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For such a big guy, Minhyung was oddly cute.
Tall and confident, it was easy to overlook those small details. He was undoubtedly hard to miss, with everyone's eyes following him, as if he had been silently demanding for everyone's attention. Charisma ran deep within him, and he knew how to put on a show, how to keep all of the attention on him.
Geonwoo had only known the showman he always met during matches. The strong, confident ADC. He had seen the clips, the trash talks, the teasing and overconfidence.
And yet.
Behind doors, in the quietness of their dorms, Geonwoo had learnt that Minhyung had a rather cute and gentle side to him.
It had been difficult for Geonwoo to get used to have Gumayusi of all people in his team. He had never entertained the thought of the two of them ever being in the same team. Minhyung was a fully T1-blooded kid, through and through. And yet, here he was.
Geonwoo had noticed many things since his arrival, and it had been the beginning of his downfall.
He liked soft, cute things. Geonwoo had watched him walk around the dorms in soft shirts with his dog plastered all over it. He had seen some of the selfies and even screenshots of past streams where Minhyung would be clad in bear-patterned pijamas. And it had not been a show for his fans—he genuinely enjoyed wearing them. More than once, he had walked out of his room wearing them.
Minhyung was also a hopeless romantic—often listening to songs full of yearning, of love. He'd often hum or sing them while he played or relaxed, and it had become a familiar comforting sound for Geonwoo as the weeks passed.
Geonwoo would often find himself watching Minhyung unconsciously, eyes following him around as he drank in the sight of him doing the most mundane things. It felt surreal, because all he knew was Gumayusi—dominant, confident, surrounded by the brightest lights and the roaring of the crowd. Seeing someone he had seen lift 3 world cups sitting on Camp One's cafeteria truly felt surreal.
He had been quite interested in him in the past, of course. Geonwoo couldn't deny it—he had heard his friends talk about him, and Minhyung's name would always be in everyone's mouth. He couldn't avoid him even if he tried.
Geonwoo was unaware of how far his interest had grown until Minhyung had suddenly walked into his life. He'd be conflicted, restless, as his thoughts kept circling back to his new teammate. He wanted to unravel him piece by piece, to know the hidden corners of his soul—the light and the darkness, the truths no one else knew. The fixation had struck him deep without a warning, sharp and overwhelming, lingering like a shadow he couldn't shake.
He found himself noticing the smallest details about Minhyung, and each discovery felt like something precious. Minhyung seemed to bloom under the attention, drawn in by Geonwoo's clear desire to be close. At first, he had felt guilty, as he felt his intentions weren't completely innocent—what he wanted went far beyond what a normal friendship was. And yet, he couldn't stop himself from taking every chance possible to close the distance between them.
Every new piece of Minhyung he discovered only fueled his desire. Minhyung was wonderful, even better than he had thought. And as time passed, it only made him realize how deep his feelings were. He noticed everything—how Minhyung's hands moved when he spoke, the way his eyes softened when he listened, the way he smiled, the way he laughed.
However, the habit that stood out the most to Geonwoo was Minhyung's habit of playing with his mouth.
Even in the middle of practice, Geonwoo's gaze would drift sideways, catching Minhyung with his index finger resting against his lips. It always started off looking cute, but then Minhyung would pull at them, his bottom lip sticking out, tongue showing just enough to make Geonwoo's body twitch, throat drying out. His hands would twitch on in his lap as he struggled to keep his thoughts in check.
Sometimes it'd be worse.
Minhyung would go further, biting his index finger or sucking on the tip of it it without thinking.
Geonwoo would watch almost obsessively whenever Minhyung applied lip balm, thoughts spiraling, as he imagined what it would be like to touch those lips himself. His mind would betray him, and he'd picture Minhyung on his knees, looking up at him with his hands wrapped around Geonwoo's hand. His pretty mouth taking two of his fingers deep inside, tongue lapping around them.
The depravity of his thoughts and the guilt would make him snap out of it a few seconds later. Mortified, Geonwoo would mutter a stupid excused as he scrambled out of the room, unable to share the same space with Minhyung any longer without looking like an idiot.
Since then, Geonwoo struggled to act normally around Minhyung.
More than once, he'd find himself under the team's scrutiny—Minhyung's included—when it was clear he wasn't focused enough during scrims to contribute, or even during their workout sessions.
