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Yuyu 10:35am
I'm in the train!
The carriage is quite comfortable, and I saw there was a mini-bar in the one next door!
Yuyu 10:37am
There is an old lady and probably her grand-daughter in front of me.
Yuyu 10:38am
The young girl keeps staring at me, I don't know if she realizes she's not being discreet.
Minki 10:40am
👍
Do you think they have alcohol? 😂
Minki 10:41am
Can you blame the girl tho? If I was her I would stare at you too! Except that I have every right to and I'm going to spend the next week doing it!
Yuyu 10:42am
I won’t check if they have alcohol for you if that’s why you implied.
I did not say I was blaming her, it’s just making me feel a little awkward…
Yuyu 10:44am
Wait- you’re only going to stare at me for the next week? You disappoint me Song Mingi, I've known you to be more enterprising and creative.
Minki 10:46am
Don’t worry Father, I have a lot of things on the program so that we can both have a wonderful Christmas holiday! Each one nastier than the other you’ll regret not coming sooner.
Yuyu 10:48am
…
Minki 10:49am
Cat got your tongue Yunho? Or are you imagining things right now, in front of that granny and the young girl?
Minki 10:51am
Can you imagine how it will feel to have my lips on you after so long? Living trails of kisses from your neck down your stomach until I reach for your pants. Pressing my lips on your hard cock through your briefs before pulling them down? Teasing your leaking tip before swallowing your length down my throat, gagging up on it because of how big you are?
Yuyu 10:53am
…
You're a real menace, Mingi-yah…
The train's about to leave, I'm going to put my phone on airplane mode to conserve battery.
The three-hour trip is going to be long, and I'd like to avoid spending it hiding an erection.
Minki 10:54am
Have a good trip Yunho 😙
I can’t wait to see you again!
Don't forget to send me a quick message when you're only half an hour from the station so I can come and pick you up!
Yuyu 10:55am
I won't forget, no worries.
Can’t wait to see you too <3
Minki 10:55am
<3
Yuyu 1:37pm
Just over half an hour more and you'll be in my arms.
Mingi couldn't stop reading and rereading his last conversation with Yunho while the departure board displayed his train as "approaching."
His heart pounded impatiently against his chest. The message sat glowing on his screen, simple and devastating all at once.
Just over half an hour more and you'll be in my arms.
He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Around him, the station buzzed with movement. Rolling suitcases, hurried footsteps, overlapping announcements. But all of it felt distant, muffled, like he was underwater. The only thing that felt sharp, real, was the anticipation tightening in his chest.
Four months.
It didn’t sound that long when said out loud. People went longer without seeing each other all the time. But those months had stretched, slow and relentless, filled with late-night calls that ended too soon, messages and a shared proximity through speakers that never quite made up for the absence.
Mingi locked his phone, then unlocked it again almost immediately, rereading the conversation for what had to be the thirteenth time. A faint, crooked smile pulled at his lips at his own words.
Bold, teasing, maybe a little too much.
But Yunho’s reactions had been exactly what he’d hoped for.
Still easy to fluster. Still his.
The electronic board flickered.
Arriving.
Mingi straightened instinctively, shoving his phone into his pocket as his eyes snapped toward the tracks. A low rumble built in the distance, growing louder, closer, until the train finally slid into view, metal screeching softly as it slowed.
His pulse kicked up, fast and uneven now. Suddenly, he didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he shoved them into his coat pockets, then pulled them back out again. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, eyes scanning the train as if he might somehow spot Yunho before it even stopped.
What do I do when I see him—Should I hug him? Kiss him? Shake his hand—
The thought came uninvited. And it was stupid. Yunho and he had already been doing much, much more intimate things than that over the past few months, why be nervous now?
Maybe because reality had a way of making everything feel new again.
The train finally came to a full stop with a soft jolt. Doors slid open one after another, releasing a stream of passengers onto the platform. For a moment, Mingi just stood there, frozen, scanning faces too quickly, too eagerly.
Not him.
Not him.
Not him…
For a second, he wondered if he’d somehow missed him already. But Yunho was a walking giant. There was no way he missed him—right?
Then—
There!
Yunho stepped down from the carriage, one hand gripping the strap of his bag, the other pushing his hair back absentmindedly as he looked around. He seemed a little tired from the trip, but unmistakably him. Real. Here.
Mingi didn’t think twice. He just moved.
“Yunho!”
Yunho’s head snapped up at the sound of his name, and the moment their eyes met, something in his expression softened instantly. Relief, warmth, something deeper that words couldn’t quite hold.
“Mingi—”
The rest was cut off as Mingi closed the distance and pulled him into a tight embrace.
For a brief moment, everything else disappeared.
No station noise, no passing strangers, no announcements echoing overhead. Just the solid, grounding reality of Yunho in his arms. Warm, familiar, real in a way that no call or message could ever be.
Yunho let out a soft sound, half laugh, half exhale, as his arms came up around Mingi without hesitation, gripping tight, like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon. And Mingi, he buried his face against the crook of Yunho’s neck, breathing him in like he needed to confirm he was real, not just pixels, not just a voice through a speaker.
For a few seconds, maybe longer, they stayed like that, wrapped around each other in the middle of the platform as if the world could simply move around them.
Yunho was the first to shift, though not by much. His hands tightened briefly at the back of Mingi’s coat before sliding up, fingers brushing the nape of his neck in a slow, grounding motion.
“It’s nice to see you,” he murmured, his voice softer than it had been over the phone, less filtered, real and warm against his ear in a way that made something in Mingi’s chest ache.
Mingi pulled back just enough to look at him, hands still firmly planted at Yunho’s sides, as if letting go completely wasn’t an option yet. For a second, he just stared.
Four months hadn’t changed Yunho in any dramatic way. He was still the same. Tall, broad-shouldered, eyes warm, gentle and steady but seeing him like this, in front of him, blinking, breathing, smiling… it hit differently.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Yunho asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips, though there was a hint of self-consciousness behind it.
Mingi huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Told you I’ll stare at you.”
Yunho snorted softly, the sound low and fond, but there was a faint flush creeping up his neck under Mingi’s gaze.
“Shameless,” he muttered, though his hands hadn’t left Mingi’s sides either. If anything, his grip tightened just a little, like he was grounding himself the same way Mingi was.
“You like it,” Mingi shot back easily, his voice softer now, less teasing and more… honest. His thumbs brushed absentmindedly against the fabric of Yunho’s coat, like he needed the small movement to keep himself from just freezing there again.
