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To be honest, Seungmin has no idea when it all happened.
Or rather, when it started to happen. His friend group was incredibly tight since his second year of college, and since he had already graduated recently, he considered himself very lucky to see all of them often. Obviously, like every friend group, Seungmin's has sections and subgroups, people who see each other more than the others, some of them that just see each other when they are all together. Even through that, Seungmin thinks he's close enough to every one of them.
For a while, Seungmin was living with Felix and Jisung, in an apartment close to campus, where they could get a nice place with a split for three rent. Hyunjin, Seungmin's best friend, was at the brink of moving in too, since he was also on Dance major alongside Felix. After some time, Hyunjin's relationship with Jisung went from constant, annoying bickering to somehow Seungmin having to hit the wall he shared with Jisung to sometimes remind them to tune down the moans. Jeongin was around a lot at first too, and after getting his heart broke by an unaware Felix when their Australian friend started dating someone else, he was around less. Poor soul.
He met Changbin and Chan through Jisung, they were a 'buy one get three' package, so Seungmin easily familiarize himself with them. His instant crush on Changbin died sooner than later, when he found out he had the same girlfriend since high school, and Seungmin couldn't even hate her since she was the nicest and prettiest person he had ever met — he would have crushed on her if he liked women.
Seungmin knew Chan's boyfriend, Minho, before he had introduced him to them, since he was Hyunjin and Felix's senior at college. Minho saw Felix, especially, as his protegé, and was used to annoy Hyunjin to a point his picking extended to Seungmin, since he was always around the Dance department.
Maybe Seungmin was into all of this much before than he initially thought, but he traced a line of his history from where it started to get worse: with Chan walking into one of Seungmin's end-of-college crisis.
"Seungmin-ah, can I borrow your—" Chan freezes at the doorstep as soon as he catches sight of his dongsaeng.
Seungmin desperately tries to hide his face, knowing very well its useless since Chan has already started walking into his direction with that characteristic worried look on his face.
"Seungminnie," he says, and Seungmin watches with a weight on his chest as Chan keeps getting closer to him slowly, as if giving Seungmin time to send him away if he wanted to — something Seungmin would never do. Chan sits on the bed. "Seungminnie, what happened?"
"It's nothing important." Seungmin's voice comes out nasal, and he breathes in, feeling pathetic while he wipes his wet face on the sleeve of his own hoodie. "Seriously, hyung, it's nothing."
Chan gets even closer, surrounding Seungmin's shoulders in one of his arms, and Seungmin can't stop himself from leaning into his embrace rather automatically.
"Tell hyung what's going on? Can I help with anything?" Chan continues, his voice getting even softer.
Chan's care and attention make it very difficult for Seungmin to hold back his sadness and frustration, so as if like a dam has been broken, he tells his older friend everything between sobs. Everything he deems to be his academic failures, his family's pressure, the feeling of never being enough; it all leaves his chest, something that is rather difficult to happen. Seungmin avoids talking about these types of things even to Hyunjin or Jeongin, usually just being satisfied in just pushing it all to a dark corner of his mind to not think about it at all.
Seungmin considers himself to be close to Chan, but the way he listens, so attentive, Chan's emotions matching his as he speaks, the way his hands never stop caressing his arms… it's something that even if it's not new, it still feels... rare?
Maybe Seungmin hides too much from his own feelings, or maybe he's not Chan's "kid" that is most troublesome or needs more attention, but feeling this heat emanating from his hyung makes Seungmin's heart race unusually. He doesn't know what this is about suddenly, but he knows he would love to feel it again.
"Feeling better?" Chan says, after the conversation starts to clear up and become lighter.
"Yeah." Seungmin sniffles, rubbing his stuffy nose. "Thank you, hyung. I'm sorry for bothering you with my problems."
Chan pouts, in that way that makes him look like a little rubber duck.
"Don't need to apologize, Seungminnie. You know you can always count on me, right?" he says, slipping his touch away to grab one of Seungmin's hands instead, almost fully covered by the sleeve of his hoodie.
