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That time of the year right before Christmas is usually his favorite: the snow falling delicately on the road, the streets decorated with numerous colored lights, the cold penetrating into the bones and the smell of caramelized sugar and freshly baked sweets in the air which bring back so many childhood memories, when everything around seemed part of a real fairy tale.
Mingyu loves tremendously the Christmas magic and every time December is around the corner, mixed feelings take hold in him. On the one hand there’s the excitement of that such suggestive and fantastic atmosphere which is always able to take him back in time and turn him a child again, on the other there is the mere nostalgia, the one Mingyu has felt since he moved to Seoul after graduating to university and who never missed the opportunity to remind him how everything is far away from home and how incredibly he misses it: his mom’s sweet care (even though he’s big and strong, Mingyu is still the most spoiled and pampered child among everyone), the little kisses from his niece Hayun and he also misses bickering with his sister, just like they were kids, about the right order of decorations to place on the Christmas tree.
Mingyu really wants to be at home with his family in that moment, he would really like to be anywhere else in the world except at that stupid gala his company — due to the notoriety accumulated and the great prestige shown during the year — had been invited to attend and that according to his best friend and boss, Lee Jihoon, he and his team absolutely couldn’t miss it.
This would be a great opportunity for the company to gather contacts outside South Korea and expand its design internationally, Jihoon had told him, filling his mind with chatter, so Mingyu — a young interior designer quite renowned in his camp — had been forced the day before Christmas Eve to board on a flight to Shanghai, take part in that stupid event and listen, even pretending to be interested, to dozens and dozens of people talking and competing over who had commissioned the best project that year.
Mingyu loves his job, he loves the sense of order and the aesthetically perfect art, and although he himself is a very competitive guy who loves challenges, who loves throwing himself into new adventures every day, the one with his "colleagues" in that moment is a battle he just has no intention of winning. The only thing that matters to him is to get home as soon as possible in time for the Christmas dinner with his family.
And now, looking in the mirror at his hands trying in vain to best arrange the tie he has just tied on the neck, Mingyu understands that piece of fabric won't stay in order at all, that the universe is probably mad at him for something, so he decides to throw away the tie and also to unfasten the first two buttons of the shirt to give himself an even more casual look.
When it’s time to go, Mingyu quickly gathers his personal belongings, phone and key-card, and leaves his hotel room (a five-star luxury hotel, a kind gift from his company) to reach the conference room, where the gala would take place. Walking down the hallway, waiting in front of the elevator doors, Mingyu sees Minghao, Seungkwan and Jeonghan chatting happily in their elegant suits.
“Look at there, hello hottie” Seungkwan whistles as he watches Mingyu coming towards them, “You look like someone who’s ready to break some hearts tonight”
“Where’s your tie ?” Minghao asks.
"I took it off, I looked like a penguin” he replies.
“Jihoon won’t be happy about it, he’s going crazy for this event”
“He will get over it” Jeonghan scoffs, patting Mingyu’s back “Don’t mind him, you’re handsome”
“I actually feel like an idiot in this suit but thanks Hyung”
“Have you heard —“ Seungkwan says entering in the elevator, “ — there will be some famous guests this evening, people like models, instagram influencers and gamers”
“Gamers ?” Mingyu asks arching his eyebrow, “Since when do gamers know anything about architecture and design ?”
“I don’t know but from what I heard this group won the world championship of an online game and they’re going to donate the prize to charity, some associations present here tonight”
“Nice of them…” Jeonghan comments fixing his hair in the mirror “But wait, online games championship exists ?!”
“Yes and apparently they’re also very popular, these guys got an honorable mention from the Korean minister of culture just few months ago”
“Never heard of them” scoffs Mingyu “And the government should start thinking about more serious things rather than rewarding these kids for nothing”
“Do you know how much tourism in South Korea has increased thanks to idols and people like them ?” Seungkwan points out. “And why are you so pissed tonight, Mingyu, relax! We’re gonna have fun!”
“Give me one reason why I should be so happy to be here rather than be at home with my niece celebrating Christmas!”
