THIS IS AU BECAUSE I DON'T FEEL LIKE DEALING WITH REALITY
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The trouble is that Mingi has this little smile—the littlest smile, more like a quirk at the corners of his lips—and a way of looking up through his eyelashes that makes Himchan pretty much want to do whatever Mingi wants, whenever he wants it. He's wondered a few times how healthy that is, but Mingi never uses it to get anything that Himchan isn't willing to give, and besides, Himchan's not even totally sure Mingi knows he's doing it—it seems like one of those things that just comes naturally to Mingi, like the way he flicks his fingers to get things off of them or the way he laughs when he thinks nobody's looking.
Right now, though, Himchan is pretty sure that Mingi knows exactly what he's doing. There's not a lot of room for interpretation when they're partially naked and tangled up on Himchan's bed, when Mingi's fingertips are tracing maddening circles just above the button of Himchan's jeans and he's sucking on his lower lip as he waits for Himchan to answer.
"But, I," Himchan says, "you," and then Mingi's fingers hook into the front of his jeans and his brain short-circuits a little.
The other trouble is that Mingi is small and delicate-looking, despite the heavy Busan drawl that he speaks when he's tired or just distracted, and he has pretty hands and a soft, curvy mouth and big eyes and Himchan is so, so unsure about whether it's, like, ethically wrong for him to want to have sex with Mingi. It's not a question of age of consent—Mingi's old enough, certainly—but there's something about him that Himchan just wants to protect and shield and take care of, and that's a little hard to do when you're busy spreading someone out on the bed.
Right.
The trouble is, Himchan's not totally sure what to say when Mingi does things like press his lips against the space just below Himchan's jaw and whisper, satoori and all, "Hyung, I want you to fuck me." Hence the circuitry trouble in Himchan's brain right now.
"Are you sure?" he finally manages, even though it's hard for Himchan to deny that he's getting harder by the second, cock twitching at the very idea of Mingi moaning his name. "I mean, that's a big thing, like, you really have to be sure about that—"
"Trust me," Mingi says, popping the button of Himchan's jeans. "I'm sure."
From there, it's startlingly easy. Scary, almost, how easy it is for Himchan to get Mingi out of his skinny jeans, and then out of his underwear, how easy it is to lose himself in drinking in the long, slender lines of Mingi's body. Mingi moves like he knows exactly what every part of his body is doing at all times, like he's not just on the other side of a growth spurt, like Mingi never went through the awkward phase of puberty where you're never quite sure what your body is doing (or maybe that was just Himchan). He's gorgeous, and when he's naked Mingi's mouth looks less childish than it does sultry, his eyes less innocent than they are wanting. Himchan is probably going to hell, but oh, god, it's going to be such a sweet trip.
Mingi is unfairly responsive, all soft sighs and whimpers as Himchan slides a lube-slick finger into Mingi's body. "Are you still sure?" Himchan asks, his palm pressed soothingly against Mingi's hipbone. "I mean, this is the weird part—"
"Hyung," Mingi says, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at Himchan. "Just shut up, okay? I'm sure. I've been sure."
It's a suckerpunch to the libido in the best way, and Himchan shivers, biting his lip against an undoubtedly dorky grin as he ducks his head down a little and presses his finger upward. Mingi's body is pliant and unresisting, and it's not long before Himchan is adding a second finger, and then a third, pressing upward until he finds Mingi's prostate and sends his back off the bed in a delicious arch. "It's pretty good, right?" Himchan asks, perhaps redundantly, massaging the pads of his fingers against that place over and over again.
Mingi gasps something so filthy it shocks even Himchan, and then adds, "If you stop I swear to god I'm going to claw your face off, oh, fuck, hyung."
"Well, then," Himchan says, and doesn't stop.
At least, he doesn't stop until Mingi tells him to, and by then Himchan is so hard that he feels like his entire being is concentrated in that throbbing ache between his legs. Mingi gasps "Wait," and reaches down to take hold of Himchan's wrist and pull his fingers out, offering a lazy smile as compensation. "You'll make me come," he explains, and Himchan shakes his head, not out of denial but because he's not sure he's ever going to get used to hearing words like fuck and come and cock coming out of Choi Mingi's mouth.
"Then what?" Himchan asks, a moment before Mingi shoves him down on the bed and straddles Himchan's hips in one smooth, easy motion. "—Oh."
"Yeah," Mingi says, "oh."
He reaches back with a hand slicked in lube—when did he even pick that up? Himchan didn't even notice—to smooth it over Himchan's cock, then hold it at the base, settling back onto it in slow increments. It's impossibly tight and hot and fantastic and honestly, Himchan's not sure what forces of god or devil made him say no to this for this long, when it feels like he fits into Mingi's body like he was meant to be there. Mingi is panting nonsense, lips parted and head tilted back, and he looks like the very picture of sin but yeah, Himchan's pretty far gone already, may as well go big or go home.
Settling his hands at Mingi's waist, Himchan swallows hard and says, "Tell me when you're ready."
After a moment of just breathing, Mingi looks down at him, that same half-smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Hyung, when I'm ready, you'll know," he says, and Himchan doesn't even have time to wonder what that means before Mingi starts to move.
