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The audience roars, filling the crowded space as the referee raises Mingi’s hand in the air. Mingi’s chest heaves with exhaustion as the adrenaline in his eyes dies off. His opponent lies on the floor, his team pulling him to the side of the arena to assist him. Mingi slams his free hand against his chest, beaming with pride while flashing his signature, cocky smile. He licked his lips, tasting the copper flavor of blood. He stepped off the area, taking a bottle of water and dumping it over his head, shaking his head to let out the extra water.
Mingi was a boxer. He started in high school when he discovered the system of underground boxing. From there, he started doing it professionally. He was known for his “crazed” fighting style. His towering, large frame only added to the intimidation on his name. His hits weren’t clean, or seamless. They were unpredictable, all over the place, while simultaneously managing to hit all the right places. Right now, he’s doing nationals. That victory just secured his spot in the finals.
In the back, claps filled the room. Seonghwa, Mingi’s manager, yelled out in excitement, bouncing around in poorly contained enthusiasm.
“Holy shit Mingi! You are on a roll! If you win the next match, you’ll be the best boxer in Korea..!”
Mingi bit his bottom lip, feeding off the compliments the older man usually showered him with. That was when someone walked into the room. He was tall, slender with lean muscles that somehow made a bigger statement than Mingi’s large ones.
“He’s right Mingi, you’re doing great.”
The compliment went straight to the problem in Mingi’s shorts. His flushed face heated up even worse for a different reason other than fighting. He nodded at his coach, Yunho, before sitting down on the bench, packing up his things. Yunho was actually the one who introduced Mingi to underground boxing. Yunho actually never did it. However, his brother used to be a huge thing in the system. Despite this, Yunho was very good at boxing. He knew strategies and techniques that Mingi used to think were cool because he “didn’t see them in any movies”. Mingi doesn’t remember when but slowly, his view on Yunho became different. Yunho carried himself with precision. The type that made heads turn when he walked into rooms.
Yunho playfully slapped Mingi’s large bicep, giving it a squeeze.
“You’re so fucking big. You don’t see a lot of people with this build at your age.”
Mingi smiled sheepishly, getting all his stuff into his bag. Seonghwa announced his departure and walked out. Others followed the site and it wasn’t long until it was just Mingi and Yunho in the room. Mingi stood up from the bench, throwing his duffel bag over his shoulders. Yunho stood up, standing so close that Mingi could get a good look at his face. Yunho had soft features and moderately long lashes. Mingi’s breath caught in his throat. Yunho noticed. He locked eye contact with Mingi then looked at his lips, a hint of longing and even lust in his gaze. Yunho finally spoke up, a soft smile on his face.
“Next week?”
Mingi was caught off guard at the question, being two hundred percent aware of Yunho’s glances.. They always met once or twice a week for training. Mingi couldn’t ignore the look in Yunho’s eyes, as if his words had a whole different meaning. His cock strained against his shorts before nodding, making a quick one-eight degrees and walking out the door.
Mingi made it to his car, driving to his apartment. He made it to his bed, frantically dragging his boxers to his thighs, freeing his rock hard cock. He closed his eyes, grabbing his cock and stroking slowly. His shaft was already slick with a thin layer of precum, making the process easier. Mingi closed his eyes, brows furrowing as he used his imagination. Yunho was on the skinnier side, but Mingi had a pretty good feeling that he had a large dick. As embarrassing as it was to say out loud, Mingi was a virgin. With someone as attractive as him, you'll think he was constantly getting hit on. Even though that was true, they never actually went anywhere. One of his wettest dreams was to get stretched by a large cock. If that did happen, it'll probably hurt. He had heard of dildo’s or outright shoving things up his ass, but he felt like there was a difference between sex toys and cocks.
The thought of Yunho’s cock fueled the fire within Mingi. He thought of sucking off Yunho, ignoring the need of oxygen as he fit Yunho between his jaws and down. Fresh cum jutting down his throat that he’ll swallow up. He wondered if Yunho would
He picked up the pace of his strokes, imagining Yunho grabbing his ass and pulling the globes apart. Would he use lube? Would he just spit on the pucker? The thought alone was enough to make Mingi even more excited. His lips parted open, eyes glossy as small pants left his mouth. He sighed, whimpering as his hands wandered under his shirt. He teased one of his nipples, moaning a little louder as the bud stiffened. He switched hands, this time sucking his thumb before teasing his other nipple. He was so close, lost in the abyss when he got a phone call. His ringtone filled the room, startling Mingi.
