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“Hyung… please,” Jisung breathed out a heavy exhale, voice low but desperate.
“Jisung-ah.”
Minho’s words came out firmly. A warning. But Jisung couldn’t stop here… he had already done the hard part. Minho had seen him in this pathetic state. Even if they moved on, they couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen. That the tension between them was coming close to finally snapping for the very first time, and Minho was afraid.
“Need you,” Jisung managed, eyebrows twisted together. “Please…” he repeated, head falling forward to rest on Minho’s shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck.
Minho’s hands were placed loosely, one on his waist, one at the small of his back. It wasn’t normal, was it? Comforting your best friend to the point where he ends up in your lap so that you can cradle him just as you both wanted? But Jisung had been crying, and the sight was enough to stir all types of indescribable feelings in Minho’s chest.
Fuck this.
Fuck his softness for the boy and how he couldn’t refuse him, ever. It always led to him ending up in these kinds of situations. So close to having him the way he wants him, but never getting it. Never getting him.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he quietly responded. “You need sleep, jagi. You need rest so you can think clearly.”
“Hyung,” Jisung said again, voice a little whinier, squirming against him. “I don’t wanna sleep. I told you what I need. Don’t play dumb…”
“I know you did, Sungie.” He sighed. “But you’re overwhelmed. You’ve had a lot to handle and your mind isn’t in the right place. I don’t want you to ask for something like that just because you’re feeling emotional.”
As he spoke, he ran his palm up and down Jisung’s back. He truly just wanted his best friend to feel okay. When he cried, it didn’t stop. It became uncontrollable. His cries turned into sobs. Maybe because he had lost count of how many people had broken up with him, and the one today had been the last straw.
Minho had panicked, pulled him close as soon as the boy curled up beside him on the couch, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and let him weep into his chest. Held his waist, then his hip, then pulled his leg over his own without thinking twice.
Jisung sniffed. “If you–if you don’t want to, then say so. Don’t decide what I want, or speak on my behalf,” he responded, burying his face deeper as if he’s burrowing into his body.
Somehow, Minho melted further. Everything in him wanted to tell him how untrue that was, but this was another moment where he had to be careful with his words. He couldn’t say something weird, or dare confess too much. Jisung was vulnerable and he needed to be taken care of. Looked after.
“It’s not like that,” he murmured.
Jisung heard it. He used what little strength he had to pull back, hands settled on Minho’s shoulders. Like this, he looked right at him. Round, tear-stained cheeks, reddened nose, anxiously bitten lower lip, and now an unreadable look in his watery eyes.
“Jagi…” Minho frowned. Maybe it wasn’t normal calling your best friend such fond names–names meant for someone you loved in a different way–but it wasn’t weird between them. Jisung liked it, and that was all that mattered to him.
His gaze dropped to Jisung’s lower lip as the boy began anxiously chewing on it. Before he could continue, Minho exhaled softly and moved his hand to his jaw, his thumb tracing over the swollen lip, stopping him.
Jisung’s lips remained parted, as if the words threatening to spill for the past few minutes were finally climbing out of his chest and into the air. And then he spoke.
“Your comfort isn’t enough.”
Minho froze, his hand still resting against his jaw as he went still. Was he truly not doing enough? Jisung was hurt, overwhelmed, feeling too many emotions to process–but Minho had been here, offering his ear, his shoulder to cry on, his arms. Was he really asking for more?
His eyes searched Jisung’s. “How can I help you, Sungie? Tell me,” he said. The words were slow, careful.
“I…” Jisung was clearly struggling to hold his gaze, but he did. Then he continued, “I need more than your comfort, Minho-hyung… I told you. I need you.” His voice cracked as he repeated the words, this time breaking into a whisper. “I need you. To feel closer to you.”
Minho had some idea of what he had been implying. It could have meant many things. It could have meant, I need you to hold me. I need your presence, your words. I need you to quietly sit with me as we watch my comfort movie for the eighth time. But with that look in Jisung’s eyes, and the way his hold tightened on his shoulders, he knew it truly meant something more, but he couldn’t risk misreading it.
“You keep saying the same thing. Tell me properly. Tell me what you want,” Minho said, tilting the boy’s chin up slightly. “You know I don’t like vague.”
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jisung responded, letting out a breath. “Alright, I think I can. I’ll tell you clearly.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to stay with me tonight.”
Minho exhaled too, a little relieved. “Just that, Sungie? Of course I was going to stay here with you. I wouldn’t go home and leave you like this…”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Those words came out without hesitation. He almost didn’t believe that he heard them, but he couldn’t deny the sight of Jisung’s lips moving as he spoke each word. All the barriers they had built between them, years of Minho wanting, craving, aching… and he broke them so easily with those words.
Minho could only wonder how.
And why.
Why under these circumstances?
He shook his head.
“Why?” Jisung questioned, his expression strained, hurt. “Why do you deny me? I thought you–Minho, you said it. You said anyone would be lucky to have me. That I was perfect. You said I was beautiful, hyung. All the time. What changed?” His eyes watered with new tears that threatened to spill. “Why can’t you just–fuck, please?”
“Not like this–”
“I know I don’t look good right now, I–I’ll wash my face and I’ll do everything to look attractive and make you feel good. Minho–”
“Jisung.”
He stopped.
“Jisung, you just broke up with somebody over this.”
“That was different–”
“Today. And it wasn’t you that asked to break up. You said he broke things off with you because you refused to have sex with him.”
“We weren’t even in a proper relationship! We were seeing each other for a week!” Jisung defended, exasperated. “Just a week! You don’t want me because I was with him?”
Minho sighed in equal frustration. “No, that’s not–alright, think about how this looks–” he said more firmly, –“and tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Listen, Sung, I know you just want to do this to prove something,” Minho stated.
“Prove what?”
“That he’s wrong. That you’re not boring, like he said, and you don’t refuse sex.”
“No. No, because I don’t care if he thought those things!”
