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"Are you going to post any of those?"
Mingyu literally jumps at the question, throwing his phone in the air and only barely catching it with a yelp. Not that letting it fall on the moquette-covered floor would have done significant damage, after he managed to destroy the screen just yesterday during mv filming.
Wonwoo cackles and crawls on the bed as Mingyu scowls at him, a hand pressed over his heart.
"You startled me!"
"Did you forget I was there?"
It surely seems like it, seeing how Mingyu was focused on taking shirtless selcas in front of the glass window. Forgetting he was in Wonwoo'shotel room, with Wonwoo in the bathroom taking a shower after the end of today's schedule and an early dinner. Forgetting that he purposefully didn't linger with Chan and Jisoo for some drinks, instead following Wonwoo to his room.
To be completely alone, finally, after weeks that felt like years.
Mingyu rolls his eyes. “Of course I didn’t. I was just…” he stalls, his mouth doing that little thing it does when he’s embarrassed. “... focused.”
“Please continue then. Don’t mind me.”
Wonwoo settles better on the center of the bed, lips pursed at Mingyu’s half-assed glare. His body feels the usual tiredness he associates with the resuming of comeback preparations, but he isn’t sleepy at all, instead feeling– giddy, in a way. And he really doesn’t mind Mingyu not paying him attention and doing his own thing, even if it means letting him snap an indefinite number of pictures of himself, as many as he needs to be satisfied.
Wonwoo can always occupy his time productively by staring at him after all. Long legs covered by simple dark blue shorts, broad, muscular back. Strong neck completely bare, the shadow of freshly trimmed hair, cropped short in a way that is a first for Mingyu.
“You can be seen in the reflection,” Mingyu says in defeat, not sounding upset in the slightest.
He lowers the phone and makes to turn away from the window, and Wonwoo’s breath abruptly gets caught in his throat. Is it Mingyu’s effortless beauty, the way Budapest’s lights dance in the reflection of the glass, casting an alluring glow on his body?
Maybe there’s no precise reason. Even after all these years, it’s always a confusing, overwhelming mix of things when it comes to his feelings for Mingyu.
A sudden force making him move, Wonwoo crawls further across the bed and reaches to place his hands on Mingyu’s hips and stop him, making him face back the window. Movements filled with anticipation, his palms move up Mingyu’s sides, fingers brushing against his ribcage.
“Keep taking your photos,” he murmurs back at Mingyu’s little questioning noise.
“What—”
Whatever Mingyu was going to say gets swallowed down the moment Wonwoo starts roaming his hands around his back, fingers slightly brushing against the skin. Feeling the hard muscles, the warmth of the skin beneath his touch. Thumbs pressing down on the little dips in the lower back. Eyes running all over him, he can’t help but admire the broadness of his shoulders, the corded, well-muscled planes of his back, tapering down to narrow hips and a shapely butt.
Wonwoo is not on the receiving end of anything, and yet he’s the one feeling his mind rapidly cloud up, the ends of his fingers tingling with the need to claim what’s before him. Pay it the due respect.
With a soft sigh, Wonwoo leans in and presses his lips between Mingyu’s shoulder blades, feeling Mingyu shiver under them. He doesn’t even find in himself the strength to grin about it from his hidden place, all the cheekiness of a minute ago disappeared.
Wonwoo has been feeling like this for days. Dazedly walking a few steps from the ground. Teetering on the edge of a precipice.
Him and Mingyu not having been on their own since before flying to Japan, then the trip to Italy and the consequent rush of annihilating gratitude and love Wonwoo felt for… everything. His life, his members, Mingyu.
Even now, back to a somewhat structured schedule, back to work but not completely, away from the everyday’s frenzy. Even now, Wonwoo feels it. The buzz under his skin. The hunger in the depths of his stomach.
His mouth moves down, following the shape of Mingyu’s spine and pressing a long kiss on every inch of it. He follows his path slowly, giving every inch of skin the attention it deserves, feeling every soft sigh his touches elicit.
The distant sounds of traffic coming from the street are easily drowned out by Mingyu’s gasp when Wonwoo’s hands follow the curves of his ribcage to get to his front. Fingers brush against his navel, feeling the abs contract beneath them. The kisses become longer, open-mouthed in hunger with every bit of warm skin Wonwoo touches, with every sound that leaves Mingyu.
Even like this, with his eyes closed, Wonwoo can see him, every image of him he witnessed over the years burned behind his eyelids. He can see the firm muscles resisting against Wonwoo’s pressing touch, his dark hardening nipples, the lovely flush starting to paint his upper chest. Lips caught between his teeth, hooded eyes watching his reflection in the window.