“We’re freaking hot” Minghao says counting on his fingers, “We’re the most talented designs among that bunch of old men out there, and last but not least there’s the open bar. Free champagne for us”
The automatic elevator doors open with a jingle into the hotel's large hall, where the staff, dressed to the nines as the evening required, are ready to collect the ladies' coats and kindly escort the guests towards the immense room of the gala. In fact, as soon as they enter, Mingyu can’t help but notice the attention to detail and the richness of the setup, with the majestic Murano glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling draped with golden satin sheets, the circular tables placed in the center of the room sumptuously embellished with candles and floral arrangements and the walls covered with curtains held at the sides by golden cords allowing access to the hotel terrace.
Live jazz music is playing in the background, waiters meander among the guests offering them glasses of champagne held high on silver trays, and before the boys can sit at their table, Lee Jihoon walks towards them with a brisk step and a rather nervous expression.
“Thank goodness y’all are here!” he says holding out the phone in his hands, dressed in an elegant white tuxedo “I was about to call you, there’s this person I want you to meet and… why do you look like someone just got out from a nightclub ?!” Jihoon comments looking at Mingyu furrowing his eyebrows “Where’s your bowtie ?”
“Not even in this life I’m gonna wear a fucking bowtie, Hyung” he replies, annoyed.
Jihoon rolls his eyes and shakes his head resigned, “Anyway I need one of you to come with me and do some public relations with some clients from Hong Kong”
“I got this” Minghao says raising his hand a little.
“Great! I've had this deal in my hands for months by now and I'm not going to let those bastards in New York take it from under me”
“Has Mr. Kang arrived yet ? The general director ?” Seungkwan asks.
“Not yet” Jihoon replies, looking around “By the way our table is the one over there, next to Mrs. Song” he points with a finger “On the other side there’s the open bar, I can tell you the Martini is outstanding“
“Let’s try it for ourselves then” Jeonghan says hitting Mingyu’s chest with his hand covered in a black veil glove. “Are you more of a whiskey or gin tonic type ?”
“I like both actually”
“Versatile, I love it” he winks him allusive.
“You two” Jihoon pleads backing away, “Tonight is gonna be our night so please please behave, don’t get drunk and don’t do stupid shit with the guests!”
“You’re saying you don’t trust us Lee Jihoon, I’m offended!” Jeonghan raises his voice dramatically watching him going away. “Stop the waiters and get two glasses, Gyu, right now” he whispers.
“How so” Mingyu smirks “Weren’t you so excited to be here ?”
“I’m actually very happy to be surrounded by all these rich men but I need a little help to calibrate my charm, you know”
“Better not to loose your confidence just now cause our company leaders have arrived” says Seungkwan to him “I go looking for our seats, can you get some champagne for me too please!”
Mingyu rolls his eyes and groans in frustration, walking away from his coworkers to weave through all those people and bring glasses full of champagne to the table. The room gradually begins to fill, the din of voices becomes more and more prominent, reverberating on the walls, and dozens of influencers — Mingyu notices, looking at them skeptical — are taking pictures and selfies in every corner of the room, ready to upload them into some Instagram story with some hashtag that after a few views would end up be forgotten.
What a false and ridiculous job, he thinks at that moment.
But on the other hand, what glitters is not always gold.
Mingyu sketches a disgusted expression at that vision which was so desolating for him and returns to the table victorious with his three glasses of champagne; as soon as he takes his seat next to Jeonghan and Seungkwan, who thank him for the alcohol brought to them, the lights of the room dim softly and a young and smiling man dressed in luxurious clothes — a black checked jacket and a polka dot shirt — shyly approaches the microphone placed in the centre, putting a stack of papers on the lectern.
“Alright, test test” the man says laughing into the mic to make sure everyone in the room could hear him, “Ladies and gentlemen good evening and welcome to this splendid night entirely dedicated to the world of art and architecture. Let me introduce myself, my name is Joshua Hong, I’m the president of the ‘Dreamers’ charity association which through partnerships with construction and architectural companies we deal with rebuilding — or rather, I correct myself, giving back — a future to all those children around the world who live in such difficult situations and which I hope one day they can be the branches of our firm roots”
A thunderous applause breaks out in the room and Joshua appears almost moved, “Thank you everyone from the bottom of my heart for being here, thank you to Xiao Yichen, the owner of this fantastic hotel who agreed to host this conference. This evening it’s an honor for me to show you a project on which we have been working on for years and which couldn’t have happened without the contribution of our champions and pride, the most famous pro-gamers in the world, the Seventeen. Please welcome them with a big round of applause”.