At night it was worse, as his mind would be plagued with Minhyung's little habit.
His hand would slip beneath the waistband of his boxers, fingers brushing against the throbbing heat of his cock, already slick with pre-cum. He could perfectly picture Minhyung's lips sliding up and down the length of his shaft with practiced ease. Unconsciously, Geonwoo would tighten the grip around his cock, as he imagined the wet heat of Minhyung's mouth around him, feeling almost real in the cloudy haze of his desire.
He'd imagine Minhyung's elegant, long fingers wrapped prettily around him.
Geonwoo gripped the sheets with his free hand, growing desperate. In his fantasy, he'd watch the way Minhyung's cheekbones would hollow with each suck, how he'd look up and smirk at him as he scraped his teeth lightly against his cock. The phantom feeling of it making Geonwoo's hips twitch—the mix of pain and pleasure making him whine deep in his throat.
He'd lose himself fully in the fantasy, with Minhyung's hands roaming over his thighs. His nails would dig in sharply into the tender skin, leaving visible marks, while his tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock, tasting the salt of his arousal with a lovely moan that echoed in Geonwoo's ears.
The last threads of his composure would snap as he drowned in the pleasure and the depravity of his fantasy, body growing tense as he fell over the edge.
Geonwoo's cock throbbed in his grip, pulsing with each spurt of cum that spilled over his fingers, the sticky warmth coating his fingers. The fantasy would go on just a bit longer, as he'd watch the way Minhyung's lips would remain wrapped around him. He'd swallowing every drop with a satisfied hum, meeting Geonwoo's eyes intensely until Geonwoo snapped out of it, falling back into reality.
The guilt and shame left him breathless—with a knot so heavy in his throat that had him frozen, forcing him to bask in the overwhelming feelings blooming in his chest.
Caught up in his shame, he found himself thinking of Minhyung, of his smile and his voice, and realized just how truly hopeless he was.
-
Things only got worse when Minhyung and Jinhyuk-hyung officially moved in with them at the dorms.
HLE had been generous, upgrading their cramped rooms into larger spaces, and Geonwoo was content enough taking over Wangho-hyung's old room. He had expected to share the dorm with Wooje or Hwanjoong, but the day he stepped out and saw Minhyung arriving with suitcases—and even a few pieces of furniture—he realized they'd be living together.
Seeing Minhyung's face first thing after he woke up felt almost too good to be true.
They had slipped into a simple routine together—lounging in the kitchen, blinking the sleepiness of the night away as the smell of coffee surrounded them warmly. They'd stand with cups in their hands, side by side, with the sunrise spilling through the windows, as they talked softly to each other about everything and nothing.
Geonwoo couldn't shake the feeling that he was dreaming. With the season not yet started, they had the luxury of time, and each day gave him another chance to know Minhyung better.
In the late afternoons, Minhyung liked to stretch out on the couch, soaking up the late afternoon's sunlight as he read. Wrapped in a blanket with his legs hanging off the side, he reminded Geonwoo of a house cat. He had looked so effortlessly sweet that Geonwoo eventually started sitting nearby, shy and hesitant at first, but Minhyung was nothing but welcoming.
He had started sitting on the other end of the couch, his heart racing as he waited for Minhyung's reaction. The smile Minhyung gave him made it all worth it. Minhyung had even begun to read to him softly when Geonwoo asked, often falling into small rants about what the book was about and what he thought of it. It only made Geonwoo's heart swell with affection, feeling hopelessly fond as he watched Minhyung speak.
And it had become their own thing, sitting together in the afternoon after lunch.
Their legs would tangle easily, with a comforting ease that felt more intimate than either of them would like to admit. Minhyung would be lost in a book, while Geonwoo would be focused on his phone—the quiet between them felt warm and comforting, both happy to enjoy each other's company without the need to fill the silence.
Minhyung also liked to snack, just as much as he did.
They'd often take small trips to the nearest convenience store, chattering as they brought home a variety of snacks that wouldn't last as much as they expected. They'd eat together often—in the kitchen, in the living room, even in their rooms. Geonwoo would often find himself sitting on Minhyung's bed, asking him questions about the little knick and knacks around his room. Minhyung would be happy to talk as he ate, excitedly sharing small bits of himself to Geonwoo, and Geonwoo would be happy to soak it all to remember for later.
