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Jeon Wonwoo was used to the whole situation.
He'd expected to hear the three rhythmic knocks on his door on Saturday night and had gotten used to the eager kiss he received as soon as he opened the door. He had spent the whole week waiting for that moment and felt even more anxious when he heard that noise.
Wonwoo knew he wouldn't get a smile when he unlocked the door, let alone a hug or a “How are you?”. Wonwoo knew that what he felt wasn't reciprocated. Mingyu loved someone else. That's why Wonwoo knew it was nothing more than a hole plug.
Mingyu wasn't doing it out of spite. He had no idea that Wonwoo was so in love with himself, but he couldn't help running into Jeon's arms whenever he saw the guy he was in love with, Xu Minghao, walking hand in hand with Wen Junhui, his boyfriend.
In the end, Wonwoo liked Mingyu, who liked Minghao, who was completely oblivious to all those feelings. They all had unrequited passions.
And that's why, when Wonwoo looked into Mingyu's sad eyes, he couldn't deny her a kiss or a whole night of making love. Because even though for Kim it was all just sex, for Wonwoo, it was the only way to put his love out there.
But when Wonwoo heard the three knocks ringing through the apartment that night, he didn't imagine that everything would be so different. When he walked to the door, ready to open it, he didn't think that as soon as he did, he would find Kim Mingyu's beautiful eyes full of tears. He had never seen Mingyu in such a bad way and, at that moment, he knew that tonight would be different.
He didn't say anything, he knew he didn't need any words. He just pulled Mingyu close and embraced him in a strong hug, in a way he had never done before. Kim might have been surprised, if he hadn't been so busy feeling his heart almost burst out of his mouth, that staggering pain still very much alive inside him.
Wonwoo didn't have time to think; by the time he blinked again, he had already been thrown back against the sofa as Mingyu climbed onto his lap and kissed his neck in a rush.
- Mingyu - Wonwoo was already shirtless when he tried to warn him.
- Just be quiet, hyung. I need you - Mingyu replied, rolling around on the older man's lap until he forgot the pain he was feeling earlier. Wonwoo was like a narcotic, he made all the pain disappear along with the bad memories.
- Mingyu, I can't - Wonwoo held Kim, making him stop kissing and biting his neck and face him - I can't have sex with you like this. It feels like I'm taking advantage of your pain and you know that's not what I want.
- Come on, Wonwoo! We've done this so many times, what's different now? - Mingyu scolded, irritated by the interrupted pleasure.
- You don't need sex, you don't need me. You have to talk to Minghao and...
- Minghao doesn't want me - he interrupted - He doesn't want me and I don't need him, at least not now.
- Gyu-ah, we can talk about this.
- I just want you to fuck me, hyung. Fuck me once and for all and I promise not to bother you with this bullshit anymore.
Without waiting for an answer, Mingyu got off the older man's lap and knelt in front of him, untying the drawstring that held his shorts together and lowering the fabric enough so that his penis, already hardened, protruded shamefully. Wonwoo felt his face heat up at the sight of Kim's unchaste smile as he admired his member. Mingyu simply wasn't of this world, it wasn't possible for him to be.
At that moment, the older man threw everything away. Kim was staring at him with that look again, the brittle look, full of desire, the one that made Wonwoo completely lose the strength to deny any request.
Wonwoo closed his eyes as he felt Kim's fingers wrap around the base of his penis hard enough to make him choke on his own saliva, too much to process in such a short period of time. Mingyu stood there, masturbating his member and staring at him as if he was just waiting for his reactions, and indeed he was. It was as if Kim was watching his favorite movie, as if Wonwoo's distorted moans were his favorite music. Maybe they really were, the only certainty he had was that he needed it more than ever.
Mingyu let out a long sigh near the other man's penis before putting just the glans into his mouth. Wonwoo bit his lower lip in an attempt to hold back everything that was threatening to explode out of him and brought one of his hands up to Kim's dark hair, pulling with some force as the boy sank deeper and deeper into him.
Without realizing it, Wonwoo thrust himself deeper into Mingyu's mouth, oblivious to the boy's near choking. He knew that Kim liked it rough and, with that in mind, he held the younger man's head in place as he began to thrust almost rhythmically. He felt his cock throb with the moan that Mingyu couldn't hold back and stretched out enough to see the boy with one hand stroking his own member, which was already sticking out of his pants.
