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They've been dating for a few months now, yet it was still so new to them — that they could do all these subtle couply things and none would be the wiser. The members knew, of course they knew, but they had to keep appearances in front of their fans. Still, they allowed themselves a little indulgence from time to time: a brush of hands here, a stolen glance there. But today was different.
Maybe all the excitement and the adrenaline of the upcoming comeback got to them but they just couldn't keep their hands off each other. When the camera focused on other members, Yeosang glanced at Mingi, who shared a small, conspiratorial smile with him. Oh, he couldn't wait until the live was over and they could finally have some privacy to release the pent up emotions.
For now, Yeosang opted to bask in the fact that Mingi was sitting right next to him; their shared secret made them almost giddy. The fans would chuck it up to the comeback's hype but they both knew it was more than that. Mingi had been so vocal about his happiness that it was infectious. Yeosang acted quieter but he hadn't felt so content in a long time.
When Mingi took Yeosang's hand in his, for barely a second, he felt electric current run through him. He had to keep his composure, and he was quite good at it — years of practice on and off-stage helped tremendously. However, on the inside, he was already imagining all the things they were going to do afterwards. A promise still rang in his ear: “I will take care of everything and give you the best night before the comeback”. And he believed his boyfriend.
He had to admit, it felt nice to be taken care of. Although Mingi himself was sometimes quite aloof and disorganized, when it came to Yeosang, he put a lot of thought and effort in even the tiniest things. And Yeosang was only happy to reciprocate, giving him all he could. He never even imagined that the two of them would start dating, yet here they were, and they matched so well.
Yeosang had been apprehensive at first, scared of the consequences if the things didn't work out as the risks were enormous. But with Mingi's and other members' gentle encouragement he grew more confident and unapologetic. Yes, he was dating Song Mingi, a member of his own group, a man. And so what?
Obviously they had to keep extremely quiet about it and be selective who they trusted with the secret. But inside the small group of the carefully selected few who knew they were completely themselves, not hiding anything. In turn, the members and staff showed only support and the willingness to fight anyone who would dare say or do anything to oppose their relationship. They were very fortunate in that regard.
Although the relationship was still very new, Yeosang felt he was falling fast for the man. He hoped Mingi felt the same way, and from all the signs his princess was just as infatuated with him. He oftentimes caught stray glances directed his way, Mingi shyly turning away, being caught in the act. Yeosang would smile and continue on with the task at hand, but later, at night and in the privacy of his or Mingi's bedroom, he let it all out.
He liked how easily Mingi gave control to him. Although in day to day activities, especially when it came to dates and stuff, Mingi was the one who stepped up the most, the bedroom was a completely separate realm. There he allowed himself to let go and for Yeosang to take over, his pleasure at being taken care of evident in every little breath and involuntarily let out sound.
Yeosang relished in the power it gave him; the boost of confidence was unmatched. He loved taking his princess apart, making him beg, desperate, unraveling, and then deliver, making him feel so, so good. He was so pliant in his arms, so obedient, but also so deliciously shy. Never in a million years could someone imagine how delectably submissive Mingi was in bed, when his stage persona was built on the alpha dominant stereotype.
But that was all it was — a stereotype, a carefully created persona — and only Yeosang was privileged enough to see his true self. He valued these moments as they were rare with their incredibly busy schedules, and yet they both made sure to carve out time — not only for sex, but also to merely spend time together, just the two of them.
“Hey, Sangie,” he heard the deep voice near him. He turned his head, Mingi standing way closer than would've been appropriate on camera. Yeosang glanced back at the filming equipment and understood that the schedule was finally over. He caught Wooyoung's eye across the room, who smiled conspiratorially (Yeosang wouldn't be surprised if he was the one who helped Mingi with his plan). Yeosang rolled his eyes, not in the slightest bit amused by his best friend. Deciding to deal with him later, he instead directed all his attention back to his boyfriend.
“Is it time?” he asked, knowing the answer already. Mingi silently took his hand in his and guided him to the entrance. Yeosang saw a couple of the members glance their way but apparently everyone was informed of their desire to be left alone after the live as nobody asked any questions and simply let them go. Yeosang felt his ears turn pink, knowing what they were all thinking (rightfully so!).
