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Minho’s fairly certain Jisung’s going to break every single bone in his hand if the lock on their hotel door doesn’t turn green in the next three seconds. He swipes the key card through the slot one more time and hears the little click of the heavy door unlocking before pushing inside, Jisung nearly attached to his back and breathing heavily into his neck.
“Think I’m gonna take a quick shower, love,” Minho says, freeing his hand from Jisung’s and heading towards the lavish bathroom across the suite. “Would you like to join? Or do you wanna strip the bed of the sheets and get everything all set up, hmm?”
He watches Jisung mull it over, roll the possible scenarios over in his head. He must know that Minho isn’t going to give into him quite yet, even if he does get him naked and wet and panting in the shower, because he says, “Wanna get everything ready, sir.”
“Such a helpful boy,” Minho praises, leaning forward to brush some of Jisung’s bangs off of his sweaty forehead to place a kiss to the warm skin there. “Aren’t you, darling?” Jisung just hums at that, steadies himself with a deep breath and heads over to the bed to pull the plush duvet back.
Minho makes quick work of cleaning himself up in the shower, his cock fattening up between his thighs when he thinks about how beautiful Jisung was on stage all night. All plugged up with Minho’s come, he floated along the stage in a trance, blowing kisses to fans and rapping in such a sweet tone it didn’t suit his fiery concept one bit. Minho’s sure he even saw Jisung go cross-eyed at one point trying to look at some bubbles a few fans were blowing onto the stage.
He didn’t think that Jisung was wound up that tightly, didn’t know he would float around like there were helium balloons tied to his ankles. Minho was worried he might trip over himself, he wasn’t ready to be that deep in his head yet. He’d pulled him off stage during the break between songs with a stern look and a nod towards the dressing rooms — dragged him away under the guise of a pee break, and spanked him a bit to rile him back up.
After that Jisung was frantic, gorgeous body grinding against his mic stand while they performed. Minho was straining in his trousers nearly as hard as Jisung was by the end of the show, turned on and desperate for it after watching Jisung rub his hands all over his own body to the beat of the music.
Minho turns the water off, blinks through the steam and towels himself off quickly before going to check on Jisung. When he makes it back into the bedroom of their suite Jisung is lying on the stripped down bed jerking himself gently, almost hesitant. His cock is straining in his grip, flushed and dripping for it.
“Don’t remember telling you to touch.”
Jisung jumps, startled by the sound of Minho’s voice, eyes widening and his hand falling back to the white fitted sheet stretched over the mattress. “Sorry, sir.”
Jisung’s so, so good; Minho’s training had clearly paid off. Always apologizing for taking more than he’s told even when he deserves the entire world all wrapped up in a neat little bow. Minho’s going to give it to him, going to work the rest of his entire life to gather up everything good in the world and hand it over to Jisung. For now though, this will just have to do.
“Let’s get you on your tummy, yeah?” Minho says, kneeling on the bed and crawling towards where Jisung lays propped up against the pillows. He pulls a towel from atop the nightstand that Jisung brought over and lays it down for him to roll over onto. Jisung wiggles his ass a bit once he’s settled, humming happily into the mattress.
Minho slaps at his ass playfully, mindful of where it’s still a bit red and tender from his spanking earlier. Jisung stills at the swat regardless, inhales sharply when Minho’s hands start kneading at the flesh, pulling his cheeks apart just enough to see the silver of the plug.
“What’s your colour, princess?” Minho asks, keeping his hands still on the swell of Jisung’s ass so that he can gather his thoughts enough to respond.
“Green, swear, so green,” Jisung says, arching his back and pushing his ass into Minho’s palms to show how ready he is, how willing.
“Good boy,” Minho keeps him spread open, shifts the plug a little with one of his thumbs, “Been so patient for me, spent all night on stage all plugged up just for me, didn’t you?”
“Yeah—fuck just for you, hyung,” Jisung squeaks when Minho tugs at the plug, dribbles more lube onto the exposed metal and pushes it back inside to get his hole nice and wet where it’s all stuffed full. His rim is puffy and red, but it’s still pulling the plug back inside every time Minho nudges it out even the slightest bit.
