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Dongho stands blindfolded in the middle of the room as he waits with bated breath.
This is it. The culmination of all those weeks of longing. It isn’t happening the way he imagined, but finally. Finally.
He subconsciously tenses when he hears the sound of the door opening. There’s a soft padding of footsteps against the expensive carpet of the hotel room, and even without seeing, he knows that the person now standing in front of him is the one he has been expecting.
“Min?”
The word comes out meek and nervous. Dongho swallows hard and tries again.
“Min.”
The lack of a verbal response doesn’t really come as a surprise. Of course. His voice would give him away. Instead, Dongho feels a light brush of fingertips against his cheek. An unspoken question, which he answers with a nod and a small but determined step forward.
Minhyun– no, Min. That’s who is right now, Dongho reminds himself.
Min carefully wraps his arms around him and pulls him close, as if waiting to see whether Dongho would pull away. Instead, Dongho presses himself even closer to the warmth of the body in front of him, his face instinctively finding the crook of the other’s neck.
If this is going to be the last time, then fuck it all. Might as well take whatever he can get.
He takes a deep breath before finally daring to nuzzle kisses into Min’s neck. For a split second, he feels the other tense, but then his head gets tugged back and suddenly Min’s lips are on his own, hungry and demanding.
Well, this is definitely different from the kiss they shared during the party. Back then, it was Dongho who led the whole thing, Minhyun only being a willing participant, but now it’s Minhyun– Min– who’s taking the wheel, and from the direction and speed he’s going, Dongho already knows where they’re headed.
Dongho’s hands find the front of Min’s shirt to tug him closer right as the other deepens the kiss, his tongue invading Dongho’s mouth like he’s done it a hundred times before. Dongho doesn’t need to see to know where Min is backing him towards, and sure enough, it only takes a few more steps before his calf hits the edge of the bed. He doesn’t fight it when he gets pushed onto the mattress, instead pulling Min with him until he feels the bed dip from the added weight.
Growing impatient, he tries to pull him close, tries to find his lips again, but the blindfold limits him and he ends up cursing in frustration. He just knows the guy would be smirking in amusement at his failed attempts, the same way he’d smirk whenever they were working on the project and Dongho would make silly little mistakes.
“Stop teasing,” he mutters with an edge of annoyance to his tone, and finally the other takes mercy and connects their lips once more. His satisfaction doesn’t last long, however, because Min pulls back again, this time not only his lips but the heat of his body leaving Dongho.
“Where are you going— Oh.”
Oh.
Dongho swallows hard as he presses his palm against the bare skin in front of him. Apparently, Min had taken his shirt off, and now Dongho is free to explore this expanse of firm, hot skin with his hands.
How many times had he imagined doing this? Every time he looked at that photo of the naked back that Min sent him. Every time they exchanged those steamy messages detailing what they’d do to each other. Heck, every time they were together in the same room working on that cursed project, a form of torture he kept subjecting himself to, only because that was the closest he could physically get to the other.
(And how many times had he asked Min to help him get off after one of those meetings? It’s a miracle the fucker didn’t notice what he had been up to.)
Min continues to leave hot, messy kisses against his lips while allowing Dongho to acquaint himself with his body. Just like in the picture, his frame is lean but solid. Dongho’s fingers trace the subtle contours of the muscles of his back, marveling at the way they harden and tense with every small movement.
He almost protests again when Min’s lips leave his own, but the words quickly die in his throat once the same pair of lips press feathery kisses down his neck, only to stop where skin ends and fabric starts. He feels a small tug on his collar, another wordless request for permission, and he nods almost too eagerly.
Min does quick work of undoing the buttons of his shirt, and before Dongho knows it, the piece of clothing has been discarded and his skin is burning from the trails of kisses Min is leaving all over his chest, right where the tattoos inked his skin.
He remembers that time he mentioned his chest tattoos in passing during a conversation. Min reacted quite strongly, and it ended in Dongho helping the other get off. “Payment for riling me up,” Min had said. Of course, he wasn’t the only one who got something out of it.
