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It starts with something small.
Some little signs after the concert, that a less keen eye than Mingyu’s would have probably missed.
Wonwoo being a little more silent at dinner, watching the others like he’s listening to their conversation, the distracted smile and the glazed eyes betraying his mind being elsewhere. And then after dinner, as they walk down the hotel’s corridors, Wonwoo staying close to him even as he talks with Jun. Their hands bumping for a moment, then Wonwoo curling his own around Mingyu’s elbow. Brushing the naked skin, sliding over it. Wonwoo doesn’t even seem to notice as he listens to Jun, like his body moved on instinct. It lasts a few seconds, enough for lighting up a little fire inside Mingyu. For making him look twice at Wonwoo and find him still out of it.
He gets like this, sometimes. A little floaty. Could be tiredness, could be something else.
And so, when Wonwoo announces he’s going to sleep, Mingyu is left staring at his retreating back, thinking.
Someone is talking to him and he notices only when they pat his arm to get his attention.
“I said we’re going to drink something, are you coming?”
Mingyu blinks at Chan’s face for a moment, slowly registering his words. The answer comes up to his lips without the need to think about it.
“Uhm, I… I’ll join you in a bit?”
Someone boos as he walks away, so Mingyu shouts from over his shoulder, “I better not find you all asleep!” just to remember everyone they’re going to drink until it’s time to get ready for departure.
The low “It’s open,” when he knocks at the door of Wonwoo’s room doesn’t surprise him. What surprises him, however, is finding Wonwoo in the middle of packing. The luggage is open at his feet, sneakers inside a plastic bag and a few t-shirts haphazardly folded on top.
“Oh, Mingyu,” Wonwoo greets him, surprised as if he wasn’t expecting him.
“Hey,” Mingyu replies, walking inside the room. Wonwoo is currently trying to fold a hoodie while holding it mid-air, and it’s clear the result isn’t going to be good. “Everything’s okay?” Mingyu asks right after because, at a first glance, there’s nothing out of the ordinary about Wonwoo. There’s nothing of that previous daze, if not for the distracted way he’s folding his clothes.
Could Mingyu have imagined everything? Was it all just a byproduct of Mingyu’s imagination, his wishful thinking?
Any doubt gets swiped away when what was a simple smile turns into something smug, pleased. When Mingyu takes a step forward and Wonwoo launches the hoodie somewhere on the floor without even looking where it lands.
“I thought you’d be drinking with the guys,” Wonwoo says. He’s not moving, making Mingyu take all the necessary steps to get close.
“Later,” Mingyu grins as he finally circles Wonwoo’s waist with his hands and, oh, here it is. Wonwoo’s little sight, his body relaxing. “How could I when you were all…”
He gets distracted when Wonwoo’s arms suddenly wrap around his neck, their bodies nearly touching.
“All what?” Wonwoo whispers, and there’s nothing Mingyu can do, other than capture his lips and kiss him.
Predictably, it's heated from the start. Wonwoo instantly melts in his arms and parts his lips with the sigh of a man who has finally gotten what he's been craving for a long time. It always makes Mingyu feel unmeasurably proud of himself, when Wonwoo gets like this, all sweet and clingy, his hands scrambling trying to grasp onto Mingyu’s short hair to get him to deepen the kiss.
It comes natural to scoop Wonwoo up in his arms and sit down on the small gray couch by the window. As natural as it is to growl into Wonwoo’s mouth when Mingyu feels him settling onto his lap, legs well spread, viciously caging Mingyu beneath himself. And it might be a little embarrassing, how worked up Mingyu is after just some kissing, but how could it be otherwise, when Wonwoo himself looks so debauched already when he pulls back from the kiss.
Mingyu doesn’t get the chance to do anything about it though, because Wonwoo’s hands are quickly slipping underneath his t-shirt, pulling it up until Mingyu raises both arms to allow him to remove it.
The moment he’s left bare-chested, Wonwoo’s onto him again, hands caressing his chest all over.
“You worked out before dinner?” Wonwoo rasps while roaming his eyes over Mingyu’s body.
“A little bit,” Mingyu manages to answer, and another little flame of pride gets litten up when Wonwoo’s hand curls around the taut muscle of his pec and he muffles a moan against Mingyu’s neck.