A loud announcement cracked through the air, followed by the rush of people pushing past them, reminding them they were still very much in the middle of a busy platform.
Yunho glanced around briefly before looking back at him. “We should probably move before we get trampled.”
“Mmh.” Mingi didn’t move.
Yunho raised an eyebrow. “Mingi.”
“Give me a second,” he mumbled, almost stubbornly, leaning in just a fraction closer again. “I waited four months. I get at least ten more seconds like this.”
Yunho huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head, but he didn’t pull away. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Count it,” Mingi murmured.
“Eight,” Yunho said immediately.
“Hey—”
“Seven.”
Mingi groaned under his breath, but he was smiling now, wide and unguarded. He let his forehead drop lightly against Yunho’s shoulder, closing his eyes for just a second.
“…okay,” he conceded quietly before pulling back, though his hand slid down to catch Yunho’s wrist instead of letting go entirely. “Fine. Let’s go.”
Yunho adjusted the strap of his bag with his free hand, glancing down briefly at where their hands were now loosely hooked together. He didn’t comment on it. Just shifted his grip slightly so their fingers fit more comfortably.
***
The door of the apartment clicked shut behind them, sealing the world outside.
Mingi didn’t give Yunho a second to breathe. He crashed their mouths together, hungry and desperate after months of absence. It wasn’t gentle. It was messy. Teeth clashing for half a breath before Mingi tilted his head and deepened it with a quiet sound in the back of his throat.
Yunho’s bag slid from his shoulder to land carelessly on the floor as he groaned into the kiss, the first real taste of him since that goodbye at the station next town of the village four months ago, and immediately responded with equal fervor. One hand fisted in Mingi’s coat while the other slid up to cradle his jaw, thumb brushing over soft skin as he kissed him like he’d been starving too.
They stumbled forward blindly, coat and shoes off and forgot on the ground, shoulders hitting walls, elbows knocking into furniture but neither cared. The only thing that mattered was this heat between their bodies pressed close again after too long apart, familiar scents, Mingi's citrus shampoo mixed with cold winter air, Yunho’s cologne, shared breath turning uneven from need.
Both were flushed red down their necks from more than just cold weather outside or physical effort when they finally broke apart just enough to gasp for air.
Yunho stared down at Mingi’s swollen lips, kiss-bruised already, and exhaled sharply through flared nostrils like even looking at him right now hurt because of how badly he wanted more… Wanted him.
So without another word, he dove back in again…
Mingi parted his lips and gasped when he felt the first glide of Yunho’s tongue inside his mouth, caressing him, exploring every nook and cranny as if he were discovering them for the first time.
A shiver raced down his spine. God, he’d missed this. The weight and heat of Yunho’s body against him, the way he kissed like a man starved.
The world narrowed to just them. Tangled breaths, clumsy nips at swollen lips when they broke for air only to dive back in deeper. Mingi moaned softly when Yunho bit gently on his lower lip before soothing it with a slow lick.
They shuffled forward again blindly, Mingi guiding them by instinct more than sight until eventually they reached his bedroom, and he couldn’t be more grateful of his habit of not closing doors behind him at this moment.
They stumbled slightly as they fell onto the mattress together, not gracefully, but perfectly enough that neither cared about anything but staying connected.
The bed creaked softly under their combined weight, but neither of them noticed, too lost in the feverish press of lips and hands. They pulled away again and for a second, they just stared at each other, chests rising fast, eyes dark with want. The room was dimly lit by the winter light filtering through thin curtains, dust motes floated lazily between them like tiny stars suspended in time.
Then Yunho kissed him again, slower this time. Deeper. Not desperate anymore but savoring, pouring months of longing into it. Soft nips along his jawline before capturing Mingi’s mouth again in something slow and sweet that made his toes curl.
He whimpered quietly when Yunho trailed open-mouthed kisses down his throat, the first real touch there since they’d been apart, and instinctively arched up into it like seeking more warmth.
Yunho smiled against Mingi’s skin at the reaction, a small curve on those usually serious lips as he continued his way lower. Over collarbones peeking out from beneath fabric… along shoulders… nibbling lightly at tendons where neck met shoulder…
Mingi shivered violently when hot breath ghosted over sensitive spots only he knew about because no one else had ever touched him like this. Not even close to how tenderly possessive these touches were now being delivered by calloused fingers sliding beneath sweaters...
“Missed you,” came muffled against warm flesh right above Mingi's heartbeat thudding wildly under thin cotton layers still untouched yet so intimately known all the same...
Mingi's breath hitched, sharp, fragile, like the words had punched straight through his ribs.
Missed you.
So simple. So quiet. He heard and read it a thousand times before. And yet it cracked him open in a way no grand gesture ever could.
He pushed Yunho to the side, reversing their positions, straddling Yunho’s lap with each thighs pressed against his hips. He worked his hands under the fabric of his black hoodie and shirt, pulling them over his head and tossing it to the side without a second thought before doing the same with his own.
The cool air hit Mingi’s bare skin for just a second, long enough to make him shiver, before Yunho was reaching up. Hands warm and sure, sliding over his shoulders, down his chest. Not rushing. Just feeling, like he’d forgotten the shape of him.
Mingi exhaled shakily as those large palms mapped every inch. The dip of his collarbones, the slight curve of muscle along his ribs, the softness beneath that only came from being held too much or kissed too often.
It felt like worship.
Yunho’s eyes flickered with something quiet but intense. Reverence? Hunger? Maybe both. As he leaned forward and pressed a kiss right over Mingi's heartbeat. Then another peck on his pectoral, drawing a trail of feather light kisses all over where he could reach until he stopped just above Mingi’s nipple.
He looked up for Mingi's permission, who was looking down at him with dark, glassy eyes, filled with lust.
He nodded and Yunho leaned in immediately, his mouth closing around the bud of flesh who tempted him so bad. The moment the priest’s lips closed over Mingi’s nipple, a jolt shot straight through him. Sharp and electric. A breathy moan escaped before he could stop it, his hips jerking instinctively forward into Yunho's lap.
Yunho hummed in response, the vibration sending another wave of sensation radiating outward and then he started sucking, just enough to tease the sensitive peak between his teeth before laving it with slow circles of his tongue.
Mingi gasped. One hand came up on its own accord to tangle in soft black hair while the other traced down sculpted shoulders and biceps that had only gotten more defined these past months apart. (Yunho told him he had started to work out a little but Mingi hadn't expected the results to appear so quickly.)
