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“Look at how pretty you look, Mingi-ah.” Yunho’s hands gripped the other boy’s face, forcing him to look up and into the mirror. Mingi tried to turn his head, but Yunho’s fingers tightened ever so slightly against his jaw. A soft warning against not listening.
His hips stuttered against the cold marble of the bathroom sink. As Mingi’s eyes met his own, he sucked in a breath. He looked debauched, lips swollen, face flushed, and his eyes half lidded.
Yunho’s other hand gripped Mingi’s hip tightly as he leaned in again. His lips on the shell of Mingi’s ear, “Say it.”
“W-What?” Mingi looked into Yunho’s eyes in the mirror, but was only met with a soft smirk.
“Say you’re pretty.”
Before Mingi could respond, the slow roll of Yunho’s hips made him choke. Mingi bit onto his lower lip to keep any noise from escaping. Electricity shot down his spine as Yunho nipped at the
“Yunho,” Mingi’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. He paused and looked back towards Yunho in the mirror, “I’m pretty…”
Yunho smirked, “Good boy.” He rewarded him by slipping his fingers into Mingi’s parted lips. Mingi quickly wrapped his lips around Yunho’s fingers and groaned as he let the fingers thrust into his mouth.
Yunho couldn’t take his eyes off of Mingi. The other’s eyes were closed as he allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of Yunho’s fingers in his mouth. The flush on Mingi’s face beautifully pink, contrasting his white hair.
Mingi attempted to speak against Yunho’s fingers, but the other smirked, removing his fingers. He slowly reached under Mingi’s shirt. Damp fingers dancing up his side before twisting his nipple, “What were you saying, baby?”
“Stop— Stop teasing,” Mingi whimpered as he fell onto his elbows.
Yunho pulled back slightly, his clothed cock straining against his jeans. He grabbed Mingi, turned him around abruptly, and slotted their hips together. Yunho groaned at the pressure and pulled the other into a messy kiss. Yunho licked at Mingi’s lower lip, sinking his teeth into the flesh. Mingi gasped softly, allowing Yunho’s tongue to glide across his own.
Mingi didn’t know where to put his hands, white-knuckled as he gripped the bathroom sink. Then he touched Yunho. And as if the dam walls cracked, he couldn’t stop. Mingi allowed his hands to dance across the other’s broad chest and shoulders. Tangle into the other’s hair at the base of his neck.
The kiss was carnal, teeth and tongue and spit. It made Mingi’s head spin with desire as he pulled away to lick and bite at Yunho’s neck.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Mingi whispered against Yunho’s skin. Making no move to back away.
“Doesn’t that make it more fun?” Yunho chuckled as he slowly lowered to his knees in front of Mingi.
“Holy shit,” Mingi whispered as he stared at his best friend, who was on his knees for him. Yunho looked up through his lashes as his large hands squeezed onto Mingi’s thighs, causing the other to buckle.
Yunho’s eyes didn’t leave Mingi’s as he slowly undid the other’s belt. His fingers worked slowly, and he pulled the belt from the loops, letting it clatter to the bathroom floor. His hands danced along the button of Mingi’s slacks, popping the button slowly before leaning forward and taking the zipper between his teeth.
Mingi gasped and bit his lip again as his eyes bored into Yunho's, watching his best friend slowly pull the zipper down.
“The others—“
Mingi started as Yunho’s fingers slowly made their way to hook onto his pants to pull them down slowly, “Don’t be so shy now. C’mon Mingi-ah. We used to do this all the time.”
One of Mingi’s hands left the marble sink and covered his mouth as he trembled, “We aren’t in high school anymore.”
“I know, don’t you miss my mouth?” Yunho laughed softly as he reached up and pulled Mingi’s hand away from his face. Then, with a devious smirk, he grabbed the bottom of Mingi’s shirt and pulled it up towards his face. “Bite down on this.”
And Mingi complied. Mingi always complied, especially when it was Yunho asking. He took the fabric between his teeth and bit down. His hand found purchase on the sink again as he slightly parted his legs. Yunho nuzzled his cheek against Mingi’s thighs, causing the other to whimper.
Yunho cupped Mingi’s length through the boxers and licked at the small, damp patch that graced the material. Mingi’s eyes fell shut as he moaned around his shirt.
“You’re pretty hard for someone who thinks we shouldn’t be doing this,” Yunho teased, slowly pulling the boxers down. Mingi’s length sprang free, slapping against his stomach. The tip red and crying to be touched, precum glistening in the dimmed light of the bathroom.
Yunho allowed his fingers to tease the other. Collecting the wetness in his fingers before slowly putting them in his mouth as he stared up at the other. “I’m gonna treat you so good, baby.”
