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He unlocks the door with a sigh, the weight of the day ebbing away as he finally reaches the comfort of home.
Home, that usually permeates with the smell of warmth and clean laundry, hinted softly with the fragranced candles they decided to buy that month but has now instead been overtaken with the bitter bite of something crisp and burnt.
With a slight frown, Mingyu drops his keys atop the table set by the front door, toes off his shoes and strides into the living room, one hand in pocket the other combing through his hair as he mutters under his breath, “what the fuck?”
And then it’s clear why the smell of burnt toast lingers in their home.
Wonwoo is leaning against the kitchen countertop, back against the edge, long legs crossed at the ankles and eyes downcast, his mind clearly somewhere else as he nibbles at the side of his thumb.
“Hey,” Mingyu calls casually, unbuttoning the blazer he wears and draping the jacket over the barstool. “I think your toast might be extra crisp, love.”
He walks to stand beside the other man, a hand coming to rest on his lover's hip while the other presses the cancel button on the toaster that had wisps of smoke rising from the top. Two pieces of burnt bread pops up, and with the sound, Wonwoo’s body also jerks suddenly.
Feeling the other man’s startled movement, Mingyu moves to stand in front of Wonwoo, tilting his head as he slips his other hand down so he is holding onto his lover's hips, steading him.
“Wonwoo,” he calls softly, thumbs kneading into his boyfriend’s hips. The pressure he massages with isn’t too hard but it's enough to stir his lover’s attention away from wherever he was in his mind.
Blinking, Wonwoo finally looks up, a small smile gracing his lips. His movements are a bit languid and Mingyu takes note of it immediately.
“You good?” he questions with a concerned gaze, a large palm cupping his lover's cheek.
“I was hungry,” Wonwoo answers, a frown replacing the little smile on plush lips. “And you weren’t home yet, so,” he turns to look at his toast. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Mingyu smiles out fondly. “I don’t think it’ll taste very good.”
A small, disappointed groan sounds at the back of Wonwoo’s throat and his lips pursed together.
“Want me to cook you something else?” Mingyu continues to massage the other man’s hips with a firm grip while he studies Wonwoo’s expressions carefully.
Taking off his glasses and setting them aside, the man he holds shakes his head while rubbing his eyes. “It’s okay.”
“What was the last thing you ate?” Mingyu asks, adding a bit of firmness in his tone as he lifts a hand and juts Wonwoo’s chin up with a knuckle to peer into dark, inky eyes.
A small, sharp inhale and hooded orbs meet the taller man’s gaze and Mingyu knows .
“Soup.” It’s whispered out.
“When?” The question is laced with subtle demand.
“Before I left the home.”
And it all clicks into place for Mingyu.
The home. It was what Wonwoo refers to as the orphanage he grew up in.
It took some time, but with steadfast patience and unwavering support on Mingyu’s end, the older man confided in him about his time there. It wasn’t ever terrible or horrible recounts that one would assume based on media portrayal of abuse or immense physical neglect. Wonwoo had made a small group of friends from the home that he grew up with, called his siblings, and still meets up with to visit the orphanage every now and then. Together, they visit the people that had taken care of them, bringing donations to the new children that shyly look up at the older men with rounded eyes and intact, hopeful smiles.
No, it wasn’t an abusive story that causes haunting nightmares. But rather, it harbored the sense of loneliness, isolation, and cold emptiness… the sense of being unloved.
Days were spent quietly following behind the other boisterous children, never fighting for the attention from the small staff available because he didn’t want to bother them, didn’t particularly know if he deserved any attention or praise. Morning and afternoons were spent being well behaved in the corner of the playroom, reading and escaping through his imagination or silently watching other kids he said had ‘more personality’ be happily adopted and embraced, leaving the white painted walls of the home for hopefully somewhere warmer and well loved.
And nights…
Nights were spent entertaining the whys and what ifs… ‘Why did they leave me? Was I bad? What if I was a better kid? Would they have given me away? Why am I here?”
Wonwoo had confessed that as a child it was the worst time of the day, and it was something he couldn’t escape because night befell every day; moon taking place of the sun without fail.
Wonwoo didn’t visit the home very often. But when he did, Mingyu knew.
The younger man has trained his eyes to notice the slight rigidness in his lover’s posture, the arms that unconsciously wrapped around his own body as if trying to feel a sense of warmth, the flickers in beautifully dark eyes that wondered if he deserved love rather than loneliness… if he deserved warmth rather than the biting cold he felt growing up.
And from there, Mingyu steps in.
Just as now, where Wonwoo looks as if he is quietly lost in his thoughts, Mingyu firmly demands the other man’s attention, gently dominates his mind and guides him back to the reality of being fully treasured and unconditionally loved.
“Come here,” Mingyu utters softly yet with unabating resolution, pulling his lover to his chest.
The younger man’s lips brush slowly up and down the slender column of Wonwoo’s neck causing the latter to slip his eyes closed, breath falling between parted lips as he habitually tips his head to the side allowing the man that held him unbarred access.
“Next time,” Mingyu whispers against his lover’s neck, “tell me when you get home, kitten. I will be here when you do.”
And with a specifically said word, Wonwoo completely lets go, melting against the hold and giving an obedient sound of compliance that signals his headspace.
Kitten.
