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Jisung groans, pressing his fingers against his throbbing temples as his head pounds in protest and he squints bleary-eyed at his ceiling. He can’t remember how he got home last night. He remembers going out drinking with Felix; he thinks he remembers seeing Felix dancing against a guy named Chris? Or maybe he was called Chan? But what happened afterwards is one big blur.
He obviously drank way too much, especially as all it takes to get him tipsy is one beer. But he was having fun. Maybe a bit too much fun if his head and protesting stomach are telling him.
He reaches out towards his bedside table, patting around until he grabs his phone to check the time. As soon as he looks at his screen he freezes; his notifications are flooded by texts from Minho.
Shit! What had he done last night?
He went to his and Minho’s message thread, and his stomach twists violently, bile rising in his throat as he scrambles to sit upright. He scrolls up through their messages, staring in horror as, between his messages of incomprehensible gibberish he told his best friend about his feelings for him. And as if it couldn’t get worse, he had somehow managed to give detailed descriptions of his fantasies about the other man.
Jisung groaned and buried his face into his pillows. Hopefully, he’ll run out of air and suffocate. That would be much better than having to face Minho after having confessed he dreams about getting his face fucked by him.
Just as he was considering drowning himself in the bath, Jisung heard the buzz of his phone. Someone had sent him a message, and he has an awful feeling he knows who it is.
Jisung sits up slowly, the room tilting slightly before it settles. His phone is still clutched in his hand, Minho's message still open on the screen. Jisung scrolls back up through the conversation again, rereading his own words in horror. The worst part isn't just what he said — it's the details. The specific things he'd fantasised about. The admission that he had feelings for Minho.
Jisung's fingers shake as he sets the phone down on the nightstand. His mouth is dry, his tongue thick. He needs water, but the thought of getting up makes his head spin. He's never been so mortified in his life. And Minho — fuck, Minho knew. He read every filthy word. Jisung groans again, dragging both hands down his face. Why did he have to get so drunk? Why did he have to send that to Minho of all people? Again, and again and again. More messages from Minho.
He watches as more and more messages roll in. Normally, seeing the name on his screen would make him feel giddy, but all he feels now is a sense of dread. He took a deep breath before picking up his phone to see what Minho had said last night. He had been too horrified looking at his own to even glance at Minho’s replies.
11:48 pm
How drunk are you rn
12:02 am
are you ok?
12:09 am
Felix told me he dropped you off at home
12:11 am
please lmk you’re ok…
12:21 am
i’m gonna assume you’re asleep. i’ll check in with you tomorrow.
11:29 am
I know you were drunk but we need to talk about last night
11:35 am
I can see you’re online, answer me
11:37 am
Just tell me if you’re okay
Each word feels like a physical blow. He wants to throw up. He wants to run away. His heart slams against his chest, the ache in his head intensifying. He can just imagine the look on Minho’s face when he received his message — the shock, confusion. His face burns with humiliation. But worse than that is picturing a look of disgust on Minho’s face, it makes him want to claw at his chest to rip out his heart from behind his ribs just to stop the pain.
Then Jisung looks at the most recent messages. His breath catches in his throat and his hands shake as he reads over the final message.
11:42 am
Jisung if you don’t reply within the next 5 minutes I’m coming to your place
His eyes shoot up to see what time it is. 11:46 am.
Jisung exhales sharply, his breath coming too fast. He knows he can’t ignore this. He can’t have Minho in his apartment. Not after last night. Not after confessing that he’s been dreaming about sucking his dick. Not after he told Minho he wanted him to fuck his face and pull his hair.
His fingers move of their own accord.
11:46 am
…
I’m alive
Unfortunately
Jisung’s phone buzzes almost immediately.
11:47 am
Come over
Minho’s reply is short. Direct. Not an invitation but an order. Jisung’s stomach drops, his fingers clutch at his phone, knuckles whitening as he tries to steady his breathing. He can’t tell if Minho is mad at him.
His hands shake as he types out his response.
11:48 am
Now?
The typing dots appear instantly.
11:48 am
Yeah. Now.
Minho's reply is immediate, no hesitation. Jisung swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He looks around his apartment, as if the walls might offer some kind of guidance. The thought of facing Minho so soon makes his stomach twist with nerves. But the alternative — dragging this out with texts and phone calls — is worse.
Jisung sighs shakily. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, wincing as the movement sends a fresh wave of nausea through him. The hangover is brutal, but the anxiety is worse. Jisung moves mechanically, pulling on an oversized hoodie that he thinks might belong to Minho, his most comfortable pair of jeans and running his hands through his messy hair. His reflection in the mirror shows dark circles under his eyes, his skin still pale from last night. He doesn't look good. He doesn't feel good. But none of that matters compared to the fact that Minho is waiting for him right now
He grabs a quick glass of water from the kitchen before slipping on his shoes and heading out the door.
The short walk to Minho’s feels endless, every second stretching taut with uncertainty. His heart pounds against his ribs, sweat already beading at the back of his neck despite the cool morning air.
Each step amplifies the pounding in his head, but it's nothing compared to the pounding in his chest. By the time he's outside Minho's door, his hands are slick with nervous sweat. For the first time he’s cursing at how close they live to each other. He hesitates at the door, before taking a deep breath, and he lifts a first to knock quietly.
Part of him is hoping Minho didn’t hear him, that he would have time to leave and then hide away forever. But that hope dies when the door unlocks with a soft click and was opened instantly, like Minho had been standing at the door just waiting for him to arrive.
Jisung swallows hard when he looks at Minho’s blank face. He thought seeing disgust on his face would be bad, but this? Not knowing what Minho is thinking after spending years boasting about always being able to read him, it’s unnerving.
He walks inside and looks around the room in an attempt to distract himself from Minho. The space is brightly lit, the morning sun shining through the drawn curtains. He notices that it looks like Minho has locked his cat away for this confrontation.
Eventually, Jisung has no choice but to look at Minho. Sitting on the couch, legs spread comfortably, Minho watches him with his unreadable expression. His gaze is too calm for Jisung’s liking.
“Took you long enough to reply,” Minho says, voice even as it cuts through the silence.
Jisung’s fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie sleeves, holding onto it like a lifeline. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, where to look, or even how to stand. He’s never felt this uncomfortable in his skin with Minho. Being around him has always been as easy as breathing and now he’s ruined it.
Jisung just stands there awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands. His eyes dart around the room, looking at anything other than Minho. The silence feels suffocating, hanging heavy in the air between them. His head still throbs, a dull, constant ache that makes it hard to think clearly.
“So are we going to talk about the messages or are you just going to stand around avoiding eye contact?” Minho says, his voice sharp and clear.
“I…” Jisung’s voice cracks on the single syllable. He licks his dry lips, desperately trying to find the words that would make everything be okay. “What do you want to know?”
“So obviously you were thinking about me. And I know what you were thinking about thanks to your lovely descriptions. What I want to know is how long and how often.”
Jisung’s gaze snaps to him. He feels the colour drain from his face as he realises that Minho already knows the answer.
“Hmm, cat got your tongue?” Minho raises an eyebrow, leaning back into the cushions, stretching his arms along the back of the couch. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin.
“I think- I think about you a lot,” Jisung confesses, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggles to pull his eyes away from the exposed skin.
“Why are you so nervous, jagi?” Minho questions, cocking his head to the side, “it’s not news that you want me, I’ve always known, but this is the first time you’ve been so brazen about it.”
Jisung can’t stand the way Minho is talking, his tone is so conversational, like they were discussing the weather instead of the fact that Jisung had accidentally described in vivid detail about what he wanted Minho to do to him. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, he wants to run, move to a new country where he doesn’t speak the language and change his name. Peter would make a good name. He would make a good Peter. But he can’t bring himself to move. He wants to hide his face, but he forces himself to keep his gaze downcast. He wants to beg for forgiveness, but the words stick in his throat. All he can do is shift his weight from foot to foot, his fingers fidgeting with the loose thread on the hoodie sleeve.
Jisung takes a deep breath and finally makes eye contact.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Jisung has to pause, his voice trembling, “I understand if you’re disgusted by me.”
Minho tilts his head slightly, watching him with dark eyes.
“Disgusted?” he echoes, voice laced with something unreadable. He sits forward, leaning his arms against his thighs. "Fuck, you think I'd be sitting here if I was disgusted?”
Jisung’s breathing hitches. He swallows hard, his throat dry and aching. He can’t meet Minho’s gaze as he shrugs uncomfortably.
“Why would you think that?” Minho furrows his eyebrows, looking like what Jisung said was bewildering and not a completely logical thought to have.
"Then what are you thinking?" he asks, finally lifting his gaze to meet Minho's. Minho's eyes darken at the question, his face shifting into something unreadable.
"I'm thinking," Minho says in a low murmur, "that I've wanted this for a long time."
"You—" Jisung's voice cracks. He swallows hard, trying again. "You never said anything."
"What was I supposed to say?" Minho murmurs. "You've been my best friend for years, I didn't want to fuck that up."
Jisung's lips part slightly at the admission, his entire body thrumming with scarcely contained tension. The words slam into Jisung like a physical blow, knocking the air from his lungs. He hadn't expected Minho to say that, hadn't dared to imagine it might be true.
“If you thought I was disgusted, why did you come over?”
Jisung’s entire body tenses, heat creeping up his neck and into his face. He doesn’t want to admit it but there was a small voice in the back of his head whispering to him, asking questions like ‘what if Minho had liked the messages’.
“I just… I needed to see if you were mad at me. I was drunk and did something stupid.”
Minho’s lips quirk into something that isn’t quite a smile. Jisung feels tiny underneath his gaze.
“Mad? No.” He reaches out, catching Jisung by the wrist gently, rubbing a thumb across his racing pulse point. “You were drunk, yes. And you know what? That’s the only reason I didn’t run to your apartment to fulfil your nasty little fantasies.”
Jisung can’t stop the gasp that escapes him when the gentle hold on his wrist suddenly turns tight, and Minho tugs at him. His body moves forward almost involuntarily. The space between them shrinks, and he’s so close Jisung can feel his breath ghost across his face, warm and smelling faintly of mint toothpaste. He can see the way Minho’s pupils have dilated slightly, and can feel the way his breathing has deepened just a fraction.
Minho’s grip on his wrist loosens once more, but the heat left behind feels like it’s branded into his skin. His thumb goes back to brushing over his wrist, but this time there’s more pressure behind the gesture. Not enough to bruise, just enough to make his skin prickle with awareness.
Jisung swallows hard, his eyes darting around Minho’s face. His gaze lingers on his lips, clenching his fists, trying his best to stop himself from leaning forward. Minho stands up from the couch, the little bit of distance between them now nonexistent. The look in his eyes is unreadable, and something about it has him backing away from the other man slowly. Minho’s smirk doesn’t waver, but his eyes are wild as he matches Jisung step for step.
Jisung’s breath hitches when he feels his back make contact with the wall, and Minho is standing so close to him that he can feel the heat emanating from the other man’s body.
“Come now, don’t be nervous,” Minho murmurs, reaching up to gently brush a piece of hair behind Jisung’s ear. “You sent me all those messages last night. You don’t get to be shy now.”
The words hang in the air between them, heavy with unsaid words. Jisung freezes, trapped between the wall and Minho’s solid frame. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as he struggles to form a response.
