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Jeongin’s not sure how the topic gets brought up in his friend group.
Well, he does, actually. And in a lot more details than he’d like to know.
Jisung finally lost his virginity with his boyfriend, and has made it his mission to let everyone know during a group hangout. With said boyfriend, who’s also part of their friend group, being right in the other room, gone for a few minutes to get snacks for everyone. Yeah, awkward when they’re both your friends and images of them fucking start flashing through your mind. With the specific positions they used too. Since Jisung loves to share details.
No one’s really surprised by the topic, sex hasn’t been a taboo in their friend group, and to be honest, pretty much all of them saw it coming after a few months of Chan and Jisung dating. Even less surprising when they’ve pretty much all sat through hours of Jisung talking about how badly he needs Chan to jump his bones. Jeongin’s usually the one hearing about it the most for some reason, when he really didn’t ask. Just like he didn’t ask when Jisung proudly announces, “Oh yeah, I topped. Channie-Hyung said it would be less stressful for me. And he was so right, gave me the ride of my life. Quite literally,” he finishes off while wiggling his eyebrows. He looks especially goofy when he does this, Jeongin thinks. But he supposes it’s his charm.
A chorus of cheers erupt on Jeongin’s right, Felix and Hyunjin being the reason behind the acclamations. The both of them are clapping their hands, practically giving Jisung a standing ovation. As if he gave the most profound speech ever.
Minho only takes a sip of the drink he’s nursing in his hand, a small, smug smile tugging at his lips. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeongin.
At least Seungmin looks disgusted too, thankfully, with a grimace on his face. Jeongin knew he could count on him.
That is until Changbin walks back into the room with Chan, snacks in hand. Then Jeongin loses all faith in Seungmin. His gaze immediately finds Changbin and his scowl is gone, already distracted. He’s basically just as down bad as Jisung when the buff man is in the room. He may not be vocal about his attraction towards their friend like Jisung is about Chan, but Seungmin’s eyes do all the speaking for him. Jeongin can’t fully blame him to be fair, Changbin is definitely good looking, and Jeongin admires the hard work he puts into getting his muscles, but Seungmin does tend to go a bit too far sometimes.
He’s heard him talk about all the positions Changbin could ideally put him in too many times to count, in the quiet of Seungmin and Felix’s living room, a random TV show playing and alcohol buzzing through their veins. Maybe Seungmin is worse than Jisung actually.
“Whatchu guys talking about?” Chan asks as he sits back down next to Jisung once he places the snacks on the coffee table, his hand finding his thigh a bit too fast for Jeongin’s comfort.
“Something about you giving Jisung the ride of his life for his first time,” Felix answers him, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Okay. The way Chan flushes bright red might be worth hearing all the dirty details of their sex life. It might be the fastest and deepest Jeongin has ever seen him blush. It surpasses the time he’s seen him watch videos after a drunk night out, when he had gotten on a table and started dancing as if no one was watching. Sadly for him, Seungmin was very much watching and even recorded it for all of their friends to see the next morning. Since then Chan has been very careful about his alcohol consumption when they were out.
“Can confirm, Chan-ah is a great ride.”
That’s how all hell breaks loose.
Jisung chokes on his drink. Changbin laughs, quite loudly. Jeongin thinks he hears three different people gasp, then everyone is talking over each other. Minho just calmly sips on his drink again, as if he didn’t just drop a bomb. Jeongin can only look back and forth between Chan and Minho, like he’s watching a tennis match and he has to keep up with the ball. He’s not really a fan of the score for some reason.
“Minho!” Chan almost screeches, his face turning even more red, which Jeongin thought wasn’t possible until now.
“I’m just saying,” Minho shrugs, like everyone in the room isn’t going crazy at the reveal.
“I have so many questions,” Hyunjin speaks up through the chaos.
“Uhm. Hello. Me too,” Jisung urges once he finally catches his breath after choking, Changbin gently hitting his back to help him. “Like, when are we having a threesome then?”
“Jisung!” Chan does screech this time. Jeongin cringes at both the thought of his friends having a threesome and the sound that came out of Chan’s mouth.
Jisung just smiles at his boyfriend, blinking his doe eyes at him. It distracts Chan enough, the room falling silent for a second before Felix speaks up, “The bigger questions, and the ones everyone is thinking about is how? When?”
“No, the biggest question is, Minho-Hyung topped?” Hyunjin adds.
“That is not the biggest question,” Seungmin intervenes, and Jeongin thinks he might not be the only one wanting to switch topics. Until his friend continues, “Have you seen Chan-Hyung’s ass?”
The second time tonight that Seungmin betrays him. Jeongin will remember that.
“Okay, enough.” Chan clears his throat before continuing, “To answer some of your questions, it was a random night a few years ago. We both drank a bit too much, needed a distraction, and thought it was a good idea and it never happened again. Good for everyone?”
“So… No threesome?”
“Jisung.”
“Okay, fine.”
Sensing that Minho and Chan—especially Chan—don’t want to share more information, they soon move on from the topic, Changbin taking out a card game from his bag and bringing another type of chaos to the evening.
Well, everyone but Jeongin moves on. He can’t help but think about what started off this conversation in the first place, his stomach tying itself in knots as he mulls it over.
It’s not like he’s bitter about Jisung losing his virginity and sharing the most excruciating details of all of his wonderful sex life. He really isn’t. He’s happy for him in fact!
Jisung has been talking about it for months, and he’s finally gotten to do it. With Chan nonetheless! Whom he’s been crushing on for possibly the last 3 years. So yes, Jeongin is very happy for him!
He just… has come with the realisation that that means another member of the unpopped cherries club has left, and it only leaves Felix and him as loyal customers. Even then, Felix still has experiences here and there, while Jeongin has absolutely no experience past making out. No handjobs or anything, maybe some light petting but that’s it.
And it’s fine.
It really is.
Okay. He’s lying. It does make him feel left out. A whole lot.
And maybe he shouldn’t! People tell him all the time that he’s still young, there’s no correct age to lose his virginity, he has all the time in the world or that he just hasn’t met the right person yet. He himself has said this to his friends before. Yet, there’s still this urge clawing at his heart in the deepest part of him, the urge for someone to actually find him attractive enough to take him in their bed, for someone to want him.
It’s not that he finds himself ugly by any means, but maybe there’s something about him that puts people off. Maybe his intense shyness, or awkwardness when it comes to actually flirting with someone, when he just gets extremely clumsy and begins stuttering. It’s probably not the sexiest thing, after all.
What he’s thinking must show on his face, as Minho nudges him from his left, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, as if asking ‘Are you okay?’
Jeongin gives him a smile, as well as a small nod to reassure him. It satisfies Minho for now, who just nods back at him. But knowing him, it might get brought up the next time the two of them hang out together. Hopefully Minho forgets it this time.
After that, the evening goes on in a blur for a few more hours, all of them chatting and playing random games, before they decide to call it a night.
It’s only when he’s back in Hyunjin and his apartment, lying awake in his bed after his night routine, that Jeongin gets to think about it. About finally losing his virginity.
It’s not like he’s totally helpless either.
To solve that he could just go to a random bar or club, pick someone in the crowd to take home and lose his virginity to. He’s thought of doing so a thousand times. But it’s not how he imagined his first time to go. Instead, he imagines it would be with someone he knows, someone who’s close to him. Doesn’t have to be a romantic partner, even a friend would do. It just has to be someone who can handle his awkwardness, who doesn’t judge him. Someone he can be vulnerable with.
