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The beeping sound from the electronic lock of the dorm's front door was music to Minho's ears when he finally arrived home. Minho was tired, tense shoulders carrying his work bag on his way back from a long variety show filming and a recording session with Chan. The day had been packed and he could barely believe it was finally done, itching to take a warm shower and cuddle his boyfriend to sleep.
Ideally, he wouldn't have worked today at all. Minho hoped to take it as a day-off and spend it doing something fun with Jeongin for their very first anniversary, maybe even taking the train to the beach to have a more private time than the bustling madness of Seoul and idol life. However, one could only wish. The variety show appearance would be good for them, more promotion and visibility and all that — the company would never let him pass the opportunity. When he broke the news to Jeongin, his heart ached to see the pretty corners of his mouth downturn. It was only for a split second though, as the youngest quickly nodded in understanding and pecked Minho's cheek.
“It's okay, hyung. I understand,” He spoke, a close-lipped smile with a hint of dimple showing — Minho didn't know if Jeongin had ever realized how quickly his heart melted.
Instead, they settled on celebrating it some other time, when their schedules allowed for it. Still, that didn't make it hurt less when he had to wake up early in the morning and leave Jeongin still asleep in his bed, cutely curled up in their covers.
Only with the faint tune of their lock falling into place did Minho notice how unusually silent their apartment was. Surely it wasn't so late that everyone would be asleep already. Strangely enough, as early as 8 P.M., there were no yells from Yongbok playing in his room, no noise from Seungmin in the kitchen and no sign of Jeongin sprawled on their living room couch.
Huh. Okay. That was unusual.
“Jagi-ya?” Minho yelled out, “You there? I'm home!”
“In my room, yeobo!” Jeongin's voice called out from inside and a smile unknowingly stretched on Minho's lips.
He wasted no time to take off his jacket, his shoes and leave his bag by the front door rack, eagerly walking to his boyfriend's room. This sight was only seen privately, mostly by Seungmin and Yongbok, who had to bear the brunt of living with the one couple in their group. Still, there wasn't much complaint from their members — bless their hearts. It was much worse having to hide it all in their public schedules, keeping it professional in their day-to-day lives, so the dorms became the one place to be their most comfortable and unabashedly romantic.
And this was the perfect example. Jeongin wasn't one to express his affections with much PDA or sappy speeches, but what started as a teasing joke when they first started actually flirting became the pet name Jeongin will only ever call Minho. Yeobo.
Minho's heart was already fluttering by the time he reached the door, but it just stopped altogether when he saw into Jeongin's bedroom.
The lights were dimmed and Jeongin laid in bed. He was on his side, the tiny silk robe he wore almost slipping to show a bit more than his milky thighs in an attempted seductive pose. A plate with chocolate-covered strawberries sat on the bedside table. Minho closed the door behind him in pure habit, eyes trained on his boyfriend and mind nowhere else.
Minho felt a giggle bubble up unrestrained when he took notice of the most amusing part of the sight Jeongin made — a big red satin ribbon was the rope tying his robe around his waist, with a frankly too huge bow adorning his boyfriend like an obnoxiously luxurious anniversary present. A billionaire might gift their lover a convertible car with one of those bows, yet Jeongin was giving… himself, it seemed.
And Minho loved it, feeling his cheeks starting to hurt from his wide smile as he laughed.
“Hyung…” Jeongin whined from his position on the bed, “Don't laugh. Don't you like it?”
“Oh, baby,” Minho took a deep breath to halt his laughter, coming forward to crawl into bed alongside Jeongin, laying on his side to face him, “I absolutely love it. I love you.” He fiddled with one end of the ribbon as he locked eyes with Jeongin, pleased to see his face completely flushed from shyness, “Are you my gift, jagi?”
“Yes,” Jeongin said, trying to suppress a shy smile as he held eye contact with Minho. Before, this was a struggle. Jeongin would feel so deeply seen, unused to having such a look of longing, love and care directed at him, that he wouldn't know how to react. Now, albeit with blushing cheeks and flustered words, Jeongin stared right back — and Minho felt just as wanted.
“Then of course I love it, Jeongin-ah. Thank you for the gift,” Minho leaned down to peck him on the lips. “You're adorable, the best gift I could get.”
Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation, “But I don't wanna be adorable, I wanna be sexy. For once, at least.”
“Well, you're always sexy to me,” Minho reassured, kissing him again on both cheeks, then on his lips, slightly sucking on the bottom one. Another kiss on his chin, his jaw, his neck. Jeongin leans his head back, craving the attention on his neck and jaw, sighing in content as Minho kissed his way up to his ear to whisper, “But you do have to admit this is a bit silly, no matter how much I love it.”