He hastily grabbed his phone, reading the contact name. Wooyoung. He groaned, the heat fading out as he accepted the call.
“Mingi! I heard you won the game! You're one of the finalists right? How does it feel? One more game until you'll be considered the best boxer in the world. Let's celebrate properly at my place!”
Mingi opened his mouth to decline the offer when Wooyoung spoke up again. His voice was sweet, but you couldn't ignore the demanding edge it had.
“I sent San to go grab a few beers. I also made great food. Nothing to ruin your diet..."
—
Mingi, Wooyoung and his equally annoying boyfriend, San, stood on the balcony of Wooyoung’s apartment. They leaned against the railing as they smoked, gray smoke blew out their mouth with each puff. San sighed before glancing at Mingi.
“You’re going to nationals huh? Do you know when it is?”
Mingi extinguished his cigarette on the makeshift ash tray, clearing his throat before speaking up.
“Some fancy ring at Incheon.”
Wooyoung whistled at the mention of Incheon, his brows furrowing in calculation. Then, his lips pushed out in a pout.
“Incheon? That’s almost a two hour drive…”
“Then don’t come.”
Mingi replied bluntly, as if it meant nothing. Wooyoung pout deepened, placing a hand over his chest as if he was physically wounded. San kissed Wooyoung’s neck, whispered something, before walking into the house.
“Mingi- I wouldn’t miss this for the world! I want to be there when you punch some fucker up the jaw.. Knock him out like a video game!”
Mingi raised an eyebrow in slight amusement, as if he couldn’t believe what Wooyoung was saying. He glanced at the Chrome Hearts necklace Wooyoung constantly wore around his neck, a simple but obvious flex of his wealth.
“Whaever.. I’m leaving..”
Wooyoung’s jaw dropped in disbelief as he followed him to the living room. San looked up from the tv, a beer bottle in hand as he watched Mingi get ready to leave.
“Leave? You got here like- forty-five minutes ago.”
“Forty-five minutes is plenty of time. I ate and had a smoke break.”
Mingi protested against San, who just returned to the tv. Wooyoung, being stubborn, hugged Mingi from behind, his hold surprisingly tight. Mingi however, broke free easily. Seeing that Mingi was insistent, Wooyoung scoffed in disbelief, finally admitting defeat.
“Fine.. We’ll talk another time. But seriously, we’ll drink till we drop when you get that trophy.”
Mingi waved his hand in the air, acknowledging Wooyoung’s words.
—
Yunho clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment as Mingi throws his fists at the punching bag. His hits are weak. His performance is slacking. There’s a slick layer of sweat that covers his body. The whole time, he can’t help but stare at Yunho, who’s standing on the other side of the punching bag. Yunho took a deep breath, jaw tense as he walked up to Mingi, his expression tight. Even though he was clearly getting agitated, that only turned Mingi on.
“You’re too relaxed. Your punches are weak. Tighten your muscles, engage your core.”
Yunho explained shortly, throwing his fists against the bag. The difference is strength was noticeable. This time, Yunho analyzed outside Mingi's line of vision. Mingi’s punches immediately improved, making Yunho hum in satisfaction. The gym didn’t have many people, but there were still too many people around. A couple more hours of work, water breaks, and tips passed by before Yunho called it off for the night. Mingi sighed in relief that the session was over, even though he spent more time undressing Yunho with his eyes rather than actually focusing. In the locker rooms, Mingi was bent over, packing his things when he felt Yunho’s hands on his hips, guiding him to a bathroom stall. He felt Yunho’s hot breath against his ear as his coach spoke.
“You think I don’t notice?”
Mingi swallowed hard. He could either play dumb and get caught, or hurt his own ego and admit how he’s been craving Yunho for god knows how long. Before he could pick any of those choices, Yunho continued, his voice deep, as if he was holding back. However, his body was flushed behind Mingi, his arms snaking underneath the tank top Mingi wore as a second skin. Mingi immediately leaned into the touch, a small gasp leaving his mouth as Yunho gently teased his nipples.
