"What's there not to like?" Mingyu answered, only to have his voice catch on his fluster all over again as Fox's hand drew close, gaze tracking Fox's fingers, eyeing the plug—
And then Fox stalled to whine about the bet of all things, causing Mingyu to startle himself with a bright laugh, shaking his head at the pout on Fox's face.
"It's not a choice, it's a bet," he pointed out, leaning up to kiss Fox's precious lips. "You're supposed to be trying to drag this out. But I guess you can switch which outcome you're aiming for if you really want."
He pouted through the kiss, but mostly for the humour rather than anything else, quickly chasing up Mingyu's lips for another immediately afterwards.
"Both? If I hit exactly noon can we have both?" He asked, his tone hopefully as he used his hand with the plug to push Mingyu back down onto the sheets. Then he took position again, teasing with his fingers - the lube now warmer - before sliding one in as smooth as silk. He sighed happily.
"We really are going to have to do midnight and then morning sex immediately after each other more often--"
A quiet, breathy moan escaping him, Mingyu pressed down into Fox's touch at once, trying to get more of him, feel more of him. Mingyu could seldom be called a greedy man, but in this he was voracious. He gave up on the bet, figured it was as much a coin toss now or anything. Whenever they ended, whenever they left, that would decide their next activity and whatever lost out could wait until they got home. Speaking of...
"—so we agreed you're moving in, right?" he voiced with an air of deliberate casualness, trying to sound nonchalant about it. No big deal, just his secret boyfriend and definite love of his life moving into his apartment. It was just an extra three, four days a week. Didn't change anything at all. Definitely.
Fox bit his lip, his finger curling and stroking in reverence as Mingyu’s body opened easily and greedily for him, his other hand fiddling with the plug as he prepared to insert it. He was just sliding a second finger inside when Mingyu spoke and he froze.
He glanced up, the surprise evident on his face despite Mingyu’s casual tone as well as the fact that they had practically already said as much. He just hadn’t quite thought it through in those exact terms.
He felt his face flood with warmth and then his eyes quickly fell to his hands.
“A-ah... I mean... Yeah. If you want me to. If you don’t think you’d get sick of me,” he added with half a laugh, but it was clear he was actually nervous about it.
"How am I supposed to get sick of you when I've never once had my fill of you?" Mingyu demanded, moving straight past relief at the apparent acceptance of his request right back to uncertainty. Blinking, he sat up and took Fox by the wrist, stopping him, gazing steadily into the green of his eyes.
"...of course I want you to. I— I want to spend every second of every day with you. Doing this, or— Or watching you do other kinds of magic, or watching you eat, or telling you stupid jokes until you laugh. You're not... someone I'm putting up with, Huli," he insisted, leaning in close. "Being with you is a privilege. A gift. ...I love you."
He felt way too warm, a little dizzy at the thought. It was one thing to have a boyfriend, a lover, the love of his life - it was another thing entirely to be offered a home.
He swallowed, and then leaned forward to press a careful kiss to Mingyu’s lips.
“... yeah, okay,” he said quietly. “I want that too. To be with you, I mean. All the time.”
But how could Mingyu offer anything less than what Fox gave him? For all the money, the fame, the status— Mingyu hasn't had a home to go back to once since his parents passed and with them so too did his childhood home. The building was still there, full of memories, and yet it'd gone cold. Just an empty shell, like a corpse on its own.
Fox, meanwhile, seemed to breathe life into everything.
"Y-Yeah?" Mingyu winced, hating that he couldn't keep the tremor of excitement and disbelief out of his voice, forcing himself through it all the same as he grinned wide, letting go of Fox's hand to kiss him again, and again, and again. He crawled up, knowing Fox would only push him right back down, to clamber halfway into Fox's lap, giddy, peppering clumsy kisses over most of his face.
"Okay, you're moving in!" he repeated between kisses, voice all a rush with his surge of adrenaline. "We'll have to celebrate when we get back— Maybe I'll announce a vacation, book a flight to Europe... and stay at home with you all week, not leaving bed for anything. We'll live off granola bars and tap water and test out all the practical applications of magic in bed. Does that sound good?"
Fox grunted with the sudden weight in his lap, but a tentative, shy smile was riding to his lips simply from Mingyu’s clear excitement. Literally no one had ever been this excited to have him around, and it made his heart ache with fondness.
He was about to protest that Europe was too much, that he didn’t even technically have identification let alone a passport, but then Mingyu continued and all he could do was smile widely and lean in to press his forehead against his lover’s.
“Yeah. It sounds perfect.” He leaned forward, stealing a long kiss, pressing it deep even as his free hand braces against Mingyu’s back to keep him steady in his lap. Even as the hand caught between Mingyu’s legs curled it’s fingers and shallowly began to move.
Look, Mingyu knew a thing or two about his fox and he wouldn't spring Europe on him like that. Work him up to it, sure. Call it a honeymoon in the future, with or without the associated wedding. Something. Anyway.
Mingyu smiled readily into that kiss, heart so full of joy it ached. It was perfect, and this was perfect, and Fox was perfect, and Mingyu felt suddenly terrified that it was too much. This was too much good to have, too much good to get.
There had to be a catch. There was always a catch. A price to be paid. In magic, in life, in everything.