“Love having it inside you don’t you? Love knowing that any of those fans could have seen how hard you were, how desperate you were for me?” Minho taunts, his voice low and rough — assertive where it used to be sweet. “Such a slut for it, yeah baby?”
Jisung lifts his face up off of the mattress and breaths, “For you. Just wanted to be good, please, just wanna be good for you,”
“Wanna keep this in?” Minho punctuates his question by twisting the plug in deeper, pressing up against Jisung’s spot and grinning when Jisung stutters out a shaky inhale. “Or do you want my fingers, princess?”
“Fingers please, sir,” Jisung responds, and Minho can tell that he’s willing himself to relax enough to let the plug slide out so that he can be stuffed full of something better. Minho fucks the plug back in a few more times, twists it subtly before he draws it out of the tight heat of Jisung’s body and discards it beside the bed.
Minho crawls up his body, keeps Jisung’s bare skin just beneath his own so that he can feel the warmth radiating off of him. He pushes Jisung’s hair off to the side to expose his neck, presses his wet lips to the skin there and mouths at it. He drags his lips over to one of Jisung’s ears, licks lightly at the lobe and pierces the skin with his teeth to draw a moan out of the body beneath him.
When he’s satisfied by the rapid pulse in Jisung’s throat he taps at his hip and tells him to roll over, gets them face to face so that he can kiss him a bit. Jisung’s always been so responsive to his mouth, muscles lax and welcoming while he lets Minho manipulate the kiss anyway he likes. It’s always been like this, 17 year old Jisung didn’t know how he liked to be kissed before Minho — didn’t know if he liked it tight lipped and firm or wet and languid. Minho was able to read him though, feel the way that his hips knock forward when Minho pulls at Jisung’s lower lip with his teeth, the way he whines low in the back of his throat when Minho forces Jisung’s tongue to chase after his own.
Jisung gets overwhelmed easily when he’s kissed, never mind when he’s on the verge of slipping under — of losing himself completely to Minho’s hands and his mouth and his trust. He loses his breath easily, forgets to take a big enough gulp of air when Minho pulls back to give him a moment. That’s why Jisung’s head has fallen back onto the pillow right now, neck exposed for Minho to suck at, nibbling on the thin skin stretched over his sweat glistened clavicles.
“Taste so sweet baby, wish I could keep my mouth on you all the time,” Minho praises. Jisung whines in agreement, hair tangling into tiny knots where he’s rolling his neck back and forth against the pillows in pleasure. Minho kisses his way back up Jisung’s chest once he’s given him enough time to catch his breath, drags his tongue along the seam of Jisung’s mouth to feel him writhing beneath him. “Wish you could keep your mouth on me all the time, too.” Minho punctuates the next few sentences with tiny bites to Jisung’s spit slick lips. “Can barely think straight when you’re wrapped around my cock, princess. Think you could do that for me? Show me how good your mouth is? How much you love getting me ready for your perfect hole with your perfect mouth?”
Jisung huffs, drawing his lower lip into his mouth and biting down with desire. His eyes are lustful when he replies, “Please, sir, can I please?”
Before Minho even answers Jisung’s shuffling forward, rolling them over so that he can get his mouth on Minho’s groin. Jisung’s tonguing at his abdomen when Minho responds, “Thought you said you wanted my fingers, though? Don’t you want your reward for being so pretty on stage?”
He can see the rapid torment in Jisung’s eyes, can see his mouth still watering for Minho’s cock even when he remembers how terribly empty he is after being plugged up and hard for so long. Minho can tell how far under Jisung’s slipping by the way his eyes are darting back and forth between Minho’s cock and his hands, chest rising and falling rapidly but unable to make a decision.
Minho takes pity on him then, wiggles out from beneath his body where Jisung’s arms are caged around Minho’s hips, Jisung’s body held up by his biceps. He can see Jisung panic, most likely afraid that he didn’t answer Minho’ question in time and that he lost his shot at getting Minho’s cock or his fingers. But tonight was never about punishing Jisung, it was always going to be about unraveling him.