Now that gets him thinking.
So as any sensible human being, Jeongin draws a mental list of all his close friends, trying to figure out who would be the lucky one to pop his cherry, if they wanted to. As one does.
He can’t even blame one of them for this silly idea, he hasn’t spoken to anyone about this, so his brain is the sole responsible for it.
He starts off with Chan and Jisung, since they’re immediately out of the question. Even though, maybe if he asked they’d be open to it—he knows Jisung would be, considering he just openly asked Chan for a threesome with Minho. But Jeongin isn’t into that, and he doesn’t like the feeling it leaves in his throat just to think about his friends. God knows what they’re up to now since Jisung got “deflowered” as he calls it. He’s heard enough traumatic stories from Changbin when he told him the horrors he’s had to go through even before that, living with them and everything. Poor guy.
Talking about Changbin, Jeongin would rather not get in the middle of whatever he’s got going on with Seungmin. Their weird sexual tension is suffocating to say the least. Maybe Jeongin doesn’t pity Changbin that much, considering the weird manhandling spectacles he puts on with Seungmin in front of all their friend group. Though, Felix doesn’t seem to complain about it, too busy ogling at Changbin’s muscles instead. What a weak man.
Felix is not removed from the list of candidates as of yet though. As far as Jeongin knows, he simply appreciates the visual beauty of Changbin and Seungmin’s shows, but doesn’t want to get in between them. Jeongin has to say he’s a bit surprised at that. But that’s not important now. He hones in on the idea of Felix taking his virginity and finds he’s not completely opposed to it. After all, it’s known in their friend group that Jeongin’s never been a fan of skinship, prefers giving it rather than receiving it if necessary—or if you’re a certain Lee Felix. It would probably make sense for Jeongin to pick him out of all of them. The issue is, Felix has as much experience as Jeongin—which means practically none—and Jeongin doesn’t feel confident enough to be Felix’s first.
On top of that, Jeongin would like to have his first time with someone experienced.
Which means it only leaves two of his closest friends in the list, Hyunjin and Minho.
As much as it would be easy to toss a coin and wait for it to decide his fate, Jeongin wouldn’t want to pick who takes his virginity because a piece of metal said so.
So, he recalls the last time he hung out with the two of them. How they acted with him. Trying to see if that could reveal how’d they be in bed with him.
Immediately the memory of Hyunjin aggressively ruffling his hair and muttering about how ‘He’s the cutest ever’ comes to mind. Not sure how he feels about that yet. Objectively, Hyunjin is very attractive. One of the most beautiful people Jeongin has ever met. Whoever disagrees with that fact must not have actually seen Hyunjin. But a shiver goes down Jeongin’s spine at the thought of Hyunjin possibly calling him cute and cooing over everything he does while they fuck. Yeah, nope.
The remaining contender is Minho then.
His Hyung has only been caring for Jeongin, always looking out for him without being overbearing either. A trait Jeongin can appreciate in him. How he taught him how to drive, without cooing at each good answer he gave to Minho’s questions about the driving rules. How he’ll take him out to his favorite restaurants, and quietly refill Jeongin’s plate without making a big deal about how ‘a young man has to eat’. Sometimes Minho even notices when the friend group gets overwhelming for Jeongin, urging everyone to calm down and switch topics if they're being too loud, knowing that the noise gets too much for him.
Though, he’s also a menace and often joins in on the noisiness, don’t get Jeongin wrong.
He does tend to tease Jeongin a lot less than the other boys, that doesn’t go unnoticed by him either.
It’s actually tough to crack how Minho would be in bed. Not that Jeongin really thought about it before. But now that he gets to, he wonders how he’d act, how he is with his lovers. Would Minho take care of him like he does when they’re usually together? Guiding him so the both of them can feel good? Showing him what it means to be a good partner?
Imagining it now isn’t so bad. Thinking of his friend’s plump lips, of how they’d feel against his, or trailing kisses down his body. Of his hands, how they usually feel when Minho wraps a hand around his bicep, complimenting him on his growth since he started working out, and how they’d look wrapped around his dick.
Fuck.
Now that he has these scenarios in mind, he realises that yes, he’s very much sexually attracted to Minho. And probably wouldn’t mind if he were to be the one to pop his cherry. He pushes the slight guilt of fantasising about his friend aside for now. He’s learnt that Minho has slept with Chan after all, maybe he’d be open about sleeping with Jeongin, right? Yeah, that makes sense.
Then Jeongin has only one thing left to do now. Which is to gather his courage and ask Minho, his dear Hyung, one of his closest friends who he’s known for more than fifteen years, if he’d like to take his virginity. No biggy, right?
It is actually a biggy.
The two of them are at a barbecue spot, one of the many Minho has shared with Jeongin, which quickly became one of his favourites.
Minho had texted him, asking if he was busy, then saying he’d pick him up to get a meal together once Jeongin had said he was free.
So here they are, and Jeongin can’t get himself to fully enjoy the meal, his stomach filled with nerves rather than the delicious meat cooked by his Hyung. His Hyung, who looks dangerously handsome, enough so that Jeongin actually struggles to keep eye contact as Minho talks. Good thing Minho isn’t great with eye contact generally, so he’s probably not noticing anything.
After all, Minho is calmly sitting across from him, his face gentle and focused as he handles the scissors to cut the pork belly they ordered. Completely oblivious of Jeongin’s inner chaos as he admires him. Just because Jeongin can’t look in his eyes, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t look at his face though, his beautiful, carefully-crafted-by-God face and taking in all the little details he can spot. His lips look especially pretty, slightly pouty when he complains about the noise his neighbor makes in the middle of the night. Have they always looked so kissable? Jeongin’s eyes stop to look at Minho’s hands, skillfully managing the utensils to cook the meat just right. His hands, which Jeongin thought about around his dick.
Fuck. Jeongin really needs to get it together.
Minho’s done most of the talking so far—and yes, even if Jeongin struggled, he still listened. The older complained about some of his classes, talked about his hangout with Changbin and Seungmin which ended with Minho basically third wheeling. Now he’s showing pictures of his cats that his mum sent from back home, mentioning that Jeongin should come visit soon. The younger makes a note of that.
There’s a beat of silence, Minho putting his phone back in his pocket, and Jeongin takes it as a sign for him to finally bring up the topic he’s been so nervous to discuss.
“I have something I’d like to talk about,” he finally speaks up, after hesitating for what feels like ten minutes, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie.
Minho simply hums, picking up the meat tongs once again, then flips a piece of meat a few more times on the grill before putting it on Jeongin’s plate, then another one on his own. He doesn’t look very surprised about Jeongin wanting to talk about something, after all it’s not the first time Jeongin opens up to him about his worries during a meal together.
“Is this about what happened the last time we all hung out?”
So he didn’t forget.
“Uhm. Yeah. Kinda?”
“Go ahead then. I’m listening,” he says as he looks over at Jeongin, taking a sip from his cup of water.
“So, uhm. Well. I just…” Jeongin clears his throat, forcing himself to stop playing with his hoodie. How exactly does one even ask their friend to take their virginity?
At least Minho doesn’t urge him on, just humming again to show that he’s paying attention, even as he goes back to grilling the meat—certainly trying to lessen the pressure so that Jeongin can speak freely.
