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“Is that your boyfriend?”

Even in the dim lighting of the club, Mingi could easily see who Yeosang pointed out amongst the crowd. The constantly moving silhouette of Yunho in his crimson jacket caught the light and drew the eye to him, never in one place for too long. 

“Yep.” Mingi leaned back into the bar counter. It was quiet enough there that he could take a breather and just watch from where he was. 

“He’s lively.” Yeosang looked up from the drink he was mixing to watch Yunho flit around the room, weaving in and out of the lights and bodies with surprising agility for someone so tall.

“It’s full moon tomorrow, I think he’s kinda wired.”

Come the full moon he got like this. Even in the morning, Mingi had caught him staring up at the moon faint in the blue sky. By the evening he was restless and strung up more than normal, and when night fell the brightness reflected in his wide eyes left him itching to move around until he’d been released to the frenzy of the club’s multicolored lights.

The night was still young, and while Yunho was energized to hell and back, Mingi was only just starting to feel it. He grew more awake the later the night went on, and despite the dimly lit area he could see more clearly as the clock ticked closer to midnight. 

Once Yeosang passed him his drinks Mingi thanked him again and meandered his way back to a table in the corner, quieter in the pulse of music and bodies filling the space. 

Mingi slid into the empty side of the booth and nearly spilled the three drinks he held. “Where the hell did everyone go?” he pushed one of the glasses to Jongho who sat across from him, oddly alone now. 

“San is right there, don’t crush him.” Jongho snickered when Mingi looked down to the seat beside him and found a small ball of fur tucked into the corner. 

“Is he okay?” Mingi poked a little and he could hear San’s startled meow even over the layers of sound cloying in the air.

“He’s too drunk.” Jongho leaned over to get a look and the next time Mingi blinked, San was there in human form, flushed and just as groggy. 

“I’m not drunk.” San didn’t look much different either way, pink all over and blinking away fatigue. “You’re drunk.”

Unlike him, Jongho did not in fact look like he’d drank much at all, but Mingi knew for a fact he’d definitely had more than San. 

“Do I need to drive you home now?” Jongho asked San.

San shook his head. Once he was back in his cat form he jumped over the table and into Jongho’s lap, nearly knocking over the drinks again. 

“Ow, fuck, don’t claw me.” Jongho lifted San up but put him back down again when he went still. “Stay there, then.” Mingi passed him a glass and clinked theirs together before drinking.

The tang was sharp against Mingi’s teeth when he took a sip of the sangria Yeosang had made him. Hints of alcohol bled onto his tongue and even though the effects didn’t stay in his system, compared to San practically passed out he couldn’t really mind not being able to get drunk at times like these. The brightness shocked him awake a little more, and by then he felt perfectly energized when the hour was late. 

“Where are Hongjoong and Seonghwa?” Mingi asked. 

Jongho sighed and glanced to the pulsating lights of the room. “They said they were going to leave early, but now they’re out there somewhere probably eye-fucking each other awkwardly.” 

Jongho tried to move San again. He huffed then leapt back to the other side of the booth. Mingi let him curl up into his lap, much warmer than the air around him but welcome. He idly ran his fingers through soft fur while looking out to the crush of people on the dance floor. 

He couldn’t see much but Jongho was likely right about Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Searching a moment longer he couldn’t find either of them in the swimming lights, but the little glimpses of red were easy to spot—such a tall figure framed in the half-dark was impossible to ignore and Mingi found himself fixated on the movement of long legs and whirling steps across the floor.

The lights faded into a cold blue reminiscent of moonlight and Mingi watched the colors in Yunho turn washed out when he stepped into the brightness. The gleam of eyes meeting his sent a jolt through Mingi’s heightened senses, just close enough to see teeth flash when Yunho grinned at him. 

Mingi was frozen in place, unable to look away up until Yunho was right in front of him again and red filled his vision.

“Mingi!” Yunho immediately slid into the spot beside him, breaths still heavy in his chest. 

“Hey.” Mingi could hear the beating of his heart when he leaned in close and passed him the other sangria. “Drink something.” 

Yunho’s eyes were already bright and he drank it down faster than he should have, still hopped up on his own energy.

