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These last 3 weeks have felt like the part of Minho’s heart that he’d been missing his entire life. The soft brushes of fingers against each other’s hands, the glittering white of two smiles in the Seoul sun, the entranced gazes that lasted just a few seconds longer than they were intended, these were just a sample of what it meant to be dating Han Jisung.
Every day that passed being able to call Jisung his was better than the last. After practice, he couldn’t believe he got to leave with him. When they held hands, Jisung’s fingers were just a bit longer than his own but cradled his so perfectly that he always dreaded letting go. That was something in particular that Minho held dearly in his heart, the unique warmth that radiated off of Jisung’s skin that could soothe even the worst possible day. Each time their skin even lightly touched the other’s, whether it was the side of an arm or a gentle kiss, Minho felt that there couldn’t possibly be a better feeling in the world.
Well, his dirty mind did wander sometimes. Perhaps completely claiming Jisung as his own could be better? He shakes his head as the thoughts cloud his mind as he walks back to his dorm with Jisung, his eyes still slightly wandering over his new boyfriend’s beautifully sculpted waist, his cute legs that sometimes turned slightly inwards, the nape of his neck where his lips would fit perfect-
Minho closes his eyes and refocuses on the sidewalk in front of him. “Jeez, chill,” he thinks to himself. He did find it a bit strange how they hadn’t even made out yet, only some small kisses stolen here and there. But, he never pried. Who knows? Maybe Jisung wasn’t ready to get so physical so quickly into the relationship? And Minho certainly respected him enough to be ok with that, despite how painful it was to ignore the ache in his pants sometimes. I mean his boyfriend was drop-dead gorgeous and the thought of him beneath him, looking up at him with those beautiful amber eyes half-lidded in pleasure…Minho shook his head again. “God, I’ve got to stop thinking about this,” he thinks, mentally reprimanding himself.
Jisung looks over and notices Minho looking a bit out of focus. “You ok?” His hand squeezes Minho’s now slightly sweaty palm a bit harder. Minho nods almost a little aggressively.
“Yeah…just tired from practice.”
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The last bit of sunlight has now faded from the room as darkness overtakes it, only the slight glow of the movie on the TV providing any light now. Jisung is now cradled perfectly in Minho’s arms, his gentle breaths almost starting to soothe Minho to sleep as he feels the motions of his back against him. But as the calming atmosphere seems to build, Jisung shifts his position and his arm ever so lightly grazes against Minho’s crotch, sending a shiver through him. Jisung, in his blissful ignorance, doesn’t even flinch at Minho’s sudden reaction, his eyes still glued to the movie and a smile still plastered on his face. Minho catches his breath and moves his gaze to the brown mess of hair on Jisung’s head, soon finding his face smashed into it, laying a kiss on it without even realizing.
At the sudden gesture, Jisung peeks up at him, his eyes wide. “Min?”
Minho’s eyes start to drift towards the lips that just spoke, looking as delectable as the first time he laid eyes on them. Before he can even think about it, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”
Jisung’s cheeks immediately fill with blood at the request out of the blue, but how can he deny that he’d like nothing more than that? “Mmhm,” is all he can get out before Minho leans down and connects his lips with his. Jisung lets out a breathy gasp as his lips move languidly against Minho’s, the audio from the movie drowning away almost instantly. Even with the kisses they’ve shared here and there, this one feels more passionate, deeper than any they’ve shared previously, and the action only causes Jisung to blush even harder, his kisses becoming a bit sloppy.
Minho laughs against his lips, “A little excitable, are we?”
Jisung pulls away from the kiss for a second, a pout on his now slightly swollen lips. “Am not…”
Minho rolls his eyes playfully and cups his hand to the back of Jisung’s neck. “You know I’m teasing. Now come back here.” He once again starts to kiss him, his pants already beginning to get a bit tighter. Jisung instantly responds by meeting his lips in a dance, his tongue now tracing the line of his mouth, begging for entry. Minho is beyond ecstatic to have him so eager. This is the feeling of desire he had been craving for a while now, the feeling of being as close to Jisung as he can get. He no longer minds the wait it was, but he wants to make Jisung his.
Minho parts his mouth enough to allow Jisung in, his tongue testing the waters by darting out to meet his every few seconds. A shudder runs up Jisung’s back as soon as he gets a taste of his boyfriend’s tongue. It’s so…wet. He shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he is but it also tastes like…well…Minho. Of course he’s addicted to this newfound taste. A small whimper escapes his lips as Minho pulls away for a brief second only to tilt his head the other way, giving Jisung a new angle to enjoy.
Minho moves a hand as discreetly as possible to the front of his own pants, the fabric bulging almost too obviously. God does he want Jisung right now. Unable to control his growing desire, he lifts Jisung partly into his lap, their lips never disconnecting. “Mmph…taste so good…want more.” He’s practically panting out half-written sentences now. Despite his clear desire to finally claim Jisung as his own, he feels Jisung tense, his thighs tightening around Minho’s waist and his kisses slowing, the movements of his tongue more reserved now. Minho pulls back. “Something wrong?”
Jisung looks down to where Minho is still clutching his aching bulge, but he’s too clouded in his own thoughts to even notice. “Y-yeah fine…”
Minho narrows his eyes and lifts Jisung’s chin with his free hand. “Hey, tell me what’s up. Do you…not want to go any further with me?” Though his tone is questioning, he’s more concerned than anything.