“I’m a virgin.”
That’s definitely a start.
Minho only blinks in quick succession, before nodding slightly, “Well, I thought you were, yeah. What about it?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Almost defensively, Jeongin’s lips jut out, forming a small pout. Not really liking the implication behind Minho’s words.
“You just never really talked about your sex life,” the older only shrugs, casual about it, and pours water in Jeongin’s cup when he notices it’s empty. “I assumed you either didn’t want to talk about it or you didn’t have anything to say, that's all.”
“Oh. Okay. And thank you,” Jeongin grabs his cup of water, emptying it as soon as Minho has filled it. The cold water is refreshing. Helps clear the lump that has formed in his throat.
“Well? What about you being a virgin makes you look like you’re going to piss yourself on the spot?”
Jeongin rolls his eyes at the comment. He’s grateful for it though. The casual teasing makes him relax, he could almost forget about what he wants to ask Minho. “I just. Don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”
Now that grabs Minho’s attention more, putting the meat tongs down and finally looking up at Jeongin, rather than the grill. Which doesn't help Jeongin with the nerves when his Hyung is directly looking at him.
“Well, for starters, what has brought this on?”
“I mean… I don’t know? I just feel left out, like I’m missing out on something. And Jisung having his first time with Chan made me think about losing my virginity too.”
“And you’re not just rushing yourself? You would really be ready for it?”
Jeongin appreciates the concern but he’s been ready. It’s not like he’s suddenly thinking about it for the first time in his life. He just never found the right person for it, never dating long enough for it to happen and not looking for a quick hook-up for his first time. Is it really rushing if he’s been ready and waited all these years?
“I’m not rushing myself,” Jeongin shrugs, “I just think it’s time to do something about it.”
“And what exactly do you want me to do about it?”
At that, Jeongin turns his head away, not able to handle eye contact when making such a demand. He finds himself biting his lips nervously, his face surely turning bright red by now. Maybe he can blame it on the heat radiating from the grill.
“Do you…” Minho hesitates, “Do you want me to introduce you to someone?”
“No,” Jeongin rushes to decline, waving his hands in front of him. “No, not at all.”
“Okay. I won’t,” he replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ”But you have to tell me, Iyen-ah. I can’t read your mind,” he gently encourages, his voice soft, like he’s asking one of his cats to get out of its hiding spot.
Fine. Here it goes.
His gaze finds Minho’s face again, making eye contact as he asks, “Would you sleep with me?”
There, the cat is finally out of the bag.
“What?” Minho blinks again: once, twice, thrice, his lips opening in a pretty round ‘o’ shape.
“You heard me,” Jeongin grumbles, stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of rice to save time, waiting for the question to sink in. He would laugh at Minho’s dumbfounded face if only it wasn’t aimed towards him and his request.
Then something shifts.
First on Minho’s face, when he probably realises that Jeongin isn’t joking. Then the older’s gaze as it travels down from Jeongin’s face to his upper body, like he’s contemplating the idea. Jeongin would feel self-conscious about it, if it wasn’t for the look in Minho’s eyes, one that makes Jeongin feel like he’s one of the pieces of meat getting grilled.
It makes a shiver run down Jeongin’s spine.
“Are you sure about this?”
“You don’t have to say yes of course! I understand if you don’t want to. I get it if it’s embarrassing or you don’t see me like that. I just…”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Minho interrupts Jeongin’s rambling, quickly shutting off any negative thoughts he could have. Jeongin will think about the implications behind that statement later.
“I just need time to think about it more, Iyeni.” Something nudges Jeongin’s foot, and he soon recognises that it’s Minho’s own one, gently tapping against his. As if reassuring him on top of his words. “And you think about this too. Really think about it and what it means to you. Don’t just do it because you think everyone around you is doing it and you should follow like a sheep. Got it?”
Jeongin nods. Time. Yeah, he can do this. He can give Minho (and himself) time. He can tell his Hyung is taking this seriously, and he’s glad. Even if it doesn’t happen, and Minho isn’t the one to take his virginity, he’s happy the older was so open about it, so judgement-free. Deep down, Jeongin already knows he’s made the right choice.
“Good. Now just eat,” he juts his chin out towards Jeongin’s full plate, the one Minho has been filling while Jeongin talked. “And tell me more about the new game you’ve been playing.”
And give them time, Jeongin does. Even though it kills him to wait for his Hyung’s reply. His restlessness hasn’t gone unnoticed by Hyunjin.
“Okay now I’m getting worried. Just what is making you so antsy?” He asks, pausing the movie they’re watching.
Jeongin sighs, putting his phone down once again after checking for any messages from Minho. “Nothing.”
“Nothing is making you check your phone every 2 seconds?” If looks could kill, the side eye Hyunjin is giving him right now would definitely be powerful enough to do so.
“Yup,” Jeongin simply replies, with a pop on the last consonant.
“Is ‘Nothing’ the name of the person you’re dating?”
“What? No,” Jeongin frowns, quickly shaking his head. “I’m not dating anyone.”
“Mhm, sure,” Hyunjin hums, seemingly unconvinced. “What’s up then?”
“None of your business.”
“It is my business if it’s ruining the mood of our movie night!”
Hyunjin may take their movie nights very seriously, but he does have a point. Jeongin hasn’t been the most attentive tonight, barely watching the movie playing on the laptop settled between them—he’s not even sure what Hyunjin decided to put on in the end. Instead he’s just waiting, hoping to get an answer from Minho.
“Fine,” Jeongin starts, playing with the strings of his hoodie, “I’m waiting for Minho-Hyung to text me.”
“What?” Hyunjin shoots up from his lying position, his voice rising in volume. “You’re dating Minho-Hyung?”
“No! I’m telling you I’m not dating anyone!” Jeongin quickly shuts down the idea once again, though it might be a bit too defensive.
“What does he have to tell you if you’re going to be so restless about it?”
There’s a beat of silence, Hyunjin waiting for him to answer. It gives Jeongin the time to ponder if he really wants to tell Hyunjin this. Well, he can share details about his (potential) sex life too, the entire group doesn’t hold back. Especially not Hyunjin. Jeongin had his fair share of nights spent wearing his headphones to cover up the noises Hyunjin and his partner were making.
The thought that Minho might not want the others to know about this flees through Jeongin’s mind. Then he remembers the stunt he pulled during their last group hangout—as much as he dislikes thinking about it—so he thinks Minho wouldn’t mind.
“Earth to Jeongin?”
“He has to tell me if he’s going to take my virginity,” Jeongin deadpans, like just saying it isn’t making his heart race.
Hyunjin stares at Jeongin, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “...What?”
“Hey, funny, he said the same thing when I asked him,” Jeongin quips, chuckling at Hyunjin’s slow reaction, like he’s still putting the pieces together.
“Jeongin. What.”
Okay now he’s connected the dots, given the flabbergasted look that Hyunjin is giving him. Jeongin can only smile back at him. Maybe he gets why his friends love sharing details about their sex life. It’s kind of thrilling.
“Why?”
“Huh?”
“Why him and not me?” Hyunjin suddenly whines, kicking his feet like he’s a kid in the middle of the supermarket, throwing a tantrum because his parents didn’t buy him the toy he wanted.
That’s not the question Jeongin expected.