They emerged in the back alley, where Mingi let go of Yeosang's hand (even in secluded areas you could never be too careful) and took him to one of the parked cars. He opened the passenger door for Yeosang, then climbed into the driver's seat once Yeosang was seated.
“Where are we going?” asked Yeosang, getting curious. They had to wake up early tomorrow and go straight to pre-recordings so they couldn't realistically go far. But Yeosang was willing to forgo sleep altogether just to indulge in these precious few hours of spending time with Mingi. His boyfriend chuckled mysteriously and turned the car engine on.
To be completely honest, Yeosang would be okay with simply going for a drive around the city, holding hands over the gear stick (a peak of romance). And yet something in Mingi's particular demeanor suggested that sex was very much on the table. It made Yeosang practically vibrate with anticipation. They definitely both needed a bit of this particular physical and emotional release that sex gave, which all the performing in the next few days would not provide.
He felt hunger grow in his stomach, and it was a different kind of hunger. Not for sustenance, it was for something very, very different. He felt his desire grow, like a dangerous predator ready to pounce the moment an opportunity arose. Yeosang hoped that opportunity came soon enough ‘cause gosh, he was horny.
When he saw Mingi take the usual route and then pull up in front of his dorm building, Yeosang felt calmness spread over him. This was familiar. They've done this routine quite a few times by now that Yeosang was comfortable enough to just let himself anticipate what would transpire between them shortly. The first time when Mingi took him back to his dorm, he felt so nervous, so unsure. Not that he doubted his abilities — he felt he had an adequate amount of skills for someone who didn't get laid often — but rather what their dynamic would look like, since the relationship was so new.
Despite all his worries, their first time was incredible, even if a bit awkward, full of constant check-ins and reassurances. Mingi was such a sweet top, completely different from his stage persona. Later though, as they got more comfortable with each other, Mingi became more open about what his true preference was. And Yeosang thrived on that. He knew he had a dominant streak in him somewhere in there but being able to take over and be in control during such intimate moments made him feel that much more powerful. It even translated into his performance, which got him compliments from the members and their dance team.
Only him and Mingi knew what truly transpired between them and Yeosang would like to keep it that way. Even if the members were curious, they kept things respectful and didn't tease or prod (for the most part). The only problem was Wooyoung who was whining about how he always shared all the details of his sex escapades with Yeosang and why his best friend didn't trust him to keep a secret. It didn't help that for the past year all of Wooyoung's escapades consisted of Yunho. He knew way too much about the sex life of the first couple in their group and he wasn't about to add fuel to the fire. But he could handle Wooyoung. He had been handling him for over 10 years now and Wooyoung knew to stop if he crossed Yeosang's boundaries.
Mingi rolled into the private parking lot of the apartment complex and expertly parked inside. He quickly climbed out of the car, Yeosang following suit. Teasingly, Mingi leaned over the car hood and Yeosang had to use all of his willpower not to pounce on him right then and there. They couldn't do anything here, where there were cameras and potential witnesses, even though the parking lot looked deserted. Mingi noticed the hunger in Yeosang's eyes, then smirked and turned around in the direction of the elevator, bouncing his hips as he walked. Yeosang supposed it was a way to seduce him, yet he barely contained a laugh, shaking his head at his boyfriend's ridiculousness, although in the same breath he couldn't wait to get his hands full of Mingi's voluptuous rear.
The elevator ride was torture as Mingi casually leaned against the mirror wall, biting his lip, his expression cocky. Yeosang knew exactly what game he was playing: he wanted to be a brat who got tamed. Unfortunately, it was working perfectly as by the time they were standing in front of the apartment that Mingi, San and Seonghwa shared, Mingi fumbling with the keys, Yeosang was so hard that he was ready to grind onto his boyfriend's delicious ass right there, just to relieve some tension. Finally, the door fell open and they were inside, Mingi turning the lock closed.
