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“Ahhhh” Jisung huffs out loudly as he throws his textbook on the floor. He had been sitting there with his flashcards and mountains of textbooks for hours and nothing seemed to be sticking. he knew he knew it. If anyone asked him out of the blue on a normal day he’d be able to answer them but right now he couldn’t even think of the muscle in your arm that Changbin is proud of. Jisung let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling.
“Everything okay out here?” Minho’s voice comes from next to Jisung. Jisung looks down and around to see Minho standing in the hallway with a mug in his hand and his round glasses resting on his nose. Jisung can't help but feel bad that he had been loud enough to distract him from his revision.
“Yeah sorry, I’m just firing blanks with my flashcards” Jisung looks back down at all his revision tools and lets out a little laugh, “I just wish we could get examined while doing practical’s, I have never been good at taking exams” Minho hums to show that he is listening and after placing his empty mug in the kitchen comes to sit behind Jisung on the sofa. Jisung stays sat on the floor his body soon resting in between Minho’s legs. Minho begins to massage Jisung’s shoulders lightly as he sits with him.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Minho asks his chin coming down to hook over Jisung’s shoulder, his nest of books and paper laying in front of them both.
“I don’t think so Min, unless you know where I can get a life-size model that shows the muscles and tendons” Jisungs chuckled as he starts to flick through his flashcards again. “Thank you though” Minho doesn’t reply to him, he doesn’t say anything for a while, the silence beginning to hurt Jisung’s ears. Jisung goes to turn around to face Minho but soon Minho is standing and walking to stand in front of you.
“Use me,” Minho said simply.
“Huh?” Jisung looks at him confused.
“Use me, I can be your model,” Minho says again his arms coming to hang naturally at his sides and his legs being shoulder-width apart.
“Minho, don’t be silly, I’d have to see you…” Jisung stops himself when he realises what it is he was about to say.
“You’d have to what?” Minho says innocently. Jisung takes a deep breath and wills his mind not to overthink this. Jisung and Minho had been best friends since the day they met at the university open day nearly four years ago. The two of them were studying different subjects but soon moved in with one another when they were able. That had been two years ago, the two of them enjoying being at university together.
“I’d have to see your muscle more clearly Min” Jisung gets out shyly.
“Oh, okay yeah, makes sense,” Minho says and before Jisung knew it Minho was pulling his top over his head in one swift movement.
“Minho!” Jisungs shouts covering your eyes quickly.
“Jisung!” Minho replies with a laugh. Jisung peeks through his fingers to see Minho slipping his grey sweats down his thighs. Such thick strong thighs. Jisungs eyes widen when he realises that Minho is now standing in front of him in just his boxers.
“Minho, what are you doing?” Jisungs whines, his eyes doing their best to keep looking into Minho’s eyes and not anywhere else.
“I’m helping you out. Now pass me your flashcards so I know more than just triceps and quads” Minho says as he bends down slightly with his hand stretched out. Jisung holds onto the flashcards as he looks over at his best friend again, a friend he has had a massive crush on forever, who was now standing in front of him naked apart from some boxers willing to help him point out the muscles on his body.
“Are you sure?” Jisung asks even though he already knew the answer.
“I wouldn’t be standing here in just my boxers if I wasn’t sure would I Jisung? Pass me the flashcards” Minho repeats a serious look on his face. Jisung nods his head and passes Minho the cards. Neither of them says anything as Minho flicks through the cards, his eyes darting around the cards before he looks back into Jisungs eyes.
“Okay, hmm where should I start? Ahhh, point to the masseter” Minho reads off the card before looking down at Jisung.
Jisung couldn’t believe he was being serious. Jisung couldn’t believe he had somehow found himself in this situation but the universe works in amazing ways. Jisung took a deep breath in and out before he pushed himself off the floor and stood in front of Minho. Minho gives Jisung a small smile and Jisung raised his hand to gently touch his jaw with his index finger. Minho startles at the touch and Jisung pulls his hand away.
“Ah sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you it’s just when we do this in class we are told to make contact with the model so our teachers know for sure we are pointing at the right one. It’s a habit I guess, sorry” Jisung mumbled looking down at the floor.
