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Mingi isn’t sure if he can blame it on the insane horniness in his brain. He could potentially blame it on the bottle of soju he had leading up to the moment.
Or maybe he should blame it on the fact that he was talking to some guy from Grindr who says his name is Yunhui. Maybe he can blame it on his fat fingers and blurry vision as he typed the first two letters into his phone and hit the first name that came up.
He has to blame it on something.
Once his post-nut clarity kicks in and he sees the string of texts from Yunho instead of Yunhui from Grindr, he has to come up with something. He knows immediately that he has fucked up before he even opens the thread.
On top of having royally fucked up, apparently has no shame. His dick, softening in the pool of cum on his belly, twitches at the text thread in front of his eyes.
Yu-Yu
22:32
????
22:35
Wow
22:38
Impressive
But I’m guessing you didn’t mean to send that to me right
22:41
Min?
The time stamps in the texts tell Mingi more than he needs to know. Yunho definitely watched the video. Potentially more than once with the stretch between each text. Mingi scrolls up to his last message in the thread. It’s a pitch black rectangle with a little play button in the middle of it. Mingi presses play even though he knows all too well exactly what it is he’ll be watching. The same thing Yunho seems to have watched.
The video goes from the black rectangle to Mingi’s flash illuminated dick so quickly it feels like a jumpscare. Mingi cringes at the sight in his post-nut clarity. His real life dick still twitches at the sight on the screen and Mingi mentally slaps himself for it. He knows he looks good and apparently the embarrassment of sending his dick to his best friend doesn’t stop the slight narcissism.
Mingi hasn’t even moved from the position he filmed the video in. He’s still lying flat on his back in his bed, back propped up by pillows. The Mingi in the video was filming from a downward angle, phone resting right above his stomach, angled slightly so you can see the entire length of his hard dick in his right hand. He wasn’t going for artistry, just trying to get this horny video out to the man he had been sexting with for a week or so.
Yunhui from Grindr had sent Mingi a video last, an equally impressive dick in his own hand, and had oh so kindly included a cumshot. So Mingi just wanted to return the favor. Why he didn’t film straight from his texts with the man, he’ll never know. Again, tipsy horny brain took over. His brain cells were not functioning properly in the slightest.
Mingi continues watching the video, one, because he literally just filmed it and sent it without bothering to watch it first, and two, he wanted to see what Yunho had watched. He had to see what kind of damage control he had to do.
Video-Mingi has his hand around his dick, slowly teasing himself. He swipes a large bead of precum from the red head of his dick and spreads it around the entire tip. The slick head is glistening in the light of Mingi’s phone flash. He’s trying to show off for the recipient of the video because he knows just how good this part of his body looks. And he was hoping he and the Grindr boy would meet up soon for a little down-low sneaky link, so he was putting on a bit of a show. Mingi realizes after a moment of watching himself in the video that his phone is silent. He turns the volume up just to verify of the video itself is also miraculously silent. He flinches when his own moan hits his ears.
“I can’t wait to get this in your mouth, baby,” Video-Mingi groans. The hand slides down to the base and gives the dick a wet little shake. “Or maybe I can get my mouth on yours. It looked delicious.” Video-Mingi moans again and stops teasing himself, opting to stroke himself quicker instead. Another guttural moan plays from Mingi’s phone and he can’t help but slip his real life hand down his body to palm at his slowly hardening dick. He truly has no shame.
“I could suck you so good. I can taste you now.” Video-Mingi continues. Real Mingi suddenly lets out a gasp. He drops both his dick and his phone and slaps his clean hand over his face. He hears his own moans through his phone and realizes that if he can, Yunho probably could too.
Mingi is too mortified by the idea of Yunho listening to his shitty dirty talk to continue watching the video. He snatches his phone up from where it landed on his bed and closes the video. He types out a quick reply to Yunho and immediately shuts his phone off when it says it’s delivered. Too embarrassed to get up and properly clean himself, he pulls the wet wipes from his bedside drawers and hastily cleans himself before curling up under his covers, naked and ashamed.
********
Princess Minki
22:50
please delete that
i’m so sorry
Yu-Yu
22:51
Consider it gone. It happens.
No worries
22:52
Are you okay though?
It’s really not a big deal, I promise
22:54
Mingi?
23:01
I’m still coming over in the morning right?
23:02
Good night, Min. I’ll see you in the morning okay?
