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Assistant: Title: cut-off
        Author: xmhgri xmhgri 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Because Joshua never got like this. Not in front of anyone as of late. He was always so soft spoken (other than when he argues with Seungcheol and Seungkwan), and almost always kept himself in check. And yet here he was, still reeling from the aftereffects from the recording buzzed, flushed and grinding into Minghao’s lap like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth.So, Minghao decided to indulge him. A little. Maybe for his own sick satisfaction as well.
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              Because Joshua never got like this. Not in front of anyone as of late. He was always so soft spoken (other than when he argues with Seungcheol and Seungkwan), and almost always kept himself in check. And yet here he was, still reeling from the aftereffects from the recording buzzed, flushed and grinding into Minghao’s lap like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth.So, Minghao decided to indulge him. A little. Maybe for his own sick satisfaction as well.
            
        

        
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      this is definitely very repetitive and i f@ck@d up some details regarding scheduling wise but whatever this is fic is just me projecting how i feel about joshuaenjoy soggy joshy
    

    
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          Minghao had always prided himself on his restraint. He knew his body well enough, and despite the enjoyment that comes with drinking, it never really ended well for him. Now, he was the type to sip water between shots, play along with the others, and stay just sober enough to herd the others back to the vans. Tonight though, he didn’t need to herd anyone. The shoot had been small. Just him, Joshua, and two overenthusiastic hosts with a drinking problem.Minghao winced as Joshua rolled onto his stomach onto Minghao’s (already decided) hotel bed. He’s going to press the phone receiver up to Joshua’s mouth and explain to the poor hotel staff he vomited on his sheets and needs a new set, drunk or not. It’s not Minghao’s problem.That’s what Minghao tells himself, at least.And now, he finds himself moving Joshua’s body (when the hell did he get so  big ?) sideways, despite what he tells himself. He just doesn’t want an attempted murder charge on his head, is all.“You wanna hear something funny,” Joshua hiccupped, “It’s about ‘cheol. ” He laughed, absolutely delighted with himself, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy from everything he had consumed on set. His legs dangled off the side still, socked toes wiggling absently, like the memory had sparked something silly in his body."God, I shouldn’t be saying this," Joshua continued, which of course means he absolutely  will, even if Minghao told him no, he didn’t want to hear anything funny. "He’s got this thing—"Minghao turned his head, side eyeing him with a grin he couldn’t stop spreading, "This could be anything.""No, no,  listen —" Joshua wheezed, his words slur together just enough to make them feel like they're falling off a cloud, "He watches those motivational gym reels before practice. Like, seriously. Gets all pumped up like he’s gonna fight a someone or something."Minghao snorted,  "You mean those same ones that sound annoyingly corny?""Yes! And he talks to himself," Joshua giggled, nearly bouncing on the mattress, "Like—like like full on pep talk. ‘You got this, ‘cheol. You  are  the weight. The weight is  you.’ I caught him doing it once and he tried to blame it on a podcast.""Oh my god."He thought Joshua would end it there, but no, the menace kept going. Minghao wondered if Joshua would accidentally spill Minghao’s own secret because it didn’t even look like Joshua was looking at him while he was leaking all of this.“Minghao. Minghao.”Minghao turned and paused at the sight of Joshua’s eyes that were half lidded and glazed with tipsy affection. “Did you know…” Joshua’s voice dropped, “Mingyu keeps a  diary.”“Not surprised.”“And he calls it his  Gratitude Journal. But he hides it in his  sock drawer, underneath a pack of condoms and a sealed nourishing face mask.”Minghao raised a brow, “Those two things together are concerning.”Joshua snorted, “He’s prepared for anything.”They both laughed, the kind of laugh that doesn’t shake the room but settles into the chest like a slow burn. Minghao took a seat on the edge of the bed, just watching Joshua melt deeper into the sheets.“You’re not gonna move to your bed, are you?”Joshua reached for Minghao’s arm, tugged weakly until Minghao gave in and let himself fall back onto the bed with him. Joshua immediately curled his head onto his lap, cheek pressing against Minghao’s thigh, sighing in contentment.“This okay?” he mumbled.Minghao let out a breath, a huff, snorting at the honesty Joshua was basically oozing, “Yeah. It’s okay.”It was silent for a bit, not uncomfortable, never uncomfortable with Joshua. Joshua’s hand rested over Minghao’s thighs by his own head, fingers splaying lightly like it was second nature. His voice dropped, a bit softer now.“Thanks for taking care of me tonight.”“I didn’t really do anything.”“You didn’t have to. That’s kind of the point.”Minghao looked down on his lap, meeting Joshua’s gaze. There was something fragile behind the drunken sparkle now, something that Minghao didn’t want to point out, even so close like this. “I like that you're still here, even when I’m like this.”“I don’t want to be the cause of your death because you drowned in your own puke,” Minghao huffed and dragged his hand through Joshua’s hair,  “...and that’s because I like you.  Even when you’re like this.”Joshua’s eyes widened slightly, and his smile shifted, with the audacity to act shy now, touched with something more than tipsy giggles, “I might remember that when i wake up.”“Hmm,” Minghao thought out loud, “I highly doubt it.”And when Joshua leaned in, breath warm and soft and barely there, Minghao met him halfway just out of respect. Maybe. Just one kiss. Maybe two.Minghao leaned forward, capturing Joshua’s lips with his own, the angle was still weird, borderline annoying, with Joshua’s head on Minghao’s lap, but yet it made it nonetheless better. Joshua made a surprised noise, curling into the kiss like he’d been waiting all night for it. Their mouths moved together lazily, unhurried but Joshua; still  needy , all tongue (a bit too much for Minghao’s liking) and pleased sighs. Joshua’s fingers curled into Minghao’s shirt like he was trying to pull him down more and closer, holding him down as if he would float away.It wasn’t perfect by any means. It was rushed, clumsy, wet and too fast. Joshua tasted like summer and mint and slurred secrets, while Minghao still had half a foot planted on the floor like he wasn’t sure if this was a dream.But when Joshua sighed into his mouth then clumsily pulled himself up and somehow managed to not fall off the bed (partially thanks to Minghao holding him steady), he swung a leg over Minghao’s hips, and perched in his lap like it was the most natural thing.“God,” Minghao huffed, his hands twitched while gently settled on Joshua’s hips as if he didn’t know if he should jokingly push him off, or hold him tighter, “I’m surprised you didn’t fall over.”Joshua giggled as he pressed his forehead against Minghao’s, “You’re like…a big sturdy tree,” he whispered. It felt like a secret between them. Something only Joshua would admit like this, against Minghao’s lips, on his lap, “I feel better around you, less of feeling like I’m going to fall.”Oh. Well okay. Something fluttered in Minghao’s stomach, he let it stew inside him because he couldn’t help himself  by leaning in and kissing again at a better angle now, thankfully, now accompanied by roaming hands and Joshua’s giggles occasionally cutting through the heat in a way that made it all feel more intimate than it really should.Joshua’s thighs squeezed around Minghao’s hips as he rolled down against him, breaths stuttering with each lazy grind of his…very obvious excitement against Minghao’s abdomen shamelessly. His forehead pressed against Minghao’s, sweaty strands of hair clinging to both their skin, his lips parting in shallow pants that turned high and desperate when Minghao shifted daringly, just enough to make him feel it more. Just enough to let him feel something."Ah …feels good," Joshua’s head dropped down to Minghao’s shoulder as he whined, into the junction of Minghao’s jaw and neck, the sound going straight to his stomach.“You look so good like this,” Minghao couldn't help but huff in amusement. His hands traced the outline of Joshua’s waist as he held him, and he could practically feel the heat radiating off of Joshua. “You want it this bad, hyung?”Joshua nodded quickly, too far gone to pretend otherwise. He dragged his hips down again, rutting messily against his thin shorts he’d messily put on after getting back from the recording. “Yeah….” he breathed, his voice cracking on the last syllable, which made it all the more endearing to Minghao, “but it’s not enough.”That made Minghao pause, raising his eyebrow just barely, yet fond as he looked down at the flushed mess in his lap. Joshua’s lashes were wet, his cheeks a cute shade of red, and his mouth; kiss bruised and needy, opened again like he had more to say but didn’t know how.