The heat radiating off him warmed Mingi too when he slid his arm into Yunho’s. San yelped in his lap, almost crushed between them but Yunho picked him up to look into his half-closed eyes. “Cute,” he cooed, and San purred when Yunho settled him in his lap once more. “Are you so drunk you’re falling asleep again?”

Even as Yunho practically downed his own drink, Mingi knew the alcohol was barely reaching his system. Especially in the heightened fervor just before the turn of the full moon, a werewolf’s constitution didn’t allow for it and the slightly manic energy was all his alone.

Still Yunho seemed content to rest next to Mingi for now. Even Hongjoong and Seonghwa came back to join the quieter corner of their table and piled in beside Jongho, both catching their breath a little. Mingi glanced between them and then to Jongho, who just shrugged and raised an eyebrow when he glanced at their joined hands. 

Mingi felt a little more on edge too, now that he was properly awake and he could pick out the ambient noise hanging in the air into the music and idle chatter. Beside him, Yunho’s voice carried on the undercurrent of their own conversation around the table. His laughter blended with the thrum of music in Mingi’s ears, even warmer when they were touching. 

Yunho leaned back and his searching hands found Mingi’s, gripping him tight under the table. He was already antsy again, idle touches extending to squeezing Mingi’s thigh and constantly combing through San’s fur when he was still settled peacefully on both their legs. His eyes darted around, almost unconsciously following little sounds he heard. Right then his senses were heightened even more than usual and even Mingi couldn’t hear everything that caught Yunho’s attention.

Contrary to Yunho's restless energy, now Mingi was able to relax with the moon overhead. The sweetness on his tongue was only better when the slight fog he felt during the daytime cleared and his senses were sharper. 

Though he couldn’t see the moon’s silver light, it was enough to make him laugh easier and the warmth of his friends beside him steadier.

He spent too much time immersed in their stupid conversations, watching Hongjoong and Seonghwa pretend like they weren’t still holding hands, San rotating between whoever was fidgeting around the least, and all of them collectively trying to convince Jongho to shoot his shot with someone he wouldn’t specify (Mingi would never admit it but he might have been the only one of them who had any game). 

To him it was revelry enough, to laugh with his friends like this. There was hardly a moment of quiet between all of them, and in a rare lull in the conversation he took Yunho’s hand again and he glanced over at Mingi a little distractedly. 

“You’re all warm.” Mingi reached out to feel for himself. “Getting restless?”

Yunho’s eyes followed Mingi’s hand coming to rest on his cheek, then flicked back to his face. “A bit.” Suddenly he got up, lifting San who meowed in disappointment. 

“Wanna dance?” Yunho reached out in return. “Come join me.” 

That smile spread bright across his face when Mingi readily accepted his hand. Yunho was just as light on his feet when he led Mingi into the center of the room. 

The neon lights were an energizing current on the both of them and Yunho used every ounce of the nervous energy buzzing through him to tear up the dance floor and sweep Mingi off his feet. 

It sparked a certain wanting in him, when Yunho slipped back into the place he went when the moon was high in the sky and he wanted to let go a little.

This time Mingi wasn’t just watching, but the focus of all that boundless spring of intensity that sent a thrill through him every time Yunho swung closer, always looking, always reaching to touch in all the ways he could.

Mingi teased in and out and away from him, one second all up in his face with their chests practically pressed together and the next just out of arm’s reach, but always close enough to see the hunger with which Yunho stared at him. 

It quickly turned into an unspoken little game, stepping in and out of reach, always teasing and taunting just enough to fan the flames between them. How fast the tables had turned from simply restless to a barely-concealed desire when Yunho couldn’t keep his eyes away from Mingi’s whirling form and arms thrown into the air in abandon.

Once he got into it, the rush of movement came easy and he was a colorful spirit in the wake of people all around them, free to laugh and let go. Yunho was just as bright in front of him when he stepped close and took hold of Mingi’s hand and waist like they were slow dancing. 

Mingi grinned at him, revealing his pointed canines that caught Yunho’s attention for a few seconds longer than it should have. “Hello, handsome.” 

