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It's late. Way too late for Seungmin to be going home, and he knows it. The streets are empty and the occasional night breeze blows his hair into a mess he doesn't bother to fix. The only thing in his mind right now is taking a shower and getting at least four hours of sleep before the nightmare starts all over again.
Seungmin knows he shouldn't be out at this time, but he's a senior at university, and along with his very demanding job, there is no time left to do anything other than study.
The apartment complex is dark when he steps inside, but Seungmin already knows his way in this place. He could go to his own home, but that would mean fighting restlessness by himself in his cold bed when he can simply walk five more minutes and get a warm meal and a hot body to cuddle to sleep.
His fingers tap the passcode for the apartment almost automatically, and he sighs in contentment as soon as he steps inside, feeling the weight of the past week finally lifting from his shoulders.
The place is drowned in darkness and silence, but Seungmin doesn't pay it any mind, making his way to the bathroom to take his well deserved shower. Funny enough, there is a brand new body wash on the counter, one that he mentioned liking the scent once. A smile grows on his face and doesn't leave it until he’s tiptoeing his way into the bedroom.
The door is slightly ajar, as if the person inside knew Seungmin would be coming and left it open so he wouldn't make a noise when entering.
Upon walking into the room, Seungmin can make out the form of something under the covers, with only a mess of brown fluffy hair visible, illuminated by the small night lamp in the corner of the room. He knows who that silhouette belongs to, and he also knows that Minho doesn't like sleeping with lights on, only doing it when Seungmin is over since he hates the darkness.
With his heart beating fast in his chest, Seungmin walks up to the bed and crawls under the covers as fast as he can. He pulls the warm body until they are glued to each other, chest to back. Minho has always been a heavy sleeper, so he doesn't even stir when Seungmin hugs him tightly and sighs contently on his neck, finally closing his eyes and waiting for sleep to take over his exhausted mind.
But that doesn't happen at all.
It takes a few moments for Seungmin to realize Minho is moving in his sleep. It starts slow, a few adjustments of his posture, mumbling gibberish and pushing his back even further into Seungmin's hold, but then, his hips start moving.
Seungmin knows Minho is still asleep because he wouldn't do anything before complaining about how late it is. And Minho is never whiny and needy when he's awake.
Right now, though, he's humping against Seungmin's awakening cock, releasing sweet sounds and breathy whimpers that are music to his ears, enveloping Seungmin in a haze and needing to touch him. He doesn't even realize it has been eating him from the inside.
He steadies Minho's hips with his hands, and with renewed energy, starts moving his still clothed cock between his ass cheeks, pulling him closer and smelling the lovely scent of his shampoo before leaving a trail of kisses on his nape. He takes a lazy rhythm to his moves, just enough friction to rile himself up and feel his constricted cock start to leak from the tip, a moan making its way out of his mouth before he has time to control it.
Seungmin is so tired. His moves have no real intention of release, although he's rock hard in his briefs now and he can feel the way Minho is trying to match his moves even when still asleep. His brain, though, is wired and desperate for the sweet burst of endorphins only a good orgasm could give him.
He pulls the covers away from their bodies and flips them over, straddling Minho's thighs and watching the beautiful swell of his ass when he moves against the mattress. Seungmin tsks at his hyung's eagerness, but doesn't stop him. Instead, he pulls his pants and underwear until his perky ass is in its full glory in front of him.
There is a stain of dried lube around the tight muscle of Minho's rim and Seungmin raises an eyebrow in disbelief. He was just planning on humping his thighs and calling it a day, but that gave him a better idea.
The bottle of lube is strategically hidden in the cabinet next to the bed, and Seungmin wastes no time in coating two of his fingers with the liquid, trying his best to warm it up and hearing Minho's complaints in his head because he likes the temperature shock.
Right now, Seungmin doesn't want his hyung waking up from the cold lube, so he thoroughly warms it up and prods at his entrance, hesitantly. A laugh erupts from him when he finds no resistance as he pushes his fingers inside, the relaxed muscle opening it up easily for the invasion, like he was made for them, so he pours more lube on a third finger and opens up his hyung.
Even with three fingers inside, Minho doesn't stir in his sleep, only sighs, relaxing further into the mattress. That motivates Seungmin to finger him more enthusiastically, making sure he's ready for his cock.
It's not the best position, with Minho starfishing face down on the bed, and Seungmin hovering over him, pumping his cock and wetting it with the remains of lube. Even with the obscene amount of precum and lube coating Seungmin's dick, he struggles to slide inside, pulling Minho up from his waist and going slowly, his walls constricting against his cock and swallowing him with difficulty. Minho has always been tight, way too tight.
After what seemed like an eternity, Seungmin finally bottoms out, watching Minho from behind to make sure he's still dead asleep. He's barely moved, but his thighs already complain from exertion, and he’s scared Minho will wake up if he drops his weight on top of him.
Without pulling out, Seungmin turns them back into their original position, listening to Minho's breathing and how it hitches when his cock brushes against his prostate accidentally. With his chest glued to his hyung's back again, and his cock nicely nestled between his ass cheeks, Seungmin starts moving his hips, setting a calm pace that grows in momentum and draws a moan from deep inside his lungs.
Minho's walls are engulfing Seungmin's cock as if trying to hold him in place for eternity, something he wouldn't complain about at all. It's so warm, he loses himself in the feeling, holding Minho steady in place while he thrusts constantly in his hole.
The sound of skin on skin muffles the whimpers and heavy breathing from both of them. Seungmin holds one of Minho's thighs with one hand, lifting it up and making his cock reach deeper inside of him, while his other starts pumping his hyung's cock, feeling how wet he already is from the stimulation.
Seungmin fucks Minho with all his willpower, groaning on his neck when he feels the approaching orgasm attempting to burst inside him. He masturbates Minho faster, knowing exactly when he comes, feeling the way his hole clenches and he arches his back, coming on Seungmin's hand. It's all it takes for him to come as well, spurting his seed inside his hyung and moaning way louder than he intended.
It takes a few moments for his eyes to stop seeing white dots and his brain catches up with his body. Still trying to catch his breath, Seungmin attempts to pull out when, out of nowhere, hands hold him in place.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Minho's groggy voice threatens. Seungmin can't see his face, but knows he's gritting his teeth and trying to control his shaking legs. He's always really sensitive after coming.
“Hyung.” He whispers. “Sorry for waking you up.”
“You should be. Coming home late at night and rutting me like a dog, next time I'm putting you on a leash.”
Seungmin laughs. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He tries to move again , but Minho’s hold is strong against his back, making his softening cock push his cum deeper inside him. It's physically possible to see Minho shiver when Seungmin throbs between his walls.
“Don’t move.” He says, again. “I don't want to clean up the mess because you forgot to use a condom.”
“What about this?” Seungmin asks, showing his hand full of Minho's cum to his face.
“Treat yourself, puppy.”
Well, it’s not like Seungmin would deny it. He cleans his fingers thoroughly, licking every single drop of Minho’s release and drying up his hand on his forgotten pants.
“Tomorrow, when we wake up,” Minho's voice is sounding sleepy already. “I'm going to ride you until you're crying, and then you're going to fuck me again in the shower, and you're going to skip your afternoon classes so we can sleep more and I can suck your dick to wake you up.”
Seungmin hugs him from behind, leaving a kiss on his neck and nuzzling against his hyung, feeling the sleep he craved for so long, finally coming to him.
“No complaints from me.” He says, but Minho is already snoring softly, the constant movement of his chest lulling Seungmin to a slumber. It's the best sleep he's had in weeks.