Smut warning!

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Mingi's shirt was partly unbuttoned already when he slid his hands over Yunho's stained and holey old top that clung to his chest from twisting around on his bed. His touch felt cold against Yunho's overheated skin, calming the turmoil of heat in his veins.

He gasped out a stuttering breath when his mind cleared enough to gain awareness of their situation. Mingi seated on top of Yunho with his legs comfortably spread, framing him with thick thighs in tight jeans. In the dim light of San's desk lamp, his white hair glowed golden.

A blush crept into Yunho's ears. He had never been with a man before (or anyone else) but his body reacted to Mingi's weight with an inexperienced interest, accumulating the heat in his abdomen at worrying speeds.

When Yunho ducked behind his arm in shame, a throaty chuckle reached his ears.

"I could skip some things if you want to keep a first for your soulmate. By not kissing you, perhaps, or not letting you come inside me."

Mortified, Yunho wished the guiding wasn't so refreshing and healing in his foggy mind. In his fever haze, he could blame his depraved body for its reactions, but he was much too aware of Mingi and his many accessories twinkling on top of him.

"D-Don't-" He stuttered, twitching in his pants when Mingi leaned forward and ground their middles into each other. Yunho ended in a choked-up sound when painted fingernails rested on the mattress by his side, keeping Mingi's arched shape propped up so he could listen better.

"Don't what, puppy? You can't just pout at me and hope I know what you want." His coo was taunting, but somehow, it made Yunho harder than he had ever been. He squirmed against the heat, against Mingi's touch, seeking release, but it wasn't enough. The migraine throbbed behind his eyes, but he needed Mingi closer.

"Don't- Don't put it in," he brought out, gritting his teeth against the pain. Every breath Mingi took seemed to transfer straight into Yunho's body, edging him without release. Like a teenager with no sense for taste, he squirmed to come as quickly as possible.

After a beat of silence, Mingi chuckled back at him.

"Oh? You don't want your cherry popped? Ah, you might not even be gay, hm? Sorry about that."

Yunho wanted to die. This was too much for him. His body yearned to be as close to Mingi as he could, soak up his guiding and the pleasure he offered. Though Yunho was still embarrassed, the fever took his reasoning from him.

He peered under his elbow to find Mingi like a handsome devil on top of him. Licking his lip as his dark eyes took in Yunho's vulnerable state.

When he leaned forward, Yunho startled, caught staring. He didn't even dare look at him. If he didn't see, it was easier to pretend it never happened.

"W-What will you-" He squeaked out, but Mingi's hand already found his arm, pulling it off to press it into the sheets. Long fingers intertwined and flattened Yunho's trembling grip. A hot breath skimmed his lips.

"Kissing is fine, right?"

"Yes-" Yunho began, and he drowned in the press of Mingi's plush lips on his. Lightning struck him when a much stronger version of guiding sprung over through the touch. It rushed into his head like a fairy in an old cartoon, whirling through dusty corners to brush out all the pain and weariness. Yunho's eyes widened when the immediate effect made his head clearer than on regular days.

Suddenly, he became aware of Mingi's long lashes fanning over his cheeks. The tickle of white hair against his features.

This was Yunho's first kiss. His mind stuttered and reeled, buffering like an old computer when he tried to understand how soft Mingi's lips were and how good it felt when he dragged them over Yunho's. When they pulled back, something inside Yunho yelled in protest because it happened so fast and he had no time to relish it.

A hand pushed him back down when he surged after the bliss. Terrified fists barely had time to clutch his sheets.

"Open up, baby boy," Mingi chuckled at him and when Yunho just looked at him, bewildered, because he forgot everything about kissing he had ever heard or seen, the guide's eyes twinkled back at him, full of mischief.

A yelp escaped Yunho when a hand suddenly dipped between their bodies. It packed the straining bulge in his underwear, gripping tightly.

Yunho shuddered through the intense desire wracking him because someone else touched him. His hips bucked on instinct, so close to release, but Mingi's hold on him allowed no movement.

Before he could whine, his open lips were swallowed in another kiss. Mingi pushed his flailing limbs back down, pinning Yunho's larger frame until he dissolved. He figured out how to move his lips against Mingi's to copy him, gaining confidence, but the touch of Mingi's tongue had him crumble all over again. The muscle was wet and hot, so dexterous as it slipped between Yunho's lips to skim his teeth. Making Yunho tremble with an overwhelming bliss.

He sunk into some sort of trance, trapped under Mingi without the might to move even a muscle while the handsome guide knelt over him. Perhaps a temporary shock knocked him out and had him freeze because Mingi squeezed him harshly from below, making Yunho's stuttering body lurch back into motion. His sound drowned between their lips and his tongue accidentally brushed Mingi's, smoothing over it for perhaps the best feeling ever.

Yunho's orgasm struck him before he realised how close he had been. He dug his fingers into Mingi's shoulders, whining in a pitch much higher than he was used to from himself. The heat was intensified by Mingi's guiding, lasting longer, tingling down to the tips of Yunho's toes.

Unable to breathe, he yanked his head away from Mingi, panting into the stuffy air that reeked of his sickness and sweat. His mind was wiped blank of all thought and pain when his wetness spread over the fabric covering him, so unprompted and disgusting.

Mingi watched him with eyes that enjoyed his overwhelmed twitches. The corners of his lips curled with surprise and glee and fuck, Yunho wanted him to kiss him again. Mingi tasted so addictive, so hot.

Yunho must have lost his mind already.