Such an inane comment broke his concentration and Yunho laughed, unconsciously doing the same when his wolfish teeth flashed in the glare. Even his eyes were sharper now, boring into Mingi harsher than such a gentle brown should’ve been able to.

“Enjoying yourself?” Mingi let him stay close for now, firm under his own hands holding Yunho in place. “I should’ve come with you before, you seemed pent up.”

“Only if you wanted to.” That easy smile turned sharp too when Mingi pulled him in, pressed together so they were forced to look each other in the eye and he could feel Yunho’s heart hammering to the beat of the music. He must’ve been pent up in more ways than one—his ears always turned red when he was heightened in revelry, excitement, or maybe desire now that Mingi pushed up against him and felt the stiffness in his tight pants. 

Figures. Though he was no less turned on, it burned in his chest and Mingi couldn’t keep the grin from his lips as he pushed Yunho away again, letting him go to the flow around them. 

Yunho came back to seek him immediately, taking hold of Mingi’s hand as soon as he could reach him again. Mingi let his fingers go slack, but Yunho only clutched on tight. 

Mingi raised an eyebrow and relented, pulling him back to spin himself into Yunho’s arms. He didn’t expect Yunho to swing around and dip him low, lean arms supporting him even when Mingi’s hands flew to his chest to steady himself. 

In the shadow between them Yunho’s eyes gleamed bright and deadly. “You dance beautifully, princess.”

The many drinks filled with the sweetness of fruit still lingered on Mingi’s tongue when Yunho kissed his lips, brief but enough to send an electric thrill through him. It was gone as soon as it was there, and Yunho’s smile was softer when he pulled away. The other people around them cheered, and Yunho’s gaze snapped upwards when he realized they’d all been watching them dance.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Mingi said, smirking when Yunho’s eyes snapped back to him. “Dancing with me.” A brief glance to his chest, partially exposed under that blood-red jacket, had Yunho dragging him aside and away from prying eyes.

“I’ll dance with you more, then.” Yunho’s hand on his waist tightened and he leaned in close when he spoke. He didn’t need to—Mingi could feel his lips parting close to his skin, not touching but enough to take in his cologne and natural scent that he always knew. Mingi wondered if Yunho could smell the arousal pulsing through his system, hot and wild in his veins. 

God, Mingi needed to get him alone before they started grinding against each other in the club. 

“You can dance with me when we go back home.” 

Despite the hungry gleam in his eyes, the offer had Yunho smiling and nearly bouncing on his heels. If he had a tail it’d be wagging. 

“Let’s go let the others know we’re leaving.” Such puppylike enthusiasm was both cute and sent too much arousal rushing through Mingi’s head as Yunho hurried back to their table, hand in hand.  

When they approached, there were two others already there—Yeosang and Wooyoung stood chatting with the others and looked up when they stepped closer.

“Hey, guys.” Wooyoung glanced back to the neon lights in the center of the room. “Having fun out there?”

“Yeah. But we’re leaving early,” Mingi said, breathless now that he was away from the rush. “Sorry to ditch you guys here.”

Immediately there were a few glances to where they were still holding hands. “Okay,” Seonghwa said, the only one not sending them a look. “You’re going together, right?” 

Mingi nodded and immediately there came a chorus of ooohs from Jongho and Wooyoung. 

“We didn’t need to know that, so tmi,” Wooyoung mocked, eyeing their flushed cheeks and tousled hair. 

“They were practically dry humping each other on the dancefloor, what do you expect?” Jongho tapped Mingi’s thigh in front of him with a raised eyebrow. “You guys are shameless.”

“We live together, assholes.” It was enough to get Mingi embarrassed at the teasing even as Hongjoong shushed them, glaring at Jongho and Wooyoung who didn’t try in the slightest to hide their laughter.

“I’m clocking in now.” Wooyoung gave an exaggerated farewell gesture. “You guys have fun,” he said, snickering when Yunho covered his flushed cheeks. 

“I’ve still got work too.” Even Yeosang had cracked a smile at their expense (which was well worth the embarrassment in Mingi’s opinion) and he too wished them off, amused as he could be.

They bade the rest of their goodbyes and Yunho took Mingi’s hand once more and pulled him away and out into the night.

