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Mingi sat in his studio, the sweat from their earlier dance practice still drying on his skin. What he would like to do is go home and shower, but walking through the public lobby of the company wasn’t really an option at the moment. The loose, gray sweatpants he was wearing were both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, his erection wasn’t confined to strain uncomfortably against anything, but on the other, it was painfully obvious through the thin fabric just how hard he was. 

This wasn’t usually a concern of his while at work. He was used to being around his members in all sorts of sexy outfits, doing sensual choreography. It was nothing new. Wooyoung, however, was his kryptonite. Every time he could remember having to hide away after a practice or performance to either deal with or wait out his arousal was due to Wooyoung. 

Mingi knew that Wooyoung was well aware of the effect that he had on him. The younger man reveled in the fact that he could rile Mingi up so easily. Today, Wooyoung’s antics had involved stripping off his shirt and pushing back his long, sweaty hair after the particularly strenuous practice of their new, very seductive choreography. 

The room was stifling, all of the members drenched in sweat and slumped in different states of exhaustion. Mingi’s eyes drifted to the mirror from where he lay on his side on the studio floor, focusing on Wooyoung. He was the only member left standing, but he didn’t look any less tired than the others. Seeing Mingi’s gaze, Wooyoung smirked. Wooyoung let out an exaggerated groan before pulling his shirt over his head and draping it around his neck with a wink.

Mingi shot up at the action, his cock stirring in his pants. He made his escape by mumbling something about needing water before not so conspicuously bolting out of the room and into his studio. He heard Wooyoung chuckling knowingly behind him as he went. That’s where he sat now, at his desk, hot and bothered from multiple aspects of their rehearsal.

The door quietly opened and clicked shut behind him. Mingi chose not to turn around, hoping that whoever had made their way in would sink onto the couch behind him and talk to him from there. Soft footsteps made their way across the room, and Mingi jumped when cool hands found their way to his shoulders, sliding downward to rest suggestively on his chest. Mingi’s nipples perked, his arousal making him more sensitive.

“Got you that excited, huh?” Wooyoung purred into his ear, lips brushing against the skin. Mingi shivered. “I’d take that as a yes,” Wooyoung chuckled, moving to pinch one of the hard nipples that sat under his palm.

This was not the first time Mingi and Wooyoung had been intimate. The two had been fucking for years. Ever since Wooyoung discovered the spell he had over Mingi, and Mingi was a weak, weak man when it came to him. By now, they had a good understanding of what the other liked, an established dynamic that kept them both coming back for more.

“I can help with that, you know,” Mingi could hear the smirk in Wooyoung’s voice. “I like that even after all this time, I still have such an effect on you,” Wooyoung bit Mingi’s earlobe lightly. Mingi hissed, his cock twitching in his pants from the combination of the words and actions.

Wooyoung continued his exploration, encouraged by his reaction, slipping his hands under Mingi’s the neckline of Mingi’s oversized shirt. With the new access, he began to toy with both of Mingi’s hard buds. Simultaneously, he moved his mouth down the larger man’s neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake. With each small bite and suckle to the skin, Mingi jerked, his cock beginning to leak in his pants.

“Always so good for me,” Wooyoung said when he finally pulled his mouth from Mingi’s neck to admire the light red marks he had left in his wake. Not deep enough to bruise, but enough to be felt just the way Mingi liked. Mingi whimpered at the praise. He was pathetic when it came to Wooyoung, but he knew neither would have it any other way.

Wooyoung removed his arms from their purchase on Mingi’s pecs, making his way around to stand in the small space between the chair and the desk.

“Hold this for me, Princess,” Wooyoung commanded gently, bunching Mingi’s sweaty shirt up towards his neck, humming in approval as Mingi obliged. Wooyoung wasted no time latching onto one of his nipples with his mouth and swirling his tongue. Mingi moaned at the sensation as Wooyoung’s teeth grazed against the sensitive area while his mouth sucked diligently. His nipples were one of his most sensitive areas. Wooyoung’s mouth popped off the swollen bud before moving to the other side. He bit lightly on the nipple, his teeth pulling away from Mingi’s chest. Wooyoung dove back in to lick over the bud to soothe the sting.

