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Wooyoung is horny. Mingi is also horny. They aren't sure what they're doing anymore, too many lines have been crossed at this point, too many nights panting each other's names on the others lips. Too many nights of ruined sheets and they don't care to have a label on whatever they're doing. They both just know it feels good, they feel good doing it together. So when Wooyoung suggests they jerk off together (nothing new for them, mind you), Mingi doesn't even think twice to pull himself out of his pants and starts to stroke himself. Mingi sighs, eyes fluttering shut at the contact of his own hand on his semihard cock, but when his eyes crack open he's met with a pouting Wooyoung looking back at him. 

“What's wrong Youngie?” he asks, head tilting to the side slightly, hand still making slow pumps of his cock. 

Wooyoung's cheeks instantly blush, turning a pretty shade of pink that Mingi is all too used to seeing. Wooyoung bites his bottom lip, eyes sparkling at Mingi when he asks, “You want to, like, jerk off with our dicks together?”

Mingi's mouth falls open slightly, shocked by the question but the arousal is licking its way up his spine all the same. He nods his head, “Yeah –” He takes a breath out through his nose, mind settling with the fact. “Yeah, I do.” His answer is breathy, but it’s like dripping sweet honey to Wooyoung's ears. 

Wooyoung's cock twitches in his pants as he nods his head to Mingi, a smile spreading across his face. Wooyoung shuffles up the bed, legs on either side of Mingi’s thighs as he leans in and kisses him. Wooyoung didn't want to come off too strong, but when their lips met and Mingi moaned into his mouth Wooyoung’s fingers dug into Mingi’s hair, grinding down on his cock. The friction causing both of them to moan into the kiss again, and it has Wooyoung's head spinning. 

He pulls away from Mingi, and makes quick work of his sweatpants and briefs, pulling them off his legs and tossing them somewhere on the floor. With his legs still straddled on the outside of Mingi’s thighs, he sits his ass on the top of Mingi’s legs and scoots himself far enough forward so their cocks can be held together comfortably. 

Mingi hisses when the underside of Wooyoung’s cock meets his. Everything already feels so overwhelming for him already – the way their cocks feel together, how their balls are touching, the warmth, and he doesn't miss the way Wooyoung’s thighs strain when his hand squeezes them together. Mingi’s cock is already leaking, the beads of precum dripping down the back side of his cock to meet Wooyoung's. 

It feels filthy, and sinful as Wooyoung’s eyes locked onto Mingi’s – both their pupils blown wide as Wooyoung starts to move his hand against both of them. His hand stops at the base of them, fingers squeezing slightly as another bead of precum dribbles out of Mingi. “Fuck, princess.” Wooyoung says breathless, eyes falling down to their cocks squeezed together. Wooyoung feels the warmth to start pooling at the base of his stomach already, his cock now leaking onto Mingi’s. 

“Woo, please.” Mingi begs as he bites into his bottom lip. 

Normally Wooyoung would tease Mingi, make him tell him what he wants but Wooyoung is too turned on to give a shit. he knows what Mingi wants, what they both want and he's not going to hold out any longer. He releases his grip on them slightly, allowing for the precum to drop further down their cocks to make it easier to move. “Give me your hand, Min.” 

Mingi reaches his hand out, and Wooyoung grabs it, moving it down to their cocks, wrapping it around them as well with his own hand. With both of their hands wrapped around each other, it feels warmer and tighter. It has Wooyoung’s head reeling for more. The contact has Mingi bucking his hips up into their hands, the slide of their cocks together is smoother, wetter. “Aah – fu..” he bucks his hips again, “Fuck – Youngie.” Voice thick with honey, yet so breathy and soft it has Wooyoung grunting as his own hips buck up into their hands. 

Wooyoung tightens the grip on their cocks, eyes locking with Mingi’s as he starts fucking into their fists. His hips roll slowly, pulling his dick almost all the way out of their hands. Precum wetting his cock and Mingi’s as he pushes himself back through their hands. “Mnnnhh – oh my ga –” Wooyoung moans as the tips of their cocks touch, the feeling has goosebumps trailing over his entire body, electricity setting his body on fire. 

“Oh my god, princess. fuck, this feels –” 

“So fucking good, Youngie” Mingi finishes for him as he lets out a sharp exhale, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “More, aah, yeah – more. Plea – ahh – se.” Mingi is whimpering, eyes searching Wooyoung's face for more, silently begging with his big brown eyes in the most adorable and pathetic look Wooyoung has ever seen. 

“Yeah, ahh, mng, more –,” he nods his head to Mingi, and he readjusts his hand, squeezing a little more as they both start fucking into their fists at different times. As one is pushed all the way up into their fists, the base of their cock meeting the outside of their palms. The other barely has their cock stuffed into their hands, the wet, sensitive head rubbing against their fingers. 

