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Yunho liked nights like this, when it was warm, where he could feel more comfortable doing what he does every night.

Currently, he’s located on the second story fire escape of a slightly run down apartment building, peering through the gap in haphazardly hung curtains, with his cock in his hand.

He was panting a little, biting down any pleasured sounds that started bubbling up his throat. He’d been doing this long enough that it was getting easier to keep himself quiet. In the beginning, he swore he was going to get himself caught, with how little self control he had at that point.

His gaze was focused on one person, always the same person, the only person on this earth who mattered to Yunho. The center of his entire universe, the person who had taken his breath away upon the first time Yunho had seen him, and every day since then.

Mingi.

Currently, his muse was in the kitchen, shirtless, exposing his tanned, muscled back, swaying in his kitchen to some song Yunho can barely hear, making himself a simple stir-fry. Yunho had learned in the past few months he’d sat out here, that Mingi wasn’t the best cook. Sometimes he burned things, once even setting off the smoke alarm, and often gave up and just ordered takeout.

He’d learned a lot about Mingi. He drank all the information in like he was in the middle of the desert and he’d find an oasis after days of travel. He filed them away, stored them like they were highly classified documents, intended to use them at a later time, once Mingi was finally his.

His cock gave a hard twitch at even just the thought of Mingi finally being his, the end goal of many months of patience. His teeth catch on his bottom lip, another flutter of pleasure spiked through his veins. He was leaking onto his leather gloves at this point, edging himself constantly, not wanting his fun to be over so soon. Some nights, he’d tease himself so long, it would leave him sore, the friction of his gloves rubbing him raw.

Tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights though.

Yunho would make sure of it.

Earlier in the day, he had let himself into Mingi’s apartment, with a key he had made just a little bit after his first encounter with the dark haired man. He had planted something in Mingi’s kitchen, something that would assure they could be together very soon.

He made use of the key more often than he’d like to admit.

He would find himself rubbing himself against Mingi’s pillows, rifling through his laundry to find whatever cloth smelled the most like him, he’d once even popped Mingi’s boxers in his mouth, just to get any taste of him that he could. He wouldn’t apologize for his actions, he does them all in the name of love. And a bone deep obsession that he swears is going to crush his bones to dust one day.

He caught movement in the apartment out of the corner of his half-lidded eyes, something that draws his full attention back to the pretty man, and pulls him out of his thoughts. Though his mouth does water at the thought of tasting Mingi again.

When Mingi takes a sip of his favorite beer, Yunho can’t keep the corner of his mouth from curling up into a grin, squeezing his cock tight when it starts pulsing. He had to wait, Yunho reminded himself. The best part of the night was yet to come.

Just to prevent himself from ending the night early, Yunho tucks his leaking cock back into his jeans, hissing at the friction of the fabric against his sensitive skin. He wipes the excess precum on his glove against the bottom panel of Mingi’s window, careful not to rattle the glass. He does this sometimes, leaving his come smeared on random parts of the apartment, marking it as his. The brick, the bottom of windows, once even on Mingi’s front door knob.

It had been amusing to watch the man scrunch his nose up in confusion at the slimy substance he had just touched trying to open the front door. Yunho had nearly lost his mind that night, and done something irrational like revealing himself, when the thought of Mingi touching his come had overwhelmed him to the point where he’d gotten dizzy.

He watches with rapt attention, as Mingi finishes off his beer, and goes for another one to chase down his dinner, and Yunho starts feeling so giddy inside, cheeks hurting from the grin on his face.

It didn’t take long at all for Mingi’s movements to start slowing down, the dark haired man yawning more frequently, blinking his eyes hard to try and wake himself and finish an episode of his favorite drama.

He was fully asleep, soft snores leaving his plump lips, along with the back and forth dialogue from the actors on the screen intermingling.

Yunho watched him sleep for nearly fifteen minutes, wanting to make sure he was fully under the effects of the melatonin before he made his move. When he stood up from the fire escape, he did so with a loud groan, back sore from night after night of this. It was worth it though. Any pain was worth it if it was for Mingi.

