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It was a Saturday and Jisung was bored.
And horny.
A dangerous combination that usually led to regrettable decisions and late-night texts he’d rather forget.
Still, there wasn't anything better to do and trying to catch up with his work was something he would rather avoid.
So he did what he knew best.
Scrolled through Tinder, thumb numb from swiping left on gym bros and finance guys, who all looked suspiciously alike.
He was looking for something casual, a distraction, a release, something to take the edge off and have fun.
Then he saw him.
The profile picture was… unique.
Not a shirtless mirror selfie, not a brooding artistic shot.
It was a clear, slightly stiff selfie of a guy with glasses, sharp eyes, a perfect nose, pouty lips and a Minecraft background with a cat.
It was cute.
Honestly, he looked less like a potential hookup and more like he was about to give a presentation on advanced calculus.
But it didn't matter to Jisung, he had fucked worse.
Still, he knew he wasn't exactly his type.
Innocent, nerdy, soft.
Jisung preferred the buffer ones, the ones that looked like they could fuck the fuck out of him, but in reality just lay there and look pretty while they let HIM destroy them.
Still, there was something and his bio, however, was what truly made Jisung pause.
Lee Minho, 28
About Me: Highly organized. Dislikes clutter. Can solve a Rubik’s Cube in under a minute. My cats are my dependents. I like quiet nights in, true-crime podcasts, and optimizing my espresso machine.
Looking for: Someone to help me with a… personal goal. Strictly confidential. My friends say I’m too old for this. Preferably, someone patient and discreet. Please, no serial killers. Or messy eaters. Virgin (desperately trying to change that fact).
Jisung stared.
A virgin.
On Tinder.
Actively advertising it.
And the Rubik's Cube? The cats? The espresso machine optimization?
This guy was weird and utterly fascinating.
Most guys trying to lose their virginity on Tinder were either aggressive or awkwardly self-deprecating.
Minho was… pragmatic.
And a little bit formal, even in his desperation.
“Well, hello, Lee Minho,” Jisung murmured, a grin stretching across his face. This wasn’t just a hookup; this was an adventure.
And it was exactly what Jisung was looking for right now.
He swiped right.
It’s a Match!
Jisung’s heart gave a little flutter it usually reserved for a perfectly dropped beat. He immediately opened the chat.
He didn't know why he was so excited.
Jisung:
Hey, Minho.
I’m Han Jisung.
Read your profile.
Intrigued. 😉
He waited. Five minutes. Ten. Twenty. He was about to give up when his phone buzzed.
Minho:
Han Jisung.
Thank you for swiping right.
Your profile was… succinct.
Are you a rapper? Your bio implies musical inclinations.
Jisung snorted. “Musical inclinations.” Okay, super nerdy. He didn't know why, but he kinda liked it.
Jisung:
Rapper, producer, songwriter.
Among other things.
And you, ‘highly organized’? What exactly does that entail? Color-coded socks?
Minho:
Only for my formal wear.
The rest are sorted by material composition.
And yes, before you ask, my music library is also meticulously tagged.
Every genre, sub-genre, and mood.
It optimizes discovery.
Jisung:
I bet it does, Minho.
So, about this ‘personal goal.’
And the ‘too old for this’ comment.
Elaborate.
Minho:
My friends have been… encouraging me to be more adventurous.
My current situation is, statistically speaking, an anomaly for someone my age.
And they don't think I can have casual sex and lose my virginity before I turn 29.
So that's why I'm here.
I believe in efficiency.
This is the most direct approach.
And I prefer honesty in transactions.
Transactions. Jisung chuckled. This guy was a riot.
Jisung:
So, you want me to… efficiently de-virginize you?
Minho:
If you are amenable and possess the qualities I outlined.
Patience.
Discretion.
Not a messy eater, that's important.
Jisung let out a chuckle out loud, of course.
Jisung:
I can be patient.
And discreet.
And I generally don't spill food on people during… transactions.
What else should I know? You mentioned dependents.
You mean your cats?
A beat. Then, a sudden flurry of messages.
Minho:
Ah.
Yes.
