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The air in Hawaii is so much different than in South Korea. It’s warm and a bit salty, a little romantic even… or maybe he’s just drunk. Seungcheol watches Mingyu from where he sits in the living room. He’s on a couch that’s facing the balcony doors, both of them wide open and providing Seungcheol with the best view. Mingyu’s leaning over the balcony railing, staring out at the night sky and humming to himself. Seungcheol can’t stop staring at Mingyu, watching him like a movie. His cheeks are cherry red and his body is burning up, the breeze coming in doing nothing but blowing the curtains and making Mingyu look even better right now.
Seungcheol doesn’t know how much he’s had to drink, but the current bottle is telling him that every idea in his head right now is a good one. He stands up and stumbles his way over to Mingyu, practically throwing himself onto him and wrapping his arms around him.
“Mingyu-yah~” Seungcheol slurs, his voice higher in pitch and whiny.
Mingyu looks over his shoulder at him then turns around in his arms and hugs him back, still leaning against the rail. He tilts his head down to meet Seungcheol’s eyes, raising a brow.
“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” Seungcheol huffs.
Mingyu glances into the house and spots the bottle on the table then reaches up to touch Seungcheol’s flushed cheeks. “How much did you drink, hyung?” he laughs.
Seungcheol doesn’t answer, too busy gushing over the man’s smile to even think of a response. Mingyu snaps his fingers then gently pats Seungcheol’s cheek a few times, the older man blinking as if coming back to his senses.
“Hyung, how much did you drink?” Mingyu asks again.
“I don- hic- I don’t know,” Seungcheol giggles.
“Okay, let’s get you some water and sit down.”
Seungcheol whines, shaking his head. “Don’t wan waterrr. Hmph.”
Mingyu sighs, throwing his head back. “Why are you always such a brat when you’re drunk?” he mutters to himself. He’s about to force Seungcheol into the house to get him water when he chokes on his breath, quickly looking down to where Seungcheol has his hand resting over his cock. Seungcheol gives a gentle squeeze and Mingyu huffs out a short breath and grabs Seungcheol’s wrist.
“Cut it out, Seungcheol. You’re drunk.”
“I’m s-still aware. Mingyu-yah~ don’t you wanna fuck m-me?” Seungcheol giggles.
Mingyu raises his brows, staring at him in shock for a moment. “Still aware? How many fingers am I holdin up?”
Seungcheol rolls his eyes. “That’s so stupid to ask, but four.”
Mingyu hums. “What’s your full name, age, and where are we right now?”
“Choi Seungcheol, th-thirty, in Hawaii on a balcony with an amazing view, though I can think of somethi-hic-ng else I wanna be on and an even better view while I’m on it,” Seungcheol answers without hesitation.
Mingyu’s cheek darken, already well aware of what Seungcheol’s implying. “I guess you’re not completely gone,” he says.
“Duhhh. I’m not a lightweight, dummy,” Seungcheol pouts. Mingyu licks his lips at the sight of it.
“Dummy?” he tilts his head to the side, raising a brow and smirking.
The hand that’d been on Seungcheol cheek makes its way around to the back of his head, gripping his hair tight as he pulls him into a kiss. Seungcheol whimpers, melting into Mingyu as the younger man leads the kiss. Mingyu’s body is hot against his, adding more warmth to his own and he wants nothing more than to feel their naked bodies sliding against each other. Mingyu’s other hand slides down to his ass and gropes. Mingyu’s never admitted to it, but he’s always loved how soft Seungcheol’s ass is, was always mesmerized by the way it jiggled just from taking a single step. Seungcheol gasps against his lips and Mingyu uses this chance to push his tongue into his mouth, tasting every inch of it, enjoying the way Seungcheol becomes putty at his touch, falling apart and right into his hands.
Mingyu yanks his head back and kisses the length of Seungcheol’s jaw then down to his neck, starting to suck hickies into his skin. Seungcheol moans quietly, pushing into Mingyu, the latter smirking against his neck then laughing.
“Y’know, I couldn’t tell if you wanted me or not. You been givin me mixed signals this whole trip.”
“Getting in your bed in the middle of the night and pressing up against you is mixed signals?” Seungcheol breathes out.
“You said you couldn’t sleep,” Mingyu laughs.
“Yeah. Because I wanted you to fuck me. Do you know how pent up I’ve been?” Seungcheol whines, pouting yet again.