His train of thoughts comes to a halt when Min drags his tongue slowly over a nipple. A soft hiss escapes his lips and his hold on Min’s shoulder tightens. The reaction only encourages Min, and Dongho curses when he closes his mouth over the small nub, sucking until the flesh around it grows sore. Just when he thinks it’s over, Min does the same thing to the other nipple, and right then, Dongho realizes that he made a grave mistake in telling Min about his weaknesses during one of their dirty little exchanges. They’ve barely started and the guy is already using the knowledge against him.
Maybe it’s because his sense of sight has been taken from him, but every other sensation just seems more amplified: the dizzying feel of Min’s lips and tongue against his skin, the lewd sounds he’s making as he leaves wet kisses on Dongho’s chest, the subtle but intoxicating fragrance of Min’s expensive perfume that’s mixing with his own musky scent, the lingering taste of Min’s lips in his mouth. Behind the blindfold, he squeezes his eyes shut while Min leaves apologetic kisses all over his skin, probably littered with red, angry marks from his ministrations.
It’s too much, just too goddamn much, and Dongho has reached his limit. In one swift motion, he flips them over and pins Min down underneath him.
Enough teasing. It’s his turn now.
He immediately attacks the other’s neck, smiling to himself when he hears Min take a long drag of breath after he flicks his tongue over his Adam’s apple. Min isn’t the only one who knows how to rile someone up, and after all that teasing– not just in that moment but ever since the whole damn farce started– Dongho thinks it’s about time he has a taste of his own medicine.
His lips map the slender neck, working his way up until he reaches the small junction right beneath an ear, the one Min said is sensitive. A small kiss before he suckles on the spot, finishing it off with a hard nip. He can almost hear Min biting back a groan, and Dongho has half a mind to leave a mark on the guy’s neck — the SC President he knows probably wouldn’t appreciate it if he gave him a hickey.
So that’s exactly what he does.
A string of curses slips past Min’s lips, and to distract him, Dongho quickly lines their hips up. For a moment he’s thankful he has the blindfold on because he would have been too embarrassed to see the other’s reaction when he starts grinding his obvious hard on against him. But it seems like he has nothing to be embarrassed about because Min is just as aroused as he is, and as soon as he moves his hips, Min’s hand flies up to his ass to press him even harder against himself.
Even with the air conditioning, a thin layer of sweat forms between their skin as their bodies move against each other, rolling and grinding without a word, the sound of their labored breaths filling the room. Dongho’s head falls over Min’s shoulder, forehead pressing against the mattress as he tries to relieve the building tension in his crotch. Beneath him, Min has also grown restless, his hot breaths tickling Dongho’s ear and definitely not helping with his arousal.
“Shit. I can’t do this anymore,” Dongho grunts as he rolls off of Min, hands frantically reaching down to undo the button of his own pants. His mind is clouded with heady anticipation and it takes a few clumsy tries before he finally succeeds, but to his dismay, Min firmly grabs his hands, stopping him from doing anything further.
“Min, please– I need to–“
He’s silenced by a firm kiss, and before he knows it, his hands have been replaced by Min’s own hot palm.
“Fuck.“
The other has managed to tug Dongho’s pants lower down his hips and has slipped his hand inside his boxers to wrap his fingers around Dongho’s cock, giving it a small squeeze before finally granting him a testing stroke. If Dongho thought he was turned on earlier, now he’s aching with need.
“Min, don’t tease now. I–“
He can’t even finish the sentence because right then, the boxers are tugged down and his cock is engulfed in the wet heat of Min’s mouth. When the fuck did he even get there? The breath catches in Dongho’s throat and his head digs against the mattress, his arm flying up to cover his already covered eyes as he reels from the sensation.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.”
Min still refuses to say a thing, but Dongho can hear the words loud and clear in his head.
