"Mingyu, youre not meant to be in here? We cant see each other in the 24 hours before the wedding?" Wonwoo asked as his soon-to-be-husband snuck into his dressing room.
"Wonwoo if you think i could keep away from you for the next however many the fuck hours its going to have to be." He said as he pulled wonwoo by his tie and crashed his lips against his man's pale neck.
"Mingyu! I cant have hickeys at my own wedding?"
"Wonwoo," Mingyu hissed, "Im showing everyone youre mine with so much more than just an 'i do'" The taller pushed wonwoo down into his chair and climbed onto his lap, still holding him by his tie and biting and kissing and sucking against wonwoo's neck.
"Mingyu, i need to get ready." Wonwoo said between gasps and groans and tight grips on mingyu's hair.
"i need," Mingyu grunted into wonwoo's neck, as he moved his hips down impatiently onto wonwoo, "you," he stopped to moan as wonwoo bucked up against him, "to fuck me to oblivion, Jeon Wonwoo."
Wonwoo growled a low moan and stood up from his chair so quickly to pin mingyu against the door that he didnt even have time to leave wonwoo's hips. Which he was grateful for, as wonwoo's bucking up against mingyu's growing bulge was becoming more frantic, and mingyu was moaning dramtically into wonwoo's mouth half from the pleasure and half because he knew it would just get wonwoo more worked up.
He knew he'd succeeded when he detached himself from wonwoo's lips to unbutton his shirt carefully. "mingyu you can rip this from my body and i will willingly get married fucking topless if it means i get to have my shirt taken off quicker." wonwoo begged, making dead eye contact with mingyu. A smirk spread across the taller boy's face as he removed his hands from wonwoo's shirt buttons and began to leave his hot, desperate breaths down Wonwoo's torso as he pulled the buttons undone with his teeth. Watching him do this drove wonwoo's ever-growing need for friction crazy, as he was getting positively none.
Until Mingyu reached the button on the bottom of the shirt and kept moving downwards. He undid Wonwoo's tailored trousers and slowly slid them to the floor, before taking the waistband of his boxers between his teeth, slowly lining the rim with the very tip of his tongue.
"Its a shame really," Mingyu whispered against Wonwoo's v-line, "ive always wanted to be fucked by a man in a tux."
Wonwoo picked mingyu up and positioned him so his clothed ass was directly over the tightness in his boxers before thrusting his hips up against mingyu. He couldnt stop the bucking in his hips as he attacked mingyu's lips and neck and jaw and collar bone and chest and earlobes and every piece of skin he could reach. His teeth dug into mingyu's shoulder as Mingyu tried to hold back the hottest moan Wonwoo had ever heard. But wonwoo slowed his bucking to smooth and well timed rolls into mingyu and the moans did the very opposite. The taller boy was a groaning, heavy breathing, friction-craving mess. And the second he moved himself down to meet Wonwoo's movements, the dark haired groom looked him dead in the eyes and flatly said, "Get on that fucking table."