Mingi whined as Yunho took his length into his mouth. His hot tongue swirled around his tip, taking him down his throat slowly before pulling back off with a pop. Yunho took his hand and slowly pumped Mingi’s length, his lips already slightly swollen. As he flicked his wrist, he could feel the other tremble. He leaned back in and kissed Mingi’s tip before taking him into his mouth once more, letting his hands trail up Mingi’s abdomen before he scratched back down. He could feel the muscles in Mingi’s stomach tense and flex.
Yunho took him further down his throat and breathed slowly before he felt it. Mingi slowly rocked his hips, attempting to gain more friction. Yunho grabbed Mingi’s hips and pressed him harshly against the sink, and pulled away.
“Did I say you could fuck my mouth?” Yunho’s voice dropped dangerously as he looked up at Mingi.
Mingi’s eyes widened, and he shook his head, “M’sorry. M’so sorry, hyung.”
Yunho’s cock twitched in interest. “Oh, now I’m the hyung?”
Mingi whined, shirt damp from the drool collecting in his mouth. “Hyung, please. Do something, please.”
Yunho chuckled and pressed a teasing kiss to the tip of Mingi’s length. “Aw, are you gonna cry?”
“No.” Mingi whined as his abdomen clenched, “Yunho, don’t be mean.”
Yunho’s thumbs rubbed soothing circles on his hips. “I don’t know, baby, I think I’m being pretty nice.”
“You know what I mean,” Mingi whined as he rolled his head to one side, never breaking eye contact with the dark-haired boy. Yunho didn’t respond, instead he licked up Mingi’s length slowly before taking him into his mouth again.
Mingi choked on air as Yunho continued to take him. Inch by delicious inch, Yunho lowered, taking him down his throat. Mingi could feel Yunho’s nose rest against his skin.
The bathroom was quiet, the only noise coming from outside, people walking past their bathroom. Mingi could hear Jongho on the phone as another door opened and closed.
And then silence again.
Mingi could feel his heart beating in his ears, then Yunho swallowed, and Mingi saw white, his legs buckling underneath him. The only thing keeping him upright was Yunho’s hands gripped tightly on his hips. Mingi moved a shaky hand onto Yunho’s head and fisted his hair. His head tipped back as he moaned and tugged at Yunho’s head.
“Yunho, yes. Yes, fuck—“ Mingi babbled, unable to control his mouth. “Gonna cum, please. Please let me cum, please hyung.”
Yunho moaned around him before lifting off of Mingi, a string of saliva connected Yunho’s lips to Mingi’s length. Yunho’s smirk didn’t fade as he began to pump Mingi’s cock.
“You wanna cum, baby?” Yunho was shocked at how gravely his voice had become. He chuckled as Mingi whined and nodded his head. “Where does my baby want to cum?”
“Mouth, please let me cum inside you.” Mingi tugged at Yunho’s hair again.
Yunho didn’t answer, instead he flicked his wrist up Mingi’s length and wrapped his mouth on his tip once more. His tongue flicked out as he teased the other. Mingi twitched in his hand before he came.
Yunho swallowed as he helped him ride through his orgasm, and once Mingi had finished, he stood up and smashed their lips together. Mingi moaned against Yunho’s mouth as he tasted himself.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Yunho asked in between their fervent kisses.
Mingi moaned in response, unable to think anymore, mind hazy from the orgasm.
“Because I wanna fuck you,” Yunho moaned against Mingi’s mouth as he rocked his hips against him. “Been wanting to fuck you all day, thought about it the moment I saw you this morning.”
Mingi nodded quickly as he moved and wrapped his arms around Yunho’s shoulders. He pulled Yunho closer and hissed softly against the kiss from sensitivity. Mingi’s mind reeled at the sensation of Yunho’s hands on him. He knew tomorrow there would likely be bruises on his hips and waist. His cock twitched in interest at the thought.
Yunho’s hands moved back up Mingi’s torso before he dragged his nails down his body. His hands left goosebumps in their wake. Then Yunho kissed along Mingi’s jaw, slowly and deliberately. Mingi was unsure what to focus on: Yunho’s hands that trailed along his body, or fingers that occasionally ghosted across his nipples. Then Yunho’s hot mouth kissed and licked along his jaw, then against the shell of his ear and down his neck.
Mingi surrendered. He tilted his head to the side, allowing Yunho to take what he wanted. His mouth opened, jaw slack from the pleasure. The warmth in Mingi’s belly began to swirl again before Yunho turned him around.