It was the endearment they had figured out that sent the older man into a blissful headspace, a verbal cue that signaled Mingyu was there to take care of him and he could safely let go because he wouldn’t fall.
“Gyu,” Wonwoo lightly whispers, fingers clutching onto the taller man holding him. “I need you.”
“I know, baby,” Mingyu assures, his grip around his lover is steadfast and grounding. “Candy, shower, bed,” he voices the simple expectations, lips still trailing feather-light, teasing touches along his lover’s sensitive neck. “Understood?”
Nodding at the directions and letting out a breathy “yes,” Wonwoo’s eyes flutter open, feeling Mingyu take his hand.
The younger man’s fingers grip thin wrists with a perfect, practiced pressure that was tight enough to ground Wonwoo but still keep him ascending in his slowly clouding mind as he pulls his body away from his lover’s and leads them the few steps towards the other side of the kitchen.
Mingyu pulls open a small drawer with his free hand, the other still holding Wonwoo’s wrist who waits behind him silently eager.
Licking his lips, he finds what he needs in a drawer full of various flavored candy they keep stocked. In the times that Mingyu decided he wanted to draw out his pamperings of his lover, he had found that the candy kept Wonwoo’s mouth full and patience intact, which was very shortened in the headspace he was in, and the sugar rush pleased the older man’s senses too. Plus, it was adorable seeing his boyfriend eagerly suck on a lollipop.
“What flavor, baby?” Mingyu turns and inquires, bringing out two options. Only two.
Trailing his eyes away from his lover, Wonwoo stares at the lollipops that are held in front of him, a giddy smile gracing his lips.
“Strawberry?” he asks, flicking his gaze up to Mingyu as if checking for reassurance.
“Cute.” With a grin, the younger man unwraps the candy before pulling Wonwoo closer. “I love you, you know that?” Mingyu murmurs on his lover’s lips, eliciting a spark of heat building in between both bodies.
Eyes slipping shut, Wonwoo leans forward placing a small, short kiss upon the taller man’s lips, which is soon reciprocated with a soft chuckle and Mingyu taking over the lead, setting the burning, passionate pace of the kiss; soft moans are pulled out, heated licks against tongues are tasted and inhibited gasps are dropped from Wonwoo’s lips as Mingyu pours every desirous feeling he has for his lover into the nips and kisses he gives.
Pulling back, the taller man sprouts an endeared grin at the small chase of lips Wonwoo does, eyes still closed and breath panting from the kiss.
Mingyu trails a thumb across his boyfriend’s cheek, gliding down a beautifully prominent jawline and brushing over plush lips.
“Open,” he commands.
And obediently, his Wonwoo does as told, lips parting and a small exhale falling from them as his eyes flutter open, a pretty sheen beginning to coat obsidian colored orbs.
“Good boy. Suck.”
Wonwoo preens at the praise, pink-tinted cheeks puffing and eyes forming into crescent moons as he is rewarded with his candy. A knot forms in Mingyu’s stomach at the pure happiness that spreads across his lover’s face.
It wasn’t a face the world often got to see. And the world was privy to many sides of Wonwoo with the older man taking up a career as a model upon being recruited and offered the opportunity a few years before they met.
Wonwoo liked his job, was exceptional in the industry and allured many people and brands with his multifaceted abilities and features. Yet, behind closed doors, out of the limelight and only in the company of one man did he save a few talents, faces, and acts of submissions for.
And Mingyu was well-versed at procuring everything from Wonwoo.
Encompassing his hand around Wonwoo’s wrist once again, Mingyu brings his boyfriend near, nuzzling his nose in the shorter man’s neck and kissing exposed, unblemished skin that he vows to paint with his bites through the night. His hands move under the loose hoodie Wonwoo wears, dragging his fingers lightly down his lover’s sides and getting drunk off the airy gasps and stuttered breaths his boyfriend releases.
“I-I, Mingyu, I–”
“I know, I got you, kitten,” he answers the other man’s slight whine, yet his hands continue to explore the expanse of hidden, soft skin, his fingers moving with expertise around Wonwoo’s body, drawing out sweet mewls and jolts.
Guiding his hand lower, Mingyu brushes his fingers over the thin material of the beige shorts his lover wears, caressing the growing bulge that he proudly curated with his ministrations.
A wave of heat flashes through his body as Wonwoo presses into his touch, a moan and a whispered “Mingyu,” leaving pink colored lips.
His lover is perfectly where he wants him to be, trembling and expecting more, clinging to every touch and feeling because he wants to be sent over the edge. And Mingyu is more than happy to be the one to lead him there.
Biting Wonwoo’s ear gently, Mingyu whispers “shower, now.”
Feeling a pleasing shudder run through his body that settles at his slowly hardening cock, the older man can only reply with a nod as he moves the sweet lollipop around to the other side of his mouth and clamps his lips shut as he is taken to their bathroom that is adjoined to their shared master bedroom.
Left with the instructions to undress and get the shower ready, Wonwoo does so, slipping out of his clothes and leaving them in a messy pile in the middle of the floor before sticking his hand under the pour of the water to feel if the temperature is right.
He enjoys the change from cool to warm and his body itches to stand beneath the stream of warmth. But he waits as patiently as he can for Mingyu to return. Mingyu, who will lead them into the steam of the shower. Mingyu, who will take care of him.