Yeosang couldn't wait any longer. He didn't even bother with turning the lights on and just acted on instinct, pushing Mingi back, slamming him into the door, as he pounced on him, a predator finally catching his prey. He crushed his lips against Mingi's, his hands automatically grabbing onto the thin waist. He pushed up, pressing closer, their erections meeting at last. As Mingi's mouth fell open, something between a moan and a groan escaping his throat, Yeosang's tongue pushed inside, claiming it. Mingi's hands reached around and got handfuls of Yeosang's ass, pressing him flush against his body. Yeosang was only happy for the opportunity to tame his overeager princess. He caught Mingi's arms and pushed them up over his head, one of his hands closing around both of his wrists (a tough stretch, but he could manage).
"Keep them there," he ordered, then got back to kissing, intent on driving his boyfriend mad with desire. Yeosang nipped at his jaw and Mingi instinctively threw his head back, exposing his neck. Yeosang suppressed the urge to bite and leave marks behind. They couldn't afford that, so he used his tongue instead, licking a stripe up his long neck.
"Sangie, we should…," Mingi started, a bit breathless.
"Take this to the bedroom?" Yeosang caught the hint.
He let go of Mingi's wrists and he immediately grabbed onto Yeosang's waist, pushing him deeper into the apartment, their lips connecting in messy kisses.
Mingi guided Yeosang carefully to his bedroom, shutting the door behind himself. He turned on the lights, switching the setting to a warmer half-dim when he noticed Yeosang squint from the sudden brightness. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to properly admire his boyfriend in all his glory. Mingi looked freaking gorgeous: his face slightly flushed, his lips deliciously swollen from all the making out, his blond hair not yet messed up too much (Yeosang planned on rectifying it soon). He always found Mingi attractive but it was amplified tenfold now that he had permission to admire him openly. He was still grappling with the fact that Mingi was his.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he said, stepping back towards his boyfriend.
"Says a literal angel," Mingi retorted, then stretched out his hands to wrap around Yeosang's body, their lips connecting once again, Mingi's fingers going into Yeosang's hair, nails scratching his scalp. He'd recently gotten a haircut and received endless praises from his boyfriend, which made him blush too many times in public. He was planning on finally getting back at him tonight.
Speaking of…
"How much time do we have?" he asked, hoping they wouldn't have to cut their night together short due to the members getting back and claiming their frustrating right to sleep in their own beds.
"Don't worry, babe," Mingi smirked conspiratorially. "Sannie and Seonghwa hyung have made their own plans."
"Oh." It was a bit of an open secret within their group that San and Seonghwa hyung fooled around from time to time. Yeosang personally never pressed the issue and only now it dawned on him that Mingi might've witnessed some of it.
"Did they ever…?" Yeosang didn't know how to finish that sentence.
"Oh my god, they're so fucking loud!" Mingi started complaining immediately. Huh, so this must've been happening way more often than Yeosang thought. "I don't really give a shit about what they do but man do they forget to be considerate when I try to just fucking sleep."
"So you kicked them out?" Yeosang was pleased with his boyfriend asserting himself for once.
"I threatened to record Seonghwa hyung's moans and slip it into a backtrack of a demo." Yeosang's eyes widened. "I wouldn't do it, of course, but that earned me a murderous stare from San and a very apologetic Hwa hyung. He said he gets lost in the moment and doesn't realize how loud he is. Sannie looked like a pleased cat all evening. I love him but my god, I really don't need to know how good he fucks Seonghwa hyung."
"Wow, baby, you went through so much to get me here," Yeosang praised, gently caressing his cheek, his princess instinctively leaning into the touch. Mingi's lips stretched into a little shy smile that he reserved only for Yeosang. Yeosang smiled back and went up on his tiptoes, to whisper right into Mingi's ear:
"Would you like a little reward for your efforts?" His other hand brushed over Mingi's erection straining his pants and settled on the belt buckle.
"Fuck, Sangie," Mingi breathed out, his body shivering under Yeosang's touch, betraying just how much he wanted it. "Y-you don't have to…"
"Shhh," Yeosang shushed, ghosting his lips lightly over Mingi's, then looked him right in the eyes as he exhaled against the plush pink: "I want to, princess."
