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The cold breeze flowing in from the opened window was always so refreshing. The smell of fresh air, mixed with the pungent smell of lavender that was spread across the outside of the wall. It was a nice way to cool the room, considering there were so many of them packed into one hotel room for whatever reason. Mingi couldn’t help but bounce his leg, checking the time frequently. He was anxious, biting the chapped skin on his lips. The cold air really wasn’t helping with the heat of his body.
Their day had been long, consisting of packed schedules, interviews that seemed to take hours too long, and meeting fans they could’ve swore they’d seen just the day before. It was the life they signed up for of course, nothing to complain about when there were plenty of good things to counter. But he could feel it.
That stare.
All day he could feel those eyes, that piercing gaze. He felt like he was going to be completely devoured by just a simple look from the eyes. It made his whole body feel warm, fuzzy. He would stumble on his words after being asked a question or almost seemed distracted during fancalls. Mingi would swallow, adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to regain focus, laughing nervously as he apologized for the stutter and loss of thought. The single time today he was bold enough to meet the gaze he swore all the air in his lungs depleted.
That knowing smirk.
Mingi stared blankly at San, who apparently had been talking to him this whole time. “Don’t you agree? I’m not crazy?”
Mingi cleared his throat, seemingly snapping out of whatever trance he was in. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head, “do you want an honest answer?”
San looked at him with big wide eyes, nodding excessively as his lips curled into a feline-like smile. Mingi ran his fingers through his own long hair, it bouncing right back into place. “I have no clue what you said.”
Wooyoung and Jongho let out a cackle, Wooyoung’s much louder than the youngers. He covered his mouth as he tried to act like he wasn’t still laughing over it. Jongho just exhaled through his nose, looking down at his blank phone that seemed so interesting all of the sudden.
San pouted as he sat back in his seat, mumbling about how everyone is so mean to him. Seonghwa came up behind his chair and gently patted his head, whispering something inaudible to the rest but seemed to perk up San. “It wasn’t anything serious anyhow.”
“Should we order drinks? We all have the day off tomorrow no?” Wooyoung’s eyes lit up with hope, really just wanting to get some soju in his hands.
“I don’t want a hangover so no.” Yunho crossed his arms, glancing down at Yeosang who had his head resting on his thigh.
“One drink wouldn’t hurt though?” Yeosang hummed, looking up at Yunho and he swore he could see stars twinkling in those brown orbs. He turned away before his cheeks started to get warm, nodding.
Everyone else seemingly agreed, Wooyoung giggling in excitement as he opened up some delivery app on his phone, citing all sorts of drinks they could have delivered. San stood up and went over to the younger, peeping at his phone to see what other things there were. He grabbed the phone from his hand, looking on it as if it were his own. Wooyoung let out a noise of disapproval, reaching out to grab it back but San’s hand captured both his wrists without looking, continuing to scroll like nothing. Jongho let out a snort, receiving an eyeroll from Wooyoung.
“I’ll call it a night then. I brought my laptop for a reason.” Hongjoong let out a grunt as he stood up, stretching his arms up above his head.
“You’re going to work? Rather than drink?” Yeosang sat up from Yunho’s lap, looking at him with a small pout on his lips. “But we’re all going to drink, it won’t be the same without you Joongie.”
“Mingi isn’t going to drink either, so I think it’s fine no? It won’t be just me gone.” Hongjoong had a sickeningly sweet smile laced across his face, making sure to keep eye contact with Yeosang. He didn’t need to look at Mingi to know his expression.
Yeosang just shrugged, shifting in his spot next to Yunho. “You guys have to join next time then.”
Hongjoong chuckled, nodding. His eyes trailed over to Mingi who was looking at him like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and lips in an almost pout. The taller immediately looked away, standing up and grabbing his water from earlier, finishing it up. A droplet slipped out, falling down his chin and jawline, dropping onto the patch of his chest shown from one too many buttons unbuttoned on his shirt. Hongjoong’s eyes trailed it, unconsciously licking his lip before flicking his eyes away.
The two gave their goodbyes, more of Hongjoong saying it and Mingi following. He was bright and bubbly, smile totally contagious as he bantered gently with Jongho and San as he walked towards the door. He carried himself so well, so positively, it felt like he was so certain of everything. Mingi always felt so small around him even if he’s taller than the older. He remembers the one time he brought it up to Yunho but he didn’t really seem to understand which had been the last time he decided to bring up whatever Hongjoong and Mingi’s dynamic was.
The second the door clicked close, Mingi could feel Hongjoong’s entire demeanor change. The Hongjoong he knew, the one who wouldn’t stop staring at him, teasing him, and smirking at him all day. It was like some sick game to him, to see how much he could make the taller feel like pure putty. Hongjoong rested his palm on the small of Mingi’s back, thumb gently rubbing against the fabric of his shirt as they walked down the hall to Hongjoong’s hotel room.
