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In theory, Wooyoung always knew Mingi was tall, and that he'd been in the gym a lot lately (or working out with Yeosang and San in the living room), so he was also strong and very broad. He knew this, in the back of his head, and thought nothing of it. That is, until while on stage, Mingi had held out his arms, and unthinking Wooyoung jumped into them. Years ago, Mingi would have collapsed underneath his weight. (Watch an old live where he collapsed under San's weight) But this time he held firm, spinning around with Wooyoung in his arms. And when he was set down, it wasn't just the spinning that had made him dizzy. Wrapping his whole body around Mingi, and just feeling all of his muscles and overall body made him feel incredibly light headed. And he tried not to think too hard about it.
But he was thinking about it.
It was hard not to think about it.
And he was hard.
It wasn't so weird for the members to hook up with each other, but he can't really remember ever asking Mingi. With San, Yeosang, Yunho, and even Hongjoong indulging him, he usually didn't consider outside possibilities. But after that feeling of being so small compared to him, and being manhandled around like that, made him squirm just thinking about being dwarfed by Mingi's broad body. Not to mention, when he wrapped his legs around his waist he was reminded that he and San had the same waist size. So he could almost imagine, with startling clarity, what it would be like to have him between his legs. And he knew he wanted to stop imagining, and start living.
But it wouldn't be so easy.
"Mingi ah," he said, batting his eyelashes coyly at the tall boy. He had knocked on the door of his hotel room, and was wearing his baggy night clothes with his cute freshly washed fluffy red hair. "Would you like to maybe fool around tonight?"
Mingi smiled sheepishly, opening the door wider. Wooyoung looked and pouted a bit. Yunho was sitting shirtless in Mingi's bed. And though Wooyoung wasn't exactly one to turn down a threesome, they had to travel tomorrow, and he didn't want to have to sit on a painful ass from two huge cocks. He bid them both goodnight, and moved to head back to his room, but Mingi grabbed his wrist, catching his attention. "We can talk tomorrow, ok?" He said with sincerity.
Wooyoung smiled wide, "I'd like that." He got up onto his tip toes, and kissed his cheek. When the door shut, he sighed. Jongho was resting his throat, San and Yeosang were getting busy, and anybody who watched Seonghwa and Hongjoong during their Atiny Day live, knew they attacked each other after that. Looks like it would be him and his hand tonight. Thank goodness he had a very vivid imagination. And if he came that night with Mingi's name on his lips, nobody but the walls of his hotel room knew.
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He was filming outside the bus when Mingi came over and sat down next to him, placing a friendly hand on his knee. He snapped the camcorder shut, and looked at Mingi with a tired smile. He was no less aroused seeing him. Even with the fresh eyes of a new day. No, actually he saw Mingi in a way he'd never really looked at him before. A cute button nose. A sharp jawline, plush lips, and the way his blond hair fell into his eyes was super alluring. He licked his lips, suddenly feeling like his mouth had gone dry at seeing how incredibly handsome Mingi really was. Especially with his shy smile, and crooked teeth. How has he been with this man for 4 years and just ignored all these signs staring him in the face daily? Was he really so preoccupied with others that he had closed off all other possibilities? The obvious answer here was, yes. And he felt like a fool because of it.
"What's up, Mingi?" He asked, nuzzling affectionately against his arm. Almost apologetic that it had taken him so long to come around.
"Were you serious about last night, or was that…like post concert energy?" Mingi asked while looking uncharacteristically shy. He was giving Wooyoung an out, a chance to say he didn't really mean it. But he didn't want an out. If anything, he was even more determined to get Mingi in his bed.
"No, I was serious. Why?" Wooyoung asked, tilting his head cutely. He had an arsenal of cute looks and pouty faces that could always get him what he wanted. He knew how to use his looks to get what he wanted.
Mingi rubbed the back of his neck, nervous. "Well like, jeeze how do I say this? Uhm, do you want to top or bottom, because that makes a difference."
"What? You have a preference?"
"Well, no see I am more submissive as a bottom, and more Dominant as a top."
