Work Text:
Minghao isn’t one to get jealous easily.
Really. He isn’t. After a few years of self reflecting and introspection, he improved a lot more from where he had started in the first place.
He flipped to the next page of the book. On cue, the front door opened up and he already knew that it was Chan slowly entering through at the corner of his eye. Minghao had spent the good portion of their free night off catching up on neglected hobbies – passing up the offer when some of the other members had gone out for drinks.
Though, those guys have been home for about an hour or so already. It was only ever Chan who would stay out way longer than anyone else. He’s the definition of a playboy. Not recklessly at least. After a stern talking to with Seungcheol a few years back Chan had gotten better and less inattentive. They were technically celebrities out there, at bars and clubs or not.
Minghao flipped to the next. Seemingly ignoring Chan entering through the door. The younger lit up at him sitting on the living room couch. Minghao inwardly cringed. This is why he preferred to read on the balcony or in his room but Mingyu had insisted he would read out here while he watched television – but the latter had said he was going to the bathroom an hour ago, most likely asleep in bed.
“Oh! Hyung!”
Chan shucked off his shoes and quickly made towards Minghao, plopping himself down on the couch and nestled his head between Minghao’s book and his lap.
Minghao hummed, acknowledging his presence.
“I’m so tired – I think I’m gonna die during morning practice tomorrow.”
“I wonder who’s fault it is.”
Chan hit him lightly, “You’re supposed to be on my side! Cheering for your precious maknae’s success in his social life.”
Minghao paused and wrinkled his nose. Chan didn’t smell bad in particular, he just smelt like – other people. Multiple people. It made an uncomfortable feeling be known in Minghao’s stomach.
“I’m not going to be on your side if you smell like shit. Get off.”
Minghao didn’t mean for it to come out as a sneer, he just really did not need to be reminded through Chan’s scent right now that he had slept with other people. He started slowly peeling Chan off his lap onto the floor.
Scratch that – when it comes to Lee Chan, Minghao gets jealous.
Obvious to tone, Chan plopped himself across the rug like a starfish whining, “I don't smell bad! I never smell bad. The girls even complimented how I smelled earlier. I think out of all the member’s colognes, Joshua-hyung’s gets the most compliments.”
Minghao tapped his fingers on his book as he continued to read, slowly phasing Chan’s voice in hopes that he gives up and goes to his room.
As he was reading the last line in the chapter, the book in his hands suddenly was removed as he looked directly at the culprit.
Minghao raised his eyebrow at the younger who had picked himself up from the floor and decided to make home and sit on his lap, cradling Minghao between his legs. Chan cupped Minghao’s face, pouting.
“Were you even listening to me hyung?”
Minghao rolled his eyes, “No. I wasn’t. Happy?”
Chan stared at him intently. For a split second Minghao felt nervous from the close proximity until he took a deep breath and was reminded of Chan’s night out. He grabbed a decoration pillow nearby on the couch and swung it at Chan’s head.
Successfully, Chan whined and slid off his lap, moving to the other side of the couch away from Minghao before he could assault him with any more pillow hits to the face.
“You’re so mean! What did I do to deserve that!”
Minghao chuckled as he got up from the couch, “I told you, you smelled like shit. That doesn’t give you an excuse to crawl in my lap at all.”
“Whatever – maybe you’re getting too old that your sense of smell is - hey!”
Minghao threw another one of Jeonghan’s ridiculously hard textured decorative pillows at the younger man before he could finish his sentence. “You continue with that sentence and I’ll throw the remote at your face.”
Chan stuck his tongue out at him as Minghao walked to his room.
–
Minghao ate his sandwich as he listened to Mingyu and Chan talk in their hotel room. They had a whole free day in Los Angeles after their concert and Minghao spent it with Hansol and Jun exploring the outskirts of the city, towards the areas more focused on nature. Minghao went back to Mingyu’s hotel room to show him the photos he took but mistakenly forgot Chan was his roommate.