The air was blessedly cool and shot through with beams of moonlight. In this new light it carved out all the edges in Yunho’s frame, all the hard lines of his jacket and long legs carrying him forward in the illuminated streets. 

Now that they were out as much under the open as they could get here, Yunho slowed to turn his eyes up to the sky once more. Mingi stopped to look with him, the dark comforting in the wake of day. Now his eyes didn’t burn and he could see all the shapes and craters in the moon, forming the rabbit making rice cakes in its dark and light patches.

Mingi turned to Yunho, entranced as he was and still gripping his hand with his own too-warm fingers.

“Yunho?” Mingi nudged him a bit and immediately he snapped out of it. 

“Ah, yeah.” He had to blink away the pull on him like the tides, but it was obvious he was even more drawn to Mingi in front of him. “Are you cold?” Yunho touched his arm and he shivered.

“No,” he answered, all the raised hairs on his body not out of the chill even in his sleeveless shirt that didn’t cover enough. “I didn’t mean to distract you.”

The slightly wild look in his eyes zoned in on Mingi. “You didn’t.” It sure seemed like he was, the way Yunho was fixated on him. “You look so good like this,” he breathed, like he was still caught up in the rush. “All bathing in the moon.”

The way Yunho looked at him, like he was the moon—it made the desire in his veins rush back in full force. “I’ll look even better when you're touching me too.”

The words were enough of a prompt and Mingi couldn’t help giggling when Yunho perked up and took his hand to lead him down the block.

He was determined enough that they made it back in record time, and as soon as the front door closed Mingi had Yunho by the lapels and pulled him in to kiss him stupid.

Already covered in crimson, he looked perfectly delectable for Mingi to sink his teeth into. The red leather slid off his shoulder to reveal skin and Mingi immediately had his hands slipped into Yunho’s shirt. It was a bit of a shame that he had to take off that damn jacket to get in closer, but it was worth it when he felt the breathless laugh in Yunho’s chest through his fingertips. “So eager.” 

“I don’t see why I shouldn’t be.” As if Yunho wasn’t the one undressing Mingi with his eyes the whole evening. The skintight jeans and leather top Mingi wore showed off plenty for Yunho to take in too, and he didn’t overlook a single inch of revealed skin or shiny fabric. Yunho’s own pants hugged his figure enough for Mingi to appreciate those long legs slotted between his own, but the red jacket was what really did it for him, after watching the flashes of Yunho’s pretty neck and collarbones through it he could touch all he wanted, sliding the jacket over his shoulders.

“Bite me.” Yunho tilted his head aside to expose his throat, visibly constricting when he swallowed. “I need it.”

Mingi’s fangs suddenly felt too big in his mouth that filled with saliva upon hearing Yunho say the words. “I will, but in a minute. And just a little, you’re going to be tired tomorrow.”

Yunho instead yanked Mingi closer. “Then let’s go.”

Their bedroom took too long to reach when Yunho wouldn’t let go to pause in kissing Mingi deeply, a little feral for it when he crushed them together. Yunho’s pointed incisors bit at his lip, not enough to break skin but well enough to make them red and slick with saliva. 

Even after Mingi pushed him back and they fell into bed all over each other, Yunho still held him close to bite and nip at every inch of skin he could reach until Mingi was covered in love bites in the shape of his nibbling teeth.

“Don’t you at least want to take my clothes off properly?” Mingi chuckled at Yunho with his head buried in his chest and surrounded by the black leather. 

“I don’t know, you look nice like this.” Yunho turned his eyes up to look at him while he bit into the softness of his chest. Mingi gasped when he felt teeth scrape his skin, too smooth to keep a grip and they just slid off. Yunho still did his best to suck as many pink marks into Mingi’s tits as he could, reaching through the dip in his top to make him squeak. 

All of that energy kept him persistent and Mingi was outright moaning by the time he could catch his breath. Yunho was squeezing around him with both hands for enough leverage to get a mouthful of Mingi’s softness, and finally he bit down to leave imprints of his teeth.

