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Mingi is watching porn in the living room when Yunho gets home.
It’s not like…the weirdest thing in the world, not for them. Yunho’s gotten a lot closer to Mingi in the almost-year that they've been living together, and he's learned a lot of things about his roommate through experience. If there's one word Yunho would use to describe Mingi, it’s shameless. Utterly shameless, uncomfortably blunt, and strangely guileless. It's actually oddly endearing, and it makes Mingi watching porn on the very public living room couch really not that weird.
He looks up when Yunho enters the apartment, still a bit out of breath from teaching dance for the past seven and a half hours, still kinda sweaty, a bit sore and just gross in general. He needs a shower. But he blinks when he hears moaning and slick noises and - gagging, maybe? Mingi just turns the volume down a little and smiles up at Yunho. He's stretched out on the couch in a t-shirt and sweats, and Yunho snorts to himself when he sees that he’s not even fully hard. At most he’s got a half-chub going - and that's something Yunho’s learned to recognize over the months, as well. The states of Mingi’s erections, not that either of them have ever acknowledged or done anything about it. Some people can tell when their roommate is overstimulated or about to have a meltdown, Yunho can tell when his roommate is fully hard or not. It is what it is.
“Having fun?” Yunho asks, setting his bag down on the kitchen table. He pulls a bottle of blessedly cold water from the fridge, tipping half of it down his throat before breathing again. Mingi shrugs, sitting up with his legs crossed. He rests an elbow on one knee and taps his fingers against his chin, lips turned down in a slight pout. “Or not?”
“I was watching deepthroat videos,” Mingi announces, locking his phone and leaning back against the couch with his arms crossed. “And I realized I’ve never had my face fucked. It’s not fair.”
Yunho’s eyes widen as he brings the water bottle to his lips again. He blinks, feeling much warmer than he had a second ago. Here’s a perfect example of Mingi’s kind of infuriating lack of guile. Coming from anyone else it would sound like a come-on, or like he was trying to make Yunho horny or something. But no, Mingi’s just genuinely upset that he's never had his mouth fucked. Which is a great loss, if you ask Yunho. With those lips - okay. He takes a drink, hoping his flush can be attributed to work.
“My condolences?”
Mingi gives an exaggerated pout and huffs, the force of it flipping up the hair hanging over his eyes. He shrugs and opens his phone again.
“It’ll happen one day. Wanna order something for dinner?”
“Sure,” Yunho says with a laugh. “I’m gonna shower, though.”
“Okay,” Mingi says, not looking up from his phone. “Think of what you want while you're in there.”
Yunho’s glad Mingi’s not close enough to hear his tiny intake of breath at those words. He knows what Mingi meant, but the implication - god. Dirty thoughts, go away.
Yunho takes a relatively quick shower; washes his hair and his body, maybe gives himself a couple quick strokes since someone put the thought of deepthroats and face fucking in his mind.
He wraps a towel around his waist and stares at his foggy reflection in the mirror, the pale pink of his hair. It was a lot more pigmented when he first dyed it a month ago, but he actually thinks the light pink looks good on him.
Mingi's still on the couch when Yunho comes back out, but now he's got a glass of wine sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He looks up when Yunho enters the room and his gaze drags slowly from the top of Yunho’s head down to his toes. Yunho looks away, toying with the hem of his t-shirt for a second before joining Mingi on the couch.
“Pizza sound good?” Mingi asks. “From that one place with the good tomatoes?”
“Sure,” Yunho says, turning on the TV. He puts on some random cooking show, curling up against the arm of the couch. It hits him suddenly how hungry he is; Mingi could have suggested a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and Yunho would have been satisfied. He just wants to eat.
“Okay, I ordered it,” Mingi says. He doesn't ask what Yunho wants but they've done this enough that he doesn't need to. “Have you ever had your face fucked?”
Yunho chokes on nothing, thumping himself on the chest and coughing a few times. Mingi just watches him with wide, interested eyes.
