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Minho had no idea his life would change on a quiet Friday night. One minute he was slipping into bed after his shower, body sluggish and eyes already drifting shut. The next he was wide awake, staring down at the lewdest images he had ever seen in his life, frantically trying to trample down his arousal because there was no possible way these were meant for him.
He swallowed thickly, hands sweating and shaking as he stared at his phone until the screen faded to black. His heart slammed furiously against his sternum, suddenly too big for his chest as it beat a steady stream of oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—
Minho tried to resist—he really fucking did okay?—the urge to unlock his phone again. In the end, the effort was futile. Typing in his passcode with trembling fingers, he half thought the pictures were just a figment of his imagination. Some very detailed hallucination his mind had conjured up to fuck with him. But no. They were still there. Perfectly lit, angled in just the right way that spoke of experience and skill.
Hyunjin—his sweet, innocent, clumsy Hyunjin—had sent him nudes. Minho was reeling, unable to truly comprehend what was happening.
It was only three pictures, but they had Minho so hard he feared he could come alone just from looking at them.
The first was relatively tame, just a blurry picture with half of Hyunjin’s face in frame. He had three fingers stretching his mouth open, cherry-red puffy lips glistening with saliva as he drooled around the appendages. Even if Minho didn’t know who the sender was, he would be able to recognise Hyunjin’s pretty lips and long fingers anywhere. Especially with the amount of time he tried (and failed) to stop staring at them on a daily basis.
The next one had Minho’s brain short circuiting. The camera was angled down, the picture less blurry. Hyunjin’s chest and stomach on full display, and with a jolt Minho realised he must be holding the fabric of his shirt between his teeth. Minho’s eyes fluttered as he visualised it in his mind. Hyunjin lying on his bed, frustrated he couldn’t get the picture to look the way he wanted before finally gripping the fabric in his mouth. He’d be drooling all over it if the previous picture was any indication.
Minho had seen Hyunjin shirtless many times, had to pry his gaze away when Hyunjin would wipe away the sweat gathered on his face with his shirt and flash his well toned abs. But not like this, never like this. One hand had slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants, and Minho groaned when he realised it was a pair he wore often. Minho would never be able to look at him in those again without getting embarrassingly hard.
Minho had to quickly swipe to the next one before he got too entranced in the way Hyunjin’s abs were clenched, images of how sensitive he might be if one teasing touch to his cock got him that wound up.
The last one was the worst (read: best ). The angle was different and so was the position of Hyunjin’s body. His pants were halfway down his thighs, revealing a pretty, lace thong that he’d pulled to the side. His hole glistened with lube, three fingers stretching him open almost obscenely. Minho could see his head peeking back in the corner of the screen and he had to wrap one hand around the base of his own cock before he came at the sight. The glassy, fucked out look in his eyes and his lips forming a tantalising “O” as if he couldn’t believe his own fingers felt so good.
He stared at the image until it was burned onto his retina, his cock throbbing in his boxers. Licking his lips, he went into the chat and hesitantly sent a message.
To Dumpling: Hyunjin-ah, I don't think you meant to send these to me.
Minho doesn’t actually know if those words are true or not. He’s not sure he wants to know. The implications behind Hyunjin sending them to him on purpose were too much for him to handle.
From Dumpling: OH MY GOD HYUNG IM SO SORRY
Minho breathed a sigh of relief—and secret disappointment—as more texts flooded his phone. Hyunjin kept apologizing, though the words were hard to make out through all the keyboard smashes. Minho reassured him that it was fine and to make sure to check the contact next time.
He silently cursed the man who would be the one receiving those pictures, the man they were intended for. The man who wasn’t Minho.
He tried to let it go, to lock his phone and forget about the pictures that now lived in his phone. He closed his eyes and sunk into the mattress. Maybe if he just laid there for long enough he could eventually fall asleep. Even if he had to ignore the way his dick still strained against his underwear and his fingers gripped the edge of the covers. Minutes went by, the ticking of his bedside clock louder than usual, grating on his nerves.
Fuck it .
He opened his phone with jerky hands and sat up until he was on his knees on the bed. He stuffed his free hand into his boxers and grasped his cock roughly, the squeeze almost too tight.
Minho panted as he swiped through the pictures again, imagining it was his own fingers in Hyunjin’s mouth and hole. Imagined Hyunjin whining as Minho fucked him, edging him for hours until he begged to come. He would sound so sweet. He would cry too. Hyunjin had always been sensitive, could barely handle being lightly tickled, so Minho knew how responsive he would be to even the softest touches.
He could almost hear the teary hyung, hyung, hyung—
He came so hard he blacked out, falling forward until his face was pressed into the pillow. He didn’t stop stroking, and was a sucker for over sensitivity even when alone. And he couldn’t stop when images of Hyunjin begging him to keep going, to stay inside , were still filtering through his brain.