“Hey, it’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it, but it makes sense, keep doing it,” Minho says straightening himself up again and looking at the cards. Jisung blinks a few times watching over Minho’s hands as he looks through the cards. Jisung knows he’s trying to mix it up so he can’t predict what he’s going to ask him next.
“Trapezius” Minho says next and Jisungs hand comes out with confidence as it touched his shoulder. All Minho does is smile at him before he is shuffling through the cards.
“Latissimus dorsi” Jisung looked at Minho for a moment letting his brain take in what he had said and once it clicks he sneak his hand around the back of Minho and touch the upper outside of his back. “Ah, there you go,” Minho says, Jisung notices the small smile on his lips as he looks through the cards once again.
“Vastus lateralis,” Minho says and waits for Jisung to answer. Jisung knew this one and touch the muscle that makes up the thigh along with many others.
“Dorsal interossei” Jisung quickly looks down at Minho’s feet, which he hadn’t noticed were also bare, before he drops to one knee to lightly tap on Minho’s foot in the right spot. Jisung looks up when he hears a noise come from Minho, it isn’t quite a moan or groan but it definitely sounds like he fought to keep it inside.
“You okay?” Jisung asked genuinely concerned for Minho, thinking maybe he had changed his mind or that he had hurt him. Minho looks down at him his eyes hard to read, they are heavier than usual, darker and Jisung had to stop himself from shying away from Minho. Minho doesn’t answer Jisung, he just gives him a short nod before looking through the cards again, covering his face with the cards. Jisung clears his throat and stands back up. Minho doesn’t look at him as he says the next muscle.
“Intercostal” Jisung knew this one and placed the pads of his index and middle finger on the space in between Minho’s ribs. With his fingers there Jisung could feel the sharp breath Minho took in and how it stutters past his lips. Jisung was about to ask him if he was okay for a second time but Minho asked him for another muscle his brain blanking.
“Gracilis” Minho says his eyes dark and heavy again. Jisung’s fingers shift on Minho’s ribs not moving anywhere, they start tapping his skin as he thought about where he had to touch next. Jisung’s brain was well and truly firing a blank on this one, he didn’t have a clue where this one was. Jisung started to get annoyed at himself as he looked over Minho’s body hoping it would cause him to remember.
“Need a hint?” Minho’s voice broke Jisung out of his spiralling, his voice sounding calm but apprehensive. Jisung thought about it for a little while knowing on his test he wouldn’t be able to have a hint but also how he really didn’t know the answer.
“Please” Jisung sounded as defeated as he felt as he let his head drop a level.
“It’s below my hips,” Minho said gently removing Jisungs fingers from his ribs and placing them on his hip. Jisungs eyebrows draw together as he started to think about the muscles that made up the legs and without thinking he dropped to his knees again, his fingers still resting on Minho’s hip. Jisung starts to nibble on his lower lip, deep in concentration as he tries to work it out, and his fingers start to tap on Minho’s hip. Jisung stays there for however long it is his brain to flick through all his notes that make up your memory. When it still doesn’t come to him, he starts to really bite on his lip close to drawing blood and his fingers on Minho’s hip slip down the outside of his thigh in defeat. In his defeat, Jisung doesn’t notice the way Minho had been watching him and the goosebumps that follow his fingers as he stroked his thigh.
“I don’t know,” Jisung say sadly his head hanging between his shoulders as he fights back tears. A finger under his chin has him lifting his head to look at Minho. He’s looking down at Jisung with wide, dark eyes, his jaw tense and face neutral.
“Want me to show you?” Minho asks giving Jisung a small smile. Jisung gives him a small smile back and asks Minho to show him. Minho slowly reaches for Jisung’s hand and he gives it to him. Jisung feels the way Minho’s hand takes hold of his and brings his two fingers back out. Jisung watches his hand in Minho’s as he brings it closer to his body. Neither of them says anything as Minho places Jisung’s fingers on the innermost part of his upper thigh, Jisung’s fingers slipping under the hem of his boxers ever so slightly. Once Jisung’s fingers are firmly placed on his skin he looks up at Minho to see the same dark and heavy look in his eyes. Jisung can’t help but shift under their weight, his knees lifting and lowering themselves on the floor. This little movement causes his fingers to move up and down on Minho’s leg slightly. The movement was small but the reaction from Minho tells Jisung that he felt it. His face shifts to an expression of surprise before pleasure as his hips buck forward ever so slightly. Jisungs look back down at where his fingers rest on Minho’s skin and he moves them again. This time Jisung watches the way Minho’s thigh twitches and goosebumps cover the skin. Jisung hums in interest as he let your fingers slip further under Minho’s boxers. Jisung keeps stroking the skin lightly with his lip still in between your teeth as he observes the reaction his touch was causing.
