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Minseok loves being in the same industry as his boyfriend. It means he gets to keep a close eye on his ‘too hot for his own good and extremely unaware of it’ boyfriend and the first looks at all the delicious photoshoot outfits. He’s 100 percent sure the stylists are out to get him with all the fitted suits, Minseok loves a man in a suit, especially his man. He loves them even more with his favorite heeled boots. Minseok already has to lift up to kiss his own boyfriend, but with the little heel he has to tiptoe to get a good angle. He loves it. He loves that his boyfriend is a model.
It’s rare for them to get booked in a shoot together so when the messages from their corresponding companies coincidentally came in at the same time Minseok was elated. It’s been a while since the both of them got up for work at the same time. Usually Sanghyeok would be the one up first, getting himself ready before making a simple breakfast for Minseok and a cup of coffee for himself. He plops the breakfast onto the nightstand on Minseok’s side of the bed before gently peppering kisses onto his sleeping beauty. Always careful not to wake him.
This day however before he steps out of bed, he rolls further onto his side and wraps his arms around Minseok, pulling him into his chest and burrows his face into the soft nest of hair. Minseok stirs in his arms, grumbling something he can’t quite make out while clumsily reaching his arms from underneath him to grab at his boyfriend’s neck.
“Minseok baby, we should get up, we have a shoot together today.”
More uncoordinated mumbles fall from his lips and Sanghyeok can only manage to make out a disjointed pattern of ‘carry me’. If it’s what his princess wishes, then that he shall get. The walk to the bathroom came with only a little stumble, thanks to the chew toy one of their pets left out in the middle of the floor. Minseok drifts in and out of sleep with his head in the junction of Sanghyeok’s neck, his legs dangling on either side of him.
The cold top of the bathroom sink stings his butt a little when Sanghyeok sets him down and of course like the spoiled princess he is, he makes it known with a loud grumble.
“I know I know, it’s cold huh? I’m sorry but the floor is cold too baby, your feet are more sensitive to the cold than your butt so I didn’t want to set you down here.”
His gentleman gives him a peck off the side of his lips before bringing a toothbrush before his face
“Brush and we can get off of here and into the warm shower quicker.”
Sanghyeok keeps a warm hand on the side of Minseok’s hip as he stands between his swinging legs brushing his own teeth. As he moves to go gargle, he doesn’t forget to hand Minseok his cup of water. When Minseok reluctantly has to leave his spot to spit, Sanghyeok goes to start up the shower, making sure it’s the perfect temperature for early morning Minseok. When his feet touch the tiles Minseok has to physically recoil at the coldness burning the bottom of his feet. His boyfriend was correct, his feet do hate it worse, he’s almost always correct when it comes to Minseok. It's scary.
He relaxes and finally wakes up more when he’s under the steaming heat of the shower. His eyes were threatening to close as Sanghyeok was shimmying his pajamas off his limp limbs. Sanghyeok cards his hands through his morning hair and massages lightly.
“Feel good? Feeling more awake now?”
“Hmm yeah.”
They end up having to rush breakfast when Minseok’s lips took a hold of themselves and wouldn’t leave Sanghyeoks own pair. Don’t blame him for having a smoking hot boyfriends at only an arms length away. He’s pretty sure the driver gave them a look when they came running down and into the car.
They’re whisked away to their own makeup artists and stylists the moment they step foot on the set. Minseok gets dolled up in a simple white shirt and black pants. His makeup is simple too, meant to project focus towards their lips and the product they’re advertising. Minseok actually likes the scent of his and he can’t help but wonder which of the few his boyfriend is going to get assigned to. The other models go first in the shoot, coming in as a trio. Minseok recognizes them, Hyunjoon and Wooje like to visit the same bar as them and he sees Minhyung at the same dog park they bring their dogs to.
“Well aren’t we lucky? We get to shoot together this time.”
Minseok can feel the air get knocked out of his lungs.
His boyfriend's hair is styled to show a sliver of his forehead and the few strands look to be slightly curled. His glasses are the same as any day but at the moment they seem to look ten times better than before. His lips are even glossier than this morning when they have Minseok’s saliva as impromptu lip balm. But the real surprise is when Minseok’s eyes travel down and see the suit. His eyes almost leave their sockets.
A fully black suit shirt and top and Minseok’s mouth runs dry when his mind catches up to his eyes and he sees the harness freaking strapped across his body. Then he sees the damned heeled boots and oh, Minseok’s mind does not visit a very clean place.
He gets that everyone is styled slightly differently but why does it always have to be his boyfriend that gets the suit. Hyunjoon looks to have a well-built figure, why can’t he get it and terrorize his boyfriend. Why does Minseok have to be the one to suffer through the whole shoot?
“Minseokie it’s our turn now.”
Damn the stupid shoot, the stupid little tubs of lip sleeping mask, and everyone currently in the room. If it weren’t for all this Minseok would be able to just drop to his knees right here right now.
It's a mental torment. Having Sanghyeok so close but being unable to do anything about it.
“Minseok baby, look more cheerful would you? You’re glaring at the poor camera man.”
“Stupid shoot, stupid stylist, stupid photos.”
“Hm?“
“Okay! Can we have all of you come in for group pictures?”
The other three stumble in and Minseok is defeated when the order to split up from Sanghyeok comes tumbling out of the director’s mouth.
“Alright we’ll have Hyunjoon and Minhyung behind the couch and Sanghyeok and Wooje sitting down. Minseok you can take a seat beside Wooje and prop up against his leg alright? Let’s try that.”
