Fantasia
(a bonus MM scene from Onyx)
CX
“Damn straight he has a good ass,” JongB muttered.
I rolled over onto my stomach and watched him. He and I were being tortured. It was our turn to spend the night at the dorms and I couldn’t concentrate.
There was a pile of books beside my bed that I still needed to read. My to read list was growing instead of shrinking, but none of them caught my attention. I’d tried watching some television but after an hour of searching for something, I had given up.
In the past, when I had felt like this, I would have gone to either Hyunseo or Ryan—my fellow members in Bright Boys. Only Bright Boys had been disbanded and I was now in Onyx. The two were still trying to redebut and I hadn’t really spoken to either of them as I’d been on tour.
With a sigh, I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I probably could have called them; they both had phones now. But I hadn’t because it felt awkward. My second chance had me flung straight into a world tour and they had been sent back to being trainees.
As it was, it wasn’t really a thing I could talk to them about.
“Oh, come on. Why do they keep shipping me with Jiwon? Where on earth do they get that from?”
“What are you doing, hyung?” I asked. I hadn’t moved and he was upside down in my view. He had his phone out and was giving the small screen a disapproving look.
JongB looked up at me and gave me a melodramatic sigh. “I’m on Instagram.”
“Well, that’s dangerous.”
“Don’t worry, I’m using my fan account.”
I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Your what?”
“You know; the fan account. The one where you pretend to be an Onyx fan and you can stalk the internet with no one know it’s you.”
I shook my head.
JongB almost dropped his phone. “Are you honestly telling me that you don’t have a secret fan account?”
Again, I shook my head. “Haven’t you noticed I rarely use my official one? I don’t … after everything went down with Bright Boys, I decided that I was done with social media. There was so much hate.”
“Oh, no, see, you need to create a fan account.” He held up his phone. “I’m JongBooty.”
I repeated his words in my head, and it still didn’t make sense. “What?” I slid off the bed and moved over beside JongB, peering at his phone. His Instagram was open to his profile page. I gave him a sideways look. “Hyung, your entire feed is different shots of your ass.” He’d clearly been zooming in on a lot of photographs and cropping them. Thankfully, he hadn’t put any naked ass photos on there, although I wasn’t sure if that was only because Instagram wouldn’t allow it.
“Exactly.” He beamed with pride. “I got the JongBooty.” He shook his head and quickly switched over to the search option. “But the real fun comes with interacting on other posts. Especially the Youngbin stans.”
“Don’t wind Youngbin’s fans up.” Aside from the fact it wasn’t cool to get our own fans fighting with each other, if Youngbin found out, he wouldn’t be happy.
JongB shook his head. “Nope. It’s because they’re thirsty as fuck and I love to screen shot the posts and send them to Youngbin. Don’t worry; I don’t provoke our fans, nor do I provoke other fandoms. I’m waiting for the right time, and bam!” he yelled the word, making me fall off JongB’s bed. “I’m going to start quoting their memes and posts and watch our Black Gems lose their shit as they realize that we do indeed stalk their posts.”
From the floor, I stared up at him, tilting my head. “I have no idea if you’re an idiot or a diabolical mastermind.”
“Definitely the latter. Kate follows this account and she has no idea it’s me.” He cackled loudly.
I gave him his phone back and returned to the bed, flopping backwards onto it. With my legs hanging off the end, I stared up at the ceiling.
“Alright, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” I said with a sigh.
“You didn’t even crack a smile at my account.” JongB sniggered. “Crack.”
I continued to stare at the ceiling.
“OK, that was funny.” JongB came and sat beside me. He reached over and tapped on my forehead. “What’s going on in there? You can tell your hyung. I am old and wise…”
Debatable…
“…And if nothing else, it’s got to be better out than in.”
“Do you think it’s possible to like two people at once?” I asked before I could think twice.
“Of course,” JongB answered instantly. “If this is about Kate, I hope you’re not doubting her because I know she loves us all.”
I glanced over at JongB. He was scowling at me like he was about to punch me in the gut if I said otherwise. “It’s not about Kate.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I searched my brain for a way to articulate my thoughts. I had an IQ of 143 and the moment it came to talking about this, the last digit seemed to disappear.
