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Jisung whines when Minho slides his fingers out of him. Still, he clenches around nothing, empty and excited. Anticipation bubbles under his skin and he watches intently as Minho wipes his hand with a tissue. But then, instead of finally fucking him, he lowers Jisung’s legs and straddles his hips.
“Haven’t kissed you enough.” He says.
There’s a hunger in his eyes that takes residence there when they’ve been apart for too long. Jisung understands it, mirrors it in his own heart, always wanting more. Needing him closer.
He laughs against Minho’s lips. “You can kiss me as you fuck me. They’re not mutually exclusive.” Still, he lets him.
Opens his mouth and lets Minho lick his teeth. Lick behind them and slot his tongue against Jisung’s own, perfect match. It’s wet and a little messy, but it’s how they both like it. Minho’s cock is hard and impatient between their stomachs and Jisung is no better.
“Wrong.” Minho gets one hand on Jisung’s neck and the other in his hair. “So wrong, jagi. You can barely kiss back when you’re getting fucked.” He smiles at him, before scrunching his nose and bumping it against Jisung’s, like he just said something cute.
“Nuh-uh.” Jisung insists and ignores the way his dick twitches.
“Uh-huh.” He pouts. “You become useless. Mouth open and tongue just hanging out. Like a puppy.” With a sigh, he strokes Jisung’s hair and Jisung fights the urge to close his eyes. “Get a little cock drunk. Fucked stupid. And I haven’t kissed you in forever, I miss it.”
Jisung smiles into the next kiss. He lets his hands slide to Minho’s thighs, solid, meaty, caging him in. He always forgets how it feels to dig his fingers in all that flesh, hard proof of years of dancing on the side.
“Thought you liked that about me?”
Minho smiles too, their teeth clinking together. “Among other things.” He bites Jisung’s bottom lip gently, just enough to have it bounce back a little. “Also love your mouth.” Then he’s looking at him in that way he only looks at Jisung, in a way that makes Jisung wish he could disappear because it’s too heavy. Too intense. “My Jisungie.”
Warmth spreads in his belly and he’s sure it’s on his cheeks too, turning them pink. He squeezes Minho’s thighs and sighs. “That’s me.”
“Just you.” Minho’s hand is warm on his cheek, a little sweaty. It feels heavy and it feels light. “My boy.”
Jisung melts into the sheets. He can’t help the smile stretching his cheeks. He tips his head up for more kisses. Minho indulges him. It’s slow and steady, savoring. Minho’s small hands back on Jisung’s neck, thumb stroking along his Adam’s apple. Jisung bucks his hips up, needy and wanting. Minho just hums and kisses him more.
“Pretty baby.” he whispers the words between Jisung’s teeth, tucks them safe under his tongue. “Your hair has grown.”
“New concept. I asked them to keep it longer for this tour. You like?”
Minho gets a handful and runs his fingers through it. It’s healthy now, Jisung is keeping it his natural color so it has some life in it. “I like. But I might be a little biased, I don’t think I’m a good enough judge.”
It makes Jisung giggle. “As long as you like it, your opinion is the only important one.”
Minho rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. Jisung has missed his bunny teeth so much, that borderline maniacal laughter when he talks about how Jisung resembles a squirrel trying to save up for winter when he’s eating. That sleepy drop of his eyelids when he’s fighting to stay up longer with him. He’s missed all of it and now it’s in front of him, all his for the taking.
“Will you fuck me?” he asks, open and honest in his desire, never one to hide from Minho.
Minho grinds on top of him, barely there but enough to have Jisung’s stomach turn in a million excited knots. “Yeah, jagi. Anything you want.”
He gets off of him and slides a pillow under Jisung’s ass, the small one he places between his knees when he’s sleeping alone. When Jisung is there, he gets the octopus treatment instead. The sound of the lube opening again has him squirming in excitement. He watches as Minho strokes himself, as it spills out between his fingers. He wants his cock in his mouth. His fingers too. If he were a more patient man he’d get on his knees right now, but it’s been over a month and he can’t wait any longer.
Minho holds his thigh, squeezing it a little. He taps the head against Jisung’s hole, eyes fixated where they’re connecting. Jisung spreads his legs even more. When Minho starts sliding inside, he clenches on instinct before relaxing and taking a deep breath. It’s slow, too slow and too much at the same time, especially after so long.