Chan was mindlessly scrolling on his phone as he was talking, “You don't get it, Mingyu-hyung – we just didn’t hit it off immediately so it was kinda awkward for the first thirty minutes of the date.”
“So what did you do for the other hour of the date if you think you didn’t ‘hit it off’ from the start?”
Chan looked up from his phone, recalling what previous events happened earlier that day. Mingyu made eye contact with Minghao. He was the only one in the group who Minghao had embarrassingly admitted being ‘jealous’ over the younger’s escapades with strangers. Mingyu called him possessive and Minghao threw a pillow at his face too during that time.
“Uh… we didn’t really do anything. We went to this nice restaurant Joshua-hyung recommended and she invited me over to her house but I said I had stuff to do.” There was a hesitation in Chan’s voice that made Minghao narrow his eyes at, knowing that the younger was hiding something.
Mingyu howled with laughter, “You’re telling me you had dinner with this pretty girl that you described as the one of your dreams and she invited you over to your house and you denied it? Lee Chan – do you know how rude it is to lie to your hyungs?”
“Shut up! She lives this far anyways so I don't know why I even went on a date with her in the first place anyways. I have another date when we land back in Seoul anyways.”
Minghao took another bite into his sandwich harshly, reminding himself that he knows Seventeen’s polyamorous negotiations between one another are built off of convenience and were not exclusive to them only. It was just off-putting to hear this information every now and then from Chan since Minghao knows that none of the other members mess around publicly with others like that.
During Chan’s ‘dry spells’ (or so he called it) he would almost exclusively only ever reside with Wonwoo or Hansol. Nobody ever said a word about it since it was none of their business, but hell, Minghao was curious why those two.
“Another date in Seoul? What’s the lucky girl’s profile look like now?” Mingyu chuckled.
Chan mumbled something into his pillow as he placed his phone down and they could see the top of his ears burning a bright red.
They looked at each other again, dumbfounded. Mingyu nudged him with his foot from the other bed, “What’d you say?”
“It’s with a guy.”
Minghao stopped chewing his sandwich and Mingyu let his foot fall from where it hung.
Chan quickly brought his head up back from the pillow from the silence, “What! Hey! Why did you guys go silent on me like that?”
Mingyu cleared his throat, “No, no, we’re just surprised because you’ve only been on dates with girls for this long.”
Chan hesitated. Minghao swallowed his food quickly and finally spoke, “Say it.”
He locked eyes with him, a deer caught in headlights.
Minghao narrowed his eyes, “You can’t make that face and not say what you were going to say.”
Beside him, Mingyu nudged him almost as a warning that this wasn’t his place to force Chan to say anything he didn’t want to. Minghao didn’t care.
Chan flushed a somehow deeper shade of red, “No, ah… I was just gonna say it’s not my first date with a guy. I just didn’t tell anyone whenever I did.”
Mingyu raised his eyebrow, “Why not? Were you afraid to tell us?”
“No! Of course not. I dunno, I guess it's just like I built this wall around me how I only really take things seriously with girls. It's weird, I know.”
“Ah, I didn’t mean it like that, sorry. It’s not weird, I get it.” Mingyu smiled at him, like the angel he is.
Minghao could only stare at Chan as he went back to scrolling on his phone, the conversation fizzling out of his hearing and filtering into something else he wasn’t paying attention to; only to ponder what the hell he had meant by that.
That ugly feeling in Minghao’s stomach he felt two weeks ago when Chan crawled in his lap smelling like another – multiple people, made itself known again and he didn’t know what to do with himself.
Minghao abruptly got up and excused himself for the night, ignoring Mingyu’s pointed expression and Chan’s surprised one, he headed back to his hotel room.
That night he dreamt of locks of blonde hair between his hands that belonged to him and him only.
