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“Hyung, can you fuck me?”
That’s how Jisung asked his Minho hyung to put his dick in him…? To pleasure him with his cock? To milk him fast and hard? Well, to make being a bottom the best thing he’d ever tried.
Jisung had his very first time with a man when he was 17 years old, not that he had ever had sex with a woman- he knew he was gay since ages ago and that girls really weren’t cut for him. Things were that he always had the worse crushes on boys- boys in school who were kind to him, boys in vocal classes, boys who would sit next to him at university…
It was easy to say that he was a simple person.
Still, his crushes would only last like… three days because he would find every single time something wrong about them. It was common really, way too common for him to not text back or just give the wrong number. It wasn’t done with evil intention, he even felt guilty about it.
So when he actually had his first time he knew he really liked this one. He was a bit older than him, a lot more experienced and Jisung definitely felt intimidated by that.
‘Don’t think too much.’ He had told him when he already had his cock inside him and Jisung hated it.
Not only because it had hurt, that was something he was expecting, but because he hadn’t felt a little bit of pleasure from it. At the end he came but only because the other had already finished and had pulled out. So Jisung had to do it himself.
From that moment bottoming had become a nightmare, mostly because he didn’t trust the people who wanted to have sex with him to make it feel good. He was always tense and always had the worse expectation.
It worked that way till he decided to top… once became twice and then he never stopped.
He knew though that he wanted more. Every time he had to take care of his partner, because of his horrible experiences, he knew he was the absolute best but still… something was missing. Those people never once tried to make him feel good, he was the one giving pleasure to them and he was the one giving it to himself.
So he came to the realization the he needed to ask Minho.
Minho hyung was his best friend, the person he knew since he was 15 years old, a young way too confident little guy who still couldn’t believe that that gorgeous, sculptured hyung wanted to be his friend.
Then he found out he was a nerd just like him and everything fell into place.
Minho hyung was the first person Jisung knew he had feelings for, strong feelings. Yet, he’d never done anything about them because he didn’t want to lose him, also Minho never showed any kind of interest in him that way.
Than at 21 years old they decided to share an apartment. Jisung was in the middle of his studies and Minho was about to finish already doing some internship. So it made it easier for them to do so.
Yes, it was a bit difficult to find way to have intimate moments since privacy was out of discussion when you were living with someone else, but Jisung preferred 100 % to masturbate than bring people at home when he knew Minho was only a door away.
That was the other reason he could build so much courage to ask him.
He wanted- no, needed Minho to fuck him so desperately.
Jisung was so scared he would ruin their friendship but then he’d stilled a list about the pros and cons- where the pros were way too many- and he understood that Minho knew him like no one else did and he would’ve neither judge him about it nor hated him.
So a Friday afternoon, just because they would have the day off the next day, he sat down on the couch next to his best friend and while they were watching a tv series- Jisung didn’t know which one was it, he really couldn’t pay attention- he’d ask him.
With his cheeks red and eyes on his hands he muttered it out. “Hyung, can you fuck me?” And then he waited. He was shaking. The thoughts in his head were making him more afraid. What if Minho would really look at him as if he was a weirdo? Gosh, he should have kept his desire away from him!
Minho turned to him blinking his eyes too many time as he was used to and frowned. “What did you say?” He whispered tilting his head to the side.
Jisung pouted finally staring at him. “Hyung, you heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself!” He whined lifting his hand to him on the shoulder.
Minho didn’t move. For a second Jisung thought he had become a statue. Maybe he could have called the Louvre, he was sure they were gonna pay so much money- NO! Focus Han Jisung. You’re asking your best friend to fry your brain with his cock. Be serious.
But even then he wasn’t saying anything and maybe, only maybe, Jisung should have explained it to him a bit more. So he let his mouth spill out words. “Don’t panic too much, okay? It’s just that no one has ever make me feel good when they fucked me and I’m tired to top and receive nothing in return- not that I fuck people because I want something back! But it’s sex… you know? It should go both ways…right? I-I mean- I just want to be able to enjoy it for once-”
“Okay, okay Sung calm down. I get it.” Minho brought a hand on his thigh, squeezing it three time before Jisung was able to breathe properly. His body melted against the couch and all his strength disappeared. He didn’t know asking something like that could be so hard.