It had become the norm for them—doing everything together. Time seemed to blur when he spent it with Minhyung.
The domestic aspect of it filled his chest with fluttering hope and excitement, because he really liked Minhyung, and it seemed Minhyung really liked him too.
At first, he was truly ecstatic.
Why wouldn't he? He truly wished to grow closer with Minhyung. And things were flowing incredibly well between them. The privacy opened more doors, gave them more opportunities to hang out.
And yet.
Minhyung didn't make it any easy for him.
Geonwoo wasn't sure how to properly behave once Minhyung truly grew comfortable in his new home.
It had begun with Minhyung prancing around the dorm in a towel after a shower.
The first time it happened, Geonwoo had been waiting for him to get ready, as they were supposed to meet the rest of the team for dinner later that evening. Sitting comfortably in the living room, he had not expected Minhyung to show up unannounced, towel hanging low on his hips as he asked him about something.
He still doesn't remember what it was.
He could, however, describe vividly the way Minhyung's skin looked—flushed prettily from the heat of the shower, with droplets of water running down slowly from his broad shoulders down to his chest. Geonwoo had watched him, flustered and red-faced, drinking in the sight of the silky skin of Minhyung's chest. He had muttered an excuse, unable to form a coherent response to then watch mournfully as Minhyung went to his room to get dressed.
The image haunted him for days, plaguing his thoughts. Geonwoo would often feel his hands twitch with the sudden need to touch Minhyung's silky looking skin, to leave his mark on it. The training was truly paying off, and Minhyung's arms looked more defined, his back broader. He still carried a bit of a cute belly, and all Geonwoo wanted was to get him on his back and kiss every inch of him.
It also didn't help that Minhyung kept up his little habit. Maybe even more often than usual.
Geonwoo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the dim glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the crowded living room. The team had met up one last time before Christmas to eat dinner, and after, they had decided to watch a movie together in the comfort of the dorms. Since their dorm had more space, it had become a random movie night in their living room.
The air was thick with the mingled scents of candy and spicy chips, but all he could focus on was Minhyung's mouth. Geonwoo's face burned, with a flush creeping down his neck, pulse quickening at the memory of how Minhyung had devoured the popsicle moments earlier—the soft, wet sounds of his tongue lapping at the cold, melting treat, the way his cheeks hollowed with each suck.
It was innocent enough in the context of their team gathering, sprawled out on the couch and the fluffy rug underneath them, but to Geonwoo, it felt like a deliberate tease—almost as if Minhyung knew the effect he had on him and was doing everything in his power to use it against him.
Minhyung caught his gaze, flashing that cat‑like smile Geonwoo grew to love so much. Geonwoo's body reacted instantly, a sharp tingle running through him. The heat in his core was unbearable. He couldn't take it anymore. Muttering something about the spicy food, he bolted for his room, desperate to cover himself and hide the obvious bulge straining against his sweatpants.
Later that night, after making sure everyone had left, Geonwoo found himself desperately rutting against his mattress. Biting his lips, he fucked his fist desperately, panting against his pillow. He felt like an animal—desperate, uncontrolled, guided by the desperate coiling desire that ran through him. He imagined Minhyung's pretty lips around his cock, sucking him off eagerly.
He wanted to pull his hair, to force him to take him deeper until Minhyung's handsome face would become a mess of spit and cum. Even in the morning, he'd be haunted by the memories, with the primal need to put his hands on Minhyung and finally get him on his knees for him.
Geonwoo felt weak, with guilt pressing down on his chest as he struggled to steady his breath—terrified at the thought that Minhyung might know just how much he wanted him.
He was terrified of ruining what they had built together. Minhyung had become a constant in his days, someone he couldn't imagine being without. The thought of losing that closeness, of watching Minhyung pull away, was unbearable.
With his face pressed into the pillow, he swallowed the rising anxiety and willed himself to sleep, desperate to block out the noise in his head.
-
With only a few days left of their vacations, their little alone time was coming to an end.