–
Two days later, Minghao found himself reading a new novel in the same spot on the living room couch once again. This time with the addition of Junhui lazing across most of the couch and Wonwoo tapping at his controller playing his third run of Sekiro. It was their last free day until a while, and everyone spent it a little differently. Some liked to go out for once, or simply just decompress before the storm in their schedule hit.
Minghao furrowed his eyebrows at his book. He couldn't concentrate. Not after what he saw Chan wearing out to his date . Chan put on a light cardigan to cover up what he was wearing underneath but Minghao was the oh so unfortunate soul that stumbled across him as he was covering up. Minghao had raised an eyebrow at him and before he could speak; Chan had scrambled out the door rushing a goodbye.
He wonders why Chan was so embarrassed with the top he would always wear out whenever the group would go out together, a silky black and sheer button up that’s cropped near the hip area, allowing the smallest sliver of skin to be shown. It was on sale at a store overseas and quickly became the maknae’s favorite article of clothing, which it should because it looked great on his body.
Minghao flips his page a bit harder than usual; he didn’t even finish reading the paragraph dammit.
“You know nobody is forcing you to read that book, Myungho.” Wonwoo’s voice chimes.
He glares at the older, whose eyes are glued to the screen playing the video game. How did he even know?
Before he could speak, Junhui chimed in, “Is it about Channie?”
“It’s definitely about Chan-ah.”
Minghao glares at Mingyu; he forgot he offered to make late night snacks for them, and then redirected it towards Junhui who put his hands up in defense.
“How about this? Everyone mind their own business.”
“Yeah it's definitely about Channie.”
Junhui and Mingyu giggle to each other like the children that they are, Minghao closes his book and scoffs. He can't focus with two hyenas hovering and watching him.
“Are you worried for him? I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
If only Wonwoo knew what goes through Minghao’s brain when it comes to Chan. Minghao shook his head, refraining from verbally answering.
“ Xiao ba is jealous, Wonwoo.”
Wonwoo paused the game and turned to look at Junhui and then to Minghao, who was very obviously avoiding eye contact.
“I’m not jealous, Junhui.”
“Then why are you sulking?”
“I’m not – sulking !”
Mingyu could be heard cackling at the two foreign members going back and forth from the kitchen. Wonwoo shook his head.
“If you’re –”
“Do not say jealous.”
“Okay… If you’re this concerned for Chan, why wont you just talk to him?”
Minghao glared at Wonwoo like the other just stole his money. If only it was that easy.
Mingyu walked through the living room and placed the freshly baked cinnamon rolls on the table. “I dunno, Hao talked to me about this a while ago actually, Chan is kinda weird about it too I won't lie.”
Wonwoo hummed. Minghao grumbled and stabbed the sweet roll and took a bite of it.
“Are you wondering why he only sleeps with me and Hansol?”
Minghao choked.
“What the– why would I need to think about that?”
Wonwoo shrugged, “Thought you were curious. My bad for assuming.”
“Wait so there’s an actual reason why he only goes to you two whenever he doesn’t wanna be a playboy?”
Junhui raised his eyebrow inquisitively and placed another roll on his plate, thanking Mingyu again. Wonwoo nodded and went back to his game.
“Yeah I guess, but that’s his information to let out, not mine.”
Minghao groaned and laid back, allowing the couch to eat him whole. Junhui laughed, “ Xiao ba , have you ever just thought of aski–”
“If you finish that sentence I will throw this pillow at you as hard as I can.”
“I’m just saying! What’s the worst that can happen if you just ask him, it’ll save you the headache.”
Minghao chucked the pillow at Junhui, who unfortunately dodged it; hitting Mingyu straight in the face.
“What the hell! I did nothing!”
The other two started laughing as Minghao joined in, temporarily forgetting about his predicament.
–
A few hours went by and the other three had gone to bed after a few glasses of wine, which Minghao found out that he just needed a few to unwind, allowing him to read his book without the assaulting thoughts of the youngest.