My cats.
They are paramount.
Do you like cats, Jisung?
It is a non-negotiable requirement.
Jisung:
Absolutely.
Actually, show me.
I need photographic evidence of these paramount dependents.
Another pause. Then, two pictures popped up.
The first was a majestic gray, white and black cat, Dori, perched on a pristine white cushion, staring imperiously into the camera. The second was a fluffy orange and white cat, Soonie, kneading a designer blanket with an expression of pure bliss, and the other one was similar to Soonie, Doongie, napped on a pile of perfectly folded laundry.
They were all impossibly beautiful, and the house in the background looked like an architectural magazine spread.
Jisung actually gasped out loud.
“Oh my god. They’re so cute” he exclaimed to his empty apartment.
Jisung:
OMG!
I love them!
Your cats are incredible.
I'm legitimately impressed.
You have impeccable taste in feline companions.
And I've never seen a home that immaculate, wth!
Minho:
Thanks.
They are my greatest pride and joy.
And yes, I maintain a high standard of cleanliness.
Clutter is a source of anxiety.
And I don't like that.
So… are you impressed enough to continue this conversation?
Jisung grinned.
Oh, I’m very impressed, Minho. More than you know.
This wasn't just about sex anymore.
This was… charming. Cute. Jisung was liking this a little bit too much.
He was thrilling in a way casual hookups rarely were.
Jisung:
Yeah.
Very much.
So, what’s the next step in this… efficient transaction?
Minho:
I believe a visual confirmation of… suitability… is customary before proceeding to a physical meeting.
Do you concur?
Jisung felt a flush rise to his cheeks.
Ah.
He wasn't just nerdy.
He was also direct.
Jisung sent a few carefully selected photos, highlighting his best angles and a hint of his toned body.
He was very proud of it, thanks to Changbin he had been working out relentlessly.
And it was paying off.
Still, he didn't know why it was taking Minho so long to reply.
And he was getting anxious.
Five minutes passed. Then ten.
Jisung started to type, just as Minho reply came.
Minho:
Oh.
Understood.
Your physique is… suitable.
I will reciprocate.
Another pause. Jisung’s heart thumped a nervous rhythm.
What was Minho going to send? A full-body shot in his meticulously organized formal wear?
Then, a picture came through. Jisung practically choked. The soft lips from the profile picture now made perfect sense.
It was Minho, but not the buttoned-up, organized Minho that he had seen on his profile pic.
No.
He was shirtless, lying on his side on what looked like very expensive sheets, one arm tucked under his head.
His torso was lean, toned, and unexpectedly defined.
There was a subtle V-line leading down, and his skin was smooth, flawless at the exception of a barely visible scar, right above his ribs.
It was perfect.
He looked like a living sculpture.
Jisung didn't know all of that was under the stiff exterior.
He was breathtaking.
He must have taken a long time watching the picture, because suddenly they were more messages from Minho.
Minho:
This is an accurate representation.
I maintain a regular dance practice schedule.
For health purposes.
Does this meet your requirements?
Jisung typed furiously, his fingers clumsy with a mix of awe and arousal.
Jisung:
Minho.
Yes.
Fuck.
A thousand times, yes.
You are… wow.
You're stunning.
Minho:
Thank you for your candor.
My apartment is located at [Address].
I am available in thirty minutes.
There is parking directly opposite.
Please do not track mud into the foyer.
Jisung stared at the address.
Minho was inviting him over. Just like that.
No preamble, no lingering doubt.
Just a direct, efficient invitation to de-virginize him.
And who was Jisung to say no?
He knew what he was walking into.
He was walking into the most intriguing, awkward, and potentially mind-blowing hookup of his life.
And suddenly, he wasn't just horny.
He was genuinely excited.
.
.
.
.
.
The apartment was exactly as Jisung imagined on the outside:
Pristine, minimalist, and almost aggressively sterile.
He didn't know what grand, chaotic lair he’d expected, given Minho’s intense persona, but it was good enough.
He knocked.
Anticipation was a live wire roaming through his veins.
Luckily, he didn’t wait long, mere seconds later, the door swung open.