Hwangjoon had been a little shit, calling it a 'honeymoon'. Minhyung laughed, the light from the TV dancing in his eyes, making him look unfairly beautiful. They had been playing Mario Party with the rest of the team. Even separated, they had decided to jump online to play together. It had become almost part of their routine—to connect and spend time together, and Minhyung seemed to love every second of it.
''It does feel like a honeymoon, doesn't it?'' Minhyung had said, winking at him as he focused back on the game.
Geonwoo had laughed along, feeling as if his heart would burst out of his chest. He wasn't an idiot—he knew that Hwangjoon knew, and Hwangjoon made every effort possible to tease him about it. Geonwoo wasn't sure if he loved him or hated him for it, as Minhyung seemed comfortable and too happy to go along with the jokes that had begun to run between the team.
Their closeness was a running joke among the team, something everyone began to point out lately. Geonwoo had been nervous at first, but Minhyung seemed to enjoy playing along. And Geonwoo had to admit he liked it too, even if it hurt to realize that Minhyung thought it was all just fun while Geonwoo's feelings for him were anything but.
It was their last night in the dorms before leaving. Minhyung's older brother would be picking him up later, and Geonwoo was desperate to soak in his presence, to hold onto the final hours they had before reality pulled them apart.
Not long after, the gaming session wrapped up. Geonwoo had busied himself, collecting the controllers and putting things back in place. He was half-lost in thought about dinner when Minhyung broke the silence.
''Does it bother you?''
''Huh?''
''What they say, I mean. About us''
Geonwoo froze, one of the controllers slipping from his fingers, falling onto the rug. He turned around and met Minhyung's eyes.
He had been laying onto the rug, with long legs casually crossed and with his hands resting behind his head. He looked so relaxed, so unbothered, when all Geonwoo could feel was that familiar ball of anxiety growing in his belly.
''I... No, why? Does it bother you?'' Geonwoo asked quickly, abandoning the controllers as he faced Minhyung fully. His bot laner just stretched lazily, shaking his head nonchalantly.
''It doesn't. I was just wondering...'' Minhyung bit his lips and Geonwoo immediately focused on the movement, feeling his breath hitch as he saw the way Minhyung's bottom lip gave in at the pressure.
He had not noticed Minhyung had fallen silent until a second later, when he met his eyes. It made his spine crawl with a sudden bit of anxiety—feeling as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't.
Minhyung was looking at him intensely, his pretty dark eyes assessing him quietly.
''You keep doing that, Geonwoo-ah''
''What?''
''Staring at my lips'' Minhyung whispered, licking his lips in a gesture that to anyone else, would've seemed nervous but Geonwoo knew better than that. Minhyung had done it on purpose.
The question made him freeze, heart beating quick in his chest as he stared at Minhyung in wonder.
''Does it bother you?'' Geonwoo asked after a few seconds, feeling suddenly bold. There was a growing tension between them and it made his hands twitch nervously. The dorms felt too big, too empty.
Minhyung grinned.
''That's not fair''
''Is it not?'' Geonwoo asked quickly, feeling his face grow warm. The boldness seemed to disappear with every second that Minhyung took to answer.
''It's not...'' Minhyung replied, sitting up as he crawled towards him and sat in front of him. Too close. Geonwoo could smell his perfume, feel the warmth of his body. It distracted him, made him feel as if he had butterflies dancing around in his belly. ''It doesn't''
''What?''
''It doesn't bother me, Geonwoo-ah'' Minhyung whispered, leaning closer to him. ''What does it mean, though?''
Geonwoo couldn't help but laugh at the question, at the audacity. He knew, didn't he? The real question was: How long had he known? Had Geonwoo been that obvious? It made his body crawl with shame and excitement.
''You know what it means, Minhyungie''
Minhyung's smile only grew bigger as he chuckled deeply, the tone of his voice deep and rich, making Geonwoo's body crawl with need.
''Do I? Maybe I don't know-''
Geonwoo couldn't take it any longer.
Looking up, he met Minhyung's eyes again as he leaned forward. There was barely any distance remaining between them—he could feel the way Minhyung's breath hitched, the way his body tensed with clear excitement as he waited. Geonwoo's fingers traced the curve of Minhyung's jaw, feeling the subtle pulse of his heartbeat quicken beneath his touch, running his thumb over his lower lip before he finally broke the distance between them and kissed him.
