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“fuck!” jisung shouts at the top his lungs, throws the console on the table and pulls at his hair. “fuck!” he roars, red in the face as he bangs his fist on the table. “fuck fuck fuck!” he screams so loud minho’s eyes widen. he’s used to jisung throwing a fit when he loses but not like this. the neighbours might come knocking if this continues, or might call the police so as not to get involved. “fuck!” jisung yells, guttural, growls like a demon as he fists his hair again.
minho is stuck to the other end of the sofa, curled up with a book in his lap and eyes glued wide as he stares at jisung losing it, mid-breakdown and definitely on his way to a mental ward if he doesn’t shut up—minho knows the lady across the hall is some volunteer counsellor at the youth centre nearby.
“jisung,” minho starts, calm, stays where he is and doesn’t think of reaching out to touch lest he frighten the rabid animal, “baby, you okay?”
“huh?” jisung turns his head quickly to the side, eyes wild as they settle on minho. he slowly lets go of his hair and the strands stick up in every direction. “yeah, just fucking lost again,” he mumbles and picks up the controller from the floor, where it landed after it ricocheted off the table.
“want another bowl of ice cream?” minho offers, looks at jisung’s bowl that has melted ice cream along the sides of his last bowl, his 3rd bowl.
“not right now baby, i’m gaming,” jisung murmurs, already pressing the buttons on his controller, eyes focused on the screen as he enters another game. “i’m going to win this one.” jisung giggles under his breath, looking completely mad with his hair all over the place and dried ice cream on the corner of his mouth, eyes bloodshot and hoodie stained with vanilla ice cream, minho squints to be sure.
he holds in a sigh when the game starts up, jisung tapping furiously to get his car to go faster, drifts around a curve and bangs into the car next to him, curses and turns a corner and crashes. “fuck!” jisung grunts loudly, deep in his throat as he continues to drive, making little noises the whole time.
jisung goes into first, hits some bomb then takes fifth, curses under his breath then curses louder when he lags behind, hits a gem and his car goes faster, bringing him up all the way to second place. his leg gets shaky against the sofa, his jaw clenches and his eyes widen.
all his focus entirely on the tv as he hits another gem, missiles the car in front and passes them when they spin out just before the finish line. jisung yells in glee, jumps up from the sofa and points excitedly at the tv as confetti rains across it and declares him first place.
“yes!” jisung screams, hands thrown in the air before he jumps on minho, tosses his book over his shoulder as he devours his face. “baby did you see that?! i won!” jisung bounces excitedly in minho’s lap, flings his arms around minho and holds him tightly, kisses the wide smile off minho’s face, sticks his tongue down his throat and his hand down his jeans. “fuck, baby, i won,” jisung murmurs, sucks on minho’s neck, his hand working his dick until he’s fully hard.
“fuck, congratulations,” minho croaks out, tips his head back to rest it against the back of the sofa and holds jisung’s waist, tries to gain some sense of control as jisung eases the front of his jeans down, takes out minho's dick and leans over it, tucks his chin into his chest and let’s spit drip out of his mouth and over the tip, slathers and repeats until he’s sufficiently wet.
“thank you.” jisung beams and shimmies out of his pj trousers, little smiling half moons with sheep jumping over it. he wastes no time in sticking his fingers up his own ass, collects minho’s pre-cum and his own spit, gives minho a show as he opens himself up, his hand stuttering around minho’s hard-on.
“baby, fuck,” minho moans as jisung sits on his cock—ass on his thighs—as jisung bites into his neck.
“fuck,” jisung groans, licks at the bite and stays still, clenches around minho and fists his cardigan. “how’s your book baby?” jisung murmurs against his skin, licks as he waits for minho to answer.
“my what?” minho slurs out, trying his best to stay still and not fuck up into jisung’s tight little hole, his hands bruising jisung’s hips as he holds onto him, tries to ground himself.
“nothing,” jisung says quickly and begins to fuck himself on minho’s dick, grabs a handful of minho’s hair and yanks it back, drops a messy kiss on minho’s face every time he sinks back down. jisung’s squeezes minho’s shoulder, his thumb digs into the hollow behind his collarbone as he bounces on minho’s cock.
“jisung, fuck,” minho whines, tries to thrust up but jisung’s erratic, fast pace forces him down, makes him sit there and take it, admires jisung’s energy as he moans and keens. jisung loosens and tightens his hold on minho’s hair as he rides him, moves his other hand to his own mouth, licks at his palm before wrapping his hand around his own dick.