Using his tongue to play with the little candy in his mouth, Wonwoo stares at his toes, tapping them on the bath mat right outside the shower while his arms begin to wrap around his torso, beginning to notice how exposed and alone he was.
And perfectly on time as the doubt starts to set in, Mingyu returns, big brown sweater in hand and fresh towels being draped over the rack for later use.
Once his hands are free, Mingyu wastes no time to wrap them around a naked waist, pulling Wonwoo’s body against his own and slotting their lips together in a quickly heated, demanding kiss after taking out the lollipop and carelessly tossing it in the sink.
His hold is tight, his kiss is forceful and he doesn’t crane his neck down to meet Wonwoo, instead enjoying the tiniest of tiptoes his lover has to do to fully meet his kiss.
One hand moves to the back of his boyfriend’s neck, guiding his head to tilt and move the way he wants it to as they kiss, all the while fingers gently pressing, massaging and soothing against Wonwoo’s skin.
On Wonwoo’s end, his body is ablaze. His own hands are busy gipping the white button up that his lover wears, but they begin to loosen, skimming over the fabric to desperately find the plastic clasps that hold together his boyfriend’s expensive shirt.
Without breaking attached lips, Mingyu brings the hand that is tangled in Wonwoo’s hair down to encase his lover's smaller one, guiding him to the top button of the damn dress shirt that they both wanted off. His hand then slowly slides down the smooth planes of Wonwoo’s back, lower over the curve of his lover’s ass and coming back up to rest on defined hips, firmly massaging the area with his thumbs.
Between kisses and gasps from Mingyu’s touches, the older man slowly undoes the line of buttons while most of their bodies stay pressed together. His little task is accomplished and a grin blossoms on his lips as he pulls back, leaving Mingyu to chase his lips this time.
“Done,” Wonwoo announces, running a hand down a sun-kissed torso. His eyes travel demurely from the taller man’s gaze to the visible skin that his fair colored fingers contrast perfectly against and then back up again to lock with dark orbs while his fingers skitter along the waistline of his lover’s black slacks.
“Good boy,” Mingyu acknowledges while dipping his head down to trail heavy kisses along Wonwoo’s shoulder, up his neck and stopping with a whisper in his lover’s ear. His hand slips between their bodies to lightly grope his boyfriend’s cock, relishing in the surprised noise he is rewarded with as he strokes the hardening member in his hands. “I’ll prep you, wash you and then you can finish the rest, right kitten?”
Every word is hotly spoken and though Mingyu ends his sentence with a question, Wonwoo knows he is expected to comply. And he is more than willing to be a good listener.
With an obedient nod and gaze from his boyfriend, Mingyu presses a quick kiss to Wonwoo’s forehead. He smiles and lightly taps his lover’s butt, jutting his chin towards the continuing pour of the shower. “I’ll be there in a second.”
Wonwoo steps into the steam of the shower, a happy sigh escaping his lips at the splashes of water upon his naked skin. With his eyes slipping shut, his fingers brush over his own arms, chest, neck and torso, enjoying the wash of warmth. Trailing lower, his hands gently rub across his thighs, while his breath gets caught in his throat at his sensitivity. His fingers begin moving towards his cock that begs to be touched, stroked, pleasured… but he isn’t quick enough.
“Tsk, what are you doing?”
With his wrist suddenly pulled upwards and grasped in a tight hold, his back pressed to a firm chest, and hot words grunted in his ear, Wonwoo slowly blinks his eyes open, a lazy smile blooming on his lips.
“Enjoying the water,” he answers innocently.
A scoff is heard while the hold on his wrist tightens.
“A little too much,” Mingyu replies, tugging Wonwoo to turn around. With his free hand, he grips his lover's chin and tilts it back so glazy obsidian is staring into his own eyes.
“Rule one tonight,” Mingyu states, looking down at the man a hair’s breadth away from him. The hand that gripped Wonwoo wrist lets go, only to slide between their bodies to stroke his boyfriend's twitching cock. “This,” he whispers, voice dripping with guttural demand as his thumb teasingly caresses Wonwoo’s shaft, earning him a mewl. “Is mine.”
The man in his hold only replies with feeble moans.
“Understand?” Mingyu reiterates, eyes still locked on a dark pair. “No touching what’s mine.”
Wonwoo nods and gives an apologetic “yes” as he tips his head and leans up, giving his lover a light kiss upon his lips.
Acknowledging Wonwoo’s compliance, Mingyu takes his lover’s cock in a light hold, his thumb caressing the head teasingly, all the while murmuring sweet praises into his kittens ear; complimenting every aspect of his lover's body, telling him how well behaved he was, and showering him with hints of what’s to come.
Mingyu lathers his own body wash in his hands and rubs it over Wonwoo’s pliant frame, turning the older man around so that his boyfriend’s back is leaning against Mingyu’s chest. Wonwoo’s eyes are half shut and his neck rolls back at the purposefully slow caresses that Mingyu makes as he soaps up his lover.
“I like this smell,” Wonwoo murmurs over his shoulder while Mingyu rubs his soapy hands down his arms, lacing their fingers together. “Your scent.”
“I know you do,” Mingyu replies, pressing a kiss against his lover's temple, dragging his hands back up over Wonwoo’s chest, thumbs brushing teasingly over perked nipples. “So needy,” he grins as he steps forward, maneuvering his lover under the pour of the shower, washing off the suds while his thumbs rolled and worked the little buds. “So good.”