Minho stood there, dressed in a simple, oversized, faded anime T-shirt and loose gray sweatpants.
Jisung’s breath hitched.
Wow.
Minho was even more beautiful in person.
He hadn’t expected a high-collared shirt, but this effortless, rumpled look was a different kind of unexpected surprise.
He looked hot.
His dark hair was slightly ruffled, and his sharp eyes held a fleeting flicker of apprehension that made Jisung's chest tighten with a strange mix of dominance and protectiveness.
“Hi… Jisung, right?” Minho said, his voice surprisingly softer than in their texts, almost a smooth, honey-like low tone. “Thank you for coming.”
Jisung let out a nervous, almost breathless chuckle, running a hand through his hair.
“Ah, yeah, of course, you know… you invited me” It was awkward.
Luckily, Minho didn't seem to think so.
Fuck, he was completely out of his game.
Minho gave a short nod and held the door open wider.
“Come on in before the cats try to escape.” Minho said.
Jisung, again, could only manage a nod, stepping across the threshold.
Why was he so intimidated by this nerdy guy?
“Wow… this is nice. Super clean…” He gestured vaguely at the immaculate entryway, feeling awkward and painfully inarticulate.
Minho gave a small, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment.
“Thanks. Please remove your shoes. There are guest slippers.”
Jisung obeyed, his heart hammering against his ribs.
Minho led him to the living room, which was equally stark and beautiful.
No clutter. Just a plush, dove-gray sofa, a low glass table, and a wall of meticulously organized books, a library arranged by logic.
The cats, however, were everywhere, lounging with an air of sophisticated entitlement that broke the sterile atmosphere.
Dori gave Jisung a slow, suspicious sniff, while Soonie stretched languidly, radiating warmth.
“They are inspecting you,” Minho stated, his tone completely serious.
“I passed, I hope?” Jisung joked, reaching out a hesitant hand to pet Soonie, who immediately started purring, loud and vibrating. “You’re so cute, Soonie” Jisung said with a baby voice to Soonie and looked up at Minho, hoping he hadn't misjudged. “It is… Soonie, right?”
Minho's lips curved into a small, genuine smile.
Jisung's breath hitched again.
Minho was truly breathtakingly beautiful when he smiled.
“It is. He seems to like you.” Minho gently lifted Soonie off the sofa and gave him a treat.
“Well, I like him too.” Jisung looked around. “Where are the others?”
“Oh, sleeping or hiding. They're not that social,” Minho said, gesturing to the sofa. “Would you… like to sit?”
Jisung nodded and sat, sinking into the plush cushions, while Minho put Soonie in his bed.
Minho sat opposite him, his posture stiff, his hands clasped tightly between his knees.
The silence stretched, becoming an uncomfortable, thick tension.
Jisung could see the tremor in Minho's fingers; he was just as nervous, but his nervousness manifested as rigidity.
Jisung knew he had to break the analytical shell.
“So,” he began, trying for an easy confidence. “Rubik's Cube skills, uh? Impressive. I've always wanted to try that, I watched one video and I sucked and then my ADHD decided it wasn't interesting anymore”
Minho looked directly at him, his sharp eyes piercing Jisung's playful façade.
Jisung feeling self-conscious just added.
“Any other secret talents?”
“I dance, but I told you that already. And I’m good with my hands,” Minho said
Jisung just gulped, he knew he probably didn't mean it like that, but the words hung heavy in the air.
Jisung felt a deep, electric shiver run down his spine.
“Oh, yeah, you have nice hands” Jisung said, his cheeks instantly flooding with heat. He stammered, “I mean… cause from the picture you sent, your hands were there and… you… you also have a nice body…” Jisung needed to shut up, immediately, “You said you danced, right?”
Minho’s cheeks were also tinged red, but he maintained eye contact.
“Thanks. And yes, like I told you, I try to keep my body healthy as well as my mind” Minho said and to Jisung´s surprise, he didn't sound annoyed.
(Even tho this was like the third time Jisung had asked him if he danced)
“I like to be efficient. In most endeavors. I believe in thorough preparation.” Minho continued.
