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It starts as an accident.
Yunho’s just trying to send Wooyoung some pictures they'd taken over the weekend that he'd forgotten to send at the time, and his big stupid thumb selects a video without him noticing. It’s not until ten minutes later that he realizes what he's done, when Wooyoung calls him and Yunho picks up with a sleepy “Hello?”
“Did you mean to send me that video?”
Yunho shoots up in bed, eyes wide, panic tingling at the base of spine. “What video?”
“So no.”
“What video??”
There's silence on the other end of the phone. “Wooyoung!”
“Okay don't be mad! I didn't realize what it was until it was too late - ”
“What fucking video are you - ”
“You and Mingi. In bed. Together.”
Right. That video.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh - ”
“Your god, yeah, calm down. It’s not a big deal.”
“Did you watch - did you watch the whole thing?”
More silence.
“Wooyoung - ”
“I’m sorry! It wasn't even that long but I got invested.”
“Invested!” Yunho squawks. Mingi’s gonna kill him. He’s actually gonna kill him dead, and then they'll never get to make another video again, and Yunho had really been wanting to try that one thing - “I can’t believe you watched it. Oh my god.”
“It was hot!” Silence. “You guys are hot.”
Yunho doesn't really register the words or the tone, too busy compiling a list of all the things he's not gonna get to do after Mingi kills him. God, but he's never gonna get to go to Disneyland. He’s always wanted to go to Disneyland.
“...if you don't want me to. Yunho? Hello?”
He blinks, coming back to the conversation. “Sorry, what?”
“I was just…I’m sorry I watched it. I won't tell Mingi if you don't want me to but I really don't think he’d mind.”
“Yeah, definitely.”
Yunho’s not really present for the rest of the conversation, just listens to babbled apologies for a few more moments before hanging up in a petrified daze.
As it turns out, Mingi’s not mad. Yunho should give up on trying to guess Mingi’s next move because Mingi? His Mingi? He’s a freak. When Yunho tells him what happened, Mingi’s turned on. He's surprised at first, like Yunho expects, but then he lights up, all wide and smirky, at the thought of Wooyoung being turned on by their little home movie.
“Did he jerk off to it?”
“Did he - what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Well, did you ask?”
Yunho just stares. Mouth agape, wondering what exactly is wrong with his boyfriend and why Yunho himself is a little turned on.
“No I didn’t ask, I was a little busy planning my suicide.”
“You're so dramatic,” Mingi says, shoving a hand into Yunho’s pocket and fishing out his phone. “I’m gonna ask him.”
“What - no you’re not, give me the phone. Give me the phone!”
“Hey Wooyoungie,” Mingi says loudly, getting to his knees on the bed and holding the phone up above Yunho’s head as he types. They're the same height so he's not really sure why Mingi thinks it's gonna work, but whatever. “It’s Mingi. Did you like our sex tape? Did you jerk off when you watched it?”
“If you're gonna tell him it's you,” Yunho grumbles, giving up on snatching the phone. He's lazy. And curious, sue him. “You could just use your own phone.”
Mingi shrugs. “It’s easier this way.”
Yunho doesn't see how, but again. Whatever.
“Did he respond?”
“Yeah, he asked if it's a trick question.”
“You’re both idiots.”
Mingi ignores him so Yunho settles down, stretching out across the bed as Mingi types on his phone with a huge grin on his face. After a few minutes and lots of sinister giggling, Yunho groans.
“Oh my god. What did he say?”
“He jerked off,” Mingi says smugly, handing Yunho his phone back. “I fucking knew it.”
It’s not like Yunho doesn't believe him, but he wants to see for himself. He opens his conversation with Wooyoung, but there's nothing there past their last conversation.
“What the - did you delete it all? Seriously??”
Mingi shrugs, leaning back on his hands. “That’s the only way he would tell me.”
“It’s my phone!” Yunho cries. “And it’s my sex tape!”
“It’s our sex tape,” Mingi corrects. “And he wants another one.”
♡
It escalates quickly after that.