Then his bare skin touched the cold marble. He gasped at the feeling and attempted to pull away. But Yunho had his body pressed against Mingi, keeping him trapped. Yunho nipped at the sensitive skin behind Mingi’s ear, as one of his hands trailed back up and wrapped around Mingi’s throat.
Yunho breathed against Mingi’s ear as he rolled his hips against his bare ass. “You’re so fucking beautiful”.
Mingi’s words died in his throat, he choked out a moan again in response. Yunho clicked his tongue and nipped at Mingi’s neck, “When hyung compliments you, you should say thank you. Isn’t that right, princess?”
The back of Mingi’s neck flushed red in response, “Thank you, hyung.” There was no use in being coy anymore. Mingi knew there was no way he would have denied Yunho. Not when his hands and mouth continued to move on his body.
He could feel when Yunho smiled against his skin. Then his hands were gone, and he looked back up at the mirror and into Yunho’s eyes. Yunho’s eyes darkened with desire as he pulled away. Mingi was naked from the waist down, flushed cheeks, small bruises along his neck. His already thick lips swollen and slick with spit.
“Bend over,” Yunho commanded. Mingi quickly complied and kicked his pants fully off. Yunho smiled, and his palm reached out to slide up Mingi’s spine as his other hand flicked through one of the drawers to pull out a small bottle.
Mingi noticed the small bottle. His heart raced in anticipation. He spread his legs a little more, attempting to be subtle. But Yunho laughed. “Excited?”
“You’re the one with lube in here, seems like you were the one excited.” Mingi smirked at Yunho in the mirror.
Yunho responded to him with his palm coming down on the globe of Mingi’s ass. A loud slap echoed in the bathroom. “Don’t be a brat.”
The other moaned and pushed his ass out farther. Mingi’s eyes screwed shut as he heard the click from the lid of the bottle. Then he felt Yunho’s finger press against him. As Yunho worked his fingers inside of Mingi, he felt on fire.
“Go slow,” Mingi stuttered.
Yunho kissed the back of Mingi’s neck. “You’re tight, Min. When’s the last time you played back here?”
Mingi shook his head as he perched himself up on his elbows. “Don’t remember. Too long. So good—your fucking hands.”
Yunho spread more lube onto his fingers as he pressed another inside Mingi and curled them against his sweet spot. Mingi’s hand slapped onto his mouth to muffle his whines and moans.
“Can’t wait to have my cock inside you. Tell me you want it.” Yunho leaned back and stared as his fingers disappeared into the other. His fingers scissored into Mingi, stretching him slowly. Yunho took his time. He teased Mingi as he fucked his fingers into him.
“Want it, c’mon please.” Mingi pressed his ass back against Yunho’s fingers.
Yunho ignored him and pressed a third finger into Mingi. “If you’re a good boy and take my fingers without cumming I’ll fuck you just how you like. Think you can do that, pretty?”
Mingi bit his lip and nodded. He was rewarded with another slap to his ass. He hissed at the sting. Yunho’s fingers pressed into him a little more roughly.
“I think you’ve forgotten your manners, Mingi-ah. Hyung asked you a question.” Yunho’s voice dripped with desire.
“I won’t cum—won’t cum, please. M’good, I promise.” Mingi pressed back against Yunho’s fingers, as he dropped his forehead onto his forearms and whimpered at the sensation. His cock ached with want. Twitching every time Yunho’s fingers grazed his prostate.
Mingi’s hands balled into tight fists as he focused on breathing. Yunho never touched his prostate, continuing to tease as he brushed past it. Mingi could feel his throat going dry as his thighs attempted to close. Yunho’s foot kicked them apart every time he felt them close.
Mingi could feel as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. What had felt like an eternity finally ended as Yunho’s fingers pulled out of him. He looked over his shoulder as Yunho wiped his fingers and fished a condom out of his pocket.
Mingi watched as Yunho undid his jeans and pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion.
Mingi’s mouth watered at the sight. Yunho’s length thick and hard. He was leaking intensely. His tip flushed red.
Yunho tore the foil open with his teeth. “Don’t worry, next time I’ll let you taste it.”
Next time.
The words filled Mingi’s head, his mind rushing with other questions. When would the next time be? Should they have been doing this? Did he even care? Especially when Yunho looked at him like that.
Then Mingi felt it, Yunho pressed against him slowly as he pushed inside of him. Yunho had one hand on his shoulder and the other guiding him inside. Mingi tensed, and Yunho moaned, “Fuck baby, relax. You’re so tight.”
“Big—too big,” Mingi moaned softly as Yunho pressed inside him. As Yunho’s hips met Mingi’s ass, he stayed still.
