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The sunlight filters through the windows and directly into Jeonghan’s eyes. He groans throwing a hand over his face, but it doesn’t work, it’s too bright.
He flops onto his back, irritably. Next to him Mingyu is fast asleep, drooling slightly.
“Mingyu,” Jeonghan mumbles, poking his toe into Mingyu’s back.
Mingyu lets out a snore which abruptly cuts off, but he doesn’t wake up.
“Mingyu,” Jeonghan says, more insistently this time, because someone needs to get the blackout curtains and it’s not going to be him.
He cracks open an eye and Mingyu is still turned away from him, a pillow carelessly tossed over his head. He’s kicked off the blankets, the sheets riding low to reveal his boxers, slung low on his waist.
His abs rise and fall with every breath he takes.
God, he’s so annoying.
“Mingyu,” Jeonghan whines, elbowing him in the ribs. Mingyu doesn’t stir, so Jeonghan scoots closer, blindly throwing his hand against Mingyu’s side and landing on his chest.
Huh.
His pecs are unsurprisingly firm beneath Jeonghan's hand.
He tweaks Mingyu’s nipple.
“Mmmg.”
Mingyu lets out a low sound, but doesn't move.
Interesting.
Jeonghan scoots closer, inspecting his body.
Mingyu's biceps are huge, he has been working out a lot more lately. Curiously, Jeonghan pokes them and the muscle is rock hard under his finger.
A sharp movement catches his eye and he looks down.
Oh.
Oh wow.
Mingyu’s hard.
Mingyu’s boxers are tented in the front, the shape of him obvious against the dark grey material. It looks obscene, the girthiness of him, Jeonghan can’t seem to stop staring.
It’s just... it's right there, daring him to do something about it.
And really, Jeonghan's not one to turn down a challenge.
Especially when it's staring him right in the face.
He traces his finger around the shape of it, wondering if it’s veiny or silky soft, it seems thicker than his own, maybe a little shorter.
Jeonghan can’t believe he is starting his morning evaluating his bandmates’ dick but there you have it. Never a dull day in Seventeen.
When you’re in a weird situation, try your best to enjoy it, Jeonghan thinks. That’s his mantra and it’s never led him wrong.
He presses a finger to the tip, lightly. And when Mingyu doesn’t stir, he rubs his finger against it, small circles and then scrapes his fingernail lightly against the slit.
Mingyu’s cock jerks.
Jeonghan pulls his hand away, watching in fascination as a dark wet patch begins to form on the material, and after that, really how can Jeonghan resist?
So one thing leads to another and it suddenly occurs to Jeonghan that Mingyu is extremely hot.
He is, the way he is breathing like a train, his abs clenching, his nipples turning a dusky red as he fucks Jeonghan’s palm.
Experimentally Jeonghan presses his mouth to Mingyu’s nipple and licks it.
Mingyu sighs, and Jeonghan goes back, scrapes his teeth over the dusky bud.
He squeezes his eyes shut, mouth dropping open and god he’s so sensitive, Jeonghan isn’t really doing anything just like jerking him off and he’s twitching and whining and--
Mingyu comes with a shout, his dick twitching as it spurts hot ropes of come all over Jeonghan’s hand and the pillow case and his stomach.
Jeonghan’s heart is rabbiting in his chest as he stares down at the mess, Mingyu’s cock still clutched in his fist.
He feels Mingyu beginning to soften, and it must be uncomfortable, so he lets go, Mingyu jerks when his cock plops down bouncing against his stomach.
Jeonghan’s hand is still sticky. He feels hot, flushed all the way to his ears.
“What the fuck?” Mingyu says. His voice sounds like it’s being torn from his throat. “What the fuck was that?”
"Um," Jeonghan blinks, he looks down at Mingyu’s cock, and then the guilty trail of white on his own hand. “You wouldn’t get up?”
“I wouldn’t. Get. Up?”
Mingyu’s eyes are narrowing dangerously.
“I mean, the blinds. It's too bright to sleep and you wouldn’t get up and close the blinds.”
