frozen in place as if he might break something if he moved, and he feared that this had to do with the “best friends” boundaries he’d established between Yunho and himself.
Not that he didn’t want to bite through that damn line with his teeth and destroy those boundaries once and for all, but just the thought of losing Yunho made him dizzy with despair.
But at that moment his mind wasn’t working as it should… Not with Jeong’s long legs stretched out on the floor, perfectly highlighting the silhouette of his round butt in the sweatshirt, his slim waist almost begging to be grabbed… He shook his head from side to side as if that could drive the thoughts away.
But what really made him snap out of it was when Yunho let out a strangled cry of pain straight from his throat, pulling one leg up and clutching his calf tightly. Mingi rushed over to him almost immediately, a worried look taking over his face as he knelt on the floor.
“What happened?? Are you hurt?” The exasperated, worried voice made Yunho slowly lift his face and look him straight in the eyes.
“Cramp—Shit...! I was stretching to avoid exactly that...”
Song’s large hands slowly settled on the sore spot, massaging it gently, with almost reverent care.
“Calm down, it’ll pass…” he says, massaging the other’s leg while Yunho grips his wrist tightly, searching for something to hold onto.
The sounds escaping the other’s mouth were almost indecent, they were so sensual, and Mingi found himself mentally cursing himself for finding Yunho’s moans of pain so good. Damn… If he moaned that good just from a massage, imagine with...
“A-ah! Mingi!” He releases the other’s wrist only to grab Song’s thigh even tighter. “Fuck...”
Their eyes met for an instant that felt far more significant than it should have. Mingi watched as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, easing the intensity of the massage, feeling a throbbing discomfort inside his own pants.
"I’m sorry if I hurted y—"
"No!" He replied immediately, before the other could even finish his own sentence. “No… Don’t stop… Please.”
The plea sent another shockwave through the other man’s body, and Mingi felt another insistent throbbing between his legs, unable to look away from those mesmerizing eyes that held him in place.
He didn’t think twice before continuing, doing exactly as he’d been asked, coaxing more of those addictive sounds from the other person’s mouth.
After a few minutes of that massage—almost devout in its attentiveness—Yunho finally seemed more relaxed, stretching his leg out normally again.
"You know..." He begins, and Yunho stares at him while he still looks down. "Next time I can help you with that, if you want."
The dancer lets an involuntary smile escape, that silly little way he has when he finds something too cute. He leans forward slightly and strokes the blond hair at the back of the other’s neck with his free hand, leaving it there while using the other to brace himself against the floor.
“I’d love for you to help me stretch, but then you’d have to spend a long time with me here in the studio…” An almost imperceptible pause, were it not for the intention. “…Just the two of us.”
The way Mingi held his breath for a hesitant second was enough to make Yunho smile and slowly slide his hand from the back of Mingi’s neck down his back until it rested on the floor beside his thigh.
Mingi turned his face to finally meet his gaze, and Yunho could have sworn he saw an almost predatory gleam in those small, sharp eyes.
“That sounds… interesting.” He speaks in a dangerously low voice, a mischievous little smile forming on his lips.
“I thought you’d say that.” Yunho replies in the same tone, now leaning forward a little more, closing the distance between them even further. “It would be nice to have you here…” His gaze falls on the other's lips for a second, then returns to his eyes immediately afterward, as if nothing had happened. “To help me, you know?”
The little smile on Jeong’s lips gave Mingi the confirmation he needed to react.
The hand that had remained on his knee after massaging his calf soon made its way up his thigh, slowly, as if still exploring the territory with caution.
Yunho kept his eyes locked on his while feeling Song’s hand slowly climb up his thigh until it stopped in the middle and dug his fingers firmly into the inner side. The action drew a faint sigh from Jeong.
“Mingi…” he whispered through clenched teeth, involuntarily spreading his legs wider.
His gaze fell on the erection visible through the other’s dark jeans, which only made the little smile on Mingi’s face grow wider.
“Do you want me to help you?” he says as he strokes Jeong’s thigh, moving dangerously upward to where the contact burns most intensely.
Yunho nodded almost desperately, biting his lower lip.
Mingi let out a soft, amused chuckle, a smug expression on his face. He leaned forward a little more, closing the distance between them even further until he could feel the heat of Yunho’s breath on his skin.
“I want… Please, I want you to help me, Mingi-yah.” He practically whispered right against his lips.
Mingi smiled, pulling away completely, standing up without saying a single word. Yunho tilted his head to the side, a little confused.
“Stand up.” He ordered.
And Yunho obeyed immediately, approaching Mingi again, practically hypnotized by Song’s piercing gaze, which never left him for even a single second.
When Mingi’s firm hands gripped his waist tightly, Yunho had to bite his lower lip to stifle a moan as he was pulled even closer.