“The way you stare, look at me up and down like meat. You want me don’t you.”
The last part wasn’t even a question. It was a statement, as if Yunho already knew the answer. That was because he did, just like how Mingi did. He let out a small whimper as Yunho started groping both of Mingi’s pecs, feeling his stiffened and sensitive nipples against Yunho’s warm palms. A hand wandered down to Mingi’s waist, and the man stopped breathing. They heard a locker slam awfully close to them, but Yunho continued, feeling Mingi’s erection through his shorts. Mingi’s hands shook as they pressed Yunho’s hand firmer against Mingi’s groin, giving more friction.. Yunho gently licked the sensitive spot on Mingi’s neck, feeling as he flinched. Suddenly, Yunho stopped, taking a small step away from Mingi. The boxer whined, turning to face Yunho with desperation in his voice as he pleaded in a hush whisper.
“Please… I need you..”
Yunho just stood still, watching as Mingi nearly lost his mind at the sudden loss of dopamine. It gave him a twisted sense of joy. As if knowing that Mingi relied on him more than as a coach was some sort of trophy.
“Want me to make you cum? Instead of looking at me up down like some whore, actually put effort into nationals.”
Mingi nodded frantically, as if that was the only thing he could do. Yunho smirked.
“Good boy. Our next session is the week after next week, right before finals. Eat, rest, and figure out something.”
Mingi’s stomach fluttered with butterflies at the praise. He practically floated home, his mind replaying everything that had happened in that stall. He slumped into his bed, exhaling into his pillow as Yunho’s actions filled his mind. Hell, he could still feel his touch on him.
The following day, Mingi was at the gym, doing his routine workout when his phone rang. He placed down the weights he was lifting and looked at the contact name. Park Seonghwa, his manager. He answered the phone call, wincing as Seonghwa’s excited voice went straight to his ear drums.
“Oh my god! Mingi guess what!?”
Mingi groaned, debating on whether he had lost his hearing or not.
“What? Is it important?”
“I found out that the last semi final until nationals is here! In Seoul! And I also snagged up tickets so we can know who we’re dealing with.”
Mingi smirked, wiping sweat off his body with a towel. He knew this was a good opportunity. Seonghwa also had a good eye on things, so any help he could get was better than anything.
“Seriously? Text me the details and I’ll meet you there.”
Mingi instructed before hanging up. He finished packing up his things, walking out of the gym with music playing through his headphones. A few minutes later, his phone chimed with the event details. It was tomorrow night around even at some bougie boxing ring. Mingi had been at that place a couple of times for a few minor matches. He figured that he would rather go on a subway than drive there.
–
The night of the event, Mingi was at the subway station, eyes wandering around. He clutched the sleeves of his coat, feeling the cold winter night even in buildings. He headed towards a ticketing machine, standing behind a man who was using it. He squinted his eyes, then took a step back. The man looked back, turning out to be Yunho. He smirked at the surprise written on Mingi’s face.
“Mingi? You’re at the subway? At this time?”
Mingi gave a stiff nod, his shy personality contrasting with his appearance. He looked at Yunho up and down, noticing how he was significantly less layers than him.
“Are you not.. cold?”
Yunho shrugged, looking down at his outfit that was merely jeans and a hoodie.
“I don’t get cold easily.”
Mingi stared at Yunho as the older male bought his ticket. Mingi stepped to the ticket machine, typing in a few things before his ticket printed out. The entire time, Mingi felt Yunho’s eyes wandering his backside, like a predator when tracking prey. When he finally got a hold of his tickets, he gave a curt head nod to Yunho, hurrying off before his erection was noticeable.
When he made it to the arena, the seats were packed. Fans shouted, excited to watch the match. Mingi kept his head down, trying to find Seonghwa. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. The sudden touch jolted him, causing him to jump up in surprise. He whipped his head back, looking at Seonghwa with surprise. When he noticed it was just his friend and not some crazy paparazzi, he laughed in both relief and embarrassment, cringing at his reaction. They soon made it to their VIP room at the large arena. With their casual outfits that greatly contrasted from all the other VIP customers' suits, the security guard looked at Seonghwa and Mingi with skepticism.
