title from miss you - conan gray.

actually pretty proud of this one 

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seungmin's on his way to minho's apartment. at the ass crack of 10 pm, when he's supposed to be laying in bed scrolling through useless reels. he's driving to his ex husband's apartment.

technically they aren't ex husbands yet. they were just sick and tired of each other and has been living in seperation for 6 months now.

all because of a stupid text.

minho misses seungmin. he misses the usual morning coffee. misses his broad shoulders poking his back at night when seungmin clings to him. misses seungmin's cute sleeping face. misses the little sweet moments and cuddles they shared. misses how pretty seungmin looks while petting and spoiling the shit out of his three babies.

and for what goddamn reason he decided to text seungmin that.

don't know what possessed him, probably the ghost of i-fucking-miss-my-husband, but he did that anyway.

and now seungmin's on his way to minho's apartment.

the doorbell rang.

he's here.

HE'S FUCKING HERE.

"hi."

minho awkwardly greets him at the door, as seungmin looks around the small apartment.

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they ended up sitting side by side on the couch, in terribly awkward silence.

finally minho breaks the silence.

"minnie-ah..."

a small hum escaped seungmin's throat in response.

"i miss you. i really do."

he continued, a heavy sigh in his voice.

"i missed your kisses. missed your cuddles. missed how you'd buy my cats toys and food to spoil them. missed how annoying you could be. missed your voice. missed everything about you."

"minnie, even if we can't get back to what we originally started with, i still love you. i really do."

and on that note, minho suddenly broke into tears.

his sobbing was unpredictable and had a shocked seungmin panicking as minho latches himself onto the younger's broad shoulders.

seungmin gently wrapped his arms around minho's body, and (with struggle) moved him enough so that minho ends up on his lap. he just lets minho sob his eyes and lungs away in his neck, wetting a bit of his shirt in the process.

"minnie. sniff i love you... sniff c-can we get back again?" minho whispers, after crying for a while. he is now sitting on seungmin's lap, inhaling the familiar scent of his husband that he didn't get to smell for ages.

"i still love you, hyung. i missed you and your cat shenanigans," seungmin smiled gently as he placed tender kisses on minho's hair and forehead, he's been missing this for ages.

minho finally looked back up at him after almost half an hour. his eyes run over seungmin's starry eyes, his nose, his sharp jaw again. their eyes met.

minho doesn't know how it happened, or who did it first, but their lips ended up against each other. seungmin's lips are still the same the last time minho remembered it - still plush and soft, moving gently against his own. it feels like the past again. he doesn't know how he ended up on seungmin's lap, their bodies as close as they have been before. seungmin held him so tenderly like he was made of glass. his hands were on his waist, rubbing comforting circles on it.

this almost feels like the past.

almost feels like when they were still madly in love. and not seperated for 6 months.

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"hyung, be gentle... it's been long since i last had sex" seungmin whispered, clearly embarrassed. somehow it went from making out to him lying on his back in minho's bed, half naked with nothing below his waist but his gray hoodie still on. his smooth inner thighs are now covered in bright red marks and his neck littered with hickeys, looking like blooming scarlet flowers on a garden. the artwork of lee minho, thank you very much.

"don't worry baby, hyung will take care of you" minho smiled, slowly spreading seungmin's long legs open with one hand as he caresses seungmin's ass with the other. a light squeeze makes seungmin flinch, he's always been so sensitive at minho's touch. seungmin's legs slowly seperate, as minho admires his sensitive, tight little pink hole in front of him.

"stop looking!" seungmin pouts. he's embarrassed, having his husband who he haven't seen for 6 months staring. he flinches as minho's tongue licks a stripe up his hole, a moan escaping his swollen lips. his cock endlessly oozes precum, staining his hoodie but fuck it. seungmin squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a pathetic noise that sounded like "hyung", before minho buried his face in his ass again. wet, throaty whines tumbled their way out of seungmin's mouth as minho continued to slurp at his hole. minho pushed seungmin's knees to his chest and looked down at his puffy pink hole, glistening and on display.

"pretty" minho said proudly as he looked at the gorgeous little thing between seungmin's legs, swollen and puffy because of him.

"shut up." seungmin grumbled.

seungmin's hips buckle up as two of minho's fingers make it inside him. the small fingers keeps appearing and disappearing away, making seungmin pronounce broken noises from his lips. a third finger goes in.

it feels wrong to be doing this after 6 months of not seeing, no texts, no nothing, but seungmin doesn't have a fuck to give at this point. all he cares is that minho made up with him and is now three fingers deep inside him, loosening him up.

"can i now?" minho asks fondly, as he feels that seungmin is loose enough. a small nod and whimper answers him back.

positioning the tip at his opening, minho slowly enters seungmin inch by inch, making sure he feels every little movement filling him up.

"you good?" he smiles, moving seungmin's bangs over to the side to see his face. minho plants small, loving kisses on seungmin's neck and collarbone, while steadily moving inside, puncturing soft moans from the younger.

"yes... mfgh-... k-kiss me please" he whined, as minho rolled his hips slow but deep inside him, making him feel every inch of his length.

seungmin wanted kisses and who is minho to deny his wants. it is not his fault seungmin is cute and he's a weak weak man after all. he slotted his lips with seungmin's, exploring his warm mouth with his tongue, biting and sucking on the younger's bottom lip. the room is filled with humiliating wet noises of hip against ass as the older gradually fucks him harder. 

"ah, ah, a– mhm–  i'm close" seungmin whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels his orgasm approaching, his back arching as he felt minho's dick hitting against his prostate with each thrust. 

"do it, baby. come for me" the elder smiled sweetly. 

"ple–" seungmin gurgles, fingers scrabbling to wrap around minho's wrist. he wails as minho rams into him, soft and tender, just the way he wants, just the way he needs, eyes rolling back as he comes untouched, warm and messy all over his hoodie.

"can i come inside you?" minho asks, all he needs is a nod of consent as his own release is lingering around.  seungmin is still overwhemled post-orgasm, all he could do is nod his head slightly, not being able to form actual words. 

minho gently marks soft kisses down his husband's neck, slamming in deep before releasing inside him. seungmin trembles as minho fills him up, warm and wet. ninho hisses, hips moving in small thrusts, pushing in even deeper as he finishes, ears ringing from the force of his orgasm.

minho takes a second to catch his breath before slowly pulling out, watching his come oozing out sluggishly. seungmin whimpers softly, and minho swallows as he sees his hole clench, red and puffy.

"go to sleep, puppy. i'll take care of you. you did well." a soft kiss pressed to his forehead.

and they were back to husbands again.

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