“Hyung,” is the only thing Mingyu says, a little jolt when Wonwoo brushes against a nipple.
He does it again for the sole reason of pulling one more sound out of him, then he moves lower, hands caressing the definition of Mingyu’s abs, the protruding hip bones.
He’s aware Mingyu’s muscles feel so taut because he heavily worked out right before dinner, but regardless of that, Mingyu is quickly losing the little softness he gained in Italy. Palms tracing the defined muscles, Wonwoo misses a little the feeling of soft skin giving in beneath his touch, but it only lasts a moment.
He liked it when Mingyu was a scrawny gangly boy, he liked it when he started to get bigger - his palpable excitement in seeing the number on the scale going up and his body starting to look the way he wanted it to be - and he likes it now, unreal statuesque beauty.
Besides that, Wonwoo’s personal feelings aren’t so important. Mingyu worked hard to look like this - he worked hard for everything, all the time, actually - and Wonwoo knows how much more confident he’s feeling now that he’s back on a full-on regime.
Wonwoo lets his hands slide lower and follow the defined v-line of his abdomen until they reach the waistband of Mingyu’s shorts.
“Wonwoo,” Mingyu says with a sharp inhale, perhaps in a warning but most likely in anticipation.
Without a word, Wonwoo dips under the piece of clothing, fingertips sliding across perfectly hairless skin. It’s one of the first things their staff did when they arrived in Budapest, fixing their hairstyles and getting rid of all the body hair they deemed unnecessary, making them all smooth and proper for filming.
And while getting rid of them everywhere wasn’t really a necessity, Mingyu has always been one of those who preferred seizing the chance to get himself in order the way he liked to.
Again, Wonwoo can’t really say he has a preference in that regard. But saying he doesn’t enjoy the direct contact with bare, still sensitive skin would be a lie.
Following the path of his hands, Wonwoo’s mouth moves lower as well. Mingyu’s shorts are pulled down enough on his hips for them to show the end of his spine, right where the perfect swell of his bottom begins. Wonwoo lets his lips rest on the dip there, then parts them to suck a mark.
There is a subtle movement under the shorts, Mingyu slightly twitching beneath the fabric. Wonwoo presses down with his fingers, feeling his quickened pulse.
“Are you still taking pictures?”
Wonwoo opens his eyes just in time to catch Mingyu quickly lowering his arm and throwing the phone somewhere on the bed behind himself. A curse muttered under his breath, he grabs Wonwoo’s hands, forcing them to peel away from his skin, and turns around.
There is a long moment of silence as Wonwoo ignores the bulge in front of his face to stare up at Mingyu. He’s panting, flush starting to creep up on the top of his cheekbones and eyes not able to hide a single thing.
With a smile, Wonwoo presses a quick kiss against the shape of Mingyu’s length, gaze unmoving. Mingyu sucks in a breath, one hand reaching to card Wonwoo’s hair. The movement is slow, as languid as the kisses Wonwoo is trailing down his arousal, yet what passes through Mingyu’s eyes is nothing but charged desire.
“What got into you?” Mingyu breathes out the question as if didn’t expect for Wonwoo to get like this. As if he didn’t witness the steady building of want taking place inside Wonwoo’s head. As if Wonwoo hadn’t nearly lost his mind in Italy not more than a week ago, getting needy and scarily reckless.
It’s a rhetorical question, Wonwoo knows it. Words are already starting to tumble out of Mingyu’s mouth automatically, with nearly no filter. He still answers though.
“I told you I wouldn’t let you out of my room once we got here, didn’t I?”
Wonwoo feels the shiver that runs through the entirety of Mingyu’s body. He feels it on his lips, under his hands, in Mingyu’s exhale.
Wonwoo moves back, gently pulling Mingyu with him by the waist.
“Come join me?” he murmurs, and not even a second later Mingyu is kneeling beside him on the bed, one hand still in Wonwoo’s hair and the other on the curve of his shoulder. Not pulling him in, not pushing him back. Just waiting for Wonwoo’s next move, Wonwoo realizes with a sharp clench of his stomach.
There’s a low buzzing sound inside his head as Wonwoo gets on his knees and pushes Mingyu back until he’s pressed down the mattress. He goes down pliantly, lips parting when Wonwoo gets on top of him, upper body supported on his forearms pressed on each side of Mingyu’s head. Hovering above him, Wonwoo stares down pensively, enraptured by the quickening of Mingyu’s breath even while nothing is happening.
He feels— dazed, almost. His head and mouth feel full of cotton. He knows he wanted to get Mingyu like this, but other than the physical aspect of his desires there is… too much.
