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They were kissing in the bed. Their mouths opened as the tongue traced the contour of the lips, seeking permission to explore freely and deliberately.

Mingi's arms were around Yunho in a heated hug, his hands exploring Yunho's back and neck as the movements of their lips against each other made him yearn for more. Mingi sighed, grabbing a handful of Yunho's hair and leaving a kiss against his cheek, and then his jaw, going down and down, until he reached the sensitive skin of his neck.

Mingi loved to kiss him there, especially when it caused such beautiful reactions from his boyfriend. Yunho gasped, moving his head so that Mingi would get greater access to that sensitive area. Yunho's hands firmly grabbed the bed, while he tried to avoid a moan. Mingi smiled.

"Let them go." and ran his tongue through the skin, at the same time that his hands wandered under his shirt, gently touching and scratching his belly, making Yunho finally whine.

And automatically speak:

"We should stop."

Mingi moved away almost automatically. The sight of the other's red and swollen fleshy lips didn't help Yunho at all with what he was feeling. Snorting, Yunho ran his hand through his own hair, and crawled on the bed until he was sitting with his back leaning against the headboard.

"I need to tell you something," he said.

They had been dating for almost five months. Never having gone more than just hot and intense make out sessions. They just weren't in a hurry. They just had time.

Neither of them would ever imagine that they would get this far.

It was raining the day they met, and Mingi was late. That didn't stop him from passing by the college canteen, though. With the soaked umbrella hanging on one of the arms and the heavy backpack full of painting materials on the back.

He should have noticed the boy standing next to the canteen door, he should have seen him there, with the puppy eyes that fell from the moving truck and nothing but a small cross-body bag on his shoulders.

But Mingi didn't see him, and thank god for that.

The moment Mingi entered the door, he felt the backpack pull him back. He cursed, giving a tug. He just didn't expect a body to collide with his, almost knocking him to the ground.

The boy had pale skin, and a look of amazement. He held Mingi by the waist and when he balanced him again in his own legs, he promptly let go of him, terrified.

Mingi had never seen him, but he could tell he was hypnotized.

"I'm sorry to be so clumsy!" He said.

"I'm the one who bumped into you." said Mingi, but the boy kept apologizing.

It took Mingi to grab both of his arms and look deep into his puppy eyes, not resisting the smile. The boy was... simply adorable! And Mingi knew only by his look and the way he moved, and the way he just keeping apologizing, that he was a freshman. Probably too scared with the first day, maybe having already dealt with cruel enough veterans to make him rethink his choices of having ended up there to study.

Mingi's smile seemed to work, and the freshman smiled minimally back.

"Are you new?" Mingi asked, and the other just nodded. "What do you study?"

"Art history"

"Oh, me too! You can sit with me, if you want. I can give you all the hot gossip from our teachers!" Although he had just made a proposal, Mingi was already leading the boy to his usual table.

He was aware of the fame he had on campus for adopting introverts. That's how San and Yeosang joined the group. And there was Wooyoung. That on a scale of extroverted (where Mingi was) and very extroverted (where Jongho was), there was always a higher category. A pedestal where the declared enemy of silence, shyness and calm prostrated himself erect, imposing and proud. This was the place Jung Wooyoung occupied.

"Mingki!" Proving the theory, Wooyoung shouted in the middle of the cafeteria. Mingi settled on the freshman's arm and went there bluntly. "We asked you to bring an umbrella and you came back with a sweetie? How generous of you."

Mingi saw the face of the freshman next to him blush like a pepper.

"I didn't bring any umbrellas for you! You need to learn to be prevented." Mingi complained, giving Wooyoung's head a pat as he looked for his seat. He indicated a vacant chair for the freshman, and then pointed at him. "And this is..." smiling. Mingi realized that he hadn't asked his name yet.

"I'm Jeong Yunho." replied the boy, and Mingi was sure that his own eyes shone in reaction to the boy's sweet and calm voice.

Yunho.

"And are you from here in Seoul?" Wooyoung asked. Mingi, noticing the sudden tone of interest in the other's voice, wanted to growl in his direction. Hey! Mingi communicated with his gaze. I saw him first. To which Wooyoung just smiled with his tongue between his teeth.

Yunho didn't notice any of that, however. And he replied:

"I'm from Kwangju!" He replied, everyone at the table nodded, understanding. Except maybe Hongjoong and Seonghwa, who were leaning over the sketchbook, too absorbed in their own work (and in each other) to pay attention to anything else.

It was the turn of the funny Choi Jongho to speak, and then:

"Well, welcome to Seoul! All the support you need can count on us." and Mingi threw a paper straw in his face, receiving a loud laugh.

At that time, everyone at the table, except perhaps Yunho himself, had already realized what was happening. Mingi was too obvious for his own good, and he couldn't stop casting furtive glances and smiling at Yunho whenever he had the chance.

One by one, all the boys asked Yunho everything they wanted to know. How he had stoped in that place (not in an offensive way), what were the expectations for the college and what he thought of the campus until then. And Yunho answered them politely, showing himself more relaxed in the fourth or fifth question of the conversation. Relaxed in the chair, drinking a sip or another of the box juice that Yeosang had put in front of him. He seemed oblivious to Wooyoung's invasive questions about whether there was someone on campus who had caught his attention, his gaze covertly falling on Mingi after asking the question. Yunho was calm and polite while explaining that he had literally just arrived.

"I came straight to the canteen. The anxiety didn't let me eat anything." Yunho replied, then. "Are you all from art history like Mingki and I?" It was up to Mingi that Yunho, not having heard a formal presentation from Mingi yet, would call him by the name that everyone there called him. It was as if Mingi's stomach gave a pirouette.

Jongho, not at all discreet, poked Mingi.

"Ew, no." Seonghwa, who until then had remained silent but very attentive to the surrounding matter, spoke. Mingi made a face at him and rolled his eyes. "I'm from the performing art."

"Audiovisual production." replied Hongjoong, taking advantage of the cue.

"Visual arts." San and Wooyoung answered in unison.

"I do architecture." said Jongho, oblivious but aware of Yunho's surprised expression.