Mingi nodded slightly, eyes darkening with desire. Yeosang didn't waste any more time and just sank to his knees, the floor of Mingi's room thankfully carpeted. He expertly undid the belt buckle, the button and the zipper, pushing the pants down to reveal, of course, Calvin Klein boxers. He pulled them down too, finally setting free what he was after.
Mingi was fucking huge, certainly the biggest dick he'd ever had, not that he had a sizable enough sample to compare anyway. But he liked it that way, and he especially enjoyed making Mingi beg for pleasure. For a brief second, he mourned the fact that he couldn't deep throat Mingi's dick cause, well, they had a shit ton of live performances scheduled starting tomorrow. That, however, didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun and also give Mingi's hard leaking cock some relief. He spit into his hand, then wrapped it around the thick length, giving it a few light pumps. Mingi knew to stay still and not to buckle his hips, no matter how much he wanted it.
Yeosang loved edging Mingi and whenever he acted up, he would only prolong his torture. So, his pretty princess learned how to be obedient and stay still and take whatever Yeosang was gracious enough to give him. Truthfully, Yeosang was willing to give him a lot but he knew they both liked this game, the reward being that much sweeter after a long denial. In fact, they had discussed their preferences after their awkward first time and Yeosang had been amazed at how perfectly they aligned. Yeosang didn't have much experience with domming, but Mingi trusted him. He was vocal about what he liked and wasn't afraid to stop something that didn't feel quite right, always giving feedback and stressing each time that it wasn't Yeosang's fault for crossing a boundary Mingi himself didn't know existed.
They have gotten so accustomed to each other's needs in a short amount of time that by now their intimate times were more of a "we know how to make it fun for the both of us", rather than stepping through a minefield of an unknown new relationship.
When Mingi's breathing quickened, Yeosang used his tongue to do a few experimental licks right on the slit that was leaking precum and Mingi gasped, shutting his eyes, trying to stay as still as possible. Well, that definitely wouldn't fly with Yeosang.
"Eyes on me, Mingi-ya," he instructed, and his boyfriend instantly obeyed, locking his eyes with Yeosang's.
Yeosang licked a stripe up one of the prominent veins that ran along almost the entire length, while his free hand fondled his balls. Then he took the head of his cock in his mouth, still maintaining eye contact, his tongue swirling around the head. He swallowed a bit more and started bobbing his head. Mingi couldn't hold back any longer so he grabbed at Yeosang's hair, steadying himself, using all his willpower not to fuck into the warm wet heat of his boyfriend's mouth. Yeosang took in as much cock as he could, careful of not letting it slip further into his throat, then hollowed out his cheeks, just like Mingi liked it. By now Mingi was a complete mess: his moans and curses were getting louder and louder, so much for complaining about his hyung.
Yeosang had a choice of either pulling off and leaving him frustrated or risking him coming down his throat (cause no way in hell was he not swallowing his boyfriend's massive load). But Yeosang really wanted to ride him tonight, and right now Mingi was already too close to the edge. He decided to have mercy on the blonde and began pumping the length that he couldn't get inside his mouth with his hand.
"Sangie, fuck, baby, I'm gonna come, fuck!" Mingi's hand tugged harshly at Yeosang's short strands, his voice tinged with desperation because he didn't yet know if he was allowed to come or if his boyfriend would stop at the last second. Yeosang's mouth was full of cock and he liked it that way, but he took a quick moment to pull off to reassure his princess.
"You can come in my mouth, Mingi-ya," he gave permission, his words met with a desperate whiny moan. He wrapped his lips around the head of his boyfriend's cock and jerked him off, Mingi's release quickly spilling on his tongue and down his throat as he kept swallowing until the floodgate stopped, yet he didn't pull off till he licked his dick clean.
He felt a needy tug on his hair and looked up, seeing Mingi's dazed, blissed out expression.
"Come here, baby," he asked, eyes glassy, and Yeosang finally let go of his cock and got up, Mingi's strong hands pulling him up, his mouth already open in invitation.