Mingyu stares at him like he’s grown two heads. “So you thought you’d… jerk me off?”
Mingyu is unbothered in his nudity, his cock, even flaccid is impressive. Jeonghan can't help looking at it. “Do you think you could put some clothes on?”
Mingyu looks like he wants to hit him.
“You undressed me and decided to jerk me off at 9 in the morning. I think I get to decide if I want to put clothes on or not, and I’ve decided I don’t.”
He flips them over easily, ignoring Jeonghan’s yelp of indignation as he relieves him of his boxers, and settles himself between Jeonghan’s legs.
“Hey, what’re you–”
“Shut up,” Mingyu says, and puts two large hands under each of Jeonghan’s thighs and pushes them apart.
Jeonghan’s a little impressed when Mingyu manhandles him, spreading his thighs and settling between them. "Mingyu I really don’t–"
And then nothing comes out, because Mingyu’s is right there, his mouth full of Jeonghan’s testicles.
He goes slow, Jeonghan feels his heart rabbit in his chest as Mingyu moves purposefully. He watches Jeonghan as he does, eyes dark as he mouths him, lips pink and streched obscenely around Jeonghan's length.
Jeonghan shivers.
He feels like prey. He’s not used to that.
He feels Mingyu move lower. His tongue dragging a hot wet stripe over Jeonghan's hole.
Jeonghan whimpers, his thighs clenching as he tries to close his legs but Mingyu’s hands are an iron grip. Jeonghan’s thighs shake as Mingyu licks into him shallowly, plants loud wet kisses on his entrance, alternating between dragging the flat of his tongue against his skin, and just mouthing against it.
Jeonghan’s hole clenches around nothing and he can feel Mingyu smile against his skin as he inhales, exhaling warm wet breath against his skin.
“You woke me up,” Mingyu says, voice rough from sleep, “you should make it up to me.”
Is he obligated to do that? Jeonghan thinks hazily, was this part of the contract he forgot to read?
Every coherent thought left in his brain is whisked away when Mingyu leans down, his fingernails digging into Jeonghan’s thighs as he holds him open and licks back inside.
“I want–” Mingyu’s pupils are blown wide. “I wanna fuck you.”
Jeonghan considers it.
He also would like to be fucked by Mingyu, especially after that preview with his mouth.
“Are you gonna cry though?” Jeonghan asks, it’s a legitimate fear of his.
“I’m not going to–” Mingyu says huffily, but Jeonghan thinks he might, he would.
Jeonghan idly wonders how he would do with overstimulation.
Mingyu's huge hands leaves marks on Jeonghan's hip, and Jeonghan keens as Mingyu grabs him, dragging him down the sheets and slamming him back against his hips. He's so wet and open Mingyu slides right into him with hardly any resistance.
Mingyu’s dick reaches so deep inside him, Jeonghan feels him at the back of his throat.
He fucks him like that, hard and fast, wet slick sounds of skin on skin. Each thrust pressing up against Jeonghan’s prostate, Jeonghan doesn’t even have it in him to scream, can only gasp, mouth dumbly open as Mingyu fucks his cock inside him.
Mingyu grins down at him, smug and Jeonghan would wipe the smile off his face if he could, but he can’t. He can only lay back and take it.
And take it.
And take it somemore.
Afterward, Mingyu wipes them down, curls up behind Jeonghan and throws a leg over his hip.
Jeonghan doesn't do well with noise, but he falls asleep easily to Mingyu snuffling against his neck, his stupidly warm arms blanketing Jeonghan’s body.
Huh, Jeonghan thinks sleepily, maybe this was the answer to his insomnia all along.
Thankfully Mingyu does close the blackout blinds though, which means Jeonghan gets about three more hours of undisturbed rest, until he wakes up with Mingyu’s cock inside him again, but he supposes, it’s not a bad trade off.
“That’s not really how I wanted our first time to go,” Mingyu says sleepily, apropos nothing.
Jeonghan hums. He’s sitting by the bedside table, pouring micellar water all over the cotton pads and wiping the remnants of makeup and sweat off of his face.
