Archive of Our Own

"You have so much useless shit on your phone." Mingi grumbled, scrolling through what felt like endless apps on Yunho's phone. Yunho just shrugged in response, putting together a load of his own laundry, picking out the clothes of his bandmates that somehow slipped in.

"I mean seriously," Mingi sat up from the couch, eyes fixated on the screen in front of him. "What the hell even are all these apps for? Why do you have five different camera apps?" He scrunched his eyebrows together, app folders seemingly endless. "And editing apps too? Aren't you an idol, where's the time for this?"

"I thought we were supposed to hang out at my apartment tonight." Yunho skimmed through the clothes in his hamper, making sure they were all his.

"We were hanging out. Then you said you had to do laundry." Mingi rolled his eyes, looking up at the older.

Yunho let out a small laugh, mumbling something about how he'll be back and then they can go back to hanging out. Once the door to the apartment shut, Mingi felt eerily aware of the buzzing of the fridge. He tried to tell Yunho he should probably take his phone with him for the laundry mat but he was more than likely halfway down the hall by the time his mouth even opened. He was left with the cellular device in his hands.

It was slightly warm considering it had been on for awhile, most of it radiating from the middle. Mingi never understood why Yunho had no case on his phone. Even without the protection it's somehow in better condition than his own. The sleek back of it with the pop out of his camera, the dark blue being such a contrary to his bright and silly personality. The screen itself has a protector on it but there isn't even the tiniest scratch on it, completely clean and clear. The only fingerprints on it were the ones Mingi had made using it. He grimaced at the realization, thinking to maybe wash his hands before continuing. The thought faded as he clicked a folder he already looked at.

Mingi couldn't help but wonder why Yunho would need so many camera apps on his phone. He looked at one, it having what seemed like hundreds of filters and different tips and tricks to take photos. There was even a community tab, people sharing their photos and asking for feedback on whether the pose suits them or if they need a filter change. Smirking, Mingi decided to check Yunho's profile out.

He expected nothing really. He's an idol, he can't even post a photo without it having to be management approved let alone on some app that seems to have a niche community. Probably a casual user that lurks and maybe uses a filter or two here. Maybe he heard about it through a fan, suggesting he takes a photo on it and post it on Fromm. That would be cute, the fan probably shaking at the thought their suggestion became a reality. Even a little message to follow up with it, mentioning them or whatever.

And yet Mingi felt winded the moment his thumb pressed the profile.

He didn't have a profile picture but the feed was loaded with all sorts of pictures. None of them had his face, maybe glimpses of his chin or at most a show of his chapped bottom lip. It would be cute if it was simple outfit checks, Mingi knew Yunho would get insecure about the way things fit on him due to his lanky figure but would brighten up the second he would get complimented. Yet every single photo had a common denominator, a high quality leather collar with some sort of chained leash attached to it.

It was an array of different types of photos. Some photos were clearly taken like a selfie while others had purpose to them, the layout of his room giving off a sensual vibe that completely matched his outfit or collar of choice. His outfits seemed casual most of the time, consisting of something like a tank top and sweatpants or cute pajamas Mingi swore Yeosang gifted to him two Christmas' ago.

The few that weren't very casual were ones of him in a pressed black suit. There were just a few of him in said outfit, like he didn't have much time with the suit to make a lot of content from it. But these seemed much more risky in Mingi's eyes considering his face was in frame but completely blurred. The one Mingi couldn't get his eyes off of was one where he was on his knees in the crisp suit, the leather collar tightly on his throat. It almost seemed like it was choking him, a small imprint already starting to form. He was holding the leash towards the camera this time, head tilted to the side as a familiar hat laid atop his head. It was black leather, of course, with a chain braided across the front of it as two buckles seemed to keep it in place. The front logo of it was censored but Mingi knew what it was, recollecting when they were still doing promotions for Ice On My Teeth. That awards show when Mingi really just wanted to go home after their performance.

Mingi let out a nervous laugh, swiping out of the app and looking up from the phone. Still no sight of Yunho. So— he kept going.

He went to where all these photos would be saved, his phone gallery. When he opened it there wasn't really much, just usual things of photos of places they've been or food they ate in the last restaurant they visited. Even the occasional photo he probably posted on his instagram but nothing of what he had seen previously.

Mingi bit his lip nervously as he shifted his position on the couch, glancing up at the door once more before scrolling to the bottom of the collections section of Yunho's phone gallery. With a shaky thumb he clicked on the hidden album, it immediately trying to scan Mingi's face and vibrating when it didn't recognize him as the owner. He waited as it attempted to scan his face a few more times before prompting his passcode for his phone. Mingi remembered it by heart now, it being the day they first became friends.

Typing it with trembling fingers, it unlocked and was filled with what Mingi thought were hundreds of photos. He swallowed the thick wad of saliva that built up in his throat, unsure if it was from guilt or something he would rather deny than admit. He clicked on one photo and scrolled, photo after photo being nothing but lewd photos of Yunho. Mingi's best friend.

Continuing to suck on his own bottom lip, his leg started to bounce anxiously. Or maybe—

"It's a Monday afternoon and everyone is doing laundry apparently." Yunho's voice felt like a needle going through Mingi's ears, his entire body tensing up.

His hands fumbled with the phone in them before being able to have a steady grip on it. He just laughed nervously as he listened to Yunho rant about how long he had to wait for an open washing machine. Something about the ones he kept eyeing being taken. Mingi's eyes couldn't meet Yunho's, too focused on the picture displayed.

Without a second thought, he selected as much as he could of the photos and sent them all to his own contact, quickly deleting the message on Yunho's end. He swiped out of every single open tab on Yunho's phone before the taller had sat down on the couch next to him, plucking his phone out of Mingi's hands.