Mingyu pulls back to look at him, his eyes heavy lidded and a smile on his lips. Seungcheol blushes and turns his head away, making Mingyu laugh again. Mingyu grabs his waist and pulls him closer, their clothed and hard cocks pressing together. Seungcheol hums in pleasure, Mingyu pressing quick kisses to any exposed skin.
“You could’ve just told me,” he whispers against his shoulder then presses a kiss to it. “I would’ve put you to sleep, hyung.”
He smirks when he feels Seungcheol shiver against him. “Yeah. You’d love that, huh? Want me to spread you open on my cock and give it to you rough?”
Seungcheol’s mouth falls open, but he doesn’t know what to say. He’s bottomed before, yeah, but he’s never been talked to this way, and he never thought he’d be into it. Usually he’s the one talking this way when he’s on top. He never once thought about anyone saying those same things to him. He wonders if maybe he’s not into it, and maybe it’s just because Mingyu’s the one saying it. He doesn’t answer because he doesn’t know how, at least that’s what he’s trying to tell himself because the answer is definitely yes. He instead grabs Mingyu’s hands and guides him back inside, the former grabbing his waist again when he stumbles. Seungcheol turns them around and shoves Mingyu onto the couch, eyeing him up and down and biting his lip at the way his legs spread naturally. Mingyu stares up at him then gestures toward his cock.
“If you want it, get on your knees and take it,” he says cockily.
Seungcheol does just that, dropping to his knees and pulling his pants down, staring in shock at how big it is. As long as they’ve known each other, of course he’s seen it before, but never this close. It’s just as big as his own, and that scares him when he thinks about the way people can hardly take his. He reaches for it and wraps his hand around it. It’s hot to the touch and Mingyu groans when Seungcheol starts to stroke him, effectively capturing his attention. When he looks up, he sees Mingyu’s head thrown back, takes in the length of his neck as his eyes trail down and pause at his chest.
“Take your shirt off,” he begs.
Mingyu looks down and hums, doing as requested then leaning back into the couch. Seungcheol leans forward, giving an experimental lick then taking the head into his mouth. He suckles on it momentarily then takes in more and more until his tip is pushing at the back of his throat and he pulls back, setting a steady pace.
“Fuck,” Mingyu moans. “I get why everyone you sleep with gets so attached. Your mouth alone is enough to make me wanna marry you right now.”
Seungcheol smacks his thigh, glaring up at him up but continuing to suck him off. Mingyu smirks.
“That bratty little attitude you get only makes me want you more, y’know.”
Seungcheol pulls off and pouts at him again. “You talk a lot.”
“And you look good with my dick in your mouth. What, are we stating the obvious right now?”
Seungcheol’s jaw drops and Mingyu laughs, reaching forward and pushing Seungcheol’s head down. “Back to work, hyung.”
Seungcheol doesn’t break eye contact as he’s pushed back down, tears building in his eyes as Mingyu pushes him until his cock is sliding down his throat. Seungcheol’s able to hold back his gag for a solid twenty seconds before he’s choking on it and Mingyu lets him up to catch his breath. He coughs wetly, spit and precum dripping down his chin and onto his neck.
“Good boy,” Mingyu coos, Seungcheol whining and trying to take it back into his mouth. Mingyu laughs. “You that cock hungry? Don’t you want me somewhere else?”
“Please,” Seungcheol begs.
Mingyu pulls him up and instructs him to strip, pulling his own pants the rest of the way off and tossing them. When Seungcheol finishes undressing, he yelps as he feels himself yanked onto the couch and laid on his stomach, Mingyu moving to sit his knees on either side of Seungcheol’s legs. Seungcheol hums, looking over his shoulder and watching Mingyu play with his ass.
“You ever had someone eat your ass before?” Mingyu questions, kneading it like dough.
“No,” Seungcheol answers.
“You want me to?” Mingyu glances up, staring into his eyes.
Seungcheol doesn’t give a verbal response, lifting his hips instead and burying his face in a couch pillow when Mingyu eyes him like a starved beast. Mingyu spreads his cheeks then spits between them, Seungcheol flinching then squirming when he feels it running down then onto his hole. Mingyu slaps his ass and he cries out, jerking forward before Mingyu roughly grabs his hip and pulls him back.
“Stay still,” he demands.