With his amber eyes looking down at Minho, a hint of pain hidden behind them, Jisung responds, “No no, it could never be that…It’s just…” He sighs and starts to fiddle with the silver ring on his index finger.
“First time?” Minho tries to coax.
Jisung’s breath hitches in his throat at the question and accidentally pulls the ring off his finger, immediately putting it back on. “I mean yeah, but that’s not it…I just…don’t think you’ll like how I look.”
It’s almost impossible to stop the breathy laugh that builds in Minho’s throat. Wouldn’t like how he looked?? “Jiji, you know you’re like the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, not to mention on earth. How could you even think that?” His hand reaches up to cup Jisung’s still rose-tinted cheek and Jisung brings his hand to meet his.
“I know I know, it’s just I have this huge…mole down there. I hate it and I think it’ll turn you off and…” He can’t get another word out since Minho is now fully laughing.
“A mole?? That’s what you’re worried about?” He gazes into those eyes he adores so much and brushes his cheek with the tip of his thumb. “That’s gotta be one of the silliest things I’ve ever heard…”
He expects Jisung to blush harder or let out a sigh of relief at the reassurance. It’s not like it takes much to calm Jisung down when he’s with him. But…what’s going on?? In a split second, Minho is distracted by his own words and Jisung has escaped his lap, now standing by his door adjusting his jacket on his arms, and taking his phone off the charger on the wall. “Hey! What’s wrong?” Minho flies off the couch and goes to Jisung’s side, holding the edge of his charcoal bomber jacket between the tips of his fingers.
His gaze never gets met by Jisung as he speaks. “I didn’t expect you to laugh…I was being serious. I’ll just see you tomorrow, maybe.” He starts to head towards the door but Minho tugs on his jacket firmly.
“Wait wait wait, I’m sorry. Can’t we talk about this? I didn’t mean to…”
Jisung cuts him off. “I just want to be alone tonight.”
Those words cut Minho like ice. Hearing Jisung say he’d rather be alone than be with him in any way tonight had to be the worst thing he’d ever heard. How could he have fucked up so badly? He’d prefer a cold set of sheets than the warmth of Minho’s arms? Even when they were practically running their tongues around the insides of each other’s mouths just a minute ago? The statement Jisung just uttered hurts so deeply that Minho doesn’t even have a good comeback and his hand falls limp to his side, watching as Jisung’s now gloomy silhouette closes the door behind him.
Minho’s shoulders slump helplessly as he goes back to sit down on the couch, his mind racing with regret. Fuck…He really had been an idiot. He laughed at Jisung telling him something and he judged it as not that serious yet CLEARLY it wasn’t that silly to Jisung. Fuck fuck fuck…He immediately grabs his phone and pulls up Jisung’s contact, his brain swirling with fifty different apologies and a hundred ways to try to fix this.
“Hey…” Deleted. “That was really fucked up for me to say, I’m sorry.” Deleted. “How can I make this up to you?” Deleted. “Come back please…” Deleted.
Minho throws his phone against the pillow on his couch in frustration. What if he messed this up for good? What if Jisung doesn’t want to tell him anything anymore? What if Jisung doesn’t want to be with him anymore?
Full of destructive thoughts and flashes of upset, Minho gets off the couch and storms to the kitchen. He decides to do what he always does when he’s this upset: Clean the dishes. He grabs the closest white bowl to him and starts aggressively scrubbing it with a soapy sponge. With how hard he’s rubbing the sponge on the porcelain, Minho can feel all of the sponge fibers and bubbles seeping under his nails but he doesn’t care, he just wants to clean and clean and clean all of these feelings of regret. Some dishes in the cabinet have been washed so well in these fits of feelings that there are chips of paint missing. Chan always bugs him about it, saying they were going to need new dishes eventually if he kept taking out his emotions on their fine eatery, but to this day it still helps the most., especially when he doesn’t have someone to hold at the moment…
After teaching all of the dirty dishes in the sink (and a couple clean ones) a lesson, Minho heads straight to bed, not wanting to be awake thinking about everything wrong he said. But as he lies on the fluffy pillow he just bought--Jisung mentioned he liked fluffy pillows--he moves his gaze to the phone that’s now back on his bedside table. Without thinking, he grabs it. He’s got to say something…right?
“I’m sorry…Goodnight.”
He always texted Jisung goodnight and couldn’t let himself sleep without doing it tonight, even if he didn’t hear back. He hits send without letting himself fret over whether it’s too simple or not and puts it back, instantly turning around to try to sleep.
In the dorm just a few buildings down, Jisung sees the text light up on his phone, his eyes freshly filled with tears from the comment that spilled from Minho’s mouth. A few new tears break through and spill onto his cheeks at the message and he turns his phone on Do Not Disturb before flipping around and burying his face into his pillow, attempting to fall asleep as well.
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The next morning, Minho slumps out of his blankets and peeks at his notifications first thing. Message from Hyunjin about practice, email about a sale going on at Uniqlo, a picture of his cats from his mom…But, nothing from Jisung. Hoping it was just the occasional missed notification, he quickly swipes to his messages with Jisung only to find the one from last night still being the most recent. It feels like everything crumbles around him not because it’s still their latest message, but because it says Jisung read it. A flood of panic streams through his veins as he tries to get ready for practice, terrified to see if Jisung will even look at him today if he felt he wasn’t worth a response.