“Can’t seem to look at me today can you?” Hongjoong hummed, like the words didn’t make Mingi’s stomach churn. Mingi stayed silent, not trusting the way the lump in his throat would affect how he sounded.
“Can’t speak to me either Princess?” Hongjoong pressed his hand more into Mingi’s back, making it so he could feel the outline of his rings against him. The metal was slightly cold, the fabric of his shirt not really doing great to hide that. But it didn’t really matter, Mingi felt like his whole body was on fire, ears vibrating with his pulse.
“But you talked to everyone else just fine. The interviewers, the fans, our members. Why not me huh?” Hongjoong wasn’t looking for an answer, he already knew it really. He just liked seeing the way the other would stiffen as they walked, cheeks getting redder by each word the older spoke.
They reached the door to Hongjoong’s hotel room, sliding the room keycard through the lock. It clicked open and Hongjoong pushed open the door with ease, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the nearby dresser. He ruffled his hair with his hand, letting out a small noise as he gently stretched his body, shoulders relaxing as he did so. He turned around to now face Mingi, eyes looking at him as if he was waiting for some sort of direction. He bit back his smirk, a smile on his face as he took a few steps forward towards Mingi. He reached his hands up and cupped the other’s face, thumb gently caressing the soft skin of his cheek. It slightly bumped his glasses but it didn’t matter, they didn’t have lenses in them anyhow.
“Is there a reason why you aren’t naked and on your knees for me already?” Hongjoong cocked his head to the side, his sweet smile still plastered on his face despite the dominant words. He reached up and grabbed the fake glasses that rested on Mingi’s nose, putting them on the dresser where his jacket resided.
Mingi’s brain hadn’t caught up to his actions, struggling to take off the button up shirt he had on. He whined as he opted to pull it up over his head, tossing it onto the ground and making quick work of his jeans. He pulled them off along with his boxers, them falling to his ankles as he pressed his shoulder against the wall for support to get them off completely. He quickly got onto his knees in front of Hongjoong, immediately feeling the somewhat rough carpet beneath him which only fueled his warmth more. His cock was already half chubbed, looking down as he saw a bead of pre cum forming at the slit.
He pressed his cheek against Hongjoong’s thick thigh, mumbling against it, “‘m sorry.”
Hongjoong let out a breath of a laugh, his hand gripping onto Mingi’s chin as he forced him to look up at him, earning a whimper. “Saying sorry and not even looking at me? How can I know you mean it?”
Mingi bit his lip, eyes trying to look anywhere but Hongjoong’s but his deadlock grip made it hard for his eyes to avoid it. Once he gave up on trying to look elsewhere, he met eyes with him, thighs squeezing together at the look the older was giving him. Mingi tried to scramble something in his brain but he couldn’t, the smirk spread across Hongjoong’s face was making it hard for him to think. He let out a mumble of a sorry which only made Hongjoong grip his jaw harder.
“Why are you only loud when you want to be? Speak.” He let go of Mingi’s jaw abruptly, his own jaw clenched as he felt himself losing patience.
“‘M sorry. I should’ve gotten on my knees sooner for you. Please forgive me, Captain.” Mingi had a whine as he spoke, making sure to keep eye contact with Hongjoong even if it made his whole body feel fuzzy.
“So much better, I knew you could do it Princess.” Hongjoong gently put his hand on the side of Mingi’s face, watching as he leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. Hongjoong’s eyes drifted down to Mingi’s now leaking cock, slipping his shoe closer to it. “You look so cute like this.”
Mingi could only whimper in response, eyes fluttering open as he felt Hongjoong’s shoe now nudged against his dick. He instinctively grinded his hips down onto it, let out a breathy moan at the friction, large hands gripping onto Hongjoong’s calf. Mingi looked at the older with half lidded eyes, opening his mouth to say something but was shushed as the older shoved two fingers into his mouth. He pliantly wrapped his lips around the digits, his tongue lapping around them as his hands fell to his side. Hongjoong wasted no time, moving his fingers in and out of the wet cavern, making sure the younger could feel the metal of his rings on his tongue. He couldn’t help but hollow his cheeks, gently bobbing his head to meet with Hongjoong’s movements.
Hongjoong couldn’t help but watch, watch the way the other would moan around his fingers, how saliva started to build up enough for it to start dripping down his lip. He would purposefully move his fingers quickly, just to hear the boy suddenly gasp or choke at the rapid pace before slowing them down once again for Mingi to properly enjoy how they felt in his welcoming mouth.
The older gently jerked his foot upward, making sure to add a nice pressure on Mingi’s shaft just to then put his foot back down on the floor. Mingi moaned around his fingers, eyes shutting tight briefly at the sudden contact, the wet muscle around Hongjoong’s fingers halting. He couldn’t help but grind his hips down again, hands balling into fists against his thigh as he moaned.
