"Good Vibrations"
Pairing: Woogi (Wooyoung X Mingi)
Rating: Explicit (sexual content, language)
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Wooyoung hated building furniture. Worse yet, he hated disassembling furniture just to reassemble it again. What was the damn point? Had any of his best friends been available that weekend, he wouldn’t have struggled as much. But no. They all had “reasons.”
Reason A: One was off gallivanting at a giant family reunion, followed by an exam.
Reason B: The other had a dead relative that wouldn’t be less dead in a few days time. Wooyoung considered that inherently rude. He still sent a potted plant and his most sincere condolences.
Wooyoung scoffed as a thick, wooden leg positively refused to budge from his dining table.
“I can always fucking burn you in the quad!” he yelled, tugging on the leg, renewed agitation fueling him. With the quick pop of a hammer, the wood disengaged, only a small chunk being taken out in frustration.
Finally in pieces, Wooyoung hauled the individual parts of the table down to his rental moving truck and set them inside. The legs sat haphazardly on the floor while he propped the table top behind his wooden nightstand. At least that piece of furniture had been moveable without needing dissecting.
He continued working until it was dark outside, the sun long disappeared beneath the horizon, then drove the rental truck across Seoul. His new apartment was substantially closer to work. It also had the added perks of being safer and cleaner. A heavy sigh left him as he pulled up outside of the building, his stomach lightly rumbling.
He hadn’t eaten since breakfast, too caught up in clearing his apartment out in time. He had beaten the apartment provided curfew by exactly three minutes. The landlord glared at him as apartment keys were dumped into his nubby hands, not being able to squeeze more money out of Wooyoung for running over time.
Wooyoung pulled his taut ponytail from his long hair, feeling a tension headache beginning to set in from hunger. Reaching for his cellphone, he opened his Domino’s app, quickly ordering a meat caked pizza and cheesy bread.
With food on the way, he popped open the back of the moving truck and yanked out a giant green bean bag. He closed the truck and secured it for the night. It was too late and too dark for him to try and move anything in now. He would have to resort to sleeping on his trusted bean bag.
Anything would be better than the floor.
He grabbed his backpack from the front seat of the rental, and locked all of the doors. Yes, the area he had moved to was safer. But he could still get robbed. And with his luck, someone would want his “shitty” (read also: well loved) stuff.
Joke was on them; he had the hex key and screw drivers for all necessary assembly in the backpack with a change of clothes, toiletries, and a towel.
He had just sat said items out in the shower when his doorbell rang. A short guy with bright red hair stood outside, holding two boxes and obnoxiously smacking gum. The smell of cooked meat and cheese immediately hit Wooyoung’s nose, causing him to nearly moan out loud. After exchanging the boxes for a tip, he watched as the delivery guy left.
He was cute, his round bubble butt bouncing with each step he took.
Reason C he was moving alone? His long term boyfriend had just dumped him. No preamble, no arguing. He just packed his shit and left; leaving Wooyoung with a broken heart and a lease he couldn’t afford. Wooyoung had to quickly find a new flat to move into.
Wooyoung frequently had to remind himself that this place was safer, closer to his job, and surprisingly cheaper. The footprint of the place indicated why. Wooyoung would have to force fit his things into a place a third of the size of his last home.
Not that this was a home.
Yet.
Wooyoung sighed and tore into his pizza. Leaving the box on the kitchen counter, he reached into the refrigerator to grab for the most important thing he had moved thus far: alcohol.
Grabbing a large bottle of Soju, he ate and drank his feelings away while standing over the chipped laminate counter. Half a pizza, an entire carton of cheesy bread, and a bottle of Soju later, and his stomach was sated and then some. His heart still required a little more work.
Wooyoung plopped down into the bean bag, the small beads within shifting under his weight. As soon as he quit moving, the exhaustion from the day caught up to him. He drifted off to sleep, the hallway light still illuminating the empty apartment.
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Early the next morning, Wooyoung was reminded as to why he didn’t nap in the bean bag chair anymore and why he had almost thrown it away. No matter which way he stretched, his neck and back would not relent, his muscles tighter than the stubborn leg of his kitchen table. With a deep groan he stripped, leaving his clothes on the floor. His hamper was still sitting in the moving truck outside.
