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Friday evening. The dorm of San, Seonghwa and Mingi was quiet after practice. The other members had gone home to their own dorms, leaving the living room open for just Mingi and Yunho, who was visiting him and sleeping over tonight. The TV hummed faintly in the background, but Mingi wasn’t really watching it.
His eyes kept wandering, no, glued, to the way Yunho was sitting on the couch.
Yunho was in a tank top, the kind that clung to his frame and dipped low enough at the collar to tease every line of his plump chest. His skin still carried the faint sheen of his after shower lotion, and every breath made his pecs rise and fall beneath the fabric, stretching it just slightly.
Mingi swallowed hard.
It wasn’t new. He’d always had a thing, no, a problem, whenever Yunho wore tank tops. The broad shoulders, the defined arms, sure. But more than that, it was Yunho’s chest that had Mingi’s brain short-circuiting. Full, firm, the kind that filled out shirts in a way that made Mingi’s mouth dry.
And right now, Yunho wasn’t making it easy.
He stretched lazily, arms lifting above his head with a groan, his tank top riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach while his pecs pushed forward. The fabric strained slightly against him before falling back into place.
Mingi nearly choked on his own spit.
He snapped his gaze back to the TV, pretending to be invested in whatever drama was playing. But his eyes betrayed him. He kept sneaking glances, soaking in every curve and line, every time Yunho’ s chest shifted when he moved.
And Yunho noticed.
He wasn’t dumb. He felt the weight of Mingi’s eyes lingering longer than normal. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned back further into the couch, stretching his arms along the top of it like he owned the space, deliberately flexing his chest as he sighed.
Mingi’s ears turned red.
He tried to look away, but Yunho’s voice broke the silence.
“Why do you keep staring like that?”
Mingi froze. His throat went dry. “…Staring?”
Yunho tilted his head, his gaze was sharp but playful. “Mm. You’ve been looking at me for the past ten minutes. Is there something on my top?” He glanced down at his chest, tugging lightly at the hem of his tank top as if inspecting it.
The move only made it worse. The neckline dipped lower, exposing more of his pecs, the lines of his collarbones glistening under the dim light.
Mingi’s mouth went dry again. He felt heat rush through his body, his knee bouncing restlessly as he tried to muster a casual laugh. “N-No, it’s nothing. Just zoning out.”
Yunho leaned in closer, his smirk widening like a predator who had just caught his prey. His voice dropped lower, teasing. “Really? Because it feels like you’re staring right here.” He tapped a finger against his chest, pecs bouncing subtly under the touch.
Mingi’s breath caught. His eyes betrayed him, flicking down for just a split second, long enough for Yunho to notice. He could feel his pulse hammering in his throat. Yunho’s finger still rested against his pec, tapping lazily like he had all the time in the world, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Mingi tried to laugh it off, to act unbothered, but his deep voice cracked. “You’re..you’re imagining things. I wasn’t staring.”
Yunho hummed, leaning back against the couch again, his arms spreading out along the backrest. His tank top stretched deliciously across his chest as he did it, the fabric molding around him in a way that made Mingi’s eyes snap downward before he could stop himself.
Caught. Again.
Yunho smirked wider. “Zoning out, huh? Then why do your eyes keep landing right here?” His hand slid casually across his chest, fingers grazing over the curve of his pec like he was putting on a show.
Mingi shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of his shirt to distract himself. He couldn’t think straight. Every flex, every small movement Yunho made was pulling him in like gravity, and no matter how hard he tried to look away, his gaze always returned.
Yunho chuckled, low and knowing. “You’re terrible at hiding things, you know that? You’ve always been a bad liar.”
Mingi’s ears burned hotter. His words tangled together in his mouth, nerves buzzing under his skin. He wanted to deny it again, laugh it off, change the subject, but the pressure of Yunho’s stare, the teasing lilt in his voice, was too much. It all snapped.