Hongjoong furrowed his brow, pressing his fingers onto his tongue. “Focus.”
Mingi answered with a whine, hips still moving like they had a mind of their own while he sloppily sucked on Hongjoong’s fingers. He looked up at the older, hollowing his cheeks once again in hopes that the image of him would be what Hongjoong puts his focus on rather than how he was trying to get off on his shoe. Hongjoong wasn’t having any of it though, plunging his fingers in and out of his mouth as he pulled his foot back. But it wasn’t totally gone, lifting it up just to step down onto Mingi’s cock, the older making sure the heel of his chunky boots hit at his base, the rest of the boot ghostly laying at the bottom of Mingi’s abdomen.
Mingi let out a pitchy moan, eyes shooting open wide and immediately looking up at Hongjoong which only made it feel all the more intense. He had that smug look on his face, enjoying the way he would toy with Mingi and how easy it was.
Mingi hadn’t realized how much saliva had built up from Hongjoong’s fingers fucking into his mouth till he felt a wetness on his thigh he barely processed before Hongjoong added more pressure onto his cock, another moan leaving his mouth. The older bit his lip at how messy Mingi looked, drool totally soaking his chin and lips, dripping down from it and a few droplets landing onto his plush thigh. He pulled his fingers out, a wet, lewd pop following the thick string of saliva that connected Mingi’s bottom lip to Hongjoong’s saliva coated fingers.
“Humping my shoe? Doesn’t it hurt?” Hongjoong’s voice laced with faux sympathy, his wet finger gently messing with Mingi’s bottom lip. Mingi couldn’t respond, the pain pleasure making it hard for words to form.
“You like it don’t you? Bet you could cum from me stomping on your pathetic cock.” Hongjoong snorted, pulling his hand away from Mingi’s lip to undo his own belt buckle. His foot lifted up just a bit, Mingi whining at the loss which made the older look at him with a knowing gaze.
As he undid his belt he slowly started to apply pressure again, Mingi letting out a choked moan. His hands grabbed onto Hongjoong’s calf once more which only made him add more pressure. Mingi couldn’t help but keep his mouth agape, eyes hardly even opened as he gripped tighter onto Hongjoong’s leg. He swore his ears started to ring, not able to focus on anything around him other than the feeling of Hongjoong’s boot pushed so harshly onto his weeping cock. He could hear mumbles of something, talking, but he couldn’t hardly even make out what was being said. He let out a loud gasp as his eyes shot open, the feeling of Hongjoong’s heel no longer there.
“I said color Min.” Hongjoong looked at him, Mingi meeting his eyes with haze. He whimpered, his hands still tightly gripping onto Hongjoong’s leg. His eyes trailed down, noticing how his pants were unbuttoned and slightly pulled down, his bulge so noticeable in the cotton of his boxers.
“G..Green..” Mingi mumbled, leaning forward towards Hongjoong’s bulge like there was some magnetic force between his own mouth and his clothed cock. His hands let go of Hongjoong’s legs as he stuck out his tongue to press again the fabric. Before making contact, he let out a sharp cry, feeling Hongjoong press his heel on his cock again, feeling a few hot tears starting to fall down his face.
“You did good telling me Princess, but you know you can’t do something without asking. Have you not learned your lesson yet?” Hongjoong tilted his head to the side, looking at him with his lips slightly protruding out.
Mingi shook his head, putting his hands on his thighs which were now slightly dried with his drool. The feeling wasn’t great but his brain was too far gone to really care. Hongjoong reached to grab his chin, tilting the youngers head slightly down.
Hongjoong couldn’t stop looking at him. How pretty he looked on his knees for him. How his drool was all over his chin for him. How that hazy glaze in his eyes was for him. Hongjoong could feel his dick twitch as he got lost into the thought of how sweet and pliant Mingi is when he’s off the stage. He’s this rabid beast on stage, constantly rolling his hips, sticking out his tongue, groaning into the microphone like he doesn’t know what that does to the crowd.
Hongjoong remembers the few times he would scroll on social media, just for the hell of it. It’s not the best idea, there could be all sorts of malicious comments and hateful words that could affect him, make him want to give up. But never has he actively searched for that. He looks for Mingi.
It’s like he knows there’s a camera on him at all times, making all sorts of sexy expressions, trailing his hand down his body, swaying his hips to the beat of the music. He puts on a show for everyone to watch and can’t help but love the attention. The photos Hongjoong really likes are full body ones. Not just random ones, the ones that look like he’s painfully hard. That gets Hongjoong going.
He remembers that blue velvet suit, how they made his balls look so heavy and how slutty he acted whenever he wore it. It was cute actually, knowing that the second Hongjoong would try to tease him all of his confidence would fly out the window, whole body tense while he pushes out a smile to make it seem like he’s not thinking about other things. Hongjoong especially loves it when he knows he riled up Mingi just before a certain appearance, knows he’s hard for all to see just because of him.