"You're lucky I had some quarters in my wallet otherwise I would've needed this for my laundry." Yunho teased, wiping off the very noticeable fingerprints on his cellular screen.

Mingi nodded, not trusting his voice to say something before clearing his throat. He grabbed a nearby pillow and hugged it onto his lap. He swore everytime he blinked he would recollect a different photo of Yunho. Even over Yunho's sultry voice talking about god knows what now, Mingi could still hear the buzz of the refrigerator. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his loose sweatpants feeling like black skinny jeans on a hot day.

"You hungry? Actually— I'm starving so I don't really care." Yunho adjusted his spot on the couch, halfway laying down with his legs propped ontop of the pillow on Mingi's lap. "Should I order us rice bowls or fried chicken?"

"Um.. Either is fine. I'm not really hungry though." Mingi squeaked, eyes now glued at the calves that laid perfectly on the barrier between them and Mingi's lap.

"You say that and then suddenly grow two stomachs when I get my food," Yunho tsked, scrolling through the ordering app. "Beef or chicken?"

-

Yunho sighed as he spectated his teammates, waiting for the next round to respawn. He looked over at Mingi who was sitting next to him, no longer watching Yunho's computer screen but rather on his phone. Yunho scoffed, nudging at Mingi.

"Is it boring to you?" Yunho spoke.

"No, I just don't get why you won't play league instead." Mingi looked up from his phone.

"League sucks," Yunho bit the inside of his cheek, "just because everyone else plays it doesn't mean I have to."

"Right and that's why your team just lost the game."

Yunho looked back at his screen, the word 'defeat' splayed across it. He let out a groan as he tilted his head back in his seat. He sat up right as the end game stats displayed, him being team MVP. The older rolled his eyes as he closed out of the game, eyes peeking at the time.

"Fuck Min. It's 2am and we have schedules tomorrow." Yunho pulled off his headset, resting it on its stand as he powered down his computer.

Mingi watched as the brightly lit machine turn off its lights, feeling much more dim than it once was. "I'll take the couch then."

"Couch?" Yunho spun his chair to face Mingi. "You aren't gonna sleep in here?"

Mingi shook his head, standing up from the chair he was sat in. He mumbled something about the couch feeling more comfortable than usual, waving off his hand as he left Yunho's room without saying much else. He could hear Yunho trying to call him back but he ignored it, plopping down on the couch with his head resting on one of the throw pillows.

His body just barely fit on the couch, his feet needing to be propped up onto one of the arms of the couch. He crossed his arms as he stared up at the ceiling. His eyes fluttered shut, trying to get into a position that may be comfortable enough to sleep in for the night. His mind started to wander as he tried to wind down, thinking about whether he should just move to the floor or how insanely cold Yunho seems to keep his apartment.

Mingi bit his lip as he opened his eyes and slipped his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and going straight to messages. He furrowed his brows as he saw the main group chat having what seemed like endless messages coming in about tomorrow even though everyone should be asleep by now. He wasn't really interested in talking about schedules, his head starting to ache at the thought of all the interviews they have to do followed by hours of dance practice.

What he was interested in was the contact below it: yuyu

He clicked on the messages and there it was, the collection of photos he had only seen for a few moments, right at his fingertips. His tongue swiped at his bottom lip as he clicked on it, entering into a world of Yunho Mingi had no knowledge of.

The first few were photos he had remembered seeing on the camera app, completely faceless, showing off his soft skin that easily could be bruised by how tight his collar was hooked on. He swiped for a few more picture before he hit something much different.

The photo seemed to be taken from an upward angle, like someone took it for him. The thought crossed Mingi's mind, the idea of someone taking the photo for him but it quickly passed as he squeezed his thighs together. Yunho had been looking off to the side, majority of his face still easily shown with just a hint of blush spread across his plush cheeks. Maybe even a bit of it on the bottom of his eyes, almost making him look tired or worn out. His outfit wasn't anything special, just a black hoodie paired with black sweatpants.

Yet, it all tied perfectly, that glossy black leather collar tied around his neck as the leash for it made it feel like Mingi was the one holding it. He knew the older wasn't on his knees like the photo he saw earlier in the day, maybe it being taken on some sort of staircase for the deception but Mingi swore that's what he would look like if he was. He couldn't help but let his imagination run free, one hand pulling on the leash while his other gripped tightly on Yunho's jaw to force him to look at Mingi. Watching just a sting of fear inflicted in his eyes as Yunho learns something new about Mingi too.

Mingi kept both of his hands on his phone as he swiped to the next photo, feeling heat spread through his body at the sight. Yunho had been wearing a suit without a tie that had the top two buttons unbuttoned, Mingi swearing it was three if he squinted. The white dress shirt had been slightly wrinkled, the black jacket being nicely pressed on him in contrast. Mingi couldn't pull his eyes away from the exposed patch of skin, glistening from the way the light hit him. If he really wanted to, he could think of all the ways he could mark up the untouched skin.

As Mingi drew his eyes up just an inch, the leather collar was much smaller this time. It was more matte with a small piece of it disconnected and draped along the bottom of it, reconnecting at the other side of it. It was still totally black, a bit roughed up like the older had this one much longer than the previous.

Mingi let out a low moan, quickly covering his mouth as he made eye contact with the picture. It felt like Yunho was staring right at him. His eyes round and wide as he looked directly at the camera, hair disheveled in a way Mingi recognizes whenever he's finished with an intense workout. Though there was no blush, the under eye makeup seemed much more prominent, really making it look like he hardly had any energy to form a thought.

Rather than let the thought of someone taking the photo for Yunho cross his mind once more, he swiped once again, cursing to himself at the fact he was even doing this. But it's like he can't help it, feeling completely drawn to it.