“Minho,” he chokes out, a hint of a whine curling at the edges of his words. “I told you I didn’t mean to send that, I was drunk and didn’t realise I sent it to you till this morning, of course I wasn’t nervous.”
Minho’s smirk softens just a fraction, but his eyes remain intense as he gazes down at Jisung. He doesn’t know how he does it since there isn’t much of a height difference between the two of them, but Minho has a way of existing that always makes Jisung feel so much smaller than him.
“Drunk or not, you still sent them. And now here we are.” He trails his fingers down Jisung’s cheek, the touch delicate yet somehow possessive. Jisung’s skin burns where Minho’s fingers pass, his body responding without his consent. He can feel his heart pounding, so loud he’s half convinced Minho can hear it, and his breathing quickens.
“Tell me Jisung-ah,” Minho says, his words a low purr that rumbles through his chest. “Did you mean all those things you wrote? Or was that just the alcohol too hmm?” His fingers tangle in Jisung’s hair, not quite pulling but definitely holding him in place.
Jisung swallows hard, his mouth opened and closing like a fish out of water as he struggles to find something to say. Minho’s thumb brushes along Jisung’s lower lip. The touch is light, almost reverent, as if Minho is savoring the moment, before pressing down just slightly as he watches Jisung struggle. Jisung’s breath shudders out of him, hot and unsteady against Minho’s skin. The pad of Minho’s thumb is rough from calluses from boxing, and the sensation sends shivers down his spine.
“I-“ Jisung’s voice cracks. He takes a deep breath before trying again. “I meant it.”
Minho hums in approval, the sound vibrating through his chest where it presses against Jisung’s. His other hand slides down to grip Jisung’s hip, pulling him flush against the other man’s body. Jisung gasps as he feels every inch of Minho against him - the hard planes of his torso. Minho’s smirk deepens as he observes the effect he’s having.
“Good,” Minho says, satisfaction lacing each word, “because I’ve been thinking about those messages all night.”
Jisung’s breath comes in short gasps now, his body taut with conflicting impulses - to run away before he somehow embarrasses himself, or to lean in and beg for more.
“You’ve been thinking about me like this?” Jisung whispers, his words breaking halfway through the sentence.
Minho’s smirk deepens into something dangerous.
“Oh I’ve been thinking about this, wanting you more than you know, Jisung-ah,” whispers Minho, his lips hovering just millimetres from Jisung’s, his warm breath dancing across the younger man’s face. Jisung goes to lean in, to close the distance between them when Minho’s grip in his hair tightens and he pulls away with a taunting smirk. Jisung can feel his heart drop to his stomach, his brain already catastrophising, like shit what if it was a joke.
“You were always cute when you were nervous,” Minho murmurs, his hand tightening slightly on Jisung’s hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. He hopes he can see bruises there later. “But I have to say… this is the first time you've been nervous like this around me.”
Jisung’s face flushes hotter, his eyes darting away before locking back on Minho’s face. His hands flutter at his sides before settling on Minho’s shoulders, uncertain whether he wants to push him away or pull him closer.
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” he admits in a whisper.
Minho tightens his grip around Jisung’s hair, tilting his head back. Jisung gasps, his body immediately responding to the possessive hold. His fingers dig into Minho’s side instinctively. Minho’s expression holds no mercy, his eyes alight with amusement at Jisung’s flustered state. Jisung looks down at where he’s holding the other, unable to keep meeting Minho’s gaze.
“Look at me Jisung-ah,” Minho coos, tightening his grip on Jisung’s hair and trails his free hand up Jisung’s side to rest on his waist, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Jisung’s breath falters, his face flushing a deep pink, unable to say a word.
“All night I’ve not been able to stop thinking about your messages. I was reading them over and over.” Minho leans in his voice a near whisper, dragging his lips up his neck before reaching his ear and biting down on his lobe, Minho’s breath hot against Jisung’s ear. “But I want to hear it from you. Tell me what you want Jagiya.”
Jisung’s throat bobs as he swallows hard, his breath coming in shallow, quick bursts. Minho uses his grip on his hair to pull him forward until his forehead nearly brushes Minho’s. The older’s lips curl into that familiar smirk, the one that never fails to make Jisung’s stomach flip and leave him breathless, but now there’s something else in his expression — something primal, more intense. Something Jisung could quickly become addicted to seeing.
“I…” Jisung’s voice is soft, almost inaudible. He licks his lips nervously, Minho’s gaze following the motion with obvious interest. The room feels too small, too hot, and Jisung’s heart is hammering so wildly against his ribs it feels like it’s going to jump out of his chest and into Minho’s hands.
“You can do it Sungie, just say what you want,” Minho coos condescendingly, loosening his grip on his hair to run his fingers through the tresses gently.
“I-I want you…” Jisung trails off, before taking a deep breath and steeling himself, he can do this. “I wa- I want you to fuck my face.”
Minho’s smirk falters just for a fraction of a second like he wasn’t actually expecting Jisung to say it out loud, before it twists into something more primal, more dangerous. His eyes flash with an intense hunger as they lock onto Jisung’s lips, then flick back up to meet his gaze.
“Louder,” Minho growls, his grip in Jisung’s hair tightening enough to make the younger gasp. His other hand grip turns bruising, fingers digging into the soft flesh through his hoodie.
Jisung whimpers at the painful pleasure of Minho's grip on his hair, one of his hands dropping from Minho’s shoulder, his fingers curling weakly against the wall behind him. His face burns with humiliation and arousal as he meets Minho’s hungry gaze.
“I want you to fuck my face,” he repeats, the words breaking slightly on the last word. “I want- I want you to use me.” His chest heaves as he speaks, his pupils blown wide with need.
Minho’s nostrils flare at Jisung’s admission, his smirk stretching into something animalistic before pressing their lips together.
The kiss is slow at first, a testing press of lips, but Minho doesn't wait for Jisung to respond — he deepens it immediately, his tongue sliding past Jisung's lips in a way that makes Jisung's knees weaken. His free hand comes up to grip Jisung's hip, pulling him flush against the solid planes of his body. Jisung's hands fly up instinctively, one gripping Minho's shirt for balance while the other lands tentatively on his chest. The kiss is all-consuming, Minho's mouth moving against his with practiced confidence, tasting and claiming. Jisung makes a small, needy sound in the back of his throat, his fingers curling against the fabric of Minho's shirt.
Minho’s free hand leaves Jisung’s waist to roam greedily over Jisung’s body, squeezing his ass before moving to yank his hoodie up roughly, exploring the smooth skin of his abdomen to the cool air. Jisung can’t help but shiver as the older man’s hand runs down the side of his ribs, caressing the tattoo there.
“You really want me to fuck your mouth, huh?” Minho murmurs against Jisung’s mouth, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw out a whimper and make his cock twitch traitorously in his jeans.
Jisung’s hands fly up to clutch at Minho’s biceps, his nails digging in slightly as Minho leaves his lips to nip and suck at his neck. His entire body trembles, a high pitched whine escaping his throat when Minho’s teeth graze the sensitive skin where his neck meets his shoulder before biting down. The pain-pleasure sends a sharp thrill through his body, making his cock throb insistently in his pants. He hopes that it leaves a mark, so he can see it in the mirror, so he can press down on it to feel it throbbing. So he has proof that Minho wanted him, evidence that this isn’t just a dream.
Minho leaves one last bite on his neck before he crashes his lips back against Jisung’s. Minho’s hands slide down to grip the younger man by the hips, pulling him flush against his body. Jisung gasps into the kiss as he feels Minho’s own growing hardness pressing against his hip. He whimpers, a small, helpless sound he can’t quite hold back. Jisung grinds his hard dick against Minho’s thigh, whining as the other tenses his thigh against his throbbing cock. The tight grasp on his waist forces him against it even harder. The friction sends shocks of heat through his entire back, bringing him closer to the edge with each roll of his hips.
“You’re so perfect,” Minho growls against Jisung’s lips, his hands moving to frame his face again. Minho’s thumbs stroke Jisung’s flushed cheeks as he pulls back to admire his face. Jisung’s face burns hotter at Minho’s words, at the way Minho’s looking down at him — like he wants to devour him.
Oh god, he can’t believe he’s going to cum just from a little grinding. But it feels too good for him to even care about how embarrassing that is right now. Jisung worries his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets Minho manoeuvre him however he wants.
Minho pulls back his eyes dark, and his smirk mocking as his eyes roam across Jisung’s face, lingering on his lips. His hand slides up Jisung’s body, pausing as they brush across his chest before coming to rest on his neck, holding there firmly. Jisung’s eyes open slowly, his breath coming out in short, rapid gasps.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” Minho’s words are thick with lust, his breath hot against Jisung’s face. Jisung’s eyes shoot open, wide as Minho’s thumb traces his swollen lower lip, a gentle caress that contradicts the predatory look in his eye as he rubs the spit that lingers there. “I’ve been dreaming about this. Been wanting this for so long.”
“How long have you been wanting this? Been wanting me?” Jisung murmurs, his voice breathy and uncertain.
He’s still struggling to believe he’s not still at home in bed and this isn’t a very vivid dream. It wouldn’t be the first time he dreamed about Minho. He’s been doing so since he first met the other man, waking up with his cock throbbing and feeling so shameful as his hands would slip under the waistband of his underwear to grasp himself. He’s always been drawn to Minho, the easy confidence he has in himself, his ability to not give a fuck about how anyone sees him. So different from Jisung, who is perpetually unsure of himself all day, every day. But no matter the differences between them, Jisung has never grown so comfortable being himself around another person before. Minho accepts who he is and is his weird self in return.
“From the moment I first met you,” Minho says, finally dragging his gaze away from Jisung’s lips to look him in the eyes, “you’ve been driving me fucking crazy.”
Jisung has never even dared to dream of this, this impossible confession of Minho wanting him for as long as Jisung has wanted him. He’s so caught in the thought of Minho wanting him for that long he doesn’t even register Minho’s free hand as it slides down Jisung’s stomach, until his fingers tracing the outline of Jisung’s cock through the fabric of his jeans. Jisung whines, his hips jerking forward into Minho’s touch.
“Fuck you’re so cute like this,” Minho purrs, giving Jisung’s cock a firm squeeze through his pants. “I could ruin you right here against the wall and you’d just beg for more, wouldn’t you?”
Jisung’s entire body shudders at the words, his cock twitching desperately in Minho’s grasp.
“Y-yes, hyung.”
“I knew you’d be such a good boy for me.” Minho says, sliding his hand back up Jisung’s body, pausing to flick at his nipple, smirking as he flinches away from his fingers before resting his thumb back against Jisung’s swollen bottom lip. “Now open for me.”
Jisung’s lips part instinctively, something in Minho’s voice making him unable to resist. It was clear that this wasn’t a request – it was a command. The words drifted through the air like a silk thread, smooth and irresistible, embedding themselves into Jisung’s mind.
Minho’s eyes bore into him with an almost palpable intensity, smouldering with hunger. His eyes linger on Jisung’s face, his gaze intense, and hungry as he drinks in Jisung’s expression, roving over his features with a possessive, almost predatory interest, as if savouring the moment. The air between them thickened with anticipation.
“Good boy,” he purrs, approval evident in his words.
