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He lay sprawled on his stomach, legs swinging in the air, controller loose in his hands, the low hum of the console filling the room while Mingi was still in the shower. He’d finished his own not long ago, hair damp, water still darkening the shoulders of his oversized blue hoodie, the fabric slipping and riding up every time he shifted, doing a terrible job of covering anything properly.
A long pillow was tucked beneath his chest, fitting neatly between his thighs, supporting his rather awkward position to hold a controller properly. Not like he needed to with how low the skill level was in the lobby.
He watched with mild amusement, unimpressed, thumb idle on the joystick as a guy was busy constructing yet another ridiculous structure, walls stacked on walls, climbing higher and higher toward the cliff Yunho stood on.
Fortnite wasn’t his favorite game, not by a long shot, but he wasn’t really in a position to be picky. This was just a hotel room, not his flat back home where everything was set up exactly the way he liked it. No shelves of games, no familiar comfort, just whatever was available. So the fact that there was even a console to begin with felt like a small win, especially considering he’d more or less borrowed it from the front desk. One game was better than nothing, and he’d take what he could get.
When the guy finally emerged, proud of his little fortress, Yunho didn’t hesitate as he took out his gun, putting a clean bullet in his head.
A laugh bubbled out of him, sharp and breathless, adrenaline buzzing through his veins. He popped an emote just to be obnoxious, scooped up the loot, and bolted before anyone else could show up to take him from behind.
Just as he curled around a rock, the bathroom door creaked open behind him, followed by bare and unhurried footsteps against the floorboards, sharp light spilling across his laying figure and the white sheets around him.
“Yunho, you’re still playing?” Mingi asked, voice low and worn, the edge of a long day clinging to every word.
He hummed quietly as he sorted through his inventory, fingers flying over the buttons with practiced ease, every click sharp in the otherwise quiet room.
Even in a lower lobby, he refused to slack off. Yunho never played just to get by, luck and half-hearted wins had never been enough for him. What he chased was precision, control and the rush that came with knowing he was good. The imagined reactions on the other end, the admiration mixed with frustration, the curses spat out in jealousy as he lined up his shot and dropped yet another enemy, fed something addictive in his chest.
It was a high he never seemed to get enough of.
“Yunho?” he heard Mingi calling back to him, the sound of his own name blurry as it bounced around his distracted brain, a quiet hum leaving his throat, to at least pretend he knew what Mingi was saying.
Mingi sighed, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “We’ve got a tight schedule tomorrow. Like, really early.”
He slid across the field, seeing someone running towards him so he stacked a wall, going up to fall unnoticed from the side, only to be cornered by yet another wooden surface. He chewed his bottom lip as he barely missed a bullet, shoulders tensing.
“I know,” he murmured, eyes never leaving the screen, pressing into the pillow beneath him.
Just as the guy came too close for comfort, he built another ramp, distracting his opponent which was to his advantage as he fell right in front of him, gun in hand and pulling the trigger, eliminating sound ringing through the room.
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, taking whatever he needed from the explosion of loot, running away. "I'll be quick.”
Mingi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You said the same thing right before I went to shower.”
Yunho hummed again, almost amused, his fingers never stopping the frantic movements. “This is the last one. For real.”
“You said that too.” His voice dipped lower, carrying a weight Yunho didn’t need to see to recognize. He could picture it easily, the faint frown tugging at Mingi’s mouth, arms either folded tight across his chest or shoved deep into his pockets.
All the years of orbiting each other made you learn the shape of someone’s moods without ever looking.
Yunho didn't answer as his character was ambushed, shots tearing through the space around him, close enough to make his pulse spike. He scrambled for a weapon, fingers moving on instinct as he fought to regain control, teeth sinking into his lip while bullets narrowly missed their mark.
Mingi clicked his tongue, irritation creeping in. “Wow. You’re actually ignoring me.”
Right on cue, a sharp kill notification echoed through the room, and Yunho laughed under his breath, adrenaline buzzing. Only then did he turn his head, finally looking at Mingi, freezing for half a second.