“Then how are you so certain that you want to have sex with me all of a sudden, but not with people you’ve dated? Huh?” Minho sighed, making his voice softer so it didn’t slip into sounding harsh.
A slight pout formed on Jisung’s lips. “You’re the one that told me to never sleep with somebody unless I’m certain I’m comfortable and that I love them.”
“That’s right,” Minho confidently answered. “But you said he was good to you. What happened?”
“Yeah, I thought this guy was sweet at first.” Jisung agreed. “He was kind on our dates. He was patient. Like you, hyung. I didn’t expect this shit to happen today. I really didn’t…”
He ignored the way the words like you stung.
“What did he say to you exactly?”
He had some idea of what had happened, but couldn’t make out the full story between Jisung’s sobs. He didn’t want to ask either–not while Jisung needed his comfort, because hearing about another person hurting the boy he loved would have twisted his pity into anger.
“We were at his place,” Jisung began. “In his bed. He started kissing me, and I kissed back. But then he kept going… kept telling me how good I am, but it sounded… I don’t know why, but it didn’t make me feel good. He didn’t compliment me the entire date and then suddenly…?” He trailed off. “Then he lay me down, kept touching me, said he wanted to fuck me.”
Minho listened, not letting the words sink deep enough to form images in his mind.
“I didn’t feel good, hyung,” Jisung repeated. “It was just so soon, and everything was happening quickly. I thought of what you told me. Stop if it doesn’t feel good. Don’t let anyone touch you unless you want it… I didn’t want it.”
“You told him?”
“Yeah. I told him not yet, but he–he was reaching for my pants and trying to leave hickeys already when I told him I didn't want it. He ignored me until I pushed him off… and then he called me weird. Just like… just like that one girl,” he recalled. Another failed date in the past.
“I remember.”
“Afterwards…” Jisung bit down on his lower lip again. “He said I shouldn’t date a guy and get all comfortable in bed with him if I didn’t wanna fuck. I felt stupid. I felt worse because he was right. I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have. But we–I just… I wanted to watch a movie. Like we do, hyung. When we sit in your bed and you put your arm around me and everything feels nice. He said we’d watch a movie.”
“Oh, Sungie.”
Minho frowned, an ache filling his chest. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into another hug. He stayed that way, feeling the boy relax under his touch, chests pressed together tightly right at their heartbeats.
“He wasn’t right. Not at all. He was rushing you and didn’t care about your boundaries,” Minho said. “But you didn’t let him. Good boy, Sung. I’m proud of you. Really proud.”
“Thought of you, hyung. Thought of your words,” Jisung added, words muffled into Minho’s shirt. “He told me I wasted his time and embarrassed him so I–I started crying. He kept talking. That’s when he said I’m boring. And not even… not good at kissing,” he mumbled shamefully.
“Such an asshole. Why do you always date such horrible people?” Minho muttered, a bitter taste on his tongue.
Jisung thought over it, then sighed. “I don’t think it’s horrible. It's normal for most people, isn’t it?” he asked. “To have sex with the person you’re seeing? Because you’re attracted to each other and want to be close and together.”
“For some people, sex is just fun–purely a physical need. You told me you wanted a relationship. You wanted to find and experience love,” Minho said.
“Yeah?”
“These people… they’re not good for you, Sungie. It should be fun, but it should be comfortable and feel good. Then you’ll feel like it’s love,” he spoke gently, rubbing the small of his back comfortingly.
It was quiet for a moment, and then Jisung quietly asked, “Minho… don’t you want to experience love?”
“Hm?”
“You… you sleep with people, but you don’t date. Ever,” Jisung noted, careful with his words. “And yet you tell me all these things because you know how much I like romance, even if you don’t.”
“It’s not that I don’t.” Minho laughed. It wasn’t out of happiness, but out of habit. “And I don’t sleep with people often. Just people I trust. People who know it isn’t anything more than sex.”
Jisung pulled back to look at him. “Like Hyunjin?” he questioned. “Do you two still…?”
“I haven’t slept with anyone in a while.”
He almost thought he saw Jisung let out a breath of relief.
Jisung tensed, the look in his eyes turning nervous in a sudden realisation. “I hope it didn’t sound like I don’t respect you when I asked you to fuck me.” His mouth twitched, trying not to frown in guilt. “I don’t want you to feel like I was trying to pressure you to do that for me, or feel like I’m using you. Fuck, I don’t wanna be like those people…” He shook his head, frustrated.
“You’re nothing like those people,” Minho stated.
“But I know it might have come across awful to hear. I know. I just–I don’t know how to say it or how to explain it. I really need it. I want it to be you.” Jisung subconsciously tightened his hold on Minho’s shoulders, clutching the fabric of his shirt. “Only if you would want it too, Minho. If you want me.”
Minho could sense how he was slipping into anxiousness and insecurity, and quickly gave him a small, reassuring smile. “Of course I would want it, jagi. You’re so cute.”
Jisung remained quiet, cheeks slightly red.
“But,” Minho added. “You’re feeling emotional and insecure because of the breakup. Sleeping with me won’t fix that, and it won’t make it any easier the next time.”
“Please stop telling me how I feel.”
His words were firm, and so was his gaze.
“Then tell me how you feel,” Minho responded, his tone serious. “Tell me why you want this.”
“I already did,” Jisung said. “I want to be close to you. It’s not sudden. The only thing sudden is that I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Minho’s attention sharpened. Their eyes remained locked as Jisung continued.
“I’m sick of everybody else, Minho,” he snapped. “I’m sick of the girls who like me for my body, or the guys that think they can control me. I don’t wanna go on any more dates.”
The words took Minho off guard. Did Jisung know what he was saying?
“Jisungie, we–”
“Our friendship is more important to me than anything in the world. I was afraid of ruining it, but I can’t wait any longer. I need you to know I want this.”
“Why?” Minho repeated. The breath he was holding came out shaking.
“Because I…”
Minho waited.
“Because what?”
