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“Min?”
A shuffle of movement, the sound of sock-clad feet on the wooden floor. The air in the bedroom changes subtly as a quiet presence edges closer.
Mingi does not look back. He doesn't need to.
Sprawled across his bed, a pillow hugged under his chest, he's fully focused on the new Jujutsu Kaisen episode, his lower body partly covered by multiple blankets to keep the cold out.
The mattress dips behind him. There’s a faint brush of warmth near his side. Fingers press tentatively in the fabric of his worn shirt, not quite confident enough to be demanding.
“Miiiiiingi…”
His voice again, drawing out Mingi’s name, soft and needy.
Mingi ignores it, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Another press of fingers, this time between his shoulders. Light, testing the waters. One finger pokes between the blades before running down his spine. It makes Mingi’s lips twitch, but he keeps his gaze on his phone, utterly unmoved.
There’s a slow, rhythmical thumping against the sheets, most likely a tail swishing back and forth like it has a mind on its own. Warm breath ghosts across the slight sliver of exposed skin of Mingi’s neck. Mingi shifts just enough to resettle, still not looking over his shoulder. In the reflection of his screen, he spots how a pair of fluffy black ears drops in defeat, then perk up again with stubborn determination.
“Princess?”
Mingi stays still.
The sound that follows is unmistakable — a small, wounded whine, soft but earnest. Mingi bites back a smile. He feels a familiar weight settle against his lower back, a pointy chin resting there, followed by the restless movement of someone who doesn’t know how to be patient. The hands on his shoulders paw at him now, fingers curling into his shirt, tugging once, twice.
More whines slip out, higher this time, threaded with need.
“Mingi-yaaaa… Baby, Princess, Angel…”
When even the sweet pet names don’t work, the weight slumps forward dramatically, a cheek pressing on his waist, bringing forth a pitiful sound that seems to rumble straight through Mingi.
Mingi presses his lips together in a thin line to not let an endeared snort escape. He moves just enough to stay comfortable, rolling back his shoulders, deliberately giving nothing else away.
Finally, the presence gives up all dignity. It leans in, licking a slow, wet stripe over Mingi’s cheek, leaving the skin slick with spit.
“Yunho.”
There’s an edge of annoyance in his voice, but it melts into fondness almost immediately. He glances back just enough to catch Yunho’s big, brown eyes widened with hope, those fluffy ears perked high, his big tail wagging so hard it messes up the heap of blankets on the bed. Against his neck, he catches the edge of the puppy hybrid’s breath, paired with the pleased little yip he always makes when he finally succeeds in being noticed by his boyfriend.
The setting sun filtering through the blinds of Mingi's bedroom illuminates the obsidian black fur of both Yunho's tail and ears, caressing them with gentle golden beams and making them appear as if made from expensive, glossy silk. Rays of amber light flicker over his features, the usual sharpness of them softened with something tender, something youthful, boy-ish, almost. Even from the corners of Mingi's eyes, even when Mingi is giving him the tiniest breadcrumbs of attention, it's impossible to miss how gorgeous his hybrid is, and he would be lying through his teeth if he said it doesn't make his pulse quicken.
“Missed you,” Yunho murmurs, so close to Mingi’s ear that the younger boy almost fails to suppress a shiver.
“For those measly ten minutes you were taking a shower?” Mingi grins, rolling his eyes. “Needy little thing.”
He doesn’t pause his show, nor does he give Yunho the satisfaction of offering him his full attention.
A whimper answers Mingi, followed by that tall body pressing closer, his broad chest warm against Mingi’s hips. Mingi smells the comforting woodsy notes of his boyfriend’s shampoo, the vanilla of his bodywash, and his fingers itch momentarily with the urge to run them through Yunho’s slightly damp hair and scratch his pretty puppy behind those fluffy ears.
But he doesn’t. Part of the fun is knowing exactly how whiny and fussy Yunho gets when Mingi feigns indifference and annoyance, how his swishing tail betrays him, the way his voice wobbles when he is being ignored on purpose.
Mingi loves this game of pretend and make believe, almost just as much as Yunho does.
“I always miss you,” Yunho whispers, and Mingi doesn’t even have to look at him to know he’s pouting. “Just wanna be close to you.”
Mingi says nothing. He just props his elbow up, resting his chin in his hand, focusing on his phone screen. From his peripheral vision, he easily spots Yunho’s hands curling into loose fists, knuckles brushing the bedsheets like he is restraining himself by pure force. His fingers twitch, lift, hover, dropping back down again without making contact. The restraint makes him tremble — Mingi can feel it in the way the bed shakes, in the way Yunho rocks faintly in place like as though he doesn’t know where to put all that pent-up want.
On the screen, Yuji blurts out something stupid, and Mingi laughs. It tears a broken noise out of the puppy hybrid, halfway between a whine and a wordless plea, very displeased with and actually jealous of how Mingi’s attention is slipping.
Ah. Pure fucking music to Mingi’s ears. The butterflies in his tummy awaken slowly but surely, their wings flapping against the walls of his stomach as a bloom of warmth settles low.
He allows Yunho to creep closer, the movements slow and careful, like he’s afraid Mingi will pull away if he moves too fast. His breathing already comes quick and shallow, his nose mere centimeters from Mingi’s throat.
Mingi tilts his head the slightest bit to the right, exposing more of his neck just so his scent radiates off of him, just so he can hear and bask in the greedy inhale of his boyfriend as he sniffs, the shaky exhale when his tempting smell penetrates Yunho’s nostrils.
Another whimper. Higher, even needier.
“Princess, I—”
Yunho swallows audibly. His hips roll forwards, completely out of his control, his hardening cock barely brushing over the small of Mingi’s back. He freezes, breath stuttering.
“You smell so good, fuck, I need you…”
His voice cracks, and he presses his flushed face briefly between Mingi’s shoulder blades, muffling another needy whine. Wanting Mingi means waiting, and the hybrid does it willingly, but with the greatest possible effort. He’s already wounded so tight. Every subtle shift or adjustment Mingi makes on the bed causes him to shiver, every second of Mingi’s eyes being glued to the screen has his tail wagging despite Yunho clearly trying to keep himself still.
“C-can I please touch you?”
A pause follows, thick with anticipation. Fingertips brush Mingi’s side, hesitant, almost reverent. They linger there, flexing slightly, as if Yunho is debating whether he’s allowed to do more.
Inwardly, Mingi smiles. He is quite certain that Yunho can still feel him from how deep the younger fucked his puppy earlier today. He's so endearingly insatiable, already begging for more not even a couple of hours later.
“I’ll be gentle,” Yunho continues, tail stilling for a heartbeat before starting up again, slower now, heavy with want. The smooth leather of his collar catches on Mingi’s shirt, the silver bone pendant jiggling. “I just want you, just a little… You’re so beautiful like this...”
Yunho leans in again, closer now, forehead hovering near Mingi’s shoulder, mouth brushing the skin just beneath his ear. He doesn’t lick this time. Mingi knows he doesn’t dare. Instead, he breathes Mingi in again, longer now, savouring it, like he is grounding himself through scent alone.
His breath fans softly against the back of Mingi’s neck. Yunho’s sharp nose ghosts the air there, hesitant at first, then bolder, nudging gently into the younger’s hair as he inhales, deeper this time. He’s wholly unable to swallow back the “ahh, fuck—” that rolls out of his mouth, and Mingi swears he can feel his puppy’s dick twitching even through the various layers of clothes and blankets.
