Smut warning

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Waking up next to Yunho in his spacious bed was pure and unaltered bliss. Mingi's lashes fluttered open first, still used to their usual schedule that woke him early every day. Initially, he was just about to roll around and reach for his clothes grumpily. As soon as he found himself trapped by a body by his side, however, last night's happenings caught up with Mingi and he rose his eyes to Yunho.

The prince was still asleep, although his brows had furrowed the barest bit at the shift in his arm. Smooth and lean, the expanse of his chest had become the most formidable of pillows for Mingi. He had rarely slept so well.

Mingi was shy to touch him, but his curious hands didn't stay at his side. A moment later, he smoothed his fingers over Yunho's side, brushing over the tattooed skin that was just as soft as the rest. Awed, Mingi trailed the geometric patterns with his fingers, exploring Yunho's ribs and the ridges of his abs. His fingers rose and sank with the pattern of Yunho's breathing.

As Mingi regarded the relaxed face of the crown prince, his heart warmed with happiness over getting to be at his side. Yunho had kissed him, had bestowed him with a present, and now they slept next to each other in the prince's bed with their tails loosely wrapped around each other over their stomachs.

Yunho's hair was messy with sleep and his lips had parted slightly under his soft exhales. As Mingi regarded him, he remembered what Yunho had said about San kissing him in the morning. A mischievous little idea bubbled in Mingi.

Carefully, so he wouldn't wake Yunho too soon, Mingi scooted closer. He stemmed his weight on one of his elbows next to Yunho's shoulder and leaned forward. Warmed and supple from sleep, Mingi's lips found Yunho's, kissing the prince carefully. While still timid about his skill in these matters, pride bloomed in Mingi's chest when Yunho sleepily kissed back, barely conscious enough to question it.

It was only after Yunho had thrown his arm over to wrap around Mingi's waist that he peeled his eyes open to scrutinise the person kissing him. When he recognised Mingi's curly horns, his lids slipped shut again as he dived into the sensation of their kiss.

And Mingi had to admit, there was nothing better than this. Nothing better than kissing the handsome crown prince in the early morning hours.

As if Mingi breathed his spirit for the day into him, Yunho perked up more with the passing minutes. Soon, he playfully nipped on Mingi's lips and when Mingi giggled surprisedly, Yunho rolled them over so Mingi was under him. After yet another sweet smooch, Yunho pushed himself up on his bulging arms to look down on Mingi, cosy and pliant beneath him.

"Beautiful," Yunho smiled before he leaned in again, lips melting into Mingi's to pull a dreamy sigh from him. Yunho's hand explored the servant's body, mapping out the curve of his chest into his narrow waist. On his way of leaving a tingling trail on Mingi's body, he brushed the piercing, too, making Mingi stretch, so it looked even prettier on his skin.

Their bodies fit each other like two pieces of a puzzle. Mingi barely took notice of how his legs parted so Yunho could slot his body between them. Their tails nuzzled against each other, playful, just like Yunho's tongue that slipped from his mouth to lick at the seam of Mingi's lips.

Hot excitement rushed through Mingi to pool at his belly when he opened his mouth, a sweet moan mingling with their tongues upon the first contact. When Yunho's hand wrapped around Mingi's thigh to adjust it on his hips, Mingi gasped at the first touch of their middles pressing against each other. Both of them had slept in pants out of politeness, but the thin fabric did nothing to mask their matching hardness.

Putty in Yunho's touch that felt so much better than Mingi's own ever could, Mingi whined around Yunho's tongue. Yunho was so patient, his grazes kind and unhurried to leave the room for Mingi to protest. Even when Mingi squirmed underneath him and dug his fingers into Yunho's hair to pull him closer, the prince remained an idol of chivalry.

At the first experimental roll of Yunho's hips into Mingi's, Mingi had to break out of their kiss to throw back his head. Yunho's weight on him was delicious, trapping him in a way that had Mingi's heart go crazy and his blood rushing south faster than he had ever experienced.

Mingi's heaves and broken moans elicited a low chuckle from Yunho, still laced with the roughness from sleep.

