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Mingi’s heart was pumping in his ears. The Lions had a one point lead over the Bulldogs, and number twenty-fucking-three wouldn’t get off his arse. The constant boos from one side of the MCG and cheers from the other rang in his ears, his legs ached from the constant running and tackling. He just can’t seem to shake Yunho off his side.“Another beautiful mark from Choi Jongho of the Lions!” The commentators announced, snapping Mingi back into reality. The Grand Final was always hard. The physical and mental strain from being watched by the entire nation is enough to make anyone run on pure adrenaline for at least the last quarter. He was exhausted, but the Western Bulldogs cannot lose another Grand Final to the Brisbane Lions.Yunho was in a very open position and closest to the goal posts. His team would be stupid not to send it their way. Mingi stuck to Yunho like he had been the last two hours.Inhale. Exhale. Focus.The ball flew over the field, right in their direction. Predictable, but safe, Mingi thought. He felt Yunho launch himself upward, his knee landing on Mingi’s shoulder. “Jeong with the specky! Can you believe it!”The Lions fans erupted in cheers as Mingi fell to the ground, mud on his face and upper body. He scrambled back to his feet running backward in hopes of defending the goals. The umpire nearby announced for the game to continue, letting Yunho line up for his kick. Two minutes on the clock. The ball collided with his foot, soaring over Mingi’s head, no matter how high he jumped. It bounced on the ground between the goal posts. “What an upset for the Doggies!”The crowd could be heard across Melbourne, the cameras focused on Yunho’s victory lap. His teammates cheered him on as the next play was set up, Mingi walking to his position on the mid field. One minute, forty-seven seconds.Time felt slow as the game continued, the Bulldogs coach yelling from the sidelines in a mixture of encouragement and anger. The ball bounced, getting knocked near Mingi’s feet.Grab. Run. Bounce. Kick.Mingi spotted that his team captain, Chris, was wide open. He kicked the ball away in the nick of time as Yunho collided with him, bringing them both to the ground. “You fucking obsessed with me or what?” Mingi joked, scrambling to his feet and bolting down to their goal posts. Chris can’t keep the ball forever after all.Yunho dashed after him, keeping close in case he needed to tackle him again. The ball zipped across the field, changing hands faster than the speed of light, time at a snail’s pace. Fifty-six seconds is all Yunho needed to defend for.The whistles blew, the screams from the Bulldog’s side multiplied. “Hwang Intak with the miracle goal the Bulldogs needed!” The speakers rattled, causing Yunho to stop. He saw his teammate, Jake, marching back to the centre, hands on hips. He clearly failed in his defence. At least he didn’t fuck it up. The air was tense, the nation on the edge of their seats.One point between them, Mingi and Yunho stood shoulder to shoulder one more time. As quickly as the ball bounced, it was in the possession of the Bulldogs. Tackles left and right, handball after handball but it was too evenly matched. The last second ticked over. The siren sounds as the final score was revealed.Western Bulldogs: 8 goals, 7 behinds, 55 points. Brisbane Lions: 8 goals, 8 behinds, 56 points.Maroon, blue and gold confetti littered the field. The Lions anthem plays over the loudspeakers. Spectators cheer their hearts out as Yunho and his team tackle each other to the ground in a massive pile of pure exhilaration. Mingi stood on the side, his eyes slightly watery as he felt himself begin his wallow of defeat. He knew his coach was going to scream at them for losing by a point. They could’ve been in a happy tackle pile.The Lions separated, shaking hands with the Bulldogs. “Good game, Song.” Yunho smiled, his hand out to shake. Mingi accepted it, keeping his composure. “Means I won our little bet.”Mingi’s expression became confused. What bet? What the fuck did he agree to? Before he could also Yunho to clarify, he was already on his way to get photos with the Premiership Cup. ——— 🏉———The game had ended an hour ago, but Mingi was still in the locker room. Most had gone home or hit the pubs by that point, but he just needed a moment to process. He lost the match of his career by a single point. Not only that, but he lost a bet he wasn’t aware about? He hadn’t connected any dots yet.The door opened to the locker room, a head popping in. “Good, you’re here.” Yunho’s voice bounced off the walls.