#1 | a little tangled | 19112019 -

Bated breathes filled the room, among other noises that made up their spontaneous love making session. Skin on skin, the rustle of sheets and slight creaking of the bed frame helped make up the orchestra that played the melody of their ministrations. Pinned on his back, the older between his thighs, Wooyoung knew it was entirely his doing that the two of them were in this position, their once neatly made bed now a mess of strewn pillows and most of the blankets had bunched at the end of the bed; their under sheet all that remained as a cover, if it could even be called that.
Limbs were tangled among the cotton material, Mingyu's breathes airy and light as he snapped his hips firmly into the younger's eager frame beneath him, his boyfriend a dishevelled mess against the pale fitted sheet. The bliss of their was reaching its peak, Wooyoung's cries and moans getting more and more wanton, the pitch creeping up in octave and it wasn't long before Mingyu's name started to falls from the younger's plush lips, feeling as his kept growing closer, almost at his peak before startling as the older rolled to tug Wooyoung atop. He couldn't help but flounder a little, the sheets that already tangled the two together somehow growing even worse at the supposedly simple maneuver.
Their pace broken, Wooyoung tried to resettle his hips and knees, hands fumbling to try and tug the sheet loose from under the older's body, brown eyes blinking and narrowing in on Mingyu when the older started to chuckle with amusement. It wasn't much of a punishment, and even then Wooyoung was more sure it was more pleasing, but still the younger purposely clenched his walls around Mingyu's buried length, eliciting a moan from the older; husky and light, the sound going straight to Wooyoung's own leaking standing proud unaided betwen their bodies.
"You think this is funny!? I was about to , you ." The remark only brought more laughter from the older, Wooyoung's cheeks breaking into a scarlet hue as he blushed, meeting the darker gaze of his boyfriend.
"I know," came the reply, Wooyoung close throwing another insult at him before falling silent under the press of lips as Mingyu sat up, drawing the younger closer and caressing his sides gently, neatly lifting his hips up enough to pull the offending sheet out from underneath before shifting them both so that Mingyu could lean among the pillows with the younger sat a top him.
"Now try babe."
"You're still an ." Wooyoung muttered, sliding hands along the toned form of his boyfriend before resettling in their position and beginning to build up a pace for bouncing on his lover; entirely aware that Mingyu was making him start all over again to make him work for his .
Knew, and loved it.

#2 | chocolate chips and flour | 20112019 -

Wooyoung had wanted it to be a surprise; had planned it all out in his mind how the day would go, but he didn't plan on taking a nap that had set him back a few hours and now instead of already having perfectly baked cookies on a plate cooling down before Mingyu got home, the young idol had all the ingredients strewn out on the countertop and a mixing bowl before him. He also had a boyfriend at his back, arms wrapped around him with his hands getting dangerously lower with every passing moment that Wooyoung was trying to mix up the dough. Delicate fingertips played with the waistband of his sweat pants, Wooyoung trying his best not to squirm while the older slipped those sinful fingers lower and lower, grazing the patch of hair growing before going even lower to tease over his .
"You're hard already," the older pressed his lips behind Wooyoung's ear, the younger feeling the soft brush of lips on his skin that brought a shiver down his spine, Mingyu using that bedroom voice Wooyoung both loved and hated with a passion. "Why are you so hard?"
Wooyoung couldn't help but choke out a little laugh in disbelief, his hips rocking against the fingers that wrap around his length, the insult that was about to be slung nothing more than a moan as Mingyu purposely , the younger taking a moment to try and compose himself enough to remember words. "Gee, I wonder why? Couldn't at all be because of the man pressed against me with his obvious against my and a hand down my pants."
The older merely hummed out, as if innocent in this while calmly stroking Wooyoung's shaft, the pad of his thumb caressing over the leaking crown to smear the building precum all over while his own hips moved to grind against the younger's covered rear.
"Mingyu-" Wooyoung whined out, the hand around him giving a squeeze that silenced anymore words, the older of the two guiding Wooyoung closer to the counter, the baking entirely forgotten while the younger found himself bent over the floury counter, the scent of sugar and chocolate chips filling his nose as the older chose to fill him.
"Do you think you could make muffins soon?" Mingyu asked later, after they had finished their little session in the kitchen, both of them curled up on the couch while they ate the cookies that came out rather well despite the delay, Wooyoung blinking a little as he glanced at his boyfriend, reaching up to brush a few stray crumbs off the soft lips before kissing Mingyu lightly.
"Only if you help me."
"You know I will."

