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It started with a comment about Mingi’s movements not being sharp enough.
“Mingi-ah, you need to pop your chest harder and faster than that,” Yunho asked, not even bothering to hide the annoyance lacing on his expression. Mingi stared at him, eyes turning into a nasty glare.
“Why are you talking to me like that?” Mingi accused, taking a step towards his boyfriend. The coats they wore were heavy, almost sticky in the already hot and bustling room. Yunho barely stood an inch or two over Mingi, he just had to tilt his chin that much to look the other in the eye.
“Babe, look, this needs to be perfect . You need to push harder.” Yunho tried but Mingi shook his head at him.
“I don't care if you think it ‘needs to be perfect’ or whatever. You don't get to talk to me like that. It’s fuckin’ annoying. Stop.” Mingi retorted and Yunho’s eyes turned into icy slits.
“You know it needs to be perfect, Mingi! I’m not even talking to you however you say I am-” Yunho was cut off by the staff gesturing them urgently to the stage.
“Fuck off, Yunho.” Mingi hissed, shoving past the other, not missing the chance to knock into the other shoulder a little too roughly.
Yunho stood behind and took a deep breath, rolling his tongue against his cheek. They were already insanely stressed with promotions for Halazia, Yunho was just trying to make their last performance of the year the best it could be. Mingi didn't understand, no, Mingi didn’t know the stress Yunho was going through. (he definitely did, he knows he’s just being stubborn.)
“Deal with it later. We need to go now.” Hongjoong said, brushing past him, clapping a hand on his shoulder with a reassuring grip.
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They did insanely well, hearing the screams of their fans always brought a thrill of joy to his heart. He briefly scrolls on Twitter, gauging their fans’ reactions. Yunho quickly noticed that his annoyance was picked up almost upon his entrance on stage. Their fans found it hot, so he guesses it was fine.
Wooyoung claps him on the back, startling him. Yunho turns to him with death in mind. “Woah, easy there tiger,” Wooyung puts his hands up in self-defense. “Just wanted to say you should look pissed on stage more often, I haven't seen the fans call you daddy since… fireworks I think?” he knits his eyebrows together for a moment in thought before shrugging. “Dunno, killed it though,” he offers him a smile and Yunho stares back at him with a deadpan stare.
Wooyung face falls. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“What’d he do now?” Wooyoung asks, shoving Yunho’s legs off the couch in favor of sitting right up against him. Yunho stares at him for a moment before rolling his eyes and pocketing his phone.
“Just being an ass when I was trying to give him criticism on his dancing.” Yunho huffed.
“You know that's not true, Yunho-ah.” Hongjoong’s voice called from across the room. “You weren't being too friendly either.”
“What do you want me to do? Sugar coat it?” Yunho retorts throwing up his hands in annoyance.
“That's not the problem. He's your boyfriend, you know what pisses him off and you know your tone was all sorts of fucked,” Hongjoong reasons, he's touching up his pinky finger with black nail polish.
“Were stressed!” Yunho exclaims and hongjoong shakes his head, almost chuckling to himself.
“So is he, you didn't need to talk to him like he's a child.” Hongjoong points out finally glancing up at Yunho. “You know, both of you were assholes to each other, figure it out. Apologize. Fuck it out, I don’t care. just don't let it affect the group.” Hongjoong was using his stern tone and Yunho’s blood would usually run cold if he wasn't so damn pissed.
“Okay. yeah. Whatever.” Yunho says, getting up from his seat on the couch, Wooyoung slumps down into the spot Yunho was just in with a small squeak.
Yunho knows he was being irrational but the bigger part of him wanted to feel this annoyance, he’s repressed it for so long and it's unfair to him to keep it in any longer. He opted to sit outside in the hallway to calm himself down.
He slid to the ground with a sigh, shutting his eyes and leaning against the wall. He embraced the quiet bustle of movement in the building, the shuffling of their fans leaving the stadium, and the low traffic in the hallways around him. It felt soothing. At least for a moment.
“Were my movements sharp enough on stage?” a voice called from above him and Yunho groaned.
“Fuck off, Min.” Yunho cracked his eyes open and looked up at the man towering over him.
“‘ Fuck off, Min ’ yeah, okay.” Mingi taunts, scoffing before crossing his arms.
“What do you want? Can’t you go annoy someone else?” Yunho scowls, pulling himself up and meeting Mingi’s fiery gaze.
“ Annoy ? God, why are you being such an ass today?” Mingi asks, shoving a finger into Yunho’s chest. “If I knew you were gonna be like this today, I wouldn’t have taken the same fucking van as you. San already called dibs on riding with Woo and the hyungs.”
“Have you thought maybe just keeping your snide little comments to yourself? Hm? You’re acting like you haven't been shooting me dirty looks since before we got on stage.” Yunho says, eyebrows knit in annoyance, his hands gesturing vaguely between them.
“And you haven’t? Okay,” Mingi scoffs rolling his eyes.
“Mingi.” Yunho says sternly, the tone he used was hard and Mingi immediately met his gaaze.