“It’s not?” Minghao teased, “what more could you possibly want, ‘shua?”Joshua let out a pitiful sound, half whimper, half sexual frustration, as his fingers tightening in the fabric of Minghao’s shirt as if that could pull them closer, “I don’t care. Just….touch me more.”Minghao gave a hum of mock thoughtfulness, letting his hands slide down to Joshua’s waist and gripping him firmly there, stilling his movements, “You’re so needy tonight,” he murmured, but there was no real scolding in it. If anything, he sounded impressed. In awe, if you would.Because Joshua  never  got like this. Not in front of anyone as of late. He was always so soft spoken (other than when he argues with Seungcheol and Seungkwan), and almost always kept himself in check. And yet here he was, still reeling from the aftereffects from the recording buzzed, flushed and grinding into Minghao’s lap like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth.So, Minghao decided to indulge him. A little. Maybe for his own sick satisfaction as well.With a knowing grin, Minghao tilted his hips up once, painstakingly slow and tortuous, and the way Joshua choked on a gasp was nothing short of delicious.“Oh,” Minghao said, tilting his head and cooing into Joshua’s neck, “That’s  what you wanted?”Joshua shivered as his arms tightened around Minghao’s shoulders, and tried to rub down and grind against him again with more pressure. The friction of fabric against fabric only multiplied the desperation; too little and yet almost too much. Minghao could feel Joshua’s c@ck straining beneath his shorts, the heat seeping through both layers of clothing. Minghao would never admit it, but he was headed in the same direction as Joshua if this kept up any longer.“More,” Joshua whined as he writhed pathetically in his lap, “Minghao, please,  please just…f@ck—”“God, you sound wrecked already,” Minghao chuckled softly, threading his fingers through Joshua’s hair and pulling just enough to tilt his head back, “And all I’ve done is let you dry hump me like a desperate thing.”Joshua whimpered again at the words, hips stuttering as if the teasing alone was enough to unravel him. Minghao wanted more. He wanted to pull every single pretty noise out of Joshua’s mouth and savor it for eternity. “You like being talked to like that?” Minghao mused. He kissed the corner of Joshua’s open mouth, then dragged his lips along his jaw, his voice hushed, “Like being called out for how needy you are?”Joshua only nodded (yes or no? Minghao will find out later), gasping when Minghao ground up again, slow but with intention this time. Minghao’s own c@ck was hard too now, he couldn’t pretend otherwise, but there was something so irresistibly addictive about seeing Joshua fall apart from this. From just this. Clothes still on, skin flushed, bodies rolling together on hotel sheets that still smelled faintly of laundry detergent and studio makeup.“Not enough,” Joshua whispered again, and Minghao just laughed.A quiet, hushed chuckle full of disbelief and something far more affectionate underneath it. He kissed Joshua once more, and murmured against his lips:“Then keep going. Show me how much more you need.”Joshua did. Joshua gasped as Minghao’s hips pressed up again, just enough to make his thighs tremble. His hands had wandered beneath Minghao’s shirt now, fingers splayed over the soft skin of his back like he needed to feel  all  of him, like he was clinging to something slipping fast, like Joshua himself would slip from reality if he let go.Minghao exhaled, long and measured. It wasn’t that he wasn’t enjoying it, (God, he  was) but the sight of Joshua like this, so unusually undone, unravelling, made something ache deep inside his chest.He leaned back just enough to get a proper look.Joshua's cheeks were flushed crimson, lips bitten pink and trembling with every pant. His hips wouldn’t stop moving, grinding down like his body had taken over the moment his pride went out the window. It was overwhelming… and rare. This kind of vulnerability, this lack of control….Joshua never handed that to anyone.Minghao softened just a little.“…You’re really this worked up?” he murmured. He let one hand settle low, guiding Joshua’s hips down against him again, stifling his own groan of relief, “Just from kissing me?”Joshua shuddered and nodded, one hand fisting in Minghao’s shirt from the inside like a lifeline, “Mmm — don’t make fun of me…”“I’m not,” Minghao said, amused and impossibly fond, “I’m just impressed.”And then gently, as if he was handling something fragile, he guided Joshua backwards, laying him down on the bed. Joshua blinked up at him, his lips parted like he was about to whine at the loss of contact, but Minghao hovered above him and silenced him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then another to his lips, sealing away any complaints Joshua had on the tip of his tongue.“Shh,” Minghao breathed, “I’ve got you, hyung.”He shifted back, settling between Joshua’s spread legs. With deliberate slowness, he traced the outline around his waist, right where fevered skin met the fabric of his pants. Minghao tugged down at it, then his briefs, and pulled them down inch by inch, watching as Joshua twitched beneath him in anticipation, cheeks burning.Freed from any fabric trapping him, Joshua’s c@ck sprang up, flushed deep red and already leaking, landing against his stomach with a wet, needy slap.Minghao stilled.“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his eyes down slowly, drinking in the sight of Joshua spread open beneath him, “You’re  so  hard, hyung. God.”Joshua’s hand shot up to cover his face with a groan, but Minghao caught his wrist and pulled it away gently. “No, no– don’t hide from me. I like seeing you like this.”His other hand trailed up Joshua’s thigh, relishing in the subtle twitches and whimpers given when his thumb brushed lightly at the crease near his hip. “You’ve been whining for it since we got here,” Minghao went on, almost in awe, “I haven’t even touched you properly.”“Minghao,” Joshua gasped and squirmed against Minghao’s hold, “Please, stop teasing—”Minghao leaned down, his hands holding Joshua’s c@ck with the tips of his fingers, biting down a groan at how  heavy  Joshua’s d@ck was like this. Minghao held eye contact with him as he inhaled the scent of him, then finally licked a slow stripe along the underside of Joshua’s c@ck before breathing against the flushed tip, “Then stop looking so pretty like this.”Joshua let out a sound between a moan and a sob. The sound shot straight through Minghao, straight to his own d@ck straining in his pants and he just smiled wider, hand curling around the base of Joshua’s c@ck.“Now,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip, “Let me take care of you.”Joshua was trembling beneath him, his chest rising in frantic little gasps, hands fisting the sheets so tightly his knuckles had gone white. His c@ck twitched helplessly against Minghao’s hold, flushed and leaking, so swollen Minghao almost felt bad.Almost.He licked a fat, wet stripe up the underside painfully slow, tongue dragging with a heat that made Joshua buck and gasp. Minghao pulled back just to swirl the tip with the flat of his tongue, like he was  tasting him, then closed his lips around it with an obscene little pop. He sucked gently, lips plush and perfect, his cheeks hollowing slightly.Joshua cried out, hips twitching again. Minghao hummed like it was nothing. Grinned inwardly as he acted like he was savoring a d@mn popsicle in summer, not expertly teasing the life out of someone he adored. His head tilted, lips gliding around Joshua’s c@ck with practiced ease, wet sounds filling the room as he bobbed down again, deeper this time. All the way.He didn’t gag. Didn’t even flinch.His lips wrapped around it so nicely, soft and wet and absolutely  perfect  —and he  knew  it.He  knew  what he looked like like this: lashes low, lips stretched around the length of another man’s c@ck, throat bulging just slightly as he swallowed around the pressure. And he knew exactly what it did to the person underneath him.“Minghao—  oh my  God  —please, I can’t—  you’re not playing fair— ”Minghao didn’t reply. He just moaned softly around him and slid back  so slow, letting his lips pop off with a wet, teasing sound, tongue following every inch like it was something sacred.His grip on the base tightened just a little to keep Joshua grounded, but he was already  throbbing, slick with spit and precome, c@ck flushed and twitching under Minghao’s attention.“You taste good,” Minghao murmured, voice low and teasing, lips shiny from spit and more, “No wonder you’re so sensitive.”“Sensitive?  