“My baby… picking someone else but me…”
And there’s the answer to Hyunjin’s question. But that’s also how Jeongin knows he’s just playing around.
“Okay, drama queen,” Jeongin huffs, rolling his eyes playfully.
“What does he have that I don’t?” Hyunjin keeps his play up, still very much whining, and even pouting now.
“The ability to not be overdramatic,” Jeongin provides helpfully.
“Hm,” Hyunjin settles back down on his bed, calming down, “I guess you have a point.”
Then, it finally happens.
His phone dings. Jeongin rushes to turn it on, almost frantically, checking for any notification. He gulps when he sees he’s gotten multiple messages from the one person he’s been waiting for.
Nosy as ever, Hyunjin is leaning over his shoulder to see his phone, like he’s involved too. Jeongin shoots up from the bed, running to his bedroom, leaving a complaining Hyunjin behind. He’ll live.
Jeongin makes sure to lock the door behind him, even though he’s sure Hyunjin got the message by now and wouldn’t burst through the door to see. But we never know. When that’s done he rushes to unlock his phone and gets on the messaging app. There’s a second where he overthinks, wondering if Minho didn’t just shut him down, and Jeongin just embarrassed himself in front of one of his closest friends for nothing.
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:39 PM)
Did you think about it more?
I have my answer, but I want to know if you’re still up for this
That… doesn’t look like a rejection, Jeongin thinks. His thumbs practically fly across the screen as he types back.
Jeongin (8:39 PM)
YES
i mean, yes. im still up for it
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:41 PM)
Eager, aren’t we?
Then my answer is yes, i’ll sleep with you
If you’ll still have me
Jeongin feels his face heating up at the teasing comment. Then proceeds to reread the second message at least 5 times. The situation is getting a lot more real. Not in a bad way though. A warm, tingling sensation starts to settle in Jeongin’s stomach.
Jeongin (8:42 PM)
of course, i’ll still have you
you’re the only one i asked
There’s a small pause before the three dots appear on his screen, followed by a message.
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:43 PM)
Oh? Am i?
Okay, Jeongin really needs to start thinking before sending messages.
Jeongin (8:43 PM)
Anyways.
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:44 PM)
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Anyways.
There’s a few things i want to discuss before we do this
He’s really serious about this, isn’t he? Jeongin thinks as he sits down on his bed while typing.
Jeongin (8:45 PM)
like
now?
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:46 PM)
Yes
Except if you think it’s better to talk face to face
But i think you’d prefer we talk about some things by text
He has a point. Knowing himself, Jeongin would most probably get embarrassed figuring out the technicalities of it all. He’s sure Minho wouldn’t make fun of him per se, but at the end of the day his friend is still a tease. Who knows if he wouldn’t take pleasure in seeing Jeongin squirm around from embarrassment. Hm. That’s definitely a thought to have.
Jeongin (8:48 PM)
hit me with it then
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:48 PM)
Didn’t think you were into that ㅋㅋ
[Jeongin reacted 👎 to “Didn’t think you were into that ㅋㅋ”]
More seriously
Would you prefer to top or bottom?
I don’t mind either. I just wasn’t sure which one you’d be more comfortable with.
Oh this is getting real. And Jeongin doesn’t know to be honest. Whenever he thought of losing his virginity, he did imagine himself topping more, but it’s not like he’s never thought of bottoming either. And well. Maybe he’s tried fingering himself a few times before. Who hasn’t? After some more reflection, he comes to the conclusion that he wouldn’t want to bottom for his first time, it’s a position he considers too vulnerable.
Jeongin (8:50 PM)
hmm
i didn’t really think of that?
but
i think I’d like to top
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:51 PM)
Okay, sounds good to me, aegi
My place or yours?
Jeongin (8:51 PM)
your place?
unless you want hyunjin to possibly walk in on us
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:52 PM)
Hm. No.
My place it is
There’s something about the first message that has Jeongin’s head spinning. A hint of possessiveness, maybe? Whatever, not the time to think about it.
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:53 PM)
What do you think of kissing?
Jeongin (8:53 PM)
hm
it’s nice?
kissing’s fine
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:54 PM)
Noted
Jeongin (8:54 PM)
anything else?
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:55 PM)
We’re missing a date
What.
When do you want it to be?
Oh. Not sure what Jeongin thought there.
Jeongin (8:55 PM)
i have the day off on friday? would that work for you?
It definitely feels a bit weird to schedule such an event, but Jeongin finds he doesn’t mind that much since it helps him mentally prepare for it. He doesn’t go as far as to put it down in his calendar, though.
Minho-Hyung 🐈 (8:57 PM)
Friday works for me
I get home at 5, you can come over by 6
Jeongin (8:58 PM)
Friday at 6 then
It’s Friday. 6PM. (Finally)
And here they are, in Minho’s living room, sitting across from each other on the L-shaped couch. Minho’s sitting comfortably, slightly leaning back against the backrest, manspreading like he usually does. It’s different to see it now though, knowing what’s to come in possibly the next hour. Jeongin gulps as his gaze moves down his firm chest to his soft tummy, slightly bulging out over his tight jeans, then to his muscular thighs, highlighted by the position. For a second Jeongin wonders how they’d feel against him.
He can tell Minho is trying to act like everything is normal, like they’re not going to fuck in a bit, like Jeongin won’t be inside him. Well. Trying is the keyword. Minho may be casually talking about his day, but his eyes hold a gaze full of desire that Jeongin is seeing for the first time. Or second, since they met up at the restaurant and Minho looked over his body like he’d have him for dessert.
Except this time Jeongin knows he isn’t making it up.
There’s something scary about the thought, but it’s easily overshadowed by the excitement Jeongin feels, his heartbeat fluttering.
Then Minho moves closer, his hand finding its way to rest on Jeongin’s thigh, rubbing his thumb in a small circle, the touch a comforting presence for Jeongin.
“You’re still up for this?” He asks, his voice soft.
“Hyung, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” Jeongin replies, his eyes glancing down at the hand on his thigh before looking at Minho.
“Don’t get all sassy with me now. You can change your mind at any time.”
At that, Jeongin relaxes, his Hyung simply not wanting anything to go bad, or make Jeongin uncomfortable. Once again, he can’t help but feel like he made the right choice when asking Minho for this. The older continues, “If I’m going too fast, or if you don’t like anything, I want you to tell me. Same for me, I will tell you if there’s anything I don’t like, okay?”
Jeongin nods. For a quick second he thinks he might really understand that ‘consent is sexy’ thing now.
“And if you want to take a break, or stop altogether, it’s fine. I just want this to be good for us, especially you.”
Jeongin probably looks like one of these bobble-head dolls by now, with the way he keeps nodding, just to show that he listened, and especially understood.
“Good,” Minho hums, his eyes flicking down to Jeongin’s lips. “Now, can I kiss you?”
Jeongin doesn’t even reply to that, simply leaning forward to press their lips together. Minho’s lips are even softer than Jeongin imagined. It takes a second before Minho’s kissing him back, lips moving gently against Jeongin’s. It starts off slow, maybe a bit too slow for the tension that radiates between them. Too chaste for a one-time thing, even if the ‘thing’ in question is taking Jeongin’s virginity. But that way Jeongin can properly appreciate the breathy sounds that get pulled out of Minho, the taste of his cherry lip balm, the comforting touch of his hand on his thigh.