“Because I think of you every fucking time,” Jisung let out, the confession heavy, words dragging out of him like they hurt to say out loud. “Every time someone kisses me, or touches me, or says they want me, I think of you! How it would feel so much better with you, not just because you’re my best friend and everything feels comfortable with you, but because everything feels right with you!” His gaze fell to Minho’s chest, unfocused. “I’ve been feeling awful for a long time,” he admitted. “I want to be selfish for a moment and forget all those bad experiences. I want to forget everything in the world. Please…”
Silence. Heavy and suffocating.
“Please say something.”
Still nothing. The air empty, Minho’s stare blank.
“Minho…” Jisung’s head dropped back onto his shoulder, forehead pressing against him as he swallowed down a sob he couldn’t hold back.
Minho’s voice, when it finally came, was quiet and steady.
“Wouldn’t you regret it?”
“I wouldn’t regret it,” Jisung answered without a second of hesitation.
“What makes you sure?”
“Because it’s you. I know you, and I trust you, and I…” he trailed off, pulling back to look at him again, like he could explain it all from the look in his eyes.
“How long have you wanted this?” Minho asked.
“To do this with you?”
He nodded.
“I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to be closer to you. I just didn’t think it would ever happen, and I wasn’t brave or desperate enough to ask. Now I’m… both of those things, I suppose,” Jisung answered sheepishly. “As soon as it clicked for me, I didn’t want to wait any longer, hyung. I wanted to tell you because you’re the only person in the world I want to do this with. I mean–that I… feel comfortable doing this with.”
“My Jisungie likes me that much?” Minho mused, brushing some loose strands of Jisung’s hair back as a comforting gesture.
The boy nodded in response.
“I want it too,” Minho replied, inhaling sharply. “Fuck, Sungie, I wanted to kiss your pretty lips from the moment I got here. You’re telling me you want it?”
“Minho…” His breath hitched, body heating up. “I want it. I really want it. Want hyung to kiss me ‘til I forget everything.”
“I’ll make you feel good,” Minho told him. “I’ll look after you. Tell me if you wanna stop at any point, alright?”
“I will, of course I will. Thank you–so much, God, you don’t know what this means to me…”
Minho pressed his lips to Jisung’s jaw, trailing wet kisses along his soft skin. He held his waist tighter this time, because he could. Jisung let out a pleased moan, body instantly relaxing.
“Feels good…” he whispered.
“My baby,” Minho spoke softly, kissing his neck down to the fresh hickey, thinking of the teeth that had sunk into Jisung without any right to do so. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t comment. Didn’t tell him I wish I could erase every touch and replace it with my own. He simply pressed his lips there gently, then continued peppering kisses on his honey skin until Jisung giggled at how it tickled.
“My favourite sound,” Minho said, licking his lips and finally pressing them against Jisung’s, mouths connecting in a way that, yeah, felt right. Slotting perfectly. He felt Jisung’s small smile as his giggles muffled against him. There wasn’t any pressure behind his gentle licks, tongue swiping across the boy’s lower lip, before kissing him again, tender, careful. Jisung melted into it completely, hands moving to Minho’s jaw, cupping it to urge him closer.
“Thank you,” Jisung whispered against his lips once more, before leaning closer, body weight on his knees as he slowly rocked. Minho’s hands on his hips let him grind against him to relieve the ache of them being pressed together this whole time. He guided his hips forward, backward, maintaining a slow and steady rhythm of their clothed bodies moving against one another.
He reached for Jisung’s wrists, briefly bringing his hands to his lips so he could kiss the backs of them, before guiding his arms to wrap around his neck.
“Hyung told you he’s gonna look after you, okay? Don’t worry about a thing.”
“Mmhm…”
“And by the way,” Minho added. “You’re a good kisser. That fucker didn’t know what he was saying.”
Jisung smiled, a little shy.
“I love your lips, Minho. Always have,” he responded. “Your mouth. Your bunny teeth. I really love it. I always wondered how it would feel to kiss you… ah, wanna keep kissing you…”
“Then keep kissing me,” Minho encouraged, letting their lips brush again. “Do anything you want.”
“Anything? Wow, you really want me to feel better…” Jisung smiled more, but this time there was a little sparkle in his eyes.
“Trust me, this is all for me. Let me indulge now that I have you like this.”
“How are you so perfect?” Jisung asked, letting the question hang in the air unanswered because then their mouths were meeting again, kissing deeply, hotter, tongues meeting and parting then diving in to explore each other’s mouths. Jisung moaned softly against him, hips rolling in tandem with the smacking of lips.
“No, I’m far from perfect,” Minho finally spoke, hands dropping to Jisung’s thighs. “Sweetheart, can I take you to your room now?”
He nodded. Minho held beneath his thighs and stood up, hoisting him up and carrying him in his arms. Jisung let him, quietly resting his head against Minho’s shoulder. Of course he felt nervous in anticipation, but the calmness overpowered that feeling. He felt good. Happy. Excited in the best way.
The calmness stayed with him even as Minho gently lay him down, climbing on top of him and immediately pressing his lips to his forehead.
“If you feel like sleeping, tell me now,” Minho said softly. “I’ll tuck you into bed and kiss you until you’re having sweet dreams, jagi.”
“Tempting.” Jisung laughed. “But I’m not letting you back away now. I want to do this, Minho. I want everything.”
“Okay, Sungie. I’ll give you all of me.” Minho smiled, his own heart beating wildly. It was his best friend, after all. Fuck it, not just that, it was the love of his life. He was allowed to feel happy. “Is it okay if I take away these layers between us? Let me see you.”
Jisung nodded. “Want hyung to see all of me…”
“So good for me, baby,” Minho groaned, kissing his cheek then pulling back to sit on his knees, straddling the boy. He undressed them slowly–shirts first, then pants, until only their underwear kept them from being completely exposed.
He couldn’t help but explore the tattoos marking his body. He placed wet, open mouthed kisses over the ink, and a gentle bite to the flesh at his waist. Jisung loved it, fingers threading into his hair to stop any chance of pulling away. Minho trailed his kisses from his waist to his small stomach, then down to his briefs. Jisung kept his grip, not even a twitch to pull him away as Minho pressed his lips to his clothed bulge.