“Yunho.” Mingi said, holding his chin high, and something in Yunho burst.
Before he realizes what he was doing, he was grasping the other wrist and hauling them down the hallways, brushing past members of management before they came to an empty hallway. Mingi has barely protested, just pulling back occasionally, only for Yunho to keep tugging him along.
Yunho pulled Mingi down the hall and pushed him into what looked like a supply closet.
“Hey-” Mingi was interrupted by Yunho pinning him against the door, invading his space. “Aw, pretty puppy couldn’t wait?” Mingi sneered, nose knocking into Yunho’s. The older stared down at him, eyebrows still furrowed in annoyance.
Yunho leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing over Mingi’s before nipping at his earlobe roughly. “Y’know,” he sucks on the flesh for a moment and Mingi feels himself getting wet at the sounds of Yunho’s tongue licking over his piercings. “We’re far enough from everyone, maybe I can punish you here.”
“Punish me?” Mingi exclaimed, shoving Yunho off him lightly. “Hey, no, what the fuck? You were the one being an ass!” The way Mingi’s eyebrows screw up in annoyance is amusing to Yunho.
“You say that like you didn’t tell me to fuck off and shove me. I can ask Hongjoong hyung if you want. He saw the whole thing.” Yunho stares at Mingi, his eyes dark with lust. It made Mingi’s knees quake under his own weight.
“He would only agree ‘cuz he hates me.” Mingi rolled his eyes.
“No,” Yunho leans into his space again, hands working on Mingi’s fly. Yunho slowly pulls down the zipper, eyes flicking up at Mingi’s eyes not meeting his. “‘Cuz he saw it.” Mingi’s eyes are darting around the small closet, looking everywhere but Yunho’s. “Why so nervous, princess?”
Mingi chews on his bottom lip, eyes taking a moment to meet Yunho’s. Mingi’s cheeks were flushed, and Yunho could tell it wasn't just because of their performance, he was not been that red before.
Yunho’s thumbs hook around Mingi's belt loops and he tugs down, Mingi gasping with the quick motion. “God, of course, you’re not wearing underwear. You think I shouldn’t punish you? You’re leaking all over your clothes. Your cunt,” Yunho backs up, swiping his finger up Mingi’s slit. “Jesus, you're soaked , Minnie.” Yunho pops that finger in his mouth, sucking on it, gauging Mingi’s reactions.
Mingi looked to be in distress, clinging to the door with dear life, knees threatening to give up on him. “Yunho,”
“I'm gonna take you over the knee, and spank you a few times okay? It’s the least you can do for being a bit of an ass.” Yunho said, grabbing a folding chair that was leaning against the wall and sitting on it. Yunho spreads his legs, his erection bulging in his tight leather pants.
Mingi stared at his thighs, he knew they were toned, knew they were all muscle, but the pants made them so…
“Fine, whatever just let me cum at least.” Mingi huffs, wiggling out of his pants, quickly discarding them and his boots to the side. He lays across Yunho’s lap, the angle awkward because Mingi’s arms are touching the ground and Yunho’s trying to manhandle him in the best position. Whenever either of them is getting their punishment, it's usually in a bedroom. Not a fucking closet. ( fitting , he thinks.)
“You figured it out yet- oh fuck ,” Mingi gets cut off when a sharp slap sounds in the room and Mingi feels his ass sting. He moans quietly, pushing his hips up into Yunho’s hand smoothing over the redding mark.
“Figured what out, honey?” Yunho says in a sarcastic sweet honey tone before his hand comes down again, rougher than the last. He smoothes over the skin again, thumb dipping in between his thighs and rubbing over his clit roughly before spanking him again.
“God, Yunho-!” Mingi moans when he pushes two fingers into him at once, pumping his fingers roughly in him before he pulls out and lets his hand come down over his cheeks again. “You’re so me- an to me!” Mingi retorts, trying to muffle his cries into his arm.
“You like it,” Yunho sneers, spanking him in succession. Mingi feels his pussy absolutely water at each recurring sting. His knees are locked and Yunho’s taken to holding his hips up with his other arm. “The same way I know you piss me off on purpose so I can be mean to you,” Mingi mewls in response, only getting another spank and his fingers digging into his leaking hole. “Just my little pain slut, hm?”
“Yesyesyesyesyes, Yunho. Please-”
“Please what? Hm? Speak, use you’re words, princess.” Yunho cooes softly, pressing a wet kiss to the apple of his ass.
Mingi grumbles into his arm. “What?”
“Wann fuck your thigh,” he mutters and that's all Yunho needs before he’s pulling Mingi onto his lap, slotting his thigh right up against his pussy. Mingi gasps at the slide of his lips against the warm leather. Yunho has his hands anchored on his hips and mingi’s arms come to a rest on his shoulders.
“Move.” That’s all Mingi needed to hear to shamefully rut against his boyfriend’s thigh. He ground down testingly at first, gasping at the feeling, rolling his back. He doesn’t even build up before he’s grinding down on Yunho’s thigh like his life depended on it.