"And what are you doing here?" Yunho asked, just curious. But the whole table burst into laughter. It was really curious that Jongho chose to walk with them studying on another campus, but at that time no one would imagine him anywhere else but there.

Although they would never tell him that and feed his ego.

Getting up abruptly, Jongho leaned over the table and left a kiss on Yeosang's forehead, who was very busy sticking the straw in his juice box, and almost got scared. Jongho said:

"I love this one. That's why I can stand all these others." and still leaning over the table, he pouted until he got what he wanted. Yeosang left a little kiss on his lips and smiled.

Yeosang's attention turned directly to Yunho, then.

"Oh, I'm also from art history." he said, and Yunho was happy for that.

"Cool." replied Yunho, and sought Mingi's gaze imperceptibly again. Everyone at the table, - perhaps except Mingi himself who was very busy trying to disguise the how attracted he felt to Yunho - noticed almost automatically. Wooyoung smiled provocatively at both of them all the time, finding it curious how they looked at each other and avoided eye contact at the same time. Oh, how Wooyoung would tease Mingi with that!

And it didn't take long to happen, tho. While the boys said goodbye beforehand and separated to go to their classrooms, Wooyoung pulled Mingi from the corner. Mingi took the opportunity to punch Wooyoung on the shoulder.

"Stop flirting with him!" He spoke softly, although he had heard Yunho say that he would need to go to the bathroom quickly before class.

"Me? Darling, he's already yours!" Wooyoung said. With wide eyes, Mingi covered Wooyoung's mouth in time to see Yunho returning from the bathroom with the biggest smile on his face, the transverse bag well attached against his shoulder. He looked at Yeosang and then at Mingi, and smiled.

"Can we go?" Yunho said, and Yeosang pulled Yunho to talk quickly. While they were going in front, Mingi hit Wooyoung once again.

"And stop provoking. You can make him uncomfortable," he said.

"You're into him." Wooyoung said.

"We just met him." Mingi countered. Wooyoung threw his head back as if he was going to laugh.

"And you're into him! And I think he might be into you too, amazingly enough." Wooyoung took a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"You're being ridiculo-"

"Mingki! Aren't you coming?" Yunho shouted in the hallway. Mingi softened, his shoulders fell and a crying expression took over his face. This time Wooyoung laughed for real.

"I'm going!" Mingi shouted back, at the same time that Wooyoung grumbled a little sullenly:

"I think you'll have a boyfriend this year."

And it turns out that Wooyoung wasn't wrong.

What unfolded between Mingi and Yunho after that was natural, almost predictable. It had been a few months since Yunho had been officially incorporated into their group but all the boys had already noticed. Wooyoung made jokes all the time, and tried to encourage them to be alone together.

It was a game night in which everyone decided to leave at the same time, leaving only Mingi, Yunho and Yeosang (who, because he shared the apartment with Mingi, could do nothing but go to his own room), in the living room. It was a trip to the movies where mysteriously everyone except Mingi and Yunho had stomach problems. It was them making jokes, literally all the time. All to make Mingi and Yunho take action, or feel safe to let it happen naturally. All these little things, in addition to irritating Mingi a little, also gave him encouragement.

So on a sunny day - when almost all the boys were in private appointments, or with their respective boyfriends - Mingi called Yunho to go out.

"Where are the others?" Yunho asked almost automatically. Mingi's heart tightened.

"It's just me today." he replied, worried. But Yunho smiled broadly.

"Great. So what are we doing?" Yunho asked excitedly when he noticed the paint sprays and brushes scattered on the floor.

It wasn't ideal for a real first date but Mingi wanted a differential. And Yunho, as well as Mingi, loved to paint.

"The dean of the university allowed me to have this wall space to make a mural. It was painted recently." Mingi pointed to the blank wall, and then to the paints on the floor. "Do you want to help me?"

"Are you serious, Min?" Yunho questioned, and Mingi almost wanted to cry. It was something he had been doing for a while. Calling him Min. Only he did it. "That's perfect! What are your ideas?"

"Come here." Mingi called, showing on his iPad the drafts he had made. Yunho observed carefully, getting closer to see better. Their eyes crossed, Mingi couldn't help but glance at the other's mouth. The pink lip, the soft appearance. Mingi was sure that Yunho would be sweet.

He took a deep breath. This was something that both had been doing for a while. Getting lost in looks. Staring. Longing. Yunho's breathing became heavy, and he moved away from Mingi enough to look at the mural.

"Do you give me the freedom to try it?" Yunho asked.

Mingi sighed.

"It's all yours." The wall. The paints. Me, fuck. I'm yours. But Mingi just swallowed dryly.

Yunho took the spray paint and started scribbling. It was charming to see him creating. Mingi realized very quickly that what he felt for Yunho was much more than just physical attraction. It was just necessary to get to know him, to see him in his concentrated state, creating. It took only a few weeks for Mingi to know his pure nature and loyalty. In other words, it didn't take much. Sometimes Mingi felt that if he hadn't met Yunho and fallen in love with him, he would still be waiting for him.

"Did it get good?" Yunho asked, retreating. Mingi observed what he had drawn so far, proud that Yunho understood his references so quickly.

Mingi took the spray paint. Giving some touch-ups.

That was something important about them.

Throughout his life, Mingi never allowed or tolerated them to interfere with his art. When he entered college, it got worse. Not even Yeosang was allowed to touch his projects, although his friend was always welcome to make suggestions.

It turns out that Yunho was completely the same. Except with Mingi. Just like Mingi was in relation to him. They had similar styles, after all. And they always seemed to think together when they were going to create. Yunho trusted Mingi and Mingi trusted Yunho. Maybe much more than about their art. Although neither of them had admitted to each other yet. But they were close, so close...

"I liked that," Yunho said. And they started painting. They wouldn't know when they felt immersed enough to be quiet, too focused to do anything else besides that.

They were so immersed in themselves and in what they were creating together, that they didn't see when their features collided, causing a picturesque junction of colors. Yunho's spray paint splashed on Mingi's hands.

With wide eyes Mingi looked at Yunho, who raised his arms in a sign of yield.

