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The apartment is quiet when Wonwoo arrives home from dinner. He toes off his shoes and hangs up his jacket, a little surprised Mingyu isn’t at the dining table or the living room watching something the way he usually does on the rare occasion when it’s Wonwoo who’s out late.
He isn’t in his own room either but venturing further into their home reveals that Mingyu’s asleep in Wonwoo’s bedroom. It’s an even rarer sight since Wonwoo’s room is more of the game room and any night time activities they indulge in usually happen in Mingyu’s room. Wonwoo particularly likes the mirror they’ve put up across Mingyu’s bed.
The lamp by his nightstand is the only light on and the warm light makes Mingyu’s skin look golden. The sheets are barely covering him, just enough to cover him from waist to mid thigh, some modesty should someone other than Wonwoo come into the room but the rest of his body is exposed to the world. He’s got his arm tucked under his head and his lips are pursed into a pout. Wonwoo wants to kiss him.
Mingyu shifts in his sleep and Wonwoo can see now that he's naked under the covers. Wonwoo draws in a sharp breath when he realizes that there’s a familiar sheen between his thighs.
Upon closer inspection, there’s a bottle of lube on the nightstand too. No condom.
Make a mess of me.
His face is suddenly so much warmer and he has to adjust himself in his jeans. They’ve talked about it before, post-coital and lying in bed together. They’ve both been really busy and really, really horny so it makes sense to try it. (“And it’s kind of hot, hyung. You having complete control of me.” was Mingyu’s closing statement.)
They haven’t had the chance to try it with all the late night dance practice and early morning call times. But they’re both free in the morning so perhaps now is the time. Sure, he’s tired but he’s never been foolish enough to claim he is immune to his boyfriend’s everything, especially not when he’s laid himself out like this like a personal feast for Wonwoo only.
Wonwoo leans over and presses a kiss to Mingyu’s mouth and another soft kiss on his cheek. He shifts again but shows no sign of waking up. He kisses down the line of Mingyu’s shoulder before pulling away to shower. He’s about to work up a sweat again but Mingyu will be cross with him if he brings the day’s grime into bed with him.
In the shower, Wonwoo squeezes his hardening dick. Once, twice before letting go and getting himself clean. There will be time for that later.
When he comes back into his room not bothering with getting dressed, Mingyu’s now lying on his front, sheets kicked off and legs spread apart ever so slightly to reveal even more of his slicked up thighs.
Wonwoo wants to eat him.
He settles himself on Mingyu’s back and nuzzles his neck, breathing him in deeply. He can’t help the light thrust of his hips in between Mingyu’s cheeks. Mingyu stirs again underneath him and smacks his lips. He kisses along Mingyu’s back, lingering after each kiss and caresses his hands where his lips have been. He wants to savor this. If Mingyu were awake, he’d be squirming now, sensitive everywhere and asking Wonwoo to get on with it.
It’s too bad that he isn’t lying on his back so Wonwoo can get to his even more sensitive chest but this is great too. It’s one kind of high having Mingyu wanton and desperate underneath him and a different one entirely when he’s here, vulnerable and trusting Wonwoo to take care of him.
He sits back in between Mingyu’s legs and admires his boyfriend’s back. The result of long hours in the gym, splayed out before him, soft and pliant in sleep. He wants to paint him with his come. He wants to fuck Mingyu deep into the mattress. He wants, he wants, he wants.
He runs his hands up Mingy’s flanks, grabs a handful of his ass just to feel the muscle give way before exposing his hole. He presses a finger into Mingyu. It slides in with ease and Wonwoo places a kiss right on the seam between his ass and thigh, sucks a mark in a place no one else but him has the privilege to see, pleased to find that Mingyu is loose enough that he’ll barely need to open him up. His arousal is made all the more consuming thinking about Mingyu fingering himself open for Wonwoo right here on Wonwoo’s bed.
The last thing he wants is to hurt Mingyu with his own impatience so he still coats his fingers with lube and stretches Mingyu out some more, reveling in the easy give of Mingyu’s hole around his fingers. He marvels at how Mingyu just takes it in his sleep when in his waking hours he’d be pushing back, demanding for more. But here and now, there’s only Wonwoo to decide what to give him.
(“I won’t come unless you make me, hyung.” Mingyu promised when they sat down and actually talked about what fucking Mingyu in his sleep would look like. “I’ll get myself open but I only want to come with you.”)
“You drive me crazy, Kim Mingyu,” Wonwoo says now.