“I - ” Yunho doesn't know what to say actually, because he's had his face fucked plenty of times, and he's fucked other people's faces as well. Plus, he's not sure he's the kind of person who can have a discussion like this without getting horny. It doesn't help that Mingi’s innocent curiosity is really attractive. Hell.
“You don't have to say,” Mingi says, leaning back against the couch again. “I was just curious.”
“I have,” Yunho says. He rolls the remote between his fingers, just for something to do. “Had my face fucked.”
“Did you like it?”
Yunho ducks his head, heat rising in his cheeks. He clears his throat. “Yeah, I like it. I like, um, giving head in general. But face fucking is nice, it’s hot.”
“Do you like having your face fucked or fucking someone else's face more?”
“I - I don’t know,” Yunho says, shifting a little bit. He's not hard, not yet anyway, but he's still…he feels sort of. Tense. Tight. Fuck. “I like both equally, I guess.”
“Would you wanna fuck my face?”
“Jesus - Jesus, what - ”
Mingi's smiling a little as Yunho chokes again, reaching out to grab the wine off the table just to have something to try and soothe his throat. He takes a big gulp, fingers tight around the glass. Mingi looks amused but mostly just earnest, eyes all wide and shiny. Yunho glances down to see that - yeah. Okay. Mingi’s hard. Finally, huffs a voice in the back of Yunho’s mind. Who asked you! Yunho wants to respond.
“Sorry,” Mingi says, tapping his fingers against his knees. “Is that weird of me to ask?”
“Maybe,” Yunho says slowly. “I mean, it's - I guess not. I don’t know! It - it depends who you ask.”
“I’m asking you,” Mingi says, tilting his head to the side. “Is it weird?”
“Yeah,” Yunho says quickly. “It’s really weird, actually. But I don’t mind.”
“You don’t?” Mingi says, scooting forward to perch on the edge of the couch cushion. “Can we?”
“Right now?” Yunho asks. What the fuck is happening? What?
“Yeah, if you want. I really wanna try it.”
“Okay,” Yunho says dumbly, because he doesn't know what else the fuck to say. He's glad he just showered. Mingi claps - he actually claps and bounces up and down, then shoves the coffee table back so he can drop to his knees and shuffle forward on the floor, settling between Yunho’s legs.
“Are you already hard?” Mingi asks, placing his hands flat on Yunho’s thighs. “That’s hot.”
“I - yeah,” Yunho mumbles, unsure what to do with his hands. Mingi’s so eager and seems so calm too, like this is normal. Like this is something they do every day. And it’s not, just to be clear. It’s most definitely not. Yunho wonders if Mingi’s asking because he wants to do this with Yunho specifically, or if he'd ask no matter who he lived with.
“Me too,” Mingi says cheerfully. He reaches for Yunho’s waistband but hesitates, blinking. “Wait, can I?”
“Yeah,” Yunho says breathlessly. He's so fucking tense, his shoulders feel all tight and he's so wired up. Is this really happening? “Yeah but if - if you wanna do - um, that, I should probably be standing up.”
Mingi blinks again, tilting his head to the side.
“Good point,” He says, nodding. He slaps his hands against Yunho’s thighs and pushes himself to his feet. “Could we do it against the wall?”
Mingi’s definitely trying to kill him.
Yunho was absolutely already hard but his dick jerks and throbs a bit at the question, the way Mingi’s so ready to have his mouth stuffed full.
“Sure,” Yunho croaks, getting slowly to his feet so he doesn't pass out from sheer horniness. Mingi’s already walking over to the wall that connects the living room to the kitchen, where he drops to his knees and smiles happily, licking his lips.
Yunho follows and stands there awkwardly, debating how naked he wants to get. He's struck with the image of himself standing there with his pants around his ankles and shudders, settling on pulling his waistband down below his balls, just enough to get his cock out.
“Holy…shit Yunho, your dick is huge. You have a fucking - horse cock, wow - ”
“Don’t - ” Yunho pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. “Don’t ever say that again. To anyone. Or about anyone. Ever.”