“baby you’re so good,” jisung says between thrusts, breathy and punched out, stabilises himself on the back of the sofa with one hand, dick quickly forgotten to speed up his pace. “you feel so good,” jisung cries out and tightens the hold on minho’s hair, his mouth opens at the sting and he rocks up into jisung, pleasure washes over him, wipes him out like a big wave knocking him off his feet, flows through his entire body as he comes.
jisung rides him through it, grinds down on minho’s cock deeper, moans into his neck as he finds a better angle, spit smearing onto his skin as jisung mouths at it, clenches around him and orgasms, whines brokenly as he tenses then relaxes.
“holy shit,” minho breathes out, completely spent as the adrenaline in his body trickles out, jisung sitting still in his lap as his breathing slows.
minho groans as jisung releases his hair, kisses his cheek before he sits up slowly and gets off minho’s lap and cock with a whimper, minho holds on to the back of jisung’s thighs and helps him up, ease’s his dick out of him and jisung flops down beside him. jisung groans and rests his head on minho’s shoulder, wraps an arm around his waist and holds him tightly.
“fuck, am i getting cum all over the sofa?” jisung grumbles and stands up shakily, bends over to lay his hands flat on the table and sticks his ass in minho’s face. “babe, is it coming out as much as i’m feeling it?” jisung whines and minho laughs, smacks his ass instead of answering.
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to say minho is feeling neglected is an over exaggeration.
his expectation is what changed, is all.
before, he would go to jisung’s place and they would hang out, maybe watch something together or read together, or they would eat, minho cooking and jisung cleaning, or they would fuck.
before, they would even go out, take walks in the park, or to the hot new cafe or restaurant that everybody was raving about, or even to the library to study. now, however, minho goes to jisung’s place and watches him game.
it didn’t used to be all the time, just after the first hour of minho being there. minho would go over and they would chat, then out of nowhere jisung was already playing his game. minho didn’t mind at first, he always found something to entertain himself with, but the more they met up the more normal it became, a part of their routine where jisung would play his game and minho would have to find something to do.
minho had tried inviting jisung over to his place to solve the issue but jisung had it downloaded on his phone, not the best thing to find out when minho stepped into his kitchen for two seconds to get them a drink, and when he came out jisung was sprawled on the sofa playing his stupid game.
he understands it’s fun but, well, maybe minho is feeling neglected.
ten minutes into the game and jisung wins, hands fly into the air in celebration and he points his fist at minho to bump his against it. minho smiles, is expecting the same celebration as last time jisung won, or something similar.
but instead of jisung sitting on his lap and bouncing happily on his cock jisung enters another game, taps his foot and hums along to the in game music. minho doesn’t pout, he doesn’t huff and he doesn’t turn the page of his book so hard it rips in half.
“i think i have tape, babe, in my…” jisung trails off as the game starts, pure focus as his bloodshot eyes widen and keeps track of his car, pushes buttons on the controller simultaneously to get his car to do something but minho stops paying attention. he gets up to root through the drawers and shelves, finds no tape and sits down with a huff to jisung’s smiling face, another win, another no lap sitting.
minho ignores the rip in his book and continues reading, feels the energy radiating off of jisung a few minutes later before he lifts his head. jisung is livid, biting his lip and shaking his leg and losing. he takes a deep breath and starts a new game and loses that one too, loses again, and again.
he smacks the controller onto the table hard, yells loudly with so much power it stuns minho, then he enters a new game. another loss, another grumble.
minho brings him ice cream, jisung loses three more times and minho brings him another bowl, jisung pouts as he eats.
“fuck!” jisung sounds like a demon again, thrashes on the sofa in a little tantrum and flings his controller across the living room at yet another loss. minho is amazed that the controller is still intact, he’s also amazed at how many times in a row jisung can lose, but he keeps both thoughts to himself.
“love, you good?” minho asks gently and jisung waves him off, grumbles under his breath as he collects the controller, plops back onto the sofa and enters a game then turns to smile at him as the screen loads.
“yes baby,” jisung mumbles as the game starts, everything else out of his mind except his car on the screen. jisung drifts and collects nitros, uses them up as he passes everyone and stays in the lead all the way until the finish line. “fuck yes!” jisung growls and punches the air, stands up to jump up and down, pure joy on his face as the confetti rains across the screen.
“you won!” minho exclaims, jumps up to engulf jisung in a hug. as much as he doesn’t like being ignored for the game, it is satisfying watching jisung win after so many losses, especially when it’s a close call.
jisung hugs him back for a moment before he pushes him back down onto the sofa, sinks to his knees and undoes minho’s drawstring.