The string of curses Minseok is chanting in his head abruptly stops when the director yells the end of the photoshoot along with some thanks to the crew. He springs up, stopping to dust the back of his pants before he locks eyes with his target. Sanghyeok takes his time to bow and thank the photographers while Minseok watches like a little stalker behind him. When the last of his thanks are said Minseok grabs hold of a part of the strap around Sanghyeok’s waist and tugs him away. Away from all the peering eyes of staff members.
He doesn’t look back at his boyfriend or anywhere for that matter, his eyes are trained on the changing rooms. The small corner of the dressing room with a makeshift dark red curtain hanging up. There’s no resistance to his insistent tugging and he can hear the subtle clack of Sanghyeok’s heel hitting the floor behind him.
Minseok practically throws Sanghyeok into the corner as he hastily draws the curtain shut around them.
“Minseok? What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t manage to get any other words out as the next second Minseok is jumping up and pouncing on him like a rabid animal. It’s a disoriented clash of lips and too much teeth but Minseok isn’t complaining. Sanghyeok’s back is to the wall with his feet spread enough for Minseok to fit between. Minseok's hands grip the short hair on his nape and his own find a way to snake under Minseok's shirt and grasp at the silky skin on his waist.
“You taste sweet hyung.”
Minseok pulls himself off just to state the fact.
“You taste like peaches.”
Sanghyeok dips his head down to try and peck at Minseok's lips again but the younger retracts, eyes glaring at his shirt. He follows his boyfriend's gaze and finds him hooking his finger into one of the straps across his body.
“Hyung, I can't believe they put you in this.”
“You don’t like it?”
“Hmph, I don’t like that other people get to see it too.”
“But it’s all yours baby.”
Minseok doesn’t want to waste another second, in fact he doesn’t. He slides his hands down along Sanghyeok’s abs and he lowers himself on his knees.
“Minseok here??”
He smirks up at Sanghyeok and continues his path downwards, only stopping his hands when they catch onto the ridge of his boyfriend's pants. He takes a painfully long time to unclasp the button and a shockingly short time to unzip and tug the pants down. He tugs them down until they reach the seam of Sanghyeok’s boxers.
“You’d let me right, hyung?”
Sure, you could call it trying to sway the rational judgment of his boyfriend with the way he rubs his face into his crotch and mouths lightly at the fabric, but only the fact that it works is of concern to Minseok. He molds his lips along the shape of the bulge, starting from the bottom, pressing feather-like kisses as he inches up. He darts the tip of his tongue out when he feels the head of Sanghyeoks dick, stopping his movements to peek up at him and slightly circle his tongue around.
Sanghyeok clamps a hand across his face to dampen the sounds of his groans and drops one down to cradle the side of Minseok’s head. Minseok nuzzles into the touch, bringing his own hand to cup over Sanghyeok’s.
When the band of Sanghyeok’s boxers finally come down, he lets out a sigh of relief followed by a sharp breath as the fabric damp with Minseok’s spit is pulled along the front of his dick. It stands angrily against his front and Minseok’s eyes shine like his moist lips when he sets his eyes on it. He grins up at Sanghyeok running his tongue across his lips.
Minseok’s lips close around his tip and the moist warmth runs a shudder across his body. Minseok sucks around him like he’s enjoying a piece of candy. The vibrations of his humming makes Sanghyeok feel tingling in his toes and he curls them when Minseok starts to flick his tongue. His fingers grab a hold of Minseok’s hair trying to find grounding as he slips further into the feeling.
Minseok flattens his tongue and dips his head further into his boyfriend’s crotch when a thought must have popped into his head as he pulls off with a supple pop noise.
“Um! Hyung, didn’t you want to try fucking my face? Do it.”
Apparently Sanghyeok doesn’t get to say much today as his words are punched out of him by Minseok taking him in again and pulling him closer by the strap around his waist. His movements are lanky as his urges to be gentle to Minseok are more prominent in his mind. They are very much not welcomed by Minseok as his hands insistently pull at Sanghyeok to get his point across.
He stops moving completely when muffled voices start to sound through the door. He had locked it instinctively when Minseok dragged him into the room. He’s glad he did now as Minseok starts to whine around him.
“Shit Minseok, I think there’s people outside.”
Minseok pulls off, reluctance coating his features.
“Then hurry up.”
He wraps around Sanghyeok again, giving him a humming sign to start. Minseok clutches the edge of his shirt as he starts to shallowly thrust his hips to a slow rhythm. He’s reminded of the hurry when Minseok grumbles and glares at him with his brows furrowing together. The look of anger is wiped from his face when Sanghyeok hits the back of his throat and he has to force down a gag. Sanghyeok cradles both sides of his head and mumbles a meek sorry as his hips quicken their pace.
His toes curl up again as he feels the knot in the pit of his stomach tighten. His hands clench around the strands of Minseok’s now damp hair. It takes one small glance at Minseok with his mouth filled, lips glossy, and eyes watery and dazed for Sanghyeok to have to thrust as deep as he can. He holds Minseok's head in place with little to no force as bursts of pleasure course through him.
The last of his release is swallowed down by Minseok happily as he has to fall back against the wall to catch his breath.
“Hyung, is that really the best you can do? Maybe your age really is catching up to you.”
The cheeky smirk Minseok is projecting tells Sanghyeok he has a personal agenda he wants to accomplish; it may be working in his favor too, Sanghyeok isn’t one to lie.
“When we’re at home Minseok.”