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Song Mingi, despite his size, was a bottom.
Well truthfully he was a verse, but that was more out of expectation than anything. He didn’t hate topping, but 95% of the times he had topped was because his partner took one look at his 184 cm frame and broad shoulders and muscles and assumed he was a top. And he didn’t mind topping, genuinely. He would just prefer that topping was a choice and not a necessity if he wanted to get off with a partner and not his own hand. So what if he was a pillow princess at heart? Sue him.
So here he was. On his Friday off, nursing his 2nd Jägerbomb in an hour while looking for anyone that may seem interested in topping him. Wooyoung had recommended the specific club to him because “Trust me, Mingi, baby. The only times I left without taking a stranger home was when I was already taken. And even then, me and Sannie like a little play thing on occasion.” He normally trusted Wooyoung’s judgement, but Wooyoung was unexplainably attractive to everyone, no matter if he fit their self-determined type of man, that he had no problem finding someone whether he wants to fuck or get fucked. Mingi did not have that luxury.
He took another sip of his drink, reveling in the burn of the liquor down his throat. He had been tired from work before coming out and now was getting ready to just close out his tab in defeat when he saw him. Tall. Handsome. Tall. Light hair glowing from the neon atmosphere, illuminating him like a beacon among the swarm of people. Did Mingi mention he was tall? Easily the tallest on the dance floor. Mingi couldn’t really get a look at his full outfit but the dark turtleneck just emphasized the slender neck and broad shoulders, long ombre sleeves fading to a lighter wash and extenuating his long arms look even longer. It lengthened all of his features. His body moved in perfect time to the rhythmic pulse of the bass and god Mingi wishes he could see more of how his body moved from the sidelines of the packed dance floor. He watched starstruck, fully aware he was staring, as the stranger brought a hand up to push the bangs back and out of his face. His large hand. Then the handsome stranger looked right at him. And smirked.
Mingi needed this man to fuck him into the matress.
Mingi threw back the rest of his drink, turning and setting his empty glass down on the bar. While he may have started the night discouraged that he was going to have any luck, that didn't mean he wasn’t gonna put in the effort. He had gelled his oreo hair up in a slightly spiked style, tight-lined his eyes with light silver shimmer on his lids, and pulled out his favorite necklaces. The silver chain linked collar framed his neck deliciously and the longer chain led to a cross pendant that sat square between his pecs. The leather jacket clung to his shoulder and black zip up shirt hugged his waist tight, his proportions on full display. He had pulled the zip almost all the way, his chest tattoo of his producer tag proudly displayed over his heart. Basically, Mingi knew he looked fuckable. Hell he would fuck himself, if it weren’t the opposite of his plan for the night.
“Need a refill sweetheart?” The words were smooth, spoken low and right next to his ear as a firm hand carefully rested against the small of his back. He turned slightly to see the hot stranger and genuinely had to bite back a whine. The man was taller than him. Sure Mingi could tell he was tall before now and it was no more than a few centimeters now that they were standing side by side, but he didn’t expect him to be taller. There was no way he wasn’t getting fucked tonight.
“Depends,” Mingi started, unashamedly sizing the stranger up over his shoulder before smirking and pressing back against the touch. “Am I gonna be drinking alone?”
He watched the taller man swallow hard before calling over the bartender for another round.
Mingi was pinned to the front door before it had even fully closed. The men had talked for around 45 minutes, though it had felt simultaneously like 30 seconds and 4 hours, exchanging casual pleasantries in between direct flirtatious remarks. Yunho, he learned was the hot stranger’s name, was the same age as him by a couple of months, worked as an accountant and freelanced as a dance teacher in his spare time, and, most importantly, lived walking distance from the club. It didn’t take long for the tension to grow unbearable and they paid their tabs before heading to Yunho’s apartment. Or rather Yunho paid for both their tabs while Mingi was grabbing free condoms from the bathroom dispenser just in case and refused to accept the younger man’s attempts to offer him the amount of his drinks.
Yunho immediately brought a hand up to his throat, tangling his grip in both the chain wrapped around his neck and the short hairs at the edge of his hairline as the other snuck around his waist to palm his ass over the pleather pants. He immediately gasped, hands coming up to grip the front of Yunho’s shirt tightly. It gave Yunho the perfect opportunity to slot their lips together. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, messy as the two swallowed each other’s lustful noises in a weak attempt at a fight for control. He arched his back and, consequently, grinded his dick against the taller’s. It made Yunho groan a low “fuuuck baby” in response as he pulled away to start mouthing at the other’s neck. Mingi whined high in his throat, wrapping his arms around Yunho’s shoulders and continuing to roll his hips against him.