I’m…!” Joshua half laughed, half moaned, as he tossed his head back deeper into the sheets with a whimper, “You’re– it’s… your mouth…”“I know,” Minghao said, grinning as he gave another kitten lick up the underside, “everyone says that.”He leaned down again, eyes still locked with Joshua’s, lips parted just enough to let his tongue peek out teasingly. He licked a stripe up the underside of Joshua’s c@ck so slowly it made the older whimper, the loudest he’s been as his body shivered altogether.Minghao didn’t hold him down. He didn’t have to. Joshua was already holding himself back without having been told to, trembling with restraint, terrified to do anything that might ruin this. And right now, with Joshua panting and gasping and aching for him? He planned to make it worse. Or better. Depends how you would look at it.“Easy,” Minghao assured, as if he was talking to a spooked puppy, his lips ghosted over the tip, “I’ll give it to you. Just not all at once.”He sucked just the head into his mouth, tongue swirling, letting his lips pop off with a wet little sound. Joshua groaned, his thighs twitching under Minghao’s grip. He threw an arm over his face again, red all the way to his ears and this time, it wasn’t the alcohol coloring him.Minghao chuckled, breath warm against the sensitive skin, “Already trying not to come?”Joshua could only nod, speechless. He probably wasn’t even in the right universe with how hard his c@ck was in Minghao’s grip. Minghao grinned, giving it a sharp tug and dragged his thumb over the head of Joshua’s d@ck, a sharp, unrestrained moan eliciting from Joshua’s lips.Minghao kissed down his shaft, along the vein that pulsed under his tongue. He mouthed at the base, nuzzled against it, tongue flicking deliberately  not  where Joshua needed it. Every brush of his lips, every swirl of his tongue was  almost , and that made it worse…so much worse.“Minghao— please, ” Joshua gasped as his legs flexed around Minghao’s neck, as if he was actively trying not to suffocate the other.Minghao finally took him in again, deeper this time. His lips slid smoothly down the length, inch by inch, until Joshua’s c@ck hit the back of his throat, and kept going. No gag or hesitation behind it all. Just a soft hum, the vibrations shooting straight through Joshua’s spine.“God,  ” he sobbed, hips jerking against Minghao’s grip, “I’m gonna—Minghao, ah, I can’t,  please— ”Minghao grinned inwardly. He didn’t speed up, instead, he slowed down. His throat flexed, swallowing around him once before pulling off completely, tongue dragging over the underside with criminal precision.Joshua sounded like he was being tortured, his whole body shuddering, desperate for friction. But Minghao just grinned up at him, lips shiny with both spit and precome, eyes half lidded and smug, “Not yet.” Minghao could feel it; every tremble in Joshua’s thighs, every sharp, breathless whimper punched from his lungs with each teasing swipe of Minghao’s tongue. He looked wrecked. Red from his ears down to his chest, sweat beading along his temples, lips parted in that ruined, desperate shape that made Minghao’s own c@ck ache in his pants.But he didn’t stop. He doesn’t think he could, with Joshua like this already.Not when Joshua sounded like  that.He dragged his tongue along the side of his c@ck again like he was savoring the flavor of a treat he’d been craving all week. He licked all the way down to the base, then kissed his way back up; open mouthed, filthy little kisses that lingered too long. His lips parted to mouth at the flushed, leaking tip like he was kissing Joshua’s  mouth , not his c@ck.He was basically making out with it. Minghao’s lips slid over the slit again, “So pretty,” he murmured, “You always look this good when you’re begging?”Joshua let out a breathless, strangled moan in response, legs twitching. He could barely speak now, already completely at the mercy of Minghao’s mouth.Minghao flattened his tongue against the underside, dragging it slowly, then puckering his lips and sucked at the tip, not enough to take him in again, just enough to make him feel it. Joshua sobbed. Literally sobbed. His hands fisted the sheets like he was praying to a god that wasn’t listening. Or maybe… was  listening too well.He grinned, dragging his bottom lip with his teeth, then kissed Joshua’s c@ck again; this time just below the head, lips soft and plush. He nuzzled into the length, kissed along the side, up and down like he couldn’t decide which part he wanted more.Truthfully… Minghao wanted all of it.He wanted every twitch, every gasp, every broken plea that spilled out of Joshua’s mouth like a confession. He wanted Joshua undone. And he was getting there, fast. “Still not enough?” Minghao asked, his breath ghosting along the spit slicked skin.Joshua looked down at him with his chest heaving, on the verge of tears, “Please,  ‘hao,  f@ck, I— I can’t—”“You still with me, right?” Minghao asked gently, thumb brushing his hip.Joshua nodded weakly, “...Barely.”“Perfect,” Minghao whispered.He took in all of Joshua’s c@ck, swallowing him whole as he watched Joshua’s entire body shudder and bite down a scream. Not loudly, more like a breathless  oh my god , torn from somewhere deep in his chest. His legs trembled violently, and his hands scrambled for anything to hold onto; Minghao’s shoulder, the pillow, the bed frame. All failed.Because Minghao was on a mission now. Holding him down against the mattress as he slid down until his lips were flush with the base, no resistance, no gag; just the wet, obscene sound of Joshua’s c@ck vanishing down his throat in one smooth stroke. Then he  stayed  there. Letting his throat flex and swallow around him, daring Joshua’s hips to twitch, daring him to lose control.He felt the muscles in Joshua’s thighs tense under his palms, and it only made him hum, as if he was testing him.Of course, the vibration made Joshua wail.Minghao eased off just as slowly, his lips dragging up the length, tongue curling and stroking with deadly precision. When only the tip remained in his mouth, Minghao suckled at it like it belonged to him, like he could drink every last noise from Joshua’s throat and still be thirsty.Then, because he was merciless and addicted to it all, he let the tip pop free again, panting softly through swollen lips, a thick string of saliva clinging from his tongue to the flushed head.Joshua was panting like he’d run a mile. Or been through hell. “F@ck,” he choked out, “Minghao, please—I’m so close, I—”Minghao ignored him.He dove back in, dragging his tongue up the entire length before wrapping his lips around it again like he’d  missed  the taste. And maybe he had.Maybe he was addicted.Because maybe he wasn’t just sucking Joshua off,he was devouring him. His hands now held firm at Joshua’s hips, keeping him down and controlled every shuddering buck of his hips. Minghao’s head bobbed in a steady rhythm now, tongue flicking and curling with every pass, wet noises filling the room in between the choked gasps and half sobbed pleas coming from the bed.Joshua was crying. Minghao didn’t even need to look to know, he could feel it. The tension winding tighter and tighter under his fingers, the tiny, desperate sounds slipping past his lips, the way he kept mumbling  please .And Minghao, plump lips red and glistening, jaw slowly feeling sore from it all, was eating it all up. He finally sucked harder. Deeper. And when he moaned low around him again, Joshua screamed for real this time’ legs locking up, stomach seizing, fingers clutching at the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him from floating out of his own skin. Minghao hoped that there wasn’t any other occupied rooms next to them in the hotel they booked for a few hours. “Wait, ‘hao– get  off , I’m gonna—”And Minghao just kept going.Joshua came hard. A drawn out, body wrecking release that had him sobbing out Minghao’s name like it was the only word he still remembered how to say. His back arched, c@ck pulsing against Minghao’s tongue, hot spurts of c@m flooding his mouth, hitting the back of his throat.And Minghao, God, he took it all. He didn’t flinch, didn’t waste a drop.He sucked him through it, tongue swirling lazily as he swallowed, lips sealed tight around the head until Joshua trembled violently beneath him, gasping for air, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks. Only when Joshua gave the faintest, pitiful whimper:  ‘Too much, Minghao, ah, f@ck,  please  —’  did he slowly pull off, letting the softened tip slip from his lips with a wet pop.His mouth was red and shining, cheeks flushed, eyes dark as he licked a droplet from the corner of his mouth, tasting the last of Joshua like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.Staring down at Joshua who looked  wrecked . Legs still spread, trembling. Chest heaving like he couldn’t catch his breath. His lips were parted, and his eyes were glossy, nearly glazed over as he blinked up at Minghao like he was trying to piece himself back together.Minghao’s heart thudded once, hard. Something dark and warm curled tight in his belly. Not just arousal, not just pride, but  possessiveness. That low, territorial buzz that made his fingers twitch, made him want to mark Joshua up again and again, inside and out, until he was too full, too sore, too  f@ck@d  to forget who’d done it to him.