“I- I like them, okay?! ” The words tumbled out in a rush, louder than he intended. His chest rose and fell with the sudden confession, his eyes darting anywhere but Yunho’s face. “…Your chest. I…I can’t stop staring. It just– it drives me crazy.”
The room went silent except for the hum of the TV.
Mingi wanted to sink into the couch and disappear. His hands curled into fists in his lap as he waited for Yunho to laugh, to tease him mercilessly, to brush it off like a joke.
But Yunho didn’t laugh.
Instead, Yunho leaned in closer, the smirk on his lips shifting into something heavier. His voice dropped, just above a whisper, intimate enough that Mingi felt it vibrate in his bones. “…Then don’t just look.”
Mingi’s head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “Wh..what?”
Before he could process, Yunho reached down, sliding his hands over Mingi’s. His palms were warm, steady, as he guided Mingi’s trembling hands up slowly, until they rested flat against his chest.
Mingi’s eyes widened. Yunho’s pecs were firm under his touch, solid muscle wrapped in soft warmth. He flexed slightly, just enough to make Mingi’s fingers spread instinctively around the curve.
“See?” Yunho murmured, leaning in closer, his lips brushing the edge of Mingi’s ear. “If you like them that much…then touch.”
Mingi’s mind short-circuited. His fingers twitched against Yunho’s chest, squeezing tentatively like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Heat rushed through his body, his throat dry, his heart slamming against his ribs.
And Yunho only pressed Mingi’s hands more firmly against him, his voice low and teasing. “They’re all yours, Mingi.”
Mingi’s hands trembled where Yunho had pressed them, spread wide across his chest. He could feel everything. The steady thump of Yunho’s heart, the firmness of his pecs under his fingers, soft skin, the heat radiating through the thin fabric of that damn tank top.
It was overwhelming. He had spent weeks, months, quietly falling apart every time Yunho wore something low-cut, every time he stretched in front of him like it was nothing. And now…now Yunho was handing it to him, offering himself up like he knew exactly how badly he wanted it.
Mingi swallowed hard, his lips parting like he wanted to say something, but Yunho moved first.
With a slow, deliberate tug, Yunho hooked a finger into the neckline of his tank top and pulled it lower. The fabric slid down, exposing even more of his skin. “Don’t be shy, Mingi-ah” he murmured, voice dark and amused. “You already admitted it.”
Mingi licked his full lips. His eyes flicked from Yunho’s chest to his face, but Yunho was calm, steady, smiling like he was in control of the entire room. He tugged the tank top lower still, until his pecs were almost fully bare, the fabric straining just under them.
Then, with one fluid motion, he grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head, tossing it carelessly onto the couch.
Mingi nearly lost it.
Yunho sat there shirtless, his chest fully exposed, smooth, the kind of sculpted that begged to be touched. He stretched again, on purpose, flexing as his arms went back over the couch, head tilting just slightly as if to say look all you want.
Mingi’s hands twitched. His throat went dry. And then he gave up.
He surged forward, crashing into Yunho’s chest with his lips. A needy sound tore out of him as his mouth latched onto Yunho’s skin, kissing hungrily, then licking, sucking, leaving wet marks along the curve of his pec. His hands roamed greedily, squeezing, kneading like he couldn’t get enough.
Yunho let out a low, genuine moan, his head tipping back against the couch. His large hand slid up into Mingi’s hair, gripping the strands just enough to guide him closer, pressing his face tighter against his chest.
“Go on, jagiya” Yunho whispered, voice husky now, no trace of teasing, only heat. “I know you want it. Take what you’ve been craving.”
Mingi groaned into his skin, his lips wrapping around Yunho’s nipple, sucking hard on his chest like he’s been fantasizing, tongue flicking desperately. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop. The taste of salt, the heat of Yunho’s body, the sound of his soft, deep moans. It all drove him insane.
He rutted unconsciously against the couch cushion, his body reacting without thought. His cock strained hard against his sweats already, painfully obvious now, but he didn’t care. He was too far gone, too consumed by the chest he had dreamed about.