"Stop me if it gets too much," he asked before his head dipped down into the crook of Mingi's neck. Mingi held onto Yunho with all of his might as the world fell apart around them, shifting into a far distance that neither of them bothered about. The only thing that Mingi knew were Yunho's lips on his neck, sucking and scraping sharp fangs over his sensitive skin. That, and the drag of his heavy and full length against Mingi's, straining against his pants.

The closeness and expectations Yunho could have of Mingi would have intimidated him if it were not for Yunho. Mingi was untroubled with him.

Mingi ground back up into Yunho, his movements far shyer and slightly out of the rhythm that Yunho had set for them. Still, Yunho responded to it with a stifled groan in Mingi's ear. One of his hands travelled to Mingi's hips to guide his movements and Mingi whimpered as he felt himself leak a wet spot onto his pants. The god of a man that leaned above him didn't mind. His dark skin matched Mingi's wonderfully well and his little golden accents pressed against Mingi stayed a visual reminder in Mingi's mind.

"Yunho- I-" Mingi couldn't find his voice, just pulling Yunho even closer until the man dipped up from Mingi's collarbone to look at him. Bashful, Mingi stared back, his lidded eyes holding no less desire for the prince as he found in Yunho's eyes.

"What do you need?" Yunho slowed his hips to a lazy grind, allowing more space to think.

"More, please," Mingi squeaked out, shame flooding his senses once more. But Yunho merely smirked a smile worthy of a devil. His elbow still rested next to Mingi on the mattress, and he used his hand now to tangle gently in Mingi's hair. When his fingers brushed Mingi's horns sensually, Mingi whimpered into his hands, trying to hide his embarrassing noises.

Since he couldn't bear Yunho's watchful eyes on him, Mingi clenched his lids shut and handed himself over to pleasure. Yunho snickered at him, calling him adorable before he ducked in to kiss Mingi again.

When the hand that Yunho had rested on Mingi's hips wandered over his jutting hip bone and the pace between his open legs, Mingi instinctually attempted to snap his legs shut around Yunho's hips. They shook like leaves in the wind on each side of Yunho's tall body.

Over his pants, Yunho's fingers curled around the outline of Mingi's throbbing arousal, mapping out his shape. Sensitive since he had never been touched by anybody else before, Mingi ached into the touch, more sticky liquid smearing on his skin.

Mingi babbled, only an incoherent mixture of words coming out, when Yunho charmingly kissed his chin. The absurd contrast between his soft lips and the places he was touching had Mingi's mind spin.

"Do you like it when I touch you here?" Yunho's voice against his ear was pure sin, making Mingi nearly jerk away. The next moment, he shuddered again at the trail of Yunho's fingers over the curve of his horns.

Mingi could just nod. His fingers fluttered over Yunho's chest and back tirelessly, holding onto him for dear life as he massaged Mingi over his pants.

"What about here?" Without letting go of either sensitive spot he focused on, Yunho dipped his head to Mingi's chest. Watchful of his horns, he angled his face so they would only brush Mingi's shoulder as he descended his hot mouth to Mingi's nipple. His wet tongue left heated patches on Mingi's skin that hardened when Yunho blew over it. Whining wantonly, Mingi lost all sense of which part of his body to thrust into Yunho's direction first.

It ended up being his crotch. Yunho's nimble fingers thumbed on the band of Mingi's pants, asking for entry. Upon Mingi's blind grind into his palm, Yunho slipped it inside his pants. His teeth scraped Mingi's hardened nubs the last time before he turned his head to glance down between the two of them. His slender fingers freed Mingi from the confinements of his pants, instantly wrapping around him so Mingi wouldn't miss his touch.

"Even this part of you is so pretty. I should have guessed," Yunho praised Mingi as his thumb dipped into the mess he had made on his abdomen. Mingi hid behind his hands, shudders racing from his horns down his spine.

Delicately, Yunho's fingers wrapped around the slender part of Mingi's horns just below the curling tips. He didn't tighten his grip, just holding Mingi in place as he moved his hand, unperturbed by Mingi's stuttering hips. Wave after wave of pleasurable sensations crashed over Mingi, making him barely able to hold out even when his head urgently instructed him he had to form another sentence.

