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"What do you think?"
Hongjoong asks, not bothering to look up from his laptop as he asks the question and pausing the audio file. Mingi gives him a simple answer with a smile, his eyes hungrily eyeing the smaller's figure from head to toe.
He's been wanting to be alone with the leader the whole day but every time he got close to accomplishing that someone would come in just to stop him from what he wanted to do.
This time though, he made sure he locked the door when he came into the studio, hoping that nobody would want to talk to Hongjoong while they are here. Everyone should be busy right now anyway so he hopes for the best.
"Okay good, so I thought that maybe we could..."
The leader trails off when he notices Mingi stand up from his seat on the couch, looking over at him and giving him a small smile before looking back.
The younger rapper makes his way towards the standing leader, resting his hands on his lower back before letting them get around to his waist. He smirks when the smaller's breath hitches, leaning down and trailing kisses down the side of his neck.
By the way Hongjoong pushes back against him, his head tilting to the side and giving Mingi more space, he knows he wants this as much as Mingi does.
"Mingi..."
Hongjoong sighs, humming at the feeling of the younger's lips against his sensitive neck. He shivers when Mingi sets his hands on his hips and pulls him firmly against his front, feeling himself lean into his touch as Mingi moves closer and bites the side of his neck.
"Right now?"
He asks after a few seconds and Mingi only hums and nods, still trailing kisses up and down the side of his neck and shoulder. He wants Hongjoong, now, and he doesn't care about anything else. Hongjoong smiles and carefully turns around to face the younger rapper, his hands sliding up his chest.
"Okay."
He says, cupping Mingi's face and leaning in to press their lips together. Mingi tilts his head up, trying to deepen the kiss as lust takes over him, his hands sliding under Hongjoong's sweater. The leader pulls away for a moment, sighing shakily while Mingi's big cold hands caress his stomach and sides, his glittery eyes looking up into Mingi's.
The younger holds his gaze as his hands move to unbutton his jeans, sliding down the zipper before turning Hongjoong around again. The leader leans down on his elbows, reaching into the drawer to pull out a bottle of lube and place it on top of the desk.
Mingi hums, his long fingers hooking in the belt loops of Hongjoong's jeans and pulling them down before doing the same with his boxers, pushing the fabric just below Hongjoong's knees.
He smiles when Hongjoong shivers, leaning more forward and exposing himself to the other more. He reaches for the bottle, pouring some of the gel on his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up a little, leaning closer and bringing his hand down to the leader's entrance shortly after.
"Relax for me."
He whispers into the older's ear lowly, chuckling at how fast he nods his head. He begins circling his fingers around the ring of muscle, feeling Hongjoong's tense pose relax under his hands before pushing the finger in. The leader whimpers, humming at the feeling of something inside of him. Mingi starts moving his finger, adding the second one and scissoring Hongjoong open a little while later.
The smaller moans quietly, his hands coming up to cover his mouth and eyebrows drawing together. Soon the two fingers turn into three and Hongjoong rocks back against them, silently begging Mingi to give him more. The younger rapper then carefully pulls his fingers out, earning a whimper.
He pours more gel on his hand, lubing himself up and groaning at the feeling. He wants to be quick, not that he wouldn't want to enjoy his time with Hongjoong but they are also both busy, he wants to get them off to think better and he wants to do it as fast as he can. He pulls Hongjoong closer by his hips, lining himself up with his entrance and slowly and carefully pushing in with one hand sliding up to his waist.
"F-Fuck... Mingi..."
Hongjoong groans, gripping the sides of the desk. Mingi smirks, his other hand moving up Hongjoong's clothed back after letting go of himself, his fingers tangling in his hair. The leader's mouth falls open as his head is gently pulled back, his back arching in the process.
Mingi frowns softly, waiting a few more seconds before rocking his hips forward. Hongjoong hisses, his hands bawling into fists on the smooth surface of his desk, wanting to hold onto something.
He grunts, leaning back against Mingi's frame and sighing. Soon enough the young rapper sets a faster, but still careful, pace, causing Hongjoong to jolt forward slightly with every thrust. Mingi sighs, resting his free hand on Hongjoong's hip and holding him tightly.
Hongjoong gasps softly when the other hand wraps around his throat, not applying any pressure whatsoever but still being there. Mingi smiles and leans down, flicking his tongue over one of the leader's many piercings before moving lower and gently biting his neck. The older's breath stutters, his cock twitching against his stomach.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing and drawn out whines Hongjoong hums, slipping one hand between the desk and himself, wrapping his fingers around the base of his shaft.
He strokes himself in time with Mingi's rough thrusts, needy whimpers and breathy moans escaping his mouth. He grunts loudly, pushing back against the younger rapper and speeding up his hand when he feels the familiar warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"I wanna come... can I?"
Hongjoong asks shakily and Mingi chuckles, deciding on not answering him right away. The leader whines behind gritted teeth, a tear rolling down his cheek. The taller pulls away after a few seconds, looking at Hongjoong with narrow eyes. The leader whimpers, looking away with blush covering both of his cheeks, embarrassment showing on his face.
"Please?"
He pleads, beginning to tremble. Mingi hums in amusement before nodding, speeding up his pace to push himself over the edge as well. Hongjoong cries out, his eyes screwing shut as the warmth grows.
It doesn't take long before the leader tenses up, coming hard into his hand. Mingi slows down, pulling out shortly after as Hongjoong's whimpers throw him over the edge and he finishes on the leader's lower back. The older groans in disgust, making Mingi chuckle.
The young rapper then shakily cleans them both up, pecking Hongjoong's cheek before leaving the studio.