As Minho arrives to practice, his pace a bit slow and his eyes a little heavy, he spots Jisung in the corner with Hyunjin and Felix, just talking as if everything is alright. Those eyes...they look so glossy with contentment as he speaks, an occasional laugh--the one he loves so much--coming out. But Minho can read Jisung so well by now, he knows it’s a facade, probably one to make him feel even worse than he already does. Of course, it’s working too. Jisung isn’t stupid, he knows how to make Minho jealous.
As Minho can’t help but stare at the three having a conversation, Jisung peeks over and meets his eyes for a split second, turning them back just as quickly and laughing a bit harder than before, almost a desperate attempt to make Minho think he’s truly having a good time without him this morning. That little…
Soon, practice begins and Minho can barely focus on the choreography as he keeps sneaking glances at Jisung. Jisung trips a few times, unable to hide his unpleasant mood as well as he was while conversing. Despite how worried he is about the situation, Minho dances as normally as he can so he doesn’t lead the other members to become suspicious. He adores Jisung with his entire heart but he knows that at Jisung’s core, he absolutely loves to make things even more dramatic. In other words, if the members caught onto Jisung’s mood, Minho just knows he’d look like even more of an asshole than he already does. The last time Jisung was upset, a waiter forgot to bring him his extra bowl of rice that he ordered and afterward, he acted as if the world was collapsing, complaining that he wasted an extra few won on food that never came and that he should’ve said something but was too scared and yada yada yada. It was truly the dumbest thing that Minho would just ignore if it had happened to himself but since it happened to Jisung he listened as intently as he would to any of his problems. He was so upset about it in fact that Minho had to drag him out to some frozen yogurt later just to distract him from calling every member to complain. Now that there was an unsettling incident in their relationship, he just knew this could get the members mad at him without hesitation, as deserved as it was.
But the more that Minho thinks about it, even the rice situation that he judged as childish and dumb wasn’t something he made fun of Jisung for. Why? Because he loved him. So why hadn’t he treated the incident last night the same? What may seem silly to Minho may not be silly at all to Jisung…Minho sighs as his feet continue to meet the pace of the music. “I need to just listen fully from now on…” He thinks to himself as practice finishes and he slumps to the floor in a heap of sweat.
Jisung is already gathering his things and heading to the door to go back to his dorm, clearly not intent on even saying hi to Minho today. But Minho isn’t about to let that happen. He just knows Jisung is waiting for him to be the first to talk and make it up to him. After quickly grabbing his water bottle, he sprints after Jisung and grabs his hand in the hallway, his palms much sweatier than he had thought. “Jiji…”
Jisung doesn’t meet his gaze as he stops in the hallway, but he also doesn’t remove his hand from Minho’s grip. “Yeah?”
“I…uh…can we take a walk later and just talk? Please? We can walk along the river like you always like. No expectations.” His eyes are almost painfully filled with longing to be near Jisung again, even if it’s just to have a serious talk. He so badly wants to tell him how much he missed him last night, how empty and frigid his room was without that contagious laugh and his slender waist wrapped up in his arms, but he figures it’s not the best time.
With a look to the floor, Jisung nods slowly twice and says, “Ok…I’ll go shower and then meet you there.” And with that, he’s off and Minho’s palm is empty once again.
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After his own quick shower back at the dorm, Minho throws on a hoodie--one Jisung has stolen on occasion--and some jeans, running out the door like his life depends on it. Well, it very well might at this point. He looks like he’s escaping the wraths of JYP or something with the speed his feet are going but he doesn’t care how it looks because all he wants to do right now is see Jisung and apologize properly.
The aqua of the river comes into view and with it a tiny silhouette sitting on a bench, the sun warming his bangs that are just starting to creep into his eyes. Minho’s heart skips a beat as he approaches him. God, even just sitting on a riverside bench, a slightly annoyed pout on his lips, he really is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life…
“Hey…” He gets out softly as he finally reaches him, his hands in his pockets to hopefully dry the sweat on his palms. “Wanna walk?”
Jisung nods and gets up, his hand reaching for Minho’s wrist, the gesture making Minho’s heart flutter. As upset as Jisung seems to be, he still wants to hold his hand? Well, wrist. But it’s better than nothing. Minho’s heart rate only speeds up as he and Jisung slowly start to stroll along the pavement lining the somewhat grey river. Knowing Jisung won’t be the first to say anything, Minho speaks up, “I’m really sorry about how I reacted to what you said last night. I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was teasing you or downplaying how you felt. It’s not an excuse but I just want you to know that I reacted the way I did because I just can’t imagine anything causing me to not want to be with you…Does that make sense?”
Jisung finally looks over slightly at Minho. His eyes are just slightly puffy, causing Minho’s heart to drop as he realizes he was probably crying again before he arrived. It takes every fiber of his being not to cradle his cheek and comfort him more, not knowing if Jisung is ready for that at the moment with his emotions. Jisung responds, “I mean I guess I do…It just felt like you were laughing at me being genuinely worried about something, even if it was small to you.”
Minho sighs. “Yeah…yeah I can definitely see how it came across that way.” He takes the wrist that Jisung is holding out of his jeans pocket and adjusts so that he’s actually holding his hand now. “And I regret it, a lot. I promise to be more mindful of your feelings from now on, ok? But I do want to reassure you also that whatever you’re insecure about on your body doesn’t bother me. Not one bit. You could have a million birthmarks, lose an arm--which for the record I would never want to happen--, have all of your teeth fall out, and guess what? I’d still want you just as much. I’m crazy for you Jiji…I promise a mole isn’t going to turn me off.” His eyes are now wider than before and he hadn’t even noticed they had stopped walking at some point, his arms now around Jisung’s waist. Jisung’s eyes are now glittering with tears again, stirring uncertainty in Minho again at what kind of tears they are.