“Okay, explain the bet?” Mingi asked, getting up and meeting Yunho at the door. It fell shut as Yunho leant against it.“Oh what? You don’t remember? Last weekend at Mary’s in Adelaide?”“I remember going there after my team the Crows and yours bet Port. You’d think Adelaide would be in the final after having two bloody chances.”“You know they’re useless cunts, Mingi. Not the point though.”“But yeah I was at Mary’s and I remember seeing you hiding while watching Anetra since you’re so scared of the media finding out you like blokes. What about it?”Yunho paused and looked Mingi dead in the eyes, a scoff escaping his lips. “You got so drunk you don’t remember!” Yunho exclaimed, slightly upset, more flabbergasted than anything.“We get it, I had too many fucking Heinekens!” Mingi snapped. “Just fucking tell me, will you?”“Jesus Christ, calm your farm Pissy Pants!” Yunho held his hands up in surrender. “While Anetra was hitting the duck walk, we made a deal. If the Lions won the premiership, you owed me a blowjob. If the Doggies won, I owed you.”Mingi felt his expression soften, putting the pieces into place after Yunho’s explanation. “Did you make this bet with me because I’m the only out player in the league?”“That’s one of many reasons, Song.” Yunho sighed, his eyes dragging up and down Mingi’s body. He was still a little damp from his shower, his black hair shagging over face. He’d changed out of his uniform into a hoodie and some baggy jeans, something comfy for his drive home, Yunho assumed.“So you are fucking obsessed with me!” Mingi grinned cheekily, thinking back to his comment on the field.“Mate, I was defending against you the whole match, and every other match this season. I barely left your side! And you’re telling me it took you until now to catch on?”“You did not just call me mate after you said I’m sucking you off because drunk me said so.”“Whatever, cockhead.” Yunho laughed, moving off the door and closer to Mingi. “So, are we doing this or nah?”Mingi’s face flushed at the proximity. He could smell the dirt and sweat on Yunho as he moved closer, the mud still on his face and arms from today’s tackles. Mingi stepped back until his back hit the locker behind him, the metal shaking on contact.“Well?” Yunho pressed, searching for any kind of answer from the Bulldog.Mingi took a deep breath, nodding after much thought. “I’m a man of my word, Jeong. Plus, whatever is said at Mary’s is law.”“I know that’s right.” Yunho smirked, their faces inches apart. His breath fanned Mingi’s lips, a silent plea to meet halfway. Mingi grabbed onto the collar of Yunho’s guernsey, smashing their lips together in a passionate, but rather sloppy kiss. Teeth clattered and hands were everywhere.The two have had tension all season, on and off the field. It had gotten to the point that Nine News even spoke about it during their sports broadcast. All that tension, sexual or otherwise, was being poured into the world’s most uncoordinated kiss. But the athletes couldn’t give a rat’s arse about technique. Yunho had Mingi pinned to a locker in the MCG, they didn’t have time for casualties like that.Mingi’s hands travelled into Yunho’s black mullet, pulling on the soft strands with a desperation that he hadn’t felt in a while. A moan escaped the Lion, his touch moving down the Bulldog’s body. He stopped at the zipper of his hoodie, pulling back slightly. “Need this off. Need to see you.” He panted.Mingi nodded quickly, releasing his hands from Yunho’s hair and unzipping his hoodie. It piled at their feet, along with the singlet he wore underneath that he took off directly after. Yunho felt slightly taken aback by the scars and slight bruises that adorned Mingi’s chest from all his years on the footy field. Each scar had a story to tell, each bruise a lesson learnt. Mingi’s chest told a story; one that he couldn’t wait to read like it was braille.Mingi felt the heat in his cheeks rise from Yunho’s stare. “Oi, Jeong. Quit staring, will ya?” He asked bashfully, his voice snapping the other back to reality.“Yeah… sorry. You just look so good right now.” He replied, the second half falling under his breath.Mingi ruffled his hair, reading Yunho’s expression. “You want more than a gobby, don’t you?”