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"Hyuuuung," he whines again like the petulant kid he turns into when he doesn't get what he wants.
Junhui sighs, finally turning off his device and facing the overgrown pup—his dongsaeng, who has been lying on his bed all sulky for the past God knows how many hours.
"The answer is still no, Mingyu."
"You're being so unfair, Junnie hyung. You just promised—not even an hour ago—that you'd help me with anything!"
"Yeah, but I didn't know that promise entailed me bent over the couch getting plowed by you." he deadpans, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I-I never said I'd bend you over the couch!" the younger stammers, his neck and ears turning the same shade as his red t-shirt. "I just need you to be my fuckee for a while, and I'm perfectly fine with any position you want," he mumbles the last few words shyly.
"I do not want any positions at all."
Mingyu sulks even more if that is even possible. He quickly scrambles to sit with his legs folded, his hands clamping down on Junhui's waist to pull him into his lap. The older is surprised for a second but relaxes in his hold when he feels the younger rest his chin on the crook of his neck. Mingyu has a thing about having Junhui in his lap, and the older never complained, so used to giving in to his demands. Come to think of it, Junhui is part of the reason why Mingyu is such a brat sometimes.
He fondly cards his fingers through the brunette's slightly permed hair. With his current hairstyle, Mingyu really looks like a cute puppy, Junhui thinks, smiling to himself.
"Why don't you ask Minghao? Isn't he your best friend? Your soulmate?" he teases lightly.
Mingyu immediately pulls away from where he is nuzzling his nose against Junhui's soft skin and frowns at him. "And get teased for the rest of my life? No thanks, I'd rather die a virgin," he huffs, making the older bite back a laugh.
"And don't even mention the rest! Wonwoo would skin me alive if I so much as think about asking Soonyoung hyung. Vernon and Seungkwan just got together, and I do not want to be a homewrecker. And Cheol hyung, Shua hyung, and Jeonghan hyung have this weird thing going on that I frankly hold no desire to be a part of–" He shudders. "And Jihoon hyung, Dokyeomie, and Chan are literally brothers to me. It's half-incest if you think about it, really." He keeps ranting with his eyebrows scrunched together, and Junhui isn’t capable of holding in his laughter anymore.
His entire body shakes as he laughs, and Mingyu pouts at him, but there is a small smile on his face as he watches his pretty hyung laugh. He rests his hands on Junhui's hips and pulls him a little to settle him more comfortably on his lap.
"So please?" he pleads again, this time attacking him with the most devastating puppy-eyes known to mankind. "I promise I'll behave, and I'll even make you lunch for a week, hyung. Please, please, please?"
And Junhui is but a weak, weak man.
"Grab the lube, second drawer to your left," he finally gives in, and his heart swells when Mingyu gives him one of his blinding smiles and peppers his face with hundreds of kisses, mumbling small thank-yous between each kiss. Junhui pushes him away, giggling lightly, and asks him to hurry and bring the lube before he changes his mind.
And then it's a quick work of limbs, their clothes dumped on the floor in record time. Junhui feels shy and a little self-conscious when Mingyu takes off his sweater and pants, it's been a long time since he's last done this. He feels Mingyu’s heavy, hungry gaze on every inch of exposed skin, the intensity of it burns his skin.
"So unfairly pretty. Wanna kiss every inch of your skin Jun hyung." He says, his voice low and rough, dipped in arousal making Junhui rub his thighs together to soothe the ache. Mingyu’s hands twitch, unsure where to place them, still waiting for his signal and he's instantly reminded that this is his first time and Junhui has to be the one to guide him through it.
“Kiss me.” Mingyu closes the gap in an instant, attacking his lips in a searing kiss. It's a little messy and sloppy at first, too eager to please making Junhui chuckle into the kiss. What Mingyu lacks in experience, he makes up for with his enthusiasm.
Junhui pulls back a little, brushing his fingers over the brunette's cheekbones tenderly. "Easy, baby. Let's take it slow yeah?" Mingyu nods, feeling the heat rise up his cheeks. Junhui smiles reassuringly, leaning to press a gentle kiss on his lips.
