Archive of Our Own

They stumbled their way through the familiar apartment, pushing aside cabinets, dropping books, lampshades and decor as they made out.

Yunho knew he'd be mad once he was out of his lustful stupor. Of course he'd annihilate Mingi and give him an earful... later.

Once they reached the bedroom Mingi made quick work with unbuckling his pants, tossing the leather belt to the side with a harsh clink of metal on the tiled floor.

It ignited a flame within him, Yunho could see it. Could see the way his eyes darkened to a deep onyx, the way his knee pushed his legs open and how he felt like he needed to run. Run into his arms.

"You're going to be the fucking end of me Jeong. I fear I won't hold back." Capturing his legs, the rapper spread them further and situated himself between them.

Their lips met like two magnets, hips grinding against one another with desperation. It felt like a ticking time bomb.

And Yunho was already on the brink.

Once they pulled away, Yunho fought to open his eyes, dazed from the kiss and numb in every placed those fingers caressed. Mingi sat up on his knees and pulled his band tee off, revealing his muscled body covered in ink that told stories as old as time. He couldn't help it, Yunho found himself tracing that same red rose over his heart like he always did. It was muscle memory at this point. A routine he followed meticulously without fail.

Mingi sighed softly, glancing down at the finger that traced over that singular rose, over the scar that hid beneath, deep and painful.

"Is it just me... or is the rose overpowering today?"

"Got it inked some more. Shit fades too fast." The man let out a huff of annoyance as he reached to untie Yunho's soft blue robe with precision. Beneath the thick layer of velour he unveiled the soft, moon-kissed skin, flushed with a bashful rosy sheen.

The light overhead illuminated his body in a way that made his skin glow as if it were translucent. Mingi stared in awe, hand coming out to trace the ridges of soft, blemished and bumpy skin. He felt human, but he felt fragile like a porcelain figure on a high shelf.

"You're... divine... like a sanctuary only I get to explore." It was soft, barely two tones above a whisper but it was conveyed, not sharp, not territorial or possessive.

It was wonderment concealed by possession.

Not a hunger for him but an appreciation for the beauty of his form, of art he'd document in silence rather than exhibiting it.

Yunho felt his cheeks heat up with that all too familiar flush Mingi was skilled at putting on him.

"C-can you stop with that... sappy crap, you weirdo." He protested weakly, the words pushed out like a plea but... his eyes held the same appreciation. An appreciation that went layers deep into more than what Mingi could gauge.

A soft scoff exited the rappers throat, almost like a purr. "Excuse me for realizing just how perfect your physique is, grumpy dog. A man has two eyes. Eyes that aren't fooled by persistent denials." Slowly dragging his hand across the pale chest, Mingi found the soft pink petal on his chest and flicked it.

Eyes widening, groan slipping loose, Yunho bit back the urge to indent his ribs with the heel of his foot.

"D-don't do that suddenly... you know—"

Mingi leaned down and captured his perky nipple in his awaiting mouth, the need to feel him, to taste him was almost as strong as his need to get into paradise.

The world around him turned to hazy specks as Yunho threw his head back onto the pillow, arching off the bed with a cry of Mingi's name.

It was enough to make him feel lightheaded, the contact barely strong enough to render a grown woman to shambles but Yunho felt it in every nerve ending throughout his being.

"I... I feel..."

"Euphoric?" Mingi questioned around the aching bud, the vibrations making Yunho see stars and laser beams richoeting off the walls.

His hand found its way to Mingi's short blonde tresses, far softer than the rugged cadence he wore like armor—one the world fell in step with.

Nothing about this man was soft but... tonight was different. Felt like they were on the brink of making love. Something Yunho had never expected from Mingi of all people. His world was filled with darkness, a rough edge that felt like a graveyard in the wintry cold.

He was someone Yunho hated.

But he craved him.

Sucking the skin raw, Mingi finally pulled back with a pop and gazed down at the artwork he left behind on his canvas.

"It's all swollen now." He commented lightly, hands igniting trails of flames across his body.

"You like doing that." Yunho blurted out, hands moving to hide his face as a biting chill crept up his spine.

