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Mingyu has just woken up from his nap when the quietness of the house gets disrupted.
He calmly finishes washing his face, not bothering donning anything else other than his shorts. It’s just the guys afterall, and this place feels like home already.
Before getting out of his room he catches a glimpse of them from the window, all crowded together in the yard by the main door. Not only the biggest group for today’s activities, but the loudest one too. As soon as he heard them, Mingyu started preparing himself for the upcoming chaos. After waking up at an ungodly hour for the ride on the hot air balloon, eating a disturbing amount of carbs, coming back home, working out to release some of the adrenaline of the ride, eating some more and taking a nap, Mingyu wasn’t sure he had it in him, but he feels a smile tugging at his lips anyway as he gives them one last look before moving to the entrance to welcome them.
They look like a flock of loud, cute ducklings. One drunker than the other, and it’s admittedly nothing but adorable.
One might think it’s just the whole atmosphere of this trip, the feeling of being on a real vacation all together, the warmth and the affection that are making Mingyu so soppy. But no, he really just loves them all that much, even when they’re being a bunch of loud gremlins.
A slight headache still hits him as soon as he reaches the main entrance. It’s not really painful, more a sense of dizziness. He suddenly feels unstable on his feet, in a way that has nothing to do with sleepiness and even less with a drop in his sugar levels. He knows the reason, of course he does.
Wonwoo has just gotten inside, broad silhouette stark against the brightness outside and hair somehow fluffier than when Mingyu last saw him. He comes in tandem with a very loud Seokmin, all smiley and awkwardly mimicking his salute! gesture.
A little bewildered at the chaos, Mingyu laughs at each one of them and has to force his eyes to move away from Wonwoo. He can’t help it, though. Not when they’re all in this state of constant bliss, as if they don’t have a worry in the world. Not when Wonwoo looks so happy.
He’s wearing what Mingyu suspects is going to be his uniform for this trip: a pair of shorts and the cute printed t-shirt the staff gave them, constant bedhead and square glasses. He’s cute. Even more than his usual given that - Mingyu’s brain needs a moment to register the information - he’s completely drunk.
“Mingyu-yah, I’m so drunk,” Wonwoo confirms as soon as their eyes meet.
He sounds so amazed by the fact, eyes wide and dazed, silly smile, that Mingyu bursts out laughing straight in his face, pointing a finger at him and everything. Wonwoo responds with a short chuckle himself, a hint of pride creeping on his features, that satisfied smile that appears every time he manages to make someone laugh.
Not feeling that relaxed yet, Mingyu comes back to his senses enough to stop hyperfocusing on Wonwoo and join the others. He asks questions about the tour, and examines excitedly all the wine they brought back.
For all the time, Mingyu feels Wonwoo's presence beside him. He feels his deep chuckles, catches glimpses of him within his peripheral vision.
Wonwoo removed his black hoodie nearly as soon as he stepped inside the house, and now for some reason he's holding it high in both hands while gravitating around Mingyu. He finally places it on a chair only to force Mingyu to put down the wine bottle he was half-thinking about opening. As he does so, his hand brushes against Mingyu's, making him shiver despite the circumstances not calling for that kind of reaction.
Wonwoo stays close to him without a real reason, even when he doesn’t address him directly. And when the initial chaos subsides and everyone retires to various parts of the house to wind down, Wonwoo doesn't move away. There’s a fleeting touch on Mingyu’s elbow, cold fingertip against warm bare skin, enough to make Mingyu finally give Wonwoo once again his full attention.
Wonwoo has his head tilted and is narrowing his eyes at Mingyu as if he wants to communicate something to him. His eyes are unfocused, dazed, and he would look funny if he wasn’t being so damn weird.
“What?”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes. He grabs at his elbow now, and Mingyu can only hope they’re in one of the cameras’ blind spots. His fingers dig into Mingyu’s skin and then he’s moving, dragging Mingyu with him across the house until they are inside the room Mingyu is sharing with Chan.
It’s then that alarms start going off inside his head.
“Wha–” Mingyu starts, but stops when he realizes he can’t warn Wonwoo about the cameras. Not out loud, not without making it obvious.
Wonwoo, grip still firm around Mingyu’s arm, walks to the small in-room bathroom. “Mingyu-yah, is the body lotion in your bathroom? Can you get it for me?”