His lips were soft, carrying the faint sweetness of the candy he had eaten earlier. Minhyung leaned into Geonwoo's hands happily, content to enjoy the gentle kiss. The kiss stretched on, slow and unhurried, each second pulling Geonwoo further under. Minhyung's lips parted slightly, inviting, and Geonwoo followed, savoring the warmth and closeness that felt too perfect to let go.
The kiss deepened easily, Geonwoo's tongue sliding against Minhyung's without hesitation, hungry to taste more of him. It felt unreal to finally have him this close, to feel his body pressed against his, the softness of his skin under his fingers. Minhyung's quiet, pretty sounds only made Geonwoo's desire grow stronger as he gave in, lying back, their bodies aligning perfectly, as Minhyung settled onto his lap.
Time blurred as they kissed, savoring each sound and breath, their bodies pressed close as the heat between them grew. Geonwoo couldn't help himself as he roamed his hands over Minhyung's body, from the curve of his shoulders down to his hips, fingers skirting along the top of his thighs, digging his nails slightly into the thick fabric of his sweatpants.
''Minhyungie'' Geonwoo whispered, licking his lips as he tried to focus. He needed to say it. He needed to finally let it out. ''I like you, Minhyungie''
Minhyung laughed, looking unfairly pretty above him. His cheeks were warm, his eyes dark and filled with need as he looked down at Geonwoo.
''I like you too'' Minhyung whispered back to him, watching with fondness as Geonwoo smiled back, unable to control his excitement.
It was everything he had wanted to hear. His heart beat wildly in his chest, quick, like the fluttering wings of a hummingbird. He couldn't help it, laughing, stunned with happiness as he placed a hand on the back of Minhyung's neck and pulled him down to kiss him again.
''Say it again, please'' Geonwoo rasped out against Minhyung's mouth. Minhyung's breath came in ragged gasps against Geonwoo's lips, his weight pressing down with a delicious pressure that made Geonwoo's cock twitch in anticipation, straining against the fabric of his sweatpants.
“I like you too,” Minhyung repeated, airy and pretty, his laugh breaking into a soft moan that made goosebumps bloom on Geonwoo's arms, as his hands gripped Minhyung's thighs, then his backside. He dug his fingers in the soft flesh, massaging the firm muscle as he felt Minhyung shake on top of him, hips twitching against his, creating a delicious friction between their crotches that had both of them groaning.
''Fuck, that feels good'' Minhyung panted out, throwing his head back as he grounded his hips harder against Geonwoo's. The friction between them slowly increased, their hardening cocks pressing together through the thin fabric of their sweatpants. Geonwoo could feel the throb of Minhyung's arousal mirroring his own, the rigid length of his cock sliding against his in a sensual, slow rhythm that gradually grew with every thrust of their hips.
Minhyung seemed to grow desperate, his pretty mouth open as his dark eyes focused on the connection between their bodies. He shifted his weight to grind down harder, the head of his cock nudging against Geonwoo's, the feeling of the sudden sharp pleasure overloading Geonwoo's senses.
Geonwoo couldn't help it as he leaned in to kiss along Minhyung's jaw, enjoying the salty taste of his skin blooming on his tongue. He could feel his resolve growing weaker with each grind between their bodies, the slick slide of fabric growing damp with pre-cum making him grow desperate, hungrier.
And Minhyung wasn't faring any better, his body trembling, face flushed as his hands moved over Geonwoo's shoulders and chest. He traced the length of his torso, scratching lightly with the clear intent to leave a mark. Geonwoo's pale skin yielded quickly, red lines blooming under his touch.
The pleasure built steadily, but before Geonwoo could move further, Minhyung let out a small sound and stopped. Geonwoo froze, confusion flickering as he watched Minhyung shift, rising to kneel between his legs before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his navel.
''Minhyungie-''
''You weren't subtle at all, you know?'' Minhyung muttered, amused as he watched Geonwoo's face. ''I even heard you once... in your room. The walls are very thin. You have a thing for my mouth, don't you?''
Geonwoo felt the shame silence him. He couldn't deny it, could he? He had been too obvious, it seemed.
''It was very cute... you got so red every time I did this'' Minhyung laid down between his legs, getting comfortable to then press his index finger against his bottom lip, biting the tip of it with a grin.
