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There was no pointing out when it truly began, the feeling ebbing slowly in his veins for him to know the exact starting point, but there was something wrong with Jisung.
That something wrong felt like it had been resting deep within his bones, waiting expectantly until it would be time for it to crawl out from his marrow, claw its way up through his guts and into his heart.
It left him restless, pacing like a tiger in their room, the tightness in his throat making him dig his fingers into the skin of his neck to try and get it back down. Contain it in some way because these desires weren't normal.
For everyone who was minimally close to Jisung, or had the pleasure of landing in his bed, knew he liked it rough. Doing it rough. It really was no mystery, he never kept it hidden, being very much in tune with his wants.
Despite being so soft around the edges and having a grin shaped like a heart, everyone who slept with him left the next day still dazed, littered in marks and with a wobble in their step. All of them immensely satisfied and still whole.
But liking it rough didn't explain the viciousness he felt simmering in him lately, threatening to boil and eventually explode in uncontrollable hunger.
What filled him even more with that sense of wrongness, was that all Jisung's dangerous desires didn't exist in this way before. They seemed to have no reason to exist until one key factor entered in his life and lingered long enough for the darkness to cultivate.
His fantasies had a clear target, an ironic exclusivity towards a man he absolutely adored.
The ugly lust seemed to have been born out of the immense love he harbored for Minho and Jisung didn't even know what to really make out of it.
It would be insane to say that he wanted to hurt Minho, because it wasn't like that. Oh no, he didn't want a single thing to happen to the older. He loved him after all - very much so - and wanted Minho to be the happiest pretty thing at his side. Jisung for so long went out his way to do just that; to make Minho happy.
Since their very first meeting, a one-night stand that didn't end at one night, Jisung was enraptured by the pretty dance instructor. He wasn't one to give his cellphone number out that easily, but when Minho asked him if they could meet again, covering his mouth with a sweater paw, cat-like eyes casted down and neck littered with blooming love bites Jisung's teeth left, the younger had caved.
Without ever regretting it.
Minho was weird, existing in a unique way that kept Jisung absolutely inspired. And he was a creative man, a music producer, he needed all the inspiration he could get, so falling in love and eventually getting into a clear-cut official relationship with the dancer, was everything he could wish for.
They were thriving as a couple, by now nearly a year together, already living in the same apartment due to the unwavering strength and sureness of their relationship, things couldn't be any better.
If there hadn't been something so damn wrong with Jisung.
Jisung stared at his boyfriend standing in the kitchen and fussing with the coffee machine, dressed in one of the younger's oversized hoodies. Minho was wearing a pair of boxer briefs, but Jisung couldn't see them, instead seeing milky skin bruised with shapes that matched Jisung's fingertips.
Minho looked delectable as ever, and even if they had just gotten out of bed after a slow lazy round of morning sex, Jisung craved.
His fingers raised to his mouth, chewing anxiously on a nail as he just observed. That ravenous want was throbbing in his chest, leaving him on edge due to his own unstoppable imagination.
It was torturing, bordering on driving him insane because Minho was right there.
So easy, so unaware of Jisung wanting to completely devour him, consume him in a fire until only ashes were left.
Jisung wanted to love and worship him, but contradictory to it all, he wanted to do something that made him compare it to the need to suck on Minho's bones until they were bleached. Void of blood and flesh because Jisung would swallow every possible bit of him.
It wasn't literal so - there hasn't been an actual conception of cannibalistic fantasies after all - but it was the closest to the sensation on how much he craved to take all of Minho.
The absurdity of these unsettling feelings was that Jisung happened to be such a far opposite from aggressive and possessive, being actually a pretty mild character when it came to his emotions. Both he and Minho actually bonded on having a more rational approach to stronger sensations, being able to keep a cool head aside from a few particular outbursts. For that reason, Jisung couldn't even phantom when or why his sexual desires turned so violent.
As Minho turned to him and tilted his head, silently asking him what was up, the younger's mouth went dry once pulled out of his thoughts.
And while his head was storming with scenarios of turning Minho inside out, even so he let his fingers crawl over the table, towards the other man. Minho goddamn smiled with the sweetest curl of lips as he approached Jisung so the younger could wrap one arm around his waist and bury his face into Minho's chest.