Mingi recognized the outfit immediately, remembering when he visited the set where he filmed his solo music video. He joked with the older, saying how he hasn't seen Yunho in something so pristine in his entire life. Yunho rolled his eyes, pushing Mingi as he responded with something sly about how he at least has clothes on for his music video. Right before Mingi put his hands on Yunho, he was called to film.

The picture was just a regular selfie, not seemingly rushed in any sort of way but he was definitely at home on his bed when he took it. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, hand on his chest, looking as though he wanted to reach up and tug on the glossy white collar stuck to his neck. It was almost hard to see, the suit being pressed perfectly against his body Mingi wouldn't have noticed it at first glance if he didn't know what to look for.

He was staring at the camera again but his face looked fresh, like he had just taken off his makeup to settle for the rest of the night. It was the Yunho Mingi had recognized, knew all too well. Knew all of the things he was interested in and little hobbies Yunho swore were going to change his life just to drop it a week or so later. Yunho who had to make a quick joke anytime he walked into a room. And Yunho who apparently can't help but get pretty photos of himself in leather collars and leashes.

Mingi slid his hand down to the waistband of his sweatpants, pinky finger just teasing at the pit of his stomach. He looked up from his phone to glance at Yunho's room, door completely shut. The only noise Mingi could hear was that stupid buzz, now much louder that he's no longer staring at his phone. Quickly, the noises faded out as his hand dipped lower to his boxers, head swiftly turning to look back at his bright screen.

He could feel guilt and shame gnawing at his neck but the thoughts of what his best friend does in his free time outweighed it for the most part. He set down his phone onto his chest for a moment to use his other hand to pull down his sweats and boxers enough for his already leaking cock to spring out, letting out a shaky breath as the cool air whipped him in contrast to the warmth spreading on his lower half.

He wrapped his hand around his cock as he continued to swipe, thumb tracing at the fat vein at his shaft, hissing at the feeling. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Yunho, each photo so lewd and so different than the man he knew. Everytime he found a photo of Yunho looking right at him he'd squeeze his cock just to not cum too soon.

He couldn't even remember the last time he was this hard, let alone so sensitive. His hand moved slowly, not daring to go much faster as he can hardly trust the sort of reaction it would pull out of himself. He let out small whines, hopeful that they're low enough so Yunho can't hear it. Or even better, he has headphones on.

…But what if he could hear him?

Mingi let out a moan at the thought, biting hard on his bottom lip as to make sure no other loud noises come from his mouth. He shut his eyes closed, letting his imagination take over. Yunho's big hand wrapping around Mingi's weeping cock, on his knees as he looks up at Mingi with that stupid blush on his face.

He had such sinful features, Mingi could hardly believe he didn't notice it. The slight downward curve of his nose paired with pretty pink lips that somehow seemed to get pinker everytime he looked at another photo. The dark hair on him a perfect way to make him look like a complete perv. That's exactly what Yunho was, a fucking pervert.

"Fuck.. Yuyu." Mingi mumbled, finding it harder to keep at his slow pace as his stomach started to knot. His hand went quicker on his cock, tightening it just the slightest for even more stimulation. His eyes shot open to use his free hand to look at photos of the boy once more. He needed to cum at the sight of Yunho.

He swiped for a few photos before eventually coming across a video. It was very short, not even 10 seconds long but it was something that made Mingi's head completely spin once he took in the glimpse of it.

Yunho was wearing a pretty tight long sleeve, the collar stretched enough for a lick of collar bones to show. It went down into a V, two of the many buttons undone and the fabric swept to the side to show that patch of skin Mingi feels acutely aware of now. His neck had a collar Mingi hadn't seen yet. It was black which Mingi was familiar with but it was customized. Big letters framed across it that spelt out the word "PUPPY" with a little bone charm attached right in the center. The leather itself was thick, almost looking like it was suffocating to wear, piercing at the gentle skin.

Yunho was looking at the camera, pointer finger poking at his cheek as he seemed so cute. Like he was just taking a regular everyday video he could send to the group chat to double check if it's post eligible. A small smile tugging at his lips as he posed. Then there was a small flicker in his eyes that made Mingi grunt.

The flicker turned into a full fledge decision Yunho seemed to make on the spot, hand falling down to the bit of his collar that laid on his skin, pulling it open to show just a little more of his silky skin. It was matched with a wink, which Mingi truly couldn't handle.

Mingi moaned out as he felt the knot at the bottom of his tummy snap, a full tide rush running through his body as his throbbing head spewed out load after load of hot fluid. Mingi couldn't help the noises coming out of his mouth, thighs starting to tighten as his bottom lip quivered. He held onto his phone with the grip of a vice, eyes shut tight as the clip played behind his eyelids over and over again.

He could feel his chest heaving as he slowly came down from his high, mind feeling heavy and fuzzy from his orgasm. His hand felt weak around his softening cock, like he could hardly pick it up if he tried. A small whine escaped from his mouth as he felt the drowsiness flood his entire being.

Begrudgingly, his eyes fluttered open to see his phone still open to the video, the frame being a pose Mingi hadn't even seen before he came. He let out a scoff, he couldn't even hold it in to watch the whole thing.

His hand slowly moved off his cock, sighing as he tilted his head back on the pillow, shoulders shifting at the position. He could feel heat starting to rise from the back of his neck, slowly seeping into the inside of his throat. He couldn't back off the wad of something in his throat, becoming much more uncomfortable to try and swallow down. It traveled to his face, it radiating with nothing but pure heat. Then it hit.

He just came— very quickly— to pictures of his best friend.