“Oh come on! The room is literally reserved under Park Seonghwa.”
“I know,” The security guard answered before gesturing his hands at the duo.
“You two look like weirdos who are trying to get a free upgrade. Especially him, who you can barely see his face.”
The guard explained, making a jab at Mingi’s clothes that covered his whole body, including most of his face. The man lifted down his scarf to show his whole face. The guard immediately recognized Mingi’s identity, eyes widening in realization.
“Shit. You’re Mingi! Go ahead boys. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
In the room, Seonghwa pulled out a large bottle of wine, eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement.
“Holy shit! They got wine! And it’s the good shit.”
Mingi shrugged dismissively, watching as the match came to a start. The athletes weren't anything to dismiss easily. One of them had a concerning amount of scars. The other had bruises that looked like they bloomed only days ago. Seonghwa sat beside Mingi, watching the match closely. The two contestants fought with full force. After watching the match, it ended with someone getting hit right in the jaw, collapsing on the floor while blood pooled from the mouth. Mingi looked at the winner, analyzing closely.
“That’s my opponent?”
“Seems so.”
Seonghwa said, finishing his glass with a large gulp, sighing as he set the glass down. He clapped his hands together, amazed.
“That was a great match! Can't wait to see you against that guy. He looks like a worthy competitor. Someone you can go neck and neck on.”
Mingi just nodded, Seonghwa’s words going in one ear and out the other. When he heard Seonghwa’s comment about the finals, his mind immediately went to Yunho. His cock twitched in his pants at the mere thought. The way Yunho’s hands were all over him, his hot breath against Mingi’s ear filled with sinful whispers. The way Mingi easily submitted to his coach. Then, he remembered Yunho’s deal. Win nationals and get fucked by his own coach. Mingi bit his lips, trying to bite down the lustful thoughts he was feeling. Seonghwa, noticing how Mingi wasn't listening, rolled his eyes.
“Are you listening? No? Alright.. just make sure you practice and eat well.”
–
Mingi was on the balcony of his penthouse, letting out a small sigh, watching the familiar gray cloud of smoke come outside his mouth. He squished the cigarette on the ash tray, walking back into his kitchen. He pulled out a tub of ice cream, eating in silence when his phone started ringing. This time, San was calling.
“Hello?”
“Hi Mingi!”
San greeted Mingi in a teasing voice. A voice that meant that he was about to piss off Mingi no matter what was said. The boxer let out a sigh, speaking in a controlled tone.
“What are you doing?”
“Things.”
Mingi rolled his eyes. Right. Things. Because that made so much sense. Mingi took another large spoonful of ice cream, practically moaning at the sweet treat. San continued talking.
“One step closer to being the best boxer in Korea! How do you feel about that though? I bet Yunho would be ecstatic at such an accomplishment. That man loves you.”
Mingi shrugged on the other line, barely paying attention to San’s mini interview. However, the mention of Yunho heightened his senses, his ears turning red at San’s last statement. He groaned internally, already tired of San’s bullshit, who just laughed at the silence. Mingi rolled his eyes with annoyance. However, he couldn’t ignore the almost lustful feeling he got from hearing Yunho's name.
"If you want to know what I'm actually doing, I'm finding a gift for me and Wooyoung's third anniversary. I don't know what to get him."
Mingi snaps out of his thoughts when San mentions his anniversary. He knew the two loved spoiling each other. Last year, Wooyoung bought San and entire car. Mingi will never not be shocked at how Wooyoung dropped that money for someone who he was dating for only two years at the time. His reply came out with hesitation, thought evident in his voice.
"Get him something fresh, new. I mean- if you can spent millions of won on a chrome hearts necklace, you can spend that same money on a vacation...?"
San gasped on the other line, as if this was ground breaking information.
"Oh my god! I'm so stupid to not think about that... Thank you so much Mingi.. I'll come up with something."
–
Mingi’s gym session with Yunho came and went like a blur. He barely remembered the techniques Yunho taught him. He was two hundred percent sure that Yunho could see the painful erection of his hard cock. Mingi was hyper aware of the way Yunho’s gaze dragged up and down his body. Even worse, Yunho still had that cold, professional aura around him throughout the entire practice. Acting as if he didn’t have Mingi begging for him during their last session.
