Ship/Member: Mingyu/Seungkwan Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: idolverse, kissing Permission to remix: Yes
// op I'm so sorry this is probably not what you had in mind but I saw this prompt and 400 words dropped fully-formed into my brain,, thank you
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“Shhh,” Seungkwan whispers. “You’re so damn loud, Kim Mingyu!”
Mingyu looks up through his lashes, impudent, and rolls his hips. Seungkwan’s whisper stutters into a hiss. Plastic is digging uncomfortably into Mingyu’s spine where he’s perched on a chair, Seungkwan settled firmly in his lap, but he doesn’t give a damn because Seungkwan’s perfect mouth is attached to his neck—at least, ten seconds ago it was.
“C’mon,” Mingyu says, deliberately drawing out his vowels into a whine. He knows how to rile Seungkwan up. Easy as pie. “I'll be good if you hurry."
Seungkwan rolls his eyes but returns to kissing up Mingyu’s neck. His mouth is honey-warm, lush from the pre-performance tea he was drinking with Seokmin only minutes ago. He’s gentle enough not to leave a mark, but harsh enough that Mingyu feels the contact in his whole taut, fidgeting body. Mingyu tugs him up into a proper kiss, one hand smoothing down Seungkwan’s back to palm his ass. God, this is fun. He hopes he’s leaving wrinkles in the fabric so Seungkwan will complain later.
Through the wall, he can hear the fuzzy tones of Joshua’s vocal warm-up. So their secret rendezvous makeout sesh is taking place to the tune of Hug, which isn’t very sexy, but. Mingyu will take what he can get.
A hand snakes up to fist in his hair. Mingyu’s thighs tense and he inhales sharply, tongue half inside Seungkwan’s mouth, before pulling back with a wet smacking sound. “Wait, don’t fuck up my coiffure. Noona will kill me.”
Seungkwan groans. “I love being famous, but I hate that you’re famous. Is that wrong?"
His frustration shouldn’t be sexy, but it totally is, and Mingyu tugs him enthusiastically closer. They kiss filthy and open-mouthed. The hand untangles from his hair and grips his bicep hard enough to hurt. Mingyu wants it to bruise a little. He can wear sleeves, no problem. He’s thinking about that as he reaches for the button on Seungkwan’s slacks, as he hears the pop of metal releasing—
And the door opening.
“Hey,” Soonyoung calls, “Are you—Oh my god!”
Seungkwan falls off the chair backwards, landing in a startled heap on the floor, the mouth of his pants hanging open as if to catch flies. Mingyu makes a horrified little eep noise and covers his mouth.
Seungkwan sits up ramrod straight. His face is white. “Kwon Soonyoung. I have photos of you naked on the toilet, so help me god—”
“I didn’t see anything!” Soonyoung’s arms flail above his head like he's trying to shoo away the previous fifteen seconds. “I’m good at keeping secrets, I don’t know anything.” He lets out a nervous, braying laugh. “Who are you guys again?”
“Just go,” Mingyu moans.
The door slams behind him. Mingyu and Seungkwan share a commiserative look of humiliation.
“Well,” Seungkwan smiles grimly, cheeks flushed. “We still have five minutes before soundcheck. Take off your pants?”
[FILL] hush hush
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: idolverse, kissing
Permission to remix: Yes
// op I'm so sorry this is probably not what you had in mind but I saw this prompt and 400 words dropped fully-formed into my brain,, thank you
***
“Shhh,” Seungkwan whispers. “You’re so damn loud, Kim Mingyu!”
Mingyu looks up through his lashes, impudent, and rolls his hips. Seungkwan’s whisper stutters into a hiss. Plastic is digging uncomfortably into Mingyu’s spine where he’s perched on a chair, Seungkwan settled firmly in his lap, but he doesn’t give a damn because Seungkwan’s perfect mouth is attached to his neck—at least, ten seconds ago it was.
“C’mon,” Mingyu says, deliberately drawing out his vowels into a whine. He knows how to rile Seungkwan up. Easy as pie. “I'll be good if you hurry."
Seungkwan rolls his eyes but returns to kissing up Mingyu’s neck. His mouth is honey-warm, lush from the pre-performance tea he was drinking with Seokmin only minutes ago. He’s gentle enough not to leave a mark, but harsh enough that Mingyu feels the contact in his whole taut, fidgeting body. Mingyu tugs him up into a proper kiss, one hand smoothing down Seungkwan’s back to palm his ass. God, this is fun. He hopes he’s leaving wrinkles in the fabric so Seungkwan will complain later.
Through the wall, he can hear the fuzzy tones of Joshua’s vocal warm-up. So their secret rendezvous makeout sesh is taking place to the tune of Hug, which isn’t very sexy, but. Mingyu will take what he can get.
A hand snakes up to fist in his hair. Mingyu’s thighs tense and he inhales sharply, tongue half inside Seungkwan’s mouth, before pulling back with a wet smacking sound. “Wait, don’t fuck up my coiffure. Noona will kill me.”
Seungkwan groans. “I love being famous, but I hate that you’re famous. Is that wrong?"
His frustration shouldn’t be sexy, but it totally is, and Mingyu tugs him enthusiastically closer. They kiss filthy and open-mouthed. The hand untangles from his hair and grips his bicep hard enough to hurt. Mingyu wants it to bruise a little. He can wear sleeves, no problem. He’s thinking about that as he reaches for the button on Seungkwan’s slacks, as he hears the pop of metal releasing—
And the door opening.
“Hey,” Soonyoung calls, “Are you—Oh my god!”
Seungkwan falls off the chair backwards, landing in a startled heap on the floor, the mouth of his pants hanging open as if to catch flies. Mingyu makes a horrified little eep noise and covers his mouth.
Seungkwan sits up ramrod straight. His face is white. “Kwon Soonyoung. I have photos of you naked on the toilet, so help me god—”
“I didn’t see anything!” Soonyoung’s arms flail above his head like he's trying to shoo away the previous fifteen seconds. “I’m good at keeping secrets, I don’t know anything.” He lets out a nervous, braying laugh. “Who are you guys again?”
“Just go,” Mingyu moans.
The door slams behind him. Mingyu and Seungkwan share a commiserative look of humiliation.
“Well,” Seungkwan smiles grimly, cheeks flushed. “We still have five minutes before soundcheck. Take off your pants?”