Yunho's not sure who or what to blame, but he's self aware enough to admit that he's a freak, and he's also willing to go along with pretty much whatever Mingi wants. He's discovered a lot of kinks he loves through Mingi, and a lot he hates. Sometimes Yunho thinks it might be weird that he's so on board with whatever his boyfriend wants, but what can he say? He’s a whipped bastard and a sappy fool. Also, really horny. Also, it’s nobody's god damn business.
Except Wooyoung now, apparently.
Yunho doesn't actually give a second thought to their weird little agreement - about which he knows no details, because Mingi’s the one who arranged it all - the next time they film. They film a lot - maybe once a day, sometimes twice. They’re both very horny people on their own, and together? Disgusting. Vile. Or so Yunho’s been told.
Mingi’s straddling his waist, holding Yunho's phone up and filming himself slapping the wet head of his cock against Yunho’s nipples, smearing precum into and all around them. Yunho’s drunk on lust, moaning at the nasty, wet drag of skin on skin, the way Mingi grinds against him and Yunho can feel his balls rubbing against his stomach.
Yunho props himself up on his elbows, whining at the way his dick is throbbing painfully and Mingi doesn't seem to want to do anything about it.
“Baby,” He mumbles, giving Mingi his best doe eyes. “I wanna cum.”
“I’m not done,” Mingi says dismissively. Yunho groans because he's a whipped bitch and it's hot that Mingi isn't really preoccupied with getting him off. “You’re the one who wanted this, you know.”
“I know,” Yunho whines. “And it’s really hot.”
“You should get your nipples pierced,” Mingi comments, tossing the phone to the side. He shimmies down Yunho’s body and Yunho scrambles for the phone so he can flip the camera and capture Mingi sloppily licking his own precum from Yunho’s nipples.
“You wanna cum all over my nipple piercings?”
“I wanna see if they make your nipples even more sensitive.”
Yunho does have really sensitive nipples. Mingi emphasizes his point by swirling his tongue around one, grazing his teeth gently over it before biting and sucking hard. The phone slips from Yunho’s hand as he whines and arches his back, fingers landing in Mingi’s hair. He feels and hears Mingi laugh against his pec, sucking hard like he’s trying to force milk out or something. It hurts like fuck and it’s so hot, Yunho’s dick leaks precum into his briefs as he thrashes around, dizzy from the pleasure.
“Ffffuck, I don’t think that’s possible,” He gasps. “So f-fucking sensitive already - ”
“Mmm, s’cute,” Mingi mumbles. He's not done yet, biting down even harder and twisting the other nipple between his fingers til it's red and sore. When he finally pulls off, Yunho’s right nipple is puffed up and slick with spit. The sight of it makes his dick jerk again.
“Make me cum, please?”
“No,” Mingi says, pulling back. He swipes a hand over his mouth, then brings a hand down in a harsh slap to Yunho’s spit-slicked nipple.
“Ow! Fuck, ohhhh fuck - please, you’re such a brat - ”
“I don’t want you to cum,” Mingi says, crawling up the bed and sitting with his legs crossed. He picks up Yunho’s phone, fully naked, and starts typing.
“What the fuck?” Yunho practically hisses. “What are you doing?”
“Sending this to Wooyoung,” Mingi says without looking up. “Calm down.”
“Calm - are you gonna come back over here and finish what you started?”
“Do it yourself,” Mingi says, tossing Yunho’s phone back onto the bed and getting to his feet. “I need to pick Sannie up from work.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole!” Yunho shouts after him, flopping back against the mattress. He doesn't get himself off, but according to the text he gets a few minutes later, Wooyoung certainly does.
♡
Yunho gets his revenge a few days later.
They've sent a few videos to Wooyoung - mostly short ones, of them sucking each other off, one of Yunho fucking Mingi from behind and jiggling his ass with his big hands.
It’s not that he's a petty person, but Mingi was really fucking mean for leaving him like that and Yunho thinks it's only fair to make things even.
