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“That’s it baby,” Jisung whispers as his fingers squeeze into the soft, plush skin of Minho’s waist and hip, “just like that.”
Minho whines softly as beads of sweat drip from his nose, his head falling between his arms. They’ve been at this for what feels like hours to him, but in reality has likely only been a few minutes. It’s just that he’s so overwhelmed that he can barely think, barely comprehend the passage of time.
He’s knelt on the bed, naked and flushed and sweating, towering above the plushie between his legs. It’s one of the softest ones he has, Jisung choosing it for this very reason. Behind him, his boyfriend is still in his sweats and muscle tee, breathing hot words into his ear, which really is doing the opposite of what the plushie is meant to do.
“I– I can’t,” he says with a shaky exhale.
“Sure you can, baby. You’re doing so well. You’ve already lasted longer than last time.” Jisung chuckles in his ear when Minho whines in embarrassment. “Come on, kitten. Rock your hips for me; that’s right, just like that. Hyung’s gonna make me feel so good later, isn’t he?”
All Minho can do is nod his head emphatically as he ruts his cock into the plushie again, so fucking sensitive. His hips jerk as Jisung slides a hand down to knead at his ass, spreading his cheeks as he helps Minho roll his hips.
“Ah, careful, baby,” Jisung laughs. “You gotta stay in contact, don’t you? And why’s that, pretty thing?,” he asks as Minho nods sheepishly.
“Nnng, Jisungie…”
“Hyung,” Jisung says sternly.
“B– Because… Because I’ll slip out if I don’t stay pressed against you,” he whispers, the heat on his skin flaring.
Jisung leans his chest against his back, curling tightly around him. “That’s right, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing over Minho’s sweaty temple.
It’s the kiss, actually, and not the hard cock digging into his hip that causes Minho’s eyes to roll, his body to tense, and his cock to squirt across the soft fuzz of his plushie.
“Aw, kitten,” Jisung coos, “look at you—you made it five whole minutes this time. You did so well.”
Dazed, arms shaking like he just spent three hours at the gym, Minho smiles shyly, whining as Jisung pulls him back into his arms. “It was okay?,” he asks, biting the inside of his lip.
“Yeah. Hyung did so well.” Minho shivers as Jisung’s finger brushes lightly over his softening cock. “Cute,” his boyfriend seems to murmur to himself as he circles the red, sensitive head of Minho’s cock. “So cute, hyung. Can’t believe how little you are,” and to Minho’s mortification, he sounds so beyond fond. “Can’t wait to have you inside me again, baby.”
“H– Hyung can’t wait to make you feel good again, Han-ah,” Minho whispers from behind his hands.
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He swears that Jisung waits until he’s exhausted to rile him up; chooses the days they’ve been sweating their asses off in the practice room all day. It’s always on days like today that he finds a freshly showered Jisung lying on his bed, waiting; looking up at him from his phone with a dark hunger when Minho walks in with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Hi, baby,” Jisung purrs as Minho shuffles towards the bed, trying to pretend like just the sight of his boyfriend laying there in nothing but a pair of Minho’s shorts and a muscle tee doesn’t make him wildly aroused. Jisung huffs, his lower lip jutting out over being ignored. “I said,” he growls quietly as he reaches up to grab Minho by the waist before he can move to his wardrobe for a pair of underwear and sweats, pulling him down onto the bed, “hi, baby.”
“Hi,” he mumbles, pretending to be annoyed. It only lasts a moment, though, a smile trying to twist its way across his lips as Jisung beams at him. He doesn’t manage to get another word in before there are lips pressed against his own, his boyfriend crawling into his lap. “Jisungie,” he moans softly as the other man’s tongue slips between his lips, hungrily licking into him as if trying to taste every corner of Minho’s mouth.
“Hyung,” Jisung groans, voice husky and low with desire, as his hips rock down against his own, “need you.” His hand slides down Minho’s chest, nimble fingers brushing over his hard nipple before coming to lay atop his towel. “Need to feel you,” he whispers.
