Playing for the win, for everyone (3/3)
Seungyoon arrives at Mino’s building near midnight. Missing the rush of performing, he got a little too carried away at High Ground and played about four encore songs. He had to do some mingling after that, and before he knew it, he was running four hours late to the victory party. But he knows the team would still be there - probably hammered. He’s a little buzzed, himself, but he couldn’t not show up after promising he would.
Making sure he has the right apartment number, he rings the doorbell. When no one answers, he presses his ear on the surface of the door and wonders why it’s so quiet inside. Surely it isn’t over? It’s way too early, even if it’s midnight. They’re a bunch of college guys - athletes at that. They should have the endurance that fits their bodies.
He tries to ring the doorbell again, until he remembers that Mino also typed the passcode for his door on the group chat - just in case. Hoping he isn’t overstepping his bounds, he types in the combination and pushes the door open.
The sight of the living room leaves him slack jawed. There are bottles of every kind scattered on the floor, on the couches, even near where he stands by the door. There are empty wrappers and plates everywhere, and to say that the place looks like a storm passed through wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
The apartment space is huge for just one person (Seungyoon recalls Mino mentioning he lives by himself) but he should have known Mino is loaded judging by his choice of car alone. Not a lot of college students drive expensive Audis to school.
But the biggest shock to Seungyoon is that no one is there - which means the party is over and he really shouldn’t be standing inside someone else’s house anymore without permission. It’s disappointing; Seungyoon was weirdly looking forward to hanging out with the team, and if he’s going to be honest - seeing Mino and interacting with him in a setting that doesn’t have to involve Mino listing down his chores for the day.
Right when he’s convinced himself he should leave before Mino sees him, Seungyoon hears a loud bang and jumps in place, almost knocking some bottles back. He sees a door wide open and Seunghoon coming out nearly unconscious, his arm draped over Mino’s shoulders who’s covered in sweat. It looks like they’re coming out from a bathroom.
“Man, get it together!” Mino says through gritted teeth as he hoists Seunghoon up, clamps his waist against his while Seunghoon keeps trying to get away, talking jibberish.
Seungyoon clears his throat and Mino turns to look. Seunghoon almost slips when Mino straightens up, eyes startled, and Seungyoon is quick to run to where they are, dodging bottles and trash on the floor, and swoops in to grab Seunghoon’s arm.
“Seungyoon,” Mino calls out, looking at him over Seunghoon’s limp neck with creased brows. “What are you doing here?”
Seungyoon tries not to gag when Seunghoon suddenly cocks his head towards him and randomly blows air on his face, which stinks of liquor and vomit. Seunghoon then proceeds to laugh and sing a garbled song Seungyoon is sure doesn’t exist. He never pegged the straitlaced Seunghoon for a bad drunk. It’s kind of cute, actually.
“There’s a party, you invited me.”
“No, I mean… oh yeah, I forgot to text you. The neighbors complained so the guys had to leave. They’re in some noraebang now, I think,” Mino frowns. “As you can see, I couldn’t leave.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude in like this.”
“It’s okay. Just help me get him to the room,” Mino tells him and proceeds to drag the still-singing Seunghoon to one of the rooms. Seungyoon complies - he doesn’t have much of a choice - but he has plenty of experience assisting pissed drunk friends to know the responsible drinker doesn’t deserve to suffer the consequences of the reckless one’s antics alone.
They push him onto the bed (or more like shove him) and Seunghoon makes a ‘whee’ sound as if he’s in some amusement park ride. Seungyoon laughs when Seunghoon begins to roll around the bed, but stops when he sees Mino give him a glare. That’s when Seungyoon spots some icky residue on Mino’s shirt.
“Oh wow,” Seungyoon bites the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing. “He threw up on you.”
“No shit.” Mino tugs the edge of his tee and pulls it up over his head. Seungyoon’s eyes land on his bare torso, involuntarily sucking in his lower lip as he traces the lines of Mino’s abs. He looks away as soon as Mino’s head comes into view. “Can you watch him for a bit? I’m just gonna change.”
“Y-yeah, sure.”
Seungyoon sighs when Mino steps out, then looks at Seunghoon with amusement. “Hey cap, how much did you drink exactly?”
“Threeeeee,” Seunghoon slurs, holding up five fingers. Seungyoon laughs and moves to take off Seunghoon’s shoes. He can’t believe the mighty captain of Yonsei’s basketball team is the cute type of drunk.
“Kang-ster manager?” Seunghoon starts to say.
“Me?” Seungyoon smiles, chucking one of his shoes to the side. “Is that what you call me behind my back? Tss. At least it’s witty.”
“You… you good guy yes?”
“Well, seeing as I’m helping you out even when you hate me, that makes me pretty decent.” Seungyoon steps back and watches as Seunghoon writhe some more, wondering why he’s even making conversation with someone who won’t remember anything the next day. He considers taking a video of this hilarity - for future use, you never know when a video for blackmail can be handy (also who would have thought the intimidating captain of the basketball team is like a baby when he’s drunk) - but decides against it.
“Good,” Seunghoon beams at him then shoots up from the bed, startling Seungyoon when he grabs a fistful of his shirt and tugs him down. “Mino. Song… Song… my best friend. You know what?”
The stench coming from his breath makes Seungyoon draw back, but Seunghoon’s grip is ironclad. Even when he’s inebriated, he’s still too strong.
“Kept begging me,” Seunghoon continues. “Begging begging to make him your boss aish that bastard! What assistant captain does crap a freshman can do, oh? Just for Kang-ster manager,” he stabs Seungyoon’s chest with a finger repeatedly. “He’s crazy, right? Psshh embarrassing, that Song Song crazy over-”
“Lee Seunghoon,” Mino’s voice fills the room and Seunghoon releases Seungyoon with a giggle and flops back to the bed. He grabs a pillow and snuggles next to it with a smile on his face.
What the. Seungyoon stands there baffled, making sense of what he just heard, while Mino walks up to him with an alarmed look on his face.
“I… I think I like Cap like this,” Seungyoon stammers and Mino cracks a sheepish smile.
They stand in silence, and Seungyoon recalls all those times he thought he saw Mino looking at him, really looking at him - at the locker room, on the court. Those times he thought Mino was leaning too close, being too touchy. Not to mention how in the last game, Mino kept glancing at him whenever he sinks a basket, as if he was watching for Seungyoon’s reaction.
Seungyoon never thought much of his behavior, never even entertained the thought, because come on, there’s no fucking way Mino could like him in that way! Is he even gay?
But Mino’s body language right now screams embarrassment, and Seungyoon could swear he’s not making eye contact. Does that mean…?
“You should go,” Mino’s voice wavers, Seungyoon notices. “They’re probably still at the noraebang,” he anxiously takes his phone from his pocket. “Where did they say they were? Ahh, these punks shouldn’t get too drunk though.”