When nationals came around, Mingi was more nervous than anything. In the green room, Seonghwa knelt down beside Mingi, who was getting his gloves on.
“Look. I know you're like- hella nervous, but I can assure you that you’ll do great.”
Mingi nodded, the heels of his feet bouncing off the floor as he struggled to calm down his nerves. Yunho came over, resting a hand on Mingi’s thighs.
“Mingi you're not just my athlete, you're my friend. My best friend. So whether you win or not, I don't really mind. It’s the journey along the way..”
Yunho’s soft smile was burned into Mingi’s eyes as he punched his opponent in the ring. The audience cheered loudly, getting more hyped as the fight progressed. Mingi took a hit to the jaw, the familiar taste of copper pooling in his mouth. The sound of his boxing glove hitting the bare skin of his opponent rang in his ears, drowning out everything else as he went into focus. His moves weren't at all graceful but they were calculated. His body moved forward, throwing hit after hit and punch after punch.
Minho didn’t stop until he heard a thud on the ground. The man laid limp on the ground, blood coming from his nose and mouth. Mingi spat out blood, chest heaving as the referee raised Mingi’s arm in the air. The whole place roared as Mingi was handed his trophy. Mingi glanced to the side. Yunjin and Seonghwa hugged each other in relief. Hell, Seonghwa was crying which wasn't too surprising but still caught Mingi off guard.
In the back, Seonghwa ran up to Mingi, hugging him tightly. Mingi gently but firmly pried his manager off. Seonghwa bounced up and down in excitement, eyeing the trophy in Mingi’s hand.
“Oh my god! You did it Mingi! You're a champ! I’m so proud of you..!”
Mingi just nodded, setting his trophy down. Seonghwa sniffled, holding back tears. Yunho walked over, hugging Seonghwa and patting him on the back.
“There there.. we’re all happy.. no need to cry, Hwa. Go take a walk outside or something.”
Seonghwa sniffles and nods, muttering something about Yunho being right before running off. Finally, Yunho looked at Mingi, his expression cold before finally melting into a soft, gentle look. He gently cupped Mingi’s face, pulling him into a deep kiss. Mingi didn't waste any time, his hands sliding to Yunho’s small waist. Yunho let out a small moan as Mingi reciprocated the kiss. Yunho pressed his tongue against the younger man’s lips as a silent question before pushing past his lips. Mingi felt Yunho’s tongue swirl around his mouth. To Yunho, Mingi’s mouth tasted salty with a mix of blood.
They pulled away with a gasp, panting slightly as they caught their breath. Finally, Yunho spoke up, his voice slightly breathless.
“You did so well..let’s have dinner. My place.”
Mingi’s eyes widened at the offer, immediately nodding frantically. Yunho’s car was sleek, with black leather seats and the faint sweet, woody smell. Mingi looked at Yunho through the rear view mirror, his gaze dropping when Yunho made eye contact. A low chuckle filled the car as they slowed to a stop. Yunho looked back, noticing the red tint on Mingi’s face.
“Are you usually this shy during dates?”
Mingi’s head snapped towards the window, refusing to look at his coach.
“You can shower, eat, and get clothes at my place. I got you.”
Mingi nodded, his head hot with embarrassment. He stayed silent for the rest of the ride, the city lights illuminating the sky. When they made it to Yunho’s penthouse, Mingi looked around in awe. Yunho’s apartment has a deep, earth toned theme. There weren't too many plants but definitely enough to make a statement. Yunho gestured to a spared bedroom. Inside, there was a stack of clothes. Mingi’s eyes widened slightly as he stepped inside.
“Isn't this-”
“Your hoodie? Yeah. You left it at the gym this one time. Go take a shower and I’ll make dinner.”
–
Metal chopsticks clinked against the glass bowl at the two ate. Mingi took smaller bites, taking his time to chew. Yunho, on the other hand, ate his meal quickly, finishing with a satisfied sigh. Mingi looked at him with surprise, his own bowl only half done. Yunho smirked as he headed to the sink, washing his dish.