Minho’s hips jerk up into Jisung’s palm as he moans, his eyes fluttering. It makes his mouth dry and his heart pound in his ears hearing how much his boyfriend wants him, wants Minho to make him feel good—telling him that only Minho can do it.
“N-Need you, too, baby,” he whimpers out as his cock, already twitching in interest, rubs against the rough material of his towel.
“Are you hard already, hyung?” The other’s hand presses down against him. “It’s so difficult to tell,” Jisung teases, laughing when Minho whines in embarrassment, moving to hide in the crook of his neck. “Are you, baby?”
Minho nods hesitantly, wishing it took more than a few kisses and some light petting to get him so worked up. However, his boyfriend’s next words wipe away any true shame from his mind.
“Yeah?,” Jisung breathes out against his neck. “Can I see it, baby? Hm? Can I see my kitten’s pretty little cock?” His fingers slip under the edges of Minho’s towel, waiting patiently until he gets the okay. As soon as Minho nods again, Jisung pushes him down onto the bed and carefully unwraps the towel around his waist, letting it fall out to the side.
His hips buck as the cool air of his bedroom hits the heated skin of his hips and thighs. But it’s nothing compared to the feeling that follows.
“Oh, hyung,” Jisung sighs from where he’s straddling Minho’s thighs. “Look at you, baby… It’s so sweet how your little cock turns as red as the rest of you,” he chuckles.
Minho whines softly, his hands bunching up into the sheets as Jisung begins to stroke his knuckle against the handful of centimeters that make up Minho’s erect shaft. His words, too, go straight to Minho’s head, making him dizzy and breathless. It’s been a long while since he’s had to actually worry too much about Jisung not finding him satisfying—or worse, being turned off by him. It’s the fact that it’s less that Jisung is reassuring him (though he is still doing that), but rather him being turned on by the size of Minho’s cock, praising it, practically worshiping it, that makes his head spin.
“Can’t believe how easily you just disappear in the palm of my hand,” Jisung coos.
He laughs again as Minho throws his hands back over his face, knowing that delicious humiliation is sparking arousal in his boyfriend’s gut. “Can’t help it, can you, baby? Cute,” he breathes out as Minho whimpers and shakes his head.
Minho gasps and his hands fall back down as his back arches. “Jisungie, please,” he moans as a palm rubs over the head of his leaking cock. “I’ll–” He’s cut off by another whine as a finger flicks hard against his cock.
“Already, hyung?!” Jisung laughs in disbelief. “Kitten, I’ve barely touched you.”
“Hhnng. Feels good. Please, baby,” he whimpers, “please let hyung make you feel good. Don’t wanna cum until I’ve made you feel good.”
His boyfriend arches an eyebrow bemusedly. “Do you think you can do that..?”
He opens his mouth, but soon shuts it, pouting when he’s met with another laugh.
“Don’t pout, baby,” Jisung whispers as he leans down to capture Minho’s lips in a heated kiss, “you cum whenever you need to—I know you’ll make sure I still feel good. Right? Gonna fuck me just like we practice, baby?”
Minho nods vigorously, eager to show the other man once more that he knows Jisung’s body best, knows how to make him feel good.
“Good boy, hyung,” Jisung murmurs, petting through his damp bangs as he lets Minho trade their places.
He can tell Jisung must be as exhausted and needy as he is, despite trying to seem otherwise, because he wastes little time stripping out of his clothes. Minho pouts again when Jisung spreads his legs.
“You know I like you wet,” he chuckles as his finger nudges against a plug in Jisung’s ass, “but I wanted to stretch you…”
“Sorry, kitten,” Jisung says, a blush on his cheeks, “it’s just a small one. Got impatient in the shower thinking about you and needed a little something to remind me of you. But don’t worry,” he purrs, pulling the lube from Minho’s bedside drawer, ignoring the renewed flush across his boyfriend’s neck at the insinuation that such a small plug reminded him of Minho. He tosses the bottle and smirks. “You can still have all the fun you want; take your time.”