"Sorry!" He said, but Mingi had already dirty him back. The two laughed and raised their hands in front of each other. Mingi observed the orange ink splashing on Yunho's long, thin fingers at the same time that Yunho traced the blue on the back of Mingi's hand with his fingers.

They couldn't take it anymore. Neither of them could take it anymore.

With panting breath due to Yunho's proximity, Mingi finally completely grabbed the other's hand. Bringing them down and using them to bring their bodies closer. They were so close in height that there were only a few centimeters that prevented their lips from touching each other. Mingi's breath tickled Yunho's face, but neither of them wanted to move away.

They wouldn't know when they released the spray paints. Not even when they took another step in front of each other, their noses touching, absorbing each other's breath vehemently. Mingi's hands pulling Yunho through the zipper of the sweatshirt towards him. As natural as it was always between them, Mingi gave a little smile.

"Can I tell you something?" Yunho was receptive enough to the touch for Mingi to intensify him. The tip of Mingi's nose brushing the red and soft skin of Yunho's cheek, who continued quietly, absorbing the touch gently. Longing as much as he did, Yunho nodded. "I like you. I like you so much that I can lose my mind. Fuck, I... I like you so much that I get sad sometimes."

And Yunho laughed audibly, touching his lips to Mingi's first. A kiss so brief that Mingi found himself chasing the sensation.

"Don't tease me." Mingi sighed.

"Then kiss me right." said Yunho, their lips still brushing against each other, not actually kissing as they wanted. But it didn't last long.

Mingi took Yunho's lips in a real kiss. His tongue almost automatically tracing the edge of the other's lips, asking for passage. Yunho couldn't resist, allowing Mingi to explore his mouth. It was the perfect fit, both of their lips and their bodies. Mingi's hands previously stuck against Yunho's sweatshirt hugged him right, wrapping his back and bringing their bodies closer together. When Yunho sighed against Mingi's lips they had to stop to breathe. One, two seconds. It was enough. And Mingi attacked Yunho's lips again.

They couldn't stop, not when the hunger they felt was greater than any prudence. Than anything else. Nothing but the lips united, the taste of each other on the tongue taking over their minds. Mingi wanted. And Yunho needed. They couldn't believe how they survived so long without that.

And when they finally made it official, and occasionally tell their friends, no one really showed surprise.

"What do you mean you already knew?" Yunho asked the night they both officially decided to tell their friends. On one of the game nights they always had in Seonghwa and Hongjoong's dorm.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes with his mouth full of fried chicken.

"Honey, you're practically sitting on Mingki's lap." Wooyoung pointed out, showing himself really offended by the new couple having taken so long to tell in words. Although the way they acted with each other in recent times made everything very obvious.

Thus, the dynamics of the group have not changed much. Even if Yunho spent more time in Mingi and Yeosang's dorm now.

What led them to that moment.

"Wait, wait... You're telling me..." Mingi straightened up on the bed, adjusting himself on the mattress as the excitement took over his whole body. "Are you still a virgin? In your twenties?" Mingi asked incredulously.

Yunho's ears turned red.

"You could just pretend you don't think it's terrible."

"No! No... I don't think it's terrible, I just..." he was aroused. Obsessed. Oh, fuck. He could just came in his pants right now. "Baby, you could have told me before."

"I'm sorry if "Hey, I'm still a virgin" didn't seem like a very attractive thing to say at the beginning of our relationship." Yunho spoke, causing a giggle in Mingi who, in turn, only filled Yunho's cheeks with kisses. He couldn't help it. "Min..."

"What?" Mingi asked, too invested in the fact that Yunho hadn't done that with anyone else. Untouched for anyone. His.

"Stop making this a big deal. I've never fucked anyone, so what?" Yunho snorted. Oh, Mingi almost moaned. "You little pervert. I never thought you had a kink..."

"I don't have it!" Mingi almost screamed, fearing to be misunderstood. It wasn't that! "Baby, I'm just very happy that I can make this special for you."

Yunho rolled his eyes, sliding into Mingi's lap again.

"I don't want you to make an effort to make this special. I just told you so you could keep your expectations low. I can be... clumsy." said Yunho, adjusting himself on Mingi's lap and pretending indifference to the remarkable volume he felt under his ass. Mingi threw his head back and laughed. Rolling his eyes once again, Yunho tried to get out of his lap. But Mingi held him right in place. "Fuck, you annoy me."

"Do I annoy you?" Mingi asked, still laughing. His lips are now looking for Yunho's neck to leave kisses against the skin. It was comfortable, familiar. Mingi loved having Yunho like that and Yunho couldn't help but feel comfortable against Mingi's arms. It was just them, after all. "My God, I love you."

"I love you too." Yunho pouted. "Can we do it now?" Mingi looked at him well, breathless when he found the raw desire in Yunho's eyes. Oh, Mingi was screwed. It wouldn't last ten seconds.

"Let's make some very clear points here. I never will have a single low expectation about you. Just... Damn, look at you. You being a virgin or not doesn't interfere with anything I expect from us. It doesn't change at all how much I want you." Mingi spoke while distributing kisses on Yunho's skin, his cheeks, his lips. Yunho bit his lower lip.

"So I could have just not told you?" He asked. Mingi laughed against Yunho's skin.

"It turned me on so much though..." Mingi confessed. It was Yunho's turn to laugh, leaning against Mingi so that he laid him crossed against the bed. Still on his lap, Yunho took Mingi's hair out of his eyes and stroked the sides of his face. Mingi's arms slid to the base of Yunho's spine, hugging him. Lying like this on top of each other Mingi could feel every inch of Yunho's body and the feeling was driving him crazy.

"I knew it. You freak." said Yunho, still touching Mingi's face delicately. His hand grabbed Mingi's jaw, forcing his lips to form a pout. He sealed that little beak with his own lips, and then licked it.

"Oh, am I the freak?" Mingi asked, pushing his hips up. The position made Yunho shudder.

Yunho's cloudy and excited thoughts made him rub against Mingi from above, the movements pulling moans and anxious gasps from each other. They wouldn't survive. Definitely not. They weren't thinking straight anymore. Yunho stammered:

"Yeah, you are. I love you so much."

"Please, kiss me." Mingi begged.