Leaning around Wonwoo, who enjoys the warmth that encased him, Mingyu grabs the bottle of lube they kept specifically for the shower.
“Ready, baby?” he whispers in Wonwoo’s ear.
Seeing a little nod, Mingyu gently guides his lover to lean his back against the wall of the shower and the older man throws his arms around Mingyu’s neck, clinging to him.
With a surprised gasp escaping Wonwoo as his sensitive skin presses against the cold tile of the wall, Mingyu soothes him with soft caresses down his sides and a languid kiss, tongue coaxing a roll of heat to build at the pit of Wonwoo’s stomach and between his legs.
Without breaking their locked lips, Mingyu runs his palm down Wonwoo’s thigh, then up again, slowly dragging his blunt nails against damp skin. He bites Wonwoo’s bottom lip upon hearing the guttural whine he pulls from his boyfriend and the clingy grip tightening around his neck as Mingyu forcefully brings up one of Wonwoo’s legs to wrap around his waist.
Pulling back from the kiss, Mingyu trails his eyes over his lover's pink-cheeked face, the heaving of his chest as he catches his breath again, and the prominent clavicles that innocently entice him to stain purple and red.
“You’re staring,” Wonwoo softly says, voice raspy with desire and lips a pink rose color.
“You make it hard not to,” Mingyu replies as he opens the cap of the bottle he holds, slicking up his fingers.
With a lazy grin and glazed eyes, Wonwoo tilts his head to the side while his fingers aimlessly run through the short locks by the nape of Mingyu’s neck.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs into Wonwoo’s ear as he leans forward, his hand moving low and fingers teasing a hot and begging entrance. “So patient and pretty.”
Preening under the praise, Wonwoo closes his eyes and lets his senses take over, enjoying the cloud that slowly seeps further into his mind.
The feel of his lover coaxing him open, gentle yet with purpose and promise of something greater, leaves Wonwoo clawing at Mingyu’s back and bearing down on the fingers inside him, whatever shards of reserve he held onto until now slipping away down the drain of the shower.
“Hnn Gyu— it’s good.” A shudder and low moans run through him. “Mingyu, please.”
Mingyu’s own cock feels thick and heavy at the sounds his lover is making that resonates through the steamy room and it does everything to fuel his fingers that shallowly fuck up into Wonwoo’s tight heat, stretching him loose.
Cradling the submission that Wonwoo hands willingly to him in these times always sparked something inside of Mingyu, something he never thought to amuse, something he didn’t think would monopolize his thoughts whenever he was here, controlling his lover’s pleasure with the mere push into his body.
His mind briefly entertains the thought of what his kitten sounded like when he was told to finger himself without Mingyu there and he wondered if Wonwoo was just as vocal and needy alone or if Mingyu was the only one that could pull it out of him.
Sensing his lover’s slipping restraint of holding back on releasing his pleasure, the younger man slows his ministrations, halting altogether to let Wonwoo steady himself.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Mingyu commends, dragging his hands up his lover’s spine and back down, while pulling him gently under the warmth of the water.
Wonwoo leans more heavily into Mingyu’s hold, pliant and willing to let his boyfriend do as he pleases to wash him down.
“I’ll rinse you off and then you need to do me a favor, love.” Mingyu speaks calmly while stroking his lover's hair.
Nodding compliantly, Wonwoo peels himself off the other man to peer up into dark, covetous eyes. The desirous gaze Mingyu gives him sends a thrill through Wonwoo’s body keeping him on edge with just a single hot, expecting look.
“Dry yourself off then get your box and find something to keep this stretched for me.” Mingyu glides his hand down Wonwoo’s ass, fingers indicating exactly what he was speaking of, though Wonwoo knew and was well practiced at keeping himself filled and ready for Mingyu.
“‘Kay,” he murmurs, stepping out of the shower with shaky legs.
Closing the glass door behind him, Wonwoo slowly dries his body off with the white, fluffy towel Mingyu had brought in and pauses as he considers slipping into the comfortable hoodie his lover also placed on the rack.
But before his inner debate can last long, in his hazy mind, he reminds himself that putting on the clothes wasn't an instruction. As agreed upon, Mingyu was always very articulate and specific when it came to the expectations he had for Wonwoo and the older man liked the security it brought him. He trusted Mingyu with his entire body and soul.
Dropping the towel onto the floor, Wonwoo kneels on top of it as he opens the cabinet door under the sink, taking out the simple wooden box that contains a small variety of toys and plugs that he routinely used to keep himself stretched and full.
Swallowing, a little noise sounds at the back of Wonwoo’s throat as he opens the box, unaware of Mingyu’s lingering gaze through the beads of water that pelt against the glass casing of the shower.
Sitting naked on his knees, staring into the little organized box, Wonwoo only has a few seconds to bite at his fingernail, wondering which he should use before Mingyu’s voice wraps soothingly around him.
“The purple one with the curved base, baby,” he instructs and Wonwoo obediently picks it up, setting the box aside.
The lube he pours on his fingers feels cold and it pulls a hushed whine from between his lips, which he bites down on as he concentrates on slicking up the plug between slim fingers and coating the toy up and down thoroughly.
