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They'd been officially together for a few months, obviously liking each other for much longer, and only acting on it once it became too much for what was meant to be a casual night out drinking with the members and team. Stumbling through Mingi’s door in a flurry of unspoken words and putting all their feelings into pleasure within the early hours of a random Sunday morning.
That had been a while ago now, and they’d probably had sex more times than they’d likely admit. Mainly because they’d lost track, the first few weeks of their relationship being like rabbits in heat, much to the horror of the other members. Unfortunately, due to busy schedules and comebacks, they only had time for quickies backstage or handjobs in hotel rooms that never fulfilled their full desires of wanting to touch one another without restraint. Fleeting kisses before they drifted off to sleep after a long day at work became the norm rather quickly, too exhausted even on their days off to enjoy time together.
It wasn’t until they’d been given more than one day off that even the possibility of enjoying each other's company beyond small touches and improper makeout sessions came to fruition. They’d just gotten back to the dorms, with Mingi deciding it was his turn to crash the puppy dorm tonight rather than go back to his own place, making Yunho smile widely in comparison to Yeosang, who had already started searching for his headphones. They’d eaten and caught up on the series they’d started before Yeo bid them a goodnight, clearly tired from the busy day they’d had, leaving the couple alone.
In the darkness of the living room, the only light being emitted from the TV, Yunho turned to look up at Mingi from where he was lying on his shoulder. His gaze was met with a similar fondness, pupils studying his features as he brought himself up on his palms to plant a soft kiss onto chapped lips. A small giggle rang out from the otherwise silent room, and Min brought a hand up to rest against his boyfriend's cheek, caressing the skin with the pad of his thumb before bringing him closer to share a deeper kiss. Yun sighed into the touch, his fingers threading into Mingi’s shirt and pulling at the fabric, using the force to pull himself up and closer to the other. He felt a tongue lap at his bottom lip, asking for permission, to which he happily gave. Large hands wrapped around his waist, squeezing at the flesh and making Yunho’s hips jolt at the touch, legs moving to straddle Min’s thighs and cage him in.
With a light grind from Yunho, it wasn’t long until they were panting into each other's mouths, still fully clothed and hands roaming across any expanse of skin they could find without having to break their onslaught of kisses. After weeks of pent up tension, Yun was practically humping Mingi into the couch from how harsh his grinds had become, not that the brunette seemed to care with how his mouth was open in tiny whines, his body turned to mush under the older. “Yunnie, need you.”
Yunho nodded his head in response, teeth clacking together as they continued to kiss through their slurred words. “Wanna do something…” he mumbled, sucking on Mingi’s tongue and earning a whimper, pulling back to meet his needy expression, “...can I suck you off?”
Mingi halted his movements, blush spreading across his entire face down to his collarbones, the glow from the TV highlighting his bitten lips; Yunho watched as he brought his bottom lip to be captured between fanged teeth, eyes glossy with want, voice sounding more like a plea than anything else. “Shit, Yunnie, I’d want nothing more.”
The hand that was resting against Yunho’s side was brought up, thumb tracing the older’s mouth until it was enclosed by the pink muscle of Yun’s tongue, earning a debauched groan from Mingi. He pushed his thumb against the tongue currently suckling it, causing the man to choke a little, a smirk forming within the darkness. With a barely audible pop, Mingi freed his thumb from Yunho’s mouth and leant forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling into it before leaning back fully against the couch cushions. This was the invitation Yun needed to shuffle down, head finding purchase in the crook of Mingi’s neck as he started leaving wet kisses along the skin, making the man above him sigh contentedly.
Tracing the veins along his neck, Yunho leaves small bites and barely there grazes of teeth as he works his way down his boyfriend's torso, legs sliding off from the lap they had been in for the last god knows how long to make their way onto the carpet beneath. Mingi opened his legs wider to allow for Yun to shuffle between them, immediately having to turn his gaze away from the dazed eyes that were looking up at him, the sight of the older on his knees too overwhelming. Slender fingers came up to undo Min’s drawstrings, pulling down his sweats enough to let his leaking dick out of its confines, also enough for Yunho to realise that he wasn’t wearing underwear, “Really?” Mingi held his hands up in faux innocence, smirking cheekily and letting his tongue poke through his teeth. “What? Can I not be prepared now?”