“Did you know MinMin liked you?” I shook my head and looked at JongB with a frown. “I mean, I know you knew, but how? I never picked up on anything and the only reason I knew anything was because of the fans.”
JongB stared thoughtfully across the room, tilting his head. “I knew he liked Jiwon. I occasionally saw him looking at me in the same way.”
“And it never crossed your mind to act on it?”
“No.” JongB puffed out his cheeks, before letting the air out with a pop. “It’s not MinMin. It’s just not my thing. I’d rather have Kate there too.” He lay back on the bed and turned to look at me. “I have no objection to him being there too, like I don’t object to you being there.” He gave me a wicked grin. “Because Kate likes that.”
My mind drifted back to Chicago. Me making Kate come while JongB was on the other end of a phone trying to do the same. That had been hot.
I turned and caught JongB’s eye. He smirked. “We need a repeat of that.”
We did.
“It never crossed your mind?”
“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t, but it never excited me. Honestly, you and MinMin getting it on while I watch does more for me.” JongB sat up and stretched. “How dead do you think I’d be if I went to see Kate now?”
“She’s with Jiwon,” I pointed out. “And we’re at the dorm, where, if Sungmin-hyung finds out you’ve left…”
JongB stood, waving his hand dismissively. “You’re no fun. I’m going to go find some pictures of my neck.”
I arched an eyebrow.
“That’s my other account.”
Seeing as though I didn’t want to stick around to hear his one-sided commentary on his own neck--what the fuck, Jongsub?--I left him in his room.
I didn’t like the new dorm. To be fair, the only other dorms I’d been in were the trainee dorms, where there had been six of us in the room, and then the Bright Boys dorm. Here was the only place where I’d had a room to myself for years.
This place was cold and empty.
I was used to people. I’d been with others right up until a few weeks ago. Even on tour I’d shared a room. In this place, I was on my own.
The advantage was I could have a shower without feeling rushed. Hoping it would wash the funk I was in down the drain, I took a long shower.
It worked.
I got out, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked back to my bedroom.
Only to find MinMin on my bed. He’d bunched the pillows up behind him to prop himself up, his arms behind his head. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a vest top. “JongB said you were in a strange mood. Are you OK?”
“I didn’t think you’d be back until later,” I said, moving over to sit on the edge of my bed, making sure MinMin stayed behind me. I was in a strange mood, and damn JongB for sharing that.
But the source of my mood?
MinMin.
“Everything OK?”
I shrugged. “I guess I’m not liking the stress of splitting time between the dorm and the house.” It wasn’t a complete lie.
“It sucks, but I think it’s something we’re going to have to get used to.” Behind me, I felt the bed shift. Slowly, MinMin made his way towards me, but instead of appearing beside me, he remained behind.
“Fuck!” All of a sudden, MinMin’s cold hands were on my bare shoulders.
“Sorry,” MinMin said without removing them. Instead, he started massaging my muscles. “I figured it might help.”
I was fairly certain it was going to do the exact opposite, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. MinMin’s hands felt so good on me. I closed my eyes, biting at my lip.
“We have a few more days and then we’re back on tour. Then we’re going to be creeping about between different hotel rooms, not different parts of the city.”
I was barely listening, just making appropriate noises of agreement as I tried not to let my mind wander as MinMin’s palms worked at the muscles in my neck, imagining they were working at another muscle.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Not even imagining my mom walking in on us was going to kill the erection I was getting.
I crossed my legs, and then instantly uncrossed them. That wasn’t going to help.
“Seriously, Yongsik, you need to relax. Why are you so stiff?”
“That’s your fault,” I muttered before I could stop myself.
“What’s my…?”
I turned my head as MinMin paused in his massage, and found his face by mine, peering over my shoulder into my lap.
“It’s not uncommon with massages,” MinMin said, carefully.
I leaned to the side, only so I could look him fully in the eyes. “It’s not the massage.”
Very slowly, MinMin licked his lip.
I don’t know what possessed me to, but I kissed him.
