out of the dark and into a dream
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Explicit★WooGi★1466 words★Complete
Summary:
See, Mingi was almost never one to succumb to tears in most other situations, least of all in front of any cameras or Atiny, so it wasn’t a common sight to see.
But in private, the rapper was such a needy, whiny slut, especially under Wooyoung’s almost mean hand, it was easy to drive him to a pathetic, sobbing mess.
Tags & CW:
Deepthroating, Rough Oral Sex, Dacryphilia, Dom/sub, Dom Jung Wooyoung, Sub Song Mingi
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There was truly something addictive about having someone like Song Mingi like this—on his knees with his hands clasped behind his back, throat and chin soaked with thick globs of spit, eyes hazy, lips swollen and such a deep shade of red one would think he was still wearing a tint. And the tears—God, how Wooyoung loved how wet Mingi’s eyes were, how more than a few tears had already fallen over the course of their session and soaked his cheeks.
See, Mingi was almost never one to succumb to tears in most other situations, least of all in front of any cameras or Atiny, so it wasn’t a common sight to see.
But in private, the rapper was such a needy, whiny slut, especially under Wooyoung’s almost mean hand, it was easy to drive him to a pathetic, sobbing mess.
Mingi looked up at Wooyoung through his damp eyelashes and opened his pretty mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sticky gurgle. Clearing his throat, Mingi spat another thick string of saliva out to join the mess on his chin with a shuddering, moan that sounded more like a growl with how abused his throat already was.
“Please,” he rasped, blinking a few more tears free from his lashes as he stared adoringly up at Wooyoung. “Please.”
That was the most intoxicating part for Wooyoung. That Mingi could look so ruined, so abused even, and he still looked up at Wooyoung like he hung the moon and the stars and everything in between. It was so damn sweet, he wanted to drop the charade and give the rapper everything he ever wanted.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked instead, his words gentle but his tone condescending. “Use your words.”
“Want you in my mouth again,” Mingi whimpered, sinful lips quivering as Wooyoung’s grip in his hair kept him away from what he wanted so badly.
“Mm, I think you can ask nicer than that, sweetheart,” Wooyoung replied flatly, struggling with his desire to immediately acquiesce. It was always hard staying in character, and it took a while for him to build up the baseline tolerance for Mingi’s inherent sweetness. But Wooyoung knew that the reward for holding strong was well worth it.
“Please, let me suck your cock again,” Mingi whined, looking pleadingly up at Wooyoung with his eyebrows pinched so beautifully. But there was something in his eyes that hinted at defiance in a way that Wooyoung didn’t approve of.
Shifting his balance, Wooyoung pressed the sole of his boot up against Mingi’s weeping cock, relishing in the way that defiance immediately drained from the rapper’s eyes. Immediately, Mingi tried to squirm away, but Wooyoung’s tight grip on his hair kept him in place.
“Ask properly, Mingi,” Wooyoung says sternly, pressing his boot into Mingi’s cock just a bit harder, grinning as more tears sprung to his eyes.
Sobbing, Mingi’s eyes fluttered as a beautiful flush lit up his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Please, I wanna suck your cock so bad, want you to fuck my face. I wanna choke on it until you come. Wanna taste your cum so bad, Wooyoung, please, please, please,” he babbled desperately, tears beginning to fall again.
The sight of the new tears was enough to make Wooyoung moan, and at that he let his knee flop to the side while he kept his foot pressed to Mingi’s cock. Releasing his hair, Wooyoung gestured toward his cock and said, “get to work, then.”
Mingi leaned forward to take Wooyoung into his mouth, letting out a pained whimper as the movement forced him to press his cock even harder into the boot on his dick. But like the beautiful, perfect slut he was, Mingi pushed through until his mouth closed around Wooyoung’s cock.
Wooyoung let Mingi control the pace for a few moments, just enjoying the way his tongue worked his dick so perfectly, relishing in the quiet little gags Mingi made when he wasn’t careful enough. When Mingi started to look blissed out, Wooyoung knew it was time to take control. Not to mention, he was quite close after everything they had already done so far.
Shifting his feet, removing the one that was notched against Mingi’s cock in favour of bracing both on the floor, Wooyoung rested his elbows on the arms of his chair before lacing his fingers together on the back of Mingi’s head, tangling them in his hair.
“Deep breath, Princess,” Wooyoung said mockingly before he thrust up into Mingi’s mouth before he could have possibly registered his words. Ignoring the way Mingi gagged, Wooyoung held himself right there, moaning loudly as Mingi’s throat constricted around the head of his cock.
From there, Wooyoung started a selfish, brutal pace fucking Mingi’s perfect mouth, eyes rolling back every time Mingi gagged and choked on him. When he was dangerously close, Wooyoung dropped into the chair and lifted Mingi’s head to get a good look at him one last time.
Mingi was an absolute wreck, eyes completely glazed over, his chin and neck absolutely soaked with thick, stringy saliva, and his cheeks wet with tears that were still falling. He was gorgeous like that, sobbing out gurgling little pleas, barely understandable at that point.
“I’m going to come, Princess,” Wooyoung said, swiping a hand through the mess of spit on Mingi’s throat before wrapping it around his own cock and stroking. “You’re going to swallow every last drop.”
Mingi sobbed and nodded as much as the hand in his hair allowed. “Please, please, I’ll be so good, I want it so much,” he babbled desperately, eyes rolling back as a fresh wave of tears spilled down his messy cheeks.
That’s what does it for Wooyoung, as always—the tears.
The moment he felt the coil in his gut about to snap, Wooyoung dragged Mingi back onto his cock until his perfect lips are wrapped around the base, his beautiful nose pressed against his pelvis. Mingi gagged beautifully, especially as Wooyoung’s release spilled straight down his throat, and even though he choked the whole time, he managed to swallow almost all of it.
When Wooyoung lifted Mingi up off of his cock that time, he immediately cupped his tear-stained cheeks with both hands. “You were so perfect, Princess,” Wooyoung cooed happily, finally allowing the warmth he felt for the beautiful man kneeling at his feet fill his voice. “What do you want, baby?”
Mingi sobbed, choking a bit on the spit and cum he was still working on swallowing, before saying, “wanna come. Please, I wanna come.”
“Oh, sweet thing, you know you don’t have to wait for that,” Wooyoung breathed, even though Mingi’s restraint always filled him with pride. Denying Mingi his release was never something Wooyoung cared enough to do in the first place, and didn’t enjoy doing it when he gave it a try once or twice. Denying Mingi was never necessary to get the man to cry like he enjoyed.
“Wanted your hand,” Mingi confessed quietly, sucking in a shuddering breath. “Please, Wooyoung, want you to touch me.”
Warmth burst in Wooyoung’s chest, and he immediately nodded. “You’ve definitely earned it, baby,” he cooed warmly before he leaned down and kissed Mingi’s slack, messy mouth. Pulling away he stood up and stepped to the side. “Lean forward, arms crossed on the chair.”
Mingi immediately obeyed, and Wooyoung ruffled his sweaty hair affectionately. As Mingi got into position, Wooyoung knelt behind him, draping himself over Mingi’s back and wrapping his arms around him until both of his hands are on his thick cock.
“Take what you need, baby,” Wooyoung sighed, pressing a delicate kiss to Mingi’s shoulder blade.
That was all the permission that Mingi needed before he was jerking his hips forward, sobbing out a breathless, “thank you.”
It didn’t take long, only three or four thrusts before Mingi was tensing up in Wooyoung’s arms and practically screaming as he came all over the floor. Wooyoung cooed endless praise as he tightened his fists around Mingi, stroking his cock and milking every last drop from his release until Mingi whimpered a weak, “too much.”
Releasing Mingi’s softening cock, Wooyoung instead wrapped his arms around his middle and held him while Mingi caught his breath. There was a lot of cleaning up to do, and Mingi had a lengthy and hands-on aftercare ritual to attend to after such an intense session, but Wooyoung allowed them a few moments to bask in a gentle embrace together.
“Love you, Wooyoungie,” Mingi mumbled into his crossed arms, and Wooyoung felt his whole body light up.
With a terribly fond smile, Wooyoung leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of Mingi’s jaw, and murmured, “love you, too, Mingi-ya.”
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It was clear the direction Mingi’s actions were heading, and Hongjoong knew he should walk away, or knock and stop Mingi before he properly started.
He knew it was wrong to watch what was about to happen.
Tags & CW:
Voyeurism, Masturbation, Mildly Dubious Consent
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Hongjoong was about to head home for the night when he remembered Mingi telling him that he’d be staying late running through some of his solo choreography. The other rapper didn’t stop by the studio on his way out to say goodnight as he normally would, so Hongjoong could only assume he was still in the dance studio.
With a fond huff, Hongjoong shifted the strap of his bag up onto his shoulder before heading that way. It felt odd, being the one saying goodnight first, Hongjoong mused to himself.
The lights were already turned low in the hallway outside of the dance studio, but the lights inside were still on which meant that Mingi was definitely still there. With the frosted glass in the door, the studio lights added a bit of illumination to the dark hallway that Hongjoong appreciated.
As he approached, Hongjoong could hear the pounding beat of Mingi’s song, and his smile broadened. It was perfect for Mingi, and he couldn’t be prouder of the other rapper for creating it.
As he came up to the door, he paused before opening it and instead peeked through the line of clear glass, excited to see some of what Mingi had prepared. Hongjoong knew he’d be seeing it soon enough, what with preparing for the world tour and everything, but a little sneak preview wouldn’t hurt.
What he wasn’t prepared for was the sight of Mingi shirtless, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants slung low enough on his hips that the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs was fully visible. Hongjoong had an excellent view of Mingi’s muscled back, but also his front in the wall of mirrors he was performing in front of. The other rapper’s pale skin was shiny with sweat, his hair soaked with it as well and shoved back out of his face.
Hongjoong felt a burst of saliva flood his mouth as he imagined tasting Mingi’s skin before he forcibly dismissed those thoughts. That was no way to be thinking about Mingi, he scolded himself, though that was far from the first time he had thought those things. It was far from the worst thoughts he’d had about Mingi, that was for sure.
Internally shaking the thoughts from his head, he returned his full attention to monitoring Mingi’s movements as he went through the paces of his choreography. Hongjoong’s eyes tracked the powerful swings of Mingi’s arms, the fluid way his body moved and rolled with the music. It seemed that Mingi was mostly testing out different facial expressions as he ran through the same block of choreography over and over, and Hongjoong found himself actually calming down a bit.
Hongjoong was about to make his presence known once he had gotten control of his thoughts when Mingi reached down and grabbed his crotch, biting his plump bottom lip and tipping his head back with a smirk. With his other hand, he lifted it above his head in his special little salute. The line of his long body was gorgeous under the white light of the studio, shimmering with sweat as it was. With the unforgiving lighting, there was no missing the way Mingi’s grip on his crotch shifted just enough that it was clearly wrapped around the very hard length of his cock through the layers of his clothes.
Releasing a shaky breath, Hongjoong felt his own arousal pulsing within the snug confines of his slacks.
Inside the studio, Mingi lowered his hand to lean the same elbow against the mirror in front of him, head dropping forward as he massaged the thick bulge in his pants. It was clear the direction Mingi’s actions were heading, and Hongjoong knew he should walk away, or knock and stop Mingi before he properly started.
He knew it was wrong to watch what was about to happen.
With that thought, Hongjoong looked toward the reflection of the door in the mirror. With a start, he realized that with the dim lights in the hallway against the bright lights inside the studio, paired with the frosting of most of the glass, he was barely visible where he stood. That revelation had something flip-flopping in Hongjoong’s gut, his gaze swinging back to Mingi’s reflection.
While he had been distracted, Mingi had slipped a hand below his waistband, touching himself properly. Hongjoong’s eyes were riveted to the movement of Mingi’s hand within the confines of his pants, and he lamented that he couldn’t actually see what Mingi was doing. While Hongjoong had seen Mingi in various states of undress over the years, he’d never had the pleasure of seeing Mingi hard, so he could only imagine the length and girth.