“M-Mingi…”
A grin pulls at Mingi’s mouth, equal parts from the earlier compliment and his boyfriend’s growing desperation. He arches his back, almost imperceptible, seeing how Yunho’s ears flatten against his head in unmistakable panic through the reflection of his screen. Even though Yunho pulls back just a fraction, obviously fighting himself, those slim hips roll again, his hard dick sliding right through the crack of Mingi’s ass.
He sucks in a sharp breath, trembling, mortified and needy all at once, a futile attempt to calm himself down.
It works.
For just two seconds.
Then, clearly coming apart at the seams, he whimpers out his plea in one singular breath:
“Please, can I please eat you out, Min? I want— I need to taste you— You don’t even have to do anything, you can just lay there and be pretty, you can keep watching your series, but please, please let me, God I need it so bad…”
Fuck, Yunho is so adorably, irresistably desperate.
Mingi lets the silence stretch, turning up the volume on his phone. His puppy vibrates behind him, a string of pleading, high-pitched whines slipping out of him.
Deeply, exaggerated, the younger eventually sighs, the sound of someone terribly put upon. He shifts just enough to acknowledge Yunho’s presence, just enough to let his faux annoyance known, his gaze never leaving the screen.
“Ugh, I’m trying to watch this,” he mutters, not sparing Yunho a single glance. “You’re impossible. But okay. Fine.”
The relief behind him is immediate.
“Oh— Thank you, Mingi, baby,” Yunho breathes at the permission, the words tumbling out all at once. “Thank you, Princess, thank you— I’ll be good, I swear—”
The mattress dips under his weight as he shuffles to reposition himself. He carefully tugs at the blankets partly covering Mingi’s lower body. Crisp air whispers over Mingi’s back where Yunho peels away the covers one by one, his movements cautious, his tail still as he gauges the younger’s reactions, terrified of losing his privilege of touching Mingi if he moves too eager.
Mingi stays loose and pliant, but he doesn’t move from his comfortable spot to help his boyfriend. He feigns indifference despite his muscles registering every shift of weight, every rustle of fabric behind him, pressing his lips in a thin line to keep his expressions in check.
Yunho’s fingers slip under the hem of his shirt, pushing the worn material upwards to his diaphragm. The press of his mouth instantly follows, a soft, grateful sound leaving Yunho’s lips as they trail down Mingi’s back. Pure need pours out through touch, yet the hybrid doesn’t rush — he lingers on every centimeter of the exposed skin of Mingi’s back, breathing the younger in like he can’t get enough, his bottom lip catching on the knobs of Mingi’s spine.
He presses kisses under the ridge of Mingi’s shoulderblades, first left, following the shape, then right. They’re pecks at first, light and worshipful. His tongue eventually dares to dart out, giving uncertain little licks that turn into longer laps of that warm, wet muscle, the tip of it tracing every vertebrae with adoration.
There’s a soft moan, almost a pant, followed by the quiet thump thump thump of Yunho’s tail against the bed, charcoal fur brushing over the snow white of the sheets. Each sweet kiss and lick is followed by a soft nuzzle. Yunho’s nose nudges against Mingi’s skin, his cheek rubbing against bone and flesh like a little pup seeking the oh so needed reassurance Mingi yet refuses to give.
He only finds said assurance in the goosebumps littering the younger’s back, but it’s enough.
“T-thank you,” Yunho murmurs again, mumbling the words over Mingi's hip, the stutter in his voice betraying how overwhelmed he already is. The tuft of his ears and his hair tickle Mingi’s ribs when the older boy trails lower. “Needed you so bad, Princess, thank you…”
Mingi adjusts the grip on his phone minutely, jaw tightening for half a second before relaxing again. He refuses to look back.
If he’s getting hard within his sweats, that’s something Yunho doesn’t need to know. Not yet.
Hands start to roam, fingers flexing and kneading, not knowing where to settle because everything feels right. Hips buck again, restless, that warm body pressing closer and moving back again, its owner struggling against the instinct to cling, to mount, to rut.
With barely restrained desperation, both Yunho’s mouth and his hands move downwards. His wet lips brush over the dip of Mingi’s lower back, his tongue tracing the constellation of moles there, his hands drifting to his boyfriend’s ass, hesitating before grabbing an eager hand full.
“Oh— Mingi,” Yunho whimpers, groaning at the sensation of plump flesh hidden beneath the sweats under his palms, “such a good ass... You’re just so perfect, I’ll make it worth it, I promise—”
“You’re making too much noise,” Mingi retorts with a huff, faking impatience despite desire stirring and taking root, despite his body aching to arch into Yunho’s touch. He swallows thickly, covering up the noise by increasing the volume on his phone, the sounds of a fighting scene almost drowning out the thumping of Yunho’s tail and the hybrid’s panting.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho apologizes, breath hitching. “Sorry. I can be quiet. I just—” A small, helpless whine betrays him. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you all day…”
Mingi sighs, but doesn’t tell him to stop.
“Be good,” he says calmly. He tilts his head, just enough to rest his cheek more comfortably on the pillow. “Don’t make me miss anything important.”
“Okay, yeah, of course—” Yunho nods so fast his ears flop audibly. “I’m good. ‘m your good boy.”
As Mingi’s show plays on with Yuta appearing on screen, his boyfriend’s long fingers hook in the waistband of both his joggers and boxers. When the younger doesn’t stop him, Yunho eases the sweats down centimeter by excruciating centimeter, a delicate moan escaping him as he pushes the fabric over the swell of Mingi’s ass.
Mingi can feel those big, brown eyes boring holes in his skin, can hear the waterfall of praise Yunho swallows back just in time because he had promised Mingi he would be good. He exhales, forcing himself to relax with his posture loose, as if absolutely nothing about Yunho handling him like he’s something holy affects him.
His pants slide lower, guided slowly, respectfully, even though the frantic swishing of Yunho’s tail and his uneven breath easily reveals how eager, how excited he is. The elastic of both waistbands now sit halfway the back of Mingi’s thighs, cool air drifting over the flesh, raising a new layer of goosebumps which Yunho soothes with warm, worshipping hands hovering just above Mingi’s skin.
Lower, lower, lower. Further down the sweats go. Mingi doesn’t even have to hook his chin over his shoulder to know that his puppy is biting that lovely plush bottom lip of his raw to keep in his desperate little noises as more and more of Mingi’s lower body gets exposed.
As if it is an unconscious motion, Mingi eventually shifts his leg just barely enough to help the pants and boxers slide down to his ankles. His socks get removed with them in choppy, clumsy tugs, and with one final pull, Mingi’s lower half is completely bare.
Keeping his full focus on his show and hiding his smile by snuggling deeper into his pillow, he lifts his hips slightly, giving a small but tempting shake of his ass. An overwhelmed little noise escapes Yunho at the motion, and the hybrid leans in immediately, settling in between Mingi's spread legs to press his face into the little dips at the bottom of Mingi's spine.
“So pretty,” he whispers, almost inaudible by the irregular wags of his tail against the sheets.
The hybrid’s lips are back on Mingi’s skin, open, loving, wet. Kiss after kiss follows. Soft, feather light and scattered, trailing to the end of Mingi’s spine. Yunho’s hands find Mingi’s hips next, then his bare ass, fingers splaying wide, squeezing gently at first like he’s trying to memorize the shape of him despite having touched him a millions of times before.