I pulled away a fraction, ready to apologize, only MinMin cupped my face, holding me where I was.
His fingers might have been cold, but his mouth was hot. Despite the firmness of his hands, keeping me from breaking the kiss, his touch was gentle. I kissed him back, enjoying the sensation of feeling his moan on my lips as they claimed mine.
Refusing to let the kiss end, I pulled at MinMin’s shirt, tugging him around. His lithe body wrapped around mine, and then he was straddling my lap.
Suddenly, the towel felt a lot thinner than it was as he rubbed up against my dick. I had no idea if that was intentional or not, but when it made me moan, he slid his tongue into my mouth.
MinMin’s hands slid down my throat to my collar bone as his tongue teased mine.
Short of grabbing his top, I hadn’t touched MinMin. As his tongue swept over mine, I allowed my hands to leave my side and settle on his, just above his hips. Feeling like moving fast would scare him off, I gently moved them up, under his vest top. I had no idea how his hands were so cold when his body was scorching.
My fingers splayed out, and then MinMin pulled away with a jerk. I stared at him, my eyes wide. “I’m sorry.”
MinMin grabbed my hands, holding them in his. “It tickled. Don’t apologize for touching me.”
Suddenly, I felt awkward. Here was MinMin, straddling me, while I had a raging erection poking up between us—caused by him—and I suddenly had no idea what to say or do. My mouth went dry.
“If this isn’t what you want, just say,” MinMin said, filling the silence. “If I misread—”
“No.”
“OK,” MinMin hurriedly agreed, relief filling his eyes. “But whatever happens next is up to you.”
My lips parted slightly, but I couldn’t get the words out. I knew exactly what I wanted because I had been imagining it for far longer than I was going to admit to. Only, I wasn’t sure if this was going to send MinMin bolting out of the door for moving things too quickly.
MinMin gave my hands a squeeze as he looked me in the eyes. “I will do anything you want me to.”
“Kiss me.” It came out like a croak, but it was clear enough.
Not wasting any time to prove his point, MinMin leaned forward and reclaimed my mouth with his. He had softer lips than I’d ever imagined, and as I relaxed back into the kiss, he allowed me to take charge.
My kisses were fiercer than his, pulling at his lip, sucking at his tongue. Between us, my dick throbbed.
Anything?
As MinMin let go of one hand so that he could curl it around my neck, I pulled back the towel. My heart was pounding as I guided MinMin’s hand to my dick. He took it firmly, wrapping his long fingers around it. Without any prompt, he ran his hand up the shaft and over the head.
I bucked into him, capturing MinMin’s lip between my teeth.
Oh god, that felt good.
Although his hand continued to work up and down my dick, MinMin pulled back, locking his eyes with mine. He was breathing as heavily as I was.
He didn’t care for my hands on his hips, but I needed to be touching him. I reached out, gripping his ass. There wasn’t much to hold, but it was enough. And it was enough for him to pause in his movements as he closed his eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
In an instant, he was stroking my dick.
I squeezed his ass as I reached up to kiss him again. I was almost mesmerized by his lips and I couldn’t get enough of them. Nothing I had imagined had come close to the real thing.
The only thing that could make this kiss any better would be if I could taste Kate on his lips. Imagining Kate coming over his mouth and then MinMin kissing me had me groaning.
I wanted MinMin to feel as good as I did right now.
Without any hesitation, I let go of his ass and followed his waistband to the front of his sweats, dipping my hand into them.
Fuck. He was as hard as I was.
My kisses became fiercer, my tongue going from exploring his mouth to dominating it. The strokes of my hand became firmer and faster, as I touched him how I wanted to be touched.
Suddenly, I broke the kiss and pulled back. “I want to be inside you.” My words came out in sharp pants.
MinMin stopped, his eyes going wide. Then he closed his eyes as let out a deep, throaty groan and pulled my hand off his dick. With one hand holding my dick, the other holding my hand, he stared down at me, breathing heavily. “I’m going to go to my bedroom and get something. If you change your mind, lock your door and we don’t need to speak of this again.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I promised him.
The briefest glimmer of doubt flashed through his eyes, but MinMin slid off me and walked out of the room.