“I’ll help you stretch, don’t worry.” The mischievous little smile on his lips suggested that Yunho should indeed be worried.
But he trusted Mingi more than anyone else, so he simply let himself go when Song pushed him back against the mirror, pinning him with the weight of his own body.
A pathetic sound of satisfaction escaped Jeong’s lips when Mingi squeezed his waist tightly, guiding his hips, rubbing his own erection against Yunho’s.
And Mingi let a nearly guttural growl escape straight from his throat as he felt the heat of that body that seemed simply too right against his own, as if it were made for this.
And without further ado, Mingi closed the distance between them once and for all with a hungry, messy kiss, almost desperate with pent-up desire, which felt more certain than anything else, and the way Yunho leaned in to kiss him back only confirmed it.
Jeong’s hands automatically sought the sides of his face, remaining there, holding him in place, intensifying the kiss even more now that he was forcing his way into the other’s mouth with his own tongue. When Yunho slid his tongue between his lips, Mingi welcomed it eagerly, welcoming the warm muscle into his own mouth, sucking on it.
The studio was silent, except for the sound of their panting, mingled breaths, the wet smacking of the kiss, and the low, satisfied sounds that escaped from both of them from time to time.
The hand that had previously clung tightly to Yunho’s waist now slowly slipped inside his sweatpants, the warm palm pressing against Jeong’s aching erection trapped in the fabric.
“Hmng… Mingi…” he moaned against the other’s mouth, his hips undulating involuntarily in search of relief.
Mingi smiled, ending the kiss with a bite on Yunho’s lower lip, pulling away slightly from him and consequently removing his hand from where Jeong most wanted him not to take it. The absence of the warmth of Mingi’s palm was immediate, drawing a weak, dissatisfied sound from Yunho.
But Mingi had other plans, and Yunho seemed to realize it, leaning back with his hands on the waistband as he watched—breathless and anxious about what was to come—as Mingi took off his black leather jacket and tossed it somewhere in the room, revealing the ribbed tank top he was wearing underneath, which, by the way, really highlighted his defined chest.
And Mingi soon revealed the second move he had in mind, slowly pulling down those loose sweatpants until they fell to his ankles, when Yunho kicked them away.
Now the silhouette outlined by the leotard—and nothing else—was breathtaking. Mingi felt his own erection throb painfully as he admired Yunho’s sculpted body. The curves, the defined muscles, the glistening skin, the chest rising and falling slowly, the heavy breathing... And all of this because of him, for him. The thought only spurred him on even more to continue.
He pressed their bodies together again, initiating another kiss, but this time less urgent, more rhythmic, more careful, as if the haste from earlier had turned into something far more dangerous...
The wet, erotic sounds of the kiss filled the entire studio as they decided to explore each other’s bodies with the care of a desperate man. Yunho was the first to slip his hands inside the tank top, slowly moving up his abdomen until he reached the defined pectorals, cupping them with both hands, making Song shudder and moan hoarsely against his mouth.
Mingi also explored the other person’s body with his hands, but over the leotard clinging to Yunho’s body, running his fingers over the fabric, deciding whether or not to tear it so he could have Yunho completely in his grasp... But he decided against it, at least not now. He slid both hands down to the other man’s ass, slipping them under the side opening of the tights, cupping the flesh in his hands. Yunho felt one of his hands sliding slowly behind his thigh, applying pressure as if to lift it, and only then tightening his grip behind the knee, lifting the other man’s leg until it was trapped between them, resting it on his own shoulder.
It was only when they paused the kiss to catch their breath that Mingi opened his eyes again, admiring the scene before him.
A breathless Yunho, completely surrendered and open to him, staring back with a look that made no secret of the desire he felt for the other, practically begging to be fucked.
A wicked little smile formed on Mingi’s lips.
“Ah, Yunho…” His voice was laced with amusement. “I’m going to finish you off.”
The emphasis on the phrase was almost a growl of pure lust, sending a shiver down Jeong’s spine, making him tremble and cling to Mingi’s shoulders, bracing himself so he wouldn’t give in.
And before Yunho could react or even protest, Mingi slipped two fingers into the side opening of the leotard, sliding slowly beneath the fabric, testing its elasticity, and when he saw that it was enough to pull it aside, he smiled.
And Yunho felt that smile cause his knees to buckle, which would have sent him to the floor if he hadn’t been pinned there between the mirror and Mingi’s body. He was considering asking Song to rip that piece of fabric and do whatever he wanted with him, but he wasn’t quick enough—not as quick as Mingi, who pulled the opening to the side, freeing the other man’s erection from the fabric. Yunho groaned as he felt the contrast in temperature upon being released.
“Ah! Min— Shit…” he says, biting his lower lip.