The thought alone had Hongjoong salivating all over again.
With a shaky moan of his own, Hongjoong got his fly open and shoved a hand down the front of his pants to get some relief, eyes locked on Mingi’s crotch in the reflection to maintain some semblance of restraint. He wouldn’t be able to look at Mingi’s face, he knew himself well enough for that.
After a couple minutes, Mingi turned around and leaned his back against the mirror, and to Hongjoong’s simultaneous delight and dismay, Mingi shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees, putting himself on full display.
“Oh, fuck,” Hongjoong gasped, watching Mingi’s long fingers wrap around his huge cock, and he desperately stroked himself, keeping pace with the other rapper.
It was heady, standing there and watching Mingi pleasure himself, knowing the whole time that he should walk away. Hongjoong knew he shouldn’t be standing there, that if he got caught, Mingi would have every right to report him.
Mingi’s other hand moved from where it was hanging next to his hip, snatching Hongjoong’s attention instantly. He watched, mouth going dry, as Mingi’s long fingers dragged along the bumps and ridges of his abs, trailing through the sheen of sweat on its way to his chest. When his fingers landed on one of his nipples, Mingi gently rolled his thumb over it, and Hongjoong could see the way he moaned at the new stimulation with the way his entire chest expanded and shuddered.
The sight made Hongjoong want to storm in and immediately attach his mouth to the neglected nipple. He wanted to make the gorgeous man bleed with how much he wanted to taste and claim and take.
With a too-loud groan of his own, Hongjoong braved looking at Mingi’s face again, wanting to see what he looked like lost in desire like that, and his veins filled with ice.
Mingi’s head was tipped forward, some of his sweat-damp hair falling forward and hanging a bit in front of his face, his gorgeous mouth open with whatever sinful sounds Hongjoong was sure he was making. What had Hongjoong freezing were Mingi’s eyes, heavy-lidded and hazy, but ultimately looking directly at the door where Hongjoong was hiding.
Mingi was looking directly at him, meeting his gaze even from across the room.
Hongjoong tried to move from his spot, to turn around and flee, to go inside and beg for forgiveness, something that wasn’t just standing there jerking off—because naturally, his hand hadn’t stopped despite getting caught. Actually, it appeared he was even harder, and a truly humiliating glob of precum blurted from the tip.
As Hongjoong struggled for a response that wasn’t continued masturbation, Mingi tipped his head back with a sinful roll of his eyes and slowly sunk to his knees, looking up through his lashes at the door. Sucking in a sharp breath, Hongjoong watched as Mingi opened his mouth and lolled his tongue out, lifting the hand that was teasing his chest so that he could suck on his own fingers suggestively. When Mingi’s eyes fluttered open to meet Hongjoong’s gaze again, the message was loud and clear.
Mingi wasn’t just okay with Hongjoong watching him like this, he liked it, and he wanted more.
Letting go of his own cock, Hongjoong opened the door to the dance studio and stepped inside.
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Hongjoong felt like he should win some sort of award, if he was being honest. Some kind of Survived Yet Another Concert Without Jumping Song Mingi award.
Tags/CW:
Possessive Sex (non-toxic), Barebacking, Top Kim Hongjoong, Bottom Song Mingi, Tooth-rotting Sappiness, Established Relationship
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Hongjoong felt like he should win some sort of award, if he was being honest. Some kind of Survived Yet Another Concert Without Jumping Song Mingi award. Truly, the effort was herculean—he would challenge anyone who argued otherwise (such as Wooyoung), asking if they had ever seen Song Mingi (Wooyoung, of course, had, but that’s not the point).
But every time, every show, Hongjoong would perform as close to a perfect show as possible with the rest of his members, all the while watching Mingi move with something hungry and demanding. He’d spend the whole set watching the way Mingi danced, the way he flirted, the way he would grab himself and bite his lip and stick out his tongue.
And Mingi would catch him watching, every single time, and that was how Hongjoong knew that the show was for him. Of course, it was for Atiny to a certain extent, but it was for Hongjoong, a promise and a request all in one.
When the show ended, Hongjoong made a point to keep his distance just enough that Mingi didn’t press his luck while out in public, but not so much that Mingi was discouraged. It was a delicate balance that Hongjoong perfected over time.
They made it all the way to Hongjoong’s suite (where Mingi’s bag was already dropped the night before) before Mingi made the first little noise of impatience. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Hongjoong had crowded Mingi against it, twisting his hands in the front of his shirt to kiss his neck.
“Let’s shower, first,” Hongjoong murmured when Mingi whispered a soft ‘please’ into the quiet room. “I’ll take care of you.”
Mingi happily allowed Hongjoong to guide him into the bathroom, and together they stripped each other down to nothing as the water warmed up in the shower. Once inside, they made quick work of washing each other, lingering touches leaving both of them breathless and hard, until Mingi hauled Hongjoong up into his arms to kiss him.
It was their first proper kiss since they got up in the morning, and Hongjoong let the other rapper control it. The kiss was messy, mostly tongue and teeth, with Mingi’s groans vibrating against his mouth, but it was perfect because it was how Mingi kissed him. It was only for Hongjoong.
“Hyung, please,” Mingi whimpered, breaking the kiss. “Want you to fuck me.”
That was all Hongjoong needed to hear before shutting off the shower and walking Mingi backward out of the stall and toward the bed. It was an afterthought that Hongjoong grabbed a towel as they passed the rack, and he haphazardly dried them off as he walked. The moment the backs of Mingi’s knees hit the bed, Hongjoong gave him the lightest nudge and the other rapper sprawled beautifully across the duvet.
Clean, naked, and damp like that, Mingi was even more of a vision than he was on stage. Now, that was a view that was truly for Hongjoong’s eyes only, and he was struck with the urge to bite Mingi everywhere that was his to stake his claim. But he couldn’t, knowing the last thing they wanted was for questions to be raised about bite marks and bruises.
Mingi laughed, and Hongjoong frowned up at his face. “What’s with the grumpy face?” Mingi asked, almost shyly even as he preened under Hongjoong’s gaze.
“I want to mark what’s mine, but I know I can’t,” Hongjoong pouted, the silent ‘yet’ at the end of the statement loud in the quiet room.
Mingi flushed a deep pink, his ears going dark as he bit his lip, glancing away from Hongjoong. Once, during a break, they gave in to Hongjoong’s desire to bite and claw and suck his mark into Mingi’s skin, and it took way too long for it all to heal fully. They discovered, rather quickly, that there was no real middle ground to Hongjoong’s urge, too. But Hongjoong knew Mingi craved it to, that Mingi liked looking in the mirror and seeing how he belonged to Hongjoong, having proof of being owned and wanted on his skin.
“Then just…make me feel it,” Mingi managed to whisper, almost shyly up at Hongjoong. At Hongjoong’s confused head tilt, Mingi chewed his lip as he rolled over so that he was bent over the edge of the bed, legs spread to expose his tight little hole to Hongjoong’s gaze. With a heated look over his shoulders, his intense eyes hooded and dark, Mingi said, “don’t use your fingers. Want you to fuck me like this, make me feel it for days.”
Hongjoong’s throat went dry as his brain shut off, overwhelmed with the beautiful image of Mingi limping the next day. Shaking his head, Hongjoong said, “I don’t want to hurt you—”
“You fucked me yesterday. I’ll be okay if you skip prepping me with your tiny fingers, hyung,” Mingi interrupted, and Hongjoong wished he was embarrassed with how easily he was convinced.
Hongjoong grabbed the lube from the bedside table and made quick, messy work of coating his cock with it, dribbling a liberal amount down the seam of Mingi’s ass as well. Beneath him, Mingi was shaking with anticipation, quietly begging Hongjoong to fuck him.
Lining up, Hongjoong ran his slick cock up and down over Mingi’s hole until the head of it caught the rim, and that pulled the loveliest litany of sounds from the other rapper.
“Please, please, please, hyung, put it in,” Mingi babbled, and of course, Hongjoong was powerless to deny Mingi anything when he sounded and looked like that.
With a brutal push, Hongjoong bullied his way into Mingi’s tight hole, groaning at the impossibly snug fit as he spread Mingi’s cheeks. Below him, Mingi choked and clawed at the duvet, squirming like he wanted to both escape and meet the relentless press of Hongjoong’s cock.
When Hongjoong bottomed out, he intended to let the other man adjust, but Mingi clenched around him with a sob and tried to wiggle closer.
The last of Hongjoong’s restraint snapped.
Mingi was hoarse with the hiccuping, desperate, pained noises he made as Hongjoong’s hips slapped against his ass, his back arched beautifully as he struggled to get his elbows under him so he could look over his shoulder at Hongjoong again.
It was so much, and Hongjoong knew he wouldn’t last very long. Luckily, Mingi was in the same boat.
“Can’t wait to feel you tomorrow,” Mingi groaned before practically wailing when Hongjoong changed the angle just so. With a shaky sob, Mingi babbled about being close, about wanting to come, about wanting to feel Hongjoong come deep inside him, to mark him in such an intimate way.
Hongjoong was actively fighting back his release, already on the edge with how tight and needy Mingi was being. “Gonna come on my cock untouched, Mingi-ya?” Hongjoong asked as he leaned forward onto his hands above Mingi, drilling into him at an angle that was absolutely nailing Mingi’s prostate with every thrust. “Gonna be my good boy and come for me?”
And Mingi—perfect, gorgeous, obedient Mingi—came with a scream that he barely managed to muffle in the comforter beneath him, his hips bouncing back to meet Hongjoong’s brutal thrusts as he spilled between his stomach and the comforter. The way Mingi clenched around Hongjoong was divine, bringing him right up to the edge.
“Mingi-ya, my sweet, perfect Mingi-ya,” Hongjoong crooned as his thrusts grew erratic and jerky, his release so close he wanted to cry.
With a broken moan, Mingi said, “yours. Your Mingi-ya.”
As lightning zinged up the length of Hongjoong’s spine, he came so hard his vision went white. Hongjoong almost frantically fucked them both through their orgasms, breathless and whimpering himself, ignoring the way Mingi’s own moans turned into overstimulated hisses of almost-pain.
When he began to soften, Hongjoong finally stopped moving and draped himself over Mingi’s back to catch his breath, kissing Mingi’s shoulder blades as Mingi recovered some of his own faculties.
“Wish I had a plug,” Hongjoong idly mused as he thought about the way his come would dribble out of Mingi when he pulled out. “Keep you nice and full of my cum for a little longer.”
Mingi shuddered and reached for his bag that was still where he dropped it on the bed earlier. With a bit of fumbling with the pockets, he pulled out a modest little plug and held it back for Hongjoong to take. Once again, Hongjoong didn’t hesitate to take it from the other rapper, nor did he pause to double-check as he pulled out and pressed the toy inside.
Standing up, Hongjoong looked down at Mingi with a fondness so big he thought he might split apart at the seams. Of course, there was a lewdness about Mingi bent over the edge of the bed naked and coated in a light sheen of sweat, laying in what must of been an uncomfortable puddle of cum, but he also looked terribly sweet as he smiled sleepily up at Hongjoong over his shoulder.
“Come on, Mingi-ya, get up on the bed,” Hongjoong cooed, smacking Mingi’s ass lightly and laughing at the groan the other rapper let out.
“Have to shower again, don’t I?” he whined, pouting spectacularly about the thought. Hongjoong understood Mingi’s complaints completely—the busy day was quickly catching up to him, too, and he had much better stamina than his beautiful partner.
"Fine, I’ll grab a washcloth to clean you up really quick. Stay put,” Hongjoong said before disappearing into the bathroom. When he returned to the room after cleaning himself up a bit, he found Mingi dozing where Hongjoong left him and once again, Hongjoong was left breathless with how much he loved Mingi.
Gently, Hongjoong cleaned up any excess lube that was still between Mingi’s cheeks, and maybe he teased Mingi awake by rocking the plug inside him until the other rapper reached back with a little gasp.
