“What the fuck is wrong with you?”, he was yelling at him, pressing his shoulders against the door of the room they would stay in tonight. Not even able to look at the furniture, no idea how it was looking inside - all he could look at was Yunho’s dark eyes piercing him down. Letting their wine glasses at the event, not saying goodbye but dragging Yunho away from it by the wrist. Feeling how the latter was pushing him forward all of a sudden and switching places with him. Mingi being the one pressed against the cold wooden door now, both of his hands against his shoulders, even the moment he was trying to escape it. Mingi could feel the hotness of the alcohol in his cheeks, the way his legs where giving in for a second and he hated how fast his anger was vanishing away. He was more confused and annoyed, not knowing how to analyze his behavior all of a sudden.
“What? Don’t say you didn’t like it, princess”, Yunho was mocking him, his thumb pressing slightly against the bite mark on his neck. Mingi feeling sweet pain rushing though him again and the memory of him letting his teeth sink into him was still haunting him. The way this bastard marked him in front of another guy watching them…
“This guy is allowed to touch you in front of everyone but I am not? Do you really want everyone to find out the truth?”, Yunho was whispering angry, he seemed as dizzy and confused as Mingi, his words didn’t make sense, in so much contrast to everything that was happening between them.
“Why-”, Mingi was getting shakinly over his lips, “-do you even fucking care?”, feeling how Yunho was angrily placing a knee between his legs, making him hiss under the sudden touch - just pressing it in between as if it was another way to show him, that he wouldn’t allow him to move away from him. One of his hands slamming against the door beside his face but Mingi was not flinching because of it. Straighly looking into his eyes.
“ You made a fucking fool out of me in front of everyone ”, he was hissing, and Mingi could feel how his heartbeat was catching on, his body being so fucking confused and making him almost dizzy. He wanted to be angry, but the way Yunho’s knee was pressing against his crotch all of a sudden was making his skin heat up. Fighting against the urge to move, feeling how his knees were getting weak and he was sinking unto his thigh enough for Yunho to notice. Mingi letting his head fall against the door behind him as he could feel the inner struggle in him. He was too drunk too fight…
“You are so fucking annoying - God I can’t fucking stand you ”, he was hissing, his eyes closed as he was sharply let the air out of his lung. A evil, disbelieving smile on his lips as he was thinking about Yunho being in a situation where he was forced to do something. But Yunho was letting out a sharp laugh.
“Look at you”, Yunho was mocking him again, but Mingi could tell immediately that his voice was shaky as well, feeling how his thigh was slowly moving between his legs, giving him friction he wasn’t prepared for. Mingi was biting down his teeth so hard that it hurt, opening his eyes and looking at Yunho as if he wanted to kill him - but for some reason he didn’t push him back. Feeling how his lower stomach tensed under the way he was rubbing his dick slowly. Yunho squeezing his jaw hardly, while still looking at him.
“You say you hate me, but you get hard when I touch you”, he was whispering under a little laugh, Mingi letting his hands snap up to digg his fingernails into his shoulders. But Yunho was pushing his jaw up with his thumb, his face so close to his neck that he could feel the hot breath hitting his skin. He couldn’t control the moan coming out of his throat as he was biting down on the same place as earlier. Even harder now, as if it was still a fight between them. Sweet pain mixing itself with the feeling of being drunk and horny, his dick slowly growing hard against his thigh. Yunho moving hardly and slowly. He didn’t want Yunho to win, he couldn’t let this bastard win in the end…
“Fuck…”, it came over his lips”, “I fucking hate you”, but Mingi was moving and grinding against his leg now, without even realizing it, as if his body was trying to find some of the friction in order to at least get some realise. His brain all cloudy and drunk, feeling how every word and every touch was sending a shiver down his spine. He was so angry, he wanted to fucking kill him but for some reason it was just making him move even more. Yunho letting his hand run into his hair again, his eyes as angry as his own as he was pressing his lips unto his. Like a battle that they both fought with their bodies. The kiss was as wet, and sloppy as the first - Mingi feeling how he was licking into his mouth desperately.