Mingyu’s eyes are closed where he’s laying on the bed, but he reaches out a hand to take Jeonghan’s wrist, and Jeonghan lets himself be tugged close. Mingyu pulls one of Jeonghan’s hands to his lips, pressing his mouth to the knuckles.
“Wanted it to be romantic.”
Jeonghan lets out a snort, putting one of his wet cotton pads on Mingyu’s face. Mingyu squeezes his hand from the cold, settling down as Jeonghan slowly begins to clean him off.
“I– mph– what did you think our first time would be like?” Mingyu wants to know.
“I don’t know,” Jeonghan says, “I never thought about it.”
“You didn’t think about having sex with me?” Mingyu sounds affronted.
“Not before then, no.”
“You’re so stupid hyung.”
“You’re stupid.”
“You’re stupider.”
“You’re the stupidest one,” Jeonghan says as Mingyu tugs him to his chest, forcefully tucking Jeonghan under his chin and keeping him there with his stupidly muscular biceps.
“Why not?”
“Why not what?”
“Why didn’t you think about sleeping with me?”
“I don’t know,” Jeonghan says, “I don't make a habit of thinking about my coworkers like that.”
Mingyu cracks open an eye. “Thats what we are? Coworkers?”
“That’s what we were at the time, Mingyu-ya.”
Mingyu pouts, Jeonghan doesn't have to look at him to know he’s doing it.
“Then what are we now?”
Jeonghan gestures with his hands, even if Mingyu can’t see it.
“What do you think we are?”
“I don’t know,” Mingyu says, grumpily. “Coworkers?”
“You think I let all my co-workers stick their dicks in me?”
Mingyu yelps, squeezing him to his chest. “Hyung!”
“What?” Jeonghan says. “Do you?”
“Obviously not,” Mingyu says, “if you do I’ll kill them all.”
“Even Hoshingi?”
Mingyu makes a disgusted face.
“Especially Hoshi hyung.”
His enormous biceps tighten around Jeonghan’s waist. Jeonghan swoons.
“It’s just you,” Jeonghan says finally, and Mingyu really must be getting stupid because that’s all it takes to make him feel a little flutter in his stomach.
“I just really love you, you know,” Mingyu says, quietly.
Jeonghan sits up, shifting closer so he can peel the wet cotton pad off of Mingyu’s face.
“I love you too,” Jeonghan says easily.
Mingyu pushes Jeonghan down onto the bed, slides his big hands beneath Jeonghan’s baggy shirt.
Jeonghan goes easily – he’s not a fighter, he’s a rester. They both know that.
“Can I?” Mingyu asks, hands resting on the soft skin of Jeonghan’s belly. “Let me show you how I wanted it to be, the first time.”
They did it all backwards, messily fucking in some inane hotel room, hooking up quietly for the rest of the tour.
Jeonghan was squirely when he wanted to be. He liked seeming easy, casual and above it all.
Mingyu had to corner him, luring him bit by bit, with the promise of sachisal, and back rubs and then, a warm bed and baggy nubbly t-shirts he could lounge around in. Slowly but surely he reeled Jeonghan in, hook, line and sinker.
But maybe they did it the right way too, he thinks as Jeonghan laughs, throwing his shirt in Mingyu’s face.
Mingyu grabs his ankle dragging him back down until Jeonghan is a naked squirming mess and they’re so ridiculous together, with Jeonghan’s shirt hanging off Mingyu’s head, and Mingyu with wet cotton pads still stuck on his face.
He traces the smile on Jeonghan’s face with a finger. Jeonghan purses his lips, his eyes sparkling as he presses a soft kiss to Mingyu’s fingertips.
“I like you so much hyung.”
Jeonghan grins at him, his little chompers on full display. “I like you too, my horny coworker.”
Mingyu pinches him and Jeonghan yelps, crawling on top of him so he can scream right into Mingyu’s ear.
Mingyu lets him, Jeonghan has an attack score of like 0.3.
And even though he might be permanently hard of hearing now, with a wriggly, screaming Jeonghan on top of him, call him a sucker for punishment, but Mingyu wouldn't have it any other way.