“What makes you think I came here to hang out with them?”
Damn. Maybe it’s the alcohol in his system to blame for this sudden brazenness, or maybe it’s the possibility that holy shit, maybe this wasn’t one-sided after all? Because Seungyoon will have to dig his own grave first before he can convince anyone that he’s not a little crazy over Song Mino.
“Did you come for the booze?”
“Maybe,” Seungyoon shrugs. “Or something more intoxicating.”
Mino’s gaze changes into something more intense, and Seungyoon could feel the shift in the atmosphere. His heartbeat quickens, and he realizes with a jolt, the desire coursing through his veins.
Maybe it isn’t just the alcohol. All this time, he’s been repressing his attraction for Mino, even when it’s screaming at him in the face. And it’s all surging back now - potent and powerful. Fuck. It’s been a while since Seungyoon lost control and he’d really, really like to lose it with Mino right now.
“Kang Seungyoon,” Mino starts, his voice more urgent. Seungyoon spots the small smile on his mouth while he speaks. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now.”
“I don’t know about basketball but this is one game I’m good at,” Seungyoon snaps back, going for suave, even though his whole body is trembling with anticipatioin he feels like he’s such a dork right now. He hopes Mino doesn’t see through his act.
As if his hands move on their own, Seungyoon shrugs off his jacket - and observes the way Mino is hypnotized by the movement. The look on his eyes alone sends heat down Seungyoon’s spine and he could already feel his pants tighten.
“Shit,” Mino curses. “Don’t do this.”
“Why the hell not?” Okay now he’s just being impatient, or horny, or both.
“I was gonna wait,” Mino swallows nervously, and Seungyoon finds it so hot and cute at the same time he doesn’t think he can wait any longer. “Wait until you’re not the manager anymore. So it’s not inappropriate.”
Seungyoon lets out a frustrated sigh. “You’re way too proper, Mino.”
They both don’t move, but Seungyoon couldn’t just stand there, feet away from Mino and not do anything. He’s way too aroused to walk away from this, especially when he could tell Mino wants it just as much.
“Okay, how about this: a preview?” Seungyoon suggests, taking one step. Mino tenses. “Or in basketball terms, a warm up game?”
Mino’s eyes glint at that and Seungyoon takes that as a positive sign. Before Mino could even have a chance to disagree, Seungyoon takes the remaining steps towards him, pushes him onto the wall with a thud, lips crashing on Mino’s mouth. And he tastes just like Seungyoon imagined - sweet, maybe a hint of bitter from the beer he’s consumed - but delicious all the same. Mino kisses him back just as eagerly, his arms circling his waist before his hands grab Seungyoon’s ass. Seungyoon gasps (and makes a mental note to thank Jinwoo for the jeans, pats himself on the back for ignoring Taehyun’s suggestion completely). He licks into Mino’s mouth, allowing himself to get lost in the heat because he’s fucking making out with the hottest guy on the basketball team and this feels like heaven and hell at the same time.
When he pulls away, they’re both panting, eyes filled with dark lust. “We should move,” Mino suggests, taking a glance at the bed. “I really don’t wanna do this in front of Seunghoon.”
“You’re right,” Seungyoon replies, not taking his eyes off Mino’s swollen mouth. He swoops in for another kiss before he pulls back, grabs Mino’s hand and stalks off towards the door.
Seungyoon doesn’t know which room they ended up in, or who made the move first. It could have been him who pushed Mino onto the bed, or Mino who pulled him down but he’s suddenly on top of Mino, straddling him and getting rid of his shirt with the giddiness of a five year old at the sight of candy. Eye candy. Seungyoon stares at Mino’s toned muscles for a few seconds, silently thanking the universe for this moment, then dips his head to kiss him again. Mino’s hands are kneading at his hips, fingering the waistband of his jeans in a teasing way that sends heat right to his cock. Feeling stuffy, Seungyoon chucks his shirt altogether and delights in the way Mino eyes him with desire.
“Fuck you’re so hot,” Mino says before he flips him over, and then starts a blazing trail of kisses from Seungyoon’s jaw, to his throat to his chest. Seungyoon groans when Mino’s tongue circles a nipple, before he sucks on it with hunger. His fingers thread through Mino’s hair, pulling and pushing him down where Seungyoon needs him the most.
Mino gets the message and unclasps his belt, unzips his jeans while raining wet kisses just below Seungyoon’s belly button. Seungyoon cants his hips up as Mino tugs down his underwear impatiently. His eyes roll back when he feels Mino’s lips on his cock, hot and wet and dizzying. He doesn’t even have time to react to Mino tonguing his slit when nearly all of his length is inside Mino’s mouth and Mino’s sucking, lapping, licking like he’s been hungry for Seungyoon’s cock all this time.
“Shit, Mino, shit!” Seungyoon thinks he’s going crazy. The image of Mino’s head bobbing up and down while he feasts on him is enough to send him over the edge, but Mino just has to glance at him with a naughty, smug look and fuck if Seungyoon can last this.
“Let me… do you, too…” Seungyoon begs, but Mino shakes his head and mumbles no, his throat vibrating and pushing Seungyoon to moan so loud he thinks he might wake up the entire building if Mino continues this.
Mino shifts slightly and Seungyoon notices him slide a hand inside his own jeans. When Mino’s cock springs free, Seungyoon tries to reach for it, but Mino swats his hand away, simultaneously pushing himself down on Seungyoon’s dick, the tip touching Mino’s throat. Seungyoon fists the sheets, near tears as Mino strokes himself while giving Seungyoon the best head of his life.
Seungyoon comes inside Mino’s mouth, body writhing and energy spent - when he’s done nothing but lie there as Mino does all the work. He tries to reach for Mino again who’s still pumping his own cock but Mino steps away.
“Touch yourself,” Mino commands, and Seungyoon kicks the rest of his jeans off, pulls his knees together. He puts two fingers in his mouth slowly, watching Mino’s lips part in arousal. Then his hand travel down to his ass, teasing his own hole with his wet fingers. Mino’s face scrunches in desire, but when he tries to inch in, Seungyoon puts his other hand up. Two can play this game. Seungyoon refuses to lose this one. He presses the tip of his finger inside and Mino mumbles a cuss as he hastens his pumps.
“Do you really want to wait?” Seungyoon asks, about to go crazy because he wants nothing more than to have Mino inside him right now.
But Mino grunts, reaching his own climax and coming all over his sheets. His head hangs limp. “Yes,” Mino groans. “I need to win that championship before I can have you.”
Seungyoon straightens up, brows creased. “Huh?”
“I need that trophy, Seungyoon,” Mino pants, coming down from his high. He pushes himself to sit next to Seungyoon and places a kiss on his cheek. “I need to concentrate,” Mino explains. “And if I think about how I can finally fuck you when I win that championship, just imagine how much I’m going to work for it. So I need you not to give it to me until I win. Okay?”