#3 | study period | 30112019 -

"This is boring," Wooyoung whined, his boyfriend lifting his gaze from the book on the table to bring eyes on the younger, noting how his eyes were bright but clearly bored, Wooyoung's cheeks looking more chubby while he had his hands cupping them. Mingyu sighed quietly, turning the page on his book to look over the content revealed, rather purposely ignoring Wooyoung who grew more unsettled with every passing moment. "Min~gyu!"
Another sigh, Mingyu really trying to ignore the younger but when small hands covered the pages he finally turned his attention fully to Wooyoung. "This is why you're in the bottom of your class." Mingyu remarked quietly, the library quiet and empty but for the two of them and a member of staff manning the reception desk. "You asked me for help to cram, but you won't focus on the segments I gave you to practice. What do you want?" He almost regretted asking the moment the words fell from his lips, watching the way his boyfriend's face coyly lit up. The older jolted a little, knee hitting the underside of the desk when a hand squeezed his thigh suddenly, Mingyu hissing out quietly and glaring at Wooyoung who only smiled more. "Wooyoung!"
"I want this." Wooyoung merely remarked, his hand inching up to palm over the young man who squirmed about. The younger took great pleasure in watching Mingyu looking around, watching how the older seemed to assess things swiftly before feeling a hand on his wrist as Wooyoung was dragged out of his seat and around to a series of book shelves that seemed rather secluded. "Hyung," the younger couldn't help but breath out as he found his pants being yanked down, Mingyu pressing against him and giving a small grind. "Mingyu, please?"
"Please, what?" Mingyu asked, his awakened free of his pants and a coming out the pocket, the older tearing into the packet and rolling it on, the well lubed latex brushing against Wooyoung's waiting entrance. When Wooyoung didn't answer, Mingyu pulled back for a moment, a small smirk on his lips when the younger protested it. "What do you want, baby boy?" He tired again, seeing the way Wooyoung swallowed visibly at the endearing name, the older knowing how it affected the boy.
" me, daddy."
Wooyoung cried out when his boyfriend pushed into him without warning or stretching, Mingyu having to wrap his pianist fingers over the younger's mouth to stifle anymore loud noises, not wanting them to be caught but the idea of it spurring him a little as his hips slowly began to into Wooyoung's tight body. It was hard to make the younger stay quiet, especially with Mingyu purposely ing against his prostate, fingers of his free hand easing to come clasp around the younger's throat periodically which made Wooyoung's head swim with endless euphoria. Their pace building, Mingyu  knowing how to work his younger lover after nearly a year with him, Wooyoung sounding a choked sob when he spilled against the brick walls before him, his thighs a trembling mess that made him want to collapse as the older kept seeking a released. It wasn't much longer before Mingyu filled the with his release, the older panting out quietly as he ground his high out gently, remaining inside the younger for a few minutes longer before drawing out and helping to clean up best they could; Wooyoung's jacket acting as a mop and Mingyu didn't hesitate to cram it into the school bag the moment he could, pushing Wooyoung's work back toward him as they sat down.
"Now, finish this and we can go home for round two."