The younger places one hand on Junhui’s cheek while the other explores his body, touching every part of exposed skin before settling on his waist, just resting there. Junhui's tongue flicks out, teasing the seam of Mingyu's lips coaxing them to open.
Mingyu's breath hitches as Junhui's tongue slips into his mouth, exploring slowly. The sensation is new, thrilling, and he instinctively mirrors Junhui's movements, their tongues tangling in a slow, sensual rhythm. Junhui shifts a little closer, his hands wind around Mingyu’s neck, whimpering when Mingyu bites down on his bottom lip a bit too hard. The boy immediately runs his tongue over the spot to soothe the skin in apology.
Junhui runs his hand down the brunette's well-built body, feeling him shiver as his hand goes lower. It makes Junhui smile into the kiss. They pull apart for oxygen, Mingyu's breathing heavy and his face flushed a beautiful shade of red. The younger already looking so wrecked but immediately diving back for another kiss and then another, his kisses growing more urgent, each one building on the last. He groans when Junhui lowers his hans and palms him through his pants. "Junnie, hyung, please."
"Shh," he whispers as he trails open mouthed kisses down his jaw to his neck, tan skin blooming red as he nips on it gently. Mingyu moans, rutting his hips against his in an urgency. "Be patient baby, I'm all yours."
Mingyu shakes his head, gasping when Junhui sucks a particular spot on his neck. "Want you so bad hyung, want you now."
Arousal rolls through him like waves, gripping him like a vice and he has to take a deep breath to calm himself. "Take off your pants," he demands.
Mingyu almost sighs in relief; he's so hard it's becoming painful. He scrambles to get out of his pants and undergarments, dumping them along with the rest of their clothes on the floor. Junhui feels himself salivating as he takes in Mingyu in his full naked glory—tan skin, ripped muscles, broad shoulders, well-defined pectorals. He's so big it makes him gulp.
The moment he joins him on the bed, he softly pushes him to lie on his back. Junhui spreads his legs so the brunette can settle himself between them. Mingyu looms over him, eyes hooded and glazed over with lust.
"Hyung," his voice is soft, needy. "I am going to make you feel good," he says, leaving feather-light kisses on the column of his neck. Junhui is about to protest, but Mingyu captures his lips in a soft kiss, silencing any objections.
Mingyu’s hands are tentative at first, exploring Junhui’s body with a mix of curiosity and reverence. He presses soft kisses along Junhui’s collarbone, down to his chest, each touch making Junhui's breath hitch. Junhui lets out a soft sigh, encouraging him to continue.
"Is this okay?" Mingyu asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he grazes his fingers over Junhui's nipples before sucking one lightly, eliciting a low moan from the older man. "Yes." Junhui breathes out, tangling his fingers in the brunette’s hair. "You’re doing so well. Making hyung feel so good baby."
The words spur Mingyu on, he watches as Junhui’s expressions change, each gasp and moan fueling his desire to please him more and more. He continues his descent, placing open-mouthed kisses along Junhui’s stomach, each one sending jolts of pleasure through his body. When he reaches his waist, he hesitates, looking up for reassurance. Junhui nods, his eyes filled with want and so much warmth. "Keep going." he says softly.
Mingyu nods and lowers himself further, letting out a nervous breath. His hands shake lightly as he settles them on Junhui's hipbones, pressing tentative kisses along Junhui’s hipbones, hands kneading the flesh gently. Junhui gasps and moans out his name.
Mingyu looks up, his eyes dark with lust and adoration. His hand wraps around Junhui’s length, stroking him gently, afraid to hurt. "Mingyu, please,” he moans, his body trembling with need. Mingyu’s inexperience is endearing, but his determination is incredibly arousing. He goes back to trailing kisses on his skin, kissing along Junhui’s inner thighs and biting softly on the soft flesh once, twice making the older let out a cry. “You're so beautiful like this Junnie," he groans, pressing a final kiss to Junhui’s hip before taking him fully into his mouth.