To have Kim Mingyu sucking him so hard, without taking his dark eyes off his own, and on top of that masturbating as if swallowing Wonwoo's penis was too pleasurable for him to stop, was like the perfect combo to take Jeon's sanity away for good. He sank into the younger man's throat one last time before pulling him up, attacking his lips without a second thought.
Mingyu didn't want love right now, he wanted pleasure, and that was exactly what Wonwoo was always willing to give him.
He grabbed the boy by the legs and pulled him onto his lap, walking to his own room without having to open his eyes to know the way. Mingyu was in a hurry with every action he took and Wonwoo was there, eager to satisfy him.
When he threw the younger man on the bed, he knew he was ready. Ready for anything that might happen that night, ready to receive Wonwoo inside him. They'd been going at it for so long that Jeon knew Mingyu didn't need to prepare for what was going to happen, but he still lavished affectionate kisses all over the younger man's face while carefully inserting two fingers, almost too slowly, into the tight little hole.
Mingyu didn't dare stop himself from moaning slyly, he just wanted to forget everything that had happened that day. At that moment, all he could think about was Wonwoo's fingers stimulating him in that way that only Jeon knew how. It was almost magical the way everything seemed to fit together when they were together, but Mingyu had never stopped to think about it until they got there.
Wonwoo let a solitary tear escape his eye as he saw the younger man smile in the midst of all those feelings. He couldn't understand why Kim was smiling even when everything bad was happening. Mingyu was broken, his heart was in several pieces and perhaps no one would be able to put them back together again. Why was he smiling? Why was he content with so little when he could have so much more? He deserved someone who would love him and give themselves completely to him. Wonwoo was ready to give himself completely, to be more than just a Saturday night.
Why couldn't Mingyu see that?
In a failed attempt to dispel those sudden thoughts, Wonwoo left bites on the other man's neck as he penetrated another finger, receiving even louder moans in return. He realized that Mingyu was extremely sensitive that night and wondered what had happened to make him that way. I mean, Kim wasn't the strongest man when it came to receiving pleasure, he always moaned loudly when his nipples were stimulated and got sly with any provocation from Wonwoo but, on this particular night, Mingyu threw his head back and pulled Jeon's body closer as if it were a natural reaction.
She wanted more of everything, more pleasure, more of Jeon Wonwoo.
- Please... - he moaned, pulling the older man's hair so that he could look into his feline eyes, hoping that this would be enough for Wonwoo to realize his desperation.
- I'm not listening to you properly, Mingyu - Wonwoo wouldn't deny it, he was dying to fuck Kim, but his provocative side would always speak louder in those moments. He might be an idiot in love, he might want more than anything to bury himself in Kim Mingyu once and for all, but he would never miss the chance to tease the younger man like that, to take him to the extreme.
- You're not going to make me beg, are you? - Mingyu moaned louder as Wonwoo slowly stroked the other man's penis with his free hand.
- That would be really nice, actually - Wonwoo mused, moving in just close enough to leave kisses and a few hickeys on Kim's tanned chest.
- Fuck it, you're such a motherfucker, Jeon Wonwoo! - he grunted before moaning loudly thanks to the bite Wonwoo left on his left nipple. - Oh, shit. Get on with it, hyung!
- Be more specific, Mingyu-ah! - Wonwoo was gentle, but his tone left no room for argument. Jeon was the one who called the shots in bed and Mingyu already knew it, he loved seeing that domineering look on the other man's face.
- Fuck me soon, Wonwoo hyung. Please... - Mingyu moaned, rolling his eyes when the older man pulled his nipple between his teeth and then let go, without ever stopping masturbating his member.
Wonwoo looked at Mingyu's entire body. He was lying crookedly on the bed, his hair scattered on the pillow, his lips red and battered and his penis completely hard between his legs. Kim Mingyu was terribly, stunningly beautiful, enough to bewilder anyone who saw him for real. Wonwoo felt lucky to have him like that and unlucky to only have him like that. He wanted more and knew he could never have it. It was devastating. He wanted to touch every part of Mingyu's body, but he also wanted to touch his soul, and knowing that he would never be able to do that made him want to cry.
Before he knew it, he had been staring into Mingyu's eyes long enough for him to actually start shedding tears. She felt her throat closing up with all the insecurities and thoughts that flooded her. He saw Mingyu as a godsend, why couldn't he be seen the same way?
Seeing the older man's watery eyes, Mingyu widened his own and brought one of his hands up to the other man's face in an attempt to touch him to resolve the situation. Wonwoo pulled away, fearing that he would be torn apart even more by the warm touch, and got out of bed, slowly walking over to the bedside table and opening the second drawer, looking for condoms and lubricant.