Oh, he definitely had Wooyoung's full attention now, "Oh, then I'll bottom." He said confidently.
Mingi grimaced, "No, I think you understand. I'm really dominant."
Wooyoung pursed his lips into a pout, "Mingi, I did not admit in front of god, Atiny, those guys on Weekly Idol, and Sunmi that I liked when Hongjoong was mean to me for my health."
Hongjoong walked over at that moment hearing his name, "Did you need something, Wooyoung?"
"No, hyung. I love you." He made a kissy face at him.
Hongjoong's face grimaced, before twisting into a sickly smile, "Go die in a fire."
As his hyung walked away he sighed wistfully, "He wants me so bad."
Mingi laughed at him before coughing and getting serious again, "I'll try really hard to be gentle with you."
That's not the response Wooyoung wanted. But he couldn't argue as they'd stopped somewhere to eat, and 8 hungry boys was chaos in itself. How was he going to bring out the supposedly mean Dom in Mingi if he was too worried about hurting him or scaring him? The answer was simple. He'd do what he did best: be a fucking brat. But he had to do it in record time. Not before a concert, because dear God he cherished his ass too much for that. But he could walk by, and just touch him gently on the arm. "Unintentionally" brush his hard abdomen with his hands. Even get Yunho to goof off and dance with him, making sure Mingi's eyes were on him as he sinfully swung his hips side to side. He knew he looked good and sexy, and hoped Mingi could see it too.
His prayers were answered when before the concert Mingi slammed him against a wall, a large hand sliding teasingly against his neck before grabbing his chin in a harsh grip that made him wince. Mingi bent down to encroach on his space and whispered dangerously against his lips, "Traffic light system. What's your safe word?"
"Cucumber" he whispered breathily. And Mingi walked away, leaving him with a problem in his baggy pants.
Oh he was gonna be in a great mood when performing for Atiny tonight. And maybe he'd flirt with Mingi more on stage. You know, for fanservice. Although he'd have to be very careful when he wore his tighter pants. Dancer belts hid some, but not all if they got those adrenaline rush boners. Although he knew his fans would love it. He had priorities!
After the concert, he clung to Mingi. That way everyone knew he was off limits tonight. He'd bite if he needed to. He didn't even need a reason. And even if Mingi was all smiles and silent laughs, Wooyoung was absolutely delighted to see the beast beneath the surface.
The lock clicking and his own heavy breaths sounded really loud in the quiet of the room. He was excited, half hard in his pants. Anticipation curled in his abdomen that seemed to spread through all of his extremities, and made it buzz under his skin. He fidgeted in place, unsure of what he should do. Mingi approached him from behind, and wrapped his long arms around him, completely encasing his body in everything Mingi. He sucked in a harsh breath, feeling so, so small in his hold. Mingi pressed searing kisses against his neck, and he squirmed in his arms as his neck was always so sensitive. Plush lips smacking against his smooth tanned skin was maddening. He felt a hint of teeth, and thought he might combust out of his skin. He whined when Mingi pulled away, his breath blowing across his wet skin made him shiver.
"Mingi…" he breathed out, but Mingi slid his hands to grab his waist hard.
"I didn't give you permission to talk." He said, his voice deep and bassy. He usually tried to make his voice a little higher on camera. But here, with it just being the two of them, it was so low it rumbled. He had to remind himself to breathe. And scolded himself once again for not realizing the untapped potential in sleeping with Mingi. He merely whined, almost feeling dizzy from how Mingi's large hands nearly encased his entire waist. "I'm trying to keep myself in check for you, Wooyoung." He said softly, licking the shell of his ear.
"If you want to do something for me, then you should just go ahead, and give me everything." He said breathily. The grip on his waist increased, almost bruisingly so. It seemed to wring a strangled moan from his throat. Even as the hands moved up to slip under his shirt, it almost felt like they had seared against his skin, leaving almost a phantom touch there. Big hands, rough palms smoothed against his firm abdominals and his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. He went nearly boneless, letting himself rest against the broad and firm chest of Mingi, letting him stroke against his body. It was driving him crazy, and they hadn't even started yet.