Not that there was another person in the apartment to be bothered by it.
He eased into a scalding shower, hoping the water would melt the tension from his muscles. He was finally being pelted into relief when the water turned ice cold. He let out a shriek as his balls shriveled up and tried disappearing into his body.
Fuck, this place had a small water heater.
No more long morning showers.
He was going to have to either jerk off in bed, which required immediate clean up, or learn to jerk off into ice cubes and let his cock fall off. Neither sounded like a pleasant alternative.
Forgoing his usual morning routine, he dressed in track pants and a band t-shirt, ready to unload the moving truck. He waist banded his erection, reminding his cock that he didn’t even have lotion on hand to make it a quick handy enjoyable.
After slipping on shoes, Wooyoung made his way down the ten step staircase and bounced towards the truck. He was glad to see no one had stolen it in the middle of the night. Deliriously exhausted, he probably wouldn’t have even heard someone taking it.
Unlocking the back, he turned music on on his phone, which he kept in his pants pocket, and began systematically unpacking what remained of his life.
He had just thudded against what he thought was a vacant apartment’s door with a chair, when a tall man with wild raven hair threw the door open.
“Who is being so loud at this ungodly hour?” he belted, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Wooyoung felt himself flush. Sure, the man was angry. But he was also hot.
Like really hot.
Tall. Black hair past his unpierced ears. A few moles dotting his face, just like Wooyoung. His rich brown eyes barely opened as he scanned for the person holding the chair.
And his body. Holy shit, his body. Wooyoung could feel the drool beginning to pool in his mouth.
The stranger was shirtless and jacked, a perfect Adonis V disappearing into low slung gym shorts. Wooyoung’s cock twitched in vested interest.
“Sorry,” Wooyoung finally managed, pivoting the chair. He set it on the ground before him and extended his hand. “I’m Wooyoung.”
The angry, shirtless, sex god eyed him for a minute before his features relaxed. A slightly crooked grin graced his handsome face.
“Mingi,” he rumbled, his voice deep. His very large hand engulfed Wooyoung’s. Wooyoung felt himself twitch again.
Oh this was going to be dangerous.
Wait. Did he say Mingi?
“You don’t happen to work at Digital Reality, do you?” Wooyoung offhandedly asked. Mingi hastily dropped his hand, his facial expression suddenly changing to one of suspicion. Mingi’s eyes narrowed into tiny slits. Wooyoung wondered if he could even see him like that.
“How do you know that?” he asked, his voice clipped as his arms folded over his naked chest. He took a step back into his doorway.
“I’m Woohoo99, a data analyst. You constantly send me cyber security reminders.”
Mingi’s face almost instantly softened. “Oh yeah. I’ve seen you up on floor fifteen, I think.”
Wooyoung gave him what he hoped was a decent smile. “That’s me!”
“Well, good luck with the move, 99,” Mingi smirked, glancing down the corridor to Wooyoung’s open door. “I’m here if you need anything.”
Famous last words.
Mingi almost had his door shut when he poked his head back out. “And keep the noise down, would you?”
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Wooyoung tried to be quiet. He really did. But his two best friends with beefy muscles were AWOL and he was left alone to try and move a solid bed frame up a flight of stairs. Even in pieces, the bed felt like it weighed a ton. By the second piece, Wooyoung was considering putting his mattress on the floor.
He had just let out a plethora of curse words when Mingi’s door popped open again. This time the man was (regrettably) dressed in a work out set and tennis shoes. He looked Wooyoung up and down, taking in his sweat soaked shirt.
“I can’t listen to you struggle anymore,” he announced, grabbing one end of the bed rail. “Let me help.”
Wooyoung sagged slightly in relief. That was until he saw the muscles ripple under Mingi’s shirt, his biceps swelling with every movement. Instead of drowning in drool this time, his mouth went completely dry.
“I can pay you in beer and food,” Wooyoung finally managed to offer as they dragged the bed rail down the small hallway and into the single room. Mingi nodded and they placed the rail on the floor. “I have Soju and domestics in the fridge. Help yourself whenever.”