When people were greedy, got too much good. That was when tragedy would strike.
Shivering a little, Mingyu pushed past it. It didn't matter. He didn't care. He wanted this, would have it, would stop at nothing to keep having it. He went through life never asking for anything, and he would have this.
Sighing out in pleasure and satisfaction as Fox began to move his hand once more, Mingyu ground down into his lover's lap with renewed enthusiasm.
He chuckled, heat pooling in his groin from the sound of that sigh, cock twitching in his lap and just brushing against Mingyu when it did so.
“I will happily let you believe that,” he said with a laugh, pure and loving, as he slowly worked his way inside with his fingers. Patience, Fox. Patience. “But I’m afraid I might have to introduce you to a mirror, later, so you understand the concept a little more.”
He let out a satisfied breath as he slipped his free hand between them, fingers finding Mingyu’s cock and slowly beginning to stroke in time with the careful, opening thrusts.
“Tell me when you’re ready.” He whispered quietly. “I want you so much I can barely take it.”
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And then Fox stalled to whine about the bet of all things, causing Mingyu to startle himself with a bright laugh, shaking his head at the pout on Fox's face.
"It's not a choice, it's a bet," he pointed out, leaning up to kiss Fox's precious lips. "You're supposed to be trying to drag this out. But I guess you can switch which outcome you're aiming for if you really want."
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"Both? If I hit exactly noon can we have both?" He asked, his tone hopefully as he used his hand with the plug to push Mingyu back down onto the sheets. Then he took position again, teasing with his fingers - the lube now warmer - before sliding one in as smooth as silk. He sighed happily.
"We really are going to have to do midnight and then morning sex immediately after each other more often--"
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"—so we agreed you're moving in, right?" he voiced with an air of deliberate casualness, trying to sound nonchalant about it. No big deal, just his secret boyfriend and definite love of his life moving into his apartment. It was just an extra three, four days a week. Didn't change anything at all. Definitely.
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He glanced up, the surprise evident on his face despite Mingyu’s casual tone as well as the fact that they had practically already said as much. He just hadn’t quite thought it through in those exact terms.
He felt his face flood with warmth and then his eyes quickly fell to his hands.
“A-ah... I mean... Yeah. If you want me to. If you don’t think you’d get sick of me,” he added with half a laugh, but it was clear he was actually nervous about it.
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"...of course I want you to. I— I want to spend every second of every day with you. Doing this, or— Or watching you do other kinds of magic, or watching you eat, or telling you stupid jokes until you laugh. You're not... someone I'm putting up with, Huli," he insisted, leaning in close. "Being with you is a privilege. A gift. ...I love you."
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He swallowed, and then leaned forward to press a careful kiss to Mingyu’s lips.
“... yeah, okay,” he said quietly. “I want that too. To be with you, I mean. All the time.”
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Fox, meanwhile, seemed to breathe life into everything.
"Y-Yeah?" Mingyu winced, hating that he couldn't keep the tremor of excitement and disbelief out of his voice, forcing himself through it all the same as he grinned wide, letting go of Fox's hand to kiss him again, and again, and again. He crawled up, knowing Fox would only push him right back down, to clamber halfway into Fox's lap, giddy, peppering clumsy kisses over most of his face.
"Okay, you're moving in!" he repeated between kisses, voice all a rush with his surge of adrenaline. "We'll have to celebrate when we get back— Maybe I'll announce a vacation, book a flight to Europe... and stay at home with you all week, not leaving bed for anything. We'll live off granola bars and tap water and test out all the practical applications of magic in bed. Does that sound good?"
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He was about to protest that Europe was too much, that he didn’t even technically have identification let alone a passport, but then Mingyu continued and all he could do was smile widely and lean in to press his forehead against his lover’s.
“Yeah. It sounds perfect.” He leaned forward, stealing a long kiss, pressing it deep even as his free hand braces against Mingyu’s back to keep him steady in his lap. Even as the hand caught between Mingyu’s legs curled it’s fingers and shallowly began to move.
“It’s perfect, Angel.”
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Mingyu smiled readily into that kiss, heart so full of joy it ached. It was perfect, and this was perfect, and Fox was perfect, and Mingyu felt suddenly terrified that it was too much. This was too much good to have, too much good to get.
There had to be a catch. There was always a catch. A price to be paid. In magic, in life, in everything.
When people were greedy, got too much good. That was when tragedy would strike.
Shivering a little, Mingyu pushed past it. It didn't matter. He didn't care. He wanted this, would have it, would stop at nothing to keep having it. He went through life never asking for anything, and he would have this.
Sighing out in pleasure and satisfaction as Fox began to move his hand once more, Mingyu ground down into his lover's lap with renewed enthusiasm.
"You're what's perfect, Huli."
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“I will happily let you believe that,” he said with a laugh, pure and loving, as he slowly worked his way inside with his fingers. Patience, Fox. Patience. “But I’m afraid I might have to introduce you to a mirror, later, so you understand the concept a little more.”
He let out a satisfied breath as he slipped his free hand between them, fingers finding Mingyu’s cock and slowly beginning to stroke in time with the careful, opening thrusts.
“Tell me when you’re ready.” He whispered quietly. “I want you so much I can barely take it.”