Minho, still looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, started grinning under his breath and he soon begin coughing a laugh. His shoulders were moving up and down with his laughter as Jisung’s cheeks were growing red. “Minho hyung! Stop laughing at me!” He vented out but he couldn’t hide the fact that the tension he felt in the beginning was no longer there. He knew his hyung wouldn’t turn his back on him.
“I’m not laughing at you Jisungie… I just didn’t expect you to ask me something like this-” He scratched the back of his neck finally recomposing himself. “Not in the near future anyway-”
“What did you say?” Jisung asked. Minho had murmured the last sentence and he just couldn’t hear it.
“Nothing!” He shook his head making the younger more confused. “So- You top?”
Jisung was about to hit him again. “Is that seriously what you want to ask me?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
Minho bit his lips trying not to laugh. “No- no you’re right.” For a second the sound of the television filled the short silence between them before he could recollect his thoughts and actually ask him something serious. “You said you never felt pleasure when they-” he clenched his jaw, “-touched you. Haven't you thought that you simply prefer the other way?”
“No.” He said fast. “I know I like it. I used-” Jisung stopped mid-sentence. God, that was so embarrassing. Did he really had to talk about those things to Minho?
“Just tell me, you know I won’t judge you.” The latter said with a small smile of encouragement.
Jisung swallowed the nerves down. “I-I used my fingers and t-toys… it felt good. But the people I- you know- they never really cared about it. They just used me like a doll- I mean there’s nothing wrong but-” He just couldn’t look at Minho, so his attention went to his hand which was still on Jisung’s thigh, his grip only getting stronger.
After what it felt like hours his best friend finally nodded and slowly stood up dragging Jisung with him. “Alright.” He said.
Alright? What was alright? Jisung blinked at him confused. “Huh?” Was the only think he could say, because no way he was agreeing so easily. He probably was going to kick him out of the house, to hell their friendship.
“Alright, I’ll fuck you. Let’s go.” He specified, heading towards the bedroom.
Time stopped, the lights fluttered, the tv was playing a sex scene, Jisung felt his heart explode… well, okay he was being a little bit overly dramatic but his Minho hyung had seriously accepted to f-f-f-fuck him. Oh God, oh dear God- Jisung needed to tell Felix. He was the only one who knew of his undying love for the older.
But then he realized. “Wait, wait, wait! Now?” He stopped Minho with all the strength he had in his body.
His hyung turned and looked at him as if he was stupid. “Yeah.”
“I-” Jisung hadn’t thought about that. He hadn't gotten any further than mustering the courage to ask him that actually. What the hell, he didn’t even think Minho would have accepted. He thought ‘well, maybe we’re gonna have a great laugh and never think about it ever again’ so his brain was a bit lagging in that moment. “Okay…”
OKAY? What’d you mean okay Han Jisung? He was completely out of his mind. But when he’d looked into Minho’s eyes there was nothing he could do. There was no way he would refuse.
When Minho told him to get naked on his bed he felt faint. How’d he actually took off his clothes and lie down on the bed… he didn’t know. Surely was far too occupied paying attention to Minho who was getting rid of his shirt to remember. He didn’t care really.
The embarrassment though, that was another story. Being naked in front of the most important person in your life, someone he knew since he was 15 and had been always by his side supporting him in every decision and even agreeing to some of them, this being the case, was heart shaking.
For a moment he forgot about his exposed cock on his stomach. What if he didn’t like it even with Minho? What if it was going to hurt or he wouldn’t come? Was that really a great idea? What if it would ruin even the expectation he had of Minho?
“What are you thinking?” Minho interrupted his awful thoughts right on time before Jisung could regretted his choice and flew the scene. He knew the younger had too much on his mind, the fear showing on his face.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m scared.” He decided to be honest.