Minho keeps looking at his face, searching for his eyes. Jisung reaches for his hand and smiles around a gasp when they lock fingers. Once Minho fucks all the way inside him, his hips meeting Jisung’s ass, Jisung throws his head back.
“Ah-ahhh—“
“Thereeee it is.” Minho groans, close to his ear. “That whine when I fuck into you for the first time, god. Thought about it so much every time I fucked my hand. But I couldn’t remember it like this.”
Heat drenches Jisung’s face and spreads to his chest, threatening to envelop him whole. Sometimes Minho will just say things that make Jisung feel like embarrassment is the only emotion available to him in the world.
“Ah, hyung.” He whines, whispering into Minho’s neck. “You did?”
“’Course I did.” Minho removes Jisung’s hair from his face. He tucks it behind his ear and kisses his forehead. Stays unmoving inside him. “When I’d watch your performances. They keep putting you in those crop tops, jagi. All sweaty and eye fucking the camera. Bet I’m not the only one too.”
He grinds into him, just a little, barely pulling out. Jisung gasps again. He clings to Minho’s arms. “Sucks for them. I come home to you.”
He swears he can feel Minho throbbing inside him. He presses Jisung’s hand to the cold sheets and says, “You do.”
When he rocks his hips it’s barely there movement but still sets Jisung’s skin on fire. He feels like he might cry any second, all of his feelings too close to the surface. It’s overwhelming in the same way that a weighted blanket after a day of schedules is, pressing him down and forcing him out of his head.
“I did it too.” He admits, thinking of lonely nights in random hotel rooms all across the States.
Minho hums and drags his nose under Jisung’s jaw, ticklish. “Yeah?”
“My fingers.” Jisung breathes into his face.
“No dildo?”
“Can’t bring that shit to the airport.” He laughs. “Too scared.”
“My poor little thing.” Minho pouts. “You should bring me with you next time. I’m multi use.”
“Oh really?” Jisung lets his palms spread over his broad shoulders. “Like what?”
Minho moves a little, gets better leverage on his knees and starts properly rocking his hips. “I can be your dildo. And your massage therapist. And your cook. I know you’ve been dying for a home cooked meal.”
Jisung giggles and nods. “Been dying for your home cooked meal.”
“Then it’s a good thing I found a place that sells good fish. I’ve been practicing making sashimi, but it has to be fresh, so I’ll go get it tomorrow.”
Jisung’s heart does a little somersault in his chest. He worries it will jump out and run to Minho, straight into his hands, his mouth. He shakes his head and tucks Minho’s hair behind his ear, also longer now than the last time they saw each other in person.
“Hyung, I really love you.”
Even still, after all this time together, he can’t predict Minho’s response to it. It depends on a lot of factors and right now, he maybe expects you’re that easy, huh or save it for later, maybe it won’t be good, but Minho hasn’t stopped touching him since Jisung arrived and Jisung knows. That emptiness when they’re apart is rooted deep inside them both.
He blinks a few times and the tips of his ears are red when he whispers, “I love you too, Jisung-ah.”
They kiss again. Minho stretches him so well, just what he needed, what he craved for weeks. “Hyung has to be careful with you.” He tells him as Jisung drags his nails over his back. “Been a while, have to get you used to it again.”
Jisung wishes his body could take shape of Minho’s cock. He wishes he didn’t need prep, could take him whenever they wanted, could make him fit inside and stay there forever.
He whines, the burn in the small of his back small but there. “Please do. Don’t have to dance for a while now, you can do what you want with me.”
“Fuck, Hannie.” His next thrust drives him in deeper, jostles Jisung’s body on the bed. They both chuckle. “I’m not letting you go soon.”
Jisung’s missed how Minho’s voice dips into lust like this, deep and rough and just for Jisung’s ears. How he gets lost in him, lost in consuming him and moving his body, moving Jisung’s body how he likes, taking care of him. It’s like it pains him to be apart, however little it may be, their chest glued together. It’s not ideal for properly fucking him, but Jisung doesn’t mind. He wraps his arms around Minho’s middle and his legs around his hips, pressing on his ass with his feet.
“Missed this.” He slurs, mouth indeed hanging open how Minho said.
Unsurprisingly, he takes the opportunity to lick into it. “Hyung’s cock?”
“Mmmm, all of you.” Jisung purrs. “But your cock, yes. If I got my dildo I’d be too sad I can’t have the real thing.”