He waits until he’s got Mingi naked and laid out on the bed, fucking sloppily into his mouth. Yunho always knows when Mingi’s about to cum, he doesn't even need a warning anymore, but he usually gets one. Mingi’s grip on his hair tightens and he thrusts three times in quick succession, a telltale sign of impending orgasm. Yunho waits until he hears the first part of a choked off whine, then pulls off of Mingi’s cock with a wet pop.
“Wh - what, what - fu - what?!”
Yunho leans back on his heels, smiling in satisfaction as Mingi thrashes around then forces himself up on his elbows, face twisted in fury.
“What the fuck!” He yells, but it comes out as more of a pathetic whine.
“What’s wrong?” Yunho says innocently, smoothing his hands up and down Mingi’s thighs. “You okay?”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Mingi grinds out, falling back against the bed and closing his eyes. “Are you gonna finish?”
It’s petty as all hell but Yunho’s elated as he says, “Do it yourself.”
♡
On Valentine’s Day they send Wooyoung a video of Mingi pinching, sucking, and biting Yunho's nipples until they're red and raw, then licking chocolate sauce off of them.
A week later they send a video of Yunho eating Mingi’s ass til he's crying, and two days after that they film a 69 session.
“Do you think he shows them to anyone?” Mingi asks one day, after they've cleaned up and are cuddling in bed. Yunho yawns.
“Who is he gonna show them to? We’re his only friends.”
“I think he's too greedy to show anyone,” Mingi says, poking Yunho’s belly button. Yunho grins.
“You're definitely right about that.”
♡
One day, Wooyoung meets Yeosang.
He calls Mingi immediately, gushing about the hot, buff guy he's just met and how they hit it off right away, and Don’t think I’m easy but I let him go down on me and oh my god I never want anyone else touching me again.
Yeosang is really hot, and very buff. He's got shaggy black hair and likes to wear oversized hoodies and baggy jeans, but when he comes over for a movie night a week after making things official, he gets too warm and takes his sweater off, and Yunho has to slap Mingi on the back of the head to get him to stop staring. Yeosang’s arms really are insanely buff. Maybe Yunho sneaks in a couple glances of his own.
“He's so hot,” Wooyoung whispers at one point, when Yeosang goes to the bathroom. “He can fuck me up against the wall and barely break a sweat. It’s so hot, oh my god.”
Mingi, the horny little bastard he is, goes all starry-eyed as Wooyoung describes his sex life in detail. They haven't sent him any videos since he's been dating Yeosang, and they haven't talked about it either - if they're gonna tell Yeosang, if they're just gonna stop forever. The thought makes Yunho kind of sad but if that's what Wooyoung wants, of course he wants to be respectful.
When Yunho’s birthday comes around, they get their answer.
He's not one to enjoy parties or big gatherings at all, preferring a much more intimate get together with his closest friends, which is usually limited to Wooyoung, Mingi, and Hongjoong. Since Hongjoong’s out of town for the week, it's just Wooyoung and Mingi, and at the last minute Yunho remembers to let Wooyoung know that Yeosang’s welcome to come if he wants to.
After a couple rounds of morning sex that doubles as birthday sex, Yunho’s getting out of the shower, fully naked as he towel-dries his hair. He hums contentedly, tossing the towel on the bathroom floor and walking into the bedroom. Mingi’s sitting on the bed gaping at Yunho’s phone.
“What?” Yunho asks, climbing onto the bed. He pokes Mingi’s arm. “What are you looking at?”
Mingi wordlessly hands him the phone and Yunho frowns down at it. It’s opened up to his conversation with Wooyoung and there's a video attached, with an accompanying message that reads oh fuck, i didn't ask if it was okay to send this. i got excited and just hit send, it's a sex video, don't open it if you don't want to!
Yunho’s heart is pounding like crazy as he looks up at Mingi, who still looks like he's in shock.
“Did you watch it?”
“Not yet,” Mingi says. “I wanted to wait for you.”
Yunho’s thumb hovers over the video. “Do you want to watch it?”
“Of course I do,” Mingi scoffs. “Do you?”
“...yeah, hell yeah.”