“Stick out your tongue for your Captain hm?” Hongjoong tilted back up Mingi’s head, watching as he opened his mouth and followed directions, sticking out his pretty pink tongue. Hongjoong’s breath hitched at the sight, pulling his heel off of Mingi’s cock. It’s supposed to not be enjoyable but Mingi whined at the loss of contact, trying to look down but Hongjoong tightening his grip, forcing him to keep his eyes up.
Hongjoong grunted as he pulled down his boxers enough for his cock to spring out, his tip an angry red as it glistened with precum. Mingi couldn’t help but watch the way it bobbed, eyes trailing the massive vein coming up from his shaft. He let out a soft moan, struggling to stop himself from moving forward to take Hongjoong completely in his mouth.
Hongjoong wrapped a hand around himself, guiding the tip of his cock to Mingi’s inviting tongue, biting his lip as he smeared the liquid along it. “You want it so bad huh? Want me so far down your throat you can’t think, can’t breathe?”
“Y-yes please..” Mingi was able to whine out, impressed by himself for being able to speak. Quickly that thought was replaced with the heavy feeling of Hongjoong’s dick inching his way into his hot mouth, lips immediately wrapping around the girth.
Mingi moaned around the size, closing his eyes as he let Hongjoong take full control. Not that he wasn’t already. Hongjoong grabbed a fistful of Mingi’s hair and pushed his head further down on his cock, letting out a groan at how wet his mouth felt. He swore Mingi’s mouth produced amounts of saliva he didn’t even know was possible. He let out a whimper as he felt Mingi’s nose nestled at the base of it, his tip reached the back of his throat just perfectly.
Hongjoong let out a sigh, forcing the boy to stay in place. He looked down at him, letting out a moan at the sight of the tears on Mingi’s face, eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. Without warning he started to thrust into Mingi’s mouth, wet noises and a little bit of gagging heard. Hongjoong planted now both of his hands on Mingi’s hair, one hand on the back of his head and the other still gripping his hair making sure to keep the younger in the exact spot he wanted.
Mingi hollowed his cheeks, tears continuing to stream down his face. His hands found their way to Hongjoong’s ass, gripping onto the firm curve as if to ground himself and not get so lost this time. His own cock ached heavily between his legs, the pain in his knees starting to spread. He thought about the bruises they would leave, moaning at the thought which made Hongjoong’s hips stutter at the sudden vibration crawl up his spine. His grip on Mingi’s hair tightened, thrusts getting more aggressive which made any previous thoughts Mingi had completely disappeared.
“My pretty princess…” Hongjoong let out breathily, hips continuing to thrust into Mingi’s throat. Those words made Mingi’s whole body feel fuzzy, legs starting to quiver and eyes squeezing shut as his felt his cock suddenly shoot ropes of pearly white liquid. He moaned around Hongjoong’s girth, Hongjoong groaning.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked down to see the mess Mingi had made, his thighs and tummy coated with his own cum. He slowed down his thrusts till eventually coming to a halt, cock still halfway in Mingi’s mouth. Mingi’s hands were still gripping onto Hongjoong’s ass, the olders hands letting go of his head to pull them off, which was easy considering Mingi felt limp already.
“Already?” Hongjoong exhaled from his nose, gently pulling back and out of Mingi’s mouth. “Haven’t even put my hand on your cock yet.”
Mingi looked up at him with tears in his eyes, face flushed and lips swollen. He tried to speak but he hardly croaked, his mind not working enough and throat thoroughly used. He stuck out his tongue again, signaling the older to keep going.
But that wasn’t what Hongjoong had in mind.
“You think i’d cum in your mouth after how you were acting earlier? No wonder why you came already, humping my foot like a dog.” Hongjoong smirked, looking down at Mingi who didn’t even seem to have a single thought behind his eyes. He collected saliva in his mouth before spitting it into Mingi’s. “Swallow that.”
Without hesitation Mingi swallowed, plump lips still slightly agape when he was finished. Hongjoong nudged his head to where the bed was, throwing his own shirt up above his head and off to the side. Mingi attempted to get up, his knees weak and thighs still trembling a bit from his orgasm. He gathered all his strength and shuffled over to the bed, falling onto his side. He almost laid on his stomach but Hongjoong pulled him to lay on his back, not wanting to get the sheets messy with his cum.
“Tired?” Hongjoong almost whined out, tucking himself back into his boxers before laying down next to the taller. He dragged a finger across his tummy, collecting a bit of Mingi’s release and bringing it up to the others lips, watching as he stuck out his tongue to lick up the substance without even being asked. “So messy already.”