“That guy…” Jeonghan whispers into Mingyu ear, pointing at the man on the stage “He’s gonna sleep with me tonight”
“He’s the president of the association that will probably finance us, Han, what the fuck”
“So we’re gonna see each other often” he smiles, “Another reason why he should have sex with me then”
“You’re crazy”
“Yes, thank you for noticing it, and I’m also very sexually frustrated” Jeonghan applauses lightly “Did you listen to his perfect English ? It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, I hope he’s into dirty talk”
Mingyu shakes his head amused by Jeonghan and watches two people in front of him — the famous gamers mentioned shortly before by Seungkwan — go up on stage, shaking Joshua Hong's hand with a grateful bow and taking the microphone in a confident manner to speak to the audience.
“Good evening everyone, we are Seungcheol and Hansol from Seventeen, we are really grateful to be here tonight thank you so much for having us” says the guy with the two-toned hair tied in a half ponytail.
“When Seventeen’s leader, Seungcheol, called and told us their wish to donate the proceeds of their winnings to our association, the ‘Dreamers’, we were absolutely speechless and we haven't stopped working a single day since then” Joshua explains putting a hand on the other guy’s shoulder, Hansol “Thanks to these fantastic guys, thanks to my team, and to the Universe Factory with whom we decided to collaborate this year —“
Jeonghan, Mingyu, Minghao and Seungkwan clap and whistle proudly as soon as the name of their company is pronounced and the surrounding audience also applauds loudly forcing Jihoon to stand up and bow in thanks to everyone who is congratulating him at the time .
“— we are pleased to announce that by 2024, the children of the Guizhou orphanage will have a whole school designed specifically for their needs and requirements. We will give them an education, a perspective, but above all we will give them a smile and the dignity of a better future"
Hansol, next to him, takes the microphones to speak, “We also wanted to thank the rest of our team, without them we would never have done it, and we will do our best to ensure that this is only the first of a long series of donations on our behalf”
“Thank you everyone, thank you Seventeen, we will be back later with the XF company to illustrate the new amazing project they made during their staying in Bangkok, but for now my ladies and gentlemen please enjoy your night” Joshua smiled, “Let’s start the dancing!”
The room suddenly is lit up with colored lights almost in a kaleidoscopic pattern, the music begins to resonate at a high volume and the guests, little by little, with a little dose of bravery start leaving their tables to timidly reach the center of the floor to start dancing and having fun, lighten up that evening which — Mingyu thinks — begun on a not entirely light foot.
“I’m so fucking proud of you!” says Jihoon hugging the boys one by one, patting their shoulders affectionately.
“It’s the first time you say something like this, I’m moved” Minghao laughs.
“Guys you have no idea how important is this affair to us, it’s crazy!”
“We need a toast then!” Seungkwan proposes raising his glass of champagne “To Jihoon, our amazing grumpy boss, and to us!”
“To us!” they say, toasting all together.
“And now, let’s go dancing!”
“I have something to do first” Jeonghan smiles mischievously “Mr. Hong is taking a break at the bar with some wine, this is my time to shine”
“Jeonghan! Don’t annoy him!” Jihoon warns him.
“On the contrary, little one, you will thank me after tonight!”
“Mingyu-yah, come dance with me you big boy!” Sungkwan proposes starting funnily waving his body. “Show me your dancing skills!”
“Nah I pass” he smiles amused. “Maybe next time”
“Hao! Come on” the boy says then dragging Minghao by the hand onto the dance floor.
Mingyu watches his friends having fun dancing and drinking but his restless mind still doesn’t give him the necessary ease to enjoy that evening at best which, after all, doesn’t seem to be that bad. His company has just received a great prestige and from that moment on everyone would know how talented the architects of the Universe Factory are, everyone would talk about them — about him — and the idea should electrify him, absolutely, send him to seventh heaven. And Mingyu would have liked to be happy like his coworkers, throw himself on the dance floor and have fun, but his thoughts keep going to Hayun, his little niece, and how her heart would break if he wasn’t able to coming back home in time for the dinner with his family.