The kiss was hot and sticky and tasted of cum and Yeosang wouldn't have it any other way. From the way Mingi was humming satisfactory, sucking on Yeosang's tongue, he was also extremely pleased. That made him happy but also excited for the next part where he intended to take full control.
When they separated, Yeosang couldn't keep a satisfied smile from forming. Mingi noticed the change, his attention quickly snapping into sharp focus as Yeosang stepped away from him.
"Now, baby, get naked and get on the bed," he commanded. He noticed Mingi's eyes go a bit cross as he stepped away from the door and quickly got to business, pulling his shoes off first, then tossing his jacket away. His shirt followed suit, revealing delicious amounts of skin that Yeosang instantly wanted to devour. He struggled a bit with the pants and underwear that were already half off, and Yeosang got to indulge in the sight of his boyfriend's juicy ass as he finally got rid of the last piece of clothing. He crawled onto the bed and laid on his back, getting comfortable, a hand behind his head, a cocky smirk on his lips. A perfect image of a confident top that was so, so far from reality. His dick was already half-hard again, despite Yeosang knowing that he had just sucked the soul out of his cock.
His rebound time was fucking phenomenal, which made him an awesome top. The submissive nature was only an added bonus in Yeosang's eyes. Yeosang made a show of getting rid of his own clothes, knowing how much the waiting riled Mingi up, his arousal laying on full display against his stomach. His boyfriend was practically devouring his naked body with his eyes and although the attention made Yeosang a bit shy, he shook it off and got on the bed himself, straddling Mingi's hips.
Mingi's eyes raked hungrily over Yeosang's body as he stretched his hands out, needing to touch. Yeosang caught his palms with his own and pinned them over his head, threading his fingers through Mingi's, his body leaning over the larger man.
“No touching, princess, not until I allow it,” he whispered, then proceeded to kiss him senseless. He pushed down with his hips, grinding onto Mingi's abs, their cocks intermittently getting caught between their bodies, the friction simultaneously a bit dry and too good to stop. Yeosang moved lower, kissing down Mingi's throat, his clavicle and collarbones, the path inevitably leading to his muscled chest. There he continued the delicious torture, finally being able to leave some marks (he really hoped stylist noonas wouldn't think to strip Mingi this promotion period or they were screwed). He nipped at the honey golden skin of his boyfriend's pronounced tits, resisting full on bites. He licked one of his nipples until it got hard, then lightly grazed it with his teeth. He took the erect bud in his mouth, sucking in slightly, then bit down on it. Mingi's palms that were still pinned under Yeosang's hands, squeezed up, not fighting but more holding onto Yeosang's palms like a lifeline. He didn't suppress his moans this time, letting himself get lost in the pleasure Yeosang was giving him. And Yeosang loved this: the powerful rush that those sounds gave him — a testament that he was the one making his princess feel good. He alternated between the nipples until they were red and abused, a job well done in Yeosang's books.
He felt they were both getting impatient for the main event and Yeosang couldn't really hold out any longer. He would love to edge Mingi for hours, denying him the release but they had long days scheduled ahead of them and he couldn't afford that luxury. And, honestly, Yeosang really, really wanted to get fucked tonight.
He let go of Mingi's hands, then sat up on his haunches and reached for the bedside drawer where he knew Mingi kept lube and condoms. Having procured the desired items, he came back, arms full of the needed supplies. Mingi looked at him expectantly, knowing to wait for the instructions. He would’ve loved to give Mingi a show of fucking himself on his own fingers or even a dildo, making himself come and denying his boyfriend access to his hole. Sadly, that fantasy was going to stay in a “for the future” mental folder a bit longer.
"If you wanna fuck me, princess, you'll have to prep me,” Yeosang informed him, pushing a bottle into Mingi's hands. Yeosang was fully capable of prepping himself but today he wanted his princess to work for it.
Mingi took the offered item, glancing at Yeosang with uncertainty.
“You want me to stretch you?” he asked, a bit awed, as if his boyfriend had just given him the moon instead of a fancy lubricant (his princess obviously preferred the luxury brands).
Yeosang couldn't help a small adoring smile from appearing. Oh, his boyfriend was so cute sometimes.