“Mmh–” Jisung moaned softly, thighs bracketing Minho’s head now. Minho pressed a kiss there, then licked, wet tongue soaking up the wetness seeping through the fabric, not yet able to get a taste of his precum. He licked a stripe up the underside again, revelling in the sweet noises Jisung let out.
“Does my jagi like that?” he asked.
“Like it so much,” Jisung choked out. “Take it off, Minho. Wanna feel your mouth on me.”
“Not shy at all, are you, Sungie?” he noted, amused. He granted his wish, peeling off the final layers between them. Briefly, Jisung saw him bare, but it wasn’t for long because he immediately dove in, closing his eyes and working his tongue on the boy’s length as it curved against his stomach.
“Such a pretty cock on a pretty boy,” Minho hummed, gently sucking over the vein on the underside, before taking the tip into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, enjoying the taste. He took him deeper. Kept going until half was in his mouth, then rolled his tongue in a circle around it.
“Minho–shit–ah,” Jisung hissed. “Keep doing that. Feels so good. So–hmmh–!”
Minho bobbed his head, mouth working him, hand stroking the base in slow strokes, and twists whenever he pulled off. Jisung was struggling to hold back the urge to thrust, his thighs clenched. Minho sped up, letting saliva pool in his mouth before spitting it onto his cock.
“So warm–ah,” Jisung moaned louder each time his cock hit Minho’s throat. “God, please don’t stop. Feels so, so nice, oh hyung–!”
Minho pulled off with a pop, only momentarily.
“When’s the last time you came, baby?” he asked.
“Few weeks ago,” Jisung answered, breathless. “Jerked off right before we met for coffee.”
“Yeah? I thought all that blush was makeup. How cute.”
“Fuck, Minho…”
“Ever made yourself cum more than once?”
“Almost.” He swallowed. “I can do it, I think.”
“Such a good boy, my Sungie. Gonna try for me? Gonna cum in hyung’s mouth then cum again when he fucks you with his cock?”
“Yes–!” Jisung cried, heat rushing straight to his cock, mind foggy with arousal. “Gonna cum twice for you. I know I can. I’ll try to do it as many times as you want me to. Just keep telling me I’m good, please–keep saying it. Feels good when it’s you…”
“So eager to impress,” Minho cooed. “Of course, jagi. You’re doing so well. I’ll never forget this. Your cute face, your sweet sounds. You’re beautiful.”
“Min…”
“Be good and fuck my throat now. Make sure it’s sore tomorrow or we’ll have to do this again.”
Minho smirked at him, before taking him into his mouth again as far as he could.
It didn’t take long for Jisung to become a mess of moans, pants and incoherent babbling. The only words on his lips were Minho, so good, so hot, please, don’t stop, faster, please hyung.
The sounds were obscene. Sucking and slurping as Minho made a mess over his cock, letting him feel every bit of his passion. It was dirty work, but the best head Jisung would ever get–that much was clear. He didn’t last much longer, legs shaking, eyes squeezed shut as Minho ripped his orgasm out of him, goosebumps rising on his skin while his body shuddered in pleasure.
Minho swallowed every bit of salty release down. Lapped at his cock to clean it nicely, before climbing up his body and pressing their mouths together once more.
“Tell me how it was,” he murmured against his lips.
“Heaven,” is all Jisung could say, hair clinging to the sweat on his forehead.
Minho laughed, nudging his nose against Jisung’s. “I think I got a little carried away.”
“Hyung, you’re too much…” Jisung murmured, his cheeks flushing red as he looked away. After a moment, he added, “Wait–let me see yours.”
Minho raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to see? It might scare you.”
Jisung stared in disbelief. “It’s a dick, not a snake. Why would it scare me?”
Minho grinned shamelessly, eyes squinting with his smile. “Well… you know. It’s big. You might not be mentally prepared.”
Jisung groaned loudly, covering his face with his hands. “Why did I beg you to do this with me?”
“Because you like begging,” Minho answered, then added, “And you like me.”
Could you blame him for wanting to indulge? He only had Jisung for the night. He couldn’t just put aside his feelings for the boy. Besides, it felt as though things had changed for the first time. The air between them changed. Jisung changed. He became… bolder. Bold enough to do what Minho always feared doing.
Jisung answered with a nod, sliding his hands to Minho’s nape. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
“Because it complicates things,” Minho murmured, planting a small kiss at the corner of his mouth. “We can’t go back to being friends, and anyone you date… they won’t like me being around you at all after they find out we fucked.”
“Ah…”
Maybe Jisung hadn’t realised that or thought that far ahead. Maybe he hadn’t thought at all. Maybe that’s why his expression dropped. But then he spoke.
“Make it good,” he said.
“Hm?”
“Make it so good that it’s… worth it. Worth the risk.” Jisung tugged him closer, voice steady even as his heart raced. “Make it so good that nobody else ever gets to touch me–because no one could compare to how good my best friend fucked me.”
Minho’s ears reddened, in disbelief of the words he heard.
“Jisung… what? You can’t just say these things…”
“Why? Can’t do it?” Jisung asked, challenging.
“No. I can do it,” Minho insisted, then shook his head. “You’re crazy, you know? What’s gotten into you tonight?”
Jisung’s lips twitched with an urge to smile. “You, hopefully…”
“Oh, you little–” Minho laughed, scrunching his nose and leaning in to kiss him again. “Such a little freak.”
“I’m not a freak.” Jisung complained. “I’m just happy. Nothing hurts anymore. Everything feels good.”
“Good distraction, then?”
“You’re not just a distraction,” he replied. “I feel good around you. When you’re close to me. God, I might get addicted.”
“Oh no.” Minho fake pouts. “Then I’d have to keep doing this… Oh, how awful…”
“Yah!” Jisung exclaimed, laughing. “Not funny. I want you to enjoy this!”