-

Mingi sighed as he slumped onto the glossy wood floor, back pressed against the mirror even though he's always advised not to. He tilted his head back against it as he felt sweat drip down from his temples, chest heaving from the intensity of the practice. He always goes all out on practices to make sure it's done right, to get the best possible criticism from the choreographer so his footwork is nothing but perfection.

He hummed as he looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, immediate flashes of last night popping into his mind. The heat flowing through his body, pictures that seem to be scratched into his brain, and that heavy pit in his stomach he still refuses to put a name on. He couldn't help but think about the possibility of Yunho hearing everything last night. Maybe his mind wandered too, thinking about what Mingi looked like jacking himself off to whatever he had on his phone, too eager to wait till he was completely alone. Yeah, Yunho's the pervert, he would do that.

"It's the first day we're learning the choreo and you're sweating like we just ran an entire concert set." Wooyoung tossed a towel to Mingi, shaking him out of his daydreaming. The older just chuckled, using it to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"He always does that. You don't pay attention." Jongho took a seat next to Mingi, tugging at the hood of his jacket.

"I do pay attention. Just not to Mingi, he's boring." Wooyoung corrected.

"I'm not boring?" Mingi furrowed his brows, looking up at Wooyoung. "I'm just not San or Yeosang."

"Exactly, booooring." Wooyoung smiled, nudging his head to the side to have the two make room for him in the middle, weaseling his way between them.

Mingi rolled his eyes as he fumbled with the material at the hem of his hoodie, mind clouded and not paying much attention to the bickering between the younger two. All he had on his mind was Yunho. How pretty his face looked and how insanely good he looked in a leash. It made him recall times he saw slight marks on Yunho's neck, the older chalking it up to some clumsy accident that Mingi was naive to believe.

He surprised himself really, being able to focus so well on the choreography and learning it with ease despite majority of the time being right next to the one on his mind. Mingi attempted to avoid him as much as he could, not engaging in silly banter when the choreographer would give extra instructions to a member who struggled with a certain step. Refusing to make eye contact when a certain move required them to face one another. He doesn't even think he said hello to him when they all gathered in earlier.

Without thinking, his mouth started to move, "have you guys noticed anything weird about Yunho?"

"Weird?" Wooyoung echoed, tilting his head to the side in thought. "Like what?"

"I think it's weird he won't play League with us." Jongho hummed.

Mingi let out a small laugh, pearly whites flashing as he nodded. "I told him that last night! He already plays a game made by Riot Games, why not add League?"

"It's cause he knows we're better at it." Wooyoung nodded.

"But no, I mean like—" Mingi could feel that itch in his throat again, like he's dying of thirst and yet no amount of water would suffice to push away the feeling. "A weird hobby or something."

Wooyoung's eyes flashed something unreadable before covering it up with a giggle, eyes scrunching. "All his hobbies are weird."

"Yeah, he always tries something weird. He literally spent who knows how much on an accurate and nicely fitted Spiderman costume." Jongho pointed out, straightening out his back.

"No I mean— sexually…" Mingi's voice died down the more he spoke.

"You want to fuck Yunho and are worried about what he's into?" Jongho furrowed his brows.

"No." Mingi said way too quickly. "But I think he's into some BDSM."

Wooyoung gasped, hands gripping onto Mingi's bicep. The loud sound make heads turn in their direction but quickly turn back once realizing who made the noise. "He told you?! Finally??"

"Finally?"

"Do you know how tiring it is for him to call me at one in the morning to take those pictures of him when you guys literally live across the hall from one another?" Wooyoung let out a sigh of relief, hands letting go of Mingi's bicep. "Now you can do it."

"No that's not—"

"Yunho is into BDSM?" Jongho looked at Wooyoung, the other nodding. "No he's not."

"Don't you remember that insane mark on his neck last month? The bruise was completely around his neck, it looked like he got strangled. That's literally because of some freak shit he did with a hook up." Wooyoung swore, eyes wide as he told the story.

"That makes sense.." Jongho tilted his head. "I'm gonna bring that up next time we drink and see how red in the face it gets him."

"You.. Take the photos.. And have known for how long?" Mingi looked at Wooyoung with concern.

Wooyoung shrugged. "Maybe a year or two ago."

"There's photos from years ago?" Mingi could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"Well he's been doing it since we debuted. Didn't he tell you the full story? That's how he said he would do it if he ever told you." Wooyoung had confusion written all over his face. And like a light it switched. "Oh my god he didn't tell you."

"I found the pictures.." Mingi bit his lip, eyes slightly squinted.

Wooyoung pressed his lips into a thin line, avoiding eye contact with Mingi. He took a deep breath in before taking a quick glance at Jongho. He let out a small snort before finally looking at Mingi, unable to keep it in and laughing in his face. His forehead fell onto Mingi's shoulder, his own shrugging from his full body laugh.

"What— What's funny?" Mingi tried to pull away from Wooyoung but he just followed.

Collecting himself and wiping off a few tears, he looked at Mingi, "he's a real puppy now Mingi."

-

The rest of the week felt so mundane to Mingi. He could hardly hold a conversation with Yunho without having to excuse himself from it. Anytime he would invite Mingi to spend the day with him he would pass it up, making up some bogus excuse about scheduling or being too tired. But, he knew he couldn't run from the situation forever. Even if he wanted to.

Mingi stood in front of Yunho's door, staring at the little peep hole for what felt like an eternity. He was too scared to use his copy of Yunho's house key to turn into the lock, unsure if the boy is even home. He wanted to move past it, get over the fact that Yunho is into these things. Not to mention the fact he hasn't jacked off this week without looking at those photos of Yunho— but that can just be a secret. All of what he's done can be a secret.