“Yes, baby, I want you to use your fingers to get my hole ready for your dick," he reiterated, giving his princess clear instructions. "And you're allowed to touch me, but only to stretch or to steady. No naughty hands.” Mingi visibly pouted and Yeosang barely contained a giggle. He tried to go for stern and looked at Mingi seriously. “My dick is completely off limits tonight.”
Mingi audibly gasped.
“But babe,” he pleaded with his signature puppy eyes that nobody could resist. Yeosang was not immune to his charms, especially to this particular gaze that he secretly called “the bottom stare” (he loved the irony). Unfortunately for his princess, he had different plans.
“No arguments,” he said. “I wanna ride your dick like my personal toy and make myself come on it.”
Mingi's eyes widened, which didn't go unnoticed by Yeosang.
“Oh, my princess likes the idea of being used?”
Mingi nodded enthusiastically.
“Then get to work,” Yeosang instructed.
Mingi, eager to please, fumbled with the lube bottle and somehow it slipped from his hands and landed straight onto his face. Yeosang laughed at his boyfriend's ridiculousness, then took the bottle away and kissed the tip of his nose better.
“Are you okay, princess?” he asked, still laughing.
Mingi groaned, his dignity bruised and shattered.
“Hey, it's okay to be a bit clumsy, you're good at other things,” he teased.
“Yeosangie,” Mingi practically whined, shutting his eyes in embarrassment.
“Like making me feel good with your huge dick, which you could be doing soon if you hurry the fuck up.”
This time his boyfriend figured out the controls of the lube bottle and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers. Yeosang sat back on Mingi's abs, his ass slightly lifted, his legs spread wide so his princess would have an easy access to his desired heat.
Mingi reached down with his hand, his fingers easily finding his target. He circled Yeosang's hole, getting the sensitive skin accustomed to the slightly cold feeling of the lube. Then, he pushed his index finger in, applying just enough pressure to slip past the first ring of muscle. Yeosang let out a pleased sigh of relief at the feeling, his hole ready to be stretched and filled. Mingi stared at Yeosang intently, one hand holding his hip to steady him, the other slowly and meticulously working him open.
He took his time with only one finger, pushing in and out, getting Yeosang used to the intrusion. Then he pushed a second finger in; Yeosang's muscles resisted slightly, but he willed himself to relax.
"All good, Sangie?" Mingi noticed the slight discomfort.
Yeosang leaned down and pecked his boyfriend on the lips encouragingly.
"You're doing amazing, princess, please keep going."
Reassured, he worked the second digit in and when the slide of the two fingers got easier, he started scissoring them, preparing Yeosang's hole for the third finger. He'd been avoiding Yeosang's prostate on purpose and Yeosang didn't want to seem needy but he was getting impatient, so he pushed himself onto Mingi's fingers, trying to stir him in the right direction.
"Shhh, angel, wait just a little bit longer, I'm almost there," Mingi reassured him and finally added a third finger. Despite the long stretching, Yeosang still took a sharp breath at the sheer feeling of fullness. He fucking loved that feeling but it always took him some time to get used to, considering they didn't have many opportunities to have full on sex with their packed schedules.
"Keep going," Yeosang said once he realized Mingi had stopped yet again.
Mingi pushed in deeper, then curled his long fingers just right so that they finally brushed past Yeosang's prostate on their way up.
"Fuuuck!" Yeosang exclaimed in half-yell and half-moan, his body catching on fire just from the slightest touch on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Mingi pumped his fingers in and out several times, then focused all his attention on Yeosang's prostate, massaging it so that Yeosang felt tingles spread over his entire body, making his toes curl from the pleasure. He keened and half-fell onto Mingi's large frame, catching himself with his hands, his face hovering right over Mingi's.
"Let me," he pleaded and Mingi immediately knew what he wanted. He let Yeosang take over as he worked his hips, riding Mingi's fingers that were firmly glued right to his prostate, the stimulation giving him insane pleasure. Mingi pulled Yeosang down with his free hand, catching his lips. He opened his mouth, inviting Yeosang's tongue in and he used the invitation to ground himself, relishing in the familiar taste and heat of his boyfriend's mouth.