“I am enjoying this. And I’m happy that you’re happy.” Minho placed a kiss on his nose. “By the way, do you have a preferred position for this? Or do you want your hyung to make all the choices?”
“Ah, you know I’ve never gone all the way…” Jisung mumbled, embarrassed.
“Would you prefer to face the other way? Would it make you feel more relaxed?”
“No! No–I wanna see you. Please.”
“Okay, like this then.”
Minho refocused. He scattered kisses all over Jisung’s chest, tongue swiping over his nipple as he focused his attention there. He took the bud into his mouth and sucked, causing Jisung to whine softly as he sucked harder and then swapped to the other.
Once satisfied, he positioned himself comfortably between Jisung’s legs, his thighs pushing them further apart.
“You’ve been fingered before, yeah?” Minho asked. “That guy with the half-broken car?”
“Ah, yeah, but you remember how that went… God, he was weird. Why did I even go home with him–?” Jisung cringed.
“You said it hurt… it shouldn’t feel like that.” Minho’s eyebrows furrowed as he remembered. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you I could do it better. Hearing you say it felt uncomfortable and then never trying it again…” He clicked his tongue. “My Sungie deserves to be fucked well. How do you always find such incompetent people?”
“You’ll fuck me better, right?” Jisung asked, eyes wide, too innocent looking for his words.
“Hyung’s gonna fuck you better,” Minho responded calmly, confidently.
“Hyung’s gonna fuck me better. Gonna fuck me with his fingers,” Jisung repeated to himself, eyes dazed.
“It’ll only feel weird for a little while. Then it’ll feel really good. Trust me, okay?”
“I trust you.”
“I trust you too. Thank you, jagi.”
Jisung smiled and he smiled back, before glancing around. “Lube?”
“That drawer.” Jisung gestured.
Minho examined the bottle after retrieving it, eyeing the boy teasingly.
“Not much left. You sure the last time was weeks ago?”
“Ah, hyung…”
“Doesn’t my Sungie like touching himself?”
“Mmh…”
Minho paused. “You like it when I talk like this, don’t you? It changes your whole demeanor…” He hummed to himself, gaze fixed on Jisung’s twitching, half-hard cock. “Do you like it when I tease you?”
“You know I do…” Jisung admitted, pouting at the sudden questioning.
“Whenever we talk, when we joke around… does it always make you hard like this?” Minho asked, and Jisung felt the air being punched out of him.
“Stoooop…” he whined.
“Sungie, you’re so squirmy. Look at you, making a mess on yourself.” His eyes widened, seeing the boy whimper and squeeze his eyes shut, flustered from his face down to his chest. “Oh my, you really like this…”
“Please, touch me… now, Minho. Touch me,” he pleaded, voice almost as desperate as he appeared to be.
“Spread your legs more for me. Let me see you.”
He did as he said, and Minho easily pushed Jisung’s knees up towards his chest, licking his lips as he took in the sight.
“You’re gonna look so pretty spread open for me,” he said under his breath.
He coated his fingers with lube, and squeezed a little straight onto Jisung’s hole, hearing him hiss at the sudden cold sensation.
He pressed the pads of two fingers against his rim. Teasing, smearing wetness around the area, carefully watching the boy’s expressions as he continued to squirm.
“It’ll feel strange, but it shouldn’t hurt. If you want to stop or take a break, let me know at any point, yeah?”
Jisung inhaled sharply, bracing himself. “I will. Don’t worry. Please, just keep going.”
“Close your eyes. Focus on how it feels.”
And so Jisung did. He rested his head back on the pillow, facing the ceiling as he shut his eyes and felt the first finger slide in. It wasn’t difficult. His walls tightened at the intrusion, but he quickly relaxed with Minho softly caressing his thigh. With how turned on he was, the finger slid out and back in easily. It felt weird, no doubt, but it was a lot gentler than he remembered. Minho was being intentionally slow.
The next time he pushed his finger in, it was with another, now two dragging against Jisung’s walls, causing him to let out a quiet moan, enjoying the stretch. Hearing this, Minho decided to carefully curl up his fingers as they sat deep inside him, aiming for his prostate. He repeated the motion, feeling the boy clench as he let out staggered breaths.
He paired it with a thrusting motion, letting his fingers explore the hot walls, imagining how it’ll feel being buried inside him properly. He furrowed his brows, focusing on fucking his fingers into him.
“Ah, feels–oh, that feels nice,” Jisung gasped, his hands gripping and squeezing the bedsheets at the feeling of newfound pleasure. “Oh, your fingers feel so good. Give me more,” he pleaded, subconsciously rolling his hips in tune with Minho’s movements.
“You like it?”
“So good… ‘m dizzy… feels so–hah…” Jisung moaned, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
“Good boy, keep telling me how it feels.” Minho slowly added a third finger, carefully angling his fingertips so as to not attack his prostate too hard. “You’re letting me open you up so nicely. I’m really proud, Sungie.”
“Wanna be good for hyung…”
“You are. You’re already taking three fingers so well,” Minho responded. “But I–I’ll need to give you four. Is that alright?”
“I’ll try. Feels… ah… ah, so full…”
“I know. I’m sorry, baby.” Minho frowned, leaning over him again. Jisung opened his eyes, but just as Minho kissed him, they closed again on instinct, body relaxing. “I’m sorry,” Minho repeated, fourth finger reluctantly teasing his entrance, lips brushing his as he spoke. “Just want my cock to fit nicely in you. Don’t want it to hurt even a little. My Jisungie’s really tight.”
“Mmh…” Jisung whimpered against his lips, letting Minho work the fourth finger in slowly. He hooked a leg around Minho’s hips for support. And then Minho sped up, this time properly hitting his prostate with two of his fingers, the others focused on making enough space for his cock.
Jisung choked out a moan, kissing him harder like it was something to bite through the hurt. But it didn’t hurt. It just felt like too much. Overwhelming in the best way.