Mingi swallowed as he turned the key, twisting the knob and pushing the door in. He quickly took his shoes off out of habit and closed the door behind him, shuffling on slippers Yunho has dedicated for him. His eyes scanned the living room, not seeing any signs of Yunho there or the kitchen. He shrugged, figuring he was probably in his room. He made his way towards it, not bothering to knock as he opened the door.

Mingi's eyes widened as he made eye contact with Yunho, face growing warmer by the second.

Yunho tried to recollect himself, acting like nothing was going on but the damage had already been done. All of those photos Mingi's has embedded into his brain was now the scene in front of him. Yunho was on his knees in front of the mirror, phone face down on the floor as if he wasn't ready to take photos just yet. His fingers were tugged into the sleek black collar, testing the resistance of it as a chain leash was attached to the middle of it. He had on just a bit of blush once again, bottom eyelids having a darker shade of pink that fades into it.

Mingi expected to not have much of a reaction to it, to not care and move from it. It had been all he saw in his head the whole week, he had to be used to it at this point. Yet it was much different this time around. Yunho had on the leather jacket Mingi lent to him not too long ago. He remembers the older just snatching it from his closet without much explanation, Mingi not really thinking much of it. This is what it was for?

Quickly, Yunho stood up and took a few steps back as he stared blankly at Mingi, trying to think of something to say. "Min? You didn't— you— I thought you were busy today. Don't you have schedules? I swore you told— you told me you did! I swear!"

Mingi bit his bottom lip without saying a word, just looking at him. He had on grey sweatpants Mingi recognizes from dance practices and no shirt under the leather jacket, leash hanging against his abdomen. He closed the door behind him without breaking eye contact. Mingi could feel the shift in himself, not wanting to let it go.

"Min seriously. You weren't supposed to know— or I mean at least not walk in on me like this. I'm sorry I—" Yunho fiddled with the buckle of the collar, hands slightly shaky as he tried to undo it.

"Keep it on." Mingi finally spoke, his cock growing painfully hard. He had him right in front of him, looking so much better than he did in photos. In his leather jacket.

Mingi clenched his jaw as he watched Yunho move his hand off of his collar, falling to his sides. Yunho's eyes wandered down to Mingi's pants, eyes widening at the bulge. He opened his mouth to say something but his throat felt dry, tongue unable to work together with his brain to form a coherent word, let alone a sentence. He couldn't tear his eyes away from it, swearing his cock twitched once he realized Yunho was staring. His eyes trailed back up to Mingi's, a small smirk on his face.

Yunho dropped back down to his knees, getting onto all fours and crawling towards Mingi. Mingi could feel his heartbeat in his throat, ears almost ringing from how aroused his entire being was. He felt like his legs wouldn't work even if he tried, eyes only watching the motions of Yunho getting closer and closer to him like a fucking dog.

Yunho stopped in front of Mingi, up on his knees now with his head tilted up to look at him. His bottom lip protruded out slightly, pressing his cheek against Mingi's thigh. He giggled as he felt it tense the second his face hit it. "You want me to keep it on Min?"

Hesitantly, Mingi brought his hand to Yunho's head of hair, fingers threading through it as he nodded. Yunho hummed as he pulled his head off of Mingi, a dark gaze in his pupils Mingi had never seen before. The look paired with his tired-like makeup was lethal, Mingi felt like his muscular thighs were useless as he fought back the buckle in his knees. His loose boxers felt so suffocating with his cock only getting heavier and heavier the longer he stared at Yunho.

"You like it Min?" Yunho's tone made Mingi almost cum right then and there. "This is your jacket you know. Is that why you like it?"

Mingi shook his head, taking his hand off of Yunho just to slide it down to the leash that was asking to be pulled on. He grabbed onto the cold metal, pulling it just enough for Yunho's head to return back on his thigh. Yunho bit his lip to hold back a whine from the sudden tug, his collar on tight enough for even the small pull Mingi did to feel like he was being choked. "I like this the most, Yuyu."

"You like me being a puppy for you, Min?"

Mingi felt his breath become uneven, eyes deadlocked onto those big eyes Yunho had. Mingi swore they weren't this seductive, the gaze so inviting and something so unfamiliar to Mingi. And yet he couldn't help but want to know more. That's all he's wanted this whole time, feeling it in his chest that it's nothing but a craving for the boy on his knees in front of him. He wanted him, way more than a best friend should want the other.

He let go of the leash and grabbed a fistful of Yunho's hair, forcing him to tilt his chin up at him, the look in his eyes not once faltering. Mingi could hardly get his tongue to work, his whole body feeling the heat of his arousal. Yunho looked so small on the floor for him which only made Mingi's stomach tighten. He pushed his thumb into Yunho's inviting mouth, the older immediately wrapping his lips around it and lapping his tongue.

"Be a good puppy and show me how you'll suck my cock, yeah?" Mingi bit his lip, feeling that warm muscle swirl around his thumb.

Yunho's eyes went half lidded being given the command, immediately hollowing his cheeks and slightly bobbing his head on Mingi's thumb. He whined around the digit, pulling his mouth off of it for a moment just to go back in while keeping his eyes on Mingi's. Truly it was music to Mingi's ears, his heavy breathing paired with wet noises and Yunho's whimpers. He could get used to this, catching Yunho being such a pervert and taking photos to get attention online, having to take matters into his own hands.

Mingi pulled Yunho off his thumb by his hair, a small pop sound following. Yunho whimpered at the loss of something in his mouth, trying to chase it but Mingi's grip kept him still. Yunho's eyes trailed away from Mingi's hand to his bulge that very obviously was looking for some sort of attention. He bit his lip, looking up at Mingi with those brown orbs the younger swore was going to swallow him whole.

"It's better on the real thing." Yunho pouted, managing to move forward in Mingi's grip, pink lips pressed again the imprint, "let me show you, please Min?"