Before he can get a word out, those tears are spilling onto Jisung’s cheeks silently as he talks. “I…Are you sure? Min, I want to believe you…It’s just hard for me.” He takes a deep breath and glances down at the concrete. “When I was younger, we had gym class and whenever we had to change into our swimsuits for swimming, all the guys would make fun of me for my mole…They said it looked like someone permanently burned a chocolate truffle into my skin or would laugh and ask if my mom had burned me with a candle there or something…So to hear you laugh at me, even if it was indirectly related to the mole, it hurt. I just don’t want you to promise something like that and then see it and be disgusted with me.”
Minho has to scrunch his toes into his sneakers to keep himself from shaking with rage at all of those fucking kids in his childhood. How could anyone see Jisung and not only let him feel those negative emotions but be the cause of them? He’s sure that the beauty he sees in Jisung would be revered in a divine epic and there were kids so jealous they picked on him over his mole down there?? With a bite of his lip, he turns his gaze back to Jisung. “Hearing that anyone could do that to you is…Jiji, when I tell you that I’ve never seen someone more handsome than you, or more special, or more kind, or more talented, or just…” He trails off as he sees Jisung’s tears flowing a little harder now. “Please tell me I’m not making those tears worse…”
Jisung wipes his nose on his sleeve, sniffling. “Well, maybe a little…But for a different reason this time.” He looks back at Minho. “You can continue by the way.” A slight smile is on his lips finally, making Minho’s shoulders slump in relief. He’s finally getting through.
“Well, let’s just say I’ve never felt so much for someone in my whole life and I stand by what I said. I would like you in any shape or form you come in and one mole isn’t going to be the reason I don’t want to do anything with you, ok? You’re still not comfortable showing me it? That’s fine, truly. I just want to be with you.”
As Minho finishes that last sentence, Jisung’s face is now smashed into his chest, hugging him tightly, tears soaking through his shirt and onto his chest. Jisung’s muffled voice comes through. “I forgive you.” A quiet sob breaks through the shirt fabric. “Can we go back to your place now? I missed you so bad last night…”
Minho can’t help but laugh at how quickly Jisung admitted to missing him, his chest filling with warmth. “Of course we can, silly. I believe we have some unfinished cuddles to take care of.” He gently brings Jisung’s head back a little so he can gaze into his tear-ridden eyes, his hand coming up to finally help wipe them away. “You’re such a cute crier, you know that?”
With a pout on his lips, Jisung turns his head. “No, I’m not…Let’s just go, ok?” He swipes Minho’s hand from his cheek and interlocks it with his own, nearly dragging him in the direction of Minho’s dorm. Minho watches the back of his sassy boyfriend’s head as it bobs up and down as he walks, completely entranced and delighted to have him back in his company. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since their little misunderstanding but it had felt like an eternity to have Jisung be upset at him in any way. God, he never wanted to experience that again.
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As soon as they’re back at Minho’s dorm, Jisung throws himself back onto Minho’s couch, his arms open for him to come climb into. Minho shakes his head playfully and chuckles. “Oh? Usually, I’m the big spoon, what’s this?” Despite his asking, he obediently walks over to where Jisung is and sits down, sinking back into his embrace as Jisung’s arms meld around him.
“Don’t care today. I just want you near me again.” Jisung’s words become muddled again as he presses his mouth into the back of Minho’s shirt, taking in the scent and body heat of his boyfriend again. It was like they had been separated for 3 months with no contact and now they were making up for lost time. Minho smelled like citrus and sage, it was so addicting to drink in his scent day after day. Who needs regular oxygen when you have Minho who smelled like the freshest air there was?
After sufficiently breathing in every part of Minho’s shoulder, Jisung almost instinctively presses a kiss to the back of his neck, forcing a groan of contentment from Minho. Realizing he did it without thinking, Jisung pulls back a bit, blood rushing to his soft cheeks as he hugs Minho to him tighter instead. “Sorry, you just smell nice.”
Minho chuckles at the quiet words falling off Jisung’s lips and turns his head to face him. “Do I now?” He lets his gaze land on every detail of Jisung’s flustered face. His eyelashes that dip just perfectly below his lids, the gentle heart shape of his pink lips, the lightly faded mole on his cheek that makes his face so deliciously asymmetrical. “You look even nicer…” That’s all he can get out, as cheesy and stupid as it is. But he doesn’t have time to try to rectify the statement because the next thing he knows is that his lips are on Jisung’s again.
As their lips move against each other, Minho repositions himself so that he’s facing Jisung and he pulls him back in his lap, their lips never disconnecting. Jisung tastes like if cherry chapstick was a person, which just so happens to be Minho’s favorite flavor. The sweetness of his flavor all along his tongue sends a hotness to his core, driving him to drive his tongue deeper into Jisung’s mouth. The sudden change makes Jisung whimper, a sound that up until now Minho had never heard. “Fuck…” He says out loud without realizing, extremely turned on by the noise.
Jisung blushes even harder now as he pulls back suddenly. “S-Sorry...I didn’t mean to-”
Minho shuts him up by covering his mouth. “God, you make pretty noises.” He removes his hand and as soon as he does he crashes his mouth against Jisung’s again, his tongue immediately taking position swirling around his. Jisung is so overwhelmed by what’s happening and Minho’s praise that he can’t stop another sound from escaping his lips. This one is more like a desperate whine and as soon as it gets inside of Minho’s mouth, Minho nips on Jisung’s lower lip. “You’re making me want you Jiji…” He breathlessly gasps into his lips.