His smirk was quickly wiped off his face when Yunho wrapped his hand around him, making him jerk his hips into the touch and groan. His hands, that had dropped from the sudden contact, found blonde strands to interlace with, “S-shit.”
“Not so prepared now, huh?” Yunho’s snarky reply went unheard once he started pumping Mingi’s dick, feeling him fill out in his hand and trying to not close his legs at the sheer feeling of it against his heated skin. A few more pumps of the blonde’s hand had Mingi reeling already, every touch making him jolt his hips, always being overly sensitive when it came to his boyfriend, “Puppy…”.
The pet name made Yunho shiver, tongue darting out to add some moisture to his now dry lips, sitting back on his heels as he took his hand away from Mingi. Both hands came to rest on the younger’s plush thighs, squeezing them and urging him to shuffle closer, caging Yun in with his knees. Pupils fleet up to look into the other’s eyes, fluttering once he brings his face close enough to inhale Mingi’s scent, a whine bubbling in his throat. He brings his tongue out, placing it flat on the base of the brunette’s dick and licking a stripe up the prominent vein on the underside. A winded moan sounds out above him, eyes still locked onto Mingi, who has tilted his head back, free hand coming up to cover his mouth.
Yunho furrows his eyebrows and pulls away, making Mingi look down at him through hooded lids, shuddering when a finger traces the skin and circles his tip. “Don’t hide your pretty noises,” the blonde tuts, clicking his tongue against his teeth, making the younger whimper against the hand that was still against his mouth, “B-but Sangie”.
He looks down at Yunho pleadingly, ears flushed a deep red as he waits for the other to reply. “As if he doesn’t already know what a slut you are for me. You’ve never had an issue putting on a show for them before, have you, princess?”
The brunette responded with a high-pitched mewl, his dick twitching pathetically at Yunho’s words, making him chuckle. “See, my good slut loves the attention really” he mocks, watching how more precum leaked onto the fabric of Mingi’s shirt. Bringing himself back down, Yun lolls his tongue out once more, lapping at his boyfriend’s tip with small kitten licks. Without the hand restricting him, Mingi moans bashfully, face heating up at the idea of Yeosang hearing him, trying to ignore how the thought sends another shockwave of heat down to where Yunho was currently wrapping his lips around him. His hand tightened its grasp in blonde locks, struggling to decide whether to pull the man away or bring him closer.
Bringing his lips to wrap entirely around Mingi’s tip, Yunho hollows his cheeks in a featherlight suction, drawing more needy drops of precum to coat his tongue. He couldn’t help but groan at the taste, having been craving to feel his boyfriend in his mouth since he first laid his eyes on him way back when. The weight of Mingi was welcomed as he pushed further down, relaxing his throat and swallowing a few times, making the brunette buck his hips up. “Fuck, sorry,” Min panted when a small gag was elicited from the action. Tears pooled at the waterline of Yunho’s eyes, the stretch against his lips causing the strain against his pyjama pants to become unbearable, his own dick heavy between his trembling legs. He felt the tip hit the back of his throat, breathing harshly out of his nose and tickling the skin at the base of Mingi’s dick, making the other man’s lungs hitch; he stayed nestled against the base for a few minutes, drool gathering at the corners of his mouth and dripping down into the expanse below.
Using the drool gathered, he lapped it up with his tongue before bringing himself back up, the glide smooth as Yun let Mingi’s dick hang out of his mouth with an obscene pop. A string of spit connects them, fingers digging into the smooth skin of the younger’s thighs when Yunho dives back down, fully bottoming out in one go. The way in which Mingi’s hips buckle from the touch has the blonde’s head going foggy, his senses filled with everything Song Mingi, eyes rolling back as he lets the brunette rut into his mouth. “Oh my god, shit, puppy. Please, can I? Please, fuck.”
Who was Yunho to deny someone asking so sweetly to fuck his mouth? He tries to look up the best he can with the vice grip Mingi has on his hair, finding the younger already looking at him with blown pupils, lip trembling as he’s clearly refraining from moving his hips without the other’s permission. Yunho nods, a gargled moan vibrating around the intrusion in his mouth in a way that he hopes shows his agreement to the request. Luckily for him, Mingi seems to understand and immediately bucks his hips up in a small thrust, cautious and scanning his boyfriend’s face for any sense of discomfort. Instead, he watches how the blonde’s eyes roll back into his skull, his own hips jerking and trying to rut against something, anything for friction. With a loud groan, the brunette increases his pace, the tight heat of Yunho’s throat making him cry out into the moonlit living room.