He rocked again slightly against Yunho’s lap unconsciously. The friction sent a jolt through Yunho. Low, throbbing, immediate. A rough sound escaped him at the back of his throat as Mingi shifted above him again, grinding down in that slow, teasing way that made his hips twitch upward on instinct.
He broke away from Mingi’s nipple with a wet pop, breath uneven. For a second he just stared. Lips swollen from kissing and sucking, cheeks flushed dark pink under pale skin. He switched sides after a moment. Not out of fairness (because really? Fairness was the last thing on either of their minds), but because he wanted to. Wanted every part of him tasted. His lips found Mingi's other nipple and this time he didn't tease at first. He sucked hard right away, just enough pressure to make the heat coil tight in Mingi’s stomach.
Mingi cried out softly above him. A sharp little noise that made something primal flare inside the priest and instinctively arched further into that mouth.
Yunho bit down around the flesh, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to sting, to mark. To imprint the mark of his teeth.
To claim.
Then he soothed the skin with his tongue again, as if to apologize to Mingi whose grip had tightened in his hair at the base of his nape, while one of his hands slid lower… over his abs to the waistband of his jeans…
Yunho's fingers paused at the button of Mingi’s jeans, hovering there for a breath. A silent question without words. Mingi exhaled sharply through his nose, chest rising fast under Yunho’s lingering gaze. He didn’t speak, couldn’t trust himself not to beg, and instead just stared down with half-lidded eyes and parted lips.
His hands reached for Yunho’s, guiding them as he nodded.
That was enough to answer.
With slow precision that bordered on torture, Yunho undid the button first, and then dragged down the zipper inch by agonizing inch while keeping eye contact like a dare.
The sound of fabric sliding open made something hot flare low in Mingi's belly. His thighs tensed where they bracketed Yunho's hips, one hand still fisted gently in black hair while the other pressed flat against warm skin over his shoulder as if anchoring himself before everything could shift again entirely...
He shifted sideways, allowing his jeans to slide off his legs until they were tossed on the floor, the cold air kissing newly exposed skin, Yunho did the same with his own pants and in no second he closed the distance between them like a man possessed. His hands slid up bare thighs, smooth, warm skin and he exhaled sharply at the contact.
He kissed him again, deeply, messily, all tongue and teeth as his palms mapped higher. Over hips now only covered by thin cotton briefs before trailing back down to grip those perfect ass cheeks and pull Mingi flush against him.
They groaned in unison.
The heat of their bare bodies pressed together was electric. Every inch of skin on skin sent sparks through Mingi’s nerves, Yunho's chest, hard and warm against his own, the rough texture of his stomach muscles as their torsos rubbed together when they kissed.
They rolled slightly on the bed without breaking apart. Mingi ended up half beneath him again, but this time with no fabric left between them, just thin layers of cotton that did nothing to dull the sensation.
Yunho broke the kiss only to trail wet kisses down Mingi’s jawline and throat again. He sucked lightly at a spot just below his ear, the one that always made him whimper, and bit gently there too before moving lower.
Lower.
And lower.
Mingi's breath came in shallow, rapid bursts as he watched Yunho descend. His stomach tightened with every inch lower the priest went, his heart hammering so loudly it drowned out everything else. The creak of the bedframe beneath them, the rustle of fabric on skin.
Yunho paused just above Mingi’s briefs. He didn’t look up yet, just stared at that tented cotton where evidence of Mingi’s arousal pressed visibly against thin fabric. A slow smirk curled at one corner of his lips before finally lifting those dark lashes to meet Mingi's gaze.
No teasing words this time.
Just heat and intent burning behind those usually calm eyes.
Then, without warning, he hooked two fingers into the waistband and began peeling it downward in one smooth motion...
Cool air kissed bare skin for half a second before warm hands followed... Gentle but purposeful as they slid over newly exposed hips... down thighs... then back up again with deliberate slowness...
Yunho’s hands were warm, possessive, and they mapped every newly revealed inch with slow reverence.
The cotton briefs slipped down further, bunched at his knees before being kicked off entirely. Now completely bare from the waist down for Yunho to see, really see with his own, for the first time in four months.
Not through a screen. Right in front of him. Real. Reachable.
And Mingi was hard. Painfully so already. His cock twitched against his stomach with no cover now, flushed and leaking slightly at the tip just from anticipation alone.
Yunho exhaled shakily through parted lips as he took him in. The reddened flush of arousal on Mingi's cheeks matched that on other parts of him too… The way his chest rose fast… How his fingers clenched into the sheets beneath them…
For a second neither moved or spoke. Silence thick enough to choke on filled between them while their eyes stayed locked together. Intense and unspoken promises passing back-and-forth like electricity crackling across skin...
Then Yunho lowered himself again without warning this time, not stopping until lips hovered mere centimeters above the straining length…
He took it in his hands, massaging the base softly as if he was now holding the most precious jewelry in the world and kissed the tip once, licking his lips just after to taste the foreign salty-sour taste.
Mingi's entire body tensed like a coiled spring the moment Yunho's lips touched him. That first kiss, soft, questioning, almost innocent sent a shockwave through his nerves so intense it bordered on pain.
He sucked in air sharply between clenched teeth, hips jerking involuntarily upward despite himself. A broken sound escaped him, half gasp, half whimper, as Yunho took that taste into his mouth with quiet curiosity.
Then, with no more hesitation, Yunho closed his lips around him.
“Shi—”
Warmth engulfed Mingi all at once, tight and wet and perfect and a ragged moan tore from his throat before he could stop it. His hips jerked upward on instinct but Yunho held firm with one large hand braced against Mingi’s stomach to keep him still as he took more in.
Slowly. Carefully taking inch after inch into that hot mouth until tears pricked behind Mingi's eyes just from how good it felt. Since when Yunho learned that—
“Shit–shit–Yunho!” Mingi moaned, “W-when did you learn that–fuck—”
Yunho hummed again at that reaction, pleased by how responsive he was. His grip tightened slightly at the base as he sank down on the length, taking more until eventually it made him gagged softly when he reached his limits.
“Your teeth—careful Yun’—” Mingi breathed, one of his hands nestling in the black strands at the back of Yunho's head, holding him gently to guide him correctly. “Flatten your tongue, it’s okay if you can’t take it all. Just make me feel good by hollowing your cheeks and sucking properly.”