“Ah! Fuck…” 

Mingi’s hand flew to his tousled hair and held him steady. He could feel the bite of each of Yunho’s teeth digging into him, not enough to really hurt but enough to mark when he pulled away to examine his work. The softer pink hickeys covered him thoroughly, and in the midst there was the stark imprint of sharp teeth left in a deeper shade, just shy of breaking skin.

“You look even better like this.” Yunho leaned in to soothe his tongue over the bite, always the perfect balance of gentleness even in his slightly crazed state. 

The moonlight outside doused him in its cold light. The brightest gleam of his eyes were turned to Mingi, enraptured as if he were Yunho’s moon.

Mingi wanted to see him bare underneath it. The fabric of his own pants was becoming too cloying and he struggled to pull them off, still straddling Yunho’s lap.

Those big hands slid under his waistband and wordlessly helped Mingi undress. Sitting with his back to the window, all of Yunho’s face was cast in shadow save for the shine of sharpness through parted lips. 

Mingi wanted those teeth in him. “Take these off?” He tugged at Yunho’s shirt too, exposing his shoulders that looked good enough to bite into in return. 

Yunho’s ears were red as his jacket that he tossed aside, in too much of a hurry now that he didn’t even let Mingi help, but it was good enough to watch him slip off everything to leave him exposed for the moonlight to reach his skin.

He must’ve been more pent up than Mingi had thought—the moment he was free of all his clothing Yunho practically threw himself into bed between Mingi’s legs.

“You okay, baby?” Mingi touched a hand to his cheek and Yunho leaned into it. 

“M’ good.” Yunho’s nose was buried in his wrist, inhaling his scent that always drove him crazy now when he was most sensitive to it. “You’re so soft. I like your cologne, but I like it more when I can smell you.” 

“What do I smell like?” Mingi had asked before but each time Yunho gave a different answer. 

“Mm, kind of… I don’t know, just like you.” 

Yunho’s eyes were a little dilated when Mingi tilted his chin up. His cheek was still pressed at his wrist, against his pulse points. “I want you. Please?”

Such eagerness reflected in Yunho’s eyes and the way he pawed at Mingi’s chest, so desperate even when he hadn’t felt anything yet. 

“Then come get me.” Mingi lay back and Yunho dragged himself on top of him, curled over so all Mingi could see was the gleam of teeth hovering over his jaw. Instead of the sting he expected, there was only the softest kiss, pressed to his skin while Yunho held him with one hand on the other side of his cheek. 

When they were lying together he made sure to give Mingi all of his soft touches as much as bruising teeth. Of everything, it was a small, tender kiss that took his breath away the most.

Yunho slotted their hips together to kiss him more, pressed skin to skin in a warm blanket over him. The heat turned scorching when Yunho rutted against him the tiniest bit, barely enough for them to touch but it sent Mingi reeling when he was already hard and aching.

“Fuck, fuck—” Mingi clenched his legs around Yunho’s waist. “Fuck me.” 

Trapped between his thick thighs, Yunho squirmed in his grip and Mingi could practically feel the arousal buzzing through him. “Let me go then,” he said, as close to whining as Mingi had heard him. “I’ll get the lube and fuck you properly.”

Mingi released him and Yunho scrambled to the nightstand to grab the bottle, settling himself into place when he returned. It was cute how enthusiastic he was when energized by the light of the moon washing over them both. 

He was reminded it wasn’t only the cute, puppylike Yunho in front of him when Mingi felt hands digging into his thighs then pushing them up to his chest. Yunho’s fingers gripped close to where he was most sensitive, not yet teasing inside but just staring at Mingi laid out under him with a certain desire unhidden now that they were laid bare.

“Yunho,” Mingi called out for him even if he was only an arm’s length away. “Let me touch you.” 

“You are touching me.” The hand on his thigh moved lower to tease at the base of his cock, barely a brush of skin but enough to make Mingi cry out. He held there, stroking over his cock just enough to make the drop of precum roll down Mingi’s skin and onto his fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” Yunho had all but forgotten about the moon at his back, instead fixated on Mingi’s every little reaction, all pulled out of him by his own hands. 

“Don’t you want to touch, not just look?” Mingi used his legs to shove them closer together, tangled up in each other. “Give me that.” He reached for the bottle of lube but Yunho finally snapped out of it to pop it open. 