It was pretty obvious that Seungmin had developed a pathetic puppy crush on Chan.
Actually, the feeling isn't really new and Seungmin knows that. What was just something silly became a full crush that made Seungmin's heart writhe in his chest every time Chan smiled at him. He got a lot needier for his older friend's attention, and he tries his best not to be too extra about it — after all, Chan has a boyfriend.
And not only a boyfriend, Chan and Minho are practically married! They have been dating since college, living together now for six months, with four cats and a dog in an apartment a little far from downtown.
Seungmin feels guilty sometimes, because he really likes Minho, like a lot, even though he wouldn't be caught dead admitting that. After they met, they had always bickered, arguing just from the pleasure of disagreeing, playing pranks on each other. Their friends joke about them being like cat and dog. Even with all that, Minho is one of his most loyal friends, always around, always helping quietly, a steady presence in Seungmin's life. Those things aren't exactly said between them, but if Seungmin ever needs help, he knows that Minho will be there when he turns around.
Despite everything, Seungmin is able to not feel too bad about it, since he's a decent person with enough self-control. Which means he wouldn't do anything about these feelings ever, not even if they happened to break up — which, realistically, Seungmin cannot visualize.
Seungmin thought his situation had no way to get worse, what he should have guessed the universe would see as a challenge.
He knew the night was about to end in less than pleasant conclusions when he saw Minho barge in through the door of Hyunjin's apartment with a white tank top that left nothing to the imagination, paired with a pair of leather pants so tight that makes Seungmin feel claustrophobic — between other things.
Maybe it's because Seungmin was already on his third beer when the group's oldest friends arrived. His thoughts were running unleashed, especially when he catches Minho squeezing Chan's ass with a smirk on his face through his peripheral vision while they walk to the kitchen, probably thinking nobody is looking.
Seungmin can already hear the sound of their bed creaking later tonight.
Seungmin censors himself immediately when the thought pops up in his mind, frightened with the unexpected resolution. He shrinks into himself, almost as if trying to merge with the couch.
He and Minho ignore each other for a few while until they have something to talk about, as usual. Seungmin is emptying a fourth beer when Minho throws himself on the couch next to him.
"Did you get a haircut?" Minho says, dragging a hand over Seungmin's bangs and messing up his air. Seungmin whines, pushing away his touch.
"Did." he answers, begrudgingly.
"It's ugly as shit." he says with a side grin that makes Seungmin rolls his eyes. Before he can even find anything witty to say, Chan's voice is made known while he sits on the armchair right beside the couch, a can of soda in his hands.
"He hasn't stopped saying that you look like a fluffy little puppy since we got here." Chan's eyes are amused while a prominent dimple exposes his wish to laugh.
Seungmin tries not to look at neither of them as he feels his face warming up.
"Chan-ah, I thought we were a team." Minho says, in that voice tone he uses when he pretends something doesn't please him.
"And we are, babe." Chan's tone is teasing. "I'm just helping my boyfriend express his true feelings. Am I awesome or what?"
Seungmin looks sideways to see Minho squinting, the point of his ears turning red.
"Haha. Funny." he tries, rolling his eyes and leaning back on the couch as he downs a sip of beer.
The topic changes. They talk about how's Seungmin adjusting to his new job, teaching music to children. Chan dramatizes about him being 'all grown up', as if he had raised Seungmin himself. Minho comments about his own experience a few years back, when he used to be a kids' dance teacher.
The conversation makes time fly, light as natural, only being interrupted when Changbin arrives to drag Chan to talk about something else.
"Ah, but isn't Channie right, though?" Minho says, absent-minded, reaching for a strand of Seungmin's hair and making him flinch. "You used to be such a snotty little thing when we first met."
"Hyung, I was already nineteen." Seungmin grimaces. Minho laughs.
"Yeah, well. You were cute." Minho says, and Seungmin blinks, trying to understand if he just heard that right. He must be drunk to the point of no return to be saying things like this. "You've… matured, though."