Minho groans above Jisung and he reaches out to tug Jisung’s bottom lip from his teeth with his thumb. Jisung’s eyes shoot up to see him looking over him, his eyes looking at his bitten lip with curiosity.
“What muscle is this?” Minho asks as his thumb taps at Jisung’s bottom lip. His eyes never leave it as his thumb begins to brush his lip. Jisung look up at him in shock, not wanting him to stop but also not sure what was happening.
“Min?” Jisung asked around Minho’s thumb.
“What muscle Jisung?” Minho repeats his face dipping further down to Jisung’s face, his body looming over his. All Jisung can do is blink as he looks over Minho’s face. Of course, he has seen his best friend close up, they have shared beds in the past but this felt different, this felt intimate. Jisung tried to work out whether Minho was being serious but when he notices the way Minho’s head tilts slightly to the side he knows he was being serious.
“I….I don’t know I….” Jisung stammers over his words and tries to pull his head out of Minho’s hold. Minho doesn’t allow him, he uses his other hand to hold onto Jisung’s neck, gently but the touch had Jisungs body setting on fire. Jisungs eyes look down at Minho’s lips the way they are forming the words, and how the muscles shape the words.
“You do know, I know you do,” Minho says getting even closer to Jisung, “Tell me Jisung,” Jisung’s mouth opens and closes his mind not being able to get words to come out. He looks down at Minho’s lips again, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip.
“Orbicularis oris” Jisung whispers before flicking his tongue out. He didn’t mean to catch Minho’s thumb but the wave of arousal it shoots through Jisung’s body causes him to do it again. This time Jisung flicks his tongue over the tip of the thumb before closing his upper lip around it. Jisung lets his eyes slip closed as he suckles on Minho’s thumb. The thumb rests on Jisungs front teeth and he brushes his tongue over the pad of the thumb.
“Sung?” Minho speaks into the space between them.
“Hmm?” Jisung hums and opens his eyes and looks up through his eyelashes.
“What are you doing?” Minho asks wiggling his thumb a little in Jisungs mouth, not removing it but tapping it against his teeth. Jisung pulls away slightly, letting Minho’s thumb rest on his lower lip again before speaking.
“Showing you what the muscle can do Hyung, that’s all” Jisung says sweetly, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, without realising just what he was doing. Minho’s face grows serious as he lets his thumb slip from Jisungs lip, his other hand slipping from Jisungs neck. Jisung closes his mouth and leans back on his hunches, his hands coming together to twist at his shirt.
“Sung…”
“I’m so…”
They spoke at the same time their eyes widening as they met. They continue to look at one another, neither breaking the silence, their eyes looking around each other’s faces trying to work out what the other one was going to say. Jisung can’t bring himself to look at Minho anymore so he starts to collect all his things up and stands up from the floor, leaving his supplies in a messy pile on the floor. He looks at his feet as he makes his way towards the hallway, wanting to get as much distance from Minho as possible. Jisung turns his head to look at Minho where he was still standing in the middle of the living room. Jisung takes a deep breath and looks back towards his bedroom door.
Jisung makes it as far as having his hand on the doorknob before his wrist is pulled off the cold metal and he is being turned around on the spot. Minho is standing there with a firm grip on his wrist and a look in his eye Jisung can’t make out.
“Hyung?” Jisung asks, his eyes widening as Minho steps closer to him.
“Minho?” he asks again as Minho steps into his space, one of his hands comes up to lean against the door behind Jisung’s head.