It was horrifying to know that Minhyung had noticed more than Geonwoo expected, and he sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat as he nodded.
''I just… I like it, a lot'' Geonwoo admitted, his face burning. ''You kept doing it and I couldn't-” The words faltered, embarrassment choking him. He laughed nervously, covering his face with one hand. ''God, I feel like a pervert'' Geonwoo muttered, unable to meet Minhyung's eyes.
Minhyung, who looked hauntingly pretty between his legs, grinned. He looked exactly how Geonwoo had imagined countless times in the privacy of his room. It felt unreal, like a dream come to life. And it made Geonwoo's pulse quickened as he understood Minhyung's intent.
''Maybe I am a bit of a pervert too'' Minhyung laughed as he ran his hands over the top of Geonwoo's thighs, enjoying the little twitch of Geonwoo's hips as his fingers danced nearby the bulge between his legs. ''I knew you liked it, and I kept doing it...'' Minhyung leaned forward, nosing the inside of Geonwoo's thigh, breathing deeply against the skin, enjoying the little tortured moan that abandoned Geonwoo's hips.
''Minhyungie-''
''I imagined it too... having you like this. You look very pretty, Geonwoo-ah'' Minhyung mouthed over the bulge of his cock, sucking a spot on the already damp fabric, moaning at the taste. ''I've been wanting to get on my knees for you for a while...''
The confession made Geonwoo moan, hips twitching almost violently as he sat up, leaning back onto his elbows as he watched. Minhyung slowly pushed down his sweatpants and boxers until his cock sprang free, thick and long, slapping against his abdomen obscenely. Geonwoo could only watch, entranced, trembling as he felt the warmth of Minhyung's breath against his sensitive skin.
''Fuck-''
Minhyung echoed his moan as he licked a fat strip from the base to the tip, savouring the manly, salty taste of his skin. Geonwoo held back, nails digging into the plush carpet under him as he watched Minhyung press a soft, teasing kiss to the swollen head of his cock, the warmth of his mouth sending a jolt through Geonwoo's body that made his thighs tremble uncontrollably.
He could only moan, voice breaking as his breath hitched, eyes following every movement of Minhyung's tongue. Minhyung looked up, meeting his gaze, tracing lazy circles around the sensitive tip, savoring the bead of pre-cum that glistened at the crown.
Geonwoo's fingers clenched tighter into the carpet, the plush fibers biting into his palms as he fought the urge to thrust upward. "God, Minhyungie-" he gasped desperately, voice rough and breathless, as he watched his cock disappear between Minhyung's pretty pink lips. The wet heat of his mouth enveloped him slowly, teasingly, driving him to the brink of insanity.
He was a bit of a tease, lips stretched tightly around the thickness of Geonwoo's length. He sucked gently, cheeks hollowing as he enjoyed the silky feeling of Geonwoo's cock on his tongue. He sucked on the tip, moving his head slowly as his hand gripped the base, massaging it in rhythm with the bobbing of his head.
The wet heat of Minhyung's mouth enveloped him deliciously—Minhyung's tongue swirling around the base of his shaft before retreating to tease the sensitive underside, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure racing up Geonwoo's spine.
As Geonwoo's hands finally released their grip on the plush carpet, he reached out with a trembling hand to tangle in Minhyung's dark hair. Possessiveness surged inside him, softened by the warmth he felt, his fingers threading through the silky strands as if they could keep him anchored; keeping him from losing himself entirely to the pleasure.
Minhyung responded with a low, appreciative moan as his scalp tingled; the vibration rippling deliciously through Geonwoo's length, and making his hips buck involuntarily, driving him deeper into that welcoming heat.
It was clear that Minhyung was as desperate as he felt, as he increased the rhythm. He took more of Geonwoo's cock deep in his mouth, nose brushing slightly against the dark hair nestled near the base of his cock. Geonwoo could watch as Minhyung seemed to find his own pleasure, hips moving as he rubbed himself against the plush carpet underneath him—the friction not enough to make him reach his climax, but more of a tease that had him whining, desperate for more.