His shirt was lifted up over his head, tossed to the ground, and goosebumps raised on his body in the cool air. He felt like Mingi was appraising his body, he felt uncharacteristically shy, feeling like eyes were raking all over him. He felt like lava replaced his blood, and he was being burned from the inside. Especially when Mingi grabbed him and spun him around. His eyes drifted up, and he was drawn in by his intense gaze. Pupils blown wide, full of desire. Desire for him. Finally, Mingi leaned down and pressed their lips together in a kiss. It sent his head spinning, those plush soft lips pressed against his own felt so nice. And when a tongue licked across the seam of his lips, he parted his lips, humming, pleased. Their tongues twisted together, and the taller one took control of the kiss quickly, dominating his mouth, and licking over every inch he could touch with his wicked tongue. He felt a warm hand press into the small of his back, pulling him closer, flush with Mingi, feeling his hard cock against his abdomen. It made him moan wantonly from his nose. Reluctant to pull away, but wanting so much more, he slipped his hands under the hem of Mingi's shirt to press his palms against his firm abdomen.
It's one thing to see it. It's one thing to touch it teasingly over his shirt. It's another to actually experience feeling those hard muscles under your palm. Defined ridges he could slide his fingers over. He pulled away from the kiss, already feeling breathless. He tugged on his shirt with a pout.
Mingi chuckled, "You want me to take my shirt off, little foxling?" He asked, sliding his big hand across his cheek, making him lean into the contact.
"I'd like to be naked." He said honestly.
"We can do that." Mingi said, grabbing onto his sweatpants, and yanking them down. Mingi moved down fluidly onto his knees, pressing hot kisses to his thighs as he pulled Wooyoung's sweatpants all the way down. He maneuvered his feet to pull them off, tossing the fabric to the side. The kisses turned to sucking and sharp bites, and he moaned at the pain. He liked having reminders of trysts, hickies, bruises, sore muscles. It was all reminders of a fun night. And with Mingi sucking marks into his thighs, he was pleased, sure he'd want to remember this night for a long time.
Mingi's fingers curling into the band of his boxers brought him out of his thoughts. He wanted to reflexively grab his hands to stop him, his fingers twitching, but he held still. He was already hard and straining in his boxers, and the cool breeze hitting his hot skin made him suck in a sharp breath. He felt a little embarrassed, his dick hard and eye level with Mingi and yet the taller one was looking at his face, looking for any uncomfortable looks, but receiving none as he moved his legs. Then tossing the fabric to join the rest of his clothes. He was bare, completely naked, and felt shy as Mingi looked him over again. His full chest with a swell of muscles, softly defined abdominals, slim waist and hips, and muscled thick thighs but his embarrassment quickly moved to the wayside as his dick was licked gently. He jolted, a moan on his lips that became louder as the head of his cock was sealed between Mingi's plush lips. His mouth was hot and wet, tongue expertly swirling around the head, pulling off with pop before diving back in to take him deeper. His thighs trembled, the build up to this moment made his nerves feel alight.
He buried his hands in Mingi's blond hair, curling his fingers into the strands. Not demanding or pulling, just resting there. Something to hold, to keep him grounded when he felt like he could rocket off into the stratosphere. His ass and thighs were gripped roughly with big hands. Almost possessive and desperate. Despite the pleasure and moans coming from him, he swiped his tongue over his lips, trying to unstick his tongue and make it work, "M-mingi. Can we - can we get your clothes off too. I want to touch you."
Mingi pulled off with a pop, and looked up into his eyes, "I'm fine right here." He said with a smirk that made his heart beat increase.
"But - but I want," he cut off with a sharp cry. His outer thigh smacked painfully.
"You take what I give, and don't argue, brat." He growled.
Oh, oh so it was like that. He had a choice to make, be a brat and possibly get what he wanted in a painfully pleasurable roundabout way, or be a good boy, and take the pure pleasure coursing through his body from that sinful mouth.
"But Mingiya." He whined, making his choice.