He had in fact arms crossed over his bare torso, skin still dewy from the heat of the shower. The blue he’d dyed it recently streamed down his chest in thin rivulets, disappearing into the waistband of his joggers that sat criminally low on his hips. The faint line of his happy trail peeked out, illuminated by the glow of the TV, grabbing Yunho’s attention for more than it was considered appropriate.
“I’m not ignoring you,” Yunho said easily, wiggling back into place, the hoodie sliding up again, baring more of his creamy thighs and the swell of his ass. He swears it was unintentional. “I’m just…focusing.”
Mingi scoffed softly. “Yeah, sure you are.”
He slung the towel onto the chair with a dull thud and moved closer, climbing onto the bed. He settled down next to Yunho’s legs, back against the headrest, close enough that Yunho could feel the warmth of him without looking, making him relax at the familiarity of it.
“You know that’s rude, right?” Mingi said, tossing around the sheets, fishing out a pillow and stacking it behind his back.
“Dunno what you're talking about.” Yunho replied, eyes glued to the screen as another enemy emerged, his gun following the movement to find the right timing to shoot.
“It's because you're addicted to that stupid game.”
He fired a shot, the crisp sound of it cracking through the speakers, clean and sharp, licking Yunho’s spine in another wave of adrenaline at the kill, his lips stretching in a lazy smile.
“Am not, you're just being ridiculous.”
Mingi huffed a laugh despite himself. “Whatever...It doesn’t change the fact you were supposed to be done already."
Yunho continued clicking away on the controller, fighting a small smile that wanted to creep up his face. "Yeah, yeah."
The TV light washed over Yunho’s dark hair, turning the edges of him soft, almost angelic against the blue fabric that stretched over his now broad shoulders. They got significantly bigger since he started going to the gym, more prominent in everything he wore, the older pieces not fitting over his frame anymore.
Lost in thought he didn’t notice Mingi’s hand that rested against his calf without hesitation, fingers warm, the touch familiar.
Yunho jolted slightly, laughing from the electricity that shot across his leg. “Hah, seriously. What came over you today?”
Mingi glanced down at his hand that stood still, already grinning as an idea popped up in his head.
“Nothing?”
“Sureeeee,” Yunho said, squirming just a little, the touch homely against his cold skin. “But seriously stop it. It tickles.”
“Huh,” Mingi murmured, his fingers tracing a slow, lazy line up Yunho’s leg. Goosebumps chased the touch, Yunho’s skin prickling everywhere Mingi passed. “Really?”
Yunho shot him a look over his shoulder, his brain no longer solely focused on the game but also on the delicate brush of Mingi's fingers. “Yes, really. So stop.”
“You had no problem ignoring me just now.” Mingi said lightly. “Like I didn’t exist. What changed?”
Yunho sucked in a breath when Mingi’s fingertips dipped just behind his knee, grazing that sensitive spot that made his leg tense instantly, a warm feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach.
Yunho cocked a brow, smiling to himself.
“I didn’t ignore you, Mingi,” Yunho said, exasperation laced with amusement. “Stop whining and let me play. If you’re that bored and don't want to watch, I don't know, entertain yourself some other way.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he said and Yunho could nearly hear the pout in his velvet like voice.
As much as he wanted to tease Mingi further the game chimed, making him turn back slowly, determination sharpening his focus.
Yunho’s thumbs moved automatically, muscle memory taking over as he sprinted across the map that he could draw with his eyes closed. The forest thinned ahead, stretching into a vast field that stood empty apart from an unmoving figure just a few steps away, his next target, completely unaware, probably checking inventory.
It was an easy kill, nothing complicated, so Yunho slowed down, careful not to give himself away, lining up the shot from behind. He adjusted his aim, breath steady, finger hovering over the joystick to fire yet another clean headshot that he would store in a designated folder in his brain to have something to flaunt with later.
Only to lose composure as Mingi’s lips grazed his heated skin.
The fluttering touch startled a soft sound out of him before he could stop it, a quiet hitch of breath that had nothing to do with the game. He felt the sticky lip balm linger on his skin only to be swept up by Mingi’s tongue, the heavy weight of it making his blood warmer.