Taking a deep breath, the scent of sweat, sex and undeniably Minho filled him, leaving him dizzy as his fingers curled tighter into the fabric. He felt like he was clinging to the pure definition of home.
He heard a giggle, soft and tinkling, making that roaring lust tremble within Jisung, ripping him out of the short moment of peace.
He didn't know how he looked like when he lifted his head to glance up to his beautiful lover, the only thing he knew that the stare he gave was all the older needed to straddle his legs and completely melt into his lap
Their lips met softly, moving languidly and familiar. Their bodies, insatiable as ever in each others’ presences, warming up as Minho gently rocked against him.
Jisung wanted to do so much more than just fuck Minho against their kitchen table, so hard the poor thing nearly broke and the neighbours later complained, but he tried to satisfy himself with just loving the pretty man on his cock as rough as he allowed himself to be.
Giving him a pounding while whispering how much he adored him.
The thing about being together with someone who could read you like an open book, was that you couldn't keep things hidden for long.
Jisung himself had proclaimed that Minho was his soulmate, the one perfect match who would still be with him no matter what and knew him inside out.
Hiding things from the older was impossible, but it wasn't like Jisung wouldn't at least try. So right now, he just stood there, leaning against the doorframe of their bathroom with arms crossed as he watched his boyfriend pretty himself up like he wasn't imagining himself ruining all that beautiful make up.
Minho was a rather lax person when it came to his looks, being flawlessly beautiful without even trying, the man preferred to go about his days in sweats, hoodies and worn sneakers. But when Minho was in a certain mood - usually prompted by Jisung himself - he managed to make something perfect even more so.
Jisung always knew his boyfriend was a deadly weapon just waiting to go in for the kill because he had been the victim of a dolled up Minho far too many times. And he already felt at the mercy of the other when their eyes met in the mirror.
Minho was quiet as he let his eyes run over Jisung's body in the mirror, unabashedly appreciating the sight as the younger happened to be there just in his boxers with his mussed up dark hair falling temptingly over his eyes since it had been getting too long. And his heart stopped beating for a second as he saw the older narrow his eyes slightly before turning to look straight at him. Minho's look was inquisitive and held a strength that left Jisung pinned to the spot.
"What?" Jisung uselessly murmured, tilting his head slightly, trying to keep his gaze locked with sparkling dark eyes instead of letting it drift to pink lips that had been constantly begging him to unleash even without knowing.
Minho's tongue peeked out to lick over the plush bottom lip and he was now leaning back against the sink and crossing his arms in a similar fashion to Jisung.
"I don't know. You tell me." Minho tutted while blinking a couple times before tilting his head. "I mean, who am I to say this, Jisungie, but you've been weird lately."
The statement came with a near disturbing all-knowing amusement that left Jisung cussing a long row of profanities in his head. Trying his best to keep his face unfazed instead of caught, he chose the path of playing clueless, hoping it would help him delay the confession that he wanted to destroy the man he loved.
"Weird? How?" He added a small smile, his fingers digging subtly into his biceps.
Minho clicked his tongue and chuckled, looking to the side and reaching to fiddle with some of the make up items thrown on the sink counter. The older sucked one side of his cheek in, seeming thoughtful if he wanted to corner his boyfriend who he knew was hiding something. With a far too mischievous smirk he side-eyed Jisung.
"Weird as in you can't stop looking at me like you want to eat me."
Jisung snorted, a lazy smirk with the slight hint of awkwardness appearing on his lips. "Well, that isn't wrong. You know how you look and I'm not, and never will be, immune to you, pretty. I always want to eat you."
The older's ears turned a tad bit more pink at Jisung's words, chuckling and lowering his head bashfully.
They were silent for a moment, only looking up when the light of the bathroom flickered shortly to barely dispel the rising tension.
Minho just sighed, fingers brushing over the dark silk shirt he had chosen to wear for their planned outing tonight. Jisung had suggested for them to go out on a date, have fancy dinner and then go to a club because he knew the older loved dancing even out of his work. Minho lived and breathed dance and Jisung would always take him where his boyfriend could do it.