“Can’t…” Mingi started shakily and Hongjoong hummed comfortingly.
“I know, Mingi-ya, I was just teasing a bit. Can you roll over for me?” he asked softly, and Mingi nodded before rolling until he was lounging back on his elbows, looking up at Hongjoong.
He was somehow even more beautiful, stretched out across the bed, covered in his own cum and looking up at Hongjoong through his lashes. If Mingi didn’t look ready to burst into tears if he didn’t get tucked into bed as soon as possible, Hongjoong would be tempted to clean him up with his tongue first. Alas, he knew his boyfriend’s limits, so he gently wiped the warm washcloth over Mingi’s stomach and soft dick. By the time he was done, Mingi had let his head loll back, his eyes closed and face lax.
Just utterly relaxed and trusting.
“Oh, my sweet Mingi-ya,” Hongjoong cooed, tossing the cloth in the direction of the bathroom (and ignoring the sound of it hitting the wall next to the door) as he leaned over Mingi to coax him into a soft, lazy kiss.
“Yours,” Mingi mumbled sleepily, and Hongjoong could feel his drowsy little smile. “Your Mingi.”
“My Mingi,” Hongjoong reaffirmed, heart full to bursting.
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body's moving like a slow jam
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Explicit★MinJoong★1778 words★Complete
Summary:
You didn’t have to wake me up, y’know... at the start, I mean…”
“How would I have gotten your cock free enough for me to ride if you were still wearing pants? You’re hard to move when you’re asleep, Mingi-ya.” Hongjoong teased after a few moments of stunned silence.
Mingi shrugged a bit, biting his lip as he glanced away. “Next time, I just won’t wear clothes. Then you can have your way with me for as long as you want before waking me up,” he said easily, winking up at Hongjoong.
Tags & CW:
Consensual Somnophilia, Somnophilia, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Unsafe Sex
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When Hongjoong arrived home, it was to a silent dorm. He knew it was late, but the silence was still a surprise. After a quick investigation, he discovered that both Wooyoung and Jongho were both gone, and with a sheepish laugh, Hongjoong checked their group chat where, sure enough, they had let him know they had their own plans for the night. Even their manager was making himself scarce, which meant he had the dorm all to himself until the morning.
With a sigh, Hongjoong shuffled down the little hall toward his room, and frowned at seeing the door completely shut with the soft glow of a light shining underneath. Carefully opening the door and peering inside, he couldn’t help the soft, fond smile that overtook his face as he saw Mingi sound asleep on the bed. The bedside lamp was still on, light at the lowest setting, with his phone resting on his bare chest. The anime he had fallen asleep watching was still playing quietly on the screen, which made Hongjoong’s stomach squirm with so much affection, he wanted to bite the other rapper about it.
The idea that Mingi had come over just to crawl into his bed, tried to wait up for him but fell asleep watching some sort of silly show… It was too much to expect Hongjoong to handle that with any amount of grace or decorum.
Wasting zero time, Hongjoong immediately stripped down to just his underwear before rushing through his bed time routine, desperate to cuddle up to the other rapper and sleep. When he lifted the covers slightly to crawl underneath them, Hongjoong nearly choked as he saw Mingi’s very bare hip where he expected to see boxers.
See, Hongjoong had seen Mingi naked plenty of times, and had the blessed opportunity to enjoy that nakedness to the fullest most of those times. However, Mingi had never been so bold as to lay in Hongjoong’s bed like that, waiting for him to come home.
At that moment, the memories of the last time Mingi had been in his bed waiting for him, specifically the conversation they had after came rushing back to Hongjoong.
“You didn’t have to wake me up, y’know,” Mingi said a bit breathlessly as Hongjoong stayed seated on his softening cock. When Hongjoong looked at him, wide-eyed, he added sheepishly, “at the start, I mean…”
“How would I have gotten your cock free enough for me to ride if you were still wearing pants? You’re hard to move when you’re asleep, Mingi-ya,” Hongjoong teased after a few moments of stunned silence.
Mingi shrugged a bit, biting his lip as he glanced away. “Next time, I just won’t wear clothes. Then you can have your way with me for as long as you want before waking me up,” he said easily, winking up at Hongjoong.
That night, Hongjoong had assumed Mingi was only teasing, saying something weird and wild while recovering from their intense romp between the sheets. Yet there Mingi was a few days later, in Hongjoong’s bed, completely naked and waiting for him.
With a start, Hongjoong reached over to take Mingi’s phone and turn the show off before placing the device on the bedside table. The last thing Hongjoong wanted was a silly anime playing in the background when he was hard (he was already halfway there, which he wished he was more embarrassed about than he apparently was).
Hongjoong didn’t give himself any time to doubt Mingi’s intentions, or to question his own decision to act on the implied request.
In the next few minutes, Hongjoong had stripped off his underwear, grabbed the lube, and carefully peeled the blanket away so he had full access to Mingi’s glorious body. Sighing happily, he knelt between Mingi’s long legs as he got his fingers coated with lube. Bending over to rest an elbow on the bed next to Mingi’s hip, he wrapped his lips delicately around the other rapper’s soft dick, lapping at the head carefully as he slipped his hand between his own thighs and started prepping himself.
As always, Mingi was so perfectly responsive—Hongjoong felt each sleep-soaked groan go straight to his dick, his eyes rolling back as he fingered himself open. Hongjoong loved it, the novelty of feeling his jaw stretch as Mingi hardened against his tongue. Typically, Mingi would already be leaking by the time Hongjoong got him naked enough to get his mouth on him.
With a low groan of his own, Hongjoong took more of Mingi’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he worked a third finger into his own hole. Beneath him, Mingi released a breathy little whine as he shuddered, the sound electrifying Hongjoong’s spine. It was such a soft, sweet sound that filled Hongjoong to bursting with affection, so he lifted off of Mingi’s cock with a small pop and bit the inside of Mingi’s thigh.
Beneath him, Mingi twitched at the bite, and when Hongjoong looked up through his lashes at the other rapper’s face, he saw the way his brows were slightly furrowed. However, he wasn’t waking up which worked just fine for Hongjoong. With another nibbling kiss to the soft inner-thigh against his lips, Hongjoong sat up and grabbed the bottle of lube to pour some over Mingi’s cock. Withdrawing his fingers, Hongjoong shifted until he was straddling Mingi’s waist, holding his cock in position and rocking his hips until the fat head of it caught his rim.
“Mingi-ya,” Hongjoong crooned, his voice shaking at the teasing pressure of Mingi’s cock against his hole. Mingi twitched at Hongjoong’s voice, brow furrowing all over again. Smiling, Hongjoong said, “Mingi-ya, wake up.”
And just like that, Mingi’s eyelids fluttered as he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, and Hongjoong sunk down onto his dick in one single motion.
The noise Mingi made as his eyes flew open was punched-out and shattered, his breath catching in his throat as his big hands wrapped around Hongjoong’s tiny waist, holding him tightly as he tried to gather his bearings. Hongjoong was still catching his own breath from the sudden fullness, choking on the way it felt like Mingi’s cock was in his fucking throat. With a fortifying breath that sounded a lot like a whimper, Hongjoong lifted himself up onto his knees and dropped back down onto Mingi, bouncing on his dick with jerking little motions because he was already too wound up to do any better.
It was hotter than Hongjoong thought it would be, waking Mingi up like that, watching him blink away the sleep while groaning and cursing breathlessly, the way Mingi’s fingers dug into his hips hard enough to leave bruises as he sloppily tried to guide Hongjoong’s movements. It was the messiest they had fucked since the first time they fell into bed together years ago, but it was perfect.
Hongjoong could tell the exact moment Mingi fully woke up.
The hands on his waist shifted just slightly, and Hongjoong could feel Mingi’s legs bending behind him. Mingi’s expression, previously pinched and somewhat overwhelmed and confused, sharpened with an intensity that took Hongjoong’s breath away. It was all the warning he had before Mingi met Hongjoong’s next bounce with a thrust so powerful Hongjoong had to brace himself against the headboard.
“Yes, Mingi-ya, just like that,” Hongjoong cried throwing his head back as Mingi thrust up into him.
“Fuck,” Mingi all but growled, his eyes rolling back and his whole body shuddering. With a low, gravelly moan, Mingi said, “Lean back, wanna see.”
And Hongjoong did just that, leaning back and bracing himself on Mingi’s bent knees while he bounced, giving the other rapper as much of a show as he could muster. The slight change in position, however, had Mingi’s cock rubbing and hitting Hongjoong in just the right spot for him to be seeing stars.
To top it all off, Mingi was staring down the length of his body to where theirs were connected, biting his luscious bottom lip while he watched Hongjoong’s hole stretch around his massive cock.
“Mingi, I’m so close—” Hongjoong started to whimper, feeling the coil rapidly tightening in his gut.
“Me too,” Mingi moaned, and then one of his hands shifted from Hongjoong’s waist to instead wrap tightly around his dick, stripping it in time with his thrusts.
That was all it took to have Hongjoong practically screaming Mingi’s name as he came, painting Mingi’s chest and even his throat with his cum. Next thing he knew, Hongjoong found himself on his back, practically folded in half as Mingi fucked him harder and faster than whatever they had managed prior to that moment. Hongjoong was beside himself, eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, his breaths coming out with the tiniest, highest little vocalizations as oversensitivity shot electricity up his spine.
“Need to come,” Mingi gasped as Hongjoong clenched around his cock. “So close, Hongjoong.”
“Then come, Mingi-ya,” Hongjoong gasped, practically begged as the sensations began to veer into painful territory. “Please, please come. Wanna feel you fill me up.”
And just like that, Mingi was coming, crashing their lips together as he sobbed through his own release. Hongjoong let out a delighted, strained little giggle as he felt the hot bloom of Mingi’s cum deep inside him, his own soft cock twitching with attempted interest in spite of how sensitive his entire body felt.
Mingi was still catching his breath when he pulled out and flopped onto his side next to Hongjoong, careful not to smear the cum all over his torso on the sheets. While Hongjoong normally appreciated a bit of space after sex, which was likely what the other rapper was trying to give him, this time he wanted to crawl inside Mingi’s skin. With a pouty little sound, Hongjoong rolled over until he was wrapped around Mingi, the mess he made all over Mingi smearing between their naked chests, their mouths slotted together in a messy kiss.
“Holy shit, the was the best way to wake up,” Mingi groaned as Hongjoong broke the kiss to breathe. He looked halfway to falling back asleep already, which was a terribly sweet look on him that had Hongjoong fighting the urge to bite him again.
Hongjoong sighed happily. “Finding my Mingi-ya naked in my bed was the best way to come home,” he countered affectionately, resting his chin on Mingi’s chest. “I wouldn’t complain if you did that more often.”
Mingi laughed softly at that before nodding. “Anything for you, hyung,” he promised, guiding Hongjoong back up into a slow, tender kiss that had Hongjoong swooning for Mingi all over again.
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dark desire and tainted bliss [gift fic for @hxneyfarm]
Explicit★SeungBin★3974 words★Complete
Summary:
It all started at dinner, just Changbin, Hyunjin, Chan, and Seungmin. They were in a quiet, private booth, tucked away at the back of the restaurant, already a couple drinks in. Changbin wasn’t really sure how they got on the topic in hindsight, or how Seungmin especially didn’t shut it down immediately...
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Canon Compliant, Switch Kim Seungmin, Switch Seo Changbin, Seungmin's first time topping, seungbin's first time, unsafe sex (ig)
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It all started at dinner, just Changbin, Hyunjin, Chan, and Seungmin. They were in a quiet, private booth, tucked away at the back of the restaurant, already a couple drinks in. Changbin wasn’t really sure how they got on the topic in hindsight, or how Seungmin especially didn’t shut it down immediately.
Changbin and Hyunjin had started sharing stories back and forth about hook-ups they’ve had over the years, and Changbin had just finished a story about fucking someone. He had kept the details discreet, not naming his partner or anything, but it was clear to the members at the table that he was talking about topping another man, about how tight it was compared to a woman.