Wooyoung struggled through a cough wheeze when he watched Mingi single handedly pick up the bed’s headboard, a solid oak and leather piece. It easily weighed 46kg.
Mingi didn’t even break a sweat.
The tall man merely asked for guidance on when he had clearance of the stairs and doorway. Wooyoung made himself useful by grabbing his one electric screw driver and his hex key.
They briefly stopped around lunch and ordered Korean barbecue. The pair ate on newly located dishes, still utilizing the kitchen counter, as the dining table was yet to be brought in. They mostly laughed over work shenanigans as they shoved meat and rice into their mouths before returning to unpacking the truck.
(“I swear I was the one who caught that guy on ten watching tentacle porn. I can never unsee that,” Mingi entertained. Wooyoung cackled around a mouthful of food. The story had only ever been a rumor that had managed to make it to every corner of their work place. Now it had been confirmed.)
By dinner time the truck was nearly empty and ready for return. All that was left was the dreaded dining set and his nightstand. The dining table was carefully placed and built in what Wooyoung felt was record time. With nothing else remaining, they both climbed into the back of the truck and reached for the night stand.
“I’ve got this,” Wooyoung offered, wrapping his arms around the stand. Mingi ignored him and snatched it up, drawers side out. It was then Wooyoung realized a fatal flaw: he hadn’t taped or secured the drawers so that they wouldn’t accidentally fly open.
Running in front of Mingi, he reiterated loudly, “Really, I can get that! Why don’t you order food from my phone?”
Mingi side stepped him.
Then everything went to shit.
The pair stepped off the sidewalk into soft grass, causing the nightstand to tilt ever so slightly. In the process, the middle drawer slid out. An oblong, towel wrapped object fell from the drawer. Wooyoung screamed and jumped to grab it, a loud “Fuck!” leaving him, as Mingi’s hand wrapped around it first.
Mingi held the object in his firm grip. As both men stared at Mingi’s hand, the terry towel fell away, and a newly visible toy began to vibrate in his hand. Wooyoung paled, his arms still outstretched. Mingi blinked at the vibrator he held.
Without a word, he cleared his throat and pressed it to Wooyoung’s chest.
Wooyoung took the toy, his brain reeling in panic. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.”
Mingi walked past him without a word, his ears slightly red, the nightstand still secured against his body. Mingi used his arm to hold the drawers as he entered the apartment and disappeared into the bedroom.
Though he would have preferred to curl up into a ball and die, Wooyoung followed Mingi as he placed the nightstand next to the assembled bed. Mingi glanced at Wooyoung’s vibrating hands, then back at his face.
Wooyoung tried his best to get the toy to turn off. He even went so far as to shove it between the mattress and the box spring of his bed.
“I think that’s everything,” Mingi smiled politely over the buzzing from the mattress. Wooyoung internally promised to beat the vibrator to death with a hammer as soon as Mingi left.
Realizing he was waiting for a reaction, Wooyoung numbly nodded, his brain still misfiring. His usual ability to yap had suddenly dried up.
“I’m going to grab a beer and get going.”
Wooyoung silently followed Mingi to the small kitchen, watching as he grabbed a Corona from the fridge and headed out the door.
“See you around,” Mingi called over his shoulder, before disappearing into his own place. Wooyoung shut the door then promptly beat his head against it.
His vibrator.
Mingi had caught his vibrating dildo of all things.
Fuck. His. Fucking. Life.
Not only would he have to get emails from this man religiously for violating company security rights (Spotify being off limits was bullshit). but now he risked passing him every day on his way to the stairs.
Unless he opted to just throw himself over the railing.
The man, the sex god, had held his fucking vibrating black dildo.
Wooyoung pulled out his phone and quickly selected his best friend’s number.
Fuck funerals and family reunions. Someone needed to come blow out his brains.
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Said best friend, San, arrived 45 minutes after his text begging for help sent. San didn’t look even the slightest bit amused as he raced up the stairs, only to find Wooyoung perfectly intact and unharmed.