“Fuck…” Yunho hissed, shivering under Mingi’s mouth. He tightened his grip in Mingi’s hair, guiding his lips from one side to the other. “Good boy. That’s it. Don’t stop.”
Mingi whimpered against him, sucking harder, leaving marks, switching between kissing and licking, utterly obsessed. His hands squeezed, grabbed, clawed at every inch of Yunho’s chest like he was trying to memorize it through touch alone.
And Yunho just sat there, letting him, groaning softly, encouraging every desperate move. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered, tugging his head back just enough to look down at him. His cute puppy eyes were heavy with lust. “You’ve wanted this for so long hm?…I can feel how hard you are from here.”
Mingi’s face burned, but he didn’t deny it. He only moaned, dragging his tongue across Yunho’s skin, grinding harder against the couch as the heat inside him threatened to snap. His hands were everywhere, palms pressing flat against warm skin, fingers curling to squeeze the solid weight of Yunho’s pecs. Every flex made him groan, every shift under his palms made his body ache harder.
Yunho sucked in a sharp breath, shivering when Mingi’s mouth closed over his nipple again. The bud was already hard, sensitive from the mix of cool air and Mingi’s hot, desperate tongue. Every pull made Yunho’s chest tingle, sparks racing straight down his body.
“Ah shit, Mingi…” he groaned, his head lolling back against the couch. His nipples stiffened even more under the attention, the sensation toeing the line between too much and not enough.
Mingi moaned around him, the sound vibrating against Yunho’s chest. He pulled back just long enough to look up, lips swollen and wet, eyes blown wide with hunger. His voice came out rough, almost broken.
“I love your tits so much, Yunho.”
The words slammed into Yunho’s gut, filthy and raw. His own cock twitched in his sweats. This kink turned him on more than expected.
Mingi squeezed harder, massaging his chest like he never wanted to let go. “They’re perfect, so fuckin’ perfect. I want them every time you wear those tank tops. I think about it all the time, about sucking on them...making you moan for me.”
Yunho’s body jolted when Mingi bit lightly around his sore nipple before sucking again, harder, wetter, leaving it red and sensitive. His skin prickled with goosebumps, a shiver running down his spine.
Mingi’s voice dropped to a needy whisper between licks. “Wish they could give me more. Wish I could drink from them, fuck..I’d never stop.”
Yunho’s breath stuttered, his thighs tensing. The dirty fantasy spilling out of Mingi’s mouth made his nipples ache under the relentless sucking, made heat pool low in his stomach.
“Shit, Mingi…” His voice cracked on the curse. He dragged his nails gently across Mingi’s scalp, tugging at his hair, urging him on. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Mingi groaned in reply, sucking harder, lips sealed tight around the hard peak, pulling at it until Yunho gasped. His hands kept kneading, squeezing Yunho’s chest like he was worshipping it. He pulled back only to mutter against soft skin, voice wrecked. “These tits are mine. Only mine.”
Yunho’s eyes fluttered shut, his whole body shivering at the claim. His cock strained painfully in his sweats, every nerve lit up.
Mingi rocked against him unconsciously, grinding his hard-on into Yunho’s thigh while devouring his chest. The pressure sent shocks of pleasure through him, his body begging for more, for Yunho to let him lose it completely.
Yunho smiled through his ragged breathing, chest heaving. His hand pressed the back of Mingi’s head tighter against him, his voice a deep growl now: “Then prove it. Show me how much you love them.”
Mingi whimpered, his hips rutting desperately as the heat between them surged toward something inevitable. He didn’t even realize how far gone he was until he pulled back to breathe.
Yunho’s chest was a mess. His skin flushed pink, slick with spit, nipples swollen from the relentless sucking. Red marks bloomed across his collarbones, every one of them a claim Mingi had pressed into him with lips and teeth.
The sight made Mingi’s cock twitch violently. His briefs were already wet, a sticky patch spreading where his tip kept leaking through the fabric. He could feel it with every grind against Yunho’s thigh, his precum soaking through more and more.