Going into this he wasn't sure if he would be able to come untouched tonight but that was no longer a concern as he was so fucking close from just fucking himself on Mingi's long fingers. Oh, he fucking loved this, and he would love it even more when it was finally time for Mingi's dick to be stretching him to his limits.
"Feels so fucking good, princess, I can't stop." Another plea, understood instantly. Mingi maneuvered his hand, slowly sliding his fingers out of Yeosang's greedy hole that clenched down, not wanting to let go, an embarrassing whine escaping his lips. Mingi caught it with his own while his free hand reached somewhere to the side.
Yeosang's eyes flew open as he heard the familiar tear of the fabric.
"It would be a hassle to clean all the mess," Mingi reasoned and Yeosang nodded. He loved it when his boyfriend came inside of him but the cleanup really wasn't worth it tonight.
"Okay, I need you to lie down and relax," Yeosang instructed, as he took a freshly ripped package from Mingi's fingers and situated himself on his boyfriend's hips. "Let me do the work."
He also took the lube bottle and squeezed a bit on Mingi's tip, making his boyfriend hiss. He slipped the “extra large” condom out of the package and rolled it onto his length, then coated it with a layer of lube. Mingi groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillows.
"Feels good, princess?" Yeosang teased as he pumped his hard cock a couple of times.
"Sangie, baby, please."
"Oh, is my princess so desperate to fill my hole?"
Mingi's face reddened with embarrassment but he nodded assent, his dick twitching involuntarily.
"Hold my hips but no touching anywhere else allowed," Yeosang said as he positioned himself over the larger man, lining up his hole with Mingi's cock.
He pushed down, the head easily sliding inside as Mingi's hands grabbed at his sides, steadying him. Yeosang let himself get used to the feeling, knowing just how full he would feel when he got all of Mingi's dick in.
He sank down, slowly going deeper and deeper, the slide so delicious, Mingi's dick filling his hole just right, making him feel so, so full. He threw his head back and let out a contented moan as Mingi's entire cock disappeared inside of him. Oh, how he loved this part — the way he was allowed to use Mingi's huge dick like his personal toy and the fact that Mingi liked it. It was like he got the best of both worlds — he got to be a bottom and be in control. He sat like that for a bit, just basking in the feeling of fullness that he could only get with his boyfriend.
Then he shifted, bracing his hands onto Mingi's biceps and slowly but surely started moving, adjusting the angle so that his princess' dick would hit his sweet spot.
"Oh fuck!" Yes, right there. As Yeosang figured out the angle, he increased his pace, riding Mingi's dick in earnest, relishing the pleasure that it was giving him.
Mingi looked awestruck, drinking the sight of his boyfriend in, fascinated by the image of Yeosang pleasuring himself on his cock. The power it gave Yeosang was intoxicating. He didn't hold back, pushing himself up, Mingi's dick almost fully sliding out of his hole, then slamming back down again, filling himself at once.
"You're such a good boy for me, Mingi-ya. Such a perfect pillow princess. Letting me use you like this, making me feel so good," Yeosang rambled as he rode his perfect princess, feeling his own release building in the pit of his stomach.
"Come on, angel, use me however you want, come on my cock," Mingi echoed breathlessly.
"I'm almost there, princess," Yeosang managed to utter in between the moans. "I need you to…" His head was getting cloudy, his words slurring.
"What do you need, Sangie?" Mingi asked.
"Move, please, oh fuck!" Yeosang demanded and Mingi obeyed, meeting his thrusts halfway, his hips setting up a rhythm to match Yeosang's pace, perfectly in sync.
It took only a few hard thrusts from Mingi's powerful hips and he was coming, painting both of their stomachs in his release. His walls clenched down on Mingi's dick and his boyfriend was pushed over the edge too, spilling inside the condom, buried deep inside Yeosang. He managed a few shallow thrusts, Yeosang's prostate getting that delicious overstimulation, then stilled and caught Yeosang who fell right into his arms. They lay like that for a while, trying to catch their breaths.