Yunho listened, really listened, with a focus that was almost unnerving. His dark eyes flicked up to Mingi’s for just a second, absorbing the instructions like he was memorizing them, before obediently flattening his tongue and hollowing his cheeks.
The first experimental suck made Mingi’s back arch off the bed.
It wasn’t perfect, not yet, but it did the job. That warm pressure around him, paired with slow drags of lips and careful suction had him seeing stars.
A low moan spilled from Mingi's throat as Yunho tried taking him deeper again, this time pulling back slightly before sinking down more carefully than before.
Each movement grew bolder with confidence as he learned what rhythm felt right by how Mingi responded beneath him. Twitches of hips (which earned soft swats on the stomach), bitten-off gasps when teeth accidentally grazed too hard (resulting in immediate apologetic licks), whimpers when Yunho did something particularly good...
He adjusted quickly because god damn it—He wanted to make this feel amazing for Mingi.
And judging by how flushed Mingi looked now? How sweat beaded at his temples? The way fingers trembled where they clung weakly into black hair?
It was working.
Yunho found a steady pace eventually: shallow bobs followed by deeper sucks while one hand worked gently along the base that couldn't fit comfortably into his mouth yet, twisting lightly during each upward slide so no inch went untouched entirely...
Mingi whimpered constantly now between shaky breaths. Every nerve alight with sensation so intense tears prickled behind closed eyelids without warning because fuck, four months without being touched like this… four months starving…
His thighs tensed around nothing since there wasn’t anything else grounding except those skilled hands-and-mouth combo wrecking all coherent thought left inside his skull…
“F-fuck… I-I'm close,” he warned breathlessly after several minutes passing like seconds under hazy pleasure haze clouding mind completely…
Yunho’s eyes snapped to Mingi’s the second those words left his lips and something fierce and possessive flared in them with a quiet intensity that said he had no intention of stopping.
He doubled down.
The suction intensified just slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to push Mingi right toward the edge. His cheeks hollowed deeper as he sucked harder with each upward bob of his head while his thumb swiped a slow circle at the base where skin was most sensitive. The rhythm became relentless now. Perfect timing between mouth and hand working together seamlessly like they’d done this forever instead of it being one of their first times...
Mingi gasped sharply above him, back arching off the mattress completely this time, fingers twisting tighter into black hair unconsciously as if begging for more even though words failed entirely now...
A high-pitched whine escaped him when Yunho took him impossibly deep again. Still not fully taking all length yet because anatomy limited that. But damn the priest was doing a devastating job already and it was more than enough.
Tears spilled over finally. Silent streaks rolling sideways toward temples from sheer overwhelming sensation crashing through every nerve ending at once…
And then it hit.
White-hot pleasure ripped through Mingi's body without warning as his orgasm crashed over him violently fast from buildup so intense…
His hips jerked upward involuntarily despite trying not to move too much earlier... A choked cry tore free while waves crashed endlessly inside his skull turning the world into static blur for a few endless seconds as he spilled inside Yunho’s mouth again and again…
Yunho didn’t pull away. Not even when Mingi came, not even when the first hot pulse hit his tongue. He swallowed instinctively, eyes fluttering shut at the taste. Salty and warm and remarquebly Mingi if that meant anything. He kept working him through it with gentle sucks and soothing licks until eventually the other man tugged at his hair to pull him away from overstimulation.
Only then did he finally ease off slowly, lips parting carefully as he lifted his head. A thin trail of mixed cum and spit connected for half a second before breaking.
He exhaled softly through his nose, cheeks still faintly pink from effort, dark lashes damp at the edges. For someone who’d never done this before outside of fantasies or late-night research on "how to pleasure your partner properly," Yunho looked… really proud of himself right now.
Without a word yet, still catching breath too, he leaned up slightly and kissed Mingi gently on swollen lips, letting him taste himself into a sweet but lingering kiss like an apology for intensity earlier mixed with quiet affection all in one touch…
Mingi kissed him back lazily, still dazed and boneless from the aftershocks of his orgasm. The kiss was slow, soft, a stark contrast to the feverish intensity from before. His fingers loosened their grip in Yunho’s hair, now just stroking through it tenderly instead.
The taste of himself on Yunho's lips shouldn’t have been romantic. It really shouldn't.
But somehow… with how careful and sweet he was being right now? It was.
Yunho broke away first only far enough to press a few light pecks along Mingi's jawline, his nose brushing against warm skin as he did, before resting his forehead against Mingi’s for a quiet moment. Just breathing together in shared closeness that didn't need words yet.
Mingi smiled faintly at that, the way Yunho always got this soft afterward when things got intense between them like earlier... Like maybe all that passion burned out into something calmer but no less intimate...
His hand slid down from hair to cup one side of face gently, thumb tracing over cheekbone where faint pink still lingered beneath pale skin…
“Were I good?” Yunho murmured, finally breaking the silence between them, even though they both knew damn well what answer would come.
That made Mingi chuckle, genuinely, he patted Yunho’s head like he was a big puppy waiting for its praise, which the older man kinda looked like at this moment.
“Firstly,” he said, voice trembling a little, “You’ll have to explain to me where'd you learn this, but later. Secondly, you were good, you’re a fast learner.”
Yunho’s face immediately brightened at the praise, a small, boyish smile spreading across his features that made him look years younger. The kind of expression he rarely showed outside of these private moments with Mingi.
Soft and openly pleased.
“You liked it?” he asked again, quieter this time, almost shyly. Even though Mingi had just called him good, which was high praise from someone as picky about intimacy as Mingi, Yunho still needed to confirm.
Mingi rolled his eyes but there was no real annoyance in it. Just fondness. “I wouldn’t have come down your throat if I didn’t love it.” he clarified firmly before tugging Yunho back down for another kiss.
He nipped lightly at his bottom lip when they parted briefly only to dive right back into another.
“Now come take your price for pleasing me Yunho,” Mingi said against his mouth, chuckling at the puzzled expression the priest gave him.
So, to be clearer, Mingi sat up on his elbows and spread his legs wide, presenting his twitching hole which was asking to be filled.
Yunho’s breath hitched.
His dark eyes dropped to the exposed, flushed skin between Mingi’s thighs. The glistening evidence of his arousal still lingering there, the slight tremor in Mingi's legs as he lay open and waiting. The air between them thickened instantly with heat and intent.