Mingi was a mess. Little whimpers and gasps left his lips, while a wet spot formed on the front of his sweats. He knew that this was Wooyoung’s intention. The younger boy loved how wet he could get Mingi when he teased him. Interrupting the assault on Mingi’s chest, Wooyoung stood up to connect their lips.

The kiss was heated. Wooyoung’s own arousal was evident by just how desperately he licked and sucked at Mingi’s full lips. In his daze, Mingi let Wooyoung take control, opening his mouth and sucking at his tongue when it prodded at the seams of his lips. The delicious sound of Wooyoung moaning at the sensation made Mingi tremble.

“Fuck Mingi, I need you to fuck me, oh my god,” Wooyoung whined, sliding all the way to the floor, to kneel between Mingi’s legs.

Mingi shuddered as Wooyoung groped at his thick thighs. Reminders of the smaller man riding them until he came, earning another spurt of precum from his cock. He lifted his hips easily as Wooyoung’s hands curled around his waistband. His sweats and underwear were pulled off unceremoniously, and his thick cock flopped against his stomach in the process.

He leaned forward to wipe some of the drool that had gathered in the corner of Wooyoung’s mouth at the sight. An eager groan left Wooyoung’s lips before he spat in his palm to take Mingi in his hand. Mingi was big, and he knew that, but he never got over how good it felt to hear it from Wooyoung in moments like these.

“Fuck, Mingi,” Wooyoung breathed, eyes unfocused. “I’ll never get over how perfect you are.”

“Please, Wooyoung,” Mingi whined. Deliriously turned on by the sight, and beyond desperate.

Wooyoung took his spit-soaked hand and wrapped it around Mingi’s shaft, fingers not quite wrapping fully around it because of the girth. Mingi moaned unabashedly as Wooyoung began to stroke his cock. The amount of precum that had already accumulated, and Wooyoung’s spit, made the slide easy. After a few quick strokes, Wooyoung leaned forward to take the head in his mouth. Mingi nearly came undone as he felt Wooyoung’s tongue lick along his slit while his lips wrapped around his tip. Wooyoung relaxed his jaw, pushing his head down until Mingi could feel his cock brushing the back of the smaller man’s throat. It took everything in him not to black out at the sight of Wooyoung taking all of him in so easily. The way the younger boy’s nose was buried in the thick patch of hair at his groin made Mingi shudder. Wooyoung braced both hands on Mingi’s thighs, as he bobbed his head up and down a few times. He pulled off with a wet pop that made Mingi shiver. The sight of Wooyoung’s swollen lips and satisfied smile made Mingi’s arousal grow even more (if that was even possible at the moment).

“My turn now,” Wooyoung smirked, turning around to brace himself on the desk. Mingi watched as Wooyoung wriggled his ass in his face. Wooyoung, obviously just as aroused, made quick work of undressing, pulling down his jeans and underwear in one go. Mingi groaned at the sight of the soft swell of Wooyoung’s butt.

“Lube?” Mingi asked, unable to form a full sentence. Wooyoung slid open one of the drawers next to him, pulling some out. He flashed Mingi a deviant smile.

“I stashed some in here, after last time,” he laughed before turning back around and sticking his ass out further. 

Mingi set the bottle of lube next to him on the floor before leaning forward and pulling Wooyoung’s cheeks apart. He kneaded at the flesh, loving the way Wooyoung’s soft skin felt under his fingers. The younger man yelped below him at the contact. Growing impatient, Mingi licked a slow stripe over Wooyoung’s waiting hole. Loving the reaction it pulled out of the younger. Mingi pulled back for a second to watch Wooyoung squirm before diving back in and teasing his tongue around Wooyoung’s rim. After a few agonizing circles around the muscle, he latched on and sucked hard. Wooyoung shuddered, legs going a little limp underneath him in response. Mingi continued the tease a little longer, loving the noises he was pulling from Wooyoung. Finally, he prodded his tongue through the tight ring of muscle. If it weren’t for the desk holding him up, Mingi was sure Wooyoung would have crumpled to the floor at this. As Mingi continued to fuck his tongue in and out of Wooyoung, the smaller man was reduced to a moaning mess above him.