Mingi gently grasped the other’s erection with his hand, drawing a hoarse moan from Jeong; he licked his lips as he massaged the pink glans with his thumb, spreading the pre-cum along its length with his palm to facilitate the back-and-forth motion, causing Yunho to throw his head back against the glass while closing his eyes tightly, cursing under his breath.
Before letting go of his waist, Mingi made a point of whispering, “Hold on to me,” spitting on his fingers and slowly sliding his now-free hand downward. Yunho followed the entire movement with his eyes, watching Mingi’s hand move a little further away from the tights, pressing his fingers slowly against his entrance, rubbing there in slow motions while the other worked quickly along the length of Yunho’s cock. The contrasting touches, worthy of enviable motor coordination, drew a strangled moan from Jeong, who no longer even bothered to hold back.
“Your moans are so hot, Yun…” he whispered close to the other’s ear.
He pressed just to hear the satisfied sounds escaping from Yunho, making a show of penetrating but without actually entering, merely teasing the other’s entrance for the sheer pleasure of hearing his moans.
Yunho, on the other hand, seemed desperate, craving more, trembling with anticipation whenever Mingi’s fingers threatened to enter, losing another little bit of his sanity while his other hand worked so wonderfully well on his erection, making him see stars whenever he closed his eyes as the abundant pleasure spread throughout his body.
Mingi moved even closer, if that was possible, and buried his face in the curve of Yunho’s neck, leaving soft kisses on the sensitive skin, gradually increasing the intensity, becoming more and more possessive, leaving hickies now, tracing a wet path down to his adam’s apple, scraping the skin with his teeth until he reached the collarbone, biting the sensitive skin. Yunho only realized that this was a distraction when he felt a finger finally entering him, pushing in despite his resistance, throwing his head back, making room for Mingi to continue, moaning loud and shamelessly this time.
“Just this isn’t enough for you, is it?” he teases, and Yunho could swear he felt Song’s smile against his throat. “You want me inside you, fucking you so good until you’re pathetic, begging for my cock.”
He didn’t even realize he was doing it, but he was already agreeing with a frantic nod of his head.
And that was enough for Mingi, who shoved in another finger; now with both inside him, he began the slow back-and-forth motion, feeling Yunho tilt his hips toward his fingers, begging for more.
The satisfied little smile was inevitable, so he began scissoring motions, stretching the other’s entrance, preparing Yunho to fuck him like there was no tomorrow.
Yunho could only cling even tighter to Song, his arms wrapped around the other’s shoulders, holding on tightly as the sensations brought them closer and closer to orgasm.
“I’m almost there, Mingi-yah… Don’t stop, fuck—keep going like this…!”
Once the tightness of Yunho’s entrance had gradually loosened, Mingi slipped in another finger, letting himself feel Yunho’s warm walls sucking his fingers in as if the idea of being empty were inconceivable. The speed of his two hands was practically the same now; one stroking the hard cock, rubbing his thumb against the pink, wet tip every time it rose, while the other worked to slide his fingers in and out in a pleasurable rhythm that made Yunho roll his eyes.
Now Mingi curved his fingers with each thrust, searching for the spot that would make Yunho collapse completely, leaning in for another kiss, this time with a new kind of desperation, as if with every passing second, his desire for Yunho only grew.
But it wasn’t until Yunho choked on a strangled moan that Mingi realized he’d found what he was looking for inside him. Song smiled during the kiss, content with just Yunho’s ecstatic whimpers as Jeong came, fucking his hand with undulating movements of his hips to prolong his own pleasure.
He only stopped pressing against Yunho’s prostate when he’d wrung out every last drop of cum from him, slowly massaging his cock until the overstimulation became uncomfortable, only then stopping.
He slowly slid his fingers out of Yunho, using his clean hand to lower Jeong’s leg back to the floor, but carefully, always holding him to keep him safe and upright.
“Yun, can I…?” he asks, planting a few soft kisses along the other’s jawline.
Yunho nods in agreement, smiling as he lets his head fall forward, resting his forehead on the other’s shoulder—breathless, spent, and satisfied.
Or almost.
“Mingi,” he begins, sliding a hand between their bodies, running it over the other’s erection. “Now’s the time for you to fuck me until I’m pathetic, begging for your cock…” he whispers close to the other’s ear, a hot, provocative whisper.
That was enough for Mingi. He lifted Yunho’s other leg this time, pinning it practically next to Jeong’s head, undulating his hips, rubbing his erection—trapped by the fabric—against the other’s semi-erect cock, gasping between his teeth every time they made contact.
But it was Yunho who used his hands this time, hurriedly unbuttoning the other’s pants, pulling the waistband down along with the boxers until Mingi’s thick, stiff cock was freed, almost drooling at the privileged view of the throbbing erection brushing against his stomach.
“Fuck… Stop teasing me and just put it in already.” He growls, gently massaging the glans with one hand while wrapping the other around the shaft, moving up and down slowly.