He gently slips his thumb into Jisung’s parted lips. Jisung instinctively begins to suck, his eyes fluttering shut as sensations wash over him, swirling his tongue around the thumb. The thick, calloused pad presses against his tongue, the rough texture teasing and brushing against his senses. Jisung opens his eyes to look up at Minho, silently pleading for more. He can hear as Minho’s breath catches quietly, a low, muffled groan escaping as his grip tightens in Jisung’s hair, his thumb pumping in and out of his mouth slowly, deliberately.
“Mmm… you look so pretty like this.” Minho raises his other hand to cup Jisung’s jaw, brushing over his cheek as he holds his head steady. Minho withdraws his thumb with an obscene pop, smearing Jisung’s spit around his lips. “Open wider for me.”
Jisung obeys immediately, his lips parting further as Minho replaces his thumb with two of his fingers in deeper. His nose flares as he breathes deeply through his nose, focusing on the rhythmic suck motions. Minho’s eyes narrow slightly as he watches Jisung happily accept everything given to him, his own breathing growing heavier. He watches as his fingers disappear into the younger’s mouth, sliding his hand down to rest possessively against Jisung’s throat.
“That’s it,” he encourages in a soft, silky voice. “Just like that.” His fingers press in further, brushing against the back of Jisung’s throat and making him gag slightly. Jisung’s eyes water as he struggles to suppress his gag reflex, tears spilling down his flushed face. The younger’s hands clutch at Minho’s wrists, his nails leaving half-moon indentations in the others skin as he fights to stay still and take what’s given. He will always gladly take whatever Minho gives.
“Ohhh jagi…” Minho coos softly, “how are you going to take my cock when you can’t even handle my fingers?”
Jisung pulls back just enough to gasp in a ragged breath, his swollen lips glistening. Tears still cling to his lashes as he blinks up at Minho, his throat working around the phantom feeling of Minho’s fingers.
“I can take it, hyung.” Jisung rasps, his voice shaky, “I promise. Hyung will help me take it, won’t you?”
Minho’s lips curl into that dangerous smirk again as he brings his hand back up to Jisung’s hair, weaving his fingers through the strands before gripping tightly, forcing Jisung to tilt his head back.
“You’ll take my cock like the greedy little thing you are,” Minho murmurs, leaning down until his lips nearly brush Jisung’s ear. His free hand moves to the waist band of Jisung’s jeans, fingers making quick work of the button and zipper. “I think you’ll beg for more even as you choke on me.”
Jisung’s breathing falters as Minho’s hand slides beneath the fabric, his fingers wrapping around Jisung’s leaking cock with deliberate slowness.
“Already so hard for me,” Minho teases, giving Jisung’s erection a slow, teasing stroke that makes his hips jerk involuntarily. The younger’s fingers scramble against the wall behind him as he’s stroked with lazy precision, Minho’s thumb smearing precum over the head of Jisung’s cock. Jisung’s lips part in a silent moan, his hips twitching into Minho’s grip despite himself.
“Look at you,” Minho hums, his breath hot against Jisung’s neck. “Dripping all over my hand already. Bet you’ve been dripping since you walked into the apartment.” His hand slides back down to rest on Jisung’s neck, his grip tightening around his windpipe as he speeds up his strokes.
“W-wait, I-I want your cock first,” gasps Jisung desperately, already feeling close to the edge as his hips continue to stutter against Minho’s hand, “I need to taste you.”
Minho releases his grip on Jisung’s throat immediately, his smirk widening at the desperation Jisung is sure is etched across his being.
“Oh? So impatient.” Minho teases as he releases Jisung’s cock, chuckling under his breath at the whine the other lets out. “What are you waiting for? On your knees.”
Jisung sinks to the floor without hesitation, his hands immediately moving to the button of Minho’s jeans. His fingers tremble slightly as he undoes the button, before Minho moves his hands away to undo the zipper by himself. Jisung feels like he’s going insane as he watches the others hands pull down the zipper with agonising slowness. Minho’s cock strains against the fabric of his underwear, already hard and heavy with arousal.
Jisung’s breath catches in his throat as Minho hand slides underneath the waistband of his underwear to pump himself slowly, groaning low in his throat with his head tilted back. Jisung can’t help but whine, wanting to see the other, to touch, to taste. Minho looks down at Jisung with hooded eyes, his jaw dropped but a smirk still curling at the edges of his lips.
Minho removes his hand, and slowly, torturously pulls the waistband down and finally Jisung can see him, all of him. Jisung’s hands tremble as they hover over Minho’s thighs, the muscles taunt beneath his palms. His gaze tracks up the veiny length of Minho’s cock, the head flushed dark and already leaking. The musky scent makes Jisung’s mouth water.
Minho grips the base of his cock, guiding it towards Jisung’s mouth. His hips flex forward, the tip brushing against Jisung’s lips before he pulls back and watches in undisguised amusement as Jisung leans forward to follow.
His hand drops down to Jisung’s face to gently caress his cheek before moving towards his lips, his thumb smearing the pearly bead of precum across Jisung’s swollen lips, as though it was some kind of lipgloss and leaving behind a sticky trail.
“Open up baby,” Minho commands, his hand coming to rest on the back of Jisung’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. His grip is firm but not painful — yet. Jisung’s lips part obediently, his tongue darting out to wet them nervously. It grazes his tip and the taste of Minho floods his senses.
“Mmm, good,” Minho purrs, watching Jisung’s mouth intently.
Jisung’s eyes lift to meet Minho’s gaze as he feels the hand on the back of his head pulling him forward.
“That’s it.” Minho praises as he guides his cock towards Jisung’s mouth, the head nudges against Jisung's lips, leaving another smear of precum as it passes over them. Jisung instinctively opens wider, his tongue darting out to lick at the slit as Minho presses forward. “Take it slowly.”
Jisung moans softly around the intrusion, his eyes fluttering shut as the first inch of Minho’s tip stretches his lips, the heat and texture intoxicating. His tongue flicks out instinctively, moaning as he accepts a little more of Minho inside his mouth. His jaw is already aching from the girth, burning deliciously.
Minho’s hand on the back of his hand urges him forward gently, not forcing, just guiding as Jisung breathes through his nose and accepts more of the thick length.
"Fuck," Minho groans, his hips jerking slightly at the wet heat of Jisung's mouth. His fingers tighten in Jisung's hair as he sinks deeper, the head of his cock passing over Jisung's tongue. “You feel so good Jagi.”
Minho’s fingers tighten in Jisung’s hair as he pulls the younger’s head back just enough to meet his gaze. His pupils are blown wide with lust, his lips parted as he watches Jisung kneeling before him. Jisung’s mouth hangs open, lips swollen and glistening, his breath coming in shallow pants. A thin strand of spit connects his mouth to Minho’s cock.
“I’m going to be rough now, okay bug?” Minho warns, his words rough with need as he stares down at Jisung. His thumb brushes over Jisung's lower lip, smearing his spit before gripping his chin. "If you need me to stop, tap me three times on my thigh. Do you understand?"
Jisung nods as much as Minho's grip will allow, his throat working around the soreness caused by Minho's cock. His own cock twitches at the promise of rougher treatment, precum forming a small puddle on his stomach as he kneels before the older.
“I need words Jisung.”
“Tap your thigh three times if I need you to stop,” repeats Jisung, staring up at Minho with wide eyes before opening his mouth just waiting for the other to fill him again.
Minho's smirk widens at Jisung's eager expression, his grip shifting to cradle the back of Jisung's head as he pushes forward, back into the welcoming warmth of Jisung’s mouth.
Jisung's lips stretch obscenely around Minho's thick cock as the older man begins thrusting in earnest. The stretch burns deliciously, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as Minho's hips snap forward.
His nose brushes against the coarse hair at Minho's base with every thrust, his throat working around the intrusion. Minho groans, his free hand bracing against the wall as he increases his pace.
"Fuck, yes," he growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Jisung's hands clutch at Minho's thighs, his nails digging into the firm muscle as he bobs his head instinctively to meet each thrust.
Minho's cock twitches with every thrust, his breathing growing ragged as his pace becomes punishing. His eyes water as Minho's length hits the back of his throat, his tongue working desperately to pleasure the throbbing cock. Jisung’s hands clutch at Minho’s thighs, his nails digging into the firm muscle as he bobs his head to meet each thrust.
The older man's grip on Jisung's hair tightens, holding him still as he drives his cock in till the hilt, his hips grinding against Jisung's face. Jisung gags, his throat convulsing around the thick length, tears streaming down his face. Still he doesn’t try to pull away or tap out, instead he just closes his eyes and tries his best to relax his throat.
Minho groans, clenching his hand bracing against the wall as he increases his pace. He watches with rapt attention, his face twisted in pleasure as he feels Jisung's throat flutter around him.
"That's it, baby, just like that," Minho praises between gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming more shallow but no less forceful. “Take me deeper.”
A string of curses pours from Minho’s lips as Jisung’s throat convulses around him, his cock hitting the back of Jisung’s throat on every thrust. Jisung’s hands slide from Minho’s thighs to his ass, his fingers digging into the muscles as he's used exactly how he wanted, pulling him closer and encouraging him to be rougher. It’s everything he’d dreamed it would be and more.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” Minho praises, running his thumb over Jisung’s tear-streaked face. “Taking me so deep, such a good cock slut for me.”
Jisung’s eyes roll back slightly, the praise sending fresh waves of pleasure. He moans, wishing that this would never end. He would happily stay here forever if that’s what Minho wanted.
“You love this, don’t you?” Minho purrs, running his fingers through the others' hair. “Love being used by me.”
Jisung drags his eyes open and up to meet Minho’s, who is resting his forehead against the arm he has bracing himself against the wall. Jisung doesn’t even want to blink in fear of ruining the moment, being able to watch as Minho watches, transfixed as his cock disappears between Jisung’s lips.
Drool spills from the corners of his mouth, slicking his chin as Minho thrusts relentlessly. The wet sounds of Minho's cock sliding in and out of Jisung's throat mix with Jisung's choked groans and Minho's breathy moans flood the room, and Jisung has never heard anything more beautiful in his life.
Jisung’s grip on Minho’s ass tightens as he feels the older’s pace becoming more erratic, his hips stuttering with every thrust. Minho’s moans, high and breathy and Jisung doubles his effort, his tongue working against the underside of his cock desperate to make Minho cum.
Minho's cock pops free from Jisung's mouth with an obscene wet sound, thick strands of saliva connecting his glistening lips to the flushed tip. The younger gasps for air, his chest heaving as he stares up at Minho with glassy, hungry eyes. Minho's hand remains buried in Jisung's hair as he tilts the younger man's head back, forcing him to maintain eye contact.
“Maybe I should cum all over your pretty face,” Minho’s voice is breathy, his free hand stroking his leaking cock slowly. “Or maybe I could fuck it into your tight, little ass.”
Oh shit, he’s not religious in any way, but he’s halfway convinced he’s in heaven right now. Jisung whines, his body shaking with need as he nods frantically. He needs this to happen literally right this moment, or he’s going to die.
Minho’s breathing is ragged, his chest heaving as he gazes down at Jisung with hungry eyes. His thumb wipes at the moisture on Jisung's chin before gripping Jisung’s face between his fingers.
"God, you're perfect like this," he growls, his fingers still tangled in Jisung's hair. "So fucking beautiful."