He swirled his glass of wine in his right hand, book in the other. He honestly forgot what number glass this was but schedules for tomorrow didn’t start until early noon. Most of the members had gone to their rooms already for the night, save for one.
The creaking of the door slowly opened as Chan once again slipped through, wearing his black cardigan still. Minghao’s eyes narrowed. He never understood why he acted like he was sneaking in when it wasn’t a big deal that Chan went out often.
“Chan-ah.”
His eyes met Minghao’s, almost surprised that the elder called out to him.
“Myungho-hyung? Do you need anything?”
Nervousness seeped through Chan’s voice like a whistle. Minghao hummed. He didn’t like that. He doesn’t know if it’s the wine or the fact he’s fed up with tiptoeing around one of his members or maybe it's the combination of both. He pat next to the spot on the couch next to him, signaling for him to sit down.
Chan walked over and sat down, curious as to why today of all days Minghao acknowledging him.
Minghao swung his legs around, neatly settling on Chan’s lap, cradling him. Weeks ago, they had been in this position but reversed. Minghao smiled as he held Chan’s surprised face between his hands.
“Tell hyung about your date? Please?”
Chan’s hands twitched at his sides as if he was internally fighting with himself if he should put his hands on Minghao.
“Mmmm… Yeah, it wasn’t really much. We went out and had dinner at this famous aquarium place which was– ah.”
Minghao’s hands made it’s way to Chan’s blond locks and gently tugged his head, tilting him to the side. An assaulting scent made its way known to Minghao, mingling with Chan’s. He huffed. Somehow he hated this smell more. He wanted to get rid of it. It smelled like another man–someone he doesn’t know.
Minghao huffed, pressing their bodies closer. “And then?”
“We… We had dessert and then,” Chan paused, choosing to look anywhere but at the other on his lap, almost whispering the last part, “We went back to his place.”
Minghao blinked. He sat back a little to take in Chan’s condition. Right near his black button up collar sat an ugly, dark, and large hickey. The look on Minghao’s face must have been close to disgust because Chan seemed like he was ready to die on the spot.
“You let him do that to you?”
“It was an accident! I promise, it was my fault I didn’t tell him beforehand, we drank a bit and got carried away.”
Minghao felt like someone poured a bucket of water over him.
“Are you… Are you stupid Chan-ah? Do you know how dangerous this could have been? Getting carried away before you could tell him what you can and can't do?”
Fuck. They were idols . Chan was putting his entire career on the line sleeping with another man and letting him do whatever the fuck they wanted to him. Sleeping with women was one thing, but this country is not forgiving to idols that are gay, and they all knew this as a fact. It was a dangerous thing all around to be doing. Which is why most of them resided in one another for convenience sake.
Whatever buzzed bliss Minghao was feeling previously got washed down like a cold bucket of water, replaced with red-hot irrational anger that had been building for a while.
He pulled down Chan’s collar to see the entirety of it, and to his dismay it was too much like a man’s, the sheer size of it was obvious. They had to cover this up in the morning before the makeup artists got to it before rumors started spreading.
“I know hyung. It was stupid – please don't tell the members; it won't happen again.”
Minghao stared at him, still sitting in his lap. His last sentence could mean multiple things, things that Minghao hoped for or things that Minghao dreaded. But Chan sitting under him with those pleading eyes under the golden strands of hair makes him want to hope.
He snaked his hand behind the younger’s nape where his hair just started to grow longer, tugging it back.
“Chan-ah,”
“Whatever you’re going to say – hyung – yes, yes please.”
Minghao raised his eyebrow. He was going to continue scolding the other but this may be better. He tightened his grip.
“What do you think I was going to say?”
No response.
He pulled Chan’s hair harder.
“Did you think I was going to ask to kiss you?”
Chan stifled his response, biting down on his lip and looked anywhere that wasn’t Minghao’s eyes.
It felt like electric singing throughout Minghao’s blood; maybe it was the copious amount of wine he consumed or maybe not. All he knew in this moment was that having Chan beneath him like this and knowing nobody else had his hands on him, that it was perfect.