''Minhyungie, wait-'' Geonwoo pleaded, hips buckling involuntarily as he threw his head back. The heat, the pleasure, the sounds—everything was slowly overwhelming him, pushing him near the edge. Minhyung's tongue felt heavenly against the tip of his cock, teasing the slit, sucking on it before diving to take him back into his mouth, head bobbing rhythmically. ''Shit, Minhyungie-'' Geonwoo rasped out, voice breaking as he tried to speak. ''Baby, I'm going to come-''
It only seemed to fuel Minhyung further, eyes closed as he took him deeper, throat constricting deliciously around his cock. The sensation made Geonwoo's toes curl, his free hand pulling on the strands of the carpet, a desperate, whiny moan ripped out of his mouth as he tightened the grip on Minhyung's hair.
''Shit, I'm going to come-'' Geonwoo tried to warn him again, but Minhyung didn't stop. ''Minhyungie, shit... do you want me to-'' His hips twitched, thighs trembling almost violently on the sides of Minhyung's head. ''God, do you want me to come inside your mouth?''
Minhyung's eyes fluttered open at Geonwoo's question, heavy with lust and a hint of playful defiance, as if the answer was obvious with the way his lips stretched around him. He hummed around Geonwoo's throbbing cock, the sound sending shockwaves of pleasure through his core.
His fingers dug deep into Geonwoo's thighs, mean and sharp, nails leaving marks onto the pale skin, urging him on. His own hips kept moving, grinding harder against the carpet in a futile chase for his own relief.
Geonwoo couldn't hold back any longer; his body succumbing to the waves of pleasure crashing over him as he fell over the edge. Arching his back, his fingers twisted painfully in Minhyung's silky hair, unconsciously pulling onto the strands. He came with a guttural cry, hot pulses of his seed spilling into Minhyung's willing throat, each spasm drawing out a fresh wave of ecstasy that left him trembling and gasping for air. Minhyung swallowed greedily, his own moans muffled around Geonwoo's length, the taste of him a heavy on his tongue, fueling his desperation.
Minhyung tortured him for a minute longer, ignoring Geonwoo's whiny pleas for mercy as he swallowed around him. His face was flushed, eyes wet with unshed tears as he sucked him clean. Geonwoo couldn't take it any longer, hands trembling as he pulled him off of his cock with a rather obscene pop that echoed through the living room. Minhyung whined, voice rough as Geonwoo manhandled him onto his knees, pulling Minhyung into a messy kiss.
He could taste himself on Minhyung's lips; the bitter, salty taste of his cum spread around Minhyung's tongue. Geonwoo couldn't stop, ignoring the pleads of his body to rest, to stop for a moment. He pushed Minhyung onto his back, watching with dark eyes as Minhyung pulled down his sweatpants desperately, freeing his weeping cock. He was a wet, slick mess and Geonwoo didn't wait a second longer as he took him into his hand, spitting onto his cock as he began to jerk him off quickly.
''Oh, fuck-'' Minhyung whined, voice high and lovely as he bucked his hips. His hair stuck to his forehead, pink lips parted as he moaned. He was a desperate, pretty thing needy for release. He watched as Geonwoo's hand enveloped his cock, the grip tightening just enough to tease the edge of pain, making him grunt in surprise.
Geonwoo leaned in closer, his free hand roaming up Minhyung's torso, sneaking under his shirt to pinch a hardened nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from Minhyung's lips. He watched as Minhyung's eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him.
The air between them crackled with tension, the wet, slick sounds echoing through the living room. Geonwoo's hand moved with a quick-paced rhythm; his fingers sliding up and down Minhyung's slick shaft, unrelenting and firm. And Minhyung was a pretty mess, blinking away the tears pooling at the corner of his eyes as he looked up to meet Geonwoo's dark eyes. His cock throbbed harder in Geonwoo's grip, veins pulsing against his palm, and a low, primal whine escaped his lips as the pleasure mounted, coiling tighter in his belly until it threatened to break him apart.
It didn't take long before Minhyung succumbed to the pleasure. Geonwoo leaned down to kiss him, mouthing his jaw and neck a second after. His breath was hot against Minhyung's neck as he panted. ''I've got you, baby. Come on…'' His hand pumped him faster, teasing the glistening head with the pad of his thumb, drawing another tortured moan from Minhyung's lips before he finally came.