“Sorry,” Mingi says, sounding surprisingly sheepish. His smile is embarrassed, cheeks flushing as he places his hands politely in his lap. “You have a big dick, though.”
“Thanks,” Yunho says, because what the hell do you say to that?
Mingi’s eyes are trained on Yunho’s dick and he looks….mesmerized. Maybe a little drunk, sort of starry-eyed, and it's kind of doing it for Yunho. He licks his lips, giving himself a slow stroke and watching as Mingi’s eyes widen and he scoots forward a little more on his knees.
Yunho swallows thickly. “Do you want - ”
“Can I just suck it?”
A tiny noise slips past Yunho’s lips. He closes his eyes and nods, heart racing as Mingi licks his lips and leans forward.
Yunho is expecting maybe a tentative lick, maybe Mingi taking it slow and sucking at the tip. But no, of course not - Mingi parts his stupidly plump lips wide, eyelids fluttering as he slurps three quarters of Yunho’s cock into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Yunho shouts. His arm darts out, hand slamming against the wall as his knees buckle. “Oh - okay, o-okay, fuck - ”
Mingi moans, shuffling forward even more and hollowing his cheeks. He braces his hands on Yunho’s thighs, bobbing his head and sighing in contentment. It’s adorable and insanely sexy.
“That’s - good, feels good,” Yunho breathes. The silky heat of Mingi’s mouth is unbelievable, reminding Yunho just how long it's been since he's received a blowjob.
Regretfully, Mingi pulls off and sits back, though he wraps a hand around the base of Yunho’s cock and strokes him a few times. His lips are shiny with spit, the prettiest shade of red.
“You can just do it,” He breathes, eyes practically sparkling. “I can take it.”
For some reason Yunho's forgotten how to do what he needs to do. It would be different if they were two people on a date and things had progressed naturally, but Mingi just wants him to start throat fucking him. And Mingi seems so at ease, waiting patiently, and Yunho’s getting way too in his head.
“I - ” He snaps his mouth closed, licking his lips. Mingi smiles kindly up at him.
“Here, you can put your hand in my hair if it helps. You can pull as hard as you want.”
Yunho nods, reaching out to brush his fingertips over Mingi’s pale hair. It’s dried in pretty waves that curl at the base of his neck and it's so much softer than Yunho was expecting. He threads his fingers through it, stroking slowly. Mingi rolls his head against the touch like a cat, eyes closing as he smiles contentedly.
“Open your mouth,” Yunho says softly. He tightens his grip on Mingi’s hair, giving an experimental tug. Mingi’s lips part, a soft gasp slipping out as his head is pulled back. Yunho shifts forward, gripping his cock at the base and feeding it into Mingi's waiting mouth.
He thrusts shallowly, losing himself in the feeling, transfixed by the way Mingi’s eyelids flutter as he opens his mouth more. Yunho groans, letting his head fall back as Mingi makes these little gurgling noises around his cock.
Yunho pulls out, stroking his slicked up cock and yanking Mingi’s head back even more. His lips are shiny with spit, some of it collecting at the corners of his mouth, and his tongue is lolling out, a drop of saliva clinging to the tip. Yunho slaps his cock against Mingi’s tongue a few times, relishing in the wet sound it makes. Mingi moans low in his throat, hands clutched in his lap.
“Let me see,” Yunho says hoarsely. He slides his cock slowly into Mingi’s mouth, just to see how far he can go. Feeling brave, he places one socked foot on Mingi’s thigh, pushing slightly to get him to open his legs. “Move your hands, let me see.”
Mingi nods and gags a little as Yunho buries himself to the hilt, trying to look down at Mingi’s cock tenting his sweats and the way his throat is working as he takes Yunho’s length.
“Tap my thigh twice if you need to stop,” Yunho breathes. Mingi nods as much as he can and Yunho tightens his grip, sliding the ball of his foot up the inside of Mingi’s thighs. They part and his eyes roll back in his head as he tries to hump against Yunho’s foot.