“Fuck” he gasped, dragging his lips down on Yunho again, leaving another wet stripe before sucking his other nipple into his mouth. “You look so good like this…chest all red for me…I can’t stop.”
Yunho sighed, his body jerking when Mingi’s teeth grazed the hardened bud. His hand tightened in Mingi’s hair, tugging just enough to make him moan.
“Shit, Mingi, look at me.”
Mingi obeyed, glancing up, lips still wrapped around Yunho’s nipple. His pupils were blown wide, spit dripping from his mouth, his face desperate.
Yunho groaned at the sight, shivering as a wave of tingles shot through his chest. His nipples were so damn sensitive now, every suck and lick made his cock ache harder in his sweats.
“God, you look wrecked already” Yunho whispered, voice rough. “And I haven’t even touched your cock yet.”
Mingi groaned against his chest, pulling off with a lewd pop. His voice came out hoarse, trembling. “I don’t need it. I just need you. Your tits, Yunho, I fucking love them, love them so much.”
His hands squeezed again, before he buried his face between them, licking, sucking, moaning into the heat of Yunho’s body. “Mine,” he muttered against his skin. “All mine. Wanna suck you dry. Wanna drink milk from you, fuck-”
Yunho’s head tipped back with a strangled groan. His chest was tingling all over, nipples hard and throbbing from the abuse, but the filth spilling out of Mingi’s mouth made his cock so hard, it hurt.
“Baby…” he hissed, pulling his face tighter against him. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll let you ruin me right here.”
Mingi’s hips jerked uncontrollably, his soaked briefs grinding against Yunho’s thigh through his sweatpants. The wet friction made him gasp, his cock dripping fresh droplets into the fabric.
He was trembling now, every nerve begging for release, but he wanted more, needed more. With shaky hands, he tugged at the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it aside, leaving his skin bare, chest heaving with every ragged breath.
Yunho’s dark eyes raked over him, slow and heated. “Good. Take it off. Let me see you lose it for me.”
Mingi groaned, fumbling with the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down just enough to reveal the outline of his cock straining in his drenched briefs. A dark wet spot spread across the front, proof of how badly he was falling apart just from worshipping Yunho’s chest.
Yunho’s lips parted, his body shuddering at the sight of Mingi’s tip peeking out desperately. His chest rose and fell fast, nipples still tingling, still aching for Mingi’s mouth.
“Look at you” he rasped, hand stroking down Mingi’s jaw before gripping his throat lightly. “Leaking just from sucking on my tits. You really are obsessed.”
Mingi whined, grinding forward helplessly, his briefs growing wetter. His words were a broken whisper. “I can’t help it. I’m so hard, Yunho…I’m dripping for you.”
Yunho smirked, pulling him up by the chin until their faces were inches apart. His voice dropped low, commanding. “Then let’s make a mess together.”
Mingi’s heart nearly burst out of his chest. His whole body was buzzing, legs unsteady as Yunho tugged him toward the hallway. The dorm was quiet, too quiet, and the thought that San and Seonghwa were in their rooms, only made Mingi’s pulse spike higher.
They stumbled into his room, the door clicking shut behind them. Yunho shoved Mingi gently onto the big bed, nipples still hard and flushed.
“Here” Yunho murmured, voice rough but sweet, “no one to stop us now.”
Mingi’s hands were shaking as he shoved his sweats off completely now, briefs clinging to his cock. The wet fabric stuck to his swollen tip, every brush of the waistband making him hiss.
Yunho’s gaze dropped, hungry, dark. “Fuck..you’re really dripping.”
Mingi bit his lip, chest heaving. He gripped Yunho’s pecs again, squeezing like he couldn’t choose between touching him or himself. His cock throbbed painfully against the damp cotton.
“I-” his voice broke, filthy words spilling out before he could stop them. “I think about them all the time. Your tits. Your nipples…” He leaned in, sucking one swollen bud back into his mouth, groaning at the taste of salt and skin. “I love them so much. They make me so fucking hard.”
