When the Light's On, It's My Show

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/44057131.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: ATEEZ (Band)
Relationship: Kim Hongjoong/Song Mingi
Character: Kim Hongjoong, Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ)
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Praise Kink, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Anal Sex,
Barebacking, Wall Sex, Strength Kink, Not Beta Read, Size Difference
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-01-04 Words: 5,590 Chapters: 1/1

When the Light's On, It's My Show

by mingiprincess

Summary

Practicing one-on-one with Mingi for their 'As I Told You' stage is a test to Hongjoong's
restraint. He doesn't pass that test.

Notes

Inspired by this. I never knew this performance was exactly what was missing from my life
until I saw it. MinJoong was actually the first ship I ever thought about writing, because I
love them together and there is a tragic shortage of MinJoong fic out there. Be the change
you want to see and all that, so here I am. Also a little inspired by this.

Title from As I Told You (Remix) by Kim Sung Jae ft pH-1

See the end of the work for more notes

When the decision came down the line for a unit performance with just the two of them at the
upcoming MBC Gayo, Hongjoong was less than optimistic about his odds of keeping himself
together. It was long overdue, he knew. The fans had been begging for a rapline subunit basically
since debut. Keeping the fans happy was one of their biggest priorities, so that couldn’t be helped.
But as soon as ‘As I Told You’ was proposed for a potential unit performance, Hongjoong
immediately pictured Mingi in more-or-less the outfit from the original Kim Sung Jae
performance, but make it slutty. An inspired vision, truly, but maybe not the best thing for
Hongjoong’s sanity at this point in his life.
Not to mention, a duo subunit meant a frankly mind-numbing amount of one-on-one practice time,
until they were ready to rehearse with the backup dancers. After practicing with the rest of the
members for their Halazia showcase, the two of them were unceremoniously abandoned by the
others to work on their own performance. After being forced to watch Mingi moving so powerfully
yet gracefully to their new title track, he was made to endure Mingi performing their unit song with
its frankly unnecessarily prominent hip thrusting and leg moves. If Hongjoong didn’t want to take
a bite out of Mingi’s thighs on the regular before all this, he was certain he’d break soon and do
just that after today.

As he watched Mingi through the practice room mirror, all he could see was those ridiculous,
strong, chiseled thighs through Mingi’s thin sweatpants. Hongjoong would like to think he’d been
subtle for the most part, but no one could blame him if every once in a while, he gave into his base
instinct of just biting whatever part of Mingi was closest to him. Sure, he bit all of the members,
but how could Mingi not be his favorite? Hongjoong never used to mean anything sexual by it, but
with the noises that Mingi made when bit, it was inevitable that it rapidly began to feel that way.
Not that the change had made him want to stop. Maybe just made him want to try biting in more
sensitive places to see what would happen.

Shaking his head to clear himself from that train of thought, he realized Mingi had been speaking to
him while his head had been running wild around thoughts of biting those perfect thighs. “Sorry,
what was that, Mingi-yah?”

Mingi only looked concerned, which immediately made Hongjoong feel slightly guilty. “I said you
look kinda out of it, hyung. Are you tired? Did you even come home from the studio last night?
Maybe we should skip practice and work on this tomorrow,” he said, casting his eyes down and
away.

Hongjoong forced a smile onto his face, and fought his eyes’ attempts to drift back down Mingi’s
body while he stood there being so sweet and completely ignorant of his hyung’s depraved
thoughts, come on, Hongjoong. “I came home to sleep for a bit, no need to worry about hyung.
Let’s try it again,” he said, carefully pushing down the rest of his thoughts that should never see
the light of day. Maybe some good old fashioned physical exertion could distract him from his own
filthy mind.

He was nearly immediately proven wrong, which shouldn’t have come as a surprise, since
Hongjoong was actually familiar with the choreography. He was fairly sure that he could never be
quite ready enough to witness Mingi drop to his knees and roll his body during that one part of it,
though. And he’s pretty confident that the idea is nowhere near as deadly as the reality, where that
particular move is concerned. It’s a very near-miss when Hongjoong just barely manages to stop
himself from groaning out loud at the sight in time, narrowly biting back a comment about how
he’d rather be the one on his knees right now.

