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“ Heal— fuck!” Jeongin growls, ears covered with his noise-canceling headphones and every cell in his body focused on the screen in front of him. He’s too engrossed to notice the time, or even hear the call of, ‘Innie-yah! ’ that rings out in the apartment.
He only realizes Mingyu’s back when he’s looming over his side, arms crossed over his chest and a brow raised in annoyance. Jeongin can only spare his boyfriend a glance before he’s revived and dashes out on the field, frantically barking commands into his headset for his teammates to gather.
Mingyu is apparently not having it today, the bags under his eyes prominent against his tan, otherwise unmarred skin. Mingyu unceremoniously pulls one side of his headphones off, placing it haphazardly on his head and leans down to scream, “ Yang Jeongin! ” right into his poor eardrum. Jeongin screeches, jumping in his seat from the painfully loud noise and manages to get one-shot again , his revival time now well over half a minute.
He swiftly mutes his mic and whips his head to glare up at Mingyu who only stares back with an unimpressed look. “Hyung, what the fuck! You just cost me this game—”
“Haven’t you had enough of playing, baby?” Mingyu grumbles, raising a hand to card it through his messy hair. Jeongin curses the way his eyes automatically dart up to follow the movement, watching the silky strands fall back in place and frame Mingyu’s forehead in a pretty fringe. His glasses are low on his nose-bridge and Jeongin has the urge to push them up for him.
“I only got home, like, two hours ago—”
“And I just got home.” Mingyu pouts, and it shouldn’t be cute on a 6-foot-something muscular giant, but it is, and Jeongin feels some of his annoyance seep out of him.
He’s alerted of his revival and shifts his attention back to the screen, muttering out a quick apology and saying he’ll be done in a few minutes, but Mingyu seems especially determined to not let Jeongin have his way today. It isn’t super rare for Mingyu to get back from his classes grumpy—honestly, it’s a wonder he isn’t worse as an architecture student. Jeongin shivers at the thought of their friend Hyunjin who is essentially a sleep deprived, murderous gremlin on the best of days. He figures Mingyu just came back from another long session at the library with Hyunjin as he does almost every day.
Completely uncaring of Jeongin’s very heated protests, Mingyu fully plucks the headset off him and sets it aside on his desk.
“ Gyu-hyung— ! Why would you–”
Mingyu clasps a hand down on Jeongin’s, the one that is frantically moving his mouse, and stops him. He leans down again, breath scorching against the shell of his ear, and Jeongin feels his heart pick up from a burning in his gut different from his previous anger.
“I’m running on barely 4 hours of sleep a night and even less hours of my boyfriend every day. You can play your stupid video game some other time, Innie.” Mingyu whispers into his ear, running his teeth over the sensitive skin of his earlobe.
Jeongin hisses, his heart immediately dropping down rock bottom when he realizes his mic is unmuted. He scrambles to mute it, his sigh of relief cut off when Mingyu suddenly spins him in his chair so that he’s properly facing him instead of the screen.
“ Hyu— ” he yelps when Mingyu wraps one arm around his waist and braces the other below his thigh and lifts. Jeongin’s legs reflexively circle around him, clinging onto Mingyu for dear life. “Oh my God, what the fuck, hyung!” Jeongin squeals, arms tightly looped around Mingyu’s neck as his boyfriend buries his nose in his collarbone, lips leaving chaste kisses as he slowly begins to walk towards the bed. The corner of his frame digs into Jeongin’s skin, sending a shiver down his spine and making him squirm in Mingyu’s hold.
“Stupid game later. Now, all you focus on is me. ” Mingyu sets him down on the mattress in a way that has Jeongin bouncing a little.
He cranes his neck up and gulps almost comically when Mingyu’s arms bulge as he lifts the hem of his sweatshirt and strips. It leaves his hair in disarray, his glasses slightly skewed, but Mingyu doesn’t seem to care one bit as he kneels on the bed and over Jeongin, forcing Jeongin to recline on his elbows to meet his gaze. It’s embarrassing enough that Jeongin won’t admit it even with photographic evidence and a gun to his head that the mere sight of Mingyu’s hungry gaze flitting all over his still clothed body has him chubbing up in his jeans like a horny teenager. Jeongin scrunches his nose when he feels his own pair of spectacles suddenly drop, jostling from the movement as Mingyu pushes Jeongin down till he’s fully on his back.