Mingi nodded, Yunho eagerly raising his hands up to the waistband of Mingi's shorts. He giggled to himself, the loose material seemingly tight around his crotch. He pulled them down, watching the polyester pool at his ankles just to lift his eyes back up to Mingi straining against his boxers. Without thinking, Yunho leaned forward and pressed sweet kisses against the fabric, smiling against his straining bulge when he felt it twitch at the light touch.

He took his time with it, lips against the thin fabric. He started from where Mingi was leaking, the saltiness lingering in his tongue as he slowly dipped down to his shaft. Mingi let out shaky breaths at the teasing, unable to look away from the sight in front of him. His grip tightened on Yunho's soft locks, eliciting a drawn out moan from the older which only sent vibrations up Mingi's spine.

His fingers hooked at the elastic of his boxers, hardly tugging it down as he continued to kiss along his clothed erection. Mingi let out a small whine, making the older look up at him to drink in the sight. His face was flushed, eyes completely blown out with lust and something else. Yunho could feel it, the yearning of some sort. It was always there. The feeling lingered everytime they were together, both hungry for something other than a platonic love. Yet, it took this long before the line was crossed.

"Fucking tease." Mingi pulled on Yunho's hair, the older biting his lip to hold back a noise. He let go for a moment, throwing his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side.

Yunho finally pulled down Mingi's boxers enough for his leaking cock to spring out, the younger sighing of a relief. His head felt like it was already spinning, his dick so painfully hard he couldn't imagine what it would be like to deal with it if he was alone. He moaned as he felt Yunho's warm hand wrap around his shaft, stroking it from the base all the way to his tip a few times just to hear the lewd wet noises. Mingi couldn't stop leaking even if he wanted to.

The older leaned forward to wrap his lips around his aching tip, tongue circling and collecting the slightly salty liquid. Mingi felt his quads tense up at the warmth, biting hard on his bottom lip to not let out a pathetic sound. He could hardly even keep control from the small bit of contact, trying to focus on not coming right then and there. He looked down at Yunho who was already looking up at him and the sight was nothing but pure sin.

Mingi couldn't tell what Yunho was thinking, truly. He was always able to read his mind, knowing the exact words on his tongue as he opened his mouth to speak. He could tell by just the gaze in his eyes what sort of mood he was in. Yet with Yunho on his knees in front of him, half of his cock in his mouth at this point, he had no clue what was running through that pretty brain of his.

Mingi tugged Yunho's head back, lips popping off his cock with a sound. Yunho looked up at him with his brows furrowed, lips still parted. His chest revved up as if he was going to speak just to be quickly shut up, Mingi thrusting his hips forward towards his mouth, watching as Yunho's eyes immediately starting to water from the sudden intrusion.

He had no intention of stopping, a small smirk spreading across his face as he held Yunho still and used his mouth like a free-use hole. All the older could do was stay on his knees and take it, feeling the warm tears starting to fall down his cheeks as Mingi's cock reached the back of his throat with each thrust. Yunho hardly had much of a gag reflex which only made Mingi want to speed up his pace and totally wreck the vocalist's throat. He didn't though, keeping a decent pace.

The younger pushed Yunho's head, groaning once he felt the tip of his nose brush up against his bundle of pubes. They held eye contact with one another, Yunho's cheeks tear stained with fresh ones coming in as Mingi held him in position. Mingi opened his mouth to say something sly but all that came out was a pathetic noise as the older sucked in his cheeks. He could feel the knot in his lower stomach tighten from it, hands letting go of his anchor grip on Yunho. The older pulled off abruptly with a loud pop noise this time, a lewd string of mixed fluid connecting his bottom lip to the tip of Mingi's cock.

Yunho sucked in his bottom lip, eyes never leaving Mingi's. The hoarseness of his throat hit, covering his mouth as he coughed just a bit. The noise brought Mingi back to reality, everything that happened since he stepped into the room completely invading his brain. His eyes widened the longer he looked at Yunho who was still clearing his throat, seemingly unphased by their antics.

"Uhm.. I was close." Was all Mingi could muster out.

"I know." Yunho's voice was husky. "You were leaking like crazy in my mouth." Smirking, he wrapped his hand around Mingi's cock, "and still are." He stroked him a couple of times just to prove his point, the slick noise hard to miss.

Mingi bit back a moan, "I don't usually."

"Yeah? So you're leaking just for me Min?" Yunho swiped his thumb across the underside of his tip, watching as pre cum continuously oozed from it.

Mingi guided Yunho's hand off of him, the older looking at him with confusion. Mingi motioned for him to stand up which Yunho did. He let out a breath of a laugh as he rested his forehead on the olders shoulder, the leather easily sticking to it. Yunho ran his hand up Mingi's back, stopping it at the back of his head, long fingers massaging it softly.

After a long pause of silence, Mingi spoke, "did you really just suck my dick?"

"Mm, more like you fucked my throat. But yeah." Yunho corrected, getting a small laugh from Mingi as he pulled his head up from his shoulder. "We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to."

Mingi hummed, hand trailing up Yunho's bare abdomen just before grabbing the metal leash still attached to his collar. He wrapped it around his hand, eyes focused on the glare of light shining on the material.

"This one was expensive." Yunho stated, eyes drawing between Mingi's face and hand. "So it's really good quality. But it took forever to get here when I first bought it. I remember complaining to Woo—"

Mingi pulled Yunho forward into a kiss, Yunho letting out a small whine before their lips connected. The two of them felt a heavy weight lifted off their shoulders, lips sliding together like the perfect puzzle. Mingi kept a firm grip on the leash, not letting Yunho pull away till Mingi wanted to. But it's not like he would.

