he hadn't seen you in a couple of weeks due to his hectic schedule, and as soon as you open the apartment door and are met with his dark gaze, you know you'll be in for a long night of fucking to make up for lost time
while all he wanted to do was ravage you and fuck you until you can't comprehend words, but he knows he still wants to tease you and rile you up for the big finale.
i think minghao would want you tied up, maybe just your hands behind your back or against the headboard, but he wants to have access to every inch of you.
but once he gets started, he loses himself in you. after being depraved for weeks of you and your body, he just loses control and fucks you in every way imaginable.
until he hears the safeword squeak from between your tired lips
he immediately stops, pulls out and stares at you with concern. he would be pulling up his boxer shorts and untying you so fast you think he might be the flash. you can probably see tears welling in his eyes but don't say anything out of fear he might explode.
it's not mentioned and he brings you into a tight hug, murmuring hushed apologies into your hair while he helps you put your clothes back on. whilst you didn't want him to feel bad, you knew he did, especially since you didn't use the word often.
he'd feel so bad, he would buy you your fave takeout and nap with you for hours afterwards until you were both ready to talk about it.