“I know,” Jeongin laughed, the tension between them suspended for a moment, “I wanted to do something nice… and a bit silly,” He ended with a secretive whisper and a shy giggle. Minho was so enamored he felt like he would burst, explode in a million pieces from so much fondness. Jeongin then shrugged and said with a coy smile, “But what else can I do? All I know from the movies is sexy robes, rose petals and chocolate strawberries. Did it work?”
“Oh, it's perfect,” Minho said with a smile, one hand sneaking to his nape to pull Jeongin into a deep kiss, finishing it in small pecks on his lips, “Couldn't ask for a better way to spend our anniversary than unwrapping you.”
Jeongin hummed with a smile, unable to hold his giggle in between pecks before he spoke, “Well, do it then.”
“Patience, baby. Where's the fun in that?” Minho tutted, leaning down to trail the tip of his nose along Jeongin's neck, drawing goosebumps on his skin from the almost-not-there touch. He could spend eternity like this, body flushed with Jeongin's. He recognized the sweet scent on the nape of his neck with a pleased grumble, “You smell so good, jagi.”
“Yeah?” Jeongin turned to lay on his back, to which Minho accommodated himself on top of him, lodging his leg between Jeongin’s. His heart skipped a beat as Minho took in Jeongin below him — hair splayed on his pillow, pretty eyes intently trained on him, devouring Minho with their gaze, and parted full lips with a glimpse of teeth that Minho would beg for a bite. His admiration was cut short though, when Jeongin wrapped his arms around Minho's neck and pulled him closer, craving for more contact. “It's for you.”
Minho chuckled, amused by Jeongin's earnest romanticism for their first anniversary — it's the little things that endeared him the most, like the dimmed lights and using the perfume Minho likes the most. His heart felt full and he was taken over by the need to make Jeongin feel so good, to have this day be just as memorable for him too. He already spent most of the day at work, might as well make it their night.
He trailed kisses on Jeongin's neck, fueled by his ragged breathing when those kisses turned into hickeys. His hands grabbed Jeongin's waist, squeezing gently as he licked a stripe from his neck to his jaw, drawing a loud moan from Jeongin.
“Careful, baby. The others might come home any time, do you want them to hear?” Minho whispered, tantalizingly.
“They won't, I made sure of it,” Jeongin muttered back with a satisfied sigh, lightly pulling Minho's hair at his nape.
“And how did you do that?” Minho chuckled, feeling somehow even more attracted by Jeongin's planning.
“Sent them to have dinner with my card, told them to not return until I texted them they could,” Jeongin whispered, lifting one of his legs to wrap it around Minho's lower back, “Now kiss me.”
“Wait,” Minho drew back to look directly at Jeongin, a wide teasing smile in his features, “Baby, it's our anniversary and you're paying them a fancy dinner?”
“Stop,” Jeongin groaned in embarrassment, covering his face with his hands. Minho grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the pillow, drawing a needy whine from Jeongin, “I mean, yeah, but that doesn't matter now. Can we please stop talking about Yongbok and Seungmin?”
Jeongin punctuated his sentence with a grind of his hips, using his leg to press Minho's hips harder against his own to feel his unmistakable erection. Minho let out a sigh himself, kissing Jeongin passionately. After a few kisses, they started to grind against each other despite the layers of clothing between them. Minho squeezed Jeongin's hands, an unspoken order to keep them above his head, and instead grabbed Jeongin's thighs, using them as leverage to grind down and elicit muffled whimpers from his lover.
Jeongin parted their lips to draw a deep gasp, followed by a repeated low pleading, like a mantra, “Off, off, please hyung, off.”
Minho obeyed, sitting up to haphazardly take off his t-shirt and basketball shorts. Looking down, it was as if Jeongin's silk robe was almost useless. Granted, it was already tiny, but with an open collar that slipped off his shoulders and already revealed his chest, to the bottom hiking up until his thighs, there was little left to hide. With a final appreciative stroke at Jeongin's thighs, Minho moved to pull at the ends of the ribbon, undoing the beautiful bow that kept Jeongin's robe together.
Minho felt light-headed. Jeongin wore black lace panties, the head of his cock peeking out from the waistband, leaking precum on his happy trail. His milky skin glowed in the golden light, contrasting beautifully with the dark red silk of the robe and too unmarked for his own liking. This was a present indeed.
“Jagi, what is this?” Minho softly spoke, carefully running his hand on Jeongin's defined chest down to his waist and hip, his thumb stroking the lace fabric over his hip bone.