Minghao dove in and staked his claim on Chan’s lips as a whimper was swallowed down. The reminder that Chan had come from someone else’s house taunted his wine-addled brain, and he pulled back from the other, wiping the trail of spit that connected the two.
Chan looked fucking delicious.
Here he was, so pretty and obedient under Minghao’s legs, parting his lips for his hyung. And someone else out there decides to mark up Chan without talking about it first? Minghao growled. He felt like a livewire. He never felt like this with any of the other members – so why Chan? Why does he feel insane whenever Minghao can tell someone else has been with him?
Minghao reached behind him for his half filled glass of wine. He pressed up the rim of the cup to Chan’s lips, who eagerly accepted the liquid and continued drinking until Minghao finished the last three sips.
Minghao hummed in content seeing the flush of Chan’s body crawl up his chest and up his neck through the sheer button up.
This time though, Chan tugged Minghao’s shirt towards him and the two kissed wetly. Deeper, Minghao can taste the residue of the red wine in Chan’s mouth when it parted for Minghao to intrude.
God , was it addicting.
Minghao pulled their bodies closer together, his neck was getting stiff from the position but the slow grind on each other’s crotches occasionally was worth it. Minghao pulled back and smirked.
“Channie already got laid tonight and he still needs to get off?”
Chan pulled his hands back and groaned, hiding his face with arm while leaning back. He mumbled something. Minghao poked him.
“I can’t understand you while you’re mumbling, you know.”
Chan suddenly snaked his arms around Minghao and hoisted him up. Minghao had to hold himself back from letting out a yelp. Without saying anything, Chan made his way to his room and gently placed Minghao on his bed and locked the door behind him.
Minghao sighed in contentment into the bed, allowing it to swallow him whole. He slid his hand down and palmed himself through his shorts. He was a horny drunk – sue him. The reminder of how many cups of wine he drank danced in his mind as he realized he forgot Chan was standing at the foot of the bed, watching him like a hawk.
“Hyung, you’re going to kill me if you keep looking like that.”
Minghao flipped himself over so he was able to face him and smiled.
“So do something about it then.”
Chan moved over and crushed their lips together once again, the faint taste of wine lingering in both of their lips still. Minghao brought his legs up and hooked it around the others’ hips, aligning himself and groaning into the kiss.
Minghao felt like he was going to snap any second, things needed to escalate now. He pulled back from Chan and guided him to lay on the bed, reaching in the younger’s bedside drawer and finding a half-empty bottle of lube.
Chan seemed to reach for the bottle until Minghao pulled it back, pressing his hand to push him and lay back into the bed. Minghao laughed at the dumbfounded look on his face.
“Just watch me Chan-ah.”
Minghao shucked off his shorts and boxers, hissing at the cold air making contact. Why the hell was Chan’s room so cold? He crawled on top of Chan again, and poured the lube across his fingers. It shouldn’t be difficult to open himself up, he remembers the other night when Joshua couldn’t keep his hands to himself the whole day during their schedules and Minghao ended up as the target that night.
Once his fingers were nicely coated, he bit his shirt so it wouldn’t get dirty and looked directly at Chan and slowly inserted one finger from behind. Chan had shed his pants off earlier when Minghao grabbed lube so he saw the outline of his cock through his underwear. And fuck – he was big.
Minghao groaned through his teeth as he inserted another finger, jolting slightly as a pair of cold hands made its way around his exposed waist. Minghao spread his fingers inside of himself, ensuring that there was enough space for another. At that moment, Chan decided to trace up and gently tweak at one of Minghao’s nipples, momentarily causing him to moan loudly and clench up on his fingers.
Once Minghao knew he could take more he pulled out of himself and slapped Chan’s hands away from his chest, mouth letting go of his shirt to talk.
“Didn’t I say to watch, not touch?”