Seungmin doesn't even know why he blushes. Maybe because Minho is looking directly at him, blinking slowly like a cat, with that intensity that's so characteristic to him. His fingers linger close to Seungmin's face. He breathes in, the atmosphere suddenly heavy, and he wants to just crack a joke or answer something smart, but he doesn't have it in him.
Minho grabs Seungmin by the chin softly. Seungmin squirms, trying to pull off — but honestly, not really. Why would he want to get away? Minho's hand is soft, and his eyes are pretty. Minho is pretty, might be the prettiest person Seungmin has ever met, if he has to be honest. Again, he wouldn't be caught dead saying that out loud.
Luckily, Chan is back before Seungmin embarrasses himself by doing something that will demand him to live in a hole underground for the rest of him life.
He panics a little when he hears Chan's voice, though, getting Minho's hands away from him. He pouts, but Seungmin doesn't budge; Chan could get the wrong idea.
"Baby," Chan just laughs as he sits behind Minho and drags his shoulders to rest against his chest. It's a nice view, and their bodies meet as if they were custom-made to fit into each other. "You're scaring our dongsaeng."
"I'm less scared and more disgusted." Seungmin says, and watches as Minho shows him his tongue.
"As if!"
Seungmin tries his hardest to not let his mind wander. What was Minho going to do if Chan didn't get back? Was he about to… kiss Seungmin?
He shakes his head softly as if it can erase the mental image. Why the fuck would Minho kiss him? Seungmin must be delusional. He wouldn't even want Minho to kiss him, that's just crazy, isn't it? Sure, his lips are pretty, because, well, as previously stated, Minho is pretty. He is hot. Seungmin isn't sure how that thought fits in his mind, but Minho is hot and there's nothing he can do about it.
His eyes astray to the picture of his friends, and Chan is whispering something in Minho's ear that has him blushing. Seungmin bites his cheek, trying not to look too much. They're clearly in their own world now, so he shouldn't meddle. With Chan telling Minho how he's going to fuck him later or something. It's not Seungmin's business, even though he kind of wishes it was.
He must be going crazy.
Seungmin gets up from the couch, and for a second he sees Chan's eyes flicking to him, but Seungmin doesn't even reckons it before turning away and walking to the dinner table where Jisung and Felix are playing cards.
"'Sup." Jisung says as Seungmin sits down next to him.
"Hey."
"Got tired of the loving couple over there?" Felix jokes as he puts down a card in front of him that makes Jisung wail in pain.
"I think I've been casted out by the vibe." Seungmin snorts.
He takes a quick look at Minho and Chan, and he snaps his head back as he's met with Minho's eyes in his direction.
Jisung and Felix exchange a look before giggling.
"What?" Seungmin frowns. His friends look at him like they know something he doesn't.
"We should let him figure it out." Felix puts a hand over his mouth as he says to Jisung, but maybe he's not realizing that Seungmin can hear him.
"Nobody asked me to keep a secret. In fact, nobody told me anything so these are just impressions as far as we know." Jisung says, whispering, but besides being audible enough for Seungmin to hear, he doesn't even cover his mouth.
"If we're wrong I'll change my name to Eugene." Felix says.
"Your name is already Yongbok, no need to punish yourself like that."
"Shut the fuck up." Felix retorts, as he puts down another card, and Jisung looks at it with wide eyes.
"How the fuck are you this good?" Jisung tosses his own cards on the table with a huff.
"I'm not. You're just too shit."
"Girl—"
"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Seungmin interrupts their back and forth before they can astray completely from the topic.
"Dude, Minho-hyung wants to fuck you. So bad." Felix has a grin on his face as he says.
Seungmin's breath gets stuck in his throat.
"What? No way." he replies, voice sounding squeaky. He cleans his throat.
"I told you he wouldn't figure it out on his own." Jisung states.
"Seung, he looks at you like he's a starving tiger and you're a bleeding steak." Felix says again.