“Good boy,” Yunho says, just for the hell of it, and Mingi moans around his cock. It sends a thrill of something hot and sharp up Yunho’s spine and he groans, yanking at Mingi’s hair and thrusting roughly into his mouth.
Yunho can admit maybe he's a bit weird and has always been really into the noisy parts of sex, and the gurgling noises coming from Mingi’s throat are so hot Yunho thinks he might disintegrate on the spot. Mingi’s hands are clenched into fists in his lap and his eyelids are fluttering as Yunho guides him by his hair, fucking sloppily into his mouth. Yunho fucking whines, shuffling forward a few inches so he can push all the way into Mingi’s mouth, relishing in the way it sounds like Mingi’s literally gargling his balls. Yunho slams one hand against the wall, waiting for Mingi to tap out, but he's just sitting there all pliant, red lips stretched obscenely around Yunho’s cock.
After a few more moments Yunho worries for Mingi’s breath supply and releases his hair, pulling out of his mouth. Mingi gasps and slumps against the wall, licking his lips to break the strands of saliva that are stretching from his mouth to Yunho’s cock. The spit strands glisten against his chin and his chest heaves as he sucks in deep lungfuls of air.
“Are you okay?” Yunho asks, concern somehow not affecting his boner at all. Mingi makes a noise that sounds like a laugh and a whine, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth. It only smears spit and drool over his lips and chin, making them all the more debauched.
“Why’d you stop?” Mingi whines, pouting up at Yunho. “That felt so good. Holy shit. Is it always that good or do you just have the perfect dick?”
“I don't know how to answer that,” Yunho says, laughing in relief. Mingi reaches up to stroke his cock; it's wet enough to squelch with each slide up the shaft. “Ready to go again?”
“Yeah,” Mingi says, eyes lighting up. “Oh and you can, um.” He gives a nervous smile and licks his lips. Yunho wants to shove his fingers between them. “You can put your foot back. If you want.”
The request goes straight to Yunho’s dick. he barely holds back a groan as Mingi stares up at him, placing his hands back in his lap and politely opening his mouth.
“Fuck,” Yunho mumbles. “You're a freak, aren't you?”
“Some people have used the word pervert,” Mingi says, shrugging. Yunho laughs.
“Move your hands,” He instructs. Mingi’s eyes widen a fraction and he slowly puts his hands at his sides, tongue gliding slowly across his bottom lip. Yunho reaches out to grab two fistfuls of soft hair, dick throbbing at the way Mingi’s eyes roll back in his head, the soft, high timbre of his whine. Yunho’s foot drags up the inside of Mingi’s thigh once more, breath coming out in short, fast puffs as he rubs it against Mingi’s cock. He’s never actually done this before but he's always wanted to, and it's hard to describe the way Mingi’s dick feels under his foot. Fuck fuck fuck hot fuck hot so fucking hot is pretty much all his brain wants to supply, so Yunho shakes his head and presses down harder on Mingi’s cock, using his hair to guide his mouth where he wants it.
Since Yunho’s not holding his dick anymore it takes Mingi a few tries to get it in his mouth, and Yunho wonders if it's weird that the struggle kind of turns him on in a weird way. When Mingi’s lips finally wrap around him Yunho lets out a low groan, his belly fucking smoldering.
Actually hearing Mingi say how much he's enjoying this, Yunho takes the encouragement and grips Mingi’s hair as hard as he can, fucking into his mouth with sloppy, rough thrusts. He can feel his cock hitting the back of Mingi’s throat, the obscene amount of spit and drool it's producing. As much as he'd like to focus on getting Mingi off with his foot, Yunho is so close to cumming. He can't concentrate the way he wants and it's so easy to lose himself in the feel of Mingi’s eager, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasps, using his hands to cradle the back of Mingi’s head as he thrusts into his mouth hard enough to press against the wall. Mingi is moaning around Yunho’s cock, hips stuttering as he tries to hump against his foot. And then his hands come up to grip Yunho’s waist, squeezing gently before sliding around to his ass. Yunho lets out a horny noise he's never heard before as Mingi squeezes his ass and uses it to push him even deeper down his throat.