He squints, knowing this is another joke at his expense, because while people often assume Minho is a patient man (and sure, in many situations, he is), he typically breaks only a few minutes into the prep, too eager to give his boyfriend what he really craves.
The joke is well-informed, because Minho only makes it about four minutes into quite quickly stretching Jisung on his fingers, a third barely buried in him, before his patience wanes. It’s just that his Jisungie looks so beautiful—muscles tense, eyes fluttering, and deep, quiet moans leaving from his plush lips every time Minho expertly presses his fingers deep inside of him; every time the pads of his fingers find that sweet spot.
But this time, it’s not him who breaks first.
“Hyung,” Jisung breathes out, need lacing the single word. “Come here, baby. I need you.”
And how can he resist? Minho quickly climbs back atop his boyfriend, hands beside Jisung’s head as he bends down to press their lips together.
“You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you, baby?” He smiles happily when Minho nods, eyes already glazing over, whimpering as Jisung gently scratches behind his ears. “Come on, Min. Show me you remember how to fuck me—just like I taught you, kitten.”
“Of course,” he mumbles against the other’s lips. “Hyung’s gonna make you feel good, baby.”
Minho trails his hands down Jisung’s body, taking a moment to massage his pecs, defined from a renewed gym regimen. He leans down to suck a mark just along Jisung’s collarbone, getting lost in the sensation of having his boyfriend beneath him.
He gasps when a sharp sting wells up along his outer thigh.
“Behave, hyung,” Jisung murmurs, low and dangerous. “How am I going to explain to the managers and stylists if I’m covered in hickies because someone couldn’t control himself?”
“Sorry, Jisungie,” Minho mumbles, briefly reaching up to kiss the man below him in the hopes of smoothing things over.
“It’s alright, baby. Just don’t get so lost in the sauce you forget to be careful,” Jisung laughs, tone once more light and carefree, though that dark glint still lingers in his eyes.
Minho sighs shakily as he finally sits back on his heels, watching as Jisung slowly spreads his legs further. He licks absently over his lips as he circles his thumb around the man’s wet, stretched hole, heart already hammering in his chest.
“What’s the matter, baby? Lost your nerve already?”
Shaking his head, unable to properly answer lest he give away how worked up he is, Minho leans forward, grabbing Jisung’s legs and placing them over his shoulders, and lines himself up against his boyfriend’s wet heat. A groan is immediately punched out of him as he pushes in, buried deep within a mere moment. A distant sigh of relief floats up towards him, just barely managing to make it through the fog that has quickly filled his mind.
“Fuck, baby,” Jisung sighs, “you feel so good.”
Minho whimpers as the other slowly rolls his hips against him, having to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. “H- Hang on, baby. Let hyung adjust.” The laugh that follows his request does absolutely nothing for his rapidly crumbling resolve.
“Oh, baby. You’re not going to last a single minute are you?”
Shame floods his every cell as he forces himself to fight the truth in his boyfriend’s words. “N-no. It’s just been a long day so I– Ah.” Stars burst behind his closed eyes as Jisung rocks his hips into him with a harsh thrust, causing him to slip out.
“Hyung,” Jisung whines, a taunt more than anything, “please. I need you.”
Blinking back a betrayal of a tear and pressing in once more, Minho begins to rock himself against Jisung’s ass. The copious amounts of lube coupled with the way Jisung has clenched tightly around him to keep him firmly in place has Minho falling ever closer to his edge far quicker than he’d like.
“Just like that, baby,” Jisung moans. “Roll your hips like I–hhnng–like I taught you. Feels so good; hyung’s little cock always feels so good.”
“Aaahh, Jisungie,” he whines, every word going straight to his fuzzy mind, every thrust of his hips sending shocks of pleasure through him. “C-close.”
“Shit, Min,” Jisung pants, “hold on for me, babe. Just a little bit longer. You can do it, can’t you?”