Jisung just blinks, incredulous that the most perfect person he has ever met thinks he is beautiful. And Minho has never looked more perfect to Jisung than he does in the moment, his face flushed deeply, with colour rising high on his cheeks, ears and down to his neck. He wonders how far it has spread.
“Get up,” Minho orders, his voice so dark it sends a shiver down his spine.
Jisung scrambles to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks up at Minho with wide, lust-blown eyes. Jisung’s legs shake slightly as he stands, lips swollen, face flushed.
He feels like a complete mess, but Minho must like something about it since he crowds him against the wall again immediately, his body pressing against Jisung's as his hands roam across the younger man's body. One hand slips under Jisung's hoodie, fingers splaying across his stomach as he kisses him deeply, crushing their lips together in a brutal, possessive kiss. Minho moans into the kiss, tasting himself on Jisung's tongue. Jisung whines, his arms wrapping around Minho's shoulders as he melts into the contact.
Minho pulls back with a gasp, his chest heaving with exertion.
"Bedroom," he commands, stepping back from Jisung and pointing back towards his bedroom door.
Jisung nods quickly, his face still flushed and wet as he turns toward Minho's bedroom. The walk there feels endless, each step weighted with the promise of what's to come. His heart hammers so loudly he's sure Minho can hear it behind him. The door to Minho's room stands slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling into the hallway. Jisung pushes it open hesitantly, his breath catching as he takes in the scene.
Minho's bed is neatly made, the black sheets stark against the white headboard. A bottle of lube sits prominently on the nightstand, already open. The sight of the lube sends a shiver down Jisung's spine, anticipation and nerves warring within him. He steps inside the room, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft finality. Minho's presence fills the space, his cologne lingering in the air, a tangible reminder of the man himself.
As soon as the bedroom door closes behind them, Minho pushes the younger back into the middle of his bed. His lips capture Jisung's in another searing kiss, a needy sound escaping Jisung’s throat at the bruising pressure. Minho breaks the kiss to trail his lips down Jisung's neck, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. Jisung's fingers twist in the sheets beneath him, his body arching as Minho teases him mercilessly.
"Please," he breathes, not even sure what he's begging for. He just knows that he needs Minho to do something, anything.
Minho smirks against Jisung's skin, his free hand moving to spread Jisung's thighs wider.
"Please what, baby?"
“I need you, please.” Jisung whines, his face burning in humiliation as he hears the desperation in his voice.
“Since you asked so nicely, baby.”
Minho reaches for the bottom of Jisung’s hoodie and pulls it up and over his head, throwing it carelessly to the floor beside the bed.
Jisung freezes and fights against the urge to wrap his arms around himself when he sees Minho's eyes widen as his pierced nipples come into view, his gaze hungry as he takes in the sight of the silver barbells glinting in the low light of the bedroom.
"Fuck, Jisung," he breathes, his fingertips grazing the metal. "When did you get these done?" Jisung flushes, a shiver running through him at the touch.
"About a year ago," he admits, his voice coming out shaky. "D-do you like them?"
“Like them?” Minho asks mockingly, brushing his thumb across the piercing. The touch sends sparks of pleasure straight to his cock, making him squirm beneath Minho's gaze. Minho's lips curve into a wicked smirk as he leans down, his tongue darting out to flick against one of the sensitive nipples.
Jisung gasps sharply, his back arching off the bed as pleasure shoots through him. Minho hums softly, the sound vibrating against Jisung's skin as his tongue swirls around the pierced nipple before taking it into his mouth. The metal barbell clicks against his teeth as he sucks and nips at the sensitive bud. Jisung's back arches off the bed, a broken cry tearing from his throat.
Minho releases Jisung's nipple with a wet pop, his eyes glinting with promise as he gazes up at the younger man.
“I love them,” Minho murmurs against Jisung’s chest before he hums in satisfaction, alternating between licking and sucking Jisung's nipple.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his fingers ghosting over the damp metal. "You like having my mouth on you." Jisung whimpers, his hips rocking up involuntarily as if seeking friction. Minho's smirk widens at the telling movement.
"Patience." Minho coos before dragging his lips across Jisung’s chest, pausing to press a soft kiss against his tattoo. "So sensitive for me," he murmurs against Jisung's skin. His other hand moves to Jisung's other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Jisung's hips buck uncontrollably, his cock leaking steadily as Minho plays his body like a finely tuned instrument.
"Please," he begs again, the word cracking slightly. Minho finally releases Jisung's nipple with an obscene pop, trailing kisses up his chest and neck.
"Fuck, you're so fucking responsive." Minho groans, his breathing hot against Jisung's ear as he grinds his hardening cock against Jisung's thigh. "I bet I could make you come undone, screaming my name, playing with your gorgeous tits, with nothing but my tongue and these," he purrs, his thumbs circling the pierced nubs teasingly. Jisung's breath catches in his throat, his body tensing beneath Minho's touch.
The thought of Minho reducing him to a needy, pleading mess with nothing but his tongue and teeth sends a bolt of desire straight to his core. He bites his lip, stifling a whimper as Minho's fingers dance along his ribs, teasing the sensitive skin. Jisung's face flamed red at Minho's words, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Minho's lips curled into a smirk as he watched Jisung's reaction, his fingers still idly teasing and rolling the sensitive buds.
"What do you say, baby?" he murmured, his breath hot against Jisung's ear. "Want to put that theory to the test?" Jisung whimpered softly, his body already wound tight with need. Minho's words and touch had him on edge, his cock throbbing with every slight brush of Minho's fingers.
"I-" he began, swallowing hard. Minho cut him off with a sharp bite to his nipple.
“Maybe next time,” Minho hums, tilting his head as he runs over one of Jisung’s nipples, before leaning down to flick at it with the tip of his tongue.
Jisung's breath catches in his throat as Minho's teeth graze his chest. His body thrums with need, every nerve ending alight from Minho's touch.
"Next time?" he manages to ask, the words coming out in a husky whisper.
Minho's lips curve into that infuriatingly confident smirk as he moves to hover above Jisung, bracing his hands against the mattress on either side of his head.
"Oh yeah," he murmurs, rolling his hips so his hardening length brushes against Jisung's thigh. "This isn't just some one-time thing, baby. You’re mine now. For now, I think I want to taste every inch of you."
Minho's hands slide down Jisung's sides, teasing along the waistband of his jeans. With a wicked grin, he flicks open the button and slowly drags down the zipper, letting the denim part to reveal the straining bulge beneath. Jisung's breath hitches, his hips lifting involuntarily as if seeking more contact. He peels off Jisung's jeans and underwear in one swift motion, leaving him bare and exposed.
Jisung lies back on the bed, his chest heaving and face flushed as Minho drinks in the sight of him, naked and wanting. The air feels cool against his overheated skin, sending a shiver through him. Minho's gaze is intense, roving over every inch of Jisung's body like a physical caress. It's both thrilling and unnerving to be the sole focus of Minho's attention this way.
Jisung's breath catches in his throat as Minho's fingers trace the lettering on his chest. The touch was gentle yet possessive. His head then ducks down, his tongue following the path of his fingertips, sending shivers across Jisung’s skin. Jisung’s fingers tangle in Minho’s hair, holding him close as soft, needy sounds spill from his lips. The intimacy of the gesture, of Minho worshipping the ink adorning Jisung's body, is almost more than he can bear.
Minho's tongue continues its exploration, trailing lower to tease the valley between Jisung's pecs. His hands skim down the younger man's sides, fingertips dancing over the ridges of his abs and hips, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Jisung arches into the touch, his body pliant as he silently begs for more.
He trails kisses down Jisung's stomach, pausing now and then to press kisses and nips to seemingly random places. Minho's lips travel lower, kissing a path down Jisung's taut stomach, his tongue dipping into the indent of his navel. Jisung's fingers tighten in Minho's hair, tugging lightly as he feels the heat of Minho's breath ghosting over his most sensitive area. His cock throbs in anticipation, a bead of precum leaking from the tip.
Minho skips over his cock, instead kissing along his soft thighs, trailing his tongue teasingly close to Jisung's aching erection but never quite touching it. Jisung whimpers in frustration, his fingers tighten in Minho's hair, tugging lightly as his hips buck involuntarily as he seeks more contact. Minho chuckles against his skin, his hands gripping Jisung's thighs to hold him in place.
"Patience," he murmurs, his breath hot against Jisung's sensitive flesh.
Minho's teeth sink into the soft flesh of Jisung's inner thigh, not hard enough to break skin but with enough pressure to make the younger man gasp. The unexpected sting sends a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to Jisung's core, his cock twitching against his stomach. Minho's tongue soothes the spot, laving over the reddening mark as he gazes up at Jisung, a wicked glint sparkling in his eyes, as mischief dances across his features.
Minho's hands slide back up Jisung's thighs, his thumbs brushing teasingly close to his aching erection but never quite touching it. Jisung whimpers in frustration, his hips bucking involuntarily as he seeks more contact. Minho chuckles against his skin, his eyes gleaming with playfully as he grips the younger’s hips to stop him from moving.
"Such a needy little thing," he purrs, his voice low and full of promise. "Don't worry, baby."
Minho sits up, his eyes never leaving Jisung's flushed face as he begins to strip. He takes his time, peeling off his shirt to reveal the sculpted planes of his chest and soft stomach. Jisung drinks in the sight, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as Minho's hands move to his jeans.
Minho's hands move to his jeans, popping the button and dragging down the zipper with agonising slowness. The denim parts to reveal the prominent bulge beneath, and Jisung's breath hitches, his fingers tightening in the sheets. Minho smirks, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and shimmying the jeans down his hips in a slow, sensual striptease. Minho kicks off his jeans, leaving him in just a pair of tight black boxer briefs that do little to conceal his arousal. He crawls back up Jisung's body, his movements fluid and predatory, like a panther stalking its prey. He’s half tempted to run away just to see if Minho would chase him down.
Jisung's breath comes faster, his chest heaving as Minho looms over him, their faces inches apart.
"You're so beautiful like this," Minho murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
Minho hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, dragging them down his thick, muscled thighs with a slow, sensual motion. Jisung's eyes widen as Minho's length springs free, thick and hard and flushed a deep, dusky pink. A bead of precum glistens at the tip, and Jisung's mouth waters at the sight, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He wants him in his mouth again.
Minho settles himself between Jisung's legs, the weight and heat of his body pressing Jisung deeper into the mattress.
"Fuck," Jisung gasps, his hips jerking as Minho takes both their cocks in hand and works over their cocks. The contrast of Minho's thick length against his own is dizzying; the sheer size difference between them is making Jisung's head spin. He can feel the heat radiating off Minho's skin, the slight dampness of sweat as their bodies press together.
Minho's hand is firm and steady as he pumps their cocks, the slick slide of pre-cum easing the way. Jisung's head falls back against the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself in the overwhelming pleasure of it. Minho leans down to nip at Jisung's throat, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin and making the younger man shudder.
This has to be a dream, because it’s not possible for something to feel this good in real life. Or maybe he’s dead. This does feel like heaven. He’d happily spend the rest of eternity like this.
Minho's lips find Jisung's in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as he swallows the younger man's needy whimpers. He breaks away with a low growl, nipping at Jisung's bottom lip as he pulls back. His hand continues to work over their cocks, the tight grip making Jisung see stars.