He blindly reaches down to find the other, tangling his fingers within Min’s hair as he works over the hardened member. He wishes he could see how Min does it. He wishes he could see the look on his face when Dongho lifts his hips to bury himself deeper into the warmth of his mouth.
They’ve talked about this moment so many times, detailed how they’d make each other feel good until Dongho could see Min’s words on the back of his closed eyelids every time he fell asleep, tired and spent after another night of having to satisfy himself with his own hand. But now the real thing is happening and god. Why didn’t this happen sooner?
Min continues for a few long minutes before pulling back until only the tip of Dongho’s cock remains in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it and driving Dongho mad. Warm fingers wrap around the rest of the shaft, stroking him up, down, quickly, just the way Min said he would back when they were still sexting. If Dongho remembers right, what comes next is— fuck.
Min sucks on the head, and Dongho almost loses it.
“Min– shit– stop.”
It takes a firm tug to his hair for the other to listen. Dongho sits up, trying to ignore the throbbing ache in his crotch as he reaches an arm out for Min, who immediately crawls over to his side.
“You’re going to make me come too soon if you keep it up,” Dongho mutters, lips leaving a trail on Min’s cheek before he finally finds his mouth. He presses a hard kiss against it, and Min only groans in response, perhaps because Dongho’s palm has blindly dragged itself down his bare torso, wandering further down only to find Min’s cock already out of his pants. Dongho almost laughs when he realizes the fucker had been helping himself this whole time. Of course he would. Of course.
Dongho doesn’t waste any time and immediately takes him in his hand. Min is hot and heavy in his fingers, and Dongho mimics his earlier actions by giving him a testing squeeze. Min shudders at the touch and presses his hips closer.
“Let’s... together,” Dongho mumbles between kisses. The other somehow understands the incoherent statement and guides Dongho up the bed without breaking the kiss. He feels the plush fabric of the headboard against his back, and a short moment’s pause passes before Min draws closer, taking Dongho’s hand to guide it back to his aching arousal. Dongho begins stroking just as Min takes Dongho’s cock in his own palm.
It isn’t exactly new, them helping each other fulfill their needs. But at the same time, this– this– is a whole new experience. It’s more unnerving, more pleasurable, more intimate than any of those times they helped each other over the phone. And to think that it might be the last time.
Dongho lets his head roll back against the headboard, too drunk in his pleasure to filter the sounds spilling from his mouth. Min’s hot, ragged breaths are ghosting over his lips, and if he tilts his head just enough, Dongho is sure he could suck the air right out of him. His fingers work faster over Min’s cock, knowing he’s probably close from the way he throbs in Dongho’s grasp.
Min’s sweaty forehead presses against his own, and a desperate moan is muffled against his lips as Dongho’s hand starts to work with a rabid, focused intensity, palm closing around the head just the way Min said he wants it. And then–
“Baby...”
It was probably unintentional. Heck, in his current ruined state, in the height of his orgasm, Min probably doesn’t even realize that the word had slipped past his lips. And yet, that one word is all takes for Dongho to completely come undone, and within a couple of seconds, his whole body is tensing and then he’s also spilling right into Min’s hand.
For a moment, neither of them moves, each trying to come down from his own high. They sit in silence as they catch their breaths, limbs tangled, sweaty chest pressed against sweaty chest. Finally, Min lifts himself ever so slightly from Dongho, his movements heavy and sluggish.
“Was it good?”
Dongho isn’t sure if he heard it right. Is his mind still cloudy from the orgasm? Up until that point, Min had refused to willingly say anything. Now there he is, whispering those words against Dongho’s lips.
He hears Min take a deep breath, and then his hands are on either side of Dongho’s face, fingers hooking over the piece of cloth covering Dongho’s eyes.
Shit.
This is it. The moment Dongho has been waiting for, but also the moment he’s been dreading. The beginning of something good, or the cold, bitter end. There's no putting it off now.
Dongho steels himself, and right before the blindfold is pulled off:
“It’s always good when it’s you... Minhyun.”