When Mingi lifted his hand to peer at its wetness, Yunho was so out of it he couldn't even blush anymore.

"Good call; you definitely wouldn't have been able to survive penetration. Though it would be a first for me to kill someone with sex," Mingi snickered when he sat up, freeing the prison of Yunho's shirt from his heaving body. His pale, flushed skin came into view, softer and not as built as Mingi's lean frame, but his gaze was just as ravenous.

Ruffled, Yunho lay under him, trying to hide away behind his hands when Mingi leaned in once more, ready to devour him.

"M-Mingi-" He whimpered, too overwhelmed and scared by his own body that never gave out on him so fast.

But Mingi pushed his hands back down with firm conviction as he kissed Yunho's chest, dipping low to make eye-contact.

"A bit more. You've been pushing your limits."

Utterly in the palm of his hand, Yunho just stared with enormous eyes as such a gorgeous person wrapped his lips around a dark nipple, sucking on the sensitive skin.

Yunho yelped at the spark flying down his spine, straight into his dick. He just came, but the vision and Mingi's tongue caressing over his flesh easily had him ready to go again. The tingles almost felt scary they were so good.

If he made it through this alive, Yunho might have to jump off the building.

Mingi kissed down his fluttering stomach, taking a moment to enjoy the soft skin before his fingers hooked into Yunho's ruined underwear. Yunho's screech bounced off the walls when his straining cock came free, wet all over but hard and red and eager for more.

"Wait, wait, wait," he babbled, both in a haze and much too aware of what was going on. Of Mingi settling between his open legs. Of the deep view into his shirt, exposing his tattooed chest and the lean lines of his stomach.

Once more, Mingi chuckled at his flailing. So confident in where he wanted to be, he smoothed his hands over Yunho's pale thighs once the boxers came off. Though his rings were warm, their texture against his sensitive skin made Yunho shudder.

"Shh, I'm just using my mouth. Your loss on the rest, I would have been down. Just close your eyes and feel," Mingi assured him and Yunho tried his hardest to shut his damn mouth and let him do his job since he agreed already.

This was work. Work, work, work. No more than guiding to heal his sickness. Nothing more, nothing less-

Yunho's fingers flew up to his mouth so he could bite his knuckle when those pillowy lips kissed his tip directly. No fabric, no condom between them. Mingi tasted the salty musk of Yunho's cum and the cold metal of his multiple necklaces caressed over his heated length.

Usually, Yunho paid a lot of attention to not being too loud when he helped himself out, but he was too close to fainting when Mingi wrapped his long fingers around his base and kissed Yunho's swollen head. He should close his eyes, imagine a cute girl, so it would be easier to forget later, but he was as if hypnotised by Mingi's vision.

White hair fell over his brow when he opened his mouth. Yunho's heart hammered in his chest when he watched his tip pass the ring of his lips.

The tip of his tongue dipped into Yunho's slit, gathering up the pooling precum. Yunho lurched in the sheets, trying to twist away from the sensation that zapped through him. He squirmed, but Mingi's shoulders kept his legs open.

"H-Hot," Yunho yelped when the heat on him sunk deeper. He couldn't last, not even after just coming. A lazy tongue swirled around his throbbing flesh, a hot mouth engulfed him.

Yunho's hand rudely grabbed onto Mingi's hair and his body convulsed, curling up around the head in his lap. He trembled and quivered, losing drool on the sheets when he tried to fight the overwhelming pleasure wracking him. The scent of plum and saffron filled his nose, making everything around him Mingi.

His grip tightened, not holding out, too close to come at Mingi's first tentative suck. Every warning drowned in his strangled sounds and to an outsider, he probably sounded as if he was dying when he yanked on Mingi's head with all remaining strength.

With a wet squelch, Mingi pulled off of him, catching his breath. It was just on time when Yunho's sight whitened out once more and he shuddered through another orgasm. This one was even more sensitive, leaving him worn as if he fought in a battle against a hundred demons. He lay on his side, gasping and shuddering, when Mingi slipped out from under him and patted his butt.

Yunho was so far in the clouds he could barely hear him. He dimly registered Mingi wiping his chin and licking his fingers after. Spasms tingled through him, but he felt refreshed and defeated, jelly in the best way.

Mingi's shoulders blocked out the light when he leaned over the esper, checking on his condition. He found Yunho with tears and drool stuck to his face, face lax in bliss.

His chuckle was almost triumphant.

"Interesting. I can guide those of lower rank, but we seem to be very compatible. You taste good." To prove it, he leaned over Yunho's shoulder to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Yunho tasted himself in his mouth and his shame crashed into him like a wave.

"Oh, my god..."

Abruptly, he realised his naked state, shirt askew and thighs sticky with cum. He was ruffled and graceless and his boss sat by his side, handsome as ever.

He threw Yunho's blanket over him before he could curl up in insecurity and stood from the bed.

"Fever gone? Get some sleep, then you can pretend this was a bad dream. I'll order you some food," he said, nonchalant about what had just happened. When he whipped out his phone, Yunho's mind was empty, not providing him with anything helpful but how healthy he felt and how addictive Mingi's touch on him was.

Was he supposed to do him a favour as well? Even if it was just guiding, it was surely nice if Mingi also got off?

But when he turned around, Mingi already slipped into his jacket.

"Food is on the way. See you next time, puppy," he grinned with a wink as he picked up his helmet from the floor.

Before Yunho got a word out about his mind-blowing orgasm or at least a thanks, the door peeped when it clicked shut behind Mingi, leaving Yunho alone and frazzled in his room.