Seungyoon stares at him bewildered. “Hey. I’m going to suffer until you give it to me, too! What’s in it for me?”
“Me.” Mino smiles, pulling him in for another kiss. Seungyoon thinks it’s funny and only a little embarrassing how his stomach can still flutter like this after coming so hard. Mino draws back and plays with Seungyoon’s fringe before patting his head. “And besides, it’s the least you can do as a lousy manager. You’re finally going to do something that will contribute to our victory.”
“You’re kind of an asshole,” Seungyoon snorts.
Mino extends a hand, grinning. “Welcome to the team.”
Seungyoon thinks he’s going to lose his voice before this game is over. His precious voice he deems is his most valuable possession - so much so that he doesn’t drink coffee, doesn’t eat a lot of sweets, and prefers lukewarm beer over ice cold ones just to take care of it. But here he is, screaming his brains out, straining his throat, when that ugly dude from Seoul National University intentionally pushes Seunghoon while he attempts an alley-oop, and their poor captain ends up shoved in the sidelines.
“Number nineteen you better watch your back I’m going to hunt you down after this game, you fucker!” Seungyoon yells over the thundering boos of the crowd.
“Hey,” one of the players, Jaehyung, elbows him. “You’re not supposed to do that; you’ll get the team in trouble.”
“Oh who cares, it’s my last day,” Seungyoon waves him off, eyes on Mino as he helps Seunghoon up. Seungyoon smiles - gosh he’s such a sweetheart really - how perfect is he? Seunghoon limps a little but throws a thumbs up to the crowd.
“Yes, that’s our strong captain Lee Seunghoon! YOU CAN’T BRING US DOWN!”
If last month, anybody told Seungyoon he’ll be this invested in a game where guys run around after an orange ball, he’d have laughed in his face. Quite hysterically, too. But sometimes things don’t turn out the way you want them, and sometimes things turn out for the better.
They were down by five points coming into the fourth quarter and now with barely five minutes left, the other team is still leading by two points. Seungyoon hasn’t sat down since halftime, nervous and jittery and pumped up all at once.
The last two weeks have been absolute torture for him, what with seeing Mino everyday, seeing Mino sweat, flex his muscles, be in his element, and seeing Mino want him just as much but never being able to go there. Not even their incredibly hot, stolen make out sessions inside Mino’s car, at the locker room, at the shower room (there was one close call three days ago after they lost the last game and Mino really wanted it bad - but Seungyoon had enough restraint to stop it) can quench the thirst. As the days go by, his hunger for Mino just grows, and he knows that after this game, the waiting would have been worth it.
Coach Han calls for a time out, and the Yonsei cheerleaders take to the center court. The players rush to the huddle, and Seungyoon moves swiftly, passing them drinks and towels. He settles behind Mino and drapes a towel around his neck.
“Are you okay?” Seungyoon whispers, dabbing the edge of the towel over Mino’s nape. He’s panting - he hasn’t asked for a substitute since second quarter and his left wrist has been acting up after he took a bad fall earlier.
“Yeah,” he tries for a smile, but Seungyoon could sense the strain in his voice. Mino is exhausted.
Seungyoon looks around and presses closer so he’s covering Mino, and when the others are busy listening to Coach Han explain the next play, Seungyoon slips a hand under and squeezes Mino’s ass. Mino shudders and turns to him with surprised eyes.
“Just a little more,” Seungyoon whispers, intentionally lowering his tone. “I don’t fuck losers so you better win this.”
Mino playfully pushes him off. “Are you kidding me? I need to concentrate on the game right now!”
“Motivation babe,” Seungyoon winks, and Mino could only shake his head in disbelief before diving back into the huddle.
“Kang Seungyoon! I saw that!”
He looks up and sees Jinwoo waving a Yonsei flaglet from the stands. Taehyun trails behind, growling at the people they pass who tell him off for blocking their view.
“What the hell guys, you’re late!” Seungyoon yells. “The game’s almost over!”
“We’re only here for the college girls,” Jinwoo yells back, cupping his hands to form a circle over his mouth. “They’re going to need a shoulder to cry on if Yonsei loses, they’re going to need a celebration buddy if Yonsei wins. Who gives a shit about the game?”
“Great sense of school spirit!”
“You’re not the only one getting some ass tonight!”
Seungyoon laughs and turns back to the court when he hears the horn. Nerves start to creep up when Yonsei takes their position under the ring. It’s Seoul National’s possession, but if there’s one thing Yonsei is the best at - it’s defense. And it’s mostly thanks to the sexy power forward he’s dating who’s known for his blocks and rebounds. Yes, Seungyoon shamelessly looked up his specs - hey, there’s nothing wrong with taking an interest in the interests of the man you’re interested in. Besides, Mino already promised he’ll start listening to One Ok Rock.
The crowd starts to chant the Yonsei fight song and Seungyoon sings along as time ticks by, no points made so far. The other team is being sloppy, and there’s been several turnovers for Yonsei, but Yonsei isn’t sinking the shots they need, too.
As the clock winds down, Seungyoon clasps his hands together, watching their point guard, Chanhyuk, drive the ball towards their half of the court. Fifteen seconds left, and Chanhyuk is still dribbling, trying to find the opening.
Ten seconds. Seungyoon is about to wet his fucking pants, but in a swift move, Mino covers the man handling Seunghoon and Seunghoon runs outside the three point arc in time for Chanhyuk to lose the player guarding him with a fake pass to Jaehyung. Chanhyuk passes the ball to Seunghoon.
Five seconds. Seunghoon takes the shot.
The sound of the buzzer fills the stadium and it’s nothing but net. Lee Seunghoon, who’s going to be this year’s MVP once again, sinks the three points.
Yonsei wins the championship. 102 - 101.
Seungyoon is up in the air, jumping like his life depends on it. And next thing he knows, he’s being pushed to the center of the court, pressed against sweaty limbs of the players as deafening cheers and screams fill his ears. In the chaos, he finds Mino - who’s wrapped in a hug with Seunghoon. They lock eyes and Mino grins. Seungyoon’s breath hitches at the sight. He looks so happy, and he knows he finds Mino sexy and fuckable but damn he thinks he’s really falling for him now.
And he can’t freaking believe he’s so happy about a basketball game. What kind of fuckery? Seungyoon laughs at himself and tries not to dwell on that, rather focuses on the way Mino is shouldering his way through the players to get to where he’s standing.
Mino stops in front of him and Seungyoon feels strangely like the protagonist in a cheesy college flick. But he doesn’t hate it. Despite the pandemonium, he only sees Mino and his crooked, sexy smile.
“Don’t forget my prize,” Mino says as he curls a hand around Seungyoon’s.
Seungyoon nods, a dizzying excitement taking over him. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about, champ.”