“Gonna let you have your reward and my cock, how’s that baby?” Minho says, crawling back besides Jisung’s body so that his cock is hanging in front of Jisung’s mouth while his own face is nestled beside Jisung’s groin.
“Yes, sir, thank you, thank you—” Jisung’s sentence is cut short when he takes Minho down as far as he can straight away. Minho’s hips stutter forward when his cock is met with the warm, wet heat of Jisung’s mouth. His cock is already full and hard, aching from hours without release and he can’t even imagine how Jisung feels. Lovely, sweet Jisung who’s mouthing wetly at Minho’ cock, warm breath heating up his skin as Jisung pants into his groin.
Minho focuses on Jisung, let’s his eyes roll back now and again when Jisung takes him all the way to the back of his throat, but works on getting four fingers into his boy. He’s pliant and relaxed beside him, his hole stretched and welcoming, taking whatever Minho has to offer.
Jisung’s little cock is red and angry, though. Minho brings his index finger to trace lightly at the shaft and sucks in a breath in when it twitches violently at the feather light touch. If Minho fucks him he’s going to have to keep Jisung on his hands and knees, knows that if his cock touches the mattress once Minho’s inside of him he’ll come without a reach around.
When his head clears of thoughts of being inside of Jisung, Minho can hear Jisung gagging around a mouthful of cock. He pulls his own hips back, sliding his cock out of Jisung’s throat and tutting, “Good boys aren’t greedy, Jisung, good boys suck dick quietly.”
“Can be quiet, I swear—fuck,” Jisung closes his eyes when Minho crooks four fingers up against his spot. “Sorry, sir—please, please more.”
Jisung leans back towards Minho’s crotch, gets his mouth on Minho’s thighs and licks his way back towards his cock. Minho pulls his hips away again before Jisung can suck him back into his mouth, “Can you be quiet when I get my cock inside you though, princess?”
Minho nearly laughs at Jisung’s reaction, his eyes widening in awe like he can’t image how lucky he is. Minho keeps his composure though, pulls back so he’s sitting up on the back of his heels looking down at Jisung and says, “Bet you can, bet you can be so good for me, princess.Get on your hands and knees for me, ass in the air, baby.”
“Can, sir,” Jisung says as he scrambles to get in position so fast that he must think Minho will change his mind in a millisecond.
Minho’s cock is wet with Jisung’s spit, heavy between his own legs while he fists some lube over it. He only fucks into his hand half a dozen times, too afraid that he’ll come on the back of Jisung’s thighs if he doesn’t stop.
Normally he would be afraid of how close he is, how fast he’s going to tumble over that ledge towards his orgasm. But he knows Jisung can only take so much more, he’s been riled up for the whole evening, and no matter how good he wants to be, Jisung can only fend off his own release for so long.
Minho scoots forward so that he’s kneeling behind Jisung, the front of his own thighs pressed against the back of Jisung’s. He doesn’t bother teasing him, doesn’t think either of them would be able to handle it if he were to slide his slippery cockhead along Jisung’s ass. He simply places his left hand on the arch of Jisung’s back, uses his right hand to pull Jisung apart so that his cock can press in.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung,” Jisung chants while Minho buries himself inside Jisung’s hole in one smooth, easy glide. Jisung’s scrambling for purchase, trying to grip at the bare mattress. He can’t decide if he wants to arch his back and hold his head up or lean forward into the mattress on his arms. Minho wraps his right arm underneath Jisung’s belly to support him, strong arms keeping him upright as Minho starts to pull out slightly before pushing back in.
Jisung’s whining high in his throat now, broken noises coming to the surface each time Minho manages to hit Jisung’s spot without coming himself. Minho’s fucking into him slowly, not gently, but gets in deep each time before pulling out nearly the whole way, reveling in the way that Jisung’s hole clenches each time it starts to feel too empty.
Minho only starts to fuck into him faster when he realizes that Jisung’s breathing is too regulated, that he needs to rile him up more. It only takes a few fast thrusts, Minho pistoning his hips forward relentlessly, for Jisung’s moans to go soundless. “So quiet for me darling, taking it so well. Always so hot for me, so tight, can’t believe I get to love you, love you so much, princess.”