“I had a good time in Italy,” Wonwoo murmurs after several seconds of dreamingly contemplation. He caresses Mingyu’s cheek. “You looked beautiful.”
Mingyu’s breath visibly catches, his hands flying to Wonwoo’s hips. He shivers again when Wonwoo caresses move down from his face to his neck, his collarbones.
“It suited you. The vacation. The sun, the sea.”
Mingyu is made for it, Wonwoo had realized with sharp clarity during their trip. He’s made for leisure and sunlight and pleasant luxuries. But he’s also made to be a celebrity, charming and handsome, a perfect social butterfly.
“It suited you too,” Mingyu breathes, his gaze way too fond given he’s subtly rocking his hips up in the air.
Wonwoo tilts his head. He isn’t sure how much it suited him, but it’s true that he felt blissfully happy for the whole time. With a hum, he cradles Mingyu’s face in one hand, short hair tickling the pad of his fingers.
“I’m having a good time here as well,” he confesses quietly.
Mingyu nods, and Wonwoo wonders if they’re having the same thoughts.
Perhaps it's being in another continent that makes him feel like he's still on holiday.
He recalls a particular moment during the mv shooting, him and Mingyu seated on the edge of a bridge during a pause, talking amidst the chaos of the filming set and yet feeling like there was no one else in the city but them and the stars in the sky above. The walk they took the night before, with Wonwoo being Mingyu’s personal photographer and Mingyu filming him for a short official vlog. Strolling around at night with nobody recognizing them, seeing new places and trying foreign food.
Perhaps it’s all about the feeling that Wonwoo could probably hold Mingyu’s hand as they walk and there would be no repercussions. A glimpse of another life.
And Wonwoo is full, so full with the love he receives daily and with the affection he feels. The love he gives and expresses at the best he can, flooding out of him constantly and yet never running out.
Wonwoo is so full, yet he always wants more.
Forehead resting against Mingyu’s, Wonwoo takes a moment to breathe in deeply. Mingyu’s touch on his waist is soothing in the way Mingyu always feels to him, fingers warm through the fabric of Wonwoo’s thin t-shirt.
Wonwoo leans down at the same time Mingyu tips his chin up and kisses him, slowly but deeply. Mingyu hums softly and tangles one hand in Wonwoo’s hair. He caresses his nape, lightly tug at his hair when Wonwoo nips at his lip. When he shifts, Wonwoo can feel his arousal against his hip.
That’s the clue for him to break the kiss and move down, leaving a wet trail of kisses on the smooth, wide expanse of Mingyu’s chest. Teasing a nipple, nipping at a rib, dipping his tongue into the belly button, all while feeling Mingyu’s heart thumping beneath the skin and the sound of his own hammering inside his ears. Wonwoo keeps going until he reaches once again the hem of Mingyu’s shorts, the warmth that radiates from beneath them with how close Wonwoo is.
Mingyu is audibly panting now, even if he’s barely been touched. His hands are clenched down on the sheets at his sides, his hips give a little jerk up, and something wet pokes the underside of Wonwoo’s chin. The gurgling sound Mingyu makes at it is quickly replaced by a little whine when Wonwoo sits back on his heels and takes a good look at him.
Mingyu is gorgeous. Wonwoo has known it for the better half of his life, and yet he gets hit by the fact every single time. A violent punch in his gut that leaves him dizzy. His beautiful, beautiful face, pretty eyes and sweet mouth. His perfect chest he puts so much work and care in, smooth golden skin slightly flushed. Tapered waist and wet patch on the front of his tented shorts, and then his legs, miles of skin and lean muscles.
Pulled in by a higher force, Wonwoo’s hands land there, on the thighs left bare by the shorts. People (with Wonwoo being the first in line) get all obsessive about Mingyu’s biceps and upper body, but there’s something about his legs that makes feral heat pool in Wonwoo’s stomach. The length of them, the elegant shape and definition, every inch of them screaming strength.
“Ah, hyung.”
Mingyu’s soft exhale breaks him out of his reverie, and it’s another punch when he meets Mingyu’s eyes again. Liquid in their daze, dripping with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. Frustration as well, probably, since Wonwoo is really dragging this too long.
He drinks in the sight of the quick movements of Mingyu’s chest, his bitten-red lips, flushed cockhead peeking out from the waistband of the shorts. Wonwoo has barely touched him.
“Pretty.”
The word leaves Wonwoo’s mouth before he can think of it, making his cheeks warm up in shame because defining as simply pretty a man like Mingyu feels stupid, an understatement. Mingyu is so much more than that, but he still blushes under the weight of Wonwoo’s silly praise and his lips part in a little ngh that makes Wonwoo’s head spin.
