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The rain hammered against the dorm window, a steady drumbeat that mirrored the frantic rhythm of Minho’s heart. Inside, the air was thick with a different kind of storm, one that had been brewing between him and Seungmin for weeks. It was an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that finally snapped when Seungmin had cornered him in the hallway after practice, eyes dark and questioning.
Now, they were in Minho’s room, the door locked, the world outside forgotten. Seungmin was on his back on the bed, his usual composed expression shattered into one of raw, vulnerable need. His hair was a mess against the pillows, his lips swollen from Minho’s kisses, and his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Minho hovered over him, his gaze intense, drinking in the sight of the younger man laid out just for him.
“You have no idea,” Minho’s voice was a low growl, his hands tracing the sharp line of Seungmin’s hipbones. “No idea how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.”
Seungmin could only whimper in response, arching his back to press their bodies closer. “Minho… please.”
That plea was all the permission Minho needed. He quickly shed their remaining clothes, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of Seungmin’s skin. He mapped out his body with his tongue, learning the taste of his sweat, the way he shivered when Minho bit down gently on his collarbone. Seungmin was pliant beneath him, a canvas of soft moans and trembling limbs, surrendering completely to the pleasure Minho was giving him.
When Minho finally pressed inside, they both gasped. It was a perfect, overwhelming fit, a feeling of coming home that neither had ever experienced. Minho set a slow, deep pace, his eyes locked on Seungmin’s, watching the emotions flicker across his face—pain, pleasure, and a deep, abiding love that made Minho’s chest ache.
“Mine,” Minho grunted, his thrusts becoming harder, more deliberate. “You’re all mine, doll.”
“Yours,” Seungmin choked out, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Only yours.”
A primal urge, something deep and instinctual, rose up in Minho. It was more than just lust; it was a consuming need to claim, to possess, to make Seungmin his in the most permanent way imaginable. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Seungmin’s ear.
“I want to fill you up,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I want to fuck a baby into you, Seungmin. I want to see you round with my child, know that you’re carrying a piece of me inside you forever.”
Seungmin’s eyes flew open, wide with shock, but the shock quickly melted into a dark, burning desire. The idea was insane, impossible, but in this moment, it was the most erotic thing he had ever heard. The thought of Minho breeding him, of his body changing to nurture a life they created together, sent a bolt of pure heat straight to his groin.
“Yes,” Seungmin cried out, his legs wrapping tightly around Minho’s waist, pulling him in deeper. “God, yes, Minho. Breed me. Please, breed me.”
That was Minho’s undoing. The words, the desperate acceptance, the way Seungmin’s body clung to his—it was all too much. He began to slam into him, his movements fueled by a singular, powerful purpose. The bed frame creaked in protest, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and the slick sounds of their bodies joining. Minho’s hand snaked between them to wrap around Seungmin’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me,” Minho commanded, his voice strained. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
Seungmin shattered with a cry, his back bowing off the bed as his release spilled over Minho’s hand and his own stomach. The rhythmic clenching of his body around Minho was the final push. With a guttural roar, Minho buried himself as deep as he could go and poured himself into Seungmin, his orgasm so intense it felt like it was being pulled from his very soul. He pulsed again and again, imagining his seed taking root, fulfilling the promise he had made.
For a long moment, they just lay there, a tangled, sweaty heap. Minho carefully shifted his weight, rolling to the side but keeping Seungmin tucked against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to Seungmin’s damp forehead.
“Mine,” he murmured again, the word a gentle possessiveness now, a vow.
Seungmin nuzzled into his neck, his breathing slowly evening out. “Yours,” he whispered back, a contented smile on his face. “Always.”
As the rain outside began to soften, they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, wrapped in the warmth of a love that felt new, and yet, as timeless as the stars.