And they kissed again. It was wet and messy, the tongues rubbing aggressively, eager and anxious. They fit deliciously, the warm skin under their clothes making them impatient. Yunho sat down, tearing his own sweatshirt off his body, leaving only the plain white shirt he had stolen from Mingi earlier. Mingi pulled him back almost immediately, capturing his lips again in an urgent and longing kiss. Damn, it was as if Mingi was going to die if Yunho moved away for a measly second.

"Take everything off." Mingi asked between the kiss, his fingers tracing the waistband of Yunho's sweatpants and lowering the elastic out of his body, finding nothing but the soft skin of Yunho's ass under the fabric. "Fuck."

Yunho giggles.

"Do you always not wear your underwear when you're here?" Mingi asked, spinning on the bed so that he could be above Yunho's body and between his legs.

"Almost always." replied Yunho.

"Fuck you." Mingi cursed, and Yunho just laughed once more, throwing his arms around Mingi's neck and raising his head in search of another kiss.

"Please do." replied Yunho. And Mingi screamed ecstatic. Laughing, Yunho kissed him again, whispering against Mingi's lips then: "Can you be normal about this, silly?"

"No. I can't." Mingi replied. Yunho sucked Mingi's lips hard, pulling soft sighs from the other. They slid against each other, Mingi's arms around Yunho, sticking him to his body, not letting him go.

It didn't take long for Mingi's hand that played with the waistband of Yunho's pants lowered the sweatshirt considerably until it exposed his bare belly and part of his pelvis, his lips never stopping moving against each other while Mingi explored his body slowly, his hands going down, his nails scratching his immaculate skin. Yunho blushed easily, and Mingi loved that. He removed Yunho's shirt (his own shirt) over his boyfriend's arms, leaving him naked from the waist up. The sweatpants are gone soon after, leaving Yunho completely and entirely, and thank God for that, naked in his bed.

"Is this another kink of yours?" Yunho whispered against Mingi's lips, feeling goosebumps. He didn't know if it was thanks to the sudden cold he had felt for being completely naked or because of his boyfriend's hand that now caressed his thighs, just scratching around where he needed it most.

"What?" Mingi sank against Yunho's neck, raising the kisses to the earlobe. Yunho squirmed.

"I'm totally naked." evidenced Yunho. Oh, Mingi knew. He smiled, finally raising his face in time to absorb with his gaze every inch of his boyfriend. From the stiff nipples to the hip curve, the flat belly and thighs and... yeah, if Mingi wasn't crying yet, he would soon start. "Song. Mingi."

"Hm?" He looked up, finding Yunho already looking at him with arched eyebrows. Mingi laughed and left a kiss on her boyfriend's lips, and then another. "Do you want... something?" Yunho's hand subtly touched the collar of Mingi's shirt. Mingi turned his face and left a kiss against his palm as well.

"I kind of want to slap you." Yunho ironized, pulling another laugh from Mingi and another kiss against the back of his hand.

"You know I'd like that, don't you?" Mingi wrapped Yunho's fingers in his, leaving a few more kisses, and then pressing Yunho's hand against his lips and taking it to his face, right on his cheek. For the first time Yunho swallowed hard. "Maybe not today, though. You want this off, don't you?" Mingi touched his own T-shirt.

Yunho nodded his head. Still silent, maybe still a little shocked by Mingi's suggestion.

"We'll see later, okay?" Mingi took Yunho's hand that was once on his face to the bar of his T-shirt. "You can take it off."

Yunho did it. And then he leaned over the bed enough to capture Mingi's lips again. Mingi adjusted himself so that he sat on Yunho's lap, without ungluing his lips. Unable to stop kissing him, Mingi smiled when he felt Yunho's cock squirming under him, and lifted his hips until he fit the stiffened member against the slit of his ass. With his lips still full of Mingi's mouth, Yunho moaned when he felt the sensitive glans rub against the fabric of Mingi's pants.

"Wait." said Mingi.

"Nooooo." cried Yunho, wrapping Mingi's naked back with his arms, sinking his face against his chest and splashing his skin with kisses. Mingi smiled and his hands caressed Yunho's hair with affection.

"No, baby. We won't stop." Yunho whined. "We just need to talk about what your expectations are. What do you want, my love? Do you want me to ride you like this?" Yunho's arms squeezed Mingi harder. "Or do you want me to turn you around, pamper your beautiful little ass, fill it with kisses, take my time..."

"You want to fuck me so much, don't you?" Yunho laughed against Mingi's chest, leaving a kiss against the hot skin.

"I'm trying to be impartial." Mingi laughed too. Yunho raised his face. His gaze meeting Mingi's. Mingi sighed. "It's up to you." Mingi leaned over to leave a kiss on Yunho's forehead. "Whatever you want to do..."

It was Yunho's turn to sigh.

"I... I want both?" He needed to feel it. "Please, take your clothes off..."

"Both? We can do that." Mingi kneelt on Yunho's lap and lowered his pants next to his underwear, tearing off the piece of clothing and sliding down his legs. Yunho watched panting Mingi undress, he had to bite his lower lip hard not to moan when Mingi's cock jumped free in front of him. Hard, very red and leaking pre-cum. Yunho's mouth became dry.

"Do you want something again?" Mingi asked, sliding into Yunho's lap again and throwing his arms against his shoulders, grabbing the hair on the back of his neck. Mingi's hands slid from the back of Yunho's head to the sides of his face and then to his lips, his index fingers brushing his soft and red lips from so many bites. Yunho deliberately left a kiss against the digits. Mingi looked down where their cocks rubbed freely. Mingi moved his hips and Yunho threw his head back with half-open lips. "Do you want to suck me off?" Yunho nodded his head like a puppy. Mingi couldn't help but smile. "My handsome. Can you lie down for me?"

Leaving Yunho's lap again, Mingi waited for him to slide lying on the mattress, leaning just enough to post on him again. Mingi aligned his hips with Yunho's face and slowly brought the tip of his cock closer to his boyfriend's lips.

"You're so beautiful." Mingi sighed. "I wish I had a picture of it. My angel with his mouth full of my cock. Are you liking it?"