"But he has a boyfriend." Seungmin says, incredulous. And said boyfriend is Chan, it's not like Minho needs anything else. He has the full course dinner at home, juicy steak and everything.
"I think they are, well," Jisung seems to look for the word. "Open-minded?"
"Also, I'm pretty sure Channie-hyung also wants to fuck you." Felix says just to make Seungmin choke again.
"You guys are crazy." he makes a real effort to let the sentence out, his whole face burning, feeling about to combust.
"That doesn't have to do with anything." Jisung mutters, making Felix laugh.
Seungmin can't help but look back slightly, over to where Minho and Chan are. He caught onto a scene that is not uncommon but never fails to make Seungmin blush — in his state, he might be shape-shifting into a tomato. He doesn't look away instantly from Minho and Chan kissing as he usually does. He observes the way Minho keeps their faces mushed up with his hand on Chan's neck, and from where he's looking, he can't tell where Chan's hands are, but Seungmin can guess waist. Or thighs.
They separate slowly and Chan leans over to whisper something in Minho's ear. He listens attentively, his lipstick smeared over his top lip and just below his nose. Minho smiles at whatever Chan is saying to him, his eyes fluttering closed.
Seungmin's mouth feels weird. His tongue is too heavy for it. He feels the taste of beer on his gums like he drank something tacky. The sound of someone knocking something into the floor startles him, and at the same time Minho and Chan's attention is shifted, so Seungmin has to look away.
His mind wanders to what could be that Chan was saying to his boyfriend. Maybe they were talking about Seungmin, maybe Jisung and Felix are right. They said Minho looks at him in a way. He could take Seungmin home and fuck him, make Chan watch. They could be into that. Or maybe Seungmin would be the one watching. The idea makes him shiver. They could take turns fucking him. Or—
Fuck. Seungmin rubs his face, shutting his eyes and leaning into his hands. He's losing it. No, he's fucking delusional, that's what he is.
"Everything okay, Seungminnie?" he lifts his head so fast his world tilts a little. Chan is looking down at him with those worried eyes, full of warmth.
"Y-yeah. I'm just… feeling a little dizzy, hyung." he lies through his teeth, even though his head is spinning just the slightest.
Chan rests his hand above Seungmin's head, caressing it softly. Seungmin closes his eyes instinctively.
"Wanna lay down for a bit? Minho is also feeling a little under the weather, I can tuck you both on the guest room. How does that sound?"
Seungmin opens his eyes to see Chan smiling sweetly, and he feels his whole body shaking — at Chan's attention, at the way his eyes smile too, and at the perspective of cuddling with Minho. Well, nobody said nothing about cuddling, but a man can dream.
Seungmin walks to the kitchen to pick up some water, and when he's back to the living room, Chan is waiting for him. He looks up from his phone when he sees Seungmin, and he does that eye-smile again that is like a punch to Seungmin's ribs.
They walk to the guest room where Minho is already splayed in the bed with shoes and all. He lifts his head only a bit when he hears steps, letting out a theatrical sigh.
"Woah! What is Kim Seungmin doing here? Can't I sleep in peace?" he complains loudly, voice swaying from the booze.
Seungmin scoffs, pretending it doesn't affect him a little. He wouldn't even blink at Minho acting like this usually, because that's what they do. Somehow, Jisung and Felix's words are poking fun of his vulnerability.
Chan snorts and shakes his head before approaching the bed and dragging his boyfriend's legs over the edge.
"I told you to take your shoes off." he admonishes, but he's already bending over to get Minho's shoes off of him with agility, as if he has done this a thousand times.
"Why would I do it if I can get you do it for me?" Minho retorts, smiling like a naughty cat.
Seungmin just sits by the edge of the bed and starts peeling off his sneakers. By the time he's done, he doesn't realize Chan is standing right next to him. Chan pulls at the necklace of his jacket, and Seungmin is gently coaxed out of it with another blush on his face.
When Seungmin turns around to lay down, Minho is looking at him so intently it makes him jump. It embarrasses him for a second, how absorbed he was in receiving Chan's attention, and he almost tells Minho he's sorry, but he obviously couldn't explain why he would be apologizing.