The touch grows more confident almost instantly, hands kneading into the globes with barely restrained hunger, truly like a young dog that has finally been given its favorite toy and doesn’t know what to do first. His light pecks turn into wetter licks and nips all over Mingi’s ass, accompanied by pleased rumbles and growls vibrating from Yunho’s throat, his sharp canines grazing over the sensitive skin every now and then.
Yunho ends right above Mingi’s tailbone. So close to where Mingi wants and needs him most, even though he pretends terribly hard he does not.
Those big hands spread Mingi open with such worship and adoration that it makes both Mingi's cock and his heart throb, a splurt of precum soiling the sheets below him when he feels Yunho’s hot, moist breath fan over his opening. He suckles his bottom lip into his mouth, fingers whitening where they clamp around his phone tighter as the hybrid moves impossibly closer and drinks in his scent with a soft growl.
The first tentative lick over his hole is to be expected, yet it has his eyes crossing and rolling back into his skull.
He almost moans.
Almost.
Shaking fingers pry him apart further, a wet, heavenly soft tongue licking all the way from his perineum up to his tailbone and back down. Yunho repeats the motion with more intent but slower, savouring the sensation of Mingi’s hole involuntarily clenching around nothing, the feeling of the tight pucker fluttering against his tongue, the rich, musky taste of Mingi seeping into his tastebuds. He licks again, again, again, tongue broad and soft and oh so loving.
“God, Princess,” he whimpers, partly muffled by how keenly he buries his nose in Mingi’s cleft. “Tastes so fucking good, thank you, thank you for letting me do this, Min—”
Mingi swallows. Doesn’t answer. Exhales slow and controlled. His gaze stays locked on his screen.
The licks become open-mouthed kisses, right on Mingi’s hole, so infuriatingly intimate that he’s very thankful for the dim light in his room because of his closed blinds — he can feel the tips of his ears burning scarlet, his cheeks hot with a pink blush draped over them. He doesn’t know what makes his spine prickle more: the lewd, wet noises from behind him as Yunho loses himself in making out with his hole, or how fucking divine Yunho’s tongue lapping at him where he’s most sensitive is.
Yunho moans against him, blunt nails digging in the plush of Mingi’s ass, spreading him open for better access. The tip of his tongue traces lazy circles around Mingi’s rim, and that is Mingi’s only warning. His tongue breaches Mingi, slowly but surely sliding in, pushing through the tight ring of muscles.
The screen blurs.
Mingi’s toes curl into the blankets. He stills them immediately, pressing the tops of his feet flat against the mattress as if that alone can regain control. Posture rigid with restraint, he still pretends boredom and indifference even as Yunho’s incredibly soft tongue sinks deeper into him, even as his puppy all but buries his pretty face in Mingi’s ass like he’s born to do so.
Between his legs, Yunho licks deeper, dipping his tongue in and out with a happy little grunt, the fluffy fur of his ears tickling Mingi’s sides. There’s the faintest hint of his sharp little fangs as he plunges his tongue in, pointed and spiky and grazing over the highly sensitive skin of Mingi’s cleft.
It’s no wonder Mingi’s hips give him away next. A barely there whimper escapes him as he rocks forward, then backwards, unconsciously seeking more of the wet stretch, instinctive like an animal. His hard cock slides over the sheets and soils the mattress below him with how much he’s already leaking, before Mingi catches himself and freezes.
Muscles lock, teeth sink into his bottom lip harder, biting the flesh to force himself to stay still. His breathing slips out of sync with the show’s dialogue, hitching almost too loudly when the hybrid behind him dips lower to lap over his taint before sweetly sucking one of Mingi’s balls into his mouth.
Fuck, Yunho is so good at this. Too damn good.
Part of Mingi wants to reach back, thread his fingers through Yunho’s messy hair and grind against the hybrid’s face, rocking himself back on his puppy’s tongue until he comes untouched. Part of him wants to test both himself and Yunho, stay all nonchalant and stoic despite the flame flickering to life deep in his gut, just see who loses their patience and this little game first.
(Probably Yunho. Although at this point, he isn't very certain about that anymore.)
He opts for the latter with much difficulty. His episode keeps playing, absurdly normal, more dialogue and fight scenes drifting past. He squeezes his eyes shut for half a second, then forces them open again, staring at the moving images without actually seeing them.
Yunho stays right where he is for a moment, nuzzling his nose in the space between Mingi’s balls and hole, inhaling the younger’s scent with a series of high-pitched yips, blissful and thirsty for more. He presses the softest, sweetest little kiss to Mingi’s sac, moving back up with languid strokes of his tongue until he's back on Mingi's rim. There, he swirls the tip of his tongue around the pucker that easily loosens up under his ministrations, pushing back in, the barely there graze of his both thumbs as he spreads the fluttering hole further open almost ripping a pathetic moan out of Mingi.
Sloppy spit trickles down Mingi's balls, joining the ever growing mess of his own precum on the blankets below him. Yunho gets increasingly more messy with it like the little pup he is, but he loses none of his enthusiasm and vigor. His movements get voracious, frantic, like he’s forgetting himself entirely in the task of making Mingi feel good.
“‘s so warm,” he whispers, a whine slipping out, high and needy. He slurs the words against Mingi’s hole, his breath puffing hotly, making it very hard not to squirm. “‘s so warm and soft, Mingi, you feel so good inside, you’re perfect…”
The filthy praise sends a shiver through Mingi, his hips pressing a fraction more firmly into the mattress. He just can’t stop himself. He grits his molars, taking the tiniest bit of his pillow between his front teeth to stifle any embarrassing whimpers.
“Be q-quiet,” he orders.
The words lack bite. He hates himself for stuttering.
“I'm missing dialogue because of you, pup.”
Yunho whines in defeat, his ears drooping on the small of Mingi's back.
“Sorry, ‘m sorry, it's just—” he stammers, pressing remorseful kisses on the younger's hip as an apology. He ducks his head, leaning his forehead briefly on Mingi's ass as though he needs the contact to steady himself again. “Fuck, sorry Princess, I'll shut up— I swear, you're just so— So—”
He trails off, diving back in like he can't spend one second without the white—hot heat and maddening tightness of his boyfriend around his tongue.
Mingi tuts and scoffs faintly, the noise strained and fracturing halfway out. So far for sounding convincing.
Whatever careful restraint the hybrid had been holding onto until now gives way to devotion so focused it's dizzying. Yunho's pace changes, dialing up the tempo from careful flicks and dips to broader, more intense and heated laps and licks. He flattens his tongue, licking deliberate patterns over Mingi's hole, up and down, dipping in the wet warm cavern every now and then. Curling, circling his tongue, ears flattened in concentration, completely attuned to Mingi's betraying body for guidance.
And betray the younger's body does. One hand slips from his phone, taking the sheets between fingers until the fabric creases. Mingi bites down the pillow harder, muffling a noise that's dangerously close to a whine as Yunho's greedy paws grab a fresh, eager handful of his ass.
His cock throbs. His eyes refuse to focus, reducing his show to nothing but motion and noise. His hips stutter over the mattress, leaking tip catching on the blankets, breath breaking into gasps. Deep within his gut, he feels ecstasy building, the familiar coil tightening, flames curling higher and higher.
The bangle dangling from Yunho's collar is icy cold. Frigid bone-shaped silver brushes over the upper back of Mingi's thighs with each delicious lick, a stark dichotomy to how mindbendingly hot the puppy's mouth is. It takes all of Mingi's willpower to not let himself quiver under the contrast, his act of apathy and annoyance getting harder and harder to keep up.