"I don't quite know what it is, but it's different. I know you, Jisung, and the way your eyes have been on me aren't the same."
Jisung's heart beat harder against his ribcage as his boyfriend stepped closer to him, their chest nearly brushing. Minho's touch to his jaw made him nearly flinch, eyes casting down so the older man wouldn't be able to look into his very core and see whatever had become utterly rotten in Jisung.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Min. I love you very much and I think it's reasonable that I want to fuck you whenever I see you."
"Ah, always so romantic, yes?" The teasing tone made the younger roll his eyes, trying to be just as playful in a sense, despite his body throbbing in desperate need to do something completely different now that the other was so close.
Minho hummed gently, his fingers leaving a burning path as they traveled over Jisung's chin and to his lips.
"You want to do something new, don't you? Something you're hesitant to tell me."
The warmth of Minho's breath ghosted over Jisung's cheek as the other whispered, far too close for him to keep his guard up and it not be noticed. Minho's gaze softened however, showing a hint of urgency for the younger to stop hiding. Stop keeping secrets that they might as well share.
"Jisung, you can tell me everything. I always told you you can do anything you wish to me."
A shaky breath escaped the younger and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "You really have no idea what you're talking about."
He sounded defeated to his own ears, trying to think of a way he could escape this conversation and keep the darkness thriving in him at bay.
"Baby…" Minho started, pressing closer as his hand slid along Jisung's arms. "You can't have a yes if you don't let me know. And you think you're being able to hide it away but don't think I haven't noticed that you've been holding back. Poorly so."
Jisung felt him step back, his eyes opening to see Minho unbuttoning his shirt. His gorgeous milky skin was bit by bit exposed, leaving the younger's mouth watering. Minho didn't hesitate to show what he was talking about, his fingertips fluttering over a rather ugly bite mark close to his ribs. And Jisung thought he had been controlling himself.
"What do you want to do to me, Jisung? Because I know it's not just fucking me until sunrise."
It was unfair that Minho could ask him that with so much ease, so unafraid of the answer. Like he didn't fear whatever insanity Jisung wanted to unleash on him.
And while Jisung tried omitting his ferocious cravings, he was completely unable to lie to the man he loved.
"I want to ruin you."
He uncrossed his arms and stalked closer his boyfriend, backing him up against the sink. Jisung placed his hands on the cool marble beside Minho's hips, looking actually down on Minho because the older made himself so willingly smaller despite being barely an inch taller.
Minho was always such a helpless little thing under Jisung and maybe it was really time to make full use of that.
"I want to make you scream and cry on my cock. Make you sob while I say the nastiest things about you to you. I want to make you hurt so you can feel me for days. Do it again and again so you're always aching, always sore because of me. Do it so hard and painful you'll actually want me to stop, but I won't because you're mine and as you said I can do anything I want to you."
Jisung saw how the older's adam's apple bobbed, his skin flushing and body shivering with what he was saying. He moved closer, brushing his lips over Minho's cheek before whispering into his ear.
"I want to debauch you, degrade you, humiliate you. Have you at the end feeling ashamed of it all. Want to break you so bad, only I can build you back together. I want to destroy you until you're ugly, but we know that is impossible because you're the most gorgeous thing to walk on this earth no matter what."
Minho actually arched against him and Jisung shifted so he could slip a leg between Minho's thighs, pressing against the growing bulge that left the younger feeling breathless.
He was getting dizzy at the possibility of Minho allowing him to do all those things to him.
If he did, Jisung really would have to start asking what was wrong with Minho as well.
"J-jisun-" "I'm not done." Hissing out, he sighed and let his hands trail up to cup his boyfriend's cheeks, swallowing thickly from the sheer lust and desire he saw mirrored in his eyes.
"I want to throw you around like a doll so you feel completely powerless, have you lick my spit and cum off the floor so you feel barely human and more like an animal. I want to do unspeakable things to you and have you do unspeakable things for me so you'll never be normal again. I want to get you so fucked in the head, so fucked stupid, you won't be able to function. I want to devour you until nothing is left and you'll be an empty shell. You'll be so dumb you won't even know how to dress yourself, you'll just know that you have to kneel all pretty and naked while waiting to be of use for me. Wait for me to come home and shove my cock in your mouth and piss down your throat because that's how damn ruined you are. So fucking ruined you'll take everything I give you no matter what it is."