He climbed down a few steps, letting his long legs start swinging to gather momentum, before dropping down sturdily onto his feet, more than used to taking the fall from that height.

He’s quick to round the building, climbing up the main stairs two at a time, keeping his head ducked and firmly under his white cap, avoiding the grainy security cameras located in various spots.

He was in front of Mingi’s apartment in no time at all, without even breaking a sweat, and he let himself in swiftly, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could manage. He flips both the door lock and the deadbolt. 

The sight he walks into is just as beautiful as how it looked from outside.

Mingi, stretched out on the couch, head nestled on a white pillow, breathing through his mouth softly. It was a little chilly in the apartment, and Yunho could see goosebumps erupting on the arm that wasn't tucked under the sleeping man.

As much as he’d like to rush, to just play with Mingi out here, a deeper, more sadistic part of him wants the satisfaction of Mingi waking up tomorrow, confused and frightened when he’s been transported to his bed, totally unaware of how.

Yunho squats down, carefully slipping his arms under Mingi’s shoulders, and the bend of his knees, and hoists Mingi up with a soft grunt. His skin tingles where it touches the sleeping man’s bare skin, having never had the pleasure to do so before. His cock jumps against his jeans.

When he rights himself, arms tight around his muse, he finds that he’s grateful for all the months he’s had to climb up to the fire escape, because he’s bulked a bit, arms much stronger than they’d previously been.

Feeling the soft puffs of Mingi’s breath over his neck, where Yunho maneuvered his head to lay, had a hot zap of pleasure ricket down his spine, and he knows he has to move quickly, his impatience catching up to him.

He guides them easily through the apartment, as if he lived there, and kicks open the bedroom door as softly as he can. He grunts a little as he drops Mingi’s dead weight down on the bed, watching carefully to ensure he doesn't wake up.

When a few seconds pass and Mingi shows no sign of stirring, Yunho smiles victoriously, and continues on with his plan.

He carefully rearranges the sleeping man’s limbs, sliding off his sweats while he’s at it, so he has even more skin available. He doesn't take Mingi’s briefs off, he’s not ready to cross that bridge yet. He’d rather Mingi touch Mingi there for their first time actually together.

Once he’s stripped down, Yunho exhales shakily, mouth watering, taking in all the bare skin he’s only been able to see from a distance.

You see, Mingi was always teasing him, always putting on a show, always moaning loud, and unabashed. There's no one else it could be for, except for Yunho. He’s sure of it. He knows that Mingi has never seen him, but he still lets the thoughts fester.

“Pretty..”

It escapes his lips before Yunho can stop himself, and echoes softly in the quiet room. He hopes the melatonin does its job and keeps Mingi asleep long enough for Yunho to really enjoy him.

–

He starts off small, just dragging his gloved fingers over Mingi’s skin, as light as a feather, wishing it could be his actual skin touching Mingi, but alas. No prints, no proof, no case.

Then, his touches start getting more intentional, having more purpose behind them. He slides his hand up Mingi’s bare chest, rubbing over the small circles of his nipples, watching, enthralled, as they stiffen up.

He lets his impulsive thought win, and he leans down to wrap his lips around one. It’s warm in his mouth, soft, but the skin is also taut with blood, and it takes everything in him not to bite down. He wants to hear Mingi moaning and gasping with the mixture of pain and pleasure, but he can't. Not now.

When he pulls back, there’s a string of saliva connecting his mouth to Mingi’s nipple, and he breathes out a moan, low and faint.

He’s never wanted anyone so badly in his entire existence.

His cock is so stiff in his pants that it aches , pushing uncomfortably against the denim, and he knows he’ll have to take care of it soon, or he’ll lose his mind.

Standing up straight, Yunho uses his deft fingers to unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper, his dick springing out. He hadn't worn any underwear, with the anticipation of what was gonna happen tonight.

He slips off his boots, two sizes too big, and cautiously, slowly climbs onto Mingi’s bed, not even taking a deep breath, lest it wake up the other man.

“Mine..”