Under him, the bed trembles. Over the wet sounds between his legs and Yunho’s delighted rumbles that seem to vibrate straight through him, Mingi instantly recognizes the rhythmic creaking, the frantic swish swish swish of Yunho's tail — his boyfriend is rutting himself against the mattress, lost in Mingi's pleasure like it's his own.
“Shit,” Mingi hisses at the realization, voice breaking at the end of his curse, unable to swallow it down. “Shit, fucking fuck—”
He hears Yunho collecting saliva in his mouth, that addicting tongue disappearing for four, five torturous seconds. A fat glob of spit lands right above Mingi's tailbone, hot wetness trickling down his crack, not even getting the chance to drip into his open hole with how eager Yunho messily slurps it back up before burying his face between Mingi's cheeks again to tongue fuck him.
Mingi's legs tense, then go weak, spasming with the effort to stay still. He's getting close. He knows he can come from this alone, untouched, without touching his aching dick. He just needs a little more.
But behind Mingi, insatiable as he is, Yunho soon grows restless again. He paws at Mingi's hips, whining against the younger's rim, needy, inquisitive little noises getting torn out of his throat.
“M-Mingi,” he whispers in between licks, “Mingi, baby— c-can you turn around for me? Please, pretty please?”
More licks, heartshaped lips pressing more kisses on Mingi’s hole in between acute, pleading whines.
“Please Princess, wanna see your face, you’re always so sexy when you’re like this…”
More nuzzling, more of those long fingers pressing into the plush of Mingi’s ass, more laps of that infuriatingly wet tongue over the younger’s taint.
“I’ve been good, haven’t I? ‘m your good puppy, right? Please, Min, I need you, want to see how beautiful you are, need you so bad—”
Yunho gives his all to convince Mingi, and in the end, Mingi is just a weak man. A very weak man. He exhales through his nose, long, slow, done on purpose, suppressing the full body shiver that wrecks through him.
“You’re insatiable,” he interrupts the hybrid, tone drenched in feigned annoyance.
He shifts and turns around, ignoring how his thighs shake, how his rock hard cock bobs heavily between his legs, aching, begging for attention. How his heart rattles against his ribcage when Yunho’s eyes widen at the sight of him changing positions, his boyfriend’s pupils flitting over his flushed body in pure hunger, not knowing what to look at first.
“I should call you Princess with how spoiled you are, mutt. I really picked the most pampered pup from the litter, huh?”
Harsh words for how his chest is rising too fast, his skin flushed with warmth that has nothing to do with the temperature in his bedroom. His posture tries for defiant, chin lifted slightly, eyes half-lidded with practiced frustration, but the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clench and unclench around his phone, tell a different story entirely.
Yunho whimpers, ears flattening against his head in embarrassment, crawling between Mingi’s legs that spread for him in a silent invitation.
He looks ruined. Black strands of hair stick out in various directions. His cheeks are flushed a bright red. His mouth is swollen and puffy and red — because of me, Mingi’s brain very unnecessarily adds — a fact highlighted when he juts his bottom lip out at the accusation. He is breathing heavily, panting, almost, and even from his peripheral vision, Mingi easily spots how turned on Yunho is: the joggers he’s wearing do nothing to hide the outline of his long, stiff dick, a splotch of precum already blooming on the grey fabric where the tip sits trapped beneath two infuriating layers.
And his eyes. God. His big, brown eyes are glassy and unfocused, almost dazed like he’s drunk. Soft, open, and unmistakably aroused, tracking Mingi with open devotion.
He’s staring at Mingi like the younger has hung the moon.
Mingi’s pulse spikes and his cock drips, but he scoffs it away with a roll of his eyes, peeking at his phone instead of looking at the breathtaking pup kneeling between his legs.
“Luckily for you,” he adds, faux bored, “my episode is finished.”
A lie. Mingi is so turned on that he’s not even certain if the ending credits are already playing. He also doesn't care anymore, really. But that's something his boyfriend doesn't have to know.
He gets comfortable, pulling a pillow under his ass. Only then he spares a glance at Yunho.
“Now get on with it before I change my mind.”
Planting his soles into the mattress, he parts his thighs wider. Yunho makes a soft, broken sound like he has been punched straight through the chest, his tail wagging hard enough to almost knock something off Mingi’s nightstand as he shuffles closer.
“You’re so hot,” he blurts, words tumbling over each other. “You’re— Min, you’re so gorgeous, I can’t— Thank you—”
Mingi barely has time to inhale before Yunho moves. The older boy grabs his thighs, pressing his knees all the way to his ears, near folding Mingi in half, urgency overriding restraint as he all but dives in.
Warm wetness follows immediately after. Mingi’s back arches off the bed, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat before he can stop it, his hips chasing Yunho’s tongue as the muscle finds its way back where Mingi needs him most. There’s no more hiding now, no chances of acting all indifferent and unaffected, not laid out like this, a shaking offer arranged on crumpled sheets for his eager puppy to feast upon.
He’s close. So fucking close.
Each involuntary tremor of Mingi’s muscles, every unsteady breath gets answered with avid instinct, like Yunho’s body knows exactly what to do, moving before the hybrid’s rational mind can catch up. His tongue swipes over Mingi’s fluttering hole in quickening sweeps, insistent flicks and relentless circling against and around the rim alternating each other. He presses impossibly closer, nails sinking in the sensitive insides of the younger’s thighs as he spreads Mingi wider, maneuvering Mingi’s legs to dangle uselessly over his broad shoulders.
The sheer strength of his pup is overwhelming, overpowering, almost frightening with how easy Yunho manhandles him like it’s nothing, and yet, Mingi’s cock twitches, throbs, dripping precum all over his tummy. It’s as if his body stops listening to him — the deep, coiling tightness gathers low and spreads outwards, locking his muscles one by one, the shivering growing stronger no matter how hard Mingi tries to cover them up.
Mingi can’t keep quiet anymore.
“Yunho,” he groans out, raw and broken.
At the sound of his name finally rolling out of Mingi’s mouth, Yunho whimpers in response, loud and needy, his fluffy tail a black blur with how furiously it’s wagging.
“Mingi, fuck— You sound so pretty,” he whines, the babbled words almost getting drowned out by the creaking of the bed as he ruts against it. “Please, please keep moaning my name like that, ‘m being so good for you… Am I not your good puppy? Your good boy? Oh, you sound incredible—”
Control slips in visible waves now. White-hot heat flares through Mingi, through his core, up his spine, down his goosebump littered arms. He braces against the bed like it’s the only thing that keeps him somewhat grounded, hips jerking wildly despite himself, following Yunho’s mouth in desperation.
When he opens his eyes and finds Yunho’s staring straight back at him, that wild, purely animalistic glint shining through even the glassy, submissive veil, surrender wins it over Mingi’s prideful mask.
His composure shatters.
“Yunho— s-shit, keep going,” he grits out, jaw clenched, “keep going, pup, don’t fucking stop—”
Mingi’s hands fly to the heap of blankets, fingers clawing uselessly for something to hold onto, finding purchase in Yunho’s unkempt black locks. In the silky soft strands, he tightens his grip, right at the base of Yunho’s ears, the action ripping a low, dangerous growl out of his hybrid.
