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It’s Wonwoo’s last night before he leaves for the required training for his mandatory military service and the air is heavy. He’s sat next to Mingyu on their couch, thighs pressed together. They’ve gotten physically closer and closer these past few months, ever since Wonwoo’s enlistment date was decided. Perhaps it was before then, but he’s not sure he’s ready to admit that to himself just yet.
A nothing movie plays, but Wonwoo isn’t truly watching and he knows Mingyu isn’t either. In his peripheral he can see Mingyu chewing his bottom lip, intermittently parting his mouth as if to say something before closing it, then starting the process over again. It’s driving Wonwoo crazy.
“Mingyu,” Wonwoo starts, “I can practically hear you thinking”.
Mingyu jumps as if he’s forgotten Wonwoo is sitting right next to him, then slowly turns his head to look at Wonwoo. “I-I’m sorry. Maybe we should call it a night? You’ve got a big day tomorrow…” Mingyu trails off.
“Okay” he says slowly, “But not before you tell me what’s clearly on your mind.”
A guilty look flashes across the younger man’s face before it quickly changes to one of unmistakable determination. Wonwoo waits with bated breath, not daring to hope for something that’s lingered in his heart for so long. The desperate need for more that he tries (and fails) to push down every time he looks at the beautiful man in front of him.
He doesn’t have time to linger on that train of thought because Mingyu’s lips are suddenly crashing into his own. It’s chaste, but it stokes the fire that was slowly building in his chest regardless. Wonwoo quickly recovers from the initial shock and begins to part his lips, intent on finally getting a taste of Mingyu, but the other man pulls away with a gasp.
“I can’t believe I just did that. I-” Mingyu starts, but Wonwoo isn’t about to let this opportunity slip away from him. Not after he’s been dreaming of this for years. Wonwoo reaches around Mingyu and pulls him back in by the back of his neck.
This time their mouths come together gently, but not without fervor. Wonwoo easily coaxes Mingyu’s lips apart to slide their tongues together. Wonwoo lets out a deep moan at the feeling, but Mingyu makes a sound that could only be described as a whimper.
Wonwoo nearly blacks out, his body moving both him and Mingyu on its own accord.
They're in the hallway, Wonwoo pressed against the wall and Mingyu on his knees, mouth wrapped tightly around Wonwoo’s cock. He can’t remember how they got here and he’s too enraptured by the sight of the younger man sucking him so beautifully he can’t be bothered to care.
“Fuck Mingyu, you’re so good. So good” Wonwoo groans, slotting his leg between Mingyu’s to give him something to grind against.
Mingyu happily hums around Wonwoo's length at the praise, sending shivers up his spine.
A desperate, pleading sound escapes from Mingyu, and the sight Wonwoo is met with when he looks back down pulls a choked moan straight from his chest. The younger man peers up at him, round puppy eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears. There’s something in his gaze, a question. No, a request.
Barely a second passes before Wonwoo realizes exactly what he's asking for. Of course he does, he knows Mingyu like the back of his hand. Wonwoo cups Mingyu’s cheek, a gentle gesture considering the situation.
“You want me to fuck your mouth?”
Mingyu moans unabashedly and gives him a small nod of encouragement. It’s all he can manage with his mouth full of Wonwoo.
Wonwoo pulls back, dragging his cock from Mingyu’s lips. They’re red and slick with spit and precum. He pushes back in slowly, one hand braced on Mingyu’s shoulder to keep them both steady, the other grabs a fistful of Mingyu’s hair from the back of his head. With their eyes locked, Wonwoo pulls out again and falls into a smooth rhythm. In and out.
Mingyu lets out a growl of frustration and suddenly a hand is gripping the back of Wonwoo’s thigh, encouraging him to move faster, harder. And well, when has Wonwoo ever been able to deny Mingyu anything?
Wonwoo has most of Mingyu’s expressions cataloged, but he has never seen this one. At least not directed towards him. A look that can only be described as hungry. It’s too much to bear. Wonwoo has to tilt his head up, his eyes squeezing together.
He begins to thrust in earnest, causing Mingyu to gag. He doesn’t let Wonwoo pause however, using the hand still gripping his thigh to keep him from pulling back too far. Mingyu recovers quickly, undeterred. Wonwoo can feel the head of his cock against his soft palate, hitting the back of Mingyu’s throat with every thrust.
Like an overgrown puppy, Mingyu ruts against Wonwoo’s outstretched leg. He can feel the wet spot on the front of Mingyu’s joggers slide along the base of his shin. He can’t believe his luck. Mingyu is practically dripping, all for him.