When he returned to the bed, Mingyu was sitting up, leaning back against the pillows and staring at him with a huge question mark in his eyes. Mingyu wanted answers that Wonwoo wasn't willing to give.
- Hyung, we...
- I didn't give you permission to speak - Wonwoo grunted, crawling on the bed until he was facing Mingyu, who swallowed dryly at all that authority - On all fours, now! - he ordered, certain that he would cry again if he faced his eyes once more.
Mingyu smiled before turning over and resting his knees on the soft mattress, thinking that Wonwoo had chosen that position just because he knew it was one of his favorites. He moaned again as he felt a hard slap leave his ass burning. He simply loved Wonwoo's slightly more aggressive behavior at those times.
Wonwoo put on the condom and smeared Mingyu's entrance with enough lubricant to make it easier for his dick to slip inside. Kim held on tightly to the headboard when he felt the other man's member slowly enter and sighed loudly, trying to get used to Wonwoo's size as quickly as possible.
Jeon remained still for a while until Mingyu began to move in search of more contact, inducing Wonwoo to establish a slow rhythm with his thrusts. It was always like this: they started slowly, in search of the perfect fit, until Wonwoo's penis went so deep into Mingyu that it reached his prostate and drove the younger man to the brink of madness.
Mingyu begged for more speed, more force, more contact. He wanted to feel the full length of Wonwoo inside him, to feel that he belonged to Jeon. She wanted him to pull her hair and press his chest against her back, and that's exactly what the older man did, as if he knew exactly what Kim wanted.
In the end, Wonwoo knew the boy so well that he really knew. He knew the exact speed and force at which Mingyu liked to be penetrated and he knew the right way to take him to the extreme. Wonwoo almost never sought his own pleasure simply because he didn't need it, he could enjoy just seeing Mingyu so delivered like that. Seeing Kim in that state, almost drunk with lust, was his greatest source of pleasure.
- Wonwoo - Mingyu moaned brokenly, waiting for an answer before continuing - Let me turn... - he begged, sighing loudly as he was slapped even harder than before - Please, hyung, I want to see you.
Wonwoo's biggest flaw was that he couldn't deny any of Mingyu's requests, and he knew it. He stopped everything he was doing and moved far enough away so that the younger man had room to change positions, crawling onto the other man's body as soon as he was sure he was comfortable.
He fit into the tight entrance once more and felt Mingyu's arms encircle his neck and back, pulling him closer, pushing their chests together and making everything hotter. Kim moaned slyly when his own penis, previously neglected, brushed against the other man's abdomen and that was enough for Wonwoo to use his free hand to masturbate the younger man, turning his attention to all of Mingyu's sensitive spots as he bent down to suck and lick his nipples.
Mingyu was a complete mess. He moaned loudly and uncontrollably while his hands restlessly pulled Wonwoo's hair and squeezed his body in search of more contact, more skin. He loved feeling Wonwoo, loved the sensation of having him thrust into him in that almost rough way. An aggressive love that was always seeking intensity.
When Wonwoo slowed down and thrust even harder, Mingyu knew it was his time to work. They were like that, they didn't need words to understand what the other wanted. On an impulse, Kim threw Wonwoo onto the bed and climbed over his lap, fitting himself onto the other man's cock without much difficulty, as if he already knew the way. He watched Jeon's features become even more intense as he slowly rolled over onto his member.
As if the universe had decided to play with Wonwoo's face, the younger man bent over the other man's chest and simply stared into the most beautiful feline eyes he had ever seen in the world. Wonwoo was beautiful in every way and Mingyu could see it. So beautiful that he could have anyone he wanted in his bed at the snap of a finger and yet he was there, taking care of Kim's pain.
Because Jeon Wonwoo wasn't just a pretty face or a stunningly hot body, he was also good at heart. He had a heart so big that he would give up a Saturday night out partying with his friends simply to look after a crying baby who had trouble declaring himself. And then all the loose ends seemed to fall into place in Mingyu's mind in a painful way. How long had he been repressing all that admiration for Jeon?
From one moment to the next, Mingyu realized that, as much as he didn't know the name of what they had, he didn't want it to end.
Everything seemed to have stopped and, while Wonwoo wanted to come, Mingyu just wanted to prolong that moment, because he didn't know when it would happen again. He broke the distance between them with the quietest kiss they had ever exchanged, just as eager, but much quieter than all the others and even more overwhelming. The first thing Kim did after pulling away was break into one of the most sincere smiles of his life, and that was enough to make Wonwoo want to cry once again.
