He'd only been sitting at Mingi's desk, researching things for when he would go back to work on Monday. But apparently, that'd been all it took.
Mingi had been studying on his bed...
But as a shiver shot down his spine, it accompanied a hand sliding down his back, spinning the chair slightly around.
'Mmm Yun-ah~' came Mingi's soft, tantalising voice, whispered from right beside his ear.
'Yes?' he replied, glancing from the computer screen to Mingi perched on all fours on the end of his bed.
'May I please have a kiss?'
He almost ascended. Choking on air for a moment, purely surprised, he stared at him. 'Did you just ask me for a kiss?' he asked, dumbfounded.
The whine that met his ears made him feel like it would forever be his downfall. 'I kind of want attention...' Mingi whined...
And dear lord. His heart thudded in his chest. 'Weren't you studying?' he asked, putting off the way he suddenly felt incredibly nervous.
'I was, but I kept looking at you working and I now kinda am jealous...'
'Of the computer?' he asked in disbelief.
Mingi pouted a little, looking away as his cheeks blushed. 'Maybe...'
He felt his heart fluttering in his chest, just by hearing his words. Swinging the chair back to the desk, he had mainly done it to hide his heating cheeks, and save his work on the computer before returning to him...
But suddenly, his breath was being taken away as within a split second - no warning -, his chair was spiralled around and Mingi was putting himself, in, his lap.
His eyes widened and his hands subconsciously rested gently on his waist as he stared at Mingi's body straddling his.
'Min...' he whispered, fearful that his palpating heart would give away how nervous he was.
If he noticed, he didn't say anything. Instead, he rested his arms up over his shoulders and toyed with the hair at the nap of his neck. 'We have the dorm to ourselves,' Mingi whispered.
His stomach leapt up into his throat. 'D-do we?'
'Mhm...' he whispered.
The realisation made him incredibly nervous for a moment, but all it took was Mingi to feather his lips over his, to have him giving in...
Giving in enough to hold tight onto his body, drawing him nearer...
And feeling a very specific part of Mingi hard, between his legs...
His eyes widened, staring down between them... Staring at their hips, and then at his face... 'Do you only want my kisses?' he asked sceptically, feeling his pulse speeding up.
Mingi nibbled on the corner of his lips guiltily, as his cheeks blushed a rosy shade of pinky-red. He looked so shy...
But with those fingers suddenly brushing over his ear, making his breath go hazy and his stomach fill with swarms upon swarms of butterflies...
He felt himself responding to the bump, pressing directly into him...
'Should I go back to studying?' Mingi asked softly, gently rubbing his ear lobe between his fingers.
His heart was in his throat...
Especially when he whispered the words that determined what activity they would be partaking in, instead...
'No... Stay...'
Mingi had been bold...
And so it was his turn to make an attempt.
Sucking in a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around Mingi's thighs, holding him firmly against him... And with that, he picked him up.
Mingi squealed - magic to his ears, and his laughter gave him the courage to carry him to his bed. It was a little awkward, more awkward than he'd seen in movies, but when Mingi held tight over his shoulders, he could hold him beautifully close...
And when they collapsed, hilariously messily onto the bed with him landing on top of Mingi's body, it wasn't just one soft set of laughter that spilled into the room.
'That was wonderful,' Mingi breathed, giggling as he twinkled his fingertips over his throat with one hand, and wrapped tightly around his neck with the other. 'I always wondered what it would feel like to be carried like that...'
Frowning, he stared down at his glittering eyes. 'You haven't been?' he asked, mainly in shock. It had been just about a staple constant in all the romantic scenes he had seen that had made him want to throw up, and according to tales told, Mingi hadn't exactly been abstinent before they had met...
Mingi shook his head though, tracing his jaw softly. 'Keeho never really gave me much affection...'
Idiot, he muttered to himself, a completely unintentional reaction. 'What about those other... men...' he asked, starting strong, but ending unsure...
Mingi nibbled on his lips, shaking his head. 'No... Casual sex isn't usually as... glamorous... as ours...' he said softly.
And he knew he shouldn't have rejoiced at that, because he would have preferred if no one had ever seen him naked before...
But suddenly Mingi was giggling, turning his head to the side and pressing tiny kisses into his wrist. 'If you keep spoiling me with all this affection, I might just become dependent,' he whispered.
'I'm already addicted,' he spluttered. Glancing down their bodies, his breath caught as he noticed the hem of Mingi's shirt riding up a little to expose his soft waist beneath...
And suddenly, he was compelled to reach out and touch him...
Until he was distracted by the way a very certain part of that delicate body, moved of its own accord...
'Min...' he breathed...
'I can't help it,' the brunette complained, turning and hiding his face into the sheets.
Perhaps it shouldn't have, but it amused him... 'Good...' he found himself breathing.
'Good?' Mingi asked unsurely, peeking up...
He nodded. 'For once, it's not me.' Though no doubt at this rate, he would be following close behind, very soon.
He flashed back to that one night he had been drunk as a skunk, high on Mingi's scent and kisses, and had ended up kneeling beside this very bed, with his lips wrapped around that very part of his body that was twitching beneath his pants...