As much as he loved teasing Mingi, that thought was a little too honest to fit the bill. He would
constantly flirt with Mingi to fluster him, if only it didn’t feel a bit too transparently sincere. The
others, sure, but Mingi was different. For example, every time they performed a song that had the
two of them doing a back-and-forth exchange, Hongjoong valiantly fought the irresistible urge to
just smack away Mingi’s mic and smash their mouths together. With Hongjoong’s noticeably
eroding hold on his self control, it was probably only a matter of time. He was certain it showed on
his face at every show.

When Mingi once again caught him zoning out, this time he had been unfortunately staring right at
Mingi’s face in the mirror, watching his face contort into all of those unfairly sexy expressions.
Mingi immediately stopped mid-step, his eyebrows arching up in concern as his previous sexy lip-
bite rapidly change to a pout. “Hyung? Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked with such genuine
concern that Hongjoong just knew he had to deflect.

“No, Mingi-yah. I was distracted by your ridiculous Flame Princess hair,” he insisted, rolling his
eyes for emphasis. When his eyes fell back onto Mingi, his lips were parted and his face was slack.
If Hongjoong looked close enough, he was almost certain he could see a faint reddening of his
ears. He was intrigued, and then it hit him. Oh my god. “You only heard the word ‘princess,’
didn’t you?” At Mingi’s averted eyes and the return of the lip-bite, Hongjoong could only execute
an un-ironic and deeply pained facepalm. Abort, abort, that way lies only ruin. He forced out a
cough, blurting out “let’s just run it again,” to try to reset the conversation.

Whoever decided he should be left alone with Mingi for any length of time and for any reason
should really feel bad about it. He was seriously contemplating what it would take to get their
backup dancers in here early to work on this as a group. The higher-ups would never go for it, and
besides, their dancers didn’t need the practice nearly as much as they did at this point. Resigned to
his fate, Hongjoong buckled in for another showing of glorious thighs: the musical.

Somehow, against all odds, he managed to run through the routine a few satisfactory times while in
the dance equivalent of highway hypnosis, trying not to stare Mingi down in the mirrors.
Eventually snapping himself out of it, he proposed an end to their practice when he saw the way
Mingi had begun to slump slightly between runs. “We should call it a night,” he sighed, fanning
himself with the collar of his t-shirt. “Besides, if you go any harder on this, people might actually
die,” starting with me, he thought miserably.

Mingi immediately lit up as if they hadn’t just spent two hours perfecting the two minute routine.
“You think so, hyung? I practiced it a little at the dorm yesterday. I’m not going too hard with it,
am I?”

Hongjoong smiled ruefully. “I mean, yeah, if you care at all about the lives of our fans,” he said as
he shrugged. “It looks great, though. You look hot,” he added a little too honestly. Well, can’t win
all of the time. At least he’d managed to reestablish his filter before adding the I personally want to
climb you like a tree right here in the practice room that was on the tip of his tongue. The have you
hold me up against these mirrors and absolutely ruin me that would have followed right behind it.
He’ll count that as a win, at least.

The look Mingi was leveling at him gave him a momentary flash of horror where he wasn’t
entirely sure he hadn’t just thought all of that out loud at him. His eyes were bright, intense, and
blazing directly at him. He didn’t even realize he had been holding his breath until Mingi breathed,
“You think I’m hot?” Hongjoong’s breathing restarted as he heaved a somewhat painful breath into
his lungs. At least that probably wouldn’t have been what Mingi focused on if his string of
consciousness had actually been verbalized. Suddenly, calling Mingi hot felt like the tamest thing
he could have said to him at that moment.

Hongjoong made a show of rolling his eyes, and he scoffed as he answered, “you know you’re hot,
Mingi-yah. You don’t need me to tell you that.” When Mingi licked his lips, seemingly searching
for a response, Hongjoong decided to try a different approach. He smirked slowly, peering up at
Mingi through his eyelashes. “Unless you like it when I say it,” he suggested.