Seungcheol nods and he leans down until his face is right in front of his ass and he sticks his tongue out, licking a circle around the rim. Seungcheol lets out a shuddering breath. He licks up and down, hands gripping his cheeks so hard Seungcheol thinks he feels his nails about to break skin, but he doesn’t complain. If anything, he wants him to be rougher. He lifts his head with a loud cry, back arching when Mingyu pushes his tongue into him. He’s embarrassed by how often his cock twitches and dribbles out precum. As if reading his mind, Mingyu grabs it and starts stroking fast.
“Ah! M-Mingyu, please. You’re gonna make me cum,” he whines, chest heaving.
Mingyu pulls back then bites down on his ass cheek, smiling against the mark he leaves when Seungcheol cries out again.
“Go ahead. I plan on makin you cum until you can’t anymore,” Mingyu shrugs.
Seungcheol’s eyes roll as he cums onto the couch, Mingyu still stroking, only letting go when Seungcheol starts shaking. He doesn’t give him much of a chance to recover. The only break Seungcheol gets is Mingyu taking a moment to play with his ass again, entirely too infatuated with it. He spreads him open again and nudges his tip against his hole. Seungcheol pushes back against him, begging through his whines.
“Mingyu. Fuck me, please.”
“So needy. Be patient,” he laughs.
Seungcheol only whines more, wiggling his hips and pushing back in an attempt to get it in. Mingyu slaps his ass again then pushes him down until he’s flat against the couch. “I said be patient, dammit,” he growls.
Mingyu finally pushes into him and Seungcheol feels like he’s choking on it all over again. He can feel it in his throat and his head feels like it’s splitting, but God does it feel good. His fists curl into the pillow and he bites down onto it, his eyes rolling so far back he fears they might get stuck. Slobber and tears soak into the pillow as Mingyu sets pace, fast from the start and giving Seungcheol no time to adjust to it. Mingyu presses his hand hard into the small of his back and slows down for a moment, reaching forward and tugging his hair to pull his head back. Mingyu can’t say he’s ever seen someone look so pretty when they’re getting fucked. Seungcheol looks like he has stars in his eyes and his mouth hangs open in the most oddly enticing way, drool spilling from it. Mingyu licks it up and spits it into his mouth, leaning in to kiss him again.
“Listen to you,” he says, turning his head so his ear is next to his mouth. “Never heard you sound so desperate before. Cryin for me like a little bitch,” he laughs.
Seungcheol whines. “Mi- fuck!”
“Ahh, there is it,” Mingyu smirks, speeding up his thrusts and nailing Seungcheol’s prostate with every single one. Seungcheol tries to lift himself to get away from it, but the hand on his back presses harder and the one on the back of his head shoves it down into the pillow. Mingyu looks down at his ass and whistles, loves the way it bounces back every time his pelvis meets it.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get a piece of you,” Mingyu groans, pushing his hair out of his face.
“Why didn’t you say so?” Seungcheol manages to ask.
Mingyu’s hips stutter and he pulls out, Seungcheol crying and begging for him to give it back. Mingyu laughs gently. “Calm down. I’m nowhere near done.”
He maneuvers until he’s sitting on the couch with Seungcheol on his lap facing him. He watches Seungcheol take hold of his cock and lower himself onto it, a hand on Mingyu’s shoulder to keep himself steady. Mingyu grabs his hips and guides him in a slow grind.
“I didn’t say anything cause you’re one of my best friends and I didn’t wanna make things weird,” he says.
Seungcheol stares at him. He leans forward and presses his forehead to Mingyu, his hands on the back of his head and fingers combing through his hair. Mingyu hums, leaning into the touch. Seungcheol takes over, circling his hips slowly and dipping his head down to kiss the length of Mingyu’s neck. Mingyu bares it more to give him better access.
“Shit,” Mingyu hisses, hips bucking when Seungcheol sucks on his sweet spot. Seungcheol moans right into his ear.
“Sounds like you want more than just a fuck, Mingyu,” he whispers.
“And if I do?”
“What exactly do you want?”
“I just want you. We don’t have to do the whole labels thing… unless you want that…?” Mingyu says, uncharacteristically shy.
“Kim Mingyu, are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” Seungcheol asks in a hushed voice.