“What? Not my fault you still eat so slow..”
Yunho sat back at the table, watching Mingi slowly finish his meal. Mingi adjusted his hoodie, heading towards the sink. Yunho took the bowl away from him, his smile charismatic yet teasing.
“I insist.”
Mingi sat down on the coach, listening to the water run. His mind was all over the place. The gym bathroom, the promise, the kiss they had less than two hours ago. Mingi’s eyes widened at the reminder of the promise. He stared at the trophy on the coffee table. He snapped out of his thoughts when Yunho sat awfully close to him, his breath tickling Mingi’s ears.
“You're so needy.. already hard for me?”
Mingi’s face was now red. He was so up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice his erection. Mingi crossed his legs in humiliation, earning a small laugh from Yunho. The coach got off from the couch, sitting on his knees in front of Mingi.
“Let me treat you Mingi..”
Mingi hesitated for a moment, but spread his legs, a small damp spot at his crotch. Yunho hummed, speaking in a low tone as he worked with Mingi’s belt.
“I know you’ve been thinking. That promise I made with you at the gym. Is that why you're so ready for me?”
Yunho dragged his words, unbuckling Mingi’s belt at a painfully slow pace. Mingi buried his head in his hands, letting a small whimper as his hard rock was revealed, already slick with precum. Yunho smirked before speaking up again.
“Give me a color.”
“Huh?”
“What color is your hoodie?”
Mingi looked down at his sleeves.
“Green.”
Yunho nodded, gently placing his hands around the large length. A small gasp escaped Mingi’s lips, then a whimper. Yunho kept a slow, teasing pace, relishing on the sound of Mingi’s moans.
“If this is too much, your safe word is green.”
Yunho replied, voice tender. And with that, he gently inserted Mingi’s cock into his mouth. Mingi’s head leaned back, muttering a curse. Yunho hollowed out his cheeks, his tongue gently licking the tip. Mingi bit his lip hard, trying to conceal the noise. His legs shook with sensitivity, already overwhelmed with the feeling of ecstasy and lust. He subconsciously tried to close his legs. Yunho firmly placed his hands on Mingi’s inner thighs, keeping them open. Mingi’s hips jerked forward, body convulsing as his orgasm ripped through. Fresh, warm cum slid down Yunho’s throat. Yunho slowly got up, making eye contact with Mingi as he swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.
Mingi’s chest heaved, his body falling limp as the aftershocks lingered within him. He was slightly bewildered at what happened in the past five-ish minutes. He looked at Yunho through half lidded eyes before speaking, his voice quiet. Yunho gave a wicked smile, gently caressing Mingi’s inner thighs, earning a few more helpless whimpers.
“You really are a virgin..”
The coach then pulled out a small egg shaped object. It was black and looked like silicone. Mingi with his mind still clouded with ecstasy, barely had a time to glance at it before a jolt shot through him. He let out a choked sound, his muscles visibly contracting.
“Ngh…” Mingi whimpered softly, face contorting in a collage of different emotions as he tried containing his noises. Yunho clicked his tongue, casually raising the vibration level. Mingi’s mouth hung open in a silent cry before a broken sound came out.
“Ah- ah..! too much Yunho.. Too much..!”
Yunho leaned forward, giving Mingi another teasing lick to his cock. He ran the vibrator slowly up and down Mingi’s shaft, making sure he felt everything.
“Too much? I thought you liked too much..?”
Yunho teased as Mingi’s body convulsed. He tilted his head, observing the way Mingi’s hips jerked from the overstimulation. He spoke in a low tone with an undertone of rasp.
“Are you really going to come again from this? A simple toy being all that takes to break you? Pathetic..”
Mingi bit his lip, groaning loudly at Yunho’s degradation. When Yunho finally turned off the vibrator, Mingi let out a shaky sigh, the vibrations still lingering like a phantom. His body shivered in small twitches, his dick going limp. Yunho slowly got up, pulling his pants down to his thighs while making his way onto Mingi’s lap. Mingi clenched his jaw as Yunho grinded his hips against his. He could feel how tight Yunho was, and it made his head spin. The coach quickened his strokes, relishing in the way Mingi’s head tipped back in pleasure. His hands moved to Yunho’s ass, firmly groping the globes. Yunho cupped Mingi’s face, pulling him into a kiss. Mingi moaned into the kiss, reciprocating it before gently biting on Yunho’s bottom lip.