“Oh my god so much more. If you’ll let me?”“You really wanna do this here?”“Well it’s either here or an hour train ride to my parent’s place.”“Your parent’s?”“I’m staying there this weekend for the game, flying back to Brissy on Monday.”Mingi weighed up his options, each with pros and cons. He lifted himself off the lockers and walked to the bench in the centre of the locker room, assessing the area. “There’s enough room on here for the both of us, right?”Yunho laughed, letting Mingi take a seat, settling himself onto his lap. “Plenty.”Their next kiss was a lot more coordinated, still passionate but slower and less intense than before. Mingi’s hands found themselves in Yunho’s hair in no time flat, drawing small and whiny sounds from his lips.“God, Yun…” Mingi mumbled against Yunho’s lips, pulling the other’s hair to show more of his neck. “Need more of those pretty sounds.”Yunho felt Mingi’s lips kissing and biting his neck, his whines growing louder. His fingers gripped onto his shoulders for stability and some grounding. Each kiss and bite along his neck and collarbones made Yunho more desperate, his hips starting to senselessly grind on Mingi’s crotch. Yunho’s footy shorts started to ride up his thighs, leaving little to the imagination for Mingi.“Mingi…” He whimpered. Yunho wasn’t sure where that whimper even came from, to be honest. Maybe the other man had that effect on him. Yunho didn’t have much experience with men due to being a public figure in the closet, let alone bottoming. If he was going to do it, he felt his best bet was to try it right now.“Yes Puppy?” Mingi replied, moving his lips off Yunho’s collarbone, soft pants escaping his lips. He felt Yunho’s cock stiffen with the nickname. “You liked that, didn’t you? Like the idea of being my Puppy?”Yunho’s cheeks went a dusty pink, nodding in response. He suddenly felt a lot more shy about being perched on Mingi’s lap in the middle of an MCG locker room. His thighs wrapped around the other, his shorts rolled up from movement. Anyone could walk in on them. Another part of him felt that wasn’t too bad though, maybe even exciting. Yunho had never felt an adrenaline rush like this, and he just won the Grand Final.Mingi watched Yunho’s face with intense eyes, mapping each blemish and mark to memory. “What do you need, Puppy?” He asked softly, sensing his reluctancy. “Should we keep going?” Mingi removed his hands from Yunho’s hair and cupped his cheeks.The sudden and sweet gesture snapped Yunho out of his head and back into the moment. He was here, safe, wanted, horny. “Please.” He replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need you, Min.”Mingi felt his heart flutter at his response. He planted a light peck on Yunho’s lips and let his fingers travel down the side of his guernsey, stopping once he reached the bottom. “Can I take this off?”Yunho lifted his arms and nodded, allowing Mingi to easily slip the guernsey off. “Thank you. You’re such a good boy for me, Yun.” Mingi cooed, throwing it somewhere to the side before capturing Yunho’s lips in another searing kiss. His hands smoothly ran down the other’s chest, brushing over his nipples lightly, which made Yunho shudder slightly.Mingi took that as a good sign, moving his thumbs over them again and again, making Yunho whine on his lips. “Shit- Min,” a shaky exhale left Yunho’s lips, his eyes firmly shut as he revelled in the touches. “Keep going.”Mingi smirked, slightly surprised he could get Yunho to fold so easily. His lips attached themselves to Yunho’s collarbone, leaving a mark or two as his thumbs kept pace. Yunho’s small sounds went straight from Mingi’s ears to his hardening length, encouraging his every move.Yunho’s heart was beating out of his chest, his hands running down the sides of Mingi’s waist as he kept grinding on his length. “Need more, Mingi.” He whispered in his ear, nibbling at his lobe before moving back to see his reaction.Fortunately, Yunho’s actions weren’t in vain. Mingi had moved away from his collarbone, his eyes had a dark, lustful glint to them. “More what, Puppy?” He asked, knowing the answer anyway. He needed Yunho to say it.Yunho took this as a sign to shuffle off Mingi’s lap, kneeling in front of him on the marked up locker room floor. His thoughts felt much quieter as his knees hit the ground, sounding like a distant memory. His hand rubbed over Mingi’s clothes bulge, causing Mingi to let out a low groan in response. “Can I suck you off Min? Please?” He practically begged.