All too soon, Wonwoo begins to feel the familiar hot coil of heat in his stomach. He’s close, too close, he isn’t ready for this to end. He manages a few more hard thrusts before he’s pulling on Mingyu’s hair in warning. Wonwoo looks back down and is met with a sight he never dared to let himself imagine. Mingyu’s eyes are closed, tears are streaming freely down Mingyu’s cheeks and down his neck. He looks utterly debauched.
Wonwoo can't help but think that Mingyu looks so pretty when he cries. Dark eyelashes rest on the tops of his cheeks, clumped together by salty tears. It is Wonwoo’s undoing.
Wonwoo comes with a shout, his hand on Mingyu’s shoulder barely prevents him from doubling over. His hot release shoots down Mingyu’s throat and Mingyu swallows and doubles his efforts, milking Wonwoo for every last drop.
Only when Wonwoo begins to shake from overstimulation does Mingyu pull off of him.
He lets out a strangled breath and tucks himself back into his pants. Wonwoo looks into Mingyu’s eyes, still glossy from the tears, “Let me take care of you.”
Mingyu looks away from him, his face is flushed from exertion but Wonwoo does not miss the tips of his ears turning red.
Now he gets shy? Cute.
In a display of strength that surprises them both, Wonwoo picks Mingyu up and starts for one of their rooms. “Yours or mine?”
“Wonwoo hyung’s,” Mingyu whines.
Wonwoo grips Mingyu’s thighs, his nails leaving moon shaped crescents in their wake. His chest tightens thinking of the marks they’ll both have when they’re through. Wonwoo vows to himself to leave more. Proof that they were together. Physical evidence to prove that Mingyu belongs to Wonwoo.
The same train of thought must be running through Mingyu’s mind, if the way he’s sucking and biting Wonwoo’s neck is anything to go by.
They reach Wonwoo’s room and he deposits Mingyu on the bed with more force than intended. But who could blame him for being a little overeager when the object of all his late night fantasies is splayed out on his bed, flushed and panting?
Mingyu flings his shirt off as if it has personally offended him. Wonwoo fails to suppress his moan when Mingyu hastily pulls down his sweats, allowing his flushed cock to spring up against his stomach.
Wonwoo crawls from the foot of the bed to hover over Mingyu. He pauses for a moment to admire the man in front of him. The tears he shed only minutes ago have since dried, leaving faint tracks down his cheeks, though his eyes remain glassy. He looks thoroughly fucked out, and Wonwoo hasn’t even touched him yet.
“Turn over for me” Wonwoo instructs, patting the outside of Mingyu’s thigh. Mingyu all but flings himself to his front. Wonwoo’s grin turns feral, “Good boy.” Mingyu moans in response.
As soon as Mingyu settles on his stomach Wonwoo grabs his hips and pulls him back and up. Wonwoo spreads Mingyu apart, exposing his hole to the cool air of his bedroom. Mingyu’s entire body visibly shivers.
Taking a moment to collect saliva under his tongue, Wonwoo spits directly onto Mingyu’s hole and begins to devour him like a starved man. Mingyu cries out, hips involuntarily thrusting back. Next time, if he’s lucky enough to get a next time, Wonwoo will eat him slowly and methodically. Tonight he is entirely too eager to even consider it.
Wonwoo pulls away just long enough to lean over Mingyu and reach into the top drawer of his nightstand. He returns to his place behind Mingyu, popping open the cap of a half empty bottle lube as he goes. Wonwoo puts his mouth back on Mingyu, fucking his hole open with his tongue. He coats his first finger and gently presses it into the first knuckle, joining his tongue in Mingyu’s warm heat.
Slowly fucking his finger into Mingyu, Wonwoo revels in the feeling of his walls clenching around him.
Mingyu lets out a drawn out moan as Wonwoo’s second finger joins his first to start truly working Mingyu open. He’s a touch impatient, but not enough to risk hurting Mingyu. He scissors his fingers, stretching Mingyu as gently as his excitement will allow. Wonwoo knows he’s found Mingyu’s prostate when he jolts forward as if to pull away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Wonwoo all but growls. Mingyu whines in response, “N-nowhere hyung”.
To keep him in place, Wonwoo reaches his other arm around the front of Mingyu’s thighs as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of Mingyu’s hole, eventually adding a third.
Before Wonwoo can even consider adding a fourth, Mingyu comes with a whimper and Wonwoo can hardly believe it. Mingyu came from his fingers, untouched.
Mingyu begins to collapse onto the mattress, but Wonwoo catches him before he falls into the mess he made on his sheets. He can feel Mingyu’s labored breaths as he holds him by his stomach. Wonwoo’s eyes widen in awe as Mingyu’s hole pulses when he removes his fingers. Wonwoo pictures Mingyu gripping his cock with that same intensity, and he’s certain he’s never craved anything more in his life.