Though he doesn’t mean it to be, the show Wonwoo puts on for a watching Mingyu has the latter inhaling and grinding his teeth to keep control of his own flaring emotions.
Deeming the toy decently prepped, Wonwoo leans forward, holding his weight on one hand and parting his knees while he brings the plug behind him. Pulling the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth, he guides it slowly inside his loose entrance with stuttered breaths and he feels a lump caught in his throat.
Wonwoo fucks himself with the plug, his eyes sliding shut and mouth falling open, moans breaking free as it stretches him wider and keeps his body hot and tingling. His senses are all on fire and he wants to keep going, but he wants to be good, wants what Mingyu plans to give him, so he slows his pace to a stop, thighs trembling.
And from inside the shower, Mingyu runs his tongue along his lips, tightens his jaw and takes a second to pull himself together as he combs his fingers through his wet hair before shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower
Wonwoo was always so good it drove Mingyu mad.
With rivulets of water that slide down his naked frame ignored, Mingyu grabs his lover up by the arm, anticipating and reveling in the surprised yelp he pulls from handling his boyfriend a bit more roughly than before.
Standing in front of the sink countertop, he pulls Wonwoo’s back against his chest, one arm wrapping around his waist while the other hand snakes up and wraps around the slim column of his lover’s neck, thumb gently caressing the smooth skin there while he makes Wonwoo tilt his head up due to the light hold.
Mingyu turns his gaze and peers into obsidian colored eyes through the mirror, his dampened locks leaving droplets on Wonwoo’s shoulders that slither down, dipping into pretty clavicles.
Leaning down slightly to press his body even closer, the taller man whispers hotly into Wonwoo’s ear without breaking eye contact. “You see the cute kitten in the mirror, baby?”
A hitched breath and nod is given while Wonwoo grips the edge of the countertop, feeling Mingyu’s palm drag across his waist and down his thigh, moving towards the back of his body.
“Keep your eyes on him,” Mingyu says, low and expecting. With painfully slow movements, he pulls and pushes the toy inside Wonwoo, earning shivers and groans from the other man that threaten to waver away his own patience towards the molasses pace he set from the beginning.
“Watch all his cute faces.” Dark eyes lock upon each other. “They’re all mine.”
And as always, his lover does as he is told; shining, ebony orbs never leaving the mirror or hiding behind shutting eyes. They stay obediently watching as Mingyu languidly fucks him with the plug, eyes shifting from his own face down to where his boyfriend has attached his lips to Wonwoo’s neck, teeth and tongue aiming to mark a redden blemish upon fair skin.
The hum of pain that shoots through his body from the bites and licks his lover gives escalates the pleasure that thrums through him, a desirable heat that had settled after stepping out of the shower taking over his entire body once more.
It was Mingyu. Always Mingyu. Every touch, every kiss, every demand given, had Wonwoo scaling higher and higher into the pretty clouds that capped his mind. And he enjoyed and craved every fucking second of it.
Being wrapped in his lover’s arms, having his mind and body dominated, submitting his will to the man he loved, gave Wonwoo a rush of ease and subtle confidence, knowing he was being the best boy he could be. There wasn’t any other pleasure that had made him feel so much warmth and it had to be Mingyu. Always Mingyu.
“Look at me,” the man standing behind him commands and Wonwoo does so, blinking the sight of his lover back into focus as he stares at him through the mirror. “I have something for you,” he hints.
Wonwoo doesn’t attempt to ask, instead letting himself be taken into the bedroom, his wrist so firmly gripped by the other man that when it is released, it almost hurts more.
“Sit.”
And he does so, eyes seemingly glued to his lover, but not because he was curious to what the other was doing but rather that Wonwoo’s mind was reaching a blissful state of being naturally high and his focus was slowly zoning into only his senses and the man giving him everything he desired.
Opening his bedside drawer, Mingyu brings out a long, silk cloth, the darkened color matching obsidian eyes that gaze up at him.
The cool drips of water that sparsely fall from his damp locks against his shoulders, leaving a trail down his back, isn’t enough to ebb away the heat that encases Mingyu’s body from the docile look Wonwoo gives him; eyes glassy and wide, waiting and wanting.
“You’ve been so good, kitten,” Mingyu utters lowly, two fingers tilting Wonwoo’s chin up as he looks down into pretty eyes.
Smiling shyly, Wonwoo turns his sight down to skim across his lover’s toned and wet body, until his eyes set upon the strip of silk Mingyu held.
Reaching out the short distance, his fingertips gently brush against the cool, soft material. Silk was always his favorite fabric; the smooth, softness of the material, the way it felt against his skin, the way it was loose and light yet gave him a sense of security… he loved silk.
Mingyu lets Wonwoo fiddle and play with the black fabric as he carefully climbs onto the bed, sitting himself on his knees behind his lover. His hands lightly graze down Wonwoo’s arms while he places gentle kisses along defined shoulders until their fingers tangle together, silk intertwined between digits.
“Here,” Mingyu whispers from behind Wonwoo, his arms wrapping around the other while bringing the material up to cover an obsidian gaze. He can imagine his lover’s lashes falling upon soft cheeks, mouth parting with an inhale, and fingertips tentatively feeling the blindfold as his vision is hidden behind the silk, sight stolen so every other sense can be heightened and exploited.