“Hyung will make you feel good, hm?” Mingyu practically purrs and Jeongin has to hold back a whimper from just the sound and the featherlight touch of his large palm sliding down his still clothed torso.
Jeongin’s in an oversized hoodie, the sleeves halfway covering his palms and the hem reaching down to almost the middle of his thighs. Mingyu grins, his canines glinting under the LED, as he swiftly opens up the button of his jeans. Before Jeongin can get a word out, Mingyu’s already rid him of his pants and boxers, revealing his half-hard cock to the slightly chilly air of the room. Jeongin hisses from the exposure, voice tapering out into a quiet groan when Mingyu wraps his thick fingers around him, thumb pressing at the slit to gather the precum before smearing it around the head. Jeongin moans, hips bucking into the touch to no avail since Mingyu’s hand is gone as fast as it came.
He looks down at Mingyu from between his legs and whines in indignance, subconsciously spreading his legs a little wider in invitation for Mingyu to come closer.
Mingyu snorts at the gesture, not unkindly, mostly just fond. He grips both of Jeongin’s thighs, blunt nails digging into the supple flesh that gives way too easy despite his well-crafted muscles. Jeongin always turns into putty under Mingyu’s hands.
“Baby’s already getting impatient?” Mingyu coos, a little condescending, but the smile on his face is so affectionate that Jeongin flusters, hands coming up to cover his face.
He hears the drawer open and some rustling before the sound of a cap opening has him lowering his palms to look. Mingyu is drizzling lube onto his long, thick fingers, rubbing the viscous liquid between them to warm it up. Jeongin reaches down, intending to shed his hoodie when Mingyu immediately stops him with a tut.
“Ah, ah, don’t take it off, Innie. Keep it on.”
Jeongin’s hands stay frozen, not knowing what to do for a moment as he lets Mingyu’s request settle in. He feels his body cave in at his words, at the way Mingyu’s eyes are almost black as he stares at the way Jeongin’s body is practically drowning in his jacket. Jeongin finally rests his hands on the sheets on either side, fingers curling around them when Mingyu presses a wet finger over his rim.
He gasps as the feeling, jerking in place when Mingyu rubs the pad of his finger around his hole, teasing.
A whine bubbles in Jeongin’s throat and he raises his head to throw Mingyu a watery glare to express his exasperation, but it only serves to make Mingyu’s face light up in glee. How can he forget—Mingyu is a fucking menace that loves to pick Jeongin apart at the seams, piece by piece, before rearranging him back together again. Proper sex with Mingyu meant hours— Jeongin still isn’t sure if it has to do with how little free time he gets because of his degree and has to unleash the pent-up sex demon inside him, or if it’s just his personality . An act of service, something that brought him joy, having Jeongin unravel in his arms and moan his name till his throat gives out.
Mingyu finally pushes a finger in, and Jeongin gasps at the stretch, the feeling catching him off guard every time. He really can’t underestimate the thickness of Mingyu’s fingers. It takes a bit of petting and hushed reassurances kissed onto the skin of his neck, his jaw and finally his lips for Jeongin to relax and allow a second digit inside. Mingyu’s tongue is a complete contrast to the gentle, careful stretch of his fingers. He kisses sloppy but in a skilled way—it’s wet and messy and all tongue and teeth; the way he kisses is all-consuming as Jeongin has to direct all his energy to not run out of breath in an attempt to keep up with his lips. Their glasses clash at times but Mingyu seems adamant on keeping them on him, and when Mingyu pulls back to look at him, his own frame perched low on his bridge, Jeongin thinks he gets why. He dives back in to continue their kiss, leaving Jeongin floaty and sensitive, hips swiveling down and pressing Mingyu’s fingers deeper, trying and failing to get Mingyu to touch him where he needs. Jeongin whines against his lips, hands reaching up to grip Mingyu’s shoulders, one of them sliding back and into his hair, fingers tangling in the strands and giving them a light tug.