“…Can I f@ck you?” Minghao asked, his voice raw and rough from taking in all of Joshua, “Please?”He hadn’t meant to sound that desperate, but the ache in his stomach had turned molten, thick with want. Curled around his spine and clawed up his throat. He didn’t just want to, he  needed  to. After seeing Joshua like this, tasting him, feeling him shake in his mouth, he was starving.Joshua blinked at him, lips parting in borderline disbelief, “...what?”“I need to be inside you,” Minghao whispered, now sitting back up to look at Joshua properly, “Please.”Joshua made a noise, something between a whine and a laugh, and his hand came up to cradle Minghao’s jaw, thumb swiping gently over the corner of his spit slicked mouth.“You’re already asking after turning me into soup?”Minghao blinked, “Soup?”“Yeah,” Joshua huffed, “I’m like, gelatinous now. I melted. You  melted me. ”Minghao grinned, biting back a laugh as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Joshua’s mouth, “So… is that a yes?”Joshua stared at him for a moment, then exhaled a shaky, yet amused laugh. “Yes,” he breathed, “Please. Just… be nice to my soup body.”Minghao snorted, grinning as he started kissing down Joshua’s stomach, pausing only to mouth at the soft curve of his hip, “No promises.”He made his way down with purpose, nudging Joshua’s legs wider with his hands. He kissed along his inner thigh first, wet and open mouthed, tongue trailing after until Joshua’s breath hitched again. Then he settled between his legs and licked a slow, deliberate stripe over his rim.Joshua jerked.A full body tremble, thighs shaking under Minghao’s firm grip, whimpering like he was being tortured, which, in a way, he was. Soft torture. Greatful torture. Wet, sinful, tongue deep torture that had his back arching off the sheets and his brain frying in real time.But even through the haze of overstimulation, his voice cracked out in disbelief:“ Oh my god,  ‘hao, you, you’re– are you actually eating my ass right now?”Minghao snorted into the mess of Joshua’s slick hole, but didn’t lift his head. He just pressed his thumbs deeper into the soft crease of Joshua’s ass, spreading him wider, and groaned. The sound sent a shockwave straight through Joshua’s hips, his legs twitching uselessly.“I  —” Joshua tried again, face flushed and twisted in genuine horror and pleasure, “I didn’t think you were the  type—like, what the, you’re down there like it’s—  hah, …normal —”Minghao wasn’t the type. Not the biggest fan, in all honesty.But with Joshua? Spread out, f@ck@d out, still twitching from the first @rg@sm Minghao had ripped out of him like a gift? Oh, yeah. He was the type now.He didn’t stop. In fact, he doubled down, his tongue working in steady circles, dipping and f@ck@ng in deeper, spit slick and obscene, holding Joshua open and eating him out like like it was the only thing on earth that mattered. His hands were shaking a little now too, not from nerves, but from how badly he wanted him: how badly he wanted to own him at this moment.Joshua's hand was back over his mouth again, like he could muffle the pathetic, overstimulated sounds that kept breaking out of him every time Minghao sucked just right. He’d stopped trying to form full words, his thoughts clearly scrambled beyond repair but his body was still reacting. Still trembling under every swipe of Minghao’s tongue.And that’s when Minghao noticed it. Joshua’s c@ck. Again.It had softened after the first @rg@sm, twitching weakly against his stomach, a satisfied, useless mess,but now it was stirring. Swelling, bit by bit, helplessly betraying him.Minghao pulled back just slightly, his breath brushing hot across the ruined swell of Joshua’s entrance. And he laughed, almost in disbelief at the image. “You’re getting hard again,” he said aloud, “I haven’t even f@ck@d you yet.”“I’m not supposed to get hard again this fast,” Joshua mumbled wrecked, “You  broke  me. What the ‘hao,  f@ck. ”“You’re the one still moaning,” Minghao said, not even pretending to try hide the amusement curling around every word.He dragged one finger down the puffy rim of Joshua’s entrance, then pressed in slowly, slick from spit and softened from his mouth. It sank in with barely any resistance. Minghao groaned under his breath.“You’re already like this,” he muttered, mostly to himself, “God, that’s hot.”Joshua gave a strangled sound, somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, and threw an arm over his eyes again like that might shield him from the reality of being this far gone. “ This is illegal.  You’re illegal. Your  mouth  is illegal. There should be a license for this, this whole–oh  f@ck  , is that your  finger— ”“It’s barely one,” Minghao replied sweetly.He eased a second finger in beside the first, just as slow, watching with hooded eyes as Joshua’s entrance stretched around him, glistening from spit, slick, twitching.And just like that, Joshua’s c@ck gave a faint little bounce where it lay on his stomach.just barely. Stirring back to life like it wanted more. Minghao stared at it for a moment, then back down at where his fingers were knuckle deep inside the man currently  whining  into a pillow about how unfair the entire situation was.His heart thudded too loud in his chest.Minghao watched it all. Watched his own fingers vanish inside Joshua’s fluttering hole, watched the way Joshua’s c@ck twitched back to life, watched the sweat roll down his skin.His heart thudded  too loud in his chest.And there it was again. That feeling, simmering low and dark. Not just l@st, not just pride, but something more…. Something territorial. Minghao twisted his fingers slightly, feeling the way Joshua fluttered around them, heat clenching down in spasms that made his own, terribly neglected, c@ck ache in his pants. He didn’t want to name it.Didn’t want to look too closely at the thing snarling inside his chest, the thing that whispered  mine  , the thing that wanted to press Joshua down and fill him up and  keep  him like this; f@ck@d stupid, pliant, and ruined.Joshua groaned, fisting the sheets again, “...you’re doing it– again, looking all smug and acting like you didn’t just turn my brain into soup—"“I  like  you like this,” Minghao said, sliding his fingers in deeper, watching as Joshua’s hips bucked instinctively, “It’s cute.”“Cute…  Cute…  ? This is  not  cute,” Joshua moaned, eyes squeezed shut, “I  came  like three minutes ago and I’m about to come again from your  fingers  , what part of this is  cute— ”Minghao moved to lean over him again, one hand still pumping slow and deep, the other bracing beside Joshua’s head as he kissed the corner of his mouth, lips dragging soft. “Every part,” he whispered, and grinned when Joshua let out a wrecked sob of a laugh. Minghao leaned down and kissed him again, no teasing this time, no hovering or laughing under his breath. Just kissed him.Joshua moaned into it instantly, lips parting easily as his tongue slid over Minghao’s with a kind of desperation that made it feel like they hadn’t kissed in hours instead of minutes. His hips twitched helplessly under Minghao’s weight, still taking his fingers so well, slick and stretched and trembling.Minghao felt insane from it all.His c@ck had been hard for  so long , practically throbbing ever since Joshua had dry humped him into the mattress like a man possessed (even if he would deny it at first). And now, now with his fingers buried deep inside him, feeling every flutter, every clench, every f@ck@ng tremble around them—He was losing his g@dd@mn mind.Joshua was tight and slick and perfect, and his body was twitching like it wanted more, like it needed to be filled. Minghao whimpered softly into the kiss, grinding down against Joshua’s thigh just barely as he pumped his fingers a little faster, curling deep like he was already prepping for how deep he was going to f@ck him.God, he could already feel it. Could already imagine how hot and tight it would be, how Joshua would sound once he finally sank in, how he might scream or beg or try to hold it in and fail. His mind supplied the fantasy on autopilot. Terrible, vivid, perfect things. Joshua gasping his name, clinging to him, f@ck@d full and soft and completely wrecked.Minghao pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his fingers slipped out of him, and his voice came out as something short of pathetic.“I need to f@ck you.  Now. ”Joshua blinked up at him, dazed and wide eyed, and flushed beyond belief, and he simply nodded, bottom lip trembling from where it had been kissed raw. Minghao kissed him one more time, a promise pressed to his mouth and finally climbed off the bed just long enough to strip. He peeled off whatever article of clothing that had been restraining his issue down there and threw it to the floor in a rush, damp and clinging to the curve of his c@ck for a split second before it sprang free.Joshua  gasped.Minghao’s c@ck was red, flushed from the tip down and already slick with prec@m, twitching from how f@ck@ng long he’d been straining in his pants. The way it bobbed against his stomach with every breath made it look almost painful, like even his body was impatient now. He caught Joshua’s expression and couldn’t help the smile that twisted his lips.