Tying it with perfect practice, Mingyu guides his boyfriend to lie on his back in the middle of the bed, a palm cupping Wonwoo’s cheek as he hovers over him.
“You good, baby?”
A quiet “yes” is given and Mingyu can see how every touch affects his lover, notices the immediate sensitivity at any little sensation and how it stutters the man’s breath, visible across Wonwoo’s entire, bare body.
“So cute,” Mingyu smirks, dragging his fingertips across his pretty boyfriend’s stomach, the other man arching his back with a moan, one that he tries to hold in, but ultimately fails.
“Second rule for tonight,” Mingyu speaks in his ear, his fingers teasingly tracing patterns across Wonwoo’s thighs, close to his aching cock. “Don’t hold your voice back.”
A gasp is pulled from Wonwoo as a sudden bite is felt against his chest, perked nipple caught between teeth and warm breath against his skin. Each touch was like fire and lightning racing through his body, everything hot and tingling.
“Mnn Mingyu,” Wonwoo exhales, pressing into the pulsing pain that washes over his chest, sending waves of heat through his whole body.
“Good boy,” Mingyu murmurs. “Again,” he grunts, biting down once more.
The small cry Wonwoo lets out has his lover soothing the pain away, tongue licking warmly against his chest. But the gentle hurt is overpowered by the wash of pleasure that stirs his cock and has him squirming in place, unable to keep still.
“Fuck,” Mingyu groans against Wonwoo’s chest, dragging his blunt nails down the other man’s sides, which pulls an abandoned mewl from his boyfrined.
The feeling of the body beneath him convulsing and pressing up against him wantonly, draws a growl from the back of Mingyu’s throat, his hips grinding down to keep Wonwoo’s in place on the bed.
The friction causes slim fingers to claw at Mingyu’s biceps, an unspoken plea for more that he knows too well. But instead of obliging, Mingyu gathers Wonwoo’s wrists in one hand and pins them above his head into the pillow.
Moving up to take an earlobe into the warmth of his mouth, Mingyu’s ragged voice breathes out, “behave” and that’s all it takes for Wonwoo to still his movements, except for the quivering of his thighs due to his lover’s free hand dancing teasing fingertips along the soft, sensitive skin there.
Giving a nip to Wonwoo’s ear, Mingyu travels back down, luxuriating in placing bites and kisses along the expanse of his lover’s neck and collarbones while his hand slowly releases its hold upon thin wrists that obediently stay crossed and in place.
As a reward, Mingyu drags a thumb around Wonwoo’s stretched rim, nudging the toy gently. With darkened, blown eyes, he watches how responsive his lover is, his own cock stirring between his legs. A tinge of irrational jealousy towards the damn plug flares briefly through Mingyu, seeing as how being filled with the toy had his lover panting and writhing. But it quickly subsides as his name is mewled out and he is reminded that Wonwoo belongs to him, that the man beneath him willingly gave Mingyu his entirety and only he could make Wonwoo come undone.
“You’ve been so good all night, kitten,” Mingyu says, tone raspy with desire, his fingers skittering across sensitive, fair-colored skin. “Don’t hold back anymore.”
He leans down, placing a kiss to Wonwoo’s hip while he begins pumping his lover’s cock with light strokes, his other hand alternating between gently scratching down his boyfriend’s sides and skimming across abused nipples that has Wonwoo shaking and whimpering without restraint.
“Come for me, baby.”
And obedient as ever, Wonwoo does; back arched, Mingyu’s name on his lips, and his painted release sheening across his abdomen.
Wonwoo’s uninhibited whines and moans fill the room and as his ecstasy hits, his mind is sent over the edge. His stimulated senses, the feeling of being in the hands of his lover’s demand, the prolonged teasing and edging of releasing his pleasure, and Mingyu’s acute expertise over his entire body, all account towards the feeling of floating yet continuing to experience every heated caress. And it’s ethereal.
Slamming his lips upon Wonwoo’s own, Mingyu dominates a heated kiss, licking into his lover’s open, yielding mouth. He has half a mind to drag his boyfriend up and fuck into Wonwoo’s glistening lips, knowing the other man would willingly take it and suck his cock wonderfully.
But instead, tonight, he promised to take care of every unspoken need his lover desired, attentively sending Wonwoo to cloud nine and guiding him to his pleasure with unwavering dominance and control.
Pulling back, Mingyu slips the black, silken blindfold off of Wonwoo, immediately noting the glassy, far off look in obsidian orbs that languidly blink open.
“Gyu,” Wonwoo whispers out, voice pitched higher and softer.
Thumbing away a stray tear, Mingyu’s eyes tune into the miniscule change in Wonwoo’s breathing, the spacy look all indicating his boyfriend’s state of mind.
“I got you, kitten,” he utters, hands brushing down Wonwoo’s lean body.
Lifting his lover’s leg slightly, Mingyu takes his time slowly pulling out the toy from Wonwoo, while the latter only gives a tiny whine.
Fingering the loose, wet entrance, Mingyu crawls over Wonwoo’s body, tossing the toy on the bedside table and reaching for the bottle of lube he had set up prior to their shower.
“One more time,” he commands, pressing a kiss to pink lips, fingers easily sliding in and out of his lover. “You can give me one more.”
He knows Wonwoo’s body better than Wonwoo does right now; learned what every subtle movement indicated, every sound made meant, and how to push the man beneath him to his limit and bring him safely back.