“I left an exam cram for this,” San glared at Wooyoung after he regaled him with his torrid story. Wooyoung blinked up at him, appalled at his lack of compassion.
“The man held my dildo in his bare hand, San! How is this not an emergency?”
San sighed and rubbed his brow, setting his beer on the counter. “Look. I will take you to return the rental truck and get your Jeep, but then I’m leaving.”
“As my best friend, you’re not being very sympathetic to my plight,” Wooyoung whined as he followed San. They slipped out of the apartment and made it down the stairs unseen. As San hopped into the moving truck, he almost sat on a small strip of paper.
“Looks like he wasn’t that put out by it,” San smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. Wooyoung ripped the paper from him. On it was a scribbled phone number and Mingi’s name.
Had he put it in the truck before or after the incident?
“I can’t possibly keep this,” Wooyoung stared at the slip of paper in his shaking hands. “Oh, and I’m moving in with you next month.”
“The fuck you are,” San rebutted, pulling away from the curb. Wooyoung bounced in his seat and reached for his seatbelt. “Sangie and I just got comfortable being domestic together. You are not moving in and ruining my love fest.”
“Ew, I don’t want to hear about my best friends fucking,” Wooyoung gagged, slipping the phone number into his back pocket. San threw his head back with a rich cackle.
“Be careful where you sit when you come over next,” he teased. Wooyoung audibly sounded like he was going to throw up all over the truck.
“I fucking hate you.”
“No you don’t,” San countered, pulling out onto a busy highway.
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Wooyoung returned in his Jeep, a handful of bags of food in tow. He had yet to truly stock his refrigerator, minus booze, and was already tired of eating take out. His second trip up the stairs with beer was one he wouldn’t have minded, except he met someone at the top.
Mingi was just leaving his apartment as Wooyoung tried to invisibly dart past undetected. He looked delicious, his long frame wrapped in denim jeans and denim button down. Wooyoung tried not to stare or trip up the stairs.
“Hey, Wooyoung!” Mingi waved at him before heading down the stairs. He was acting like nothing weird had even happened. Still, Wooyoung felt his ears burn as he couldn’t even work out a cordial reply.
Living here was going to be the death of him.
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He had just downed homemade tteokbokki and Soju when there was a sharp knock at his door. In just boxers and a hoodie, he was hesitant to answer a 10pm summoning. He peered through his peep hole, hoping for a ding-dong-ditch. Instead, a large chest obscured his vision. He cracked open the door just a smidge. Denim clad Mingi stood outside, patiently waiting with his hands in his pockets.
“Is that green Jeep yours?” he asked, eyeing Wooyoung’s bare legs. Wooyoung tried to hide further behind the door.
“Yeah, why?”
“You left your headlights on.”
Wooyoung let out a handful of colorful Korean swear words before slipping into shoes and grabbing his keys. He blew past Mingi and down the stairs to his vehicle, completely forgetting the fact that he was practically half naked. Popping in the key, he tried to roll it over.
The battery was dead.
Dead, dead. fucking dead.
Fuck.
Mingi rapped his knuckles on the Jeep window, causing Wooyoung to startle. He opened the door with a defeated sigh.
“I can jump you.”
Wooyoung blinked up at Mingi. The sex god was offering to do what to him? Wooyoung felt himself blush from his scalp to his toes. There was no way he had heard him correctly.
Mingi cocked an eyebrow down at him.
“Your Jeep,” he reiterated. Wooyoung felt his flush deepen. Even in the near pitch black of night, he knew Mingi’s watchful eyes could see how red he was. A shiver raced up Wooyoung’s spine, the implication still playing in his overly active mind.
“That would be great,” his voice came out an octave higher than intended.
Mingi trotted off to an adjacent lot and returned in a small Toyota Corolla a few moments later. He lined their vehicles up, signaling for Wooyoung to pop his hood. As Wooyoung hopped out of his Jeep, he swore at himself for not grabbing pants. It was cold out and the man helping him looked like a god sculpted from clay.
Not that Wooyoung considered himself ugly. He was naturally good looking, thanks to his mom. And he knew his efforts in biking had paid off. But said bike had disappeared with over half of his furniture when Jimin decided to disappear.