“Could eat you out forever,” Yunho pants against tight heat. Each word is punctuated by another overwhelmed whine, like he is drowning in Mingi’s every reaction.
“Love it so much, love you so much— Your pretty hole just tastes so good, Min, can't get enough— God, I can feel you clenching—”
Yunho gets dirty with it. Filthy. Feral, enthusiasm only growing as Mingi’s control finally crumbles. He eats Mingi out like a starved man — a starved beast, in his case — razor sharp teeth scraping against flesh, collar scratching over skin, tongue fucking in and out, gliding and circling and pressing.
“Wanna make you come,” Yunho whimpers, no finesse left in his licks and laps, rhythm breaking apart, reforming, shattering again, each stroke driven by hunger. “Wanna make you feel so nice, Princess— You’re close, aren’t you? Please, will you come for me? Come on my tongue?”
Mingi’s stomach flutters as an answer, then tightens painfully, the sensation spiraling tighter with every second Yunho licks him to completion right there, relentless and ever attentive. He opens his parched mouth, but all that comes out is his hybrid’s name, trembling on his tongue.
“Yes puppy— ah, Yunho, I’m—”
His head tips back, eyes crossing, all sensation focused on that one spot between his legs, heavy balls drawing up. His back arches in a bow drawn too tight, and when Yunho buries his tongue the furthest it has that afternoon, Mingi breaks.
With a raw, low groan, he cums, spilling all over his stomach and soiling his bundled up shirt. Some of his spend even reaches his chest, painting the fabric with streaks of pearlescent white, but Mingi is too lost in the throes of pleasure to even register it. With multi-coloured stars dotting his vision, he grabs the tips of Yunho’s ears, riding his puppy’s face with reckless abandon, stumbling through his peak while moaning deep, helplessly, utterly undone.
Yunho guides him through it, licking as praise spills from him, his voice shaking with awe, humping the sheets, those wide, wild eyes never leaving Mingi as the younger shivers and shakes and stutters.
His orgasm eventually breaks into warm, oversensitive aftershocks that leave Mingi breathless and boneless. His body loosens and falls back against the bed, limp like a ragdoll, chest heaving, skin flushed and buzzing. It is only when he weakly pulls at Yunho’s black locks that the hybrid stops lapping at his hole, withdrawing with a displeased little whine. Mingi wants to reprimand him, wants to tug hard on his ears to scold him, but he only manages a frail huff of breath. He sags further into the mattress, legs sliding off those broad shoulders, basking in the sweet affection and attention Yunho gives him by moving up and happily licking at his cum.
“Mm, good boy,” Mingi sighs, scratching Yunho behind the ears. His softening dick gives a last stubborn kick at the sensation of Yunho’s warm tongue cleaning up the seed on his tummy, and he smiles, letting his eyelashes flutter shut.
Yunho lingers there, careful yet attentive, his own body trembling with leftover energy. His huge, fluffy tail wags in soft, uneven thumps, and from the way he’s panting, hovering closer, unable to settle, Mingi knows exactly what is about to happen.
Again, there’s pawing at his sides — the same exploratory touches that quickly become more insistent, eager fingers curling and uncurling against his warm flesh, followed by quiet but needy whines.
“Mingi-ya,” Yunho breathes, licking another affectionate line over Mingi’s stomach. “Min, Mingi, c-can I— Can I please fuck you?”
He presses kisses all over Mingi’s lower body like he’s apologizing for his untameable vigor, his neediness. Still, his pleading, his begging continues, fumbling for words.
“‘m so hard, I need you— Fuck, my cock hurts so bad, I’m so wet for you… Princess, please, please let me be in you?”
Blunt nails ghost over the younger’s hip, Yunho’s ears flattening, then perking up in hopeful desperation, eyes wide and bright and oh so pleading.
Mingi cracks one uninterested eye open, taking his puppy in slowly, trailing his gaze over Yunho with one lazy arm supporting his orgasm-heavy head. The sunlight filtering through the curtains illuminates his flushed face, painting the blotches of cherry and rose in golds and oranges, his puffy lips equally as red parting around shallow breaths. His ears keep twitching in distress, and he’s rocking back and forth with his tail thumping impatiently, unable to sit still. He is positively soaking through his joggers by now, the stain of precum spreading, darkening the material from an innocent grey to a lewder onyx.
“Now? Like this?” Mingi scoffs, unimpressed in tone only. “You look more like a bitch in heat than the strong guard hound you pretend to be. It’s a miracle you haven't cum yet by rutting against the bed like the beast you are.”
Yunho winces and whimpers at the mean, degrading words, but Mingi can clearly see his puppy’s cock jump within his pants.
He lifts one leg, putting his sole on Yunho's heaving chest to push him back, gentle but authoritative. Yunho goes easily, pliantly, albeit with a confused little yip paired with an adorable pout and a questioning tilt of his head, leaning back until he's sitting on his haunches. Mingi's foot slides down to Yunho's waistband, agile and graceful despite the lingering tremors in the younger's thigh. There, his toes curl around the elastic of both the sweats and the boxers, dragging the joggers down, down, down, letting Yunho's dick jump free against his tummy.
The utterly wet ‘twack’ of skin on skin resonates through Mingi's bedroom, and Mingi grins at Yunho’s hiss, satisfied, bordering on sly, letting the waistband rest just under the hybrid's balls.
“See? Your knot is already forming, pup,” he adds dryly, making sure to ghost his toes over the scarlet red, swollen base of the dripping length to add weight to his words. “Bet you wouldn't even last two minutes in me.”
Yunho whimpers again, louder this time, but he doesn’t pull away. His hips buck into the teasing touch, swallowing thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the pink leather of his collar.
Fuck, does Mingi want to sink his teeth in it.
“N-No, I can try!” Yunho pouts, blabbering, “I’ll do my best, I swear— Princess, I promise, even if it’s just the tip— S-shit, I’m throbbing and dripping for you and it hurts, it hurts so much… I want— I need to be in you, I swear I’ll last, Min, I’ll make you feel good— Just the tip…”
Mingi sighs, looking at him sidelong, expression bored, voice apathetic. He lets the silence stretch. His eyes lazily roam over a shaking, shivering Yunho like he’s taking inventory, relishing in how wound tight the older boy is, how those big, pleading eyes fill with tears that stubbornly stay on his red-rimmed waterlines for now.
He both hates and loves how cute the hybrid is when he begs like this — genuine, desperate without being demanding, without pushing his boundaries, always knowing that it’s Mingi who holds the reins.
And so, he gives in.
But on his own terms.
“I spoil you way too much, Yuyu,” he mumbles. “I give you an inch and you lose your mind.”
“Sorry,” Yunho replies, bottom lip wobbling, ears drooping. “‘m so sorry, it’s just—”
Mingi shuts him up with a simple tilt of his eyebrow. He reaches out to his nightstand, blindly rummaging through the drawer to fish out a well used bottle of lube. Seeing Yunho’s face light up instantly, he rolls his eyes again, dramatic and drawn out, like the hybrid is exhausting him, which he absolutely is, in all the best ways.
He adjusts himself on the bed with lazy, unhurried intent, making a show of spreading his thighs. Even though he’s still recovering from his earlier orgasm, the little dormant flame of arousal flickers back to life as Yunho blatantly stares at him, dilated pupils flitting between where Mingi is still open and wet to his face and back.
The second Mingi uncaps the bottle, Yunho’s breath hitches and the pup crawls closer, ears perking up, but Mingi holds him at a safe distance with the same authoritative foot against his chest and pushes him back.