For a second, Yunho just stared. Not out of hesitation or uncertainty. No, far from it. But because seeing Mingi like this again after so long made something primal stir deep inside him. A surge of possessiveness, desire… need.
Then he moved.
Yunho shifted forward on his knees until he hovered over Mingi completely. His hands slid up bare thighs with deliberate slowness before gripping just beneath sensitive hips to pull him closer toward himself on instinctive demand rather than asking first anymore now that they were both past polite questions…
Mingi exhaled sharply at being manhandled so effortlessly by those strong arms while watching those serious eyes darken even further when looking down at what was presented for him freely now…
“Lube?” Yunho asked, voice tight.
It took all of Mingi’s effort to gather enough air to speak again as he glanced toward the drawers of his nightstand, “Top drawer, hurry up.”
Yunho bent down and reached for the key that would unlock Mingi's doors. He rummaged in the drawer without looking, his eyes fixed on Mingi, who seemed in awe of the tent that had formed in his underwear. When his fingers closed around the bottle, Yunho lowered himself, his body a heavy warmth over Mingi’s. The press of their bare chests sent sparks through both of them. Skin on skin, heartbeat to heartbeat.
Mingi melted into it instantly, arms wrapping around Yunho's shoulders as the priest shifted his weight slightly to one side so he could keep kissing him while also reaching down with one hand between them…
His fingers traced the soft curve where thigh met hipbone first, teasingly light touches meant only for torture disguised as affection because Mingi was still sensitive from earlier.
Then lower…
And finally, brushing just where Mingi wanted him most. His lubed fingertips grazed his hole with featherlight pressure, and Mingi didn’t even hear the bottle being opened or Yunho pouring lube on them. Not that he really cared at this moment.
Mingi gasped sharply at the first contact, his entire body jerking like he’d been shocked. That tiny brush of Yunho’s slicked fingertips, so light, so teasing, sent electric pulses straight up his spine.
He bit down on his lower lip to muffle a whimper but failed when Yunho did it again, this time pressing just slightly firmer against the tight ring of muscle. Not pushing in yet. Just… there. A warm presence lingering with maddening patience.
Yunho watched him carefully. The way Mingi's breath hitched, how his thighs tensed and quivered beneath those strong hands still gripping him possessively, and something primal flared in his chest all over again.
This was his Mingi. Flushed and panting under him after coming hard from nothing but mouth and hand alone. Now hard and open for more… for him specifically…
And God help him but seeing someone usually so teasing and full of himself reduced to this trembling mess? It made blood rush south fast enough that even through layers of fabric earlier, now gone, there had been no hiding of what it did to him either.
But instead of rushing as instinct demanded, Yunho slowed further deliberately as if savoring every second before finally claiming what belonged only to the two of them right now...
His thumb swirled around once lazily while keeping that feather-light pressure going until slowly... gently... beginning applying real weight into circling motions designed purely for stretching sensitivity rather than immediate entry yet...
Each rotation grew marginally deeper each time until eventually, not abruptly, the pad broadened properly over center where resistance naturally gathered strongest…
A soft groan escaped between kisses they hadn't broken since starting because honestly? Neither wanted space between lips, between them, right now anyway despite everything else happening below waistlines...
But then came The Moment.
The first full press inward, slow-as-hell intentional, one lubed finger breaching carefully past outer rim without force beyond natural yielding tension offered by body itself reacting accordingly.
The stretch was immediate, delicate, intense, and so different from anything Mingi had felt in months.
Far better than how his own fingers ever felt. Even during those calls with Yunho guiding him, breathing hard through the speaker.
The priest didn’t waste any more time. He curled his finger against the soft inner walls of Mingi, looking for his prostate, trying to remember exactly how he could reach it to make pleasure sparks behind Mingi’s eyelids.
He adjusted slightly, angling his finger upward as it rested inside that tight heat. His palm pressed gently against Mingi's lower back for stability and then—
There.
A slow curl of his fingertip and instantly, Mingi’s entire body jolted beneath him like he’d been struck by lightning. A broken cry tore from his throat into their kiss, a sharp "Ah!" muffled only by Yunho swallowing it greedily with another deep press of lips. The reaction was electric: back arching off the bed again, hands flying to clutch at Yunho’s shoulders hard enough to leave red fingermarks.
Yunho aimed for this sweet spot with each curl now, eventually adding a second finger then another until Mingi had four thrusting and curling inside him, making his toes curl and his back arched off the mattress as he was turning into a whimpering mess.
“S-shit Yunho—” He gasped sharply, “No m—more, fuck me already—”
Yunho smirked against Mingi's lips, the sound of his desperate pleas sending a thrill through him.
He didn't tease further. No, he'd pushed enough patience today. And he had a whole week to test Mingi anyway.
Carefully withdrawing his fingers, earning a whine from Mingi, Yunho grabbed the lube again and coated himself thoroughly, making sure every inch was slick before positioning between those spread thighs.
Mingi watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Yunho lined up at last. The broad head of his cock pressing gently against that fluttering entrance stretched just for him.
A shaky breath escaped both men when they finally made contact there like this physically for the first time in a while.
Then slowly… so damn slowly…
Yunho began pushing forward.
The stretch was immediate, tight, warm, perfect, and Yunho had to grit his teeth against the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded by Mingi like this. Every inch sank in with deliberate slowness, each millimeter forcing a strained breath from both of them.
Mingi dug his fingers forcefully into Yunho's back as he adjusted, clawing at his skin so hard that reddish marks appeared. Even with prep, it took time to remember how to take something this big after so long without it.
A soft whimper escaped his lips when the priest hit a certain depth and paused there instinctively, letting him breathe through it instead of rushing further inside recklessly, even though every nerve screamed at him to move.
Sweat beaded along Yunho's forehead from restraint alone while he hovered over Mingi completely still now except for shallow breathing that ghosted across his parted mouth between them...
Mingi's breathing grew steadier gradually beneath him until finally—the slightest shift of hips upward signaled readiness rather than discomfort anymore...
That tiny movement was permission enough for Yunho. Without another second of hesitation, he pressed forward again.
This time deeper, surer. The slick heat around him tightened deliciously as he slid further in until finally—finally—their bodies met flush at the base where their stomachs touched.
A groan ripped from Yunho’s chest at that moment: raw and unfiltered pleasure crashing into him all at once because fuck, this felt too good to be real after months of calls and distance and longing alone on his cold house, praying for patience…
And Mingi wasn’t just taking it anymore. He wrapped both legs around Yunho's waist tightly like a vice grip anchoring them together now completely with no space left between them physically or emotionally either…
Then, slowly, Yunho pulled back a little, slowly, before plunging back into Mingi. The curve of his length pressing just right against the other’s prostate.