Wooyoung couldn’t help but sneer at the Jeep as Mingi attached jumper cables. Upon Mingi’s thorough instructions, Wooyoung jumped back into his Jeep, trying to roll the engine over as Mingi revved his own. After a few attempts, life was breathed back into the Jeep.
This time, Wooyoung remembered to kill the lights when he shut off the engine.
As the pair slowly headed up the stairs side by side, Wooyoung side eyed the man next to him.
“If there’s any way I can repay you…” he offered. Mingi eyed him up and down, blatant hunger written on his face. Wooyoung was about to get excited when Mingi spoke.
“Cook me dinner,” he replied, reaching his place. “I could smell the tteokbokki when you opened the door.”
Wooyoung nodded, feeling only a tiny bit dejected. “Dinner it is.”
How hard could dinner across from an oozing sex god be?
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Wooyoung found out just how difficult it would be the next weekend, after Mingi shot him a message at work.
SongADMin: You’ve never texted me.
Woohoo99: I wasn’t sure you would want me to after…everything.
SongADMin: Of course. How else will I get homemade jjajangmyeon?
Wooyoung blinked at his screen long enough for his office phone to finally ring. It was his coworker, Hongjoong, asking for an updated report from nearly two hours ago.
“You aren’t responding to your emails,” Hongjoong complained, his sneer evident over the phone. Wooyoung swore and promised to have the file to him within minutes. After emailing the document he shot Mingi a text instead of an instant message over their work site.
Woo: Saturday, 7?
Mingi: It’s a date. I’ll bring more Soju.
It’s a date.
Wooyoung swallowed hard. It was just a phrase. It wasn’t like Mingi meant an actual date.
Did he?
Confused and embarrassed, he managed to avoid Mingi at work and his apartment until Saturday afternoon, as he brought the ingredients for dinner into his place. Mingi passed him carrying Soju, as promised.
“See you in a few hours,” Mingi smiled brightly. Wooyoung almost missed what he said, staring at his ruffled self in Mingi’s sunglasses. He was always making the best impressions on the most gorgeous man he had ever seen.
He needed to get laid. That would get Mingi out of his system.
After stowing groceries away, he took a quick shower, utilizing the time to get off rather than actually get clean. For once, he was able to ignore the freezing cold long enough to cum.
Post-coital clarity helped him relax as he seared the pork for the jjajangmyeon. He had just placed everything perfectly into dishes when the clock struck seven. Knuckles thumped against his door.
“Why don’t you ever use the doorbell?” Wooyoung asked, letting Mingi in. Mingi pointed to the button half hanging from the wall. It had somehow gotten shattered in the move in.
Oh, good. One more broken thing in his life.
Wooyoung sighed and ushered Mingi inside. “Great timing. Dinner just finished.”
Mingi took a seat at the small dining table as Wooyoung placed the bowls of jjajangmyeon and sides of kimchi on the table. Mingi opened a Soju and handed it to Wooyoung. They clinked glasses together.
“To new neighbors and good health!” Mingi announced, before taking a drink.
To my impending death. Wooyoung thought to himself as he took a large swig. The slight aftertaste of pear would work perfectly with the pork and noodle dish.
Mingi inhaled the jjajangmyeon and kimchi like a man starved. Wooyoung watched intently as he slowly ate his.
“There’s more if you’re still hungry,” Wooyoung told him, nodding to the pan on the stove. Mingi looked at him, sheepish.
“Sorry. It’s just…I haven’t had jjajangmyeon that good since my mom made it last. She passed away four months ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Wooyoung’s voice came out smaller than usual. His mom drove him crazy (“Enough tattoos, son!”) but she was still alive. He wasn’t fully sure how to empathize. “Do you have any siblings around here?”
Mingi shook his head, standing to refill his bowl. “My brother moved to Thailand after she died.”
“Are you alone here?” he asked too fast, realizing how rude it sounded. He mentally smacked himself in the face.
Quit being a dumbass just because Mingi is hot!
