The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 2

269 🩺 𝐺𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑚 | M

Pleasure almost too much, San had to gasp, shooing him away. 'W-wait,' he choked, dragging him up the bed.

And he didn't need to explain. Mingi immediately crawled up the mattress, pulling at his pants as he did and tossing them aside. He adjusted his hips on the bed, leaving San to take the lube from the box next to his bed that he used as a bedside table, and coat his fingers in the satin liquid.

Collapsing down over his body, San went chasing his lips with his own, melting the moment their tongues touched once more; moaning into his mouth. He felt Mingi's chest rise heavily as San wrapped his hand around his member, pumping his length a few times before deliberately rubbing his thumb over his tip...

Gasping, Mingi's hands flew up, one into his hair and the other to his back; fingernails digging into his skin. 'Fuck... San...'

It sounded strange to hear him moaning his name like that; begging for more, without actually asking for it, and San found himself both throbbing, and giggling in response. 'I can't believe we're doing this. Hwa would loose his shit if he found out...'

Mingi gasped as San slipped his fingers down, teasing him for a moment before he used his thumb to rub over his hole.

'He can never know,' he said with conviction, something that San's drunken brain found hysterical.

Pressing the tip of his thumb past the little opening, San watched as Mingi's eyes fluttered shut and a soft puff of air escaped him.

'Good?'

Mingi let out a breath, biting his lip as he did and tilting his hips up. 'Really good~.'

Biting his lip, San stared at Mingi's body beneath his, and although it certainly hadn't been the first time he'd had a man underneath him, it was absolutely the first time he had his fingers inside another man...

Gaining a certain amount of bravery and deciding all he had to go on was what felt good to him, San dipped down, pressing his lips to his pale collarbones and sucking deep bruises into his skin.

Pressing his finger inside, he massaged the spots he assumed were somewhere around about where he touched himself, and to his awe, Mingi unravelled.

'Oooh, San... San-ah... ffuuuuck,' he breathed, digging his fingernails into the back of his head. He arched his back and spread his legs further, moaning his name.

And San fucking loved it. Switching his thumb for a finger, and then adding another, he curled them inside of him and felt his member throb as Mingi suddenly shuddered.

'Ughmnnn- fuck,' he whispered. Suddenly reaching down, he pulled San back up to his lips, kissing the corner of his mouth before deliberately moaning into his mouth.

And San died.

Delving his tongue to dance with Mingi's, the more he touched the younger, the more the new angle became less awkward and uncoordinated, and San couldn't help but feel a spark of smugness as the moment he added a third finger and curled them against his P-spot, Mingi's mouth opened wide, and a silent moan tore from his throat; his chest rising in a breathless cry.

'It's far easier to finger someone else than yourself,' San whispered against his lips, watching eagerly as Mingi began withering beneath him.

'Mhm- Ughhhhk... definitel- Mghmnnh...' Moaning loudly and hips starting to tilt down over him, suddenly, Mingi's eyes snapped open. 'Okay no more. Condom, fuck. Now.'