Jisung wrapped his arms around the older as he fell forward against him, his hips rutting against the younger's thigh. Minho was nearly limp, panting so hard just from Jisung confessing the things he had been wanting.
Half the things he mentioned they had never talked about. He never said he wanted to get Minho stupid from cock, never gave a hint of wanting to call him anything but sweet things. Degradation and humiliation were never things he imagined needing, but Jisung had been haunted by thoughts of wrecking his boyfriend so bad, no other type of sex would satisfy him.
He was expecting for Minho to at least complain about one thing, call him disgusting for involving piss drinking out of all things. But Jisung felt wetness against his neck and he carefully guided the older to look at him.
Minho was drooling, his hips stuttering needy against him and Jisung had never see his eyes so crazed with unadulterated want.
Shoving his thumb into the older's mouth, he pressed down on his hot tongue before reaching to pull it out, gathering the saliva in his own mouth before spitting on the wet surface. Minho moaned like a bitch in heat, not even pulling his tongue back inside after Jisung had let go of it. Completely transfixed, Jisung watched it drip as his boyfriend whined, keeping his tongue lolled out.
"Do you want this, pretty? Can you take me ruining you? Will you help me get you all broken and stupid?"
Jisung bit his bottom lip, watching Minho swallow the spit finally down. The older actually leaned to nuzzle his face into Jisung's neck, his head moving with a nod as his arms wrapped around the younger.
"Please…Need it."
The fucked up darkness in Jisung was celebrating. He could feel it pretty much taking over, seeping into his blood with the older's begging. He didn't have to hold it back, he didn't have to hide the wrongness of his desires when Minho looked liked he craved for it so much it seemed like he needed it to keep alive.
His fingers were shaking as he slid them along Minho's trembling sides.
Jisung used the last of his sanity to kiss the crown of Minho's head and whisper.
"All our rules still apply. You know what to say the second it's closing into your limits, yeah?"
Confirming these things with his boyfriend and getting a clear 'yes', at least left him feeling like he wasn't a complete monster for what he was about to do to the one he loved the most.
The second the confirmation was out, Jisung took a fistful of Minho's hair and yanked his head back, getting the first pain-filled cry of the night from the older. His other hand grabbed his face, sinking his nails into his cheeks and feeling Minho squirm uncomfortably as he was so intensely stared down.
Jisung felt the wicked smirk spread on his lips, his eyes half-lidding as he sneered. "I guess we can already say you're dumb and stupid to be so hard from all I said to you. No wonder we're soulmates, pretty, you're just as fucked up as I am, huh? Fucked up little whore."
Minho whined at him, his pouted out lips moving, Jisung's grip of his face making it nearly impossible for him to say anything properly, so the younger let him go.
"Your fucked up little whore."
Jisung snorted at the smile on Minho's lips, leaning down to bite down on them, making the older yelp and buck his hips against him. He pulled then away, reaching to strip the other man out of his underwear, Minho's pretty cock standing hard and leaking. He decided that the silk shirt could stay on before he flipped Minho around and pushed his hips hard against the sink, the pleasure sparking in him as the older vocalized the pain he felt from the impact.
Minho could've been desperately needy from Jisung's words, but he was no better. He pressed his hard clothed cock against the other's ass, his fingers back into Minho's hair, their eyes meeting in the mirror.
"So damn pretty… Let's get you looking like the cheap slut you are." With his free hand, he grabbed a golden tube from the counter. He rarely had seen Minho use it, only in costume party occasions really, and he uncapped the lipstick. The thing was a bold red that always contrasted beautifully with Minho's skin and cute big front teeth. Without thinking much, Jisung guided it to the other's lips, carelessly smearing red lines before he dropped the lipstick into the sink and used his fingers to smudge the red even more around.
"Open." He slapped Minho's cheek firmly, watching the older obediently drop his jaw, his tongue lolling out so Jisung could shove his fingers into his pretty face hole.