“I thought you wouldn’t come, thinking I really went to sleep,” Wonwoo mumbles on the heated skin.
Mingyu throws his head back and grins at the ceiling. “When has that ever stopped me?” He gasps when Wonwoo pinches a nipple before going back to fondle him. “Besides, you were making that face, hyung.”
Wonwoo pulls back enough to meet his eyes. “A face like what?”
“Like you were begging me for it.”
That pulls another moan out of Wonwoo and he’s kissing Mingyu again, hot tongue down his throat and hips making these tiny motions, thrusting into air but never touching Mingyu, like he’s holding back for some reason. Determined to change that, Mingyu slips his hands below the hem of Wonwoo’s pants, pulling them down to the middle of his thighs along with his underwear. Cupping Wonwoo’s ass, Mingyu brings him closer until their crotches touch.
With a desperate little sound, Wonwoo grinds his hips down and starts working himself up on Mingyu’s growing bulge. He’s fully hard, of course, since who knows for how long he’s been riling himself up inside his head, and Mingyu’s abs tense up when the wet head of Wonwoo’s cock bumps against them.
Wonwoo slows down his hips then, and teasingly drags his ass against Mingyu’s erection.
“You made it sound like you came here just to help me,” he says, grinning a little dazedly. “But I guess I wasn’t the only one thinking about it.”
He rolls his hips harder just to prove his point, and Mingyu can’t really say he’s wrong. He guides Wonwoo’s hips so that his clothed cock can slide between Wonwoo’s asscheeks. So that he can really feel how hard Mingyu got for him.
“I’m always thinking about it,” Mingyu admits, thrusting up just to see Wonwoo’s lashes fluttering. “I’m always thinking about you.”
Wonwoo captures his lips again with a low whine, and Mingyu relaxes against the back of the couch, swallowing all the little sounds escaping from Wonwoo’s mouth. He lets Wonwoo work himself up against his cock, dragging his ass over the length in continuous up-and-down motions, and only focuses on kissing Wonwoo back and lightly caressing his sides. Even like that, it doesn’t take long for Wonwoo to start shaking on his lap, his cock an angry red even if completely untouched.
Ignoring Wonwoo’s little frustrated noises, Mingyu tightens the hold on his waist to stop his motions. Wonwoo bites at his lower lip in retaliation, and Mingyu ignores the sting of arousal, too.
“Want to come like this?” he asks even while perfectly knowing the answer. “We’re pretty tired, after all.”
Wonwoo bites him again, hips jerking against his hold in search of some friction. When he pulls back, however, there’s nothing Mingyu can do to prevent his own breath from catching at the sight of those hooded eyes and flushed face. That knowing little grin.
“Are you saying you’re too tired for it?”
And when has that ever been the case?
Mingyu only allows Wonwoo to take advantage of his laxer grip to roll his hips down once, before getting up and throwing him on the bed. The way Wonwoo bounces on top of the mattress and chuckles is way cuter than it should, but Mingyu doesn’t let that distract him and goes for the bedside table to look for lube.
“Under the pillow,” Wonwoo provides while ungracefully sneaking out of his clothes.
“So you really were waiting for it,” Mingyu mumbles, half aroused and half exasperated, but then he looks down at the sight in front of him and has to inhale deeply to steady himself. Wonwoo’s expecting face as he widens his legs to accommodate him better, milky skin all spread out on top of milkier sheets.
Wonwoo’s eyes are trained to Mingyu’s hands as he opens the bottle of lube and drizzles a generous amount on his fingers. He whimpers while watching Mingyu rubbing his fingers together to warm the liquid up, and arches his back. Asking for it.
With a grin, Mingyu uses his dry hand to knead at Wonwoo’s thigh while he teasingly traces around his entrance with the other one. Wonwoo’s hips kick forward, but then stop just with some pressure of Mingyu’s hand on his hip. The fact that he only needs that to make Wonwoo do what he wants, no strength, no words, sends a spark up Mingyu’s spine.
There’s really no need for Mingyu to take his time, not with the amount of lube he’s using, and not with how Wonwoo moans when the first finger slides inside in one swift push, down to the knuckle. While moving his finger in and out in slow, dragging motions, Mingyu dips down to pepper Wonwoo’s inner thighs with kisses, enjoying the way his legs tremble. By the time he fits a second finger, Mingyu is mouthing at the skin all around Wonwoo’s entrance, sucking small kisses near the base of his cock, and Wonwoo’s whole body seizes up.
