Inspiration of my dreams | Mingi x everyone

Chapter 6

"It's been almost twenty hours," San uttered under his nose, getting into the living room that was connected with the hallway. "Has anyone seen Hongjoong today? Hwa said he didn't come back."
"He didn't come back. I talked with the manager." Yeosang whispered and looked at San. "I'm worried. The boss asked for me, not for him. What if he's dead?"
"I don't think so." Seonghwa said and looked at San. "Are you really worried?"
"Yes Seonghwa." San hissed and got his phone just to type something.
San: He's gone for hours, almost 20 hours. That's strange
Seonghwa: He's with Mingi who we both saw leaving the house a few days ago. Isn't that right?
San: It is, but still I'm worried.
"I don't know," Yunho mumbled. "Even though Mingi wasn't that bad recently, I'm still not really sure he's gonna be okay."
Seonghwa: Do you think he's gonna kill him? He looked like he didn't come here to fuck him.
"What if he's dead?" Yunho asked.
"What are we doing then?" Wooyoung asked too. "What if he kills us all because of that?"
"I don't know..."

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"Good morning," Mingi whispered, looking at Hongjoong's sleepy eyes. "Did you sleep well?" Mingi asked, but Hongjoong didn't want to talk. He tried to move, but whined because of the pain he was feeling. "I don't know what to do, but I want to make you feel better."
"Talk to me." Hongjoong whispered.
"To talk to you? What do you want me to talk to you about?" Mingi's voice was low and husky. He hated it, but he knew how much he had hurt him last night. His heart ached, and he hated that he had to be that bad with him. But he asked for Yeosang, he didn't want to hurt Hongjoong instead of Yeosang. But he had to.
"Tell me why... Why did you come to our house that night?" Hongjoong asked quietly.
"I can't tell you that." Mingi whispered and took a deep breath.
"Why? Why do you have to act like I don't mean anything to you?" Hongjoong asked, Mingi lay next to him and took the tube he used to cure Hongjoong's bruises with. He slowly placed his finger on one of them and Hongjoong's quiet moan made him look up questioning him.
"Does it hurt?"
Hongjoong nodded.
"I'm sorry!" Mingi whispered and started slowly and even more carefully to put lotion on the bruises.
"You're not talking to me."
"I can't bias any of you." Mingi finall explained and tried to take a breath. "I'm not allowed to."
"You came to my room just to sleep next to me."
"I did."
"Isn't that biasing me?" Hongjoong asked.
"I shouldn't have done that."
"Why then?"
Mingi got up and got away from the bed. Hongjoong felt weird. Just as if he was going to cme back, grab him and be violent with him. Mingi squeezed his hands in fists.
"Why did you come and do that?"
There was no answer.
"Mingi!" Hongjoong tried to get up, but his but was in so much pain he couldn't keep his mouth shut and whined. Mingi turned around quickly and looked at him worried.
"Lay down, and be careful!" He hissed, but Hongjoong continued getting up. His whines were getting louder. Mingi made two steps and got next to the bed, grabbing his shoulders and carefully making him lay down. "I will call a doctor," he whispered, taking his phone.
"I don't need a doctor. I need you. Just you, here, okay?"
"I have an hour and a half. I will spend it here with you, and then I will leave you. My men will be here if you need anything." Mingi said and lay next to him.
"I don't want you to go." Hongjoong whined and lay on his chest. Mingi slowly started caressing his head and smiled. Right now when Hongjoong didn't look at him, he loved that he could smile and be happy. Because he was happy when he was with him. And going into their house was most probably the best decision he had ever made.
"You like it when I take care of you, huh?" Mingi asked him and Hongjoong nodded. His hand was slowly placed on Mingi's stomach and he started caressing him.
"I don't want to stay alone."
"I have to go and I have to work, baby!"
This was the first time Mingi called him baby and Hongjoong was happy. He was the happiest he had ever been.
Mingi was happy too. He was even beyond happy. And his smile grew bigger than before when Hongjoong got up a bit and placed a kiss on Mingi's naked body.
"Do you like that?" He asked.
"Mhm," was the simple answer Mingi gave him before Hongjoong started placing kisses even more. One after another, he was marking Mingi's body, leaving a ticklish sensation, but the more he was kissing Mingi the harder Mingi wass. Hongjoong saw that even though Mingi even tried to hide it.
"I think you love it," he teased him and got up only so he could place a kisson the sensitive skin  right above Mingi's sweatpants. "Can I..." Hongjoong started, but then he reminded himself that Mingi wouldn't kill him if he did it. He got on top of his boss and right now, they were face to face, Hongjoon rubbing himself into his crotch. "What if I," he started and placed his hands on Mingi's chest, "remove them?"
There was a silence consent. Mingi didn't even show him, but Hongjoong knew he would love it. He slowly got up and undressed Mingi just the way he used to be undressed before. Now he had everything, Mingi, the opportunity to be with him and most importantly, now he had the lux to be with him the way he wanted to. Once Mingi was finally naked, Hongjoong got on top of him and smiled.
"May I?" he asked, slowly slipping his hand under his crotch and grabbed his member. Slowly, carefully and very very gentle, he started stroking. Mingi relaxed his body fully, his headleaning back and a moan escaped his lips. "I love that sound," Hongjoong said and continued his movements.
"You're just teasing me," he groaned, but didn't protest, didn't even stop Hongjoong. He continued and till the moment he was allowed to. Till the moment Mingi starts being violent, or want to make him stop. However, Mingi didn't do any of these for quite long time.
"I want to see you," he whispered and looked up at Hongjoong. "Please, Hongjoong," Mingi continued. Hongjoong's eyes were pinned on his.
"You see me," he told him, but Mingi shook his head.
"I want to see you while I'm inside you," he uttered and tried to relax, however Hongjoong's teasing moves were making him lose control slowly.
"You want me to..." Hongjoong didn't even continue, but there was a nod from Mingi, so he just got up and removed the boxers that were Mingi's.
All of his clothes were not useable anymore after Mingi cut them, so he had given him a pair of new boxers that he never even unpack. He got back there on top of Mingi and adjusted the tip of his member on his entrance.
"Like that?" he asked and slowly slid himself on Mingi.
The pain made Hongjoong close his eyes and try to resist it without whining. However, Mingi saw that in his face and he himself just shook his head.
"No," he stopped him, grabbing Hongjoong by the waist and putting him aside. "Not like that," Mingi said.
"Huh?"
Hongjoong was confused. And even though he didn't know what to say, or what to do, Mingi's actions were making him understand what was on his mind.
"I don't want you to be in pain," he said and got a tube of lube. He made sure to put enough on Hongjoong and then on himself. He lay back next to him and smirked. "Now get on top of me and do it."
These words made Hongjoong get up, do as he was told and now when he was on top of Mingi he again had full control over the situation. His eyes were pinned on Mingi's and this was the first time he had seen him that calm and relaxed.
"I love the way you look right now," Hongjoong whispered, his hand slowly caressing Mingi's cheeks. "I love the way you look any time, but right now... That's different," he explained and smiled.
"I love seeing you pleasuring yourself and using me as a sex toy, so don't stop." Mingi told him, his voice huskier than before. That made shivers go down Hongjoong's spine, but he continued. 
Hongjoong used his hands, his tongue and lips, giving Mingi the ultimate pleasure he had ever felt. And Mingi was melting, moaning and losing his mind, he was feeling beyond everything he had ever felt and at this moment deep down Mingi knew that he didn't want any of the others, he didn't even want to be in charge.