“You look surprised,” Minghao murmured, wrapping a hand around the base with a hiss, “You were  grinding  on this shamelessly for how long?”“It’s….been a minute. ” Joshua whispered, eyes flicking between Minghao’s c@ck and his face, then back again. Well, he wasn’t wrong about that. It has been a long time since Joshua and Minghao had a chance to do this, just the two of them, no other member involved. Always been caught up with others. Minghao climbed back over him slowly, lining up between his legs with a trembling inhale, fingers trailing back down to Joshua’s rim to test it one last time, glistening with spit and twitching around nothing.He shifted his body so just as the flushed, slick head of his c@ck kissed up against Joshua’s hole he didn’t push in. Not yet. Not when he could feel the heat radiating off Joshua’s body, not when his entrance fluttered around nothing like it was already begging to be filled.No, no. He just stayed there. Pressed up close. Held them both right on the edge. Joshua gasped beneath him, eyes flying open as the pressure nudged against his rim, “‘hao— why aren’t you moving? ” he whined, confused and squirmy.Minghao didn’t answer right away. He just continued watching. Watched the way Joshua trembled, how his thighs involuntarily flexed, trying to hold still and failing. How his body twitched toward the intrusion like gravity itself had shifted. Like his body knew where Minghao belonged and wanted to pull him in by force.“You’re shaking,” Minghao murmured, voice thick with awe and something more, “God, you’re shaking just from this.”Joshua whimpered, and swore, “ Of course  I’m shaking…! your c@ck is sitting there like it’s auditioning to be a mannequin  ,  ‘hao,  put it in— ”Instead, Minghao rocked forward,just  barely , the tip nudging tighter against him but still not breaching. Joshua groaned in despair. Then, suddenly, he started grinding down against it.Little rocking thrusts of his hips, reeking of desperation, trying to line himself up properly and push the head in from the friction alone, but it wasn’t working. Not enough leverage, not enough force, just enough for Minghao to feel the helpless slide of his rim against the tip, again and again, until both of them were shuddering.“Gods ‘shua, you’re actually trying,” Minghao said, stunned and breathless, hips twitching forward just slightly on instinct,“You’re that desperate?”“I’m gonna die,” Joshua groaned, “I’m gonna  perish  if you don’t…!”Joshua's hands moved. One went to his mouth, biting at the knuckle like he was trying not to beg out loud, and the other… the other slipped up his own chest.Minghao blinked. No f@ck@ng way.Then both of Joshua’s hands were there, palms cupping, thumbs rubbing his own nipples through his shirt first, then under it, dragging the fabric up and tweaking them directly. He arched his back,  whimpering, rolling his nipples between his fingers with such desperate little movements it made Minghao’s jaw drop.“What the– Joshua.”Joshua barely looked at him, too far gone. His head turned against the pillow with his eyes half closed, cheeks flushed and sweaty. And then, he let out this high broken whimper as he pinched his nipples a little harder, hips grinding back to press more firmly against the underside of Minghao’s c@ck.“Hyung,” Minghao breathed, stunned. “Are you seriously—?”Joshua’s head tilted back with a sob as he rubbed and pinched at his nipples under the cotton, hips still grinding like his life depended on it, the tip of Minghao’s c@ck smearing prec@m across his rim with every failed attempt to take it in. “I’m helping myself,” Joshua gasped, almost like it was Minghao’s fault, “You won’t put it in, and my body’s doing  something,  I don’t know—just…!"“You’re playing with your nipples,” Minghao said blankly, eyes wide.Joshua looked down at him with a breathless defiance, “And it’s working!”“Oh my god,” Minghao huffed, laughing half in disbelief, half because he was this close to losing his mind, “You’re unreal. You’re actually—”Joshua gasped again, arching up into his own hands, “I  warned  you I was melted soup!”“Soup doesn’t grind,” Minghao shot back, finally starting to roll his hips again, “Soup doesn’t tweak its own  nipples.” Soup doesn’t have nipples in the first place.“I’m chunky soup, then,” Joshua moaned as if the statement made any sense to his point, “put it in before I evaporate— ”Minghao laughed and finally, finally began to press forward, c@ck sliding in just barely. “Fine,”  he huffed, watching Joshua’s face twist and tremble and open around him, “Let’s make soup.”The head of his c@ck breached Joshua’s rim with the slowest, most deliberate grind of his hips, like slipping past a threshold he’d been circling for hours. It was  tight , sinfully hot and so slick from spit and desperation that his c@ck practically sighed as it sank deeper. And deeper.And deeper.Joshua let out a sound Minghao had never heard from him before, somewhere between a cry and a breathless gasp, raw and winded, like the air had been knocked out of him by pleasure alone.His back arched beautifully, perfectly. Neck exposed, lips parted, hands twitching as they fell away from his own chest, chest still rising like he was trying to breathe through the weight of it, like he didn’t know how to handle the  fullness. Minghao was halfway in now, c@ck sheathed in that perfect heat and could only watch. Watch the way Joshua wilted, body softening, folding under him like he’d just given up everything.“ Oh,  f@ck,” Minghao hissed through his teeth, hips jerking as he tried not to bottom out too fast, “You’re,  Gods,  you’re taking it all.”Joshua cried out, hands flying from his chest to clutch at the sheets, his whole body arching as if he’d been  punched  with it.“It’s so…” he gasped, already breathless, already wrecked. “Ah, ‘hao–’hao, I— oh my god— ”Minghao shuddered. He wasn’t even halfway in yet and already losing it.The sheer tightness of it, clenching down around him like Joshua’s body had been  starved  for this. They’d both been edged for so long, every grind, every tease, the taste, the scent, the desperation, it all led here, and now that he was inside–Joshua’s head dropped back against the pillows, arms loose at his sides, chest heaving like he couldn’t remember how to breathe. His thighs trembled around Minghao’s hips, twitching helplessly as his entrance stretched wider and wider to take him in, inch by thick inch.Completely, absolutely stuffed, and it showed.Minghao felt something surge in his stomach so intense it almost made his hands shake.That familiar dark thing inside him. The one that burned when he saw Joshua like this.Eyes glassy. Body trembling. Perfectly full.He couldn’t help it really, he gripped Joshua’s thigh with one hand and leaned over him again, breath hoarse against his ear. “You feel that?” he whispered,  “You’re  taking  me so well. You look like—  ah , like soup left out too long.”Joshua  moaned  at the joke. Or maybe the humiliation. Maybe both. “I  hate  you,” he choked, legs trying to wrap around Minghao’s waist, “I’m gonna  die .”“You’ll die  stuffed, ” Minghao breathed, finally bottoming out, fully buried, c@ck twitching inside as Joshua spasmed around him. “Like a good, warm bowl of c@ck soup.”Joshua  sobbed. Loudly. “You’re –you are the  worst .”But Minghao couldn’t even laugh properly now. Not when he felt the way Joshua clenched around him. Not when his c@ck was buried in him, throbbing, and Joshua was flushed and trembling and broken open so beautifully beneath him.He held himself still, just there. Inside. The slick, wet heat pulsing around him. The way Joshua’s chest rose and fell like he’d been  knocked out. The raw intimacy of  filling  him without barrier, without a care in the world. Not just physically.  Claiming  him. That was what it felt like. Even if they never said it out loud. Mine, something inside Minghao whispered again.He leaned down and kissed Joshua’s neck, just a soft press of lips, almost gentle, as he adjusted his hips and felt the way Joshua’s entire body  shuddered  from the new angle.Just a slow, teasing roll of his hips that made his c@ck drag against every trembling inch of heat inside Joshua. And the noise Joshua made, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper and a curse—was so obscene Minghao had wished it should’ve been recorded.Then he did it again. A little deeper. A little harder.Joshua’s head slammed back against the pillow, arms flailing for something to grab onto, and Minghao watched as his c@ck twitched against his own stomach. Red, slick, leaking a fat bead of prec@m that slid down over his navel, untouched.