“Here, I’ll do it for you.” The low note of hunger in his voice sent a tremor through both of them. 

Yunho took his sweet time rubbing lube between his fingers until it dripped down his wrist and onto the inside of Mingi’s thighs, already the tiniest bit wet from Yunho’s cock spreading precum between them. Finally he relented when Mingi’s whines grew louder, and his hand dipped down to stroke over Mingi’s entrance all fluttering already and waiting.

All of his senses went out the window when the slick push turned to more pressure and Yunho slipped one finger into him. Mingi tried to contain the embarrassing cry, biting his lips raw, but Yunho saw the drop of blood when he bit down too hard and the red mixed with the slickness of saliva in his mouth. 

“Don’t do that, I wanna hear you.” Yunho leaned over Mingi to kiss the red off his lips. At the same time he pushed in another long finger and the stretch turned electric in his core.

“Yunho…” Mingi couldn’t resist grabbing his cheeks in one hand, watching the way he closed his eyes and tilted his head aside. Mingi could feel Yunho’s blood pumping with all his senses now; so inviting and perfect, Mingi could sink his teeth in now but he refrained and only planted a kiss to his neck. “If you want it, you have to wait. We’ll save the best for last.”

Yunho’s eyes narrowed. “Then I’ll be sure to make you just as desperate for it.”

The prodding of fingers inside him turned harsher when he felt a third slide into him, bruising in the intensity. If he wasn’t already desperate, now Mingi cried out and clutched at anywhere he could hold Yunho's arms above him. He was careful not to brush over Mingi’s prostate, only doing his utmost to stretch him out with three fingers sliding in and out too slowly to give any kind of relief.

“You fucking tease,” Mingi complained. He reached lower to where they were pressed together and Yunho’s hand flew down to bat him away. “You’re too tight, princess.”

Mingi clicked his tongue. “Won’t even let me do it myself?”

“No.” It came out with a hint of a growl in the back of his throat that reminded Mingi he bit too. 

The slight rasp of rough edges only fueled Mingi’s arousal deep in his core. Yunho didn’t seem to notice when he was too focused on opening Mingi up, too thoroughly for his taste.

“I’m ready.” Mingi instead wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck. “Please.”

“Don’t you want to take my knot, princess?’ He was back to the sweet tone again. Yunho slid all three fingers in and curled upwards until Mingi twitched and his mouth fell open. 

It was too hard to formulate the thought when he was blinded with sudden pleasure pressed directly to his prostate. “Fuck, yeah, I—”

The onslaught eased off and he could breathe without the pleasure clouding his senses. He already missed it. “Yeah, I’m gonna take all of you. Come closer and see.” 

This time Yunho was satisfied when he pulled out and ran his fingers over Mingi’s fluttering hole, now pink and loose enough to let him slip in easily. “Okay, you’re right then.”

Mingi grinned. Yunho was just as desperate for it, a slightly feral light in his eyes when he leaned in close and pushed Mingi’s legs up to his chest. Still he stalled even longer, bathed in the moonlight and taking in the sight of Mingi before him.

Mingi reached between them and this time Yunho didn’t react until he wrapped two fingers around the stiffness at the base of his cock right where his knot would be, and Yunho hissed and fell forward. 

“Desperate,” Yunho chided, like he wasn’t so rock hard it looked painful. “You’re so fucking pretty like this, all in the moonlight and open for me.” 

The press of his cock at Mingi’s sensitive hole was dizzying, only sending him further into pleasure when Yunho pushed in slowly, a deep burn all the way into him until he bottomed out. 

It knocked the breath out of Mingi’s lungs. The bruising stretch inside him, Yunho’s warm chest pressing into him, hands touching and soothing everywhere—it filled his senses with pleasure so delicious he could only lie still and savor it.

Yunho’s gaze on him was cutting, boring into him in a way that only turned him sharper, insistent when he snapped his hips into Mingi. It was the perfect side of harsh and only wrung more breathy moans from him, mouth open and gasping. 