He knows how Mingyu thrives under praises, as deep or insignificant as they may be. He deserves so much more of what Wonwoo says and gives, he who on the contrary indulges Wonwoo so much.
Mingyu arches a little bit when Wonwoo presses further into the meat of his thighs, the pleased expression on his face somehow tampered down by something more unsure, a little derisive snort.
“I’m supposed to look manly with this haircut though.”
Mingyu says it nonchalantly, but Wonwoo reads through the lines, behind Mingyu’s gaze suddenly avoiding his, in the teeth digging into his bottom lip. He reaches up to cup his cheek in one hand, making him turn to face him again.
There is a part of him that will forever mourn the loss of Mingyu’s long hair, how elegant and pretty it made him look. How cute he was when he tied it up, when he tucked silky locks behind his ears. How Mingyu seemed to truly love that look on himself.
Wonwoo runs his hand through the almost-buzz cut their stylist decided for him. Unsurprisingly, Wonwoo likes this look as well.
Like Mingyu said, it’s manly. Handsome in a way that makes Wonwoo feel weak in the knees. It showcases Mingyu’s facial structure and features in all their perfect glory, no distractions in the way. And it’s cute, still, how Mingyu’s pretty eyes can be seen at all times, no curtain of hair for him to hide himself behind when he’s flustered.
The following words come to him easily, even if the question itself isn’t at all.
“Can’t you be both?”
Mingyu tenses for a moment, eyes widening, before relaxing again. With a knowing smile and one last pat on his cheek, Wonwoo goes back to his previous agenda of fondling Mingyu’s legs, making him finally melt against the mattress.
Wonwoo palms the hard muscles, stupidly in awe at how much there is to grab. Wonwoo’s hands are slim, his palms narrow, but his fingers are long and yet it’s too much, his hands never stopping roaming around the hard yet soft skin.
There was a moment, tonight at dinner, when Mingyu spread his legs a little more and his foot started rubbing against Wonwoo’s. He probably didn’t even do it on purpose, filling his mouth with food above the table and making a pleased noise at the taste of it, a noise that sounded devastatingly similar to the kind of sounds he makes in the secrecy of their own house. He surely noticed his own actions when Wonwoo gave a hard squeeze to his knee, making him choke on his beer.
They stayed like that for the whole dinner, Mingyu’s foot against Wonwoo’s leg, Wonwoo’s hand on Mingyu’s knee, pressing. Wonwoo barely remembers what he ate, hyperfocused on the warmth coming from his side. Mingyu’s leg pressed flush against his, the strong muscle under his fingers. How red Mingyu’s neck was.
Hands slightly shaking, he guides Mingyu to bend his legs and dives down between them, mouth latching onto the inner thigh. Mingyu nearly jumps, legs threatening to close around Wonwoo’s head while he kisses and bites and sucks. A string of breathy sounds tumbles out of Mingyu’s mouth, he rocks his hips up trying to get some friction from his shorts, and Wonwoo is gone, he’s completely gone—
There’s a strong tug on his hair and his mouth suddenly goes lax, an automatic response at Mingyu’s stern touch. While Mingyu is good at being obedient - he likes it, he gets off on it - for Wonwoo it’s a little different. At times, it’s more of a need.
He moves away from Mingyu’s thigh, swallows in seeing the bright purple marks he left on it. He looks at Mingyu, matching his quick breathing.
“Please,” is everything Mingyu says to him.
Wonwoo swallows again, noticing how the action has suddenly become harder. “I’m sorry,” he mutters half-ashamedly. “It’s just… you’re so good,” he finishes with a stupidly sappy sigh.
Mingyu falls back against the pillows with a shaky laugh. “Come on, you’re just messing with me now.”
Wonwoo frantically surges up to reach him, shaking his head. “I’m not, it’s… you’re so…”
He kisses Mingyu’s lips, huffs when he finds only his teeth since Mingyu is still laughing. Suddenly overwhelmed, he hides in the curve of Mingyu’s neck. Having their bodies pressed so close together doesn’t help him regain his composure, not with Mingyu engulfing him in his body heat, his legs bracketing him and his erection not-so-subtly pressing against his own.
A kiss gets pressed against Wonwoo’s temple, Mingyu’s softly breathing against his hair, “I’m so…?”
He’s smiling, Wonwoo feels it, but his moan sounds pained when Wonwoo grinds his hips down. He does it again, working Mingyu up until there’s only liquid heat between them.
“Fuck, Wonwoo…”
His name sounds choked, and Wonwoo might as well come now, dragging the soaked front of their pants against each other. It’s sticky, uncomfortable, but doesn’t sound so bad if it’s going to bring Wonwoo some clarity of mind.