“Oh f@ck,  ” Joshua sobbed, “you’re..  ah, you’re f@ck@ng me for real now…”Minghao gave a rough exhale as he pulled out agonizingly slow then snapping his hips back in with a wet, obscene slap. “Yeah,” he hissed, voice breaking a little, “Finally.”He f@ck@d into him steadily now, not punishing, but deep., the kind of strokes that made Joshua’s entire body jolt up the mattress every time Minghao bottomed out. His thighs were trembling around Minghao’s hips, his hands scrambling for the bedsheets, and his c@ck was still untouched, still slapping against himself with every thrust, red and twitching.“You’re gonna come just like this,” he said, breathless, gaze fixed on the way Joshua was leaking onto himself without a single stroke, “Nothing touching you. Just my c@ck inside you.”Joshua let out a  shattered  moan, like the very idea cracked him open. “No, I’m not…I’m  can’t—” His voice wavered as Minghao picked up the pace, hips snapping harder now, the slap of skin on skin filling the room, “I—I can’t,  you can’t say that— ”“I can  see  it,” Minghao groaned as he rut into him deeper, “Look at you. Your d@ck’s drooling all over yourself.”“I, ah, ‘hao, please, I  need —I don’t know what I need…?” Joshua’s voice cracked again, completely incoherent now.“We need a towel under your back,” Minghao shot back with a breathless laugh, “or you’re gonna ruin hotel property.”Joshua  wheezed . Actually laughed, just for a short moment, before his eyes rolled back from the next deep thrust and he cried out instead, the sound sharp and unbelievably hot. Minghao leaned over him more, chasing that edge; slamming in now, faster, sweat slick and grinding, angling his hips just right to feel the way Joshua’s body tightened and fluttered like he was already on the verge.“God, you’re clenching,” Minghao muttered, almost delirious with it, “you  like  the idea of coming untouched, huh?”Joshua shook his head, but he was moaning too loud for it to mean anything.Minghao was f@ck@ng him harder now, his hips slamming forward in a rhythm that had the headboard tapping gently against the wall, the wet sounds of skin and slick filling every corner of the dim hotel room.Joshua was losing it. Moaning, gasping, his body twitching with every thrust like he didn’t know how to  take  it anymore. His c@ck was flushed red, practically jumping against his stomach, leaking a shameful, untouched trail of slick that said too close, too soon.And yet… It was that particular expression on Joshua’s face. Eyes fluttering shut, lips parted, brows pinched, flushed to his ears, that reminded Minghao of  something.Oh. Right.Minghao laughed, breathless and ragged, still f@ck@ng into him as the memory hit. “ You know what I just remembered? ” he panted, thrusting deep and sharp. “That variety shoot we did today.”Joshua blinked up at him with foggy, barely there eyes, “What?”“You. And Sunghoon-ssi.”Joshua let out a  shaky  noise, shoulders stiffening.Minghao grinned wickedly, “You  and your little wish of wanting him to rear choke you.”“That— that was a joke.,.! ” Joshua moaned, turning redder somehow, squirming like he could bury himself in the mattress and escape the humiliation even as he got f@ck@d deeper in the palms of Minghao’s hands.“Was it?” Minghao pressed in close, mouth hovering over his jaw, still thrusting unrelenting, “Because the  second  he actually did it— your eyes fluttered shut. Your breath  hitched. ”Joshua made a whining sound in his throat.“In front of the  cameras  , ‘shua,” Minghao growled into his ear, voice rough and laced with disbelief still, “In front of  crew.  In front of  staff.  You looked like you were gonna  come  just from getting manhandled.”“I didn’t mean to!” Joshua gasped, voice strangled. “He, he’s big, and strong, and he—f@ck , ‘hao please–”“You moaned.”“I  did not… !”“You  did  ,” Minghao shot back, breath hot against his neck, “You  moaned, in front of how many cameras and how many staff? You went soft in his arms like you were ready.”“I didn’t— oh my god, you’re gaslighting me.” Joshua groaned, face burning.Minghao laughed again, f@ck@d into him faster, “You’re lucky he let go. If he’d held you a second longer, you probably would’ve ground your ass back into his lap if you could.”Joshua sobbed, but there was still a laugh of disbelief and something else, something that Joshua wanted Minghao to continue, “You’re so mean–”“I know,” Minghao groaned, nearly feral, “and you’re still about to come on my c@ck untouched.”He looked down, eyes drinking in the sight of Joshua’s body flushed and undone beneath him, chest heaving, c@ck bouncing with every slap of their hips. The desperation, the embarrassment, the way hie  squeezed  every time Minghao mentioned it… God , he was going to come from it. But…The rhythm slowed, not because Minghao wanted to stop, but because something  shifted . The memory of Joshua’s face, his breath catching, lashes fluttering when Sunghoon’s arm curled around his throat was branded behind Minghao’s eyes now. But the real thing was right in front of him: Joshua, pink and flushed and wide open beneath him, c@ck slick and twitching, chest rising and falling like he couldn’t get enough air even now.Minghao moved almost instinctively.His thrusts slowed just enough to keep Joshua trembling, then his hands traced up from Joshua’s hips, his ribs, his chest, until they reached the base of his throat.No words. They should probably talk about it. But  the slow curl of Minghao’s fingers around Joshua’s neck caused his eyes to snap open and met Minghao’s own. And he froze. Not in panic. Not in fear. But in stunned silence, lips parted, eyes wide, his body tightening all at once like it knew.Minghao held the gaze, breathing hard. Didn’t speak. Didn’t ask. He really should.He just kept f@ck@ng into him slow and  deep , his hands gently braced on either side of Joshua’s neck, thumbs tucked under his jaw, fingers feather-light.Then when Joshua gave no protest, when he didn’t move away or shift his head or say  anything, Minghao pressed down. Just a little.Just enough to make Joshua’s lips fall open wider. Just enough to make his pupils dilate.Minghao groaned, hips jerking forward, c@ck sinking deeper into that heat as Joshua clenched impossibly tight around him. The pressure. The response. The  trust .His thumbs pressed in a little harder now, cutting off just a thread of airflow, and Joshua’s mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp, his eyes rolling just faintly.They should talk about this.They  should  talk about this.But Minghao knew that Joshua would  say something  if he didn’t like it. Knew the line wasn’t crossed yet. Not by how his thighs trembled and his c@ck gave another twitch across his stomach. Not by the way his body curled into it.So Minghao pressed down harder.Just for a moment.Cutting off air completely. Letting Joshua float in that suspended, dizzy haze, c@ck buried to the hilt, hands at his throat, full and breathless and helpless.Then he let go. Slowly. Carefully. As if something could snap this moment right in half if he moved too fast.And Joshua gasped, sucking in a sharp breath like it had been the  best thing in the world, his body seizing around Minghao so tightly it almost made him  come  right there. Minghao leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear, “Still wanna be rear choked by other men?”Joshua’s laugh was more of a sob, “No…”“You sure?”“Only if you’re watching.”Minghao blinked. He didn’t respond at first. Not in words.Just a shift in his hips,angling deeper into Joshua. A thrust so strong it shoved Joshua an inch up the bed and knocked the breath right out of him again. Then he stared at him.No grin. No laugh. Just that unnerving, unreadable stillness that made the air go heavy. His hands were still at Joshua’s throat, now loose again, his thumbs absently stroking over the flushed skin, but there was something  else  in his gaze now."Only if I’m watching?" Minghao repeated slowly, voice low, like he was tasting the words. "You want me to  watch  another man choke you out?”Joshua blinked up at him, startled, lips parted, “I was  joking— ”Minghao’s brow twitched. His hips didn’t slow. “You want me to pull up a chair?” he murmured, thrusting in again, grinding deep so Joshua whimpered,  “clap when you moan for him, too?”Joshua let out a shaky breath, part flustered, part  very  aware that he’d poked something sleeping. “I  wasn’t serious.” Minghao finally cracked a smile. That was nothing short of genuine. “You didn’t  sound  unserious. You sounded like you were ready to crawl in his lap and say thank you.”“I wasn’t..! You’re, you’re being ridiculous—*”“Oh,  I’m  ridiculous?” Minghao’s voice pitched up mockingly, and he gave a particularly  mean  thrust, grinning more when Joshua gasped,  “You’re the one who let a guy choke you on  set  and then made a  joke  about letting him do it again while I’m b@lls deep in you.”“I didn’t  know  you’d get—” Joshua’s voice faltered as Minghao shoved in deeper, “—all  feral  about it!”“You didn’t think I’d get like this? As if you weren’t dangling it right in front of my face.”Joshua blinked at him, “I didn’t think I’d  like  it.”And then his legs wrapped tighter around Minghao’s waist, locking at the ankles. Minghao froze for half a beat. Then he felt  his smile turn vicious. Gods, Joshua was going to be the end of him.