The first thrust drew a choked moan from Mingi, his back arching sharply as pleasure exploded behind his eyes.
Yunho set a slow, deliberate rhythm at first. Gentle but deep rolls of his hips that ensured every drag inside him brushed against that perfect spot again and again. Each time the head of Yunho’s cock pressed firmly into Mingi's prostate, it sent sparks through nerves like lightning.
Mingi clung to him desperately, arms locked around shoulders while legs squeezed tighter with each movement pushing them closer together physically impossible already yet they kept trying anyway…
His breath came in short gasps between moans; every sound punched straight from lungs without filter or thought because this? This was everything he’d dreamed about during those lonely nights apart.
And Yunho felt it too. The way Mingi clenched around him involuntarily on each inward stroke, as if trying to pull more out even when full capacity had been reached long ago...
Yunho lost himself in the rhythm, each thrust growing bolder and deeper. The slow, worshipful pace from earlier shifted into something hungrier as his hips snapped forward with more purpose now.
Every moan Mingi made fueled him. Every twitch of those legs around his waist spurred him on. That tight heat squeezing him like a fist? Maddening. He wanted to ruin this man in the best way possible.
So he picked up speed, not reckless pounding yet, but firm and steady strokes that had their bodies slapping together softly with every movement. The wet sounds between them mixed with ragged breathing and whispered pleas:
"Yunho—" "More—" "Please!"
He kissed Mingi again, messy, open-mouthed kisses that stole air as much as they shared it and when their lips parted briefly for oxygen Yunho took advantage by ducking down to bite lightly at his neck while still moving inside relentlessly...
Mingi cried out at the sting-pleasure combo of teeth on skin plus cock hitting deep spots simultaneously…
He wouldn’t last longer, he knew it as the familiar heat and tightness coiling in his stomach as his second orgasm of the night was surging.
Yunho felt the exact moment Mingi started to unravel. His body tensing like a coiled spring, his breath turning into frantic little gasps against Yunho's skin. The clench around him tightened impossibly further, rhythmic and pulsing in a way that made stars burst behind Yunho’s eyes.
He knew. He knew Mingi was close.
And instead of slowing down or being gentle about it—No, Yunho chased that edge with him.
He drove into him harder now, hips slamming forward with more force than before but still controlled enough not to hurt, each thrust precise and aimed right at that sweet spot over and over again while his mouth latched onto Mingi’s shoulder for another sharp bite mixed with an open-mouthed kiss afterward…
Mingi sobbed beneath him this time not from pain but from sheer overwhelming sensation as pleasure crested violently inside his chest.
“G-gonna cum—I’m gonna cum!” he babbled incoherently between panting cries just seconds away from tipping over completely…
The second Mingi's warning spilled out, Yunho snapped.
He kissed him hard. Claiming his mouth with bruising intensity as he felt the other man’s body tense beneath him like a live wire about to explode. The clench around his cock tightened even more, pulsing wildly in time with Mingi’s ragged gasps.
And then it happened.
Mingi came untouched between their sweat-slicked bodies, back arching violently off the bed as waves of pleasure ripped through him. His cry was muffled against Yunho's lips, a high-pitched whine followed by broken sobs of "Yunho—Yun–ho!" over and over like a prayer.
Warmth spilled across their stomachs as Mingi shuddered through it helplessly while still being filled from below by relentless thrusts that never stopped despite how oversensitive everything suddenly became...
But Yunho didn't slow down.
Nope.
If anything? He fucked into him harder.
Yunho was past rational thought now. The way Mingi clenched around him during his orgasm, the wet heat between their bodies, the broken sounds spilling from Mingi's lips. It all sent the priest spiraling toward his own edge at lightning speed.
Mingi trembled beneath him like a leaf in a storm. Overwhelmed by sensation yet still clinging to him for dear life because even if it hurt—and God did sensitivity burn—he couldn’t bear for this connection between them to end just yet...
Yunho’s thrusts turned rougher, not violent but needy, each snap of hips more desperate than the last as he chased release. Every drag in and out sent electric shocks up his spine, every pulse from Mingi’s body pushing him closer to falling apart entirely.
And then it hit. The coil inside snapped violently.
A guttural groan tore from Yunho’s throat as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending in white-hot intensity. He buried himself deep with a final shuddering push and came hard. Pulsing into Mingi again and again while waves crashed over them both like tidal forces impossible to resist...
For several seconds there was nothing else: no sound beyond ragged breathing or thudding hearts slowing down, no movement except slight tremors running through exhausted limbs still tangled together on sweat-damp sheets…
Just pure blissful afterglow wrapping around them silently.
The silence that followed was thick, peaceful and sacred in its own way.
Yunho collapsed onto Mingi with a soft exhale, his body heavy and sated as he came down from the high. He didn’t pull out yet. Instead, he nuzzled into the crook of Mingi’s neck, pressing lazy kisses there. Gentle pecks against damp skin still warm with lingering heat.
Mingi wrapped both arms around him loosely now that tension had left their bodies entirely. One hand slid up to card through Yunho's messy black hair while the other traced slow circles on his back.
They lay like that for a long moment: two men tangled together in quiet intimacy after intense passion burned them out completely.
Eventually though… Reality crept back slightly when cooling air hit exposed skin or stickiness between stomachs reminded them of what just happened physically...
Reluctantly, Yunho pulled out, not missing the way Mingi winced when cum and lube dripped down his hole. He pampered his forehead with soft kisses before getting up.
“Do you have a bathtub in your bathroom?” He asked as he stretched himself.
Mingi nodded sleepily, blinking up at the ceiling for a second before answering. "Yup. I was lucky enough to have one."
He watched Yunho stretch, the way his now marked back arched, how his biceps flexed as he raised his arms above his head and felt warmth bloom in his chest all over again.
Without another word, Yunho walked toward the bathroom door, still completely naked.
A minute later water started running. Not too hot but warm enough to be soothing after their activities.
Meanwhile…
Mingi lay there still sprawled across rumpled sheets feeling pleasantly boneless while sticky cum started to dry on his stomach... Not that he cared that much.
He turned his head again when he heard Yunho reappear with a glass of water, his phone and two towels. He proposed the glass to Mingi, which he accepted gladly and exhaled when cold water ran down his sore throat.