He heard him groan as he grabbed a handful of his other thigh, the flesh bouncing as he kneaded it, relishing in the aftertaste of his strawberry scented body wash.
“Mingi, baby…What are you doing?” Yunho asked, trying to keep his voice even, willing himself to focus so he would not lose the opportunity for this easy kill.
Yunho felt the deliberate touch of his fingertips travel up his thigh, the small circles sending a spark of delight up his spine, dissolving into something warm in his chest.
Mingi sucked harder this time, the pressure of it being soothed with his wet tongue, giving the darkening spot a chastise kiss. “Entertaining myself.”
Yunho could feel the burning gaze of Mingi’s dark eyes on the back of his head, the weight of it making Yunho shift instinctively against the pillow, his cock now semi hard beneath the fabric.
“Since you don’t want to.”
Yunho tightened the grip on the controller. “You’re making this way more dramatic than it is. It’s a game, Mingi. You’re the one slowing me down. It's annoying.”
Mingi’s hands settled on his thighs yet again, but this time higher, his long fingers nearly curling around the whole of his soft skin, pressing in slow, deliberate motions.
“Annoying you how?”
“You know exactly how.” He made the target back his center of attention, clicking a button the moment their body came into view, the sound of it getting hit resounding through the room.
“Mm,” Mingi’s hands moved, spreading the soft flesh, intently observing how it fit snugly between his fingers. “Me touching my boyfriend is annoying?”
Yunho scoffed. Mingi could be impossibly stubborn when he wanted to be. Then again, so could Yunho.
His fingers never slowed on the controller as he spoke, voice edged with challenge “You know it’s not about that, I've literally just told you why. You can touch me–”
“Good,” Mingi said softly, cutting him off, shifting behind him, the mattress dipping slightly with his weight. “Then let me do my thing.”
Yunho rolled his eyes, another smart remark dying on his tongue as he felt the heavy weight of Mingi's hips settle right on his leg, the semi hard cock already leaking against the cotton of his joggers.
Some of the irritation melted away once it clicked that Mingi wasn’t actually mad. He was just needy, a little jealous, and very much craving Yunho’s attention. The realization curled a smile at Yunho’s lips.
“I’m fine with you touching me, but this,” he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to not lose himself to the needy man behind him, the whole situation making him slowly feel lightheaded. He was just a weak man after all. “you’re playing dirty like this.”
Mingi’s rolled his hips as his fingers traveled up to settle in the curve below his buttocks, squeezing so hard Yunho nearly choked.
“You're one to talk.” he murmured, lips ghosting over his soft skin.
“Not wearing anything underneath.” Mingi replied, tone teasing as he slid his hands even higher, pushing the rest of the hoodie up till it bunched up in the dent of his waist.
Yunho moaned low in his throat, fingers trembling against the joystick as the cool air hit his delicate skin, shivers running down his spine from being looked at. Yeah he was a weak man.
“And why is that?” He felt the hands boldly kneading his ass before a sharp sound of a slap rang through the air, Yunho’s mouth falling open from the sting, soon being soothed by Mingi’s caressing fingers.
Yunho bit back a sound, shifting against the pillow, the pain turning into a pleasant shiver that made his dick twitch.
“I just didn’t feel like it,”
“Sure you didn’t.”
The game sounds swelled again, distant gunfire pulling Yunho’s attention back towards the flashing screen.
"Not everything is about you, big boy." He opened a chest tucked behind a rock, pretty purple outlining the gun as it spun in the air, a small sound of happiness at the drop making its way out of his chest.
And it was true, he didn’t intend to lay here with bare ass but the game started right as he was supposed to slip into underwear, throwing it somewhere in the room as he jumped onto the bed and grabbed the controller.
“Can’t I dress comfortably for myself?”
Mingi didn’t say much for a while, soft hum of the game filling the room, the sound of footsteps against the grass crisp to his ears.
"For yourself, huh?” he heard Mingi whisper behind his back, breaking the suffocating tension, his skin burning as he tried to pinpoint the next target. "You're being so selfish today Yunho.”