“God, Mingyu…” he pants, and Mingyu would love to see the face he’s making, but he has some more urgent business to take care of. He moves his mouth lower to lick at Wonwoo’s rim before sucking on it once, twice, relishing in the loud moan he receives in return, in the hand sliding between his hair.
Pressing a little kiss over the abused skin, Mingyu widens his fingers, stretching Wonwoo further, and dips his tongue in the empty space between them. Wonwoo doubles over with a scream and Mingyu moans at his hair being pulled, but he doesn’t stop fucking him with his tongue.
“Mingyu. Mingyu. You’re gonna make me come,” Wonwoo pants, his body contradicting his warning as he pushes Mingyu’s head against him and plants his feet on the mattress to fuck himself on Mingyu’s tongue and fingers. He whines loudly when Mingyu keeps his tongue straight and rigid and adds a third finger.
“God, please, please. Don’t-” The words keep spilling from Wonwoo’s mouth like he can’t stop himself, showing how desperate he’s gotten.
And as much as Mingyu would love for Wonwoo to come apart on his mouth, cock still not having been touched once, he stops and straightens up. He came here to fulfill Wonwoo’s wishes, after all.
Wonwoo is looking up at him with eyes all teary, flushed chest heaving and cock so hard it looks painful. He’s quick to move though, surely quicker than he’d be in normal circumstances, when Mingyu asks him to get on all fours.
Drinking up the sight, Mingyu teases both Wonwoo and himself by dragging the head of his cock over Wonwoo’s entrance, catching at the fluttering opening. It’s a test of restraint to stop, because Mingyu is pretty sure he could come just from this, at this point.
“Where are the condoms?” he asks, only mildly surprised at how raspy his voice sounds.
Wonwoo glances back at him and shakes his head. “No condom.”
Mingyu ignores the swoop in his stomach. “But hyung…”
“There’s no work tomorrow, I’ll clean up before the flight. Come on.”
He pushes his hips back against Mingyu’s cock and, again, Mingyu forces himself to stay still. Even if they have no work, they still have an early flight and cleaning up is going to be a bitch. He tries to protest, mouth opening in another “but…” and then staying open in a silent moan when Wonwoo reaches back to grab his cock. He pumps it slowly, guiding it forward until the tip is resting against his entrance.
“Come on, Mingyu-yah.” He circles his hips, pulling another moan out of Mingyu. “Want to feel you. Need it so badly.”
And who is the desperate one, really.
Every little coherence Mingyu had left disappears the moment he lines himself up and pushes into Wonwoo with one smooth motion. Mingyu chokes on air as the familiar warmth welcomes him, and he pulls back a little only to slam forward once again, Wonwoo’s head falling on his crossed arms resting on the pillow.
This is crazy. Wonwoo is already shaking, and Mingyu has to stay still and squeeze his eyes shut to calm down.
“Didn’t even need more lube,” he grits out in realization. “You were so ready to take me already.”
Wonwoo whines in assent. “‘m always ready for you,” he mumbles, and that’s a testament on how far gone he is, to say such incriminating stuff so early into the act.
“Please, move,” Wonwoo whispers, and Mingyu gives an experimental thrust. Then, another, and soon he’s thrusting into Wonwoo with a fast, steady pace, because nothing has ever felt as good as Wonwoo does and Mingyu isn’t sure how long he can last tonight. Also, because that’s precisely how Wonwoo seems to want it.
As the room fills with moans and the sound of slapping skin, Mingyu pushes Wonwoo’s legs more open with his knee and presses a hand on the back of his neck, pushing his head into the mattress and making his back arch prettily. Even more than feeling it, Mingyu hears how much deeper he can reach with this angle, because Wonwoo screams against the pillow at his spot being found.
After that, Mingyu shows no qualms in relentlessly fuck into it, each movement of his hips sharp and fast. And there are no proper words to describe how Wonwoo sounds, a song made of moans and sobs, incoherent babbling punctuated by the call of Mingyu’s name, begging.
Mingyu leans down to nip at Wonwoo’s neck and stays there, chest pressed flush against his back. The angle is a bit more awkward now, but Wonwoo seems to enjoy it nevertheless.