Yunho’s head tipped back, a guttural moan spilling from his lips. His body shivered, his nipples tingling, every nerve under Mingi’s tongue sparking.
Mingi pulled back, panting, lips wet and swollen. His voice dropped to a desperate whisper. “That photoshoot…that wine red turtleneck you wore…”
Yunho blinked, breath ragged. “What about it?”
Mingi’s cock leaked harder just thinking about it. He grinded his soaked briefs against Yunho’s thigh, needy. “It was a little see-through…I could see your nipples, hard under the fabric. Fuck, Yunho…I couldn’t stop staring. I had to get myself off after. Just from seeing them rub against the shirt.”
Yunho groaned, his cock twitching at the confession, precum wetting his own sweats now. His eyes went half-lidded, chest heaving. “You touched yourself...thinking about my chest and nipples?”
Mingi nodded frantically, groaning as he rubbed himself harder against Yunho. “Yeah, fuck, I came so hard, just imagining sucking them like this.” He latched back onto Yunho’s chest, sucking rough, leaving another angry red mark.
Yunho cursed, grabbing the back of his head, holding him down. His other hand slipped to Mingi’s briefs, tugging them down in one rough pull. His cock sprang free, wet tip smearing precum across Yunho’s abs as it slapped against him.
“God, you’re soaked” Yunho hissed, wrapping his fingers around Mingi’s shaft without warning. Precum dribbled over his hand immediately, making every stroke filthy and wet. “All this from my tits? You’re insane.”
Mingi cried out deeply, rutting into his fist, his hands still groping Yunho’s chest desperately. “I love them, love you. Wanna ruin them, mark them, make you moan for me.”
Yunho smiled, stroking him faster, his own cock straining painfully in his sweats. His chest was flushed and swollen, nipples tingling, aching for more.
“Then do it, jagiya” he growled. He ground his hips up, pressing his clothed cock against Mingi’s bare one, the friction messy and wet. “Show me how much you want me. Fucking ruin me.”
Mingi groaned, clutching Yunho’s chest tighter, his hips jerking helplessly as he ground into him.
Yunho’s lips brushed his ear, his voice filthy. “Cum on me, Mingi. Cover my tits if you love them that much.” He wrapped his long fingers tighter around him, stroking hard and wet, every pump obscene with the amount of precum leaking out. The sound of it, wet, sloppy and raw, filled the room along with Mingi’s broken moans.
“Fuck, Yunho ah..” Mingi’s hips bucked up helplessly into his grip, thighs trembling. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t hold back. The sight of Yunho’s chest red, his nipples hard, swollen and aching, drove him insane.
Yunho leaned down, pressing his pecs closer, letting them brush against Mingi’s face. “You wanted them, baby? Go on. Suck while I jerk you off.”
Mingi panted and latched back on, lips closing wetly around the nipple. His tongue flicked desperately while Yunho’s hand stroked his cock faster, making him rut into the slick grip with filthy, helpless and muffles moans.
“So good..mhh” Yunho groaned, chest heaving. His own cock strained painfully in his sweats, precum soaking through. He shoved them down in one move, letting his thick length slap against Mingi’s stomach, smearing both of them messier.
Now they were grinding cock to cock, both dripping, Yunho’s hand fisting them together. Wet heat slid with every thrust, precum mixing, making everything even slicker.
Mingi cried out, louder than he meant to, his voice breaking. “Ahh, Yunho, I’m...I’m so close”
Yunho growled low, hovering over him now, chest pressing down so his nipples dragged across Mingi’s lips and jaw. “Come for me. Make a mess all over me. Cover my tits with your cum like you want.”
The command snapped him. Mingi moaned loud and shameless, cock jerking as he spilled hard between them, cum spurting hot over Yunho’s chest and abs, dripping down his pecs, making it look like milk. The mess smeared under Yunho’s hand as he kept stroking him through it, milking every drop.
“Shit, yes, make me filthy,” Yunho whispered, groaning as Mingi’s release painted him.