Yunho swallowed, now actually ignoring Mingi's last words, skin prickling as he scanned the area for movement, climbing the small rise ahead. Just as he reached the top gunfire cracked suddenly, one shot slicing past him close enough to make his pulse spike.
“Shit—” He ducked behind a tree, breath coming fast now. That had been close.
He crouched there for a second, fingers tightening around the controller as he prepared to move again, senses stretched thin.
And just as he was dragging the pads of his fingers against the buttons to fire again he felt Mingi’s hands settle back beneath his buttocks, thumbs digging into the supple flesh as he harshly spread him, the tight hole clenching from the exposure.
He bit his lip as Mingi groaned low in his throat. "Always so responsive.” He spat between his cheeks, the liquid running down haltingly, electricity shooting to the tip of his toes.
"Who's the selfish one now?" Yunho breathed out, his fingers trembling against the buttons as he tried to roll out with any strategy, all the blood from his head rushing towards his dick. His head was empty as he rushed carelessly into the field, pupils dilating when his first shot missed.
He heard Mingi laugh, the hot breath ghosting too close to his ass, the tight grip not letting up, becoming even harder with each passing second. "What? Are you only allowed to?"
Mingi blew at Yunho’s pretty pink rim, moaning at the sight of it clenching desperately, muscles beneath his fingers flexing.
Yunho barely missed the next shot, his abdomen tight with nerves. “Fuck..”
“Oh,” Mingi said softly, almost amused. “Did I do that?”
Yunho tried to get back to his senses but he couldn’t, all of his thoughts circling towards the burning touch of Mingi’s fingers against his ass and the heavy weight of his dick on his calf. It was hard and twitching, Yunho’s mouth watering involuntary at the thought of it flushed and dripping pressed to the back of his throat.
Yunho groaned quietly, frustration mixing with adrenaline as his sweaty palms moved across the controller again, his mind absent as he shakily took aim, shooting blindly towards the target.
To his surprise the enemy dropped, dissolving into a burst of loot on-screen.
“There,” Yunho breathed, triumph and strain tangled together. “See? I’m fine. So don’t flatter yourself.”
“Yeah?” Mingi hummed, clearly unconvinced.
“Yeah,” Yunho started, breath hitching despite himself, “You will not be getting what you want. I’m not interested in the slight–”
The rest of the sentence dissolved into a broken sound as Mingi’s hot and rough tongue swept past his hole, a blissful sensation spreading like wildfire over his belly, precum leaking uncontrollably from his sensitive cock.
“God,” he breathed, fingers curling uselessly around the controller. "This is not what I meant by entrertain yourself."
He couldn't control his throat as it spilled a long moan when Mingi nibbled the skin on his ass, his mouth tracing slow, unhurried paths along Yunho’s skin, leaving a burning path of dark purple marks on his skin, the plush lips lingering just long enough to make his thoughts scatter.
“Well,” Mingi murmured, voice low as he kissed one of the lovebites, making Yunho’s back arch instinctively, the searing touch stealing the air straight from his lungs from delight. “you're reacting so sweetly I don't think you mind it?”
“Yes, I do mind. You're literally sabotaging my game right now because you're jealous.” Yunho shot back, though it came out strained.
Mingi clicked his tongue. “I'm not jealous,” he repeated. “I'm just taking care of you while you play. Trying to make you relax. You're all tense and that way you definetly won't win.”
“You’re doing a really bad job then.” Yunho muttered even though his whole body trembled like jelly, hips rocking back without his permission, chasing the warmth on instinct.
“At least you notice me now.” Mingi teased, hovering just close enough to spike Yunho’s heartrate.
Mingi’s insistence was almost endearing, the kind that made Yunho’s stomach flutter with heat, the tension coiling tighter in his stomach, unbearable now, every nerve stretched thin
“But I was thinking you’d last longer than this. Big gamer Yunho, so proud and unbothered.”
He picked up the scattered loot, muscle memory taking over even as his thoughts lagged behind. He glanced up the screen seeing just two enemies in the other team were left to roam the map, while his team consisted of just him, which earned a quiet groan from him.
“Cat got your tongue? You’re going to ignore me again?”