Minho laughs, kind and soft. He pulls back a little, sits up and places his hand on Jisung’s tummy. “You have me now, so don’t worry about that.” His cock is heavy inside Jisung and he drags it out slowly, slamming back in. Jisung moans and arches his back. “Don’t worry about a thing, jagi. My lovely boy.”
Jisung lets his arms fall on the bed, whimpers when Minho grabs his hips and pulls him closer. He used to care about what he looked like during sex, if he was sexy enough, if he was arching his back at the right time and making the right face. Minho likes him natural though, he’s told him many times. Told Jisung he’s sexy to him no matter what he’s doing as long as he’s feeling good. Took some time, but Jisung believes it now. He’s Minho’s boy. His jagi, his baby. It’s the only truth he knows.
“Better than your fingers, Hannie?”
Jisung can hear the smirk in his voice. He opens his eyes to see it too and doesn’t fight the urge to reach out and grope his chest, squeeze the firm muscle. He thumbs both his nipples and smiles when Minho’s rhythm breaks, aware how sensitive he is.
“Ah, baby—“ he moans, arching into the touch.
“So much better.” Jisung tells him. “Better than anything.”
Minho grabs his leg and throws it over his shoulder. His lips are impossibly soft where they press to Jisung’s ankle. He noses along his calf, raising goosebumps in his path. Jisung tugs him forward, clumsy.
“C’mere.” Minho goes, willing, his. Jisung leads his head to his neck, fisting his hair. “You can mark me up. No one’s gonna see me for a while.”
Minho moans into his skin before biting. Jisung yelps and squeezes around his cock, tugging harder, not letting him go. Minho sucks his mark into him. They can rarely afford this in visible places, with the nature of Jisung’s job. But his fans know he’s a private person and he needs time to wind down and disappear after a tour. He’s gonna curl in his little hole with Minho until he becomes one with bed.
“There.” Minho kisses the spot. “My Jisungie.”
“Your Jisungie.” Jisung breathes out, delirious with happiness. He finds Minho’s mouth, bites his lower lip. Swallows his whine. “Fuck me. Fuck me, jagi, need it so bad.”
Nodding before he’s even finished the sentence, Minho holds him in place by his hips and speeds up. It punches pathetic little noises out of Jisung’s throat, high pitched and needy and raw.
“More.” He begs, shameless. “More, hyung.”
Minho gives him more. Always gives Jisung whatever he asks for, indulges him in everything. Spoils him rotten and then some more. Jisung’s never known love like this and he never will.
“Kept thinking of you.” Minho grits through his teeth. “You should have called me. When you touched yourself. Fucked your fingers, should have called me. I’d talk you through it.”
Jisung grips the pillow under his head. “Fucking—time zones. I hate them.”
“I’d wake up for you, honey. Stay up until I make you cum, you know that.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. For our next—next tour.”
“Good.” Minho moans. “That’s it, so good. Fuck, you feel—god. Jisung.”
“You too.” He cries out. “You too, hyung, Minho hyung, ‘m so full, oh, you’re so deep in me.” he trails his hands over his own stomach and chest, oversensitive to any touch. “Everywhere, you’re everywhere. You’re gonna make me cum.”
Minho’s hand ghosts over his ribs, sliding lower. “Like this, or…”
“Like this, just like this.” Jisung insists, bringing him down again. “Just from your cock. Just from you.”
Minho nods. He holds him close and fucks him deep and hard, but with so much care. Jisung’s thighs are trembling. He feels like his lungs are shrinking, like after an exhausting performance. After Changbin tortures him at the gym.
“Baby.” he kisses his cheek. “Hyung’s baby, you’re finally home, I got you.”
“Please.” he sobs when Minho fucks into him just right, touches him where it feels the best. He thinks Minho will have his nails buried into his skin for a few days. “Please, jagi, I—“
He doesn’t get to finish the thought, pleasure washing over him. He feels his cock twitch, trapped between their bodies, spilling all over them. He clenches so hard Minho has to stop moving, holding him just as tight.
“That’s it.” He praises, kissing behind Jisung’s ear. “That’s it, good boy. Such a good boy.”
Jisung needs a few seconds to come back to his body and mind. He goes back to wrapping all his limbs around Minho, visceral fear of having him pull away gripping his organs. “Keep… keep going.” He’s too breathless and quiet that he wouldn’t be heard if they weren’t as close. “Need to feel you. I need it so bad.”
Minho moans from his words alone. He makes it work, even with the deathly grip Jisung has on him, he grinds into him and keeps kissing down his neck.