Minghao didn’t wait for a response, instead he pulled down Chan’s underwear and poured a fresh serving of lube onto his cock. Chan hissed from the cold, which soon turned into muffled groans of pleasure as Minghao spread the liquid evenly.
Minghao shuffled closer to Chan who was now propped up against the bed frame, and leaned closer, positioning Chan’s cock with his entrance. He closed his eyes and shuddered, fuck – he would only dream of times like this; and it was happening in front of his very own eyes. Minghao held himself in place and looked down at Chan, gaze transfixed on the other on top of him.
“Is this what you do with your dates you go on every week?” Minghao should probably stop; it was none of his business what Chan does on his dates, Mingyu would probably hit him if he found out he pulled this stunt, “Get them riled up, nice and wet for your big cock?”
At that moment, Minghao sunk down onto Chan, both of them moaning in unison. Minghao cracked open his eyes, adjusting to the size. He wasn’t done talking.
“Do your dates beg you to fuck them hard and fast and have you do all the work? Is that why you look so out of place right now? Never not been in charge during sex, Channie?” Minghao shifted his body closer to Chan, snaking his arms around the other’s neck for stability. Chan was so fucking big that every small movement had his dick press into his prostate.
Chan didn’t respond, his dick constantly twitching inside Minghao was the only response he’d gotten from all the dirty talk. A small pang of annoyance made itself known in Minghaos gut. The lack of response only made Minghao more desperate to see Chan crumble in his hands. Only something hopefully Minghao was able to do – nobody else.
“Everyone’s so desperate for your cock I wonder if any guy would even give you the chance to bottom.”
Minghao groaned out as he felt Chan’s hands wrap around each of his thighs and end at his ass, pulling it apart gently as if he was trying to fit all of himself in even more. The extra stretch and exposure caused Minghao to shudder and he could feel his precome drip and glide down his cock, dripping between the two.
“Tell me, Chan-ah, – fuck, is this how you fucked your date earlier? Just let him take it all after you treated him to a nice dinner? Knowing that you’ll be fucking him how he wants it?”
Chan roughly grinded upwards as Minghao sank down at the same time; Minghao could have sworn he saw stars. He realized Chan finally talked.
“We didn’t fuck, hyung. It was just a mutual handjob.”
Well. Okay.
Minghao paused despite everything, and stared at the other, eyes tracing downwards to the offending love bite, “What the hell do you mean you didn’t fuck? He basically almost ate you alive over there.”
Chan didn’t respond to him again. He only wordlessly wrapped his arms around Minghao, pulling him tight. The only leeway Minghao had access to was his grip around Chan’s neck. He looked down at Chan and the other leaned in until their mouths were on one another again, swapping spit.
Without preamble, Chan held tighter around Minghao’s waist around his lap and started ruthlessly drilling into him. With Chan’s size, Minghao could only helplessly moan into the other’s mouth as his pace was relentless. The grip he had on his waist wouldn’t dare let him pull back or away, Minghao felt like Chan’s personal fleshlight. He clenched down on Chan on the thought.
Minghao had to pull away from Chan’s mouth and rested his head on Chan’s shoulder, faced with the patch of bruised skin, a reminder of Chan’s date earlier. His voice cut through before Minghao could think a coherent thought.
“I don’t fuck every single date I go on, hyung.”
Chan slowed down his pace, to now slow, deep, thrusts that somehow felt like it was going to make Minghao lose his mind even moreso. He continued speaking.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you too,” Minghao froze. What the hell was Chan saying? “I could only think of you sprawled across the couch whenever I got home, how soft your skin was between my hands.”
Chan grinded into Minghao, holding him in place. Minghao had nowhere to hide from, the only option was to accept what was being given. He moaned loudly as his nails dug into the back of Chan’s back, he could vaguely hear the other hissing from the pain.
“And now I can’t believe I have you here just for myself.”
Blame it on the wine, blame it on Chan, Minghao pulled something stupid, but at the moment he couldn’t seem to care less.