Yunho moved away just enough to speak:

"Hmm... I'm liking it." Yunho's hand wrapped the length that his lips did not reach at the same time in his tongue traced the tip and then nibbled it.

Mingi's hips gave a spasm.

"Watch your teeth... hm, fuck..." Mingi bit his lip to suppress the moan. One of Mingi's hands gently grabbed Yunho's hair.

He was hypnotized by the way Yunho's red lips stretched around his length, taking what he could and caressing the rest. He was a natural, and Mingi could definitely have cried.

"I love you." he said.

Yunho brushed his lips over Mingi's cock, as if he were kissing with his tongue. He sucked, and then kissed again. His licks and his kisses combined with the head movements. One of Yunho's hands grabbed Mingi's waist hard enough to leave a bruise while the other masturbated Mingi in sync with the movement of his lips.

"I love you too." Yunho was taking his time, too satisfied with the reactions he was getting from his boyfriend. God, he was loving. He imagined doing this with Mingi but he never thought he would enjoy it so much.

Mingi groaned, throwing his head back. His thighs trembled and he had to move Yunho's lips away from his cock with a tug on his hair.

"If you don't stop I'll finish before we get to the fun part." as if he hadn't simply grabbed a handful of Yunho's hair, Mingi stroked his head. Yunho purred. "Do you want to fuck me first?"

"I want to." replied Yunho. But he sucked Mingi's cock again as if he needed to. As if he couldn't stay away.

Mingi threw his head back again, laughing panting.

"Wait, wait, wait..." he grabbed Yunho's hair again and received a moan. Yunho moved away from Mingi's cock with a pout on his lips. Mingi sat down again and helped Yunho sit down too. "Come here."

They kissed again, Mingi felt his own taste on Yunho's tongue and moaned. Yunho grabbed Mingi's body and positioned it on his lap, fitting it right on his cock already all smeared with cum.

Yunho knew he was sensitive, but now, only with Mingi on top of him, he was sure he wouldn't last long.

Still in the middle of kisses, Mingi leaned over the head of the bed, taking the lubricant tube. Yunho grabbed him even harder, sucking Mingi's tongue in his mouth. Luckily, Mingi had a mission, and cautiously poured the lubricant on his fingers, without breaking the kiss. Yunho didn't notice what Mingi was doing until he felt him moan against his mouth.

"Wanna help me up?" With his mouth open, Mingi licked around Yunho's lips at the same time that he took one of his hands to his ass. Yunho's finger found Mingi's in his hole, and it was Yunho's turn to moan.

Mingi was opening himself.

Yunho shuddered where his hand met Mingi's, wrapping the fingers that Mingi stuck inside his own hole. They looked at each other in silence, Yunho pressed Mingi's hand even more inside. He had two fingers deep, and Yunho used his other hand to grab one of Mingi's buttocks and push it away in order to find better access to his hole as well.

Mingi moaned when he felt Yunho's index finger join his own fingers inside his body.

"How are you feeling? Is it good?" Yunho asked, anxious.

Mingi bit his lip and left a kiss against his boyfriend's cheek. When Mingi found his own prostate, he cried. Yunho chased the place, pressing the region and suddenly hitting it. Mingi swayed on his lap, panting, perfect and moaned muffled against Yunho's shoulder.

"It would be good to warn you beforehand, I don't think I'll last even ten minutes." Yunho murmured against Mingi's ear, eliciting a laugh from the other. Mingi raised his head again and kissed Yunho tenderly, almost as if he wasn't writhing against his fingers now. "You're too hot."

"This is something that someone with premature ejaculation would say." Mingi spoke and was surprised by Yunho slapping his ass. It was Yunho's turn to laugh.

He said:

"Don't mock the virgin-"

"Okay." Mingi interrupted. "But can the virgin fuck me now?" Yunho swallowed dryly, feeling when Mingi took his own fingers out of himself and leaned against the head of the bed again. Yunho stopped him the moment he realized what Mingi was achieving.

"Hey. No-" Yunho denied with his head when he saw the condom. "I mean, I've never done it with anyone, I don't-"

"Okay, I was just being practical. It's Yeosang's turn to do the laundry." Mingi spoke with a funny smile, Yunho was reflective for just a few seconds.

"I can do the laundry!" He said.

"All this to be able to fuck me raw!" As if it wasn't too late, though.

"Yeah, can you do it now? Please?" Yunho pouted and Mingi lost.

"Hmm... you ask so nicely." Mingi kissed Yunho's temple at the same time as he went down his hips and aligned the tip of Yunho's cock with his entrance, just rubbing, provoking. "My good boy." Mingi didn't notice the amount of pre-cum liquid that Yunho's cock released just by the praise, but he wouldn't take long to assimilate. "Holy shit, you're big." Mingi whispered when he accommodated only half of Yunho's length inside himself, the other trembling under him and fighting against the urge to move.

"Min..." whispered Yunho, panting. Mingi melted and threw his arms against his boyfriend's shoulders, attentive to his words. "I think it will be five minutes."

Mingi laughed against Yunho's mouth and began to move. Slowly at first, just the soft sliding of his hips. His hole slowly expanding until he is accommodating the entire length of Yunho's cock.

Yunho groaned, and Mingi intensified the kiss, trying in vain to distract him. But it was too much for Yunho, the sensation of Mingi's walls dilating around his cock, swallowing it whole as Mingi went up and down, teasing, it was just... too much. Yunho grabbed Mingi's waist with fingers firm enough to leave bruises. Mingi raising his hips, and then sinking again. Fucking himself on Yunho's cock precisely and deliberately.

If Yunho allowed himself to think about how Mingi acquires so much skill and practice, he would lose to jealousy. Maybe it was too late, though. Yunho reflected as possessiveness took over his body and materialized in the form of an exotic growl. He grabbed Mingi's hips, helping him in his movements. Mingi rubbed himself on Yunho's cock with the same cadence with which his tongue licked and explored his. Yunho sucked Mingi's lips intensely, making them fully of each other wherever they were. Never seeming enough.