“Be-bedroom. Fuck, please.” He panted out, clawing at his back as Yunho continued his attack on his exposed neck. After sucking one final mark into the pale skin, he pulled away. His pupils were blown with lust and his lips red and bitten. Mingi couldn’t hold back the pathetic sound that ripped through his body at how disheveled the older was from simply making out. Yunho smiled, a dark and dangerous thing like he was gonna eat Mingi alive and Mingi was prepared to let him.
“Okay baby boy, bedroom.” He started before leaning in to briefly kiss Mingi again. “Fuck, I can’t wait to ride you til you see stars.”
Mingi’s whole world shattered with those words. Yunho turned and walked away towards his bedroom but Mingi couldn’t bring himself to move. He just slumped back against the wall. Here he was, in the same situation he always was, expected to top. Normally he’d just bite his tongue and suck it up, but he couldn’t. Not tonight. It had been months since he had bottomed and that’s all he wanted. It was his fault for not confirming that Yunho was a top between learning his name and making out in his entry way. He, in fact, had done what almost all of his other partners had done to him. Took one look at Yunho’s build and height and assumed he was a top. It made the pit in his stomach sink even further. He was a hypocrite and in response had hurt his own feelings and was bound to hurt Yunho’s as well when he would have to turn him down. Mingi could feel tears welling up in his eyes and he felt stupid for it. He didn’t even hear Yunho at first until he felt a large hand gently cupping his cheek.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” He sounded so sincere it made Mingi almost start sobbing. He shook his head, trying to blink away his tears.
“It’s nothing. Stupid.” He muttered, standing up and trying to move away from the door. Yunho let him move but as he started walking towards where he presumed the bedroom was, Yunho gently grabbed his wrist. He looked back at him confused but allowed himself to be pulled to the couch in the living room. It was as if Yunho was an animal trainer staring down a traumatized and terrified creature. Gaze flooded with caution but also a desire to understand and fix the situation. Yunho sat him down and then crouched in front of him, forcing himself into Mingi’s eyeline to make him look at him.
“I’m not gonna make you explain if you don’t want to, but I just wanna know if I made you uncomfortable in any way.” The words hit harder than he expected. It made the tears finally fall because Yunho was so clearly such a kind person with a heart of gold. His eyes grew soft, concern so evident in them it made Mingi want to curl into a ball to disappear to make this whole situation go away.
“I’m sorry, this is so stupid.” Mingi started, running a hand over his cheeks to swipe away the evidence of his embarrassment. “...I thought you were a top…” He muttered softly, burying his face in his hands. The silence was suffocating, lasting for what felt like an hour before he heard a deep chuckle from the other man. Peaking through his fingers, he could see that Yunho had thrown his head back as his shoulders shook slightly.
“Oh my god, I thought I went too far with the pet names.” Mingi went slack jawed and dropped his hands.
“You’re not…” he just let the sentence trail off. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say anyways. Angry? Disgusted? Gonna kick him out?
“NO! No no no, Mingi I’m not upset. I’m just relieved I didn’t fuck anything up.” Yunho cupped his cheek. “I’m a verse, baby. And a switch. But looks like we had the same plans in what type of man we wanted to take home tonight.” He chuckles again, making Mingi start laughing too.
“Me too. To both, I mean.” They just sat there in silence for a few beats again, only slightly significantly less awkward this time. Yunho was the one to break it once again, dropping his head as he cleared his throat before shifting on his knees uncomfortably. It caught Mingi’s eye and he looked down without thinking. He was about to invite the other man up onto the couch but his thought process was cut off immediately and his breath caught in his throat. Yunho was still hard. His erection was painfully obvious, straining against the distressed denim plain as day.
“I, uh, fuck. I’m gonna sound like such a creep.” The older man stammered out, running his hands up and down his thighs as he looked up through his fringe in faux innocence. “God, you just still looked so hot even while you were crying.”
Before Mingi could even think, he reached out to grab the back of Yunho’s neck and pulled the man into another kiss. Yunho squeaked at the abrupt motion but quickly brought his hands to wrap around Mingi’s waist as he brought their bodies close and dragged him to the edge of the couch. He could still taste the sickly sweet drink Yunho had been drinking before they left, arching his back as large hands held him in a bruising grip.
