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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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“Then, can we use the cuffs now, hyung?” He lightly clutched his boyfriend’s shirt.
Minho’s smirk was an electric shock that pulsed down Jisung’s spine. Small hands circled his wrists. “No.”
Jisung pouted. “What? Hyung, why?” He whined, drawing out all the syllables and rounding his eyes.
“Oh baby,” Minho cooed. “Because, I said so.”
“Hyung.” Jisung stamped his foot, pulling a little tighter on the shirt between his fists. “But, I really want to try it.”
Minho shifted his weight and used his grip on Jisung’s wrists to press his hands into the wall above his head. “I’m not surprised that a wriggly little thing like you would want to be restrained, baby.” Minho whispered into his ear, Jisung shuddered under the press of his body. “But no cuffs.”
Or: Jisung attempts to get Minho's attention with lewds and bondage and it goes wrong. Then it goes very right.
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- Part 3 of Days of love
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“Hyung,” Jisung called, creeping forward to avoid spooking Minho. “Are you awake right now? It’s ok, it's just me.”
“Careful Jisung-ah, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Minho's gaze was intense, sharp. His skin had a strange sheen to it, reflecting the light softly-
Not Minho.
Jisung took several steps back until the bed prevented him from moving further.
“It’s ok Jisungie," Not-Minho said softly. "It’s me. I think you called for me.”Or: Another Minho steps out of Jisung's mirror.
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Minho was so damn observant. That was something Jisung loved about him— usually. Right now, he wished Minho would be at least a little more clueless to his nervous mannerisms. Maybe Minho wouldn’t pry if Jisung looked away, pretending he spotted something interesting on the empty kitchen counter. If Jisung didn’t breathe too loud, the topic would change and they could simply move on. That sometimes worked when people tried to ask him about stuff he couldn’t answer.
But really, Jisung’s luck had never been great, and Minho was amazing at noticing all the wrong things.
“Han-ah, are you really that prudish?” Minho asked.
Shit.
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In many ways, Jisung isn't the alpha he wants to be. Minho decides to help. That's what best friends do!