Glancing over at Seungmin, he winked and nudged him with his shoulder. “I’m sure you know all about that, yeah?” he teased, relishing in how pink Seungmin’s ears went.
“I’ve never done… that,” Seungmin confessed grumpily, glaring down at his plate. The puppy’s mouth had a sour twist to it, and all Changbin wanted to do was kiss those pouty lips.
It wasn’t the first time Changbin thought about kissing Seungmin, far from it, so he quickly filed it away with the other fantasies he had about the man and raised his eyebrows.
“Never…? At all?” he asked, legitimately shocked. While Seungmin wasn’t the most outwardly flirty member, he wasn’t a monk either. At least, he hadn’t struck Changbin as someone who completely abstained.
Seungmin glared, and said shortly, “I didn’t say I was a virgin, hyung.”
Changbin ignored the way that statement made his gut twist with something ugly and possessive and leaned into Seungmin’s space with a put-on grin.
“Oh? Then what haven’t you done, puppy?” he asked, reaching up with one hand to scratch under Seungmin’s chin, giggling as Seungmin wrenched away. Grabbing the back of Seungmin’s neck, Changbin dragged him closer again, pleased with the way the puppy actually relaxed under his grip. Leaning close to Seungmin’s ear, Changbin murmured, “C’mon, Seungmo, you have to share.”
Seungmin pressed his lips into a thin line as he glanced across the table at Hyunjin and Chan – both were mostly ignoring them in favour of talking to each other. Hyunjin, however, spared Changbin a long-suffering glance before picking up his phone to show Chan something.
“I’ve never fucked someone else,” Seungmin admitted finally, so quiet that Changbin almost missed it completely.
With a huff, Changbin asked, “but you’re not a virgin?”
Seungmin rolled his eyes. “You’re being dense on purpose,” he accused, and that was when the conversation clicked for Changbin, which unfortunately came with a new wave of filthy daydreams about the puppy.
“Hey.”
Changbin and Seungmin jumped as they looked over at Hyunjin, both of them still leaning into each other’s space.
“We’re going to head out. I’m going over to Chan’s place to hang out, so don’t wait up,” Hyunjin said, eyebrow raised at Changbin a bit too knowingly as he got up from the booth.
“Have fun,” Chan added with a cheeky, equally knowing grin.
Once they were alone, Seungmin squirmed under the weight of Changbin’s hand where it still rested at the base of his neck. Changbin looked over at Seungmin out of the corner of his eyes, catching him looking back. The eye-contact was charged, Changbin was sure he wasn’t imagining it.
“Come over,” Changbin suggested, stroking his thumb up and down the side of Seungmin’s throat, watching the way Seungmin’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Okay,” Seungmin agreed readily, pulling away to get up and put his coat back on. “Hurry up and pay.”
Leaving the restaurant was a blur, between paying and the ride back to Changbin’s dorm. They made a point to not touch each other, they barely even looked at each other. Everything felt heavy between them, thick enough to physically cut with a knife.
Once they were inside Changbin’s dorm, they stood awkwardly in the common area.
“Now what?” Seungmin asked, and he seemed a bit smug, not fully unsure of himself despite the question.
Unfortunately, Changbin didn’t have an answer. He knew what he wanted to suggest, what he wanted to do. His mind was supplying him with lots of images of things they could do. To say all of that out loud to Seungmin, though, felt impossible, which was weird. Changbin wasn’t shy, he wasn’t insecure like that. He’d never had issues telling people what he wanted if he really wanted it.
Seungmin was different, apparently, and that had Changbin nervous.
“Hyung?”
Seungmin’s voice cut through Changbin’s swirling thoughts, and he looked back at the other man. His eyebrow was raised slightly, and the smug little smirk was completely gone.
With a quiet groan, Changbin scrubbed his face with both hands. “I don’t know what to do, Seungmin,” he confessed with a self-deprecating laugh.
“You’re the one who invited me over,” Seungmin pointed out, and Changbin dropped his hands.
“I know, I just… didn’t expect to actually get this far,” he admitted, and when he opened his eyes, Seungmin was a lot closer to him than he remembered, practically towering over him.
Seungmin leaned down, narrowing the space between their lips until Changbin could feel his breath puffing across his face. “I’ve got a few ideas,” he said before slotting their mouths together in a gentle, almost sweet kiss.
It was perfection, the soft glide of their lips against each other, the breathless way Seungmin opened up when Changbin swiped his tongue across his lower lip. The way Seungmin almost immediately began shoving his hands under Changbin’s shirt to touch his skin, to grab at his tits and play with his nipples.
The whole thing was overwhelming in the best possible way, and soon enough Changbin was yanking at Seungmin’s clothes, too, as they stumbled their way down the hall. By the time they reached Changbin’s room, they were both in nothing but their boxers, clinging to each other as they devoured the other’s mouths.
They kissed for what felt like hours, clinging to each other as they groaned and sighed, tongues tangling and teeth clacking. When Seungmin shuffled forward so they were pressed flush together from hips to chest, Changbin wrenched away from the kiss with a soft noise. He truly didn’t want to stop kissing Seungmin, but he was hard enough to cut diamond and needed some relief soon.
“Wanna give fucking me a try?” Changbin gasped, his voice coming out shakier than he’d hoped it would. Staring up at Seungmin’s swollen, red lips, it took every ounce of self-control not to dive back in for more. He’d never admit it out loud, but Changbin was dangerously close just from making out and he figured that Seungmin topping would keep him from completely embarrassing himself. It wasn’t that he doubted Seungmin’s abilities, far from it, but Changbin figured there would be a learning curve.
Seungmin’s breath caught in his throat before he pressed his lips into a flat line, his ears turning a darker shade of red. “I don’t want our first time to be bad,” he said after a few moments, and a giddy giggle bubbled up from within Changbin’s chest.
“Oh, our first time? So you’re thinking about doing this again?” Changbin teased, legitimately overjoyed.
At Seungmin’s severe frown, Changbin realized he miscalculated the timing of his teasing. Normally, he loved to piss Seungmin off, but perhaps it was best not to while the younger man was half-naked and hard. “Of course, I want to do this again. Don’t you? I thought—”
“I definitely want to do this again, multiple times, with you specifically, puppy. I promise, this definitely isn’t a one-time thing for me,” Changbin quickly insisted, wrapping his arms tightly around Seungmin’s tiny waist.
Seungmin released a breath Changbin hadn’t even noticed he was holding, and Seungmin’s arms wound their way loosely around Changbin’s shoulders. “Then my point stands. I don’t want this to be bad,” he insisted softly.
“It won’t, puppy,” Changbin hummed as he shifted back just enough to cup Seungmin’s bulge with one of his hands, and he practically purred at the weight of him as Seungmin’s hips jolted forward. “I know how you can move these hips.”
Seungmin let out a little bark of laughter before shaking his head, his ears and neck heating up even more. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he grumbled, rocking his hips into Changbin’s loose grip.
“Aw, pup, afraid you’re gonna get hard in front of the members at practice?” Changbin cooed, squeezing Seungmin’s cock through his boxers until the other man choked on a moan. With a sigh, Changbin leaned close to Seungmin’s ear and sighed, “gonna get all hot and bothered thinking about fucking me in front of everyone?”
“Shut up,” Seungmin growled before stooping down to recapture Changbin’s lips and backing him onto the bed.
This kiss was fierce, all teeth and spit while Changbin allowed the younger man to pin him against the bed. He sighed as Seungmin settled between his thighs, letting out a wanton sound when their cocks slotted together properly for the first time. It had been a while since Changbin was under someone like that, and Changbin realized he’d missed it. He had been missing the vulnerability, the way he could just let go and let someone take the lead.
Seungmin reached over to the bedside table, barely even looking at it, and located Changbin’s lube with alarming efficiency. Within the next few minutes, both of them were naked and Seungmin was pressing one of his long, slender fingers deep into Changbin’s ass. He gave a handful of experimental thrusts, seemingly testing what sort of noises he could pull out of Changbin, before pressing a second finger into him.
Changbin hissed at the stretch. “Slow down, pup,” Changbin grunted, even as nothing but pleasure zapped up his spine when Seungmin scissored his fingers inside him.
“You like it,” Seungmin countered before leaning close to Changbin’s ear to add, “I saw the size of that dildo in your drawer. You can take at least three of my fingers just fine…”
Fire exploded in Changbin’s gut, and his cock dribbled a thick glob of precum onto his hip where the head was resting. “Shit, where’d you learn to talk like that, puppy?” he groaned, gasping as a third finger bullied its way inside him.
“Told you I’m not a virgin, hyung,” Seungmin reminded him, and Changbin again tried to ignore the ugly way that made him feel. Those are feelings he could examine when he didn’t have three fingers scissoring inside him, or even never. He can examine them never, which was so much better, honestly.
Seungmin let out a small laugh. “Are you jealous, hyung?” he asked knowingly, his amazed grin unfortunately breathtaking above Changbin.
“You wish,” Changbin replied shakily, whimpering as Seungmin spread his fingers, stretching his rim.
“Aw, hyung, at least you get to be my first time doing this,” the menace cooed as he angled his fingers just right.
Changbin jolted and grabbed Seungmin’s wrist as stars exploded behind his eyes. “Enough!” he choked out, his other hand wrapping tightly around the base of his own cock.
Seungmin laughed and Changbin blushed, turning his face away from Seungmin almost shyly, which only made the puppy laugh even harder before finally withdrawing his fingers. Disgustingly, Seungmin wiped his fingers off on Changbin’s inner thigh, which unfortunately seemed to do something for Changbin, a little too much. He was dangerously close and needed to get a grip.
As Seungmin went back to the bedside table, he asked, “how should we do this for my first time?”
Changbin’s brain had to reboot for a second as he imagined all the ways Seungmin could fuck him. The image of Seungmin’s face hovering over his as he fucked Changbin was too much to consider this time, so he scooted further onto the bed and rolled onto his elbows and knees, hugging a pillow to his chest.
“Like this,” he replied, looking over at Seungmin who is still rooting around in the bedside table. Frowning, Changbin asked, “what’re you looking for?”
“Condoms,” Seungmin replied flatly before looking over at Changbin. His eyes travelled over Changbin’s body appreciatively, before he asked, “you have condoms, right, hyung?”
With a grimace, Changbin buried his face into the pillow he was holding and groaned. “Shit. They expired. I’ve been meaning to get more, but I keep forgetting,” he whined, his voice muffled by the pillow. “Can’t believe I cock-blocked myself like this…”
Seungmin hummed thoughtfully before saying slowly, “I mean, we don’t really need one, do we?”
Changbin looked over at him, eyebrows raised, trying not to give away how much he really liked what Seungmin seemed to be suggesting. “What?”
“We don’t really need a condom,” Seungmin finished, eyes looking everywhere except Changbin’s face until the very last second.
The eye contact was intense, heated and so charged that Changbin felt like he would come right then and there. Seungmin’s blush crawled down his neck as they stared at each other, before he cleared his throat and looked away.
“If you don’t want to, just say so. We can stop and get dressed,” he said softly, and Changbin immediately sat up on his knees, reaching for Seungmin.
“Don’t go, Seungmin. My brain was offline for a second there. C’mere,” he insisted and Seungmin immediately rejoined him on the bed, easily folding himself into Changbin’s embrace to meet the kiss enthusiastically. Once they were both breathless and rutting against each other’s thighs, Changbin pulled back just enough to sigh, “give it to me raw, puppy.”
Seungmin made a disgusted noise, even as his breath caught in his throat and his cock jumped against Changbin’s thigh, and he shoved Changbin away. Changbin easily allowed the bit of manhandling, laughing loudly as he bent back over to hug his pillow again. With a little smirk over his shoulder, he wiggled his ass, letting out a delighted little squeal when Seungmin smacked it. He shivered when he heard the lid of the lube pop open, and he couldn’t really help the way he arched his back just a bit more when he heard the slick sound of Seungmin spreading the lube on his cock.