The sensation is overwhelming, and Junhui cries out, his hips bucking involuntarily. Mingyu looks up, looks at the way Junhui clutches the sheets tightly, head pressed against the pillow as he takes in deep breaths, and it makes his heart swell with pride knowing he is the reason his hyung looks so wrecked. He bobs his head enthusiastically, copying the way the guys did it in the videos he stole from Seungcheol's laptop.
Junhuis's a moaning mess, Mingyu lacked the technique —it is his first time—but his mouth feels so wonderful around his cock, it makes him feel dizzy. He feels the familiar heat pooling in his stomach, and he immediately taps Mingyu's shoulder, pushing him lightly. Mingyu makes a disgruntled noise as he comes back up, but Junhui shushes him up with a kiss.
"I don't wanna come just yet." Junhui whispers against his lips hotly. He grabs the lube lying on the bed and pours a generous amount into his hand, rubbing his fingers together to get the liquid to room temperature. "I'll spread myself open for you," he rubs his cheek affectionately with his other hand. "I'll let you do it next time, don't get sulky." He lets out a laugh when the younger pouts.
He spreads his legs again, slick finger tracing his hole making him gasp softly. Junhui works the finger inside his hole and lets out a long drawn-out whine. He buries his head in Mingyu's neck, the younger instantly pressing soft kisses on his neck and shoulder whispering praises. Junhui moves his finger letting out soft moans and soon he adds another finger, fucking himself on his fingers desperately, trying to reach for that one spot but unable.
Mingyu caresses his jaw, tipping his chin up to kiss him deeply. He groans and Junhui lets out a mewl as he adds in a third finger and simultaneously wraps his other hand around Mingyu's cock, gathering the precum and stroking him with practiced ease. He removes his fingers from his hole when he deems it stretched enough to accommodate Mingyu's length. He strokes him a few more times, feeling the younger shudder into the kiss. He removes his hand, ignoring Mingyu's whines and pours a generous amount of lube on his hand before coating it on the younger's length, tugging at it once, twice.
Junhui pecks his lips, Mingyu's hazy and unfocused eyes looking at him in a daze. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I think it’ll be better if I’m on my front," he suggests, voice breathy. "You can control the angle better and it might be easier for you." Mingyu nods, he watches as Junhui turns onto all fours, his back arching beautifully, presenting himself. Mingyu can't help but gulp at the sight, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Go slow at first, okay?" he murmurs, looking back at Mingyu with a soft, reassuring smile. He looks so beautiful, like an angel with his big, doe eyes shining under the lamp light, cherry-red heart-shaped lips pulled up in a soft smile that Mingyu can't help but kiss him again, first his lips then the moles decorated on the corner of his lips.
He positions himself behind Junhui, hands steadying his hips as he aligns himself. "I'm going to push in now, hyung," he says, his voice thick with desire. Junhui nods, bracing himself.
Mingyu swallows hard, lining himself up. He pushes in slowly, the tight heat surrounding him making him groan. Junhui hisses, his body tensing momentarily before he relaxes, allowing Mingyu to sink deeper. "You're doing so well, hyung," Mingyu murmurs. As he bottoms out, Mingyu pauses, both of them breathing heavily. The sensation is intense almost driving him crazy, Mingyu has never felt anything like this before.
"You feel so good," Mingyu whispers, his hands gently caressing Junhui's back, trying to keep his composure. Noticing Junhui's discomfort, he peppers kisses on his back and shoulder soothingly, waiting for him to adjust. Junhui’s body is warm and pliant beneath him, his breath coming in soft pants. It's another minute or two before the older finally nods his head. "You can move."
Mingyu nods and begins to move, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in. His movements are controlled, each thrust gentle and deliberate. Junhui moans softly, the pleasure building with each slow stroke. But as Mingyu continues, it’s like a switch flips inside him. The careful control begins to slip away, replaced by a growing, desperate need.
He starts to move faster, his thrusts gaining intensity, and hands gripping Junhui’s hips tightly. Junhui tries to hold on, but the increasing pace makes it difficult. He lets out a choked moan. "Mingyu, slow... slow down," he pleads, his voice cracking as he claws at the sheets. But Mingyu is beyond hearing, too lost in his own pleasure to respond properly.