He let his phone fall from his hand and get tangled with the sheets as he propped himself up on one elbow. His hips jerked forward, hand tightening to the point of pain. He imagined it was Hyunjin he was fucking instead of his own hand, thought of the way he’d grip his waist and pull him back onto his cock with every thrust. The thought of Hyunjin moving with him, bouncing back as if couldn’t get enough, sent him over the edge once again.
Minho collapsed onto his side, arms and legs trembling with pleasure and exhaustion. He laid there trying to catch his breath, too lazy to take another shower. He cleaned himself up with wet wipes and changed into a fresh pair of boxers before throwing the soiled pair into his laundry hamper.
He was too tired from the long day and two orgasms to allow the guilt to settle in. Instead, he burrowed into the blankets and immediately fell into unconsciousness, knowing the regret would come in the morning.
And oh, it did.
He would have forgotten about it, if not for the fact that the first thing he saw after turning off his alarm and going to check his messages were those fucking pictures. He almost threw his phone across the room, but resisted. Instead he closed it and set it aside for later, trying his best to go about his morning routine with a semblance of normalcy.
It did not work.
He’d barely started his shower when his mind started replaying all his thoughts from the night before. Thoughts he should not be having about his close friend , who was obviously doing something with somebody else.
That didn’t stop him from jacking off, quick and rough, coming to the thought of how Hyunjin’s lips would look moaning his name. He watched the evidence of his transgression filter down the drain before turning the water temperature up to freezing.
The next few days were a living hell. Minho couldn’t get the images out of his mind. Almost every night—and morning—he found himself jerking off, or grinding against the mattress or even fingering himself while looking at those pictures. If that wasn’t bad enough, Hyunjin had taken it upon himself to turn into Minho’s personal demon.
Not that he did anything wrong, oh no. Hyunjin was as sweet as always, blushing when he saw Minho in person, and apologizing profusely for the “incident.” Minho had assured him many times that they could just forget and move past it. And while Hyunjin seemed to accept those words, his actions sent an entirely different message.
Minho wasn’t sure if it was his giant, size-of-the-moon crush he had on Hyunjin that had him second guessing their every interaction, or his stupid horny brain misinterpreting things.
It just felt that Hyunjin had grown more affectionate lately. He sought out Minho’s company more often than not, forgetting his embarrassment and pouring all of his undivided attention on Minho as an apology. He smiled brighter and giggled louder, head always turning to catch Minho’s eyes and beam at him. His hands would find Minho’s body more often too, holding on longer and lingering when they drew away. It wasn’t unusual for Hyunjin to cling to him, but when his heart and libidio were perpetually ready to burst, Mino wasn’t sure how he would survive if this continued.
Everything came to a head on yet another Friday night. They were heading home from one of their weekly group hangouts when Hyunjin asked if he could sleep over at Minho’s place.
“Binnie-hyung can’t take me home, he’s going with Innie,” Hyunjin grouched, glaring at the offending couple who were too wrapped up in each other to notice. Minho, too, was hyper focused on the way Hyunjin’s hands were twisted in the fabric of his jacket arm. “And I don’t wanna sit in the car with Channie-hyung and Felix making eyes at each other.”
“Fine,” Minho sighed, pretending to be put out. He held back his smile as Hyunjin squealed, clapping in that full bodied way Minho found endlessly endearing. “Let’s go.”
Hyunjin wrapped his arms around Minho’s shoulders, leaning against him as they walked to the car. Minho forgot, for a moment, about his massive crush on his friend, and instead just enjoyed his company. They talked about nothing, singing along to songs on the radio, and laughed together the whole drive.
As Minho looked over at Hyunjin who was laughing at some dumb story he was telling, all he could think was I love this boy.
“…Hyung?”
The sound of Hyunjin’s voice snapped Minho out of his trance, and he shook his head before redirecting his attention to the road.
“Sorry, got lost in thought,” Minho said, looking at Hyunjin out of the corner of his eye.
“Wow hyung, you have thoughts?” Hyunjin exclaimed, already prepared for the smack that landed on the back of his head. He giggled, looking so cute as his eyes turned into crescents. Minho couldn’t stay upset. Not that he ever did.
Things were normal when they reached Minho’s small apartment. They went about their nightly routine, showering separately and Minho borrowing Hyunjin some of his clothes. He had to admit there was something about returning to his room and finding Hyunjin in his bed, in his clothes, that squeezed at his heart.
Hyunjin looked perfect, like he belonged there. And Minho wished he did. Wished Hyunjin could be his.
Sighing at his own thoughts, Minho slipped into bed alongside Hyunjin and tried to relax. That was difficult, since this would usually be the time he jerked off to pictures of Hyunjin, but now the boy was right next to him and he hoped to god his body wouldn’t betray him.