Sitting up between Wonwoo’s open legs, Mingyu bites his bottom lip, a lustful gaze studying the sight spread before him: disheveled, dark hair spilled atop the pillow, pretty, pale skin gleaming and stained wet with Wonwoo’s own pleasure, and alluring eyes all glassy and hazy.
Taking his cock in his hand, it doesn’t take much for him to be fully hard and the restrain it takes to not just get off at his pretty boyfriend gazing up at him beneath fanned lashes has Mingyu biting the inside of his lip and clenching every muscle in his body to stave off his orgasm.
“Fuck, Wonwoo,” he mutters.
Leaning back down, Mingyu latches his lips once again to his lover’s own, hips rocking against Wonwoo’s body under him while his hands slide beneath his boyfriend's back that arched up into him wantonly.
While guiding a slim thigh to wrap around his waist, Mingyu devours Wonwoo’s pliant lips, slotting their mouths together, licking against his tongue and groaning at the shy responses he receives back.
Mingyu kisses and touches his lover until Wonwoo is trembling once again, cock stirring against his own.
“Good boy,” Mingyu murmurs, slipping a hand between their pressed bodies, fingers toying with the leaking head of Wonwoo’s cock.
Without any comprehensible words, Wonwoo utters needy sounds that are met with Mingyu lining himself up to a wet and begging entrance.
Running his tongue against his teeth, Mingyu pushes into Wonwoo’s heat, his breath caught in his throat while his lover has no qualms of voicing the pleasure he felt.
It takes only several seconds for Wonwoo to wiggle his ass, trying to feel more of the cock that is moving at an achingly slow pace. He wanted more, wanted it harder.
Grunting, Mingyu picks up his rhythm, his cock being swallowed entirely by Wonwoo’s body, that greedily holds on to him and it drives Mingyu insane.
His curses mix with Wonwoo’s resounding moans and the air in the room is heavy with their sex. His body is on fire and it’s as if the water droplets that once clung to his skin evaporated and perspiration took its place beading down his neck and arms.
With the forceful pace Mingyu has set, Wonwoo slowly rides up the bed, not that he notices. But his eyes do flutter open at the hands that securely grip his hips, dragging him down, the cock inside him sliding deeper.
“Mingyu,” he breathes out airly, head thrown back as the man above him fucks into his body blissfully. “Gyu.”
It was as if the only thing he knew was his lover’s name and heat churning inside him. And in that moment, it was more than enough comfort.
Foregoing any words, Mingyu kisses Wonwoo while his thrusts become shallow and quick, rubbing and hitting the most sensitive spot inside his lover over and over again until he has him feebly trembling.
Panting, Mingyu holds back the raging fire that pitted his stomach, threatening to roll out of him at any second. He runs the palm of his hand up against Wonwoo’s body, feeling his shaking lover, admiring every damn fucking detail of him, and without full concentration on keeping his orgasm at bay, Mingyu’s pleasure slams into him, cock spilling inside Wonwoo’s tight heat.
And Wonwoo follows right after, second climax washing though his body that leaves him even higher in the clouds than he was before.
The release is euphoric and though his eyes are closed and his mind feels foggy and spacey, somewhere he can feel a warm body drop and press against his, arms wrapping around him while soothing phrases of “I love you,” and “you did so well,” are whispered into his ear, bringing a lazy smile to his face.
Mingyu runs his hand lightly across Wonwoo’s body, palm and fingers skimming sheening skin and sending chills across the man’s frame that trembles and jolts at the teasing touches. Moans and whines are pulled from the stimulating caresses, and Mingyu can’t help but grin at his lover’s beautifully vulnerable face; eyes closed, mouth parted and tiny gasps reaching his ears.
He takes a minute to catch his breath before gently maneuvering their bodies to where he was leaning against a pile of pillows, while Wonwoo leaned against his chest, face slightly turning to nuzzle in the crook of Mingyu’s neck.
“I love you,” he says quietly, placing a chaste kiss to the top of his lover’s head that was cuddled against him, gaining only a hushed murmur in return.
Pulling the covers up to swaddle the pliant form clinging to him, Mingyu reassures his lover he is still there beside him, speaking aloud adorations and praises as he runs his fingers through dampened midnight colored hair, letting Wonwoo fall between states of consciousness.
He had learned Wonwoo’s tells, learned his body, learned the signs and indication of where his lover was in his head, how far gone he was, how much further he could go, how to send him to cloud nine, and most importantly how to bring him back down.
Keeping his hold tight around Wonwoo, Mingyu lets the comforts of home that surround them sync their heartbeats while serene silence encompasses the room that is only broken by Wonwoo’s soft, shallow snores.
With quiet minutes passing and Wonwoo stirring awake once again with an incoherent mumble, Mingyu tilts his lover’s chin up, checking in on the other man who clings to him.
"I’m taking you to shower, love,” Mingyu speaks in Wonwoo’s ear, hand soothingly caressing the older man’s shoulder as he gently supports him into a sitting position.
Wonwoo is like a content pile of jelly in his hands, the older man’s body wanting to melt into Mingyu’s hold while his head bobbed sleepily as if the weight of it was too heavy. From past sessions, Mingyu had learned to keep a constant touch upon his boyfriend until Wonwoo had come down from his high unless he wanted to end up with a messy, crumpled lover on the ground.