Wonwoo flips Mingyu over onto his back and levels him with a heavy stare. “Puppy, you can come for me again, can’t you?” He needs to his face this time.
Mingyu lets out a wet cry and nods his head with fervor.
“Use your words, baby.” Wonwoo chides gently.
“I-I think I can. For you.”
Wonwoo grips Mingyu by his chin, holding his head still, “You can what?”
Round brown eyes bore into his as Mingyu lets out a shaky breath, “I can come for you again, Wonwoo hyung.”
The corner of Wonwoo’s mouth ticks up and he pauses to take in Mingyu’s disheveled state. Dried tear tracks stain his cheeks, his chest rising and falling with deep, shuddering breaths, and his hole is still shiny with lube and Wonwoo’s saliva. “You’ve never looked so beautiful,” he muses as he slowly presses into Mingyu.
Everything after that feels like a distorted dream Wonwoo’s had but never gets to keep when he wakes. The walls echo with Mingyu’s desperate whines and the wet sounds of Wonwoo’s hips smacking against him.
“Wonwoo hyung, please. Please”, Mingyu begs. Wonwoo can’t help the salacious grin that spreads across his face. He gently rocks his hips and leans down, lips ghosting the shell of Mingyu’s ear. In a low voice he asks, “Do you even know what you’re begging for?”
The ramblings that tumble from Mingyu’s lips are unintelligible. Wonwoo has his answer. It’s no matter, because Wonwoo plans to give him everything. He throws one of Mingyu’s legs over his shoulder and his hips begin to thrust deeper, harder.
Mingyu lets a punched out moan that Wonwoo steals with a sloppy kiss, their tongues sliding together and spit spilling out down the sides of Mingyu’s mouth.
Like a man possessed, Wonwoo slams into Mingyu and pulls away to watch as his cock stretches the younger man’s hole. Wonwoo is transfixed by the sight.
“My beautiful boy. If only you could see how you look right now, split open by my cock,” Wonwoo groans out. “You were meant for this, meant for me”.
If Mingyu was shocked by the confession, Wonwoo wouldn’t know. Mingyu’s eyes are glazed over and he’s moaning Wonwoo’s name like it’s the only word he knows.
He’s perfect.
Wonwoo feels Mingyu begin to tighten around his length, a clear sign of his impending release. “Hold on for me pup, I’m close too” he instructs. Mingyu responds with a wet whine and a shaky nod.
It only takes Wonwoo a few more thrusts for Mingyu’s legs to begin to shake, blunt nails clawing at shoulders, before he spilling across his stomach and chest. The moan he lets out when he comes pushes Wonwoo over the edge. His cock pulses inside Mingyu as he fills him to the brim. Wonwoo watches in awe as his release leaks out around Mingyu’s puffy rim.
Wonwoo gingerly pulls out, both men softly hissing at the sensation. Wonwoo presses a feather light kiss to Mingyu’s forehead before getting up. “I’ll be right back,” he whispers.
He pads his way to his bathroom on shaky legs and returns quickly with a warm, wet cloth to clean Mingyu up. Wonwoo’s loath to admit it, but a small part of him wants to leave Mingyu like this. His hole stuffed full of Wonwoo’s come and his torso covered in his own release. It’s dirty. It’s a dream come true.
Mingyu’s heavy, yet soft, breaths fill the otherwise quiet room as he slowly comes back to himself. Wonwoo takes in the state of his bed, sheets damp with sweat and come. “Let's move somewhere dry,” he says gently, a small smirk playing on his lips. The younger man responds with an affirmative hum.
Grabbing Mingyu’s hand, Wonwoo helps him up and out of the bed to lead Mingyu into his own room.
When they reach his room, he turns to look at Wonwoo with barely poorly disguised panic in his eyes, “Don’t… don’t go” pleads, gripping Wonwoo’s hand like a lifeline.
Wonwoo finds him hopelessly endearing. He doesn't know where else he would go.
He tells Mingyu this and his eyes narrow in silent accusation. Wonwoo barely succeeds in suppressing his laughter. He’ll only be staying in the barracks for a few weeks, but clearly the subject is still sore.
It takes some gentle coaxing, but soon they're both settled in Mingyu’s bed. His strong arms wrap around Wonwoo as if he's scared he’ll slip away into the night.
Wonwoo’s eyes flutter, heavy with exhaustion and more than ready to embrace the pull of sleep. Before he can fully succumb, he hears a poorly stifled laugh from the man currently curled against his side.
“I can't believe you like seeing me cry that much, Wonwoo hyung. I never took you for such a pervert.”
He pinches Mingyu’s side, sending him into a fit of giggles. Wonwoo closes his eyes as the corners of his lips lift up into a soft smile, content in letting Mingyu soft laughter lull him into a deep sleep.