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Mingi had barely stepped foot inside the apartment when he knew that something was amiss.
The hallway light was on; an unusual feat given the late hour and the fact his boyfriend worked mornings. Mingi was immediately concerned for Yunho’s wellbeing, worried that perhaps he was unable to sleep, or just simply stayed up late gaming, both of which would have their consequences come the morning time. Despite his set work schedule, Yunho was hardly a morning person.
After dropping his coat haphazardly over the chair in the entrance way, Mingi followed the pooling light into the kitchen. Yunho was indeed still awake, leaning back against the counter with a glass of water in his hand. His hair was amiss and he looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up. Mingi didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth before Yunho’s lips curled into a sweet pout.
“You’re home late,” Yunho whined, melting Mingi’s heart right in his chest. “Was waiting for you.”
Mingi approached his lover, settling his hands on his waist. He wore one of Mingi’s shirts, an oversized one that made even someone like Yunho look small. That was probably why he liked it. “I’m sorry, angel,” Mingi cooed affectionately, watching with a smile as Yunho’s eyes glazed over when Mingi lifted a hand to cup his cheek.
They had been together for long enough that Mingi could read Yunho like the back of his hand. Even to a mere stranger, Yunho’s soft, sleepy pout and puppy eyes easily incriminated him for the affection he clearly longed for.
“I’d quit my job if I could,” Mingi continued, thumbing Yunho’s cheek. His lover let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering from the contact. “Stay home all day with you, give you kisses.”
Yunho whined, setting the glass down on the counter.
“Or maybe I should just work from home,” Mingi chuckled quietly. “Make you my desk pet, hm? I bet you’d like that.”
It was endearing the way Yunho bit his lower lip, lazily nodding as he pressed in closer. Endearing and cute as always, but also incredibly erotic. His lover’s submissive side was something they had been actively exploring both inside the bedroom and out. Yunho had been hesitant to suggest it, clearly self conscious about his height and build, but Mingi reassured him that he was more than happy to indulge any of Yunho’s whims and that as long as they were together, he would enjoy the experience.
And as it turned out, Yunho looked so incredibly delectable on his knees, sweetly pleading for whatever Mingi had in store for him.
“What if I brought you to the office? Kept you under my desk there?” Mingi went on, watching with hawk-like attentiveness the way Yunho’s eyes glossed over. “Think you could be nice and quiet?”
“Yeah,” Yunho replied immediately, tilting his head to the side to kiss Mingi’s palm.
“I don’t know, baby,” Mingi sighed, swallowing thickly as Yunho captured Mingi’s thumb gently between his lips, pressing slow, wet kisses the tip of it. “You get so needy and desperate for cock, dunno if you could be good.”
Yunho whined in protest. “I’d be good,” he pouted, subconsciously tugging at Mingi’s dress shirt.
“Yeah? You wanna cock warm me at work like the good little puppy you are?” Mingi drawled on, earning another whimper from his lover. He could feel Yunho’s erection poking against his thigh, sending pinpricks of arousal firing up his spine.
Mingi dropped his hands, groping Yunho’s ass and pulling him closer. He squeaked in surprise, his fingers curling against Mingi’s chest, but he quickly settled into the new position with a grateful moan, lining his dick up against Mingi’s thick thigh.
“You probably wouldn’t be able to help yourself,” Mingi continued on, kneading Yunho’s ass with one hand while the other trailed up his back. “I bet my poor puppy could only last twenty minutes before he needs more.”
Yunho was softly rutting his hips against him, letting out quiet gasps. Mingi hummed appreciatively, scraping his nails gently up Yunho’s back. His breath hitched from the touch, driving his hips forward with increased momentum.
“You’d climb up on my lap and ride my cock in front of everyone, wouldn’t you?” Mingi hissed out, pressing fluttering kisses to his boyfriend’s sensitive nape. “You wouldn’t care who sees you.”
The fantasy scenario was certainly doing it for Yunho, who was clinging to Mingi and humping his thigh faster and faster. “Y-Yeah, want—ahh, uh, want everyone to see,” he rasps, clearly much further gone than Mingi had realized. That thought turns him on even more.
“Everyone would see just how good you make daddy feel, hm?” Mingi whispered, earning a loud groan from Yunho. He could feel the wet spot forming on his leg. “I wouldn’t be able to help myself either, baby. I’d throw you over my desk and fuck you stupid, cover you in daddy’s cum. You want that?”
“Yes, d-daddy please—” Yunho cried out brokenly, his hips losing their rhythm as he clumsily chased his climax. “I want it so bad, please.”
Mingi pushed back into Yunho’s thrusts, holding him in his arms to keep him stable. Hell, a few more minutes of this and Mingi would surely cum too. “You want it inside, baby? Or should I pull out and cum on your pretty little face? What does my angel want?”
“Inside,” Yunho babbles.
“Yeah, baby. I’ll cum inside then plug you up. Would you like that? You want daddy’s cum deep inside of you all day long?”
Somehow, that’s what does it for Yunho. He explodes with a shrill cry, trembling violently in Mingi’s grasp and collapsing bonelessly into his embrace. “Good boy,” Mingi cooed affectionately, rubbing soothing circles into Yunho’s back while his brain slowly came back online. The wet spot on his leg has grown exponentially and unfortunately, Mingi doesn’t have a spare pair of work pants. Oh well.
Yunho’s breathing finally began to steady when he lifted his head to look at Mingi, a dazed look on his face. Mingi laughed, so stupidly in love with him that his heart could hardly bear it. “Better?” Mingi asked, lifting a hand to straighten out Yunho’s messy hair.
“Mhm,” Yunho mumbled sleepily, closing his eyes at the contact. “Bed?”
“Bed,” Mingi agreed.