Hongjoong pulled Mingi closer to him, pressing his hand onto the back of his head much more gentle this time, Mingi laying on his side. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of the olders neck, pressing lazy kisses onto the skin as he tried to rework his own brain. Mingi wrapped his arms around Hongjoong, hands mapping out his bare back. He could feel his own cock starting to stir once again but ignored the feeling, focusing more on how Hongjoong’s body felt against his. He dipped his kisses lower, towards his collar bones. His eyes peered up at the older, silently asking for permission which the other granted with a nod, hand still on his head.
Mingi continued to press sloppy kisses along Hongjoong’s neck and collarbones, sucking on places that made Hongjoong’s fingers twitch against his head. He dipped lower, kissing a trail down till he reached to the middle of his chest. His eyes looked at Hongjoong’s nipples, the pink bud with a shiny metal bar through it. Mingi licked his lips at the sight.
“Wanna suck your pretty tits. Please Captain..” Mingi pressed his tongue against the middle of his chest, whining against it as he looked up at Hongjoong with pleading eyes.
Hongjoong groaned at the ask, hands slightly gripping his hair. “You like my piercings so much, so cute. Go ahead Princess.”
Mingi wasted no time, immediately latching his mouth onto one of Hongjoong’s nipples while his hand rolled the other. He could feel the bar through his nipple, whining at the pressure of it against his tongue. He sucked on his nipple like he was starved, moans and whines escaping from his mouth as he did so.
Hongjoong bit his lip to hold back a whimper or two. His piercings weren’t too new, but still new enough considering it hadn’t even been two months yet. It didn’t hurt, but it felt a lot different than what it did before they were pierced. He swore his nipples got more sensitive, but he would never let Mingi know that. He let out a moan when he felt the younger bite down on his nipple, gripping his hair tightly which only made Mingi whine around it.
“Fuck..” Hongjoong let out a whimper, feeling his cheeks starting to heat up as he felt that nipple starting to get overly sensitive. He pulled Mingi off and guided him to the other one, smacking his hand when he tried to roll the now swollen nub between his fingers.
Hongjoong used his free hand to smack Mingi’s ass, making him jolt forward at the sudden contact, his whole body shifting to face more towards Hongjoong rather than on his side. He gripped the firm flesh just to smack it once again, Mingi moaning around his nipple, tongue fighting to keep the contact on it. He bit down on the pink bud, Hongjoong gasping and throwing his head back, eyes shutting for a moment to try and process the pleasure coursing through his body.
“Are you biting me because you want me to fuck you? I feel you leaking against my pants.” He squeezed Mingi’s ass once again, Mingi pulling off of his nipple reluctantly. Of course he wants to be fucked, why else would he be here?
Mingi nodded, “Captain please..? Want you inside me so bad..” His hips had mind of their own, rutting against Hongjoong’s thigh, continuing to dampen the fabric of his pants.
Hongjoong bit his lip, pulling away from Mingi so he could take off his pants. He kicked them off, falling off the bed and onto the floor. He put both of his hands on Mingi’s ass this time, pulling Mingi closer in as they both laid on their sides now, now chest to chest as he connected their lips together.
Mingi melted into the kiss, hands gripping onto Hongjoong’s waist. Hongjoong wasted no time, diving his tongue into Mingi’s mouth and exploring like he owned the place. He did, he did own Mingi. The younger couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, feeling the way his hands dug into his skin, the metal of his rings pressing in firmly. He helplessly rolled his hips against Hongjoong, both moaning in response. Hongjoong smacked his ass once again, Mingi yelping, feeling Hongjoong take total dominance of his mouth.
Hongjoong used his hands to spread Mingi’s cheeks, a finger trailing down to his rim which made Mingi moan desperately into his mouth. Hongjoong pulled away from the kiss, Mingi desperately following and connecting their lips once again. Hongjoong chuckled against his, pulling back and looking at Mingi, mumbling about how cute he is.
The older hummed as he pulled his hands off of him entirely, bringing his hand to his mouth and spitting on it, making sure to keep eye contact with the other. Mingi whined at the sight, gasping when he suddenly felt the push of Hongjoong’s finger inside of him. Mingi didn’t know what to do, whether to hump his hips into the air to get some sort of friction on his cock or to press back onto Hongjoong’s finger. He moaned as he felt Hongjoong starting to move his finger in and out, legs squeezing together.
Hongjoong scrunched his nose, their position no longer ideal. He gave Mingi a quick peck on the lips before pulling his finger out of him, flipping him to lay on his stomach not caring much for a mess on the bed anymore. He grabbed the boy by his hips, making him perk up his ass into the air and spread his legs apart. He sat in between them on his knees, the mattress surprisingly soft enough. He smirked, reaching between Mingi’s legs and stroking his cock. Mingi buried his face into the pillows, muffling his moans as he felt Hongjoong’s hand teasingly on him.