Mingi's eyes narrowed dangerously, gripping Wooyoung's thighs painfully, "I'm giving you a chance," he said low, dangerously, "Be a good boy."
Wooyoung was never one to follow instructions. He knew what he wanted, what he craved, and what he needed. He gripped harder onto Mingi's hair, pulling his head back with a cute pout, "Please, Mingiya."
"Wrong answer."
Mingi raised up to his feet, and Wooyoung was startled again about how very tall he was. Like, yes Mingi and Yunho stood on opposite ends when they lined up, as the two tallest, like bookends. They were both very tall. But to be on the opposite end of Mingi's hard stare as he's raised to his full height — it didn't frighten him, though it probably should; no it made a tremor of arousal work down his spine. The little shiver so minute, but caught by Mingi's watchful eyes. His features curled into a smirk before grabbing Wooyoung, and hauling him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. He squealed, wiggling and squirming to get the painful dig of Mingi's broad shoulder out of his stomach. He was unceremoniously dumped into the bed and he sat up quickly, braced for impact of a big body, but it never came. No, Mingi was pulling off his shirt, and the sight made saliva pool in his mouth, making him swallow hard.
Mingi's body was hard. Long, lean, and sexy. A small, barely there waist, going up and broadening into a full chest and wide shoulders. Like an upside down Christmas tree. He was shaped just like San, but people didn't see it because of his height. His abdominals were hard, and he wasn't afraid to show them off. Well, maybe that wasn't the right word. Off stage, Mingi was shy, but he came alive on stage. Wild, like a rampaging fire, growing with the cheers of their fans. Unbuttoning his shirts, flaunting himself like a god of rap and sex. Mingi was in his element on stage, making fans scream, and his members laugh. He was electrifying, you couldn't take your eyes off him, and even more he was sexy. Wooyoung wore low cut tops and body chains on stage, but Mingi's clothes left little to the imagination. His pants are tight, to show off his tight ass, and most of all his big cock. It was no secret that Yunho and Mingi were big, but Mingi was really letting it all out. He knew what their fans, what his members could see, and he grabbed it, driving everyone crazy. And even in his baggy pants, Wooyoung could see it right now, hard. The self control he had was astounding. Wooyoung was hard, squirming, needy. Craving those big hands on his body, and searing themselves onto his skin and Mingi looked nonplussed. It seemed almost unfair.
He watched as Mingi walked over to his pile of clothes, and gulped as he pulled the scarves/bandanas out of the pockets. The smile on his face was dangerous and predatory.
"What do you p-plan to do with those?" He asked as Mingi climbed into the bed and towards him, every bit of the wolf he called himself.
"Give me your hands, Youngie." He said, not even bothering to acknowledge he had asked a question.
He didn't like that, bringing his hands reflexively up to his chest in a defensive posture. He wasn't scared, worried or unwilling. It was an act, to make Mingi work for his obedience. The inside of his thigh was slapped harshly, blooming red immediately with Mingi's big handprint, and he whined holding his arms out, wrists pressed together. He bit down on his lip to contain his moans, but his dick throbbed, and his breath was fast and ragged.
Mingi looped the scarves around his wrists, tying them tight, but not hard enough to cut off blood flow. Apparently, Mingi was well versed in these things. He even wiggled his fingers between his skin and the ties just to make sure there was wiggle room. Jokingly, Wooyoung wiggled in the restraints with a pout. "Mingi is so mean to me."
Mingi gripped his chin hard, tilting his head up, like baring his neck to a wolf, "I haven't begun being mean, Youngah." He swiped his thumb over his bottom lip.
Wooyoung chased the digit with his tongue, but his eyes went wide when two long thick fingers pushed into his mouth, pushing down on his tongue. He moaned around the intrusion, twisting his tongue between the digits. He looked up at Mingi with big pleading eyes as he sucked enthusiastically.
"So desperate to get something in your mouth. Is that right, whore?" He asked cruelly, fucking his fingers into his mouth, uncaring if Wooyoung made gross gagging noises.