In the end it wasn’t him who broke first. No, it was Hyunjin.
It started out innocent enough, Hyunjin whining to be the big spoon and Minho complaining but giving in until his back was pressed to Hyunjin’s chest and strong arms were wrapped around his waist. Minho’s palms were sweaty, throat dry and heart hammering. There was no way Hyunjin couldn’t feel the way it pounded where his hands were tracing patterns on Minho’s chest.
Minho forced himself to take deep breaths, closing his eyes and willing his dick to behave. It worked too. Minutes later, Minho was half asleep, content to just exist in Hyunjin’s warm embrace.
Minho tensed when Hyunjin’s hands dipped lower, toying with the hem of his loose t-shirt. But Hyunjin didn’t go beyond that, his hands rubbing soothing circles into Minho’s abdomen until he relaxed again. They stayed like that for a while, until once again, Hyunjin’s hands trailed lower. His fingertips danced along the waistband of Minho’s boxers, not stopping even when Minho’s entire body went rigid.
“Hyunjin-ah,” Minho said as both a question and a warning. Still Hyunjin’s hands didn’t cease their movement.
“Hyung, do you want to know a secret?” Hyunjin asked. Minho shuddered as Hyunjin’s lips grazed over the skin of his neck, tongue peeking out to taste just a bit. His brain must have malfunctioned, fried to the point of no repair because what the fuck was happening.
“What are you—?” Before Minho could finish his sentence, Hyunjin cupped his cock threw his boxers, one of his gorgeous and long fingers playing with the tip.
“Hyunj—uh!” Minho couldn’t breath as Hyunjin free hand gripped his hip and drew him back. He choked at the feeling of Hyunjin’s hard cock pressed up against his ass, only the thinnest layers separated them.
“I’ve been thinking about you, hyung,” Hyunjin said, an airy tone to his voice that didn’t seem appropriate for their current situation. He leaned in closer, nose nudging at Minho’s jawline while he ground his palm down on Minho’s cock. “And I know you’ve been thinking about me too.”
“How did you—?” Minho tried to ask, not even caring that he would be exposing the fact that he’d gotten off with his pictures to Hyunjin’s face.
“I could tell how much you liked them,” Hyunjin giggled. This boy who had Minho turning to fucking putty in his hands was giggling at him. As if one of his hands wasn’t around Minho’s dick. Holy fuck.
Minho let out a stream of curse words when Hyunjin’s hand slipped beneath his boxers, those long fingers finally wrapping around him in the way he’d imagined for years. That alone had him gripping the sheets to keep himself from coming. Hyunjin grinding against his ass wasn’t helping either.
“Can I…?” Hyunjin asked after a few delicate strokes of his hand, tugging at Minho’s underwear.
“Yes, yes, yes—“ Minho panted, already helping Hyunjin to wiggle them down his legs and toss them somewhere off the bed.
Minho moaned long and loud as Hyunjin’s cock slipped between his thighs. The combination of his own sensitivity mixed with the fact that Hyunjin was leaking precome was overwhelming to say the least.
Minho blindly reached for Hyunjin’s hip, nails digging into supple flesh as he urged Hyunjin to thrust forward and use him . The younger boy groaned, his free arm wrapping around Minho’s waist as he fucked his thighs. His other hand was torturously slow on Minho’s cock, sometimes pausing to play with the slit or sliding down and squeezing the base.
The friction of Hyunjin’s cock not only against his sensitive thighs but also the way the head would catch on his rim, drove Minho insane. He writhed under the pleasure of it all. Of being touched, and not just by anyone, but by Hyunjin.
“Was thinking about you that night,” Hyunjin breathed, pressing light kisses across the side of Minho’s face. The gesture was so soft and innocent, a stark contrast to the brutal movements of his hips. “Imagined they were your fingers opening me up.”
“S-So you did send those to me on purpose,” Minho gasped, eyelids fluttering as another wave of pleasure overtook him.
Hyunjin sent those to him. Hyunjin had been thinking of him. Hyunjin wanted him.
His hand tangled in Hyunjin’s hair, drawing his mouth forward into a messy kiss. His neck protested at the angle, but he didn’t care. He’d wanted to kiss this pretty boy for so long, nothing could stop him now.
“Of course,” Hyunjin said when they pulled back for air. He bit Minho’s bottom lip, sucking on it until it was swollen. “Wanted you for so long.”
“Why not just— ah!” Minho’s words were cut off with a mewl when Hyunjin sped up the pace of his hand. “Just tell me?”
“I was scared,” Hyunjin confessed. And Minho couldn’t blame him for that since he had been scared too.
“But with the way you reacted after I sent them, I knew I didn’t have to be. Hyungie was so cute,” Hyunjin laughed as he nibbled at Minho’s earlobe.
