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Minho dives under the shorts, causing the fabric to slide in between Jisung’s buttlocks, making him giggle.
“You’ve had your fill, Lino-yah.”
“Mm-mm, Sungie. You said I could touch it once. As long as I haven’t removed my hand, I’m still on my first touch. I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough.”
Jisung sputters a laugh. “Alright,” he lowers his face to the pillow and takes a deep breath, “knock yourself out.”
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In which Jisung catches Minho masturbating and they decide to make a habit of getting off together, which works great, except for the fact that Minho is head over heels in love with Jisung and watching him come that often is not exactly helping to mask his feelings.
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A situation like this played out in Jisung's mind thousands of times, and every time he imagined it, he was always confident and bold with his actions, always the one to encourage Minho, reassuring him that he is allowed to want a younger man and to realize that desire with his son’s friend. And yet, here he is now, blushing and trembling as Minho guides him through it.
“You wetted your whole t-shirt.” Minho says as he picks it up by the hem and exposes Jisung once again, his cock red and shiny with the copious amount of precum he leaked already. He touches the towel to him, bunching it with his hand so that Jisung has the perfect surface to rub on to quench his thirst. “Don't be nervous, just hump it like you do with that pillow."
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In which Jisung is a college student who notices his friend's dad giving his photos online a lot of attention and decides to invest in it, getting more out of it than he bargained for.
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A garbled, dry laugh bubbles up from his chest.
Yeah, sure. Of course. A wolf finds him, just in time for dinner. He doesn't even have the energy to panic, his body feels like it's dissolving into the dirt. Becoming one with the forest floor.
Death by wolf. So on brand.
The warmth of the wet snout vanishes and, weirdly, Jisung almost misses it. There had been something oddly comforting in the nosing. Gentle, even.
Then someone swears. Human. Soft. Nearly drowned out by the rain. Jisung hadn't heard anyone approach.
"Hey," that someone says, and suddenly there are hands on Jisung's shoulders. Gentle. Firm. "Can you hear me?"
(Or: Jisung is an aspiring producer in a slump, following his best friend out to the countryside for a change of pace. What he finds there might change more than just his perspective.)
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- Part 1 of Love & Moonlight
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Jisung thinks he found a weird similarity in who his best friend Lee Minho chooses to sleep with. They all look like him. Does that mean he wants to fuck him, too? He decides to investigate to prove his theory by putting an unsuspecting Minho through different tests. Chan disagrees, but this isn’t about him.
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Jisung wants Minho to be his new hobby. Learning each tick and hum. The way his bones creak and his breath tumbles from his lips. He wants to become an expert.
He thinks Minho could be the hobby that sticks. The thing that will finally stop the clock on his humiliating, slow demise— his deterioration into nothing but soil, and dirt, and the dust of flower petals that never grow correctly.
He’ll have to see.
(OR: Jisung is saving himself for his step-brother; Minho is home for the summer.)