There was no missing the way Mingi visibly gulped, his mouth snapping shut. Or the way a flush
was creeping its way up his neck, his ears red to match. Fascinating. Hongjoong’s mind was
running a mile a minute, calculating his next moves. What words could he use, what expressions
should he wear, what body language would lead to his ultimate goal of bouncing on Mingi’s cock
as soon as humanly possible. The possibility seemed closer than it ever had before.
Just as he started to formulate a plan, the door swung open and Wooyoung burst into the room.
“Did you guys see my phone in here anywhere? I looked everywhere else, it’s gotta be here,” he
said, somewhat frantically. When he spotted it on the floor by the mirrors and snatched it up, he
seemed to belatedly realize the tension in the room, and the way Hongjoong and Mingi probably
had matching looks that screamed caught doing something I shouldn’t be. He smirked and leaned
back against the mirror. “Well, don’t let my presence stop you from whatever was just happening
in here. Resume. You won’t even notice I’m here,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Hongjoong refused to give Wooyoung the scolding he was fishing for. He had a feeling he enjoyed
them a little more than he probably should. Unfortunately, the best way to deal with a misbehaving
Wooyoung was actually to pretend he wasn’t there, which meant playing right into what he had
asked. Frustrated, and with the mood effectively killed, Hongjoong returned his gaze to Mingi, who
was wearing some kind of deer-in-headlights look. “Ready to go, Mingi-yah?” he asked, choosing
to flat-out ignore Wooyoung. In response, Wooyoung loudly boo’d, giving them a thumbs down
for emphasis.

Mingi wordlessly nodded, moving to gather his things and head back to the dorm. When they were
ready to go, Hongjoong couldn’t help giving Wooyoung a subtle glare as they passed him on their
way to the door, but he regretted it immediately when it seemed to only serve to make him smile
wider. Little shit. Hongjoong couldn’t even voice it out loud, because it would probably only make
him cackle gleefully. When he didn’t get the rebuff he’d been hoping for, he sighed and said,
“Fine, you guys are no fun. See you back there, I guess. We were gonna run through ‘I Like You’ a
couple more times before we head out.”

Mingi seemed to come back to himself a bit, giving Wooyoung the attention Hongjoong had been
trying to deprive him of. He smiled warmly at him. “I bet you guys look adorable. I can’t wait to
see the end result with all of the others. The choreo really suits you guys,” he said fondly.

Wooyoung was briefly appeased by the praise before his mischievous expression came back in full
force. “Yeah, they really hit it out of the park with your unit, too. You two are great at the hard-
hitting high energy stuff. Plus, your chemistry is insane,” he added with a sly smile.

Mingi startled slightly, eyes wide. “Me and hyung?” he said, sounding slightly unsure, and
glancing down to Hongjoong. That blush was back, and it was kind of starting to drive Hongjoong
a little insane.

Wooyoung nodded firmly. “Oh fuck yeah. You two together is always so hot. Ask literally anyone.
You both always look ready to eat each other alive on stage,” he gushed, gesticulating with his
hands for emphasis as if this was a favorite topic of his. It might be, actually. Hongjoong was
pretty sure he’d heard Wooyoung’s excited exclamation over his own internal panic when their
unit stage was announced. Hongjoong wasn’t really ready to examine Wooyoung’s over-involved
interest in the topic, but he did feel a little validated that he wasn’t imagining or exaggerating that
constant tension between them.

For some reason, Mingi seemed wildly flustered by Wooyoung’s words. “Oh, um. Thanks?” he
muttered, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. “It’s…really fun to play off of hyung like that on
stage. It just comes naturally to us, I think,” he said, building a bit of momentum as the sentence
continued, until he barreled on with a desperately sincere, “I just really like getting hyung riled up.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he snapped it shut and turned his panicked eyes to
Hongjoong as Wooyoung straight-up cackled in response.

“This is the best day of my life,” Wooyoung said delightedly, putting a hand on both of their
shoulders. “I gotta go tell the others it’s finally happening. See you guys later, and thank you so
much for letting me be a part of this moment,” he finished with a level of sincerity that made
Hongjoong’s skin crawl, finally walking off.

At his wits end, Hongjoong wordlessly grabbed Mingi by the hand and pulled him through the
door. He marched him straight down to the car waiting to drive them back to the dorm, only letting
go when they went to get in. The ride back was short, but it felt like it stretched on endlessly.
Unable to stop himself, Hongjoong allowed a hand to rest on Mingi’s thigh. Mingi tensed slightly
in response before relaxing and spreading his legs slightly. Feeling emboldened, he squeezed the
muscle there, closing his eyes as he bit his lip to hold back a groan at how firm it felt beneath his
hand.