“No, I’ve got you,” Mingi smiled down at him cheekily, placing his refilled bowl back on the table. Wooyoung felt his eyes go wide. “And my other friends, of course.”
Wooyoung tried to calmly exhale the tension in his chest. Instead, he promptly choked on a piece of pork. Mingi was immediately out of his chair, his long arms encircling Wooyoung’s torso as his throat spasmed around the meat. With a few thrusts of his hands, the piece dislodged. Wooyoung spit it onto the floor.
“Are you okay?” Mingi asked, his voice full of concern as he began rubbing the middle of Wooyoung’s back.
“OhmygodI’msorry,” Wooyoung rambled, quickly dropping to grab the offending food. As he glanced up, he realized he was eye level with Mingi’s crotch. His cock was literally right in his face. Wooyoung’s traitorous body immediately started to swell.
Coughing, he stood and tossed the pork into the trash. Mingi continued to stare at him, his expression undiscernable.
“You feel more muscular than you look.”
Wooyoung blinked at Mingi while taking a swig of Soju. The alcohol burned its way down his throat, his voice and diaphragm sore from choking, but he didn’t care.
A ridiculously hot guy just told him he was buff.
“You used to ride that bike into work, didn’t you?” Mingi continued, still not heading back to his chair. Wooyoung looked away from him, the reminder dragging up bad blood.
“My ex stole it when he left me,” Wooyoung sighed, sitting back at the table. “I don’t know where he is to get it back.”
Mingi placed a warm hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder. “The bike can be replaced. You’re his loss, not the other way around.”
Wooyoung glanced up. Was Mingi flirting?
As Mingi assessed him, Wooyoung did the same.
Mingi wore washed out denim jeans with a white button up tucked into them. Too many buttons were undone for the look to be considered decent, and they both knew it. A small chain hung around his neck, occasionally disappearing into his neckline when he moved. A few small chains linked around each wrist, glistening in the kitchen light. Thick black boots sat by his front door, having completed his look on arrival.
Wooyoung swallowed visibly.
Mingi knew he was hot. And he was using it against Wooyoung. But why?
Wooyoung felt gloriously underdressed in mere jeans and a Joy Division hoodie. He had his usual earrings double piercing his ears. Only his forearm tattoo was visible from where he had pushed up his sleeves to cook. He had tried to get his hair to lay flat, but the humidity had it puffing obnoxiously. He did his best to keep it tucked behind his ears. Wearing a hat inside would have just been rude.
Mingi didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. His eyes delicately traced the rose on Wooyoung’s forearm.
“I liked watching you show up in your biking gear. Your ass always looked so good,” Mingi whispered his confession against his ear. Wooyoung shivered, though not cold. His half mast cock continued to thicken as Mingi’s cologne wafted over him. He smelled of petrichor and spice.
He turned to face Mingi, unsure of what to say. Mingi surprised him by softly cupping his face and leaning down. Without hesitation, he firmly pressed his lips against Wooyoung’s. Wooyoung gasped against his mouth. Mingi used the advantage to slide his tongue into Wooyoung, licking in to him. He tasted of jjajangmyeon, Soju, and something he couldn’t place. Something purely Mingi.
Mingi pulled back ever so slightly, stroking Wooyoung’s cheek as their brows rested against one another. “Tell me this is okay.”
“God, yes,” Wooyoung groaned, grabbing Mingi by the front of his open shirt. He tugged the man down so that his lips were back on his, insistent and hungry. Wooyoung pressed into Mingi as he kissed him, their tongues parrying against one another for control. Mingi's hands pressed back to thread into Wooyoung's thick black hair.
Rising to his feet, Wooyoung blindly pulled Mingi toward his small, lavender couch. He pushed the man back until his knees hit the microfiber material. Mingi barely had time to sit before Wooyoung was crawling into his lap, his lips recapturing the taller man’s with haste. Their noses clashed as Mingi attempted to suck Wooyoung’s bottom lip into his between his sharp teeth.
God, those plush lips felt as incredible as they looked.