“Do you have any idea how much I jerked off to the thought of fucking you?” Mino coos against Seungyoon’s neck, making every single nerve in his body stand at attention. He wants to tell Mino that he’s probably done dirtier things to himself at the thought of Mino fucking him senseless, but he doesn’t and just lets Mino believe he’s the one who wants him more.
“Are you going to keep talking or do I have to-“ Seungyoon is cut short when Mino captures his lips in a hungry kiss and Seungyoon lets out a groan when Mino palms his erection above the fabric of his jeans, in rhythm with his tongue darting in and out of Seungyoon’s mouth. Mino kisses like a rockstar - confident and teasing - and he absolutely loves every second of it. But right now, there are more pressing needs Mino has to satisfy after holding out this long.
Seungyoon doesn’t wait for Mino’s lead and lifts his hips off the bed, simultaneously pushing Mino up. Seungyoon tugs down his jeans without unbuttoning (one of the best perks of being skinny) and his cock pops out, red and leaking and seeking attention - which Mino immediately gives when his hand encloses around it.
“Impatient, are we?” Mino grins as he gives it one pump, enough to make Seungyoon throw his head back. He thinks back to the time Mino gave him the most mindblowing blowjob of his life and bites down on his lip, straddled between the pleasure of Mino’s touch and the pain that Mino isn’t touching him enough.
“Fuck you, I’ve waited so long for this,” Seungyoon manages to say between gritted teeth, jerking his hip up to add more friction between his dick and Mino’s hand.
“Answer my question first,” Mino says, stroking Seungyoon’s cock so painfully slow Seungyoon thinks he might cry from the frustration. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you?”
“I don’t know, a month? Since the party? Have you always been this talkative?”
“Wrong and wrong,” Mino answers, tracing the tip of his nose along Seungyoon’s jaw line before biting on his earlobe. “Four months ago. When I saw you at Byblos for the first time.”
That definitely caught Seungyoon’s attention and he turns to Mino with a cocked brow. “Are you serious?”
“Uh huh,” Mino kisses the top of Seungyoon’s nose, a gesture so sweet but it sends his cock just ticking some more. “You play a mean game of billiards. And don’t think I didn’t notice you kept looking at me, too. But you never came over. It was disappointing.”
Mino then proceeds to suck on the sensitive area under Seungyoon’s ear and his hands circle around Mino’s neck on instinct. “Don't be too impressed, it's the only sport I'm good at. You’re punishing me, aren’t you?”
Mino’s chuckle cuts through the silence of the room. “Just making the most out of this, Seungyoon. Like I said, I’ve waited longer than you.” Before Seungyoon could protest again, Mino pushes himself up to get rid of his pants in a stealthy move.
“Well fuck,” Seungyoon says as Mino’s cock pops out, all swollen and tempting and he’s never wanted anything in him more.
Mino mirrors the lust in his face and quickly moves to get the lube from his night stand. Seungyoon watches, open-mouthed, as Mino coats his fingers and moves to hover over him. He kisses Seungyoon, and he could tell how desperate Mino is for his tongue, for his mouth. He jolts when he feels Mino’s finger press over his entrance, circles it teasingly before plunging one inside bit by bit. Seungyoon makes strangled noises in his throat, and Mino kisses him deeper and fondles his member with his other hand to distract Seungyoon from the pain.
Seungyoon’s whole body reacts to every bit of Mino, to his low grunts, to his smell, to his ministration, and soon the pain is replaced by sweltering need. Mino inserts another finger, and then another, pumping in and out them slowly, curling them up and hitting Seungyoon just right to making him start yelling his name.
“Mino, fuck, I need you inside. God, just give it to me, please,” Seungyoon pleads, and Mino positions himself between Seungyoon’s legs. Seungyoon nearly passes out from the pleasure when Mino fills him up inch by inch. And when he’s fully sheathed inside, Mino pauses to wait for Seungyoon to adjust to his size. He trails kisses along Seungyoon’s collarbone in the meantime, and when Seungyoon nods, Mino pulls out before sinking in again, this time with more force that leaves Seungyoon frenzied.
Mino thrusts in and out in a calculated pace and Seungyoon is shuddering as both their grunts fill the room, Seungyoon’s hands running over every inch of Mino’s muscled back. Mino lifts Seungyoon’s leg up over his shoulder and angles himself as he propels again, and Seungyoon sees stars when he hits the spot repeatedly without mercy. The heat that’s been steadily climbing inside Seungyoon, spreading down his spine, his limbs, down to his toes, become more intense, exhilarating. Mino’s speed becomes erratic and they’re both making incoherent sounds at this point, lost in their shared pleasure.
Seungyoon could feel himself reaching his peak, and not a moment too soon, he stills, comes and pulses all over his stomach with a choked sob. He clenches around Mino’s cock who lets out another groan, but he’s not done yet. He keeps fucking into Seungyoon, but Seungyoon is too sensitive he pushes him back. “Come in my mouth,” he commands, and turns over, on his hands and knees. Seungyoon wraps a hand around Mino’s cock and guides him in.
“Fuck,” Mino’s eyes roll back when he enters Seungyoon’s hot mouth. Seungyoon relaxes his jaw and dips his face so Mino can thrust inside him without trouble. When Mino sees this, he strokes Seungyoon’s cheek. “Are you sure?”
Seungyoon only hums in response and he could feel Mino’s whole body twitch. Mino’s hand comes up to his hair and grips it as he begins pumping inside his mouth. Seungyoon sucks it in, cheeks hollowed out and airtight. Mino tastes fucking amazing, and Seungyoon wonders if he’ll ever get enough of this. Mino mumbles garbled curses and after just a few pumps, he shoots his hot load in his throat.
Seungyoon licks every last drop and they collapse on the bed. Seungyoon limps over Mino, panting. Holy shit. Is sex this good? Seungyoon doesn’t remember sex being this good. But maybe it’s because it’s Mino - and fuck if sex with Mino feels this great then he might have a problem keeping his hands off him.
He sighs and rests his head over Mino’s chest as he comes down from his high, the furious beat of Mino’s heart nothing short of calming. He feels Mino press his lips over his head, while his hand wraps around him protectively.
“That was amazing,” Mino’s voice slices through the silence, and Seungyoon smiles against his slick skin.
“Better than winning a championship?” He lifts his head to see Mino looking at him tenderly.
“Let’s not get too cocky,” Mino scoffs.
Seungyoon props himself on one elbow, pretending to look offended as he studies Mino’s gorgeous face. He can’t believe there would ever be a time he’ll be thankful to have the friends he has. Maybe he should keep Taehyun and Jinwoo, after all. Or maybe now is the time to ditch them because he already has Mino.
“Don’t get me wrong. I like you, Kang Seungyoon,” Mino says, his gaze endearingly sincere as he brings a hand up to brush Seungyoon’s hair. “I don’t know about basketball championships, but I do feel like a winner to have you.”
