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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Minho deadpans, staring at Jisung in disbelief.
The slightly shorter man laughs at him from across the table. They’re currently inside a café near their university where they’ve both agreed to meet up at, because Jisung has finally decided what he wanted Minho to do after taking his sweet time ‘thinking’ about it since last week when Minho lost in their bet.
“Come on, you have to admit that it’s actually a good idea,” Jisung casually replies, then takes a sip from his cup of mango fruit tea. It takes everything in Minho not to make a face; he’s always found that flavour disgusting. “Besides, you lost our bet so you have to do anything I want,” he adds with a shrug.
Minho cocks an eyebrow then, studying Jisung’s facial expression to see if there’s an ounce of him not being serious. He thinks the idea is ridiculous, to say the least, and it doesn’t help that Jisung’s recently-dyed hair makes him look like a walking light bulb.
His face ultimately twists into a frown when he didn’t see any, and he curses Jisung in his mind. “And it involves me wearing a dress?” He asks, though the answer is obvious.
Jisung nods, letting out a breathy laugh. “You told me you wanted to spice things up in your friends-with-benefits relationship with your roommate, didn’t you? I’m actually doing you a favour here even though I was the one who won,” he says. His chair creaks as he drags it around the table so he can sit next to Minho, before he leans closer to whisper something to his ear.
It tickles a bit, and Minho slightly squirms at the feeling; his eyes turning wide as his brain tries to register Jisung’s proposal. “I’m really not sure if this is a good idea,” he shifts his gaze to the side, still unconvinced.
“Aww, don’t you trust me, bestie?” Jisung coos, flashing his signature gummy smile— which always looks more like a shit-eating grin to Minho that he wants to punch one day— as he tugs Minho’s body closer to himself in a side hug, whispering something to the older man’s ear once more.
It has the right effect; just enough to finally convince Minho that yes, asking Kim Seungmin to have sex with him whilst wearing a dress might definitely be a good idea.
That’s how Minho ended up going to the mall downtown to buy a dress first thing in the morning the next day.
The dorms also happen to be oddly quiet today despite it being a weekend, and their neighbours on the eighth floor seem to be not around, too. He figures most of them are probably out on dates because it’s Valentine’s Day. Which actually makes it a perfect day to do what he has to do, but still, Minho wishes he could relate.
Standing in front of the mirror on his side of the room, a sigh escapes from his mouth before he, begrudgingly, strips off his current clothes and then puts the dress on.
Never, not even in his wildest dreams, has he ever thought that there will come a day when he’d have to wear a dress to ask Kim Seungmin— his roommate and fuck buddy for almost a year now— to have sex with him, but here he is.
He’s both nervous and thrilled to put the plan into motion, and maybe solve a little bit of his sexual frustrations. Or maybe not just ‘a little bit’. After all, it’s been an entire three weeks since the last time he and Seungmin had sex. And whilst Minho understands the reason why— it’s almost the finals week and Seungmin is still a diligent student despite having an actual sex life for a nerd— he can’t help but overthink the situation.
Like, is Seungmin bored of him already? Sure, they’d both agreed to respect each other’s personal lives and decisions before they started the kind of relationship they have, and sure, this thing had happened several times already over the course of the year that they’ve been together— still, there was never a time when they haven’t fucked for three weeks.
Minho thinks he might actually go batshit if he can’t have Seungmin’s dick inside his body for another day.
If he remembers correctly, the longest time they haven’t had sex was only eight days. And that was when they had their first serious fight, too. But it’s different this time. They didn’t have an argument, or any misunderstandings, and Seungmin still always gives in whenever Minho wanted to kiss. Strangely enough, everything is pretty much normal between them... minus the sex.
And he has to agree that their random, heated make-out sessions in either of their beds every other day are not enough to exactly satisfy his needs. He wants more.
No. He needs more. But, it’s also a little embarrassing for him to admit that he’s been actively waiting for an opportunity to actually ask Seungmin to fuck him good. Because as much as he wants it, badly, he knows his worth. He knows just how much out of Seungmin’s league he really is. That Seungmin is the lucky one for having someone like Minho as his fuck buddy.
Seungmin should be the one going haywire for not being able to have sex with Minho for so long, not the other way around. But unfortunately, that isn’t the case.
In his cute, pastel pink dress, he moves to sit on Seungmin’s bed quietly; a little disappointed to find out that Seungmin isn’t there to see him already. But, he hears the muffled sounds of splashing of water, so he immediately figured out that his roommate is just taking a shower at the moment. Seungmin must’ve woken up just a whilst ago before he got back home, Minho thinks.