When Yunho's hand found Mingi's neglected cock between them, caressing slowly, Mingi whimpered. Yunho swallowed his sounds in an awkward kiss, raising his hips and meeting Mingi's movements on the way. They moved in sync, until Mingi increased the pace, making Yunho sob under him.

"You're so fucking good, so good..." Mingi whispered against Yunho's ear, testing something he had evidenced. Yunho began to babble unintelligible sounds, drooling a lot in the process, covering Mingi's bare shoulder with saliva. Oh, yes, Mingi thought. And then he continued. "Fucking me so well. My perfect boy." and left a gentle kiss against Yunho's temple at the same time that he hit the angle so that Yunho's cock suddenly hit his prostate. Mingi bit Yunho's earlobe hard, which certainly hurt.

"Min... princess..." whined Yunho, Mingi kissed the same place he had bitten.

"Do you like it?" Mingi asked, slowing down his movements on Yunho's cock, wanting a brief moment of lucidity to talk to him.

Yunho looked at Mingi with his eyes shining with tears, his face flushed and his lips ruffled and bitten, denouncing the overstimulation.

"I don't... I don't know." Yunho replied slyly, and Mingi wrapped his arms around him in an awkward hug. The hips and thighs still working to ride it right.

Mingi was understanding. It was as if he was getting to knowing each other again, understanding his limits and tastes.

"It's okay. I do like this kind of stuff, though. My pretty, can you... can you slap me? Just a little..." Mingi took one of Yunho's hands to his ass. "Here." and then kissed him again. "And don't stop fucking me."

"You should just kill me at once and stop postponing the inevitable. Fucking hell, Mingi." Yunho filled one of his hands with the flesh of Mingi's ass and then slapped it lightly. Mingi bit his own lip hard and looked at Yunho with an arched eyebrow. "Harder?" Mingi nodded. "Beautiful." Yunho spoke. And Mingi sank his face into Yunho's neck, sucking the skin with his mouth open as he sank into his cock again, resuming the rhythm of before.

Yunho slapped him again.

"You're perfect, puppy." Mingi whispered against Yunho's skin, sucking and licking. "So good and perfect. Fuck me harder. Spank me." Yunho was already in another dimension, feeling a chill run through his whole body as the cold took over his belly. Mingi's kisses on Yunho's neck became suckers, and then light bites. "About this? Do you like it?"

"Uhh..." Yunho gasped, pushing his hips up. It wasn't a no, but Mingi didn't bite him again. The open mouth kisses spread from the neck to Yunho's jaw, and then back to the mouth. They couldn't do without it. It was like oxygen.

"You're close?" Mingi thrust his hips down. Yunho nodded and grabbed and slapped Mingi's butt. The skin was already warm under his palm, and Yunho was sure it was glowing red and flushed too. "Okay. Me too. Please, don't stop."

They were even more panting against each other's mouths, swallowing both their moans and their sighs. They were crying now, moving desperately looking for both their own and each other's pleasure. Yunho grabbed Mingi's cock again, pumping at the same pace as his lunges. Mingi felt the trembling of Yunho's body under him, increasing his rhythm.

When Mingi squeezed around Yunho, it was enough.

Yunho came inside him babbling his name. Murmuring inaudible and imperceptible things for Mingi's ecstatic brain to capture. Mingi wrapped Yunho's hand in his, wrapping his own cock and masturbating hard and tight. He came with the last movements of his hips against Yunho's already flaccid and sensitive cock, who in turn screamed. Mingi swallowed Yunho's scream in an awkward kiss.

They kissed slowly until they normalized their breathing. The layer of sweat that covered their bodies making them hot and sticky. Mingi took Yunho out of him slowly, and leaned over the bedside table to get tissues and clean them enough to lie comfortably on the bed. The sheets were disgusting and the bed was a mess. But neither of them wanted to get out of that warm and comfortable bubble.

Mingi laughed at a mortified Yunho in bed, lying with his back straight while restabilizing his breathing. He leaned over and left a kiss against Yunho's cheek.

"Let me clean you." said Mingi.

"You're a monster." Yunho said at the same time, pulling another laugh from Mingi. "You sucked my soul."

"I can suck much more than that." Mingi left another kiss this time against Yunho's forehead, wiping it with a handkerchief before the dirt dries. "So..." having finished, Mingi lay down next to Yunho comfortably, keeping a certain distance for Yunho to assimilate but still making a light caress on Yunho's face and sweat-soaked hair. "Did you like it?"

Yunho turned to Mingi, then. There were tears in the corner of his eyes that Mingi really wanted to kiss

Well, nothing stopped him. Mingi left a kiss on both of his boyfriend's watery eyes.

"I loved it so much." Yunho smiled, poking Mingi's cheek with his index finger. "I love you so much."

They hugged each other naked on the bed, Yunho settling against Mingi's chest comfortably. Mingi stretched out his hand enough to take his cell phone, noticing a series of notifications on the locked screen.

He didn't want anything to take him out of the post-sex glow with Yunho, but he took his cell phone anyway, quickly looking at the messages.

"So, Yeosang is pissed." Mingi updated Yunho, who just chuckled softly against Mingi's skin. "And Jongho wants you to fuck off. Aw, rude. I didn't even know they were both home today."

"They probably arrived a short time ago." replied Yunho, sleepy.

"Yeah, and they left soon after. They couldn't stand to stay for long." Mingi read Jongho's messages later, surprised by the amount of spam he had received from his friend. "Oh, look at that. These are for you." Mingi read: "Yunho, fuck you. Fuck you guys. Fuck yourselves. Wow."

Yunho giggled. He said:

"Tell him I'll be getting there."

Mingi dropped his cell phone almost immediately.

"What?" He asked. "Today?"

"Well, yeah..." Yunho raised his head from Mingi's chest to look at him. "Soon. Just let me regain consciousness first. Don't you want to?"

"Fucking hell, I want to." replied Mingi. Putting a strand oq of Yunho's sweaty hair behind his ear. Honestly, they were both disgusting, and the room was a mess. But at least the apartment was all theirs. And the night didn't seem to end so soon. "Do you want to eat something?" Mingi asked, getting up with his legs wobbly and wearing his underwear. He threw Yunho's pants on top of him, but Yunho ignored him, rolling naked against Mingi's bed and grabbing the sheets against his own body. Yunho nodded to the food.