“Ah–” he panted, his mouth falling open as Minho’s fingers thrust harder, curled more. His own hips rolled to desperately grind down, chasing every stimulation, every spark at Minho’s fingertips. “Hyung–ah, hyungie–”
“Think you’re ready for me?”
“Yes, yes, please,” Jisung begged through staggered breaths. “Please, ‘m ready. Put it in…”
“Patience…”
Any remnants of self-control were quickly slipping away. Minho carefully pulled out his fingers and used the same lube-slicked hand to stroke his own length, wincing at the slight release in pressure, finally.
Too focused on the moan he was letting out, he almost didn’t notice the way Jisung sat up on his elbows to watch.
“Think this is a show?” Minho asked, exhaling a laugh as he continued, tightening his hold as it slid up and down his cock. He stared at Jisung, and as he fucked his own fist, he thought about the tightness around his fingers. Thinking how it would feel when he’s buried deep inside his heat, dragging himself in and out of those tight walls.
Jisung swallowed visibly. “You’re so–big… that’s gonna fit inside me?” he squeaked, voice quiet. “How did that fit inside anyone?”
“Ah… it’s not that big. Stop looking at me like that…” Minho murmured.
“But it is,” Jisung insisted. “It’s more than I even imagined. Want it to fill me up…”
Minho raised a brow, continuing to pump himself. “Good. I’ll make sure you take every inch.”
“Ah, you’re so hot, Minho. God. Wow.”
“And you’re such a cute little bug.”
Jisung scowled, shaking his head in disapproval. “What kind of compliment is that?! Tell me I’m hot too!”
“You’re hot,” Minho easily responded. “Really hot–cute–sexy, ah–adorable–perfect–”
“Yah–okay, okay, I get it…” Jisung’s face flushed hard, watching Minho emphasise each word with a stroke.
“Shy?”
“Not shy.”
“Alright, still ready for me?” he asked, positioning himself over the boy, caging him between his arms.
“Yes,” Jisung breathed, legs wrapping around his hips in a quiet plea to hurry him up.
“Sung, do you have condoms?”
“Huh?”
“Condoms. We…”
“I haven’t done this before and I’m clean. You?”
“I’m clean but–but you mean–you’re sure you want to do this without protection?”
Jisung looked up at him with eyes far more innocent than the words he spoke next.
“I don’t wanna use protection.” He shook his head, like the idea was unheard of. “I want you like this.”
Minho swallowed. “You want me raw…?”
“Wanna feel it when you–when you come inside. It’ll feel good, won’t it?”
“How do you know?” Minho asked, raising a brow.
“Thought about it a lot. Thought about hyung filling me up with his cum,” Jisung confessed unabashedly.
Fuck, was this really the same guy crying just a few moments ago? The guy that always struggled to hold eye contact and nervously played with Minho’s hand when he held it? The guy that tried to deepen his voice just to fool people into thinking he’s tough and not this fucking subby?
“Yeah?” Minho let out. He paused his movements to let his eyes trail down Jisung’s body, then back up to his face. “What else did you fantasise about?”
“You–you using me… cumming in my mouth, on my face, on–on my chest, my stomach, inside me.” Jisung shut his eyes, covering his face as his cheeks reddened, finally showing some sense of shame.
But Minho wasn’t ashamed. With each word, he was grunting, giving his length a few final strokes, knowing he was ready to give Jisung what he wanted right here and now. Then he invaded his space again, settling his weight on top of him and hooking his arms under Jisung’s knees to keep them up. He positioned himself, tip pushing against the boy’s entrance.
“Inside. I’m gonna fuck you and come inside,” he stated, and that was the only warning before he was slowly pushing in.
The stretch burned, but in the best way. Jisung was so turned on, practically sucking him in, legs hooked around his hips and pulling him closer. He moaned loudly, whining as every inch slipped in, and Minho kissed him through it.
As he bottomed out, both of them let out a gasp. Minho pressed his forehead against his.
“So–tight–hah…” he grunted. “Sung–”
Jisung gasped, clutching tightly. “Do I feel good, hyungie? Like being tight for you… glad no one’s fucked me before…”
“Only want me to fill your hole?” Minho looked at him. “You want me that badly? Want my cock to stretch you out?”
“Want that–”
“Only mine?”
“Yes–! Will you fuck me like I–ah–deserve to be f–fucked–?” Jisung panted, struggling to let out words between each grind.
“I’ll fuck you ‘til you’re dumb on my cock. ‘Til you can’t think of anything or anyone else.”
He cried out as Minho pulled halfway out, the feeling of the drag intense. His walls clenched uncontrollably around the entire length, and still, somehow, he managed to push in sharply. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard–immediately hitting that spot inside him, a startled “ah!” escaping the boy as his body jolted with it.
“Minho–” Tears pricked the boy’s eyes and rolled down his cheeks before he could stop them. He was confused. It didn’t hurt, and it wasn’t painful. The burn felt so addictingly good that he needed it again. He needed the stimulation. The feeling of Minho inside him. The feeling of Minho on top of him, surrounding him, caging him in, overwhelming all his senses, shutting out the world. “Again–” He gasped. “Please–again!”
Minho obeyed, pulling out and thrusting back in deep. His arms continued to hold up Jisung’s legs, bending his body so he could get the angle he desired.
“You’re taking me so well. See? No problem at all, baby… I knew you could take it…” he praised, kissing his lips the moment his sentence finished, as though granting him a sweet reward.
“Min–haah–”
He knew Jisung was flexible and was using it to his complete advantage. Body practically folded in half, he aimed for that spot and repeatedly hit it with each movement of his hips, rocking into him, grinding between every few slams. The pleasure was mind numbing. Jisung’s eyes rolled back, body so pliant, moans incoherent–just gasps, pants, whines, cries and whimpers. He wasn’t quiet in the slightest. Wasn’t trying to be.
The force of skin slapping against skin at every thrust let out noises that were wet and filthy. Jisung was in bliss, muscles limp, until he gathered the strength to run his hands down Minho’s back, placing them on his ass and encouraging him deeper inside him.