I could feel the blood pumping around my dick as my heart continued to pound in my chest. I had no intention of locking that door, but doubt began to creep into my mind: was this just an excuse for MinMin to stop?
No.
I banished the thought from my head. I’d felt the way MinMin had been stroking my cock. I’d tasted the excitement in his kiss. Hell, I could almost smell his arousal in the room… I could certainly hold it.
Tossing the towel to the back of the bed, I shuffled up it, laying back into the pillows where not too long ago, MinMin had been lying. My dick remained erect and waiting for him to return.
It didn’t take long for the door to open. There was no testing to see if it was locked: MinMin just walked straight in. He paused and locked the door, before frowning. “That’s in case JongB decides to go wandering, but he’s posting in the fan café, so we should be OK.”
“Great,” I said with a shrug. “Can you come back here now?”
MinMin’s smile was almost smug as he hurried over, shedding his vest top as he joined me back on the bed. It was only when he put the tube of lube down beside me that I realized he was fully committed to this.
I don’t know why the doubt had been there.
Confidence filled me and I lunged forward, pushing MinMin backward as I pulled his sweats off. I stared down at his naked body. I’d seen it before, always giving a second surreptitious look when no-one was watching. And now it was in front of me.
MinMin reached for me, pulling me down on top of him. My dick rubbed up against his as he claimed my mouth. His fingers ran over my chest pausing over my heart. He pulled back and looked at me. “Are you sure?”
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”
With a smirk, MinMin sat up, the motion making me mimic him. He raised his knees, a leg either side of him, as I kneeled back. MinMin picked up the lube, flicked open the lid and squeezed a generous amount over my dick.
It was colder than his hands had been, but it felt good. It felt even better as he wrapped his hands around my shaft, spreading it over my dick as his continued to rub up against mine.
Finally, I batted his hand away before I came in it.
As he leaned back onto his elbows, watching me with hooded eyes, I grabbed his ass and raised it slightly. For good measure, I squeezed some of the lube over his asshole and rubbed my finger around it before poking it in.
The moan that left MinMin’s mouth made my dick throb.
I had absolutely no experience when it came to this, but the way his ass clamped around my finger told me two things. The first was to take it slow; MinMin was completely trusting me. The second was that I was really going to enjoy this.
My other hand, already slick with the lube, took his dick, moving up and down it while my finger worked in and out. Only when MinMin’s breathing became more labored did I insert another finger into his ass. He jerked into my hand.
I found my rhythm, sliding my hand up his shaft and over the head. “I need to be in you,” I told him.
MinMin nodded, his eyes locked on me. The heat in them was intoxicating.
I withdrew my fingers, bringing my dick to his asshole. Finding all the patience I could, I pushed, forcing my way past the brief resistance.
“Motherfucker!” MinMin exclaimed. “Don’t you dare stop!” he added in a growl as I started to do that, more from the shock of him cussing rather than me hurting him.
I continued to enter him, making sure to also continue jerking him off. I moaned as I watched his ass slowly eat up my dick. He felt so tight around me.
“This is better than I ever imagined.”
“You imagined this?” MinMin asked, panting at the effort as I refused to stop stroking his dick.
I pulled myself out, only a little way, before sliding back in.
“Oh, Yongsik.” My name sounded like a curse.
“Yes,” I said, answering his question.
“Show me.”
There was a growl in the back of my throat. My hand clutched at his dick like his ass squeezed mine and I started pumping my hand up and down his dick. I wanted nothing more than to be able to do the same to his ass, but I kept my thrusts steady.
Sweat ran down the side of my head, down my neck and chest, until I could take it no more. MinMin collapsed back on the bed, yelling in pleasure, as he came, the thick liquid, falling on his skin. I let go of his dick, only so that I could grip his thighs, and finally picked up my pace.
I didn’t last much longer, withdrawing just in time as my cum joined his.
Collapsing on the bed beside him, I could do nothing more than lie there, trying to catch my breath.
MinMin’s hand slipped into mine, entwining his fingers between me. “Are you OK?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“I am great.” He turned his head to give me a sleepy smile. “But you’re not allowed to kick me out of your bed just yet.”