Wooyoung finds his eyes trailing down Mingi’s body again, watching as his chest rises and falls, stomach muscles tightening as he fucks his cock up. His pretty nipples are hard, skin glistening with sweat and Wooyoung can't help but to lean in and take Mingi’s nipple into his mouth. His tongue makes circles around the pebbled nub, and Wooyoung moans around it as he feels Mingi’s cock leaking so much precum, if Wooyoung didn't know better he might think he was cuming. Mingi’s head falls back onto the pillows below him, his hips faltering as Wooyoung bites his nipple. He laces his fingers with Mingi’s as he starts moving their hands together. 

“So messy, Min.” Wooyoung teases against Mingi’s nipple. He pulls himself back, sitting back on the top of Mingi’s thighs. “So wet.” Their hands are coated in precum so much so it's started pooling on Mingi's stomach. Wooyoung swipes a few fingers through their mess, bringing it to Mingi’s mouth as his lips part and Wooyoung stuffs his fingers inside down to his knuckles. It has Mingi gagging slightly as his fingers reach the back of his throat and suddenly Wooyoung wishes it was his cock instead of his fingers. “Mmhh, you'd look so pretty with my cock in your mouth Mingi-yah.” Mingi can only moan around the digits, his cock twitching hard in their hands. “Tell me how we taste princess.” 

And Mingi would answer, he really would but Wooyoung kept his fingers in his mouth, too immersed in how Mingi's lips looked around his fingers. How his bottom lip wrapped around his fingers was so devastatingly beautiful, like they were meant to do this. 

As their eyes locked again, Wooyoung slowly drug his fingers out of Mingi's mouth. Fingers dragging achingly slow out of Mingi’s mouth, pushing down his bottom lip before Wooyoung slinks his hand under Mingi’s chin and wraps his hand around his throat. The sight and feeling alone had both of them dribbling out more precum. Mingi looks up at Wooyoung with glassy brown eyes, mouth parted slightly. “Fuck –” Wooyoung whispers, eyebrow arching at Mingi. “Clo - ahhh,” Wooyoung digs his teeth into his bottom lip. Eyes rolling back as he takes a deep breath through his nose, hips faultering as he keeps fucking against Mingi and their hands. He blinks hard and tries again, “Princess -” 

“Hmmmnnnn - Woo.” Mingi is whimpering out his name, as Wooyoung's fingers tighten on his neck slightly, the knot in his stomach impossibly tight. “Cum, aahhh, fuck. I wanna -” he starts, his freehand gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white. “Fuck Wooyoung, can I cum pluhh - hmn - plea… ease?” Mingi's head is spinning, waiting for permission. Waiting to let the knot in his stomach snap free. Waiting to cum all over Wooyoung's dick.

Wooyoung has a wild smile on his face, the corner of his mouth pulled up. “Fuck. yeah, baby, I'm close to.” Wooyoung's nodding his head, pleased with how Mingi sounds asking to cum - oh it's so beautiful. It makes his cock twitch hard in their hands, almost cumming. His eyes look for Mingi's, “cum for me princess. please. I know you look so pretty when you cum, huh, isn't that right Mingi-yah?” 

Mingi nods his head back, words stuck thick in his throat. Wooyoung squeezes their cocks just a little bit hard, “Pretty just fo – for you - ahhh - Youngie. shit –” The curse is drawn out and breathy as cums into their hands. Ropes of his cum shooting over their hands onto his stomach, and when the warm liquid spills onto Wooyoung's cock it has him grunting hard and cumming at the same time. 

“Fuck, oh my god –” Wooyoung pants out, eyes locked onto their hands. Locked onto how Mingi is still cumming, locked onto how his own cum spills onto Mingi's cock. There's so much cum between the two of them it's dribbling down the sides of their hands and pooling on Mingi's stomach. 

Wooyoung knows it'll be too much, they're both so sensitive right now but he slowly moves his hand up and down their cocks, milking them both of any cum they have left. They both hiss through the feeling, surely overstimulated but neither asking to stop.

“Mingi –” Wooyoung whispers his name, soft and fluffy and breathy. 

Mingi smiles, taking a deep breath. “Wooyoung.” It's breathy, and full of affection as his eyes focus onto his friend still sitting on his lap. 

They both let go of their cocks, giggling as Mingi's falls into their puddle of cum on his stomach. “You're a mess princess.” Wooyoung laughs, shifting back a little bit on Mingi's thighs. 

Mingi laughs, and pouts at Wooyoung jokingly. “Okay, this wasn't just me.” 

Wooyoung just shrugs his shoulders, softly smiling at Mingi. “You're right. But you're the messiest.” He leans forward and pokes Mingi's stomach. He giggles, and blushes up at Wooyoung with a big smile on his face. “What?” Wooyoung’s eyes search Mingi’s face, taking in the slope of Mingi's nose, the mole under his eye. He's always been attractive, but under the soft warm light of his room and the happy, blissed out look on his face he truly is breathtaking. 

Mingi just keeps smiling at Wooyoung, eyes shifting quickly down to his lips then back up to his soft brown eyes. “Kiss me, please.”