Without breaking physical contact, Mingyu patiently maneuvers them to the bathroom, steading Wonwoo, whose tendency was to giggle at the state of his wobbling legs. It brings an endeared grin to the taller man’s lips as he starts the shower, pulling his lover against his chest.
The warmth, the unwavering touch of Mingyu, and the water against his skin slowly clears Wonwoo’s mind, his senses gradually returning with time as Mingyu combs shampoo through his hair, washes his body down gently, and speaks loving words into his ear.
Wonwoo is slowly able to return some endearments, answer his boyfriend’s simple questions, and move his own hands to wash and rinse his face.
But Mingyu takes over again, pampering him the rest of their time in the shower. And even once the water is turned off, the younger man tasks himself with drying Wonwoo off, pulling the oversized, brown hoodie he had brought in earlier over his boyfriend's frame and indulging Wonwoo in the small kisses he kept cutely asking for.
After pulling on a pair of sweatpants for himself, Mingyu leads them back into the bedroom, sitting Wonwoo down on the corner of the bed so he could properly dry his hair.
“How are you, love?” Mingyu asks, thoroughly dragging the towel through dark, damp locks.
“Mmm good,” Wonwoo murmurs happily, eyes focused on the overtly long sleeves that fell past his fingertips. He alternates flicking his wrists up and down, smiling at the hoodie sleeves flapping on his knees.
Tossing the towel on the side, Mingyu grabs a bottle of water, uncapping it and moving to stand in front of his sleepy boyfriend.
“Here, drink slowly. At least until here,” he says, indicating with a finger where he wanted Wonwoo to drink to.
Smiling, the older man takes the offered water, sipping and holding the liquid in his puffed cheeks as he pulls the bottle away from his lips, checking if he drank enough.
“Nope. More,” Mingyu encourages, which earns him a big sigh from Wonwoo, who swallows what he had before drinking another gulp. Instinctively, the younger man’s thumb comes up to swipe away the stray dribbble of water from his lover’s chin.
“Good boy,” he approves lightly as Wonwoo hands over the bottle with a scrunched nose, not being fond of drinking so much water at one time.
As Mingyu finishes what’s left before tossing the bottle into the trash, Wonwoo sleepily crawls up the mattress and slips under the covers, pulling the sheets to his chin.
Climbing in bed beside his boyfriend, Mingyu pulls Wonwoo in for a lingering kiss, palm cupping his lover’s face.
“You good?” he murmurs against Wonwoo’s cheek, placing a peck there before pulling back to peer into midnight colored eyes he adores.
“I’m always good with you,” the older man whispers in the miniscule space between them, a smile gracing his lips.
“You are,” Mingyu insinuates with a quick wink and a light pinch to Wonwoo’s hip.
A soft airy laugh is given. “I mean you always take care of me.”
Leaning in, Mingyu places a small kiss on Wonwoo's forehead. “I promised you.”
“You did,” the older man replies softly, smiling. “It was hard… and weird admitting certain things,” Wonwoo says quietly. “But you made it so easy. You always do.”
Leaning up, Wonwoo captures Mingyu’s lips in a sweet kiss, lashes fluttering as a hand slid from beneath the blankets to cup his lover’s cheek.
“Do you remember that night when I came to you? Do you remember what I said?” he murmurs against Mingyu’s lips.
“That you needed someone to rely on more than what an average relationship could provide,” Mingyu smirks before adding, “that you wanted me to be your Daddy.”
A loud laugh rings through the room as Mingyu sees Wonwoo’s scrunched face.
“Daddy?”
“You don’t like that?” Mingyu teases, brushing his nose against his boyfriend’s own.
“No,” Wonwoo laughs, shaking his head.
“No?” the younger questions again, moving to nuzzle his face against Wonwoo’s cheek playfully, arms around a slim waist.
“No!” Swatting the other man away with his sleeve covered hand, the older man can’t help but giggle before leaning in and whispering, “Not yet.”
Raising a brow, Mingyu pulls back, grin in tact before Wonwoo rolls his eyes, plopping his cheek against the other man’s chest once again, thick fingers instantly moving to brush through his hair comfortingly.
“You’re just my Mingyu,” Wonwoo says softly against bare skin.
“I’m your Mingyu,” the man assures, another kiss placed atop dark locks.
“Good. That’s all I need right now,” Wonwoo lets out faintly as the strings of sleep tug at him. Yet stubbornly, he quietly murmurs his last few thoughts aloud.
“That night, I said that giving you all of me was the first time in my life where I didn’t feel so cold, so powerless,” he says as his eyes slide shut. “I chose you to willingly give everything to and trusting you to always take care of me.”
Wonwoo’s words are sleepily said, yet Mingyu listens carefully, recalling every moment they shared that particular night when things shifted.
“And you made me feel like I belonged in this world…that I was wanted. It was the most I’ve ever felt like the decision I made was my own,” Wonwoo whispers. “The one time I didn’t feel so lost.”
And though the last few words are barely audible, the man in his arms giving into the temptation of sleep, Mingyu heard them. He always heard Wonwoo, even in the silence.
“I know, love,” Mingyu mutters, placing a tiny kiss on his lover’s head. “You’re not lost. I’ll always be here.” Shutting his eyes, Mingyu held Wonwoo closely. “You’re mine.”