Wooyoung moaned as Mingi nipped down his jawline, one hand cupping his throat like a loose collar. His other hand carded into Wooyoung’s long black hair, pulling his head to the side. Mingi’s hand slightly tightened at the base of Wooyoung’s neck as he licked down Wooyoung’s expansive, tender flesh that was presented to him, then teased kisses back up. He began a slow pace of suckling and nipping marks down Wooyoung’s throat, leaving a pattern of red and purple in his wake. A particularly large bloom was left just behind Wooyoung's right ear.
Wooyoung involuntarily rolled his hips against Mingi’s lap, seeking out any friction he could find. As he shifted, he felt Mingi’s swollen cock pressing against the seam of his jeans. The sheer size of him was enough to have Wooyoung keening. He had never taken anything that big.
But fuck did he want to.
Wooyoung continued to slowly ride Mingi’s lap as Mingi made work of the other side of Wooyoung’s neck. Once content with his artwork, the taller man placed both hands on the globes of Wooyoung’s firm ass and lifted him. He stood, and Wooyoung immediately wrapped his legs around Mingi’s exceptionally narrow waist. He held onto Mingi’s shoulders tightly, leaning in to kiss the man as Mingi walked them down the hall to the bedroom. Mingi tossed him into the middle of the bed, admiring his aroused flush, his darkened eyes, and the way his body not so subtly begged for more.
Stepping back, the lithe Adonis made a show of undoing the last few buttons of his shirt. He pulled the material from his jeans and let the pale cotton pool at his feet. Wooyoung sucked in a hitched breath. He clearly had been working out since their last encounter just to look this good naked. Or maybe he liked working out. Wooyoung didn’t care either way, but he did appreciate the swells of Mingi’s pecs, and the bulges of his muscle down his torso. A thin sheen of sweat was already coating the outline of his abs.
Mingi climbed on top of Wooyoung, straddling the smaller man. Wooyoung let out a whimper when Mingi bounced his perfect ass on Wooyoung’s achingly hard cock. Mingi reached for the hem of the hoodie and Wooyoung arched his back to help rid himself of the offending material.
Mingi let out an appreciative sigh as he threw the hoodie to the floor.
“There’s the muscles I felt earlier,” he all but cooed, leaning down to suck on Wooyoung’s clavicle. He nipped at the thin layer of flesh, his large hands openly exploring and squeezing the soft expanse of Wooyoung's chest. Grazing his pert nipples with his calloused thumbs, Mingi's plump lips ghosted over to the shell of Wooyoung's ear.
“I want to use your toy on you,” Mingi’s words caused Wooyoung to freeze. He had never used it with anyone, only when he was desperately craving intimacy. But the man above him knew about the toy and seemingly knew how to use it.
Trying not to overthink it, Wooyoung gave a small nod.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t already had it in his (capable?) hands.
Mingi leaned back and riffled through the nightstand drawer, quickly finding the black vibrating dildo. Next to it, he found a bottle of lube and condoms. Grabbing everything, he set them on the nightstand.
“Let me make you feel good,” Mingi’s deep voice reverberated through Wooyoung’s body. All Wooyoung could do was whimper and nod in return, as his brain screamed “Yes! Please!”
Mingi slid down Wooyoung’s body, trailing kisses down his slightly bruised sternum as he undid his jeans. He hooked his hands into his boxers and jeans, gently sliding both down his legs to the floor. Narrow brown boba beads caressed Wooyoung’s skin from head to toe as his completely naked form was drunk in. He wanted desperately to hide behind something, being the only one in the room naked. But Mingi crawled back up him and pinned his hands above his head, keeping him from curling in on himself.
“Let me look at you,” Mingi rasped, his fingers ghosting supple flesh as his eyes had. Woooyung felt his skin tingle with every touch, the feeling almost ticklish. Mingi stroked his neck, his lean arms, and down his narrow sides. He ran fingers over his taut tummy, his thighs, and teased the junction of his hips. He pet the line of hair that disappeared down to Wooyoung’s very excited cock, before giving the member a quick stroke. Wooyoung bucked up hard, chasing his hand.