And Jisung didn't know why he asked, why he asked next.
“And you've… prepared for this?” Jisung said, and the air feeling suddenly thin.
He wasn't sure if he was asking about the date or the unspoken sexual transaction.
But still, he needed to know
“Extensively,” Minho confirmed, his gaze unwavering. “Statistically, first experiences are often suboptimal due to inexperience. I wish to minimize variables and maximize satisfaction”
Oh, so he had…
Jisung laughed, a nervous, delighted sound that bordered on hysteria.
He felt hot all of a sudden, an intense, visceral heat.
“You… okay,” Jisung leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. He didn't know why he was so flustered. “Fuck, are you always this blunt?”
Minho blinked repeatedly, genuinely confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I… nothing. I just, I've never met anyone like you” He admitted “People are often shy about these kinds of things, even more for their first time and… well, you're not.”
Minho nodded, comprehension dawning.
“Oh… yeah, I don't get why I would feel the need to lie. I want you to take my virginity. I prepared myself for this to be quicker and also painless, and that is just a fact. I didn't know that, that was being blunt. Do you feel uncomfortable now?” Minho said, looking Jisung dead in the eye
Jisung squirmed under his gaze, feeling too much vulnerability, desire, and acute nervousness.
He tore his eyes away, pretending a vibrant green houseplant in the corner was more interesting.
“No, no, of course not… i just…” Jisung said, his voice rough and tight. “God, I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's not like you're going to be the one to take my virginity.” Jisung forced a strained laugh. Minho looked at him a little longer, until he, too, broke the stare.
Jisung let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.
“If it serves as any consolation” Minho said, his voice gentle and low, almost breaking through the analytical shell, "I'm just as nervous as you, even if it doesn't look like it."
This time, Jisung looked at him again and saw the tiny, almost imperceptible flicker of genuine emotion in Minho's eyes as he continued to press his clasped hands tighter between his thighs.
Fuck, he was so cute and hot at the same time.
Even if Minho was older, virgin, and a little autistic in his communication style, he was way out of his league.
And way out of Jisung's comfort zone.
Still, Jisung tried to regain a sliver of control, inching closer to him on the sofa.
Minho's head snapped up, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.
“Well, I think we should change that… don't you think?” Jisung said softly as he tried to reach out for one of Minho's stiff, clasped hands. “Is… this okay?”
Minho hesitated for a painful, drawn-out second, then nodded barely.
Jisung took his hand firmly. The intimacy was jarring for a planned hookup, a one-night transaction.
"You… you don't need to be nervous," Jisung said, trying to infuse warmth and reassurance into the contact. "I'm here because I think you're fascinating, and your cats are fantastic, and you're really, really hot."
Minho's cheeks flushed, a pale pink rising against his skin that made him look even more endearing.
"Thank you for your honesty, Jisung. I… find you physically compelling as well."
Jisung's smile softened. "Good to know."
Minho watched their hands tangled together for a long moment, then looked up at his face. “Jisung?” Minho said, even softer this time.
“Yeah?" Jisung asked, his voice low and gentle, feeling the intimacy of the moment expanding.
“Your hands are sweaty.”
Jisung blinked, mortified, and nodded, letting go of Minho's hand immediately.
God, he was right, they were clammy.
He was truly embarrassing himself.
“I’m sorry… I…”
Minho nodded, and this time, a full, soft smile finally appeared.
"It's okay. You can still touch me if you want to. I am prepared for sweat and other fluids"
Minho's odd combination of profound shyness and clinical acceptance was intoxicating.
Jisung's fear dissolved into overwhelming desire.
Jisung didn't reach for his hand this time.
Instead, he leaned in, closing the distance between them, his eyes fixed on Minho's beautiful, blushing mouth.
"Even saliva? I know we haven't discussed anything yet, but I think I would really like to kiss you now, if you're…"
Before Jisung could finish, Minho crashed his lips to Jisung, and Jisung melted.
His mouth was hot and uncertain, but so, so soft.
Jisung liked it a little too much.