Hongjoong let himself indulge a little, allowing his hand to travel further toward Mingi’s inseam,
gently kneading as he went. He heard Mingi’s breath hitch as his hand moved slightly higher. They
shared a look, and Hongjoong was certain he could see his own intense desire reflected back at him
in Mingi. For the first time all night since they had stopped running through the dance, Mingi
looked confident about this thing between them. He didn’t look away even as he wrapped a
significantly larger hand around Hongjoong’s wandering one, firmly guiding Hongjoong’s until he
was pressing his hand onto Mingi’s half-hard cock. Hongjoong watched in wonder as his eyes
clenched shut and he let out a shaky breath.

He didn’t really want to think about what he would have done, had the car not pulled up outside
their dorm at that moment. Certainly nothing good for his reputation, or their poor driver’s
unsuspecting eyes. As soon as the car was put in park, the two wordlessly scrambled out of it like it
was on fire. They hustled all the way to their door, where it took Hongjoong a frustrated three
attempts to key in their entry pin.

He was fairly certain it was only Seonghwa and Jongho home at the moment, if the others were
still rehearsing for their unit stage. Regardless, when they stumbled in and were met with a startled
looking Seonghwa watching television on the couch as they kicked off their shoes, Hongjoong
announced, “Anyone who doesn’t want to hear me get railed by Mingi needs to be gone by like,
yesterday.” He heard Jongho’s scandalized yell from the kitchen over Mingi’s shocked choking
noises from behind him, so he doubled down. “I’m so serious, guys. Out, out. And make sure the
kids don’t come back anytime soon. I’m not even going to attempt to be quiet,” he urged a wide-
eyed Seonghwa, who could only nod blankly in response.

Without waiting to see if they would actually comply, Hongjoong grabbed a stunned Mingi by the
hand and dragged him down the hall to his room. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, it
was like Mingi had finally received the confirmation he’d needed that this was really happening.
He wrapped his unnecessarily massive frame around Hongjoong, bringing their faces less than an
inch apart to lowly murmur, “Can I really, hyung? You’d let me fuck you?” His lips brushed
lightly against Hongjoong’s face with each word, and it was too much for how turned on he was.
He felt a shiver run down his spine.

Hongjoong was indignant in his response, as he pulled back enough to stare Mingi dead in the eyes,
deadpanning out an almost offended, “Mingi-yah, you can do literally anything you want to me.
Fuck me, kiss me, talk down to me, choke me on your cock, hit me, spit on me, I will take it all
and beg for more.” He was sure his eyes looked crazed as he said it, but he needed Mingi to
understand the depth of his depravity at that particular moment. It seemed to do the trick, anyway,
because Mingi crashed their mouths together before he’d even had a chance to catch his breath.

Fucking finally, he thought as he growled into the kiss. Mingi wound a hand into the hair at the
back of his head, holding on almost painfully tight from the get go. His other hand made its way
from his hip quickly around to his ass, unashamedly groping at it as he groaned into Hongjoong’s
mouth. He took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, licking desperately into Mingi. When Mingi
used his hold on Hongjoong’s ass to pull him in closer, he ended up with his legs pressed on either
side of one of Mingi’s, his straining cock pressed right up against one of his glorious thighs. A
high-pitched whine ripped its way out of him at the contact, which had Mingi smiling into the kiss
and pressing his thigh more firmly against him.

Hongjoong couldn’t resist biting down on Mingi’s fat lower lip and tugging as he continued to
grind on his thigh. The throaty groan that Mingi let out only spurred him on. When Hongjoong felt
Mingi using his hold on his ass to guide his rutting, effortlessly moving him with one hand, he
knew he needed to move them along unless he wanted to come in his pants embarrassingly fast.
Forcing himself to separate their mouths, Hongjoong tried to catch his breath before walking them
backward until Mingi’s legs hit his bed. He raised his eyebrows in question as he reached down to
gently tug at the waistband of Mingi’s sweats.