Mingyu really never thought that far. He wasn’t even really aware of how much he liked Seungcheol. At first it seemed like just a stupid crush as a result of being around him for so long, but he noticed even the older they got, the feeling never went away. It was like a slow burning fire, something he’d always brushed off as admiration, always said he looked at him in awe because he looked up to him. Because he was his role model. Because he wanted to be like him, a leader, an example for people, and sure, all of those things are true, but when it boils down to it, he likes him. He has liked him since they were idiot kids in a green basement and that’s a little scary to think about.
“Would you say yes if I was?”
Seungcheol hums, doesn’t answer right away, and it’s agony for Mingyu. He grows nervous and suddenly his confidence is wearing thin.
“Maybe…” Seungcheol whispers, pressing his forehead back against Mingyu’s. Their lips brush, and Seungcheol’s falls open farther when Mingyu’s cock pushes into his prostate.
Maybe? Mingyu’s thoughts race a hundred miles a minute. Maybe isn’t a yes. He could still say no. He could come down from the high of the sex, sober up completely and say no and they never do this again and it’s all over and Mingyu doesn’t know how-
“Yeah.”
Mingyu’s brain halts. “Y-yeah?”
Seungcheol nods against him. “I would’ve asked you myself eventually. I was just trynna figure out how. I was scared you’d say no.”
Mingyu has a lot to say, but he kisses Seungcheol instead. His hands falls from Seungcheol’s hips to his ass, lifting and dropping him faster. Seungcheol’s grip in Mingyu’s hair tightens, and he’s embarrassed at the way he sounds, crying because Mingyu’s cock splits him open like nothing ever has. He doesn’t even think a dildo will satisfy him ever again. He can’t get enough of the kisses Mingyu is pressing all over every part of his body he can reach, can’t get enough of the way every kiss sets his soul on fire and makes him want Mingyu even more. He wants him all to himself, and if he were selfish enough- crazy enough, he would lock him away in a place no one could ever find him. Little does he know, Mingyu feels the exact same. He’s dreamed of too many times keeping Seungcheol away from the world, coming home to him every day to see him waiting around like a puppy for him. The dream resurfaces any time Seungcheol’s feeling down when people talk bad about him. Mingyu can always tell that’s the problem before he even talks to him about it, finding his pout all too cute but being annoyed that he’s pouting because some random person claimed to hate him and not because of Mingyu’s playful teasing.
Seungcheol’s head rolls and falls back, his jaw looking damn near broken the way it hangs open when Mingyu bites down on him. He lets up then licks the bite mark and blows on it, loving the way Seungcheol shivers. His hands slide up to hips then his waist and he caresses him, Seungcheol wishing he could feel his hands there forever. Mingyu slides his arms around and wraps him in a hug, pulling Seungcheol into him until they’re chest to chest and Seungcheol’s moaning in his ear again.
“What if I just lock you away from everybody? Keep you all for myself. Have you waitin on me like the good boy you are,” Mingyu huffs out.
Seungcheol moans. “But I want you locked away, too. I don’t want people thinkin they have a chance with what’s mine,” he whines.
“You’re psychotic,” Mingyu chuckles. “I think deep down I always knew you were, but it’s so hot to see you not hiding that part of yourself.”
“You’re psychotic, too,” Seungcheol says through labored breathing.
“Yeah. Let’s run away together,” Mingyu says. “We’ll never have to worry about anyone not accepting us or bullshit scandals.”
Seungcheol doesn’t know if he’s being serious, but for a second he thinks about it, imagines a more simple life without the media breathing down their necks. He doesn’t get to answer, being bounced relentlessly in Mingyu’s lap and left to wonder when the hell he went and got so strong that he can manhandle him this way.
“Mingyu-yah~” he moans, crying out his name a moment later. “Mingyu-yah! I’m gonna cum again! Please!”
“God, I love the way you say my name. Say it again,” Mingyu demands, cock twitching inside Seungcheol.
Seungcheol wraps his arms around Mingyu’s shoulders and hugs tight, eyes squeezed shut as he continues to cry. His hole clenches around his cock, sucking it right back in every time he pulls out. “Mingyu-yah!”
Mingyu groans, hips stilling as he slams Seungcheol down on his lap and fills him to the brim with hot cum, forcing the orgasm out of Seungcheol. His eyes roll back and he drools onto Mingyu’s shoulder as his cock twitches between their bodies and spills white onto their stomachs, and then there’s just their breathing. Heavy and filling the following silence. Seungcheol slumps into Mingyu, face buried into his neck. Mingyu turns his head to press lazy kisses to his cheek, hands running along smooth skin.