But those bad thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a glass of amber alcohol left on the table right there in front of him, “Here’s your whiskey, sir” says the waiter to him.
Mingyu shakes his head in confusion, “Oh no, I haven’t ordered —” he is about to say when the boy interrupted him.
“That gentleman over there got it for you, sir” he explains, pointing to someone among the crowd.
Mingyu follows the trajectory of the waiter's finger until he see on the other side of the room a man he doesn’t know but who at that moment is deeply staring at him, slightly waving his hand almost as if to greet him. The guy is dressed in an elegant black tuxedo, white shirt and a black tie, round glasses sat on his nose and Mingyu could swear he has the sharpest and most feline eyes he had ever seen.
The architect looks at the glass of whiskey in front of him and holds it to his nose to smell its fragrance, then he looks up again to thank the man but he is no longer there. Mingyu watches him walk out towards the hotel terrace and the curiosity became so freaking massive in him because before he could even think about what to do at that moment, his feet move on their own following the mysterious man.
He finds him leaning against the balustrade of the terrace with a glass clutched in his hands. His figure is fascinating and powerful, and Mingyu couldn't stop tracing with his eyes the man’s body shapes: the long legs, the slim waist, the broad shoulders, the sharp jawline and that enigmatic face that barely turns to look at him out of the corner of his eye.
Mingyu announces himself with a cough before walking slowly towards him, “This is an Hakushu japanese whiskey, aged 12 years” he says nonchalantly “One of my favorite”
“It’s one of my favorite too” the man turns smiling him, “I just thought you need something strong, it doesn’t seem your night”
“Yeah… not the best one actually” Mingyu chuckles, “Just want to be anywhere but here”
“I understand” he giggles too, “I don't really like these types of events either, I’m getting quite bored actually”
“Me too, I didn’t even want to come but my company is here and they just…”
“Dragged you in” he anticipates.
“Yeah” the architect murmurs with a breathless laugh stretching out his hand, “I’m Mingyu, by the way”
“Wonwoo” he replies, shaking it, smiling so pleased that two adorable dimples appear on the sides of his cheeks.
He’s cute. “Are you a kind of design or an architect too ?”
“Mh no…” Wonwoo says taking a sip of his drink “Let’s say that I have nothing to do with this area of work, they just invited me for some promo”
“I’m not surprised, they also invited a lot of useless people tonight, like… models and gamers, probably just to make up the numbers”
“You’re not a fan uh ?”
“Never heard of them actually”
“That’s interesting” Wonwoo chuckles, swirling the glass. ”Will you stay here for long ?” then he asks curious.
“No, I actually have to catch an early flight to Seoul tomorrow morning” Mingyu explains smiling “I have to get back in time for the Christmas dinner at my parents’ or my niece will kill me if she doesn’t get her present”
“Ah Christmas… right” Wonwoo nods “Good luck with her then”
“I’ll need it”
“Since you seem so expert do you… perhaps drink also champagne ?” Wonwoo asks tilting his head a little, looking at him sharply from head to toe.
“Of course I do” Mingyu answers obviously, “Why do you ask ?”
“Because I have an amazing bottle of Lanson in my room, still intact haven’t touched it” Wonwoo says biting his lips with a hushed voice, “And I’m staying here at the penthouse… so”
“Is it an invitation ?” Mingyu plays his game, innocently pretending.
“if you want… I wouldn’t mind having some fun” he winks, leaving him by himself and makes his way inside towards the conference room.
Mingyu watches Wonwoo disappear among the crowd and shakes his head in disbelief for what has just happened and what Wonwoo has just proposed to him. It’s been months since he got laid and Mingyu certainly can’t ignore the thrill of excitement (and the half-hard cock) that encounter, almost like an epiphany, has left in him. So, to clinch the question one and for all, Mingyu bits the inside of his cheek and pulls out the phone from his slacks opening the group chat with his friends right away.
MINGYU [23.45]
Don’t ask any questions, just tell me Yes or No
GRUMPY BOSS [23.46]
It’s something stupid otherwise you wouldn’t ask, so No
JEONGHAN [23.47]
If this is about you getting laid YES YES YES! GO GYU!
MINGHAO [23.47]
Yes but no sleeping!!! We’ve a flight to catch at 6.45 am!!