1/2 bc i'm feeling like i'm gonna run out of space
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The trouble is that Mingi has this little smile—the littlest smile, more like a quirk at the corners of his lips—and a way of looking up through his eyelashes that makes Himchan pretty much want to do whatever Mingi wants, whenever he wants it. He's wondered a few times how healthy that is, but Mingi never uses it to get anything that Himchan isn't willing to give, and besides, Himchan's not even totally sure Mingi knows he's doing it—it seems like one of those things that just comes naturally to Mingi, like the way he flicks his fingers to get things off of them or the way he laughs when he thinks nobody's looking.
Right now, though, Himchan is pretty sure that Mingi knows exactly what he's doing. There's not a lot of room for interpretation when they're partially naked and tangled up on Himchan's bed, when Mingi's fingertips are tracing maddening circles just above the button of Himchan's jeans and he's sucking on his lower lip as he waits for Himchan to answer.
"But, I," Himchan says, "you," and then Mingi's fingers hook into the front of his jeans and his brain short-circuits a little.
The other trouble is that Mingi is small and delicate-looking, despite the heavy Busan drawl that he speaks when he's tired or just distracted, and he has pretty hands and a soft, curvy mouth and big eyes and Himchan is so, so unsure about whether it's, like, ethically wrong for him to want to have sex with Mingi. It's not a question of age of consent—Mingi's old enough, certainly—but there's something about him that Himchan just wants to protect and shield and take care of, and that's a little hard to do when you're busy spreading someone out on the bed.
Right.
The trouble is, Himchan's not totally sure what to say when Mingi does things like press his lips against the space just below Himchan's jaw and whisper, satoori and all, "Hyung, I want you to fuck me." Hence the circuitry trouble in Himchan's brain right now.
"Are you sure?" he finally manages, even though it's hard for Himchan to deny that he's getting harder by the second, cock twitching at the very idea of Mingi moaning his name. "I mean, that's a big thing, like, you really have to be sure about that—"
"Trust me," Mingi says, popping the button of Himchan's jeans. "I'm sure."
From there, it's startlingly easy. Scary, almost, how easy it is for Himchan to get Mingi out of his skinny jeans, and then out of his underwear, how easy it is to lose himself in drinking in the long, slender lines of Mingi's body. Mingi moves like he knows exactly what every part of his body is doing at all times, like he's not just on the other side of a growth spurt, like Mingi never went through the awkward phase of puberty where you're never quite sure what your body is doing (or maybe that was just Himchan). He's gorgeous, and when he's naked Mingi's mouth looks less childish than it does sultry, his eyes less innocent than they are wanting. Himchan is probably going to hell, but oh, god, it's going to be such a sweet trip.
Mingi is unfairly responsive, all soft sighs and whimpers as Himchan slides a lube-slick finger into Mingi's body. "Are you still sure?" Himchan asks, his palm pressed soothingly against Mingi's hipbone. "I mean, this is the weird part—"
"Hyung," Mingi says, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at Himchan. "Just shut up, okay? I'm sure. I've been sure."
It's a suckerpunch to the libido in the best way, and Himchan shivers, biting his lip against an undoubtedly dorky grin as he ducks his head down a little and presses his finger upward. Mingi's body is pliant and unresisting, and it's not long before Himchan is adding a second finger, and then a third, pressing upward until he finds Mingi's prostate and sends his back off the bed in a delicious arch. "It's pretty good, right?" Himchan asks, perhaps redundantly, massaging the pads of his fingers against that place over and over again.
Mingi gasps something so filthy it shocks even Himchan, and then adds, "If you stop I swear to god I'm going to claw your face off, oh, fuck, hyung."
"Well, then," Himchan says, and doesn't stop.
At least, he doesn't stop until Mingi tells him to, and by then Himchan is so hard that he feels like his entire being is concentrated in that throbbing ache between his legs. Mingi gasps "Wait," and reaches down to take hold of Himchan's wrist and pull his fingers out, offering a lazy smile as compensation. "You'll make me come," he explains, and Himchan shakes his head, not out of denial but because he's not sure he's ever going to get used to hearing words like fuck and come and cock coming out of Choi Mingi's mouth.
"Then what?" Himchan asks, a moment before Mingi shoves him down on the bed and straddles Himchan's hips in one smooth, easy motion. "—Oh."
"Yeah," Mingi says, "oh."
He reaches back with a hand slicked in lube—when did he even pick that up? Himchan didn't even notice—to smooth it over Himchan's cock, then hold it at the base, settling back onto it in slow increments. It's impossibly tight and hot and fantastic and honestly, Himchan's not sure what forces of god or devil made him say no to this for this long, when it feels like he fits into Mingi's body like he was meant to be there. Mingi is panting nonsense, lips parted and head tilted back, and he looks like the very picture of sin but yeah, Himchan's pretty far gone already, may as well go big or go home.
Settling his hands at Mingi's waist, Himchan swallows hard and says, "Tell me when you're ready."
After a moment of just breathing, Mingi looks down at him, that same half-smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Hyung, when I'm ready, you'll know," he says, and Himchan doesn't even have time to wonder what that means before Mingi starts to move.