Mingi pulled back, earning a disgruntled whine from Wooyoung. He reached for the lube, covering his fingers in it. After he was done, Mingi dove back in with his mouth, relentlessly licking, sucking, and fucking at Wooyoung’s hole. Soon, he eased in a finger to work alongside his mouth. Carefully easing it in so Wooyoung could accommodate the stretch. When Wooyoung was ready for Mingi to introduce the second finger, Mingi removed his mouth. Instead, focusing on leaving faint marks on Wooyoung’s skin. His fingers began to scissor and curl inside of him. The smaller man was shaking now.

“Mingi, add a third,” Wooyoung demanded. “I need you inside of me already.” The slight whine in his voice made Mingi’s cock ache.

Upon the request, a third of Mingi’s long fingers was added. At this, Wooyoung began to thrust himself back in time with Mingi’s hand as it fucked into him. Mingi recognized his growing impatience. Wooyoung always got this way.

“Ok, I’m ready,” Wooyoung declared, gripping Mingi’s wrist to pull his fingers out of him. 

“How do you…” Mingi trailed off.

“I want to ride you. Is that okay?” Wooyoung answered, pulling Mingi up and pushing him towards the couch. 

“Mmmhmm,” Mingi responded.

“Words, Mingi, I need words.”

“Yes, Wooyoung. Please ride me,” that pathetic lilt was back in his voice, and he watched the satisfied look dance across Wooyoung’s face.

Wooyoung grabbed the lube as Mingi sat. Coating his hands to slick Mingi up. Mingi groaned as the cold lube made contact with his cock. After a few quick pumps to make sure he was fully covered, Wooyoung made his way onto Mingi’s lap. His smaller thighs on either side of Mingi’s large ones. Mingi’s head spun as Wooyoung reached back, using the remaining lube on his hands to coat his own hole. No matter how many times they’d done this, Mingi never got used to it.

Once he deemed them both ready, Wooyoung found Mingi’s unfocused gaze, searching for approval as he lined his dick up with his hole.

“Ready?” he asked, connecting their lips for a quick kiss.

“Yes, god. I’m ready,” Mingi moaned in response, head nodding vigorously.

With the confirmation, Wooyoung pushed himself down on Mingi in one determined movement. He hissed at the stretch but did not stop until the larger man was buried in him to the hilt. Mingi’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“Look at me, Princess,” Wooyoung breathed as one of his hands found purchase on Mingi’s shoulder, and the other in his hair. Mingi obliged with a whimper.

Wooyoung took the eye contact as the right moment to begin moving. Mingi let him set the pace, handing over the control of the situation to his band member. Wooyoung kept Mingi buried inside him as he began to rock his hips back and forth in his lap. Both of them moaned at the movement. Mingi’s large hands wrapped around Wooyoung’s waist, almost encompassing his whole torso in the process. They stayed like that for a while, until Wooyoung had a blubbering Mingi below him.

Wooyoung then began to piston himself up and down on top of Mingi, letting his large cock slip almost all the way out of him before plunging back down, all while maintaining a steady rolling motion. Mingi’s eyes began to water at this. The feeling was overwhelming, paired deliciously with how Wooyoung was pulling at his hair. Mingi felt Wooyoung’s nails dig into his broad shoulder as he used it as leverage. The quickened pace had him seeing stars, as Wooyoung bounced ruthlessly, up and down.

Mingi’s whimpers became more desperate, tears beginning to stream down his face at the pure ecstasy that was Wooyoung. Unconsciously, he began to thrust his hips up in response to Wooyoung’s movements. He could feel every nerve ending in his body buzzing. His orgasm was close, and he would do anything to reach it. He was dealing with Wooyoung, though, and it was never that easy.