Yunho set the empty glass on the nightstand when Mingi handed it to him again. He extended his free hand and helped the other stand up on his shaky legs, passing his arm around his waist almost instantly.
“Let’s take a good bath and order some food so we can eat after. Does that sound good?”
Mingi leaned heavily into Yunho's side, his legs still a little wobbly from the intensity of their lovemaking. The offer of food after a bath sounded perfect. He was starving now that the post-orgasm haze was dulling.
"Yeah," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Yunho's shoulder as they shuffled toward the bathroom together. "I'm really hungry actually."
The steam from the running water curled in sweet tendrils through air already thick with shared sweat and intimacy.
Yunho tested the temperature with one hand before turning it down slightly, not too hot for tender skin or sore muscles right now, and then lifted Mingi gently by the waist (strong arms making this effortless) to help him step into the tub first where warm water lapped at on the calves immediately.
He followed right behind after closing the faucet properly, two towels set on the rack nearby ready for drying off later once they were clean...
A small shelf held shampoo/body wash which he grabbed while sliding behind Mingi, the tub a little tight for both of them but not too uncomfortable.
“You relax,” Yunho said softly, he reached for his phone and handed it to Mingi before taking soap and rubbing it in his hands until it lathers. “Order whatever you want, my card is already registered, and let me take care of you.”
Mingi took the phone with a soft smile, scrolling through his food delivery app while Yunho’s soapy hands began gently massaging his shoulders. The warm water and the careful kneading of tight muscles made him sigh in contentment.
He chose something simple. Ramen with extra pork belly, an egg sandwich on the side because he was still hungry enough to justify it after all that energy burned earlier. Then added two iced teas to drink.
Once ordered, he leaned back against Yunho's chest, completely relaxed now. He turned slightly so their cheeks brushed as he pressed a lazy kiss there before resting his head on him properly like this was home base or something equally safe and cozy.
Yunho lathered more soap between palms then slid them down Mingi's arms first, massaging each limb slowly while rinsing away sweat/stickiness from skin beneath running tap water every few seconds...
His touch remained tender throughout. No rush even though they had food coming soon or anything else waiting outside this moment right here…
The shampoo came next. Careful fingers worked through dark strands separating strands methodically before massaging his scalp.
Mingi closed eyes, enjoying every second of being pampered like royalty by someone who clearly adored taking care of him…
When Yunho’s voice rose, he barely heard it because of his sleepiness.
“Your mom says hi by the way.”
Mingi’s eyes snapped open and it made Yunho laugh, like he had just said the most unhinged thing Mingi heard tonight.
“You talk to my mom?” He asked, “Wait—you told my mom you were coming to my house?!”
“No,” Yunho chuckled at Mingi's bewildered expression, the sound vibrating through his chest where Mingi rested against him.
He kept rinsing shampoo from dark strands as he explained. “I didn’t tell her, it’s not something I can tell as a priest—close your eyes so you don’t get shampoo in them—But people at the village think I came here to see relatives for the holiday. I saw your mom before leaving and she told me if I happened to see you, I should say hi from her.”
He paused briefly before adding, “She said she hadn’t heard from you in days apparently.”
There was no accusation in his tone. Just a quiet observation of her motherly concern that clearly ran deep even when her son lived far away.
Mingi groaned dramatically and slumped further against Yunho’s chest like a scolded child who just got called out on neglecting family calls.
“I know…” He mumbled guiltily, “I should call her tomorrow.”
Yunho kissed the top of his wet head reassuringly. He continued rinsing the shampoo from Mingi's hair, his fingers gentle as they worked through the strands. The water ran clear now, and he grabbed a small cup to pour warm water over Mingi’s head for a final rinse.
Once that was done, he reached for the body wash again. This time squeezing more onto his palm before lathering it up between both hands. He started with Mingi’s shoulders again, rubbing in slow circles before moving down to massage his arms and chest.
The pampering didn’t stop there. Yunho turned him slightly so that Mingi could lean forward against the edge of the tub while washing back—scrubbing carefully around each shoulder blade then all along the spine avoiding any sensitive areas (like lower back) unless invited...
Mingi remained pliant under this affectionate cleaning session like putty in strong hands which weren't just skilled at massaging but also… weirdly good at making someone feel utterly cherished.
“Does your mom know?” Yunho’s voice pressed against his ear once again, “About you liking men I mean.”
Mingi tensed slightly at the question, not out of fear or anger, but because it was a topic that always made his stomach twist.
He exhaled slowly before answering. "Yeah... she knows." A pause. Then quieter, "She’s known it since I came out to her when I was sixteen."
Yunho's hands stilled for just a second on Mingi's back, surprised, maybe even relieved? Before resuming their gentle scrubbing.
"Does she… accept it?" Yunho asked carefully. He didn't want to assume anything, he knew how complicated family reactions could be in rural communities especially when traditions ran deep.
Mingi nodded against the edge of the tub where his forehead rested now as warm water soothed him in this tiny private world they’d created together tonight...
“She does, even though we came from a pretty conservative circle,” he said firmly after swallowing hard first. “I think it was hard at first for her, you know she is very religious. But she made it clear that she was just sad that I won't give her grandchildren, not sad because I am able to love like any other human.”
There wasn’t bitterness there either, surprisingly given how homophobic some villages could still be toward gay men...
But no, Mingi had been really lucky when comparing others' stories he had heard over years growing up gay secretly then openly later…
“What about you?” He asked Yunho then, glancing at him curiously, “Did you ever had doubt before meeting me, in your childhood or teenagehood, or was I your gay awakening?”
Yunho laughed softly at that. An actual, warm laugh..
"Honestly?" He rinsed soap from Mingi’s shoulders before turning him gently to face him. Water sloshed lightly as he shifted in the tub.
“I always knew I liked men.” He admitted with a shrug, “Even before knowing what it meant or implied.”
He reached for a washcloth now, dunking it into water and squeezing out excess liquid before beginning to clean Mingi’s chest with tender motions.
"But there weren’t any gay guys where I grew up," he continued thoughtfully. "No role models or anything like that when you're young and figuring things out."
A small frown tugged at his lips briefly, the kind of expression someone wears remembering past struggles they'd rather not relive but had faced anyway because life demanded honesty eventually...
“I quickly realized that I wasn’t ‘normal,’ whatever that means.” His voice was growing tighter, “And I made the mistake to believe it was okay to talk about that to my parents.”