Mingi had never found a task to be so hard.

It took both of his trembling hands to reach out for Yunho's wrist to stop the man. Flexing muscles under dark tattoos halted as Yunho searched his eyes once more.

"Tell me," Yunho breathed with a sweet kiss to Mingi's lips. Once he pulled back, Mingi swallowed to clear his mouth of excess drool.

"Could you... Inside me, like you were with Yeosang." Mingi gesticulated with his powerless hands. Yunho's lips twitched into a smile.

"You'll need to be patient, then. I don't want to hurt you." He spread more kisses over Mingi's neck and chest. Distracting little things even when they soothed the shivers wracking Mingi's limbs.

"That's fine. I just want you like that, too."

Yunho reached to pull Mingi's pants fully off him and Mingi helped him kick them off. When Yunho wrapped his arms around Mingi's middle to sit up, Mingi effortlessly came to perch on his lap. His aching length rubbed against Yunho's abs and piercing.

"Still jealous of him while you're right here? I'll have you know I will make you feel so much better than him."

Pride swelled in Mingi's chest as he wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck again. Upon second thought, he curled his fingers around the man's horns and watched Yunho's eyes slip shut in bliss.

"Good," Mingi muttered. He kissed Yunho again, their tongues dancing as Mingi ground on Yunho. A brittle voice in the back of his mind was concerned about just how big of an outline he felt between his thighs, how bad this could go. But his heart trusted Yunho with all it had.

Tails interwoven so tightly they could only be told apart by their colour, Yunho soon reached for his nightstand. He tipped Mingi in his muscular arm as he went and Mingi giggled as he stuck onto him. With a huffed smile, Yunho set down a glass jar with a gooey mass inside next to them on the bed. Then, he rose his fingers to his mouth.

With big eyes, Mingi watched how the man dug his teeth into his claws, biting the sharp top part clean off. He did it to the three middle fingers of his right hand and none of them bled, just coming back down much more harmless than before.

"Don't want to scratch you," Yunho explained when he caught Mingi's curious eyes. His smile was soft as he unscrewed the jar and dipped his fingers in. Slick, the liquid inside stuck to them, needing no more explanation. Shy, Mingi ducked his head into Yunho's neck as much as his horns allowed when Yunho chuckled at him.

"Try to breathe, I'll go slow."

Eyes clenched shut, Mingi clung to him. The first touch of slick liquid to his entrance already had his skin tingle with the relaxing properties it held. Mingi was no stranger to touch himself there, and Yunho noticed it as well with a surprised hum at how gallantly his first fingers slipped inside. When it caused no discomfort, Mingi's initial fear that he might get hurt also melted away from him. Deliberately, Yunho pumped his finger in and out. Per his movements, Mingi ground his neglected erection against Yunho's body.

"Seems like you play with yourself sometimes, hm?" Desire filled Yunho's voice, the imagination having his throat go dry. Mingi shyly held on to him.

"I do. It feels good, and I figured it would help in situations like this." A moan disrupted him when Yunho added a second finger. Yunho said nothing, but he tipped his head to suck yet another mark into the skin of Mingi's neck, possessive in his evidence.

Mingi mapped out Yunho's shoulders with one hand while the other slipped down between them. With how he sat on Yunho, the prince couldn't possibly be comfortable. A low groan fell from Yunho's throat when Mingi pushed down his pants as far as he could and freed him.

Mingi had to gulp, momentarily distracted even when Yunho's long fingers spread him open and filled the heady air with slick noises.

As expected, Yunho was big. Just like Mingi's already sizeable length, Yunho's also dipped into a darker colour. It was nearly black, shining wetly with the glistening evidence of his desire for Mingi. Mingi's fingertips were just shy of touching when wrapped around him, and over two of his fists would be needed to cover the entirety of Yunho.

As if his size wasn't impressive enough, Mingi was delighted to find out that their shapes were different, too.