“Mingi, I swear to god…” Yunho squirmed, voice low. “For the last time I’m not ignoring you. Just let me finish, I’m literally about to win.” His mouth fell open with another suck on the skin near his tight heat, the pleasure reaching the tip of his toes.
“Sure you are,” Mingi replied, licking at the mark. “Any second now. Just like you were ‘about to finish’ before I went to shower.”
“It was but the game stretched longer than I thought it would.”
“Uh-huh.” Mingi hummed, breath ghosting Yunho’s heated skin.
Yunho scoffed, fingers trembling over the joystick as he ran aimlessly over the vast map. “Now you’re ignoring me! You’re being unfair.”
“And you’re stubborn,” Mingi said fondly. “It’s cute. And irritating. Makes me want to break you.”
Mingi’s hands tightened as he pressed another slow kiss to Yunho’s skin.
“Break me? What are you talking-” Yunho groaned, then immediately regretted how breathless it sounded as Mingi dived straight into his tight hole with his tongue. He was meet with nearly no resistance, licking fully inside, sucking on the rim till it became puffy and wet with spit.
“Mingi, fuck… you jealous, litte–” Yunho’s breath broke on the name, the sound slipping out before he could stop it. His head tipped forward, mouth falling open. His fingers curled uselessly around the controller as waves of pleasure rolled through him with every flick of Mingi’s tongue.
Yunho twisted just enough to look back, vision swimming. Mingi’s eyes were dark, half-lidded, locked onto him with an intensity that made Yunho’s chest ache and fire spill in his abdomen. He was unashamed with the slow and deep roll of his hips, clearly enjoying every second of this push and pull, how wrecked Yunho looked with just the tip of his tongue, how easily he unraveled.
“You're a freak." Yunho muttered, breathless as Mingi sucked another hickey to his sensitive ass, his own hips twitching pathetically.
Mingi laughed softly and gave him a sharp, grounding slap that made Yunho gasp from the sting. “And you love it,” he said, voice dipping. “Don’t lie to me on top of it all.”
He would be lying if he said he didn't.
Yunho bit his lip hard, a small, helpless sound slipping through anyway as he watched Mingi trail kisses back down his body, never once breaking eye contact. The intensity of it made his chest tighten.
He spat onto his skin again, the sight of string of spit breaking and smacking Mingi on the chin so filthy it made Yunho's dick throb.
Yeah. The match was definitely over. And so was any hope of staying composed.
“Fuck you... And your–your fucking tongue.” He half moaned, blush reaching the tip of his ears as he humped the soft cotton of the pillow beneath him shamelessly.
“Yeah?” Mingi murmured, licking yet another love bite to the unmarked plate of skin. “My tongue got you all distracted? Aw, sorry.”
“As if you didn't plan it, you jealous freak.”
“But I didn't. Only if you haven't ignored me, this would have turned out another way.” he smirked as he jiggled Yunho’s ass between his fingers.
“Oh my god, I can't believe you’re still hung up on that. And you said I'm stubborn– Shit, Mingi…” Yunho’s brain nearly spilled from his ears as Mingi pushed the wet tongue mercilessly down his hole, spreading Yunho out with his thumbs to give him even more access, fucking him open till Yunho was nothing more than a pliant body in his hands.
Yunho’s neck gave up soon, not able to keep his head up, pressing his cheek into the controller that he had been gripping like his life line. Heat pooled in his stomach, sweet moans rolling from his open mouth, drool leaking down the corner and onto the buttons, mixing with the remnants of sweat from his palms.
He rutted into the pillow under him, chasing the slowly building climax, not caring in the slightest for the game that breathed in front of him or the piercing pain of the buttons pressing up his closed eyes.
He felt calloused fingers press against his cheeks, squeezing them harshly.
“You're so easy, already falling apart. So pretty.” He smiled proudly, moving the bangs out of Yunho's eyes.
“You're lucky I’m too tired or I would bite your dick off because you’re an asshole.” he huffed, trying to not look too much at Mingi's lips, too pink and too swollen from all the sucking, or the way his chin still glistened faintly with remaining spit.
“You would never, you love it too much.”