In his blissful ignorance, Jisung tries to reason between kisses,” “But you already have me.” Minho falters a bit in his kiss and ends up kissing the side of his mouth for a second, a tiny laugh bursting out.
“Not in that way,” Minho replies as he returns to Jisung’s lips. His tone suddenly softens a bit with consideration. “But only if you’re ready of course…” He pulls back gently, looking for any hesitation in Jisung’s half-lidded eyes.
It takes a moment for Jisung to reply and his eyes hold an undecipherable emotion, making Minho’s chest tighten in anticipation. Was he going to fuck up again and say something that would make Jisung turn away? But Jisung speaks. “Are...Are you sure you won’t judge me?”
Minho shakes his head and lays kisses all along Jisung’s jawline as he responds. “Never in a million years. I want all of you.” His lips make their way down to the pulse in Jisung’s neck, sucking at it lightly, feeling the rapidly increasing heartbeat against his now swollen lips.
With another whine, Jisung melts into his touch and his eyes flutter shut. No one had ever said that to him and no amount of talking dirty could ever live up to how hearing “I want all of you” sounded to him, especially from Minho. “I want you too.” That’s all Minho needs to hear before his hands cup under Jisung’s perky little ass and lifts him up into his arms, carrying him to his bedroom without hesitation.
As soon as they get to Minho’s room, Minho sits down with Jisung still in his lap on his bed, their lips and tongues still dancing around each other. Jisung tastes so good, so sweet. He doesn’t care how sloppy some of his kisses are, how full of spit some of them are, because Minho loves how he tastes and wants more.
As the kisses grow more passionate, Minho brings his fingers up to Jisung’s hair and runs them through it, feeling every individual soft strand before slightly pulling a fistful, eliciting another sweet sound from Jisung. He wanted to find every sound that Jisung could make by the end of the night. “Make more sounds for me hm?” As soon as he says that, he feels Jisung accidentally bite his lip but makes another sound of affirmation. Boy did he want to just gobble up Jisung in one bite after that.
Jisung pulls back again, making Minho groan a bit. “Does it hurt?”
Minho pauses for a second. “Hurt?”
“You know…your first time.” Jisung’s cheeks are so filled with blood asking that you would think he had an entire bottle of soju and was drunk out of his mind. He may as well be drunk off the erection growing in his pants…
Minho smiles, remembering not to laugh or make light of the question for him. “Well, I won’t lie. It isn’t the easiest thing at first, but you’ll come to enjoy it pretty quickly. Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up first too.” He starts to kiss his neck again, one of his hands gripping Jisung’s slim waist.
Jisung gasps again, his legs starting to open on instinct as he feels Minho’s kisses travel down to his collarbone. He fidgets under his touch, his hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt desperately. But the fabric is the issue. It’s in the way. He wants to touch Minho and he wants him to touch him. “Mmph…Min…Can I take it off?”
Hearing Jisung already asking to take off his clothes is the most wonderful series of words he’s heard today. Without answering verbally, Minho removes his lips from Jisung’s skin for a second and whips his shirt off, watching as Jisung’s eyes travel along his whole torso. After a few seconds, he asks, “Like what you see?”
Jisung’s gaze floats to a scar on Minho’s stomach, it curving into a gorgeous S-shape that he has an insane urge to just kiss. “You’re so pretty Min…” Minho can’t help but feel a tinge of blush hit his cheeks at that. He can’t believe Jisung was able to elicit that reaction with so few words.
As he feels Jisung’s finger trace over his scar, he looks at him and says tenderly, “See? We both have “imperfections”.” Jisung returns his gaze to Minho’s eyes and this time he’s the one to close the distance between them, his hands wrapping around his body, pushing him back onto the bed in the process. Minho’s eyes widen at the unexpected response. Usually, Jisung would give him an emotional response back or at least stutter first but he took the lead?? Minho had always been used to leading things but here he was being held down by Jisung, his shirt off and thrown aside, and now Jisung was kissing his scar like he was injecting all of his adoration into those little kisses and trying to get them into his stomach. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the gesture.
But, he wanted the lead back, especially for Jisung’s first time. He was probably too excited to start and jumped on him. Though, it was adorable to see him so ready…Minho gently cups Jisung’s cheek and makes him look up at him. “Come here.” Jisung obeys and walks himself up to Minho on his elbows as Minho runs his hands down his sides to the bottom of his shirt, slowly pulling it over his head. Jisung glances away, a little shy despite Minho having seen him shirtless in countless other instances, just for other reasons. Minho stares at his boyfriend’s chest and abdomen, still amazed to this day just how broad he is yet how tiny his waist is. Judging by how Jisung is looking away still, he can tell he’s still nervous so he says, “You know, you’re like the sexiest triangle I’ve ever seen.”
Jisung snaps his head back at him. “Huh??” Minho breaks out into laughter as his fingers trace up and down Jisung’s rib cage, almost outlining the tattoo on one side as he goes.
“You know, ‘cause you’re built like one. I’m more of a rectangle.” Minho jokes at him as Jisung shakes his head and smiles, a faint laugh escaping him.
“You say some really stupid things sometimes.” He’s now fully grinning as he comes back to Minho’s lips to kiss him, but Minho takes this as his chance and flips him over as their lips meet.