“Stay, boy.”
The command lands heavy. Yunho freezes, stopping dead in his tracks.
He whines, loud and sharp, but he stays. His hands clench into the sheets, knuckles white, like holding and waiting still takes every ounce of willpower he has left. The provocative sight of Mingi’s middle finger breaching himself has his tail going absolutely crazy, the bed shaking from how hard it’s wagging.
Precum bubbles up from his slit. It glistens on the crown like dewdrops in the morning sun, sliding down the red, rigid length, cascading down the fat knot to disappear into the unruly patch of jet black curls.
Mingi makes quick work of opening himself up. One finger quickly becomes two, the stretch eased by the lube and how open Yunho has licked him earlier. He doesn’t look away from Yunho, keeps his smoldering gaze on the hybrid as he scissors the digits, suckling on his lip and moaning just a bit too exaggerated, just a bit too breathy to see Yunho squirm.
Yunho’s hips rock forward before he catches himself and stills again with a frustrated sound, ears flat against his messy hair in shame, hands flying to his thighs.
“Watch. Don’t move,” Mingi purrs. He hitches one leg up, revealing impossibly more of himself, adding a third finger.
Yunho whimpers, nodding, drool trickling down the twitching corners of his mouth. His knot fattens. Mingi’s dick twitches at the thought of it popping into his hole later.
He curls his fingers, slowly thrusting them in and out. It’s tempting, tantalizing, both the sight and the wet, squelching noises, both his eyelashes fluttering shut in pleasure as he nudges against his sweet spot and the moan that rolls from his parted lips.
“Fuck, I fucking can’t—” Yunho blurts out. His nails dig into the fabric of his sweatpants, and he leans forward, just barely a centimeter. “Princess, you look so good— I-I can’t, need your hole, need you, please let me—”
Mingi tuts.
“Dumb pup can’t follow some simple instructions?”
Yunho shakes his head, breath stuttering. “No. Fuck, I mean yes. I mean— Shit, Min, sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stay… ‘m good, I can be good—”
His tail wags anyway.
Min sighs for the nth time that afternoon like the hybrid is irritating him, even as cruel satisfaction curls low in his chest.
“God, you’re so pathetically needy,” he mutters, trying his best to keep the fondness from bleeding through. He holds Yunho’s unwavering, devoted gaze just a moment longer — letting it sink in, letting his pup stew in his adorable, laughable desperation, before finally sliding his fingers out, torturously slow. Yunho has waited long enough, and he deserves a treat.
“Alright then,” he says coolly, wiping his lube-tacky fingers on the blankets. “Come here.”
Yunho instantly stumbles towards him, a wail of relief and disbelief all at once escaping him.
“Oh, thank you,” he breathes, clumsy hands yanking his joggers and underwear further down, his mile long legs a tangled mess as Yunho uses them to kick the offending clothes on his bottom half off. “Thank you, thank you, Mingi, baby—”
He crawls into Mingi's space, aching cock in hand, guiding it down to where Mingi is open and ready for him, his chest going up and down in uneven gulps of air like he can't believe he's actually allowed to fuck his boyfriend. The thick, dripping head of his dick kisses Mingi's rim, tearing a full body shiver out of him, his pointy fangs nicking into his full bottom lip as he slowly but surely starts to press in.
Mingi’s body gives way easily. Yunho’s crown pops in without much resistance, and a dreamy smile instantly forms around Mingi’s mouth at the familiar feeling of his puppy breaching him. He folds his arms under his head, leaning back into the fluffy pillow, anticipating the delicious fullness about to come.
Much to his surprise, Yunho stills. Completely.
He doesn’t push any further; there's just the gentle stretch of his wet tip. Tentative, shallow thrusts is all Mingi feels, his rim fluttering around Yunho's cockhead like it's trying to suck the scorching length in deeper. Next to Mingi's open legs, nails scratch down the blankets in uneven scrapes, and Yunho's tail lashes behind him out of rhythm, desperate and frantic.
Mingi allows his eyes to leisurely travel over Yunho while appearing as the epitome of relaxation, Dionysus in his pleasure den, a stark contrast to how the older boy looks as though he’s carved from tension, seconds from falling apart, every line in his slender body drawn taut. As if moving any further without explicit permission might undo him completely.
The remaining centimeters of his dick currently not buried in Mingi have darkened from its usual petal-pink to a deep cerise, the thick veins snaking along the length pulsating in time with his fluttering heartbeat, his knot at the base painfully swollen and red, the muscles in his pelvis convulsing in an irregular rhythm.
Yunho himself looks so out of it, rooted and frozen in stillness, staring down at where his crown breaches his boyfriend with his jaw clenched. More frustrated tears collect in the corners of his glassy eyes, nostrils flare, whimpers sound from high in his throat while droplets of sweat bead just below his hairline.
Every instinct is pulling him forward, but sheer discipline is holding him back.
Fond and exhausted and utterly endeared, Mingi huffs a soft laugh.
“Oh, you poor little thing…” he coos, the condescending tone of his sickly sweet voice falling upon deaf, frantically twitching ears.
He reaches up, grabbing his shivering puppy by the back of his neck and yanking on a couple of loose black strands in the process, much like scruffing a kitten, grounding Yunho hard enough to pull him back into the moment, to get his attention on him.
“Yunho. Look at me.”
Yunho obeys immediately.
“I wanna be good,” he squeaks out, tangled and fast, his stomach contracting with the effort not to move his hips. “J-just the tip, right? W’nna do it right ‘n make it good for you, Min, but I—”
Mingi interrupts him. He wraps his legs around Yunho’s waist, firm and decisive. The motion leaves no room for doubt, no space for restraint to survive.
“If you’re gonna fuck me,” he says, tone sharp and commanding, “at least do it properly.”
With those words and with his heels digging in the small of the hybrid’s back, he pulls his boyfriend in, forcing the rest of Yunho’s dick to slide in until Mingi is fully filled.
Even with how well prepared Mingi is, the stretch still burns in the most heavenly of ways, the sensation of Yunho’s seizable length filling him up to the brim intense and overwhelming and oh so good. It knocks a whimper out of Mingi, louder and needier than any of the previous noises he has made this afternoon, yet it is nothing compared to Yunho’s reaction as he bottoms out thanks to Mingi’s forceful help.
“Princess,” he chokes, tears spilling free, “oh my God—”
One hand flies to Mingi’s side, claws digging in the cum-streaked skin, the other blindly finds the pillow under the younger’s head, ripping the fabric apart as the last remains of his paper thin composure completely vanishes.
Something feral snaps clean through him. He bares his tiny fangs, a savage snarl forming around his formerly parted heart-shaped lips he tries to keep down by biting on his tongue. He withdraws with a shaky inhale, bracing himself, the thick tip almost threatening to slip out before he pummels back in, already addicted to the mindbendingly tight, wet heat Mingi's body offers after only one harsh thrust.
“That's it,” Mingi murmurs, trailing his toes over the lower knobs of Yunho's spine, right above where his tail starts. Just enough to tease, just enough to spur him on, to dare him to continue.
“Yeah, just like that, Yunnie. Mount me like I know you want to. Take whatever you need. You have my permission, pup.”
From there, it only escalates. There's no slow build-up, no careful pacing, no hesitation, just raw, unadulterated need surging through Yunho's limbs with the permission finally given. His breath turns ragged, panting hard and fast, his hips starting a brutal rhythm that has Mingi gasping and clutching at the blankets.