Mingi sagged back, trembling, chest heaving, but Yunho wasn’t done. His cock was still rock hard, a thin thread of precum connecting the tip with Mingi’s stomach.
Before Mingi could catch his breath, Yunho grabbed his thighs and shoved them apart, sliding between them with a feral look. “You think I’d let you cum alone?”
Mingi’s eyes went wide, already dizzy. “Yunho-”
Yunho spat into his hand, unneccesary with how wet it already was, stroking his cock, quick before lining up against Mingi’s tight hole. He leaned over, pecs brushing Mingi’s chest, nipples dragging across his skin as he pressed in slow but steady.
Mingi’s breath ripped out of him in a high, broken moan. “Ahhh fuck!”
Yunho groaned, sinking deeper, the stretch burning deliciously, but he made sure not to hurt him. He pressed his chest against Mingi’s face, making sure he was smothered in him. “That’s it…take me, jagi. Take all of me while you suck my tits.”
Mingi’s nails dug into Yunho’s shoulders, his moans spilling louder than intended, echoing in the quiet dorm. His cock twitched, already hardening again despite just cumming, the messy slick of release still smeared across their stomachs.
Yunho snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep with a growl. His chest rubbed against Mingi’s face now, nipples tingling with every drag. “Louder. I wanna hear you scream for me.”
Mingi obeyed. He couldn’t help it. The sound tore from his throat, shameless, raw, desperate, echoing off the walls as Yunho started to fuck him in earnest. He was so good at fucking. Graceful but still hot and merciless.
Yunho drove into him hard, wet slaps echoing in the dorm as his hips smacked against Mingi’s cute ass. The thrusts were obscene, every slide made slicker by the steady drip of wetness pouring from Yunho’s cock. The mess coated Mingi’s insides, squelching loud each time he slammed back in.
Mingi’s body arched, his voice breaking into raw, guttural sounds. It wasn’t moaning anymore, it was something deeper, rougher, almost like roaring between each slap of Yunho’s hips.
“Y-Yunho ahh fuck, it’s so wet...so good.”
“Yeah?” Yunho growled against his ear, sweat dripping down his temples. He pressed Mingi deeper into the bed, chest heaving, moaning. “That’s my precum making you sloppy, hm. That’s how much you turn me on. You feel how messy you are for me, princess?”
Mingi could only cry out, shaking under the weight of Yunho’s body. His cock slapped wet against his own stomach with every thrust.
Then Yunho did it. He grabbed Mingi’s face, forced it down into his own cum-covered chest, rubbing his nose and mouth against the flushed skin. “Breathe me in. Moan into what you love.”
The taste of fresh sweat and cum filled Mingi’s mouth as he licked instinctively, whimpering into Yunho’s pecs. His moans came out muffled, deep, vibrating against his chest. Each sound went straight through Yunho, making his cock twitch harder inside him.
“Good. Just like that.” Yunho grunted, slamming deep, hitting Mingi’s prostate over and over until his legs kicked helplessly. “Roar for me. Let everyone know who’s fucking you.”
Mingi obeyed without meaning to, his throat tore open with deep sounds, just like on stage, but muffled into Yunho’s chest. His body jolted with overstimulation, cock leaking fresh streaks of cum against Yunho’s stomach. Every thrust dragged pleasure and pain together, making him shake uncontrollably.
Yunho pinned him harder, his pecs smearing with spit, sweat, and cum as he pressed Mingi’s face into them with every slam of his hips. The room was filled with wet, messy noises. The slap of skin, the squelch of thrusts, the lewd suction of Mingi’s mouth against Yunho’s chest.
And then Yunho slowed.
Still buried deep, he pulled back just enough to look down at Mingi. His chest glistened now with saliva as well, red marks everywhere, rising and falling with heavy breaths. Mingi’s face was wrecked, full lips swollen, cheeks wet with cum, eyes glazed over.
Yunho brushed sweaty strands of hair from his forehead, his thrusts easing to a steady, rolling grind. The raw feral edge softened into something heavier, deeper.
“Look at me, Mingi.”