********
Mingi feels like he must be dreaming when he wakes up to the smell of pancakes wafting through his apartment. He lives alone, has since he moved out of the dorms after graduating from college, and rarely has guests so the pancake smell must be a dream. He blindly slaps his hand down on his bedside table and recovers his phone, powering it back on and is immediately greeted by multiple texts and some missed calls from Yunho. The memories of last night’s mistake come flooding back into Mingi’s brain.
Then his brain focuses on the pancakes he smells. He completely forgot that he and Yunho were planning on hanging out today. They both agreed that adulthood absolutely sucks, with the work schedules and the various other obligations that have friends not seeing each other for long stretches of time. They always try to schedule little hangouts with each other so they can enjoy each other’s company like they did when they were roommates in college. And they both have keys to the other’s apartment just in case they need to get in there for whatever reason. And now Yunho is out there. In Mingi’s kitchen. Mere hours after seeing his dick, balls, cum, and hearing his shitty dirty talk.
And now Mingi has to go out there. He quickly rises to a standing position, mortified that he’s still naked, and gets dressed just as fast. He briefly contemplated jumping out of his fourth story window instead of going out there and seeing Yunho. Maybe four stories wouldn’t hurt too bad. He stealthily moves from his bedroom to the bathroom to use it and wash up. Then he contemplates hiding in his bathroom forever. His plan of forever is short lived by a light knock on the door.
“Breakfast is almost ready, Min. I picked up some juice on my way here. I got your favorite brand.” Yunho’s soft voice trails through the door. Mingi doesn’t say anything in return and when he thinks Yunho has walked away, he carefully turns the doorknob.
He opens the door to come face to face with the man he was hopelessly trying to avoid in his tiny apartment. Yunho gives him a kind smile and backs up so Mingi can leave the room.
“Uh,” Mingi says dumbly. He scratches the back of his hair with his fingers and watches as Yunho watches him. Yunho’s eyes don’t stray from Mingi’s face and it intimidates Mingi so much. “Thank you,” he says finally. Yunho nods at him and turns to go back to the kitchen. Mingi follows him and sits down at his own table. He stares at Yunho as the older man serves him his breakfast.
“I hope you like everything,” Yunho says, putting the last of the plates in front of Mingi. He takes his own seat across the table and they begin eating in silence.
The silence starts to drive Mingi a little bit insane the longer it goes on, so he takes a deep breath and blurts out a quick, “I’m sorry about last night.”
Yunho freezes and looks up from his food. “No worries, man.” He says with a smile.
“I hope it didn’t ruin anything,” Mingi gestures loosely between the two of them with his chopsticks.
“Of course not.” Yunho is still smiling. He takes a sip of his juice. “What’s a little masturbation video between friends?”
Mingi almost chokes on a bite of pancake. Yunho is laughing at him. It doesn’t feel mean though. It feels like their friendship always feels. Safe. Nonjudgemental.
********
Mingi settles into his bed later that night. The hangout with Yunho went just as well as they always do, after the initial awkwardness. He should’ve known better than to be afraid of what Yunho would think of him for recording and accidentally sending that video to him.
He trails a hand down his bare torso, suddenly remembering he hasn’t heard from Grindr boy all day. He briefly considers actually sending that video to him, it was hot after all, but an incoming media message from Yunho stops him in his tracks.
Sitting under the previous messages of Yunho telling Mingi he got home safely and Mingi telling him that he had fun is a video. It’s a black rectangle with a play button in the middle of it. It feels eerily similar to the thumbnail that Mingi had sent him. He stretches his bare legs out on his bed and exhales deeply before pressing play.
The video starts off in complete darkness. Mingi squints at the screen and then hears a sound. He turns his volume up.
“I’m making us even. I hope you don’t mind.” Yunho’s voice comes through Mingi’s phone. The lamp beside Yunho’s bed suddenly turns on and Mingi gasps. His finger instinctively pauses the video to wrap his head around what he’s seeing.
Yunho’s video is him. Or more accurately his dick. It’s filmed similarly to the one he sent, shot at an angle where Mingi sees just his shaft and part of his hips. He gulps and presses play. Yunho’s hand joins his dick on Mingi’s screen. He’s already fully hard and Mingi can’t help but imagine Yunho stroking himself to hardness with this in mind.
Yunho’s hands are big. Mingi knew this for a fact. But they somehow look even bigger with Yunho’s dick in his hand. His dick doesn’t even look small by any means. Everything about Yunho is just big. Mingi’s mouth waters at the video before him.