Mingi practically bounces in excitement as Yunho holds the phone between them, fingers shaking a little as he presses play. He enlarges the video and turns the phone on its side, holding his breath as he sees Wooyoung’s empty room, the camera angled toward the bed. After a few moments Yeosang kneels on the bed, closely followed by Wooyoung. Mingi lets out a little gasp, like he was expecting to see someone else.
Wooyoung whispers something to Yeosang that they can't quite hear, and then they both start giggling. Wooyoung’s in a baggy t-shirt and joggers, and Yeosang’s in a similar outfit but with basketball shorts instead. They're both kneeling on the bed giggling into each other’s mouths, and Yunho’s struck by how happy Wooyoung looks. It makes him smile.
Very quickly, it gets dirty.
Wooyoung yelps as Yeosang grabs him by the back of his knees and pushes him onto his back, tugging his pants down. Wooyoung kicks them off when they reach his ankles and Mingi makes another noise when they see that Wooyoung’s not wearing any underwear. Yeosang kneels between his legs, kissing up his thighs until his mouth is pressed softly to the outside of Wooyoung’s pussy.
“Holy shit,” Mingi breathes. Yunho has to agree.
Wooyoung moans soft and high, head falling back as Yeosang licks a long, slow stripe up his pussy, groaning like it's a fine dessert. Wooyoung’s got cutely trimmed pubic hair - Yunho knows Mingi probably loves that. He can feel himself getting hard as Yeosang keeps dragging his tongue up and down Wooyoung’s pussy, lazily, taking his time. The veins in Wooyoung’s arms pop out as he grips Yeosang’s hair, rolling his hips and grinding against his face.
Mingi’s hand darts out to pause the video.
“What - ”
Yunho isn't even sure what he's about to ask, but it doesn't matter because Mingi’s pushing him down on the bed, climbing on top of him and smashing their mouths together. Yunho yelps in surprise, completely unprepared to have a lap full of his big, overexcited boyfriend.
“Mingi,” He mumbles, wrapping his hands around Mingi’s waist to try and hold him still. “Don't you wanna finish the video?”
“Yeah,” Mingi whines, wiggling around. “But I’m horny.”
“Me too,” Yunho laughs. He really is; he's achingly hard and he's dripping precum onto his belly, and Mingi’s staring down at his dick like he wants to swallow it whole. Yunho’s kind of astonished he can get up right now, given how hard he'd fucked Mingi this morning, but. That’s part of his charm. “Let's finish and then we can do whatever you want but we can't take too long. We still need to get the living room ready, and Wooyoung’s probably gonna wanna come over early.”
Mingi whines, reluctantly climbing off of Yunho’s lap but not before getting a hand on his dick and squeezing. Yunho groans, slapping his hand away and picking up the phone.
“Wooyoungie has a pretty pussy,” Mingi says, draping himself over Yunho’s back and shoulders as he sits up and grabs the phone.
“He does,” Yunho mumbles, trying to sound normal.
“I can’t believe you ate him out.”
“Can we not - ”
“Was it good? What did he taste like?”
“Like pussy,” Yunho snaps. “Are you done?”
Mingi loves bringing up the fact that Yunho went down on Wooyoung at a party, once, over four years ago. And it had been good, Wooyoung's really sexy when he's sitting on your face, but Yunho’s not gonna admit that out loud. Not that Mingi would mind - he'd probably find it hot, but. There are some things Yunho thinks he should keep to himself.
“Press play. Slut.”
“Freak,” Yunho shoots back, and Mingi grins.
When the video picks up again Wooyoung’s still grinding against Yeosang’s face, and they can hear how wet and slick it sounds.
“Sangie,” Wooyoung moans, low and drawn out. “Fuck, baby.”
Yeosang chuckles into Wooyoung’s pussy, and god - the deepness of his voice as he starts fucking his tongue inside, it makes Yunho’s dick throb.
He wonders if they're gonna get to see Yeosang make Wooyoung cum like this, with his mouth, but then he's pulling away and sitting back on his legs, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Wooyoung moans, arms falling limply to his sides as Yeosang gets off the bed and removes all of his clothes (and he's not wearing any underwear either, fuck) then hops back up onto the bed, spreading Wooyoung’s legs open.