BOO [23.48]
Be responsible and have safe sex!
Mingyu smiles as he reads the texts and puts the phone back in his pocket. He looks around for a while longer, a few minutes which became perhaps half an hour too long, staring at the view beyond the balustrade and wondering if he has to listen to his instincts (and the voice dictated by his cock) and join Wonwoo at the penthouse. Mingyu knows nothing about that man, he only knows that his aura had attracted him like a magnet and that he would certainly regret the next day if he comes back to Seoul without spending the night with him.
Mingyu had never got such a shameless invitation and although he knows he delight the imagination of both men and women, he had not yet experienced the excitement of feeling so wanted and at the same time wanting someone that much.
So he decides to put rational thoughts aside and at a quick pace, making space among the crowd of the conference room, Mingyu reaches the elevator by pressing the button for the penthouse, the top floor.
Although the ride is fast, the wait is exhausting, Mingyu nervously drums his fingers on his thighs, wondering again if this is the right choice for him, getting laid with a stranger without too many second thoughts. He gets the answer the exact moment he knocks on the penthouse door, with light taps of his knuckles, and after waiting interminable seconds on the other side Wonwoo opens it wearing only a black robe, and Mingyu feels his cock twitching in his slacks at the vision, the realization that Wonwoo is probably naked under it.
“I was about to lose my hope” Wonwoo seductive leans on the door “I thought you were already on a flight headed to Seoul”
Mingyu bits his lip showing off his best confidence “And miss the chance to drink a glass of Lanson ? No way”
“Come in, then”
Wonwoo leads the way to Mingyu inside the penthouse and the architect's eyes can't help but falling on his ass, can’t help but notice the way he sways his hips along the narrow hallway, almost provocative as if he knows very well Mingyu is watching him from behind.
Indeed Mingyu scans him hungrily, passing from the hint of the bare chest beneath the robe, at his bare feet, looking at him like a predator while he walks through the room until he reaches the dining table near the massive windows, where the champagne in an ice bucket and two flutes are already on it.
Wonwoo skillfully pops the cork and pours the two glasses, handing one of the flute to Mingyu. “Here”
“Thank you” he says bringing his nose closer to the glass to smell the champagne. “So… what are we drinking to ?”
“I propose a toast…” Wonwoo says raising his glass a little “To all the these nice surprises hidden in these boring events”
Mingyu laughs and clinks the flute against his, tasting the sweet bubbly liquid on his tongue. “Am I the surprise ?” he asks arching his eyebrows with malice.
“It depends” Wonwoo replies by placing the glass on the table, approaching Mingyu to fiddle with the buttons on his jacket, sliding his hands first on his arms, then on his shoulders to take it off slightly and let it fall to the floor. “I have to see it by myself before judging it”
“Fuck” Mingyu whispers when he sees that Wonwoo's robe is loose on his shoulders, falling just slightly to show a hint of milky skin. “You know how to put on a show, don’t you?”
“You like the view Mr. Architect ?” Wonwoo asks starting to undo the buttons on his shirt slowly.
“Very much” he murmurs placing his hands on his hips and playing with the hem of robe a little “But I bet it gets better without this”
“Why don’t you find out by yourself ? Maybe today is your lucky day”
And saying so Mingyu closes the gap between them and connects their lips in a ravenous kiss. Wonwoo’s hands trembles as he runs his fingers through Mingyu’s hair while their tongues dip and taste the champagne on each other’s mouth. Mingyu brings their bodies closer together, the distinct line of Wonwoo’s erection edging against his stomach and it was a moment, a delirious moment where Mingyu undos his robe belt and leave him completely bare. He was right, he was naked under it.
“Fuck baby you’re a dream” he murmurs trailing kisses along his neck and chest, sucking a nipple in his mouth and making him moans. “So perfect for me”
Whining for the pet name, Wonwoo throws the head back from pleasure. “I’m all yours” he groans feeling his lips go down further and further, on his abdomen and pelvis, leaving his needy cock, already leaking pre-come, without care on purpose.
Mingyu teeth comes on his neck again, kissing and biting the skin, marking him up. “Let me fuck you, right here”
Shivers wracked Wonwoo’s body the moment he feels Mingyu’s strong hands on his back before landing confidently on his ass, picking him up to sit on the edge of the table, winding his legs around his hips as their mouths and tongues slam together in dominance. Mingyu’s tongue explores Wonwoo’s mouth like he has all the time in the world but the more he kisses him, the more Wonwoo wants.