He’s engrossed in the images on his screen. Yunho’s hand vanishes for a second and comes back covered in lube. He slicks himself up and strokes, clearly not trying to tease at all. He has a mission and the mission seems to be to get himself off. After a moment of stroking, Yunho stops and holds the base of his dick, squeezing it softly.
“You said the person you meant to send your video to looked delicious,” Yunho says lowly, voice dripping with lust. Mingi swallows thickly at the sound. “You looked pretty delicious yourself.” He starts to stroke himself again, moving his hips slightly to fuck into his own fist. “I hope he appreciates how good you look, Min.” Mingi pauses the video at that and squeezes his eyes shut. Normally, he knows better than to get off to one of his friends, but he’s not sure if there’s a rule about getting off to one of his friends who is also jacking off and saying his name. Mingi slips his free hand into his boxers and fists his cock without finesse. He plays the video again.
Yunho is moaning and whining as he fucks into the circle of his own hand. Mingi shamelessly copies the rhythm of Yunho’s fist, chasing his own orgasm. It doesn’t take long until Yunho is gasping a string of curses and cumming towards the camera, white ropes striping his own belly. Mingi watches the scene unfold as Yunho rides out his orgasm, dick pulsing softly in his hand. Mingi cums with a groan into his boxers a second later. He wipes his hand on the fabric, vowing to do laundry before bed and sighs at the black screen of the video that ended on his phone. He swipes out of the video and back into his texts, fingers zooming across the screen.
Princess Minki
20:10
wow
okay
Yu-Yu
20:11
Took you long enough to reply ;)
But see, no worries.
20:12
We’re good.
********
Mingi wakes up on his stomach, already hard dick pressed between his belly and the bed. He knows he should feel ashamed that he’s already this turned on just from the dreams he was having. After watching the video Yunho sent him two more times (and jacking off one more time), he knew his brain would manifest some freaky dreams.
After stripping out of his ruined boxers last night, he didn’t bother getting redressed. He rocks his bare hips against his sheets, chasing the sweet friction of his dick against the linens. He closes his eyes and tries conjuring up the scene that was playing out in his unconscious brain and moans when he’s able to do so.
Mingi had been dreaming of Yunho, of course. Yunho and his big hands. Yunho and his big dick. Yunho and his deep, lust filled voice, telling him how good he looked and how good he tasted and how good he was being under Yunho’s hands as he took him apart again and again.
“Fuck, shit, god,” Mingi swears, hips stuttering as he cums between his belly and the sheets below him. He mentally curses himself for having to do another load of laundry, but it was about time for his sheets anyway. Before he can lose his nerve, he stretches up and grabs his phone off the charger. He sits up on his knees and points the camera down his body, making sure to get the cum smeared on his belly, his softening dick between his thighs, and the wet spot on the sheets all in the frame. He quickly sends the photo in a message and gets up to strip his bed and start his day.
Princess Minki
06:43
[1 image]
i have to change my sheets before work
tragic
Yu-Yu
07:02
Jesus Christ
I wonder what caused that mess
Princess Minki
07:05
i bet you’d like to know
********
It doesn’t feel awkward with Yunho. They flirted a little bit more in the morning, then they both went about their respective days at work.
If Mingi really thinks about it, things shouldn’t feel awkward with Yunho. He doesn’t even know now why he was so nervous about the video he sent him. They’ve been friends for so long and have been through so much and talked about so much that he feels like one silly video should’ve definitely been easy to laugh off.
But then Yunho sent his back. Mingi can’t laugh that one off.
It makes Mingi want to keep testing the waters. It makes him want to see how far he can push things. Wants to see just how far Yunho is willing to go. Yunho said they’re even with the videos, but Mingi did send him that picture this morning. He slips his phone out of the pocket of his trousers and looks around at the other cubicles around him to make sure he’s relatively alone. He opens Yunho’s texts and quickly taps out a message.
Princess Minki
14:29
I sent you that picture this morning right?
Yu-Yu
14:30
Yeah 👀
Why
Princess Minki
14:32
seems like we’re uneven again
14:33
what are you gonna do about that
He turns his phone on do not disturb and goes back to work, smirk plastered on his face. He hopes Yunho takes the bait and sends him something in return. He shifts a little in his seat, consciously aware that he’s still at his literal desk at his literal job and promptly thinks about all of the shit he has to do before the approaching deadline. It makes the latent arousal vanish pretty quickly.
********
Mingi manages to avoid his phone (and any awkward boners) for the rest of his time at work. He gets home and shucks his shoes off at the door. He loosens his tie but doesn’t remove it or any of his other clothing, too busy with fumbling his phone out of his pocket again, hoping that Yunho has sent something back while he was on do not disturb. He sits on the edge of his bed to ground himself when his Lock Screen displays one new image and some texts from Yunho.