“He's fucking hung,” Mingi says, almost reverently. And he is - Yeosang’s cock is long and thick, almost rivaling Mingi's. Yunho wonders how he's gonna fit it inside, it looks like it could rip Wooyoung in half.
Wooyoung props himself up on his elbows as Yeosang shuffles forward on his knees, grabbing hold of his cock and slapping it against Wooyoung’s dripping pussy.
“Fuck,” Yunho mumbles under his breath. It sounds so fucking wet. Wooyoung’s head falls back as Yeosang grins down at him, swirling the head of his cock between wet folds. It looks like he slips the tip in and Wooyoung lets out a beautiful, high-pitched gasp before Yeosang pulls out, dragging the head of his cock between Wooyoung's puffy pussy lips.
“Yunho,” Mingi whimpers, and then the video just. Ends.
“What the fuck?” Yunho blurts. He scrambles to get the phone in his hands and types out a hasty you fucking tease where's the rest? Wooyoung texts back almost immediately, i knew you'd like it and then i’ll send more later
Mingi practically slaps the phone out of Yunho’s hand, and they get started on round three.
♡
Mingi and Yunho both quickly become obsessed with watching Yeosang eat Wooyoung out.
Yunho’s not really sure why, it's just a dude going down on another dude, but there's something so sexy about Yeosang. Maybe it's the way he's so confident in his abilities, and rightfully so, because he has Wooyoung falling apart with one single swipe of his tongue. Maybe it's the sounds - loud and wet, horny and nasty. Maybe it's how messy he is, the entire lower half of his face covered in slick, even his nose. That's Yunho’s favorite part for sure, the messiness.
And they get lots of closeup angles too, Wooyoung holding the phone close to Yeosang’s face as he gets tongue fucked, Yeosang grinning wickedly up into the camera. Once Wooyoung had shoved his fingers in Yeosang’s mouth, fucking them in until he had drool sliding down his chin, mixed with his own wetness. Mingi hadn't been able to have sex when they got that video, had to run off for a work thing, but Yunho had ended up watching it two more times and jerking off so furiously he'd nearly pulled a muscle in his arm.
“I don't get it,” Hongjoong says when Yunho finally tells him. They're getting coffee during one of the few hours Hongjoong has to spare, since he's always so busy with work. It sort of puts a rush on things, and Yunho’s not going to admit this but he'd written down a list of all the important things he wanted to update Hongjoong on, while he has the time. “Do you guys hook up with each other?”
“No,” Yunho says, leaning back and idly swirling his spoon around his coffee. “It’s not like that. I mean we talked about it but me and Mingi aren't interested in sleeping with Wooyoung or Yeosang. We just…like watching each other have sex.”
Hongjoong laughs and shakes his head, folding his arms. His smile is fond and it puts Yunho a little at ease - he didn't think he'd be judged, but still. It's a weird thing to tell someone.
“You guys are freaks,” Hongjoong says. “I’m glad you all have each other.”
“Me too,” Yunho says, smiling softly. He leans forward, resting his chin in his hand and just looking. Hongjoong’s cut his hair short and dyed it blonde, and it looks insanely sexy on him. He's got on a white turtleneck and has a silver chain around his throat, and he just looks so…adult. Handsome, professional. Yunho’s proud to be his friend. “How have you been?”
“Well I’m not in any weird sexting situationships,” Hongjoong says, laughing softly. He leans forward and rolls up his sleeves, resting his arms on the table. Yunho gasps delightedly, eagerly running his fingers along the tentacles wrapping around Hongjoong’s forearms.
“This is sick!” Yunho exclaims. “When did you get these done?”
“Couple months ago?” Hongjoong says, grinning and leaning back. Yunho frowns. Has it really been that long since they've seen each other? “Hey, don't make that face. We’ve both been busy.”
“Yeah, you're a successful producer and I’m an amateur pornstar,” Yunho mumbles, pouting. Hongjoong giggles.
“Can I see?”
“See what?”
Hongjoong wiggles his eyebrows. “You know.”