The older approached him slipping in between Jisung’s open legs and touching his waist with the fingertips. “Don’t be. Not with me.” Their eyes met. “Do you trust me, Hannie?”
His honey voice gave him goosebumps, or maybe it was his hands now roaming free on his torso and legs. He nodded fast, his breath caught in his throat. The cute name he usually called him so sweet on his lips.
“Tell me. What did they do to you? Mh?” Minho asked him as his mouth descended on his skin kissing here and there not really caring to stop in one place.
Jisung was already so flustered. His cock twitched at the lack of attention. He swallowed. “They- prep me, not too long- and- just… lube and they fucked me and cum- some-sometimes I didn’t get to-” He hoped Minho understood what he meant because he definitely didn’t. His fingers were squeezing his nipples, twisting and pulling. His mouth licking stipes on his thighs.
“How many of them have you bottom with?” His breath hit the redness of his dick, hard and too hot.
Jisung eyes widened. “How many-? I don’t know hyung, I didn’t count them!”
“Good. Then I’ll be your first all over again.” Minho said looking straight at him. Then he sucked on the tip just enough for him to throw his head back. “I’ll make you feel so good jagi, you won’t be able to go anywhere else.” His eyes turned dark. “I’ll ruin you.”
“Hyung-” He thought he was joking but when he took his cock into his mouth Jisung knew he was gone. He had fallen for his best friend in ways that he knew they were impossible to save himself from. He would have drowned without any chance of resurfacing.
He let Minho play with him and his body till he decided to torture another place. “Turn around.”
Jisung felt a spark up his neck. God, was he really going to do stuff with his butt? He trembled in anticipation. Minho’s hands started kneading his cheeks, opening them letting his most hid part exposed to him and then- then a wet feeling made him jump into the mattress. He gasped as the older flattened his tongue against his hole. He could feel his nose brushing over and over just a little higher and his fingers teasing the wetness and his rim not daring to thrust inside yet.
Jisung wanted them to. So much that he was panting with his face into the pillow muffling the noises. No one had ever done that to him. He moaned when his tongue breached slowly into him.
They didn’t even start and he was already a mess.
For a second Minho stopped so the younger could take a break. “You okay, baby?”
Baby. He was his baby. Jisung turned his head slightly so he could look at him. “Yes, please keep going, please.”
The other smiled. “So well behaved.” He licked his lips and Jisung felt like dying. Why did he needed to be this sexy? What was he supposed to do if he kept playing with his heart like that?
But those questions went unanswered because he could only moan as Minho began to tease his rim with his fingers. They kept massaging around just like his tongue did.
He was so wet that he wanted to get rid of the bottle of lube Minho had thrown on the bed next to him. There was absolutely no need for it, just like the condom they decided to not use. He wanted to feel him like he hadn’t before. Minho had teased him telling him he could fuck him raw but that he wouldn’t compromise with the lube.
“Mh- Hyung I want to see you.” He whined when the older palmed his length.
Then without any notice, he was being turned onto his back. A surprise sound escaped his mouth only to be suffocated when he saw the patch of precum where he was lying.
Minho’s face came into his visual and Jisung could do nothing but to stare at him. Gosh, how lucky he was to be able to be fucked by him. But then he frowned. “Why am I the only one not wearing clothes? It’s not right!”
Minho scoffed at his tone. “Do you want to see my cock so bad?”
Jisung hit him with his foot but Minho laughed and grabbed him by the ankle lifting up his legs so they were both resting on his shoulders. Oh fuck, that was so exposing. The younger lowered his eyes unable to look at his hyung who was staring at his hole.
“Pretty…” Minho whispered uncapping the lube pouring some on his fingers. Jisung blushed at his comment, his legs closing a bit in embarrassment.
Minho was having none of that. He placed a hand behind his left knee and opened his legs further. His finger breaching his hole softly. Jisung stopped breathing for a second waiting for the pain… but it never came. “Oh… this is nice…” He murmured when he felt the digit moving just a bit. If everything was going to be like that, he was going to have to ask Minho do it again with him sometimes soon.