Mingi felt a sudden wetness on his hole before he felt Hongjoong press a finger into him once again, all the way to the second knuckle. He thrusted it in and out of his hole, not caring if the other hadn’t adjust to the size just yet. Mingi rolled his hips back to meet with the small rhythm Hongjoong’s finger had created, moans slipping out of his mouth every now and then. His mouth hung open against the pillow, creating a wet spot the more it stayed open.
Hongjoong squeezed Mingi’s shaft before letting go of his cock, adding another finger in simultaneously. “You’re doing so good for me Princess. Feel good?” Mingi couldn’t respond with words, nodding his head into the pillow in hopes that was a good enough response.
Hongjoong bit his lip as he started to become more and more aware of how heavy his cock was starting to feel. He used his free hand to pull off his boxers, still fucking his fingers into Mingi. His fingers started to spread him open, scissoring them inside which made Mingi freeze, dipping his head impossibly deeper into the pillow as he let out a deep moan. He kept trying to squeeze his legs together but couldn’t with Hongjoong being there, back arching due to it.
Eventually, feeling satisfied with the stretch of Mingi, Hongjoong pulled his fingers out and immediately gripped onto his waist once again. He pulled him back, making sure to nestle his cock inbetween his cheeks which made Mingi shudder.
Leaning forward, he pressed his front onto Mingi’s back, Mingi flinching when he felt the cool metal of his piercings against his skin. Hongjoong kissed on his shoulder, sucking a few marks on it as he reached down to line himself up with Mingi’s waiting heat. He nudged just the tip inside to tease, sinking his teeth into his skin at the same time and let out a breathy laugh as he watched the way Mingi arched his back, ears full of his moans.
“It’s just the tip Princess. You act like you haven’t taken my cock before.” Hongjoong smirked against Mingi’s now marked up shoulder. Their makeup artists hate when he comes in with noticeable hickeys on his body and neck, always scolding him for not telling his partner to stop. But who is he to even try to tell Hongjoong no.
Hongjoong at first started to sink in slowly, inch by inch into Mingi’s hole which felt like torcher. Mingi could feel the way his cock stretched his walls so nicely and he couldn’t help but let out pathetic moans, the side of his face now pressed against the wet spot on the pillow. His bottom lip glistened with saliva, unable to keep his mouth shut and noises flowing out nonstop.
“Color?” Hongjoong asked, his voice almost sweet.
“Green.. God please Captain.. Please—“
Hongjoong snapped his hips forward, making Mingi take him fully in one quick move.
Mingi let out a broken sob and swore his vision went white, fisting the sheets as his hips stuttered and hole fluttered tightly around Hongjoong’s cock as he came once again. It fell all onto the sheets and though it wasn’t as much as the first time, it felt just as intense, Mingi’s entire body now feeling like it was warm and tingly. He let out choked cries, feeling tears starting to well in his eyes again as Hongjoong started to thrust into him at a relentless pace. He would pull all the way out, leaving just the tip in before slamming back in, giving Mingi no time to even try to process his orgasm. Even with the tight squeeze of Mingi’s hole, Hongjoong’s hips crashing into Mingi’s ass like it was nothing, the sound of skin smacking and Mingi’s sobs filling the hotel room.
Hongjoong pulled his body back up, pressing a hand against Mingi’s abdomen to bring him up with him as his hips continued their relentless pace of pounding into him. Mingi couldn’t stop the tears running down his face, drool starting to fall from his lips as he babbled out incoherent words. His vision was blurred from the water in his eyes and the only thing on his mind was how good Hongjoong fucks him.
Hongjoong smacked the plump flesh of Mingi’s ass, grunting at the sudden jolt back from the younger. He sloppily slid his tongue across his neck and up to his jaw, a salty tear catching onto it. He moaned at the taste, hips slightly stuttering from being caught off guard by it. Next time he’s making sure to make Mingi face him, his tears are always so pretty when they stream down his red face.
“What’s my name Princess? Say it. Who fucks you good like this? Makes you cry and drool all over yourself huh?” Hongjoong’s words directly went into Mingi’s ear, only making his sensitive state go that much further.
Mingi squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to get his mouth to move, to speak our words that actually made sense. “Y..You do..!”
Hongjoong groaned, the hand on Mingi’s chest trailing to his nipple and pinching it harshly, his other hand having a bruising grip on his hip. He nibbled on his ear, words echoing through it, “not my fucking name Princess.”
Mingi cried out as he felt Hongjoong slam deep into him, his thrusts now hitting at his prostate each time he fucked inside of him. His tongue stuck out a bit as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips trying to meet with his thrusts but sloppily bouncing back, the skin to skin contact still so loud and lewd.