It was romantic how strongly he craved connection to Minho. Endearing, how even this wasn’t enough.
Minho’s tongue slipped into his mouth, the kiss sloppier, lips smacking and thrusts becoming uncoordinated.
He took a breath. “How do you feel with me inside you, Jisungie?” he asked, words hot against his skin. “Your best friend. Your hyung, who you’ve always been so good for. So well-behaved…” He clicked his tongue and exhaled as if to show disapproval. “Look what you’ve done now. All because you couldn’t find someone better than me.” He straightened his back and repositioned onto his knees, pulling one of Jisung’s legs to his shoulder, the other at waist level. “Gonna regret it later? Or will you beg me for this again?”
“Mmh–that’s not why I–”
“Answer the question, Jisung. And be real with me.”
Jisung was a mess, brain foggy, his fingers digging into the bedsheets. He used what little sense he had to figure that if he looked pathetic enough, perhaps Minho would have mercy on him. The thought was quickly dismissed. It simply wasn’t true. No–everything indicated that that fucker got off to the sight of him in this state. And Jisung had no choice but to indulge him. No resistance. No willpower. Not when everything inside him wanted to submit. To be at his mercy in every way. “Gonna beg you,” he admitted breathlessly. “Not gonna regret a thing, God, I wish we did this sooner–”
Minho cut him off by fucking into him, hands placed on his hips to physically pull his body down to meet his thrusts.
“I bet you did,” he groaned, truly believing the words as he spoke them. “Bet you touched yourself to the thought of me. Bet you thought of me after every one of those shitty dates you went on. Knew I’d treat you better.”
“Yes–” Jisung moaned as Minho paused to grind again, buried to the brim. “No one is like you–oh, hyung–‘s so deep. Hah, love your cock. Want it inside me forever.”
Minho hummed, a small laugh escaping him. “After only trying it once? You like cock that much, baby?”
“Mmh! Yours!” Jisung nodded hastily.
“Mine? Such a cockslut,” Minho muttered, fingers sweaty on his hips as he tightened his grip.
“I am–yours–”
“My cockslut?”
Jisung whined loudly, head thrashing against the pillow.
“No?” Minho asked.
“Yes,” Jisung choked. “Please–”
“What are you asking me for, Sungie?”
“Want that. Want hyung to call me his cockslut–mmh…”
“What else?”
“Ahh–!”
“Tell me what other names you want me to call you,” Minho pressed. “We didn’t have time to discuss kinks, I’m sorry–but I want to know what my Jisungie likes to be called.”
But he sure didn’t keep it easy. Instead, he made it the hardest conversation of Jisung’s life. His movements turned slow, but he remained deep as he continued to tease that spot. How could Jisung possibly think, let alone speak?! Maybe this was his trick to get rid of any filter, because now Jisung had no choice but to speak without thinking.
“I… I can’t–just call me anything and you’ll know if I like it…”
“Alright.” Minho moved Jisung’s leg off his shoulder and wrapped it around his own waist before settling his weight onto him again, torsos pressed together, mouth by his ear, giving it a teasing nibble. “You like baby, I know that,” he whispered, movements slow. “But you prefer my baby. Mmm… how about my jagi? My cutie?”
“Really like it,” Jisung exhaled shakily, fingers moving from the bedsheets to Minho’s hair.
“My pretty boy.”
“Mmh,” he hummed in pleasure, back arching at a particularly slow thrust. “Hyung thinks I’m pretty…”
“You are. My pretty princess,” Minho smirked.
“Princess?!” Jisung let out, tone full of both disbelief and arousal.
“Aren’t you? Have you even lifted a finger this entire time we’ve been having sex?”
“I… I–”
“You’ve made your hyung do all the work,” Minho said, the intensity of his gaze forcing their eyes to meet. “Sucking you off, fingering you, then fucking you so nicely. I know you’ve cum once already, and come close to cumming about three times now, but you want this to last longer. And so, I’ve been making it last longer. For you, jagi. I’ve been letting you enjoy my cock. And all you’ve done is lie there and enjoy it.”
“I’m sorry–I’m–ah… want hyung to feel good,” Jisung panicked, frustrated as he realised. “Want hyung to cum. You can do it. Even if I–just keep going.”
“Even if you cum?”
“Mhm–!”
“My princess wants to be useful?” Minho cooed, kissing his jaw and then his cheek. “Or is it that he wants to be used?”
“Wanna be used.”
“Yeah?”
“Shit–” Jisung’s head tipped back, every sense, every inch of skin overwhelmed by Minho’s presence and touch. “I want… really wanna be used. Wanna be in hyung’s bed all day so he can fuck me whenever he feels like.”
“Jisung…” Minho groaned, pressing his lips to his briefly, lazily, just letting their lips brush with every roll of his hips.
“Yeah,” Jisung continued, chest full of giddiness once he registered that he liked it. That his words were impacting him. It only encouraged him further. “I’ll keep fingering myself so ‘m prepared–but not too much. Wanna be tight for hyung and make him feel good. Wanna be used and stretched by his huge cock and ah–” His lips parted into a permanent ‘O’ when Minho wrapped a hand around him.
The grip was just slightly too much for his sensitive length. He stroked purposefully, causing Jisung to cry out, the feeling of a sudden orgasm about to be ripped out of him. “No–no, Minho–hy–hnngh–ah! Don’t wanna cum yet–!”
“Then when do you wanna cum?” Minho asked, loosening his hold.
“When you’re close–wanna cum with you.”
Jisung looked up at him in a way somehow even more desperate than before. Minho saw it, nodded, then pressed their foreheads together.
He slowed down into a grind again. Slow enough for them to talk a little. Minho had a few things he wanted to say. But he hissed as Jisung squeezed around him making each pull out more of a drag. Every nerve felt like it was ignited and burning like a hundred small fires inside him and on his skin.
“I wish I did this with you all those years ago,” he quietly confessed. “That time when we hardly knew each other and you couldn’t stop giving me those fuck me eyes.”