“Fuck, yes Puppy.” Mingi’s hands were on his belt buckle, removing it faster than he ever had in his life. It clattered on the ground when it made contact, joining the pile of long forgotten clothes. Yunho’s hands stayed on his bulge, making slow work of unzipping his fly, teasing him despite the desperation he felt. He wanted to make sure he had Mingi riled up enough before proceeding any further. Maybe he would be rough with him? Maybe not. Maybe he just likes the sight of The Song Mingi, the Bulldog’s star midfielder, desperate and whimpering. Like, who wouldn’t want to see that? Who was Mingi to deprive him of that?Yunho finally unbuttoned Mingi’s jeans, marvelling at the size of his cock under his briefs. “Holy shit.” He whispered, not making eye contact with him. Instead, his head moved closer and closer to the covered bulge until his lips made contact with it. He didn’t really know what to do beyond that.“Never taken cock before, Puppy?” Mingi asked, looking down on Yunho on his knees, uselessly mouthing at his dick. Yunho’s cheeks went a bright red from embarrassment and almost shame he felt. Cute. So fucking cute. “It’s okay Yun, I can guide you.”If Yunho had a tail, it would’ve started wagging. If he had ears on top of his head they would’ve perked up at attention. His eyes locked onto Mingi’s as his face relaxed against his bulge, his expression begging for guidance.Mingi cupped Yunho’s chin, holding him as if he was holding a delicate doll. Not too hard, but enough to keep him stable. His other hand pulled his briefs down just enough to free his cock, red and hard from arousal. Yunho’s mouth immediately attached itself to the side, licking a spot with slight hesitation.Mingi felt a small moan get stuck in his throat from the soft licks, but he needed more. “Can you give me some more, Puppy?” He asked softly, moving a hand to Yunho’s hair to guide him to the tip.It was, for a lack of better words, huge. Thick, long, and very intimidating. Yunho pressed his lips to the tip, hesitant but so turned on by the sheer size. “It’s okay, I won’t be rough on you.” Mingi whispered. He sounded so caring, as if he was talking to an actual puppy. That tone went straight to Yunho’s cock. He nodded and opened his mouth, taking the tip into his mouth, his eyes glued on Mingi.He started to suck on it softly, imitating the girls that have sucked him off before. Yunho knew the basics from being on the receiving end, and he knew what he liked. Mingi’s hand stayed put on Yunho’s head, gripping each hair tighter. “So good, Puppy. Can you give a little more?” He asked, his voice dropping slightly.Yunho pulled back, adjusting himself slightly and nodding. “Okay.” He mumbled in response. Yunho’s long fingers wrapped around the base of Mingi’s cock, holding it steady as his lips made contact again. He let more of the length past his lips this time, stopping about halfway down.“Good boy,” Mingi groaned, feeling each inch slip further into Yunho’s mouth. “So good for me.”Yunho’s heart was racing as he began to suck on Mingi’s cock, his hips uselessly looking for friction. His body felt nice and floaty, his mind only having the capacity to chant Mingi, Mingi, Mingi. He began to bob his head, letting his tongue messily run laps around the length.Each sound was lewder than the last, Yunho’s face was covered in drool and small amounts of precum that slipped through the corner of his lips. “So good- fuck Puppy. It’s like you were made to suck cock.” Mingi’s hands guided Yunho’s head, increasing and decreasing speed as he needed. “Made to suck cock and fuck pretty holes, aren’t you?”Yunho whined around the length in his mouth, pulling off it. “Please let me fuck you.” He begged. His hips had found friction in Mingi’s leg, his own precum smearing onto Mingi’s ankle through his shorts. “I’ve been so good, please Princess.”“Princess, huh?” Mingi questioned, his body feeling impossibly warmer after the pet name from his Puppy. “Where’d that come from?”