“I just… sometimes I feel so many things for you,” he confesses, still hidden in the safety of Mingyu’s neck. “I want you so much that I don’t know where to start from.”
“Mhm. But you can do anything you want to me, hyung. You know that.”
And yes, Wonwoo does know that. Mingyu has shown him proof of his words multiple times in these years that Wonwoo could do literally everything to him, even hurt him, and Mingyu would let him if he thought that’s what Wonwoo truly needed.
Wonwoo knows it but he freezes nonetheless, the thought striking him. He leaves the safety of Mingyu’s embrace to sit up between his legs, hands back on his thighs kneading the trembling muscles. He trails higher until he’s breaching the confinements of Mingyu’s shorts, touching him right where he’s the warmest and reveling in the breathy moan it pulls out.
“Is your back okay?”
Mingyu needs a moment to register the question, all the meanings behind it. He blinks at Wonwoo.
“How do you know—”
Wonwoo snorts quietly, rolling his eyes. “Please.”
As if he didn’t notice Mingyu wincing in pain at some point during dance practice or subtly massaging the small of his back when he got up after dinner. As if he isn’t constantly paying attention to him.
Mingyu bites down on his lip. “It was just a moment during practice. I’m okay now.”
Wonwoo gives him an assessing look, thinking. Even if Mingyu wasn’t being completely honest, what Wonwoo plans on doing shouldn’t put much strain on his back. Not like what they did a week ago, he thinks feeling the sting of guilt.
He looks again at Mingyu’s thighs, nervously licks his lips. Then back to his face, heart clenching at how pleased Mingyu looks for Wonwoo to have noticed such a thing.
So easy, so good.
Wonwoo will never be able to give back even half of the goodness Mingyu showers him with daily.
Mingyu is still watching him expectantly though, taking one of Wonwoo’s hands out from his shorts and sliding his own through the gaps between Wonwoo’s fingers.
“Hyung. Tell me what you want. Tell me what to do.”
Wonwoo inhales sharply, clenching every muscle of his body to not embarrass himself further by coming on the spot. The slightly commanding tone that always works on Wonwoo plus the soft submissiveness, Mingyu’s eagerness, the desire of being good. It gets to Wonwoo’s head every single time.
“Then…” he rasps, clearing his throat before continuing. “Then can you get on all fours?”
Not even the time to finish the question, that Mingyu is already rolling over on his front and pushing himself up on his knees and elbows. He glances back at Wonwoo, eyes gleaming.
Wonwoo casts him a sidelong glance in a way he’s sure is totally unconvincing, but nonetheless he enjoys seeing Mingyu’s lashes fluttering and him going back on munching on his lips when Wonwoo slides his shorts down his thighs, letting them pool around his bent knees, and puts his hands on his perfectly shaped, hard ass. Pressing small circles on the skin, he curls on himself to place one more kiss on the small of Mingyu’s back.
“You sure you’re okay here?”
Wonwoo could swear he hears the sound of Mingyu’s eyes rolling. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.”
Muffling a chuckle against the skin, Wonwoo moves to press one more kiss on Mingyu’s protruding tailbone, and then lower as he pushes the cheeks apart to make space for his mouth.
“Shit, Wonwoo,” Mingyu growls, trembling even if Wonwoo hasn’t even reached his core.
The skin there is smooth, completely hairless. A little sweaty, perhaps, and it’s an herculean task to not dive in with his tongue and eat him whole. If they weren’t both so worked up, Wonwoo would probably indulge in the urge.
He feels himself twitching inside his briefs and decides for the better. Hands move down from Mingyu’s butt to the back of his legs, tentatively caressing the inner thighs and then— stopping with a scowl as Wonwoo realizes he needs lube. With an annoyed, pained huff, he gets up and reaches his luggage to rummage through it in search of what he needs.
Mingyu is chuckling, but his eyes are dark while following Wonwoo’s every movement. He doesn’t even know what Wonwoo wants to do but he lets him be, blindly trusting.
When Wonwoo hops back on the bed - way less gracefully than he’d like to but there’s nothing he can do about it - Mingyu is already widening his legs to give him space to work with. Wonwoo gently guides them back together, smiling at Mingyu’s confused noise.
He pours some lube in his hand and softly brushes against Mingyu’s entrance, smiling wider at his sigh. Wonwoo doesn’t linger there though, trailing lower until he’s slowly rubbing his palm against Mingyu’s inner thighs, coating the sensitive skin with a thick layer of lube.
A small noise comes out from the back of Mingyu’s throat and he pulls himself better up on his knees, taking a deep breath.
