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Minho nearly tripped as he continued his speed walk into the dorm building.
Changbin would have started his gym session about ten minutes before Minho had left the company building, which means if he was quick enough, he and Jisung would have about forty to fifty minutes completely alone in the 3racha plus Hyunjin dorm. Not the most ideal amount of time, but with the amount of salacious texts and pictures Minho had been receiving for the last three hours, he didn't think either of them would need much build up.
Jagiya ❤️
bin just left for the gym, be there in 10
✔️✔️
As Minho keyed in the door code and slipped off his shoes he couldn't help the giddy expression he felt climbing onto his face or the buzzing under his skin. Shutting the door quietly behind him and taking a moment to confirm what he already knew.
Silence.
They had the next forty minutes completely alone without any regard for noise complaints or unwanted interruptions.
Minho nearly skipped to Jisungs door down the hallway, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to his boyfriend, the things Jisung had asked, no begged for, as they sexted each other through their work day and—
And he's asleep.
He's fucking sleeping.
Minho stares, dumbfounded, at Jisung's round form. Still in his chair hunched over his desk, cheek smushed against the wood top, headphones still halfway hanging off, mouth open with soft snores and a small puddle of drool surely covering the side of his face.
He can't help the exasperated sigh that escapes his lips. Minho walks over and gently runs his fingers through soft messy strands of hair and gently removes Jisung's headphones. He softly shuts the laptop, screen still paused on whatever hyper specific YouTube rabbit hole he'd surely hear about tomorrow.
Only Jisung, the love of his life, his soulmate, his inspiration and light, could so thoroughly and accidentally blueball Minho within an inch of his life.
He slowly moved his fingers through Jisung's bangs back until his hand came to rest at the base of his skull, pausing and idly scratching at the short strands there. Staring down at parted pink lips and long eyelashes dusting over squishy cheeks, Minho felt his cock twitch in his jeans, painfully reminded of why he had come here in the first place. Shifting back and forth on his feet but not removing his hand from the back of his boyfriends head, Minho considered his two options.
One. Be a good boyfriend. Lovingly carry his precious Jisungie over to his bed, tuck him in, and then go jerk off in the bathroom. Let his boyfriend sleep peacefully until he was inevitably woken up by the chaos that came with living in a dorm with three other men in their 20's.
Two. Be a selfish prick and get what he came here for.
Impulse control has never really been Minho's thing anyway.
Minho began rationalizing with himself as he began unbuttoned his jeans. They'd discussed things like this before, being woken up to the feeling of morning wood grinding into your back. Waking up to the feeling of one of their mouths wrapped around the other's dick.
The reverse was then also true.
That's the last coherent thought Minho has before he's slowly dragging the tip of his cock against Jisung's cheek, picking up sticky drool along the way. Minho felt goosebumps run up his arms at the feeling of soft breaths against the sensitive skin of his tip. He really looks so beautiful like this. Minho shifts his hand not currently on his dick from Jisung's hair to run the pad of his thumb across his bottom lip. Dragging his plush pink mouth open just the slight bit further open before dipping his thumb in just slightly, testing, waiting for a reaction.
Nothing.
Not even a muscle twitch as Minho experimentally pushes down on the other's tongue, slowly working his jaw open until Minho thinks he might come on the spot. Mesmerized by the lax expression on his boyfriend's face and the string of saliva that follows his thumb as he gently pulls it out.
Gripping tightly at the base to stave off the heat already coiling in his gut, Minho pushes the head of his cock towards Jisungie's mouth, rubbing the tip along the bottom lip, taking the same path as his thumb just to watch the trail of shiny precum left behind.
Finally, he begins pushing in, feeling the wet heat of his mouth fully envelop just the head and pausing there. Minho feels a sweat starting to break out across his forehead and his breathing quicken. He was already so pent up that just the smallest amount of stimulation has him nearly there. And staring down at Jisung's completely peaceful and unaware face as Minho uses his body to get himself off makes the heat in his stomach curl ten fold.
He begins at a snail's pace, watching his cock head going in out of Jisung's completely lax lips. Minho curls his fingers at the back of Jisung's hair and uses the leverage to push just the slightest bit further in. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt his boyfriend, but God, he's already so close he just needs a little bit more.
He removes the hand he was using to guide his dick in and out to brace himself against the desk. Quick breaths turning into soft huffs as he picks up his pace just slightly. Feeding just a little more in each time before nearly half of his length is disappearing into Jisungs mouth.
Fuck, he's so close.
A cracked whine escapes from Minho's mouth before he can completely smother it.
Minho is definitely going too fast now even though it's still so slow, his fingers just slightly too tight in Jisung's hair. His eyes are scrunched closed when he hears the hitch of breath and confused groan.
Minho's eyes snap open and pulls his cock out just as Jisungs eyes begin to open. The hazy, confused look, and gravelly "hyung?", is what does it.
Minho comes, watching it coat Jisung's lips and cheeks, his eyes barely open, not yet fully registering what's happening. Minho is still panting when Jisung slowly lifts his head from the desk, blinking slowly and wiping his hand across his cheek, more smearing the come and drool across his face then actually cleaning anything.
"hyung," his eyebrows furrow, pouty lips and face puffy from sleep, "did you just come on my face?"
Ohh, Minho is so not hearing the end of this one.