When he received no protest, he pulled them down slowly along with Mingi’s underwear as he
sank to the floor. He let himself stare unabashedly at Mingi’s cock for a moment, ridiculously
oversized much like the rest of him. He really did want to choke on it. He then flicked his gaze
back up to meet Mingi’s, which was trained unblinkingly on him. “Have a seat,” he suggested,
tugging at his hips in an attempt to hurry him up.

Mingi obeyed easily, settling on the edge of the bed and spreading his legs slightly to
accommodate Hongjoong. It was completely mindless when Hongjoong reverently breathed out a,
“good boy,” but it was impossible to miss the way Mingi’s cock twitched in response when it was
practically in his face. Unsurprising really, considering how Mingi usually responded to any praise,
but still fascinating to witness like this. Hongjoong carefully pulled his pants the rest of the way off
before settling between his legs.

He placed his hands just above Mingi’s knees, running them up and down the muscle there and
groaning appreciatively. As if all of his carefully crafted filters had disappeared at the door, he
blurted, “Holy shit, I’m in heaven. This is where I want to be literally all of the time. On my knees
between these gorgeous fucking thighs.” He emphasized his point by running his blunt nails down
both inner thighs, watching in awe as goosebumps chased behind his hands as Mingi’s breath
hitched.

Having just about reached his limit on any self-restraint at this point, he turned his head to bite
down on the softest part of Mingi’s inner thigh. Mingi let out a startled yell, much like the ones he
usually let out when Hongjoong gave into the urge to bite him. Only this one had a desperate edge
to it, hiccuping slightly at the end into a sound like a gasp. Oh, this was exactly the response he’d
been hoping for. He nosed along his thigh, brushing his lips higher before giving him another bite.
That time, the response was a whine, but Hongjoong looked back just in time to watch a bead of
precome leaking from him.

“Your thighs, Mingi-yah… they drive me insane. So big and strong,” he emphasized each adjective
with another squeeze of his hands. “Next time,” he continued breathlessly, “I wanna ride one until I
come. Wanna see how good they look when they’re painted by my release.” He dragged his tongue
up, tracing a path to the next spot where he would place a bite. Mingi shuddered and whined in
response, his thighs tensing temptingly each time.

His skin was salty from sweating through their practice together, but Hongjoong found it only
made him hungry for more. It was only made worse by how obscenely massive his cock looked
when Hongjoong wrapped his small hand around its base, which Mingi must’ve noticed too if his
pained moan was any indication. Without warning, he lapped at the precome where it had started
to drip down his cock, then trailing his tongue around the head. The surprised moan Mingi let out
made him desperate to swallow his cock, so he did just that.

One of Mingi’s hands found its way back into his hair, and his thigh flexed under Hongjoong’s
other hand. Hongjoong moaned appreciatively around Mingi’s cock in response, gripping his leg
tighter and relaxing his throat to take him in deeper. When his lips met his own fist, he swallowed,
which was enough to make MIngi groan and grind his hips up involuntarily. Hongjoong moaned
encouragingly, letting his mouth go slack around Mingi’s cock as he looked up at him expectantly.

Mingi, bless him, immediately understood what he’d wanted. His grip on Hongjoong’s hair
tightened as he held him in place, fucking up gently at first before getting a little more forceful
with it as Hongjoong’s eyes began to water. Hongjoong was loving it, enough that he released his
bruising grip on Mingi’s leg to palm himself over his sweatpants for that small sense of relief.
Mingi noticed immediately, groaning as his hips sped up. “Oh… Oh my god, hyung, Hongjoongie-
hyung,” he gasped out before abruptly pulling him off by his hair. “Come up here.”

Hongjoong didn’t need to be told twice, eagerly climbing up onto Mingi’s lap before being yanked
in for a wet and messy kiss. Mingi pushed his sweatpants down enough to expose his ass, bringing
both hands to grip him firmly by it. “Always wanted to touch you like this,” he panted into
Hongjoong’s mouth, “you have the most perfect ass.” When he brushed a dry finger over
Hongjoong’s hole, Hongjoong jumped up to get lube so abruptly that he almost fell and broke his
neck.

When he returned with the bottle in hand, Mingi stopped him before he could climb back onto his
lap to help him step out of his pants. Hongjoong quickly stripped his t-shirt off before straddling
Mingi once again, helping him do the same. This position had their cocks sliding together with
every movement. Hongjoong wasn’t small, by any means, but the way Mingi’s cock completely
dwarfed his made his mouth water.