“Oh. Oh, I see.”
“Okay?” Wonwoo asks even if there’s no need for it. Not with the breathy quality of Mingyu’s words, nor with him clenching the sheets in his fists in anticipation, nodding his head.
A subtle stream of excitement trickles through Wonwoo’s body as he finishes slicking up Mingyu’s legs and shimmies out of his pants and underwear. He just needs to tap Mingyu’s hips once for him to push his legs close.
With a low moan, Wonwoo lines his cock up to the point where, if roles were inverted, there would be a small gap. Mingyu’s thighs are too big for that, so Wonwoo has to use some strength to push his cock in between them. When he manages to, however, all air gets punched out of his lungs. It feels achingly similar to being inside him.
“Fuck, it’s so tight.”
It’s embarrassing, a corny sentence suited for a mediocre porn video, and Wonwoo lets out a shaky laugh right after saying that. Mingyu imitates him, but he also pushes his hips back and tightens his legs even more, pulling a strangled sound out of him.
Rocking his hips back, Wonwoo holds Mingyu’s hips and starts slowly fucking him between his thighs, stomach swooping at the maddening friction. But it’s not just the plushness tightly engulfing his cock, the feeling of Mingyu’s wet hardness dragging against his with every thrust.
It’s the sight beneath Wonwoo’s eyes, Mingyu’s huge, muscular back, corded muscles all tense, tapered strong waist. The feeling of his hip bones pressing painfully against Wonwoo’s fingers.
The sounds Mingyu is making, breathy and helpless.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck— feels so good. Hyung, hyung—”
What Wonwoo has been having troubles to control for the whole evening suddenly snaps, and he curls himself over, kissing Mingyu’s back, nipping at it, seeing it redden under his eyes. He quickens his pace, hips thrusting mercilessly. He traces Mingyu’s ass, the smooth cheeks. Places a wet thumb over his entrance, brushing the ruffled skin in time with his thrusts.
Mingyu shakes and whimpers as if he can’t help it, a sweet litany of hyung hyung hyung fuck fuck fuck, and suddenly this isn’t enough anymore.
Wonwoo gets overtaken with the need to see Mingyu’s face while he fucks him like this. To see Mingyu enjoying it, to prove to himself that he can take care of him the way he deserves.
Wonwoo slips his cock out from the alluring warmth, and Mingyu complains loudly.
“I know, I know,” Wonwoo tries to soothe him.
He takes a quick glance at the back of Mingyu’s legs and nearly comes undone at the sight of all that red, glistening skin. There are two spots on his bottom that are surely going to bruise, a gift from Wonwoo’s bony hips smashing against it.
Neither him nor Mingyu are in the condition to lose more time though, so Wonwoo flips him over quickly, not so gently, making him turn so that he’s lying on his back.
He smiles at Mingyu’s surprised, pleased little ah!
As much as Mingyu enjoys picking Wonwoo up and putting his strength to good use in whichever way Wonwoo needs him to, Wonwoo knows how much he likes being manhandled. Being remembered that Wonwoo, too, can be strong when he wants to. That he can pin him down, make him feel smaller than he is.
Mingyu loves it.
Wonwoo should probably do it more often.
Eyes rack over Mingyu’s body, chest heaving with harsh breaths, cock dripping precum all over his stomach, a wild, desperate gleam in his eyes.
“You look so damn hot, Min,” Wonwoo chokes out.
Mingyu nothing but preens at the praise, back automatically arching.
“Yeah? Show me how much?”
Biting back a curse, Wonwoo slides one hand in between Mingyu’s warmer fingers, taking time to think about how to do it properly in this position. He gets distracted by Mingyu’s sudden frown.
“Why are you still wearing clothes?”
Wonwoo laughs, tension dissipating in an instant. He removes his t-shirt and takes the opportunity to slide Mingyu’s shorts completely down his legs, throwing both pieces of clothing out of the way. With Mingyu’s appreciative little noise, it’s easy to know what to do next.
“Be good and close your legs for me again?” Wonwoo asks.
Then, he wraps an arm around Mingyu’s knees and throws them over his right shoulder.
They both groan when Wonwoo pushes back between Mingyu’s thighs and rocks his hips without reservation. While it takes a bigger effort from his side, Wonwoo gets deeply rewarded by the privilege of seeing all the ways Mingyu’s face scrunches up with pleasure, how tighter he manages to press his legs. How Wonwoo can see the angry red tip of his cock peeking out from between Mingyu’s plush thighs with every thrust
It doesn’t take long for either of them and it’s unsurprisingly Wonwoo the one who finishes first, bending down and pushing Mingyu’s legs against his chest, trying to reach for his lips.