He doesn’t give Mingyu the time to answer - that he’s not sure they’re keeping the lotion in that bathroom and that he’s probably never seen Wonwoo use it anyway - that Wonwoo pushes him inside the small room and closes the door behind his own back. He fights with the handle for a couple of seconds until he realizes these doors have keys, then locks it with a sigh and slumps against it.
The gears in Mingyu's head are moving frantically, trying to come up with an explanation for the filming crew on why he and Wonwoo locked themselves inside a bathroom - they were just looking for the lotion he doesn’t know how that happened but yes, it would be great if they permanently deleted the last ten minutes of footage - that Wonwoo, energies magically replenished, is onto him.
Hastily but still with gentleness, he pushes Mingyu against the wall and latches his mouth to his neck with a small sound.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" Mingyu manages, body already starting to react to Wonwoo's sweet assault. "There are cameras everywhere."
Wonwoo stops kissing Mingyu just the time to squint at him. His hair has been a complete mess since filming started and it’s a devastating mix of adorable and arousing, with how he constantly seems to having just woken up from a nap or having just been fucked.
“It seems to me that you are the one who forgot about the cameras,” Wonwoo points out before resuming his previous business with Mingyu’s neck.
Mingyu tries to think about how much he’s been shirtless since they got here, but doesn’t manage to, easily overwhelmed by the small kisses that Wonwoo is peppering his skin with, wet and tickling. That’s the problem in getting too comfortable while filming, even for people like them who put their public image on stake every time a camera starts rolling.
Still, there’s a line. There should be one.
“It’s very different from what you’re doing,” he pants when Wonwoo parts his lips to suck on the skin. He tugs his hair in a warning, shivering under Wonwoo’s little growl. They really can’t afford to exhibit any kind of mark on their bodies. “They filmed us getting in there. The mics outside are probably going to catch any loud sound we make.”
That makes Wonwoo stop for a moment. Which is… good. Right? Mingyu doesn’t want him to go on.
His lashes flutter and he heaves out a shaky exhale when Wonwoo nuzzles his underjaw and brushes his sides, hands trailing up his chest. He plants a kiss on Mingyu’s cheek and his touches get more intentional, fingers pressing against muscle.
“You can’t go around half naked all the time and expect me to be normal about it.”
Wonwoo is whining, voice dripping with drunken aegyo, and yet his words still manage to set something inside Mingyu alight. It’s been days since they’ve had a moment for themselves, and he, too, can’t take it anymore.
He feels Wonwoo’s smile forming against his skin at the silent surrender. Hot mouth trailing along the column of Mingyu’s neck, pressing long kisses under his chin, on the Adam’s apple. Hands roaming all over Mingyu’s torso while Wonwoo mutters unintelligible things and grabs at every inch of meat he can reach.
Feeling how much skin gives up under Wonwoo’s touches, a bit of self-consciousness rushes over Mingyu, especially after the reminder of the cameras all over the house. The absence of a gym open 24/7 and the constant availability of delicious food are starting to become evident on his body, big muscles going a little more relaxed.
“I should stop eating so much, I’m getting so soft,” Mingyu mumbles absentmindedly, mostly to himself.
Wonwoo stops, gives him a weird look. “What are you worrying about now?” He looks upset, brows pulled together. Even in a moment like this, it grounds Mingyu. “You look perfectly fine.”
Wonwoo squeezes a pec as if to prove his point.
“You’re not very objective.”
Wonwoo narrows his eyes. “Of course ‘m not objective,” he slurs. “I’m in love with you.”
The laugh that pulls out of Mingyu is startled and slightly high-pitched, and he has to actively slap a hand on his mouth to muffle it down.
“Oh my god, you really are drunk.”
Wonwoo doesn’t deny it. He’s still staring at him, deep in thought.
“You look…” he starts slowly, eyes fixed on Mingyu’s bare chest, a fingertip trailing down his sternum. Mingyu’s nipples perk up almost instantly. “Plump. Well fed,” Wonwoo states with a convinced nod, and Mingyu’s body is shaking for a myriad of reasons.
“Ready to eat,” Wonwoo finishes by biting down on the side of one of Mingyu’s pecs, blunt teeth digging into the meat, and Mingyu’s breath stutters. To hell with the resolve of not leaving marks, apparently.