Mingi tsked, repinning Wooyoung’s hands with one giant palm, as Mingi’s other hand reached down to delicately stroke behind Wooyoung’s knees. The effect was immediate: Wooyoung’s legs bent and spread lazily. His chest was heaving, his head already fuzzy from overstimulation, and they had only barely begun.
He was right. Mingi would be the death of him.
Releasing Wooyoung’s hands with a pointed look, Mingi ripped open a condom with his teeth. He spat the wrapper onto the bed and grabbed the dildo, sheathing the black toy. He popped the cap of the lubricant and both men watched as a generous stream ran down the shaft. Wooyoung whimpered as a cold dollop landed on his balls.
Using a finger, Mingi smeared through the glob, shifting his hand further down to lather Wooyoung’s tight pink hole. Wooyoung flinched at the cold fluid and the sudden touch, but didn’t pull away.
Wooyoung watched through hooded eyes as Mingi moved to lay beside him, propping himself up on his side. He used one of his sinfully long legs to pin Wooyoung’s thighs open, keeping the man exactly as he wanted him. He carefully placed the toy at Wooyoung’s entrance, rubbing the lubed tip between his cheeks. After a few passes, he pressed the toy inward, slipping past the first ring of muscle.
“Relax,” Mingi reminded the younger man as he began to instinctively tense. This was always the hardest part. Mingi moved the toy out slowly, only to replace it at a snail's pace. The slow stretch helped Wooyoung melt into the sensation, allowing Mingi to further press in until the second set of muscles was breached.
Wooyoung moaned wantonly, feeling suddenly full. His hips kick out of instinct, causing him to take more of the toy than intended. He let out a short hiss.
Mingi leaned in and kissed his temple, whispering sweet words, assuring him he would be okay in his care. Wooyoung let out a particularly long exhale before pushing himself down onto the toy, taking it to the base. His back arched and he keened as the toy slipped against his prostate.
After giving Woyooung a few minutes to adjust to the stretch, Mingi began slowly fucking the toy into him, enjoying the moans that slipped passed his lips as silicone gave him pleasure. Wooyoung seemed to have settled into a fuzzy headspace, when Mingi reached down and turned the toy on.
Wooyoung screamed.
Mingi continued his assault on Wooyoung’s prostate, enamored with the way he contorted in absolute pleasure. Wooyoung’s mind was completely goo, gone, and ready to implode. He was right on the verge of the best orgasm of his life. He could feel it.
Mingi thrust the toy in, hard and fast, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves with every twist of his wrist. Wooyoung’s nails bit into him where he held onto his shoulders for purchase. He watched as Wooyoung rode the toy, sheer ecstasy straining his back and neck. His feet pushed into the mattress for leverage he couldn’t get because he wasn’t the one in control.
Mingi harshly pressed down on his own erection and the pair locked eyes. Mingi directed the vibrating head squarely against Wooyoung’s prostate. A silent scream left Wooyoung as ropes of cum shot up to his face and neck, his body having cum untouched. Mingi spilled into his jeans with a groan, having come undone from watching Wooyoung get off. He continued to press into him and against himself until Wooyoung was a sobbing mess of overstimulation.
He killed the power to the toy and carefully removed it from Wooyoung. The smaller man continued to twitch as the toy dragged against his insides, its veiny detailing too much after what he had been through. Tossing the toy to the side, Mingi cupped Wooyoung’s face and studied him closely.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, not wanting to fully break his euphoric haze.
Wooyoung let out a slightly harsh laugh.”I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
Mingi rolled onto his back, happy with himself. He lounged with one hand behind his head, the other seeking Wooyoung’s small fingers. He intertwined their hands, letting out an amused hum at the size difference.
‘Next date I'm using that on you,” Wooyoung announced as he caught his breath, and his heart finally started to settle in his sweaty chest.
“Next date, huh?” Mingi teased, as Wooyoung curled into his side, squeezing his fingers and nodding.
“Oh yeah, you’re stuck with me after THAT,” Wooyoung yawned, every cell of his body sated. Mingi kissed the top of his damp head. Wooyoung couldn’t help but laugh to himself.
Mishaps and good vibrations were making for a home after all.
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Hope you enjoyed!
XO-Sam