Mingyu relents, slowly pushing in a third finger. It burns, the stretch significantly wider, but Mingyu’s quick to distract him with kisses, alternating between soft pecks and muttering, “You’re doing good, baby, so good for me.”
“Gyu-hyung,” Jeongin moans against his lips, blood boiling hotter than lava at Mingyu’s husky tone, the brush of his calloused fingers as he runs his free hand up his side and over his chest, stopping to pinch at his erect nipple. Jeongin arches into it, breaking the kiss to plant his cheek against the mattress, the metallic frame of his glasses digging into his temple. Mingyu wastes no time in latching onto the side of his neck, biting down hard enough to elicit a yell before soothing what is definitely a blooming mark with his tongue.
Jeongin’s already feeling overwhelmed and hypersensitive despite his cock remaining untouched; it twitches with every languid thrust of Mingyu’s fingers in his hole, opening him up wider and wider for himself. Jeongin dips his chin, glancing down at Mingyu who has shifted back into a kneel, his free hand now perched on Jeongin’s knee, holding him wide open. Mingyu’s still in his jeans, the bulge of his hard-on prominent and definitely painful in their confines. In contrast, Jeongin’s cock is leaking copious amounts of precum, a throbbing red and slightly curved as it stands exposed. Jeongin’s itching to get a hand on himself but the warning look from Mingyu is enough to trample on his idea.
He widens his eyes and pulls his lips into a quivering pout, sulking at Mingyu who seems to be simultaneously aroused and amused at Jeongin’s expression. “Mingyu-hyung, please, ” Jeongin says as he clenches around Mingyu’s fingers, making his pace falter. He revels in the sharp inhale Mingyu takes in.
Mingyu hums, feigning nonchalance as he prompts Jeongin to continue. Jeongin trails a hand down his sternum, watching the way Mingyu’s eyes follow his movement, and he hikes up his jacket enough to reveal his stomach. “Fuck me, hyung, I’m ready .”
Jeongin sees something snap in Mingyu’s expression, his grin sharpening, eyes narrowing and pupils blowing even wider. He decides to add fuel to the fire, gripping the underside of his thighs he pulls them up to his chest, presenting himself in the most obscene way he could—body covered in his loose hoodie, his sleeves pulled out to where they reached his fingers and his gaping, fluttering hole begging to be filled.
“ Fuck, Innie-baby—” Mingyu curses, letting out an incredulous huff of laughter, grabbing the bottle of lube to fervently slick himself up. He pins his eyes on Jeongin’s face, all flushed and sweaty, lips parted and mouth watering as Jeongin watches Mingyu stroke himself in a daze. Mingyu chuckles at the sight, making Jeongin’s eyes snap up to his face at the sweet, condescending laughter. “Already dumb for my cock, baby? Want me to fuck your pretty little mouth?” Mingyu reaches out with his free hand to brush over his rim and makes Jeongin let out a cry, legs shaking from where he’s holding them up. “But this seems to be begging for my cock too…what do you want baby?”
Jeongin whimpers at the filthy words Mingyu drawls like honey, goosebumps wracking his body as he lets out an embarrassingly wrecked whine, “ Anything— hyung, just touch me, please. I need you—”
Mingyu’s over him in an instant, hands planted on the mattress by his head, leaning down so close that he’s pressing Jeongin’s legs even further, the stretch folding Jeongin in half. Jeongin’s breath gets stuck in his throat when Mingyu begins to push in, the stretch of his cock bordering on painful until he’s in to the hilt.
Mingyu stills, shifting their position to wrap Jeongin’s legs around his back so that it’s more comfortable. Jeongin’s arms fly out to circle around Mingyu’s shoulders and he curls up, panting into the skin of Mingyu’s neck as he shushes him, leaving pecks on the crown of his head and forehead until Jeongin pulls back and meets his gaze through bleary eyes and cloudy glasses.