He had touched it with his mouth... His tongue... Had tasted his most delicate skin, directly on his tastebuds...
And so if anything, he could touch it again with his hands...
Nervously, he reached down...
And driven on by Mingi's gasp of realisation as to his plans, he undid the button to his jeans...
Followed by the zip...
Don't be a pussy, he told himself... He wanted to, but he was nervous, and he felt himself going back and forth...
But with a deep breath, he buried his hand beneath his jeans...
And while he'd been expecting bare skin, one side of his lips smirked up as he realised, he had panicked so much, he had forgotten about the existence of underwear...
Not that Mingi noticed. His pretty eyes fluttered shut and a beautiful exhale escaped his dusky lips as his hand smoothed over him in his pants. 'I shouldn't crave this,' he whispered, biting into his lip effortlessly...
'You can crave whatever you like,' he whispered back nervously.
He rejoiced too as Mingi didn't mention that the things he no doubt "craved," were not things he knew how to do, nor were mentally prepared to attempt...
This though...
This, he could do.
Flattening his hand against his bare skin, he massaged over him, whilst still dropping a kiss against his lips and melting under the way Mingi's hands pulled him close.
'Mmgmn~...' Mingi hummed into his lips, tipping one of his knees aside. 'Yunñ...'
And hearing his name moaned moreso than called, he felt his own groin twinge. He didn't realise how much he loved the sound of his name on his tongue like that, and it drove him, wanting to hear it again...
He had no idea whether Mingi would like it, but he moved like he might do to himself, slipping his hand all the way down his length, until he could curl his hand under his body, holding him snugly, before massaging up over his balls and the bottom of his shaft...
'Mgmnñg... Yun-ahhh~' came his heavenly reward...
...
Eyes snapping open, as Yunho's head snapped up with it, he smacked his head on the tiled shower wall behind him and groaned. 'Ow, fuck,' he whimpered, rubbing his head.
He had sworn he had heard Mingi's moan aloud, but that just went to show how shamefully deep he had fallen into his recollective memory.
'Jesus Christ,' he groaned, stepping forward under the water stream and raking his hands through his sopping wet hair.
Ever since he'd come home, his mind had been filled with the countless images of him and Mingi wrapped up in his bed in ever-bravening embraces, and now, standing under the hot stream of water, breathing in the foggy air in his bathroom in which he hadn't bothered to turn on any lights within...
Not only did it remind him of their first night together, but also their most recent...
...
'Mmm~ Yun-ah please...' Mingi moaned, naked legs wrapped around his waist as their bodies moved as one; chests pressing together. 'Closer...' he begged.
Pausing and swallowing his own lust, he glanced down their naked bodies, at where the skin around his base was flat against Mingi's body. If he tensed hard, it pushed his length up and inwards, but there was only so far it would go.
And apparently it wasn't enough, the way Mingi was squirming on him, arching down...
'How do I do that?' he whispered, embarrassed to have to ask.
Mingi's eyes fluttered open, and while his eyes were dark with desire, they were also warm with adoration. 'Mmm baby~' he whispered, lacing his arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.
Lips and teeth and tongues melding together, he felt so high...
'Let me turn over,' Mingi whispered into their kiss...
And his heart was throbbing in his throat. 'Okay...' he whispered...
One moment they had been chest to chest...
The next, he was staring down in awe at a body he couldn't fathom...
'Jesus Christ...' he murmured.
'Mm Yun~,' Mingi begged, pushing back a little, no doubt in hopes he would press into him again...
But he needed a moment to just stare at him, because fuck...
Mingi was almost all fours, but instead of his hands, he was on his elbows, with his knees spread so wide apart that it looked like some kind of frog yoga pose, with his hips almost flat on the bed. Not that it was the flexibility that amazed him.
It was the fact that jesus christ, with his legs spread like that, his fucking waist looked so thin... So fucking dainty... So perfect... His pale skin was dusted with faint freckles all across his back, accentuated by a few darker spots here and there, and his sides were milky smooth and pure...
Reaching out, he delicately brushed his fingertips down his back over his arched spine, and up, onto the tops of his cheeks...
'Holy fuck...'
He could see Mingi's blushed hole, waiting not so patiently, and his ass looked almost round with his thighs spread so far apart...
'Are you okay?' Mingi asked softly, looking back over his shoulder...
He nodded, swallowing before he forgot how to. 'Mhm...' he whimpered, distracted.
Reaching down, he took his dick in his hand, the known in amongst the unknown, and pressed the tip to his hole...
'Mmm~' Mingi hummed, pressing desperately back...
But he wanted to go slowly... He had never seen anything like this in his life, and he wasn't sure how he felt...
Apparently, a part of him liked it though, as he throbbed, and he began to loose control of his pace.
As he leant forward, his shaft eased into him, and he felt every part of him peel back and douse him in pleasure...
Never ending, beautiful, mouth watering, dangerously additive, good... So, so good...