Jisung slowly slid his hands up Minho’s thighs, feeling the firm muscle beneath the soft fabric of his sweatpants.
Fuck.
Jisung never thought himself of a thigh guy, but maybe he was wrong.
"You're… really hot" Jisung whispered, his thumb tracing the line of Minho’s jaw.
Minho let out a tiny, broken whimper, a sound of raw need that Jisung swallowed whole.
The kiss grew sloppy and demanding.
Minho's raw eagerness, despite his inexperience, melted Jisung's composure.
He pulled back slightly, locking eyes with Minho, who seemed slightly out of it.
"Can I take off your shirt?"
Minho nodded, his gaze unwavering.
Jisung’s hands went to the hem of Minho’s oversized t-shirt, slowly pulling it up.
Minho lifted his arms obediently, and the shirt came off, revealing the sculpted torso that Jisung had only seen in the pictures he sent him.
It was even better in person.
Jisung wanted to maul all of that perfect skin.
Jisung's hands immediately went to Minho's waist, pulling him closer, until their chests almost touching.
He leaned in, trailing soft kisses down Minho's neck, tasting his clean skin. Minho shivered, a small, involuntary gasp escaping his lips.
"You like that?" Jisung murmured against his skin.
Minho whimpered, a soft, broken sound.
"Yes. I… I think I like it, it feels good"
Jisung chuckled, delighted by Minho’s honesty.
He continued his assault, his lips, and tongue tracing a path down Minho's chest, over his tight pectorals, and down towards his navel.
He heard Minho's breath hitch, felt his hands come up to grip Jisung’s shoulders, his nails digging in slightly.
"Jisung," Minho gasped, he looked nervous even tho his voice tight with building pleasure.
Jisung looked up, his eyes dark with desire.
"What is it, Hyung?" The honorific slipped out naturally.
"I… I don't know what to do," Minho confessed, his face flushed, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and pure, unadulterated longing.
"You don't have to do anything," Jisung promised, his voice low and reassuring. "Just let me make you feel good." He leaned down, placing a kiss directly over Minho’s heart, feeling the frantic beat against his lips. “Okay?”
“Yeah… yeah okay” Minho nodded.
And Jisung heart did a little flip.
Trying to ignore that, Jisung quickly turned his attention back to Minho, slowly sliding down, until he was left kneeling in front of Minho.
Looking up, he saw Minho's breath hitched, just as Jisung started to pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, letting Minho hard cock spring free.
Minho was big.
Jisung licked his lips while his hand wrapped around Minho’s thick, hard shaft, stroking him slowly, gently, watching Minho's eyes flutter shut.
“Oh… my god,” Minho just said, his head falling back onto the sofa, the words breathless.
"You like it?" Jisung said, his voice laced with desire, his eyes locked on Minho’s face.
Minho clasped his hand over his mouth, nodding frantically.
“Yeah… yeah, it's… ah… good. I didn't know you were… also good with… ah, your hands, Jisung.”
“I am a man of many talents, Hyung,” Jisung purred, emphasizing the honorific, watching Minho bite his own hand to muffle a moan.
A dark, possessive need rose in Jisung's chest. He needed to hear Minho's composed persona shatter completely.
He gently pushed Minho's hand out of the way.
“No… don't do that. I want to hear you, Hyung.”
Minho moaned instantly, the sound raw and uncontrolled.
“You like that, don't you? That I call you Hyung?” Another moan. “Yeah… good. I'm going to make Hyung feel so, so good.”
Jisung leaned in, his tongue tasting the head of Minho's cock. Minho let out a strangled, shuddering gasp.
"Oh, J-Jisung," Minho breathed, his fingers immediately lacing into Jisung's hair, the grip needy.
“What? Are you sensitive? I barely even started,” Jisung murmured, his voice low against Minho’s skin as he took him deeper into his mouth.
Minho’s hips involuntarily bucked up, slamming into Jisung’s face.
And Jisung choked.
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry, i—”
"I usually... would… be able to take that," Jisung said, pulling back to breathe. "But you’re big, Hyung. It barely fits."