The rhythm of his thrusts becomes erratic, each movement hard and fast, driving into Junhui with a force that leaves him breathless. He's too rough and Junhui can barely keep his eyes open, his muscles straining to hold his position. His release comes in a wave, his body convulsing with the intensity of it as he lets out a scream, but even as he collapses, Mingyu doesn’t stop. Junhui whines, his body shuddering with overstimulation.
"Gyu, please. Slow down." He whimpers.
"I’m, ah, I'm sorry Junnie," Mingyu says, his voice breaking. "I can’t stop, it feels too good."
Junhui’s body is too weak to hold itself up any longer. He buries his face in the pillow, the pillow turning damp with his tears, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Mingyu’s movements are rough, almost frantic now, his need driving him beyond control. Tears prick at his eyes as he looks down at Junhui, seeing his hyung so vulnerable and overstimulated. He knows he should stop, should slow down, but he can’t. The pleasure is too overwhelming.
"Just a little more," Mingyu chokes out, his voice filled with desperation. "Just a little more, hyung."
He grips Junhui’s shaking hips, holding him up as he continues to thrust. Junhui’s moans have turned to sobs, his body trembling with each movement. He feels the hot tears slip from Mingyu’s cheeks onto his back, the younger man’s voice filled with guilt and need.
"Jun, Jun, I’m sorry," Mingyu sobs, but his hips don’t slow. "I promise, just a little more. I'm so sorry."
Junhui can only shake his head weakly, his body too exhausted to respond properly. He feels Mingyu’s pace quicken, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure and pain through him. His fingers dig into the pillow, his voice barely more than a whisper as he continues to plead.
"Please Gyu," his voice shaky, barely above a whisper. "I can't take it anymore."
The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Mingyu’s breaths come in harsh pants, he feels himself teetering on the edge, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
"Hyung, I’m going to... I can’t hold it," Mingyu cries out, his voice breaking. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry."
With a final, deep thrust, Mingyu’s release crashes over him. He buries himself deep inside Junhui, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He holds Junhui’s hips tightly, his fingers digging into the flesh as he rides out the waves of pleasure.
Junhui’s body is limp beneath him, too overstimulated to move or speak. He feels Mingyu’s weight collapse onto him, the younger man’s breath hot and ragged against his back. Mingyu’s tears wet his skin, mingling with the sweat that coats them both.
"I’m sorry, hyung," Mingyu whispers again, his voice filled with guilt and exhaustion. "I couldn’t stop. I tried, I did but it felt too good."
Junhui turns his head slightly, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. "It's okay, Gyu," he murmurs, his voice soft and tired. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, hm?" Mingyu nods, sniffling lightly.
He gently pulls out, both of them wincing at the sensation. Mingyu’s hands are gentle as he cleans Junhui up, whispering apologies whenever he feels him wince. Once he's done cleaning himself up, he lies down next to the older who's already fast asleep. His heart clenches in his chest as he watches Junhui's peaceful face. Mingyu wraps them both in a blanket, turns off the lamp and closes his eyes, holding him close.
It, in fact, is not okay.
It's a whole week later when they find themselves in Junhui's bed again, naked bodies rutting against each other, lips leaving little gasps and moans as they kiss. Forget sex and kisses, Junhui had banned him from his cuddles as well. Soonyoung and Seungkwan would snicker whenever they saw Mingyu trail behind Junhui like a lost puppy, a puppy with his tail between his legs whenever Junhui glared at him when he tried to get close to him.
Mingyu's been desperate, his body aching with need. He was touch-starved. Or, Junhui-starved, as Minghao would say whenever he saw his best-friend looking at his other best-friend with a gaze filled with longing...and lust.
Now, finally back in Junhui’s bed, he feels relief wash over him, but it’s short-lived. Junhui pulls away abruptly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of sternness and mischief as he pushes Mingyu down onto the bed. The younger man looks up, wide-eyed and already trembling with need.
“Mingyu,” Junhui begins, his voice firm but not unkind. “Last time, you didn’t listen to me. You got too carried away, and it hurt me.”
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Mingyu says, his eyes cast downwards. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know you didn’t, but you need to learn that sex is as much about your partner's pleasure as it is yours. Tonight, you’re going to understand that.”
