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Mingyu has been away for weeks, fashion week, magazine photoshoots, parties, all of it. They were managing it at the beginning, no pictures or sexting but video calls, Mingyu asking Jihoon to touch himself and let him see. Eventually reaching a point where Jihoon had no trouble with placing his phone against his bed frame and showing Mingyu how he fucked himself with a dildo, catching the way Mingyu desperately jerks himself off to the sight and then allowing Jihoon to see the way his semen slid down his abs.
And then Jihoon gets busy, doesn't leave the studio for days and only eats and takes naps when Bumzu forces him to. When Seungcheol drags him out of the studio, Jihoon doesn't even know what day it is. He takes the elevator with Seungcheol, waits until he enters the code to Jihoon's apartment and makes a straight line to bed. He hears Seungcheol’s nagging and tries to tell him off but before he knows it, he's out of it.
He wakes up disoriented, with an ache in his belly and the pleasure hits him suddenly. He realizes a wet tongue is lapping up his folds.
“Whu–” He tries, and looks down to see Mingyu's head between his naked legs, “Mingoo, you’re back?”
The other man raises his head, the lower half of his face covered in Jihoon's slick, his eyes are heated and he speaks in a frenzy, “Yes, they canceled a– whatever. I came here from the airport hyung, wanted you so bad you smell so good.”
Mingyu straightens up and undoes his belt, pushing his pants down just enough to get his swollen cock out.
The alarm rings in Jihoon's mind immediately, “Condom, condom,” he says in a hurry.
“Didn't bring any, I'll clean you up,” Mingyu spreads Jihoon's legs and holds the base of his dick.
“No, I didn't– I didn't take the pill Mingyu, you were supposed to come back next week.” Jihoon's doctor had advised him months ago he would need to suspend his birth control for a few weeks to give his body a rest.
“Huh?” Mingyu's eyebrows go up in confusion and Jihoon realizes he's panting, still holding his dick inches away from Jihoon’s pussy, “Oh. I… I will put out. Just– just a few–”
“You can't. We shouldn't risk–” Jihoon tries to say but gets cut off by Mingyu dragging his tip up and down Jihoon's lips. He moans automatically, he's dripping down onto the bed sheets.
“Fuck,” Mingyu curses and pushes his cockhead into Jihoon's hole, the warm entrance sucking him in.
Jihoon grabs onto Mingyu's forearms and his breathing speeds up, “Careful, careful.”
Mingyu nods and gets his hands around Jihoon's hips, raising him until he's sunk in completely.
“Oh god, Mingoo” Jihoon whines, Mingyu is in so deep. He missed this so much.
“So tight hyung, you've been using that dildo but you're still squeezing me so tight,” Mingyu doesn't wait and starts fucking in at a fast pace.
Jihoon's eyes roll back and he lets Mingyu push pathetic noises out of him. The slide of his cock feels so fucking perfect inside him, he can't believe he went weeks using a dildo and not getting the real thing.
His eyes shot open when Mingyu thumbs over his clit, “Wait. Not yet, I'll come.”
“I'll make you come first hyung,” Mingyu pants out, his thumb rubbing circles over Jihoon's clit, making the pleasure shoot all over his body.
“Mingyu…” Jihoon tries to think through his haze, “Ah– you should pull out now…”
“I will hyung, just a little more. You feel so good, I missed you so much,” The bed creaks with how fast Mingyu is moving, his strong thighs moving back and forward.
The sound of Mingyu's cock pushing Jihoon's juices out is so loud it makes Jihoon's face burn.
“Puppy… Now,” He tries and struggles to keep his eyes open. He tightens his hold on Mingyu's arm.
“Just a little bit more hyung, please,” Mingyu asks in a sweet, desperate voice. He uses all of his strength with one hand to push Jihoon's hips onto his lap and rubs Jihoon's clit quickly.
Jihoon gasps, “Stop! Mingyu, stop.”
But Mingyu ignores him or doesn't even hear him, his eyes stuck on his swollen cock fucking in and out of the flushed red pussy.
“So fucking pretty hyung, so small but you take me so well.”
“No…” Jihoon wishes he could stop moaning, wishes he could stop feeling so good, “Mingyu, stop. No!”
He wishes he could stop his own orgasm but all he can do is squeeze his insides around the cock, his fluids squirting out. Jihoon shakes and his vision blurs, his nails dig into Mingyu's skin.
He hears Mingyu groan and feels him bottom out, buried deep completely, and feels the warm semen spread inside. Jihoon moves one hand to his belly without realizing it.
Mingyu pulls out finally and Jihoon's tears drop as a glob of cum slides down to his pucker.
“I'm sorry… Oh hyung, I'm sorry. I– please.”
“Puppy…” Jihoon whispers. He extends a hand up and Mingyu moves forward, willingly dropping down when Jihoon pulls him softly. Jihoon kisses him with the tenderness they didn't allow themselves in their frenzy. Mingyu kisses back gently, unsure. Jihoon slows down and says against his lips, “Clean me up now, then.”