His eyes shift towards the bathroom door, tugging on the end of the pretty, pink-coloured skirt of his dress before he pats it lightly in an attempt to tidy it a little. He then carefully settles on the far side of Seungmin’s bed, little fingers playing with the hem of his skirt.
The bathroom door creaks about five minutes later, causing Minho to slightly jump on his spot. Seungmin emerges from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his slim waist; dark brown hair damp, and droplets of water still dripping all over his torso.
The sight of his roommate looking like that instantly drives a lust in Minho’s gut; Seungmin is just so fucking hot. The bed lets out a quiet squeak as he slowly rises up from his seat, before walking towards Seungmin, who’s looking at him with wide, confused eyes.
With cheeks burning red, he tugs the brown-haired man’s arm and pulls him towards himself. “Kiss me,” he whispers to Seungmin’s left ear.
Albeit still looking confused with the current situation, Seungmin’s lips curl up into a smile, and he doesn't decline. Leaning closer to Minho’s figure, Seungmin presses their lips together.
Minho visibly melts against Seungmin’s soft kisses and burning touches, which soon escalates to slender fingers curling into raven locks, and warm, slick tongues dancing with one another in his mouth.
They part a few moments later; Minho pants softly for his breath, only for Seungmin to swipe it from him again. Brown, sinister eyes glint with something when their gazes meet after parting once more, sending Minho a way too familiar wave of shivers that shoots straight down his spine and then all over his body.
He’s only then interrupted from his slight trance by Seungmin’s honey-like voice.
“Okay, this is hot and all, but- can I ask you something, hyung?” Seungmin rubs his eyes as if he’s still incredulous about what he’s witnessing at the moment. “Why are you... wearing a dress?”
Minho pulls away from the younger man, and takes a step back; rose blush dusting his cheeks. He suddenly feels flustered, and hyperaware of Seungmin watching him, as if his body just remembered the feeling of shame again.
Dishevelled and still bashful, Minho just leans back closer and flashes the best smile he could muster at the newly-showered man. “Do I look pretty, Seungmin-ah?”
Seungmin looks at him with something in his eyes that Minho can’t quite decipher. He could practically feel the flush seeping onto his face in a crimson red burn.
“Oh, princess. Of course you are,” Seungmin says, gaze shifting down towards Minho’s skirt that has been lifted a bit and exposing a little more of his thick, meaty thighs. Minho shivers at the pet name, feeling himself getting more excited. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Have I ever told you that?” He adds, voice sweet like honey as if he hasn’t just been staring at Minho’s thighs for a little longer than necessary. As if Minho isn’t still blushing in embarrassment at the moment.
Minho falls silent then, and Seungmin seems to take the chance to let his eyes run along the older man’s body; admiring the way the pastel pink dress adorns him so well and fits perfectly on his figure.
“But why are you wearing a dress, exactly?” He asks eventually when Minho still showed no signs of speaking.
“N-nothing. It’s just- we haven’t had sex in quite a long time, so,” Minho stutters, shaking his head and biting his lower lip as his fingers fiddle on the hem of his skirt. “Um... d-do you want to undress me? I only bought this dress so you could take it off, you know...” He adds, eyes turning wide for second in the realisation of what he just said. The flush on his cheeks darkens tenfold, if possible, because how the fuck did he actually muster the courage to shamelessly say that?
But Minho’s confidence boosts itself even more when Seungmin suddenly presses him against the wall, then runs gentle, slender fingers down his body; telling Minho just how pretty he looks right now with that sweet, honey voice of his.
“I would be honoured to do that for you, princess,” Seungmin runs his tongue along his lips, before he nods in agreement, taking in the way the short skirt of the dress looks on the older man’s frame once more. “Do you want me? Tell me you want me, and I’ll be yours.”
Sheepishly, Minho bites his lower lip, before he nods. “Y-yes. Seungmin, please, I- I want you...” He confesses, almost begs; his voice barely above a whisper.
So much for knowing his worth and being out of Seungmin’s league.
Seungmin’s eyes visibly darken, and he licks his lips distractedly. That brings another surge of confidence to force itself through Minho’s veins as he switches their positions, pinning Seungmin against the wall instead.
With half-lidded eyes, he watches Seungmin carefully as he presses their bodies together, leaving no space in between. His lashes elegantly flutter shut when Seungmin’s hands instinctively slip under the soft material of his short skirt, high up his thighs.
Minho’s voice is low, velvety when he manages a confident smirk as he leans forward and locks his gaze with Seungmin’s, before he speaks again. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Seungmin-ah?”