Then the kiss deepens, from gentle to almost desperate, with Jeongin parting his lips, letting himself take more. And Minho doesn’t hesitate to give him what he wants, slipping his tongue inside. There’s the hunger that Jeongin saw in his eyes. Minho’s hand squeezes his thigh, at the same time as Jeongin rests his on the older’s nape, threading his fingers through the end of Minho’s hair.
Jeongin soon finds himself with a lapful of Minho as their lips keep meeting. The younger’s hands drop to hover over Minho’s thighs, almost hesitantly.
The older pulls away from their kiss, just far enough for him to whisper against Jeongin’s lips, “You can touch if you want, baby.”
With the permission given now, Jeongin doesn’t hesitate, his hands landing on Minho’s thighs, squeezing appreciatively at the give of the muscles. It coaxes a soft, pleased sigh out of Minho’s lips, before he pulls Jeongin in for another kiss, just as heated as the first one.
Emboldened by the reaction, Jeongin’s hands roam over Minho’s thighs, before sliding up higher and behind him to settle on his ass, giving it a small squeeze, eliciting such a pretty moan from Minho, his hands gripping Jeongin’s shoulders. He already knows the sound will haunt him.
They kiss for a little while, Minho’s soft hands—how are they so soft?—coming up to gently cup Jeongin’s face. Jeongin’s not sure how much time passes, lost in the feeling of Minho’s lips against him, in the familiar citrusy scent of Minho’s cologne. A whine almost leaves Jeongin’s lips when Minho pulls away once again, trying to catch his breath.
“You know. I didn’t think you’d be such a great kisser, Iyeni,” Minho says, breathless.
Jeongin glares at him for that comment, “I have kissed other people before, thank you.”
“You didn’t go as far with other people though, did you, baby?” The smile on Minho’s face is smug when he asks.
“No, I haven’t. Only with you, Hyung.”
“Good,” Minho simply says, then tugs Jeongin in another kiss, this one hungrier, their tongues meeting messily, drool spilling out at the corner of Jeongin’s mouth—impossible to tell whose it is.
Jeongin can’t think past the arousal steadily building in his stomach. Is he really getting hard from a bit of kissing? All he knows is he can feel Minho smile against his lips, before he gives a slow roll of his hips on top of him, one that has Jeongin cursing. “Fuck. Bedroom, now, please.”
Jeongin may sound pathetic, begging already, but it’s worth any embarrassment he could feel when Minho groans in reaction. Plus, is there anything his Hyung wouldn’t do for him, after all? Jeongin highly doubts it by now.
They part from the kiss with a soft, slick sound, before Minho nods, a slight smirk tugging on his lips. “Bedroom now.”
The older stands up and Jeongin follows suit, legs already weak just from the kissing, before they head to the room. They’re clumsy as they go, almost desperately clinging to each other. Jeongin holds onto Minho’s waist as he buries his face in the older’s neck, trailing kisses down to his collarbone. Minho bites his lips—though Jeongin would rather hear his pretty noises again—the older’s hands squeezing Jeongin’s bicep, before wandering freely over his shoulders and landing on his chest.
Thankfully the door was left open and they can walk in easily, until Jeongin slightly trips over nothing—literally nothing, Minho’s room being too clean for Jeongin to trip over anything. Minho only laughs at him, like any friend would, before pulling Jeongin in a small kiss and tugging him towards the bed, definitely not like any friend would.
Jeongin’s back hits the bed when Minho pushes him onto the mattress, before he straddles his lap once more, a welcome weight as Jeongin’s hands find their way back on Minho’s thighs. Not squeezing, just enjoying the feel of them.
Minho looks unreal like this. On top of him, his lips swollen and red from all the kissing, his hair mussed from Jeongin’s fingers, a faint blush expanding over his neck. Jeongin feels like he’s looking up at God Himself, his mouth agape, hands itching to touch all over Minho’s body. Jeongin thinks he’d worship him if he asked him to.
Minho only chuckles at his reaction, leaning down to press kisses against his neck and tugging at Jeongin’s shirt, “Take this off.”
Quite eagerly, Jeongin listens to the command, sitting up to take his shirt off when his chest bumps against Minho’s head.
“Ouch,” Minho flinches away, a hand coming up to rub his forehead, “Careful, baby. We have time.” A part of Jeongin feels bad for it, almost afraid he ruined the mood with his clumsiness, but he relaxes when he notices the smile on Minho’s face, even as he playfully winces and rubs his head. Truly, Jeongin’s chest isn’t hard enough for it to hurt. Jeongin laughs at the older, who’s still wincing. It’s like he’s watching a football player on the field after a fall.
“Okay, now come on. It didn't actually hurt.”
“Oh but it did.” There’s the smirk Jeongin has gotten to know even more tonight, appearing once again on Minho’s face. “And only you actually taking off your shirt can make it better.”
Jeongin scoffs, though his hands already move to the hem of his shirt. “Normally a kiss would be enough.”
“We’ll see about a kiss when you get naked.”
Jeongin playfully groans, but he still indulges Minho’s demand and tugs his shirt off. He feels Minho’s eyes on him as he does. How Minho’s eyes travel over his arms—though they were exposed already by his short sleeves—before moving across his chest. His gaze stops there for a second, before leaning down to his defined abs. A shiver goes down Jeongin’s spine at the look, full with intent, as Minho licks his lips.
All the hard work he’s recently put in the gym feels so worth it, if only for how Minho is looking at him.
“You look good, baby,” Minho finally says.
“Just good?”
“Good enough to eat,” he completes, a small smirk on his face.
Jeongin melts at the flirty remark, feeling his entire body begin to flush, before saying, “Just take yours off too.”
“Oh?” Minho quirks an eyebrow at him, “Where did my polite boy go?”
“Hyung…” It almost sounds like a whine. “Please.”
It’s all it takes for Minho to cave in and take his shirt off, revealing his skin inch by inch. Revealing his firm pecs that beg to be touched, his scar from a childhood surgery, and his soft tummy that deserves to be worshipped. Jeongin simply wants to give in. So he does, reaching up to trail his fingers across Minho’s soft skin, tracing around his surgery scar, appreciating the soft sigh he earns from Minho.
“You’re pretty too, Hyung,” Jeongin whispers earnestly against Minho’s skin as he presses a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
The tip of Minho’s ears turn bright red. “Just shut up and take off your pants," he urges, moving off Jeongin to make the task easier for him and avoid them bumping into each other again.
The younger only laughs, reaching to unbutton his pants and shucking them down his thighs. Minho doesn’t wait for Jeongin to ask him to undress this time, taking his own sweatpants off.
Jeongin gets distracted in his task as his eyes set on Minho’s body. His mouth waters at the sight of Minho’s erection through his boxers, hard and leaking, if the wet patch on the front is anything to go by. It seems like it’s pretty much the same length as Jeongin’s.
It’s only when Minho also tugs his boxers off that Jeongin thinks it’s a shame it won’t be put to use. Jeongin could definitely think twice about bottoming for it. Though he can appreciate it in another way until then.
“How come you’re not naked yet?” Minho teases, a smug smile on his face.
“Hyung, can I suck you off?”
That takes the two of them by surprise. Minho from the request, and Jeongin from the fact that he actually said that out loud.
There’s a small pause. But before Jeongin can overthink and try to take it back, Minho asks.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I want to try. Want to make Hyung feel good.”