“What eyes?” Jisung asked, eyes wide and expectant. “And why–why didn’t you?”
“If you didn’t call yourself straight back then, I would’ve.”
“Ah… I’m sorry–I was figuring things out…” Jisung awkwardly murmured. “You were the first guy I liked.”
Minho’s movements stopped. He stared at him and blinked.
“What?”
Jisung swallowed, voice still raspy. “Yeah, I was crushing on you so hard, just like everyone said,” he explained, eyes drifting to the side. “But by the time I realised, we had become good friends. You kept talking about how I can come to you for relationship advice, how good our bond is, how you’d never want to ruin our friendship… After that, I was too much of a coward to make a move. Ahh, I really didn’t want to lose you, Minho…”
“But you knew Hyunjin and I–you knew about us. We were friends too. Why didn’t you tell me, Sungie?” Minho questioned, an uneasy feeling bubbling in his chest.
“It was embarrassing and I didn’t wanna come in between you guys…”
“I–I liked you,” Minho caught himself saying. “You kept dating other people. I needed someone. Needed to stop wanting what I couldn’t have.”
Silence.
“So we both needed distractions from each other,” Jisung said in quiet realisation.
It was silent again as they both reflected on past memories. Every instance flashed through Minho’s mind. Every time it felt as though Jisung wanted him, looked at him the way a best friend wouldn’t. Every moment they came close to snapping. Every challenge. Every disappointed look when he pulled away, thinking it was what Jisung wanted.
“How could I have been such an idiot?” he asked himself, unable to look the boy in the eyes for the first time. “I’m so sorry, baby, I’m really–I could’ve had you all those years ago? I could’ve kissed you? Held you like this? Saved you from all those idiots you tried finding love in?”
“Tried finding you in,” Jisung corrected, hands gently cupping his face.
Minho melted under his touch, frowning slightly.
“I thought if I told you about my feelings it would’ve scared you away. If it didn’t, and we gave in, I hated the thought of a one night stand with you. And even if we became more, if it didn’t work out… I couldn’t lose you, Sungie. I could never have you hate me.”
“Why would I ever hate you?” Jisung asked, eyes watering again. “I like you Minho, I like you so much,” he sniffed, new tears rolling past where the tears of pleasure on his cheeks had dried up. “I don’t regret the time it took because–‘cause maybe I wouldn’t have been ready. Maybe I would’ve messed it up with how I was. It took me years to build actual confidence and it grew because of you. It isn’t easy doing something like this… I wasn’t brave enough to tell you about my feelings when I didn’t know if you wanted me.”
“You tried,” Minho let out, forcing himself to acknowledge it. “Every time you tried suggesting something, even when you were scared, I shot it down. I’m sorry. Hyung didn’t know anything. I didn’t know. Even today–I’m so sorry…”
Guilt weighed heavy on him. The knowledge that he didn’t have to suffer the way he did. Or maybe he did. Maybe this was the way things were meant to work out. Regardless, it was worth it. Finally being here with Jisung like this was worth every single moment. There was no use dwelling on what could’ve been. Though, he remained in disbelief even as his lips gently kissed Jisung’s and he rolled his hips, pushing himself deep, swallowing the boy’s startled moan and dragging himself out, before slamming in again.
Neither of them spoke more. Eyes shut, tongues tasting each other’s mouths, fingers interlocking on their sides as Minho drove into him harder, faster, until they let out muffled whimpers against each other’s lips. The sounds were all beyond filthy, but drowned out into the background–both far too focused on each other.
Minho moaned, pressing their mouths together more firmly, breathing heavy and staggered as pleasure overtook his entire body. At the same time, Jisung’s legs tightened around his waist, an unspoken plea to stay–and just as the warmth of release had begun to fill him, his own orgasm crashed over him, coating his stomach in a mess of white. He shuddered, immediately pulling Minho into an embrace. Minho gave him a few sloppy thrusts to ride out his high, before collapsing onto him, burying his face into his neck.
“Wow,” Jisung whispered, staring up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. One of his hands remained threaded in Minho’s hair, the other halfway down his back. His body felt sweaty. His mind felt foggy and clear at the same time. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, only a pathetic whine as Minho suddenly began to pull out.
“Sorry, sorry, baby.” Minho leaned on his elbows and kissed his face through it. “You were perfect,” he softly praised, kissing his jaw. “So perfect.”
“Was it good for you, hyung?” Jisung asked shyly.
“It was heaven,” Minho answered, causing the boy to giggle.
Jisung held him tighter. “Thank you for doing that with me. Thank you for making love with me.”
“My cutie,” Minho smiled. He leaned in close and nudged his nose against his. “I hope it didn’t hurt, and I hope I didn’t… say too much. Did I take it too far?”
“It didn’t hurt, and don’t worry. You said everything I wanted to hear. God, you’re so hot, Minho,” Jisung told him. “I didn’t even know I’d like being called all those names… does everything sound good when it comes from your mouth?”
“Mmm. My jagi.” Minho nudged his cheek now, like he’s nuzzling into his face. “You liked it all? I felt like I was being mean…”
“You were!” Jisung laughed–a heart shaped smile Minho fell for years ago. “But it didn’t feel mean. Maybe because I know how much you love me.”
Minho shook his head, kissing the boy before either of their smiles could fade, heart racing, feeling giddy. Feeling the pure joy that comes with love. With Jisung.
“You have no idea.”
♡
Things fell into place easily after that. They didn’t dwell on what could have been, because even if they weren’t together for all those years, they still had each other. Their presence in each other’s lives was something permanent and unchanging. Love had grown between them years ago, and each little seed in their garden had grown into a beautiful flower. Each memory of a breakup softened by the way Minho had been there. Each bad day Minho had was comforted by the times he held Jisung in his arms. Neither of them looked at another ever again, because everything they ever wanted was in the person right there with them the entire time.
Even years later, when Jisung questioned whether they were fated, or if it all came down to that one night, Minho knew what to say. Of course they were going to end up together, he reassured him. They’re soulmates, after all.
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End.