Mingi's lower horn followed the more popular shape among their race, with a pointed head and a knot nestled just below his base. He was quite proud of his ridges, since they were considered a peculiar source of pleasure.

Yunho, however, once more existed outside of expectations and averageness. His tip was flatter and thicker than the shaft. Only towards the base, he got thicker again, and the combination of veins and a statuesque strongness had Mingi gulp nervously.

And there, right under his tip that now brushed against Mingi's in a tantalising touch, sat two piercings. Golden studs buried under his skin pierced his frenulum and shone prettily on his dark skin.

Mingi startled out of his trance when Yunho dropped his head on his shoulder with a restricted chuckle. He hadn't even regarded Yunho's fingers slowing down, just resting inside of him in a combination of three by now. The tips gently massaged Mingi's velvety walls still, brushing enticingly close to his special spot, only to retreat again.

"Mingi please-" Laughter choked up Yunho as he giggled into Mingi's chest. "Please stop staring. I don't know whether to feel honoured or embarrassed." His fingers gave a smooth twist inside, as if to punish Mingi for spacing out and nearly drooling over his dick.

Mingi had to laugh, too, surprised by the sudden statement.

"I was just marvelling. While I do not know how to fit this, I definitely want to try. I nearly came from looking alone," Mingi reassured him. His fingers wrapped around Yunho's shaft, tugging experimentally until Yunho exhaled into his shoulder pleasedly. Their lengths brushing was a sight that Mingi wanted to ingrain as deep in his memory as possible. Heavy and full, they rested against each other to spread their dribbling wetness.

"Do you feel able to take it?" The barest hint of impatience swung in Yunho's restrained voice. It was the first time Mingi had ever heard it and he had to smile, endeared that it came out just now.

Mingi pressed a kiss against the corner of Yunho's mouth. When the prince turned his head, their tongues tangled before their lips met.

Another breathtaking kiss later, Mingi retreated to nod shyly.

"I want to try."

"Alright."

Yunho adjusted their positions on the bed without ever letting go of Mingi on his lap. Once he had spread out and his hooves pointed to the longer side of the bed, he pulled Mingi further up on his stomach, so he sat above the prince's pulsating arousal.

Yunho's hands smoothed over Mingi's chest, stomach and thighs as Mingi reached behind himself to take Yunho in his hand. Intimidated by the weight, he froze again. Only when Yunho reached out to help lube himself up they could continue.

Mingi's knees still shook beneath him. He barely trusted them to hold out, even when this position allowed him to figure out how deep he could take Yunho gradually. With one hand braced on the man's stomach, Mingi carefully aligned them with his other hand.

Yunho watched him, ever so worried about hurting Mingi. Only when Mingi pressed the head in and his head dropped with a whispered curse, Yunho also bit his lip.

The initial entry was the most overwhelming. The pressure left all at once as Yunho's tip slipped inside, guided by Mingi's willpower to loosen up for him and the lube. From then on, it was a sensual ride to sexual death. The deeper Mingi sunk and the more Yunho filled him out in all the right places, the wider Mingi's eyes blew. He didn't quite manage for Yunho to bottom out, but the moment he took him so deep he reached places Mingi had never even known he had before, his head flew back heatedly. Drool stuck to the corners of his mouth and his throat worked as he tried to swallow and normalise his breathing.

"Mingi," Yunho whispered adoringly. Desire and affection mixed to an irresistible combination in his voice. Shaking, Mingi lowered his quaking thighs to lie on Yunho, unable to sit back further. A sob stuck in his throat; he was that overwhelmed by Yunho: Yunho's dick stretching out his insides, and Yunho's piercings dragging on his vulnerable nerves.

"Can't-" Mingi heaved. His body had given out on him, too stunned with it all. Soothingly, Yunho caressed his hips. His fingers played with the place where Mingi's tailbone grew into his trembling tail that had wrapped around Yunho's forearm in a vice grip.

"Any pain?" A lingering kiss pressed to Mingi's forehead. Defeated, Mingi shook his head and threw his hair back when it heated him uneasily.

"You have to... I can't move."