Mingyu helps him, ever so eager to help, pushing himself up on his elbows to meet him in a messy kiss.
“Close?” Mingyu utters between kisses. He smiles when Wonwoo nods, curls a hand behind his nape to hold him there. “Good. Come for me, hyung?”
Shamefully enough, that’s all it takes for Wonwoo to spill all over Mingyu’s cock and stomach, body shaken by spasms. Mingyu is panting against his mouth, one hand gripping tightly at Wonwoo’s hair and the other curled around his bicep.
Seeing the desperation in his eyes, Wonwoo doesn’t stop moving, adjusting his oversensitive length to keep on rubbing against Mingyu’s own. Mingyu whimpers, apparently not minding the wet, softer friction.
“Mingyu. Min-ah.” Wonwoo presses a kiss on the side of his knee, asking for his attention. “Like this?”
Mingyu blinks a few times, then nods his head. “Yes, yes. Feels so good.”
He clenches his thighs, muscles squeezing Wonwoo’s cock, making him whimper as it weakly spurts out some more. He reaches down to help Mingyu with his hand as well, and Mingyu throws his head back.
“Fuck,” he growls, eyes shining.
His neck is flushed red, tendons sticking out. Wonwoo licks a hot stripe along them, up to Mingyu’s chin, to his lips. Mingyu kisses him eagerly, all whimpery, and Wonwoo knows he’s close from the way he’s clenching around him, from his little breathy moans.
Wonwoo brushes his cheek with his free hand, letting Mingyu legs go. The pressure doesn’t lessen though, Mingyu keeping them together even without Wonwoo’s help.
Wonwoo smiles, something warm seeping through his heart even with Mingyu on the verge of an orgasm. He snaps his hips forward, flicks his wrist with a smile and braces himself for what’s about to come.
“Such a good boy.”
Like with everything he does, Mingyu looks beautiful when he comes, body violently spasming and a choked curse pushed through his teeth.
“Ah, shit.” He grabs Wonwoo’s head, pressing it against his as he pants and trembles, painting their bodies white. Wonwoo holds him, murmuring nonsensical things while stroking him through his orgasm.
When he feels like Mingyu has come down from his high, Wonwoo traces the shape of one thigh with his hand, smearing wetness all over it. He doesn’t need to ask for Mingyu to finally relax his legs and let him and his poor cock go. Easily, he lowers his legs down on the bed, resting them on each side of Wonwoo’s body, but not without pulling him flush on top of himself. Wonwoo lets him, slumping down with a tired but content sigh.
Head fuzzy and body heavy, Wonwoo lets himself be held by Mingyu, not even minding the various fluids between them but only slowly petting his head, his face, whenever he can reach with the smallest effort.
Wonwoo should take a shower, but he finds himself unable to move. He doesn’t want to leave, not even for the quickest shower of his life. Mingyu, too, doesn’t seem intent on moving, but that’s completely normal, given his love for post-sex cuddles.
Mingyu’s legs are still shaking a bit, with all the work he put into keeping them well closed for Wonwoo. Wonwoo tries to massage them, kneading the muscles to make them relax. He’s curious to see how they look now, if the skin is still red. If Wonwoo has left many marks, how bruised they are. But, again, that would mean moving away from Mingyu’s embrace.
It’s Mingyu who makes that decision for him, rolling them to lie on their sides and face each other. The corners of his mouth are curled up, lips pulled tight to hold back what would otherwise be a big, bright smile.
“Ah, that was really good,” Mingyu says, easily wrapping an arm around Wonwoo’s waist.
Wonwoo only smiles in return, glad that Mingyu felt nice but wondering if his words are completely true. It must have been hard on his body, after all, being bent like that. And maybe Mingyu would have preferred something more—
He yelps when Mingyu pinches his butt. Any form of retaliation Wonwoo could think of gets canceled by the unbearable warmth of Mingyu’s gaze on him.
Of course, he noticed. He always does.
“What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asks, sweet breath and voice sweeping away any doubt.
Wonwoo makes a show of thinking deeply about the answer, then scrunches up his nose when he finds it.
“How leg days at the gym have a meaning, after all,” he says with a squeeze to Mingyu’s plump thigh.
The surprise at the answer lasts an instant on Mingyu’s face, his features relaxing back immediately. Knowing every little thought that has crossed Wonwoo’s mind in the past minutes or so. He grins, squeezing Wonwoo’s way slimmer, way weaker thigh in turn.
“Told you so. Maybe you could—”
“No."