The degrading tone and words made his eyes flutter shut, and forced a moan out of his nose. He was embarrassed to be acting so wanton, but he was needy. He could be good if he tried, really. He sucked the fingers dutifully, taking the abuse of the long fingers in his throat.
He whined when the fingers pulled free from his mouth, sticky strings of his saliva connected his lips to Mingi's shiny fingers. He wiped his fingers off on his cheek, and he grimaced.
Mingi cooed condescendingly at him, and it made heat flare up in his abdomen, and his cheeks burned in embarrassment. That just made his cock even harder.
Mingi pushed him back, and climbed off the bed. He hooked his thumbs into his pants, wiggling the fabric down his long legs. Slowly, teasingly, like Wooyoung wasn't desperate to at least see his cock. Like he didn't want to see it, and maybe get it in his mouth. At the very least. He watched as Mingi kicked the fabric off to join the growing pile, and he clenched his fist in the restraints. Did he mention Mingi's thighs were, or at least should be a national treasure? They were thick, muscled, and very strong. Wooyoung had no idea what Mingi could crush between his thighs, but he hoped it could be him. He was willing.
"Get on your knees at the end of the bed." Mingi said, his voice firm and leaving no room for protesting. Wooyoung could probably raise a protest, but he was getting tired of waiting. He got onto his knees on the edge of the bed. Mingi was kind enough to hand him a pillow to save his knees, minimally. He watched as Mingi pulled his boxers off, cock hard and hanging heavy between his legs. He licked his lips in anticipation. Mingi came and sat on the bed in front of him. He looked at him with his pleading eyes again, but the taller just grabbed his cheek delicately.
"How are you doing?" Mingi asked with a soft voice. No sneer, no rumbling commands, just a question. Wooyoung had to blink a few times before remembering they were in scene. Mingi was checking on him. He leaned into his hand, nuzzling affectionately before giving him a smile.
"I'm great. You can be rougher." He said truthfully. He wanted to be ruined the moment Mingi had said he was very dominant. It's why San in certain situations, or Hongjoong all the time, were his favourite members to sleep with. They were mean, and he liked it. To empty out his head and not worry. To hit that fluffy cloud of subspace, and come down in a fit of a good cathartic cry. That was his stress relief. Mingi leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against the crown of his head. In the blink of an eye that heavy and intense face was on him again, like flipping a switch. And he too slipped back into character, eyes wide and pleading.
Mingi grabbed the sides of his mouth, squeezing them and making his lips pucker. "Open up, tongue out." Mingi said. Wooyoung followed orders, giving Mingi his best sultry bedroom eyes, while opening his mouth and letting his tongue loll out. He was hoping to be fed Mingi's cock. Instead, Mingi spit into his mouth. Oh, that was filthy. And pleasure skittered across his skin. To be treated like that made heat erupt all over his skin. He kept his mouth open, he knew how to be a good boy. He knew he was right when Mingi gave a pleased smirk and grabbed his cock, resting it against his tongue. God, just sitting there he could already tell it was heavy, and he knew it would stretch his mouth in the best way.
"Well, go on. Acted like such a desperate slut to get what you want, and how your too dumb to know what to do." Mingi growled.
Wooyoung quickly wrapped his mouth around Mingi's cock, holding eye contact even as his vision swam with tears as he tried to take him farther and farther into his mouth. His jaw already ached at the stretch, trying to let his tongue do all the work, and keep perfect suction. He choked, pulling back a bit, And deflated a bit when Mingi gave a self suffering sigh. He wanted so badly to please him, but he also didn't want to choke himself too badly. He tried again, going a little farther, but the same result. He looked up at Mingi, tears spilling down his cheeks. Mingi looked bored, the only indication this was affecting him at all was his cock pulsing in his mouth
"I have to do everything for you don't I? Useless slut. You're just a fuck toy arent you?" Mingi said while winding his hands into his red hair. He closed his eyes, knowing what was coming, feeling hot. "Smack my thighs if it's too much." He heard Mingi whisper. It was his only warning before his hair was tugged so hard, his scalp burned. He was forced down on Mingi's cock, and it invaded his throat, pounding against the back of it as he was guided by his hair and essentially skull fucked. His brain fuzzed over, mouth dropping slack as he was used like a toy. Just a Fleshlight for Mingi's pleasure. Mingi pulled him down, holding the back of his head, as his nose brushed against his neatly trimmed pubes. He couldn't breath, struggling. A hand slid down his throat, grabbing it.