They end up spending some more of their time making out on Minho’s bed. Seungmin also likes the dress on Minho a bit too much to take it off and actually insists that he should just keep it on. But Minho is stubborn enough that he keeps asking Seungmin to undress him and finds himself even more impish after Seungmin breathes soft words of praise onto his ear.
He then strips the younger man naked impatiently, and with the towel still between his fingers, Seungmin tugs him into another heated kiss; their tongues wetly gliding against one another.
The older man barely manages to catch his breath when Seungmin finally lets him go. He’s panting softly, gaze immediately finding its way towards Seungmin’s; loving the way it burns with lust that he’s never quite seen in the younger man’s eyes before.
“So,” Minho purrs as he runs his little fingers across Seungmin’s chest, whilst Seungmin slides his thumb against Minho’s lower lip, breaking the thin string of spit connecting them. He flashes Seungmin a grin before he gently bites on his finger.
Seungmin groans from underneath him when Minho suddenly pulls himself up, then seats his ass on the younger man’s hard cock, bouncing slowly for a few times with a smirk on his pretty face.
“Come on, Minnie, take off my dress now,” he says, batting his long eyelashes. Seungmin only manages a quiet groan as a response, making Minho giggle from above him.
A few moments later, Seungmin finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed with Minho seated on his lap, arms tightly wrapped around him. The two of them are kissing, again. His hand eventually finds its way towards Minho’s back, pulling the zipper of his dress down. Minho rises up from his seat on Seungmin’s lap only to watch as the younger man take his dress off of him, slowly.
What Seungmin sees next the moment Minho’s dress lands on the floor makes him release a loud gasp. He thought the dress was already it, but no, Minho had really thought of wearing a pair of pink lace panties, as well.
But of course he did, because he’s Minho.
“Fuck, hyung...” Seungmin couldn’t believe his eyes. But he also can’t help but stare at Minho’s hard and red cock, looking so pretty underneath the thin material of the undergarment.
Minho just stands there bashfully, burning red from his ears down to his shoulders as Seungmin continues staring at him with eyes full of nothing but lust. “S-stop that and do something to me already...” He stutters, voice trailing off. He then finds himself crawling on the bed, and soon enough, he’s already on his hands and knees; dress long forgotten, but with the panties still adorning his figure as he lifts his ass high up in the air, putting it on display only for Seungmin’s eyes to see. “Seungmin, please.”
Seungmin only nods, pulling Minho’s panties just enough to expose his pink, puckering hole. He nudges a wet finger into him shamelessly, eliciting a soft moan from the older man and making him whimper helplessly like he almost wants to cry. But Seungmin tells him that he’s a good boy, that he’s the prettiest man in the world, and suddenly, everything’s all better, because yes, Minho wants to be a good boy for him.
He could feel Seungmin’s eyes on him the entire time, and he shudders in anticipation. He has no idea what the younger man is planning for him, but he trusts Seungmin more than anyone else in the world, and he knows that his roommate would never do anything to hurt him.
Still, it also doesn’t help to calm his nerves that much. He could hear his blood rushing to his ears as he tries to listen to whatever is happening. Seungmin is seated behind him on the bed, mouth sucking on his fingers sloppily. And Minho wants that. He wants to be the one who’s always being lavished with attention. But, he couldn’t really complain right now. Not when Seungmin thinks that he looks so pretty like this.
Two slender fingers slide easily with just the help of spit, fitting perfectly inside his hole; Minho wishes he wouldn’t have to plead for Seungmin to hurry up. The lack of control has Minho desperately wanting for something more, and the fingers sliding in and out of his ass have him feeling numb with pleasure. But it’s still not enough.
It will never be enough.
“Seungmin...” He murmurs, tilting his head to the side in an attempt to get a better look of his roommate. “I- I already d-did it myself earlier.”
“Really?” Seungmin arches an eyebrow, gently turning his fingers from side to side. “What a good boy,” he hums in satisfaction.
Minho could only squirm in return, biting back the urge to whimper, not wanting to make a loud sound.
Seungmin smirks. “Tell me... how much of a good boy are you, hyung?” He coos, giggling afterwards. He then leans to Minho’s side, breathing warm air from his neck down to his spine; making the older man quiver at the sensation.
Minho isn’t quite sure if he’s supposed to answer that question, but suddenly, Seungmin pulls his fingers out of the older man’s ass and then seats himself in front of him with devilish eyes, spreading his legs apart. He holds his breath as Seungmin looks at him expectantly. “I... I think I’ve been a really good boy...”
Seungmin traces a finger along Minho’s lower lip, and Minho could only half-heartedly hate him for putting him into this hot mess. And there’s absolutely no way he’d ever admit that he actually loves the torment. Still, he’s trembling under Seungmin’s touches, breathing heavily.
