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Minho had always been fond of Jisung.
Ever since the boy came to his life, his days with him had been the best.
Being a part of the biggest industrial company in the country, Minho had to put on a show every time he goes out. Formal, proper, composed, and people would simply assume that that was his real personality.
But not with Jisung.
He could be loud, he could be a tease, he could be as relaxed as he could and nobody would be there to judge him, Jisung joining in to his crazy antics. Being himself had never been easier, and it was all thanks to this energetic boy that tends to stick with him any moment possible.
“It’s gonna be Monday again. Can I just skip school and live with you?”
“Jisung, swee—”
“I can…no I can’t cook, I can’t clean, but you already have a maid to do that.”
“Baby, I think y—”
“You already have everything, anyway. Having me is like a bonus!”
Minho sighed, “Baby, I really don’t think you should be sparking up that kind of conversation when you’re in the middle of sucking my dick and my fingers are up your ass.”
“Oh….sorry, daddy.”
Minho quirked a brow, knowing well that Jisung didn’t really mean what he said. He sat up, pulling his fingers out of Jisung’s hole and gesturing him to come closer.
“Are you really sorry?” Jisung giggled, knowing that the answer was no. He straddled Minho, leaving light kisses all over his face before staring back at him once more.
“Baby, it’s just a few days of school. I know you’re just gonna spend your allowance on something else and I’m not a fan of that.”
“But you were dying to have sex with me with the set of lingerie I bought last week!”
“Except for that. That’s actually different, but you gotta listen to me, alright?”
“Hmmm, okay.”
“Alright, you bratty boy. Ass up.”
Minho grabbed the condom beside him, putting it on his member before slicking his cock with lube while Jisung kept his hips raised. He aligned his cock with Jisung’s hole, looking at him fondly, before letting himself sink in it, drawing it the most beautiful sounds Minho wished to hear every second.
Minho always loved Jisung’s presence, may it be in bed or anywhere else, and he was willing to give anything to make him happy. Call him whipped, but who could blame him if Jisung made him feel different after all these years.
“You’re doing great for daddy, sweetie.”
Jisung moaned at the praise, picking up the speed as moved his hips up and down with Minho’s support, his nails digging deep on Minho’s back as he continued to fuck himself with his cock. Minho tightened his hold on Jisung’s waist, helping him bounce on his erection while he marked him up in places only they can see. Minho reached for Jisung’s cock, stroking it as he watched him move, his eyes shut and his mouth hang slack, moaning desperately.
“Daddy…gonna cum…”
Minho responded by moving his hand faster and bucking his hips upward, taking control of Jisung’s movements. Jisung leaned closer, burying his face on Minho’s neck as he whimpered, spurts of white cum staining over their torsos. Minho stroked him until he was sure that Jisung had rode his orgasm down.
“Sleepy?”
“Not yet.” Jisung pulled away from Minho, eyes wide with a shocked expression. “You didn’t get to come!”
“Yeah, hmmm. Maybe you can continue that head you were giving me before you blabbered about school?”
“Oh, shut it. As if you don’t like the idea of me living with you.”
He doesn’t, not in a million years would he pass on the opportunity to be living with Jisung.
He watched as he Jisung climbed off of his dick, babbling more complaints before taking the condom off and taking Minho into his mouth. Everything Jisung gives contains pleasure, and Minho would never let that go.
“Baby, stay with me this weekend?”
“Ohhhh, I could stay all week if you want. Just tell me to dip school a—”
Minho flicked Jisung’s forehead, causing the boy to hold on his forehead and yelp.
“You’re not doing that.”
“I was kidding!”
Jisung laid on top of Minho, nuzzling his head on his chest. Minho wrapped his arms around the tiny boy, the vanilla scent from their shower lingering when Jisung looked at him, causing his hair to sway.
“So what’s the deal, daddy? It’s not like I don’t come here every weekend.”
“I need a date for a gathering that I’m attending this Sunday.”
“….and?”
“Baby do I really have to spell it out for you?”
“Yo want me, to go with you to a formal occasion, and pose as your date? Are you hearing yourself?”
“What about it?”
“Nope, I’m not going.”
Minho held Jisung’s face with his hands, making sure that they won’t break eye contact as he spoke. He had an idea what would be bothering Jisung at this point, and he had to make sure that he has his intentions clear.
“You’re going with me. If you’re worried about the other people there, don’t be. It’s my choice to bring you, and I’ll be really happy if you let me, baby.”
Jisung kept his eyes locked with Minho’s, before dropping his head back onto his chest, not really giving Minho any response to his request. Minho didn’t bother with it as well, he knew that Jisung would come around, and it’s better that he chooses to say yes himself rather than Minho forcing the idea to him.
And he was right, Jisung eventually agreed, and it was up to Minho to rid of his nervousness before the event.
“Now, I just have to remind you that you’re not supposed to call me daddy, okay?”
“Eww. I have to call you by name? Daddy sounds more fitting.”
Minho pinched Jisung’s cheeks before going back to fixing his tie. Jisung rubbed his reddened cheeks as he glared at Minho, who kept a focused gaze on his date, suit and all with his hair slicked back.
“You should wear more suits, baby. It suits you.”
“I literally live on hoodies and pants, with a side of skirts and lingerie because of someone. What makes you think I’d prefer something this formal over those?”
“I just made a suggestion and you already said a lot. Come on, let’s go.”
Throughout the car ride, Minho noticed that Jisung’s being more fidgety the more time they spend in it, playing with his fingers, holding his tie from time to time, so Minho took his hand and intertwined their fingers together, giving him the most reassuring smile he could pull before pulling him into a quick and soft kiss.