“Hyung I….I was just…shit I”
“Jisung, just stop talking for one goddamn second,” Minho says as he slips his other hand against Jisungs cheek and grips the back of his neck, “and let me…” Minho doesn’t finish before he brushes their lips together. The kiss is way too soft for the amount of tension they were both feeling but little did both of them know this was something they had both wanted for a while now. Minho pulls back for a second before pressing back in but this time the pressure is hard and Jisung is sure he hears Minho groan behind his closed lips. Jisung takes a while to react and when he does he grabs a hold of Minho’s biceps and pulls him closer.
It is Jisung’s turn to whine when Minho swipes his tongue over Jisung’s bitten lower lip asking to be let in. Jisung opens his lips and feels the gentle brush of Minho’s tongue on his and loses his mind. As Jisung kisses and licks Minho’s lips, his lips begin to tingle. He ignores it at first thinking it’s all psychological but then his tongue picks up on the taste of cherry and he’s sure he nearly cums on the spot. As they kiss and pull at one another Jisung remembers what lip balm Minho has and swears to himself for not kissing him sooner. The tingling feeling adds to the sensations that they were both feeling, their lips and chins covered in spit, their hands gripping at one another.
“Off,” Minho says against Jisungs lips as he tugs at his t-shirt. Jisung is quick to pull the clothing over his head and lets it fall to the floor as his bare chest is now on show. Minho’s hands come to hold onto his bare waist, his fingers nearly meeting at the small of Jisung’s back with how small Jisungs waist is. Minho smashes their lips together again in a heated kiss as his hands pull Jisung in by his waist, causing their bare chests to rub together along with the clothes cocks, their skin zapping from electricity as they grind against one another. Jisung runs his hands down Minho’s back feeling the muscles tense and release under his touch as Minho pushes him against the door. Minho pulls away from Jisung’s lips and looks down at him due to their small height difference. Jisung opens his eyes just in time to see Minho smirking at him before he leans down to kiss his jaw. Jisung lets his head fall back till it bumps against the door giving Minho more access to his neck. Jisung feels the way Minho smiles against his neck as he leaves open-mouthed and wet kisses along Jisungs sweaty skin.
As Minho leaves kisses and licks along Jisungs neck Jisung places his hands into Minho’s long dark locks and tugs his head closer to his skin. Jisung can’t help the low moans and whines that leave his mouth as Minho litters his skin in wet sloppy kisses, his teeth catching the skin every so often. Jisung wanted Minho to leave marks, he wanted people to see that he had him all over him.
“Harder. You can mark me Hyung” Jisung lets out in a haze, his body leaning into Minho’s even more. Minho practically growls into Jisungs neck, his hand sharply tugging at Jisungs hair to pull his head to the side. Minho lifts his head slightly and meets Jisungs gaze.
“Want everyone to see where I’ve been huh? Want people to know just where you love to be kissed?” Minho licks his lips and doesn’t give Jisung a chance to reply before he is leaning down and attaches his lips back to Jisungs skin but this time his teeth have more bite, his lips sucking the skin in between them. Jisungs hips snap forward as he shakes his head. He doesn’t want anyone else, he knows no one would feel as good as Minho. Minho laughs a little, no actual humour behind it before whispering into Jisungs ear, “Good because no one else gets to touch you like this from now on, only me,”
Minho slips his hand behind Jisungs back and twists the door handle the door slipping from behind Jisung causing him to fall over his feet. Minho catches him with ease, his forearm resting at the small of his back. Minho keeps eye contact the whole time that he is walking Jisung back towards the bed. Jisung feels like a deer being stalked by a lion, the hair on his body standing up in anticipation as he lets himself be hunted. Before Jisung can fall on the bed Minho grips the drawstrings of his jogging bottoms and keeps him standing. Jisung watches as Minho twiddles the strings around his fingers before letting them go to slip his fingers into the waistband. With his eyes down Jisung can see how hard he is, embarrassingly so, but he can also see how hard Minho is and unless his eyes are betraying him he notices a wet patch on the front of his boxers. The sight causes his stomach to flip as he looks back up at Minho whose eyes are looking at him with so much heat and desire Jisung is sure if he could he’d be able to swim in it.