Mingi’s dazed eyes fluttered open, tears clinging to his lashes.
Yunho cupped his jaw gently this time, tilting his face up from his chest. His hips moved slower, deliberate, dragging his cock along every inch inside Mingi. “You’re mine. Do you understand?”
Mingi moaned, clinging to Yunho’s shoulders. His voice cracked, but it was clear. “Y-Yeah. I’m yours.”
Yunho leaned down, pressing his lips to Mingi’s forehead, then to his temple, his nose brushing against damp skin. His chest pressed close again, but softer now, enveloping Mingi’s face in warmth instead of force.
“Good” Yunho whispered, rocking into him with long, deep thrusts. “Let me claim you. Slow now. Feel me. Feel every inch.”
Mingi moaned, softer this time, breathless, his voice trembling with something rawer than lust. Every drag of Yunho’s cock against his spot felt endless, pulling sounds from him he didn’t even know he could make. His nails dug weakly into his back, body pliant under him now, giving in completely.
Yunho’s lips brushed his ear as his thrusts grew slower, deeper, claiming. “Stay with me, baby. Every part of you is mine. Even this-” He rolled his hips, pressing deep until Mingi gasped, trembling. “Especially this.”
Mingi sobbed softly, overwhelmed, his chest pressed against Yunho’s pecs, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. His whispers broke apart as Yunho filled him again and again.
“Yu...I can’t-”
Yunho hushed him with a kiss, tender, almost reverent. “You don’t need to do anything. Just feel me. Just let me love you.”
And Mingi did.
Yunho’s thrusts were very slow now, measured, rolling deep inside Mingi with deliberate precision. Every inch of him slid slickly, the roughness had softened into something more intimate. It was so intense. Mingi’s body shivered under him, overstimulated beyond belief, yet perfectly pliant to the rhythm.
His cock throbbed, wet and leaking from before, still sensitive, and the friction of that steady pace pushed him over the edge again. Mingi gasped, voice breaking, groaning into Yunho’s chest. “Ah..Yunho…I-I’m gonna...I’m gonna fucking come.”
“Shh” Yunho husked, pressing his chest tighter against Mingi’s face. His swollen nipples brushed over Mingi’s skin, each motion sending another wave of pleasure through him. “It’s okay, baby. Cum on me again. Let me feel it.” his slow thrusts had grown a little erratic. He gripped Mingi’s hips, pulling him impossibly close.
“Aaah..Mingi...” Yunho groaned, voice low and ragged, but sweet. “You…you feel so good.”
Mingi’s hips jerked helplessly against Yunho’s, but Yunho’s body was trembling too, his knees quivering under the weight, every nerve electric.
“I’m…I’m gonna come so hard. Gonna breed you.” Yunho hissed, one hand clutching the back of Mingi’s head, the other digging into his own thigh. His thrusts stuttered, ragged, wet, hitting deep inside Mingi over and over.
Mingi moaned, arching helplessly, pressed fully against Yunho’s chest, feeling the swollen, flushed nipples brush across his cheek with each roll of his hips. “Y -Yunho...please fuck…”
Mingi couldn’t hold back now. His hips jerked, cock twitching violently. His body shook, every nerve alive as his orgasm hit, but the warmth of Yunho’s chest and the softness of his gaze made it feel safe, like he was being claimed completely, but gently.
He cried out, muffled into Yunho’s chest, voice ragged, loud and messy. “Ahhh!”
A strangled groan ripped from Yunho as his hips slammed down with one final, desperate push, shooting his thick load inside His body shuddered violently, knees nearly giving out as he pressed Mingi harder into his chest, trembling against him. “Ah..Mingi…” he moaned, voice breaking, chest heaving. “Mine…all mine. Princess..”
Mingi whimpered into the skin, letting the warmth of Yunho’s release wash over him, feeling every shiver, every twitch inside as Yunho’s body sagged, still pressing him tight. He could feel the tremble in Yunho’s arms, the deep shuddering of his chest as he kept thrusting.