“i won.” jisung is vibrating with happiness, his hands shaky as they pull minho’s trousers down, eyes widening slightly at nothing underneath. “baby,” jisung murmurs and takes minho into his mouth until he’s gagging, pulls back a little and gives minho a sheepish smile around his full mouth.
minho's laugh quickly turns into a moan as jisung works up a steady rhythm, he tangles his hand into jisung’s hair to push him down a little the way he likes it, tips his head back for a moment as pleasure zaps through him.
minho lifts his head back up to look at jisung, takes in the view and enjoys his stuffed mouth as he sucks him off, hollows his cheeks and takes minho deeper into his mouth, his eyes welling up as minho’s dick hits the back of his throat.
jisung’s doe eyes stare up at him as he bobs his head, tries to maintain the contact as spit and pre-come escapes out of the corner of his mouth, brings minho closer to the edge when he whines in the back of his throat. jisung hums around minho, sends vibrations up his dick and throughout his entire body.
minho holds jisung’s head in place and fucks up into his mouth, snorts when jisung gags but doesn’t tap his thigh so he continues, shallow little thrusts into jisung’s mouth until he cums down jisung’s throat and he takes everything, or tries to. jisung swallows while minho’s dick is still in his mouth, some cum and spit dribbles down his chin as he slowly pulls back, licks minho until he’s clean and rests his forehead on minho’s thigh.
“baby, come here.” minho helps jisung into his lap, shifts him until he’s over minho’s thigh, grips his hips to help him grind down on it. “you did so good, baby,” minho murmurs into his hair as jisung grinds against his thigh, tenses the muscle as jisung rocks his hips. jisung fists his t-shirt, holds on tightly as he chases his orgasm quickly, slumps against minho when he finds it a moment later.
“i won,” jisung mumbles into minho’s neck and minho can’t help but laugh.
“should i be offended you’re still thinking of your game?” minho asks and jisung unsticks from his skin, leans back and makes a face as he looks down at his trousers, wetness seeping through the front.
“no baby i meant you, i won with you,” jisung croaks quickly, pats minho’s shoulder and smiles too wide. minho keeps his face expressionless, unimpressed at the lie, jisung’s eyes twitching towards the left—where his gaming console is—tells him everything. “why don’t we eat then watch a movie baby?” jisung asks gently, voice hoarse, as he stands up slowly and groans as he looks down at the mess in his pants.
“let’s clean up first,” minho giggles as jisung waddles to the bathroom, follows behind him and leans against the doorway to watch jisung clean up, “order in?”
“i’m not cooking,” jisung mumbles and rinses his mouth when he finishes changing, gargles and spits in the sink, “fuck is it obvious?”
“is it obvious that you choked on my dick?” minho asks, eyebrows raised, and takes out his phone, orders them food as jisung wipes his mouth dry.
“yes,” jisung says, sounds like a ten pack a day smoker.
“yes.” minho smiles and jisung shoves him, holds onto his arm to drag him to the living room.
“one game until the food gets here,” jisung says and coughs, readies his game before minho can do anything.
minho sits beside jisung, thighs pressed against his and watches him game until the food arrives, 2 wins and 1 loss, jisung smiles through the meal and shit talks user qeha19392 from his game, says the entire thing every time.
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two hours since minho has arrived and all he’s done is stare at jisung’s car. usually he gets 10 minutes of jisung’s undivided attention, but as soon as jisung opened the door he ran back to the sofa, the loading screen already on the tv for a game when minho entered.
two hours later and they’re still in the same spot. jisung has won more times than he has lost and he hums happily every time the screen loads, even when he loses.
minho could get up, could leave or go home or even entertain himself like he usually does. but he doesn’t want to, he wants jisung’s undivided attention on him and he’ll get it, plans on it just before jisung enters a new game, but jisung wins and when minho blinks he’s already on the loading screen for a new game.
fuck it, minho thinks and gets up, sits in jisung’s lap which has him scrambling to wrap his arms around minho to accommodate him and grip his controller as the game begins.
jisung’s eyes are zeroed in on his car, his fingers pushing multiple buttons at once but minho doesn’t pay any further attention. he pushes jisung further into the cushions and straddles him, but jisung doesn’t react to this besides from tilting his head to look around minho and at the screen.
“baby, what you…” jisung trails off, curses at something his car is doing, probably losing, serves him right for ignoring his lap full of minho.
“baby, i’m horny,” minho whines and moves his hips on top of jisung, grinds his ass against jisung’s dick.