“Do you like it, hyung?” Jeongin asked, thin voice tainted by insecurity as his eyes were fixed elsewhere on Minho's face, unable to hold eye contact. His cheekbones were the faintest pink and his neck had turned reddish.
Despite this being their first relationship anniversary, it had only been about six months since they had sex — and Jeongin's inexperience showed itself in times like this. They took it slow, Minho only ever doing what was comfortable to Jeongin, until ultimately one day they went all the way. Minho never took it for granted and he reeled to see Jeongin baring himself for him so openly, so raw.
In lieu of words, Minho ducked down to lick the precum pooling on Jeongin's skin, pulling a sharp gasp from him. He placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his cock, peeking out from his panties, and asked with a tilt of his head, “May I?”
“Yes,” Jeongin breathily answered.
Minho then licked at the leaking tip, gently pushing the underwear down Jeongin's hips and thighs. Once his dick was free from its confines, Minho stroked it to full hardness as his other hand fondled with his balls, making Jeongin press his lips closed in restraint.
That restraint didn't last long, when Minho harshly spat on Jeongin's cock, then licked a long stripe from its base to the tip, filthily spreading his saliva. Jeongin couldn't hold back from letting out a whimper, having finally admitted to Minho a little while ago that there was nothing hotter than Minho spitting on him. Minho couldn't say he was completely surprised at Jeongin having a hidden kink, but the knowledge that his still inexperienced lover wanted to be spit on made Minho's blood run straight to his cock.
So when sucking him off, Minho made sure to make it wet. He finally pulled Jeongin's underwear off his body, then using one hand to stroke the base as he licked over the head, with ropes and strings of spit trailing down his dick. The other was slightly teasing and pinching his nipple, drawing shivers and ragged breaths from Jeongin.
He spat on it once again to ease the slide, now properly sucking him off, hollowing his cheeks and licking on the underside. Jeongin moaned again, just the prettiest sound, and Minho involuntarily rutted his hips against the mattress, too turned on to stop himself.
“Hyung, I'm gonna-” Jeongin cut himself off with a moan, body tensing in pleasure, “Wait, I'm gonna cum, wait!”
Minho stopped his movements, staring up at Jeongin with his cock still in his mouth. He let out a questioning sound, the vibrations making Jeongin cry out as he struggled to continue, “Hyung, aah- The gift is for you today. I'm the one supposed to be making you feel good.”
Minho pulled away from his cock, hands moving to replace his mouth as his thumb and index finger continuously rubbed at the head, the sensitivity making his body beautifully tremble.
“But I feel good baby, I feel so good seeing you like this, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jeongin moaned as his body convulsions in pleasure, one leg drawing up in sensitivity with his foot planted on the bed as if to steady him amidst all sensations.
Minho took the opportunity to hold onto his thigh, keeping Jeongin still as his hand stroked his cock, up and down. He glanced down to see something else he didn't expect between Jeongin’s legs, feeling his own erection pulse in his underwear.
“Fuck, jagi,” Minho muttered, wasting no time to put his mouth back on Jeongin's cock, bobbing his head up and down and using his now free hand to press on the pretty butt plug Jeongin had kept hidden thus far.
The reaction was almost instantaneous as Jeongin's body tensed in ecstasy, his back arched and his eyes squeezed shut. Minho then felt the familiar taste of Jeongin's release on his throat and tongue, still sucking him off relentlessly until he was milked to the very last drop.
Knowing this wasn't time for overstimulation (yet), Minho slowed his movements and gently pulled out of Jeongin's dick, speaking in a slightly rougher voice, “You're full of surprises, huh?” He pointed his sentence with another press on the baby blue crystal plug Jeongin had shoved up his ass, unknown to Minho so far.
With a breathy whimper and a nod, Jeongin pleaded, “Hyung, please fuck me. Want you in me.”
Jeongin had only bottomed a couple of times and Minho worried it wasn't too comfortable for him yet, so he furrowed his brows and started, “Do you really-”
“Now,” Jeongin shrugged off the robe from beneath him and opened his legs further for Minho. “Please, I want you in me.”
Minho squeezed at his waist with a hum, hands caressing down his thighs and one of them reached for the crystal at the end of the plug, pulling slightly, causing Jeongin's breathing to audibly hitch when his rim stretched around the wider part of the plug. Ever the tease, Minho couldn't help but push it back into him, with a smirk at Jeongin's whine. Pulling it back out, from his position between his thighs, he was able to see his hole greedily squeezing around the plug. He felt a shiver run down his spine and was promptly reminded of his own hard-on, deciding to cut the chase then and there. He pulled it all the way out and, holding Jeongin's thighs open, spat right on his stretched out hole.
