just pretend.

5.

Minho found himself lying on his bed, his mind spiraling with thoughts he knew he shouldn't entertain, all centered around Seungmin. The anticipation of what he desired to do to him scratched at his patience, a frustration that built until it became unbearable. He buried his face in his pillow, letting out a groan of exasperation, when suddenly the door clicked shut with a soft thud, startling him out of his thoughts. He flinched at the sound, his heart skipping a beat. “Missed me?”, Seungmin’s voice cut through the silence teasingly. Minho sat up quickly, his cheeks flushing red as he struggled to hide his embarrassment. His fingers fiddled restlessly with the hem of his sweater he had thrown on after his shower. “How was your session?”, he asked, desperate to push the conversation away from the direction his thoughts had been heading. But as soon as the question left his lips, he noticed the redness in Seungmin’s eyes, the faint traces of tears that hadn’t fully dried. His heart softened, and he instinctively moved over on the bed, creating space for Seungmin beside him. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Seungmin’s torso, pulling him close in a gesture of comfort. Seungmin rested his head on Minho’s shoulder, his breath warm against Minho’s neck. The touch was gentle, yet it sent electric shocks through his body. Seungmin’s fingers traced delicate patterns on Minho’s thigh, the bare skin exposed under the blanket. The sensation was maddening, a light touch that made it difficult for Minho to keep sitting still. He cursed himself internally for wearing just a hoodie and boxers, choices that now seemed almost deliberate in their vulnerability. Maybe he had wanted this all along. “I don’t really wanna talk about it”, Seungmin finally mumbled, his voice soft and laden with the weight of whatever had brought up bad feelings in his session. He mumbled the words against Minho’s neck, the closeness of his lips making Minho shiver. Minho didn’t press him further; he understood too well the desire to escape from the mess inside one’s head, the need to avoid digging up pain when it was too fresh to bear. But then Seungmin’s hand slipped beneath the blanket, his fingers brushing lightly over Minho’s crotch, and everything else in the room faded away. The touch was unexpected, a teasing caress that drew a low, desperate moan from Minho's lips before he could stop himself. The sound seemed to hang in the air between them, a confession of his desire. “I’d rather fuck it out”, Seungmin whispered into Minho’s ear, the words sending a shockwave through his system. Any tiny bit of self-control Minho had been clinging to dissolved in an instant. The tension that had been building, the thin thread of restraint, snapped entirely. Minho’s breath hitched, his hands tightening their grip on Seungmin’s torso as his mind surrendered to the intensity of the moment. He was done holding back, done pretending he could resist the pull between them. His thoughts blurred, overtaken by the raw need coursing through him. Self-respect, consequences; none of it mattered anymore. All he could focus on was Seungmin, the heat of his body against his, and the overwhelming urge to lose himself completely in the other one’s touch.

Seungmin pressed his lips against Minho’s neck, gently sucking and biting at the skin. He allowed him to lift his hoodie, revealing his tanned skin and a small scar on his stomach from a childhood surgery. Seungmin traced the scar with his fingertip before bending down to plant kisses across Minho’s stomach. Minho’s soft moans resonated through his chest, and all the thoughts he had tried to suppress came crashing over him. “Are you going to let me prep you?”, Seungmin hushed against the wet skin on his stomach, making him quiver under his touch. He nodded and blinked at him, unable to speak. Seungmin smirked and guided him onto his lap, making it impossible for Minho to remain still as his fingers gently brushed over the skin on his exposed thighs. “Are you clean?”, Seungmin asked, gently lowering Minho’s boxers. Minho nodded, caught off guard by the directness of the question. While he understood its importance, he hadn’t expected Seungmin's straightforwardness. “And you?” Seungmin grinned, running a finger up and down his rim teasingly. He pushed back impatiently, craving for more. “I am”, he said, slowly pushing his finger inside, making Minho choke out a low moan. He felt Seungmin’s finger pump in and out of his hole at a steady, slow pace. “Do you usually fuck around like this?”, Seungmin asked with a shit eating grin on his face and Minho rolled his eyes, facing the fact that Seungmin pushed his buttons more than he wanted to believe. “Do I look like it?”, he asked back, regretting the question as Seungmin pushed a second finger inside, making him moan uncontrollably. “Right now you do”, the younger one answered, satisfied, picking up the pace, brushing over the walls inside of his hole. “Shut up”, he whined, moving his hips to the rhythm of Seungmin’s thrusts. He never thought he would find himself in a situation like this, not with someone he met a day ago. But it felt good and he needed more.