“This is the time where I need you to be more confident than ever, Jisung. Can you do it for me, baby?”
“Gosh, I don’t know…me being a student in a fucking gala with people who have established their names already. Hmmm, I think I’ll do just fine.”
“Jisung, I brought you for a reason, and that tells a lot. So stop sulking around and give me that confident self.”
Jisung didn’t respond, instead he rolled his eyes and leaned on Minho’s shoulder, playing with his fingers as he watched the lights get brighter as they approached the venue.
Minho grabbed Jisung’s hand and gave it a tight squeeze, beaming at him as they got out of the car, the flashing lights blinding their visions but nonetheless the had to act like it wasn’t. Minho let go of Jisung’s hand to put it around his waist, guiding him towards the entrance of the hall.
“This is fucking ridiculous! I wanna go home!” Jisung whispered in a shouting manner, pulling up a fake smile towards the people welcoming them.
“No cursing, Jisung.” Minho whispered back.
Eventually, Minho found Chan, and together with him was his date, which he assumed was Hyunjin, the guy he’s been telling him.
“You made it! And this must be Jisung?”
“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Jisung shook the man’s hand, not really sure how Minho knows him, and why he knows his name.
“We’re college buddies. The most proper one out there.”
Chan nudged him on the shoulder, “Oh, you really want me to tell everyone about your misconducts during college, huh?”
“Are you Hyunjin? Chan’s said a lot about you.” Minho held his hand out for Hyunjin to reach, taking the topic away from him.
“Yes, it’s nice to meet Chan’s friends.”
They continued to talk for a while, catching up on their business antics while the other two talk about their partners, but it’s mostly just Jisung complaining how he got dragged into this event.
“Hey, I have to go. I’ll meet up with the others. Good luck with the date, Chan.”
The couple waved them good bye as Minho pulled Jisung to his side, ready to introduce him to his peers.
“Minho, I don’t want to!”
“Jisung…trust me.”
They went over a group of people, heads instantly turning when they heard Minho’s name being called, and Minho placed Jisung forward, introducing him as his date.
“Oh! Such a lovely man! What does he do?”
Jisung tensed at the question, not really sure what to respond, but Minho gave him a side rub, relaxing him from all the eyes staring.
“He’s a music major, a talented one at that.” Minho continued to talk about Jisung’s passion for music and arts, while the others listen attentively, nodding their heads and giving Jisung a smile of approval. A chorus of “ooh” and “ahh” could be heard every time Minho feeds them something new, and Jisung could only look at Minho, surprised how he knew the details he didn’t even tell him.
“Well, you sure are one interesting man, Jisung! No wonder Minho has you tonight.”
“T-thank you.”
“Oh, if you’ll excuse us. We’ll be on our way.”
“How come you knew all those?”
“Is it bad that I pay attention?”
“No…it’s just…thank you. Like, I really wanna hug you right now but I know it won’t be appropriate.”
“You’re definitely right. Now I want you to meet someone.”
Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw who Minho was talking to.
“Changbin, this is Jisung, the one I’ve been telling you about.”
“Oh, yeah! Hi! You know, Minho sent me a couple of your demos and they’re really great!”
Minho beamed as he watched Jisung fanboy over his friend, which was one of the music producers Jisung looked up to, and has mentioned a couple of times. He was so engrossed with talking to him that he didn’t notice that Minho had slipped away to focus on more business-related conversations.
After a couple of minutes or so, Minho felt a tug on his suit, and when he turned around, he was presented with Jisung, biting his lip, trying to suppress a smile.
“Mr. Seo told me that he wants to work with me for a song!”
“See? I told you that you shouldn’t be nervous. We’ll be going home soon. Tell me more about it okay?”
“And he said that his favorite was the one I wrote about rebelling against the norms of the society! He really has good taste.”
“Uh huh.”
“He told me that it’s hard to find people that are willing to -ohhhh, talk about it but he’s glad that he found me!”
“Mmmmm.”
“He said that I should visit him in his studio when I have the time. Oh god! What do you think I should prepare for him? Should I go with a love song this time? Or maybe a sho—”
“Baby, when I told you that you should talk about it, I didn’t mean before I put my dick inside you.”
“Sorry, daddy.” Jisung chuckled, which made Minho roll his eyes. He could never understand how Jisung’s mind works.
Jisung wrapped his arms around Minho’s neck with his legs hooked on his waist as Minho positioned himself on his entrance.
“Thank you, daddy. You don’t know how much this night means to me.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
Minho pecked on Jisung’s mole near his lips, before moving in to kiss him passionately as he pushed himself inside him slowly.
They weren’t in a rush, their bodies moving slowly against each other, feeling the heat rise as their hips rocked, their moans filling up the room as they continued to make love.
Minho left new marks against Jisung’s skin as the younger held him tighter, moaning his name as he thrust deeper. Minho slowly moved up, staring at Jisung’s beautiful doe eyes. They may not be speaking, but their eyes did the talking, along with their bodies moving faster, the bubbling sensation building up in their stomachs, desperate to come out. Minho leaned down to kiss Jisung, grunting as they finally reached their highs.
“So, do you already have an idea what to give Changbin once you visit him?”
“Would it be alright if I write about your dick? Don’t worry, it’ll be fully of compliments only. Like, the length, the stamina, the gi—”
“I think it’s time I find another sugar baby to spoil.”
“I was kidding! Don’t you dare get that phone!”
Of course, Minho would never do that, he only has one soft spot and it has been taken by Jisung, and for Jisung it stays reserved.
“But daddy, imagine me calling the song ‘Ra-dick-al’. That would be lit.”
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