"I can feel my cock in your throat. What a good fuck toy." He pulled the back of his hair, pulling him off his cock.
Wooyoung panted for air, mouth open, tongue still out, eyes glazed over and completely gone. Mingi spit on his tongue, the saliva sliding off his tongue and dripping down between his pectorals. Mingi moaned at how debauched Wooyoung already looked, and slid his cock back into his willing mouth.
It felt so good to be used like this. Head empty, only Mingi's cock and his pleasure. Before he even realized it, or could stop it, his abdomen tightened, his eyes rolled back, and he gave a long moan around Mingi's cock, coming on the taller boy's feet.
Stunned, Mingi pulled him off his cock as he panted for breath. He looked at the puddle of semen, and gave a disbelieving laugh. "You're such a slut you came from sucking my cock."
Wooyoung licked his lips, still panting for breath "I'm sorry. I didn't mean…" he was cut off by a sharp smack echoing through the room. His cheek stung from the impact. It was already red and felt hot. He inhaled sharply, more tears spilling down his cheeks.
"That's for lying. You wanted to come, so desperate you can't even wait for permission."
It wasn't true and he wanted to argue, but he bit on his tongue, knowing better. Even if the pain and degradation was already making his sensitive cock twitch and try to get hard again. It's like all of his buttons, his turn ons, were being pressed at once, overwhelming and oh so hot.
"I think you need a punishment."
What?
His world tilted and he was thrown stomach down on to the bed. Before he could even give a protest, a large hand cracked down on his ass, and he jolted. Shamefully moaning at the pain lighting up in his system. Mingi continued to abuse his ass, hurling insults, and degrading him further. His brain blissed out as he cried. Overwhelmed, overstimulated. His cock already hard, and trapped between the bed and his body. He sobbed into the sheets, restrained arms slipping out from under his chest, and going above his head. He manipulated his body, moving like water to get his knees under him, back arched, ass in the air. He hissed as Mingi rubbed his palms over his abused ass, the flesh already raw and sensitive, but he loved it. The touch was like electricity over his skin. He was torn between asking for more, and it being enough. The painful overstimulation morphing into pleasure.
His blissed out brain picked up the sound of cap. A long finger rubbing over his hole before pushing in, deep. Holy shit, his fingers were so long. Twisting expertly, coating his insides, preparing him. He was more than ready, Mingi was so big. His cock throbbing, ready to pound into his insides, and he wanted it. A part of him wanted to beg, to feel the stretch and burn as his cock shoved his insides to the side to burrow into him. But the more rational side of his brain was grateful, eyes rolling back when another long finger pressed into him. They pulled at his rim, rolling and twisting inside of him, stretching his insides out. He pressed his forehead to the bed, sweat sliding down his neck. He rolled his hips back, seeking more until a hand grabbed his hip, squeezing tight, almost painfully.
"Take what I give." Mingi said, his voice strained, but warning. It was taking everything in him to prep Wooyoung fully.
The red head was eternally grateful to Mingi having more wherewithal than him at the moment. It was the sign of a good Dom. To not just give him what he thinks he wants. Subs blissed out in subspace lose their sense of self preservation, chasing pain and pleasure as they blend into one. And even though outwardly he was pouting, he knew tomorrow he'd be grateful.
Three fingers, four, he was losing track, losing time, losing his sanity. Pleasure rolling through him, deep filling strokes that made him shiver as long fingers barely brushed over his prostate. He felt full, it felt good, but not quite enough. Standing at the precipice of an orgasm, but unable to leap into the pool of pleasure. Unable to ride the cresting wave of bliss. It was right there, but out of his reach. He heaved for breath, sobbing into the sheets. Bound hands clinging to the sheets in a desperate yet futile attempt to ground himself, despite already slipping into a headspace where he was completely gone.