“This is just half my finger.” Jisung looked up his hyung’s face dumbfounded. Then he jumped when he touched something inside that felt way too good.
“What-what was that? God!”
“Your prostate.” Minho noted with a raised eyebrow. “And it’s pretty close too… right here-”
Jisung whimpered when he massaged that spot again and again and again and he wasn’t going to stop and Jisung had to close his eyes, throwing his head back trying to breath because how was it possible that Minho had already find the way to pleasure him not even being inside of him?
Fuck. He was gonna combust.
“If I go deeper, it’s like this-”
“Nghn-Ah- ahh-”
Minho pushed two finger in this time, letting the knuckles breach through his hole. Jisung never felt so good in his life, so much so that he started moving his hips so that he could meet Minho’s fingers in the middle. “Oh baby, if you’re like this only with my fingers I can’t imagine how you’ll be on my cock.”
Jisung wasn’t sure he could be able to answer him so he just bit his lips and held back the moan in his throat. Being quiet was always better- no one wanted to hear him moan anyways.
When he felt Minho’s fingers slide out, he saw him take off his pants… and Jisung couldn’t keep his hands still. No way he wasn’t going to touch him. So he placed them on his chest first, squeezing the muscles there, then going down to touch the scar on his abdomen, slowly as Minho started breathing faster. And as his pants went flying off the bed -for a second really- he thought he had made a huge mistake… like really huge.
“Hyung- you’re…” He swallowed. “I d-don’t think you’ll fit…” He stumbled upon his words. His eyes stuck on his cock still forced into the underwear.
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.” He said taking them off. “Were the others that small?”
“It’s you who’s too big!!” Oh God. He really went around with that thing-
Minho had the audacity to laugh. He poured lube on his length and then spread it with slow movement. Jisung got up a bit leaning on his elbows. He wanted to suck him so bad.
“Later.” The older said as if he had read his mind. Minho knew him too well; he was never going to be tired of saying that. “First… let me make you feel good.”
Jisung nodded quickly. He couldn’t wait anymore. Fit or not, he wanted him inside. Now.
Sure, he was super nervous and scared but that was his Minho hyung, as soon as Jisung told him to stop, he would. There was nothing they wouldn't do for each other.
“Relax for me, jagi. Make yourself comfortable.”
Jisung’s back hit the bed again, as he did what he was asked. He took a breath, his heart pounding, his hands grabbing the sheets when Minho positioned the younger’s legs around his hips. His dick rubbed between his parted cheeks, sometimes catching on his rim.
Jisung bit his lip sighing. Minho was definitely going to take it slow, he only kept rubbing it up and down, all over his perineum and till his balls, then down to his hole, still not thrusting in, making him going insane. The lube was everywhere.
Finally, when he saw Jsiung start trashing around a bit, he pushed the tip inside.
The younger gasped at the intrusion as Minho moved his hand on Jisung’s dick carefully.
“Ah, Minho hyung…” He opened his mouth in a silent moan. Jisung’s eyes widened when a sudden pleasure invaded him. Fuck, was it really that easy to spot his prostate? Minho kept hitting it as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Then he started pushing forward again, his cock getting bigger on the base and Jisung could feel it all. He started shaking his head clenching around him. “Hyung, hyung, God. I can’t- take it.”
“Yes you can, baby.” Minho whispered moving back to thrust again inside. Everything he was doing was in such a slow pace that Jisung thought it went on for forever. When his cock finally filled him, Minho exhaled in his ear. “Good boy.”
Their skin that was touching was so warm. Minho was stuck into him, his legs brushed against his, his hands gripping his thigh sometime moving them up and down. Jisung could only close his eyes, his fingers into his mouth to stop the noises, but his breathing was so fast.
He was so full. It was the best he ever had it.
Then Minho started fucking him and it was everything at once.
It was as if his body was being electrified with a little spark. But it was so good. A spark of pleasure.