He pressed the lube into Mingi’s hand, watching eagerly as he poured some over his fingers. He
was careful as he pressed his first finger into Hongjoong, watching his face closely for any
discomfort as he pumped one finger in and out. When he found none, his hesitance began to abate,
and his gaze transformed from one of caution to one of openly intrigued hunger. Mingi watched
Hongjoong intensely as he stretched him open on two and then three fingers. When he brushed his
fingers over Hongjoong’s prostate, Hongjoong cried out as his body tensed at the feeling. The way
Mingi’s eyes darkened and his mouth fell open at the sight as he thrust his fingers in faster against
that same spot was almost too much.

“Mingi-yah, Mingi, enough, I’m ready,” Hongjoong panted out, hands scrambling for purchase
against his shoulders. Mingi pressed a quick kiss to his lips to distract him as he withdrew his
fingers, which Hongjoong couldn’t resist chasing with another when their lips parted.

Mingi only drew back enough to speak, their foreheads pressed together. “How do you want it,
hyung?” he rasped out, voice dangerously low. Hongjoong pressed his eyes closed over the rush of
possibilities, but one thought did find its way to the forefront. He knew his expression likely
seemed predatory as he opened his eyes and let the smirk grow across his face.

“Do you think you can hold me up? Can you fuck hyung against the wall?” Mingi’s breath hitched,
and Hongjoong could barely contain his delight as Mingi’s cock jerked against his at the idea. He
reached behind himself to trail a hand over one of Mingi’s muscled thighs. “Wanna see what these
strong legs of yours can do,” he purred.

Mingi’s brow pinched together as he responded, “I think so, hyung. I wanna try,” he added eagerly.
He licked his lips. “Can we…” he shook his head before rushing out, “can we go bare? Just wanna
fill you up so bad.” He sounded desperate for it, accentuated by the firm grip he used to squeeze
and spread Hongjoong’s ass.

Hongjoong moaned in response. He leaned in, tracing Mingi’s lower lip with his tongue before
sucking it into his mouth and biting down on it lightly. When he released his lip, he brought his
mouth to Mingi’s ear to breathe out, “there is nothing I want more.” He took hold of the discarded
lube, coated his hand, and used it to slick up Ming’s cock. He quickly wiped the excess off on the
bed before adding, “go on, then. Fill me up.”

That was apparently all it took to get Mingi to snap into action. He brought his arms to wrap tightly
around Hongjoong’s hips to grip beneath his ass, and Hongjoong barely grabbed onto Mingi’s
shoulders in time to keep his balance as Mingi stood them up easily. In a few short strides, Mingi
had him pushed up against the wall by his bed. He gasped as his back made contact with the cold
surface, legs coming to lock tightly around Mingi’s waist. Mingi shifted his hold slightly so he
could reach down to line himself up.

They moaned in tandem as Mingi first pushed in, letting gravity and Hongjoong’s own weight help
to ease him all of the way in. When he bottomed out, he stayed panting and watching Hongjoong’s
face, waiting for him to adjust. Hongjoong felt as though all of the air had been punched from his
lungs, a dull ache already spreading across his lower back from the intensity of the stretch. He tried
to breathe through it, gasping in short and hard-earned breaths as his body began to adjust. He
loved this part.

Mingi looked almost pained while he waited, biting his lip as he gripped Hongjoong tighter with
both large hands. As soon as he could find his voice, Hongjoong breathed, “move, please, Mingi-
yah.” Mingi let out a noise like a whimper as he pulled out slightly and tentatively thrust back in.
When Hongjoong only whined and squeezed his legs tighter around him, Mingi began to build a
steady faster pace. Soon enough, Hongjoong was sliding up and down the wall with each powerful
thrust of Mingi’s hips, as they attempted a kiss that was mostly tongues and teeth and moaning into
each others’ mouths.

When Mingi adjusted his hold again, it angled Hongjoong’s hips up just enough that Mingi’s cock
was dragging against his prostate with each thrust. Hongjoong practically yelled out, arching his
back even further as he dug his nails into Mingi’s shoulders. “Ah,” he gasped, “So good, Mingi,
you feel so good. S-so big,” he trailed off on a whine, his eyes rolling back as Mingi only went
harder in response. Hongjoong could feel himself clenching tighter around Mingi, as Mingi
groaned into their next kiss.