Minghao licked a stripe up Chan’s neck across the already bruised skin and pressed his lips against it, grazing his teeth across the discolored skin.
They both groaned in unison. Fuck. It was so dirty to do but Minghao couldn’t help but twitch around Chan’s length, seemingly not having enough of him.
“Fuck, hyung, you’re going to fucking kill me.”
Chan shifted his weight and mercilessly started thrusting into Minghao, whose moans grew in volume the faster he went. Each thrust punched into him; feeling like it plunged deeper and deeper each time, and Minghao loved it.
Minghao leaned closer in the crook of Chan’s shoulder and neck, and couldn’t help but inhale the smell of sex on Chan. The smell of Chan himself, the smell of Minghao mingling with it.
Minghao swore. The scent shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did but after all those nights of Chan smelling sickly sweet, he finally had the scent of Minghao on him. The thought caused Minghao to hurdle into the deep end, suddenly causing his body to grow taut and come.
Minghao comes between the two of them, so close together that the only way to realize it was the wet sensation dripping between their bodies, his cock softening between them.
It isn’t a second after he realizes that Chan is still pounding him, his body teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. Minghao started pawing at Chan’s back, voice seemingly unable to work at the moment.
“Myungho-ya, you can give me one more right?”
Chan panted into the shell of Minghao’s ear, the hot sensation causing him to shiver. He nodded, he can, he can give Chan another one, but he doesn’t know if he can do it like –
Chan brought his hand on Minghao’s softening member, jerking him off as Chan’s cock continued to relentlessly pound into him.
Minghao screamed.
Release pathetically squirted between the two of them again, Minghao’s words long gone as his hole viciously twitched around Chan’s cock, stuttering as he started to pour his load into the older. Minghao trembled as he could feel Chan pump his load into him, the younger daringly slowly fuck in and out of his entrance.
Minghao opened his eyes (when did he close them?) and realized Chan had laid him down onto the bed facing upwards, greeted by a grinning Chan.
Minghao paused. He slowly came back from the dead and realized something was off. Why was he grinning at Minghao like that?
The realization dawned on him that Chan was still hard and inside of Minghao. What the hell.
“What the fuck. ”
Chan simply giggled in response.
On cue, Chan pulled out of Minghao and the other winced from how long he felt. That thing was inside of him? The slide was easy thankfully for the lube and cum slipping out.
Chan traced his fingers and seemingly attempted to shove the cum that escaped back into his hole. Minghao arched his back on the bed. He was so goddamn sensitive – especially with Chan playing with his body like this.
Chan looked at Minghao, pleading in advance with those puppy eyes Minghao is so susceptible to. After all these years, no words were needed. Minghao nodded and gave him the go ahead.
Chan grinned.
At that moment, Chan decided to shove back into Minghao, looser, but everything is so much more wet and sloppy with cum. Minghao pants into the air. It feels like Chan’s been using him after he’d been used and discarded like a sloppy second.
The thought makes Minghao moan louder, leaning into the bed with his head to the side and exposing his neck and opening his legs even wider. Chan looks down at him and huffs at the view.
“You’re so dirty hyung,” Chan brought his hand down on Minghao’s member, “Come two times already and you need more cum pumped into you?”
Minghao flinched from his touch, to no avail. What the hell was Chan’s problem? It feels as if the roles were reversed on him, but when did that happen? Before he could ponder anymore, a hand gripped the base of Minghao’s cock which was slowly hardening. He mewled – it was so soon after two orgasms, but Chan seemed dead set on making it happen again. It felt so fucking good.
Chan watched as he slowly thrust into him, his rim frothing with white coating his dick from his previous round. He bit his lip.
“I bet you were thinking how it could’a been someone else cumming into you first, now I’m using you as my sloppy second,”
Minghao groaned, and started to grip the sheets between his fingers. His cock gave a curious twitch between Chan’s fingers.
