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Wonwoo is thrown against the nearest wall as soon as the last person has stepped out of the practice room. He barely notices who it is because his entire line of sight gets covered by a hovering Mingyu who inches dangerously close till Wonwoo can count the number of eyelashes framing his beautiful chocolate-glazed eyes. Mingyu greedily latches onto his neck, licking one last stripe from the edge of his collarbones to his earlobe before biting into the skin there. Wonwoo stifles a groan while his hands methodically slip inside Mingyu’s black t-shirt to feel the expanse of taut muscles contracting below his fingertips.
Wonwoo tugs at his waistband, growing rather impatient, but Mingyu is swift in grabbing a hold of his skinny wrists and pinning them over his head. An embarrassing flush creeps up on Wonwoo when he notices Mingyu smirking down on him as both of his wrists fit perfectly within Mingyu’s right palm. Wonwoo isn’t what one calls slender, but somehow Mingyu always makes him feel so timid, he always folds when Mingyu exerts the unfair advantage his physique entails to manhandle Wonwoo. It only means worse because the older seems to like that a lot.
“Not so fast, princess”, Mingyu breathes out, his voice deep and low, too low for Wonwoo’s liking because something twists and tingles tight in his stomach.
It is Mingyu’s turn now to trace his hands down Wonwoo’s bare skin which shivers under his touch. Wonwoo doesn’t fight the whimper from falling out when those fingers brush against a nipple before Mingyu twists it carelessly, his sharp gaze never faltering from Wonwoo’s face as he bites down on his lower lip. The very next second, Mingyu reaches for the hem of his white tee before yanking it upwards till it pools right above Wonwoo’s chest.
He stares in confusion, but Mingyu is quick to explain, “You’ll hold that up for me, wouldn’t you?” His cheeks burn, but he nods in agreement. He parts his lips as the younger pushes the fabric between his teeth. “Now, you can scream as loud as you want.”
Wonwoo gets no time to react to that comment because Mingyu scrunches down by an inch before his tongue darts out to slide across the former’s chest. Wonwoo’s eyes roll back in pleasure as all the words die in his throat. His senses are clouded with Mingyu, who sinks his teeth in wherever he can, no doubt leaving a multitude of red and purple marks because that is his way of letting Wonwoo know who he belongs to. They cannot sleep with each other for months, but whenever Mingyu comes back, he doesn’t hesitate to keep Wonwoo in place. As time passes, Wonwoo keeps falling deeper and deeper. He is a weak, weak man.
“What did you think huh?”, Mingyu whispers, “…that you could show up in my t-shirt…” his teeth grazes against a fading hickey, “…with that godforsaken bedhead of yours…,” he bites into the flesh again, “…and expect me to not do anything?”
It had been a conscious mistake on Wonwoo’s part. He didn’t realize when he first put it on, but midway through searching for his wallet, he knew that the smell he was engulfed in wasn’t his own. Soon enough, he also realized that it evidently was two sizes larger on him. But he didn’t have it in him to change. They live together. Swapping clothes isn’t surprising.
Mingyu spits out, “You planned this. You knew I would react.” He doesn’t ask, he states.
And okay, so Wonwoo may have thought that too, but sue him for wanting to have Mingyu. It had been too long, and it came upon him to take matters into his hands if Mingyu was acting like a fucking saint.
“Mm- Mingyu…”, he muffles out.
“Yeah?” Mingyu stands back up to his height, towering again. He pulls the shirt out from Wonwoo’s mouth before slurring out, “What do you want me to do?”
“Don’t act so smug now”, Wonwoo somehow snickers but it is difficult to take him seriously when Mingyu still has his hands caged.
“Acting like that won’t do you any good”, Mingyu tsks but his hands work through the button of Wonwoo’s jeans before they are already inside, palming him recklessly.
“M-Mingyu, c’mon just-” his words are choked when Mingyu’s grip tightens. Wonwoo knows he’s not giving it easily. He will have Wonwoo spell it out before fucking him senseless.
“What? What should I do? Do I stop?” Wonwoo almost cries when Mingyu retracts, creating a little bit of space between their bodies, enough to push the other to the edge, “What if I leave you now? Like this? Maybe you can take care of yourself.”
“Christ, Mingyu, will you just fuck me already?”
The younger’s eyes darken at that. He moves closer, so unbearably close- their foreheads are pressed together, their noses are touching. If Wonwoo reaches up just a little, he can taste Mingyu’s lips on his. But Mingyu wouldn’t let him have that privilege yet.
“Beg”, his words are cold on Wonwoo’s ears. A tremor runs down his spine. Mingyu waits, and waits, unmoving and stubborn until Wonwoo finally has the words prepared for him.
“Gyu…please…”, he sputters out, “Will you please-”
Mingyu knocks the air out of his lungs when he kisses him, tongue darting in immediately after, eating out every moan Wonwoo makes. He detaches only to lean down and help Wonwoo out of his pants, pausing to occasionally pepper kisses on the inside of his pale thighs. Wonwoo groans loud, his back arching, when Mingyu takes him in his hand but he doesn’t let it linger long. Mingyu is losing patience too as he lowers his own sweatpants before his arms secure around Wonwoo’s naked waist, the cue for the latter to jump up and wrap his legs around Mingyu.
“Tell me if it gets uncomfortable.” Mingyu places a soft kiss on his lips, and it’s moments like this that cause Wonwoo’s heart to melt, and it’s also moments like this where he never understands Mingyu.
He somehow manages to reply, “I will.”
The events begin blurring out to Wonwoo right after Mingyu starts moving inside him. All he registers are his high-pitched moans reverberating against the empty space, paired with Mingyu’s low, raspy grunts hitting the same walls a second after him. He nails dig through the flimsy material of Mingyu’s tank, into his shoulders, and Mingyu groans in response, increasing his pace and thrusting into Wonwoo more desperately.
Wonwoo is no longer in the right headspace. All he can see, smell, feel, and hear is Mingyu. He loses count of the amount of times he screams out his name, but it doesn’t matter because Mingyu seems to have moaned back every time. The final time, though, Mingyu captures his lips before he could speak, thus letting Wonwoo moan his name right into his mouth.