“Okay,” Seungmin murmured as he shuffled closer, and Changbin groaned when Seungmin’s cockhead notched against his hole, applying just enough pressure to tease but not push inside.
“C’mon, puppy, don’t make me beg,” Changbin complained, rocking back with a frustrated sound. One of Seungmin’s hands found Changbin’s hip and gripped it tightly, trying to stop his movements.
“Don’t, I’m not teasing you, just… Tell me if I’m hurting you, okay? Or if it sucks?” Seungmin asked quietly and Changbin sighed, reaching back to hold the hand on his hip. Seungmin immediately tangled their fingers together and squeezed, telling Changbin just how nervous he actually was.
“I’ll let you know, but I doubt it’ll suck. I’ll give you lots of directions, okay?” Changbin reassured him, and before Seungmin could respond, he pushed backward until the head of Seungmin’s cock popped past his rim.
“Oh, fuck,” Seungmin grunted, and Changbin choked on his own attempt to agree when Seungmin’s hips jerked and shoved his cock almost balls deep in one thrust.
It hurt, deliciously so, Changbin going a bit cross-eyed at the hot weight of Seungmin’s cock behind his tailbone. It was overwhelming less than a minute into having the other man inside him, and that would have Changbin worried if he was think about anything other than the way his hole gripped Seungmin’s dick.
“S-sorry,” Seungmin whined, shuddering hard as his cock shifted just a bit deeper into Changbin. “Fuck, it’s so tight.”
“Y-yeah?” Changbin asked, gradually working to compose himself. With a shaky smirk over his shoulder, he clenched around Seungmin’s cock. The burn was insane, too much, his hole still adjusting to the puppy’s girth, but the pain was worth the wounded sound Seungmin made. “Like that, puppy?”
Seungmin didn’t answer right away, just twitched his hips a bit before breathing out a soft, “y-yeah, I like it. Fuck, hyung, you feel so good.” His eyes, heavy-lidded and hazy, met Changbin’s in that moment before flickering down to stare at where they were connected.
Changbin blushed hard, feeling suddenly impossibly vulnerable for the first time despite having Seungmin inside him. Looking away from Seungmin, Changbin buried his face into the pillow he was holding and muttered, “m’not anything special—”
Seungmin pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, his hips slapping against Changbin’s ass with a loud smack. Changbin couldn’t swallow his cry as Seungmin settled balls deep inside him and held his position there. Biting his pillow, Changbin breathed through the overwhelming, aching pleasure of being so full.
“Shut up, you know how hot you are,” Seungmin gasped as his hips started moving in earnest, thrusting in and out of Changbin’s tight hole with a vigour and enthusiasm that took Changbin by surprise all over. He was still adjusting to the intrusion and he could have probably benefited from more lube, so it hurt. But it also felt so good. It was perfect, and if Changbin’s brain wasn’t short-circuiting, he would have been really smug about being right about Seungmin’s natural talents with his hips.
As it was, Changbin was too caught up trying to last longer than thirty seconds to properly gloat, babbling nonsensically as Seungmin fucked him so deep and so selfishly, as if he was just a hole for Seungmin to come in. There was a part of Changbin that really liked that thought, a stream of precum pouring from the tip of his cock at the thought of it.
Then Seungmin shifted until he was completely bent over, propped above Changbin with his hands on the bed, framing Changbin’s shoulders. Then he dropped to his elbows, effectively covering Changbin with his whole body, his cock slotted as deep inside Changbin’s hole as possible. With a low sound, Seungmin grabbed the pillow Changbin was muffling his sounds with and threw it to the side.
“Need to hear you,” he groaned, his hips rocking in quick, tight little circles.
“Puppy!” Changbin whined, his eyes rolling back at the steady shifting pressure against his prostate.
“Can’t b-believe I get to finally do this,” Seungmin whimpered directly into Changbin’s ear, the desperate movements of his hips speeding up. “Imagined this so much, hyung. Wanted this so bad.”
Changbin was beyond overwhelmed, barely registering the words Seungmin said as the position changed just enough that each thrust had him seeing stars.
“Puppy, s-slow down,” he practically wailed, reaching back to grab Seungmin’s hip.
“Trying, hyung, it just—it feels so good,” Seungmin practically sobbed as he humped Changbin’s ass, and then Changbin felt teeth on the back of his shoulder.
Changbin knew it was going to bruise the moment he felt them on his traps, knew he’s going to have to apologize to the make-up artists about it during their schedules the following day, that he’d have to somehow explain it away to the members. There was a part of Changbin that wondered if Seungmin would want the members to know what they had done together, if Seungmin would want to openly pursue whatever they were doing.
Those thoughts quickly dissolved, however, as Seungmin fucked him harder and faster into the mattress, forcing Changbin to spread his legs wider with the force of each thrust. Changbin sobbed, babbling out pleas for more, even as he slapped Seungmin’s hip like he was trying to tap out. It was so much, and Changbin knew he was about to come all over his comforter from Seungmin’s cock alone.
“So close,” Seungmin whined directly into Changbin’s ear, his thrusts becoming almost brutal. “Can I come inside?”
The coil in Changbin’s gut snapped, and he came untouched, eyes rolling back as he cried out, shivering as his entire body clenched around Seungmin’s dick.
“Don’t stop,” Changbin managed to babble out in the aftershocks of his orgasm, digging his blunt nails into Seungmin’s hip. With another broken sob, Changbin added, “fuck me through it, puppy. Come inside me.”
That was all the reassurance Seungmin needed. Sliding his arms between Changbin and the bed, he wrapped his hands over the tops of Changbin’s shoulders for leverage and fucked him with selfish abandon. He held onto Changbin, desperately using him to get off, and even though he was painfully sensitive, Changbin was in heaven. There was nowhere else in the world that Changbin would rather be at that moment, nowhere other than underneath Kim Seungmin and in his arms.
“Oh, gonna come,” Seungmin whimpered, just before he slammed his hips home one last time and sunk his teeth into the meat of Changbin’s shoulder.
The hot bloom of Seungmin’s release inside him had Changbin shuddering, tears streaking down his cheeks at the overwhelming intimacy of it. That even when Seungmin eventually pulled out, a piece of him would stay inside Changbin, even for just a little bit. For a truly delirious moment that he would deny ever happening, Changbin wished Seungmin could knock him up.
Behind him, Seungmin was gasping for breath, whimpering on each exhale as his rutted his cock into Changbin’s sensitive hole as it gradually softened. “Fuck, that was…” Seungmin trailed off shakily, moving to get up until Changbin reached back to stop him.
“Stay like this? Just a little longer?” Changbin asked quietly, face pressed into his forearm as he felt his ears and neck heat up.
“Yeah, okay, hyung,” Seungmin agreed easily, moving just enough to kiss the back of his shoulder so sweetly, Changbin felt his eyes sting with yet another wave of tears.
They stayed like that until Seungmin’s cock slipped out on its own, leaving Changbin aching, wet, and empty. With a loud sigh, Seungmin flopped onto his side next to Changbin, finally meeting his gaze for the first time.
“You’re crying,” Seungmin pointed out, his mouth twisting nervously as he reached out and wiped the wet streaks away. “Did I hurt you?”
Changbin shook his head. “Good tears, puppy, promise,” he reassured Seungmin. “That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
If he was being completely honest, it had been the best sex Changbin had ever had, just because it was with Seungmin. He wasn’t quite prepared to be that openly sappy with Seungmin so soon, though.
Seungmin preened under the praise regardless, and leaned in to press a kiss to Changbin’s lips. “Lay down with me,” Seungmin murmured when Changbin stayed up on his knees and elbows.
“Wanna keep your cum inside me a bit longer,” Changbin admitted before he could stop himself, and Seungmin groaned.
“Don’t say stuff like that,” he grumbled, even as his hand wandered over Changbin’s body until he slipped two of his fingers into his tender hole.
Changbin whined at the intrusion, rocking back against it even as he complained, “puppy, I can’t….”
With a hum, Seungmin withdrew his fingers and slapped Changbin’s ass lightly. “We should get up and wash up,” he murmured, and Changbin let out a bark of laughter.
“You just fucked me like that and you expect me to walk?” he asked, and Seungmin grinned.
“It was that good, huh?” he asked with an impossibly bright smile, and Changbin rolled his eyes.
“Don’t get a big head about it, puppy,” he said flatly as Seungmin got up.
“If you don’t want me to get a big head, then you should join me in the shower,” he challenged and left the room before Changbin could argue.
“Little brat,” Changbin groaned as he slapped the bed and struggled to get up, wincing at the delicious stretched-out ache. “Wait for me!”
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Something soft I wrote for my dear friend @scarcrossdlvrs who wanted a hug but, cruelly, we're separated by two time zones and an international border 💕
Posting for anyone else who needs a hug.
Eddie sat on the steps of the porch on his and Wayne’s new trailer, arms propped on his knees with a cigarette pinched between two fingers, largely forgotten. The trailer park and the forest surrounding it were silent, something that was rare and usually welcome, but it just made Eddie itch. His head was swimming with thoughts he knew weren’t true—that no one cared about him, he was a burden, everyone wished he’d died in the Upside Down and spared them the trouble.
At least if there was an argument happening in one of the other trailers, or animals making a ruckus, Eddie’s spinning mind would have something to latch onto and he could break out of the spiral in his mind.
But no, the world was silent while his head was loud, and he never felt more like a speck than he did right then. Insignificant, unnoticeable, forgettable, dirty. The world was silent, empty, devoid of life, affirming his lonely fears.
“—Eds?”
Eddie startled as a hand waved in front of his face, dropping his cigarette into the dirt between his feet as he looked up with wide eyes, meeting a concerned, hazel gaze.
“Harrington?” Eddie asked, glancing around the still silent trailer park. Steve’s car was parked just a few feet away, which meant the man drove up, parked, got out, and even spoke to him and Eddie didn’t snap out of his swirling thoughts.
Steve’s mouth tensed at the corners for a second before he asked, “You okay, Eddie? You were pretty far away.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Eddie lied weakly, grimacing at how obvious the lie was. “What’s—what’re you doing here?”
Steve looked around then back at Eddie. “I just got off work,” he said as if it explained everything.
“I’m not exactly on your way home, Steve,” Eddie pressed when Steve didn’t elaborate further and Steve snorted, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Yeah, I got off work and wanted to come over and see you, to check on you, y’know?” Steve admitted, shocking Eddie to his core before he held up a plastic bag. “I brought some take-out from that new Chinese place that opened right by Family Video.”
Seeing the bag of food had Eddie’s stomach rumbling loud enough that Steve could hear it. “Shit, I’m starved, c’mon in,” Eddie said with a forced smile, and he carefully got up off the steps, gesturing for Steve to go inside ahead of him.
The two of them make quick work of eating the food, the conversation limited between them, but it was a nice sort of quiet. It was a shared quiet, and slowly Eddie felt himself lifting out of that mood from earlier. When Steve dropped one of the empty cartons he was scraping out with his fork with a sigh, Eddie looked at the clock on the wall. He wasn’t ready for Steve the head out, but he also couldn’t justify asking him to stay.
“Well, I guess I’ll let you get to the rest of your rounds?” Eddie said, rubbing his hands on his thighs.
Steve looked up at Eddie with a perplexed expression. “Rounds? What rounds?”” he asked.
Eddie floundered at his confusion. “You—you’re not checking up on everybody?” he asked, his voice a bit quiet.
“No, man, I mean sometimes I do, but usually I’m good with using the radios,” Steve replied, shrugging.
“Then why’re you here?” Eddie asked, his head a bit hazy as he tried to understand what Steve was saying.
Steve’s face got a bit pinched with his own confusion before it softened, unbearably so. “I came to check on you and hang out. If you want me to leave—”
“Why, though?” Eddie asked, a bit more forcefully, his eyes stinging with the emotion that was welling up.