“If you hate it so much I should stop and let you stand here”, Yunho was saying into his mouth, Mingi feeling how he was grabbing his tie and digging his fingers into it.
“Don’t-”, he was letting out in an angry but winey moan, feeling how Yunho was looking at him, Mingi grinding against his leg desperately. Not even able to hold back now, for some reason it was feeling too good, his whole body on fire.
“Fuck, look at you”, he was whispering again, but this time his voice was shaky and dark as well. Mingi letting go of his tie and placing his arms on his shoulders, feeling how his legs were getting shaky. His full hard cock pressing against the soft fabric of his pants, Yunho’s leg hot from the friction he was getting himself. And Yunho was letting him grind on his leg, his eyes watching him fo a moment and both of his hands holding his waist and pushing him down even more. Mingi could feel the way he was tensing his muscle, his lips parted and his brain nothing more than the need to release himself. He was falling forward, his hands digging into Yunho’s hair, his chest almost pressing against him and he could feel how he could grind his whole length against his leg this way. Fuck, he was so close already, what the fuck was he even doing here…
“You are so fucking needy, I can’t believe you”, Yunho was whispering, teeth biting his earlobe, two strong hands still following every movement Mingi made. And for a second he wasn’t able to hold back anymore, moans rolling over his lips - hearing himself sounding whiny and desperate. His eyes closed as he was falling back to the door again, too lazy and drunk to keep grinding against him. His brain begging him to do more, but his body wasn’t reacting anymore.
“ p-please… ”, it was coming out of him, but it sounded so far away. And there was something that drove Yunho completely insane the moment Mingi was switching into this shy, blushed thing, even begging for more all of a sudden. It was the same in the photobooth, the way he was only hesitantly letting himself on his lap, the way he was fucking his leg like a dog now, as if he was so desperate to come… no idea what they were doing here, no idea when exactly had been the moment of is brain snapping. But he won. He needed to push him even further, the feeling of power rushing through him making him hard himself.
Letting his leg down, feeling how hot it was from Mingi’s movement and with shaky fingers he was opening the buttons of his pants. Mingi’s clouded and still angry eyes meeting his, as he was letting his hand slide down past his pants and boxers, feeling the shameful amount of precum he was getting everywhere while rubbing against him. The wet fabric on the back of his hand, but he didn’t care. Letting his hand wrap around his rock hard cock.
“Who is a princess now, he? More like a little slut…”, he was whispering against his lips, seeing how Mingi was already parting them, his whole face tensed, as Yunho was stroking him slowly in his pants. Not much room to move this way, but he could feel how sensitive and hard he was, it wouldn't take much for him to come. Fingernails digging into his back now, Yunho letting his forehead rest of his as he was watching Mingi’s face. He wasn’t even jerking him off probably, he was just touching and stroking his cock as he could feel how Mingi was pushing his hips upwards, to fuck into his hand.
“f-fuck, gonna c-”, he was stuttering, for some reason he still tried to look angry, his brows deep into his face as he was letting his orgasm rushing over him and letting out a long and dark moan out of his throat. Sweaty strains of his hair in his face, his dark liner being all messy and Yunho could feel how he was literally coming in his pants. Cum all over his hands, on his underwear, it was hot and sticky and fucking nasty. His drunk brain needing to smile about it as he was looking at Mingi being all fucked out. Letting his hand out of his pants and smirking as he was licking a little remain of cum from his finger, letting Mingi watch him…
“I won, princess”.
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
Hayran Kurgu"I was talking to Yunho's dad the whole day and we came up with a plan to help us both out. It will set the tone for the upcoming work in the company and also the new image for the new launching app-", "And? Do we have to do some ugly paperwork nobo...