“No way,” Yunho says loudly, trying not to choke. “Are you kidding me? Fuck no.”
“How come Wooyoung gets to see and I don’t?” Hongjoong pouts. “Just a little bit. Pleeeease?”
Yunho bites his lip, glancing down at his phone. It’s facedown on the table. He reaches for it hesitantly, flushing under Hongjoong’s amused gaze. hongjoong wants to see one of our videos, Yunho sends to Mingi, and almost immediately gets back omg ask him whose dick is nicer!
“Jesus,” Yunho says, laughing out loud and shaking his head. Hongjoong leans forward, brows raised.
“Well?”
“Fine,” Yunho says, slamming the phone back down. “But not right now. I’ll send it later.”
When he does send the video, hours later, Hongjoong sends back a bunch of eggplant emojis and Mingi snatches the phone, demanding a more thorough response. Very artfully done. You've both got beautiful penises, Hongjoong replies, and Yunho nearly falls on the floor from laughing so hard.
♡
“And, oh my god - I love when he showers.”
Wooyoung flops dramatically back against the couch, flinging his arms out and narrowly avoiding smacking Yunho in the face with his controller. They've been playing Mario Kart for half an hour, while Yeosang and Mingi are out picking up dinner.
“Yeah I bet you do,” Yunho snorts, setting his own controller down on the coffee table.
“No,” Wooyoung insists, stretching out his legs and dropping his feet in Yunho’s lap. “Like, the smell. You know how when you use body wash in the shower and then it gets the room all steamy and just smells so good and strong? Fuck. His body wash smells so good.”
“I actually know exactly what you mean,” Yunho says, reaching for his beer. He takes a sip and hands it to Wooyoung when he makes grabby hands. “Mingi uses this one soap from Lush, something custard, I dunno but it smells. So fucking good. I get horny every time I smell it.”
“Yeosang’s smells like strawberries,” Wooyoung says with a sigh, handing the beer back. “Strawberries get me hard now.”
“And you know when you put a blanket in the drier?” Yunho says, after draining the rest of the beer. “And then you just curl up in bed with it, all warm? That’s like…that's what he makes me feel like, all the time.”
“You’re a sappy fool,” Wooyoung says, covering his face with his hands. “And I know exactly what you mean. Oh fuck, and his birthmark! It's so pretty.”
“You’re in love,” Yunho says, maybe a little tearfully. He's not drunk but he's well on his way. Thankfully there's an entire six pack waiting on the coffee table, and he bends over to crack open another can. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Get a grip,” Wooyoung sniffs. “You're embarrassing yourself.”
“Do you just want your own?” Yunho asks, snorting when Wooyoung holds out a hand again.
“Makes me feel closer to you when we share,” Wooyoung says. And yeah, it's bullshit, but Yunho grins anyway. Wooyoung’s cute.
“D’you think - ” Yunho is cut off when the apartment door opens and Wooyoung gasps, scrambling off the couch and launching himself at Yeosang, who nearly drops the pizza box he's carrying.
“Yeosangie!” Wooyoung exclaims, peppering Yeosang’s face with kisses. “I missed you!”
“We were barely gone an hour,” Yeosang says, amused, as Mingi mumbles “Someone’s drunk.”
“Don't worry,” Yunho says, blowing Mingi a kiss as he gets up and takes the pizza away from Yeosang. “I missed you too.”
♡
There are countless times over the course of their relationship that Mingi’s thought to himself, I like Yunho best like this. When he's all pink and worked up because he's losing at Mario Kart. When he's half asleep on the couch, phone falling from his hand because he doesn't wanna stop reading whatever BL he's in the middle of. When he's drooling on Mingi’s fingers, tears in his eyes as he cums all over himself. When he's happily munching on pancakes that wouldn't be edible to anyone else, face all sleep-soft and squishy.
He even loves when Yunho’s mad. When he's yelling at Mingi because he forgot the sweater Hongjoong gifted him can’t go in the washer, and it's now shrunk and ruined. When Yunho has to scramble last minute to book plane tickets because Mingi didn't check that the purchase went through, and they lose the cheaper options. When Mingi double-books because he's forgetful sometimes, and can't make it to the work party Yunho had told him about weeks beforehand.