I had no intention of doing that.
I rolled over onto my stomach and watched him. He and I were being tortured. It was our turn to spend the night at the dorms and I couldn’t concentrate.
There was a pile of books beside my bed that I still needed to read. My to read list was growing instead of shrinking, but none of them caught my attention. I’d tried watching some television but after an hour of searching for something, I had given up.
In the past, when I had felt like this, I would have gone to either Hyunseo or Ryan—my fellow members in Bright Boys. Only Bright Boys had been disbanded and I was now in Onyx. The two were still trying to redebut and I hadn’t really spoken to either of them as I’d been on tour.
With a sigh, I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I probably could have called them; they both had phones now. But I hadn’t because it felt awkward. My second chance had me flung straight into a world tour and they had been sent back to being trainees.
As it was, it wasn’t really a thing I could talk to them about.
“Oh, come on. Why do they keep shipping me with Jiwon? Where on earth do they get that from?”
“What are you doing, hyung?” I asked. I hadn’t moved and he was upside down in my view. He had his phone out and was giving the small screen a disapproving look.
JongB looked up at me and gave me a melodramatic sigh. “I’m on Instagram.”
“Well, that’s dangerous.”
“Don’t worry, I’m using my fan account.”
I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Your what?”
“You know; the fan account. The one where you pretend to be an Onyx fan and you can stalk the internet with no one know it’s you.”
I shook my head.
JongB almost dropped his phone. “Are you honestly telling me that you don’t have a secret fan account?”
Again, I shook my head. “Haven’t you noticed I rarely use my official one? I don’t … after everything went down with Bright Boys, I decided that I was done with social media. There was so much hate.”
“Oh, no, see, you need to create a fan account.” He held up his phone. “I’m JongBooty.”
I repeated his words in my head, and it still didn’t make sense. “What?” I slid off the bed and moved over beside JongB, peering at his phone. His Instagram was open to his profile page. I gave him a sideways look. “Hyung, your entire feed is different shots of your ass.” He’d clearly been zooming in on a lot of photographs and cropping them. Thankfully, he hadn’t put any naked ass photos on there, although I wasn’t sure if that was only because Instagram wouldn’t allow it.
“Exactly.” He beamed with pride. “I got the JongBooty.” He shook his head and quickly switched over to the search option. “But the real fun comes with interacting on other posts. Especially the Youngbin stans.”
“Don’t wind Youngbin’s fans up.” Aside from the fact it wasn’t cool to get our own fans fighting with each other, if Youngbin found out, he wouldn’t be happy.
JongB shook his head. “Nope. It’s because they’re thirsty as fuck and I love to screen shot the posts and send them to Youngbin. Don’t worry; I don’t provoke our fans, nor do I provoke other fandoms. I’m waiting for the right time, and bam!” he yelled the word, making me fall off JongB’s bed. “I’m going to start quoting their memes and posts and watch our Black Gems lose their shit as they realize that we do indeed stalk their posts.”
From the floor, I stared up at him, tilting my head. “I have no idea if you’re an idiot or a diabolical mastermind.”
“Definitely the latter. Kate follows this account and she has no idea it’s me.” He cackled loudly.
I gave him his phone back and returned to the bed, flopping backwards onto it. With my legs hanging off the end, I stared up at the ceiling.
“Alright, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” I said with a sigh.
“You didn’t even crack a smile at my account.” JongB sniggered. “Crack.”
I continued to stare at the ceiling.
“OK, that was funny.” JongB came and sat beside me. He reached over and tapped on my forehead. “What’s going on in there? You can tell your hyung. I am old and wise…”
Debatable…
“…And if nothing else, it’s got to be better out than in.”
“Do you think it’s possible to like two people at once?” I asked before I could think twice.
“Of course,” JongB answered instantly. “If this is about Kate, I hope you’re not doubting her because I know she loves us all.”
I glanced over at JongB. He was scowling at me like he was about to punch me in the gut if I said otherwise. “It’s not about Kate.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I searched my brain for a way to articulate my thoughts. I had an IQ of 143 and the moment it came to talking about this, the last digit seemed to disappear.