Yu-Yu
16:43
[1 image]
16:45
I had the studio to myself for a bit
Hope we’re even again
Mingi opens the image and almost drops his phone. It’s a full body mirror shot taken in the dance studio Yunho owns with another one of their mutual friends, Wooyoung. Yunho has both hands on his phone and his baggy sweatpants pulled down just enough that Mingi can see his hard cock jutting out between the waistband and his shirt. Mingi’s mouth waters at the sight. He’s about to send something flirty back when his phone vibrates three times in his hand in rapid succession. He swipes back to their messages.
Yu-Yu
18:30
I see you opened my message
I hate to tell you that we’re not even again
[1 video]
Mingi immediately taps on the now familiar black rectangle with a play button. He starts the video and it’s in the same location, Yunho’s dance studio. He’s still filming in the mirror, but this time, he has one hand on his phone and the other lazily swiping at his hard cock, making it bounce slowly, still poking out lewdly from between his clothing.
“Wooyoung is supposed to be back to help me close any minute,” Yunho whispers into the phone. His hand finally lands fully on his dick and he strokes himself quickly. He steps closer to the mirror and Mingi’s mouth drops open when the wet tip of Yunho’s dick smears its precum against the reflection. “How am I going to explain this to him?” Yunho asks softly, his fist knocking into the mirror as he jacks himself off. He rubs the tip against the mirror again, smearing the liquid some more. He cums unexpectedly, and Mingi pries his eyes away from the ropes hitting the surface to see Yunho’s bottom lip pulled tightly between his teeth, muffling the sounds he heard from Yunho’s mouth in his first video.
The video ends abruptly and Mingi feels lightheaded. He imagines Yunho tucking himself back into his sweatpants before diligently cleaning the mess he made on the mirror of his workplace. Alternatively, he imagines Wooyoung walking in and catching Yunho before he’s able to fully dispose of his sins. Mingi doesn’t know which of those scenarios is hotter to him.
He doesn’t bother replying to Yunho before he stands up. He takes the few steps over to his own full length mirror and looks himself up and down. His tie is still hanging around the neck of his baby blue button down shirt and he can clearly see the outline of his painfully hard dick through his black slacks. He opens the camera of his phone and points it at himself in the mirror.
“Yunho-ya,” he says seriously, maintaining eye contact with the lens as he films through the reflection. “Look at what you’ve been doing to me.” His voice feels rough coming from his mouth. He hopes the effect works on Yunho. He trails his hand down his dress shirt and slowly tugs it out of his pants. He pops the button on his slacks and shimmies the fabric open a little so he can pull his dick out from his underwear. He’s already leaking from his tip and he uses it to slick himself up.
“I’m so hard because of you, Yunho-ya,” he tilts the camera a little so he can see his hand moving along his length both with the lens itself and through the reflection. “This is what we could look like,” Mingi says, tapping his own tip against his mirror like Yunho had done. “I bet it would feel so good. Look how wet I am for you already.” He punctuates his statement by squeezing his dick a little, helping the release of precum against his fingers. “I saw how wet you got too. I would’ve licked it off the mirror for you.”
Mingi feels crazy. He’s standing in his bedroom, filming himself get off in his mirror for his best friend to watch and hopefully also get himself off to. He’s blindly filming at this point, too busy staring at his own reflection. The noises he’s making are essentially whimpering, and he’s fucking into his hand, bumping the slick head of his dick against his own reflection. He wishes it was Yunho in front of him instead of himself.
“Fuck, Yu-Yu,” Mingi moans, dropping his forehead against his mirror. He lowers the camera at the same time, but keeps filming to the best of his ability. He curses again as he cums on an upstroke, painting the reflection with his release. He’s open mouth panting, forehead resting against the mirror, sliding his dickhead through his own mess. He suddenly feels the urge to write Yunho’s name in his own cum. “Fuck,” he says again, turning off the recording.
Mingi resists the urge to automatically send the video to Yunho and instead takes time to actually clean himself and his filthy mirror. It isn’t until he’s back in the safety of his bedroom in his pajamas that he feels brave enough to send the video to Yunho. He feels like it was too far this time. Something about the escalation and the way he fucking moaned Yunho’s name feels a little like too much. He holds his breath and opens the text thread with his best friend. He grimaces when he sees that it’s been almost a full hour since Yunho sent his video.