“Seungmin, please...” He whispers, begs; his voice starting to get hoarse.
The younger man is staring at him from the front, licking his lips. “Please what?” He asks, and reaches a hand to gently rest at the curve of Minho’s ass.
With Seungmin in front of him, gently caressing his body with one hand and looking so pretty sprawled out like that, Minho’s utterly certain about what really he wants. “Please, fuck me already,” he manages to say, burying his face into the sheets.
Seungmin moves his other hand to run his fingers through Minho’s dark locks, a fond smile making its way through his face. “Are you that impatient, princess?” He purrs, and the older man could only whimper in return. His fingers travel further down, until he gently pushes two digits back inside of Minho’s needy hole.
Minho almost collapses when Seungmin’s slender fingers start wreaking havoc in his body and his mind once more.
“You’re a good boy, right, hyung?” Seungmin asks, smiling fondly again when Minho nods in response. “Then be a good boy for me and suck me off,” he says, tone almost commanding, tilting Minho’s pretty face up with his free hand.
Minho’s eyes glisten with excitement for a moment, beaming at Seungmin, before his gaze turns dark with lust as he shifts a little closer to the younger man. There’s a visible glint of relief in them, too, at finally being able to actually do something aside from just kneeling submissively on the bed, begging for Seungmin’s cock.
Running his tongue over his slightly swollen lips, Minho clambers forward to spread Seungmin’s thighs a little wider. Lips already parted, he closes them just around the head of Seungmin’s erection, earning him a low sound of pleasure from the younger man; his head falling back against the headboard of the bed.
The soft moan has Minho feeling a little more excited, bolder. He opens his mouth a bit, taking in more of Seungmin’s length. He lets his eyes flutter shut as he slides down and fits as much of the younger man’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks lewdly.
Seungmin hisses in pleasure at the sensation, making it clear that he appreciates the gesture. He then pushes his fingers back into Minho’s hole without warning, and the older man tenses at the sudden contact.
Minho’s palms lay flat against Seungmin’s inner thighs, keeping his legs wide open. He moans around the younger man’s hard shaft as he continues to bob his head, sucking his cock obediently as Seungmin adds another digit and pumps them in and out of his hole.
Tears form in the corners of Minho’s eyes when Seungmin abruptly pulls his fingers out and then suddenly pushes the back of Minho’s head to his dick further down his throat. It hurts and it burns, but Seungmin’s softly whispering words of praise onto his ear as the gentle fingers of his free hand caress through his hair, soothing him. So, Minho takes it.
He takes it all.
Seungmin hums, slowly rocking his hips and fucking into the older man’s throat. “So good, princess,” he breathes out. Minho manages an incoherent moan around his cock, sending vibrations all over the younger man’s body. “So good... Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” he echoes, watching proudly as Minho’s hips quiver.
The younger man’s gasping loudly all of a sudden. His eyes are wide as he feverishly fucks into Minho’s mouth, before he pulls away to cum; spurting thick threads of sticky white fluid all over Minho’s pretty face and painting his skin white.
“Shit,” he swears under his breath, panting heavily. “I missed this.”
“Really?” Minho’s eyes twinkle upon hearing that, lips slowly curling up into a proud smile. “Why have you been avoiding to have sex with me, anyway?” He wants to know.
But Seungmim isn’t able to answer that, and, suddenly, he tugs Minho onto himself as he lies back on the bed.
Straddling Seungmin’s taller frame, Minho’s little fingers busy themselves in wiping Seungmin’s cum away from his face; licking at them afterwards to clean up the mess and then swallowing it all with his eyes staring lewdly into Seungmin’s.
The younger man visibly swallows at the sight, biting his lower lip. “Come here, baby boy,” he murmurs, pulling Minho closer. Minho’s cheeks burn at the pet name; his cock twitching. Seungmin smirks in amusement, but says nothing more about it. “Do you want to ride me, princess?”
There’s a striking wave of excitement that rushes throughout Minho’s body at the words, because he’s been waiting for this to happen. He scurries to align Seungmin’s dick with his entrance, then moves a hand eagerly to wrap it around the taller man’s erection. Seungmin hides a breathy moan behind an airy laugh.
Slowly, Seungmin’s dick pushes into him, stretching him out. Minho’s lips part widely in a quiet moan, eyes scrunching shut as he completely seats himself onto Seungmin.
The younger man groans at the tight and warm feeling around his cock, bringing his hands to rest against Minho’s hips to keep him steady. “Tight,” he gasps, caressing Minho’s thighs. “Shit, baby, you're so fucking tight.”