Minho snorted, giving him a tiny embarrassed shove at nothing. Jisung smiled at his shyness.
“I kinda want you to make me take you. Would you like that, Hyung?”
Minho's eyes went wide, and he nodded frantically.
Jisung smiled again and took Minho deep into his mouth. He increased the speed and depth, his mouth working Minho with an intuitive rhythm.
Minho started to shed his constricted persona, his moans turning loud, frantic, and completely pornographic.
“Oh… oh my god, Jisung, what… how… how… oh my god!”
Jisung pushed his hand against Minho’s hips, signaling him to start trusting into his mouth faster.
Minho quickly took the hint and started to push.
"You…. feel amazing… your mouth… oh god!" Minho groaned, pulling back just enough to see Jisung. "Don't look at me like that… fudge!”
Jisung muffled a laugh at the soft curse, but still, he let Minho fuck his mouth.
The surrender to Minho's need felt intensely arousing.
Minho’s face was strained, the blush turning his cheeks scarlet.
He was shaking, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
"I… I'm going to… Ah, God! Jisung, I'm close! I…!"
Jisung worked harder, taking Minho deep again, swallowing the thick, hot wave of his climax with greedy, possessive dedication.
Minho broke, his body tensing fully as a loud, guttural moan ripped from his throat, utterly unmasked.
Jisung pulled away, his mouth full, and swallowed everything, a primal, absolute gesture of devotion.
He leaned up and gave Minho a soft, lingering kiss, a gentle claiming of Minho's sticky aftermath.
Minho immediately pulled back, his eyes widening slightly with a flicker of repulsion.
“Wait, gross! Your mouth is… you swallowed all of it?"
Jisung laughed, a genuine, warm sound.
"I did. It tastes like… you. I don't mind."
"Well, I do," Minho frowned, pushing a trembling hand against Jisung's chest. "It tastes weird."
"It's fine, Hyung. You don't have to like it," Jisung reassured him, rising quickly. "I'll be right back."
He returned seconds later, his breath minty-fresh. Minho was staring at the doorway, his expression melted into profound, speechless astonishment.
Minho reached out instantly, pulling Jisung down onto the sofa.
"You… you went to brush your teeth? Because I said it was gross," Minho breathed, his voice thick with a mixture of disbelief and something achingly tender.
"Of course," Jisung murmured, his heart swelling. "Didn't want you to be uncomfortable."
Minho’s control snapped.
He crushed his mouth back onto Jisung's, the kiss now fiercely passionate.
The cold mint was a perfect contrast to the hot, desperate suction of their lips.
"Wait, did you use my brush?" Minho suddenly broke the kiss, his eyes wide with a familiar, clinical disgust.
Jisung laughed and nodded. Minho gave him a disgusted look.
“Disgusting! Jisung, didn't you know that a person's brush has 192,382 bacteria and…”
“Shut up, Hyung”
Jisung laughed again, affectionately, and cut him off with a kiss.
Minho immediately surrendered to the pressure, the analytical thought dissolving as they kissed with tongues and teeth and breathless moans.
Jisung was instantly hard again, throbbing against Minho's hip. Minho's cock was rapidly re-hardening against him, too.
Minho broke the kiss, gasping for air, his eyes dark with immediate, urgent need.
“Okay… okay, I think I'm ready, Jisung. I'm ready for you to de-virginize me."
Jisung couldn't help but laugh, the clinical term so jarringly earnest.
"If you call it that, I might not do it," Jisung teased, pulling back slightly.
Minho rolled his eyes, but his voice was desperate, bordering on a plea.
"If you don't put your dick inside of me now, I will feed you to the cats, Jisung."
Jisung laughed again, his heart soaring, but he nodded.
"Okay, okay. Whatever you want, but should we go to your bedroom?"
Minho shook his head fiercely, his focus locked on the immediate need.
“No… please, just… the lube and condoms are on the counter, in the kitchen. Hurry!”
Jisung smiled but still, he went, quickly returning with the high-quality lube.
Returning, he stopped, watching Minho on the sofa, cheeks pink, mouth open, looking so gloriously out of control.