“I’m going to pull these down now okay,” Minho says and it causes Jisungs head to spin a little, where has the animalistic need gone, Minho’s voice sounding too soft for how he’s looking at him, eyes full of sexual need. Minho pushes Jisungs jogging bottoms down and feels the way his hands skim along his thighs as the trousers fall to his ankles. Jisung steps out of the garment and it’s only when he takes in Minho’s shocked expression that he remembers he hadn’t put any boxers on this morning, feeling too drained and out of it to think of it. Minho’s eyes take in his hard and now slightly leaking cock, the way it hits his lower stomach and curves ever so slightly to the left. Jisung has never felt so seen before and goes to cover himself up but is stopped by Minho’s hands coming to hold onto his wrists. “I don’t think so Jisung, you are the one that hasn’t been wearing any underwear, let me see you,” Minho says as he holds Jisungs arms to the side.
“Hyung” Jisung whines high in his throat. Minho doesn’t respond to him he just skims his eyes over Jisungs bare body. He only drops Jisungs arms when the younger whines a lot more for him to stop being silly. Minho’s head tilts at the comment his eyebrows pulling together slightly before he blinks a few times. When he opens his eyes again he looks different, that desire and want is back. He gently pushes Jisungs chest with two fingers and watches as Jisung falls onto his bed. Minho stands at the end of the bed watching him as he shuffles up the bed a little till his head rests on the pillows. Jisung watches Minho, watches how his chest rises and falls as he looks over Jisung. Jisung watches when Minho finally snaps and yanks his boxers down before kicking them somewhere in the room, his glasses being haphazardly thrown on top. Jisung doesn’t have much time to think or look before Minho is leaning over him, his forearms resting on either side of his head, and his lips come down to brush against Jisungs before speaking.
“I want you Sungie, badly, but I need to know you want me to” Minho’s voice is tender again, his body feeling miles away as he keeps it hanging above Jisungs. Jisung feels his eyes begin to water as he takes a deep breath in. He had thought about this moment a few times, especially when they first moved in with one another and now that it was here he couldn’t believe it. Jisung blinks away the tears that threaten to slip past his eyes and says the words he thought he’d never say out loud.
“I want you Minho,”
How Jisung ended up on his hands and knees with Minho eating him out isn’t something Jisung can remember easily. He knows that a lot of kissing was involved and an embarrassingly high amount of moans from him, but the details are missing from him. All he knows is that Minho had begged to let him taste him and who was Jisung to deny Minho something he wanted? Minho gripped Jisung’s thighs as he pulled him back on his tongue, his lips sucking on Jisungs rim. Jisung couldn’t really get much out apart from pathetic attempts at Minho’s name and whines as he let Minho have his way with him.
“God you taste incredible,” Minho said against Jisungs fluttering hole his hot breath chilling against the cooling spit. Jisung could feel the spit running down his balls and pooling on his sheets, the dirty thought sending him further into desire. “I’m going to need you to sit on my face sometime Sung, God” Minho said and drove back in into eating Jisung like it was his last meal on earth.
“Fuck!” Jisung shouts as he cums untouched at not only the thought of sitting on Minho’s face but also the thought that Minho wants to do this again, his stomach tensing as cum paints his stomach and bedsheets. His vision blacks out and his ears ring as he has one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Jisung lets his body come down from reaching its release before he tries to turn his head to look at Minho. Although when he does he wishes he hadn’t, the sight that greets him has his cock filling out again. Minho is sat on his hunches, one of his hands slowly tugging at his cock while the other rests on Jisungs ass. His eyes are cast down at what Jisung imagines to be his now semi-hard cock and the mess on the sheets.
“Hyung” Jisung whines feeling very exposed. Minho looks up at him slowly, his head moving first and his eyes only moving when they could look down anymore. The look on his face has Jisung gasping and clutching at the sheets underneath him. “please!” What Jisung was asking for he wasn’t sure but Minho seemed to understand because he softly guided Jisung to lay on his back and asked him where his lube was. Once Minho found the bottle in the mess that is Jisung bedside drawer he carefully squeezed a good amount on his finger before looking at Jisung.
“Are you sure?” Minho questioned his other hand gently rubbing Jisung’s hip.