Endeared by Mingi's loss of control, Yunho kissed his pout off his lips. Sticky, their skin glued to each other. Mingi wished they had opened a window, barely able to breathe through the heady scent of their bodies and sex.

"No problem."

Carefully, Yunho rolled them around until Mingi was once more caged between his arms. The faint tugs inside him alone had Mingi keen and arch his back. Yunho bit back a matching groan, rolling his hips only the barest bit since neither dared to move any more.

For a moment, they breathlessly looked at each other. Matching grins broke out on their faces at their situation. Yunho's fingers carded through Mingi's hair and along his horns. Mingi held onto his hips with a serene smile.

"You're gorgeous, Mingi," Yunho said with honesty coming from his heart. Meek, Mingi's lashes fluttered.

"You too, my prince."

They kissed again until Mingi melted under Yunho to become one with the soft sheets. Soon, his hips started their search for friction, any sort of touch. Yunho took it as his incentive to pull his tongue from Mingi's mouth and deliver the first thrust.

Mingi fell apart in the best of ways. His straining arousal leaked all over his stomach, staining his pretty pendant in his navel. Every carefully placed slam had Yunho's girth drag along his nerves, zapping bolts of pleasure through Mingi.

Yunho looked breathtaking. His tensed body above Mingi's was gorgeous to every nook and cranny. Mingi wanted to look at him, at the curve of his horns reflecting in the light with every drive into Mingi's pliant body. At his flexing muscles, that had his tattoos shift. At his eyes, that altered between swimming with pleasure and checking on Mingi's expression.

He couldn't. Not a single thought was left inside Mingi's brain as he took everything Yunho had to give him. One of his hands had tangled with Yunho's, holding onto each other as Mingi drooled into the pillows and tears gathered in his eyes from how good he felt.

Every drag out was delicious, and every shove back in rocked Mingi to the core. Yunho never went too deep, never tried to force the rest of his way into Mingi's inexperienced body.

And it was heaven and hell at the same time. Mingi fell apart until he had no control over his body anymore and was but a limp doll for Yunho to take apart. And at the same time, he burned up with euphoria, stumbling towards the cliff towards his orgasm faster than he ever had.

Yunho's hands found Mingi's cheek, trembling as he swiped his thumb over it. He wanted to talk, wanted to ask Mingi whether he was close. But he got no word out. His hips followed their own role as they drove against Mingi's, again and again, to fill him out in the best ways.

The last few movements nestled deep inside and shaped Mingi's walls to fit nobody but Yunho. Moaning into the sticky air, Mingi feverishly threw his head back. Pleasure crashed down on him and swept him away. Yunho pulled away from him faster than comfortable but too gone in their pleasure to slow down.

The moment his length hit Mingi's stomach to align with Mingi's angrily throbbing arousal, both of them came. Mingi untouched and Yunho following right up to add to the mess on Mingi's stomach. The force of his orgasm had Mingi trash violently, dully aware of something ripping beneath his head but never caring. Hot, their semen splattered over Mingi's chest to paint him in white streaks, evidence of their indulgence. Explosive as if his guts had ripped apart, his high drained every sense from Mingi until he forgot where up and down was.

Yunho was none the better, having to stem a hand on the bed so he wouldn't collapse as he jerked both of them through the aftershocks. His guttural groans resonated in Mingi's chest.

They took a few minutes to calm down and find back to each other.

Mingi whined through dry lips when his walls clenched around nothing, his orgasm leaving him spent. He felt as if he had lost all bones in his body at once.

Careful not to hurt either of them, Yunho collapsed on the mattress next to Mingi, just as exhausted. His fingers shook when he pulled the pliant servant closer, searching for a reaction in his glassy eyes.

"Are you still conscious?" Yunho whispered after a kiss to Mingi's nose.

Mingi couldn't even nod. And neither could he lift his numb hands to wrap around Yunho's waist. He could just blink lazily, his eyes heavy again despite them just waking up. Satisfaction warmed him to the core, his guts pleasantly messed up by the demon prince.

"It's fine. Rest," Yunho breathed into their kiss. His adoring smile was the last thing Mingi saw before he passed out.