Trembling at the action, Jeongin let out a broken, “Fuck.”
Minho squeezed his thighs harder as he noticed Jeongin's cock twitching in arousal, slowly hardening again. He quickly removed his own underwear and sighed in relief as his hard cock bounced free from its confines.
Positioning himself between Jeongin's legs, he tapped the head of his cock on his rim, feeling it sticky with the mixture of lube and his own spit. With a groan he didn't care to hold back, Minho started inserting his cock, with smooth and slow strokes back and forth, feeling Jeongin's hole stretch and squeeze pleasantly around him.
“You stretched yourself so well for me, jagi,” Minho said, feeling Jeongin's legs shake around his waist when he was buried to the hilt.
“Wanted your cock so bad, hyung,” Jeongin spoke, despite the embarrassed look on his face for saying such things out loud. He hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath and continuing, “I… I stretched myself with four fingers thinking of you before you came home.”
Minho groaned, leaning his body against Jeongin's to seal their lips in a ravaging kiss, licking into his mouth. He didn't know he could feel so close in such little time, but everything had put him on edge so far.
“Go on, yeobo, please,” Jeongin whispered against his lips.
Minho just couldn't resist that. He started thrusting deep and hard inside Jeongin, feeling his heat squeezing around him and taking his lips into another filthy kiss. Pulling back, they stared into each other's eyes, dazed by the pleasure and intimacy. Jeongin parted his lips, his tongue sticking out and a needy look in his fluttering eyes — a silent request. Minho moaned at the sight and took his chin between his fingers, keeping his mouth prettily open as he harshly spat in it.
Jeongin's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he swallowed and he promptly started pushing his hips back at Minho's thrusts, his cock now hard again bouncing against his defined stomach.
Closer to his release than ever as Jeongin clenched down at him, Minho took Jeongin's hands and pinned them to the pillow again, using them as leverage as he sped up his hips, the bed moving in tandem with his strong thrusts. They kept eye contact, noses almost touching and their releases approaching, sweaty skin touching and sliding as Minho fucked Jeongin raw.
Finally, Minho's thrusts got desperate and he reached his climax, cumming inside with a moan. At last, he took Jeongin's hard cock in his hand and jacked him off until his release, while still in him, “Will you cum for me, jagi?”
Jeongin tightened around Minho's softening cock and reached his second orgasm, this one faster but just as intense, as his hips stilled and his mouth fell open in a silent moan.
After carefully pulling his cock out, Minho planted a few kisses on Jeongin's lips and cheeks, before turning to lay in bed beside him. He turned his head to the side to see the strawberries staying untouched on the bedside table.
“Oh, the strawberries!” Minho exclaimed, still in his afterglow reverie, “I got so… Uhm, distracted that I forgot about them. Sorry, jagi.”
Minho turned to Jeongin to leave a chaste peck on his nose that a fucked-out Jeongin could only respond with a giggle and a faint, “That's okay.”
“You want some, baby?” Minho grabbed one of the chocolate-covered strawberries and took a bite, plopping the rest on Jeongin's awaiting parted lips. “Hmmm, these are delicious.” He planted another kiss on Jeongin's lips. “Best anniversary ever.”
“But it's only our first,” Jeongin spoke, after swallowing his bite with a sated hum, “Gimme another one?”
Minho took another strawberry and fed it to Jeongin, a smile blooming on his lips at the cute sight, “Exactly. You won't even know what's coming next year. Gonna be even better than this.”
“Tough promise to uphold,” Jeongin mumbled between eating, body completely lax on the bed.
“I know.” Minho smiled, biting at another strawberry of his own, “Thanks to you, baby. I love you.”
“Love you too, yeobo,” Jeongin smiled — the prettiest smile, that still made Minho's heart skip a beat.
“Now… Will you join me in a shower before bed?” Minho asked, gently caressing Jeongin’s chest. If they could, he'd want to stay in bed like this forever, but the drying cum on Jeongin's stomach and the fact he hadn't yet taken a shower since getting home from work nagged at the back of his head. He was reminded of the first image he had in mind before walking into Jeongin's surprise — a warm shower and a cuddle — and he craved it again, badly.
Jeongin looked at him mischievously, “Will you carry me to the bathroom?”
With a snicker, Minho got up from bed, took Jeongin into his arms bridal-style, with a surprised yell from the younger. “Absolutely,” he said, heading to the bathroom, ready for an ever better rest of their night. It had only just started. “Always.”