“Fucking hell, Sangie,” Mingi voiced eventually. “I think you sucked my soul through my dick twice today.”
Yeosang laughed, the vibrations echoing through Mingi's body right to where they were still connected.
“Fuck,” Yeosang cursed as Mingi laughed back, slowly pulling out, the drag causing a weird feeling to the oversensitive walls. When he slipped out, he carefully rolled over, laying Yeosang on his back.
He got up and quickly got rid of the condom, cleaned himself up with some tissues, then came back to bed and wiped Yeosang down. He threw the trash away and returned to Yeosang's side.
Mingi was big on cuddles and Yeosang came to appreciate it. Now it was an expected end to their intimate times: a way to wind down and to still feel connected when their bodies weren't practically fused anymore.
Mingi laid back down and Yeosang put his head onto his broad chest, Mingi's hand instinctively wrapping around Yeosang's shoulders. He sighed contentedly, his chest filling with warmth at the familiarity of this ritual.
“Thank you for trusting me,” Yeosang said quietly.
“I always trust you, angel,” Mingi reassured. “And it's me who should be thanking you, for coming with me tonight and for being such an amazing boyfriend and for being so good at sex.”
“Stop, Mingi-ya,” Yeosang playfully slapped his chest. “Let's just agree we both did good today.”
They laid like that for a while, a comfortable silence falling over them. Yeosang thought he could drift off like this. The showering, he reasoned, he could do later anyways.
“I think I am falling in love with you,” Mingi suddenly confessed. Yeosang's eyes snapped wide open as he looked up, Mingi's words not registering at first, and then he felt warmth spread all over his body.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to…” Mingi immediately started panicking. “You don't have to say it back or anything, Sangie. I don't know why I said it, please forget what I said, I…”
“Shhh,” Yeosang put a finger to Mingi's lips. “Don't panic.” Mingi automatically relaxed a bit at his boyfriend's instruction. “First of all, thank you for telling me. Second of all, wow, that made me feel so fucking good. And, the most important thing: I think I am falling for you too. I'm not saying it just to say it back. I mean it. It's how I've been feeling for a while. You've been so good to me and I love being with you. You make me happy, Mingi-ya, truly happy and giddy and so, so content.”
“Yeosangie, my angel,” Mingi said, sounding awed. “I still can't believe I am fortunate enough to be dating you, and now you say you feel the same way? What did I do to deserve this?”
Yeosang rolled his eyes.
“You didn't do anything special and you don't need to. I fell for you because you are exactly who you are. It's not about who deserves what, it's about finding the right person and working on the relationship together.”
“You're so smart, Sangie.”
“Stop it, you're smart too,” Yeosang countered.
“Should we agree that we're both smart and awesome at sex then?” Mingi echoed his boyfriend’s previous statement.
Yeosang let out a giggle.
“See, this is what I like about you.”
“My sense of humor?”
“Honesty.”
“Then can I be completely honest with you?” Mingi asked, getting serious.
“Of course, princess.”
“I still have a lot of doubts and insecurities. But there is one thing I am sure of: that you mean a lot to me and that I want to be with you, for as long as you want me to.”
“Oh, princess,” Yeosang felt his eyes fill with tears. “Come here.”
He reached out with his hand and tangled it in Mingi's hair, drawing his head closer so he could kiss him, slow and deep, hoping the gratitude he was feeling was seeping into the kiss.
When they separated, he stayed close, pushing his forehead against Mingi's temple.
“I wanna be with you, too, Mingi-ya,” he whispered in the space between them like a confession. Then continued. “You wanna know one thing I am sure of? I want you, always, in whatever way you would let me have you.”
Mingi turned onto his side so he was facing Yeosang.
“You already have me, angel, all of me.”
Yeosang felt tears start creeping in again so instead he pulled Mingi into another kiss. He felt like coming home, like he had found his place in the universe. And it was right here, being wrapped in Mingi's arms, holding and kissing his princess. He hoped that this bliss could last, if not forever then at least for a little bit longer, maybe, just maybe, for the rest of their lives.