The essence of himself lingered on Yunho's lips, the taste making Mingi nothing but curious. He slipped his tongue past Yunho's chapped lips, both of their tongues mingling with one another like it was second nature. The salty taste was more distinct when Mingi explored his mouth, moaning at the way they tasted together.

Pulling back for air, Mingi pulled on the leash just to watch the way Yunho would yank forward just enough for their lips to connect for a second once again. "Can you fucking take off your pants so I can make my puppy feel good?"

Yunho looked at Mingi with a surprised expression. His mouth opened and closed multiple times, unable to come up with words to reply with. His hands worked quicker than his tongue, tugging down his sweatpants and struggling with his balance as he stepped out of them. Mingi smiled at Yunho's sudden awkwardness, the familiar warmth spreading through his chest. The feeling transformed into lust once the lanky boy looked at him, the gaze feeling as though he was asking Mingi "what next?"

Mingi let go of the leash, putting his hand on the center of Yunho's chest as he leaned forward for another kiss. It was much more rough this time, messy and sloppy as the two followed whatever horny thoughts formed into their heads as they made out with the other. Teeth clashed when Mingi would grin, Yunho following en-suite as if they were drunkenly connected. He could feel the fast bumping of Yunho's heart, not once slowing down the whole time he had his hand there.

Slow steps led them to the edge of Yunho's bed, mindful enough to stop right before Yunho would fall onto it. Without breaking the kiss, Mingi helped Yunho shrug off the leather jacket. The material stuck to Yunho's back more than he would've liked, making it a little harder to come off. Yet Mingi had anything but gentle hands with it, like it didn't matter if the jacket ripped just as long as it was off Yunho.

After tossing it onto the floor, Yunho pulled away from the sloppy kiss this time. "Min please.. I-I need you so bad.. Please you said you'd make me feel good right?" He grabbed Mingi's hand and guided it to his throbbing cock. "You'll touch me right Min?"

Mingi scoffed, pulling his hand away and using it to push Yunho back onto the bed. He followed, knees caging at Yunho's legs as he sat up on them just to take in the sight of Yunho's naked form.

His frame was lankier than Mingi's. He was taller and older yet Mingi felt like he was the bigger one of the two, especially nowadays. His skin was so smooth, Mingi couldn't help but drag his hand down his torso. His eyes followed, watching as his own hand stopped right before he could grab Yunho's cock at the base. He was hairless down there, not a single trace of a cell as far as the eye could see. Mingi bit his lip at the sight, the total opposite of his own upkeeping.

He wrapped his hand around the base of Yunho's cock but held it loosely, circling an idea in his head. Yunho whined at the touch, reaching forward to try and get Mingi to squeeze his hand harder but he was met with a kiss that completely disordered his action. Mingi collided lips with Yunho passionately, the two of them moaning into each others mouth at the sensation of feeling one another again.

Mingi pressed his body down just a bit more onto Yunho's, the older gasping into his mouth as he felt his thick shaft pressed against his own. He wanted to look down at it but Mingi wouldn't let him, trying to keep his attention on their lips. Even with Mingi's big hand, he could hardly wrap it around the both of their cocks completely. He slowly started to move his hand, both moaning.

The second there was contact, Mingi started leaking again which made the slide much easier. Yunho whined as he felt Mingi suck on his tongue while his hand squeezed tighter, feeling his brain starting to get fuzzy. He was over the act of being cocky, feeling way too good to cover up just how needy he had gotten.

Mingi slid his kisses down to Yunho's jaw and neck, the older's eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt those plush lips against his sensitive skin. He could feel his hot tongue glide along his jaw, Mingi moaning at the taste. The younger quickened the pace of his hand as he sucked on the pretty skin of Yunho's collarbones, making sure to leave a nice mark for makeup artists to cover up later if they decide to style him in that stupidly hot white tank top.

"Mingi.. God.. Please, don't stop." Yunho moaned, the words making Mingi buck his hips into his hand. The leash was starting to frustrate Mingi, the metallic covering up just a sliver of Yunho's torso. It was greed that consumed Mingi, wanting to see his full body. He unhooked it from the collar, gently tossing it onto the floor as he recalled Yunho saying something about its quality.

"You're such a good boy Yuyu." The words slipped out of Mingi's mouth before he could even try and stop it, receiving a loud moan from the boy under him.

"Yes. Fuck— your good boy. Your puppy. All yours Min."

Mingi could feel the coil in his stomach starting to tighten again. He was close, dangerously at that. He pulled off from Yunho's shoulders, using his other hand to keep himself up right. He slowed down his hand to try and prolonge the inevitable but Yunho seemed to have other plans.

The older spit into his hand to add to the slick mess, wrapping his hand around the part Mingi couldn't seem to reach. He used his other hand to pull Mingi down by the nape of his neck, kissing him desperately. He could feel Yunho's chest pressed against his own, his cock leaking on the olders, and now making nothing but a wet mess in both of their hands.

The kiss felt different this time. Distracted, distant even. Like it was only supposed to last for a moment or so yet lingered for whatever reason. Mingi pulled away for just a moment, eyes watching as Yunho looked down at where their hands were. His gaze was drunken, almost seemingly afraid to pull his glance away from it, like it was some dream that would slip between his fingertips if he looked anywhere else. Mingi decided to take a glance too, his forehead bumping against Yunho's as he caught sight of it.

Their dicks were pressed up against one another, both of their hands coated with their own precum and Yunho's saliva. It was nothing short of a beautiful mess, something that would replace all those photos of Yunho in his head. Everything about their whole encounter was something Mingi would have on his mind for a lifetime.

They both moaned as Yunho quickened his hand on the both of them. Mingi tried to keep up but could feel himself starting to let go, the build up of his orgasm becoming his main focus. He wanted to say something, to warn Yunho about it but his eyes couldn't draw away from how they were together. It made his brain short circuit the way it was just.. Perfect.