Yunho's perfectly curved cock finds Mingi's prostate easily, the dripping bulbous tip nudging into the soft, spongy spot, his scarlet red knot kissing Mingi's rim, his full, heavy balls swinging and slapping against Mingi's ass with every wild thrust.
“Min— Mingi—” Yunho grunt-gasps from behind clenched teeth, the name a prayer he can't stop repeating on his lips. “Yes, yes, fuck— Oh you feel so fucking amazing, you drive me insane—”
His big brown eyes are half-lidded and glassy, unfocused, yet he still blinks down at the younger under him like he can’t believe Mingi is actually real.
“So gorgeous,” he adds with a whine, nuzzling his nose against Mingi’s. “So pretty, Mingi, you’re so beautiful…”
Mingi's hungry hands are everywhere. They slide under Yunho's shirt, pushing the sweat-soaked fabric up higher so he can roam them over every single millimeter of that gorgeous broad chest and that cute tummy. Fingers brush over dusty pink nipples which instantly harden under his loving caress, nails ghost over collarbones, mapping out every pore and feeling Yunho arch into his every touch.
They travel to Yunho's neck where veins and muscles strain with tension, up to his messy mop of hair where the strands on his nape have started to curl up because of the humidity in the bedroom. Knowing how much his boyfriend loves having his ears touched when they're being intimate, Mingi scratches behind them, running his index finger along strong cartilage and soft fur, first left, then right.
“A-ah, Princess,” Yunho moans, head automatically tilting to where Mingi is touching him, his eyelashes fluttering shut in bliss. “So good, you’re so— Fuck, you're good to me, don't stop, please don't stop touching me—”
“Mm, I won't,” Mingi promises with a purr, smiling when he notices not only his hybrid’s huge tail is going crazy, but that Yunho is also subconsciously thumping one of his feet against the mattress as the scratches behind his ear intensify. Now more than ever, Mingi feels his pent-up want, his heat, his despair bordering on delirium, the way Yunho is unraveling on top of him as he slams into him while whining, mewling, whimpering.
Finally, Mingi lets himself fully respond. No more pretending.
The last lingering traces of feigned boredom and annoyance vanish, replaced by something voracious that surges molten hot through his veins and makes his chest glow with warmth. He grunts softly, grabbing Yunho by his collar, tugging him in until the silver pendant dangles right above his diaphragm.
“Good boy, my precious baby,” he praises, stuttering on his moans. Breathless, he stares up at his gorgeous hybrid, brushing his thick, black hair away from his brows with care, toying with the tips of his twitching ears that flick and flatten with every overwhelmed noise Yunho makes.
“Shit, just look at you, you’re so pretty like this, pup. All wild and— Ahh, fuck— and desperate, stretching me out so nicely with that huge cock of yours, my puppy’s filling me up so well…”
Half-lost, half-estatic, Yunho presses impossibly closer, his sweaty palms making his grip clumsy as he holds onto Mingi tighter, bullying his cock into Mingi like he wants to fuse their bodies as one.
“Mingi, Mingi, Mingi,” he babbles, voice breaking apart and pitching as high as his whines, rambled praises spilling out of him non-stop. “T-thank you, feels so good, you’re so tight— Your ass is so warm and soft, makes me so hard, you make me so hard, God, ‘m fucking leaking in you, ‘s so wet and messy— Princess, fuck, fuck—”
And Mingi feels it, feels everything. Feels the steady stream of arousal pouring into his hole and clinging against his clenching walls, feels every tremor of Yunho’s straining muscles, feels his boyfriend’s cock hit hit G-spot again and again and again. Feels that familiar warmth of delight low in his gut coiling like a snake, his own dick throbbing and leaking on his cum-streaked stomach.
It's not long before Yunho's arms can no longer keep him up. He collapses on top of Mingi, chest-to-chest, belly-to-belly, slick skin on slick skin, burying his flushed face in the crook of the younger's neck where his scent is the strongest. His words degrade into breath and sound, instinct overriding language. The hybrid’s movements are all teeth and grip and frantic closeness — nipping at Mingi’s shoulders straight through his shirt, licking at the younger’s pulse point, breathing Mingi in like he needs the scent to survive.
“Fuck, your body, your scent— I can’t— Min, my Mingi, mine, mine, mine—”
He growls, fucks into Mingi with with bottomless hunger, the bed creaking on its wooden legs, the headboard thumping against the wall. Right now, he is more wolf than pup, his primal ferocity only thinly veiled by his unwavering loving loyalty and his ever present desire to please, the animalistic urge to mount only held back by the pink leather collar around his throat reminding him of what he is.
Mingi answers every devouring thrust with a welcoming moan, lets himself get overpowered by the wildness, loses himself in how Yunho gets even rougher, needier. Precum slicks his belly, his dick so stiff it hurts.
“Such a good pup,” he groans in one of Yunho’s fluffy ears, running his tongue over the silken fur, all the way up to nibble at the twitching tip. “‘m all yours, Yuyu. All yours… Don’t you dare stop now— Shit you’re so big, you’re perfect—”
He wraps his legs around him tighter, grabbing him harder, nails biting into Yunho’s broad shoulders, pulling him close instead of holding him off like earlier. His bedroom is spinning around him as Yunho takes him apart, the raw, distinct smell of sex penetrating his nostrils sending zaps of pleasure up his spine, making his toes curl and his fingers tingle.
Yunho mewls out a wordless sob at the praise, his tail trashing behind him. He’s getting uncoordinated, even less controlled, his relentless rhythm faltering every now and then, mindlessly humping on top of Mingi. He is everywhere, his shuddering body heavy and grounding, his hands either tugging on Mingi’s silver hair or roaming over the younger’s torso and sides, his whimpers loud in Mingi’s ears, his dick reaching and hitting spots Mingi didn’t know even existed in his body in the first place.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” he asks. A breathless laugh leaves him when Yunho wails and nods so hard the silver pendant of his collar knocks against his own chin. “Yeah? Mm, I can feel it, keep going, don’t hold back Yuyu…”
Yunho’s uneven breath is hot and moist against his neck as he pants like he’s chasing a terrified bunny running ahead of him, drool wetting Mingi’s flushed skin even more. There’s the tiniest hint of small yet sharp fangs scraping over the mark that decorates the flesh on top of Mingi’s trapezius — a taste of what’s to come, of something that lurks just around the corner, and Mingi can’t help but feel like the bitch in heat he accused Yunho of being earlier with how both his heart and hole flutter at the promise of getting filled and bred.
A promise that Yunho keeps and fulfills.
“Min— Mingi, I’m—” he chokes out, knees sliding over the comforter, pummeling into the younger as though he wants to crawl inside Mingi’s body and inhibit it. “‘m close, I’m really fucking close— oh my God you feel so good, Princess, I-I’m gonna come soon—”
The room narrows to only them tangled together, the nasty wet squelch of lube and arousal deafeningly loud between his legs adding to the cacophony of their combined moans rising in both pitch and volume. Mingi bites his lip and smiles, his eyes crossing and slipping shut, his abdomen cramping up tight as he too dances towards the inevitable edge.
“Gonna knot me, baby?” he lures, “gonna stuff my hole nice ‘n full and fuck your pretty pups into me like the good boy you are? Give me an entire litter with that huge dick of yours, hm?”