Chan is back at Minho's side, pulling him to kiss his forehead.
"Okay, you guys get some rest. I'll be in the living room with the boys." he says, and Minho nods, tilting his chin to ask for a kiss, and Chan pecks his lips softly. Chan turns to Seungmin, which makes him self-aware of looking at them again. "Tell me if you need anything, okay?"
"Okay, hyung." Seungmin nods.
"Stop coddling him, will ya?" Minho shoves Chan's shoulder with no real strength. "Just go already."
Chan rolls his eyes and leaves, turning off the light on his way out.
Minho tucks himself under the covers, rustling the entire bed with him, obliging Seungmin to do the same. Silence fills the room for a moment while they fix themselves until they are laying down, comfortable and warm.
"Are you feeling okay, hyung?" Seungmin asks, turning his head in Minho's direction.
The older man twists his neck to look at him, his big, feline eyes staring at Seungmin.
"Yeah, I'm just tired." he answers, and Minho's voice tone is naturally soft, but he sounds almost velvety. "Long week at work, and all."
Seungmin only hums in acknowledgement, staring at the ceiling to flee from Minho's eyes.
"What about you? Channie just said you were not feeling well."
Seungmin feels silly for having his heart beating so frantically at such a simple conversation, but the room is almost dark, only the small yellow lamps lit on either side of the bed. Their voices sound so loud even though they are speaking in low, and Minho — he's right there next to him.
"I-it's… It was loud out there and I needed me a minute." he tries to work out his best answer, which is not necessarily a lie. "I must've drank too much."
He feels Minho's hand on his face and then a flick to his forehead. Seungmin moans in protest, holding his palm where Minho hit him.
"I told you to be careful before." he scolds. "I'm not gonna take care of you if you pass out."
Seungmin scoffs. "Yes, you will."
Minho's lips part in surprise. Seungmin looks at him to see his expression morphing into something… fond.
"Fine, of course I will, you stupid dog." he mumbles.
They just look at each other for a second that seems entirely too long. Of course, Minho would always be there for Seungmin, and he knows that, but things are usually left unsaid between them. Almost as if there's something fragile that they could break if they speak.
Minho reaches for Seungmin's hand with his, shoving both of them under the covers with a frown. Seungmin blinks in confusion.
"It's too cold. You're gonna be sick." he justifies. It doesn't make much sense, but Seungmin could never stop him. Doesn't want to.
Minho doesn't let go of his hand, holding it with his small fingers, the cold band in his ring finger against his knuckles.
Seungmin's vision is hazy, getting loaded with the silence and the dark to keep him relaxed. He holds Minho's hand back.
"Then, you can warm me up, hyung."
Minho looks at Seungmin as if he has never seen him before. His chest rise rapidly in his chest and Seungmin feels a squeeze against his hand. Seungmin's heart is lighting up his whole body, face heating up, but he doesn't look away.
"Come here." Minho whispers. His voice sounds strained. His fingers crawl into Seungmin's forearm, a silent addition to his command.
Seungmin swallows loudly. He shifts closer, into Minho's space, into a part of the bed that remains a bit colder. Minho grips his way from Seungmin's arm to his shoulder and neck, making gooseflesh erupt through his whole body.
Minho's hands are impressively warm. They cradle Seungmin's nape as delicately as holding a treasure. Minho is the one getting closer this time, and suddenly, they are almost nose to nose.
"Hi." Minho says, his voice soft as a gush of wind.
"Hi." Seungmin answers, his throat locked up with the asfixiating feeling of his hyung's touch.
"Are you warmer now?" Minho blinks slowly, fingers brushing Seungmin's trimmed hair on the back of his head.
Seungmin is washed with greed. There's still… space between them, even though their knees are touching.
"Not quite." he says, not meaning to pout but still doing so.