“Yeah, I’m sure” Jisung confirms quietly and waits for the strange but familiar feeling. As Minho slowly pushes his finger past the ring of muscle Jisung can’t take his eyes off Minho. Minho’s gaze switches from watching his finger disappear into Jisung to looking back into his eyes. Whenever Jisung catches his eye he gives him a lopsided grin which is returned by a shy smirk from Minho. Minho starts to pump his finger in and out of Jisung, his body relaxing with every pass of Minho’s finger. Soon he is begging for another and when Minho pushes the second one in with a bit more lube Jisung can’t help the loud gaps he lets out. Minho is quick to still his fingers and move so he is leaning over Jisung with his fingers still inside him.
“Look at me Sungie,” Minho commands and Jisung is quick to open his eyes. “Does it hurt?” Minho asks his voice laced with concern and worry. Jisung places one of his hands on the back of Minho’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss. It’s soft and quick but when he lets Minho pull back slightly he feels heavy.
“Doesn’t hurt, just feels strange” Jisung screws his face up in distaste and Minho is quick to lean down and place gentle kisses on his frown lines.
“Been a while huh?” Minho asks with a playful glint in his eyes. Jisung feels the way his face goes bright red at the question, it has been a while, even longer since he bottomed for someone. “That’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you,” Minho says sweetly before pulling his fingers out ever so slightly and pushing them back in. As Minho repeats this the strange feeling is replaced by a feeling of pleasure as the glide starts to rub in all the right places. Unsurprisingly, Jisung is soon asking for more his body grinding down on Minho’s fingers as he fucks them in and out of his hole. As Minho pulls the two fingers out to add another Jisung pulls his head down. When he feels the fingers resting against his hole he whispers against Minho’s lips
“Please,”
With that Minho pushes all three of his fingers deep inside Jisung feeling the way the younger clenches around him and whines at the stretch.
“God you’re taking my fingers so well Sungie, taking them so deep” Minho says as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of Jisung at a slow but steady pace. He keeps his fingers away from his prostrate for as long as possible not wanting to give Jisung too much too soon. On a deep thrust on the pullout, Minho brushes against the spot and it had Jisung arching off the bed as he lets out a breathy moan.
“More…..need more” Jisung gets out between short breaths as he tries to get Minho to brush his spot again. Minho chuckles above him as he gives him want he wants and lets his fingers brush it over and over till Jisung is begging him to fuck him. “Fuck….Fuck me Hyung. I’m ready please, fuck me,”
“Fucking hell, yeah okay, I’ve got you” Minho says as he slowly pulls his fingers out of Jisungs hole. Minho grabs a condom from the drawer where the lube was and adds more lube before resting the tip of his cock at Jisungs hole. He looks down at Jisung who is already looking fucked out and gently pulls at his thigh so his leg is resting on his hips. With his spare hand, he guides his cock into Jisung only a little before pulling back, only letting the tip slip in. Jisung whines in frustration and uses the leg that is resting on Minho’s waist to pull the elder closer to him. Minho smiles down at him and takes that as a yes as he slowly glides his cock fully into Jisungs heat.
“Ahhhhh fuck” Jisung moans and clambers to grab onto Minho’s biceps for support. Minho gives him a wicked smile before asking him a question Jisung was not expecting.
“What muscle is that Jisung?” Minho’s voice sounds strained as he forces himself not to fuck into Jisungs tight heat.
“What?” Jisung cries out, blinking and shaking his head.
“What muscle are you touching with your hands, Sung? Come on, tell me and I might start fucking you” Minho says with too much control in his voice for how unhinged he actually feels. Just as Jisung opens his mouth to answer the very easy question Minho shifts his hips causing his cock to rub against Jisungs walls. Jisung wails at the feeling of his hands squeezing the muscles in question as he throws his head back against the pillows.
“Hyunggggg” Jisung whine his eyes watering and his hips trying to move. Minho uses his now free hand to still Jisung’s hips, the grip was bruising or so Jisung hoped.
“What muscle Jisung?” Minho’s voice sends a chill down Jisungs spine and has time pathetically answering.
“Biceps brachii, tricep, brachialis……God how many more Hyung?” Jisung rambles as he loses all of his self-respect, basically begging to be fucked. Minho doesn’t answer him he just pulls his hips back and before Jisung can whine about that he snaps his hips back. The pace he sets from the get-go is a brutal one, knowing from past drunk conversations and even being friends with some of Jisungs past hookups just how Jisung likes it.