As impatient as he is, Minho doesn’t even wait for his body to get used to Seungmin’s size and immediately begins moving his hips— bouncing up and down, then lifting himself almost completely off before taking all of Seungmin’s length into him again— because he’s needy and greedy like that. Because he never wants another moment without Seungmin’s cock inside him.
Minho does all the work as he keeps fucking himself into Seungmin’s dick, panting heavily with his hands pressed flat against the taller man’s chest for balance.
Seungmin’s eyes never leave him the entire time, and he wraps a hand around Minho’s neglected cock, stroking it in an excruciatingly slow pace as he watches the man above him. Lustful eyes watch Seungmin in return, but the younger man suddenly makes both of them stop; sitting up to press soft kisses all over Minho’s upper body, fingers vaguely tracing patterns on his soft skin.
“Baby,” Seungmin purrs, pulling Minho closer. The older man only lets out a questioning hum, letting him know that he’s listening. But Seungmin doesn’t respond, and instead, he slides a finger inside Minho’s ass, experimentally, without warning.
“Oh,” Minho’s eyes turn wide in surprise, a loud moan escaping his mouth at the sensation; at the sudden and unfamiliar feeling of getting more than what he could usually take. “F-fuck, Seungmin.”
Seungmin licks on his lips, eyes glinting with something after what he just did. “How does it feel, princess? Do you like it?” He breathes against the shell of Minho’s ear as he tries poking in another digit into his tight entrance.
Minho feels a rush of heat coursing down his spine, spreading throughout his body, when the second finger successfully goes in. His eyes visibly shake, but at the same time, his heart starts pounding with excitement at the thought of being fucked not only with Seungmin’s cock but his fingers, as well.
“Do you like it, baby?” Seungmin’s voice is low and sweet when he asks again. “You’ve been such a good boy, you know... Don’t you think that this is such a nice reward?” He hums in question.
Bashfully, Minho nods, biting on his lower lip; his wet, dark locks falling to cover his eyes. Seungmin’s eyes light up, a smile instantly making its way through his face as he slowly slides a third digit into the older man’s ass in an attempt to stretch him out more. He tries to penetrate and find some more space to fit them, before carefully pushing them all the way in. It’s an even tighter fit than just having his cock alone inside, and he can barely move it into the older man.
He watches every reaction Minho makes with dark eyes as his three fingers slowly work inside his hole, curious about up to how much could he really take.
“Seungmin-ah,” Minho exhales onto the younger man’s face, voice rough, yet needy because the stretch of fingers is far from enough if Seungmin’s also not thrusting his cock. “Please.”
“Alright, princess,” Seungmin softly says, carefully sliding his cock halfway out of Minho’s hole and then pushes it back in without wasting any more time. Minho watches as Seungmin’s eyes glint with something when a rather loud moan escapes from his lips.
When Seungmin’s finally able to move his entire length into the older man with his fingers remaining in place, Minho’s holding onto him once again. He’s breathing heavily against Seungmin’s neck; his beautiful curtains of eyelashes gracing with tears. Seungmin kisses his forehead and starts rubbing circles all over his back, gently trying to soothe him.
He fucks into Minho slowly at first, careful not to hurt him; eliciting moans with every thrust into the tight, warm hole alongside his fingers. With the added stretch and the presence of his three slender fingers making the space of Minho’s walls even tighter, Seungmin finds himself coming hard for the second time. His eyes close shut at the sensation, practically seeing stars after reaching his climax once again.
He spills his load into Minho’s hole, and Minho follows shortly after; leaning away from Seungmin quickly, before shooting threads of white all over Seungmin’s chest. Seungmin wearily fucks the older man, moving a hand to stroke Minho’s cock until he stops coming with a shout and his mind whirls.
Head practically still high up in the clouds, Minho collapses onto the bed, breathing heavily beside the younger man. When they soon manage to catch their breaths, Minho is diligently wiping his cum off of Seungmin’s body.
Seungmin rolls away from Minho a few moments later, and heads to grab something, anything, to clean the both of them off of their current sweaty and sticky state. He then pulls Minho into his arms, and buries his face into Minho’s hair. “So, whose idea was it for you to wear a dress?” He asks, pressing a kiss on Minho’s forehead.
Minho leans into the touch, before slightly pulling away to flash a cheeky yet satisfied smile as he intertwines their fingers. “It was a good idea, wasn’t it?” He beams, leaning back against Seungmin’s chest.
“Oh, it really was,” Seungmin chuckles, hiding a smirk behind raven locks, and humming in delight as he remembers his conversation with a certain blond the other day.
It was a good idea indeed.