Enjoy.

Mingi woke up to arms draped over his torso. They were warm, probably from all the hours beneath the sheets.

He yawned loudly and stretched his arms aside. The person held him tighter.

Mingi smiled at Seonghwa's pouty lips while whining and begging for him to stay.

"Mingi... Mingi, don't go."

"Let's get up for breakfast, sweetheart."

"Mmm, no."

"Yes."

Seonghwa shook his head and tucked his face into Mingi's neck. For an odd reason, Seonghwa's nose scrunched up with discomfort.

"I'm getting up then." Mingi kissed Seonghwa's forehead and sat up. He found slippers and tied a robe over his pajamas. Then stepped out towards the kitchen.

Mingi was in the middle of brewing coffee when he felt arms snake around his waist and press against his back. He thought it was Seonghwa until he felt a head settle on his shoulder.

"Good morning."

"Hey."

"Just a hey? Nothing after last night?" Yunho pressed his lips on Mingi's lower jaw. "Why don't you tell me how good it felt?"

Mingi hesitantly tilted his head to the side for more kisses. "T-This isn't right, Yunho."

"No?" Yunho's hands shifted downward to undo Mingi's robe. Then they quickly slipped down his pajama pants to palm him.

"Ugh." Mingi sighed. "Your dad..."

"So what about him? Forget him."

"We're going to get caught, baby." Mingi found Yunho's hands and closed his hands over them to stop.

But Yunho was insistent and didn't budge. Instead, he bit Mingi's ear. "Stay quiet, Mingi. And we'll do it like we used to do."

Mingi let the strength in his hands fall as Yunho started moving them again. He panted quietly, feeling the older pleasure him just right.

"You feel that? The way I'm rubbing you?" Yunho whispered.

"U-uh-huh..."

"Touch yourself, Mingi. You can do it." Yunho's hand guided Mingi to stroke himself. The younger shivered in arousal.

"Yeah, just like that. Touch yourself like that." Yunho left the boy's pants to lift his shirt and play with his nipples. "Keep your hands there. That's it."

Mingi's mouth parted into an 'O' the second Yunho licked his buds. Coupled with the feeling down his pants, he wanted to grind his pelvis against something... or someone.

Yunho noticed. How desperate he looked, how helpless he was. So he led Mingi to a dining room chair and straddled him.

A string of curses left Mingi's mouth when Yunho dragged himself back and forwards in his lap. He felt the older had no underwear on, just like him, only the thin pajama pants to cover their lengths.

"How does that feel, Mingi?"

"G-Good Yunho... Good-"

"Is that how you respond to me, princess?" Yunho squeezed Mingi's jaw with a single hand.

"No, master. I'm sorry, master."

Yunho hummed. "Good little slut. My pretty little slut." He caressed Mingi's hair softly.

"Mingi?!"

Mingi rushed to the kitchen as Yunho dove away. He brushed his face to hide any traces of blush.

"I was expecting a whole breakfast," Seonghwa joked. "We can cook one together, though. It's okay."

"S-Should we make some for Yunho?"

"Yunho? He should be knocked out from last night's party. No need to." Seonghwa patted Mingi's back. He felt Mingi tense up. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah... Bed just felt rough."

"Ah. Should I change it? I think I can-"

Mingi shook his head, holding Seonghwa's hands in his own and kissing his head. "No, it's alright."

Seonghwa nodded slowly. "Mingi, can I ask you something?"

"What, sweetheart?" Mingi poured coffee into his mug with a slight trembling in hand.

"What are we?"

"Hm?" More distracted shuffling.

"Hey," Seonghwa set a hand on Mingi's cheek and forced his face to see him. "I don't like to think we're just fuckbuddies anymore. We've lasted longer than that."

"Longer?"

"Yeah... Well, longer than two weeks longer," Seonghwa shrugged. "And I feel an attraction to you, Mingi."

"Yeah, but Yunho wouldn't-"

"Forget about Yunho. This is between you and me. He won't bother you anymore."

Mingi softly kissed the rich man's lips, but he felt it different after reliving the taste of Yunho on him, in him.

Loud, heavy footsteps entered the kitchen. Mingi dropped Seonghwa's hands and turned to cook.

"I have school. Can you give me a ride, dad?" Yunho muttered with a quiet tone.

"Yeah," Seonghwa looked at them both. "I'll drop Mingi off after we eat. Sit down."

"Not hungry." Yunho turned and walked to his room.

~~~~

Mingi sat down at his usual table in the cafeteria. He could feel stares on him. Indeed the school found out already. Not that he cared.

After all, he was the one scoring not one, but two just about every night. They were just annoyed.

Yunho's table was as loud as usual. It was a rare sight to see them bring their lunches in wherever they bought them. But who didn't appreciate the modern cafeteria's look every once in a while?

Mingi finished his food, tossed his trash away, and threw his bag over his shoulder. The next class would be in about an hour or so. He would kill time at the library or something.

"Mingi~" a familiar voice teased.

Mingi grunted as his back touched the wall. He heard others snickering at the show.

"What now, Yunho?"

"I'm not done with you," the older muttered. He held Mingi by the collar.

Someone laughed in the background. "Punch the shit out of him, Yunho!"

A slight grin formed on Yunho's face.

"Yunho! Leave him alone!"

Yunho's friends groaned though some laughed. "Guess whose mommy's here," they teased.

"Yunho!" Seonghwa called with a frown.

"Oh, dad," Yunho began with a big smirk across his face. "You're missing so much of the story."

Seonghwa stopped in place. "What-"

"You thought you could have all my classmates. Especially this one." Yunho tugged at Mingi's collar with more force. "But you don't know anything at all."

Everyone gasped as Yunho released his prey to kiss and push him against the wall. Mingi hugged him, moaning with need.

Seconds later, Yunho cockily pulled away, holding Mingi by the hair. "Seonghwa, you didn't know he belonged to me first. To my dick, first."

Seonghwa watched Mingi submit himself to his son, a drowsy and addicted look on his face. His hands clenched into fists, but zero tears came to his eyes.

"Next time," Yunho wiped saliva from his lips.

"Play with someone your age, dad."