“I said I’d warm you up first, didn’t I?” Minho affirms with mischief in his eyes.
“O-oh well yeah, you did…”
The next thing Minho’s hand gravitates to is Jisung’s still-clothed crotch. His tongue melts with Jisung’s as he fits his palm around Jisung’s erection, feeling how it’s pushing to get out. It must feel so fucking tight in there because Minho’s pants sure feel one size too small right now. As his hand grasps and softly palms him, Jisung begins to whimper again in pleasure, his cock already starting to ache towards the hand around it. The noises that continually flow from Jisung are like music pushing Minho to continue, his hand now moving to the zipper of his jeans as his mouth moves down his bare chest.
Jisungs breath hitches as he realizes what’s next. “W-wait…” Minho peeks up at him, his fingers pausing.
“You ok?”
Jisung nods. “You’re sure, right?” It’s almost cute how Jisung keeps wanting the reassurance but he knows not to say anything dumb right now.
“I’ve never been so sure about something. Can I continue?” Minho asks permission as Jisung nods again and forgets to breathe as the zipper on his jeans is pulled down and the button undone. The pressure on his cock is finally relieved a tiny bit but still not quite enough and he glances at Minho as if to say “Please”. Seeing the want in his eyes, Minho doesn’t quite slip his pants off yet as he now lays kisses down his entire torso, his fingers only playing with the waistband of his boxers.
God. Fuck. I want it now. These are all running through Jisung’s mind but he’s whining and groaning in desire so much that he can’t even get a word out at the moment. Minho’s hot lips on his sensitive skin are lighting up every nerve in his body all while his hips keep lurching forwards, begging to have his underwear ripped off.
Minho wants to tease him but he’s also never fully tasted Jisung yet so even for him the anticipation is too much. He can’t fucking wait to have him anymore. Without much warning, Minho’s hand finally slips into Jisung’s boxers and wraps around him, making Jisung whine louder than ever, a breathy “Fuck…” coming out.
The feeling of Jisung’s bare dick in his hands is such a new feeling. It’s not like Minho had never held a few cocks in his time--he had done much more than that, that’s for sure--but there was something about holding Jisung’s that made him feel different. Nothing like the shape or size or even the angle it was bending at underneath the fabric were the reasons. There was just something about feeling Jisung’s cock, his heat, that made Minho’s desire for sex feel like so much more.
Minho uses his other hand to slowly pull down his boxers and jeans just enough to free him and as soon as he does he spots it--the mole. It’s quite large, brown of course, and placed right on his pubic bone. He can see why it’d make Jisung self-conscious but not because he thinks it’s ugly. No, it’s gorgeous. It’s part of Jisung. He can feel Jisung’s eyes on him, noticing that Minho is spotting the mark, so he quickly moves his lips down to where the mole is, his hand gently moving his dick aside to access it. “Min, you-” Jisung shuts up as soon as Minho places his lips on it, kissing it and sucking at it gently. With the mole being in such a nerve-heavy area, Jisung throws his head back in pleasure as Minho continues his loving assault on it.
“Jiji, you’re so pretty. So fucking pretty.” Minho gets out between kisses, absolutely obsessed with his boyfriend.
Jisung can’t help himself when he grabs at the hand that’s made its way up his side again. Hearing those words, it’s like his heart is singing. Tears begin to prick at the corners of his eyes. He feels so stupid about it but he’s so overwhelmed by the pleasure Minho’s giving him but also the reassurance. He’s never felt this from anyone before and it’s taking over his emotions. Minho is so engaged in taking care of his mole that he doesn’t even notice the tears forming, but Jisung can’t and wouldn’t fault him for that. He just lets a tear silently run down his cheek among the symphony of sounds still escaping his mouth.
After thoroughly making love to his mole, Minho begins to kiss the base of Jisung’s dick, slowly working his way up the veins of his shaft and making his way to the tip. Jisung’s hips buck forward again making Minho grin. “Someone’s ready, hm?” After saying this, Minho closes his lips slightly over his tip, sucking gently and licking off all the precum that had already accumulated.
Jisung is almost annoyed he hasn’t been able to compose himself to say even a full sentence in a while, but how can he help it? Minho, his beloved boyfriend, is literally suckling at his dick when nothing but his own hand has ever touched it before. Find someone who would be sane in this situation. As Minho starts to fully suck his cock, he begins to grip the sheets, his vision fuzzy as it tries to focus on Minho’s head bobbing up and down. “Min…Ungh.”
The words in his ears are only more encouragement for Minho as he continues to taste his skin, the saltiness of the precum and his own saliva now mixing to make the whole blowjob sloppier by the second. The sloppier his dick becomes the more Jisung can hear Minho blowing him, making him harder by the second. “Shit…I won’t…” Jisung trails off as Minho finally comes up for air.
“You won’t last long? Don’t worry I can tell.” He snickers a bit before wiping his mouth but continues to softly stroke him to keep him on edge. “I won’t let you until we get to the main event anyway.” Jisung shivers at his words, a sense of anxiety creeping up remembering they haven’t even gotten that far yet.
Minho pulls off the remaining bit of pants and boxers on Jisung, fully exposing him. He takes a second and just appreciates the view in front of him, once again unable to comprehend that he’s his. “Is it too much if I call you pretty again?”
