Dulce Periculum

22. What Guiding really is

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.