He lines up and pushes his cock in slowly so as not to wake him up but the tight heat around him is unreal. He watches his cock sink into Mingyu with rapt attention. The banked up heat of his own desire flares and he can’t help but gasp when he’s flush against Mingyu’s hips. He’s on fire inside and out. He rocks in and out, barely stopping himself from snapping his hips with abandon.
He props himself more firmly on his elbows and tries to keep a steady pace. He can barely keep his breaths in check, panting every time he sinks back into Mingyu. It’s headier than anything he’s felt before, knowing that Mingyu is at his mercy.
Wonwoo builds up to a faster rhythm, wanting to come so badly but also wanting this to last as long as he can stand it. He presses his face against Mingyu’s neck breathing hard against him, in time to his thrusts. He wants to bite at the meat of Mingyu’s shoulders and that’s too much holding back for him to handle and if he has to choose and between marking him where any one might see and fucking himself stupid on Mingyu’s ass, he chooses the latter.
Wonwoo feels out of his mind. He can’t help the force of his thrusts any longer, desperate to fill his boyfriend’s hole up.
“Hmmm?” Mingyu says from beneath him, finally jostled enough to start waking up.
“Mingyu-yah.” Wonwoo groans, sinking his cock in and out of the wet clutch of Mingyu’s perfect pretty hole.
Mingyu moans when he realizes what’s happening, hands that were just a few moments ago lax now gripping the sheets. He arches his back and pushes hips toward Wonwoo. His torso lifts up off the mattress allowing Wonwoo access to his chest. Wonwoo drops himself onto Mingyu’s back and starts palming at Mingyu’s nipples the way he’s wanted to since he started this. He wants Mingyu to feel him everywhere. That elicits an even louder cry from Mingyu.
“Wonwoo, Won - woo, Wonwoo, please!” Mingyu chants. And there his baby is, barely awake but needy and begging already.
Wonwoo picks up the pace and one of Mingyu’s hands moves from the sheets to grip at Wonwoo’s thigh, trying to get him even deeper. Wonwoo is only happy to oblige.
“Ah, hyung!” He cries out, as he clenches around Wonwoo. His whole body is trembling beneath him. Wonwoo wishes he could see the mess he’s making of himself. His Mingyu - so so sensitive, his baby, his love, coming only from Wonwoo fucking him and touching his chest.
It pushes Wonwoo towards the edge. His vision whites out as his spills come into Mingyu.
He tries to pull out but Mingyu grabs him by the thigh again.
“No, no. Stay in me, please,” he whines. He can’t see his face but Wonwoo can picture the pout of his lips.
Wonwoo shifts himself to settle more comfortably on Mingyu’s back, trying hard not to pull out. Mingyu grabs his hand and starts kissing and nibbling gracelessly at his wrist, clearly too lazy to lift his head and kiss him anywhere else. Wonwoo returns the favor by mouthing at Mingyu’s neck, still careful not to leave marks but kissing where he can reach over and over again. If Wonwoo could get hard again, he’s sure he would.
They stay like that, breathing together as they both catch their breaths.
“Thank you, hyung.” Mingyu whispers after a few moments. He nudges his hips gently so Wonwoo slips out. It’s starting to get uncomfortable and Wonwoo can’t even begin to imagine the state of his sheets. Mingyu rolls over beneath him and finally lifts his head up to give Wonwoo a kiss.
Wonwoo hums into Mingyu’s mouth. The day is finally catching up to him. “Was it good?”
“It was perfect.”
He slides off Mingyu and flops down beside him. Mingyu immediately shuffles over and wraps himself around Wonwoo, sticky stomach and all. Wonwoo traces his fingers over Mingyu’s spine. “Did you like it, hyung?”
“I liked it a lot.” He kisses Mingyu’s nose. “Though I do like it more when you’re loud, sweetheart. I like knowing I’m making you feel good.”
“You always make me feel good,” Mingyu replies plainly.
Wonwoo doesn’t answer and instead moves his hand to Mingyu’s hole where he’s still wet, dripping with lube and come. Mingyu squirms in his arms and whines.
“Let’s get cleaned up.”
Mingyu cards his hands through Wonwoo’s hair when they’re curled up in Mingyu’s bed after cleaning up. Wonwoo rubs his cheek against Mingyu’s chest.
“Love you, Wonwoo.” Mingyu says. “Thank you.”
“Love you, Min.” Wonwoo reaches up to kiss Mingyu one more time before he lays back down, finally ready to sleep.