Mingi felt like the room was spinning, his brain unable to wrap around the fact of how deep Hongjoong’s cock was inside of him. He doesn’t know how the older does it. He swears he fucks him better each time they go at it, Mingi’s mind getting foggier and foggier every time Hongjoong would hit at his prostate in different ways. He could feel a certain pit in his stomach starting to grow, whining out at the feeling. He always acts like cumming more than once isn’t something he always wants but the reality of it is he wishes Hongjoong would fuck him so hard he would be milked dry for days.
“H..Hongjoong..! Captain..! Mmh please..! I can’t..!” Mingi finally let out, Hongjoong whimpering at the words. He took his hand off of his chest, causing Mingi to fall face forward onto the bed as his hand returned to his hips. He positioned Mingi’s ass further up, his thrusts starting to get sloppy when he started to feel the familiar knot in his stomach grow.
He snaked his hand around to Mingi’s front, his hand rubbing against his overly sensitive tip to get Mingi to his edge faster. Their moans intertwined in the air, Mingi babbling while Hongjoong couldn’t stop saying how good he felt inside Mingi, how tight he was, and how gorgeous he looked with his ass perked up so nicely.
Before they both knew it, they came. Hongjoong thrusted deep into Mingi as his seed shot into him, biting down on his lip with sounds of his moan escaping. Mingi could hardly even let out any more cum, just a little bit dribbling down his cock now despite the loud cry he let out. Hongjoong slowed down his pace to ride out his orgasm, eventually halting to a stop. Hongjoong kind of just stayed in his spot, rather than pulling out like he normally would. Biting his lip, he flipped Mingi to be on his back, both letting out noises considering Hongjoong was still inside. He leaned down and peppered kisses all over Mingi’s face, not caring about the tears or drool he may kiss over.
“You take me so well Mingi, you did so good for me.” Hongjoong’s voice was a lot softer than it was a second ago, hands idly roaming Mingi’s body without much intention, feeling the way the others entire body trembled.
Mingi just let out a sigh, too drained to try and even think of a sentence to muster up. He could feel Hongjoong’s cum starting to leak out of him, making a chill run down his spine at the thought of what it looked like. With what bit of strength he had he wrapped his arms around Hongjoong and pulled him down to be flush against his chest, a whine escaping from his mouth at the contact on his still sensitive body. He lazily connected their lips, the drool still on his lips making the slide a lot easier and a bit sloppier.
Hongjoong let out a chuckle into the kiss, pulling back to look at the way Mingi looked, his tear stained face paired with his pink cheeks and disheveled hair made him look so pretty. “Feel okay?”
Mingi nodded, eyes still a bit glazed over, “didn’t like how I acted today? Was that why you stared?”
Hongjoong bit his lip, feeling his dick twitch at his words. “A bit, yeah. Too close to Yunho for my liking.”
Mingi let out a giggle, feeling a bit of his energy coming back from the light banter. “Well he is my best friend. And he’s totally fucking Yeosang.” He decided to comment against the twitch he felt inside of him.
“Doesn’t matter. I didn’t like it and I didn’t like how the managers endorsed it so much today.” Hongjoong shrugged, despite his highly pouty manner. “Shouldn’t they try to make us seem closer? We rap together and even make lyrics together, isn’t that good?”
Mingi rolled his eyes at Hongjoong’s clear possessiveness. “Who cares?”
“I care. I fuck you good, they should start making it obvious. Did you know everyone thinks you and Yunho are dating?” Hongjoong rolled his hips, a whine slipping past Mingi’s lips as he was reminded about how Hongjoong’s cock was still buried inside him. He swore he could feel him getting harder by the second too. He felt something pushing against his lower belly, a bit uncomfortable even but he didn’t feel like addressing it, even as it built while they talked.
“And.. And who’s everyone? Management? Our members?” Mingi looked up at Hongjoong whose eyebrows were furrowed as if he was starting to get upset.
“Management maybe, but I’m talking about the fans.” Hongjoong clenched his jaw, frustrated Mingi wasn’t seeing his point. “You’re mine and they don’t understand that. Can’t even think it.”
“Does it matter that much?” Mingi said it so casually, like it didn’t bother him how people would prefer it if he was with someone other than Hongjoong.
Hongjoong sat up, now inbetween the others legs once again. He lifted Mingi’s legs up so his knees were facing up, spreading his legs as he rolled his hips. “Yes, it does.”
Mingi let out a long whine, his body hardly even able to handle anymore. “No no.. Joongie just—“
“Give me a color Princess.”
Mingi swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing as he made eye contact with Hongjoong. He could see a vein poking out from his forehead. He didn’t mean to be so careless with his words, to make the older upset over it. He couldn’t lie, it made his stomach do a turn as he stared down at him with dark iris’ awaiting his answer.