Mingyu half giggles and half whines. He wiggles closer to Wonwoo, pinches him again, rests his arm back on the dip of his waist. The city lights streaming in from the window are giving his skin a subtle, warm glow.
He's gorgeous.
“I love you, you know.”
Mingyu blinks, his arm gives a little spasm. “Don't change the topic,” he says while pedantly rolling his eyes, but the top of his cheekbones is painted pink.
“What, you wish for some man's big, strong legs to pin you down?”
Mingyu bites his lip, managing to look embarrassed and amused at the same time.
“Isn't that a nice image to think about,” he replies airily, hand trailing up and down Wonwoo's side. “But I'm perfectly fine with what I already have.”
He doesn't give time to Wonwoo to feel the weight of his words, that he's pulling their fronts together, bare crotches touching.
"How long before we can continue?"
"Continue what," Wonwoo deadpans. He would have feigned an outraged gasp, but he's not that good of an actor. "Now it's time to sleep, Mingyu-ssi."
Mingyu lifts a brow. "Okay, Jeononu-ssi. Weren't you the one who said I wouldn't be able to leave your room for a whole day?"
His hand goes to Wonwoo's stomach, wanders lower.
"Maybe I just wanted you to sleep beside me."
Wonwoo gasps when Mingyu's hand reaches its target.
"Don't lure me in with the promise of a good time only to bail on me at the last minute."
Mingyu manages to pout while lazily stroking Wonwoo with one hand and reaching for lube with the other.
Wonwoo laughs, feeling slightly drunk. Without a word, he lets himself be pulled in once more.
~~~
Several days later, Wonwoo is gaping at the screen of his phone.
Trying to not make it too obvious, he rushed to pull it out from his backpack at the first break during practice, right when Seungkwan started hollering, “Wow, you really are one step away from starting to post bare-chested selcas!”
So, Wonwoo is now staring at a carousel of Mingyu’s photos whose common trait is the fact that they show only his face and upper chest in various outfits and locations. One of them was, obviously and unmistakably, taken in Budapest.
More precisely, in Wonwoo’s hotel room.
It’s also the only one where Mingyu is clearly not wearing any shirt, Wonwoo notices as one of his eyes starts twitching.
It doesn’t even show much, stopping right below Mingyu’s pretty collarbones. But his head is tilted, his neck lean, his shoulders strong. His eyes are a bit hooded, and Wonwoo wonders at what point of the night he took it.
If Wonwoo was still in the shower, or if he was—
He snaps his head up, face quickly heating up, and immediately finds Mingyu already looking at him with a little smile.
“You like them? I had a precise theme.”
Wonwoo presses his lips together to stop himself from saying what kind of theme it was. He glances again at the photo, the question burning on the tip of his tongue. Did you take this while my hands were inside your pants?
Mingyu has gotten a few steps closer and is staring at him like he’s reading into Wonwoo’s mind.
“You missed a post though, hyung,” he says with a little, fake pout. The glint in his gaze is not promising anything good.
“Which one?”
Mingyu gently takes the phone from his hands, thumb swiftly swiping across the screen before returning it to Wonwoo.
“Here. One of my posts about Budapest.”
Soonyoung is still practicing the choreo with some dancers, music blasting through the whole room. Instead of taking some good rest, everyone is chatting at various degrees of volume.
Wonwoo isn’t hearing any of that. The chaos gets drowned out by the loud ring in his ears as he stares at the pic Mingyu is showing him.
It’s a photo of a window showing the scenery of Budapest, the one they could see from the hotel they were staying at. Apparently, it’s a perfectly innocent picture. Pretty, even, the tall glass window with green borders, the typically European architecture of it and of the buildings that could be seen through the glass.
To a keen eye, though, it’s not innocent at all. Because that’s… Wonwoo confirms his suspicions by enlarging the photo with his thumb and index finger. Yes, that’s Wonwoo’s room. He’s sure of it, not because his window had any particular detail that he recognizes, but because—
“You can see my reflection in the window,” he says, staring up at Mingyu bewildered.
“You think so?” Mingyu replies gingerly, like he isn’t perfectly aware of what he posted.
Wonwoo opens and closes his mouth, having a hard time coming to terms with the fact Mingyu actually did that. Should Wonwoo be upset at him, for being so careless, so daring? He assesses himself, looking for anger, for anxiety at someone noticing him in the photo.
Wonwoo doesn’t find any of it. Only something hot swirling inside his stomach.
“Are you insane?” he asks anyway.
“Mhm. Weren’t you the one who told me to keep taking pictures?” Mingyu says with a shrug, giving him a cheeky wink before moving away.
When practice resumes, Wonwoo’s face is still burning.