Yunho pulled away momentarily, pressing their foreheads together. “I have plenty of toys, if you want to-”
Mingi just shook his head, reaching down to untuck Yunho’s shirt and drag his hands over the soft skin just above his waistline. “No, no need to feel you.” If he had any sense of self at the moment, he would be borderline embarrassed by how pathetic he sounded. Every word was slightly slurred into a whine, however it would have faded at the groan Yunho let out. “Don’t even need you in me, just need to feel you.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me princess.” The moan Mingi responded with was pornographic. He may have let his fondness for the pet name slip when they were talking at the bar, (“You here on your own?” “Yes, sadly. Why? Looking to be my knight in shining denim and sweep this princess off his feet?” “You might as well have read my mind baby.”) but he didn’t expect Yunho to go through with it. “Fuck c’mere.”
He gripped Mingi’s thighs tight before pulling him off the couch, easily positioning him in his lap. “I’m not gonna fuck you- shhhh, don’t pout at me.” Mingi hadn’t even realized he was pouting. Yunho pulled his pants down, slightly struggling against the skin-tight pleather that was clinging to his sweat and skin. He got it just low enough to pull Mingi’s cock out. He shivered as the cool air of the apartment hit and moaned high in his throat at the immediate contrast as Yunho wrapped his very warm hand around him and gave him a few languid strokes. “Just the prettiest, huh baby?”
Again, it should have been embarrassing to be talked about so crassly after nearly sobbing because he wasn’t gonna get fucked but there was no room for embarrasment in the older man’s arms. His dick was flushed, only half hard but rapidly growing harder like he was trained to respond to Yunho’s every word and action, and already leaking. Yunho slid his hand up, collecting the beads of precum forming along his slit to slick his hand before continuing the slow pace he set. “One of these times, baby,” He squeezed around the base, groaning like it was his own dick and not Mingi’s. “I’m gonna need this in me.”
One of these times. He wanted to do this again. Mingi hadn’t scared off this adonis of a man with his pathetic display earlier. Hell, it actually sounded like it had ironically helped his case. And he didn’t just want to do this once, he wanted to keep seeing Mingi over and over. “Please.” He choked the word in tune to another flick of Yunho’s wrist. “Yun, I need you.” Mingi pawed at Yunho’s belt but the other man didn’t stop.
“You have me princess. Is this not enough for you?” Mingi shook his head again, whining when the older man circled his larger hand around both of his wrists and brought them above his head. “If you want something else, you have to ask for it sweetheart.”
“Fuck, please. Need your dick.”
It didn’t take long for Yunho to shut him up, once again trying to swallow him whole as he kissed him. He let go of Mingi’s wrists with a muttered “Get to it then.” and he didn’t have to ask twice. Mingi fumbled blindly, eventually getting the buckle loose enough to undo the button and pull the zipper down. He gasped as he got a hand in his jeans. Did everything about this man have to be so fucking big? He pulled away from the kiss, only slightly mourning the loss, to see a glorious sight as he slid the waistband of his underwear down. Yunho’s cock was massive. Long and thick. Just like he liked it. It made his mouth water and his throat go dry simultaneously. He peered up at Yunho for permission and after a nod from the older man wrapped a hand around him. He felt Yunho shiver at the contact. He tried to replicate the pace set earlier but was distracted by the whimpers spilling from the other’s lips.
Before he could even think about what he was doing, he let some spit collect on his tongue and pursed his lips. He let it drop, slowly falling from his mouth to land on the swollen head. Yunho groaned from where he moved to nip at Mingi’s neck like an overeager puppy. He was going to be covered in marks tomorrow and it made him giddy to think about. Owned. Wanted. “So big, fuck Yunnie.” He whined, picking up the pace as he started rocking his own hips against the other’s. Yunho’s hands gripped his waist tight, almost as if he was trying to hold himself back.
“Yeah, sweetheart? Just the perfect size for you, huh?” He started, still leaving hickeys between his words. “You’re so desperate for it you can’t even say my name anymore. Already such a pretty thing. And I think I have an idea what will happen if I start giving your pretty cock some attention again. Just gonna go brainless for me.” Mingi nodded, hips jerking as he tried to keep steady on his lap. Yunho brought one of his hands up to grab at Mingi’s jaw, forcing eye contact. “Open.” Mingi couldn’t have resisted the command if he tried. It earned him a happy nod and a soft pat to the cheek as he pulled his hand back. “Spit.” And he did.
“Good boy.” Yunho knocked Mingi’s hand out of the way before wrapping his hand around both their dicks. Mingi’s hips jerked hard, one hand flying to grip Yunho’s shoulder as the other slapped over his own mouth. Yunho tsked at that, pulling his hand away from his mouth. “Mhm-mm baby. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” It didn’t take long for Mingi to adhere to the request, crumbling in Yunho’s very skilled hands.