He tries; he tries so hard, but everything is suddenly so overwhelming. His boyfriend’s hungry gaze as he grips the pillow under his head while he grinds down to meet Minho’s hips; the way Jisung’s body always feels a thousand times better than anything else he’s ever experienced; the heat of his skin, burning with arousal and the embarrassment of knowing he’s not going to last more than another minute at most. Minho’s arms shake and sweat drips from his body down onto the man beneath him.
Jisung’s back arches with a particularly hard grind of Minho’s hips, his eyes rolling, his mouth falling open. It’s sinful, the sight, and it’s the last straw of Minho’s resolve. He can’t even warn the other before his orgasm plows into him, rocketing his soul high into the clouds. His cock slips out as he squirts cum hard across Jisung’s fluttering hole, his moan a breathless, high pitched cry.
“Oh fuck, hyung. Fuck, baby. Look at you,” Jisung moans. “I’m so close; don’t stop, baby.”
Feeling hands grasping at his hips as he slowly comes back to his senses, Minho lets himself be pulled back against his boyfriend. He whimpers as the flushed red, sensitive head of his cock makes contact with the mess he’d made between them and along Jisung’s greedy hole. Without any thought behind it beyond desperately wanting to make the other feel good, Minho resumes sloppily rutting his softening cock against Jisung.
“So good for me, baby. That’s it. Still making me feel so good, aren’t you? Even if your little cock couldn’t keep up.”
A small sob escapes Minho’s lips as his hips pick up speed, the delicious shocks of overstimulation fading into the background as he works to prove it. He nods vigorously as he mumbles between each whimpered cry, “Just wanna make you feel good.”
Jisung moans again, the sound of his hand making quick work of his own cock in Minho’s ears as his eyes blur over with unshed tears. “You do—fuck, hyung. Your little, soft cock fills me up better than anything else ever could. Makes me feel so good, baby.”
An airy whine escapes him as another orgasm nearly topples him over, a bit more cum dripping out of him as Jisung’s words send heat straight through him. He has no idea what a mess he must look like—drenched in sweat, red all over, tears rolling down his cheeks as soft sobs of pleasure shake him, but it must be something that drives Jisung over his own edge.
“Ah, Minho,” he cries out, clenching hard against him as he cums across his belly. It’s one of the most beautiful sights Minho thinks he’s ever seen, the way Jisung’s whole body tenses and curls in on itself in pleasure. An overwhelming sense of love fills him as he watches.
Not a moment later, Minho’s arms finally give out from beneath him.
“Oh baby, sshh,” Jisung murmurs sweetly, sitting up to catch his poor, exhausted boyfriend. “You did so good, kitten.” He wipes away the tears streaking the other’s cheeks as he smiles down at Minho fondly.
Minho closes his eyes and purrs softly as fingers comb through his damp bangs and lips press gently to his sweaty forehead, melting into the other man’s lap. “Did hyung do good?,” he mumbles quietly as the last of his energy drains from his bones.
“Hyung did so well. Only lasted a few minutes before the first orgasm,” Jisung giggles, cooing when Minho whimpers as he gently caresses his soft cock. “But you held in there for me and made me feel so good. I’m proud of you, baby.”
He looks up at his boyfriend with a pout. “I made it to five minutes with the plushie the other day… Your ass always just feels too good.”
Jisung laughs loudly and leans down to capture his lips in a lingering kiss. “So it’s my ass’s fault you can’t keep from cumming all over yourself before we’ve barely started, huh?”
Minho nods sternly with a frown. “All your fault.” He shrinks a little at the smirk that creeps onto his boyfriend’s face.
“Guess we’ll have to upgrade from plushie training, won’t we, baby? Must mean you’re ready for the stroker.” He laughs loudly again as Minho shivers and whines before burying his face into the crook of Jisung’s neck. “Cute,” he whispers.
“I’ll show you,” he grumbles. “I can make it six.”
“I look forward to watching you try.”
“Love you, Jisungie,” Minho whispers as he presses his lips to his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Love you, kitten.”