“I’m gonna cum,” Yunho rasps quickly, eyes rolling back in his head. Mingi just holds him there, gagging around his dick; the sounds he's making are guttural, absolutely filthy, and Yunho barely has a second to register wetness on the bottom of his foot before he cums. A humiliating high-pitched whine tears out of his throat as he spills into Mingi’s mouth, each pulse of cum echoing throughout his whole body. He whimpers and leans forward, forehead pressed against the wall as he tries to pull out.
But Mingi doesn't let him.
He whines as Yunho tries to pull out, squeezing his ass even harder - and Yunho’s really starting to remember how good it feels to have his ass played with - as he swallows.
“I - wait, okay, it’s - sensitive, stop, stop - ”
Mingi gasps as he finally lets Yunho go, slumping against the wall as Yunho’s cock slips from his mouth.
“Fuck.” Mingi’s voice is so hoarse and fucked out, it makes Yunho’s dick twitch. “Sorry I got cum on your foot.”
It’s all so ridiculous Yunho barks out a laugh, plopping down next to Mingi before his legs can give out.
“I think I liked it,” Yunho says, eyes closing as he pants with his back to the wall. After a few moments he lifts his leg a little, to get access to his foot. It doesn't look like there's cum on it really, he'd just felt it seeping through Mingi's sweats. Which, in a totally non-pervy way, Yunho leans over to get a look at. There's a pretty big wet spot in the crotch.
“That was so hot,” Mingi breathes, turning to face Yunho. He's got the most innocent, bright smile on his face, a profound contrast to how fucked out and swollen his lips look, plus the redness of his eyes and the tear tracks on his cheeks. Fuck, had he been crying? That’s so hot, Yunho lets out a little wail of despair and covers his face with his hands.
“Are you okay?” He asks through his fingers. Mingi looks at him like he's crazy.
“Yunho…I literally came in my pants.”
“Well yeah, but - ”
“It was so hot. I’m more than okay. I wanna do that every day. Multiple times a day. Actually, do you wanna do this again sometime? It’s cool if you don't want to. Kinda think you ruined me for other dicks though.”
“Jesus,” Yunho laughs, letting his head thunk against the wall. “Who talks like that?”
“Like what?”
“I don't know, like - ” Yunho gestures vaguely. “You just say whatever. It’s very…you're very blunt.”
Mingi shrugs. “I dunno. I've always been like that, I guess.”
“It’s kind of refreshing,” Yunho confesses. “But yeah, I would definitely like to do this again.”
“Would you wanna fuck me?” Mingi asks hopefully. Yunho’s smile makes his cheeks ache a little.
“Yeah, Mingi. I wanna fuck you.”
“Cool,” Mingi says cheerfully. He rubs his fingers over his lips. “Is my mouth all red?”
“Yeah,” Yunho says, swallowing thickly. “And swollen.”
“Oh fuck, that's so hot.” Mingi fishes his phone out of his pocket and snaps a couple selfies. Yunho’s shocked to laughter yet again.
“You are so weird,” He says, shaking his head. Mingi tucks his phone back in his pocket.
“Wait, was it good for you?” Mingi suddenly asks, straightening and looking very concerned all of a sudden. Yunho stares at him.
“Are you serious? Did it seem like it was good for me?”
“Well I don't want to assume,” Mingi huffs, rolling his eyes.
“It was good for me,” Yunho says, grinning. “Stupid.”
“Should we talk about this?” Mingi asks. Yunho realizes his dick is still hanging out and scrambles to tuck it back into his waistband, cheeks burning. “Like, the roommate thing. It might be awkward now.”
“We can, sure,” Yunho says, fingers tapping his knees. “But I’m so hungry right now. Can we clean up and eat and then talk?”
“Sure!” Mingi chirps, pulling his phone back out. As Yunho’s getting to his feet, Mingi’s face falls.
“What’s wrong?”
“I forgot to click place order!”