“Such a good boy for me,” Yunho rasps, tugging at the color of his shirt and sucking a bruise into his skin.
“Only for you,” Mingi pants, leaning his head against the side of Yunho’s. Yunhos groans against his throat and the vibrations sent chills down hsi spine. He groans, gripping Yunho’s shoulder harder, winding his hips back and forth as fast as he could.
He felt his high approaching, Yunho’s thumbs rubbed rough circles into his waist before Yunho was dragging Mingi against his thigh. Mingi moaned at the show of strength and let himself be manhandled, biting down on his lip, blood threatening to draw.
“Fuck, fuck. Min, hold on-” Yunho held Mingi still with one hand before Yunho was tugging his cock out of his pants. Mingi’s mouth waters at the sight of the angry head leaking profusely.
He did that.
Mingi quirks a brow at Yunho in question. “Did… did you want me to suck you off?” But Yunho shakes his head. He spread his thighs farther apart, Mingi lets out a quiet squeak when Yunho tugs Mingi off of his leg before he’s standing in front of Yunho. Mingi stares down questioningly at Yunho before his cock is sliding between his folds.
“Oh, fuck-” Yunho groans, pushing Mingi’s thighs together. Mingi mewls at the head prodding at his hole and rubbing over his clit.
“Want you to breed me,” Mingis moans, head spinning with pleasure.
“Don't fucking say that to me” Yunho hisses, hips fucking up between his lips.
“Want big puppy to fuck me full of his seed,” Mingi whispers into Yunho’s ear, gasping at the tight grip Yunho’s hand had on him. Mingi grinds down on his cock and Yunho pauses for a moment panting before setting a faster pace. His large hands reach around to his ass and pull his cheeks apart, kneading the flesh in between his fingers.
“Mingi, shut the fuck up, I'm going to cum -” Yunho gasps, taking his lips between his teeth, and throwing his head back.
“Breed me Yunho, want your cock stuffed so far in my pussy that it doesn't leak out-” Mingi yelps when one of Yunho’s fingers rubs over his entrance before slipping in with their momentum.
“Fuck!” Yunhos growls, curling his finger against Mingi’s walls. Mingi downright sobs when he cums, Yunho’s finger crooked, rubbing right against his g spot. He keeps rubbing at it, Mingi’s hips jumping with each swipe.
“Yunho, Yunho, please- ” Mingi whines, glancing down at Yunho’s cock sliding in between his legs. His hard cock was pressing so hard against his overstimulated clit. Mingi gasps, pressing bruises just below Yunho’s neck. Mingi winds his hips helplessly, eyes screwed shut as his orgasm rides out.
Yunho fucks his cock a handful more times before Mingi feels his hot cum spurt over his hole and drip down his thighs.
They sit there for a moment, Yunho’s knees bent just enough to still fit in between Mingi’s thighs but Mingi can see the way his legs are shaking, he also doesn’t miss the glistening of his leather pants from just a few minutes earlier.
“Fuck, that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done,” Yunho says, pulling his softening cock out from in between his legs.
“I think having you on a leash and the ears and everything was the hottest thing, but this is definitely a second-place winner.” Mingi agrees and Yunho huffs out a laugh.
They stood there in silence for a moment, Mingi leaning on Yunho as he collapsed on the chair. “I'm sorry about earlier,” Yunho says, out of breath, still trying to will his heartbeat down. Mingi shakes his head.
“It's fine, I know you weren’t trying to be an ass. And for what its worth, I'm sorry too,” Mingi smiles meeting Yunho’s softening gaze.
Yunho feels his chest well up with warmth, he bites his lip and glances away before he realizes where they were.
“Uhm, so… problem,” Yunho says, looking up at Mingi sheepishly, Mingi looks down at him questioningly. “There's nothing to clean up with in here.”
“Fuck,” Mingi sighs. “You're wearing an undershirt aren't you?”
“Min, no-”
“You just came all over my fucking pussy, I'm wiping it up with something , Yunho,” Mingi says, crossing hsi arms. They stare at each other for a few moments before Yunho relents and starts to unbutton his shirt.
“You’re the one who said you wanted me to breed you,” he murmurs, pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it gently at Mingi.
“And yet, not a single drop is in me,” Mingi says matter-of-factly, using the shirt to wipe over his ass, and in between his thighs, he was wet as hell still but at least there wasn’t literal cum dripping down his legs.
Yunho sat back and watches him fondly look around himself to clean up. Yunho gives him a smile when he meets his eyes, Mingi sends one back but fell when he looked down at Yunho’s pants, wet and shining under the dull light of the closet. Yunho looked down and tsks.
“Like a faucet,” Yunho says with a smirk on his face. He leans up pouting his lips at Mingi for a kiss.
“ Shut up! ” Mingi shouts, throwing the stained shirt at his face. Yunho laughs, leaning up to kiss the other, Mingi scrunches his nose up in faux disgust, wiping Yunho’s spit off his lips.
“Love you,” Yunho cooes, pressing another wet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Love you too, I guess.” He doesn’t let Yunho see the dopey smile on his lips when they exit the closet.