“Keep lying to yourself, like you’ve been doing the whole night.” Yunho muttered, heart skipping a beat at the smile that stretched over Mingi’s lips lazily.
“Oh?” Mingi leaned in just enough to crowd his space. “You’ve heard what I have been saying?”
“Mingi, please…” Yunho pushed at Mingi with the sole of his foot, making him lose his balance and land his hands on both sides of his head so he wouldn’t crush Yunho. Not like he would mind it.
“You better shut up and stop spilling all that bulshit. Finish what you started, yeah?”
For a moment, Mingi just stared, eyes heavy with lust as his dick twitched which Yunho could feel on the bare of his ass, sending a shiver down his spine.
“So demanding for someone who didn’t want to acknowledge me.” He felt him dropping back by the squeak of the mattress, hands finding their way back to the dent in Yunho’s waist and pulling him back till he was on his knees.
He let out a pathetic whimper when he felt the head of his cock catching on the hem of his hoodie before it fell out, dripping onto the mattress below him.
“You’re so pretty like this Yunho. So wet and open for me.”
Yunho buried his face into the sheets beneath him, whole body twitching as Mingi’s eyes and hands raked up his body, pressing harder into the soft flesh of his ass cheeks.
“Stop ogling, please.” Yunho breathed, the words coming out weaker than he meant them to. His hips shifted on instinct, pressing back into the firm hold on him before he could stop himself.
“Only if you apologize.” he said calmly, like he wasn’t the one undoing him as he pressed his lips into the soft flesh of his thigh, sucking another dark mark that earned him another silent moan from Yunho.
“Huh? Apologize for what?” he scoffed, lifting himself up on his trembling arms, muscles like jelly as he looked over to see Mingi already looking at him. He was going to drive him insane tonight.
“For choosing the game over me,” he said softly. “For telling me off, ignoring me. Like, I had to work pretty hard to get your attention. Don't I deserve anything for it?”
“What are you even saying?” he shot back, though the edge was dulled by how unsteady he felt. He couldn't believe Mingi was doing this now, when he finally had all his attention, his dick drooling all over the bed, hips twitching under the heavy weight of his palms.
When nothing followed his question he bent down, sinking his teeth into Yunho’s ass till the area turned pink and Yunho hissed, the sting travelling straight to his dick that hung heavy between his bitten thighs.
Yunho groaned quietly, head tipping forward for a second as if gathering himself. “You’re being ridiculous right now, Mingi. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation, over a fucking game.”
“So what’s it going to be?” he replied, voice low and unwavering, hands still on Yunho’s hips making him nearly insane with the lack of movement.
Mingi was impossibly stubborn and Yunho was determined to be annoyed with him but found it impossible.
Not with those stupidly pretty eyes, those unbearably rosy cheeks, those lips that practically begged to be kissed, or that stupidly big tongue that streched him so deliciously.
Just as his character went down in the background, Yunho swallowed hard, pride warring with want, making him finally give in with a frustrated exhale.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, the words dragging themselves dryly out of him, blushing harder than when he had Mingi’s tongue shoved down his hole. “Okay? I’m sorry for being selfish.”
Mingi still hasn’t moved and the waiting was unbearable, need curling tight and hot in his stomach, breath coming shallow and uneven. Yunho clenched his fists, knuckles whitening as he fought to stay still, throat tight. “C'mon, just, don’t stop, yeah? Please Mingi, you have me now, so please–”
Whatever he’d been about to say vanished as Mingi shoved two fingers past the stretch of the pink lips, traveling up to the back of his throat, stealing the air from his lungs, eyes prickling with tears at the intrusion.
“Good,” Mingi murmured near his ear. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? You could have done it from the beginning.”
Mingi fucked his face sloppily, coating his fingers in the warm spit while Yunho tried to suck on them, licking around the digits. His thoughts were hazy now, scattered, the world narrowing down to warmth and pressure from the lack of oxygen reaching his brain.
“I will treat you so good, a lot better than those fucking pixels."
He pressed back into Mingi’s hand at his hip, heat curling low in his stomach at the way Mingi’s jealousy bled through every touch. It pulled a low sound from him and the moment Yunho heard it, a shiver raced straight down his spine, satisfaction blooming warm and reckless in his chest.