#4 | corrective lenses | 16012020 -

"You wear glasses!?" Wooyoung had to stare a little at his boyfriend, blinking slowly from the other side of his corrective lenses before slowly dipping his head into a nod as answer. "Since when?"
"Since always," the younger responded, rubbing at his slightly swollen face with a little groan. Why had they eaten ramen so late? He knew it was going to haunt him but still, the moment Mingyu had said he wanted to eat, Wooyoung had just gone ahead and said yes.
"I've never seen you wear them before."
"Well, yeah. Because you've never stayed the night before. And you always give me enough time before we go out to put contacts in my eyes,"
Wooyoung explained calmly, rolling onto his side to look at the older male calmly. "When I brushed my teeth last night, I took them out so I could sleep." It was a little bemusing, to see how the older reacted to such a simple discovery.
"But what about when we had , were you blind? How many fingers am I holding up? Wait, you have your glasses on, take them off then tell me how many." The younger was patient as he pushed his boyfriend's hand down, stifling a laugh that threatened before gazing at the older playfully.
"Oh? Was I blind, in a completely dark room where I couldn't see a hand before my face even if I tried? Oh, no I had no problem seeing without the contacts in." He couldn't stop himself from snorting out, propping up on one elbow and reaching out to brush fingers along the older's cheek. "It's not that big a deal. I wear glasses on my lazy days, and when I pop by the grocer to get some chocolate. Otherwise I tend to wear my contacts more. The motion of pushing my glasses up is so annoying. I prefer contacts." Wooyoung was a little surprised by his boyfriend rolling to come lay atop him, soft brown eyes mirroring his own as Mingyu looked down at him, still looking at the corrective lenses the younger sported. "What?"
"You look really cute."
"You're being gross-"
"And you love it." Well, he wasn't wrong, Wooyoung catching the playful glint in the older's eye, parting his lips to ask what was on his mind this time. "Let me you while you wear them?"
"Mingyu!"

#5 | lay your hands on me | 03052021 -

Wooyoung wasn't sure at which point of the night they had agreed to this, but he wasn't against it either. There was something so nice about having the older's hands roaming under his shirt. The darkness of drawn curtains made it easy to hide the flush of his skin, worry striking him everytime Mingyu's face got close to his own just in case the younger radiated warmth. Goosebumps were forming on his skin, Wooyoung biting down a little on his bottom lip to keep from making a sound as delicate fingertips trailed along his spine, almost flinching when the quiet silence was broken by Mingyu's husky voice.
“Can you take your shirt off?”
The question definitely made Wooyoung's skin much hotter, the younger's nose gently bumping Mingyu's cheek as he went to sit up carefully. Instead of answering Mingyu's question, Wooyoung simply eased the fabric off compliantly before easing back down onto his side facing the older, hearing as the other male hummed out in appreciation at the exposed flesh now available to his touch. “Perfect,” he murmured gently, palms skimming over soft skin more confidently.
“You won't take yours off?” Wooyoung couldn't help but ask when the older didn't seem to do the same, the warm chuckle filling the air eliciting a smile to the younger's lips. He could make out the silhouette of Mingyu shifting, toned arms stretching to tug off the fabric and letting it drop carelessly to the floor.
“Is that better?”
“Much,” the younger promised, at first a little shy and hesitant but having Mingyu's hands against his skin made Wooyoung want to do the same. He started small, light and careful; allowing the pads of his fingertips skim along the older's bare collarbone, moving along to the shoulder and bicep before working down the long limb to Mingyu's elbow where he stopped and shifted to instead have his hands against the older's hip and tracing patterns on his skin.
“That almost tickles,” Mingyu broke the silence again after a few minutes of Wooyoung exploring, the younger about to murmur an apology but Mingyu continued to speak. “A little more pressure. So it takes away the tickling sensation.” Wooyoung did that, the older moving his legs after a moment to come tangle with the other male's own, both dancers now relativly close and skin to skin.
“Mingyu hyung?” It came out barely a whisper, Wooyoung growing shy as can be being so close to the other man. When the other didn't reply, Wooyoung parted his lips to speak again but in that instant before his brims could part too much, Mingyu's lips had brushed against them in a soft, sweet kiss.
Despite it being dark Wooyoung blinked a little astonished, not quite sure just what to say. It wasn't the first kiss they shared, and he doubted it would be the last. But it had been a long while, and there was that spark at the plush feeling, Wooyoung letting out the pent up breath he hadn't realised was caught before smiling fondly.
“Can I have another, please?” The younger whispered, hearing once more that warm chuckle as Mingyu came back in to give an other, and another, and another after that, leaving Wooyoung feeling giddy with delight and contentment; laying tangled in bed with the man of his dreams, hands on one another caressing lovingly.

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