Minho's breath hitches, and he licks his chapped lips. Seungmin's eyes are attracted to them instantly. Minho notices, he sees in his eyes. He's driving even closer, crowding Seungmin's body with his, nosing at his cheek.
Minho drags his touch back to Seungmin's arm, taking a detour to find his hip. Seungmin's breath shakes visibly, and Minho doesn't stop until his hand is breaching under his shirt on the small of his back.
"Hyung…"
Minho opens his mouth to let out a hot, messy breath, and he digs into Seungmin's skin. Seungmin can't help but notice, finally, really notice — because the way Minho is looking at him right now is not close to new. And it's so raw Seungmin has no idea how he never realized.
"You want me." he murmurs, leaning to an affirmation rather than a question. He's not asking, he knows, it's just… hard to believe.
Minho scoffs.
"Thanks for noticing, Sherlock." he answers ironically, and Seungmin lets out a wounded sound.
"Have you seen the way you treat me?" Seungmin says defensively. It doesn't help staying defensive that Minho is dragging him for them to lay with their chests pressed together, and now Minho has to lean his head back to speak.
"Have you met me, Kim Seungmin?" he snorts, and okay, fair. But how could Seungmin be sure? "You despise my efforts of being three-times as annoying to you than I am to any of our friends."
Seungmin blushes again. It feels on the edge of a love confession, and Seungmin aggressively shoves the idea to the back of his mind.
"And… Chan-hyung? Is he okay with this?" he asks shakily.
"Hmm. Don't worry about hyung." Seungmin's heart feels lighter. He hated the mere idea of doing anything to stand in Minho and Chan's way. "He keeps picking on me saying I look desperate. Like a kindergarten boy pulling a girl's pigtails. Bastard."
Seungmin giggles. Minho presses his lips together before he launches forward and kisses Seungmin's cheek. The younger squirms in his touch with a protest on his tongue.
"You're too damn cute." Minho mutters, his hand on Seungmin's back, climbing his spine and making Seungmin shiver.
"Stop saying that. It's weird." Seungmin complains, but he doesn't mean it. Minho smirks at him, he knows.
Minho tips his lips to Seungmin's, as if asking for permission. Seungmin holds onto Minho's arm, grounding himself before leaning into it, his skin tingling with anticipation.
The first kiss is sweet. It sticks to Seungmin's gums like candy. Minho tilts his head, presses forward, makes Seungmin lay the back of his head on the pillow. The one that follows tastes deeper, darker, as the older introduces his hot tongue, chasing Seungmin's own, coating his mouth in the flavor of Minho's want.
Minho holds Seungmin's waist in his two hands now, hovering the younger man. He kisses Seungmin's cheek, slowly, dragging it down to his jaw, and when Minho's tongue meets Seungmin's neck, he whimpers in surprise.
Minho stops for a moment to look back at him with heavy eyes, his touch rising to Seungmin's sternum, making his breath hitch. He feels trapped in Minho's dark eyes, looking even darker in the dim lighted room. Seungmin has to choke on the sound he makes next to not let himself be so embarrassing so early when Minho skims his fingers around one of Seungmin's nipples.
"Fuck." Minho flips the bud between his pointer and thumb, and Seungmin draws his eyebrows up. "Fuck, I want to eat you alive."
Seungmin opens his mouth to let the air through. He moves his head forward to catch Minho's lips in his, trapping his bottom lip with his teeth softly. Minho laps into his kiss again, hunger coming off of his pores, both hands touching Seungmin's hard nipples now.
Minho lifts up the covers, and before Seungmin can even process, he already gets his hyung between his legs, his lips on one of Seungmin's nipples. The younger cannot help but moan this time, the drag of wetness through his sensitive skin, and he feels himself grow hard in his pants.
As if realizing the same as Seungmin, Minho tacts on the top of his jeans, opening it up with mastery. Seungmin chokes on his own spit when Minho starts to shove both his jeans and underwear down to free his dick, and his hands grip the bedsheets beside him.