“Fuck, Yunho. God.” Mingi couldn't piece anything coherent as he watched Yunho’s bare ass, covered in pretty purples and pinks, pressed against the front of his joggers. "You have such a nice, round ass. Wanna eat it.”
His fingers popped out of Yunho’s mouth, drool spouting down the corner of his mouth in thin rivulets. Yunho licked at his own puffy bottom lip before he cutely jutted it out.
“Then do it. Bet it would amazing if you fucked me open...” Yunho whispered, voice small but daring, all dignity long gone.
Mingi looked at him and couldn’t quite believe it, how undone Yunho looked, cheeks flushed pink all the way up to his ears, lashes damp and clumped together as he blinked up at him through heavy, unfocused eyes. His hair fell messily over his brow, soft and touchable, and the way his body trembled beneath Mingi’s gaze made something warm and achingly fond bloom in his chest.
"Oh it will." He drew his hand back slowly, fingers gliding down the gentle arch of Yunho’s back, following familiar lines like he knew them by heart.
Yunho shivered at the touch, melting into it without thinking, fitting perfectly beneath Mingi’s palm. It felt natural, right, as if this was exactly where they were always meant to end up, right in the soft curves and dents of his flushed body.
“I will fuck you so full, pretty boy.” He peppered his ass cheek in kisses, his slicked with drying spit finger circling his rim before one of them slipped past the tight ring of muscles. Mingi groaned into his skin when the velvet walls wrapped around his digits, swallowing it past the knuckle easily.
Yunho moaned at the stretch, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he gripped the sheets between his sweaty palms as the blissful sensation bloomed again, deeper and heavier this time.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Mingi.” Yunho gasped, the words breaking apart as his strength finally gave out.
His arms trembled, then slipped, leaving him sinking into the bed the moment he felt Mingi’s tongue press against the tight fit of his digits up his ass. It was overwhelming in the best way making him cry out at the fullness, the combination hardening his already throbbing cock to the point it hurt, spilling precum from his red tip.
He pushed his ass harder against Mingi’s face, chasing that feeling with a quiet, needy sound that tore from his chest. Mingi nibbled at his rim, putting a second finger inside which made Yunho’s mouth fall open, the sheets felt soft beneath his cheek, his thoughts dissolving into nothing but soft hum, sweet like cotton candy.
Mingi’s fingers were relentless as he kissed his thighs and ass, sucking even more hickeys into Yunho’s skin till he started hiccuping, Mingi’s own hips stuttering.
"If you haven’t been so stubborn I could have fucked you sooner. So fucking pretty, god.” Each breath against his skin raised goosebumps, each murmur of praise sending heat straight through his spine.
Mingi nuzzled into his ass before plunging his tongue in tandem with the rocking fingers, Yunho’s high pitched moans spurring him on, even as he felt his biceps burning and jaw aching.
He was hitting his prostate dead on, the force of it rocking Yunho’s body making him hit his head on the controller that nearly slipped down the bedding.
“Yes– just– just like that.” Yunho choked out, already feeling delirious with the incoming orgasm. He tried clawing at anything near him to try and ground himself, the heat in his belly maddening with the way Mingi lapped at his tight rim, biting and sucking while curling his fingers.
“I’m close, don’t–don’t stop, fuck.” He clenched around Mingi’s fingers, getting him to groan as the velvet hug around his digits, squeezing his ass with a free hand before he smacked it, hard.
Yunho choked on air, legs trembling. Oh.
“Fuck…” Yunho cried out, back arching as everything snapped into white-hot release, spurting cum in ribbons all over his baby blue hoodie, splattering over it like a canvas. The pads of Mingi’s fingers milked out his orgasm till Yunho started shaking, guiding him through it with an almost cruel tenderness.
Slowly Mingi’s fingers slipped out of his stretched out hole, leaving Yunho hypersensitive and a little breathless, like his body hadn’t quite caught up with what just happened. The absence felt loud in its own way, his skin still buzzing where Mingi had been moments before. He let out a shaky breath and relaxed, muscles finally giving in as the tension drained out of him in heavy waves.