“So you thought about it?”
Chan let go of his dick and traced his fingers towards Minghao’s nipples, tweaking them.
“Did you think it was one of the other members? Coming inside of you and discarding you on that couch for me to find you, needing another load pumped into you?”
Minghao involuntarily clenched down on Chan’s dick. Where the fuck was he bringing this up from? He tiredly tried to push his hand on Chan’s mouth so he would shut the fuck up, but the other easily moved it away and placed it above Minghao’s head.
The position was embarrassing.
They were facing towards each other now, Chan caging Minghao in while he drilled into him and Minghao no longer having anything to grab onto other than the hand holding his two down. Chan continued to tweak at his nipple, enjoying the twitch of Minghao’s hole around him at every grab of his tits.
“You’re so dirty Myungho-yah, who were you thinking about? Would it be Jun-hyung?”
“Soonyoung-hyung?”
“Ah, Mingyu-hyung ?”
Minghao groaned, the pain of overstimulation disappearing and fading into pure pleasure. The assault of Chan’s cock dragging through and in his walls and him talking started to cause him to chase the feeling of release once again.
Minghao found his voice again, despite the incessant pounding happening.
“Can you not fucking talk about – ah , Mingyu-ah when you’re literally inside of me.”
Chan just giggled in reply.
Minghao furrowed his eyebrows, why the hell was Chan not getting tired? Minghao paused.
He recalls during practice and rehearsals; Chan is never tired out of the thirteen of them, always wants to keep practicing until midnight. And the fortunate situation he realized that Chan’s stamina also applied to sex. Fuck.
Minghao’s thoughts trailed back to practice. He thought of Chan taking him in front of all the mirrors, on display for anyone and everyone to take and use Minghao too.
He groaned. He couldn’t think straight anymore, all he could think was about Chan, and only Chan.
Chan cooed at Minghao going fucked stupid under him. He slowly stopped his pace into Minghao and leaned forward and kissed the other; all while staying inside Minghao and pressing directly on his prostate.
Minghao could only moan through the kiss, his body twitching and involuntarily trying to back away from Chan’s pressure; only for him to be able to not move an inch.
Chan’s lips travelled across Minghao’s neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin; not breaking the skin but just enough pressure for Minghao to bite his lips to stifle a moan.
On queue, Chan finally presses somehow deeper into him, releasing the rest of his spend into Minghao who can’t help but shiver from the stimulation and sighs from the feeling of being filled once more.
Minghao, dazed, closes his eyes for what he thought was a few seconds but once he opened them Chan had already cleaned both of them up, tucked beneath Chan’s chin and pressed against his chest.
Minghao dreams of blonde hair, fingers intertwined, and warmth.
–
“What the fuck ?”
Minghao groggily opens his eyes to two of his annoying members staring beside him. He turns over to what, and realizes they were staring at the insane discolored patch of skin placed on Chan from his previous date.
This does not look good for Minghao.
“Myungho you basically ate him alive!” Junhui yells, a decibel too loud for this hour.
“Our poor maknae, we’re sorry we left you with this vicious beast.” Minghao rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at Mingyu’s annoying face.
Minghao doesn’t attempt to correct them – it’s annoying but he could care less, it's Chan’s information to speak about, not his.
Chan groaned and ducked under the covers, definitely not in the mood to deal with Mingyu’s and Jun’s antics at this hour and snaked his arms around Minghao’s torso, hugging him; contrasting the cold breeze of the air conditioning that was left on.
Mingyu rolled his eyes and grabbed Junhui while leaving the room, reminding them that they had a schedule at noon and breakfast was up.
Minghao combs his hands through Chan’s bleached blonde hair, content with the welcomed silence and warmth of Chan’s body next to his.
As the first rays of the morning sun begin to peek over the horizon, a soft glow spreads across the room. The warm light slowly creeps over the edges of the curtains, covering Chan’s face in a soft golden hue.
Minghao smiles, content.