“Oh,” he drawled, “so now you want me to  ruin  you because you're turned on by how jealous I am.”“I—I didn’t  say that, ” Joshua whined, but he was already trembling, hips rising to meet each thrust, c@ck still leaking untouched between them.“You didn’t have to,” Minghao muttered, grabbing his hips harder, snapping his hips so deep they both cried out.“You wanna hear me say that you’re  mine, hyung?” he hissed, voice breaking open now, teeth gritted as he f@ck@d him harder, until he heard the bed rattling under them. “Not anyone else’s?”Joshua sobbed something that could’ve been  yes  or  please  or maybe even  more .It didn't matter. Minghao had heard it all the same. And now he was going to f@ck it into him until there was no doubt left.The heat between their bodies was unbearable, sweat slicking their skin, Joshua’s thighs locked tight around his waist like he was scared Minghao might pull out before finishing the job, which, at this rate, was nowhere near happening. Joshua was flushed down to his chest, mouth open and gasping, his c@ck still painfully hard and untouched, twitching with every deep thrust.Minghao leaned over him, hips still grinding deep and smooth, and let his hand wander up Joshua’s chest. His fingers brushed over a nipple barely even a graze,and Joshua shivered, a moan punching out of him like he’d been electrocuted.“Oh?” Minghao laughed, “Still sensitive here?”Joshua whimpered, lashes fluttering, too wrecked to deny it. Minghao grinned, then pinched so lightly, just a little twist of his fingers, and Joshua arched, hands scrambling at the sheets again.“You’re unbelievable,” Minghao muttered, half in awe. “First you’re dry humping me like an animal, then you’re fingering your nipples like we’re in a  very  different kind of show—"“Don’t—” Joshua moaned, his face turning into the mattress as if he were trying to sink away forever.“...and now,” Minghao smirked, pinching again, “you’re gonna come with nothing touching your d@ck. Just this. Me. And your own pathetic hands.”Joshua sobbed, “Minghao—”“No going back now,” Minghao cut in, still thrusting hard, still rolling his hips so deep he could feel every flutter inside and around, “go on. You started it earlier. Touch yourself again.”Joshua let out a sound that couldn’t possibly be human, somewhere between a gasp, a moan, and a humiliated groan–but his hands moved fast.Almost embarrassingly eager. Fingers flying to his chest, grabbing the same spots Minghao had just teased, tweaking with abandon like he’d been  starved  for it.“Oh my  God,  ” Minghao groaned, stunned and a little breathless, “You really  are  far gone.”Joshua gave him a teary, flushed glare and whined, “I’m just trying to survive!”Minghao  laughed, a little unhinged, “By fondling yourself through a nervous breakdown?”“Yes!”And honestly? That only made Minghao f@ck him harder. Because nothing had ever been  hotter  than Joshua, red faced and overstimulated, f@ck@ng himself on Minghao’s c@ck while tugging at his own chest like it would save him from completely falling apart.Joshua let out the most pathetic little whine high pitched and cracking near the end, his hands scrambling uselessly against Minghao’s forearms, thighs twitching as he tried to keep up with the pace. His mouth opened like he wanted to form a word but all that came out was a pitiful, breathless:  “‘haooo…” And Minghao nearly lost it.“Oh my  God, ” he muttered, laughing through a groan, “Can you act like you have some sort of shame?”Joshua’s head thumped back against the pillows, mortified even in his f@ck@d out haze, “Don’t…don’t make fun of me,” he panted, brows pinched tight,  “I can’t,  you’re being mean— ”“I’m not being mean!” Minghao said, cooing now, thrusting slowly once as if it would prove his point, “You’re just so cute, hyung. Look at you. You’re never like this. All whiny and soft.”Joshua covered his face with both hands, letting out another broken sound that could have been a moan or a sob, probably both, really. And Minghao couldn’t help it as he leaned forward, hand still warm at Joshua’s neck, but now his mouth found his cheek, then his temple, pressing gentle, fond little kisses between every thrust.“You’re okay,” Minghao whispered, breath hot against his skin, “I’ve got you, hyung.”Joshua peeked out between his fingers, his eyes glassy and wide, “Don’t call me  hyung  when you’re  mocking me, ” he whined.“I’m not mocking you,” Minghao said with a grin, more endearing now, “I’m doting. There’s a difference.”Joshua groaned like he wanted to sink into the mattress and die, “I’m never drinking on camera again.”“That’s fine,” Minghao murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth this time, loving the way Joshua trembled under him, “You can just come in my apartment and beg for me like this instead.”“You’re so…! ”“You’re doing so well,” he cut him off, quieter now, slowing his thrusts to drag out each grind, c@ck hitting deep and sweet each time, “You feel  so good , I almost wanna keep you like this forever.”Joshua let out a whimper that was dangerously close to a sob. Minghao kissed him softly again and smiled into it, because watching Joshua unravel like this, all needy and embarrassed and messy?It was maybe the hottest thing he’d ever seen.Minghao could feel it, that creeping, coiling heat low in his stomach, threatening to boil over with every thrust. Joshua clenched around him so tightly, it was like his body knew exactly how to drag Minghao toward the edge and hold him there. Sweat dripped down Minghao’s temple, but he didn’t dare speed up.Not when Joshua looked like this.His hyung was flushed down to his chest, hair stuck to his forehead, lips kiss bitten and parted around gasping breathes. His thighs trembled with every push in, back arched to meet each stroke despite the overwhelming pleasure wrecking his body.Minghao looked down at him and whispered, “Eyes on me, baby.”Joshua's lashes fluttered at the endearment. He barely managed to lift his gaze, but when he did, those dazed, teary eyes locked onto Minghao’s, and something broke open in Minghao's chest.“Good,” Minghao breathed.And then, slowly, he brought his other hand back to Joshua’s throat. This time, he didn’t tease. It was firmer.He watched Joshua carefully as he applied pressure, gentle at first, just enough to make him whimper. He felt the pulse under his palm, the way Joshua’s body instinctively tensed up, c@ck twitching against his own belly. His other hand stroked along Joshua’s side in soft, grounding motions.“You trust me?” he asked quietly, voice low, barely audible over the wet sounds of skin on skin. Joshua nodded frantically, the movement sharp, eyes still locked onto Minghao’s own.And so, with a soft exhale, Minghao squeezed.Just a little more.Just enough.Joshua gasped once and then his breath caught. His eyes flew wider, hips jerking up involuntarily, and  everything  about his body seized up. Minghao felt the moment it happened.Joshua’s c@ck pulsed hard against his stomach as Minghao let go slightly; one, two, three spurts of cum painting his own chest and shirt, warm and sticky as Joshua came undone with a high, cracked moan, thighs trembling violently.His entire body spasmed under Minghao, writhing, overwhelmed, so  beautifully broken open —and Minghao loosened his hand instantly, letting air rush back into his lungs as Joshua choked on a gasp, back still arched, mouth wide in a silent cry.It was  insane .It was  breathtaking .Minghao didn’t come yet.He forced himself still, burying deep and just watching, chest heaving as he stared down at Joshua, who was twitching in the aftershocks, his cum streaked across his stomach, lips parted in wordless pleasure. His hands had fallen limp at his sides, fingers curling slightly against the sheets like he was still recovering from the sheer force of it.Minghao blinked and swallowed hard, “My god, ‘shua…” He leaned down and kissed Joshua’s damp cheek, still buried inside him, c@ck twitching, barely hanging on.But none of that mattered. Not right now.Because he’d never seen anything as beautiful as Joshua coming undone like that, under his hand, under his hips, so raw and open, under the weight of everything they didn’t say until it spilled out in moans and trembling limbs.And God, Minghao was going to remember this forever.He could feel the ache in his gut now, burning, heavy, his c@ck still buried inside Joshua’s trembling heat, the squeeze of post @rg@sm tightness making his restraint hang by a thread. Joshua was so wet and warm, clenching down around him with every aftershock, and Minghao didn’t have it in him to pull out.He rolled his hips once.Just a small, testing grind.Joshua literally squealed; high and breathy, his hands flying to Minghao’s shoulders like he could  stop  him, even though his fingers dug in as if he wanted even more, “  Ah —ngh,’hao, sensitive—”“I know,” Minghao gasped, breath hitching, “I  know  , I’m sorry, just a little more, hyung,  please —just let me… I need to—”Joshua squirmed, whining, toes curling as Minghao started to move again, shallow thrusts that dragged through the mess between them. Every motion pulled a new sound from Joshua’s throat, whiny and desperate, confused, as his thighs trying to close even as he pushed back into it.Minghao leaned in and kissed along his jaw, “You’re still so tight. Still so perfect. You  always  are, hyung—just a little more, okay? Let me finish. Just—please.”Joshua whined again, but his arms slipped around Minghao’s neck, pulling him close, and in a soft, shaking voice he managed, “Then…inside. Just– do it inside.”That undid something deep in Minghao’s chest.