“Did you know MinMin liked you?” I shook my head and looked at JongB with a frown. “I mean, I know you knew, but how? I never picked up on anything and the only reason I knew anything was because of the fans.”
JongB stared thoughtfully across the room, tilting his head. “I knew he liked Jiwon. I occasionally saw him looking at me in the same way.”
“And it never crossed your mind to act on it?”
“No.” JongB puffed out his cheeks, before letting the air out with a pop. “It’s not MinMin. It’s just not my thing. I’d rather have Kate there too.” He lay back on the bed and turned to look at me. “I have no objection to him being there too, like I don’t object to you being there.” He gave me a wicked grin. “Because Kate likes that.”
My mind drifted back to Chicago. Me making Kate come while JongB was on the other end of a phone trying to do the same. That had been hot.
I turned and caught JongB’s eye. He smirked. “We need a repeat of that.”
We did.
“It never crossed your mind?”
“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t, but it never excited me. Honestly, you and MinMin getting it on while I watch does more for me.” JongB sat up and stretched. “How dead do you think I’d be if I went to see Kate now?”
“She’s with Jiwon,” I pointed out. “And we’re at the dorm, where, if Sungmin-hyung finds out you’ve left…”
JongB stood, waving his hand dismissively. “You’re no fun. I’m going to go find some pictures of my neck.”
I arched an eyebrow.
“That’s my other account.”
Seeing as though I didn’t want to stick around to hear his one-sided commentary on his own neck--what the fuck, Jongsub?--I left him in his room.
I didn’t like the new dorm. To be fair, the only other dorms I’d been in were the trainee dorms, where there had been six of us in the room, and then the Bright Boys dorm. Here was the only place where I’d had a room to myself for years.
This place was cold and empty.
I was used to people. I’d been with others right up until a few weeks ago. Even on tour I’d shared a room. In this place, I was on my own.
The advantage was I could have a shower without feeling rushed. Hoping it would wash the funk I was in down the drain, I took a long shower.
It worked.
I got out, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked back to my bedroom.
Only to find MinMin on my bed. He’d bunched the pillows up behind him to prop himself up, his arms behind his head. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a vest top. “JongB said you were in a strange mood. Are you OK?”
“I didn’t think you’d be back until later,” I said, moving over to sit on the edge of my bed, making sure MinMin stayed behind me. I was in a strange mood, and damn JongB for sharing that.
But the source of my mood?
MinMin.
“Everything OK?”
I shrugged. “I guess I’m not liking the stress of splitting time between the dorm and the house.” It wasn’t a complete lie.
“It sucks, but I think it’s something we’re going to have to get used to.” Behind me, I felt the bed shift. Slowly, MinMin made his way towards me, but instead of appearing beside me, he remained behind.
“Fuck!” All of a sudden, MinMin’s cold hands were on my bare shoulders.
“Sorry,” MinMin said without removing them. Instead, he started massaging my muscles. “I figured it might help.”
I was fairly certain it was going to do the exact opposite, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. MinMin’s hands felt so good on me. I closed my eyes, biting at my lip.
“We have a few more days and then we’re back on tour. Then we’re going to be creeping about between different hotel rooms, not different parts of the city.”
I was barely listening, just making appropriate noises of agreement as I tried not to let my mind wander as MinMin’s palms worked at the muscles in my neck, imagining they were working at another muscle.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Not even imagining my mom walking in on us was going to kill the erection I was getting.
I crossed my legs, and then instantly uncrossed them. That wasn’t going to help.
“Seriously, Yongsik, you need to relax. Why are you so stiff?”
“That’s your fault,” I muttered before I could stop myself.
“What’s my…?”
I turned my head as MinMin paused in his massage, and found his face by mine, peering over my shoulder into my lap.
“It’s not uncommon with massages,” MinMin said, carefully.
I leaned to the side, only so I could look him fully in the eyes. “It’s not the massage.”
Very slowly, MinMin licked his lip.
I don’t know what possessed me to, but I kissed him.
I pulled away a fraction, ready to apologize, only MinMin cupped my face, holding me where I was.