With a loud moan Mingi felt his orgasm ripple through him, string after string of hot seed pulsating from his cock. His eyes shut tight as his hand completely lost its grip, just around the two of them at this point. He could feel Yunho's eyes back on him, taking in everything. But he wasn't finished, his big hand still moving so fast it made Mingi's head start to spin.

He could feel overstimulation starting to kick in, his whole body feeling so sensitive at any touch. He could feel it all, the thick cock against his, wet and messy hand stroking them together, even Yunho's perked nipples against his chest. It felt too much after just coming, his cock not even having any rest time to become fully soft. He couldn't stop the loud whimpers and moans escaping his mouth, words that sounded like they were supposed to be Yunho's name coming through.

"'M sorry Min." Yunho bit his lip, eyes on him like a predator. "Wanna c-cum for you too.. 'S not fair for just you to."

Mingi couldn't respond, eyes tearing up as he felt the pit in his stomach tighten more and more as Yunho stroked them together. His hand fit them perfectly, giving the right amount of stimulation even with Mingi's hand not doing much. All he could muster out were pathetic pleas, unsure on if he was asking the older to keep going or to stop. It felt so good but felt like too much at the same time. Mingi felt something different started to brew.

"Yuyu..! I'm..! S-Stop wait..!" The younger's eyes were dazed, his mind trying to reboot but his body unwilling.

"Why would I?" Yunho watched Mingi struggle. "'S so good. Puppy feels so good. Fuck, Min."

Mingi gave up, letting Yunho chase after his own orgasm. He tried to hold it in for as long as he could, maybe attempting to run to the bathroom the second Yunho crashes but he couldn't. Yunho wouldn't stop begging, desperate and filthy words flowing from his mouth that only fueled Mingi's overstimulation even more. His whole body felt like it was going overboard. Yunho looked so good underneath Mingi, so pretty with that tight sleek leather collar choking at his throat. Pretty face completely ruined with tear streaks and his small bits of makeup completely disoriented. His eyes were blown out completely with lust, eyes fixated on Mingi's face and every single noise that slipped through his lips.

So— he let go.

He buried his face into the crook of Yunho's neck as he felt his bladder starting to empty. His face was burning up with embarrassment the second he felt pee leave his body, a low moan escaping from his mouth at the relief. He couldn't look anywhere, eyes only seeing darkness as he shut them and whimpered.

Yunho was confused for a moment, the sudden continuous warmth on his hand and Mingi practically hiding from him. Then the realization set in for him. He should be grossed out— disgusted even. But that had to be the hottest thing he's ever experienced, so much so his orgasm came rushing in, moaning as he felt it take over his whole body as he squeezed at both of their bases.

For a beat, it was nothing but heavy breathing. Neither of them moved their bodies or hands away. Mingi kept his head tucked away, feeling the leather collar pressing against his forehead. Yunho looked up at the ceiling as he calmed down from his high, letting out a deep sigh.

Then, he spoke. "I just washed my sheets by the way. Literally this morning."

"'M sorry Yuyu…" Mingi mumbled against his skin, pressing a small kiss on it. "I couldn't hold it.."

"It's fine Min. Anything you do to me is fine." Yunho hummed, using his unused hand to ruffle Mingi's hair. "Made me cum better then what I had in mind."

Mingi's head perked up, peeking at Yunho, "which was?"

"You calling me good boy again." Yunho chuckled, watching as Mingi went back into hiding.

"Would've been better." The younger sulked. "Now we're both covered in pee."

"Isn't that kind of hot though?" The words made Mingi sit up right, eyes wide.

"Laying in your best friends piss is hot to you?" Mingi's expression embodied that of a question mark.

"No—" Yunho sighed, rolling his eyes at how Mingi took his words. "Maybe a little. But, I mean the idea of you feeling so good you can't help but piss yourself." His eyes trailed down to the huge mess between them. "Making your best friend feel so fucking good he makes a huge mess all over himself."

Mingi avoided eye contact as he got off of Yunho. "Not hot." He lies.

"Where are you going?" Yunho pouted.

"To shower? Because I have sweat, cum, spit, and piss all over me?"

-

Wooyoung let out a hyena pitched laugh as he looked at the two taller men in front of him. "He caught you? In real time? Not just the pictures?"

Yunho tilted his head to the side, "pictures?"

"That's not—" Mingi let out a nervous laugh, eyes trailing to Wooyoung with a death glare. "I don't know what he's on about. I told you it was stupid to tell him about it."

"You found the pictures?" Yunho looked at Mingi.

"What? No I—"

"He was asking me and Jongho about it before you guys did it." Wooyoung gave Mingi a wicked smile. Asshole.

"You knew the whole time?" Yunho tilted his head to the side. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was! That night! But you were on your knees in front of your mirror with my jacket on and a collar around your neck— what would be the point in saying anything?" Mingi's voice was pitched higher than usual, panic rumbling in his stomach.

"Okay." Yunho said bluntly. "So which photo was your favorite then?"

Wooyoung grimaced, "I'll go since you guys are obviously done with telling me about your.. whatever-the-fuck-this-is." He stood up from where he was sat and made his way out the door.

Mingi watched as Wooyoung left, cursing him in his head. He hoped to god he would stub his toe on his way back to his dorm. Or maybe get denied by San when he wants something. He was knocked out of his thoughts when he felt a big hand on his waist, pulling him to look at Yunho.

"Tell me Min." Yunho's voice dropped an octave, leaning in closer to whisper in Mingi's ear, "which one made you want to breed me full of pups?"

Jeong Yunho is a fucking pervert.