“I was thinking about you while I was at work, then I realized I hadn’t seen you in a couple days,” Steve explained, reaching across to wrap a hand loosely around Eddie’s wrist. “What’s going on, Eds?”
It was the little nickname that did it, the cute little name that only Steve called him these days, and Eddie couldn’t blow Steve off when he was being earnest like this, even if he wanted to.
“You ever feel like you’re just… completely fucking alone? That no one gives a shit about you? That you survived one too many near-death experiences to be worth the trouble?” Eddie asked quietly, and the whole world seemed to settle just a little bit more when Steve’s grip on his wrist tightened a bit.
“All the time, Eds,” Steve admitted a bit breathlessly, and that honestly took Eddie by surprise. Meeting Steve’s eyes again, he could see just how sincerely Steve had meant it.
“Yeah,” Eddie sighed, chuckling humorlessly. “Just been feeling a helluva lot like that, lately.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Steve asked and Eddie smiled, the expression real this time.
“Could use a hug, but you’re already doing plent—oof!”
It took several moments for Eddie to realize that they were standing, Steve’s arms wrapped around his waist and chin resting on Eddie’s shoulder, squeezing Eddie around the middle firmly. Perfectly.
With a happy, teary sigh, Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s shoulders and held on desperately. Steve melted against his front with a sigh of his own before turning his face to rest his cheek on Eddie’s shoulder, his breath puffing across Eddie’s throat.
“Damn, Stevie, if I knew you’d just give me what I asked for, I would’ve asked for something better,” Eddie teased, dropping his own chin onto Steve’s shoulder.
“Anything you want, Eds,” Steve promised, and Eddie shivered. That was a dangerous promise.
“Careful, pretty boy, what if I asked for a kiss to make the hurt go away, huh?” Eddie asked, acutely aware of how close to his throat Steve’s lips were.
“I’d ask where you wanted that kiss, where it hurt the most,” Steve hummed, and Eddie felt a pang of want surge through him. It wasn’t even the desperate, horny want he was used to. It was yearning.
Eddie was feeling better, enough so that the vulnerability was getting difficult to keep rolling. “And if I said my dick…?” Eddie deflected, trailing off and laughing when Steve snorted and pinched his side.
“I’d say…” Steve started, pulling back enough to meet Eddie’s eyes and cup his cheek with one hand. Steve’s eyes met Eddie’s before looking down at his lips, not looking away as he said, “I’d take a raincheck on that, just for tonight. Then I’d ask if a kiss on the lips would be a good enough substitute.”
“I’d say yes—mmph!”
Eddie blinked, wide-eyed and actually giddy as Steve’s lips slotted perfectly against his own. The kiss was chaste, sweet, perfect. Even if Eddie started crying, especially as Steve brought his other hand up to determinedly wipe the tears on his cheeks away. And Steve, bless him, didn’t stop kissing him no matter how many more tears fell, or the way Eddie’s breathing turned into hiccupping sobs.
Steve just held him tight, kissed him sweetly, and brought him back to a world where he was allowed to be, wanted even, and Eddie knew the man wouldn’t let him forget it.
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Max "Maxine" Mayfield
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 5,500
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is Max's dad in this, Steve Harrington is a Christmas Lover, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Frottage, Dom/sub undertones
Summary: Eddie hates Christmas. Steve, and his daughter, loves it. Eddie decides to grin and bear it.
This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange
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All great things come with a certain amount of sacrifice, Eddie told himself that everyday.
So when the hot school teacher that frequented the bar Eddie worked asked him out, he knew there had to be some sort of catch.
He knew Steve was a single dad well before he asked Eddie out and he’d decided that was just fine by him. Eddie loved kids, was great with them even, plus Steve already told him he had a rule about not introducing new partners to his kid too soon. The kid was absolutely not a sacrifice, in Eddie’s mind.
He also knew that Steve was what one might call a jock, athletically inclined and holy shit, did he look like it. Eddie’s high school self was wailing and screaming about him falling for the enemy, but the first tumble between the sheets proved that the athleticism only did good things for things like stamina, strength, power. So once again, not a sacrifice.
Steve was hilarious, dedicated, hot as hell, and the perfect father. He was accommodating and kind, while also the bitchiest, most savage gossip in the entire world. He was also the best goddamn lay Eddie had ever had, what with the way he took control and helped still Eddie’s racing thoughts, sent his mind straight into the stratosphere where he couldn’t think about anything other than the pleasure he was feeling at Steve’s focused hands.
No, they made it three whole months into their relationship before the moment of truth came.
It was actually two months into the relationship when the first hint came up, if Eddie had been paying any attention at all.
“I’m not much of a Halloween person,” Steve had said when Eddie asked why the decorations on his front lawn were so lame. “Neither is Max, so we don’t really go all out.”
That was insane to Eddie, absolute serial killer vibes. There were several seconds where he was actually contemplating if they would work out.
“Maybe you just haven’t had the right person to show you how awesome Halloween is,” Eddie had teased as he crowded Steve against the kitchen counter.
“Maybe,” Steve had replied with a lazy smirk, glancing at Eddie’s mouth. “Definitely happy to let you try to change my mind.”
And damn, did Steve let him try. That beautiful man went to every goddamn haunt and ghost walk that Eddie dragged him to, and he even smiled through most of it. Steve even found something nice to say about everything they did, even the things that Eddie caught him giving bitchy eyerolls at.
By mid-October, Steve had decided it was time that Eddie met his daughter Max, and their first bonding experience was hitting up the Spirit Halloween and getting her a sick costume and then getting half a dozen pumpkins to carve together. They spent the whole afternoon gutting and carving them while Steve cleaned and roasted the seeds and made other treats and dinner for all three of them.
It had been a perfect day, one that ended with Eddie spending the night at Steve’s house, in his bed, and eating breakfast with both Steve and Max. It was one of those times that Eddie realized he was falling in love and falling fast. That morning, Max had asked Eddie if he would take her and her friends trick-or-treating and Eddie thought his chest might explode it felt so full of affection for the twelve-year old.
The moment of truth came sometime around the beginning of November when Steve came to the bar and bopped his head to the Christmas music that was already playing.
“Annoying, right?” Eddie groused, and Steve raised an eyebrow with one of his patient smiles.
“What is?”
“The music. Halloween just ended and we’re already being subjected to the sickening upbeat nonsense for a capitalist holiday?” Eddie had explained grumpily while he shined a glass. When he’d looked up at Steve, he barely caught the weird expression that was quickly wiped from his face.
“You don’t like Christmas?” Steve had asked, and he was smiling but there was something off about it.
“No,” Eddie said honestly and flatly, and Steve did that little laugh he did only when he was trying to not say something. “Do you?”
“Yeah, but like, a normal amount,” Steve said and then he quickly changed the subject.
After that, Steve seemed reluctant to invite him over until Thanksgiving and Eddie pushed about it. When he finally did, he got all the answers he needed.
Steve’s house was… well, lets just say what it lacked for Halloween decor, it definitely made up for with Christmas stuff. There was a big inflatable Santa and reindeer in the front lawn, and honestly the Christmas lights were so well done they looked professional. Like, straight out of those Christmas commercials.
When Eddie stepped into the house, he quickly realized that Steve was likely a lot more into Christmas than “a normal amount” like he claimed. Every surface had some sort of decor, and there was a stand in the front room for a real tree. Staring at that stand, Eddie kind of hoped he was invited along to go shopping for a tree, which was stupid because he hated Christmas.
“Sorry for all the, y’know,” Steve had said as he scrubbed the back of his neck, gesturing around. “This is our thing, me and Max’s I mean.”
“Stevie, babe, you don’t have to apologize. Like at all. Or pretend to be chill. You literally let me be my craziest about Halloween without complaint,” Eddie had said, insistent and desperate for Steve to understand that had he known, he’d have kept his mouth shut about Christmas entirely.
“Yeah, but I don’t hate Halloween, Eds,” Steve had said with the saddest little smile and Eddie had to stop that immediately.
“Listen, Steve, I don’t have many good memories around Christmas because I grew up poor and most of my extended family hated me, so I just— I never saw the point of it,” Eddie said quickly, grabbing Steve’s hands tightly in his own. “I am more than happy to let you try and change my mind. I want to be part of every single stupid Christmas thing you do if you’ll have me and I’ll even play nice about the dumb stuff, just like you did with me. I promise.”
Steve just smirked at him, an expression Eddie had seen only in the context of either playing one of his sports when he was sure he was going to win and in bed when Eddie challenged him to a seemingly impossible task.
“I look forward to teaching you the magic of Christmas, then,” Steve said simply, and kissed him so sweetly that Eddie’s knees nearly buckled beneath him. Then, when he pulled away, he smirked and pointed upward. “Mistletoe.”
When Steve walked away toward the kitchen and Eddie looked up at the mistletoe hanging above him, he knew he was in trouble if the butterflies in his gut were anything to go by.
The thing was, Eddie loved all the “stupid” Christmas shit Steve dragged him to, and it was a lot less like being “dragged” to them. Sure enough, that Thanksgiving weekend, Steve invited Eddie to go shopping for their tree, and Max had been loud in her demand that he say yes. If he hadn’t already been trying to figure out how to ask to go along, that would have convinced him to give up the Grinch schtick. His heart growing three times its size and that shit. Whatever.
Choosing the tree had taken a whole afternoon at the nursery, Max being exceedingly picky and Eddie just feeding into that to make the whole thing last longer. Eventually Steve reached his limit with the two of them and declared that they had to choose one out of the two contenders they were debating between.
“Eddie should choose!” Max declared, crossing her arms over her chest as she rounded on Eddie. “It’s the rules.”
“What rules, red?” he asked, bewildered and a little touched.
“It’s your first Christmas with us,” she said with a roll of her eyes, like it was the most obvious answer. “New friends choose our tree.”
“Yeah, Max, but that’s only if they’re into Christmas,” Steve said, shooting Eddie an apologetic smile.
“What kind of asshole doesn’t like Christmas?” Max asked and Steve’s mouth dropped open as Eddie winced a bit.
“Maxine!” Steve said sternly, putting his hands on his hips and sending Eddie an almost frantic look.
“Steve, it’s fine. More than fine. I would be honoured to choose your tree,” Eddie said, grinning as he stepped close to kiss Steve’s cheek.
“Our tree,” Max said firmly, and Eddie nodded.
“Of course, I meant ‘your tree’ as in the Harrington tree, not just your dad’s tree, little red,” Eddie had reassured her quickly and she just rolled her eyes.
“No, stupid, I mean our tree. It’s your tree, too,” she explained, frowning when Eddie’s mouth dropped open. Then she huffed and glanced away. “Hurry up and choose. I’m getting cold and Lucas wanted to play some dumb video game today.”
So, Eddie chose the Harrington tree and he even was part of bringing it back to their house, setting it up in the stand and decorating it. They spent hours on the whole affair, and that evening after Max had been in bed for an hour, he found himself laying on the floor of the front room staring up at Steve. He was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, his eyes shining so brightly in the dim room. They had been making out on the floor lazily, their mulled wine cooling in the mugs sitting on a table nearby.
“Thank you for humouring her,” Steve murmured, tucking some of Eddie’s curls behind his ear. “At the nursery. You could’ve said no and I would’ve made her understand.”
“Wasn’t humouring her, Stevie. I mean it,” Eddie insisted, reaching up and cupping Steve’s jaw. “I’m… I’m all in with you, okay? I want to— I helped with the tree because I wanted to, not because she made me.”
Steve’s grin had been blinding and they barely made it to the bedroom before clothes began to be tugged off of each other.
Thus began the trips to winter markets every single weekend, sometimes multiple markets, where Steve and Max would purchase even more kitschy Christmas decor and mulling spice mixes and various fancy pastries and such. It was a lot of Christmas music (which was still disgustingly overplayed) but it was also a lot of seeing Steve and Max smiling so big their faces had to hurt from it.
So, yeah, the sacrifice in this great thing with Steve was that Eddie had to pretend to like Christmas.