He was rough, fucking his fingers as deep as he could, hearing Minho gag and retch, tugging his hair harder he was nearly ripping his scalp off. "Don't fucking throw up or I'll fuck that vomit right back down your throat."
Minho was struggling, but he did his best to control his body, drooling so much to make things a tad easier, his eyes teared up at first before he was straight up crying because Jisung was really making it as rough as he could. Four fingers kept shoving themselves into the older's mouth, his cock pulsing with every stomach-churning gag Minho let out. But he kept going until Minho's lips were puffy beneath the red lipstick, until it got boring and Jisung pulled them out, only to hook his fingers at the corners of the other's mouth and spread Minho's lips obscenely wide.
"Look how pretty you look in red, Min." Jisung hummed, and completely cruel, he laced his voice with sweetness, even pressing a soft kiss to the other's temple.
Breathing hard, Minho only gave out a whine out, his arms trembling from where they were trying to hold him up.
Jisung stepped back, hearing his boyfriend cough before he kicked his legs to spread wider. Minho gasped and leaned with his elbows down on the counter, crying out loud as Jisung landed a hard slap on one of his ass cheeks. The younger's hand was tingling from the impact as he groped the modest amount of flesh his boyfriend had.
"You know, for a dumb bitch made for taking cock, you actually don't have a lot of ass. Tsk." He tutted out disappointed, seeing Minho look up surprised at him in the mirror. The younger didn't waver at that, pinching Minho's ass so hard the older yelped and Jisung knew there would be a bruise tomorrow.
"You should apologize for lacking."
"W-what?"
Minho's mild disbelief was cute. Jisung tilted his head and raised one eyebrow.
"You really are stupid, huh?" He landed another hard slap, making Minho flinch and blush red all over again, the older squeezing his eyes at the sting.
"I'm s-sorry!"
"There, it wasn't so hard. You better get used to saying that too because as dumb as you are, you'll be making mistakes left and right. Useless, stupid slut."
Jisung smiled and rubbed his hands down Minho's clothed back, grabbing his hips hard and lifting them higher. He eyed the fluttering hole that was begging him to play with it before he looked around, his eyes landing on something.
He let go of Minho, pleased to see the older staying in place with his ass up as he grabbed the bottle of lube from one of the drawers and the hairbrush they used every day.
Wide eyes were on him, Minho's body visibly tensing as the lube was drizzled on the handle of the brush.
"J-jisung, don't- n-not this. What are you doing?"
The older turned his head to look at him and Jisung stared back. He didn't stop slicking up the handle, however, waiting for Minho to actually red light him.
But as he brushed the end of the handle against his hole, Minho just lowered his head and whined. Jisung smirked again.
"That's right. You actually don't mind getting anything shoved up into you."
Minho was the one more enthusiastic about toys between the two, enjoying to bring Jisung different dildos and vibrators that could drive him absolutely insane. But he knew the older had standards when picking what to put inside of him, knowing that taking an object that would be innocently sitting every day in their bathroom would leave Minho ever replaying the memories in his head. But that was what Jisung wanted.
He wanted Minho living every second thinking about Jisung fucking him. Have him barely functioning because he was too busy rolling his hips on nothing because even when empty all he would think about was cock.
There wasn't much care as he thrusted the length of the hairbrush into Minho, the older whimpering because it likely hurt, but Jisung was aware that it wasn't enough to actually harm him. They had fucked not too long ago, Minho's insides still being soft and used and the handle wasn't particularly thick.
He fucked Minho with the handle sharp and roughly, seeing the other's body flinch with each movement as he bit down any sounds that could indicate he was actually enjoying it. But Jisung could see his red ears, the way his arms moved to cover his head, shoulder pulling together to hide the shame slowly building up.
He laughed because he knew it would add to Minho's embarrassment. His pace became lazy until it stopped and he reached again to grab Minho by his hair so he could see himself in the mirror.
See how pathetic he looked when giving Jisung all of himself.
"Fuck yourself back on it." The order didn't leave space for any discussion and even if Minho hesitated, he slowly began to move. Jisung just held firmly onto the brush, watching Minho's hole so damn easily slide along the dark handle. He grit his teeth as he even saw the older subtly roll his hips, knowing he was trying to do.