When Minho stopped for a second Jisung arched his back following his movement and trying to keep him inside. “Ah, fuck.” He could feel his length fully seated inside of him. He clenched unintentionally making Minho grit his teeth and thrust violently. “AH, Hyung-”
Jisung brought his hands to cover his mouth as the older pushed deep and lowered himself till they were face to face. He shook his head. “Any of that.” Minho grabbed his wrist and showed it away. “Scream if you have to. I want to hear you.”
“Mhhh- I can’t-”
“Be good for hyung.”
Jisung dropped his mouth open when he started moving again. This time he didn’t know where to put his hands, so he dipped them in Minho’s hair. They were so close, he could taste his breath and feel the heat of his body.
Their eyes met and for once Jisung completely forgot about the fact that they weren’t supposed to do that. They were best friends… he loved Minho so much it would kill him for their relationship to break apart because of it.
But he was so warm, so hot and hard inside him that the pull felt natural. He leaned forward just a bit, his eyes half closed and his hands pressing his head down hoping the other would understand what he wanted. Minho knew, of course he did, he couldn’t even hide it well.
Their lips met and the kiss was sloppy and voracious. They felt like two insatiable animals who didn’t want to stop. Jisung almost smiled into his mouth, but he was already moaning like crazy. Minho didn’t seem like he cared at all. His tongue meeting the younger’s in swift motion.
“Ah, Hyung-ah… so good-mhh-”
He moved faster hitting the right spot over and over again, Jisung was going crazy. He should have asked much before, why did he went all those years without this? His life had been so empty.
And then he stopped all of the sudden.
“Ah why? Why did you stop, please!” He tried to move his hip but Minho didn’t let him.
“Oh baby, it felt that good? I didn’t even do much.” The older lifted his finger to wipe away a tear escaped from Jisung’s eyes. Gosh, he hadn’t even realized he was crying. But then a sob left his lips and the shame hit him hard.
He tried to turn his head, to get up a bit, trying to escape from the other, but Minho wouldn’t allow him. Minho pulled Jisung towards him making him gasp when his cock was showed inside so hard that it took his breath away.
Fuck-fuck.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He pushed his legs open and force them toward his chest. “Don’t ever hide from me.” Thrust. “You asked me to make you feel good.” Thrust. “I’ll make you feel so good till you’re sobbing.” Thrust.
Jiusng could only flinch and tremble and whine so much he was scared the neighbors could hear him.
His nails were digging into Minho’s forearms, form his mouth came out small ah, ah, ah, ah followed by continue sob and tears. Words weren’t in his options anymore.
He knew he was going to lose his voice in the morning.
“How does it feel, mh?” Minho asked without waiting for an answer. “Should I go slower?” And then he actually started going slower. So slow, but also so deep he felt him in his throat. “Breathe Sungie.”
He shook his head making Minho laugh a bit. He surely was enjoying himself.
When his head almost hit the headboard though, the older made a dissatisfied sound and stopped.
“Ah, hyung why again?” Jisung could only whine.
“My Jisungie is precious, I need to take care of you. We don’t want you to get hurt, right?” Why did he sound like he was talking to a toddler? And why did Jisung blushed?
As soon as he made those thoughts Minho pulled out, his hole closed around nothing and then he found himself on his stomach. Ass in the air and chest on the mattress.
Minho’s hot mouth started kissing his shoulder and his neck thoroughly as he left some red spots. Then he closed his hand around his throat and lifted his head. Jisung turned to look at him and they kissed again. What he thought could be a one-time thing happened twice. And he wanted more.
They didn’t stop kissing even when Minho pushed into him again. It only facilitated the older when Jisung opened his mouth so he could lick into it better.
That position hit so much deeper Jisung was going insane. “Ahh. Fuck, hyu-ung”
Minho moaned fastening the pace. “You’re doing so well taking my cock.”
Jisung closed his eyes embarrassed. “Hyung stop-”
“You want me to stop? Ah, alright.” He pushed himself up.
“NO, no I didn’t mean that. Please.” The younger grabbed his hand at the side of his face and squeezed so he couldn’t go anywhere. Well, Jisung didn’t really had any strength, if his hyung wanted to leave he could’ve without problem. But he just wanted him to keep fucking him stupid. Never stop, never.