“Shit, feels so good. Doing so well for me, pretty.” Mingi babbles, somewhat incoherently, chest heaving in bursts from how fucking wet everything was. His sweatpants had become dark with a mixture of drool and precum, Yunho’s lips red and stretched around Mingi’s tip, burning into his brain to plague him for the rest of his life. He could honestly pass away right now and would be happy. His gaze travels down the large bulge in Yunho’s throat, every thrust making a prominent ripple underneath his skin. “Fuck, you’re so full, pup.”
To solidify what he meant, the brunette brought his hand down from Yun’s hair to wrap around his neck. Not harshly, but enough to apply pressure and feel the way his dick bulged, thrusting slow and deep to really make them both feel it. The whimper that reverberates around Mingi makes him fall back, Yunho’s eyes in a constant state of rolled back, lids hooded as he takes everything the other gives him. Mingi watches as the blonde ruts against the carpet, lost in bliss and so far gone, his head dizzy. When his throat restricts from a particularly harsh thrust, it has Mingi reeling, hissing from the slight contact the skin has against Yunho’s teeth, “Oh! ‘M so close, shit.”
With a squeeze to his thigh, Mingi can only assume his boyfriend is in a similar position, whimpering around his dick and sending more shocks throughout his body. Yunho brings himself up to the tip, voice hoarse as he tries to speak, chest moving up and down sporadically when he tries to catch his breath, “Taste so good princess, you gonna cum down my throat like a good boy?”
“Mhm! Just for you, Yunnie, gonna- hngh, fuck.” Mingi gets cut off when Yunho sinks back down, this time with fervor. He hollows his cheeks completely, tracing a constellation of patterns along the entire length inside him with his tongue. Yun grabs at Mingi’s hand, bringing it back up to wrap into his hair and groaning at the feeling of the strands being pulled at, muffling a “Fuck me, sweetheart,” without pulling off properly.
Mingi doesn’t need to be told twice, lying further down on the couch and spreading his legs impossibly wider, nails scratching at Yunho’s scalp once his fingers fully take hold of his blonde locks. His thrusts are deep, the tight heat of his boyfriend’s throat making his stomach tighten, head flung back to barely look at the ceiling as he takes Yunho for everything he has. The TV has long turned off, making the frankly pornographic noises the couple are creating echo even louder, Mingi’s cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls.
“Yunnie, please- ngh, can I… fuck, can I cum?” And the two squeezes on his thigh give him all the permission he needs before he’s spilling down the blonde’s throat, a wanton moan drowning out the gargled noises of Yunho’s choking. He holds the man in place with both hands against the back of his head, continuing to piston his hips through the aftershocks until it becomes too sensitive for him, muscles twitching at the sensation. Yunho goes slack in his hold, forgetting how to breathe as he cums untouched, fireworks exploding behind his closed eyes with every drawn out thrust. He twitches against the carpet, knees and throat burning with pure want.
Pulling back ever so slightly, he tilts his head up towards Mingi, who looks just as blissed out as him. Mingi stares down to watch how Yunho holds his mouth open, displaying his cum like some prized possession before making a show of swallowing it, and the brunette would be lying if he said it didn’t make his now soft dick twitch in interest again.
Fully sitting back on his thighs, Yunho looks at his boyfriend dazedly, mouth and chin covered in drool as he whines from the feeling of his pants sticking uncomfortably. He shifts in his spot on the floor, ears pink, when Mingi quirks an eyebrow at him quizzingly, “Did my pup make a mess?”. The blonde can only nod, flushing with embarrassment as he spreads his legs slightly from where he’s sat on the floor, displaying the prominent wet patch at the front, “Tasted too good.”
With a loving smile, Mingi interlocks their hands and pulls Yunho up on shaky legs, pulling him into his lap once more and cupping his cheeks with both hands, “Thank you, Yunnie, did so good.” He nuzzled their noses together before bringing their lips together into a soft kiss, both smiling into it as the post-orgasm haze washed over them.