He slipped further and further, until Mingi moaned, and two moments later, his length pressed in to its limit, and he was rewarded with the sight of Mingi whimpering under him, drawing figure eights against him with his hips, moaning, and letting out the most content of sounds...
...
Seeing Mingi's thin waist, fair, round cheeks and face pressed into the sheets, his lungs opened up for a much needed breath...
And immediately, he breathed in shower water.
Choking, he coughed, pulling out of the shower stream, before collapsing against the tiles, breathing hard. 'My god,' he whispered. Oh how much Mingi made him an idiot...
But he couldn't help it...
He couldn't stop seeing Mingi's body before his eyes...
And unable to keep them at bay, another scene played before him... Brief, but beautiful...
...
'Oh god Yun please... Please don't stop... Just like that... Oh god, baby...'
Thrusting into him, feeling incredibly dirty, he held onto his hips and tried his best not to change a thing, just as per his words...
And after just a few more moments, he was blessed with the view of Mingi making a desperate last moment clutch for his discarded shirt, shoving it under his abdomen, before reaching up and stretching his arms straight above him, grounding himself against the bed head to push himself back onto him...
His body tensed, incredibly tight, and he whimpered...
A shiver tore through his body; violent, and debilitating.
And 'mgmññghñ...' came his open moans as he milked back onto him...
'Mgmñhñhññ...'
...
He felt like he needed to pant to deal with the memory.
Mingi had been so beautiful through his orgasm, and even moreso, afterwards.
But one thought popped to mind...
How does he orgasm without even touching himself?
Glancing down at his red erection, he couldn't imagine ever climaxing without touching himself. He had tried once or twice over the years, by just touching his balls...
To no success.
But Mingi... That hadn't been the only time he had come hands-free. And all he'd had to tip him over the edge, was... well...
That...
He glanced back towards his shoulder, not quite seeing over his back...
It couldn't be that bad...
Penetration...
Mingi seemed to like it... The physiology checked out... That place back there was, technically, the man's G-spot...
Biting onto the inside of his cheek, with his mind wondering how Mingi could feel so good from having him in him, he unsurely turned around to face the wall...
The water began to run down his back, splashing onto the floor, and the tip of his hard erection touched the cold tiled wall...
'Nurses give suppositories all the time,' he murmured, taking an unsure breath. 'It's not even that bad...' He's had his finger's in people's anuses before, giving medications and practising prostate exams. 'It's nothing,' he said to himself - the same thing he told patients of whom were panicking on a bed with their bare backside poking out at him.
He'd believed it then too...
But there was something about having it done to himself...
Stop being a pussy.
Taking a deep breath, he spread his cheeks a little, and drew in a sharp breath as he felt the hot water run down his spine, following his cleft and over the sensitive nerves belonging to a place never before touched by anything other than toilet paper, and a thoughtless hand washing in the evening.
'Nope,' he said, standing back upright. There was no way...
...
'Oh yes... Baby, please... Yun~...'
...
'Fuck,' he swore, hearing Mingi's moans in his mind.
Just do it, he told himself. There had to be something appealing about it, to have Mingi' body literally shaking through untouched orgasms...
Hell, Wooyoung openly complained about missing out with San, and no doubt, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had a healthy sex-life...
So what was it about the receiving part that was so o worthy...?
Swallowing nervously, he leant over a little, resting his cheek against the shower wall, selecting his middle finger, and pressing the tip to his hole...
Scratchy... Strange... Tight...
Feels like going to the toile-
His eyes flew open as he successfully pressed past his sphincter, and felt his inner walls.
'Oh I don't think this is it...' he murmured...
But swallowing, he persevered... He wasn't an idiot... He knew the theory of where the magic happened...
Though when he touched his wall, over his own prostate, he felt a nauseating jab in his stomach... His wrist felt uncomfortable, his erection still wanted its own attention, and inside of him just felt plain weird...
He let out a sharp, shaky breath, biting hard into his lip to deal with the twisting in his abdomen. Was that what they craved? That jolt from the inside of them?
He felt as un-athletic as ever as he managed to slip his finger inside to the last knuckle...
It felt strange... Uncomfortable and foreign...
And then as a cramp in his hand forced his finger to bend, it grated against his prostate...
And he bailed as his stomach twisted so badly, he felt like he could vomit.
'Yeah no,' he groaned, slipping out and rinsing his hand, letting himself recover and distracting himself by using soap to make sure...
He had not a clue what would be so pleasant about that, and so he decided to settle on "everyone has their own preferences," and left it at that.
Though...
As he lingered, putting the soap back on the ceramic holder, the hot water pelted down over his erection, and he throbbed...
...
'Please Yun, you feel so good...'
...
A moan escaped him, unsolicited, and his length throbbed in response...
'I shouldn't,' he said, staring down at himself.
His ignorant, unbothered length twitched back as though to say, I don't give a fuck.
And as his mind slipped into memories that only made him hotter, when he stepped back, leaning against the shower wall, he couldn't help it...
Mind filled with the beautiful images of Mingi tangled up with him in his sheets, he took his dick in his hand...
And for the first time in his life, he brought himself pleasure, with a sultry act, crystal clear in his mind.
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