The only thing was, he wasn’t pretending, not with Steve. Not with the way Steve and Max did Christmas, the way they involved all of their loved ones and made sure everyone got something out of the holiday from them. It was a shocking revelation when Eddie realized he wanted to spend Christmas with the Harringtons for the rest of his life, that Christmas had the opportunity to usurp Halloween’s place in his heart if Steve kept this up.
When the Hawkins Winter Carnival rolled around, Eddie was ready for the inevitable invite that would come from Steve. It was the thing to do that time of year, and if Eddie was being honest, he had never gone. Well, he went when he was really young, but it didn’t count because he couldn’t remember it.
But the invite just wasn’t coming, and the carnival weekend was quickly approaching. It would be easy enough to secure the day off of work, but it was always better to have as much notice as possible.
“So, were you gonna be going to the Hawkins Winter Carnival?” Eddie asked one day as he sat at the island in Steve’s kitchen, and Steve’s ears went dark red.
“Uhm, yes, I was going,” he admitted sheepishly, and when he looked up, he balked at whatever expression was on Eddie’s face. “I’m just— I’ve been saddled with chaperoning all of Max’s friends and I didn’t want you to have an extra miserable time.”
Eddie blinked at Steve, confused at his logic there. “Why would I be miserable spending the day with two of my favourite people in the whole world?” he asked, grinning at the affectionate eyeroll and blush that got out of Steve.
“Okay, but it’s not just going to be the three of us. It would be us plus a whole gaggle of other twelve-year olds and I wouldn’t wish that fate on my worst enemy,” Steve replied, stirring the sauce he had simmering on the stove.
“Uh-huh, but that’s still not you asking me what I wanna do,” Eddie pointed out, raising an eyebrow when Steve opened his mouth to argue. When Steve snapped it shut again, Eddie puffed his chest up smugly. “That’s what I thought.”
“Fine. Eddie, would you like to join me and a gaggle of sixth-graders to the carnival?” Steve asked with another roll of his eyes, but he was grinning when he looked up at Eddie through his lashes.
“I would love to!” Eddie replied brightly, already texting his boss at the bar to get the day off.
The day of the carnival was bright and sunny, the snow on the ground blinding. The sun beaming through the windows of Eddie’s apartment was warm, so he just put on his jeans, an insulated pair of boots, and one of his heavier coats. He didn’t want to get too hot walking around, he decided, and the thought of keeping track of gloves and a hat was daunting on its own.
When Steve arrived to pick him up, he only had Max in the back seat, and she was practically vibrating with excitement. Not that she would voice it out loud, of course, but Eddie knew she was happy he was tagging along.
“You look good,” Steve sighed, leaning across the center console to press a soft, chaste kiss to Eddie’s lips, filling his stomach with a swarm of butterflies.
“You, too,” Eddie replied, chasing Steve’s lips for another quick kiss before sitting properly and buckling up. They could usually get away with two chaste smooches before Max started gagging noisily in the back seat.
“So, where are the gaggle of children I was warned about?” Eddie asked after Steve started driving, turning in his seat so he could see Max, too.
“We’re meeting them there,” Max replied, staring out her window.
“So their parents can get them all there, but can’t stick around?” Eddie asked and Steve laughed.
“Yep,” he said, and Max huffed.
“You offer to take us every single year, Dad,” she said flatly, for which Steve apparently had no argument.
Once they arrived at the carnival, it only took a few minutes before an entire gaggle of tweens surrounded them, all of them speaking at volumes that had to be against some kind of international law or convention or something. Eddie just stood off to the side, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets as he watched Steve take charge (kind of) and coral the little demons.
“Who’re you?”
Eddie jumped, startled by a voice right in front of him. Looking down, he realized that all of the kids were now staring at him, and he had no idea which one just spoke.
“Uh… Hi, I’m Eddie,” he replied, taking a hand out of his pocket to wave at the kids with just his fingers. Immediately, he put his hand back into his pocket as he realized the air was a bit colder than he had been prepared for.
“You’re Steve’s boyfriend?” the tallest kid asked with complete and utter disbelief in his voice.
“Gee, Wheeler, thanks?” Steve snorted, rolling his eyes skyward.
“He just seems way out of your league—” Mike started to reply before he was cut-off by a sharp elbow to the sternum from Max. “Hey!”
“Alright, children, let’s keep it civil please. We’ve got three hours to kill here, we don’t need to start it off with a fight,” Steve interjected, bodily stepping between Mike and Max. “Where do we want to head first?”
It was at that point that all the kids started talking at once, stumbling over each other. From what Eddie could gather, the kids wanted to split from the adults and do their own thing. There was a lot of back-and-forth, but eventually, they reached an agreement with Steve.
Firstly, they were to stay within the grounds of the carnival. Secondly, he would be calling one of their cell phones every thirty minutes to check on them and if they didn’t answer they immediately lost their adult-free privileges. Thirdly, they were expected to meet Steve and Eddie at the gates of the carnival at five without Steve having to round them up himself.
“You don’t want a chaperon, you have to act like you don’t need one,” Steve had said when they protested.
And that was how Eddie ended up walking around the winter carnival with Steve, just the two of them.
The carnival was a decent size, with several booths of local artisans and artists selling their holiday themed wares, a midway with food trucks galore, a Ferris wheel and merry-go-round, and carnival games. There was plenty to keep them busy for three hours.
However, Eddie quickly discovered that just because the sun felt warm through the window at home, that did not mean it was going to keep him from getting cold after more than thirty minutes outside. Within an hour and a bit, Eddie’s nose, ears, and fingers were chilly, even with his hair down and his hands kept deep in his coat pockets.
But in the end, Eddie found it easy to ignore his discomfort because Steve was smiling so huge and so bright. Eddie would suffer literally anything, even torture, just to see Steve’s grin, whether it was directed at him or not.
Somehow, though, that happy expression was for Eddie, so he would be brave and not complain about the chill. They only had a little more than an hour to go, and at some point, Eddie could buy a hot drink to wrap his cold fingers around. He was fine, perfect even.
As it came up on four, and Eddie was clutching the biggest polar bear stuffie he’d ever seen (Steve won it for him at the game with the basketball hoops), Steve sighed and wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist. Cuddling into Steve’s warmth, Eddie tilted his head onto Steve’s shoulder as they walked.
“How about we grab some mulled wine?” Steve suggested, turning his head to kiss the top of Eddie’s head and filling his tummy with a furious swarm of butterflies.
“Sounds perfect, big boy,” he replied with a grin, letting Steve lead him to the truck serving the mulled wine. There was a bit of a line, so Steve nodded toward one of the nearby fire pits.
“Grab us a seat?” Steve suggested, and Eddie nodded quickly, more than happy to sit in front of a fire after freezing his dick off for the better part of two hours. When Eddie went to pull away, Steve stopped him. “Goodbye kiss?”
“You’re a sap,” Eddie teased, even as he leaned in and kissed Steve’s smiling lips chastely. “I’m just going, like, ten feet away.”
“You love it,” Steve said as Eddie pulled away, and he was correct. “Your nose is cold,” he added with a grin, and Eddie laughed.
“Yours isn’t much better,” he teased before pulling away and hurrying over to the fire pit, immediately laying his polar bear across the bench to save their seats and holding his hands in the warmth of the fire. It almost hurt, but it also felt really good.
It was only a few minutes before Steve stepped up beside Eddie, leaning close as he offered him one of the little disposable cups. Without hesitation, Eddie stooped to kiss his boyfriend sweetly, grinning when Steve sighed.
“Missed you,” Steve said as he pulled away and beamed at Eddie.
“You were just over there for, like, fifteen minutes,” Eddie replied, his cheeks hot with his blush as butterflies swarmed inside his stomach.
Steve just gave Eddie his most handsome and crooked little grin. “Tell me about it,” he hummed, leaning back in for a quick smooch before holding up Eddie’s mulled wine. “Here’s yours.”
When Eddie finally went to take his cup, their fingers brushed briefly and Eddie made a soft noise at how hot Steve’s fingers felt against his. The other man must have taken his own gloves off while purchasing their drinks.
“What the hell?” Steve asked as his hand flinched away, his expression a bit horrified when his gaze met Eddie’s. “Eds, why are your fingers so cold? How long have they been like this?”
Eddie could feel his cheeks heat with the intensity of his blush, and he shrugged. “Kinda… since we got here?” he said a bit sheepishly and Steve made a small sound of disbelief.
“Are you kidding me? You’ve been giving yourself frostbite and not—I’m rounding up the kids, we’re leaving—” Steve started, and Eddie quickly shook his head.
“No! Don’t! I don’t wanna ruin their fun,” Eddie insisted, and Steve scoffed.
“And you losing your fingers isn’t going to do that?” he asked bitchily, putting a hand on his waist and raising an eyebrow.
“It’s not cold enough for that and you know it,” Eddie replied flatly. “Seriously, Steve, I’m going to be fine. I have a hot drink, a hot fire, and a hot boyfriend. I’ll warm up real quick right here.”
Steve’s eyes narrowed as he considered Eddie’s words and when he opened his mouth to speak, his phone began to ring.
“It’s Max,” he said, frowning a bit as he answered. “Hey! What’s— why’s everyone yelling…? So, no one’s hurt but…? Okay, let me get this straight,” Steve started, smirking a little bit and rolling his eyes at Eddie. “You and Jane are done hanging out with ‘smelly, stupid boys’ but you want me to call in five minutes and end everything early…? What’s in it for me, huh?”
Eddie snorts and sips at his mulled wine, shuffling backward to the bench and scooping his polar bear up into his lap while Steve hummed noncommittally as Max spoke.
“Hmm, I’ll consider your offer closely. Eddie’s been giving himself frostbite this whole time anyway, so I was about to call it anyway,” Steve finally said, ignoring Eddie’s indignant squawk. “Yeah, the butthead didn’t wear any gloves. Do I still have to wait five minutes…? Perfect, we’re at the fire pit near the mulled wine stand… Yeah, the one close to the gates. See you soon.”
Eddie pouted at Steve as he hung-up and sat down next to him. “You didn’t have to do that,” he grumbled, relaxing as Steve wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tugged him closer.
“Hey, Max wanted to be rescued from the boys anyway. If anything, I’m doing her more of a favour than you,” he said flippantly, and Eddie rolled his eyes.
“Sure, whatever,” Eddie said, and within seconds they could hear the noisy approach of the gaggle of preteens.
The ride back to Steve’s was a whirlwind, with Steve insisting on dropping Mike, Lucas, and Dustin off at their homes first, even though they had to circle back on their route to drop Max off at Jane and Will’s house. The moment they dropped Dustin off and it was just the three kids in the back, Eddie immediately understood the inefficient route. Near-silence immediately fell in the car, the only disturbance being the Christmas music quietly playing on the radio as they drove.
“Holy shit, I think my ears are actually ringing,” Eddie commented, and Steve snorted.
“You get used to the shrill din of Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson arguing at the top of their lungs,” he replied, and Max scoffed at that.
“No one gets used to that, Dad,” she argued, and Eddie could see her smirk when Jane and Will giggled at that.
Finally, once they were child-free and back at Steve’s house, Eddie felt ready to crash on the couch and maybe pass out for a little nap. But of course, Steve had other ideas.
“Nuh-uh, you froze at the festival I dragged you to, so I’m gonna make sure you get all warmed up,” Steve insisted, dragging Eddie into a kiss that he refused to let Eddie deepen.
Despite Eddie’s best efforts, Steve was apparently on a mission to actually warm him up. It wasn’t just a euphemism for getting Eddie upstairs to his bed or anything like that.
Instead, Steve drew Eddie a bath in the huge soaker tub in the master bathroom, complete with a fancy bath bomb and even fucking candles. To drive home that this wasn’t about sex, Steve kissed him sweetly, chastely and said, “Enjoy your bath. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”
Eddie wasn’t sure how long he was in the tub, luxuriating in the warm, lavender-scented water, before Steve poked his head inside to let him know that dinner was served. But the bath did the trick, warming him to his core and leaving him feeling loose and relaxed. Sleepy almost, but not completely exhausted like he had felt when they got home after the festival.