Seungyoon smiles, how can he not, and he leans in, bringing their lips together. He kisses Mino slowly, sweetly, just enough to convey he feels exactly the same way.
"That's good enough for me."
Making sure he has the right apartment number, he rings the doorbell. When no one answers, he presses his ear on the surface of the door and wonders why it’s so quiet inside. Surely it isn’t over? It’s way too early, even if it’s midnight. They’re a bunch of college guys - athletes at that. They should have the endurance that fits their bodies.
He tries to ring the doorbell again, until he remembers that Mino also typed the passcode for his door on the group chat - just in case. Hoping he isn’t overstepping his bounds, he types in the combination and pushes the door open.
The sight of the living room leaves him slack jawed. There are bottles of every kind scattered on the floor, on the couches, even near where he stands by the door. There are empty wrappers and plates everywhere, and to say that the place looks like a storm passed through wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
The apartment space is huge for just one person (Seungyoon recalls Mino mentioning he lives by himself) but he should have known Mino is loaded judging by his choice of car alone. Not a lot of college students drive expensive Audis to school.
But the biggest shock to Seungyoon is that no one is there - which means the party is over and he really shouldn’t be standing inside someone else’s house anymore without permission. It’s disappointing; Seungyoon was weirdly looking forward to hanging out with the team, and if he’s going to be honest - seeing Mino and interacting with him in a setting that doesn’t have to involve Mino listing down his chores for the day.
Right when he’s convinced himself he should leave before Mino sees him, Seungyoon hears a loud bang and jumps in place, almost knocking some bottles back. He sees a door wide open and Seunghoon coming out nearly unconscious, his arm draped over Mino’s shoulders who’s covered in sweat. It looks like they’re coming out from a bathroom.
“Man, get it together!” Mino says through gritted teeth as he hoists Seunghoon up, clamps his waist against his while Seunghoon keeps trying to get away, talking jibberish.
Seungyoon clears his throat and Mino turns to look. Seunghoon almost slips when Mino straightens up, eyes startled, and Seungyoon is quick to run to where they are, dodging bottles and trash on the floor, and swoops in to grab Seunghoon’s arm.
“Seungyoon,” Mino calls out, looking at him over Seunghoon’s limp neck with creased brows. “What are you doing here?”
Seungyoon tries not to gag when Seunghoon suddenly cocks his head towards him and randomly blows air on his face, which stinks of liquor and vomit. Seunghoon then proceeds to laugh and sing a garbled song Seungyoon is sure doesn’t exist. He never pegged the straitlaced Seunghoon for a bad drunk. It’s kind of cute, actually.
“There’s a party, you invited me.”
“No, I mean… oh yeah, I forgot to text you. The neighbors complained so the guys had to leave. They’re in some noraebang now, I think,” Mino frowns. “As you can see, I couldn’t leave.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude in like this.”
“It’s okay. Just help me get him to the room,” Mino tells him and proceeds to drag the still-singing Seunghoon to one of the rooms. Seungyoon complies - he doesn’t have much of a choice - but he has plenty of experience assisting pissed drunk friends to know the responsible drinker doesn’t deserve to suffer the consequences of the reckless one’s antics alone.
They push him onto the bed (or more like shove him) and Seunghoon makes a ‘whee’ sound as if he’s in some amusement park ride. Seungyoon laughs when Seunghoon begins to roll around the bed, but stops when he sees Mino give him a glare. That’s when Seungyoon spots some icky residue on Mino’s shirt.
“Oh wow,” Seungyoon bites the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing. “He threw up on you.”
“No shit.” Mino tugs the edge of his tee and pulls it up over his head. Seungyoon’s eyes land on his bare torso, involuntarily sucking in his lower lip as he traces the lines of Mino’s abs. He looks away as soon as Mino’s head comes into view. “Can you watch him for a bit? I’m just gonna change.”
“Y-yeah, sure.”
Seungyoon sighs when Mino steps out, then looks at Seunghoon with amusement. “Hey cap, how much did you drink exactly?”
“Threeeeee,” Seunghoon slurs, holding up five fingers. Seungyoon laughs and moves to take off Seunghoon’s shoes. He can’t believe the mighty captain of Yonsei’s basketball team is the cute type of drunk.
“Kang-ster manager?” Seunghoon starts to say.
“Me?” Seungyoon smiles, chucking one of his shoes to the side. “Is that what you call me behind my back? Tss. At least it’s witty.”
“You… you good guy yes?”
“Well, seeing as I’m helping you out even when you hate me, that makes me pretty decent.” Seungyoon steps back and watches as Seunghoon writhe some more, wondering why he’s even making conversation with someone who won’t remember anything the next day. He considers taking a video of this hilarity - for future use, you never know when a video for blackmail can be handy (also who would have thought the intimidating captain of the basketball team is like a baby when he’s drunk) - but decides against it.
“Good,” Seunghoon beams at him then shoots up from the bed, startling Seungyoon when he grabs a fistful of his shirt and tugs him down. “Mino. Song… Song… my best friend. You know what?”
The stench coming from his breath makes Seungyoon draw back, but Seunghoon’s grip is ironclad. Even when he’s inebriated, he’s still too strong.
“Kept begging me,” Seunghoon continues. “Begging begging to make him your boss aish that bastard! What assistant captain does crap a freshman can do, oh? Just for Kang-ster manager,” he stabs Seungyoon’s chest with a finger repeatedly. “He’s crazy, right? Psshh embarrassing, that Song Song crazy over-”
“Lee Seunghoon,” Mino’s voice fills the room and Seunghoon releases Seungyoon with a giggle and flops back to the bed. He grabs a pillow and snuggles next to it with a smile on his face.
What the. Seungyoon stands there baffled, making sense of what he just heard, while Mino walks up to him with an alarmed look on his face.
“I… I think I like Cap like this,” Seungyoon stammers and Mino cracks a sheepish smile.
They stand in silence, and Seungyoon recalls all those times he thought he saw Mino looking at him, really looking at him - at the locker room, on the court. Those times he thought Mino was leaning too close, being too touchy. Not to mention how in the last game, Mino kept glancing at him whenever he sinks a basket, as if he was watching for Seungyoon’s reaction.
Seungyoon never thought much of his behavior, never even entertained the thought, because come on, there’s no fucking way Mino could like him in that way! Is he even gay?
But Mino’s body language right now screams embarrassment, and Seungyoon could swear he’s not making eye contact. Does that mean…?
“You should go,” Mino’s voice wavers, Seungyoon notices. “They’re probably still at the noraebang,” he anxiously takes his phone from his pocket. “Where did they say they were? Ahh, these punks shouldn’t get too drunk though.”
“What makes you think I came here to hang out with them?”