He aligned the shiny, pre-cum-covered head with his own entrance, biting his lower lip hard as Mingi pressed slowly, forcing its way in.
The resistance was short-lived; it lasted just long enough for Mingi to enter all at once, with a single brutal thrust that wrung a pitiful scream from Yunho.
Jeong shuddered all over, fighting with every ounce of strength he had not to give in as he tried to get used to the bulk inside him, breathing heavily, as if he’d forgotten how to do so.
“Take a deep breath, Yun...” He says as he presses his fingertips against Yunho’s stomach, where a small bulge was visible, causing the other’s body to tremble, “Fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect for me,” he whispers close to the other’s mouth, gently brushing his lips against them, without actually kissing him.
But Yunho didn’t care; he wanted everything from Mingi, he wanted everything Mingi would give him, and he would gladly accept it.
When Mingi slid out slowly until he’d almost pulled out completely, leaving only the head inside, Yunho suddenly felt the emptiness inside him, moving his hips in search of being filled, and Mingi soon fulfilled that desire with a rough thrust, followed by another, and another, and yet another... Mercilessly, pressing that slightly swollen spot on the other’s belly, making him moan loudly, screaming his name amidst sly whimpers.
The sensation of Yunho’s warm walls sucking him in with every thrust, clamping down on his cock so tightly as if they didn’t want to let him go, was simply ecstatic; Jeong’s moans were just as intense, as was that sculpted body that seemed tailor-made to withstand Mingi’s brutality.
“Mingi-yah… F-fuck– right there!” Yunho moans, a loud, lustful groan echoing throughout the studio as his nails dig into Mingi’s shoulders, scratching his skin and leaving long red marks across Song’s shoulders and arms.
He keeps thrusting, hitting Yunho’s prostate over and over, making him almost lose his mind from so much pleasure in such a short time. Yunho felt like he could come again at any moment.
“Come for me, Yun.” He whispers through clenched teeth, pulling, bringing one hand to the other’s waist, gripping tightly.
The thrusts only grew more violent; the sounds of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the studio, the acoustics of the place only further accentuating just how erotic that scene seemed now. Yunho moaning Song’s name nonstop, whimpering, begging for more while barely able to stand on his own, and Mingi thrusting hard inside him, letting low, hoarse moans escape his lips as he fucks him against the mirror, holding one of Jeong’s legs up, close to his head, as if testing the dancer’s body’s elasticity.
The way Yunho clenched around him gave away that his orgasm was near. He rolled his eyes, dug his nails into Mingi’s shoulders, and threw his head back, his mouth opening in a continuous moan as he came once more, with only Mingi's cock buried deep inside him.
Song was also close to orgasm and knew it, so he tightened his grip on Yunho’s waist so hard that it was sure to leave marks later.
Yunho trembled violently, crying out in pleasure as the shockwaves of overstimulation began to wash over his body while Mingi thrust faster, at a frantic pace that gradually slowed down, as he buried himself a few last times before finally spilling his abundant cum deep inside him.
Mingi slid out of him with a long, hoarse sigh, letting Jeong’s leg return to its original position, holding him by the waist, and that was when Yunho clung to him with all the little strength he had left, using Mingi as support for his weak, trembling body after the intense sex.
They stayed like that for a while, breathing heavily, bodies entwined, and hearts pounding in their chests. Neither wanted to speak first and break the comfortable silence that remained, but they feared it would be necessary anyway.
“Yun… Are you okay?” He planted a slow, gentle kiss on the other’s temple.
Yunho nodded with a low murmur, smiling almost tenderly… And Mingi could swear he saw a little smile on Jeong’s lips when he buried his face in the curve of his neck and planted a few kisses there.
Mingi sighed in relief, helping him get dressed and getting properly dressed himself before they cleaned up the traces of their fuck in the studio, only then leaving the room and heading toward Mingi’s motorcycle in the parking lot.
Song got on first, adjusting his own jacket on Jeong, who now looked at him with a different sparkle in his eyes. Not a bad kind of different... But something more sincere, as if crossing that line was really the right thing to do.
“Mingi, do you want to spend the night at my place?” he asked simply, but something in his tone betrayed a nervousness, almost as if he feared rejection.
Mingi’s heart skipped a beat.
But he reached out anyway, tucking a strand of Yunho’s hair behind his ear, smiling as he noticed the blush on his face. Damn, he’s so beautiful.
“You wasted a question,” he teased, speaking in an amused tone that made Jeong laugh and roll his eyes. “You already know I want.”
Yunho lets a sincere laugh escape his lips, in that genuine way that only someone who’s truly having fun would.
“You’re an idiot,” he complains, leaning forward just enough to bridge the distance between them with a brief, gentle kiss. “But you’re my idiot.”