“Fuck,” Minho groans, “Fine. Anything you want, baby. How do you want me?”
The question catches him off guard and he takes a second to think about it. The visual of him kneeling in front of his Hyung as he sucks him off flashes through his mind, his own cock pulsing in his underwear at the thought. However he also thinks of the ache he’d feel in his knees, and doesn’t find it as attractive anymore. Not this time at least.
“Just on your back, comfier.”
Minho nods, getting in position. If Jeongin thought Minho on top of him was a beautiful sight, Minho under him feels just as unreal. Jeongin leans over him, and the look that Minho gives him as he stares up at him, with round eyes and his face flushed makes his heart race.
A hand settles on Jeongin’s nape, and he’s pulled into yet another kiss. It doesn’t last long, Jeongin pulling away to mouth along Minho’s jaw and down his neck, the older sighing and letting his fingers brush through Jeongin’s hair. The kisses trail lower and Minho’s breath hitches when Jeongin leaves one next to his nipple. Jeongin looks up at him, and it’s a miracle he doesn’t cum on the spot when he sees Minho’s face twist in pleasure as he takes the bud in his mouth, or when he hears the soft moan Minho lets out when he sucks on it.
The fingers in his hair tighten, slightly tugging it.
“Iyeni—aah—sensitive, baby.”
He reluctantly pulls away, filing the information for later before he continues his journey downwards, right where Minho’s cock leaked precum. He laps it up, the taste salty on his tongue. He doesn’t dislike it though.
It’s only when he’s practically eye to eye with Minho’s dick that he starts to get nervous for the first time tonight. It’s one thing to see it from afar but up close like this, it’s even bigger than he expected.
Minho must sense his nervousness, as he runs a gentle hand through Jeongin’s hair, “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
Though Minho must have forgotten that Jeongin never backs down from a challenge, and as scary as Minho’s dick may be, it will end up in Jeongin’s mouth.
“No, I want to do it.” Jeongin assures him, nodding firmly.
“Would it help if Hyung tells you what to do? What Hyung likes?”
Somehow that sounds a lot hotter than it should.
“Yes, please,” Jeongin whispers breathlessly.
“Hmm,” Minho hums softly, “So polite again. Good boy.”
The whimper that Jeongin lets out is honestly pathetic, he wasn’t even aware he could make such a noise. Minho’s eyes slightly widen at the sound.
“Shit. You like that? Like being Hyung’s good boy?”
The only thing Jeongin can do is nod under his Hyung’s watchful eyes.
“You do? Tell me baby. Need to hear you.”
“I like it, Hyung. Like being your good boy,” Jeongin says, his voice breathy.
In this position, it’s impossible to miss the way Minho’s dick twitches at the words. Jeongin’s glad he’s not the only one affected by all this.
Subconsciously, one of Jeongin’s hands makes its way to wrap around the base of Minho’s cock. That, he’s familiar with, even if he has never done it to anyone else but himself. What he’s not familiar with is Minho’s reaction to the touch, how he jerks forward, a groan leaving his pretty lips.
Minho doesn’t say more, simply sighs and Jeongin can see his body relax at his touch. He takes it as encouragement and starts slowly moving his hand up and down, like he would to himself, only the angle is different.
He smears precum down the length when Minho winces at the dryness, then spits on his palm for good measure, before wrapping his hand once again around Minho.
Jeongin decides to get more comfortable for the next part, lying down on his stomach. The pressure on his hard cock makes him groan, giving a slow roll of his hips against the mattress to feel it once more. Minho coos at him, “Feels good, hm? You can hump the bed if you want to.”
God, does it make Jeongin feel pathetic, the way Minho is giving him permission, like finally letting a dog get its treat after holding it in front of it. He bites back a whimper, stilling his hips. He wants to focus on Minho first.
He presses a few kisses on Minho’s inner thigh, before getting closer to his crotch. When he does, he’s hit with a musky scent, there’s still some remnants of Minho’s vanilla body wash, along with a woodsy smell that’s just so Minho.
When Jeongin finally musters up the courage, he takes a deep breath before wrapping his plush lips around the tip, simply getting used to the foreign feeling and the salty taste of it. Though he’s not sure where to go from here, does he just take him all the way? He probably should have done some research to prepare, look up a WikiHow or something.
“You can just use your tongue on the tip, feels nice,” Minho instructs him, surely sensing his hesitation.
So Jeongin does, trying a few things to figure out which one coaxes out the prettiest noises from Minho. He wants to learn exactly where Minho is most sensitive, wants to learn how to make him feel good. He kisses the tip a few times, thinking that it’s something he’s seen people do so it must be pleasant, then playfully teases the slit with the tip of his tongue, lapping up the precum that leaks from it, humming at the salty taste.
“Fuck,” Minho curses, throwing his head back, “just like that baby. Doing good.”
At the praise, Jeongin fully wraps his lips around Minho’s cock, then lowers his head, taking Minho deeper, and getting used to the unfamiliar weight on his tongue. He’s drooling at this point, some of it pooling around the tip and dripping down Minho’s length.
Jeongin feels a surge of confidence rushing through him when Minho’s fingers tighten in his hair, the slight pain motivating him to try and take Minho further. That’s when he makes his first mistake. Eager to please his Hyung and make him proud, he gags around Minho’s cock as it hits the back of his throat.
Jeongin pulls off with a wet pop, eyes tearing up at the feeling and coughing wetly as his lungs catch up.
Before he can even start to overthink about it, Minho rushes to soothe him, “It’s okay baby, you’re doing great,” he assures, “You don’t have to take it all. It’s perfect like this.”
“Wanted to make you feel good,” Jeongin says, almost petulantly.
“And you did, Iyeni. You’re doing so well for me. My good boy.”
Jeongin lets out a small whine at that before Minho tugs him up, bringing him into a hungry kiss. It’s hard to tell who likes the praise more between them, with how desperate they both are while kissing. Minho groans when he tastes himself on Jeongin’s tongue, a sound that Jeongin swallows up with his own mouth.
When they part, Minho gently says, “We can try again if you want, no need to rush though.”
Jeongin nods, trailing down once again and soon enough, his mouth is back on Minho’s cock, kissing and suckling on the tip.
“You can use your hands too, baby, that’ll make Hyung feel even better,” he suggests, his breath hitching when Jeongin listens, immediately setting a slow pace with his hand.
“Yeah, just like that,” Minho groans. “Feels amazing.”
A warm feeling swells in Jeongin’s chest, knowing that he’s giving pleasure to Minho, knowing that he’s doing good instilling pride in him.
He keeps the slow pace with his hand, but he gets more confident with his mouth, taking Minho in deeper once again, not enough for him to gag this time though. Just enough so he can start bobbing his head up and down. He’s perhaps overeager with it, and maybe a little messy, drool dripping down onto his hand, but judging by the moans Minho lets out and the way his thighs tenses, the older enjoys it too.
Jeongin’s not ready for the sight that meets his gaze when he glances up. Minho’s looking back at him, his lips parted and his eyebrows furrowed. Pleasure suits him. It makes him look angelic, enough for Jeongin to want to drop to his knees and worship him—though he supposes he is, in a way.
Jeongin blinks wetly at him, keeping eye contact. That way he sees Minho bite back a moan and notices his free hand clutching the sheets when Jeongin fastens his hand’s movement. The reaction makes pride shoot through him, coiling warm in his stomach.