Princess Minki
19:24
sorry, i got a little distracted
hope this makes up for it
[1 video]
we’re even again
********
Mingi doesn’t hear from Yunho at all the next day. He sees that Yunho has opened his messages and likely watched the video, but hasn’t responded. Nothing. Zip. Nada. The longer he goes without hearing anything, the more anxious he gets that the video was indeed too much. But he also doesn’t want to reach out to him. He has no idea what he would say. It’s not like he can just say something like hey bestie, sorry I moaned your name when I came and then sent you the proof. That would be absurd.
Mingi somehow manages to make it through his entire workday without completely spiraling. He’s only been home for approximately ten minutes when there’s a pounding at his door. He jumps when the pounding starts, having been in the kitchen trying to microwave something for dinner. He opens and closes the microwave to stop the timer, and completely abandoning his food before going to peek out his peephole. To his surprise, Yunho is standing on the other side of the door. He was half worried the cops had been called on his horny ass and he was going to be whisked away to horny jail. He cautiously unlocks and opens his door only to be shoved to the side by Yunho as he storms in. Yunho is clearly out of breath almost like he ran to Mingi’s apartment after he left work.
“Are you okay?” Mingi asks timidly, looking at Yunho’s slightly crazed appearance.
“No,” Yunho replies, also looking Mingi up and down. He’s dressed the same way he was yesterday around this time, minus having his dick out. “I’m going insane.” He walks further into the apartment. Mingi pushes the door fully closed and locks it again. He turns back to where Yunho is standing in the middle of the living room just staring at Mingi.
“What’s wrong?” Mingi asks. He feels like his heart could explode from his chest. He can’t read the mildly frantic expression on Yunho’s face.
“We’re even,” Yunho says, voice breaking halfway through. “I don’t want to send you videos anymore.” With that, Mingi truly feels like his heart has stopped. He’s ruined everything. The last one did cross a line.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Yu-Yu,” he wants to step closer to the other man but he’s not sure if he can. “I honestly thought the last one was too much but I sent it anyway.”
Yunho swipes his hands over his face. “You don’t understand.” He blindly sits down, almost missing the couch in the process.
“Help me understand. Let me see if I can fix it,” Mingi offers. He does cross the room this time, feeling brave with Yunho’s eyes covered, and sits on the couch too, a short distance from Yunho.
“Your videos are ruining me, Min,” he says into his hands. Mingi’s face pinches and he honestly feels like he’s going to throw up.
“I’m sorry. I wish I could take them back,” Mingi says softly. He goes to stand just to give them both more space but a hand flies over and lands on his thigh.
Yunho’s eyes look like they’ve darkened even more since he’s been here. Mingi feels hot all over. “I don’t wish that.” His hand squeezes Mingi’s thigh tighter and he almost feels like Yunho could bruise him.
“I’ve been so fucking horny for the past few days, Mingi, you don’t get it.” Yunho uses the grip on Mingi’s thigh to pull them both closer together. “The last one you sent me was a lot, you’re right. But because I had to hear my name come from your mouth in that way. I haven’t stopped fucking thinking about it.” His other hand lands on Mingi’s other thigh. Mingi is staring at where they’re touching. “I’ve barely been able to focus all day. Wooyoung noticed and asked me what was wrong, I was that off from normal.”
Mingi lets out a soft chuckle. “So I didn’t ruin our friendship?” He asks self deprecatingly just to make sure he’s hearing correctly.
“No,” Yunho says, “but I’m going to.” It’s a shock to his entire system when one of Yunho’s hands flies up to the tie hanging loosely around Mingi’s neck and yanks him closer. Their lips are slammed together so roughly that Mingi fears his thigh and his lips will both be bruised in the morning.
The kiss is nothing short of hungry. It’s possibly the hungriest, hottest kiss he’s ever been a part of. Yunho takes control quickly, sinking his tongue past Mingi’s lips and drawing a moan out of him. The hand not wrapped around Mingi’s tie has found its way closer to Mingi’s extremely interested dick and is fisting the fabric of his pants near it. Mingi’s own hands scramble for purchase in Yunho’s soft hair and the front of his shirt.
“Can I tell you something?” Mingi asks breathlessly when they pull apart. Yunho rapidly nods his head before diving in and pressing kisses to Mingi’s neck and jaw. “I wanted to write your name on my mirror in my cum and send you a picture.”
Yunho moans against Mingi’s throat and quickly bites him, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make him yelp. “You fucking should’ve, holy shit, that’s so hot.” Yunho draws him back in for another searing kiss.