“Would you run away with me?” he whispers, returning to the question.
Seungcheol nuzzles into him. “You know we can’t do that. Think about the group, Gyu.”
Mingyu sighs. “I know, it’s just… would we ever be able to tell anyone besides them about us? Ever?”
“Mingyu, can we maybe talk about this in the bath? I feel sticky. I don’t like it.”
Mingyu chuckles, but he can’t help to wonder if Seungcheol’s dodging the question on purpose. He wouldn’t blame him, though, if he was. He pulls out, Seungcheol hissing then standing with Mingyu’s aid. His legs ache and he can feel the cum leaking out of his ass and dripping down his thighs. Mingyu starts the shower and pulls Seungcheol in, standing behind him and hugging him as the warm water pours over their skin. Seungcheol closes his eyes and relaxes into him, tilts his head when he feels Mingyu rest his chin over his shoulder.
“I don’t think we could we say it directly… y’know? But it’s not like we have to hide anything. Not really. Obviously, we can’t be caught kissing in public, but who says you can’t hold my hand a little more on stage?” Seungcheol rambles.
Mingyu hums. “So like a secret relationship.”
“I wouldn’t really say secret. More like private. People who catch on, catch on, and people who don’t,” Seungcheol shrugs, “don’t.”
“So… we just don’t say shit?”
“Nope.”
“Never?”
“Ever.”
Mingyu huffs, his pout mirroring Seungcheol’s typical one. Seungcheol laughs.
“Let them figure it out.”
“I wouldn’t care if they didn’t accept us, you know. I’d give you everything. All the money, the fame… I’d trade it all for you,” Mingyu says quietly, kissing Seungcheol’s cheek.
Seungcheol’s cheeks heat hotter than the running water, and he covers his face, too embarrassed to admit that he felt himself swooning. “Yah! Wash me up! I’m tired.”
“Needy little puppy,” Mingyu teases, a smirk on his lips.
“First of all, you’re the one with a damn representative dog emoji. Second, you’re not that much bigger than me,” Seungcheol pouts.
Mingyu grabs the body wash and Seungcheol’s loofa, lathering it and staring to bathe him. “Yeah, but at the end of the day you’re still smaller and even before we admitted our feelings, you were always the one giving me puppy eyes.”
“Whatever,” Seungcheol mutters.
“I should’ve realized sooner, really,” Mingyu sighs. “Fuck, I’m an idiot.”
“Well, you’re my idiot now, so hurry up and wash me so we can cuddle and watch a movie or something.”
“So demanding,” Mingyu laughs.
They shower in a comfortable silence, though Seungcheol’s not sure if he’ll be able to sit through a movie. The sound and warmth of the water along with Mingyu’s touch and the scent of the body wash has his eyes fluttering and his head drooping until he falls into Mingyu. Mingyu is gentle with him, like he’s fragile despite the fact that he really isn’t so much smaller than he is. But, still, he’s gentle. With everything. His touches. His gaze. The way he speaks to him occasionally. Complimenting him and praising. Seungcheol thinks he might be able to fall asleep right here in the shower, standing with Mingyu’s arms wrapped around him, but he manages to keep it together long enough for Mingyu to wash himself so they can get out. They don’t redress, simply drying off and exiting the bathroom to get in bed. Mingyu doesn’t bother putting on a movie, watching as Seungcheol gets in bed after him and rests his head on his chest. He places one of his hands in Seungcheol’s hair and strokes it gently, his other resting on his stomach, next to Seungcheol’s.
“Yah. Hold my hand,” Mingyu says.
The groan Seungcheol lets out is more of a purr, a sound Mingyu’s heard before but never this clearly, and he has to force himself to stay calm.
“Don’t wanna,” he says, his pout deep and tired.
“Yah!” Mingyu laughs, starting to tickle Seungcheol and smiling at the way his laughs sound so genuine and happy.
“Stop it! Mingyu!” he giggles. “Okay. Okay! I’ll hold your hand.”
Mingyu stops after another few seconds and pulls Seungcheol closer, grabbing his hand and kissing his forehead. “Go to sleep, puppy.”
“You go to sleep,” Seungcheol huffs, before kissing his chest. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”