His fingers might have been cold, but his mouth was hot. Despite the firmness of his hands, keeping me from breaking the kiss, his touch was gentle. I kissed him back, enjoying the sensation of feeling his moan on my lips as they claimed mine.
Refusing to let the kiss end, I pulled at MinMin’s shirt, tugging him around. His lithe body wrapped around mine, and then he was straddling my lap.
Suddenly, the towel felt a lot thinner than it was as he rubbed up against my dick. I had no idea if that was intentional or not, but when it made me moan, he slid his tongue into my mouth.
MinMin’s hands slid down my throat to my collar bone as his tongue teased mine.
Short of grabbing his top, I hadn’t touched MinMin. As his tongue swept over mine, I allowed my hands to leave my side and settle on his, just above his hips. Feeling like moving fast would scare him off, I gently moved them up, under his vest top. I had no idea how his hands were so cold when his body was scorching.
My fingers splayed out, and then MinMin pulled away with a jerk. I stared at him, my eyes wide. “I’m sorry.”
MinMin grabbed my hands, holding them in his. “It tickled. Don’t apologize for touching me.”
Suddenly, I felt awkward. Here was MinMin, straddling me, while I had a raging erection poking up between us—caused by him—and I suddenly had no idea what to say or do. My mouth went dry.
“If this isn’t what you want, just say,” MinMin said, filling the silence. “If I misread—”
“No.”
“OK,” MinMin hurriedly agreed, relief filling his eyes. “But whatever happens next is up to you.”
My lips parted slightly, but I couldn’t get the words out. I knew exactly what I wanted because I had been imagining it for far longer than I was going to admit to. Only, I wasn’t sure if this was going to send MinMin bolting out of the door for moving things too quickly.
MinMin gave my hands a squeeze as he looked me in the eyes. “I will do anything you want me to.”
“Kiss me.” It came out like a croak, but it was clear enough.
Not wasting any time to prove his point, MinMin leaned forward and reclaimed my mouth with his. He had softer lips than I’d ever imagined, and as I relaxed back into the kiss, he allowed me to take charge.
My kisses were fiercer than his, pulling at his lip, sucking at his tongue. Between us, my dick throbbed.
Anything?
As MinMin let go of one hand so that he could curl it around my neck, I pulled back the towel. My heart was pounding as I guided MinMin’s hand to my dick. He took it firmly, wrapping his long fingers around it. Without any prompt, he ran his hand up the shaft and over the head.
I bucked into him, capturing MinMin’s lip between my teeth.
Oh god, that felt good.
Although his hand continued to work up and down my dick, MinMin pulled back, locking his eyes with mine. He was breathing as heavily as I was.
He didn’t care for my hands on his hips, but I needed to be touching him. I reached out, gripping his ass. There wasn’t much to hold, but it was enough. And it was enough for him to pause in his movements as he closed his eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
In an instant, he was stroking my dick.
I squeezed his ass as I reached up to kiss him again. I was almost mesmerized by his lips and I couldn’t get enough of them. Nothing I had imagined had come close to the real thing.
The only thing that could make this kiss any better would be if I could taste Kate on his lips. Imagining Kate coming over his mouth and then MinMin kissing me had me groaning.
I wanted MinMin to feel as good as I did right now.
Without any hesitation, I let go of his ass and followed his waistband to the front of his sweats, dipping my hand into them.
Fuck. He was as hard as I was.
My kisses became fiercer, my tongue going from exploring his mouth to dominating it. The strokes of my hand became firmer and faster, as I touched him how I wanted to be touched.
Suddenly, I broke the kiss and pulled back. “I want to be inside you.” My words came out in sharp pants.
MinMin stopped, his eyes going wide. Then he closed his eyes as let out a deep, throaty groan and pulled my hand off his dick. With one hand holding my dick, the other holding my hand, he stared down at me, breathing heavily. “I’m going to go to my bedroom and get something. If you change your mind, lock your door and we don’t need to speak of this again.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I promised him.
The briefest glimmer of doubt flashed through his eyes, but MinMin slid off me and walked out of the room.