The fingers pulled free from his ass, and he whimpered. Now he was empty, desperately clenching around nothing. But he didn't have to wait long. The lube cap snapped open, then closed. Soon, Mingi's fully lubed cock was pressing against his hole. He pressed forward firmly, but slowly, and Wooyoung groaned at the feeling. There was that familiar burn and stretch, and he clenched his jaw at the feeling. Inch by mind melting inch pressing further and further into his body. Stretching him obscenely. Breath stolen from his lungs, heaving like he couldn't get enough oxygen. Like every free space in his body was full of Mingi's big cock. It took what felt like an eternity for Mingi's pelvis to be flush with his ass.
Big hands squeezed his hips and ass reassuringly, almost sweetly. Mingi was waiting until Wooyoung could recover, if he ever would from feeling this full. But soon, he was able to regulate his breathing. Able to breath without feeling like his lungs were occupied with cock. Mingi's cock felt comfortable and welcome into his body, and he clenched down, grinning triumphantly when Mingi gave a choked off moan. Paying him back with a harsh slap on his ass, and his hips kicked back. That was it. Mingi started up a brutal pace, pulling out until just the head remained, before sliding the shaft deep back into him. If not for the hands holding him raised up, he would have gone limp on the bed. His whole body seemed to pulse in pleasure. Sending him deeper and deeper into bliss as he was fucked like a ragdoll. Mingi using his hole as a means to get off. He sobbed, overwhelmed with pleasure. The thrusts punching moans and grunts out of his mouth, unable to do anything else.
Mingi jerked his body up, pressing his back against his firm chest. Moaning and panting in his ear. His tones were deep, and it made him shudder. Mingi's hands reached down, untying his hands, but grabbing his wrists, pushing them against his abdomen. Under his fingers he felt it. Every strong thrust caused a little bump of his cock head in his abdomen. His toes curled, and he fought not to come on the spot.
"Feel that? Feel how deep I am in your slutty body?" Mingi panted in his ear, driving him crazy.
"So deep I might knock you up." He growled.
Well, that's a kink he didn't know he had. He went boneless, tongue lolling out, drool sliding down his chin.
"Oh? Do you want me to breed you baby? You wanna stay pregnant for me?" Mingi asked, hands sliding up his chest, up to his throat, and squeezing at the sides. Not hard, he could still breathe, but it made his head rush.
Mingi's thrust increased impossibly faster, fucking into him even harder. This was doing something for him too, even as Wooyoung babbled some form of agreeance. Unthinking. Wanting to be round with his baby and pregnant. (Logically, they knew it was impossible but this headspace for them both took over completely.)
"Come for me, baby. Come on just my cock." Mingi purred deeply in his ear, letting his throat go, causing blood to flow back into his brain.
His eyes rolled back, stars bursting behind his eyelids as he came hard, moaning so loud he almost screamed. Losing consciousness as he felt warmth in his abdomen, and heard Mingi's deep rumbling moans in the distance.
When his eyes fluttered open and he came to, he was laying against Mingi's chest. He wasn't sticky or sweaty, so Mingi must have cleaned him up. Shyly he looked up, Mingi putting his phone down at feeling movement.
"Hey. How are you?" He asked, brushing red hair out of his eyes.
"I'm great." He croaked, throat abused and raw from all the sounds he made. Mingi helped him sit up, holding a water bottle with a straw in it to his lips, encouraging him to take a drink. He wet his lips with his tongue. "Really great. Sore, but otherwise fantastic."
Mingi smiled, relieved. "Good. I was worried I hurt you or scared you."
Wooyoung chuckled, too tired for a full laugh. "Talk to me in the morning. I'd love a repeat performance." He snuggled back into Mingi's chest.
Mingi shook his head. He couldn't believe Wooyoung could be so shameless, and yet it was so on brand. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, happy if Wooyoung was happy.
And Wooyoung was very happy. Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd get birthday sex like this too.