Damn. Maybe it’s the alcohol in his system to blame for this sudden brazenness, or maybe it’s the possibility that holy shit, maybe this wasn’t one-sided after all? Because Seungyoon will have to dig his own grave first before he can convince anyone that he’s not a little crazy over Song Mino.
“Did you come for the booze?”
“Maybe,” Seungyoon shrugs. “Or something more intoxicating.”
Mino’s gaze changes into something more intense, and Seungyoon could feel the shift in the atmosphere. His heartbeat quickens, and he realizes with a jolt, the desire coursing through his veins.
Maybe it isn’t just the alcohol. All this time, he’s been repressing his attraction for Mino, even when it’s screaming at him in the face. And it’s all surging back now - potent and powerful. Fuck. It’s been a while since Seungyoon lost control and he’d really, really like to lose it with Mino right now.
“Kang Seungyoon,” Mino starts, his voice more urgent. Seungyoon spots the small smile on his mouth while he speaks. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now.”
“I don’t know about basketball but this is one game I’m good at,” Seungyoon snaps back, going for suave, even though his whole body is trembling with anticipatioin he feels like he’s such a dork right now. He hopes Mino doesn’t see through his act.
As if his hands move on their own, Seungyoon shrugs off his jacket - and observes the way Mino is hypnotized by the movement. The look on his eyes alone sends heat down Seungyoon’s spine and he could already feel his pants tighten.
“Shit,” Mino curses. “Don’t do this.”
“Why the hell not?” Okay now he’s just being impatient, or horny, or both.
“I was gonna wait,” Mino swallows nervously, and Seungyoon finds it so hot and cute at the same time he doesn’t think he can wait any longer. “Wait until you’re not the manager anymore. So it’s not inappropriate.”
Seungyoon lets out a frustrated sigh. “You’re way too proper, Mino.”
They both don’t move, but Seungyoon couldn’t just stand there, feet away from Mino and not do anything. He’s way too aroused to walk away from this, especially when he could tell Mino wants it just as much.
“Okay, how about this: a preview?” Seungyoon suggests, taking one step. Mino tenses. “Or in basketball terms, a warm up game?”
Mino’s eyes glint at that and Seungyoon takes that as a positive sign. Before Mino could even have a chance to disagree, Seungyoon takes the remaining steps towards him, pushes him onto the wall with a thud, lips crashing on Mino’s mouth. And he tastes just like Seungyoon imagined - sweet, maybe a hint of bitter from the beer he’s consumed - but delicious all the same. Mino kisses him back just as eagerly, his arms circling his waist before his hands grab Seungyoon’s ass. Seungyoon gasps (and makes a mental note to thank Jinwoo for the jeans, pats himself on the back for ignoring Taehyun’s suggestion completely). He licks into Mino’s mouth, allowing himself to get lost in the heat because he’s fucking making out with the hottest guy on the basketball team and this feels like heaven and hell at the same time.
When he pulls away, they’re both panting, eyes filled with dark lust. “We should move,” Mino suggests, taking a glance at the bed. “I really don’t wanna do this in front of Seunghoon.”
“You’re right,” Seungyoon replies, not taking his eyes off Mino’s swollen mouth. He swoops in for another kiss before he pulls back, grabs Mino’s hand and stalks off towards the door.
Seungyoon doesn’t know which room they ended up in, or who made the move first. It could have been him who pushed Mino onto the bed, or Mino who pulled him down but he’s suddenly on top of Mino, straddling him and getting rid of his shirt with the giddiness of a five year old at the sight of candy. Eye candy. Seungyoon stares at Mino’s toned muscles for a few seconds, silently thanking the universe for this moment, then dips his head to kiss him again. Mino’s hands are kneading at his hips, fingering the waistband of his jeans in a teasing way that sends heat right to his cock. Feeling stuffy, Seungyoon chucks his shirt altogether and delights in the way Mino eyes him with desire.
“Fuck you’re so hot,” Mino says before he flips him over, and then starts a blazing trail of kisses from Seungyoon’s jaw, to his throat to his chest. Seungyoon groans when Mino’s tongue circles a nipple, before he sucks on it with hunger. His fingers thread through Mino’s hair, pulling and pushing him down where Seungyoon needs him the most.
Mino gets the message and unclasps his belt, unzips his jeans while raining wet kisses just below Seungyoon’s belly button. Seungyoon cants his hips up as Mino tugs down his underwear impatiently. His eyes roll back when he feels Mino’s lips on his cock, hot and wet and dizzying. He doesn’t even have time to react to Mino tonguing his slit when nearly all of his length is inside Mino’s mouth and Mino’s sucking, lapping, licking like he’s been hungry for Seungyoon’s cock all this time.
“Shit, Mino, shit!” Seungyoon thinks he’s going crazy. The image of Mino’s head bobbing up and down while he feasts on him is enough to send him over the edge, but Mino just has to glance at him with a naughty, smug look and fuck if Seungyoon can last this.
“Let me… do you, too…” Seungyoon begs, but Mino shakes his head and mumbles no, his throat vibrating and pushing Seungyoon to moan so loud he thinks he might wake up the entire building if Mino continues this.
Mino shifts slightly and Seungyoon notices him slide a hand inside his own jeans. When Mino’s cock springs free, Seungyoon tries to reach for it, but Mino swats his hand away, simultaneously pushing himself down on Seungyoon’s dick, the tip touching Mino’s throat. Seungyoon fists the sheets, near tears as Mino strokes himself while giving Seungyoon the best head of his life.
Seungyoon comes inside Mino’s mouth, body writhing and energy spent - when he’s done nothing but lie there as Mino does all the work. He tries to reach for Mino again who’s still pumping his own cock but Mino steps away.
“Touch yourself,” Mino commands, and Seungyoon kicks the rest of his jeans off, pulls his knees together. He puts two fingers in his mouth slowly, watching Mino’s lips part in arousal. Then his hand travel down to his ass, teasing his own hole with his wet fingers. Mino’s face scrunches in desire, but when he tries to inch in, Seungyoon puts his other hand up. Two can play this game. Seungyoon refuses to lose this one. He presses the tip of his finger inside and Mino mumbles a cuss as he hastens his pumps.
“Do you really want to wait?” Seungyoon asks, about to go crazy because he wants nothing more than to have Mino inside him right now.
But Mino grunts, reaching his own climax and coming all over his sheets. His head hangs limp. “Yes,” Mino groans. “I need to win that championship before I can have you.”
Seungyoon straightens up, brows creased. “Huh?”
“I need that trophy, Seungyoon,” Mino pants, coming down from his high. He pushes himself to sit next to Seungyoon and places a kiss on his cheek. “I need to concentrate,” Mino explains. “And if I think about how I can finally fuck you when I win that championship, just imagine how much I’m going to work for it. So I need you not to give it to me until I win. Okay?”
Seungyoon stares at him bewildered. “Hey. I’m going to suffer until you give it to me, too! What’s in it for me?”