He looked out of Jisung best fantasies, and he couldn't believe he was about to take his virginity.
Without thinking, Jisung knelt before Minho.
And with minimal effort, he pushed Minho's thighs apart, spreading him on the sofa.
He placed the warm, slick lube on Minho’s rim, his own desire darkening into a possessive hunger.
And Jisung lowered his head and pushed his tongue against Minho's slick, tight entryway.
Minho's gasp was long, loud, and obscene.
"Oh, my God! Jisung!"
Jisung licked, circled, and gently sucked, tracing the sensitive folds of Minho's ass, his breath heating Minho's skin. He was worshiping the core of Minho's control.
He pulled back, adding more lube, and then, slowly, meticulously, he guided his first finger inside. Minho hissed, gripping Jisung's hair, a noise caught between pain and ecstasy.
"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" Jisung whispered, leaning in to kiss Minho's forehead. "Any time."
Minho swallowed, his body trembling, then nodded, his eyes shining.
"Yeah… okay… I trust you."
The words hit Jisung with unexpected force.
I trust you.
The simple statement broke through all the surface noise. Jisung was being trusted with something sacred.
He worked in a second finger, feeling his hole welcoming much better than the first one.
Minho had made an excellent job at opening himself, because he was barely working Minho up, him just swallowing him whole.
Minho made a low whimper, a raw, needy sound.
Then, Jisung adjusted his wrist, his third finger sliding deeper, deliberately hunting for the slick, walnut-sized pressure point inside.
When he found the prostate, Minho roared, his hips arching, so violently his back lifted completely off the sofa.
"FUCK!” This time Minho did cursed, and Jisung smiled, “There! Oh, God, Jisung, don't stop! Please!" Minho begged, his voice high and desperate, completely shattering his analytical composure. "Fuck, fuck… fuck”
Jisung's control snapped. The combination of Minho's complete surrender and his desperate begging was too much.
"I need you now, Jisung" Minho choked out.
Jisung pulled his fingers free and rolled the condom onto his cock almost immediately.
“Okay… okay, are you ready? Because this is going to be intense," Jisung warned, his body trembling while he aligned on Minho's rim.
Minho didn't answer with words. He reached down and guided Jisung home, piercing his heat in one slow, deliberate glide.
Minho gasped, a choked, final sound of surrender, his hips lifting to take every last inch of him.
Jisung growled, burying his face in Minho's neck. Staying there a few moments.
“How do you feel?” Jisung said barely.
Minho just nodded, without opening his eyes.
“Can I move?”
Minho nodded again and Jisung started moving, slow and steady at first.
“God… you're so fucking tight, Hyung ”
Minho moaned and Jisung lost it, he started building into a grinding, sensual pace that made Minho moan, deep, uninhibited sounds that filled the sterile apartment with beautiful, messy reality.
Minho's hands, which had been tentative, now wrapped around Jisung's hips, pulling him deeper, demanding more.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck… I didn't… I didn't know… sex was… like this… fuck...”
Jisung chuckled, breathless, and said.
“It isn't… is… Cause is me Hyung… nobody could have made… you feel like this”
“Yeah… yeah, you're… right, fuck, there… Jisungie” Minho cried, the new, soft nickname making Jisung's entire body clench with pleasure.
Jisung this time was the one he moaned.
The efficiency expert had been completely, beautifully undone by the nerdy boy, he had invited him into his home.
And he felt the familiar hot pool of his own climax gathering.
Minho was completely broken open now, his careful control shattered into beautiful, raw ecstasy.
“Yeah… Yeah… oh my god There… faster, Jisungie”
“I'm close, Hyung! Fuck, I'm going to come," Jisung growled, slamming into the sweet spot that made Minho shout.
Minho’s hips seized up, contracting violently around Jisung.
"Me too! Ah, God, Jisung!”
With a final, desperate drive that buried him completely inside Minho, Jisung spilled his heat, his own body convulsing with a shuddering, powerful release that matched the rhythmic clenching of Minho's walls around him.
Jisung screamed, a raw, loud sound of utter bliss and completion, collapsing over Minho’s shoulder as they both rode the final, shattering wave of their mutual orgasm.