“Yeah?” he breathed, hips starting to rut harder now, sloppier, chasing the edge like he was drowning in it. “You want it there? Want me to come inside you?”Joshua nodded against his cheek, voice cracking as he clung tighter, “Yeah, do it, just—please, do it. I need it.”That was it. That was  it. Minghao choked on a moan, pace stuttering as he buried himself deep one last time, his hips jerking as release overtook him with a groan that came from the pit of his stomach. Hot pulses spilled inside, his whole body shaking with the force of it as he clung to Joshua, forehead against his shoulder, gasping like it had been pulled out of his soul.Joshua whimpered beneath him, his walls fluttering around every twitch, overstimulated tears clinging to his lashes but he didn’t let go. Joshua was still panting, chest rising and falling beneath Minghao’s, the faintest tremors running through his thighs every time he twitched from aftershocks. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, lips parted in a dazed little smile, and his arms stayed loosely looped around Minghao’s shoulders like he’d forgotten how to let go.Minghao, for his part, was  exhausted. His whole body felt like jelly, tired in the best, most stupidly satisfied way. But even as the high wore off, and the burn in his thighs began to register, his hand was already reaching for tissues from the nightstand.With a long, tired sigh, he muttered, “Okay. Don’t move. Let me clean you up or I’m gonna feel like a monster.”Joshua made a sound somewhere between a whine and a giggle, “You  are  a monster.”Minghao snorted but didn’t argue. He sat back on his heels with a hiss, slowly and gently sliding out (definitely not paying a little too much attention to how his stomach felt sated watching his fill spill out of Joshua), catching Joshua’s wince as he did. He cleaned them both up with as much care as he could muster in his post nut fog as he was wiping Joshua’s ass then stomach first, then himself, then tossing the tissues aside in favor of flopping back down next to him, arm slung lazily across his waist. They can shower together later.They laid there in silence for a moment. Then Minghao huffed a soft, amused breath against Joshua’s neck and said, “You know Seungcheol and Mingyu are gonna be knocking on your door after that episode airs.”Joshua blinked, dazed, “What?”Minghao grinned, half buried in the sheets. “The  chokehold  thing. Are you kidding? There’s absolutely no way you forgot about that.”Joshua let out a groan, throwing an arm over his face, “Ohhhhh…I  forgot  about that.”“You did  not, ” Minghao laughed. “We literally just…on second thought, go to bed, hyung.”“I was—am  drunk, ” Joshua whined, voice cracking with a giggle, “And anyway… if they do show up, it’s not… entirely a bad thing…”Minghao blinked, then rolled his eyes. “You’re such a  pervert, ” he muttered, smacking Joshua’s chest lightly.“Says you. You like it too.”“I tolerate it, theres a difference,” Minghao said, lips twitching upwards, “...barely.”“Liar.”“I just cleaned your cum off your belly. I’m allowed to lie a little.”Joshua giggled so hard his whole body shook. Minghao couldn’t help it, he laughed too, cheeks sore, body heavy, but happy. He stretched an arm over to his phone, groaning as he fumbled with the screen until the alarm app opened.“What time is it?” Joshua mumbled.“Almost 9,” Minghao sighed, “I’m setting an alarm for midnight.”Joshua blinked at him, “Why?”“Because,” Minghao grumbled, flopping dramatically onto his back, “ Soonyoung  insisted on scheduling a late night dance practice. And if we show up late, I’m blaming you.”Joshua groaned, “I forgot about that.”“At least,” Minghao said, turning his head toward him with a tired grin, “you got the alcohol f@ck@d out of you. You’re basically sober now, congrats.”Joshua reached out, laced their fingers together over the sheets, “Sore, but sober…Wait, I don’t think it works like that.”Minghao only snorted in response. They laid there quietly for a few more seconds, until Joshua’s breathing evened out beside him, eyes finally falling shut.
  
  

  
  
  
Weeks later when the episode had aired without Minghao realizing, it was nearly 2AM when Minghao’s cab finally dropped him off outside the dorms.He never slept there, no one really did anymore, not unless they had to. But it was close to the airport, and he’d just flown in from a red eye schedule in China, he figured: one night wouldn’t hurt. The dorms were dimly lit and still carrying the faint nostalgic scent of laundry detergent, old wood, and years of rookie idol sweat.He padded down the hall in socks, tugging off his jacket, hair pushed back in a mess. He was exhausted, sure, but something about being back in this space, home, in a weird, communal, semi-haunted kind of way really…felt grounding.That was when he heard the sink running.He turned the corner toward the shared kitchen, expecting to find someone grabbing ramen or wiping down their tupperware. What he  didn’t  expect was Joshua.Disheveled, barefoot, standing in a too big tshirt that was definitely  not  his, maybe Seungcheol’s, judging by the stretched out collar and the unmistakable gray-blue shade Seungcheol always wore, and Joshua was looking utterly wrecked.His hair was messy, sticking to his temple, his lips were a little swollen, and his neck—Minghao’s eyes narrowed.His neck had faint red marks. One side of it was pink from pressure.“You know,” Minghao drawled from the doorway, one brow raised, “for someone who got choked out on set and swore it was a joke, you sure do commit to the bit.”Joshua jumped, nearly spilling the glass of water he’d just filled, “'hao!  Oh my god—what are you doing here?”“Surprise,” Minghao said, walking in slowly, eyes trailing from Joshua’s messy state down to the bruises peeking out from under the hem of the shirt, “I landed early. Didn’t feel like going home. Thought I’d use the dorm since…you know, nobody really sleeps here these days.”Joshua blinked at him, then took a long sip of water, long enough to avoid answering, long enough to make Minghao smirk.“Let me guess,” Minghao continued, leaning casually against the counter, “the episode aired, Seungcheol brought you to the dorm to demonstrate a ‘proper choke,’ after practice and somehow that turned into him rearranging your insides in the room no one uses anymore.”Joshua’s cheeks went pink instantly.“I–okay, first of all,” he said, throat tight, “don’t say it like that.”“Oh?” Minghao grinned, “How should I say it, then?”Joshua tried to frown, but he was too tired, too full of  whatever  Seungcheol had done to him to even muster fake indignation. He set the glass down, rolled his eyes, and mumbled, “I needed a  drink , not a roast.”“You look like you need a bath and prayer, hyung.”Joshua groaned, burying his face in his hands. Minghao laughed and stepped closer, reaching out to gently tug Joshua’s hands away from his face. “Hey,” he murmured, softer now, thumbs brushing over Joshua’s knuckles, “I’m just teasing.”Joshua peeked up at him and pouted, “You always tease me when I’m like this.”“You only  get  like this after someone f@cks the sanity out of you,” Minghao stated, then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed him. A little lazy if he would say so himself. A little sleepy from jetlag, but familiar in a way that made Joshua melt almost immediately. It was the kind of kiss that didn’t need to ask for anything. Just there, shared between them in the quiet kitchen of a mostly abandoned dorm.When Minghao pulled back, Joshua was smiling despite his disheveled look, a little shy despite it all. “Welcome back,” he whispered.“I know,” Minghao replied.Like perfect comedy timing, a loud, guttural snore echoed down the hall. They both burst into laughter, shoulders shaking, voices still mindful of the volume, despite the dorm being basically empty.“I cannot believe I let that man put me in a chokehold and rail me,” Joshua muttered, still giggling.“You wanted the  full  MMA experience,” Minghao grinned, “And now you have sleep apnea as ambiance.”Joshua smacked him lightly, and Minghao caught his wrist, kissed the inside of it, then pressed their foreheads together.“You’re ridiculous,” Joshua said.“And tired, it's been a long day.” They stood there a while longer, in the dim kitchen light, surrounded by old memories, new habits, and with Seungcheol’s snores acting as the least romantic soundtrack imaginable. It still felt like home, after all these years.'
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