“..green. But—“
Mingi let out a loud moan, back arching off the bed immediately as he felt Hongjoong thrust into him. It wasn’t as focused as it was earlier, his moves much more sloppy and less meaningful, not even caring to try and hit his prostate. The slide was too easy, Hongjoong having to reposition his cock back inside Mingi’s hole from how wet and gaping it had been from earlier. The room was filled with lewd wet noises and skin slapping, Mingi hardly able to even let out noises from the overstimulation.
A sudden loud ringtone started playing, snapping Hongjoong out of his haze for a moment as he glanced over where the tone was heard. His phone must have fell out of his pocket when he took of his pants, somehow on the edge of the bed. Without really thinking he grabbed it and answered, hips slowing down when the dial connected.
Hongjoong cleared his throat, a firm hand pressing against Mingi’s stomach as he started to thrust more shallowly into him, “Hello?”
The older furrowed his brows as the call continued, mumbles of what the person was saying hardly audible to Mingi. He bit down hard on his lips to not make much noise but he really couldn’t help it, whines slipping past frequently as Hongjoong continued the call.
“No it’s not finished. I said— fuck. I said i’d finish it by tomorrow night.” Hongjoong grunted, his tone decently even. He looked down at Mingi who was looking at him with wide eyes. He smirked, sloppily picking up the pace for a moment before returning back to his shallow thrusts again. Mingi gave up on trying to be quiet, letting out a loud cry as he felt the sudden switch up in pace.
“Hm? Yeah I’m a bit busy right now.. Right. Yeah call me tomorrow.” Hongjoong rolled his eyes once the call cut, tossing his phone to the side and gripping tightly onto Mingi’s thighs, continuing his sloppy pace he set in the beginning. “Can’t be quiet huh?”
Mingi let out a broken sob, feeling the pressure in his stomach starting to feel like too much. He closed his eyes to try and not focus on it but then they shot open when he felt Hongjoong push deep inside of him all of a sudden.
“You think.. Someone can fuck you like me? No one can.. No one is like me Princess.” Hongjoong had a whimper to his voice, trying to keep desperation out but it was hard considering how good it felt to be inside Mingi.
“Captain..! S..Stop.. Just— Hold.. Hold on..!” Mingi finally felt the pressure wanting to burst in his lower abdomen, letting out a choked sob as he tried to reach his hand to push Hongjoong off but the older just grabbed his wrist, continuing his sloppy movements.
“Acting like you aren’t mine. You are. You know you’re.. Mine.” Hongjoong bit his lip, feeling the way Mingi’s hole started to tighten around him. His eyes shut for a moment before shooting open when he heard a noise from Mingi he didn’t even know he could make, looking down at the sudden mess that wouldn’t stop coming.
Mingi cried out, repeating the same words over and over again as his cock wouldn’t stop the stream of piss coming out. His thighs shook like crazy, tears coming down his face for the nth time that night. He felt like his whole body was spasming and it only worsened when he felt Hongjoong’s sudden load fucked deep into him once again. Even after Hongjoong had totally emptied out inside of Mingi, his cock was leaking like a fountain. Hongjoong couldn’t help but watch with fascinated eyes, feeling complete satisfaction in his lower belly.
Mingi’s chest was heaving once he was finally done peeing all over. He couldn’t even look Hongjoong in the eyes, his brain total mush at the final push of his overstimulation. Hongjoong gently pulled out, muttering words Mingi could hardly even understand.
Mingi closed his eyes for what felt like a second, suddenly lying in bed with a robe on, his whole body feeling like it was deep cleaned and he was reborn. Confused, he sat up a bit too quickly, his whole body suddenly feeling like fire as he was reminded of everything, a whimper leaving his mouth.
Hongjoong had settled on the couch of the hotel, laptop open on the coffee table in front of him as he was assessing some of his work. His head shot up when he heard the noise, immediately standing up and going over to Mingi.
He looked at him with wide eyes, nothing but concern in them, “why are you trying to sit up? Lay down, you’ll feel better.”
“When did I even.. Fall asleep..? And i’m all clean too but I don’t even remember taking a shower..” Mingi mumbled, leaning into Hongjoong’s chest as he felt his arms wrap around him.
“So maybe I got carried away.. Who knows!” Hongjoong pressed a kiss onto the top of Mingi’s head as if to try and divert the conversation. “Just rest, tomorrow is our off day so sleep in.”
Mingi looked down at the sheets, them being completely new and fresh. “Didn’t I.. I literally came, drooled, and pissed in these sheets how did—“
Hongjoong shut him up by pressing a kiss onto his lips which Mingi easily melted into. His eyes fluttered shut as he let the older guide his lips, the kiss soft and tender. Mingi giggled into the kiss, any concern of what happened washing away as he felt the softness of Hongjoong’s lips against his.
Hongjoong pulled away for a moment to speak, “I love you, you know that right?”
Mingi rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “of course I do, i’m not that stupid. I love you too.”