It motivates him to try again, lowering his head and taking Minho deeper. This time he doesn’t panic when the tip hits the back of his throat, only taking a deep breath and swallowing around it.
Minho’s hand tightens in his hair, his back arching off the bed. The slight sting makes Jeongin hum, the vibrations only making Minho moan louder, “Jeongin—ah—oh my God.”
Minho moaning his name will haunt Jeongin forever. How breathy and pretty it sounds.
He wants to keep hearing it.
He goes back to bobbing his head up and down, taking Minho in further each time he goes down, his hand still keeping its fast pace at the base.
Minho’s stomach tenses under him, his thighs slightly trembling in pleasure. “Shit. Off, baby.” Minho gasps, tugging at Jeongin’s hair to pull him away, “Off, I’m close.”
Jeongin listens, pulling off and catching his breath, Minho’s dick slapping wetly against his tense stomach from the unreached climax. The hand in Jeongin’s hair lets up, hitting the mattress as Minho catches his breath too, his hair disheveled and a smile on his face.
“You’re a menace, you know that?” Minho chuckles, slightly still out of breath, before adding in a soft voice, “That was perfect, baby.”
“Was it? Was I really good?” Jeongin asks, eager to hear his Hyung praise him once more.
“You were amazing.”
Jeongin smiles at the confirmation, leaning down to press soft kisses on Minho’s tummy—it’s right there, can you blame him for wanting to show it some appreciation?
Minho sighs softly, Jeongin feeling him relax under his touch. “Just. Gimme a minute.”
Jeongin only laughs softly, breath hitting Minho’s skin and making him squirm under him. “That good?”
“You have no idea.”
There’s a beat of silence, Minho running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair as he keeps leaving kisses on his body, heading higher until he can pull Minho in a soft kiss. Jeongin didn’t think he liked kissing that much until tonight, but there’s something enchanting with Minho’s lips that makes him want to keep going back for more.
The kiss stays chaste, a contrast with all that’s happened until now, but it lets the two of them relax before the rest.
Jeongin pulls away, Minho smiling and nodding at him. “Okay, I’m fine now. You want to prep me? Or do you want to watch as I do it?”
Jeongin’s brain malfunctions for a second, really considering the two options, before he breathes out, “I want to do it.”
Minho nods and reaches over towards the bedside table, taking the bottle of lube that had been set on top of it—Jeongin didn’t even notice it was there—and hands it to Jeongin.
“Here, baby,” he says, lying back down on his back.
Jeongin takes the bottle in hand, uncapping it and spreading lube over his fingers, warming it up.
Jeongin shuffles closer, his clean hand roaming up Minho’s leg.
The older’s thighs tense when Jeongin’s lubed fingers circle the tight rim of Minho’s hole, showing off the muscles. For a second, Jeongin thinks of biting the skin there, wondering what it would look like covered in purple marks.
The small whine that Minho lets out brings him back to his task, and he finally slips the first finger in.
There’s nothing more gorgeous than the way Minho throws his head back, showing off the expanse of his neck, his lips parting open around a satisfied moan as Jeongin slowly and carefully presses in.
“Fuck,” Minho sighs, “You can move, Iyeni.”
Once given the approval, Jeongin starts to pump his finger in and out, curling it every so often.
Minho lifts his head to look at him, with a questioning look on his face, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“I mean. Just… on myself.”
Minho curses at that, setting his head against the pillow with a slight laugh. “Fuck, why is that so hot? You should let me top next time, baby.”
Jeongin doesn’t even have time to think about the insinuation of a ‘next time’ when Minho adds, “You can add another one.”
And of course, like the obedient boy that he is, Jeongin starts the press of a second one, still as carefully as the first one. Minho’s breath hitches when he does, before he lets out a shaky sigh.
It’s such an intimate moment. Jeongin’s sole focus is on Minho, his reactions, his gaze on Jeongin and the way he feels around his fingers.
When Minho nods wordlessly, his mouth agape, Jeongin keeps moving his fingers, slow and careful as he stretches Minho open. Switching between sliding the two digits in and out and scissoring them open and closed.
“Is this good?” Jeongin asks.
“Mhm,” Minho hums, “You’re doing much better than when I first prepped someone else.”
At that, Jeongin drops his head down to bite the skin on his inner thigh, reprimanding him.
“Hey!” Minho shoots up, a frown on his face, “What was that for?”
“You shouldn’t be talking about other men when my fingers are stretching you for my cock.”
Minho only chuckles breathlessly, “Possessive, baby?”
Jeongin doesn’t want to admit it, simply sucking over the bitten spot, hoping that a bruise will form on Minho’s skin and answer his question.
“It’s cute. I’m all yours, Iyeni.” For tonight, Jeongin’s mind supplies.
It’s all the encouragement Jeongin needs to keep kissing the older’s inner thigh, switching between simple kisses and licking and biting, wanting to leave his mark on Minho. Make him remember how good Jeongin made him feel when he sees the marks the next few days.
Jeongin adds a third finger, focusing on stretching Minho as he sucks more marks across his skin, Minho’s soft and breathy moans motivating him.
Once he’s satisfied, Jeongin pulls back to admire his work, a smug smile setting on his face when he sees the results. The pretty mix of red and purple on his thighs, Minho’s fucked out look on his face, the way Jeongin’s fingers disappear inside Minho.
“Aah—I’m ready, baby.”
“Are you sure?” Jeongin looks up at Minho. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Minho chuckles before reassuring him, “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Jeongin then pulls his fingers out, wiping the leftover lube on the bedsheets—it’s not like they’re clean anyways now.
Minho sits up in front of Jeongin, a hand cupping the younger’s face, his thumb gently swiping across his sharp cheekbones. “Now lay down and let Hyung do all the work. Just relax,” Minho pecks Jeongin’s lips before adding, “and look pretty for me.”
Jeongin can feel his face heat up, though he does what he’s told and lies down on his back. Minho reaches for the nightstand once again, this time for a condom and rips it open before rolling it on Jeongin’s dick, the younger biting back a moan at the feeling.
Minho then straddles his thighs, picking up the discarded bottle of lube and squirting a good amount in his own hand, before wrapping it around Jeongin’s leaking cock. A high-pitched moan escapes Jeongin before he can stop himself. It’s the first time he’s properly getting touched tonight—well the first time he’s getting touched by someone else full stop—and it’s already so much. It’s (thankfully) short-lived though—Jeongin’s not sure how long he would have lasted otherwise—Minho’s hand leaving him once the older is satisfied.
“You ready, Iyeni?” Minho asks, voice so gentle and reassuring as he moves up to straddle Jeongin’s stomach.
Jeongin nods. “Yeah, ‘m ready.”
Minho smiles at him, before reaching back behind himself, guiding the head of Jeongin’s cock to his hole. His free hand braces itself on Jeongin’s shoulder as he slowly lowers himself down—well tries—Jeongin’s hands coming up to hold Minho’s hips, stopping him in the process.
“Hah, oh- oh god, Hyung,” Jeongin whimpers.
The tip is barely inside of Minho, but it’s already so overwhelming, Jeongin taking deep breaths as he gets used to the feeling of the tight heat that wraps itself around him.
“You okay?” Minho smiles, almost teasingly at him, when he notices Jeongin’s struggle.
