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They were still getting used to it, to each other. The way their bodies slid against each other and fit together. It was messy and awkward, they hadn’t managed to get past heat of the moment handjobs, cumming into each other’s fists as they panted into messy kisses that were more tongue and teeth than anything else.
Yunho let out a huff as his back connected with the mattress of the lower bunk in Mingi’s dorm room, arms immediately reaching out for said man, needing his warmth closer. The rapper was on top of him only seconds later, full lips latching onto Yunho’s neck as if drawn by a magnet.
But as much as Yunho loved the way Mingi was sucking and biting at the most sensitive spot on his neck, they couldn’t leave marks. Burying a hand in Mingi’s hair, Yunho tugged the rapper up into a messy kiss, licking into his lover’s mouth eagerly. Mingi had looked downright sinful onstage today, dripping with sex appeal. Yunho had barely been able to hold himself back.
His eyes fluttered shut as a surprised moan tore from his throat as he felt the warm bulge of Mingi’s cock pressing down against his own, his nails digging into Mingi’s shoulders. Yunho rolled his hips up, molten heat pooling in his gut at the low moan it pulled from Mingi’s throat.
“Yun- fuck, do-”
“Shut up. Shit- just shut up and keep going, you feel so good baby.” Yunho panted, bracing a hand against the sweaty nape of Mingi’s neck. All Mingi did was nod, hips moving to properly grind down against Yunho’s. Both men moaned in unison, the friction against their cocks both too much and not enough, the barrier of their pants soon becoming more frustrating than pleasurable.
Yunho placed a hand against Mingi’s hip, halting the man’s movements effectively. He made a gentle shushing noise in response to the groan of protest from the rapper, reaching his other hand down to fumble Mingi’s fly open and then his own.
“Need these off, wanna feel you.” He mumbled in explanation, thoroughly appreciating the view of Mingi’s cock as it sprang from the confines of his boxers.
“Fuck..we don’t even need lube baby, look how wet you are.” Yunho murmured in awe, unable to blink as he watched precum drool from the tip of Mingi’s cock and fall onto his own stomach.
He couldn’t help the soft chuckle he let out when a muffled ‘shut up’ came from Mingi where he was buried in Yunho’s neck, working on undoing his fly and pulling his own cock out. He groaned softly, giving himself a few firm strokes just to ease some of the pressure.
The moment he took his hand away, Mingi’s hips rolled down to meet his, their cocks pressed between their stomachs. The air felt hot and heavy, the sound of their panting breaths filling the room. Yunho let his head fall back against his pillow, biting back an honest to god whine as Mingi’s hips continued to roll down and grind their bare cocks against one another.
It shouldn’t feel this good, Yunho felt shameful that he already felt close, it was just a bit of friction. But it was Mingi pressing down on him, it was Mingi whose cock was against his, Mingi who was moaning Yunho’s name into his neck. Those facts alone made something so simple feel divine.
Strong hands settled against his hips, grip hard enough that Yunho hoped it would bruise just so he could stare at the marks in the mirror later. Mingi used Yunho’s hips as leverage, pressing close enough that Yunho could hear the lewd squelching on their stomachs caused by the insane amount of precum Mingi was leaking.
Yunho’s hand found its way back to the nape of Mingi’s neck, his hips twitching upwards to try and match Mingi’s pace as best he could with how he was pinned down. He was surrounded by Mingi, unable to think of anything else beyond this moment.
“Yun- I’m really not gonna last like this!” Mingi groaned, lifting his head up to meet Yunho’s eyes. Yunho didn’t think he would ever get used to just how fucking good Mingi looked all flushed and dark-eyed when he was aroused.
“I know baby, me too.” Yunho panted, taking advantage of the hand he had on Mingi’s neck and pulling him down into a sloppy kiss. It was one of the most endearing things about Mingi, the way he kissed. He was so eager, but the more eager he was, the sloppier he got.
All spit and tongue, but Yunho fucking loved it. He moaned into Mingi’s mouth after the rapper managed to press the tips of their cocks together, making Yunho’s back arch up. His other arm came up to wrap around Mingi’s shoulder, fingernails trying to dig into skin through fabric.
They weren’t really even kissing anymore, just panting into each others mouths as their hips moved in tandem, the sheen of sweat forming on their skin just making the glide that much better.
Yunho couldn’t stop himself from chanting Mingi’s lip a prayer, falling from his lips like a river. His lover was beyond words by now, all soft whimpers and throaty moans as his hips began to lose their rhythm, jumping erratically.
He felt Mingi’s grip tighten on his hips even more, drawing a whine from his lips as he felt his cock throb. Mingi’s hips were rolling faster, and Yunho knew exactly how to get his boyfriend to tip over the edge.
“Come on princess, I wanna watch you cum all over my stomach, give it to me baby.” He purred into Mingi’s mouth, watching the way his words shocked Mingi like a live wire in real time. He froze for a second, entire body tensed up before relaxing like a rubber band that suddenly snapped.
Yunho drank up every one of Mingi’s moans, but was quite sent tumbling over the edge of his own orgasm when he felt Mingi’s cock throbbing and each spurt of cum that followed.
A wet cry left Yunho’s lips as he came against their stomachs, his cum mixing with Mingi’s in the puddle on their stomach. It rolled through him like a tsunami, his vision going white for a minute as pleasure consumed him.
He held onto mingi for dear life, if not for Mingi’s shirt protecting him from Yunho’s nails, he feared he might have been gripping hard enough to draw blood.
He let out a soft huff as Mingi collapsed on top of him, shivering at the feeling of cum being spread across his skin more. He gently combed his finger through the rapper’s hair, still working on catching his breath.
“Love you….felt so good..” Mingi murmured against his chest, warmth blossoming across Yunho’s cheeks in response.
“I love you too Min.” He whispered back, pausing a moment before speaking again.
“I’m too tired to move.” He admitted, knowing his future self would be so disgusted at having to clean dry cum off of his stomach. But right now he couldn’t bring himself to care, entangling his legs with Mingi’s to be even closer.
“Nap?” Mingi slurred.
“Nap.” Yunho answered, eyes already drooping shut. This was his favorite place in the world, surrounded by his lover where nothing else mattered. He could stay here for eternity.