"I'll wait here." said Yunho, sly. Almost asleep. Mingi's mouth became dry. How would he survive that?

Yunho was almost falling asleep when he heard the sound of a photograph being captured. He opened his eyes and found Mingi. In one hand his cell phone and in the other a mini tray with Kimbaps and a water bottle balanced under one of his arms.

"Delete this." Yunho yawned, sitting on the mattress and reaching out to get the food. Mingi leaned over and left a little kiss against his lips. "No one can see it."

"I would kill anyone who be able to see this." Mingi took a long sip of the water and sat next to Yunho on the mattress. In the photo Yunho was naked, beautiful and flushed, a thin layer of dry sweat covering his skin. The wet hair fallen on the his, the eyes closed. "It's just for my eyes to see. So beautiful..."

Yunho's cheeks dared to blush.

"Oh, now are you shy?" Yunho took a Kimbap to his mouth and rolled his eyes. Mingi took another sip of water and also took one of the rice dumplings and bit it. "We have a lot to talk about, actually."

"We have." Yunho spoke with his mouth full, not even giving time to swallow before taking another Kimbap. "So you like to feel pain?"

Mingi wondered if Yunho noticed that the ears also blushed.

"I like it a little. And you don't like it at all." Mingi chewed, then took another sip of water. "But you like to receive compliments. You like to be praised. And you liked it when I called you puppy."

Yunho disguised the moan of the very recent memories biting another Kimbap. He nodded frantically.

"And you really enjoyed sucking my cock." Mingi completed and this time Yunho smiled.

"You're big. And very thick. It's nice." he was shy as if he wasn't simply with his dick stuck in Mingi's ass a few minutes ago, and Mingi was finding it adorable. Yunho took the water bottle from Mingi's hand and took a sip. Mingi ate. "Yeah, I really liked it."

"I could see." said Mingi.

Back then, Yunho never imagined talking about sex so openly. Before entering college, he never imagined he'd have a boyfriend in the first place, much less that this boyfriend would be someone Yunho felt so comfortable with. He thought it was because they had been friends long before anything romantic happened. Yunho loved the time they had together.

Yunho loved them.

"Do you think you'd like it if I sucked you too?" It helped a lot that Mingi was so open to talk about these subjects as well. Yunho almost didn't have time to feel ashamed, not even when they were just friends.

"I think so." replied Yunho trying to disguise that he was getting excited again. But nothing escaped Mingi's gaze, and Yunho was still naked after all.

"Are you still hungry?" Mingi offered the last Kimbap to Yunho, who accepted and chewed it slowly.

Mingi drank a little more water and offered the rest to Yunho, handling it on the bed as soon as Yunho finished with the water and left the bottle on the bedside table. He pulled Yunho's body so that he was lying with his legs bent, also lying face down on the bed, Mingi grabbed Yunho's thighs and rested his head there, looking at him with a hungry look.

"You would look so beautiful in a white fishnets." Mingi left a kiss against Yunho's thigh, and then another, and another.

Yunho looked at him with a glazed expression.

"What?" And they had barely started again.

"You would look beautiful. I think it would suit you." Mingi's lips now trailed Yunho's thighs slowly, distributing delicate kisses on the skin. Mingi would take his time adoring Yunho, just as he now knew Yunho liked it. "Fishnets, lace. Panties. All of this. Little bows that I could untie, unwrap as a gift. My beautiful gift." Mingi's mind wandered. Imagining. Fuck, he already felt his cock stiffen again under his underwear.

Yunho was kind of too incredulous to answer.

"I never thought about it," he said. Mingi looked up at Yunho.

"Would you consider it?" Mingi's head still resting against Yunho's thighs, Mingi's fingers tracing invisible drawings on his skin.

He replied:

"I would do it for you." and Mingi got goosebumps, moving on the bed until he was between Yunho's legs. Positioning himself comfortably between his thighs.

Just the thought made Mingi growl, and grab Yunho's hips in order to bring him closer to him. How he loved the fact that Yunho remained naked. So Mingi could see his beautiful cock stiffen again, slowly, with each touch and provocation of Mingi.

Mingi leaned over and left a kiss against the tip.

"Have I ever told you that you're perfect?" Yunho's fingers exploring Mingi's fleshy lips, asking silently.

"Say it as many times as you want." said Yunho.

And Mingi wrapped all of Yunho's semi-erect cock in his mouth. But it didn't last long, the excitement took over his body harder than anything else. "Sweet." and licked the pre-cum that left his tip.

Yunho arched his back against the bed and Mingi held him in place. He moved his head and sucked Yunho deep and slowly, Yunho's cock hardening more and more in Mingi's mouth. Yunho got goosebumps when he felt Mingi's finger circle his perineum and then slide between his legs, looking for his hole.

Yunho shuddered and gave light warning pats on Mingi's shoulders.

"Can you come here?" He asked, and Mingi promptly obeyed. Climbing on the mattress until he was on top of Yunho's body. They kissed, then. Yunho moaned almost instantly. Mingi looked back for the way to his entrance. Yunho reset.

"Are you scared?" Mingi asked, stopping moving and staring at Yunho attentively.

"No." Yunho responded promptly. He bit his lower lip slowly. "But I never managed to do it on myself, I don't know if..."

Mingi smiled kindly and left a kiss against Yunho's forehead at the same time as he stretched his arm to take the lube bottle once again.

"Do you trust me?" Mingi asked.

"Yes." Yunho replied without hesitation.

Mingi opened the bottle and poured a good amount on his own fingers.

"Then just lay down and relax for me, puppy." said Mingi, kissing Yunho's neck which in turn was already covered with adorable red marks. Yunho sighed with the nickname, his body looking even more for Mingi's in the bed.

Mingi's finger found Yunho's entrance almost at the same time as his tongue greedily licked his skin. Mingi circulated on the outside at first, just provoking. The kisses against the neck spread over his shoulders and then through Yunho's chest, distracting him from the pressure on his ass. Mingi stuck only the tip of his finger in it, and Yunho arched, whining.