Minho goes further down, his head disappearing completely. Seungmin feels his mouth dragging through his stomach, kissing his way down to the base of his dick. He braces himself for what's about to come, and the loud whine that escapes him is still surprising when Minho fits Seungmin's entire cock in his mouth at once.
Seungmin grabs the hem of the covers, pushing it down to reveal Minho slowly pulling back with a grin, his hand closing around Seungmin's length with ease.
"Such a pretty little cock you have." Minho says, and he palms on Seungmin's stomach to suck the head into his mouth, and Seungmin whimpers, putting a fist over his mouth.
"Don't say shit like that—nhgn…" Seungmin feels his whole face burning, his head dizzy with the sensation and Minho talking about him. Minho snickers, just lapping his tongue around to leave him glistening with spit.
"I just knew you'd be small and cute, just like the rest of you."
"Oh my god, shut up." Seungmin bites on his knuckles, incredibly embarrassed that his words make Seungmin's stomach twist in raw desire.
Minho still works on him thoroughly, swallowing him up and down and kneading his balls, pressing on his perineum occasionally in a way that makes Seungmin thrash.
"Ah, hyung…" he mutters incoherently, lost in the feeling, head spinning. "S' good…"
Minho looks at him as he removes his mouth, pumping Seungmin's cock with his hand, his mouth all reddish and shiny. He licks his lips, making Seungmin's whole body tremble again.
"Feels good, baby?" he asks, voice still so delicate and reverent, and he drops a kiss to Seungmin's hip.
Seungmin nods, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. Minho drags his fingers to touch his hole softly, and Seungmin sobs into his own skin. He knows Minho must notice the way he wiggles his ass, even though it's unconscious. Minho barely recognizes it, only dropping his lips back to Seungmin's cock, the pads of his fingers only pressing at his rim without breaching in.
Seungmin whines against his hand. He wants to cry and beg Minho to fuck him, but he doesn't, just following his hyung as he moves expertly, his mouth, hot and wet, bringing Seungmin closer to his release every second.
Minho feels it too. He accelerates, and both his hands grab Seungmin's thighs, forcing them open as Seungmin tries to close them.
"Aah-ah, hyung, please, I'm gonna…" Seungmin chokes on the words, more moans leaving him.
Minho holds Seungmin's dick in his closed palm as he takes his mouth off for a minute.
"Yeah? Gonna come for me, Seungminnie?" he says with that infuriating side grin, and Seungmin just nods desesperately. His smile grows bigger at the affirmation. "That's right, come for hyung."
Minho is able to get Seungmin back in his mouth before the younger explodes into his climax, shoving his hips forward with urgency as Minho drinks his release until the last drop.
Seungmin throws his arm over his eyes as he comes down, laying now completely flat against the mattress. He shivers at the sensation of Minho tucking his soft dick back into his underwear, pulling his jeans up but letting them unbuttoned. Minho also pulls down his shirt, untangling the bits at his back.
A blush spreads through Seungmin yet again. His insides feel mushy as Minho climbs back his side, and he can't help but peek under his arm, just to see Minho's eyes on him like a hawk.
"Good?" Minho asks, prying his arm off of his eyes. Seungmin complies, only because Minho is manhandling him into laying in his chest.
"Hmm." Seungmin nods. He turns his head, planting his chin on Minho's clavicle to look at him. "What about you? Don't you want me to get you off too?"
Minho smiles.
"It's okay." he says, flicking Seungmin's forehead, this time feeling almost feather-like. Seungmin frowns. "I'm too tired. Another day, yeah?"
Seungmin's heart stutters painfully.
"A-another day?" he blurts out like a stupid parrot. Minho worries his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Yeah. You want that?" he asks, and his voice is barely above a whisper. "It's fine if you don't."
Seungmin would hit him if he had the strength. "Of course I do, stupid-hyung." he mumbles to himself.
"What's that?" Minho retorts.
"I said okay." Seungmin says, clutching the fabric of Minho's shirt on his fingers. "Now let's just sleep."
Minho only chuckles, murmuring good night against Seungmin's hair.