Minho left his body fell on top of Jisung sighing, his cock still warm inside. “You’re making me do all the work… I should make you ride me.”
Fuck. Jisung wanted that. He blinked once too many time, the surprise on his face overshadowed by need. He didn’t say anything, he wanted Minho hyung to decide for him. He was completely useless in that moment… and maybe even later.
Minho bit his earlobe and started moving his hips in circles making him moan into the pillow. “Next time, okay?” He said breathless.
Next time? Oh God, Jisung almost came. Hard… into the sheets that were only worsening his situation being: his dick getting stimulated by it.
“Hyung w-want to- ah- do it again?” He asked shaking.
“Didn’t you heard what I say?” What was he referring to? Jisung went crazy trying to remember. Minho answered for him. “I said I’ll ruin you for everyone else. You’re mine Jisungie, from the exact moment you ask me to fuck you.”
Oh…OH, fuck! Oh God. Oh yes.
Was that a good moment to come or-? He started pushing his ass back riding him so fast he felt Minho suck in the air. Jisung let his length rub inside of him from the tip to the base, first slow then fast, so fast it went out his hole. “Ah, fuck baby-” Minho’s voice made him only more certain he wasn’t imagining all of that. He stretched out his arm behind him so he could take him into his hand and when he did Minho was hot and big.
He couldn’t believe that thing was inside of him just a second before. But then again, he pulled it against his hole and sat on it.
Minho’s arms went to surround him around his waist and shoulders, never touching his cock. Now his back was flushed against the older’s chest and he could move much better. “Hyung- I’ll come like this.”
“Then come.” He whispered thrusting with sharp movement.
Jisung wasn’t going to last that way. At all. He let his head fall into Minho’s shoulder and closed his eyes. His senses were amplified, he could feel Minho’s cock brushing against his prostate, his hands pinching his nipples so sensible to then slide onto his tummy pressing down and making him flinch instantly.
A wave of pleasure flooded his body as he realized there was a little bulge right under Minho’s hand. “Minho, that- that’s…” He murmured in between his whimpers. Jisung could only hear the other exhale pressing down again.
“Mh… You’re so small I can see myself inside you.”
And that was more than enough to make an absolute mess out of him. More Minho thrusted in him more he felt so strange he couldn’t do much about it and he let go. He let go of all the pent up frustration and the horrible expectation. He let go of his overwhelming thoughts and a sprout of liquid wet the bed between his knees…
“Nggh-hyung!” He held onto Minho’s arms but when the latter let him go he fell into his hands, his hips still moving back meeting the thrusts.
“Baby, did you just squirt?” He grinned grabbing Jisung’s length and moving his hands up and down. The younger could only wail in desperation as he kept coming.
He clenched his hole as he was being manhandled around till Minho could kiss him stupid and with his tongue into his mouth he felt the older fill him up with a stronger push that made him fell right on the wet spot. “Fuck-Shit, Sungie.”
If that was a dream he never wanted to wake up because how would he live in a world where Minho hyung didn’t put his dick into ass and fuck him like no one else ever did? He just couldn’t survive the cruel reality.
But when he heard the other’s hands caressing his whole body, making everything feel so real, he opened his eyes and looked at him.
Minho was still there, breathing heavily just like Jisung, staring down at him with so much love he could have died in peace. They smiled at each other as if they were completely drunk. He thought after all it would become awkward and weird, but the trust he had in Minho was stronger than anything else.
Still inside him Minho exhaled lowering his head till their forehead were touching. “Jagi, I was being serious when I said you’re mine.” He whispered. “I’m tired of seeing you with other people. I want you.”
Jisung eyes widened and fill with tears. “Hyung… I love you.” He sniffled. God, were those after-sex's feelings?
Minho smiled at him. “I love you too, baby.” He whispered those words like he had been waiting so long to finally getting them out. “I love you so much.” He kissed him again with the knowledge that they could do it whenever they wanted now.