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The couple is sitting at their dining table late at night, eating their favourite ramyun together. Minho is completely zoned out in a trance while staring blankly at the food in his bowl until Jisung speaks.
“Hyung, can we maybe try something different this time?” he says with a mouth full.
Minho raises his head to look at Jisung properly. “What do you mean, baby?”
The younger cautiously swallows his food then says, “I wanna try… this thing I saw… in bed. If it’s okay with you?”
“I can only be okay with it if you tell me what it is, Jisungie. Spit it out.” Minho raises an eyebrow, but the sentence has no bite to it.
“I wanna,” Jisung pauses and sighs deeply. “Iwannadowaxplay.” He whispers all at once.
Minho almost chokes on his food with wide eyes. Holy shit. He’s not completely opposed to the idea, but he thinks he’ll die seeing his boyfriend squirming with hot wax being dropped all over his pretty body-
“Yes.” Minho agrees with no hesitation, avoiding eye contact completely.
He’ll be honest, Jisung is never usually the one coming up with any of the kinky shit they do. It’s probably the reason why he was so embarrassed to bring it up in the first place. But out of anything he could’ve said, this is what Minho finds the most intriguing.
“Seriously?” If he was a cat, his ears would’ve perked up and his pupils would’ve gone wide.
Minho laughs fondly “Yes, jagi. Now finish your food that I cooked for you.”
“It’s only ramyun, hyung-ah.” He pouts.
“And you loove it. Cmon, eat up baby.”
Jisung just huffs and rolls his eyes as he continues to shovel food in his mouth.
The more Minho thinks about his proposal, the more he can’t fight to picture it. Jisung splayed out, whining, begging for Minho to touch him. He wouldn’t, though. He would just watch as the hot wax hardens on his chest. He would probably put his hands around his neck, just enough pressure to make Jisung feel a tad dizzy from arousal. Fuck he needs to do this immediately.
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At some point—probably only an hour after their conversation—Minho had ordered many scented candles that he checked were safe for skin. He even asked Jisung for scent ideas and he just said ‘Vanilla. Cause it smells like you’ with an almost innocent smile on his face. That almost made Minho absolutely lose his shit.
Only after a long week passed, the items were finally here and Jisung rushed to rip open the box that unraveled 4 crème-coloured candles. He was quick to stick his nose in the glass and sniff them, a delighted smile following after.
“Wow hyung, these actually smell so great. Thank you!” Jisung extends his arms to wrap around Minho’s neck, pulling him into a hug as Minho follows suit, hands steadying on his waist. He presses the pads of his fingers slightly into Jisung’s delicate waist, making the younger’s breath hitch.
“You ready to do it now, baby?” Minho asks, face buried in Jisung’s hair.
“So eager, hyung. Yes please. Ready.” Jisung almost whines. God, this boy is going to be the death of him.
The pair break the hug to look at each other for a moment, then almost immediately break the distance between them, kissing eagerly. Jisung parts his lips slightly to let the elder’s tongue slip through. It's all so vulgar, the noises they make and the amount of spit being shared between them. It’s driving Minho—and evidently Jisung, too—absolutely fucking crazy.
Minho removes his mouth from Jisung’s with a wet smack and moves to trail open, wet kisses down his throat. Jisung bares his neck to give Minho access, and as a response, the elder bites the space between his neck and shoulder hard. He knows it’s something Jisung likes. He knows the boy likes him to throw him around a little, a slap on the ass here and there, fingers wrapped around his throat slightly and how Minho leaves marks where nobody but him are allowed to see. He loves the possessiveness it shows, the fact that they both know that Jisung belongs to Minho and no one else.
Jisung looks up at the boy’s wide, almost prey-like eyes. “Let’s go to your room, hyung-ah. Bring the candles,” he says almost breathlessly.
He goes in first, Minho following in after taking the four vanilla-scented candles and a lighter in his hands. The sight before him, though, stops him in his tracks.
Jisung is fully naked and splayed out on the sheets, smooth honey-like skin glowing in the evening light. His hair is messy and his lips are kiss-swollen. His hard cock is leaning against his stomach, pink and leaking. It’s a breathtaking sight. Jisung is the prettiest boy Minho has ever seen., He’s perfection to him.
“Jisungie…” Minho breathes.
Jisung doesn’t say anything, only cocks his head sideways in an almost innocent look. Though, Minho out of anyone would know it’s not. His eyes. His eyes are wet and wide, pupils blown out and pretty eyelashes framing them.