"Doing what?" Mingi responded nonchalantly, lips mapping out his soft skin as if creating a landscape only he could see.

"Leaving traces of yourself on me." It was spoken softly, cast into the void like a nameless shadow that clung to the wall.

Letting his guard down, Yunho moved his hand to discern his reaction with bubbled eyes.

The rapper had already stopped moving, his head freezing where it was situated over the swell of his belly. His eyes were sharp, not cruel. Contemplative, not accusing. He was considering the question and analyzing his response thoroughly.

This wasn't apart of the agreement.

Marking meant leaving behind a claim.

A claim they did not sign up for.

They were not each others.

They were only here for the thrill.

With a soft noise, Mingi pulled up slightly and rested himself up on his elbows.

"Not traces, Jeong." He answered cooly. "Responses." The word felt mismatched, like a sock placed on your foot that contrasted the other. "I don't need to leave a trace. I leave responses, responses only our bodies understand."

Yunho was deaf to whatever the hell he meant but eager to fan away the awkward topic, he grabbed the man by his neck and crashed their lips together like tides on rocks.

Their lips burned with the heat of their saliva, bodies locking, feeling less like fitting together and more like returning.

Their tongues tangled in a messy rhythm, swallowing each other's groans and roughly tearing apart any remaining clothing.

Mingi's trousers were kicked to the side, the soft click of the metal chains adorning his pants echoed in the room. The rapper felt dizzy, the adrenaline pumped through his veins like a drug. He just wanted to ravage him, have him fall apart by his hands.

Pulling away, the rapper leaned to the edge of the bed with a soft grunt and opened the first drawer of Yunho's side cabinet. His eyes were glued to Yunho as he grabbed the lube, not needing to navigate with his eyes, instead letting muscle memory take the reins.

With a shaky exhale, Yunho relaxed against the soft sheets, body thrumming with nerves. They've done this a million other times but each time with Mingi felt like their first. The way Mingi's hands kneaded at his thighs, the way he yearned through his gaze alone, the soft whispers on silken skin, and the way he hastens his pace when it got too much to handle.

Each encounter felt new. Each encounter felt like they've just discovered their bodies and how to stimulate it.

Uncapping the tube, the rapper squeezed a generous amount onto his slender fingers and rubbed it to heat it up. Each move was purposeful, calculated in a way that left no room for misunderstandings.

He knew what he was doing. Even if it felt like their first...

It only took a single glance, eyes burning with the quiet question, one Yunho always answered with full confidence.

Make me lose it.

With their silent agreement, Mingi found his way to the tight ring that throbbed and clenched around nothing. It was eager for him to put it out of its misery. Guiding his finger toward it, Mingi felt like he was about to lead a revolution to freedom. Or maybe he was just being dramatic again.

Inserting the first finger was always the easiest step. It was harmless, inviting, maybe a little too tight but Yunho's body knew how to accommodate any part of the rapper as if they were one.

The entrance softened up, letting the finger glide over the walls and feel around with a medical precision.

He knew what he was doing.

So well... it scared him sometimes.

A low noise tumbled from his throat, his veins pulsed as his body lay taut on the bed with a practiced calm that enforced his next move.

Breathing through it.

Mingi was never patient enough to wait long. Gaze hungry and desperate as he kept muttering curses into the chilly—slowly heating—air. His finger worked its magic, curling inside him and thrusting itself close to that spot but never letting it touch.

It felt like the walls were talking. His entire body was flushed and his knees felt a dull ache as he finally dropped his legs onto the bed. Like molten lava, Yunho melted into the bed and cried his name like a mantra, like a dumb sacrificial ritual.

His cock was dripping onto his belly, the slimy substance pooling in his belly button, but each fast, unsteady breath pushed some of it out, now sliding down the side of his belly.

Sweaty and blissed out, Yunho hastily reached for the hand battling with his barrier and held it with a firm grip, steadying it and allowing himself to grind on it freely.

Mingi didn't protest.

He never did.

Control was something he craved like an ice-cream sundae on a summery day.

But control was subjective. Yunho may have directed him closer to his undoing, but he held the reins all the same.