“just a sec, baby, i’m winning,” jisung manages to get out a full sentence and minho looks over his shoulder, sees he’s in the lead by a mile if the little dots on the little map in the corner indicate the cars.
minho ignores jisung, turns his head and dips it to kiss at jisung’s neck, open mouthed, resumes his grinding, rolls his hips until jisung hardens, which doesn’t take long. “baby please,” jisung complains and tries to move his head away from minho and minho sits back, balances himself on jisung’s knees, hands grip the skin through the rip in his jeans and he starts bouncing on jisung’s hard-on, makes lewd noises as he throws his head back. “fuck.”
jisung throws his controller to one side and minho smirks, gets pulled closer and jisung rocks his hips up, grinds his clothed dick against his ass. minho moans as jisung moves him over his cock, wishes there was no clothes between them and gets to work, giggles as jisung takes his t-shirt off and minho turns his upper body to get the lube he saw on the table earlier, freezes as what he sees on the tv.
jisung won.
minho shouldn’t be as angry as he is, jisung’s hands are all over him and he’s grinding against him but minho sees red.
“baby?” jisung asks dumbly as minho gets off his lap, sits beside him and picks up his phone, taps randomly until jisung shifts closer. “what just happened?” jisung asks, the picture of confusion.
jisung throwing away his controller because minho was too enticing versus jisung throwing away his controller because he won are two very different things. either way they would’ve gotten each other off but it’s how they get there that’s annoying minho.
“minho?” jisung wraps his hand around minho’s phone and minho blinks to a random site he doesn’t recognise. jisung slowly eases the phone out of his hand and places it on the arm of the sofa beside him. minho taps his fingers on his thigh and looks at the confetti still raining down on the tv.
“want to tell me what happened?” jisung asks, voice soft as he moves closer to minho, takes minho's hand in his and squeezes it.
“you like the game more than me.” minho pouts and jisung laughs.
“no i don’t.” jisung is still laughing, little huffs leaving him as he leans into minho’s space.
“you play with it more,” minho grumbles.
“you want me to play with you, baby?” jisung asks, amusement colouring his voice as he uses his other hand to walk fingers up minho’s thigh.
“you pay more attention to it than me,” minho bites out and jisung’s hand freezes, laughter stops and he turns to look at minho, and minho does the same, maintains eye contact as he clenches his jaw.
“baby, i– that’s not–” jisung stutters and looks at their joint hands, lifts his head and bites his lip, “i’m sorry baby, i guess i’ve been more into it lately.”
“you guess?”
“shit, i–i mean i have been.” jisung lowers his head and sniffs, lifts it back up but his eyes are dry, just a little shinier than usual. “baby, you don’t need to use sex to get me to pay attention to you.”
“well, obviously not," minho grunts and points towards the screen, sex not even able to distract jisung before he finished his game.
“you could’ve talked to me.”
“you should’ve known,” minho snaps, completely petulant and uncaring of that fact, but jisung acquiesces anyway, brings their hands to his mouth and kisses the back of minho’s hand.
“you’re right baby, i’m sorry,” jisung says, sincere in his apology and kisses the back of minho’s hand again. “from now on i’ll pay more attention to you and keep the gaming around you to a minimum.” minho would prefer it to be non-existent but he isn’t cruel, wants jisung to do things he likes around minho, even if it annoys him.
but the gaming never bothered him before, not when jisung puts minho first, and that’s what jisung is promising as he kisses minho, he can read between the lines.
“let me pay attention to you now.” jisung smirks and gets up, pulls minho off the sofa with their connected hands and leads him to his bedroom, pushes him down on the bed and crawls after him.
“that sounds good,” minho murmurs when jisung’s mouth finds his, words getting lost in the kiss.
jisung’s hands roam his body, fingers trail over his sides and up his chest, around his neck to hold him in place as he kisses him deeply. jisung bites his lip gently, licks into his mouth and steals the breath from his lungs, presses their lips together more and tries to eat him.
minho holds jisung close, his hands push jisung’s back down and he wraps his legs around his waist to get him even closer, “want you inside,” minho gasps out, starved for breath and for jisung.
jisung strips minho, takes off his t-shirt, litters his chest and stomach in kisses, pulls down his trousers and sucks bruises into the soft skin between his thighs. jisung smacks the top of minho’s thigh once, twice, then alternates hands until roses bloom on his skin.