When they pulled away, Yunho ran a hand through his hair, chest heaving. He continued to grind on Mingi’s lip with a slow, controlled pace.
“F-fuck.. You’re so big Mingi… So good..”
Mingi’s lips quivered at the praise, his head resting on Yunho’s shoulder as his mouth worked on the neck, sucking and biting until red/purple marks showed up. Yunho tilted his head to the side, giving more room to Mingi. He brought his hands down and firmly gripped Mingi’s waist. Yunho moved his hands under Mingi’s hoodie, exploring the vast skin underneath. Mingi hastily removed his hoodie, exposing his sculpted torso. The quiet room was filled with pants and moans, lewd noises filling the space.
Yunho slowly got off Mingi’s dick, which was hard again. It almost hurt from getting an erection immediately after an orgasm, but Mingi didn't really mind. Yunho pushed the coffee table away, leaving room on the carpet. Mingi lazily crawled onto the floor, staying on all fours. Yunho went behind him, giving the boxer a firm slap on the ass. Mingi let out a yelp at the sting, body jerking. Yunho then used two digits, softly pushing against Mingi’s pucker before going in. Mingi reacted immediately, letting out a scream before a barrage of curses tumbled out of his mouth.
“Fuck…! Yunho-”
Yunho continued his ministrations, gradually stretching out Mingi’s tight hole.
“Ngh..You're so wet baby.. Don’t even need lube..”
Wet squelches were painfully audible to Mingi, the dirty sounds running straight through his system. By this point, Mingi could barely think or see straight, and Yunho was fully aware of that. He slapped Mingi’s ass again, watching Mingi jolt.
“Hey. You good? I don't want to overdo it for your first time..”
Mingi babbled something in confirmation, nodding his head. With that, Yunho slammed into Mingi, earning another scream, followed by a sob. However, Yunho reached over with an arm and covered Mingi’s mouth, leaning onto him.
“I know this feels good but I got downstairs neighbors.. Want them to know how much you love getting fucked like this?”
Yunho scolds as he slams against Mingi again. Mingi shakes his head, gasping slightly when Yunho lifted his hand, moving it to grip the athlete's waist. He kept his pace fast, deep, and angled just perfectly for Mingi to feel everything. He’ll slow his pace, focusing on deep, long strokes, relishing in the low rumble that'll build up in Mingi’s chest.
Mingi drooled from the mouth, eyes half rolled back as he lost himself in the rough pleasure. Everything hurt, but it stimulated him in a way he’s never felt before. He could feel another orgasm coming in, his moans getting wetter. He didn't even need to tell Yunho. He knew his coach could tell. Mingi’s body convulsed as another orgasm ripped through him. Yunho fucked him through it, slowly down his pace as he too climaxed, coming in Mingi’s tight, wet hole. Soon, they collapsed onto the rug. Yunho was on top of Mingi, but rolled down beside him. They stared at each other for a moment, catching their breaths. After about thirty seconds, Yunho spoke up.
“I’ll set up a bath for you…”
The coach kissed Mingi’s forehead before dragging himself up and to the bathroom. Mingi started at nothing, the sound of the water running blurring with everything. He felt like his mind was racing, but he couldn't really think of anything. After a few minutes, Yunho called him from the bathroom.
“Mingi! I got your bath ready..! It’s also warm..”
Mingi didn't answer, continuing to zone out. A few seconds later, Yunho walked over, his steps slightly uncoordinated.
“Get up.”
“Can't.”
Mingi replied, pouting slightly. Yunho rolled his eyes before scooping up Mingi. His legs shook, walking to the bathroom carefully.
“You're too old and big for me to carry..”
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Mingi lays in bed, feeling the sheets against his fresh yet sore skin, hickeys and bruises peek through his clothes. However, all he feels is internal warmth. Yunho walks into the room, wearing loose clothes. He climbs into bed, allowing Mingi to cuddle over him. Yunho gives a peck to Mingi’s forehead, delicately stroking his hair.
“Congratulations my national champion…”