Hongjoong’s eyes snapped back open when he felt his back suddenly pulled away from the wall,
shocked before he felt how solidly Mingi was still holding him as he walked them back toward the
bed. Until he wasn’t. Mingi pulled out of him, unceremoniously tossing him onto the bed before
crawling back over him before Hongjoong could even begin to protest. He pushed back into him
easily, pushing Hongjoong’s legs up and out to get the angle he wanted as he resumed his forceful
pace. “Couldn’t do this against the wall,” he explained breathlessly as he let one of his hands trace
up to one of Hongjoong’s pecs.

As he continued to pound into him, he began to trail his mouth down as well. He circled the nipple
on the side where his hand had come to rest with his tongue. At Hongjoong’s encouraging whine,
he brought his fingers down to rub over the wet nipple before abruptly turning to wrap his lips
around the other and tease it with his tongue. Hongjoong couldn’t stay still, nearly thrashing on the
bed as he brought a hand up to tangle in Mingi’s hair, desperately attempting to hold him in place.
When Hongjoong clenched around him once again, Mingi let out a growl as he bit down.

Hongjoong couldn’t stop himself from hoarsely screaming out as he came between their bodies.
 His grip on Mingi’s hair tightened, which ripped a deep groan from Mingi’s chest as he quickened
his pace. He used his grip on his hair to pull him back into a bruising kiss as Mingi chased his
release. Just as the overstimulation was on the verge of becoming painful, Mingi gasped into his
mouth as he came deep inside of him.

It took a long moment to catch their breath, especially since they couldn’t seem to stop kissing long
enough to allow it. When Mingi shifting had Hongjoong whining in uncomfortable
overstimulation, they reluctantly parted long enough for Mingi to pull out. They collapsed on their
backs next to each other on Hongjoong’s bed, turning just their heads to keep their gazes
connected. After a moment of eye contact, a giddy giggle came bubbling from Mingi. Hongjoong
couldn’t help but smile warmly in response. “What?” he asked, as Mingi tried and failed to stop
from grinning.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since before debut,” he whispered excitedly, like they were sharing
secrets.

Hongjoong chuckled in response. “Pervert,” he grumbled, lightly elbowing Mingi in the side,
which only seemed to evoke more giggles. Mingi let out a fake-sounding scandalized gasp.

“I meant kissing you, hyung,” he said, sounding almost shy suddenly. “I mean… of course I
wanted to fuck you, too, but I didn’t really recognize that part until a bit later,” he mumbled,
averting his eyes. “Like, that was even after I realized I was already half in love with you,” he said,
sounding anxious but resolute in the confession.

Hongjoong rolled over so that he could see Mingi’s face closer. He had no doubt in Mingi’s words,
but he felt light as air hearing them. He wanted Mingi to see how elated he was when he responded,
“Yah, Mingi. Don’t sound so shy about it after all that.” He caressed the side of his face, guiding
Mingi back to look at him. When he saw how nervous Mingi still looked despite the joy clear as
day on Hongjoong’s face, he laughed brightly. “For someone so brilliant, you sure can be pretty
damn oblivious sometimes,” he said. “I love you, you big idiot,” he breathed, sickeningly fond.

Mingi’s responding smile was blinding. “I love you too, hyung,” he responded quietly before his
smile turned teasing. “And just think, now we can get through our performance together without
enough sexual tension to drive all our friends to gossiping about it behind our backs,” he said.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes as he reached for his phone to ensure none of the members had been
cursing them out for monopolizing the dorm. “First of all, if you think all of this is going to make
me look any less desperate to jump you on stage, you are sorely mistaken.” He frowned as he
opened their group chat, scanning the missed messages. “Secondly, Jongho apparently decided
‘rapline is finally fucking, go home at your own risk’ was the best way to delicately ask the
members to stay out of the dorm, so there’s that.” His frown deepened slightly as he kept scanning
the messages. “Not a single surprised response from the lot of them.”

Mingi only cackled delightedly in response, and Hongjoong couldn’t stop himself from shutting
him up with a kiss.

End Notes

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