my yellow | yungi

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Mingi has no idea where all this bedroom language is coming from. He really just wants to hear Yunho moan a little louder, see if his moans alone can make him come. Yunho seems to want it too; his leaking cock has betrayed him.

"We haven't really talked about who's gonna do what...so let's just take turns until we figure it out. Is that okay?" Mingi asks, caressing Yunho's cheek.

"Yeah, but next time I'm doing you, whether it fits or not." Yunho says with a tinge of uncertainty in his voice. Mingi just finds it so cute when he tries to act tough.

"Lie down," he instructs.

Yunho obediently follows, his eyes trailing mingi's every move as he slips off the bed to grab the stuff from his bag. The day before, mingi's brother gave him a lesson on everything he needed to know about having sex. It wasn't the most effective because he only had experience with females, but the knowledge will have to suffice. He also gave mingi the essentials: lube, condoms, and wipes.

"Wait, there's a towel hanging on my desk chair, put that underneath me." Yunho says, pointing at the beige towel.

Mingi grabs it and lays it on top of the bed. "Why? You think you're gonna make a mess?"

"No! More like you're gonna come all over the sheets." Yunho protests.

"Excuse me, puppy. I'm wearing a condom, you're not."

Yunho goes silent when he realises that mingi's right. He doesn't say anything, just takes the lube from mingi and lathers his fingers with the sticky substance.

Oh he's doing it himself? Hot, that's so hot. Everything he does is hot.

It takes Yunho a few tries, and with mingi's help, he manages to slip one finger inside. Right away, a staggered moan escapes from his lips.

"Does it hurt?" Mingi questions, he himself has never manually stretched that area. He's going to need to do so now that he's seen Yunho's size.

"A little, it feels weird." Yunho grimaces as he slips in a second finger. Mingi plants soft kisses to his inner thigh to soothe the pain. They put on more lube and a third finger goes in, that's when yunho starts to cry.

"Hey hey yunho, stop if it's hurting!" Mingi pulls Yunho's fingers out. "You yourself told me not to fight through the pain, why are you continuing if it hurts?"

Yunho wipes his tears and explains softly: "It hurts, but it feels good. Now hurry, before it hurts worse."

Mingi nods, putting on the condom as his brother taught him and applying shit tons of lube. It's so slippery that he struggles to get it in, but once it aligns in the right position, the tip disappears inside. Yunho's still tight, so mingi doesn't force it all the way, afraid it will burn too much.

But after a few minutes of just the tip slipping in and out, Yunho grows impatient. "Princess I can't wait anymore, just shove it in, I can take it."

"Yunho, it's going to hurt." Mingi insists.

Without warning, yunho sits up and pushes mingi backwards onto the bed. He straddles his lap, lines mingi's cock with his ass and sinks down all the way.

Mingi wants to stop him, but it feels way too good. Yunho is squeezing him, bouncing on his lap with his eyes closed, his hard cock flapping in rhythms. Mingi takes it in his fist and jerks it fast.

After a while, he notices Yunho moving slower, and they return to the previous position so that mingi can take the lead. He grips onto Yunho's waist and thrusts his hips with whatever strength he has left.