He knew Yunho was still looking even with his eyes slitted closed, and sure enough not a moment later Yunho was there, shoving his tongue through Mingi’s lips to lock them together. In his haste he nicked himself on Mingi’s fangs and iron bloomed between them, an exquisite decadence to Mingi and surely less to Yunho, but enough that he continued to kiss into Mingi’s mouth with a fervor. 

The blood on his lips was barely visible, only staining them pinker when Mingi pulled him off by force. “I told you, save the best for last.” 

Yunho’s gaze was dark fixated on Mingi’s pearly teeth. “You’ll be too fucked to do it properly.”

Mingi laughed. “Bold of you to say.” He let just enough teasing into his voice to guarantee that Yunho would rise to the challenge and rail him until he cried.

He knew it would work. Yunho was so predictable—it immediately spurred him into action, finally increasing the pace of his thrusts to nearly punishing. Fueled by that boundless energy, he channeled every bit into fucking Mingi into the sheets. That wild edge that he’d been reining in before bared its teeth now when Yunho snapped at Mingi’s neck and bit down until he bruised. 

“Ah! Yunho—” Mingi’s senses converged to the throbbing bite in his neck, a breath away from breaking skin and letting him bleed like he did to Yunho. The thought excited him a little more than it should have, to be devoured by the jaws of a hunter in the same way. 

Even with his feral streak on full display, Yunho was simultaneously so gentle with Mingi as he shook and writhed on Yunho’s cock, lost in his own pleasure while Yunho touched and kissed and fucked him into it. 

He was soft again when he fell forward and nuzzled into Mingi’s neck. His tongue darted out to lick over Mingi’s cheek, such a gesture he rarely saw, and that always came with some measure of embarrassment on Yunho’s end. His ears were still all red when Mingi kissed him in return, and as if realizing what he was doing he turned away immediately. 

“Baby, let me see you.” Mingi laughed when Yunho met his eyes, all dazed and just as fucked. “My feral little pup.” 

“You bite me too, you’re just as feral, then.” The bites covering Mingi’s body ached already; Yunho only turned his head to Mingi’s arm and bit down yet again, this time over his wrist where he could sink all his sharp molars into Mingi. 

“Hungy much?” Mingi held still until Yunho released him, satisfied with the deep imprints of his teeth left in Mingi’s skin. 

“You taste good too.” Yunho didn’t let go of his wrist and licked over him again. The burn in Mingi’s core spread to his skin in a blush that Yunho could surely see even through the bluish light. 

“That’s supposed to be my line.” Mingi dug his heels in and Yunho hissed when it shoved him deeper. “Fuck me harder and you’ll get it.”

“Alright, princess.” Yunho shoved him down again and resumed those harsh thrusts that rocked Mingi into the bed, wringing moans from him that Yunho drank in just as eagerly. 

With every slide into Mingi, Yunho’s cock stretched him out at the base where his knot was beginning to form, hard and bruising in his clenching hole. The slickness of lube and precum between them made his knot pop through every time he pulled out or thrust back in, catching on Mingi’s rim too many times for him to bear and he was nearly there, a breath away from release.

Yunho seemed to know exactly what made Mingi shake in his arms and chose that moment to pull out to leave him empty. Amidst Mingi’s whines, Yunho slid his arms around Mingi’s waist and maneuvered them until he was straddling Yunho’s lap, upright once more and sitting with Yunho's cock just outside at his back. 

“You can come like this, can’t you, princess?” 

Yunho’s grin was full of sharp teeth and the menacing promise of yet more to give. Mingi bared his own teeth by parting his lips to brush them over Yunho’s jaw, not close to where he needed to be but enough to get him to shut up while Mingi guided himself back into place.

Mingi sank down on Yunho’s cock again, easily now even when it filled him so thoroughly. When he felt the swell of a half-formed knot, Mingi only gritted his teeth and tried to relax until it slipped through. 

The breath in his lungs wasn’t enough to carry his moans, choking on them as tears welled in his eyes at such overwhelming fullness. Mingi cried out, held steady by Yunho’s arms around his thighs. He felt the brush of teeth over his cheeks when Yunho licked them, tasting the scent of his pleasure. 