Mingi shifted back, settling against the headboard with a tired exhale, one arm thrown over his face like he needed a moment to recalibrate. Yunho slid down the bed, grimacing slightly at the uncomfortable stickiness clinging to him, before lifting his head again.
When he looked over, Mingi had moved his arm just enough to peer at him, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, lips swollen and pink in a way that made Yunho’s chest feel strangely full.
“What?” Mingi murmured, voice rough and low, cheeks flushed a deep, unmistakable red.
Yunho snorted softly, dragging his legs closer despite how boneless they felt, hissing under his breath when he shifted in a way that dragged his sensitive cock against the hem of his hoodie.
“Nothing,” he said, unable to stop the small laugh that slipped out. “You were just… cute. A bit irritating but cute nonetheless."
Mingi groaned, turning his face into his arm for half a second before peeking back at him. “Don’t say that,” he muttered. “I’m already embarrassed as it is.”
That only made Yunho smile wider. He crawled over, movements slow and lazy, and settled himself between Mingi’s legs like it was the most natural place in the world.
Instantly, Mingi’s hands found his waist beneath the hoodie, warm and familiar, holding him there without even thinking about it. Yunho leaned in, pressing his face into the side of Mingi’s neck, breathing him in. The tension melted completely then, his shoulders dropping as contentment settled deep in his chest.
“Well good, because I've never seen anyone be jealouse of Fortnie.” Yunho nosed under his jaw as a laugh bubbled up his throat.
“I was not jealous. I just wanted you to pay attention to me.” He pinched his skin in retaliation, earning a surprised gasp from Yunho who straightened instantly and locked eyes with him.
“Yeah and it was because I wasn't for once solely focused on you.”
"So you admit you were ignoring me!"
"Mingi, please stop twisting my words. I will hit you."
"You would never."
“Okay, maybe I would not.”
Mingi cracked, laughter spilling out as Yunho kissed the tip of his nose, gentle and quick. “But I’m not letting you off easily for distracting me like that. I totally would’ve won.”
“Oh please,” Mingi said, rolling his eyes as he leaned in, peppering Yunho’s neck with soft, lingering kisses that made him laugh again. “It wasn’t even your account, why do you care?"
"Because I like playing games, they make me feel good."
"I can make you feel better, you just need to ask.”
Yunho laughed softly, the sound warm and unguarded, as his hands slid up Mingi’s arms. His touch was unhurried, almost reverent, fingertips grazing just enough to leave goosebumps in their wake before slipping up his nape. He cradled Mingi’s face then, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, holding him there with a tenderness that didn’t quite match the sly curve of his smile.
“You're being serious... god, you're so stupid Mingi.”
"Am not..." he whispered in a small voice, a total oposite of what he was just minutes ago, fucking Yunho's brains out. It was adorable to say the least.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night big boy." Yunho murmured, the words dissolving into the space between them as he leaned in. He kissed Mingi, slow and familiar in the way that still managed to steal his breath every single time. His chest fluttered, that ridiculous rush of butterflies blooming like it was the first kiss all over again. He pulled back just enough to grin.
"But it doesn't change the fact I may need another shower.”
Mingi looked away, ears flushing red as heat crawled up his neck, fingers curling into the fabric beside him. Yunho’s smile softened into something curious as he tilted his head, watching Mingi chew nervously at his bottom lip.
“What is it?” Yunho asked gently, his hands drifting down without much thought. The moment his hands fell into Mingi’s lap, his lips twitched in understanding.
He glanced down, eyes lighting up with unmistakable amusement as he took in the sight of the dark, wet spot blooming in the front of his joggers. Yunho pressed his fingers lightly there, just enough to make Mingi groan, thoroughly exposed and flustered.
“And apparently,” Yunho added, voice teasing but fond, “you may need one as well.”
Mingi let out a low, embarrassed sound and reached up, catching Yunho by the chin to stop him from saying anything else. His grip was careful, affectionate, his smile small but enough to make Yunho’s chest ache in the best way.
“Shut up,” Mingi muttered, leaning in close again. “Gamer boy.”