Jeongin whines in response, his grip on Minho’s hips tightening when the older clenches around him. “Y-yeah, fuck, just–just need some time.”
“Okay baby, anything you need,” Minho reassures him.
Jeongin’s head lolls back against the pillow as he takes a few more deep breaths before nodding once again at Minho.
Minho keeps sinking down, Jeongin not stopping him anymore—though it takes him a lot of sheer will not to—and holy fuck. For a second, Jeongin gets so lightheaded he thinks he’s going to pass out.
It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. It’s way different than his hand, so much warmer and overwhelming than any fleshlight could be. It’s so much different yet better than he expected. So much more intense. Nothing can compare to the feeling of Minho around him, to the way Minho sighs when Jeongin finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against Minho’s plump ass.
A loud moan is punched out of Minho, his jaw slack, while Jeongin bites his lips, holding onto Minho’s hips for dear life. Thankfully Jeongin’s not the only overwhelmed one. Minho takes a few deep breaths of his own, getting used to the stretch before he gives a careful roll of his hips, testing the waters.
He’s barely getting started yet Jeongin feels like he’s seeing stars already, from the sensation but especially from the sight of Minho on top of him, how in control he looks, like he was made to sit here like this. Jeongin finally understands what people mean when they talk about dancer hips.
Minho keeps moving, still in a slow grind, letting himself take what he wants before he lifts himself up, then fucks back down, coaxing a loud moan from the two of them.
“Fuck! Iyeni—hah—You’re so big. So perfect,” Minho breathes out.
Jeongin can only whine in response, the pleasure too big for him to think of anything to say. Minho doesn’t seem to mind, simply leaning forward to rest his hands beside Jeongin’s head as he starts bouncing on his cock, setting a slow pace.
Jeongin’s hold on Minho’s hips loosens as he gets accustomed to the feeling. Instead moving down to caress his thighs sensually, hoping—maybe foolishly—to lessen the strain on them.
The touch earns him a soft smile from Minho, suddenly so close to him since he leaned forward. “‘S good? You like it?”
Jeongin nods, almost awestruck. “Y-yeah, feels—ah—so good. Hyung looks pretty too.”
The compliment pulls a whiny moan out of the older, who leans down to press his lips against Jeongin’s. It’s barely a kiss, more like they’re panting into each other’s mouths. Especially when Minho speeds up his movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
Jeongin can’t think past the pleasure that is building in his core, or how close and connected he feels to Minho, giving him access to his vulnerable side.
Whimpers and moans alike pull from Jeongin’s throat, his hips kicking up once, out of his control. The action makes Minho moan, the sound loud and fucked-out.
“Fuck!” Minho gasps. “Right there, baby. Do that again.”
Through his pleasure-fogged brain, Jeongin somehow manages to move his hips again, thrusting up, reaching deeper inside Minho.
It only motivates Minho to pick up the pace, his strong thighs quivering as he lifts himself and brings his hips down.
“Hyung,” Jeongin gasps, already riding the edge of his orgasm, “Hyung, fuck.”
“Yeah, baby? You’re getting close, hm?”
Jeongin can only nod, the coil in his stomach tightening. “Wan’t—wanna see you cum please. Please, Hyung. Wan’ make you cum,” he begs, his voice shaky.
“Jesus,” Minho groans, the sound so debauched. “K-keep going, feels so good.”
So Jeongin does. He continues to fuck the older, focusing on nailing his prostate, even when his thrusts turn erratic. He feels his stomach tense and he whines, desperately trying to hold out and wait for the other to finish. Immediately he reaches a hand to fist the other’s cock
“‘S okay, you can cum. I’m—I’m close too,” Minho encourages him.
Jeongin’s hips stutter when he reaches his high with a dragged out moan, his nails digging into Minho’s skin where he’s still holding on, like Minho’s his lifeline. Pleasure floods his nerves, washing over him through what is the most intense orgasm he’s ever had. Minho joins him soon after, spilling onto Jeongin’s hand and their stomachs, his breath shuddering as he does.
Minho’s upper body slumps down. Normally Jeongin would wince at the proximity, at the feeling of their sweaty bodies colliding, but he’s too out of it to really care. They stay like this for a while, breathing heavily as they come down from their highs, Jeongin gently caressing the spots on Minho’s skin where his nails had dug into. Minho’s the first one to move, pressing a small kiss on Jeongin’s pec before sitting up, slowly pulling off Jeongin’s dick. Jeongin would want to help, but Minho’s already taking off the condom and throwing it away, before reaching for wet wipes on the nightstand—he really had everything prepared, didn’t he? He gently cleans up their mess, focusing first on Jeongin’s stomach and hand before cleaning his own stomach.
When that’s done, Minho lies down next to Jeongin, they’ll need to take a shower and air out the room, but it doesn’t matter now. The younger opens his palm face up, Minho reaching to trace light patterns on it—a small action they started when they were teenagers and keep between the two of them until this day. Jeongin turns his head to gaze at Minho, who’s already looking back at him, as if assessing him.
The older breaks the silence when he asks, “You good? Did you enjoy it?”
Jeongin huffs at the question. He’s tempted to roll his eyes too but he knows that will owe him a soft punch from the other.
“Yeah. Yeah, I really enjoyed it,” Jeongin replies, simple but genuine. It’s worth the smile Minho gives him in return.
“I’m glad. You didn’t regret your choice?”
“No, not one second.”
That’s probably more earnest than Minho expected, the older looking away to stare at the ceiling, his hand pulling away from Jeongin’s.
Jeongin knows his friend. He can tell that he’s hesitating. And he also knows that in this scenario it’s better to give Minho some time to gather his thoughts. So Jeongin does.
“Can I ask..?”
“Hm?” Jeongin hums.
“Can I ask why you picked me? Out of everyone?”
When he says it, Jeongin’s actually surprised Minho didn’t ask him earlier. Jeongin hums once again, thinking of how to word it best. Figures he should share the reasoning he had a week ago.
“Well. First of all you’re single, which was a pretty big criteria. And you have experience. I wanted that ‘cause I thought it’d be more reassuring, like at least one of us knew what he was doing.” Jeongin pauses, thinking on how to continue.
“That’s it..?” Minho asks hesitantly, there’s something in his voice that breaks Jeongin’s heart.
“Of course not, Hyung,” Jeongin says, reaching out to tug a piece of hair away from Minho’s eyes, “You’re my closest friend, and I trust you with my life. You know how to read me, sometimes you know what I think before I’m even aware of it myself. I knew you’d be attentive the whole time, which you were. And well, you’re also stupidly hot.”
Minho’s ears turn bright red at that, and it punches a soft dumbfounded laugh out of him.
“It’s true, Hyung. You really are.” Jeongin whispers, almost reverently.
“Hm, thanks. I guess you look fine yourself,” Minho mutters under his breath.
Jeongin laughs, happy to see his Hyung being a tease again.
There’s a beat of silence, then Minho speaks up, “Thank you for trusting me with this, Iyeni. I had a great time too. And, uhm…can I ask something else?”
“Of course, what is it?” Jeongin asks, even though he would do anything Minho wants.
“Would you want to spend the night? I just…I want you to stay.”
The question brings a smile to Jeongin’s face, who moves closer to Minho so he can leave a small kiss on Minho’s shoulder.
“Yeah. I’d love to, Hyung.”