“Still not objective,” Mingyu gasps.
“Too bad.” Wonwoo grins. He reaches down to palm Mingyu over his shorts and swallows his startled moan with his own mouth. Free hand pressed on the back of Mingyu’s head, Wonwoo sloppily kisses him for an indefinite amount of time, until Mingyu is humping his hand, full-erection tenting his pants.
Hastily and quite clumsily, Wonwoo shimmies out of his clothes and yanks Mingyu by the hips to flip them over so that now it’s Wonwoo the one pressed against the bathroom wall.
“Come on,” he whispers.
Mingyu slides his shorts down, letting them fall around his ankles, and then they’re pressed flushed together. They stay like this for a while, panting inside each other’s mouth and mindlessly grinding their lengths. It’s a bit dry, to the point Mingyu starts seriously considering looking for that body lotion bottle, but it’s good nonetheless. It always is.
That is, until Wonwoo starts growing antsy.
“More, more,” he says after a while, locking his arms around Mingyu’s neck and lifting one leg up to wrap it around his waist.
He reaches down to grab at Mingyu’s cock and guides it towards his entrance, but thankfully Mingyu still has some working brain cells.
“Hyung, no.” He stops him. “Are you insane? We don’t even have lube.”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes with an annoyed groan. “Whatever. I can do it, come on.”
He squirms some more, teasingly pumps Mingyu’s length just to rile him up. And he does get the desired result, Mingyu’s cock and head throbbing with the need of getting something more, but he still manages to stop him for good, grabbing his wrist with one hand and immobilizing him against the wall by pressing his forearm across his chest.
“No.”
Miraculously, Wonwoo stills, staring up at Mingyu with unblinking eyes, his heaving chest the only movement coming from him. His eyes are glazed and a little red, be it from the alcohol or from the arousal. With a sigh, Mingyu leans in to kiss his cheek and then he lifts Wonwoo, hoisting him up by the back of his thighs.
Very slowly, he rolls his hips upwards to make his cock slide against the whole length of Wonwoo’s, ignoring the slight strain the motion puts on his lower back. Wonwoo’s whole body jerks, both arms back around Mingyu’s neck, pressing their foreheads together. Mingyu does it again, length dragging from the warmth of Wonwoo’s entrance to the leaking tip of his cock.
“Oh– shit, Mingyu.” Wonwoo bumps his head back on the wall, letting out his loudest noise so far.
“Hyung. You need to be quieter.”
Wonwoo nods and bites down on his lip to keep any sound from slipping out. He’s not very successful, and Mingyu has to kiss him to muffle all the little, helpless noises he makes as Mingyu starts moving at a steady pace.
Like always, he’s even wetter than Wonwoo, spurting droplets of precum with every movement. It makes the slide finally smoother, slick cock easily moving between Wonwoo’s legs. Brushing against his perineum, the underside of his cock, catching on his rim with each thrust upwards.
“Mingyu. Mingyu, ” Wonwoo calls for him, shaking. His hair is a disaster, his glasses all crooked on top of his nose. He’s the most beautiful thing Mingyu has ever seen. “You’re going to kill me.”
Wonwoo kisses him messily while trying to thrust his hips up, to push his bottom towards Mingyu’s cock with zero results.
“Mingyu,” he whines again. He’s trashing in Mingyu’s arms like a madman, squirming so hard it’s becoming a struggle to keep holding him like this. “Just the tip. I can take it, just– please. Min. Baby.”
It would be too much even if Mingyu wasn’t so riled up. He presses his face against Wonwoo’s shoulder, wailing helplessly because he’s only human, after all.
He obliges and slowly pushes inside. Just the head of his cock, like Wonwoo asked.
And that’s, actually, all it takes for Wonwoo to unravel. Body going tense and mouth latching onto Mingyu’s shoulder to muffle his cry, he reaches his orgasm just like that, just from that tiny bit of stretch. Despite the earth-shattering experience of having Wonwoo coming apart in his embrace, Mingyu still has the presence to help him through his release, pumping him until he’s dry and spent.
He’s a little unsure on what to do, with Wonwoo’s limbs still wrapped around him and shaking like a leaf. He pulls out, for one, thinking about simply releasing the ache by jerking himself off, when Wonwoo starts peppering his neck and jaw with kisses and circles his cock with his slender fingers.