"You like that, baby?" Minho purrs, his voice silky and sinful.
Jisung could only whimper in response, his body arching into Minho's touch as pleasure coursed through him. The slick slide of their cocks together, the heat of Minho's body pressing him into the mattress, the dirty words spilling from Minho's lips - it was all too much, and yet not enough. Jisung's fingers dug into Minho's shoulders, nails raking over the smooth skin as he clung to him, desperate for more.
Minho's hand continued to pump over their joined lengths, the slick slide of pre-cum making the motion obscenely wet. Jisung's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against the pillow as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. Minho's lips found his neck, teeth and tongue alternating to leave a trail of stinging kisses and soothing licks.
"Look at you," Minho murmured, his voice breathy and incredulous. “You look like a dream I never want to wake up from.”
Jisung's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Minho's voice rough with desire. He gazed up at the older man, taking in the flush on his cheeks and chest, the parted lips, the fevered gleam in his eyes.
Minho's hand sped up, stroking their joined lengths with quick, twisting motions. Jisung's hips jerked in time with the movements, his cock throbbing and leaking steadily. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his gut, the telltale tingle at the base of his spine signalling his impending release.
"Minho," he gasped, his voice strangled with need. "Fuck, I'm close."
Minho's hand suddenly stills, gripping the base of their cocks firmly and halting Jisung's impending orgasm. Jisung lets out a choked whimper, his hips bucking futilely against Minho's hold as he tries to chase his release.
"Ah ah ah," Minho tuts, his voice a low chuckle. "Not yet, baby. I'm not done with you yet."
Minho's eyes gleam with wicked promise as he admires Jisung's flushed, needy expression. He releases his grip, leaving Jisung's throbbing cock achingly hard and denied. Minho sits back on his heels, his own impressive erection jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls.
"What do you want, Jisung?" Minho purrs, his voice a low, sensual rumble. "Tell me what you need."
Jisung whimpers, his body trembling with the force of his denied orgasm. The throbbing ache in his cock is almost unbearable, the sensitive flesh pulsing with each frantic beat of his heart. He looks up at Minho with hooded eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust and desperation.
"I need..." Jisung starts, his voice breaking on a gasp. He swallows hard, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.
"I-I need you inside me," Jisung manages to gasp out, his voice trembling with need. The words hang heavy in the air between them, the admission raw and vulnerable.
Minho's eyes widen at Jisung's plea, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face. He leans down, his lips brushing against Jisung's ear as he murmurs, "Oh, I fully intend to be inside you, baby. But first..."
Minho's hand trails down Jisung's trembling body, fingers grazing over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Jisung shudders, his hips bucking involuntarily as Minho's touch comes close to his aching cock but doesn't quite reach it. Minho chuckles, quiet and dark, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on the younger man.
"First, I'm going to taste you."
Minho's words send a shiver down Jisung's spine, the promise in them making his cock throb with anticipation. He watches, transfixed, as Minho settles himself between Jisung's spread thighs, the heat of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.
Jisung's heart races in anticipation, his body trembling with need as Minho settles between his thighs. He braces himself, expecting the wet heat of Minho's mouth around his aching cock at any moment. But Minho surprises him, instead pressing a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses along the inside of Jisung's thigh, his tongue darting out to taste the sensitive skin.
The anticipation is killing Jisung. His cock throbs with need, the sensitive head flushed and leaking pre-cum. He wants nothing more than to feel Minho's mouth on him, to have that wicked tongue wrap around his aching length and suck him deep. But Minho seems intent on teasing him, taking his time as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along Jisung's inner thigh.
Jisung squirms beneath Minho's touch, his body taut with anticipation. The slow, sensual kisses along his inner thigh are both a blessing and a curse, the teasing caresses driving him wild with desire. He can feel the heat of Minho's breath ghosting over his cock, the anticipation building to a fever pitch. Just when he thinks he can't take the teasing any longer, Minho surprises him again.
Instead of taking Jisung's throbbing cock into his mouth, Minho's grip on his hip tightens, and the next thing he knows, his hips are being lifted from the bed and his legs are being thrown over the older’s shoulders. Minho presses a gentle kiss to the bite mark on his thigh before his wicked tongue delves lower, tracing the sensitive skin around Jisung's entrance. Jisung lets out a startled gasp, his back arching off the bed at the unexpected sensation. Minho chuckles against his skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Jisung's body.
"M-Minho!"
Minho's tongue continues to tease and probe at Jisung's entrance, the slick muscle tracing tantalising circles around the sensitive rim. Jisung writhes beneath him, his hands fisting in the sheets as he tries to ground himself against the overwhelming sensations. The combination of Minho's wicked tongue and
Jisung's body trembles with need, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tries to chase the delicious sensations. The slick muscle delves deeper, tracing the tight ring of muscle and sending jolts of pleasure shooting up Jisung's spine.
"P-please, Minho," Jisung whimpers, his voice breaking on a desperate moan.
It's so wet, Jisung can feel Minho drooling as he eats Jisung's hole, and it’s driving him to the brink of insanity.
Minho's tongue continues its relentless assault on Jisung's entrance, the slick muscle probing and teasing as it delves deeper. Drool trickles down the back of Jisung's thighs, a testament to Minho's enthusiasm. The obscene sounds of Minho's lips and tongue working over his most intimate area fill the room, mingling with Jisung's desperate whimpers and moans.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good, baby." Minho murmurs against Jisung's skin, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through Jisung's body. His tongue presses harder, breaching the tight ring of muscle with insistent pressure. Jisung gasps, his body tensing at the unfamiliar feeling before relaxing into the intrusion.
"F-fuck, Minho," Jisung moans, his fingers digging into the sheets as Minho's tongue pushes deeper. The stretch is intense but not painful, the slick muscle working his hole open with slow, deliberate strokes. Jisung's cock twitches pathetically against his stomach, so hard it aches, but Minho still hasn't touched it. The teasing is exquisite torture.
His hips jerk instinctively, trying to push back against the invading tongue even as his body tenses around it. Minho's hands grip Jisung's thighs, spreading them wider as he works his tongue deeper, fucking Jisung's hole with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Yeah, just like that," Minho murmurs against Jisung's skin, the vibrations sending fresh tremors through Jisung's body. Minho pulls back just slightly, his tongue now swirling around Jisung's rim in tight circles.
His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body quivering with the need to cum. But Minho clearly isn't done with him yet. One hand grips Jisung's hip, holding him in place as Minho continues his relentless assault on Jisung's hole.
"Look at you," Minho murmurs, his words thick with lust. "So fucking desperate for it." He punctuates his words with another long lick up Jisung's hole, his tongue pressing firmly against his entrance.
"Y-you're the one teasing me," Jisung accuses breathlessly, his hips bucking against Minho's face. Minho chuckles, the vibration sending another shock of pleasure through Jisung's body.
"Mmm, and you love it," Minho counters, speaking roughly. His tongue flicks over Jisung's entrance again, then pushes inside just a little further.
"I'm s-so close," he pants out, his hips bucking erratically as Minho's tongue continues its relentless assault on his sensitive hole. The slick muscle probes and teases, delving deep before swirling around the tight ring of muscle, sending jolts of pleasure shooting up Jisung's spine.
Minho's tongue stills inside him at his words. His hands tighten on Jisung's thighs, holding him open and vulnerable as he pulls back, his lips and chin glistening with saliva. Jisung whimpers at the loss, his body still thrumming with intense pleasure.
"I know you are," Minho murmurs, his breath hot against his oversensitive skin. He drags his tongue up Jisung's ass again, slower this time, savouring every twitch and shiver of his body. When he reaches the top, he nips lightly at his left cheek, his teeth scraping just hard enough to send a jolt through him. His hand slides up to grip his ass, kneading the flesh as he continues.
"Your ass is fucking perfect," Minho says, voice rough with need. "You can cum jagi, but just know I'm not done with you yet."
Jisung whimpers, his body trembling with need as he nods frantically. He needs the release so badly, his cock throbbing almost painfully where it rests against his stomach.
The sharp crack of Minho's hand against Jisung's ass reverberates through the room. Pain blossoms across his skin, quickly morphing into something hotter, more intense as the sting spreads. Jisung's body responds instantly, his cock twitching violently against his stomach as pleasure crests.
Jisung gasps as his hips jerk uncontrollably. The handprint burns on his skin, a brand marking him as Minho's. His fingers scramble at the sheets, finding no purchase as his body bows off the bed.
Minho coos condescendingly, one hand still gripping Jisung's ass while the other slides around to his front. His fingers wrap around Jisung's cock, giving it one slow, torturous stroke from base to tip.
"Come on, baby," Minho coaxes, his thumb swiping over the leaking head of Jisung's cock. "Let me feel you."
Jisung's entire body tenses, his thighs quivering as Minho's hand moves slowly up and down his shaft. The friction is exquisite, overwhelming after being so close for so long. His breathing comes in ragged gasps, his mind blank except for Minho's touch and the building pleasure in his gut.
"F-fuck, Minho," Jisung moans, his hips jerking into Minho's hand. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna-"
"Yeah, that's it," Minho encourages, his grip tightening slightly as he pumps faster. His other hand kneads Jisung's ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Cum for me jagi.”
Minho's grip tightens, his strokes becoming more purposeful as he feels Jisung's cock throb in his hand.
Jisung's back arches off the bed as his orgasm crashes over him. A strangled cry tears from his throat as he spills over Minho's fingers, his hips jerking uncontrollably. His body convulses beneath Minho's touch, every muscle taut with ecstasy. Tears gather at the corners of his eyes, sliding down his temples as he gasps for air.
"Fuck, Minho, fuck," Jisung sobs, his words cracking. "Thank you, thank you," Jisung chants between gasps, the words tumbling from his lips like a prayer.
His body trembles violently, muscles taut as a bowstring as Minho's hand works him toward release. Sweat beads on his forehead, his fingers twisting in the sheets as pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.
Minho doesn't stop. Even as Jisung's cock pulses in his grip, he keeps stroking, milking every last drop from him with ruthless efficiency. His free hand slides up Jisung's sweat-slicked skin, grabbing his waist and pressing him back down against the mattress as he rides out the aftershocks.
"Fuck, you look amazing when you come," Minho growls, his thumb circling the sensitive head of Jisung's cock, coaxing out the last twitches. Jisung whimpers, oversensitive now, but Minho shows no mercy, his touch unrelenting. "That was just the warm-up," he adds with a smirk, finally releasing Jisung's softening cock. He brings his hand to his lips, licking the tip of one of his fingers. "Mmm, even better than I imagined."
Minho leans down, his tongue drags a hot, wet stripe up Jisung's stomach, collecting the streaks of cum left there. He moves slowly, deliberately. Jisung watches as he closes his eyes and looks like he’s savouring the taste as Jisung shudders beneath him.. Once he's cleaned Jisung's chest and stomach, Minho hovers over him, a wicked gleam in his eye.
His thumb presses against Jisung's bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open. Jisung obeys instantly, his lips parting as Minho leans down. Their faces are inches apart now, Minho's breath warm against Jisung's face.
Minho's mouth is full, his tongue coated in Jisung's cum. He doesn't hesitate; he spits the cum directly into Jisung's open mouth. The warm, salty taste floods Jisung's tongue as Minho's thumb remains pressed against his lip, holding him in place.