“Me.” Mino smiles, pulling him in for another kiss. Seungyoon thinks it’s funny and only a little embarrassing how his stomach can still flutter like this after coming so hard. Mino draws back and plays with Seungyoon’s fringe before patting his head. “And besides, it’s the least you can do as a lousy manager. You’re finally going to do something that will contribute to our victory.”
“You’re kind of an asshole,” Seungyoon snorts.
Mino extends a hand, grinning. “Welcome to the team.”
Seungyoon thinks he’s going to lose his voice before this game is over. His precious voice he deems is his most valuable possession - so much so that he doesn’t drink coffee, doesn’t eat a lot of sweets, and prefers lukewarm beer over ice cold ones just to take care of it. But here he is, screaming his brains out, straining his throat, when that ugly dude from Seoul National University intentionally pushes Seunghoon while he attempts an alley-oop, and their poor captain ends up shoved in the sidelines.
“Number nineteen you better watch your back I’m going to hunt you down after this game, you fucker!” Seungyoon yells over the thundering boos of the crowd.
“Hey,” one of the players, Jaehyung, elbows him. “You’re not supposed to do that; you’ll get the team in trouble.”
“Oh who cares, it’s my last day,” Seungyoon waves him off, eyes on Mino as he helps Seunghoon up. Seungyoon smiles - gosh he’s such a sweetheart really - how perfect is he? Seunghoon limps a little but throws a thumbs up to the crowd.
“Yes, that’s our strong captain Lee Seunghoon! YOU CAN’T BRING US DOWN!”
If last month, anybody told Seungyoon he’ll be this invested in a game where guys run around after an orange ball, he’d have laughed in his face. Quite hysterically, too. But sometimes things don’t turn out the way you want them, and sometimes things turn out for the better.
They were down by five points coming into the fourth quarter and now with barely five minutes left, the other team is still leading by two points. Seungyoon hasn’t sat down since halftime, nervous and jittery and pumped up all at once.
The last two weeks have been absolute torture for him, what with seeing Mino everyday, seeing Mino sweat, flex his muscles, be in his element, and seeing Mino want him just as much but never being able to go there. Not even their incredibly hot, stolen make out sessions inside Mino’s car, at the locker room, at the shower room (there was one close call three days ago after they lost the last game and Mino really wanted it bad - but Seungyoon had enough restraint to stop it) can quench the thirst. As the days go by, his hunger for Mino just grows, and he knows that after this game, the waiting would have been worth it.
Coach Han calls for a time out, and the Yonsei cheerleaders take to the center court. The players rush to the huddle, and Seungyoon moves swiftly, passing them drinks and towels. He settles behind Mino and drapes a towel around his neck.
“Are you okay?” Seungyoon whispers, dabbing the edge of the towel over Mino’s nape. He’s panting - he hasn’t asked for a substitute since second quarter and his left wrist has been acting up after he took a bad fall earlier.
“Yeah,” he tries for a smile, but Seungyoon could sense the strain in his voice. Mino is exhausted.
Seungyoon looks around and presses closer so he’s covering Mino, and when the others are busy listening to Coach Han explain the next play, Seungyoon slips a hand under and squeezes Mino’s ass. Mino shudders and turns to him with surprised eyes.
“Just a little more,” Seungyoon whispers, intentionally lowering his tone. “I don’t fuck losers so you better win this.”
Mino playfully pushes him off. “Are you kidding me? I need to concentrate on the game right now!”
“Motivation babe,” Seungyoon winks, and Mino could only shake his head in disbelief before diving back into the huddle.
“Kang Seungyoon! I saw that!”
He looks up and sees Jinwoo waving a Yonsei flaglet from the stands. Taehyun trails behind, growling at the people they pass who tell him off for blocking their view.
“What the hell guys, you’re late!” Seungyoon yells. “The game’s almost over!”
“We’re only here for the college girls,” Jinwoo yells back, cupping his hands to form a circle over his mouth. “They’re going to need a shoulder to cry on if Yonsei loses, they’re going to need a celebration buddy if Yonsei wins. Who gives a shit about the game?”
“Great sense of school spirit!”
“You’re not the only one getting some ass tonight!”
Seungyoon laughs and turns back to the court when he hears the horn. Nerves start to creep up when Yonsei takes their position under the ring. It’s Seoul National’s possession, but if there’s one thing Yonsei is the best at - it’s defense. And it’s mostly thanks to the sexy power forward he’s dating who’s known for his blocks and rebounds. Yes, Seungyoon shamelessly looked up his specs - hey, there’s nothing wrong with taking an interest in the interests of the man you’re interested in. Besides, Mino already promised he’ll start listening to One Ok Rock.
The crowd starts to chant the Yonsei fight song and Seungyoon sings along as time ticks by, no points made so far. The other team is being sloppy, and there’s been several turnovers for Yonsei, but Yonsei isn’t sinking the shots they need, too.
As the clock winds down, Seungyoon clasps his hands together, watching their point guard, Chanhyuk, drive the ball towards their half of the court. Fifteen seconds left, and Chanhyuk is still dribbling, trying to find the opening.
Ten seconds. Seungyoon is about to wet his fucking pants, but in a swift move, Mino covers the man handling Seunghoon and Seunghoon runs outside the three point arc in time for Chanhyuk to lose the player guarding him with a fake pass to Jaehyung. Chanhyuk passes the ball to Seunghoon.
Five seconds. Seunghoon takes the shot.
The sound of the buzzer fills the stadium and it’s nothing but net. Lee Seunghoon, who’s going to be this year’s MVP once again, sinks the three points.
Yonsei wins the championship. 102 - 101.
Seungyoon is up in the air, jumping like his life depends on it. And next thing he knows, he’s being pushed to the center of the court, pressed against sweaty limbs of the players as deafening cheers and screams fill his ears. In the chaos, he finds Mino - who’s wrapped in a hug with Seunghoon. They lock eyes and Mino grins. Seungyoon’s breath hitches at the sight. He looks so happy, and he knows he finds Mino sexy and fuckable but damn he thinks he’s really falling for him now.
And he can’t freaking believe he’s so happy about a basketball game. What kind of fuckery? Seungyoon laughs at himself and tries not to dwell on that, rather focuses on the way Mino is shouldering his way through the players to get to where he’s standing.
Mino stops in front of him and Seungyoon feels strangely like the protagonist in a cheesy college flick. But he doesn’t hate it. Despite the pandemonium, he only sees Mino and his crooked, sexy smile.
“Don’t forget my prize,” Mino says as he curls a hand around Seungyoon’s.
Seungyoon nods, a dizzying excitement taking over him. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about, champ.”
“Do you have any idea how much I jerked off to the thought of fucking you?” Mino coos against Seungyoon’s neck, making every single nerve in his body stand at attention. He wants to tell Mino that he’s probably done dirtier things to himself at the thought of Mino fucking him senseless, but he doesn’t and just lets Mino believe he’s the one who wants him more.