Yunho's hands slowed on the washcloth as he recalled that painful time. The memories were still sharp, like they’d happened yesterday.
His parents' reactions had been… devastating.
They weren't violent, not physically at least. But their disappointment cut deeper than any slap ever could. His father—strict and traditional—had stared at him with a look of pure betrayal when Yunho finally mustered courage to confess his truth one evening after dinner years ago.
“There is no such abomination in this family.” his dad said coldly before standing up and walking out without another word that night...
And his mother? She cried for weeks afterward. Not because she hated him but because she mourned who he could have been in her eyes: a husband, maybe even a father someday…
Then came the worst part. The camp.
Yunho's voice grew quiet, almost hollow as he described the conversion camp his parents had sent him to.
“It was a place disguised as a "youth retreat" for troubled teens. Until you got there and realized it wasn't about therapy or spiritual guidance at all. It was about fixing what they considered wrong with me. The first few days were just sermons. Endless lectures on biblical morality, how homosexuality defiled God’s design. The counselors preached that if I prayed hard enough and repented sincerely, I’d be ‘cured.’”
Mingi's stomach dropped as Yunho spoke. His hands, which had been absently playing with the edge of the washcloth, froze completely.
The water around them suddenly felt too cold despite its warmth.
He didn’t say anything yet, couldn't, because his throat was tight with rage and sadness for what Yunho had endured alone as a scared kid who just wanted to be loved by his family.
But inside? He was fuming at those so-called parents who could send their own son away like damaged goods needing repair instead of loving him unconditionally...
Yunho continued without prompting now that he’d started:
"Then came the 'treatments.' Forced confession sessions where they'd ask detailed questions about past attractions and forced you into lies until you believed you were the one wrong.” His throat worked as he swallowed hard. “Cold showers whenever "impure thoughts" occurred, even when you didn’t have one. Isolation if you showed even slight resistance to their ideology.”
Mingi’s chest ached. Truly ached at what he was hearing right now.
“How can you still believe in God after all of this…” He muttered under his breath, didn’t even realise he voiced his thoughts if it weren’t for Yunho’s smile reaching his sad, filled with tears, eyes.
“God never sent me there,” he said quietly, firmly. “My parents did.”
He cupped Mingi’s wet face gently with one hand while the other still held the washcloth loosely.
“I believe in God because I felt Him elsewhere.” Yunho continued after a breath. “When I cried alone at night in that awful place… when no counselor was watching and I prayed for strength instead of begging to be ‘fixed’… That was God answering me.”
The water lapped softly around them as he spoke about faith not as dogma or fear, but as comfort found through pain.
“I left that camp more confused than ever,” Yunho said, his voice low and steady, but edged with something unsettled, like he was still sifting through the pieces of himself they’d tried to rearrange.
“But eventually…” He paused, drawing in a quiet breath, eyes dropping for a moment before lifting again with a fragile sort of clarity. “Eventually my heart led me back to church. Not out of guilt. Not because anyone told me I had to.” A faint, almost disbelieving smile touched his lips. “This time… it was because worshiping gave me peace again.”
A small tear escaped despite his smile and trailed down his cheek, he didn't wipe it…
“And I realized something.” He swallowed, the hesitation brief but visible. “I realized I wasn’t broken.” The next words came more firmly, as if he needed to hear himself say them out loud. “Or an abomination.”
He shook his head slightly, brows knitting as questions resurfaced, questions that had clearly lived in him for a long time.
“Didn’t God make me this way?” he asked, not sharply, but with quiet insistence, like he was challenging something he’d been taught rather than the person in front of him. “Why would he punish his children because of who they love?”
By the end, his voice wavered, not with doubt, but with the weight of it all, the years of confusion and searching pressing behind the words. “Why would love… be a sin?”
Mingi's heart shattered seeing it there. at the sight before him. A priest who had been bent, nearly broken by everything he’d endured, yet somehow still chose love over bitterness, grace over resentment toward people who hurt him deeply…
“I became a priest…” Yunho began again, pausing just long enough to draw in a quiet breath, his gaze dipping before returning to Mingi’s, “…because I want to guide people toward love.”
His lips pressed together briefly, as though the next words were harder to release.
“Not hatred. Not… hypocrisy.” The last word carried a faint edge, a flicker of something buried deep, but he smoothed it over almost immediately.
He shifted slightly, shoulders tightening before easing again, as if admitting what came next cost him more than he wanted to show. “I don’t want anyone, any young person like I was, to suffer for nothing.” His voice softened further, nearly unraveling at the edges, though he kept it steady through sheer will.
“And… for what it’s worth,” he added, a small, almost self-conscious exhale escaping him, “Even if everything still feels foreign to me, in ways I don’t fully understand yet, I really want to do things right with you Mingi.”
His eyes lingered on Mingi now, searching, earnest in a way that made it impossible to look away.
“Because you…” Yunho continued, quieter still, like a confession meant only for him. “You’re one of the greatest things that happened to me.”
Mingi didn’t hesitate.
He closed the distance between them in the cramped tub and kissed Yunho.
Hard, desperate, reverent.
A kiss full of everything he felt: sorrow for what Yunho had endured, admiration for his resilience, and overwhelming love that burned so fiercely it almost scared him.
Yunho gasped softly into Mingi's mouth before melting into it completely. His hands dropped the washcloth as they tangled in Mingi’s damp hair instead, returning that kiss with equal fervor despite tears still clinging to his lashes.
This wasn't just passion or affection now, this was worship too, two souls connecting on a level deeper than words could ever express after sharing something so raw and heavy…
The kiss deepened, water sloshing around them as their bodies pressed closer in the confined space.
Yunho poured every unspoken emotion into it. The years of loneliness, the pain from rejection, but also gratitude for Mingi’s love and understanding. Each brush of lips was tender yet fierce, a silent vow to cherish this man who held him so carefully despite all his scars.
Mingi kissed him like he was sacred. Because Yunho was. Not just a priest or someone with burdens… but his person. Beautiful and worthy exactly as he was.
They breathed each other in between kisses: warm steam from the bath mixing with shared air that smelled faintly of shampoo and skin still damp beneath droplets trickling down cheeks...
Eventually they slowed, not breaking apart entirely, but softening into something gentler now. Small pecks on noses, foreheads resting together while eyes stayed closed savoring closeness...
No more words needed right then.
Just love winning over everything else quietly...