Jisung gulps, his cheeks filled with crimson again. “Please keep calling me pretty…” Minho’s chest tightens at the response. That’s got to be the easiest request ever. Between his toned thighs, his exquisitely carved broad shoulders, the artful tattoos lining his torso, that round face with lips so swollen with kisses it should be a crime…
“My pretty, beautiful, perfect Jiji…I wish you could see yourself through my eyes…” Minho can’t stop himself from leaning in to kiss him again, their lips melding in harmony as Jisung’s heart threatens to burst. As he tries to reign in his emotions, his hands find the belt loop of Minho’s jeans and start tugging them down. Minho realizes what he wants and, without breaking the kiss, removes his pants swiftly. With the sudden absence of clothes, Jisung’s hands are now just grabbing at Minho’s hip skin like he’s holding onto the sheer side of a cliff for dear life. Minho nearly yips as his nails dig into his skin in desperation so he effectively moves one of his inexperienced hands down to his groin to keep him busy, quite like he’s a dog getting thrown a bone.
Jisung doesn’t know what the fuck was going on, much less what he was doing. All he knew was there was a hard dick in his hand and it was his first time touching one that wasn’t his. As the kisses only grow more heated, Jisung fixes his grasp on it and holds it for a second, almost like he’s adjusting to the newfound feeling. His hand starts to move up and down on it like he’s done to himself so many times, but he has no clue if he’s doing this right. “Does this feel okay?” He gets out between breathy gasps.
Minho can’t say it’s the best handjob he’s ever gotten, but considering it’s Jisung’s first time, he can’t complain. Still feels fucking good to have his hand down there doing something. “Mmhm…” Even with his amateur hands stroking him, Minho can’t help bucking into his touch a bit, wanting more of Jisung by the second. “Want you so bad…” He disconnects his mouth from Jisung’s and doesn’t break eye contact as he brings two of his fingers to his mouth, sliding them over his tongue. He wants to give Jisung a show, a precursor to what’s about to happen to his ass, and he can see Jisung shivering at the sight, his back arching again towards him.
As Minho finishes slicking up his fingers, ropes of saliva pooling around the base of them, he asks Jisung, “You ready?”
Jisung gulps, wanting to lick off that saliva as soon as he spots it, but he answers, “Please…”
Hearing the please fall from his mouth is breathtaking and Minho lets out a low moan as he drags his hand over Jisung’s crotch again, purposefully stroking his cock in one long motion as he makes his way to his destination. “I’ll start with one, ok?” Seeing Jisung’s nod mixed with the whimper in his voice, Minho grins and finds his hole, lightly circling it with his moist finger. God, he’s already pulsing for him and he hasn’t even done anything yet. Testing his reaction, he adds a little pressure, barely dipping his finger into his ass, yet it makes Jisung yelp. In pleasure? He’s not sure. “Are you ok?”
Jisung regains his composure. “Just…just tight is all…Does it always feel like that?”
Minho chuckles and places a kiss down between his thighs as he slowly presses his finger against him more. “It’ll only get better, I promise.”
Pushing very gently still, he keeps placing kisses on Jisung’s inner thighs as his finger gradually sinks into him. More grunts of pleasure yet also initial discomfort escape Jisung as he gets used to the feeling. Minho adjusts his finger and begins to curve it just enough to make Jisung’s cock leak again. “Min…Fuck…”
“Seems someone’s starting to like this.” As his finger slowly moves in and out, his tongue laps up the precum spilling out of Jisung. Jisung’s a mess now, even from just one finger. His hands are both gripping the sheets and a clump of Minho’s hair since it’s all his hands can reach. With every movement inside him, Jisung chokes out a moan. Oh. Oh…OH! There’s another finger in him now. “Min…Min…Min…” Each mention of Minho’s nickname comes out at every thrust as Jisung melts under his touch. He can feel the drip drop of the precum that Minho has neglected to clean up as it hits his lower abdomen. Somehow the messiness is driving him even more insane.
Minho continues to pump his fingers in Jisung and his own dick is now throbbing as it's not the thing inside him. The sweet sounds, the involuntary movements of his whole body, the warmth of him around his fingers…He needs to be inside him fully now. “You better be ready for what’s next.” As he says this, he kisses every inch of Jisung’s length, removing his fingers to Jisung’s reluctance.
“No…feels so good…” Jisung whines and pouts but Minho only smiles and brings his lips back to his.
“You’re so fucking impatient, even for your first time. I’m getting there, just give me a second.” He nips at his bottom lip before pulling back and rummaging through his bedside table to grab the bottle of lube he has.
Jisung looks at him inquisitively. “What’s that?”
Minho blinks at him almost confounded how he’s never seen lube before. “Y-you’ve never seen lube?”
His cheeks blink red again and he looks down, embarrassed. “Oh…yeah I mean I know what that is. I’ve just never seen it before.”
Minho wants to eat him up. He’s so adorable not knowing this, he just wants to devour him whole. “Well, now you have. And believe me, it’ll be your best friend.” He smirks and starts to rub it all over his cock and Jisung’s ass. Minho almost gets lost in the sight of his ass so shiny and slicked up. He’s always had a perky butt, but with it all glossy now, he just wants nothing more than to stick himself in it right now.
“Come here,” Minho instructs as he starts to suck on his neck again, leaving little purple love bites this time. As Jisung is now distracted by the marking, he reaches down to align himself with Jisung and as soon as his tip touches Jisung’s hole, he feels a moan echo in his throat. Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly, he pushes and feels Jisung grunt again as he adjusts to the new thickness entering him. “You’re doing so good, just relax, hm?” Minho reassures him and Jisung can’t help but bite on his shoulder to calm down. Minho almost yips again but holds it back as he pushes himself fully into him gradually. He grabs one of Jisung’s legs from under him and pulls it up to his chest so he can hit a better angle. As he attempts to find Jisung’s sweet spot, Jisung is practically yelling in pleasure now with every thrust, as gentle as they still are. He’s so sensitive…And Minho loves it.