Minho's mouth then descends on Jisung's, the cum sliding from one tongue to the other in a lewd exchange. Jisung moans at the taste, a heady mix of his own essence and the lingering flavour of Minho's lips. They kiss deeply, tongues tangling as they swallow each other's groans.
When they finally break apart, they're both panting softly.
Minho gazes down at Jisung with lust-filled eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He leans in close, his breath hot against Jisung's ear
“Don’t you taste so good, jagi." His hand trails down Jisung's body, tracing the letters of his tattoos down his ribs and hip and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Minho's hand continues its exploration of Jisung's body, his fingers trailing over the inked skin with reverence. He leans in, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Jisung's collarbone and up the column of his throat. Jisung tilts his head back, giving Minho better access as he arches into the touch.
Minho's teeth graze Jisung's pulse point, the sharp edge making him gasp. His large hand slides down Jisung's side, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of his hip as he pulls Jisung flush against him. The hard length of Minho's cock presses against Jisung's thigh, hot and insistent.
"You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this," Minho murmurs against Jisung's skin, his voice thick with need. His tongue flicks out, tasting the salt on Jisung's neck. "Wanted to hear you say my name like that."
Jisung's fingers twist in the sheets, his entire body thrumming with desire. He can feel Minho's erection pressing against him. His own cock is already stirring again, responding eagerly to Minho's touch.
Minho's teeth sink into the junction of Jisung's neck and shoulder, the sharp pain sending a jolt straight to his groin. His fingers tighten on Jisung's hip, pulling him even closer as he grinds his cock against Jisung's thigh.
"Fuck, you feel good," Jisung breathes, his hands finally finding Minho's back. He digs his nails in slightly, urging Minho to keep moving, to press harder. Minho obliges, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles.
"You like that?" Minho asks, his voice rough. He pulls back just enough to look at Jisung's face, to watch his lips part in pleasure. "You like feeling my cock against you?"
Jisung nods, his breath coming in short gasps as Minho continues grinding against him. His fingers flex against Minho's back, pulling him down for another kiss. Minho meets him eagerly, his tongue sliding into Jisung's mouth as he picks up the pace of his thrusts against Jisung's thigh.
The friction is maddening. Minho's cock leaves damp streaks against Jisung's skin, the thick head dragging over his inner thigh with every roll of his hips. Jisung arches into it, needing more, needing to feel Minho's weight pressing him into the mattress.
His hand slides around to grip Jisung's ass, pulling him even closer until their erections grind together. The friction makes Jisung moan openly, his hips bucking instinctively.
Minho's tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, flicking against the cool metal of Jisung's piercing. Jisung gasps, his back arching off the bed as a jolt of pleasure shoots straight to his cock. Minho chuckles against his skin, the vibrations sending shivers down Jisung's spine. He blows a stream of cool air over the damp flesh, watching with satisfaction as Jisung's nipple pebbles in the chill.
Minho's teeth graze the sensitive flesh of Jisung's nipple, giving it a teasing nip before soothing the sting with his tongue. Jisung's hands fly to Minho's hair, gripping the strands tightly as he rocks his hips up involuntarily, seeking friction against Minho's solid thigh. Minho's hand trails down Jisung's body, over the ridges of his abs and the V of his hips, before coming to rest on his hip bone.
Minho's teeth sink into the tender flesh of Jisung's nipple, the sharp sting of pain morphing into intense pleasure as his tongue swirls around the abused bud. Jisung's cock twitches against his stomach, hardening rapidly at the sensation. Minho hums, the sound vibrating through Jisung's chest.
"Look at you, jagi. Your cock is already getting hard again, all from a little bit of pain."
Minho grins wickedly as he takes in Jisung's flushed, needy state.
"You're such a painslut, aren't you? Getting off on a little bite and nip." He punctuates his words with a sharp nip to Jisung's other nipple, drawing a high, keening moan from his lips. "I think you like it when I hurt you just a little, don't you, jagi?"
Minho's voice is a low, seductive purr, filled with promise. His tongue flicks out, tracing the shell of Jisung's ear before biting down on the lobe with just enough pressure to make Jisung gasp. Minho's hand slides down Jisung's hip, over the curve of his ass, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as he pulls Jisung flush against him.
Minho's lips trailed a path of hot kisses up Jisung's neck as his hand continued its exploration, tracing the lines of his tattoos and sending shivers down his spine.
"You're so fucking sexy like this," Minho murmured against his skin, his voice low and rough with desire. "All inked up and writhing beneath me."
"I-I didn't know you had a thing for tattoos," Jisung jokes weakly, struggling to get his words out.
"It's not the tattoos I have a thing for, jagi. It's you. All of you." His hand cups Jisung's cheek, his thumb brushing over the soft skin, lingering on the mole on his cheek.
Minho leans in, his lips brushing softly against the mole on Jisung's cheek, a tender gesture that contrasts with the heated intensity of their previous kisses. Jisung's breath hitches, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savours the gentle touch. When Minho pulls back, their gazes lock, the air between them charged with a new depth of emotion.Jisung grabs that back of Minho’s head, weaving his fingers through his hair as Minho's lips capture Jisung's in a searing kiss. Minho's tongue delved into Jisung's mouth, tasting him, claiming him, as his hands roamed over the sweat-slick expanse of his back.
"Fuck, Minho," he whimpers through their kiss, his fingers tightening in Minho’s hair as pleasure shoots through him. "I need you."
Minho groans against Jisung's lips, the vibration sending fresh shivers down his back. His grip on Jisung's ass tightens, fingers digging in possessively as he grinds their cocks together harder. Minho breaks the kiss with a moan, his forehead resting against Jisung's as he pants.
"Fuck, I'm not gonna last much longer if I keep doing this," he admits, speaking in a breathy whisper. His hand slides between them, fingers wrapping around his own cock as he gives it a few rough strokes.
Jisung's breath catches as he watches Minho's hand move, the thick length of his cock glistening with precum. He licks his lips instinctively, his own erection twitching.
"Then don't," he says, voice rough with need. His fingers trail down Minho's back, nails scraping lightly over his skin. "Come on me. I want to see it. W-wouldn’t I look so pretty hyung?"
Minho's eyes flutter shut at the words, his hips stuttering slightly as his grip tightens. He moves his hand faster, the slick sounds of his strokes filling the room. His other hand grips Jisung's hip hard enough to bruise, holding him in place as he watches Jisung's face.
“You always look pretty bug, but I think I’d prefer to cum inside your perfect, pretty little ass,” Minho purrs, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow at Jisung.
Jisung's breath catches at Minho's words, his body shuddering with want. His fingers dig into Minho's back, pulling him down for another searing kiss. Minho moans into it, his hand still working his cock between their bodies.
"Yes," Jisung gasps when Minho finally pulls back, his lips swollen from the kiss. "Fuck, yes. I want that." His hips tilt up instinctively, pressing his ass against Minho's thigh, his cock twitching with need.
Minho's eyes are intent as he watches Jisung's body move, his own hand pausing for a moment as he absorbs the sight. Then he leans down, bracing himself on one arm as he reaches out towards the bedside table for the lube bottle. Jisung's breath quickens as he watches Minho's hand close around it, squeezing out a generous amount onto his fingers.
"You're gonna take me so well," Minho murmurs, his voice thick with promise as he sets the bottle aside. His slick fingers trail down Jisung's inner thigh, making him shiver. "You want this, don't you?"
Jisung nods frantically, his hips lifting off the mattress.
"Yes," he breathes. "Please, Minho." His fingers clutch at Minho's biceps, feeling the corded muscles tense beneath his skin.
Minho's eyes darken as he watches Jisung's expression, his cock twitching against Jisung's thigh.
Once his fingers are thoroughly coated his hand slides between Jisung's thighs. His fingers trace between Jisung’s cheeks, rubbing over his twitching hole. Jisung's cock twitches violently and his entire body tenses as Minho's slick fingers finally make contact with Jisung's entrance, circling it slowly, teasingly. A whimper escapes his throat, his fingers digging into Minho's arms as he spreads his legs wider in invitation.
"Please," he gasps. "Please, hyung, I need you."
"Gonna make you feel so good," Minho promises, his words rough. He presses one finger inside without warning, pushing past the tight ring of muscle with ease. Jisung's back arches off the bed, a choked moan escaping his lips.
"Fuck, you're tight," Minho murmurs, his eyes fixed on where his finger disappears inside Jisung.
Jisung's breath hitches as Minho's second finger pushes inside, stretching him wider. His body tenses for a moment before relaxing into the intrusion, his muscles fluttering around Minho's fingers.
"Fuck," Jisung gasps, his fingers twisting in the sheets. Minho watches his face intently, his own breathing ragged as he slowly curls his fingers inside, seeking that perfect spot. Jisung's entire body jerks when Minho finds it, a strangled cry escaping his throat.
"There it is," Minho purrs, pressing against that sweet spot again and again. His thumb brushes over Jisung's cock, smearing precum across the tip. Jisung's hips buck uncontrollably, his cock twitching as pleasure spikes through him.
"Minho, please," he whimpers, his voice breaking. "I need more."
"That's it," Minho purrs, his other hand gripping Jisung's hip to hold him in place. "Open up for me." His thumb presses against the base of Jisung's cock, rubbing slow circles as his fingers thrust deeper. Jisung moans, his head dropping forward as his body relaxes around the intrusion.
Jisung's body tenses as Minho's third finger pushes inside, stretching him impossibly wider. A sharp gasp tears from his throat as he feels the burn of penetration, his muscles clenching around the intrusion. His fingers scramble for purchase on Minho's biceps, nails digging into his skin.
"Fuck, fuck," Jisung pants, his head tossing on the pillow. Minho doesn't stop, doesn't hesitate. He just keeps thrusting, his fingers scissoring inside Jisung's tight channel. The stretch burns, but beneath it is a deep, throbbing pleasure that makes Jisung's cock leak against his stomach.
"Relax for me," Minho murmurs, his other hand stroking Jisung's inner thigh. "You can take it." He withdraws slightly before pushing back in, his fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Jisung's body seizes as Minho's fourth finger pushes inside, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The stretch is unbearable at first—his muscles resist, clamping down in protest. A strangled noise escapes his throat as Minho's fingers fill him completely, his hips jerking.
"Oh god," Jisung chokes out, his fingers twisting in the sheets. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he feels himself being stretched beyond what he thought possible. But beneath the burn, there's something else. A deep, primal pleasure that makes his cock throb painfully.
Minho watches Jisung's face intently, his own breathing ragged.
"Look at you," he murmurs, awe and hunger in his voice. "Taking me so well." His fingers move carefully inside Jisung, scissoring slightly to loosen him further.
"Fuck." Jisung's body trembles as Minho's fingers work inside him, the stretch now giving way to a deep, undeniable pleasure. His cock leaks steadily as Minho's fingers press against that sweet spot inside him with relentless precision.
"Minho, I'm gonna—" Jisung gasps, his back arching off the bed.
"Not yet," Minho growls, suddenly withdrawing his fingers completely. Jisung whines in protest, his hips bucking upward, seeking the loss of contact.
"No, no, no," he chants, desperation edging his words. Minho's smirk is downright sinful as he reaches for the lube on the nightstand. He pours a generous amount over his cock, stroking himself slowly as he watches Jisung squirm beneath him.