There were so many noises it was almost overwhelming. The wet schlick of Yunho’s hand as he worked them both over. The quiet panting and groans coming from the light haired man, restrained just enough to not distract himself from hearing Mingi’s voice. His own noises were lewd. Absurdly lewd. Short little ahs, longer desperate moans, whines catching in his throat, all of it. “Yunnie~” He gasped after a particularly tight squeeze that caused their hips to grind in tandem. “Please, ‘m so close.” It was barely intelligible but thankfully Yunho understood him. He sped the pace up, once again mouthing at any exposed skin he could reach.
“Me too, princess. Just a little longer.” Mingi felt his hand reach down beneath his pants and underwear, grabbing a handful of his ass and pulling the flesh to the side. His fingertips ghosted over the connection point of his cheeks, slowly trailing down to his hole. Once they reached their destination, he felt Yunho still before chuckling darkly.
Now, Mingi was a smart man. A prepared man. The best case for the evening was a very attractive man taking Mingi home and fucking him into the mattress while he just laid there and took it. Worst case (besides going home alone) was a quickie in the bathroom with his face pressed against the rough brick wall, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d spent his time in a stuffy stall. However, there’s not much room in a bar bathroom and more importantly, not a lot of…resources. While this bar was considerate enough to provide free condoms, that was all it provided. And, against his will, Mingi was out of practice. So, being a smart and prepared man, he hadn’t left the house without ample forethought. In the chaotic emotional whiplash since arriving at the apartment, Mingi had forgotten about his forethought.
“Is this all for me, doll?” The words dripped with lust and thinly veiled control. Yunho’s fingers circled the base nestled there. Mingi shivered as he leaned against the older. It was slightly a mistake, as this gave Yunho the opportunity to briefly remove his hand to pull the pleather down further. This adjustment gave him a perfect view of Mingi’s ass and the pink gem peaking out just enough. He felt the rumble of the groan from where he was pressed against the firm chest before he heard it. “Fuck baby, you really are pretty inside and out.” He gently gripped the plug, giving it a slight tug to hear the weak pathetic noise spill from the younger’s lip. “After this, give me a few minutes and I’ll give you what you really want, princess.” Yunho continued to lazily play with his ass, alternating between little tugs and thrusts and gripping the supple flesh so tight he wouldn’t be surprised if it was bruised tomorrow. It was a stark contrast to the fast and rough strokes he was orchestrating between their bodies, flicking his wrist in just the right way to make Mingi see stars.
“It’d be a shame for this to go to waste. And I’d never turn down watching a pretty girl fall apart on my cock.”
That was all it took for Mingi to cum with a loud cry, quickly muffled by Yunho taking the opportunity to shove his tongue back in Mingi’s mouth. He shook as the older skillfully worked him through it. He swore his saw white, hands gripping the broad shoulders in front of him to ground himself. Eventually he started to come down from his high, but Yunho wasn’t done yet. He quickened the pace, gently shushing the younger as the overstimulation was becoming too much for him before he followed Mingi. Their spends mixed on the dark fabric of Yunho’s turtleneck as the two panted into each other’s mouths. Not making an attempt to kiss, just existing in the same space and breathing each other’s air.
“You. Are evil.” Mingi finally said, forehead dropping against the other man’s shoulder while still trying to catch his breath. It earned him a gentle laugh that he wanted to bottle up and keep with him at all times.
“You show up to Fantasy looking so fucking good, tits out and a collar around your neck, whine when I leave hickeys on your neck, cry on my couch, and beg to feel me against you. My response was only natural.” Yunho retorted, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. Mingi just huffed pouting, earning him another laugh.
They stayed like this for a while, coming down from their highs while exchanging soft kisses that almost felt too intimate for a first time hook up. Eventually Yunho’s legs started cramping from the awkward angle and he helped Mingi stand slightly to sit back on the couch before it was Mingi’s turn to help Yunho up. Once standing, he immediately walked over to the kitchen. Mingi flopped back against the back of the couch. While this isn’t how he initially planned for the night to go, he didn’t have many complaints at the end result. Yunho returned, glass of water in hand which Mingi happily accepted with a kiss.
“I wasn’t kidding, by the way.” Yunho started, sitting on the arm of the couch as Mingi took a sip of the water. He cocked his head up at him, confused. “Give me like 20 minutes for a breather and we can go again. Now that I’ve seen how desperate you can be, I wanna see just how far gone you can be. Only if you want of course, no pressure.”
Mingi almost choked on his water at that, sputtering for a moment. Yunho had stated it so casually, as if he was a childhood friend asking to go get dinner last minute. “Holy fuck you’re gonna be the death of me.”
Yunho laughed as he plucked the glass from his faintly trembling hands. He leaned down, hand softly wrapped around Mingi’s neck. Not squeezing, just a presence. “I’ll make sure it’s a very happy death princess.”