“I was not!” Minho tried to sound affronted, but it just came out petulant. Hyunjin laughed more, and Minho revelled in the way the sound and feeling reverberated through his own chest.
“Please, I could feel you staring. Saw the way you stared at my hands and lips. Always blushing when I touched you. You were so obvious hyung.”
“ Jinnie ,” Minho whined as both Hyunjin’s hand and hips tore him apart with pleasure. He could barely stand it, grinding back against Hyunjin’s hips and fucking up into his hand, unable to decide what he wanted more. If it was already so intense with just this, Minho had no idea if he would survive when they really fucked.
“More. Hyung needs more,” Minho begged, his movements frantic with need. Hyunjin shushed him, and the hand on Minho’s cock became ruthless, stripping his cock until the pleasure was unbearable. The hand that had been holding Minho’s waist moved between his legs and he barely had time to register what was happening before fingers were pressing against his hole.
He arched his back, the combination of sensations sent him hurtling over the edge. Blazing heat surged through his veins setting him aflame. He moaned and whimpered under the assault, Hyunjin’s hands prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible before pulling off.
Before Hyunjin could even think of moving away, Minho shifted onto his stomach and pulled Hyunjin on top of him. He looked back over his shoulder as his hands spread his cheeks open, invitation clear. Hyunjin looked down at him like he couldn’t believe Minho was real.
“Use me, pretty boy,” Minho purred, loving the way Hyunjin gaze went hazy at the pet name.
Hyunjin wasted no time, grinding his cock between Minho’s ass cheeks and drawing out moans from both of them. With the way Hyunjin moved on top of him, Minho could almost imagine how Hyunjin would fuck him for real.
“I’ll fuck you next time, yeah?” Minho said and enjoyed Hyunjin’s hips stuttering. He couldn’t stop talking, not when he had this opportunity presented to him on a silver platter. “I’ll get my fingers in you just the way you want.”
“Fuck, please—“ Hyunjin moaned, falling forward until he was plastered along Minho’s back, hips rutting as his chest heaved. “Wanna feel you. Don’t wanna use a condom.”
“Want hyung to fill you up?” Minho said, the words coming out too smoothly considering the way his brain was struggling to move past what Hyunjin had just said. Those words alone could’ve made Minho come if he hadn’t already.
“ Yeah,” Hyunjin whined, mouthing at Minho’s neck and shoulder. “I wanna keep it inside.”
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Minho groaned, hips thrusting down into the mattress as he fantasised about filling Hyunjin with his come and plugging him up. “My perfect, pretty Hyunjinnie. Just made for me.”
Of course it’s the praise that has Hyunjin coming, sinful moans spilling from his lips as he threw his head back and shuddered. Minho watched him with awe, hoping that he’d be able to see that expression again in the near future. Preferably in another fifteen minutes when he could get his dick to cooperate.
Hyunjin collapsed next to Minho, their legs still tangled together, sticky with sweat and come. Minho didn’t hesitate to lean in and press a lingering kiss to Hyunjin’s forehead, smiling when Hyunjin melted into his touch.
“Hyung,” Hyunjin said when he caught his breath. “This wasn’t just…”
Minho’s smile widened, and he used one finger to tip Hyunjin’s chin up so he could press a sweet kiss to his lips.
“Wasn’t just?” Minho teased, grinning when Hyunjin’s face turned even redder.
“Don’t tease, I’m being serious,” Hyunjin muttered, grumbling under his breath but not moving away.
“I know, sweetheart,” Minho said, delighted when Hyunjin’s eyes widened at the endearment. “And I hope you know that I’ve liked you for a long time.”
“Really?” Hyunjin asked shyly, his nose scrunching in that adorable way it did when he got nervous. “Probably not as long as I’ve liked you.”
Minho’s eyebrows rose at the confession, but the wicked smile on Hyunjin’s lips told him that if he pried he would be met with great resistance.
“You’re never going to tell me, are you?” Minho sighed, unsurprised when Hyunjin just beamed at him.
“Maybe one day,” Hyunjin teased, crawling until his face was buried in Minho’s chest.
“Or maybe I could just fuck it out of you?” Minho asked, half joking. Hyunjin’s eyes darkened, expression going slack as he bit his lip.
“You’re welcome to try your best, hyung,” Hyunjin said, voice dark and low.
Minho gripped his hair and pulled him up into a bruising kiss, tongue tracing over his lips before dipping inside and exploring every crevice of Hyunjin’s mouth until he was sure he knew it better than his own. They pulled back, gasping for air, hot breath fanning over each other’s lips.
“Oh, I will.”
Sadly, he didn’t get the truth out of Hyunjin that day. But that just meant he would have to keep trying, and that was even more fun.