“I wanna suck you off first” he says between kisses.
“Shit, okay” Mingyu curses taking off his shirt aggressively, showing off his muscular perfect body.
Wonwoo caresses his pecs and neck and gives him one last kiss before pushing him away, dropping to his knees on the floor and unzipping his slacks. He was about to remove his glasses and throw them somewhere in the room when Mingyu stops him grabbing gently his wrist.
“Don’t” he paints, “Leave them on”
Kinky. Wonwoo bites his lips and proceeds to pull down his slacks and his black briefs in one go, letting his cock springs free on his abdomen, angry red on the tip. “Fuck you’re so big” he whispers feeling its weight on his hand, jerking him off a little, licking a long stripe from his balls to his head and wrapping then the entire mouth around it to take it down his warm throat in one go.
“Jesus fucking christ” Mingyu murmurs under his breath with one hand between his hair, watching him working on his cock tightened his lips around the head, going then to lick and worship the entire length as if it was his personal lollipop.
Torture, that’s what it is. And Wonwoo is determined to drive him fucking crazy.
“You okay big boy ?” Wonwoo glances up, innocently, slowly pulling Mingyu from his mouth and slapping his tongue with his cock, licking a bit at the tip then his own lips.
“Fuck —“ he curses rolling his eyes at the vision, “You better stop if you don’t want me to cum down your throat”
“Not gonna happen” Wonwoo says standing up and kissing him, letting Mingyu taste himself on his lips, “Still have to fuck me” he whispers with a grin. “Want you to come in me”.
“Get on the bed” Mingyu demands biting his lower lip, “Cause I’m gonna fucking ruin you”
Wonwoo lets the robe slide to the floor and walks naked, with confidence, into the bedroom while Mingyu from behind removes his slacks and underwear following him quietly. On the nightstand, he notices, a bottle of lube and some condoms are already there waiting for him.
“You came prepared” he crawls onto the bed, hovering over Wonwoo.
“I always come prepared” Wonwoo says smirking, raising his arms and arching his body a little, “Always one step ahead”
Mingyu grabs his hips and starts leaving kissing on him: on his torso, leaving love bits with the teeth, further on his toned abdomen, till his well-cured hairy pelvis where his pink cock twitches claimed attentions. He starts palming and pumping it, and when Mingyu gets closer to give him a small kitten lick, he watches Wonwoo panting impatiently. “Mingyu-yah…”
“Patience, love, don’t rush” he whispers, taking his cock in his mouth and massaging his balls.
“Fuck this is so good” Wonwoo moans closing his eyes, “I take back what I said, this is my lucky day”
Mingyu laughs breathless, “Flip over and let me prep you” he orders uncap the lube.
And Wonwoo is very eager to satisfy that request, rolling on the bed and throwing his ass back on all fours. Mingyu was mesmerized by that view, watching his hole spreading and clenching on nothing, coating two fingers with the lube and reaches between Wonwoo’s thighs and ass. He teases the entrance with his fingernails until Wonwoo is squirming against his hand. “Please” he mews. “Fuck me, lemme feel…”
Mingyu this time doesn’t tease again and gently pushes two fingers into Wonwoo’s tight hole, stretching him. Wonwoo immediately clamps down, moaning and closing his eyes, holding back from coming because he knows this was only an appetizer, that more — much more — would come. Mingyu drives his fingers in and out of his body, licking along Wonwoo’s exposed back, removing them when he notices Wonwoo starts squirming under his touches.
“Do you want me to fuck you so nice and open ?” he murmurs to his ear
“Yes” he mewls. “Want you inside me… hurry up”
“You’re not being polite enough, my love”
“Mingyu-yah… please”
“Such a good boy” he smirks, “Come and get your prize”
Mingyu sits with his back against the headboard of the bed and pats his thighs with a grim on his face, waiting for Wonwoo to catch the hint and straddle him. In no time, Wonwoo grabs the lube and a condom, ripping off the packet and rolls it onto Mingyu’s length, slicked him before hopping on him.