“God, you take me so well, princess.” Yunho rutted up into him, slowing down to only a grind into Mingi’s prostate. “Please, princess, I want you in me too.” Yunho’s hand in Mingi’s hair guided him into the crook of his neck, warm and pulsing with his harsh breaths. 

Mingi could barely hold on under the waves of pleasure sparking through him. He turned his head, cheek rested into Yunho’s neck, the urge to bite an overwhelming wave when he knew how delicious Yunho was under the skin. 

It was hard to get a grip, weak with ecstasy as he already was. Judging by Yunho’s smile, he remembered the promise to fuck him stupid. Still, his satisfaction wasn’t yet complete and he pressed Mingi’s head into his skin, his whispers becoming more desperate by the second.

“Please, princess, please—I want it. Just a taste, I know you want to bite me too.”

Such begging stoked his own desire to burn hotter. Mingi found the coherency to push his fingers into Yunho’s neck, and his pulse jumped the moment before Mingi sunk his fangs in until blood welled around his lips.

Yunho’s cries were pure bliss, shuddering in Mingi’s arms as he pulled their hips flush and his knot expanded to lock them together. 

The taste permeating all his senses and Yunho’s desperate hands stroking him to his own pleasure had Mingi unravelling, clenching up around his knot and still trying to fuck himself on Yunho’s cock until the pull was near unbearable. 

The aftershocks of their passion cooled with both of them spent and breathless. Mingi ran his tongue over the puncture wounds in Yunho’s skin—they were already healing, not even bleeding once he licked away the last drops coating his lips. Just a small taste was enough to have him floating in the pleasure, with the taste of Yunho lingering in his mouth. 

Yunho’s eyes were closed in the haze of bliss. He was perfectly content now, that wild energy of his satisfied with Mingi in his arms. He blinked his eyes open when Mingi kissed up his neck and met him in the middle. 

They shifted as much as they could tied together, Yunho lying on his back and Mingi on top of him, now watching his face illuminated by silver. Such fondness that was always there glowed brighter in their shared pleasure, and Mingi couldn’t help kissing him again, all soft under his lips.

Yunho stirred when Mingi shifted on him. “Comfortable?” He held Mingi’s thighs steady without any pressure now. 

“As comfortable as I can be impaled on your cock.” 

Yunho’s laugh was warm and carried the echo of a rasp. “I can move a little.” 

“Nah, you’re good. I want to look at you.” At this angle Mingi could see the light filtering into his wolfish eyes, the moon strong enough to get him so intense but also so sweet. The bite on his neck was all but gone, only little cuts that were closed neatly when Mingi brushed his thumb over them.

“Admiring your marks?” Yunho tilted his head aside to give him better access. “Feel free to leave more.”

Mingi kissed across his neck, but didn’t use teeth. “You’ll be tired tomorrow if I feed more,” he reasoned when Yunho just pouted. “I think you left enough marks for the both of us anyway.” 

Pink covered Mingi’s skin in hickeys that were already fading, but the worst of it was the purple bruises in the shape of Yunho’s sharp jaws on his chest and neck and wrist. The ache was a pleasant buzz in him, a reminder of who devoured him with such tender and intense touches. 

Yunho’s cheeks flamed when he saw the darkening bite marks all over Mingi. “Oops, I didn’t mean to…”

“Maul me?” Mingi giggled at Yunho’s horrified expression.

“Do it somewhere so visible.” Yunho touched the mark too high on his neck to be concealed by a regular shirt. “Sorry, did I go too hard this time?”

Mingi shook his head. “You’re so cute,” he cooed and pinched Yunho’s cheek.

He was reminded of his teeth when Yunho nipped at his fingers. “I’m literally still inside you right now, don’t call me cute.”

“So pretty, then.” Yunho belonged in the moonlight washing over them, the silver light that turned him soft while accentuating all his wolfish features. Mingi belonged with him, both of them wrapped around each other under the night sky.

Nocturnal or not, lying on Yunho’s chest and listening to the beat of his heart was making Mingi sleepy enough to settle down and let himself doze. “After this let’s go to sleep early, you need to rest.”

Yunho’s fond eyes never moved from him when he brushed his fingers through Mingi’s hair. “Whatever you say, princess.”