The pleasure overtook Minhyung quickly—and Geonwoo watched with deep satisfaction as Minhyung's body succumbed to the pleasure, his release covering his fingers with hot ropes of cum. Minhyung's thighs shook, body arching prettily as he slammed his fist against the plushy carpet, moaning brokenly Geonwoo's name as the last vestiges of his climax overwhelmed him.
He gave him a second, allowing Minhyung's body to begin to relax before he pulled him into his arms, embracing him tightly as both laid onto the carpet. The living room was filled with their ragged breathing, and the smell of sex and sweat was heavy in the air, but none of it mattered as Geonwoo held Minhyung tighter against him, almost as if afraid to let him go.
Slowly, their bodies cooled slowly as time passed. They relaxed under each other's touch, sharing sweet comforting touches. Both were a mess, sweat and cum drying on their skin, leaving behind a rather uncomfortable feeling. Geonwoo could feel the tiredness deep in his bones, and Minhyung didn't seem to fare any better, eyes heavy with sleep as he watched him.
''I feel disgusting'' Minhyung muttered, voice rough as he smiled at Geonwoo's expression. His fingers traced Geonwoo's jaw, thumb caressing his bottom lip lovingly.
The silence stretched between them, comfortable and warm. Geonwoo couldn't help himself, feeling his chest tighten as he watched Minhyung closely.
''Can you say it again?'' Geonwoo muttered after a moment, kissing the pad of Minhyung's thumb. It felt silly, but he needed to hear those words again. And Minhyung understood quickly, amused, as a pretty smile blossomed on his face.
''I like you, Geonwoo-ah''
Geonwoo could only grin, satisfaction spreading warmly in his chest. He hugged Minhying tightly, burying his face in his hair, breathing in his perfume deeply.
They were aware they couldn't remain laying on that carpet any longer—Minhyung's brother would arrive soon, and the mess around them needed to be cleaned up before he arrived. Geonwoo almost felt guilty as he noticed the mess on the carpet, but Minhyung's satisfied expression erased it quickly.
Both rose unsteadily, beginning to straighten themselves out as they headed for the bathroom. They didn't have much time left, and since Minhyung would be leaving, Geonwoo offered to clean up the living room while Minhyung readied himself. Minhyung had been grateful, pressing a soft, loving kiss to his lips before disappearing into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Cleaning up the living room didn't take as long as he had expected. The air was still heavy with the proof of their doings, so Geonwoo opened up the windows and sighed in relief as he felt the cold air of the winter night cool his heated skin.
Minhyung showed up a few minutes later, face flushed from the shower, dressed up in a thick windbreaker and carrying that ridiculously adorable white backpack of his. Geonwoo could only smile like an idiot the moment he saw him, and it was as if an invisible thread pulled them together as both walked up to each other.
''My brother is here'' Minhyung made a face, raising one of his hands to brush aside Geonwoo's bangs. ''I wish I could stay...''
''I have to go soon too'' Geonwoo lamented, eyeing his abandoned phone on the couch. He was sure he had a couple of missed calls and texts. ''We can maybe play something later...?''
Geonwoo couldn't help but cringe at his awkward suggestion, watching with a twinge of satisfaction as Minhyung chuckled at him, nodding.
''Yes, let's do that''
Both stared at each other for a second longer, before Geonwoo leaned down to kiss Minhyung shyly. It felt ridiculous, to be so careful and timid after everything they had done. Minhyung seemed to think so as he moved to deepen the kiss momentarily, tongue tracing the outline of Geonwoo's lower lip before biting it softly, moving away after a moment.
''Don't do that'' Geonwoo whined unconsciously, trying to cage Minhyung against the nearest wall to continue, but Minhyung quickly escaped from him, laughing. ''Hey, come back here-''
''My brother is waiting for me'' Minhyung reminded him, walking towards the door. ''We can do more than that soon'' He winked at him and Geonwoo flushed, trapping him between his arms in a tight hug, already missing him desperately. Both shared one last kiss before they separated.
He watched as Minhyung walked to the door, phone in hand as he sent a quick reply before turning to him for a second, smiling.
''Geonwoo-ah?'' Minhyung called his name gently, opening the door to then wink at him. ''I like you a lot''
Geonwoo couldn't help but snort, smiling brightly, unable to contain the happiness overwhelming him at that moment.
''I like you too, Minhyungie''