And he wasn't that bad of a boyfriend, angling the object and meeting one of Minho's pushes with a harsh thrust, only to insist the pressure onto his prostate.
The older moaned out before he could hold back.
"Greedy thing. Maybe I should fill you with all your pretty makeup collection and have you come from them."
Minho whimpered, tears slipping from his eyes and streaking his red stained face.
"N-no…"
Jisung snorted. "No? You don't want your pretty makeup in you? What do you want then?"
He watched Minho grimace, his face then going slack with pleasure as Jisung went back to thrust the hairbrush into him at a decent pace. It was so cute how Minho kept fucking himself back, bit by bit move more eagerly because of the pleasure as soft ‘ah, ah, ah's escaped his lips.
"Guess you just want to keep fucking yourself on our hairbrush, huh? Turn it into your favorite little toy. How nasty. Whenever I'll use it, I'll think of how pathetic you are, how nice would that be?"
Jisung shoved the handle as deep as he could, hearing Minho squeak before he lifted the other.
Only to guide him down onto his knees in front of him.
"Keep that inside, will you?"
Minho hiccuped, whining as he shifted to be on his knees comfortable enough to keep the brush inside. Jisung patted his head, humming as the older leaned his forehead against his hip.
An amused chuckle slipped past his lips and he scratched Minho's scalp far too caring for a moment.
"I love how much of a mess you let yourself turn into for my cock." Murmuring the words, he smiled as the older glanced up to him, his wet eyelashes glued together and lipstick smeared all over his face.
But the best thing was seeing Minho give a small ditzy smile, like he had gotten the best praise.
“Love being a mess for you…"
Despite all darkness within him, Jisung couldn't help but feel the immense warmth of his feelings for Minho. He didn't know what he did to deserve someone who apparently had been hiding just as much of this crazy type of lust. Minho was perfect, perfect for him in every manner.
Shaking his head and letting the wave of adoration retreat, Jisung decided to grab the lipstick again, brushing Minho's hair back gently before he wrote on his boyfriend's forehead with red. It was nearly silly how Minho obediently sat, hairbrush shoved in his ass and his eyes expectantly waiting for Jisung to let him know what he was drawing on his skin.
"There. Now we have clear as day what you are. Would be cute to have you walk around with slut written on your face. Wonder what our friends would say…"
Minho's skin was nearly turning as red as the makeup on his face and he squeezed his eyes in embarrassment. He squirmed and whined, hands shakily grabbing onto Jisung's thighs as his index fingers curled onto the fabric of the younger boxers.
"Please, Jisung…" The begging again made Jisung shiver, but he needed more.
"Tell me what you want."
Minho sighed, not resisting to nose along Jisung's covered length.
"You cock…"
Humming low, he enjoyed as his boyfriend mouthed along the fabric, acting nearly desperate. A hungry little animal.
More.
"Min… Pretty, I want you to be filthy. Say you have no reason to exist unless my cock is filling you."
Minho grimaced, nuzzling Jisung's hips and hiding away like he didn't want to say any of that. The younger then just tugged on his hair, forcing him to lean his head back and stare up to him.
Licking over his teeth, Jisung spat down again, watching the gorgeous man flinch as the saliva dripped down his cheek.
Minho's eyes lit up with fire as he parted his lips. As if encouraged by being treated so lowly.
"Let me suck your cock, Jisungie… Please, pretty please… Need it so bad, need it to make me be worth something. Fuck my whore mouth hard til my throat is the shape of you."
The words made Jisung groan, his dick twitching as he slipped out of his boxers. He stepped even closer to Minho, feet besides his thick naked thighs.
He held onto the base of his cock tightly, but instead of guiding it to Minho's awaiting mouth, he pressed his balls against the plush lips.
And Minho acted like the greedy little slut he was and took one of the testicles into his mouth.
His tongue slid over the sensitive skin, slobbering around it and moaning like it was the best thing he ever tasted. His fingers dug into Jisung's thighs and the younger grunted from pleasure before hooking his thumb on the corner of Minho's lips, tugging hard for him to open up more so he could take both his balls.
It was so sweet to watch the older struggle but give his all to tongue on them, trying his best to pleasure him as Jisung stroked his cock slowly.
