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Lino stares at his manager, frozen in dumbfounded shock.
"Me?"
"Yes you, Lee Minho."
"He requested you specifically."
"Who did?"
"Seo Myeongho, The8 from Seventeen. He asked for you to be his partner."
That's how it started - a simple MAMAs performance where Minghao asked Lino to dance with him.
Practicing for their performance was initially terrifying for Lino. He looked up to Minghao's ability for years and was very nervous about being less than what Minghao originally saw in him.
But by the third practice Lino becomes comfortable, and by the fourth they start getting to know each other well.
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And by the fifth, well, let's just say Lino became far more aware of Minghao's body.
Not that he hadn't been before, but something about watching Minghao's lithe body sail through the air just did something to Lino's mental capacity. And it wasn't something entirely productive.
They had chosen a slower RnB song, something that could highlight both of their abilities. Also something that featured a lot of body rolls, much to Lino's dismay. His dick didn't seem to mind though.
They ended practice without falter, both dancers perfectly professional with each other, working in beautiful harmony that resulted in choreo as smooth as running water.
Retreating to the locker room of the studio they had rented, the boys kept up light conversation. It was easy to keep up with Minghao, Lino realized early on. The man was filled with some sort of ancient wisdom, one that made him wiser beyond his years.
Minghao grins at Lino through the reflection in the mirror, sliding his thin tank top off. "You gonna shower here tonight Lino? I don't know how you can ride home covered in sweat like that."
Lino peers up from where he's rustling through his duffle bag, mouth running dry at Minghao's lean torso covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Without thinking, his mind running a million miles per minute, he says "I could ride something else if you'd like."
He FEELS his face heating up, immediately embarrassed by the outburst. But looking at Minghao through the mirror still, the older boy's smile turns wicked, his eyes darkening.
"Is that so?"
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"We've never showered here. Why start now?" Lino tests the waters, hoping more than anything he didn't misread the signal. Minghao's eyes smile with his lips, but not in the usual way. His smile is often childish and cute, but the expression on his face now is sending shivers down Lino's spine.
"You're right. How will you be able to ride me there?" Lino's entire body lights up, he feels like he's sweating more than the hours of practice in this one instance. Minghao walks up to him, graceful as his dance moves - steady on his feet, and guides him back against the mirrors. The glass is cold under his muscle shirt, and he's breathing heavier already with anticipation. "I'm sure we can figure something out right here."
"Kiss me." Lino breathes, impatient. Minghao chuckles and then his lips are on his, taking the first attack. He kisses deeply, his hand running up under Lino's shirt and scratching at the planes of his stomach. Lino moans into the kiss, a thigh goes up against his crotch and he ruts against it. Minghao isn't that much older than him, but he might as well be with the way he commands the air with nothing.
"What do you want, baobei?" Minghao speaks lowly, slipping in his native tongue and Lino finds it so sexy.
"Anything. Please."
"You've got such nice thighs, beautiful." Minghao is taking his shirt off completely and the glass is searing cold on his skin. Lino's nipples perk up and the other man takes no leave to take advantage of it. His teeth grace the underside of his pecs, tracking up with his tongue around them. Lino keens, sensitive from a long time without relief. "Why don't I fuck them?"
Lino feels like he drops his pants at the speed of light, Minghao takes out lotion from his bag that's meant for dry skin and rubs a generous amount on the muscled thighs of an experienced dancer.
"I've been watching your legs flex every time we move, having dreams about this." Minghao drops his shorts and toes them off to the side, rubbing his dick before positioning himself. "Squeeze tight, baobei."
Lino listens, flexing and tightening the area. Minghao takes off, thrusting powerfully and wildly, the drag delicious against Lino's own balls and shaft. The glass is against his front now. He watches himself come undone, eyes glassy and mouth open. When Minghao comes, the pearly substance goes all over the mirror and Minghao finishes Lino skillfully with his own hand making him continue watching.
"So glad we could work together." He smiles.