So what if he let him move.

Didn't mean he'd touch the sweet spot that drove him to the land of bliss.

Yunho clenched his jaw, a tiny whine slipping from his sore, parched throat. The dark haze in his eyes was there to haunt Mingi, but he loved it. His finger moved like a ballerina, skilled and graceful. It was amazing how he knew what to do to undo his sanity without touching where he knew he needed him most.

"Mingi~" The soft cry reached his ears, soft and vulnerable as his hands clenched onto him tighter.

The rappers pulse raced, every nerve ending was sparked like a flame. He swallowed down his desire and finally entered a second finger that hungrily accepted him.

With two fingers in, Yunho cried louder, hands flying to cover his face as he arched his back into a little bridge. The rapper ran his free hand over the little bridge and halted by his willowy neck, folding his fingers around its slender shape.

Yunho swallowed hard, the action restricted by the hand that tightened ever so slightly. "Y-you're gonna fucking kill me..." The sound was a soft, airy whine.

Mingi curled his fingers and spread them apart, stretching his walls.

A guttural scream breached Yunho's hoarse throat, eyes rolling to the back. "Min~♥︎"

Bright red lit up Mingi's face, the glaze so dark he nearly hid himself in Yunho's plush belly. His eyes were filled with an unfathomable need, so dark and heated.

Yunho needed more, his muscles ached, brain turning to mush as sparks flared and melted him further. "Please... stop teasing me Mingi... I can't handle anymore." Hands clawed into the soft cloud white sheets, eyes pouring tears of unabashed need.

It would be cruel to tease him further.

"Enough yapping, I gotcha." Plunging deeper, Mingi sighed as he continued spreading him further to invite his aching cock sooner rather than later.

"Ahh~!" The sound was startled out of Yunho.

One moment the rapper was teasing him by avoiding the place he wanted him and now he abused it like it was some form of entertainment.

Knowing Mingi it probably was.

A deep whine escaped him as Mingi's finger worked deftly over the place that transported him to another universe.

Sweat trickled down his forehead as he whimpered out small unintelligible pleas, body glistening for him and only him. Mingi felt the heat coiling in his lower belly intensify, so much so he felt like it might explode.

His hands continued its ministrations, pace bordering on brutal. Four fingers were in. He didn't realize when he put them all in, didn't care at that moment.

The need within Yunho was breaking him apart. No more... he needed him.

A shrill scream left Yunho's cherry lips, wet and bruised from biting it raw. "So needy. Do you want it?" Mingi taunted sweetly, a lopsided grin tracing menacing shadows across his visage.

Yunho's thoughts lost their edge as the pale, drifting haze washed over him. His eyes were lacquered with emotions left untold, an echo in the passing breeze. "I wanna murder you..."

A scoff bounced off the walls, followed by an upward flick of Mingi's hand.

Another cry, another tear trekking down his face.

"Such romantic words. Don't make me blush, Jeong. I'm sensitive." The sarcasm with heavy, albeit laced with a sinful implication.

Pulling his hand free with a pop, the rapper didn't hesitate to bring the slick hand to his mouth, licking it clean. Yunho never liked when he did that. To him it felt unhygienic, leaving traces of himself in ways he'd rather keep to himself. Today however, he felt too blissed out. Felt the need slithering through his veins like a venomous snake.

Sitting up on his elbows, Yunho let out a soft grunt. "You're so annoying... just... just let me have it. You've already teased me enough for one goddamn night." The gleam in his eyes reminded Mingi of how unsteady his emotions were, how needy and whiny he would get if he drew this out any longer.

A light chuckle pierced the still air, hand resting on Yunho's blush-tinted knee and spread it open.

Their eyes met, heavy with desire and a silent promise. A promise to continue without feelings keeping them tethered to one another.

Nobody needed unnecessary connections to have fun. They were loyal but they were just here for the game. For company. For a sliver of their existence folded in on itself.

Nothing else mattered but the heat between two yearning bodies seeking refuge in each other.

Mingi settled comfortably between his soft pillowy thighs, and teased the sphincter muscle, gliding the slimy head of his cock up and down.