But it wasn't enough so both his hands took hold of Minho's head and shoved it hard against his hips.
His nose buried in the trimmed hair of Jisung's base, mouth full of his balls and the long cock resting on his face. It really was quite a sight to see, especially as Minho's eyes fluttered shut and his cheeks became even more red because breathing was difficult like this.
But he didn't pull away, didn't even try, just squirmed and whined when the hairbrush in him shifted.
Jisung's heart was threatening to break out of his chest.
Everything was so hot and it turned him on so much that Minho was so into this as well, into getting absolutely wrecked. It made his mind go crazy and he couldn't really be more in love than he was right now.
Minho's eyes opened, looking glassy and pleading, Jisung finally letting go so the older could pull away. He coughed once the balls slipped out of his mouth, wiping the back of his hand against his chin covered in saliva.
And maybe Jisung had died and went to his special type of sinful heaven, because Minho dug his front teeth into his bottom lip before opening his mouth again.
"Cock…"
It was a single dirty word that made the younger feel like blowing his load already.
Jisung chuckled and tapped the underside of Minho's chin.
"Get up, dumb little thing."
A small whine of complaint vibrated in Minho's throat, but he shakily got up, using Jisung as support. As he was on his feet, he was leaning most of his weight against Jisung, gasping as he then heard the clatter of the hairbrush falling to the ground.
Minho seemed even more embarrassed by that, hiding away against the other's neck, while Jisung laughed and wiggled two fingers inside of his boyfriend's sloppy hole.
"Loose little bitch." He snorted, growling against the older's temple before licking his cheek wet and nasty.
With a slap to Minho's thighs, Jisung caught the other easily as jumped into his arms.
Jisung's teeth were biting hard as he carried the other, threatening to break the skin of Minho's neck, not aiming for hickies but straight out mauling bruises.
In their bedroom he dumped Minho onto the bed, seeing the pretty man shift but he yanked onto his arm, manhandling him over belly down onto the mattress.
Shoving Minho's face into the pillow, he kept him there, slapping his ass sharply for the kicking legs to spread. Positioning himself between them, Jisung grabbed the well-loved bottle of lube on their nightstand, uncapping it with his teeth to squirt an abundant amount on the older's ass.
He allowed Minho to breath again, the other gasping his name out as Jisung thrusted now three fingers into him. He pumped the digits in and out, not particularly aiming to make it pleasurable, only going for the preparation.
It didn't even take long for Minho's hole to be ready, the older so relaxed and already moaning for more.
"Such a pretty fuckdoll…" Jisung groaned, trying to spread his fingers wide and pulling them back to see the slight gape of Minho's hole.
Licking his lips, impatience filled him and he didn't wait any longer to guide his cock into the very familiar warmth.
The pounding was hard and relentless since the start, Jisung digging his fingers into the sheets at the sides Minho's head. The older cried out as he arched and angled his hips even better for the younger to fuck him, his groans being cut off with each thrust and Jisung leaned down to nuzzle the back of Minho's neck.
Getting Minho to scream wasn't even hard, it only took Jisung giving it to him so rough his own hips were in risk of getting bruised. He moved one of the older's legs to fold and rise more up on the bed so he could reach deeper, gritting his teeth as his boyfriend suddenly tightened around him, his body quaking with the quick and unexpected orgasm.
Probably the friction on Minho's cock against the sheets was enough to tip him over.
Jisung pulled out, flipping Minho over again to see the other's eyes rolled back, mouth open to catch his breath. He looked delirious from the release and just to snap Minho out of it, Jisung slapped his face again hard enough to sting and leave his skin burning hot.
"We're not done, pretty thing."
And he was right back inside.
Overstimulation wasn't anything new to them, but it was the breaking point to get Minho absolutely sobbing.
The tears kept coming as Jisung fucked him ruthlessly, the small hands covered by the sleeves of the silk shirt clawing at the younger's chest. Minho's voice even cracked with another scream, his eyebrows tilting up as his body was used without much care for his comfort.
"F-fuck-Ah! J-jisung, slow dow-Hn! Fuck, i-it hurts!"