"Please," Jisung begs, his hands moving to his own cock, desperate to touch himself.
Minho's hand shoots out, catching Jisung's wrist before he can touch himself.
"Not yet," he repeats, his voice dark with promise. His grip tightens, pulling Jisung's arm above his head and pinning it to the mattress.
Jisung's breath comes in short, sharp bursts as Minho positions himself between his spread thighs. The head of Minho's cock presses against Jisung's entrance, and he trembles at the contact.
"Breathe," Minho instructs, his free hand moving to Jisung's hip to steady him. Jisung nods shakily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to obey.
The thick head of Minho's cock pushes past Jisung's entrance, stretching him open in a way that's both agonising and overwhelming but beneath it is a deep, pulsing pleasure that makes Jisung's toes curl. A guttural moan tears from Jisung's throat as he's filled inch by inch, his body trembling with the effort to accommodate Minho's size. His fingers dig into Minho's forearm as he feels himself being stretched wider than ever before.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Minho rasps, his hips rolling forward slowly. Jisung's fingers dig into Minho's wrist as he's stretched wider and wider, his cock twitching against his stomach with every inch Minho gives him.
"More," Jisung gasps, his body quivering. Minho obliges, pushing in until his hips finally meet Jisung's ass, burying himself completely inside.
Minho pauses, giving Jisung time to adjust.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Minho groans, his hips pressing forward until he's seated fully inside Jisung. For a moment, he just stays there, letting Jisung adjust to the overwhelming fullness. Jisung's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body quivering beneath Minho's weight.
"Minho," Jisung whimpers, his nails scraping lightly against Minho's skin. Minho's eyes darken as he looks down at Jisung, his own breathing uneven. Slowly, he begins to move, pulling back just slightly before pushing in again.
The sensation is indescribable - a burning stretch that quickly morphs into an all-consuming pleasure as Minho's thick cock drags against his inner walls. Jisung's back arches off the bed, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as Minho sets a deep, steady rhythm. His hips roll in time with Minho's thrusts, meeting each snap of the other man's hips with his own.
"Fuck, Minho, yes."
Jisung's back arches off the bed as Minho thrusts inside him, his body shuddering with every powerful movement. The stretch is immense, bordering on painful, but beneath it is a pleasure so intense it makes his vision blur. His cock throbs between them, precum smearing across his stomach as Minho's thrusts drive him higher.
Minho's hand grabs Jisung's, bringing them both down to his belly and pressing both palms firmly against the distended skin, where Minho’s cock is creating an almost unbearable fullness that makes Jisung's breath catch.
"Feel it," Minho commands, his voice rough with need. "Feel how deep I am inside you." He rolls his hips in slow circles, grinding against Jisung's prostate as their joined hands move with the motion. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be stuffed so full you can't think straight."
Jisung's eyes flutter closed for a moment as pleasure overwhelms him, his cock leaking onto his stomach.
"Yes," he gasps, his fingers flexing against his bulging stomach. "God, yes."
His breath comes in short gasps as Minho's thrusts push his hand outward, the rhythmic movement making his stomach bulge obscenely with every deep stroke.
"Look at you," Minho rasps, his voice thick with lust as he watches Jisung's hand move with his thrusts. His own hips snap forward with renewed vigour, sinking his cock even deeper as Jisung's fingers press against the fullness inside him. "Taking all of me. So fucking beautiful like this."
Jisung's back arches off the bed as Minho's words send fresh heat coursing through him.
"You feel so good," Minho growls, releasing Jisung’s hand to grip his hips as he increases his pace. The slap of skin against skin echoes through the room, mingling with Jisung's broken moans. Minho leans forward, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting that spot inside Jisung with every thrust.
"Oh god! Right there!" Jisung cries out, his head thrashing against the pillow. His fingers scramble for purchase on Minho's back, pulling him closer as his body betrays him, hips lifting to meet every thrust.
Minho leans down, capturing Jisung's lips in a searing kiss as his hips continue their relentless pace. Jisung kisses back just as fervently, his tongue tangling with Minho's as the pleasure builds inside him. Minho's hands slide up Jisung's body, tweaking his nipples before moving to grip his wrists, pinning them above his head.
Minho's movements become agonisingly slow — measured thrusts that drag his thick cock along Jisung's inner walls with torturous precision. The friction borders on painful in its intensity, yet somehow remains just shy of tipping Jisung over the edge. His cock drags deliberately against that sweet spot inside Jisung, the thick head curling just right to make him gasp and tremble. His body trembles with the effort of holding back, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves as Minho's pace deliberately teases him toward release.
"Please," Jisung whimpers, his head thrashing against the pillow. Sweat glistens on his chest as Minho leans down to lick a stripe up his neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin beneath his ear. His cock twitches, leaking steadily onto his stomach as Minho's movements make his entire body vibrate with need. "I can't—"
"Shhh," Minho interrupts, his voice a low rumble as he leans down to capture Jisung's lips. The kiss is slow, deep, all-consuming — Minho's tongue sliding against Jisung's in perfect rhythm with his shallow thrusts.
The stimulations of Minho's cock filling him completely and his tongue claiming Jisung's mouth sends white-hot pleasure coursing through his body. Jisung arches into the kiss, his arms straining against Minho's grip as his hips jerk helplessly. He feels like he’s losing his mind from how mind-numbingly amazing it feels. Even in his wildest dreams did he ever think it would be this… perfect.
"I'm gonna—" Jisung gasps as Minho suddenly bites his lip, the sharp pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure in his groin.
Minho rips his hand away from one of Jisung’s wrists and before Jisung can even think the older man brings hand down against his ass. Hard.
The sharp crack of Minho's hand against Jisung's ass echoes through the bedroom, mingling with his startled cry. The sting blossoms across his skin, morphing into heat that spreads through his body like wildfire. Before the sound has fully faded, Minho's hand is back on Jisung's wrist, pinning it firmly against the mattress as he resumes his agonizingly slow thrusts.
"Fuck," Jisung gasps, his entire body shuddering from the pain. His cock throbs against his stomach, a thick bead of precum forming at the tip. Minho watches it drip down Jisung's length with satisfaction, his thrusts becoming just a fraction deeper as he adjusts the angle.
"That's it," Minho growls, his free hand sliding down Jisung's side to grip his hip. "Take it all."
Jisung's breath catches as Minho suddenly drives into him with relentless force, each thrust slamming his hips against the mattress. The bed creaks dangerously beneath them as Minho's powerful body moves with calculated precision, his thick cock stretching Jisung open with every brutal movement.
"Oh god! Oh fuck!" Jisung's cries rise in pitch as Minho's pace becomes punishing, his cock dragging against Jisung's prostate with every movement. His free hand claws at the sheets, his body arching as Minho's thrusts make his vision blur at the edges. The initial burn has given way to pure, overwhelming pleasure—every nerve ending in his body singing with sensation.
"You're gonna come for me, aren't you?" Minho rasps, his words thick with need. His hand slides from Jisung's hip to his cock, wrapping around the leaking shaft with just the right amount of pressure.
The first stroke of Minho's hand on Jisung's cock is enough to tip him over the edge. A guttural moan tears from his throat as his orgasm crashes over him with violent intensity. His back arches off the bed, muscles locking as his cock pulses in Minho's grip. Hot cum spills across Minho's fingers and Jisung's stomach, splattering in thick ropes as Minho continues his relentless thrusts, milking every last drop from him.
"Fuck, yes," Minho groans, his own movements becoming more erratic as he watches Jisung come undone beneath him. His cock twitches inside Jisung's tight heat, the walls fluttering around him as Jisung rides out his climax. Minho's thrusts become shorter, more intense as he chases his own release.
"Gonna fill you up," Minho growls, his breath hot against Jisung's ear.
Jisung gasps as Minho shoves his cum-covered fingers past his lips, his taste flooding Jisung's mouth, salty and musky with Minho's sweat. His tongue instinctively swirls around Minho's fingers, cleaning them with small, desperate sucks as Minho watches with dark satisfaction. His free hand grips Jisung's chin, tilting his face up as he thrusts his fingers deeper.
Tears stream down his face as he gags around Minho's fingers, his body shuddering between pleasure and pain. His hips jerk helplessly, still sensitive from his recent orgasm, his cock twitching weakly against his stomach.
"Please," Jisung chokes out around Minho's fingers, pulling back just enough to speak. "Please, Minho... I need you to cum inside me. Mark me. Make me yours." His words come out desperate and broken, laced with raw need.
He turns his head to bring Minho’s fingers back into his mouth, sucking lightly on his skin, desperate to be filled in every way possible. Minho's breath catches at Jisung's words, his fingers stilling in Jisung's mouth as he watches him with intensity.
Minho's fingers slip from Jisung's mouth with a wet pop as he leans down, his free hand gripping Jisung's hair to tilt his head back. His eyes burn into Jisung's as he breathes heavily, his cock twitching inside Jisung's tight heat.
"You’ve been mine. Always," Minho growls, his thumb brushing over Jisung's kiss-swollen lips. "Since the first time I saw you. Since the first time I touched you." His hips grind forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion that makes Jisung gasp. "Mine." The word is a possessive snarl as Minho's lips crash against Jisung's, swallowing his moans as he begins fucking him with slow, deep thrusts.
Jisung's arms wrap around Minho's shoulders, pulling him closer as he kisses back with equal hunger.
A broken whimper escapes Jisung's throat as Minho's heavy body pins him down, his hands gripping Jisung's thighs to pull them wider.
"You're so fucking tight," Minho groans against Jisung's lips, his teeth nipping at his bottom lip. His hips snap forward, driving his cock deeper as Jisung arches beneath him. "Taking me so well. Like you were made for this." His breath is hot against Jisung's neck as he moves lower, licking and biting at the sensitive skin there.
Jisung's fingers dig into Minho's back as he moans, his body quivering with intense pleasure. Every thrust sends shockwaves through him, his oversensitive nerves alight with Minho's relentless possession.
"Yes," he gasps, his head pressing back into the pillow as Minho's teeth graze his collarbone. "Only for you. Always for you."
Minho growls low in his throat at Jisung's words, his pace quickening as he pistons his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with Jisung's broken moans and Minho's guttural groans. His hands slide under Jisung's ass, lifting him slightly to change the angle as he thrusts deeper, the new position dragging a high-pitched whine from Jisung’s throat as Minho’s cock nails Jisung's prostate with every movement.
"Please,” Jisung begs, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Jisung's tears flow freely now, tracking down his flushed face as Minho's punishing thrusts push him higher. His body trembles beneath Minho's powerful frame, every nerve ending alight with overwhelming pleasure.
"Don't hold back," Minho commands, his voice rough with desire as he watches Jisung's face contort with emotion. His thumb wipes at a tear, smearing it across Jisung's cheek before leaning down to lick the salt from his skin. "Let me hear you."
Jisung's breath comes in ragged gasps as Minho's cock drags across his prostate again, his back arching off the bed. A broken sob escapes his lips as he clings to Minho's shoulders, his nails digging into the hard muscle there.
"It's too much," he whimpers, his voice thick with tears and desperation. "You feel too good. I can't- I can’t cum again."
Jisung's words crack as they leave him, his body shaking violently beneath Minho's relentless thrusting. His fingers clutch at Minho's shoulders, nails digging into the skin as he struggles to process the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.