Junhui leans on the headboard and points to the spot between his spread legs, his gaze commanding. “Kneel.”
Mingyu hesitates for a moment, then complies, dropping to his knees between Junhui’s thighs. His heart pounds in his chest, unsure of what to expect. His cock is already painfully hard, but he knows better than to touch himself without permission. Junhui’s eyes soften just a little, but his resolve is clear. He didn't like punishing Mingyu but the latter needs to learn that it's important he looks after his partner's needs and knows their limits during sex. He came to him in the first place to learn exactly that, and teach he will.
"Hands behind your back," Junhui orders, his voice calm and authoritative.
Mingyu does as he's told, his fingers twitching with the need to touch himself, to touch Junhui. Junhui picks up the bottle of lube and pours some onto his fingers, warming it up before spreading it over his own entrance. Mingyu watches, his mouth watering at the sight, but he knows he must wait.
"Now, I want you to watch," Junhui says, his eyes locking onto Mingyu's. "And while you watch, you’re going to jerk off. But you’re not allowed to touch me, understand?"
Mingyu nods, his eyes filling with tears of frustration and need. "Yes, hyung. I understand."
Junhui smirks. He slides a finger inside himself, letting out a soft moan as he begins to prepare himself. Mingyu's cock twitches at the sight, and he wraps his hand around his length, starting to pump slowly.
"Don’t go too fast," Junhui warns, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "I want you to take your time."
Mingyu bites his lip, trying to keep his pace slow and controlled. He can feel the heat pooling in his abdomen, but the lack of contact with Junhui makes it feel like a hollow pleasure. His eyes never leave Junhui's body, watching as his hyung adds another finger, stretching himself open with practiced ease. The sight is almost too much to bear, and Mingyu's hand falters, his hips bucking into his own touch.
"Hyung, please," he whimpers, his voice cracking with desperation. "Let me touch you. I’ll be good, I promise."
Junhui shakes his head, a soft breathless laugh escaping his lips. "Keep going, Gyu."
Mingyu lets out a whimper, struggling to keep himself from going fast. The sensation is overwhelming, but the denial of what he truly craves makes it feel like torture. He watches as Junhui continues to prepare himself, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sight of Junhui fingering himself, the way his body arches and the sounds he makes, it’s all driving him to the edge. Tears slip down his cheeks as he continues to beg.
"Please, hyung. I’m sorry. I won’t make the same mistake again. Just let me touch you," he pleads, his voice barely more than a desperate whisper.
Junhui giggles quietly, the sound both sweet and maddening to Mingyu’s ears. His moans grow louder as he adds a third finger, stretching himself even further. "You’re not allowed to touch me, Mingyu. This is your punishment."
Mingyu’s hand moves faster, despite Junhui's warnings but the latter is too lost in his pleasure to care. His breaths coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to hold back his orgasm. His eyes are locked on Junhui’s face, watching the way his hyung’s expression shifts with pleasure. It’s a sight that’s both beautiful and torturous.
Junhui’s movements become more urgent, his hips bucking against his own fingers. "You’re doing well, baby. Keep going," he encourages, his voice breathless.
Tears keep flowing down red cheeks but Junhui showed no mercy. "Hyung, please. I need you. I’m so close," he whimpers, his voice breaking.
Junhui feels his own pleasure peaking as he wraps his other hand around his cock, tugging at it hard and fast while his fingertips grind on his prostrate. A few more tugs and he's coming with a loud cry. Mingyu whimpers at the sight and watches as Junhui removes his fingers, breathing heavily. “Not yet,” he says, voice husky. “You’re not done.”
Mingyu sobs openly now, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his release. He feels like he’s on the edge of sanity, every nerve ending screaming for more. “Please,” he begs one last time, his voice a broken whisper. “Please hyung, I can’t take it anymore.”
Junhui looks down at him, his expression softening, finally taking pity on the sobbing boy. “Alright, Gyu. You’ve learned your lesson.” He reaches out, his fingers gently caressing Mingyu’s tear-streaked cheek. “Come here, baby.”