One hand wrapped tightly around Wonwoo’s waist, Mingyu uses the other to grab at Wonwoo’s hair and turn his head, all the air leaving his lungs at the sight. Finally getting a proper look at his face, Wonwoo looks devastatingly, beautifully fucked out, glazed eyes and bitten red lips and teary face.
“Fuck, Wonwoo…”
Mingyu kisses a tear away, then his lips. They burn, swollen like Wonwoo has been gnawing at them.
“You okay?” Mingyu asks, the concern contrasting with his merciless thrusts.
Wonwoo’s lips quirk up the slightest bit, his gaze softens. “Feels so good,” he whispers before moaning, “Please. I’m so close.”
Finally, Mingyu reaches down to Wonwoo’s cock, finding it painfully hard and spilling copious amounts of precome on the sheets. He swallows Wonwoo’s desperate sounds and closes his fist around him, tugging at his length in time with his movements, curling his hand around the head on each movement. Wonwoo is a mess beneath him, moving his hips in fast, staccato thrusts, all broken moans and choked words.
All Mingyu needs to do is pump him a little more, drag his palm against the head of his cock and press down on the slit, for Wonwoo to start shaking uncontrollably.
“Come whenever, hyung,” Mingyu whispers on his lips and Wonwoo keens loudly, freezing for a moment and then arching his back as he spills all over Mingyu’s fingers, body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
Mingyu keeps moving inside him through his release, although more slowly. He nuzzles at Wonwoo’s temple, kisses his cheek, murmurs how good he is, how gorgeous he looks, until he feels him going lax in his arms, finally relaxed.
That’s when Mingyu stops his movements, or at least he tries to, because as soon as he slows down Wonwoo whines and pushes his hips back with an urgency that sends a spark head to toe through Mingyu.
“Keep going,” Wonwoo murmurs, tipping his ass up. “Fill me up.”
And maybe it’s the sheer abandon with which Wonwoo says it, maybe it’s that Mingyu can’t have enough of him, ever, but all it takes is Wonwoo clenching around his cock and whispering his name to send Mingyu over the edge, mouth pressed against Wonwoo’s ear as the other makes soft noises of appreciation.
After a few moments, Mingyu gets one more whimper from Wonwoo when he gently pulls out, moving back to stare down at his spent body, now properly, completely boneless. With a giggle only partially ruined by how breathless he is, Mingyu maneuvers them so that they’re lying down on their sides, facing each other.
Wonwoo is quick to snuggle against him, already dozing off. He has this satisfied smile, like a cat who just tricked his human to feed him twice, and Mingyu is completely helpless, shaking his head as a fondly exasperated smile appears on his features.
“All good?”
Wonwoo hums contentedly, pressing his face in the crook of Mingyu’s neck. He whines when Mingyu tries to reach back to at least scoop out most of his release.
“Come on, let me clean you up.” Mingyu tries to protest, but Wonwoo shakes his head and proceeds saying something terrible.
“I’ll do it later. I want to feel you a little longer.”
Mingyu inhales sharply, a pitiful sound coming up from the back of his throat. He didn’t think he had the strength for a second round, but maybe…
Wonwoo must be able to read minds, because soon his body is shaking with a silent laughter and he’s squinting one eye open. His gaze is nothing but mischievous.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
Caught red handed, Mingyu huffs and pouts, even more so because he knows Wonwoo’s right. With much difficulty and after one last kiss, he breaks free from the embrace.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” he asks, just in case. But it’s a rhetorical question, because Wonwoo has already drifted off to sleep.
Alarms start going off in Mingyu’s drunk head when someone says Wonwoo’s room is the next in line to visit. And Mingyu tries to direct them elsewhere, to buy some time so to get to his room first, he really does. But it’s useless, and he even manages to diss Wonwoo in the process.
But that’s fine. Wonwoo will understand when he watches the episode (and will laugh at Mingyu for a few weeks, probably).
He follows the filming crew and his members down the corridor, trying to remember in which state he left the room. If he put the lube back under the pillow. If the bedsheets were too obviously soiled. One thing he’s sure of, and it’s that Wonwoo is currently completely naked in that bed.