Yunho, up on his knees, rubs the head of his cock against Mingi’s cheek, nerves feeling electric at the first contact. His cock is touching Mingi. He’s waited so long for this.

A trail of precum dribbles out of him, and drools itself onto Mingi’s face, dripping down the length of his face. He can't resist whipping his phone out, a burner, and snapping a few photos, for when he’s home later tonight.

He drags his cock down to Mingi’s pretty lips, smearing his wetness all over, almost like lipgloss. He takes even more photos.

His neediness is starting to reach the point of no return, and he has to squeeze his fist so tight the leather crinkles, so he doesn't pry open Mingi’s jaw, and shove himself in there.

Taking a grounding breath, Yunho pulls himself away from Mingi’s face, taking another heavy glance at the wetness now marking it. His .

He moves himself down to Mingi’s bottom half, manipulating his limbs until he’s placed exactly where Yunho wants him. He has to get this over quickly, or he’ll go insane. He needs to come. He needs to come on Mingi.

He pushes his jeans down just a bit more, for extra space to thrust, tightens his hands where they’re wrapped around the back of the sleeping man’s knees, and lets his cock slip through the forced tightness of Mingi’s thighs.

He can't help the groan that slips out, rattling his entire chest, being encompassed by Mingi’s warmth for the first time.

If his thighs feel this good, how will it feel the first time Yunho really fucks him?

He feels himself leaking even more at the thought. The fluid helps the glide with each thrust against Mingi’s thighs.

He’s panting by this point, eyes locked on the mess he left on the dark haired man’s face, pumping his cock in and out slowly, gripping Mingi hard enough to hopefully bruise. He wants to leave his mark everywhere .

Mingi shuffles a bit, moaning out a soft sound, lips smacking together, before he settles down again. Yunho had gone still, waiting to see if the other's eyes opened, and saw him like this. Debauched and taking whatever he wanted, with thought of the consequences.

But Mingi never woke up, just continued his slow, even breathing. Yunho couldn't help himself, started fucking forward harder, faster, tight noises and curses leaving his throat in a steady stream.

“ Shit . Gonna make you mine someday soon.”

Yunho gritted out between clenched teeth, sweat beading and dripping down the side of his neck. He was going to leave his mark on Mingi. He was going to claim him for the first time. He was going to-

“God, fuck-”

He pushed himself all the way to the hilt against Mingi’s thighs, as he reached his climax, his come spurting all over the white fabric of Mingi’s briefs, staining them, making them see through in some spots.

Yunho watched his come seep into the spot where the head of Mingi’s cock was located, watching the soft pink of it become more visible as the fabric got wetter.

His eyes rolled back with it, and he let out a feral laugh, tinged with desperation and insanity. Soon, he reminded himself for the nth time. Very soon.

He lets himself twitch for a little while longer, giving lazy thrusts, milking his orgasm for every last drop, until he started hissing with sensitivity.

His body throbbed from the intensity of tonight, and he was tempted to curl up right next to Mingi and fall asleep. Part of him wanted to hear Mingi’s horrified screams in the morning when he woke up, mostly naked, with a stranger in his bed, and come that wasn't his own staining his pelvis.

Maybe another time, he muses.

Yunho finally lets Mingi’s legs go, moving backwards so they can drop onto the bed with a soft thump , and he admires his work once more. He also snaps a few more photos, just because he can.

It takes him a few moments to gather himself, eyes lingering, unwilling to separate from his muse, despite the tiredness catching up to him.

With a heavy sigh, he tucked himself back into his pants, and readjusts his clothes so when he walks out, he doesn't look so ruffled.

He brings a leather clad hand up to run down the length of Mingi’s beautiful face, a thumb swiping over his still wet lip.

—

When Yunho slips out of the apartment that night, he leaves Mingi in the mess he created, thoroughly marked up, bruises blooming on his legs, and a drowsiness that’ll take him all of tomorrow morning to recover from.

He also leaves a note on Mingi’s side table that reads,

“  Sleep well, princess.

Love, 

 Y “