TOAO | MW [✔]

Twelve.

Mingyu opened his eyes and had to suppress a sigh as he glanced over to the clock on his bedside table. Only three hours and fifteen minutes tonight. He rubbed at his eyes, wanting to go back to sleep but knowing he wasn't going to. He lay in the darkness, listening to Wonwoo's soft dream sounds and quiet breaths as his body rested against him in deep sleep. He was glad that at least Wonwoo's rest wasn't interrupted. He just enjoyed it for a while before he finally shifted just a little, using one hand to hold Wonwoo's head up so he could slide out from under him and lay his head on the pillow.

Wonwoo woke to the feeling of being moved and couldn't help the little gasp that escaped as he startled into consciousness, not expecting the sensation of a hand on his face or the movement of the body underneath him. He went stiff until he could smell the scent of summer rain and he realized it was Mingyu getting out of bed. He was a little groggy as he sat up and rubbed his face.

"What time is it?" Wonwoo asked quietly to the body next to him on the bed.

"It's almost 2:30. Sorry I woke you up." Mingyu brushed a hand over the side of Wonwoo's face in apology and Wonwoo turned into the soft petting like always with a sleepy purr.

"Are you getting out of bed?"

"Yeah. I was gonna go run for a while, I don't think I can go back to sleep."

Wonwoo felt bad for his alpha. He knew it was hard for him to get deep sleep. The only time he'd managed to sleep a full night was when he'd been completely exhausted from sex. Wonwoo felt an idea form in his head and a little ball of arousal tighten in his gut. He reached out and found Mingyu's face, brushing his fingers over the now-familiar features, smiling when he found the tiny scar through his eyebrow.

"Can I try something?" Wonwoo asked quietly, still tracing over Mingyu with his hands.

"Try what?"

"Something to get you back to sleep. Just trust me...please? Let me try, and if it doesn't work you can go run. I just want you to get a good night of sleep."

Wonwoo was asking Mingyu to trust him, so he would.

"Okay. What do you need me to do?" Mingyu asked.

"Just lay down."

Mingyu did as he was told and laid back on the bed. He thought maybe Wonwoo was going to sing to him, which would actually be nice. His voice was pretty, but he didn't think it would get him to sleep. However, that thought was interrupted by Wonwoo rolling up onto his knees and crawling over his legs, little hands running up his thighs to find the waistband of his boxers. Oh. Sex. His idea was sex. He lifted his hips and Wonwoo pulled the boxers down to about midthigh. His cock was already half hard just from the idea of being touched by Wonwoo, and he moaned when one of his soft, exploring hands wrapped around his base gently. He closed his eyes and let his head lay back on the pillow to enjoy the feeling of Wonwoo's soft hand on him. Knowing it was Wonwoo's hand made him pulse and he felt a little pearl of precum gather and slide down the tip as the grip around him moved with a soft, slow stroke.

"Uhn...That's good, Baby. Mmm...Your hands are so soft, I- Oh...fuck."

So focused on the feeling of Wonwoo's hand, he didn't register Wonwoo moving until a hot, wet, mouth surrounded his tip. Mingyu's whole body was in indecision as to whether he was going to cum or not. His abdominal muscles and thigh muscles were clenched up tight trying to stave off the impending orgasm. He looked down his body and though it was dark, he could see a slight image illuminated in the red light of his alarm clock...Wonwoo, with eyes closed, mouth stretched around his tip.

Wonwoo was addicted from the first sound Mingyu had made when he touched him, his quiet moan, and when Wonwoo took the tip of him into his mouth, he made a noise that had Wonwoo's own stomach clenching as slick slid between his legs and down his thighs. The taste in his mouth was salty but it also tasted a bit like Mingyu's scent in a weird way, or maybe it was just the intensity of his scent in this area that made it so strong it was almost a flavor. Either way, it was perfect. His alpha was big and he had to stretch his mouth wide to accommodate his girth. He liked the feeling, the slight ache in his jaw as he slid his tongue around the tip, gathering more of the salty precum.