“Dunno. You’re so pretty, like a princess.” Yunho slurred, his hand on Mingi’s cock pumping slowly to keep momentum.If Mingi wasn’t infatuated by the man on his knees before him already, he definitely was now. He watched as Yunho’s fingers worked his cock, the small, almost booty, shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and those socks. Fuck, those long socks looked so beautiful on him, hugging his calves perfectly. “Please… fuck Puppy I need you inside me.”Yunho’s eyes lit up at Mingi’s response like a kid in a lolly shop, nodding as he stood up. “Thank you, thank you Princess.” He said, making quick work of removing his shorts and boxers, finally freeing his strained cock.Just as Mingi guessed from the bulge, Yunho was big, but not big enough to rip him from hole to balls. Perfect. Mingi followed suit in standing up, dropping his pants and kicking them into the distance before climbing back onto the bench and putting his arse on display for Yunho.“So do I…?” Yunho stammered, enamoured by Mingi but also unsure what to do from here.“Prep me like you would a woman, Puppy. Just a bit more lube, okay?” Mingi replied, hoping to ease his nerves. “I’ll tell you if we need to adjust something.”“Oh, uh. Right.” Yunho nodded, making a quick trip to his bag and grabbing the lube in the side pocket. You know, just in case. When he came back, Mingi had laid back on the bench facing up. He looked so relaxed, ready to get his shit rocked.He couldn’t take his eyes off Mingi’s pick hole. It intrigued him. How would it feel? Would he even like it? Maybe he wants to be in Mingi’s position instead? How would it taste? Would he be allowed to taste it? Would Mingi-“Puppy.” Mingi’s voice cut through Yunho’s thoughts. He immediately felt safe again. It would be okay. “You all good?”“I’m fine, I just…” Yunho stopped and took a deep breath. “Can I taste you?”“What? Like eat me out?”“Yeah.”“Of course you can, Pup. I would love nothing more.Yunho smiled at the response as he sank to his knees again until he was level with Mingi’s hole. His first lick was tentative, unsure if he was doing it right. He felt Mingi’s hole tense against his tongue, a silent plea for more.His next movements were more relaxed, licking and softly sucking in and around Mingi. Low moans escaped the others lips. “Good boy, so good Yun.” Those words made Yunho’s cock twitch, working harder for more praise.Once he felt it was slick enough, Yunho applied copious amounts of lube to his index finger and pressed it against Mingi’s hole. “Are you ready, Princess?”Mingi nodded, grinding his hips slowly against Yunho’s finger. That was enough of an answer for him. He let his finger slip through, feeling the tightness around his appendage. Oh yeah, he’s gonna like this around him later.Yunho started to move his arm, thrusting in and out. The movement was hypnotic, he couldn’t stop watching his knuckles sink in and out of Mingi. He managed to rip his gaze away and look at the man before him. Each muscle was tensing and relaxing with each thrust, begging for more. So that’s what Yunho gave him.Another finger followed the first, stretching Mingi’s hole more. Both of Yunho’s slender fingers spread inside of Mingi, grazing the other’s prostate. “Fuck Pup, just there.” Mingi groaned, his hand making it back to Yunho’s hair.Yunho felt like his dick would explode if he didn’t put it inside of Mingi soon. “Princess, please…” he whimpered.“Please what, puppy? Use your words.”“Can I fuck you now? Please? I need to feel you.”Mingi paused before continuing. “Condom?”“I’m clean, I got tested a few weeks ago. But, if it makes you more comfortable?”“I’m clean too. And I need to feel you.”“Princess?” Yunho stared at Mingi, eyes full of bewilderment.“Need you to come inside me, Puppy. Breed me. Can you do that?”Yunho had to exhale deeply after that one. Let himself process exactly what Mingi was saying. “Yes… yes Princess I want that so bad.”“Then get to it, Pup.”The lube ended up back in Yunho’s hand, a decent amount to lather his cock and relubricate Mingi’s hole. He wasted no time, like his Princess asked, prodding his entrance with his tip. Each inch that slipped in after felt like heaven, almost overwhelmingly good.The stretch for Mingi was just the right amount of pain that it eased into pleasure instantly. His hands held Yunho’s shoulders tight, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin.This was enough encouragement for Yunho to start thrusting. He knew what his Princess wanted and he knew he could deliver. Each thrust echoed through the locker room, loud enough for someone outside to hear if they happened to walk past.