He threw his arms around Mingi wrapping him in a desperate hug, wanting him close.

"Princess, please..." Yunho called. Mingi traced his tongue from Yunho's chest to one of his nipples experimentally. "Oh my god!" he sobbed. Mingi smiled against the erect nipple, and cupped his mouth there.

The pressure in Yunho's hole no longer seemed so intrusive. Mingi's tongue licked one of Yunho's nipples while he massaged the other with his fingers. The heat in Yunho's belly only grew, his mind clouded with so many stimuli at the same time.

A joint became a finger, and a finger became two. Yunho's nipples were already red and swollen when Mingi began to finger him, his smeared fingers going in and out with ease now. Yunho's hips moved on Mingi's hand, looking for more of his touch. Needing Mingi deeper. Mingi's lips wrapped around the other sensitive nipple, and Yunho screamed.

He grabbed handfuls of Mingi's hair against his fingers and arched his body in his direction so that Mingi intensified his touch. Both of his fingers in his ass and of his tongue on his chest.

Yunho already missed kissing him.

"Min- please" Yunho cried. And Mingi was delighted with the ease he had to beg.

Mingi looked up in Yunho's direction and then turned to the untouched condom on the bedside table. Yunho denied with his head very quickly.

"Don't even think about it," he said. And Mingi laughed.

"We'll end up getting pregnant before our wedding," he said. And it was Yunho's turn to laugh.

"Just fuck me. C'mon." asked Yunho, groping Mingi's cock under his body and taking it out of his underwear to align it to his ass. Mingi leaned on his elbows, just watching while despair took over Yunho he tried to fuck himself on Mingi's cock. Yunho whimpered again when the angle didn't favor him, and looked at Mingi with eyes full of tears, asking gently.

Mingi wouldn't make him wait another second. Lifting Yunho's hips enough to fit one of his pillows under the base of his spine, Mingi aligned his cock against the boyfriend's entrance, penetrating only the tip and watching him shrink.

Mingi stopped halfway, terrified of the idea of seeing his Yunho feel pain.

"Don't stop." but Yunho asked with a choked voice, he pulled Mingi down until their backs were touching. The lips looking for Mingi's jaw eagerly, distributing desperate kisses. Mingi slowly penetrated him again, and Yunho threw his head back. "Yes. Please."

Mingi felt like a helium gas balloon tied tightly to Jeong Yunho's little finger. If it weren't for him under his body, his sounds and the heat that enveloped his cock so gloriously, Mingi could very well fly away and get lost. The sensations he was feeling were too intense. Too deep.

"I'll move slowly, okay?" Mingi whispered. Yunho just nodded vigorously with his head while being folded in half.

Mingi fucked against him, every inch settling into Yunho little by little. Yunho's arms brought Mingi to himself again, and Mingi fell on his elbows on the mattress. Every inch of their bodies touching each other now. The lips met again, and Yunho bit Mingi's mouth so hard that Mingi saw red.

"Keep going. D-don't stop," Yunho whispered, and Mingi swallowed his groan. He increased the speed of his movements, his cock sliding in and out of Yunho rhythmically. Yunho's legs slid to the sides of Mingi's body, and Mingi gripped Yunho's thighs. Suddenly, everything Mingi had said about fishnets and panties and lace came rushing back into Yunho's mind, making him dizzy. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Mingi smiled when she realized what must be going through his perfect boy's head.

"The prettiest. My beautiful, beautiful boy." Yunho groaned, needing exactly that. Mingi fucked him mercilessly, and their bodies moved together. "Only mine, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes. Yours, Mingki. Ah shit!—" Yunho cried out as Mingi hit his prostate. Mingi focused on the same spot, hitting it again and again, making Yunho drool and cling to him.

Mingi kissed Yunho's neck while his fingers returned to caressing Yunho's nipples. The mix of sensations left Yunho dizzy and frantic. His hips slammed against Mingi, seeking the sensation.

Yunho came untouched between them, and the mere sight was enough for Mingi to finish inside Yunho's hole as well. Mingi collapsed onto Yunho's body, seeking the last shred of his orgasm, turning Yunho onto his side and thrusting deeply a few more times. They became a tangle of arms, legs, and tongues. Kissing while still sliding against each other, trembling as if electric shocks were taking over them.

It took them a little longer to catch their breath. Drowsiness and exhaustion were taking over their bodies. They moved slowly against each other, fitting into a lazy embrace.

It took a lot of focus on Mingi's part to keep them from falling asleep, and getting up with Yunho still clinging to his body, Mingi carried them to the bathroom for a much-needed shower.

The hot water partially woke them, and Yunho washed Mingi's hair. They couldn't say how long they stayed under the stream of water, but before they knew it, they were back in bed again, having finally changed their ruined sheets for clean ones, and embraced each other as if they were made of just one substance.

Yunho felt a sudden urge to draw Mingi, even thinking about the colors he would use to compose his artwork. The materials he would feel against his fingertips before transferring the perfect image of his boyfriend onto a sheet of paper. Or a canvas, or the nearest white wall.

How they loved each other, how ridiculously they were in love with one another...

"Are you asleep yet?" Yunho asked, as Mingi already had his eyes closed and his wet, wispy head of hair resting on Yunho's chest. Luckily for them, it was not cold; they barely had the strength to dry themselves off after their bath...

"Not yet," Mingi replied, feeling Yunho's skin with his fingertip, creating imaginary designs. Mingi wished he had paints. "What is it?"

"Do you remember when I t-told you about being my first?" Yunho whispered, feeling the heat of anxiety spread throughout his body. Mingi's breath remained calm against Yunho's bare chest. "I want you to be the only one. Only you."

Yunho didn't see Mingi's subtle smile.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" Mingi asked, and Yunho chuckled. "Well, one of us is probably pregnant anyway..."

Yunho laughed loudly, then. Mingi almost cried at the intensity of the love he felt.

"You're a silly." Yunho yawned, his hand falling against Mingi's hair, gently stroking it.

Mingi placed a kiss against Yunho's heart.

"And you love me so much," he said.

Yunho did not hesitate.

"So much that I get sad sometimes."

How lucky they had been.