Yunho groaned, chest rising and falling above him, still pressing him close, murmuring encouragements into his soft hair. “That’s it, baby…good boy.”
When Mingi’s shaking finally slowed, and his cock stilled, Yunho eased out slowly, letting him breathe. His hand cupped the back of Mingi’s head, fingers tangled in damp hair, holding him close as both of them caught their breath.
Their bodies were a mess- sweat-slicked, cum-smeared, saliva drying on Yunho’s chest. But the tension had softened into warmth and intimacy. Yunho brushed a strand of hair from Mingi’s flushed face, lips curving into a soft, tired smile.
“See?” he whispered, voice low, gentle. “You’re mine. Always.”
Mingi lifted his head slowly, lips trembling, eyes half-lidded, a small shy, blissful smile breaking through.
Yunho leaned down, forehead pressing to his, then finally closed the distance, lips meeting in a long, deep kiss. It was slow, lingering, soft but electric, tasting like salt and everything between them. Their hands roamed each other, tangling together, chest against chest, holding the mess, the heat, the intimacy close.
Mingi melted into it, kissing back fiercely.
When they finally pulled back, both were breathing hard, foreheads still pressed together. Yunho whispered again, brushing his thumb over Mingi’s flushed cheek.
“Mine” he murmured.
“Yours. You hot fuck.” Mingi replied, voice soft, happy, utterly spent.
The dorm was quiet now, the echo of their messy session lingering in the air. Yunho’s chest still tingled from Mingi’s relentless worship, nipples sore and flushed, but the ache was comforting now. Mingi was curled against him, head resting just below his collarbone, still blushing furiously. He was really cute in private. Like this. The badass rapper. Yunho had to admit.
Mingi lifted his gaze, lips trembling into a shy, half-smile. “Y-Yunho…your milkers…” His fingers traced gently over the reddened, sensitive peaks, squeezing his chest. “I…I really love them, your man tits. I think…I’m gonna suck on them every day now until they start swelling for real.”
Yunho let out a soft, breathy laugh, shaking his head, a little shy from just coming down from the high. “You’re insane…but…I like that. You don’t have to ask permission.”
Mingi’s cheeks burned hotter, pressing against his chest again. “I hope we weren’t..too loud. San and Seonghwa are just in the next room…” His voice was a whisper now, almost embarrassed. “…They’d never let you in again if they heard that.”
Yunho chuckled quietly, pulling Mingi closer, his hand brushing over the back of his neck. “We might have been…a little loud” he admitted, voice low, teasing, but his warmth was reassuring. “But…you’re mine. That’s what matters and I think the guys know anyway.”
Mingi sighed softly, still flushed, and nuzzled his face against Yunho’s chest. “Mine too” he whispered back, fingers clutching the flushed, sensitive skin of Yunho’s pecs. “I love them…and I really love you.”
Yunho smiled, a real, soft smile that made Mingi’s chest tighten. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Mingi’s head, then another over the tip of his nose. “I love you too, Mingi” he whispered, his voice low and tender. “You’re my best friend since forever and my jagiya. Always.”
They stayed like that for a long while, long legs tangled together in the afterglow.
“I…I’m serious” Mingi murmured, his deep voice muffled against Yunho’s chest. “Every day. I’m gonna make you mine like this. Every single day.”
Yunho’s laugh was quiet, warm, and it rumbled through Mingi’s chest. “You do that…I’ll let you. Just…don’t forget I’m still in charge sometimes.”
Mingi giggled, nuzzling closer. “Yea I know. But right now…I just want this. You.”
And Yunho held him tighter, pressing another soft, deep kiss against his hair, feeling the warmth of Mingi’s flushed, messy body against him. “You’ve got me, baby. Always. No one else. Only you.”
Mingi smiled against him, heart racing, warmth flooding his chest. “Only Yu.”
“Yes, only Yu.” Yunho whispered back with a small laugh, brushing a finger across his lips as they stayed pressed together, sticky, messy, and perfect in their quiet intimacy, the world outside forgotten for just this moment.