“baby, you take me so well.” jisung smirks, smacks minho’s thigh once more, elicits a groan minho tries to hide behind his hand before jisung takes it away. “let me hear you minho, you know how much i like it when you come undone.” jisung kisses the corner of minho’s mouth, his cheek and eyes, forehead and nose. he hooks minho’s legs over his shoulders and waves a bottle of lube with a smile, makes it dance to his hand, makes minho laugh as he opens it. “want to turn over for me baby?”
minho gets on all fours, ass in the air as jisung pushes him down onto his forearms, pushes wet fingers inside of him and rubs circles into the small of his back. minho grunts when jisung quickly adds another finger, opens him enough that it’ll sting slightly the way minho likes it, so he’s tight enough the way jisung likes it. minho grips the pillow and bites into it as jisung angles his fingers just right, closes his eyes at the moment of pleasure before jisung is pulling out, clothes being thrown across the room and then he’s back, warmth radiating off of him as jisung kneels behind him.
“ready baby?” minho nods into the pillow and jisung fists his hair, gently pulls it back until the pillow falls out of his mouth, a string of spit tethering him to the pillowcase. “words my love,” jisung says and spanks minho’s ass.
“ready,” minho mutters, head held back as he fists the pillow. jisung spanks him again and he clenches around nothing.
“for?” jisung asks, tightens the hold on his hair and pulls at it a little.
“ready,” minho says louder, more firm, but as he expected jisung spanks him again, harder, the pain going straight to his already leaking dick.
“are you playing stupid?” jisung asks, faux sweetness sugaring his words, spanks him again, the slap sharp against his skin. “no baby,” jisung whines and rubs at the abused skin, pushes minho’s face into the pillow, “you are stupid,” another slap lands on minho’s ass, the sting delightful and minho groans into the pillow, drools all over it and bites down to stop the noises tumbling out of him. “i can’t fuck you stupid now.” jisung pouts and minho hears his arm rear back, squeezes his eyes and tenses but still jumps when jisung’s hand lands on his ass like a whip.
“please,” minho whines into the pillow, wants to grind against the bed beneath him but knows jisung will take longer to fuck him if he does. “i’m ready i want you i’m ready for your cock please,” minho babbles, spit all over his mouth as he lifts his head, looks over his shoulder at jisung, eyes pleading.
“not so dumb after all,” jisung says, voice overly gentle and he presses the tip of his dick against minho’s asshole, pushes in slowly and grips minho’s hips to hold him in place. minho sticks his face in the pillow, clenches as jisung hisses. “so tight,” jisung groans and moves slowly, thrusts shallow as he fucks minho.
the pain shoots through minho, strikes him like lightning, makes him keen high in his throat as it slowly turns into pleasure, jisung quickening his pace as he fucks into him deeply, thrusts just right which makes minho’s knuckles turn white.
jisung wraps his hand around the back of minho’s neck, applies pressure to keep him in his place as he thrusts into him. sweat beads at minho’s temples, it slowly drips into his eyes as he keeps them closed, shoves the pillow into his mouth as jisung fucks moans out of him, punched out and loud around the pillow.
jisung fucks him stupid, not a single thought except jisung’s cock inside of him, filling him up, making him feel so much as he drives into him, hits his prostate on every thrust, leaves him a drooling mess. jisung grabs his hair, yanks it back as minho nears his climax, a puddle of spit left behind on the pillow. jisung fucks into him harder, the hand around his hip rough as it tightens and pulls at it. jisung’s little grunts every time he pushes himself deeper into minho sends tingles down minho’s spine. his hands grip the pillow tighter as moans spill out of him, loud with nothing gagging him, his abdomen tightens as he comes on the bedspread, his dick spasms with the force, and he clenches around jisung as he keens.
minho’s head stays empty as jisung continues to fuck him, completely pliant and only held up by jisung’s hands. jisung releases his hair, uses both hands to bring him closer, one on his shoulder and one on his hip, the grip tightening as jisung fills him up, coming loudly, moans fall from his lips as he grinds into minho until he finishes. jisung pulls out and minho slumps against the messy bed, jisung falling beside him with a heavy sigh. he brushes minho’s hair from his forehead and minho opens his eyes to a blinding smile.
“i fuck you dumb?” jisung slurs, a dopey smile stuck on his face.
“oh definitely,” minho breathes out, takes a moment then pats jisung’s cheek once. “still smarter than you,” he giggles as jisung huffs through his nose, moves his hand and squeezes jisung’s nipple, an indignant yelp sends them into a fit of giggles.
“you must be dumb to stay with me,” jisung says and swats minho’s hand away as he reaches for jisung’s nipple again.
“oh baby, i’m definitely smarter than you.” minho smiles, interlocks his hand with jisung’s and kisses the back of it, pulls back and grimaces at the lube still stuck on jisung’s fingers.
“are you?” jisung asks through a giggle and waves his fingers in minho’s face as he whines, grimaces and smacks jisung’s hand away through a smile.
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