Mingyu sends him a soft smile. “Let me know when you’re ready, okay?”
Jeongin nods, heaving up for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss which Mingyu returns with equal desperation. Jeongin rocks his hips down experimentally, a tacit request for Mingyu to move. Mingyu begins to slowly pull out, Jeongin’s walls contracting around his pulsating cock spasmodically until he just has the tip inside. All at once Jeongin feels his breath get knocked out of his, Mingyu moaning into his mouth as he drives inside all the way, the angle dead on his prostate.
The pace he sets is relentless—it’s fast, deep yet rhythmic, his hips perfectly angled to torture Jeongin’s g-spot, having him devolve into a moaning, sobbing mess as all he can do is take it. Jeongin tries to push down and meet his thrusts halfway, but Mingyu fucks into him at such a pace that Jeongin’s reduced to a pliant puddle. Jeongin throws his head back on a half-scream half-gasp when Mingyu grinds on a perfectly aimed thrust, feels the tension boil in his gut, all the blood in his body rushing to his aching, wet cock. He’s too far gone to even think of stroking himself, knows that he won’t last with just Mingyu’s merciless fucking.
His glasses are muddied with his tears and sweat, lips parted on a permanent moan as Mingyu dips down and nips at the hickey he left earlier. The pleasure-pain has Jeongin’s vision flashing white-hot flares, his nails digging into the muscles of Mingyu’s flexed back and scratching down, clinging on for dear life as Mingyu fucks in faster.
He barely pulls out, keeping his thrusts shallow as he attacks Jeongin’s prostate, mumbling incoherent praises into his skin, and only when Mingyu sits back, braces his hands on Jeongin’s thighs to haul his legs up and over his shoulders does Jeongin snap his eyes open.
He arches off the bed and yells out Mingyu’s name with the abruptness of his orgasm with the next thrust, hands gripping onto the sheets and eyes trained on Mingyu’s face—tan skin wearing a beautiful blush, his frames barely clinging onto his face, lips bitten red and eyes lidded with lust.
His cum shoots out in ropes and paints his stomach and chest, some of it landing on his neck. His eyes roll to the back of his head as Mingyu continues to fuck into him, his hips stuttering as he gets close to cumming. Jeongin, still spasming around his cock, suddenly clamps down hard and that’s what garners a loud groan from Mingyu followed by him emptying inside him.
He fucks them through both their orgasms, gradually slowing down before coming to a complete halt, letting Jeongin’s legs fall back down on the bed before flopping down on top of him. Jeongin trembles a little from the aftershocks of the intense orgasm, mouth open as he greedily gulps in air. Mingyu’s doing the same on top of him, mindlessly nosing into the crook of Jeongin’s neck and littering his skin with open mouthed, lazy kisses.
Jeongin eventually regains enough autonomy of his limbs and raises a shaky hand to Mingyu’s hair, gently raking his fingers through the sweat-matted strands.
“I love you.” Mingyu mumbles into his skin before pulling back with a heaving breath so that he could look Jeongin in the eye. He suddenly barks out a laugh making the serene expression on Jeongin’s face twist into a grimace.
“What!”
“Rest in peace to your glasses.” Mingyu says through bubbly giggles.
Jeongin rolls his eyes, lips tugging into a grin. “Speak for yourself. Can you even see through yours?”
“Nope.” Mingyu pops the ‘p’, ripping out a giggle from Jeongin’s throat. He drinks in his laughter as he goes back down to capture his lips in a tender, unhurried kiss.
When they separate, Jeongin’s pats Mingyu’s side. “Let’s clean up, Gyu.”
Mingyu arcs his brow, then, amusement twinkling in his eyes and lips parting on a shit-eating grin. Jeongin swallows thickly, already dreading where this is going.
“We only just started, baby. Now…” Mingyu drawls, a hand coming up to cup Jeongin’s cheek. He slides his thumb over Jeongin’s bottom lip in a reverent, teasing touch, before pulling his lip and watching it recoil. “Gonna fill up your pretty little mouth too, hm?”
Jeongin bites back a moan at just the thought.