“So good… fuck Princess so good!” Yunho whined, rutting into Mingi.Yunho earnt a groan in response, Mingi’s cock bouncing against his stomach. “Just like that. Fucking me so good, Puppy. Gonna fill me with your litter?”Yunho whimpered as his hips moved erratically, his hand reaching for Mingi’s length and stroking it in time with his thrusts.In the back of Yunho’s mind, he knew there was no way to get his Princess pregnant, but he knew he had to try.“Close… please Princess.” He moaned, a small amount of drool escaping the corner of his lip as his brain fogged over.“Little longer, Puppy. You can hold it.”
Hold it?
“You can come after me, like a good boy. You are my good boy, aren’t you?” Mingi cooed.Yunho bit his lip, slamming into Mingi. He was trying as hard as he could to hold himself together. He was a good boy, after all. Mingi’s good boy.Mingi’s moans grew more desperate as Yunho continued to thrust into him. “Gonna cum, Puppy!” He groaned, thrusting into Yunho’s hand.Yunho watched as Mingi’s stomach and his hand were coated in white, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Yunho followed soon after, filling Mingi’s hole with his litter. Just as his Princess wanted.Mingi felt so full, it was almost too much. But it was bliss. Fuck the bench and the nasty ass locker room. It was perfect. He felt Yunho pull out, an overwhelming fullness turning into an overwhelming emptiness immediately. He missed his Puppy’s cock already.“You did so good, Pup. Fucked me so good.” Mingi panted, feeling the other’s cum leak out of his hole and onto the bench below. Yunho’s smile was dopey and lopsided, anyone could tell he was impressed with himself.He dipped around the corner and returned with some toilet paper and a clean towel that he dampened and quickly wiped up the mess. “Wish you could hold me in you.” He mumbled as he flushed the toilet paper.“You wanna cuddle?” Mingi asked, almost surprised. The Jeong Yunho, who hated the idea of being out to the public, wanted to cuddle?“I more meant to hold my cum inside you somehow… But a cuddle might be better.” Yunho grinned, pulling his footy shorts back on, putting his boxers into his bag.“That’s so gross.” Mingi pulled a face that fell somewhere between disgust and love. “I’ll bring a buttplug next time you fuck me, okay?”“You want a next time?”“Yes you dumb arse, of course I do. I don’t normally come that fast unless it’s really good dick.”“I’ll take that as a compliment?”“You should. Also, I think I owe you a blowjob.”“Huh?”Mingi paused and held a laugh as he saw Yunho freeze in shock. His guernsey was tangled and he was staring like a deer in headlights.“The bet? You won, didn’t you?” Mingi spoke in a matter-of-fact voice.“Oh yeah, guess I did.” Yunho smiled, relief written all over his face as he finished changing. He carried Mingi’s clothes back over to him. “Are you free tonight?”“Want one that badly, Puppy?” Mingi winked, pulling his underwear and jeans on. He saw Yunho’s cock harden slightly at the use of the new pet name. “I knew you would like that name, you fucking freak!” He grinned mischievously, quickly zipping up his hoodie and putting his shoes on before bolting out the door.“You the fuck are you calling a freak, Song?” Yunho yelled after him, slinging his bag over his shoulder and sprinting out the door. ——— 🏉———Mingi and Yunho caught the last train out to Sandringham, the suburb where Mingi lived. The train was relatively empty, but the two still chose to sit in a secluded corner at the back. Yunho was messaging his friends and family about the win. He honestly had no idea how many times he typed the words ‘thank you.’Mingi, on the other hand, was scrolling through Instagram when he stopped. An article from 9 News popped up under his thumb. “Jeong.”“Huh?” Yunho asked, only half listening.“Unknown AFL premiership players celebrate the win differently.” Mingi read off his screen.“I’m sorry?”“Yun, those fucking dogs were listening to us.”“What the fuck? And they published that? How is that legal?”“The tabloids are fucked, I’ll talk to my captain tomorrow and see what he would do. Thank God the season is over.”Yunho nodded and turned his attention back to his phone. “It’s kinda hot though, having someone listen in.”Mingi had to pick his jaw off the floor. “I knew you were a fucking freak, Jeong.”