There’s not much Mingyu can do, however, other than rushing to the head of the line and frantically whispering to Seungkwan and Chan, who are already at the door, “Wonwoo-hyung removes his clothes for sleeping,” hoping it didn’t get caught by the mics.
In retrospect, Mingyu could have simply said that to everyone, so that they’d enter the room after making sure Wonwoo was presentable enough. But alas, Mingyu is panicking.
It has some usefulness, at least, because it’s Chan the first one to get inside, and Mingyu, through all the chaos and the sound of his heart thumping inside his ears, can hear him tell Wonwoo to cover his body.
Despite the panic, when Mingyu finally enters the room his heart clenches in finding Wonwoo all tucked up under the blanket, ruffled air and confused face. Mingyu takes the spot right at the foot of the bed, arms crossed on his chest and well decided not to move.
Wonwoo’s shoulders can be seen when he sits up. The point of his collarbones, the smooth skin of his chest, and Mingyu clenches his jaw. It’s not simply about the amount of bare skin (which is still way more than what Wonwoo has shown to the public in a hot minute), but the intimacy of the setting. This is not a photoshoot, even with cameras filming. This is Wonwoo in his bed, still soft from sleep, and something hot lodges in Mingyu’s guts, a mix of want and jealousy at all the people who are seeing (and are going to see) Wonwoo like this.
But then… Then Wonwoo, finally with his glasses on, imperceptibly winces when he sits straight to greet the PD, looking around the room right after. And there must be something on Mingyu’s face, because Wonwoo’s eyes linger on him a little longer, the corners of his mouth curling up a little bit.
And Mingyu realizes one thing.
There are cameras filming Wonwoo, people looking at him, petting his hair and helping him stay covered. But what’s probably trickling out of Wonwoo right now, down onto the mattress, it’s Mingyu’s cum. The reason he looks so dazed and his hair is so messy is that Mingyu had him pinned against this very mattress until a few hours ago, fucking him so hard he cried.
How many will imagine that? And, more than that, how many could say the same?
Mingyu swallows, jealousy quickly being replaced by unrestrained want. Someone brushes the small of his back, perhaps in sympathy, perhaps as a warning, but Mingyu barely feels them.
His head feels full of cotton, no thought inside it other than the need to slip under that blanket and fuck Wonwoo for the rest of the day. However, who knows when they’re going to have a moment alone at this point, and isn’t that terrible.
Mingyu is so out of it that, when Wonwoo starts putting on the clothes the guys are throwing on the bed, he blurts out, “Is that my t-shirt?” before he can connect his brain to his tongue. It came natural, seeing the black t-shirt he couldn’t find earlier - which forced him to a quick, bare-chested walk of shame to grab another one from his room before joining the others.
And not even Seungkwan’s laser eyes can deter the way something tugs at Mingyu’s guts when he catches the satisfied smile appearing on Wonwoo’s face as he puts on the piece of clothing.
Even through the chaos of walking through the hotel’s corridors with so many loud people and waking up the other members, Mingyu can’t stop secretly glancing at Wonwoo from time to time. He’s definitely sleepy and still a little confused, half of his mind floating somewhere and hair a true mess.
Still full of Mingyu’s cum and now wearing his clothes, too.
His shoulders are wider than Mingyu’s (only a little!) and yet for some reason that t-shirt looks enormous on him and it’s nothing if not maddening.
After the quickest shower of his life, Mingyu is rushing to the meeting point both feeling excited about the trip and mentally preparing himself for what it’s probably going to be one of the most sexually frustrating weeks ever, when he feels a hand on the small of his back.
“Are you okay?” Wonwoo’s soft, deep voice asks him.
Not being, in fact, okay, Mingyu huffs. “I should be asking you that,” he says with concern, instead. “You must feel uncomfortable.”
Wonwoo only hums, and the stare he gives Mingyu does nothing but ignite the fire even more.
“We have a long flight ahead. I’ll just clean up in the plane toilet,” he says as if it’s normal, while Mingyu chokes at the idea.
To make things worse, Wonwoo gives Mingyu’s hand a quick squeeze, then walks ahead and says, voice much louder than it should be, “You’re welcome to come and help me, if you want to.” And he leaves Mingyu like that, gaping at his back and at his messy bedhead. Mingyu vaguely hears him cackling in the distance.
Yes, it’s definitely going to be the most sexually frustrating week of Mingyu’s life.