Jisung’s face is smooshed into the mattress, head pushed to the right where his jaw is dropped and his moans are coming out breathless. He squeezes his eyes shut at Minho’ praises, lips moving like he’s trying to form words but the only thing coming out is a quiet panting. He wants to be loud but Sir said he can’t and god knows Jisung never disobeys orders. The only sound is Minho’s praising, the wet squelch of lube as Minho’s balls slap against Jisung’s skin.
Minho switches the angle just slightly, knees shifting positions on the mattress. Jisung can’t stop himself from squirming, whole body on edge as he slurs out, “G’nna come, please,”
“Not yet, princess, need you to be good for me,” Minho orders. “If you’re a good boy you’ll let me come first, won’t come until you’re all stuffed full of me and pretty.”
“Pretty,” Jisung repeats back to him, voice slow and airy.
“That’s right baby, so pretty for me.” Minho was right about not lasting long, before he can even wrap his head around it he feels his orgasm hit him. He covers Jisung’s back with his own body, pushing them both into the mattress when he buries himself deep in the tight heat of Jisung as he comes inside of him, Jisung’s thighs twitching beneath him as he tries to rut into the white sheet.
Minho tries to sort through the post orgasm haze that has his eyes cloudy and blissful, pulls out of Jisung and shushes him when he starts whine loudly into the mattress again. “Gonna make you come, baby boy, okay? Gonna make your baby cock all messy for me. Been so lovely for me all night, such a good boy letting me come twice before you even get a turn.”
Jisung rolls his head back against their sheet once he’s turned over, a broken sob pushing him to tears when Minho settles back between his thighs and stuff him full of four fingers and crooks them right against his spot. Minho gets his mouth against Jisung’s thighs immediately, leans up to suck one of Jisung’s balls into his mouth while he works him over with his fingers.
“Please, sir, it hurts,” Jisung says while he’s trying to muster up the energy to ride Minho’s fingers harder. “Please.”
And his voice sounds so pained, little cock twitching hard against Jisung’s sweaty torso. Minho doesn’t even think about it before he’s saying, “Come for sir, princess,” in a syrupy sweet voice, right before he bites down hard on Jisung’s inner thigh.
“Thank you, thank you, fuck, sir,” Jisung slurs, balls tightening in Minho’s palm where he’s rolling them, right before his cock jumps on his belly and he finally finally comes.
Minho may be panting harder than he is by the time Jisung’s lower body stops spasming, hips stilling against the mattress and thigh muscles relaxing. He can hear Jisung breathing heavily above him, still slurring out breathy little moans. Minho presses a few kisses to the bruises painting the inside of Jisung’s thighs while he catches his own breath.
He kisses his way down Jisung’s body until he’s sitting up on the back of his heels, lifts Jisung’s right foot in the air and kisses down his calf and around his ankle. “You with me?” Minho asks, placing Jisung’s right leg down on the mattress so that he can do the same with his left.
Jisung makes a mumbled noise that sounds a lot like an affirmation, lazily brings his own hand down to his abdomen to spread his come around his belly. Minho grins as he leans forward over Jisung’s body, bending over to press sloppy kisses to the V of Jisung’s lean muscles where he’s still tight and tense from his orgasm. He blows a raspberry right below Jisung’s belly button and, although Minho loves making him moan, Jisung’s dopey laughter is still the best thing he’s heard all night.
“Can you tell me how you feel, Sung?” Minho says, pulling the towel from where it’s all bunched up beside Jisung and wiping himself down shoddily. “Come back to me so I can take care of you, yeah?”
“‘M right here, baby,” Jisung sings sleepily, his voice floaty but not distant — his eyes locked on Minho’ when he adds with a pout, “Don’t have any kisses though.”
Minho crawls further up Jisung’s body at his request. Holding himself up above Jisung he leans forward slowly to place the gentlest of kisses on his lips, pulling back completely before leaning back in to give his boy a few more. Jisung’s grinning up at him when Minho eventually pulls back for good, face split open in bliss as he says, “Thank you, sir.”
If Minho swats him on the ass for that, it wouldn’t be the first time. And it won’t be the last.