Jisung could only smirk at that, breathing out a laugh as Minho cried out loud, his face showing the discomfort of it all. And even if the older kept whining from sensitivity, saying it hurt and didn't even hide it away, he was so far from actually stopping Jisung.
"C'mon, stop complaining… Haah, my little cumdump can take it."
Leaning down on one elbow so he could dig his fingers of his other hand into Minho's waist hard enough the imprints would be seen the following day, Jisung took the opportunity now that he was close to the older's face to lick hotly into his mouth.
Minho whined, his tongue barely moving in the filthy kiss.
When it became too hard to keep the furious pace while making out, Jisung groaned, his body stuttering from the build up of his own release approaching.
And Minho always had been a sneaky lover, even if his mind was nearly blank, he still knew what to say to tip his boyfriend over the edge. The older keened, throwing his head back and arching before spreading his legs even wider and looking back at Jisung with likely the most stupid horny expression the younger had ever seen on his face.
"Hah, fill me up, fucking cum in me, baby…"
Jisung slammed his cock deep into Minho, groaning deep and long against his neck as he came the hardest he had in a good while. He still twitched, rolling his hips a bit out of rhythm, maybe embarrassingly whining a tad as he filled up his boyfriend to the brim and a little more.
When he finally stopped moving, he was panting hard, feeling a shiver run through him due to the sweat on his body and the cooler temperature of the room. Jisung was so fucking spent and he knew he could lay down and end it here, but a last thing plagued his mind.
Just a bit more of that darkness to seep out and give him rest.
Both of them hissed as Jisung pulled out, the younger trying to will his body to properly move. His legs felt like jelly about to give into his weight, so he couldn't even imagine how Minho felt from how wrecked he looked.
With a last burst of energy, Jisung got up and yanked the older off the bed, letting him carelessly drop to the wooden floor of their bedroom. Minho didn't even fight it, just groaning from landing on the hard surface and laying on his back as he kept attempting to catch his breath.
Standing above him, Jisung looked down while biting his lip as he held onto his softening cock.
It took a moment for his body to do what he wanted, Minho just staring dazed up at him until the warm liquid finally overflowed.
Jisung pissed all over Minho's chest, the older scrunching his nose up in disgust before the younger aimed the foul stream to his face.
And if Jisung could get hard again, he would when his boyfriend opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out despite the distaste he had shown seconds before.
Minho didn't really drink it, Jisung could see that by the way all the piss flowed down the side of his face, but it was still more than good enough. Minho looked like a goddamn angel like this. One that had been dragged to hell and back but only looked prettier after being put in place.
Shaking his dick to get the last drops off, Jisung sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.
"Fuck…" He whispered before chuckling, dropping his head back down to look at Minho.
His pretty boyfriend with his face stained red, the smudged slut on his forehead and all drenched in piss.
Jisung sank to his knees beside him, tugging Minho up and into his arms after the older had tried to spit the nasty taste out of his mouth. But Minho didn't seen to mind any of what happened, huffing out tiredly and wrapping himself like a cute monkey around Jisung. The younger smiled as he felt arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
"My nasty pretty love." Jisung murmured, not caring as he pressed and rubbed his cheek against Minho's wet one.
"Fuck, you're crazy… This was the best sex we've ever had." The older whispered and buried his face in Jisung's neck like he had been embarrassed to have just said that.
Laughing weakly, the younger reached to brush the other's wet hair back, hushing Minho as he whined once Jisung tilted his head so they could look at each other.
"I love you. So much." He pecked Minho's lips, completely unfazed by the disgusting taste it would leave on his mouth. If Minho took it, he should be able to handle a little piss too.
The older smiled lazily. "Love you too, baby." He muttered, his eyes closing and showing how damn sleepy and tired he got from the whole ordeal.
And that was fine.
Because now that Jisung unleashed a good amount of his dark desire, adoration pulsed deep in him and he had more than enough strength to take proper care of his pretty.
And as he gently cleaned the red stains on Minho's face as the older laid in the bathtub, Jisung couldn't help but think that nothing had been ever wrong with him.
Not when the love of his life sleepily looked at him and tugged him closer to whisper into his ear that he wanted to do it all over again.
Over again and much more.
Because it was just right for them.