If this is how vocal Jisung is just at the start, he can’t even imagine how his climax sounds. The thought makes Minho all tingly and his dick tremble inside Jisung. Jisung keeps repeating, “Min…Oh God…Min…So good…” At every word, Minho slowly picks up the pace and grips his thigh tighter. Jisung’s ass is now bright red as he continues to pound into him and Jisung’s whines are only building into a crescendo. His voice was always so beautiful on stage but something about how he sounds in bed is just…wow…
“You’re so good…so good for me…” Minho keeps praising him as he fucks him silly, rewarding him with a kiss in a new place every time he makes noise for him (which happens to be every second at this rate). Minho’s breaths are getting heavier and heavier, the effort combined with the insane pleasure working his heart to the max. As he moves his mouth closer to his ear, he whispers without even realizing, “Jiji…love you…so bad…”
Jisung’s sounds shut down as if he malfunctioned and Minho pauses his thrusts. Oh fuck…Did he just…? Shit shit shit shit. Leave it to him to tell Jisung he loves him for the first time in the middle of fucking his brains out. The ONE thing he told himself he’d never do, no matter how good it felt. “I-I’m sorry,” Minho chokes out awkwardly.
Jisung’s big amber eyes are staring at him, his chest heaving up and down still. “Are you…Are you serious?” Minho can’t read his expression for the life of him and now he feels like he’s royally fucked up again.
“Uh…well…” Minho is never the one lost for words. That’s something he’s always prided himself on in their relationship. Even if he messes up, or if Jisung needs support, he can always find the words immediately. But his mind is a black hole, his cock still inside Jisung.
“Well?” Jisung prods still with a lack of readable emotion.
“Yeah.” That’s all he finds in his vocabulary. “I love you, ok?” He really wishes right now that he wasn’t like 6 inches inside Jisung’s ass.
Jisung wraps his arms around Minho’s neck, pulling him into an unexpected kiss. Yet, this one isn’t one of sexual passion like they’d be sharing all night. This one had a different emotion to it. It was tender, caring, loving. Minho melts right into it, instantly understanding what Jisung is saying back without the words. Not even their tongues are touching as their lips find a melody to follow for what feels like an eternity. He finally lays his forehead against Jisung’s, panting slightly. “I love you. God, I love you.”
Jisung kisses him once more before pulling back and responding, “Show me.” Minho blinks at that. What a commanding response! Certainly not one he expected. But who is he to deny his desires? He starts to move inside him again, the noises spilling from Jisung. With every roll of his hips, he presses his lips against Jisung’s honey skin, dripping words of love on him over and over. The pressure in his core is starting to build and he can feel himself getting closer to the end, chasing his release. He opens his eyes more to look down at Jisung’s twitching cock and can tell he’s getting close himself. Perfect.
As he finally finds a chance to speak, Jisung gets out, “I-I’m so close…But I don’t…don’t wanna make a mess.” Minho practically jams his tongue into his mouth to quiet his worries.
“Don’t care. I’ll clean it up.” His movements become even more erratic now, his climax almost at its peak. Jisung’s leg is pulled so high now that he’ll probably have a hard time walking later but he can’t think about that right now. The whines from Jisung are now shriller than ever as he looks down to see Jisung’s dick finally spill all over himself, coating his entire stomach and icing his chest tattoo. He always did look pretty in white. He quickly pulls out and adds his own finale to the scene. Minho swallows the last moans in Jisung’s mouth and rests his forehead against his, admiring the painting they’ve now made out of Jisung’s body. “So?” He gasps out.
Jisung’s nails are lodged in Minho’s skin now from his orgasm, his chest heaving up and down, cum dripping down the sides. “So?”
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Minho smirks as he starts to bring his head down Jisung’s body.
Jisung nods, still a bit dazed. “Mmhm…”
Minho smirks before his tongue darts out to start cleaning up the mess they both made. As soon as Jisung feels his wet tongue hit his skin he jerks a bit. “What are you doing??” His eyes are huge as he looks at Minho lapping up everything on him. “Isn’t that…disgusting?”
Minho wipes his mouth on his shoulder before peeking back up at Jisung. “No? I like how we taste together.” As he expects, Jisung stutters and has no response to that. That was so hot of him to say but that also shouldn’t be hot? All he could do was watch as Minho finished cleaning him up. In the end, he spends extra time sucking on Jisung’s mole again, thin threads of cum still on the corners of his mouth. Finally, he looks back up at Jisung. “Want a taste?”
Jisung hesitates but something’s alluring about knowing what they taste like mixed together. Being with Minho sure made him feel disgusting sometimes but he was starting to love it. He nods again and Minho is happy to see his answer. Without another word, he comes up to melt their mouths in a searing kiss, the salty taste on his tongue permeating Jisung’s taste buds. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant flavor, but since it was Minho he couldn’t resist.
They finally disconnect, their gazes fixed on each other as Minho collapses next to him and pulls him closer. He brushes a strand of Jisung’s now sweat-slicked hair out of his eyes. The words they want to convey are all said in one look, Jisung soon molding to his body, never wanting to let go.