Yunho rubbed encouraging circles onto Mingi’s shoulder as he gave him time to adjust to his size. Mingi could feel the slight tremble of Yunho’s hands as he stayed still.
After a few moments, Mingi swiveled his hips slowly and sensually. He looked over his shoulder, “Next time I want to ride you.”
Yunho’s free hand gripped his waist as Mingi teased him. “Fuck.”
He rolled his hips to meet Mingi’s before he pulled back and snapped his hips forward. Then he didn’t stop, Yunho thrusted into Mingi, like a man starved for it. Each thrust was accompanied by Yunho pulling Mingi back by his shoulders to meet him.
Mingi’s mouth was slack, eyes closed as he relished in the way Yunho stretched and filled him. Yunho looked at Mingi, his cock twitching at the fucked out expression on his face. Yunho hooked an arm under Mingi’s knee and lifted it as he continued his rhythm.
Mingi went slack against the sink, his chest now pressed against the marble. Bent over and leg up as Yunho thrusted into him harshly and unforgivingly. Mingi moaned into his palm, unable to do anything. His cock heavy between his legs.
It begged to be touched, but he knew Yunho wouldn’t let him. So he screwed his eyes shut and bit his own fist.
“Gonna cum.” Mingi looked back at Yunho and saw him already looking at him.
Yunho leaned forward and kissed Mingi as best as he could. “Gonna cum untouched, baby? Gonna cum on my cock without me even touching you?”
Mingi nodded. “Yunho hyung. I’ve been good, please—please let me cum.”
Yunho sped up as he thrusted into Mingi with more vigor. The sound of skin on skin echoed across the bathroom. “You can cum. But no touching, only thing that can make you cum is me.”
Mingi nodded and pressed back again, chasing his second orgasm. Then Yunho opened his mouth again. “I bet everyone in this dorm knows what’s going on. Think they can hear you getting fucked? Hear how fucking pretty you sound? Bet they’re all jealous. But they can’t have you, you’re mine.”
“Yours.” Mingi choked as his cock twitched and he came against the sink.
Yunho moaned as his own hips stuttered. “So tight.” He chased his orgasm and came soon after. He let Mingi’s leg down slowly and pressed his chest to Mingi’s back. They breathed in tandem as Yunho pulled Mingi’s chin towards him and kissed him soft and slow.
Pulling out of him, they both moaned at the loss. They both breathed out slowly, trying to catch their breath. Mingi turned around again and looked at Yunho for a moment. Yunho was already fully dressed, slacks already back up and belt on. Mingi could feel the heat in his stomach rise.
Here he was, shirt damp from his own drool, thighs wet with lube and his own desire. His pants crumbled and thrown somewhere on the ground. Yunho looked up and caught Mingi staring.
“You okay?” Yunho’s voice soft as he stepped forward and cupped Mingi’s cheek with one hand.
He couldn’t talk. His heart stuttered under Yunho’s gaze. So he nodded and closed his eyes, trying to memorize the feeling of Yunho’s tender touch.
“Hey, look at me.”
Mingi opened his eyes and saw Yunho staring right back at him. And then Yunho leaned in and kissed him again. Softer this time. Everything he couldn’t say poured into a single motion. Yunho kissed him like he was something delicate.
“I should—clothes. My clothes—I should put them on,” Mingi pulled back and mumbled.
“Only if you want to, I kinda like this look on you,” Yunho teased before he leaned down to pick up Mingi’s pants and handed them over.
Mingi rolled his eyes and smiled as he got dressed. Then silence. They stood there for a moment, neither moved. Both waited for the other to say or do anything.
“I think—“
“So—“
Both spoke at the same time and then stopped. They broke out with laughter and smiled.
“You first,” Mingi laughed.
“I think I’m in love with you,” Yunho said softly.
The laughter died in Mingi’s throat as he looked at Yunho with wide eyes. Yunho didn’t speak again, just waited for Mingi’s response.
“Oh,” Mingi said, voice small. “Well, I’ve been in love with you since we were fifteen.”
“Oh.” Yunho mirrored his reaction.
Then Mingi stepped forward and took Yunho’s face into his hands, pulling him into another kiss. Soft and slow. Then, he rested his forehead against the other’s. Yunho wrapped his arms around Mingi’s waist and stayed still. Not wanting to pop this moment of simplicity and warmth.
“So what do we do now?” Mingi whispered.
“Whatever we want to do.” Mingi could hear the smile in Yunho’s voice. “As long as it’s with you, I’m happy doing anything.”
“Fuck, when did you get so corny?” Mingi laughed.
“You like it.” Yunho laughed.
They didn’t need to figure it out now. They had each other, and that was enough. That had always been enough.