“I have an idea though,” Yunho says suddenly, leaning away from Mingi and sliding on his bottom on the couch so he’s fully seated, spreading his legs invitingly. “How about I write my name in your throat with my cum?” Mingi could’ve come just from the words alone. He immediately flings a pillow from the couch onto the floor between Yunho’s feet and follows it just as quickly, sinking to his knees. His hands go up to rest on Yunho’s thighs and he squeezes in retaliation for what happened to his own thighs by Yunho’s hands earlier.
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on you,” Mingi mutters, looking at the sizable tent in Yunho’s joggers. “Your cock is so pretty.” They work together to get Yunho’s pants down just enough and Yunho gets a fist around himself. He doesn’t wait for Mingi to be ready before he rubs the already leaking tip across Mingi’s kiss swollen lips.
“Not as pretty as this fucking mouth.” Yunho says, coaxing Mingi’s lips apart with his other hand. “You’re going to look so good wrapped around my dick. I’ve been thinking about it since that first video you sent me, telling that random guy you were trying to send it to that you wanted to suck him off.” He guides the head of his dick past Mingi’s lips and Mingi immediately feels tears start to swell as he tries to take him further down. Yunho is just as big in person as he looked on his screen.
“Have you thought about that other guy at all, Min?” Yunho asks, guiding Mingi’s head by his hair. Mingi carefully hollows out his throat to take him in more. “I’m glad you can’t answer me. I might not want to hear the answer anyway.” Mingi glances up at him through his wet lashes, and Yunho is nothing short of an absolute vision. He’s already sweaty and flushed just from this. He looks so beautiful. Mingi moans around the dick in his mouth and feels Yunho’s hand tighten in his hair.
“I hope he hasn’t been on your mind at all.” Yunho continues talking as he continues using Mingi’s mouth as a flesh light. Mingi listens but focuses on trying to breathe through his nose. “I hope you haven’t been sending those videos to me and to him. I hope they were all for me.” Mingi takes a chance and taps Yunho’s thigh with his hand. Yunho reads the nonverbal message clearly and lets Mingi up for a second.
“Jealous?” Mingi asks, voice destroyed from the abuse on his throat. He licks around the swollen head of Yunho’s dick as he looks at the man above him. “I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”
Yunho throws his head back and rocks his hips up slightly, seeking more friction from Mingi. Mingi takes the dick in one of his hands and begins kissing the side of it, much like he would Yunho’s lips.
“I’m not jealous,” Yunho says. It sounds suspiciously like a lie. “You’re just really fucking hot and I want you all to myself, okay?” He tilts his head back down and he looks so serious that if Mingi wasn’t already crying from the rough blowjob, he would be crying now.
“I’ve only been sending the videos to you,” Mingi confirms, licking a stripe from Yunho’s root to his tip. “I’ve only been thinking about you.” He licks again, flattening his tongue completely before sucking at just the tip. “I want to taste you. Please, give it to me.”
As if obeying the command, Yunho’s hand tightens in Mingi’s hair and he starts to cum on his tongue. Mingi wraps his lips around the tip and lets Yunho spill into his mouth, swallowing like Yunho wanted him to. He rides Yunho’s orgasm out, milking him for all he’s worth. Yunho’s head is thrown to the back of the couch when Mingi looks at him again. He releases Mingi’s hair and drops his hands beside him.
“You’re not even going to return the favor?” Mingi jokes, taking in Yunho’s slack form. The words must spark some energy into him, because next thing Mingi knows, he’s being pulled up by the tie still around his neck. His knees plant on either side of Yunho’s thighs on the couch and their lips are crashing together.
“I want you to get this inside me next time,” Yunho says, swiftly unbuttoning Mingi’s pants and getting his hand around his dick. Mingi instinctively thrusts into the circle of his fist.
“Next time?” Mingi asks into Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho nods.
“I meant what I said,” Yunho says, twisting his wrist in a way that has Mingi shuddering into the fabric of Yunho’s shirt. “You’re fucking hot and I want you all to myself. I want you to delete that other guy’s number. From now on, if you feel the need to send a video of you jerking off to someone, you send it to me first and only me.” At Yunho’s words, Mingi is cumming into his fist. He knows he’s ruining Yunho’s shirt but he can’t find it in himself to care. He’ll give Yunho one of his own.
“Deal,” Mingi says breathlessly. He presses kisses against Yunho’s sweaty, flushed neck as he rides out his orgasm.