“Ah, ah, ah, Princess,” Wooyoung said slightly condescendingly. “No moving. Let me do all the work,” Mingi whined. “You looked so tired after practice today, let me take care of you,” Wooyoung continued, quickening his pace.

The renewed vigour with which Wooyoung was riding  him was making Mingi dizzy with pleasure. He was a babbling mess of pleads, moans, and whimpers, tears streaking down his cheeks. Wooyoung wasn’t doing much better, loud moans escaping his lips. His head was thrown back, while his body shook with his own pleasure.

“Please, Wooyoung!” Mingi managed to get out somewhat intelligibly.

“You want to come, Princess?” he responded. His head snapped forward to try to meet Mingi’s unfocused eyes.

“Yes, please, Wooyoung, please!” Mingi was a goddamn mess. He always was when it came to Wooyoung

“Ok, Princess, go ahead for me,” Wooyoung nodded, leaving a sloppy kiss on his lips.

White hot pleasure ripped through Mingi. His grip tightened on Wooyoung’s waist as his head fell back in a cry somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Every nerve seemed to ignite as his limbs went through waves of shaking and tensing up. The orgasm rushed through him as Wooyoung continued to move. When he finally came to, Wooyoung was still going. His face had a determined look to it, and Mingi knew he was close to. Wanting nothing more than to help the other man reach his climax, Mingi moved his own hand down to Wooyoung’s cock. Mingi’s large hands were able to easily encompass his girth, and the buildup of precum made movement easy. The other boy’s face stayed screwed, as Mingi timed his strokes with his increasingly erratic movements. 

In a matter of seconds, Wooyoung was coming undone. A screech left his lips as his hole clenched almost painfully around Mingi’s overstimulated dick. Mingi continued to move his hand until Wooyoung was slumping forward on him. Both men breathed heavily as they remained seated and limply wrapped around each other. When their breathing finally evened, Wooyoung pulled Mingi into another sweet kiss.

“You always do so well for me,” Wooyoung murmured, mirroring his earlier sentiment.

“You deserve the best,” Mingi smiled in response, his voice hoarse from all of the vocalization.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Wooyoung patted at Mingi’s cheek. Mingi always liked the moments that followed their orgasms. The quiet intimacy that they showed one another when they put each other back together.

Mingi flinched as he heard Wooyoung hiss as he eased off his cock. Guilt never failed to wash over him at seeing Wooyoung in pain (even if it was the good kind). He also couldn’t help but notice the shake in the younger man’s thighs as he made his way across the room. The lube was put away, and some wipes were grabbed before he returned with their discarded clothes. Wooyoung knelt in front of Mingi, slowly and reverently wiping him down, whispering sweet praises as he went. Kisses were left on the soft skin of Mingi’s thighs and stomach in the process.

Wooyoung wobbled as he stood back up. Mingi was quick to catch him.

“Here, let me,” he said softly. He took the wipes from Wooyoung and began to show him the same care he had been awarded. One hand gripped his hip firmly, enough to keep him standing, while the other worked to clean both his front and backside off. When they were done, Mingi pulled Wooyoung in for another kiss, savoring the gentle press of their tired lips.

“You don’t know what you do to me, Wooyoung,” Mingi whispered into the small space between them.

“I think I have an idea,” Wooyoung responded cheekily.

“Please keep doing it.”

“Oh, you know I will, big boy,” Wooyoung swatted at his shoulder, pulling back so they could dress themselves. 

Once decent, they gathered their things and made their way out of the studio. Not missing the side-eye they got from Hongjoong through his neighboring studio door. A car was waiting for them outside, which took them to Mingi’s dorm. Mingi smiled as Wooyoung’s hand remained firmly planted on his thigh the entirety of the ride.

Tired, but giddily, they made their way up to the empty apartment. Once inside, the soft lingering touches did not cease as they washed each other under the warm spray of Mingi’s shower. After they were dry, Mingi took it upon himself to dress Wooyoung in his own clothes before pulling him into bed. They spent the rest of the evening like that, tucked into their own little slice of their world. As they exchanged quiet words, gentle touches, and sweet kisses. Mingi knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be.