“Are you going to keep talking or do I have to-“ Seungyoon is cut short when Mino captures his lips in a hungry kiss and Seungyoon lets out a groan when Mino palms his erection above the fabric of his jeans, in rhythm with his tongue darting in and out of Seungyoon’s mouth. Mino kisses like a rockstar - confident and teasing - and he absolutely loves every second of it. But right now, there are more pressing needs Mino has to satisfy after holding out this long.
Seungyoon doesn’t wait for Mino’s lead and lifts his hips off the bed, simultaneously pushing Mino up. Seungyoon tugs down his jeans without unbuttoning (one of the best perks of being skinny) and his cock pops out, red and leaking and seeking attention - which Mino immediately gives when his hand encloses around it.
“Impatient, are we?” Mino grins as he gives it one pump, enough to make Seungyoon throw his head back. He thinks back to the time Mino gave him the most mindblowing blowjob of his life and bites down on his lip, straddled between the pleasure of Mino’s touch and the pain that Mino isn’t touching him enough.
“Fuck you, I’ve waited so long for this,” Seungyoon manages to say between gritted teeth, jerking his hip up to add more friction between his dick and Mino’s hand.
“Answer my question first,” Mino says, stroking Seungyoon’s cock so painfully slow Seungyoon thinks he might cry from the frustration. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you?”
“I don’t know, a month? Since the party? Have you always been this talkative?”
“Wrong and wrong,” Mino answers, tracing the tip of his nose along Seungyoon’s jaw line before biting on his earlobe. “Four months ago. When I saw you at Byblos for the first time.”
That definitely caught Seungyoon’s attention and he turns to Mino with a cocked brow. “Are you serious?”
“Uh huh,” Mino kisses the top of Seungyoon’s nose, a gesture so sweet but it sends his cock just ticking some more. “You play a mean game of billiards. And don’t think I didn’t notice you kept looking at me, too. But you never came over. It was disappointing.”
Mino then proceeds to suck on the sensitive area under Seungyoon’s ear and his hands circle around Mino’s neck on instinct. “Don't be too impressed, it's the only sport I'm good at. You’re punishing me, aren’t you?”
Mino’s chuckle cuts through the silence of the room. “Just making the most out of this, Seungyoon. Like I said, I’ve waited longer than you.” Before Seungyoon could protest again, Mino pushes himself up to get rid of his pants in a stealthy move.
“Well fuck,” Seungyoon says as Mino’s cock pops out, all swollen and tempting and he’s never wanted anything in him more.
Mino mirrors the lust in his face and quickly moves to get the lube from his night stand. Seungyoon watches, open-mouthed, as Mino coats his fingers and moves to hover over him. He kisses Seungyoon, and he could tell how desperate Mino is for his tongue, for his mouth. He jolts when he feels Mino’s finger press over his entrance, circles it teasingly before plunging one inside bit by bit. Seungyoon makes strangled noises in his throat, and Mino kisses him deeper and fondles his member with his other hand to distract Seungyoon from the pain.
Seungyoon’s whole body reacts to every bit of Mino, to his low grunts, to his smell, to his ministration, and soon the pain is replaced by sweltering need. Mino inserts another finger, and then another, pumping in and out them slowly, curling them up and hitting Seungyoon just right to making him start yelling his name.
“Mino, fuck, I need you inside. God, just give it to me, please,” Seungyoon pleads, and Mino positions himself between Seungyoon’s legs. Seungyoon nearly passes out from the pleasure when Mino fills him up inch by inch. And when he’s fully sheathed inside, Mino pauses to wait for Seungyoon to adjust to his size. He trails kisses along Seungyoon’s collarbone in the meantime, and when Seungyoon nods, Mino pulls out before sinking in again, this time with more force that leaves Seungyoon frenzied.
Mino thrusts in and out in a calculated pace and Seungyoon is shuddering as both their grunts fill the room, Seungyoon’s hands running over every inch of Mino’s muscled back. Mino lifts Seungyoon’s leg up over his shoulder and angles himself as he propels again, and Seungyoon sees stars when he hits the spot repeatedly without mercy. The heat that’s been steadily climbing inside Seungyoon, spreading down his spine, his limbs, down to his toes, become more intense, exhilarating. Mino’s speed becomes erratic and they’re both making incoherent sounds at this point, lost in their shared pleasure.
Seungyoon could feel himself reaching his peak, and not a moment too soon, he stills, comes and pulses all over his stomach with a choked sob. He clenches around Mino’s cock who lets out another groan, but he’s not done yet. He keeps fucking into Seungyoon, but Seungyoon is too sensitive he pushes him back. “Come in my mouth,” he commands, and turns over, on his hands and knees. Seungyoon wraps a hand around Mino’s cock and guides him in.
“Fuck,” Mino’s eyes roll back when he enters Seungyoon’s hot mouth. Seungyoon relaxes his jaw and dips his face so Mino can thrust inside him without trouble. When Mino sees this, he strokes Seungyoon’s cheek. “Are you sure?”
Seungyoon only hums in response and he could feel Mino’s whole body twitch. Mino’s hand comes up to his hair and grips it as he begins pumping inside his mouth. Seungyoon sucks it in, cheeks hollowed out and airtight. Mino tastes fucking amazing, and Seungyoon wonders if he’ll ever get enough of this. Mino mumbles garbled curses and after just a few pumps, he shoots his hot load in his throat.
Seungyoon licks every last drop and they collapse on the bed. Seungyoon limps over Mino, panting. Holy shit. Is sex this good? Seungyoon doesn’t remember sex being this good. But maybe it’s because it’s Mino - and fuck if sex with Mino feels this great then he might have a problem keeping his hands off him.
He sighs and rests his head over Mino’s chest as he comes down from his high, the furious beat of Mino’s heart nothing short of calming. He feels Mino press his lips over his head, while his hand wraps around him protectively.
“That was amazing,” Mino’s voice slices through the silence, and Seungyoon smiles against his slick skin.
“Better than winning a championship?” He lifts his head to see Mino looking at him tenderly.
“Let’s not get too cocky,” Mino scoffs.
Seungyoon props himself on one elbow, pretending to look offended as he studies Mino’s gorgeous face. He can’t believe there would ever be a time he’ll be thankful to have the friends he has. Maybe he should keep Taehyun and Jinwoo, after all. Or maybe now is the time to ditch them because he already has Mino.
“Don’t get me wrong. I like you, Kang Seungyoon,” Mino says, his gaze endearingly sincere as he brings a hand up to brush Seungyoon’s hair. “I don’t know about basketball championships, but I do feel like a winner to have you.”
Seungyoon smiles, how can he not, and he leans in, bringing their lips together. He kisses Mino slowly, sweetly, just enough to convey he feels exactly the same way.
"That's good enough for me."