"Mingi please. I really can't I—"

The rapper didn't give him a chance to complete his sentence, the head slipped into him with surprising ease. Both men groaned, heat pooling low in their aching tummies.

It could be one, a hundred or a thousands times. Yunho knew he'd never get over the feel of their bodies interlacing. The pleasure, the heat, the scent, the taste. Everything was like a sensory overload and he needed it to survive.

The sensation left Mingi gagged, letting the tightness pull him into a haze of euphoria. "Shit... you're still so goddamn tight... gonna rip my dick clean off." His hands were rested on either side of Yunho, caging him in.

A breathless chuckle left Yunho, weak and tired. "Maybe... that's what I want to do. Your dick is the only good part of you." He admitted, no shame in his tone whatsoever.

"So mean. You'll hurt my feelings."

"You like that. Admit it."

Mingi didn't respond for a short moment, allowing himself time to adjust to the walls slowly accommodating his length. Once he caught his breath, his eyes glittered with cheekiness. "I won't say yes and I won't say no either."

That response had Yunho rolling his eyes. "Easily avoided. As expected." His hands found themselves tangled around the rappers neck, pulling him down. The chain draped delicately around Mingi's neck fell down onto his chest, the coldness sending a chill up his spine.

"What am I avoiding?" His lips met his neck, sucking blooming shades of magenta and rosy red across the pale skin.

"Too much." A soft moan left Yunho, eyes flaming with raw desire.

Drawn to the heat, Mingi pushed in further, the slide like silk. Yunho was open for him, always open, always prepared for him. It made them see vibrant speckles in their blurred eyes.

It felt like a reunion.

Mingi couldn't stop it, couldn't contain himself no longer.

His hips pistoned forward, rough and brutal.

"Ahh no, Mingi... I—" A slutty moan tore from his throat, head thrown on the soft pillows.

The cock abusing his prostate was driving him to the brink. It felt so good. His body was numb, and his muscles ached.

Mingi couldn't stop. His hips moved forward with a force Yunho knew meant he wasn't going to hold back.

Gone was the gentleness, in was the primal beast that used his body in the best way possible.

"You're taking me so well." Mingi growled, hand moving up to pin down his hands above his head. "You're like a hole meant to be destroyed by me."

Yunho felt those eyes on him, heated with a dark desire, so intense it almost scared him. Almost.

He slammed his cock into him, using his free hand to pull Yunho's knee to his chest as he forced his thick cock into his puckered hole oozing with lube and precum.

It sounded disgusting but they didn't care.

"I can't take anymore..." Yunho whimpered, tears gliding down his face like a fountain. "I'm gonna go insane..."

"You're too coherent for my liking." Mingi growled and hastened his pace, a deep, guttural noise penetrating from deep within him. "Let me fix that."

The snap of his hips were brutal, the glide searing hot and the sounds... oh God the sounds were his undoing. Loud, wet squelches and the slap of skin on skin that burned. The pull back gave a brief moment of respite only to be slammed into again by his cock.

It was so unbearable... he wanted more.

Yunho's muscles tensed up as he moved his free, shaky leg around Mingi's slim waist, a waist he may have ogled way longer than necessary.

The rapper shut his eyes and leaned his head down to rest on the pillow beside Yunho's head. "Fuck... I'm already close. Fuck you Jeong Yunho for feeling so goddamn good..." Lips parting, his tongue traveled up the column of his neck, tasting the salty sweat and the lingering sweetness from his body wash.

A soft sound tore loose from Yunho's lips. The sensations contrasted drastically. The brutal snap of his hips drilling a hole into him and his lips tickling his neck, forming goosebumps.

In a moment of passion the two locked as one, brutal as it may be, they stayed close, bodies telling a story only they could understand. "M-Mingi~ you're gonna drive me insane..." Yunho's whimper was soft, a small sound meant for Mingi's ears only.

His eyes swelled with tears, and it kept falling down on the pillows. Everything about that moment made Mingi groan. Tears looked beautiful on him. The way they caught in the light made them glisten like iridescent gems.

"Beautiful... so goddamn beautiful." Mingi gasped out, hips stuttering when Yunho clenched around him. "It's like you're doing this on purpose. Put me in a goddamn straightjacket..."