“I like it rough” Wonwoo whispers on his lips as he grips his cock and lines it up to his entrance.
“Noted” Mingyu grins, placing his hands on his small waist.
Mingyu’s eyes widen and his mouth opens breathless when Wonwoo sinks down slowly, filling himself up, bottoming with a content sigh. “Fuck you’re so big” he says closing his eyes to get used to him, hands placing on his chest “I can feel you in my stomach, I’m so fucking full”
“Already a mess on my cock and I haven’t even started yet” Mingyu whispers massaging his thighs, “Are you sure you can take me ?”
And Wonwoo answers him silently, planting his knees firmly into the mattress and start rising and sinking back down roughly, circling his hips a little. Mingyu moans loudly, rolling his eyes and let his head fall back against the headboard, gripping Wonwoo’s hips such vigorously that he’s sure he will leave bruises. His lips are parted and his eyes hungrily, devouring every inch of Wonwoo’s naked body.
“You feel so good” he whimpers, praising him breathlessly “You’re so tight, fuck, it feels amazing”
“There Mingyu-yah…” Wonwoo cries when he feels the tip of his cock hitting his sweet spot, “There, don’t stop please don’t stop —“ he chants.
Mingyu thrusts upwards into Wonwoo, feet planted into the mattress, pounding hard and flipping them over when the pressure and the heat in his stomach start to become a little too much, when the tingling feeling in his body is consuming him little by little. “I’m so fucking close” he says spreading his legs and increasing his thrusts. “Gonna fill you up"
“Do it, do it baby I’m gonna — oh, fuck!” Wonwoo moans loudly, tensing his body and letting out another cry while he comes without warning, cum stripes splattering on his abdomen.
Mingyu is blissed from that view, think he never saw anything hotter than that and it increases his pleasure, start fucking Wonwoo through his orgasm, pushing his knees further and let his body tenses as he comes spurting cum with a loud groan into the condom.
“Holy shit” Mingyu gasped, collapsing on top of Wonwoo still inside of him. “Fuck”
“You okay ?” Wonwoo asks after a while stroking his hair and kissing his temple.
“Yeah… just need a second” he whispers placing his forehead on Wonwoo’s, feeling his heart pounding against his chest. “I’m gonna pull out”
Wonwoo nods and moans softly at the emptiness, watching Mingyu rolls off the bed and toss the condom out. “Do you have something I can clean us both with ?” he whispers kissing his hair.
“Bathroom” Wonwoo points a door, too exhausted to argue with him at such kind gesture he isn't used to receive. “There’re towels”
Mingyu disappears into the restroom and comes back after a few minutes with a wet washcloth, kneeling on the bed still naked and starts to wipe Wonwoo’s body gently. “Do you feel good ? Was I too rough ?” he asks worried.
Wonwoo smiles softly, “You were perfect”
“Does you ass hurt ?”
“I mean…” he laughs, “Your dick is huge and you know how to use it, so make your own considerations”
Mingyu snorts with laughter, “Sorry about that”
Wonwoo gets up from the bed and grabs Mingyu cheeks to give him a kiss, grabbing his bottom lip between his teeth gently, and Mingyu slips his hand to the nape of Wonwoo’s neck and deepens it, making their tongues touch again.
“Thanks for the surprise” Wonwoo says softly. “You didn’t have to come up”
“I wanted to” Mingyu whispers caressing his hip, “Thank you for lightening my boring night”
“It’s mutual” he smiles.
“I'd like to stay more but I really should go now…” Mingyu rubs his nose on his, “I have a flight to catch in four hours”
“I know, the Christmas dinner”
“Yeah…”
Between kisses and laughs, Wonwoo helps Mingyu collecting clothes around the penthouse and after frivolous chatter about the night just spent together, it was time for them to say goodbye. With his jacket held in one arm, Mingyu raises Wonwoo’s chin with one finger and kisses him passionately one last time. Wonwoo holds open the door of the penthouse and watches him walking through the elevator with a smile.
“Good night then, Jeon Wonwoo” he winks.
“Good night Mr. Architect” he replies playfully.
Wonwoo watches the elevator’s doors closes and Mingyu disappears behind them, smiling to himself and closing, in turn, the door of the suite behind him with the realization that he would have sleep like a baby that night.