“Shit, I’m close.” He rasps, spitting a little on Jisung’s chin. “Baby, let me, just a bit—“
Jisung lets his legs fall apart and Minho fucks him, hard and fast, chasing his own pleasure. Jisung zeroes in on his face, the layer of sweat, matted hair and flushed cheeks. He’s still holding Jisung by his hair, by his shoulder, strong and stable. His cock splits Jisung open, he feels as if Minho reached under his skin.
“Ah, ah, ah—“ Minho’s voice is accompanied by the slapping of his thighs against Jisung’s ass. He presses their foreheads together and his entire weight on Jisung. “Love you, love you, baby, missed you—ahh, fuck—“
Jisung feels it, spreading warm inside him, deep inside. Minho shudders on top of him as he fills him up and when Jisung expects him to fall and crush him, he gathers the last of his strength and sits up, pulling Jisung with him. He stays inside and Jisung sits on his lap, clinging like a cat. Claws and all. There is no force in the world that would unwrap him from here.
Minho is no better, stroking Jisung’s back and pulling him closer, despite the fact that there’s nowhere for him to go. He nuzzles into Jisung’s neck and presses tired kisses over his collarbone. Jisung combs his fingers through his hair. He whines when Minho stretches but it’s just to get his water bottle from the nightstand. He opens it and holds Jisung steady with a hand on the small of his back when he presses it to his lips. Once Jisung drains half, Minho finishes it.
They stare at each other’s eyes, Minho’s hands on Jisung’s cheeks when he laughs. Jisung laughs with him and then kisses him.
“I want nothing more than to fall asleep right now.” He says. “But if we don’t get up now we never will. And we really have to shower.”
Jisung whines but he nods, tapping his fingers over Minho’s shoulder. He’s going soft inside him and it doesn’t feel particularly amazing for either of them, but they refuse to let go. “You’re right.”
“Let’s go together.”
“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can use my legs right now.”
It gets him a snort and an eye roll. “I got you your cheesecake. I’ll even let you eat it in bed, if we get up now.”
“Wow. You really did miss me, if you’re willing to risk crumbs on your sheets.”
Once again, instead of a joke or a derail, Minho just sighs and wipes sweat from under Jisung’s nose. He then kisses him there. “I guess I did.”
//
Freshly showered and with a full belly (Jisung almost cried when he saw it was from his favorite place – the second thing he’s been most homesick about), he cuddles up to Minho under the covers.
“How long do I get you for?” Minho asks, smelling his hair. “You’re free for a week, right?”
Jisung nuzzles deeper into his chest and throws a leg over his thighs. “Yeah, a week.”
“No Channie hyung to drag you away?”
“Oh god, that reminds me.” Jisung gets his phone off the charger. “He said to text him so he knows I’m okay.”
“You’re a few hours late, jagi.”
“’s okay, he knows I’m with you, he just can’t help his guard dog instincts.”
baby ace:
I’m well fed and well fucked
don’t worry dad<333
Minho laughs when he reads the text over his head. The reply comes almost immediately.
Channie hyung:
sometimes I wish our fans had access to these conversations
so they can put it in their compilations
Bang Chan regretting making 3racha for 8 minutes straight
it would really spice it up
say hi to Minho
Jisung giggles and sends a heart, before he leaves his phone. He rests on Minho again.
“Um, I was gonna see my family.” He says, flattening out Minho’s shirt.
Minho’s fingers stop stroking his back for a second before he continues. “Of course, Hannie. I will not actually hold you hostage here, contrary to popular belief.”
Jisung snorts. He sometimes hates that Minho has to share him with so many people. Jisung’s time is a luxury and a privilege even to himself, let alone the people in his life. His family, small number of idol friends he’s made over the years, his bandmates, the staff, his fans. Some days, all he wants is to say no to all of it and crawl into Minho’s bed, into Minho’s shirt and stay like that until they mold into one entity. As it is though, he is required to be a functional person by many, so he clears his throat and speaks again.
“I was gonna ask you something.”
“Ask me then.”
He’s just gonna say it. He buried it deep inside before he came here and told himself he will not think about it until it was time, because he knew it would psych him out. He wonders if this will be a moment he’ll remember forever or his body will go into that pseudo shock state where he’s so overwhelmed with emotion he completely forgets all the words exchanged.
“Do you wanna come with me?”