Without moving away, Mingyu rolled over again, now with more speed, and heard Wonwoo let out disconnected moans and curses thanks to the stimulation. Jeon held the younger man's shapely waist tightly enough to leave marks later, without giving a damn. If Mingyu thought he could tease him like that and get away with it, he was sorely mistaken.
He slapped the other man's thigh and enjoyed the moan that followed, smiling when he saw Mingyu push off and ride his lap. Shit! Kim Mingyu was a tremendous son of a bitch. He was hot and knew exactly how to take advantage of it.
As if to prove that he was still in control, Wonwoo brought one of his hands up to the other man's neck and squeezed, with measured force, until Kim opened his mouth even wider in search of air. Mingyu loved it. He loved it when Wonwoo proved that he was in charge of the situation.
Wonwoo let go of the younger man's neck only to take hold of his waist again and support his increasingly rapid movements. The room had become a mess of disconnected moans, thrown clothes and loose sheets. The bed frequently hit the wall as if it might break at any moment and neither of them seemed to care. They were totally immersed in each other, had forgotten about the world outside and, at that moment, there were only the two of them, all those locked-up feelings and the most intense pleasure they had ever experienced.
Jeon closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on each sensation and ignore Mingyu's longing gaze on him. He couldn't cry again, not when he was about to give Kim the best orgasm of his life.
- Wonie, - she called in a sly tone, without stopping riding at any point. -Look at me, please - she begged through moans, a few tears of pleasure already escaping her eyes.
- This isn't fair to me, Gyu-ah - Wonwoo whimpered without thinking, squeezing Kim's waist even tighter and slapping his thigh again before holding him in place and pushing his own body forward to thrust hard.
- Please, hyung, I want you to watch me cum - Mingyu knew exactly how to convince Wonwoo.
When Wonwoo opened his eyes, Mingyu was there, with that puppy dog look, as if he was begging for permission to release his orgasm. Jeon smiled at the sight. How could Mingyu be so pure and at the same time provoke so many sinful thoughts?
- Come for me, Mingyu!
And as if that were an order, Kim's body readily obeyed. Mingyu felt spasms run from his little toe to his scalp as he came down hard on Wonwoo's cock, stopping at the base as he lost all the strength he needed to continue thanks to the most overwhelming orgasm he had ever achieved.
Wonwoo smiled as he saw Mingyu's whole body tremble, and soon afterwards, the boy's member began to expel the whitish liquid abundantly. He wrapped his arms around Kim's waist as he lay on top of him, clearly powerless.
Mingyu moaned sensitively as Wonwoo carefully pulled out of him and laid him on the bed, his back against the mattress and his head on the pillow. Jeon got up and walked to the bathroom, discarding the condom and returning to the bedroom with some tissues.
He ignored the eyes roaming over his body as he cleaned Mingyu's legs and abdomen, which were soiled with cum. Just as he was about to get up to throw the tissues in the garbage can, Mingyu pulled him close by the hand once again, Wonwoo still had a hard cock between his legs and Kim didn't intend to let him solve that problem alone.
- Does it hurt much? - he asked, worried that Wonwoo had been holding that erection for so long and still hadn't released it. He was probably holding back just to satisfy Mingyu, he always did that.
- You're tired, I can fix it. Don't worry! - He tried to move away, but Mingyu just kept holding his hand so that he would stay where he was.
- Hyung, let me take care of you. Please - Mingyu asked, reversing their positions until Wonwoo had his back on the pillow and his legs stretched out on the bed.
- You're worthless, Kim Mingyu - he sighed as one of the other men's hands wrapped around his member, stroking it slowly - I'm ready to come, don't delay and suck me off! - Wonwoo grunted, annoyed at the way the other man was staring at him, as if he was waiting for something.
- You're very bossy - Mingyu clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth before speeding up the hand movement - Pay close attention to me, Wonie, because I won't take my eyes off you.
Immediately afterwards, Mingyu unceremoniously sucked the older man's cock. He wasn't going to play coy, not when Wonwoo had been holding back his own orgasm for so long. He wasn't going to be slow or torture Jeon; on the contrary, he was going to prove that it was possible to go from heaven to hell in just a few minutes, just as Wonwoo had shown him just before.
Mingyu sucked as hard as he could and jerked off what he couldn't fit in his mouth, all without taking his eyes off Wonwoo's face, analyzing each of his expressions of pleasure. He could do this all day, but Jeon needed to come, and it was with this in mind that he relaxed his throat and sank even deeper onto Wonwoo's member, completely ignoring the choking sensation and controlling himself to hold out as long as possible. Wonwoo groaned loudly before making the most difficult decision of the night, which was to pull Mingyu by the hair to get him away from his own cock.