He nuzzles at Mingyu’s ear, making him shudder by pressing a kiss there, too.
“So good. Such a sweetheart,” Wonwoo murmurs, his voice dreamy and dark at the same time. “When we get to Budapest I won’t let you leave my hotel room for a whole day.”
Mingyu doesn’t take long, both with the promises Wonwoo’s words entail and with the hand dexterously stroking him to completion. He doesn’t stop murmuring soft endearments into Mingyu’s ear, and wouldn’t it be easy to blame the wine for that.
They slump down on the floor after that, Wonwoo still clinging to him like a koala despite them being both dirty. Mingyu can feel the uncomfortable tackiness of their navels pressed together but says nothing about it. Wonwoo doesn’t, either, only shifting to accommodate himself better on Mingyu’s lap and rest his head on his shoulder with a content sigh.
He noses at Mingyu’s neck, cuddly like a sleepy cat. And it’s wrong, but a part of Mingyu hopes Wonwoo will start drinking a little more often when they get back home, because this is probably the cutest sight ever (it’s not just due to the alcohol though. Mingyu knows it isn’t).
Suspecting Wonwoo is going to fall asleep on him, Mingyu gently pats his lower back to get his attention.
“How did it go today? Did you have fun?”
Wonwoo stirs a little, tip of the nose brushing back and forth the crook of Mingyu’s neck. “I wanted to go to the city and take some pictures,” he replies with a pout that can be heard. “But it was nice. I had fun with the guys. You would have loved the winery.”
Oh, Mingyu has no doubts about that, but he intends on making up for the missed opportunity as soon as they get some time to roam around and drink all the wine they can put their hands on.
“I convinced Seungkwan to come with us,” Wonwoo continues as he pulls back from the embrace. “He didn’t want to because he already went with you guys this morning, but I dragged him with us.”
He looks so smug about it, all proud of his little, loving stunt, it pulls an endeared giggle out of Mingyu.
“Mmh. Well done, hyung.”
Wonwoo smiles, cheeks filling up and eyes crinkling. His glasses are still crooked and Mingyu fixes them, but there’s little he can do about Wonwoo’s hair. In the same way there’s little he can do about the beat his heart skips at Wonwoo’s gentle, “How was the balloon?”
“It was fine,” Mingyu answers too quickly, before remembering who he’s talking to. He inhales, his voice gets smaller. “I was really scared at first, but then the scenery was so pretty that I kind of forgot about it.”
Wonwoo hums, his eyes sparkling. “You did well. I wish I was there.”
He gently caresses Mingyu’s cheek and oh, this is so bad. Mingyu feels his face getting warmer.
They could do it together next time, if Mingyu manages to build up the courage to give it a go again. They would need to come back here as well, so that Wonwoo can experience the same breath-taking scenery, and that could prove to be a little more difficult, but… one day. Some day in the future.
“Okay.” He pats Wonwoo’s thighs to shake himself out of the daze. “We need a shower.”
It’s comical, how Wonwoo instantly perks up, eyes alight and mischievously interested. Mingyu shoves him away laughing, attempting to get up to his feet with no success.
“Stop it, they’re going to cut off our water again!”
“Mingyu-yah. Showering together is an excellent way to save water. Everybody knows that.”
Mingyu tries to roll his eyes and giggle at the same time, Wonwoo’s silly smile contagious. This is definitely the wine’s fault, but then what is Mingyu’s excuse?
“Just how much did they let you drink?” he whines, feeling a little desperate and decisively warm.
Wonwoo doesn’t answer, nose all scrunched up and cheekbones high, round. His chuckle is a sequence of puffs of air from his nose.
“Ah, Min. You’re cute,” he says eventually, terribly fond and cheeky, poking Mingyu’s cheek with his index finger.
Too stunned to say anything, Mingyu follows him with his eyes while Wonwoo gingerly gets up and moves toward the shower. He opens the glass door, turns on the water, glances back at Mingyu from over his shoulder.
A few seconds of confused deliberation, and Mingyu follows him inside.
(They do end up wasting a lot of water, but only because a drunk, post-coital, giddy Jeon Wonwoo is apparently incapable of standing upright on his own).