Minho's lips curl into a wicked smile as he watches Jisung unravel.
"You will," he murmurs against Jisung's ear before nipping at the lobe. His hands slide under Jisung's thighs, lifting him slightly to change the angle as he begins thrusting harder, faster. Each snap of his hips drives his cock deeper, the thick head dragging along Jisung's prostate with ruthless precision.
"Come on, baby," Minho coaxes, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Give it to me." His hand moves to Jisung's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, pushing Jisung to the very edge.
Jisung's back arches violently as Minho's relentless thrusts send him over the edge. His cock pulses in Minho's hand as hot cum spills across his stomach and chest, his entire body tensing as pleasure crashes through him in waves.
"Fuck!" Minho moans breathily, his own hips stuttering as he feels Jisung clench around him. He sounds so gorgeous, Jisung has to remember to ask him if he can record him sometime. Add the sound of him moaning to a song.
His release surges forward, flooding Jisung's insides with his cum as he buries himself to the hilt, his hips slapping against Jisung's ass. A guttural groan rips from his throat as he empties himself inside Jisung's clenching channel, his arms wrapping around Jisung's shaking body.
"Mine," Minho growls against Jisung's sweat-slicked neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
His thrusts slow but don't stop, milking every last drop from his cock as he keeps Jisung filled to the brim. Jisung whimpers beneath him, his oversensitive body twitching with aftershocks as Minho's cum leaks out around his cock.
Minho finally stills, his weight pressing Jisung into the mattress as he catches his breath. His hands stroke along Jisung's sides, tracing the outline of his ribs before settling on his hips. He nuzzles against Jisung's neck, nipping at the skin there before soothing the spot with his tongue.
"You take me so well," Minho murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. His fingers tighten possessively on Jisung's hips as he feels his own cum dripping out of Jisung's well-used hole.
Jisung makes a small, contented noise as Minho's praise washes over him.
Minho lifts his head away from Jisung’s neck to look down at him, he presses a soft peck against the younger’s lips. His lips then move with tender care across Jisung's face, each kiss gentle. He starts at the corner of Jisung's mouth, tasting the salt of sweat and tears before trailing to his cheekbone, his nose, the bridge of his nose. His fingers thread through Jisung's damp hair, cradling his head as he continues his worshipful path before ending at the mole on Jisung’s cheek.
Jisung's breathing gradually slows, his body still quivering slightly beneath Minho's weight. His hands come up to frame Minho's face, thumbs brushing away the last traces of moisture on his skin. When Minho's lips meet his again, Jisung parts them easily, allowing Minho to deepen the kiss.
It's slow and sweet now, all the earlier roughness softened into something almost worshipful. Minho's tongue glides against Jisung's with deliberate slowness, savouring the taste of him.
Minho pulls back, his lips brushing against Jisung’s as he speaks.
“I love you.”
The words whisper against Jisung's lips, so quiet they might have been the ghost of a breath if not for the way they send a shock through his entire body. His fingers tighten in Minho's hair as his breath catches, his heart pounding so hard he's certain Minho must feel it against his chest. For a moment, he simply stares at Minho, his dark eyes searching Minho's face for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
"I love you too," Jisung finally murmurs, the words thick with emotion. His thumbs brush over Minho's cheekbones, lingering on the soft skin here. He's never said it before — never allowed himself to even think it properly until now — and the way it spills from his lips feels both terrifying and exhilarating.
Minho's eyes light up at Jisung's words, his grip on Jisung's hips tightening as he presses their bodies closer together.
"Say it again," he demands, though there's no real force behind it, just quiet need.
Jisung doesn't hesitate.
"I love you."
Jisung's breath catches at the brilliant smile that transforms Minho's face. His smile radiates with genuine joy, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazes down at Jisung.
The dim bedroom light catches the moisture still clinging to his eyelashes, making them glisten like tiny diamonds. His entire face softens in a way Jisung has never seen before, all the usual sharpness and playfulness replaced by something warmer, more open. Something open and vulnerable in a way that makes Jisung's heart stutter in his chest.
"Again," Minho whispers, leaning in until his forehead rests against Jisung's. His hands slide up Jisung's sides, coming to rest just below his armpits. The position feels intimate, like he's cradling Jisung's ribs, protecting his heart.
Jisung's fingers tangle in Minho's hair, pulling him closer.
"I love you," he says again, louder this time, the words ringing in the quiet room. His thumbs trace the curve of Minho's ears, feeling the heat of his skin.
Minho closes his eyes briefly, as if savoring the words, before they open to peer up at him playfully.
Minho's fingers dig lightly into Jisung's sides, tickling him just enough to make him squirm.
"Say it again," he insists, his smile widening as Jisung giggles beneath him.
Jisung's laughter catches in his throat as Minho's fingers find a particularly sensitive spot.
"I love you," he gasps between giggles, his face flushing darkly as he tries to squirm away from Minho's teasing hands.
Minho's eyes crinkle at the corners as he watches Jisung's reactions, his thumbs now tracing slow circles on Jisung's ribs.
"I could get used to hearing that,"
Jisung leans up to press a soft kiss to the mole on Minho’s nose.
“I could get used to saying it.”
Minho's breath hitches audibly at Jisung's words. His fingers still their teasing, instead coming to rest against Jisung's waist as he studies his face. There's something almost childlike in his expression now, a wonderment that contrasts sharply with his usual confident demeanor.
"You mean that?" Minho asks, his words softer than Jisung has ever heard them. His thumb strokes gently along the contour of Jisung's hipbone.
Jisung nods, his smile softening into something warm and genuine.
"I do. I've wanted to say it for a long time." His fingers slide from Minho's face to weave his fingers through his hair on the back of his head, pulling him down until their foreheads touch again. "It just... felt too big before. Too scary to put into words."
Minho exhales slowly, his body relaxing incrementally against Jisung's.
"I understand that," he murmurs.
Jisung whimpers slightly as Minho pulls out, the sudden emptiness making his body clench around nothing. His fingers tighten momentarily in Minho's hair before he forces himself to release the grip, watching as Minho shifts onto his knees between Jisung's spread thighs.
"I'll be right back," Minho murmurs, brushing a quick kiss against Jisung's knee before climbing off the bed.
Jisung watches him walk out of the bedroom, admiring the play of muscle in Minho's back and the way his hips move as he strides away. There's something intensely satisfying about seeing Minho like this — dishevelled from sex, his skin flushed, his hair still damp where Jisung had gripped it.
Jisung stretches out on the bed, his body still thrumming with aftershocks.
The cool air of the room brushes against Jisung's overheated skin as he watches Minho disappear into the bathroom. He lets out a shaky breath, spreading his legs wider instinctively as if still feeling Minho's presence there. His fingers trail down his stomach to the mess between his thighs, and he can't suppress the pleased little shiver that runs through him at the evidence of their shared pleasure.
The water runs in the bathroom, and Jisung turns his head to look at the doorway, waiting. His body feels heavy and satisfied, but there's an odd energy buzzing beneath his skin too, a nervous excitement at what comes next. Now that they've said those words, everything feels different. More real. More fragile in a way that makes his chest ache. He's never been good at this part - the after - always feeling awkward and out of place in the moments after sex.
Then again, Jisung has also never felt this way about someone before, either, never felt so comfortable with another person.
Jisung's fingers still against his stomach as the thought settles over him. It's true, he's never felt this way before. Never allowed himself to be this vulnerable. Not with anyone. The realisation makes his breath catch, his heart beating faster against his ribs.
He turns his head toward the door again, watching the light spill out into the dim bedroom.
The distant sound of Minho moving around, the clink of a glass, the rustle of a towel, sends warmth spreading through Jisung's chest. It's Minho. Just Minho. The same Minho who's known him for years, who's seen him at his worst and his best, who has stood beside him through everything.
The bedroom door opens and Minho emerges, a warm washcloth and glass of water in hand. The bed dips slightly as Minho returns, and Jisung watches as he kneels between Jisung's legs again. There's something almost tender in the way Minho looks at him now, like he's seeing Jisung in a new light. Or maybe he’s always looked at him this way and this is the first time Jisung is realising it.
The cold glass of the water presses against Jisung's palm, and he accepts it with a quiet "thank you."
He lifts it to his lips, drinking deeply as Minho watches. The cool water soothes his parched throat, and he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly.
"Better?" Minho asks, his voice rough with something that isn't quite sleepiness. His fingers brush against Jisung's wrist as he takes the empty glass back, setting it aside with careful precision.
Jisung nods, his throat still slightly tight.
"Yeah." He shifts on the bed, tempted to pull the sheets up to cover his lower half instinctively even as Minho has already seen everything. His skin prickles with awareness as Minho's gaze trails over him, dwelling on his mouth for a moment too long.
Minho leans down, bracing one hand beside Jisung's hip. The warm cloth presses gently against Jisung's stomach first, Minho wiping away the mess with careful strokes. Jisung lets out a soft sound as the soft cloth moves lower, brushing over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. His muscles tense for just a moment before relaxing again, his fingers curling into the sheets.
"Easy," Minho murmurs, his voice deep and soothing. His touch is gentle but sure, his fingers occasionally brushing against Jisung's skin as he cleans. The cloth moves lower, and Jisung bites his lip, his breath coming quicker as Minho wipes between his thighs.
As soon as Minho deems him clean enough, the washcloth lands with a wet slap on the floor, and Minho moves back onto the bed like a predator returning to his nest. His body heat envelops Jisung as he settles beside him, one arm sliding under Jisung's shoulders to pull him close. Jisung goes willingly, his body molding against Minho's, his head coming to rest on Minho's chest.
Minho's heartbeat thuds steadily beneath Jisung's ear, strong and reassuring. His fingers stroke through Jisung's hair, the touch almost absentminded but soothing all the same. Jisung inhales the mingled scents of sweat and sex and Minho, pressing closer.
"You okay?" Minho asks quietly, his breath stirring the hair at Jisung's temple.
Jisung nods against him, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Minho's side. "Perfect."
Jisung exhales slowly as Minho's arm is tightens across his waist, keeping him close even as he drifts toward sleep. The room is warm, the sheets tangled around their legs.
Jisung lets himself smile against Minho's shoulder, the ghost of a laugh escaping him.
"I'm glad I got drunk," he murmurs, barely audible.
Minho stirs at the sound, his fingers flexing against Jisung's side.
"Hm?" His voice is thick with drowsiness but still clear enough to make out.
Jisung shifts slightly, turning his face toward Minho's neck.
"If I hadn't, I wouldn't have sent that message," he explains. "And if I hadn't sent that message..."
Minho hums, the sound vibrating against Jisung's cheek. His fingers tighten slightly around Jisung's waist, pulling him even closer.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "Me too."
The words settle between them like a sigh, warm and comfortable. Jisung nuzzles into the crook of Minho's neck, inhaling the scent of him—sweat and soap and something uniquely Minho. His fingers trace idle patterns along Minho's side, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin.
Minho exhales, his breath stirring Jisung's hair. He's warm, heavy against Jisung's body. The room is dark now, the city lights painting faint streaks of gold across the sheets. Somewhere outside, a car door slams, the distant murmur of voices floating up from the street below. But in here, in this bed, it's just the two of them. Just like it was always meant to be.