Minho’s fingers still again. Jisung’s still too. He tries to force his heart to stay calm. “With you… to see your family?”
He swallows so loudly he feels like a cartoon character. “Yeah. To meet them. If you want.”
A few beats pass in silence, before Minho is drawing patterns on him again. “You want me to?”
“I’m asking.” He chuckles. He’s glad he doesn’t have to look Minho in the eyes for this. “But it’s okay if you’re not ready yet. It won’t make me sad. I want you to do what makes you comfortable.”
He pulls him closer and his hand feels so heavy on Jisung’s waist. “I’m ready. And I’m comfortable. I would love to meet your family, baby.”
Jisung feels a weight lift off his shoulders and he sits up, looking down at Minho. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. Have you talked to them about it or were you planning on just dropping me at their doorstep? Like storks do with babies?”
Jisung blinks at him before he bursts into laughter. “That is literally the weirdest metaphor you could have used for our situation here.” he takes Minho’s hand and strokes his knuckles. They’re rough, he’s been boxing, Jisung knows. “But I did tell them I’ll ask you. I said I’m not promising anything, though.”
“Okay.” Minho nods. “Then I’m meeting your family.”
“If you want to.”
“I want to.”
“Okay. Then you’re meeting my family.” Jisung giggles, giddy and so light he could float away. He throws his leg over Minho’s lap and plants himself there, wills the butterflies in his stomach away once he feels the soreness in his muscles. “Hyung is gonna keep talking about how handsome you are. He’s gonna tease me and ask how much I’m paying you to keep up the charade.”
Minho laughs and places his hands on Jisung’s hips. “Okay. I’ll reveal my monthly paycheck to be Han Jisung’s secret boyfriend.”
He slaps his shoulder. “And mom is gonna fuss over you, she’ll also say you’re very handsome and she’ll keep talking about how happy she is I found someone to take care of me. Also she’s gonna stuff you so full I recommend not eating, like, full 2 days before we go. Seriously. And she’s gonna send you home with food. Then my dad… he’s gonna give you a shovel talk. I’m afraid it’s unavoidable. I told him not to do it and he said he’ll behave but I know he’s gonna find a way to get you alone for 5 minutes and—“
“Jagiya.” Minho interrupts him with a smile on his face. “I can take them. All of them. I’m excited to meet them. They’re part of you. I wanna know every part of you.”
Jisung breathes. He balances on Minho’s chest. “You’ve gotten pretty good with this sincerity thing since I was away.”
Minho blinks a few times and clears his throat. “You’re a words guy, you know? Kinda the words guy. My little songwriter. It’s important to you to know these things so I will say them.”
Something squeezes Jisung’s heart so hard he panics for a second he’ll die. Then he breathes again and he’s still here, on top of Minho, in his room, under his covers. Smelling of his shampoo and wearing his underwear.
“You’re good with actions too. I appreciate those, you know?”
Minho smiles and pulls him in for a quick kiss. “I know, Han-ah. But you also appreciate words. And you deserve both.”
Swallowing, he hopes he’ll be successful in avoiding crying twice tonight. He nods and kisses Minho again. “Okay. Thank you. I was also thinking… when my break is over. We’ll have a chill schedule for a while now, no dance practices and stuff, mostly just studio time. You could come over for a bit. To the dorms. Stay a few days? I know with your job, it’s a little far, but maybe I can even get you a driver.”
Minho tilts his head, like he’s considering it. “Chan hyung and Changbinnie okay with that?”
“Yes. I asked. Plus, you know they love you. I have my own room, we won’t be in the way or anything.” He plays with the collar of Minho’s shirt. “I know we have more privacy here but when I have schedules, we don’t see each other for too long, so. Thought I’d ask.”
“I can take some days off work.” Minho says. Jisung looks at him curiously. “I haven’t in a while. I rarely do when you’re not in town.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. It would be nice. I’d like to stay with you.”
He smiles, flushed down to his toes probably. “Okay. Okay, yeah. I’d like that too. It’d be nice.” To come home to Minho after a long day instead of an empty bed and a video call is actually Jisung’s dream.
“Okay then. We can do that.” He returns him a smile.
Jisung rests his head on his chest and kisses right next to his nipple. Then, since Minho deserves words too, he says, “I’m really happy, jagi.”
Minho pulls the covers properly over his back and kisses his head. “You deserve it all the time, my Jisungie.” Another kiss and a butt pat. “And I’m really happy too.”