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“Stay still for mommy, will you?” Yeosang breathes against Mingi’s cheek, caressing his face with a gloved finger. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you come. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Mingi nods eagerly at this, whimpering slightly.
“Words, big boy.” Yeosang demands, digging the heal of his hand onto Mingi’s clothed cock.
“Yes, mommy.” Mingi is breathless, so close he could scream. But he can’t come, not until his mommy tells him to.
Yeosang has been edging him for a week now. Getting him so, so close, just to stop and move on as if nothing happened. Mingi has been on edge all week. Literally.
Mingi is down to nothing but his boxers, while Yeosang is still dressed in head to toe in leather after winning their Daesang. Their adrenaline is still running high, even in the confines of their own home.
“Such a good boy.” Yeosang smiles fondly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Currently, Mingi has his back pressed against the headboard while Yeosang straddles his hips. Each slight touch of Yeosang’s ass against Mingi’s thinly veiled cock sends shivers down his spine, his cock throbbing and leaking already.
Yeosang lifts himself up off the other man, while Mingi makes a pathetic noise at the loss of weight. He scoots further down the bed, then takes Mingi’s ankles and pulls so that Mingi is now lying flat on his back.
Yeosang starts kissing up the younger’s legs, taking time to suck sweet bruises every few inches. Mingi squirms at this, which has Yeosang’s eyes shooting up to meet his.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay still?” Yeosang tilts his head condescendingly. “Can’t be a good puppy for mommy? What a shame…” He makes a tsk sound, shaking his head. The gloved hands leave Mingi’s bare skin.
“Mmm, I guess you won’t come for another day…” The older says, lifting his booted foot to press it into Mingi’s neglected cock. Mingi cries out at this.
“No, no, I’m sorry, Mommy. I’ll even keep my hands to myself.” Mingi pleads, practically sobbing.
Yeosang taps his finger against his chin, the cool of the leather raising goosebumps.
“Since my puppy seems so, so sorry, maybe I’ll give him what he wants. What do you think, big boy?” He hums, crawling his way to hover over Mingi. “How about you keep your hands to yourself for me, and then use you how I want to? You want to make mommy feel nice, don’t you?”
Another pathetic sound rips from Mingi as he nods. “Please, please use me. I want it so bad.” He begs pitifully, tears threatening to spill.
“So good for me, doing so good.” Yeosang whispers to him as he reaches for the lube on the nightstand. He backs off of Mingi, pulling Mingi’s boxers off and throwing one of his legs over his shoulder. “Ready?”
Mingi makes a noise akin to mhmm and nods eagerly. He hears the pop of the lube cap open through his squeezed-closed eyes. Yeosang pours some out, warming it in between his fingers before pushing the first finger inside.
Mingi’s mouth falls open blissfully, hands gripping at the bedsheets. Yeosang fingers Mingi slowly, going in just enough to not hit his sweet spot.
“Sangie, Sangie, please add another, please. ”
Yeosang hums. “Since you asked so nicely.” He adds the second finger slowly, before reeling back and slamming back in. Mingi throws his head back in a cry of pleasure. He’s continues at a brutal pace.
He’s so close he could come from this alone. But, that’s not what Yeosang wants.
“I’m so close, Sangie, Sangie, please. Mommy.” Mingi begs, grip tightening on the sheets.
He feels the fingers leave him, then, two coming to ring around the base of his cock.
“ No.”
Now, Mingi is sobbing, tears streaming down his face.
“I’ve got you, Min. Doing so good for me.” Yeosang wipes the tears from his cheeks with his thumb. “One more finger, and then Mommy will fuck you. How does that sound?”
“ Please, Sangie, I’ve been good.” Mingi whimpers.
“Yes you have, sweet boy.” Yeosang says, bringing his gloved thumb from Mingi’s cheek down to toy with his plump lips. The younger accepts the thumb into his mouth, tongue lapping all around it. Yeosang pulls his thumb out, a string of saliva coming with it, then puts it in his own mouth.
Before continuing, Yeosang leans down to give Mingi a sweet but passionate kiss. Mingi whines into the kiss, back arching off the bed.
Yeosang begins to travel back down Mingi, giving a sweet kiss to his red tip before putting 3 fingers into his tight hole. He’s surprised Mingi hasn’t torn a hole in the bedsheets with how hard his grip is.
After a few moments, Yeosang speaks up again, “Are you ready for mommy to use you, baby?”
Mingi’s eyes are screwed shut and he’s nodding ever so eager.
“Words, Mingi. Look at me when I speak to you.”
Mingi’s eyes fly open, “Yes, yes mommy, please use me, pleasepleaseplease !”
“Good boy.” Yeosang says lowly. He begins slowly pulling his gloves off, freeing his hands. Then, he begins loosening his tie and unbuttoning all of the buttons.
Once he’s down to his underwear, Mingi can see just how hard Yeosang is. His cock is straining against the tight fabric, a slight damp spot present. He wants this too, bad.
As his underwear comes off, Yeosang’s cock springs free, red and angry. He’s big. Mingi salivates at the thought. He spreads more lube generously on his cock before lining it up to Mingi’s ready hole. The younger’s breath hitches as the tip breaches through. Yeosang groans deeply as he feels Mingi’s warmth around him, taking him in oh so nicely. Mingi’s hands fly up to touch Yeosang, before they’re slapped away.
“No touching, be good.” He scolds.
Mingi feels like he’s going to explode from overstimulation and pleasure.
“Fuck, Mingi, feel so good for me,” Yeosang manages through gritted teeth. “So perfect for mommy.”
Yeosang fucks him fast and deep, taking time to treasure all of Mingi.
Mingi feels hot all over, sweat beading down his temples. Yeosang licks it clean.
The burning sensation is deep in Yeosang’s stomach, a bubble ready to burst at any moment.
“Come with mommy, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Yeosang says, breathless.
“Yes, please, Sangie, I need it.” Mingi’s voice is ten octaves higher now, his hands itching to touch all over Yeosang. They’re still anchored to the sheets. Like a good boy.
Yeosang can feel the coil in his stomach about to snap, his Mingi enveloping him so well.
“So close, Mingi! ‘m so close. Doing so well for me.” Yeosang continues his brutal pace in Mingi. The younger continues pushing out pathetic whines and whimpers. Yeosang thinks he sounds beautiful.
A few more thrusts is all it takes as Yeosang groans lowly as he comes, fucking Mingi full of his release. Mingi is not far behind, as it takes Yeosang a few flicks of his wrist of have the young coming all over his stomach. Mingi moans loudly at this, which has Yeosang slightly concerned for the neighbors. He fucks into Mingi slowly a few more times before pulling out.
“Can I touch now, please?” Mingi pleads, his puppy-dog eyes on show.
“Yes, baby.” Yeosang barely has time to say before he’s crushed against Mingi’s chest. They kiss slowly, like they have all the time in the world. He can tell Mingi is far, far away from here. Yeosang kisses Mingi’s cheek lightly before untangling himself to go get wipes from the bathroom.
Mingi whines, his hands reaching out to hold Yeosang again.
“I’ll be back, I’m just getting stuff to clean us with. You don’t want to sleep all sticky, do you?” Yeosang laughs. “Rest, baby.”