- Fuck, I'm going to come... - He took a shaky breath as he watched Mingyu wipe his chin with a satisfied smile.
- And why didn't you do that? - Kim saw Wonwoo frown in a clear sign of confusion. - I want you to come in my mouth, hyung, don't you understand yet?
- Are you sure about that? - Wonwoo asked, surprised that the younger man had never done that before.
- Absolutely!
With that, Mingyu went back to sucking the older man's member like it was his favorite candy. Kim observed the exact moment when Wonwoo bit his lip to stifle a moan, threw his head partly back, without breaking eye contact, and squeezed the sheet tightly between his fingers. He felt the hot spurt straight down his throat and swallowed without a second thought, savoring Jeon's bittersweet taste with pleasure.
He stayed there, sucking and licking, until there was not a drop of other people's pleasure left. Wonwoo's eyes were closed and his head was resting on the pillow, pleasure and exhaustion oozing from his pores. Mingyu smiled, pleased to be the one causing all the mess, and threw himself down next to Jeon's naked body, pausing for a moment to admire the boy's beautiful curves.
- Are you going to tell me what happened? - Wonwoo asked after a while, gathering his strength. Shamelessly taking advantage of the fact that Kim was always much more open after sex.
- I don't think it's necessary - was Mingyu's reply, and he shrugged at the sudden subject. He didn't want to remember how stupid he had been up to that point.
They sat in silence for a while, their minds gradually returning to work without the effect of sexual desire. Wonwoo wondered if he was being such a fool for caring so much about Mingyu, while Mingyu himself only wondered why he had spent so long denying to himself that he did have feelings for Wonwoo. Did he really love Minghao as he thought he did or was that just an unconscious excuse to be sad and end up in Jeon Wonwoo's bed religiously every Saturday?
He felt like an idiot for not realizing it before.
- Minghao kicked your ass, didn't he? - Wonwoo saw the naked body next to him twitch at the mere mention of the other man's name. He smiled sadly as he realized that he hadn't been wrong to think that Minghao was the reason for all that tension, when, in fact, the reason was simply that Mingyu had been startled to realize that hearing that name hadn't made his heart race like he thought it would.
- How do you know? - Mingyu asked, straining to look at the dark eyes instead of the strong chest he had been leaning on minutes before. He had so much to say and couldn't even formulate a coherent sentence. She wanted to declare herself once and for all, to say that she wanted to meet Wonwoo all week, not just on Saturday night.
- I'm not an idiot, Gyu-ah - Wonwoo smiled sweetly before continuing - He broke your heart, and I'm the place where broken hearts go... - He stretched out his arm just enough to caress the younger man's face - Well, at least yours always comes to me!
- You won't be that place anymore, I promise - Mingyu said after a while, not realizing that, to Wonwoo, it sounded like goodbye, when in fact it was more like “Now my heart will come to you in one piece!”
Without a second thought, Mingyu cut through the space between them and embraced Wonwoo's warm body. The gesture, without any malice, took Jeon by surprise. He watched Mingyu snuggle up in his arms like a puppy and wondered internally if this could be some kind of divine torture. Had he really done something so horrible to deserve it?
To make matters worse, Mingyu lifted her face just long enough to steal a careful kiss from the other's lips and then rub the tips of their noses together in the most affectionate way Wonwoo had ever seen.
For Wonwoo, it had been like a painful reminder that Kim wouldn't be there the next day. For Mingyu, it had represented his desire to be there for all the days to come.
In the end, Jeon Wonwoo was used to the whole situation.
He had already expected to hear the three rhythmic knocks on his door on Saturday night and had gotten used to the eager kiss he received as soon as he opened the door.
But Wonwoo didn't know that when he woke up in his empty bed the next morning, thinking he had been left alone once again, and got up to eat cereal with milk, he would find Mingyu in his kitchen preparing a hearty breakfast. He hadn't imagined that Kim would sit next to him on the living room carpet and say that his hair was sticking up all over the place. He didn't even consider the possibility that, instead of leaving at dawn on Saturday, Mingyu would remain by his side not only on Sunday, but on all the other days that followed from then on.
Because Jeon Wonwoo might have known a lot, but, at least at that time, he still didn't know that during the nights at Kim Mingyu's side that would come from then on, he would no longer have to love for two.