The words leave Mingi without thought, without filter, and Yunho responds like he has been struck by lightning, body jerking, nails dragging down the sheets.
“Yes, yes, will give you so many puppies,” he growls back, possessive, obsessive, completely functioning on instinct, no sliver left of his rational mind as Mingi’s fantasy takes root. “Fuckhnnngg, you’re mine— you’d look so good full and round of me, Mingi, Mingi, I’m— I’m gonna—”
One hand stays in Yunho’s damp locks, pressing the hybrid’s forehead against him, the other travels down his sweat-slick back, trailing over strong muscle and flushed skin. Down, down, down, it follows the knobs of his spine, stopping right above Yunho’s ass.
“Then do it, Yuyu,” Mingi spurs the older boy on, dragging his tongue up his neck, lapping up the sweat. “Cum for me. Breed me.”
And then, Mingi’s hand curls around Yunho’s tail, fisting the fur at the base, and he pulls. Decisive. Insistent. Hard.
Yunho’s howl tears free from his chest, feral and uncontrolled. Everything in him goes tight, wild, instinct overwhelming thought, his entire shivering body going rigid before tipping over completely. Growling, whimpering, clinging onto Mingi like he’s falling apart, he forces his knot into the younger, their combined cries intermingling as the fat bulb pushes through the last resistance.
“Take it,” he grits out, spilling filth in wrecked fragments between broken sounds, “shit, fuckin’ take it, take my pups— Mingi, I love you, loveyouloveyouloveyou—”
Razor sharp teeth dig into the crook of Mingi’s neck. They sink in and break skin right over the barely faded marks to lay claim, Yunho’s high-pitched whines dissolving into muffled sobs of pure blinding ecstasy. With his fangs mauling Mingi’s flesh, Yunho empties himself with brutal stutterfucks of his hips, pumping Mingi full in hot, unending spurts, ears twitching uncontrollably, tail lashing wildly behind him.
It’s all too much for Mingi — the searing, burning stretch of Yunho’s swollen knot popping in, the overwhelming sensation of getting filled to the brim, the delicious pain-pleasure bliss of canines in his neck and praise whispered on his skin. It rips a second orgasm out of him, untouched yet again, his overpowering release crashing through him in sync with his boyfriend’s. Constricting his legs around Yunho’s waist, he pushes him in impossibly deeper, yanking his tail while the other arm presses the precious pup closer to him, needing the inseparable closeness like oxygen.
His eyes roll back and he groans the hybrid's name, loud and deep and raw, his trapped cock twitching and spilling hotly between their sweaty stomachs. It’s exquisite, mindblowing, Yunho’s dick fucking him full of cum over and over only prolonging his earth-shattering peak, every nerve alight, every pore on fire.
The intensity leaves him shaking and moaning, the aftershocks even more powerful and rough the second time, head tipping back on the pillow as he rides it out with the whining hybrid still pressed against his neck, still trembling, still clinging.
Yunho’s bone pendant stills eventually. It rests unmoving in the dip of Mingi’s throat, the silver warm with lingering heat.
Locked together, they stay like that for a long moment, sharing heat and closeness, Mingi's exhausted body relaxing under Yunho's heavy, satisfied weight of instinct spent completely. The hybrid’s knot pulsates in him, feeding his hole more cum even as Yunho goes completely slack against him, boneless and drained, pitiful whines slipping out when Mingi’s warm walls milk every drop from him. He is still breathing heavily, but the frantic edge is gone, replaced by slow, contented sighs that brush against Mingi’s damp neck.
After some heartbeats, his fangs loosen. Yunho softly laps at the reddened indents, licking up the blood and soothing the stinging bite, ears flicking back in a guilty little twitch.
One of Mingi’s hands slides up to cradle the back of his puppy’s head. His fingers thread gently through sweat-damp hair, thumb brushing over his ear in a slow, grounding motion, a wordless reminder that he doesn’t mind the mark in the slightest. Tenderly, he scratches at the base, letting Yunho melt in the touch.
“You were perfect, Yunnie,” he breathes, pressing a proud kiss on the older boy’s scalp. “Such a good boy. The best pup I could ever wish for.”
Yunho shudders at the praise.
“Love being good for you,” he mumbles back. The loving words break on a quiet, tired whine, almost inaudible, his hips bucking instinctively as his cock decides Mingi isn’t full enough yet.
“Fuck, you’re still so warm and tight… Don’t w’nna move, w’nna be buried in you forever…”
“Mm,” Mingi hums, clearly not objecting.
If it were up to him, he would stay here forever indeed, just like Yunho said — in a hug so intimate he can’t tell where Yunho starts and where he ends while afternoon sunlight seeps through his curtains, embracing them in a gentle, golden glow, the bedroom filled with only the sound of their synced breathing.
His hand drifts lazily down Yunho’s back, over the subtle curves and edges of him, fingers brushing through the thick, silken fur of his tail in slow, affectionate strokes. Yunho yips instantly, his tail giving a weak yet happy thump despite how exhausted he clearly is. His face reappears from the safe crook between Mingi’s neck and shoulder, and when his eyes find Mingi’s, Mingi smiles at him, genuine and oh so fond, his heart warm with overflowing love.
He reaches out for his nightstand, grabbing a water bottle and opening it with one hand, pressing the opening to the hybrid’s mouth.
“Drink up, baby. You worked so hard for me, you need to hydrate,” he instructs, tilting the bottle upwards, watching in fondness how Yunho gratefully gulps the water down. A stray droplet trickles down his boyfriend’s jaw, and he wipes it away with care, holding the cold plastic against Yunho’s forehead to help the hybrid cool off just a bit.
“You know,” Mingi says not long later, absentmindedly twirling some fur of Yunho’s tail around his fingers, “I’d never ignore you on purpose. You know that, right, puppy?”
Yunho stills for half a second, tilting his head to the side in brief confusion. Then, he smiles back, small and a bit sheepish, his eyes tired yet glossy, hair a mess, lips still plump and wet.
“I know,” he answers. His tiny fangs peek through as he bites his bottom lip and lowers his voice, more shy now. “But I like it when you act all indifferent and distant. Cool. Like you don’t care.”
Mingi raises a brow and grins, not saying anything, letting Yunho’s giddy giggle fill in the blanks. Yunho nuzzles his nose against his, ears flattening in an embarrassed yet pleased way.
“It drives me crazy in all the best ways, Princess,” he admits. “It’s so hot. Makes me want you even more. Makes it feel… earned. When you finally give in.”
The younger’s dick gives a treacherous little kick. Scoffing his darkening flush away, Mingi softly bites at the tip of his hybrid’s ear, masking his sudden bashfulness with a teasing gnaw and loving words that follow.
“It’s always earned,” he promises, affection bleeding through the sentence. “Always when it’s you.”
His hybrid beams. Thump thump thump, his tail goes swishing over the blankets, never still for long around Mingi. Yunho settles back in with a blissful sigh, proudly suckling at his fresh mark on Mingi’s neck.
“I love you,” Mingi whispers, chin resting against his head, his lids growing heavy. “My beautiful pup.”
Yunho goes boneless at that, a last, tiny contented sound slipping out as he curls closer while his eyes also slip shut.
“Love you too, Min.”
Intertwined, Yunho still buried deep within Mingi for the next hours to come, they drift off to sleep, wrapped in nothing but gentle stripes of afternoon saffron light and the comforting warmth of each other’s arms.