I could feel the blood pumping around my dick as my heart continued to pound in my chest. I had no intention of locking that door, but doubt began to creep into my mind: was this just an excuse for MinMin to stop?
No.
I banished the thought from my head. I’d felt the way MinMin had been stroking my cock. I’d tasted the excitement in his kiss. Hell, I could almost smell his arousal in the room… I could certainly hold it.
Tossing the towel to the back of the bed, I shuffled up it, laying back into the pillows where not too long ago, MinMin had been lying. My dick remained erect and waiting for him to return.
It didn’t take long for the door to open. There was no testing to see if it was locked: MinMin just walked straight in. He paused and locked the door, before frowning. “That’s in case JongB decides to go wandering, but he’s posting in the fan café, so we should be OK.”
“Great,” I said with a shrug. “Can you come back here now?”
MinMin’s smile was almost smug as he hurried over, shedding his vest top as he joined me back on the bed. It was only when he put the tube of lube down beside me that I realized he was fully committed to this.
I don’t know why the doubt had been there.
Confidence filled me and I lunged forward, pushing MinMin backward as I pulled his sweats off. I stared down at his naked body. I’d seen it before, always giving a second surreptitious look when no-one was watching. And now it was in front of me.
MinMin reached for me, pulling me down on top of him. My dick rubbed up against his as he claimed my mouth. His fingers ran over my chest pausing over my heart. He pulled back and looked at me. “Are you sure?”
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”
With a smirk, MinMin sat up, the motion making me mimic him. He raised his knees, a leg either side of him, as I kneeled back. MinMin picked up the lube, flicked open the lid and squeezed a generous amount over my dick.
It was colder than his hands had been, but it felt good. It felt even better as he wrapped his hands around my shaft, spreading it over my dick as his continued to rub up against mine.
Finally, I batted his hand away before I came in it.
As he leaned back onto his elbows, watching me with hooded eyes, I grabbed his ass and raised it slightly. For good measure, I squeezed some of the lube over his asshole and rubbed my finger around it before poking it in.
The moan that left MinMin’s mouth made my dick throb.
I had absolutely no experience when it came to this, but the way his ass clamped around my finger told me two things. The first was to take it slow; MinMin was completely trusting me. The second was that I was really going to enjoy this.
My other hand, already slick with the lube, took his dick, moving up and down it while my finger worked in and out. Only when MinMin’s breathing became more labored did I insert another finger into his ass. He jerked into my hand.
I found my rhythm, sliding my hand up his shaft and over the head. “I need to be in you,” I told him.
MinMin nodded, his eyes locked on me. The heat in them was intoxicating.
I withdrew my fingers, bringing my dick to his asshole. Finding all the patience I could, I pushed, forcing my way past the brief resistance.
“Motherfucker!” MinMin exclaimed. “Don’t you dare stop!” he added in a growl as I started to do that, more from the shock of him cussing rather than me hurting him.
I continued to enter him, making sure to also continue jerking him off. I moaned as I watched his ass slowly eat up my dick. He felt so tight around me.
“This is better than I ever imagined.”
“You imagined this?” MinMin asked, panting at the effort as I refused to stop stroking his dick.
I pulled myself out, only a little way, before sliding back in.
“Oh, Yongsik.” My name sounded like a curse.
“Yes,” I said, answering his question.
“Show me.”
There was a growl in the back of my throat. My hand clutched at his dick like his ass squeezed mine and I started pumping my hand up and down his dick. I wanted nothing more than to be able to do the same to his ass, but I kept my thrusts steady.
Sweat ran down the side of my head, down my neck and chest, until I could take it no more. MinMin collapsed back on the bed, yelling in pleasure, as he came, the thick liquid, falling on his skin. I let go of his dick, only so that I could grip his thighs, and finally picked up my pace.
I didn’t last much longer, withdrawing just in time as my cum joined his.
Collapsing on the bed beside him, I could do nothing more than lie there, trying to catch my breath.
MinMin’s hand slipped into mine, entwining his fingers between me. “Are you OK?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“I am great.” He turned his head to give me a sleepy smile. “But you’re not allowed to kick me out of your bed just yet.”
I had no intention of doing that.