Minho decides to finally keep walking into the room to then settle to sit on the side of the bed, next to where Jisung is laying. He then traces Jisung’s chest ever so lightly with his finger tips, a light and gentle touch. Though, it never fails to get a reaction out of Jisung. The younger is sensitive, the lightest of touches make him shiver with arousal.
Minho then moves in between Jisung’s legs, almost towering over him as he bends to trail kisses from under his ear down to his cock. Featherlight but wet kisses make Jisung whine, complaining that he’s teasing (though he always is).
“My Jisungie. My perfect Jisungie.” Minho whispers praises like prayers to Jisung between kisses. In response, Jisung arches his back off the bed as he leaks more precum to pool onto his stomach.
“You’re so perfect. I can’t believe I get to have this all to myself, baby.” Minho continues to touch and kiss jisung. His muscly arms, his perfect tattooed chest, his small dainty waist, his toned thighs, his slim neck. Anywhere but his cock.
“Hyung.” Jisung breathes, visibly getting more and more desperate at the neglect of his cock.
“You want it now, baby?” Minho asks, reaching for one of the candles and the lighter that are settled on the nightstand.
Jisung nods, fast and desperate with a pleading look.
Minho wastes no time, lighting the candle carefully and watching the flame shine. He’s not worried about Jisung, as he knows he can take pain quite well and is known for almost always asking to be slapped around by Minho. Plus they have their safe word; ‘pudding’ they decided on. It's silly and borderline cute but it works for the both of them.
He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, though., He only knows he’s supposed to pour hot wax over Jisung, and let that do its thing. Before he does so, he gives him a reassuring look and a quick peck before he starts to pour the melted, hot wax over Jisung’s bare body.
He starts with the stomach, the muscle twitching immediately as the wax hits the skin. Jisung whines loud. Like extremely loud. Like louder than Minho thinks someone should while they have hot liquid getting poured on them. Though he can’t complain, considering how beautiful Jisung sounds, gasping and whimpering at the hot touch.
Minho can feel his sweats becoming tight on him, his erection growing and obvious.But he can only focus on Jisung. Jisung’s beautiful fucking mouth drooping open as the white liquid drips onto him.
“Aanghh. Hyung please.” Jisung says, all high pitched.
“Please what, baby?” Minho coos.
“Please touch me. Please hyung, I've been so good. I haven’t touched myself this whole time please just touch me.” He babbles. Minho immediately goes to wrap his hand round Jisung’s length, in response getting a gasp that could border on being a moan.
With one stroke, he pours the wax. With the next stroke, he pours more wax, moving up to Jisung’s chest this time. He continues this until Jisung is a moaning and sweating mess, until no more words come out but babble. Jisung loves it, the sensitivity of it. He loves the feeling of the burning hot liquid hardening on his skin.
His legs are twitching, his toes are curling and his breath is shortening. There’s hardened white-coloured wax all over his bare chest and abs. He’ll definitely be doing this again. And the sight before Minho, God, it is divine. He pours more and more wax, rubbing soothing circles into Jisung’s hips. The younger just bucks his hips and moans loud.
Minho then realises his own erection has been neglected, and so he puts the candle out and pulls out his cock, hard and leaking. He strokes himself quickly, sighing at the relief while looking directly at Jisung, eyes scanning his body and face. When Jisung locks eyes with him, he has to stop himself from fully cumming on the spot. He thumbs at his slit, his most sensitive area, his breath hitching.
“Haah. Close, hyung. So close.” Jisung warns. His back is arched, his bangs are sticking to his forehead and his cock is red and leaking.
“Fuck, baby. Come for me, Sung-ah.” Minho breathes as he strokes both his and Jisung’s cock, his climax arising.
Jisung cums first, a high pitched whine filling the quiet room. His eyes roll back and his jaw drops open. He bucks his hips and his knees buckle from the pleasure.
Minho follows not long after him, a few strokes and the sight in front of him making him cum almost instantly, dripping onto Jisung. He swears he’s never cum this hard in his life and his vision almost goes black. They both ride out their highs, and Minho drops over Jisung from exhaustion.
“Minho-hyung, I think that was the best orgasm i’ve ever had.” Jisung breathes after he snaps out of his daze.
Minho just hums and nuzzles into Jisung’s neck.
“Ew. Go shower. Your hands have cum all over them.” Jisung laughs, though Minho refuses to move.