‘Wait, not home. To Steve’s house,’ Eddie corrected himself internally, getting out of the tub and slipping on the fluffy bathrobe Steve had said he could use while he was over a couple weeks ago. There was also a pair of slippers that Eddie had left by accident when he spent the night months ago that Steve had placed with the robe.
Downstairs, there was a fire going in the fireplace and Steve was setting out two plates of the meal he prepared on the coffee table. Steve had also gotten changed into his own bathrobe at some point, and that had Eddie struggling with the urge to confess his love right then and there.
“What?” Steve asked and Eddie blinked, startled out of his thoughts. He hadn’t realized he was staring, or standing there for so long.
“Nothing, just admiring my amazing boyfriend, that’s all,” Eddie replied with a giant grin, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders to pull him into a kiss. Once again, all of his attempts to deepen the kiss were thwarted until Steve pulled away.
“Eddie,” he warned, his tone light but the scold in it was obvious to Eddie’s ears. “Dinner first.”
“Haven’t you heard the saying, though?” Eddie challenged lightly, grinning against Steve’s lips as he placed another kiss on them. “Life’s short, so eat dessert first?”
“What did I say, Eds?” Steve asked instead, his tone full of that firmness that Eddie found himself craving more and more often.
With a sigh, Eddie replied, “Dinner first.”
“That’s right,” Steve said with a pleased hum as he stepped out of Eddie’s embrace and motioned for him to sit on the couch.
They ate their food in comfortable quiet, nothing but logs crackling in the fireplace breaking the silence of Steve’s living room. Usually, such quiet would be excruciating for Eddie, but with Steve it felt natural, perfect even. Like it was safe. Quiet moments with Steve never made Eddie feel like he had to fill them with chatter or noise like he would with most other people.
By the time they were done eating, Eddie felt so relaxed he was close to dozing off right there on the couch with his plate in his lap.
“Let’s get you upstairs and tucked into bed,” Steve hummed, standing up and holding his hands out to help Eddie to his feet.
“The dishes…” Eddie pointed out, but Steve just kept tugging him along behind him.
“They can stay right there for one night, Eds,” he replied as they climbed the stairs.
It wasn’t long before they were cuddled up under the covers on Steve’s bed, robes and slippers discarded on the floor next to the bed, and holding each other as they kissed softly, sweetly.
“How’re you feeling?” Steve asked quietly without pulling away. “Warmed up?”
“Definitely,” Eddie replied, eyes fluttering as his body lit up under Steve. “Feeling so warm.”
“Mm, I bet,” Steve chuckled, finally deepening their kiss as one of his hands wandered over Eddie’s chest, down his abdomen, and toward his hip. Before Eddie could dream of whining about being teased, Steve shifted his weight and his thigh pressed between Eddie’s legs. At Eddie’s choked off moan, Steve sighed and said, “Yeah, definitely feeling warm now.”
“Stevie, please,” Eddie whispered against Steve’s mouth as he fought the urge to rut against his thigh.
“You’re not too tired, sweetheart?” Steve asked, and Eddie could hear the genuine concern in his voice.
“Never too tired for you, babe,” he replied easily, and he absolutely meant it. Then he sheepishly added, “it might have to be just this, though, if that’s okay?”
“Of course, that’s okay, Eds,” Steve replied, pulling back to meet Eddie’s eyes as he shifted until he was settled between his legs. “So perfect when you tell me your limits, baby.”
The praise hit Eddie hard in the gut, heat pooling south so quickly he felt dizzy with it. Spreading his legs wider to wrap around Steve’s waist, Eddie moaned when they slotted against each other like matching puzzle pieces.
They rocked together like that, lazy and relaxed, making out softly until Eddie was squirming underneath Steve.
“What do you need, baby?” Steve asked in a whisper, rolling his hips a bit more determinedly, dragging a flurry of whimpers out of Eddie’s throat.
“Need t’come,” he gasped, arching against Steve and whining when Steve worked a hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around both of them. “Please, Stevie, m’so close.”
“Me too, Eds,” Steve groaned before capturing Eddie’s lips again in a sloppy, hungry kiss. Just when the coil in Eddie’s gut pulled so tight it was almost painful, Steve whispered a gentle, “come for me, sweetheart.”
Just like that, Eddie spilled between them, making a mess of both of their stomachs and Steve’s hand. When Steve didn’t stop his rocking and stroking, Eddie whimpered almost pitifully, begging Steve to come so the exquisite, perfect torture of overstimulation would end. After only a few more strokes, Steve came with a cry so sweet, Eddie felt tears spring to his eyes as he threw his arms around his boyfriend, refusing to let him go.
They held each other, panting and kissing each other sloppily for a long time, just long enough for the mess between them to become tacky and unpleasant.
“I’ll go grab a cloth, okay?” Steve said with a laugh, carefully getting off the bed to avoid smearing anything on the linens or comforters.
Eddie watched his beautiful boyfriend disappear into the ensuite, feeling warm and floaty, taken care of, and treasured. When Steve returned, Eddie knew he was looking up at the man with the sappiest, lovesick gaze if the way Steve’s cheeks turned pink was anything to go by.
“What?” he asked with a little smirk as he carefully wiped the warm cloth over Eddie’s lower abdomen and softened cock.
Taking a deep breath, Eddie replied, “I love you.”
Steve froze and his eyes met Eddie’s with a fierce intensity that would’ve terrified Eddie if a grin didn’t split Steve’s face a second later. It was huge, bright, and absolutely goofy with the way it crinkled the corners of his eyes. It was Eddie’s favourite Steve smile.
“Even though I prefer Christmas over Halloween?” Steve asked in a voice that was so happy that Eddie couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of his own chest.
“Hey, you might’ve made a convert out of me,” he confessed, winking at Steve’s shocked gasp.
“Are you serious? I made you a Christmas lover, too?” Steve pressed, tossing the cloth in the general direction of the ensuite so he could lay on top of Eddie.
“Yeah, just as long as I get to spend it with you and Max,” Eddie replied, reaching up to tuck some of Steve’s hair behind his ears. “As long as you and Max still want me around.”
“Well, you’re in luck, Eds, because I intend to keep you as long as you’ll let me,” Steve hummed, dipping his chin to capture Eddie’s lips in a slow, searching kiss before whispering against his lips, “I love you, too.”
And, yeah, Eddie was pretty sure Christmas was going to become his favourite holiday and stay that way for a long time. Maybe even forever if his luck kept up.
47. “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.” 💕💕
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There was something distinctly heartbreaking about playing wingman for the guy who made you believe in the entire concept of soulmates, Eddie thinks as he leans against the trunk of Steve Harrington's Beemer. It's not even that he thinks they're soulmates, but what the dude has with Robin is really convincing. And maybe Eddie is pretty sure Steve is his soulmate, even platonically, even if that thought makes his pining ass want to vomit.
He refuses to pine after a straight man for eternity, and yet...
What's stupid is that Eddie is a shit wingman, so it doesn't even make sense that Steve keeps taking him out with him to bars and shit. Half the women that wanted to even approach Steve were afraid of Eddie, and the other half were fucking mean to him which lost Steve's favour immediately which... hey, Eddie couldn't complain too much about that.
But still, that meant that Steve was striking out every single time and Eddie was feeling bad about it because he was happy about it. He got to spend a whole evening with Steve and sometimes they would spend the night together because Eddie's place was closer and Steve was too tired to drive all the way home. Eddie could pretend this was a real date, that Steve Harrington was dating him.
Jesus H. Christ, he was pathetic.
Steve sighs next to him. "Why is this so hard?" he asks, and at Eddie's questioning look, Steve elaborates, "Dating, getting laid, whatever you wanna call it?"
Eddie huffs a laugh, and shrugs. "Well, I mean, I think I've got it worse in that department, Stevie," he mutters, taking a drag of his cigarette. Steve's known about him being gay for months now, which makes it even more wild that the man still shared a bed with him and took him out to bars almost every Friday night. Tossing his cigarette onto the asphalt and stubbing it out with his boot, Eddie asks, "What are you even looking for?"
Steve pauses, staring at the ground. "Someone who makes me happy, who gets me, who wants to be with me, the real me, y'know?" he asks without even looking at Eddie, which is good because Eddie's sure the way his heart was breaking would be visible from fucking outer space.
Me, that's me, Stevie. Choose me. That's what Eddie wants to say, to shout and scream and even stomp his feet a bit because it's not fucking fair. He's all those things and more and he wanted to be that for Steve.
"Think you might be putting too high of standards too early on these poor girls, Stevie," Eddie laughs instead, grinning crookedly over at Steve and stopping short at the intense gaze being leveled back at him.
"See, that's the thing, Eds. I'm starting to think I've been looking for that in all the wrong places," Steve says seriously, shifting so he's standing in front of Eddie.
And Eddie is sure he's dreaming. He's actually fast asleep and he's going to wake up literally any second and this was all just some terrible dream thought up by his awful, gay, pining, stupid brain. Because it actually sounds like Steve, the love of Eddie's life, is about to confess something huge to him.
"What makes you say that?" Eddie croaks out before clearing his throat, glancing at Steve's lips before meeting his eyes.
"I've always had these big dreams about my life, what it'd look like if I wanted to be happy, and before I always thought of these grand things that involve a wife and a whole pack of kids," Steve says and Eddie feels his already shattered heart break even more.
Eddie manages to laugh, though, even if what he really wants is to crawl into bed and cry. "Okay, so now you're raising the bar even higher on these poor girls?" Eddie asks, shoving Steve's shoulder with his fist.
Steve isn't swayed. "You don't get it, Eds, that's not what I want anymore," he says, running his hands back through his hair. "That isn't what I imagine when I think about being happy."
"Then what do you imagine?" Eddie asks because, apparently, he's a huge fucking masochist.
"Eds... you're really going to make me say it out loud?" Steve asks, almost teasingly, and then he steps just a little bit closer.
Eddie's heart stops, once again struck by how not real this has to be. "Yeah, I'm gonna need you to say it with your outside voice, Stevie," Eddie says. "I'm not a mind reader."
Steve sighs heavily and puts his hands on his hips as he visibly considers his next words carefully. Something comes over his expression that takes Eddie's breath away, something fierce and brave and beautiful, and now the full force of it was turning on him when Steve's eyes meet his.
"When I picture myself happy," Steve starts, stepping close enough that the heat radiating off of him begins to warm Eddie's chilled skin. Steve lifts a hand to cup Eddie's jaw as he says, "It's with you, Eds."
Eddie blinks owlishly at Steve. "What?"
"I think I'm--I've been into you for months, and when you came out to me I got so hopeful, like I actually maybe stood a chance, which is obviously stupid. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you're into me but still," Steve rambles a bit as Eddie tries to form a coherent thought. Steve chews on his bottom lip and asks, "Eds? What do you--is this, like, okay?"
Eddie slaps himself in the face, just hard enough to sting, and Steve jumps.
"Eddie, what the hell?" Steve asks, bewildered.
"Sorry, just checking that I'm not dreaming. Pinching wouldn't've been enough to wake me up from a dream this good," Eddie breathes, twisting his hand in the front of Steve's polo and pulling him close. "You mean that, Stevie? You want me?"
"More than I've wanted anything in my life," Steve confesses easily, and he stumbles when Eddie gently shoves him back.
"Then take me home and we can make out about it in private, yeah?" Eddie suggests, grinning as he scrambles to get into the passenger seat of the Beemer.
When Steve gets into the car, he's grinning, and Eddie leans across the center console. "One kiss for the road?" he asks, batting his lashes up at Steve.
"Absolutely," Steve agrees, and then their mouths slotted together perfectly, like they were made to be kissing each other all along.
And yeah, Eddie was really starting to believe in soulmates actually...
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