Yunho didn't respond. Mingi had let his guard down and eased his hold on him so he freed himself swiftly, hands now wiggling around to find his back. Claws dug into the ivory skin softened by the golden glow of summer.

The reaction was instant, a soft hiss tore from the rappers throat, a sound of both pain and pleasure intermingling as one. "That's not fair..."

"C-calling me all these ahhh♥︎ pretty things a-aren't... fuck slow down~" Yunho hid his face in the curve of Mingi's neck, releasing his cries into the delicate slope. His words were forgotten in an instant.

Wrapping his arms around him firmly, Mingi began to pound his cock deeper, hitting him in that spot. A loud scream bellowed from deep within his chest, nails scraping further down the length of his back, leaving trails of blood.

The necklace between them tickled Yunho's chest, the coolness soothing the heat surging through his body like live volts of electricity, just a tiny bit.

"Hah, ahh..." Mingi moaned, hiding his face in his neck as the pleasure overwhelmed his senses.

Legs wrapping around him, Yunho let it happen, let the cock slide into him like a desperate slut. The slap of skin made him nauseas, but a good kind. In a weird sort of way only he'd understand.

The thrusts grew ten times more brutal if that were possible. Desperation sparked Mingi's veins, going deeper and wilder, forcing Yunho's body up against the headboard. The headboard banged hard against the wall, loud and unnerving as he was slammed into his eager hole.

Yunho couldn't think. His body was being toyed with like a stupid hole used for nothing but sex and he didn't care. He wanted to be ruined, wanted to be used like a slut and filled with cum.

Trailing his blurry, glossy eyes up he could faintly discern Mingi's face contorted into pleasure. His cries—so loud and so goddamn sexy—made him scream even louder.

The rapper had taken a hold of the headboard, body arched over Yunho as he fucked into him with an unrelenting pace. Sweat dripped down from his face and onto Yunho, eyes shut tight as he suppressed the urge to just growl.

The sight was so fucking divine.

"I... I can't... Yunho~" The plea reached his ears the moment it trickled out and it may have been what drew Yunho to do what he did next.

Forcing him down by his chain, Yunho took his neck into his mouth and bit down. A garbled noise exited the rappers throat, his cock swelling further within him, igniting his desire.

It didn't take any more than that.

They both came undone with muffled screams of each others names, a ghostly reminder of what this moment held.

Mingi didn't say anything as he got dressed.

Didn't question the tremors in his hands.

Didn't question the way Yunho occasionally glanced at him.

Didn't question the mark Yunho had left on him.

No, he didn't need to.

He got up and adjusted himself, not once glancing at Yunho who silently cleaned himself, a heavy look coloring his face. Just like that the man who had called him divine, called him beautiful was gone with the wind.

With nonchalance written across his face, Mingi moved towards the door of the bedroom and quietly excused himself. Just like that. No greeting, no are you ok and no affection. That's what they agreed on.

Yunho hated him.

He really did.

So why did his chest feel hollow.

Following him out, Yunho kept his distance and watched as Mingi grabbed the things he had dropped by the front door before his eyes trailed to something pastel on the floor.

A tube of lipglass.

"That yours?" The question was sudden, unexpected even.

"No." Yunho answered hoarsely, mentally reminding himself to return it to Carina.

"I see." His tone was dry, as if bored but Yunho knew him better than that. There was more to that stoic facade that he tried to conceal. "Bring girls over often?" The accusation felt sharp, far sharper for something as casual as a fling.

"I don't. I had another student over for a group assignment. Must've forgotten it here." Yunho said softly, bending down with a soft, pained groan to retrieve it.

"Of course." The rapper sneered as he opened the door. "Just throw it away. Don't touch it any further." With that the door shut once more, a silent reminder of what they were.

Enemies.

Enemies with occupations and degrees.

Enemies with benefits.

The reminder made Yunho inhale deeply as he reached for his phone and sent a simple text to Carina to inform her of the lipgloss then sat down on the sofa to reflect.

Was it worth it...?

Falling in love with your enemy...