Mingi’s just in love.
But there's something he loves extra about the way Yunho just Knows him. It hits him sometimes, small moments like right now, when Yunho’s sitting at his desk playing online with Yeosang and simply scoots his chair back and spreads his legs when Mingi drops a kiss to the back of his neck. It’s a silly thing to get all emotional over but Mingi’s heart is all warm and gooey in his chest as Yunho smiles fondly down at him. Mingi returns the smile as he works Yunho’s zipper open, pulling his waistband down just enough to get his cock out. He's still soft and Mingi licks his lips eagerly, shuffling forward on his knees and dropping his mouth open. He loves feeling Yunho get hard in his mouth.
“Gonna mute myself,” Yunho says into his headset. Mingi doesn't hear the response but Yunho chuckles “Okay, freak,” and he assumes Yeosang’s told him he can keep his mic on.
Long fingers thread in his hair as he relaxes his jaw, eyes drifting closed as Yunho’s nails roll against his scalp, cock fattening up in Mingi’s mouth. He moans, scooting forward a bit more on his knees and already starting to drool as Yunho lets out soft little noises, continuing to sweetly stroke Mingi’s hair.
♡
“Babe holy fuck, check the group chat, holy shit - fuck it, just look at my phone, here.”
Yunho groans as Mingi hops onto the bed, interrupting the nap he'd been waiting to take all day, thank you very much. He tries to force himself awake as Mingi climbs all over him, shoving the phone in his face.
“What - I was sleeping, can it wait?”
“No,” Mingi insists. He curls up under the blankets with Yunho, looking up with wide, puppy dog eyes. And fuck it. Yunho’s whipped.
He grabs the phone, waking up just a little more when he sees a video, very up close, of Wooyoung's freshly shaved pussy. He’s soaking wet and pink, two fingers slowly fucking in and out of him. And then Yeosang pulls his fingers out and Wooyoung cries out as he's slapped on the pussy.
“Fuck,” Yunho says, dick jumping to attention. Mingi giggles and snakes a hand under the blankets, into Yunho’s pants. He strokes him to full hardness and Yunho tries to concentrate on the video and not the way Mingi’s palm is rubbing slow circles over the head of his cock.
“Fuck, Sangie,” Wooyoung whines on the video, as Yeosang slaps him again. He spreads him apart with two fingers, making Wooyoung squirm.
Yeosang chuckles and slides three fingers inside, fucking them in and out so fast it looks borderline painful. But Wooyoung eats it up, shifting his hips to get Yeosang’s fingers even deeper inside. Wooyoung lets out the cutest high-pitched whine and then the camera goes black, and all they can hear is a long string of curses before the video ends.
“Come here,” Yunho mumbles, snatching the phone and tossing it to the floor. He shoves the blankets back and grunts as Mingi climbs eagerly on top of him, grinning like the evil little gremlin he is.
“Gonna fuck my pussy now?” Mingi breathes. He's not wearing underwear under his oversized t-shirt and it makes Yunho groan as he reaches around to spread Mingi’s cheeks apart, fingers brushing over a metal plug. He tugs on it, watching Mingi’s eyes roll back and pushing it back in.
“Do you wanna - I shouldn't have thrown the phone,” Yunho mumbles, giving no warning before he yanks the plug out. Mingi yelps, bracing his hands on Yunho’s shoulders.
“No, I - I don't wanna film right now,” Mingi breathes, lifting himself up. Yunho slips two fingers inside him, where he's loose and wet and ready and waiting. “I’m good, I’m ready.”
His dick jerks as he sinks slowly down on Yunho’s cock, leaking onto his t-shirt.
“Just - fuck, just like that,” Mingi whispers as Yunho bottoms out, arms circling around his neck. His breath is warm and he smells so amazing, Yunho just sits there for a few moments, feeling his weight and warmth.
“Perfect,” Yunho mumbles. “Just for me.”