They collapsed onto the sofa, which was now damp with sweat and slick with their mutual fluids.
Their bodies were locked together, Jisung heavy, slick weight draped over Minho.
The only sounds were the frantic, labored pants of two men trying to recover from a daze of sensation.
Minho was completely out of it. His head rested on Jisung's collarbone, his breathing wet and uneven, his body limp.
His eyes were half-lidded, his sharp intellect completely muted by the pleasure he had just experienced.
Jisung, though spent, felt a deep surge of devotion.
He gently disentangled himself enough to grab some tissues from the coffee table and started cleaning Minho´s thighs and the slick area between them.
He then turned his attention to himself, cleaning the excess from his own body with slow, tender strokes.
"Are you okay? Was it what you expected?" Jisung whispered, wiping a stray tear of pleasure from Minho's cheek.
Minho blinked slowly, his focus hazy. He tried to speak, but only managed a faint, sweet whimper.
Jisung chuckled, kissing the top of Minho’s head.
"I'm glad you think so, Hyung. You were also amazing."
Minho’s cheeks flushed again, a deeper shade this time.
He pulled away slightly, sitting up, pulling the blanket from the couch over their naked bodies.
The silence stretched, awkward.
Minho looked down at his lap, a hint of his old composure returning, and before Jisung could break the weird tension.
"I… Jisung," he began, his voice hesitant. "Thank you. For your… patience. And your discretion. It was… a very positive experience."
Jisung’s heart sank a little.
Experience. Positive.
He suddenly didn’t want it to be just an experience.
He wanted more.
He wanted the honest, awkward, cat-loving man who’d just come undone in his arms.
He gently reached out and turned Minho’s face towards him.
"Minho, can I ask you something?"
Minho looked surprised. "Of course."
"Will you… go on a date with me?" Jisung asked, the words tumbling out before he could second-guess himself.
"What?” Minho blinked too many times.
Cute.
Before he could backtrack, Jisung responded.
“Yeah, a real date. Dinner. A movie. Something without… efficient transactions."
Minho stared at him, his perfect features frozen in surprise.
"Why?”
Jisung this time laughed nervously.
“Because I like you… you're handsome, funny, sweet and…”
He didn't finish because Minho interrupted.
“Jisung… you don't have to pretend. I understand the… nature of our interaction. You took my virginity. You were kind. You were thorough. But you don't need to… perform emotional labor now. I know I'm old and…"
Jisung felt a pang of hurt, but also a surge of determination.
He reached out and cupped Minho’s cheek, his thumb gently stroking his skin.
"I'm not pretending, Minho. I'm not performing. I genuinely want to. From the moment I read your profile, I was intrigued. And then I met you, and you're even more fascinating and endearing than I imagined. You're funny, you're smart, you're incredibly hot. I want to get to know you, Minho. All of you."
Minho's eyes widened, a slow, dawning realization spreading across his face. He searched Jisung's gaze, looking for any hint of insincerity. He found none.
"You… you genuinely want to?" Minho whispered, disbelief coloring his tone.
"More than anything," Jisung confirmed, his smile soft and earnest.
A small, hesitant smile bloomed on Minho’s face, fragile and beautiful.
"Then… I would like that, Jisung. Very much."
Jisung let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He leaned in and kissed Minho again, a soft, lingering kiss filled with burgeoning promise.
"Good," Jisung murmured against Minho’s lips. “Because I also kinda want to fuck you again”
Minho laughed, high and bubbly, Jisung love it.
“I think i´ll also like that, besides, i didn´t got to show you how good I am with my hands”
Jisung pulled Minho close, wrapping his arms around him, holding him tight.
Minho, laughed and for the first time, melted completely into the embrace, resting his head on Jisung's shoulder, his body relaxing against him.
Jisung closed his eyes, holding the quiet, contented man in his arms.
He thanked the chaotic universe, his wandering thumb, and all the forgotten gods of matchmaking applications that leading him to Minho, the beautiful, nerdy, cat-loving virgin who just might be the love of his life.