“Now that wasn’t so hard now was it Jisung? That was pretty easy as well. Maybe you should be studying a bit harder” Minho’s words were harsh but Jisung heard them barely through the veil of desire that was covering everything, from his head to his pinkie toe.
“Ah ah ah ah,” is all Jisung could get out as Minho slammed into him his hand dragging Jisungs hips to meet his hips as he snaps forward. Jisung dared to look up at Minho and he swore he saw God. Minho’s forehead was shiny with sweat and his face was the prettiest shade of pink, his eyebrows were drawn together in concentration and his eyes were looking down to where their bodies were connected. Jisung grabbed onto Minho’s cheeks on either side and tilted his head to look at Jisung and when Minho does his hips stutter against Jisungs, his pace faltering a little as his glassy eyes look over Jisungs features. Jisung skims his thumb over one of Minho’s cheekbones and mutters two words that change everything.
“So pretty,”
Minho lets his head fall till its resting against Jisungs shoulder as he starts to feel the familiar feeling build in his stomach. A part of him wanted this to last forever, never wanting to it end, but feeling Jisung wrap around him so tightly and seeing the look in Jisung’s eyes is too much for him to deal with right now. Minho moves his hands from Jisungs hips, one of them holding onto his thigh and the other coming up to hold onto Jisungs hair. Minho pulls lightly on strands feeling the way they slip through his fingers and the way Jisung clenches around him. Minho lifts his head a little till their cheeks are resting against one another, Minho’s hot breath hitting the pillow. The sound of Jisungs moans and grunts fills Minho’s ear so well it has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his own gruff grunts hitting Jisungs ear head-on.
“Fuck fuck, you feel so good,” Minho rasps as his hips being to lose their rhythm his release coming.
“Ahh Hyung, I, fuck,” Jisung can’t really form any other kind of words, his brain turned to horny soup.
“Can you come again Sungie?” Minho asks with genuine curiosity, the feeling of Jisungs hard cock in between them very hard to miss.
“Yeah I can yeah, I want to,” Jisung babbles his eyes watering as he grips and pulls at Minho’s neck and back.
“You want to come on Hyung’s cock huh? Greedy Sungie, coming twice” Minho chuckled in Jisungs ear but honestly, he found it incredibly hot. He let go of Jisungs hip and snuck his hand in between them both to take hold of Jisungs cock. Minho began to pump Jisungs cock in time with his trust, his own cock twitching inside Jisung.
“You come to Hyung, want you to” Jisung says simply his mind fucked kind of dumb. Minho smiled against Jisungs neck as he picked up the pace of both his hand and hip as he latched onto Jisungs neck with his lips. Jisung gives no warning before he is coming all over Minho’s hand, his fingernails digging into Minho’s shoulders. “Mmmmiiiiiinnnnnnhhhhhhooooooo” Jisung screams out as his body tenses underneath Minho and his hole forms a vice grip around Minho. This and the sound of his name on Jisungs lips is what has Minho falling over the edge his come filling the condom.
“Ffuuccckk” Minho lets out with a low groan as his hips roll slowly to ride out his orgasm. Once the both of them have particularly come down from their high Minho collapses half on Jisung and half on the bed, his semi-hard cock slipping out of Jisung. Minho manages to pull the condom off and ties it up before throwing it in the bin not far from the bed. When he turns back to Jisung he is met with the image of him sleeping, his hand resting on his chest and his legs still bent at the knee and flat against the bed. Minho huffs a small laugh at him before getting up to get something to clean them both up.
It’s only once Jisung is cleaned up and under a blanket, Minho had threw on him, with Minho leaving him to sleep while he has a shower that Minho feels a heavy weight fall on his shoulders. He had just fucked his best friend, his roommate, his secret crush and he didn’t even know how he should feel about it. A part of him was so happy, he had finally seen Jisung the way he had dreamt about for so long but he doesn’t know where this left them now. He really didn’t want to lose Jisung but he also didn’t want to ignore that it happened. As he stood in front of the mirror drying off he looked at himself and decided that he would go with whatever Jisung did. If Jisung wanted to talk about it and may make something of it then he would but if Jisung didn’t address it and acted like nothing happened then Minho would go with that.
What could go wrong?