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Minho had come to accept his body the way it was. He had decided he didn’t want bottom surgery, more than happy with having top surgery and calling it a day, but for one week a month he didn’t regret the choice but his body made it harder for him to be happy with it. His period, over time, had become lighter but more painful. His doctors said it was probably due to the small dose of testosterone he was taking. Minho told himself that his body just liked to play with him. Three out of the four weeks, Minho enjoyed having the body he did. He could have great sex and got to enjoy having multiple orgasms whenever he felt like it. All was good till the cramps started.
“Sung?” Minho said into his phone.
“You okay Hyung? You don’t sound good,” Jisungs voice came through sounding concerned.
“Do you mind picking me up some painkillers, I’ve ran out,” Minho asked, “I’ll pay you back when you get here,” Minho always had the cash in his jar for moments like this.
“Sure Hyung, but you don’t need to pay me back. Is there anything else you need?” Jisung asked the sound of the market coming in behind his voice.
“Errrr don’t think so, I have everything else I need,” Minho said hugging his stomach tight, “Just ran out of painkillers,” he explained.
“Okay Hyung, I’m just at the supermarket now, I’ll see you soon,” Jisung sounded out of breath, Minho picturing him running around the store looking for the items he wanted.
“No rush Sung, let yourself in okay, I’m curled up in bed,” Minho said rolling over onto his other side trying to ease the pain.
“Sure Hyung, you just rest, I’ll be there soon,” Jisung said before hanging up.
Jisung had never made Minho feel odd or weird. When Minho came out to him Jisung just blinked out him, Minho thinking he had fucked up, but then Jisung had just smiled and told Minho that the only thing that made him weird is that he liked pineapple on pizza. Minho was lucky really, all his friends has supported him and helped him when he needed. His childhood friends have been different, but he didn’t speak to them anymore. His parents were happy to learn and now were the biggest allies out there. Minho knows not every queer person is as lucky as him and his thanks what gods will listen for the great support network his has.
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“Hyung?” Jisungs voice breaks through the apartment just after the door opens and closes. Minho does his best to reply but all that comes out is a grumble at best. Minho hears Jisung opening and closing the fridge before the sound of feet hitting the floorboards leading to Minho’s room. Jisung slowly opens the door, and his eyes widen when he sees Minho curled up in his bed.
“Oh Hyung, is it bad this month?” Jisung came to sit on the edge of the bed his bag being placed on the floor. When Minho explained to Jisung and Felix that he still got periods they had questions which Minho happily answered and then they went back to normal. Felix having sisters who he grew up with and not to Minho’s knowledge Jisung had done some research, finding out Trans people experiences with still having periods and what helped them the most.
“Yeah, I guess I had it too easy last month,” Minho chuckled but soon groaned in pain as the movement caused a cramp to twist in his lower body.
“I got the painkillers you asked for and some self-heating gel and snacks,” Jisung said reaching into his bag to pull out the painkillers and heat gel. Minho smiled at him and sat up to take the painkillers from him. “There is another pack in the kitchen,” Jisung went on to explain handing Minho the glass of water from his bedside table.
“Sung you didn’t need to get two, one would have been okay,” Minho said in between swallowing the two tablets.
“They were on a two for one deal, don’t flatter yourself Hyung,” Jisung said easily but Minho could see the blush that was creeping over his cheeks.
“Brat,” Minho exclaimed raising his hand enough to pat Jisungs arm. “We can still watch the anime, although can we stay in here, I don’t think I have it in me to get to the sofa,” Minho asked looking down at his lap feeling a little embarrassed.
“Of course, Hyung,” Jisung says easily and comes round to the other side of the bed to slip in next to Minho. They had shared a bed many times, even cuddled when the feeling took them, so this was normal for them. Minho reached for the control and turned on the tv. The anime they have been watching soon playing in the background.
They fall into a comfortable silence as the show plays, Minho having rolled over again so his body was facing Jisungs, the room filled with the colours of the show. Minho tried to concentrate on the tv, he really wanted to watch, but as the minutes went on, he was finding it harder and harder to find a comfortable position. He was trying not to move too much in fear of disturbing Jisung next to him but there was only so much he could do till his was grumbling to himself.
“Hyung, can I try something?” Jisung said out of no where his soft voice having Minho snap his eyes up to look at him where he was leaning against the headboard. Minho nods at him looking at the softness in Jisungs eyes before he is moving from his spot next to Minho.
“Can you move forward a little?” Jisung asks, not before he grabs something from his bag. Minho does as he asks shuffling down the bed a little his eyes not leaving Jisung as the other climbs on the bed behind Minho and rests his back against the headboard but this time his legs resting either side of Minho’s body. Jisung leans forward and gently takes Minho’s arm in his hands and starts to pull him closer to him.
“Come here Hyung, rest your back against me,” Minho looks at Jisung a little confused but let’s Jisung help him shuffle closer to him. Minho settles in, with his back leaning against Jisungs chest, his legs straight in front of him his hands resting on his lap. He wasn’t sure what Jisung was going to do next, but a hand come round to gently move his hands from his lap and Jisungs pressed against his lower stomach.
“I’ve heard pressure helps,” Jisung said into his ear his breath fanning against his skin as he pressed down a little harder. It wasn’t uncomfortable, if anything it was helping, and soon Minho found himself relaxing into Jisungs hold. The show went on and Minho found that he could pay attention to it his body relaxing for the first time in what felt like days.
As time went on Jisungs hands started to knead small circles into the flesh and Minho couldn’t help the small moan that came out of his mouth.
“Helping?” Jisung asked.
“Mmmm yeah,” Minho said leaning his head against Jisungs shoulder and closing his eyes. It really was helping; he could feel the warmth starting to seep in from Jisungs hands through his t-shirt. “Could you do that on my skin Sung, the warmth will help,” Minho asked after a while. The painkillers were starting to kick in, the pain now deep inside him.
“Oh sure,” Jisung said comfortably and wasted no time in lifting Minho t-shirt and placing his hands on his bare skin. Minho let out a small gasp at the feeling of Jisungs rough hands on his smooth skin. “Good?” Jisung asked. Minho nodded his head and placed his hands on both of Jisungs thighs.
They stayed like that for another episode Jisungs hands kneading at Minho’s stomach, the warmth of his skin against Minho’s relaxing the tight muscles. Jisung seems to let the action happen subconsciously because every now and then he would comment on the show, but his hands would continue to work Minho’s flesh. Minho was just thinking he could slip off to sleep, knowing Jisungs wouldn’t mind, but a sharp shooting pain deep inside him brought him out of his state of calm and had his legs curling up towards his chest.
“Fucking hell,” Minho groaned as the stabbing pained continued. Jisung kept stroking his stomach his hands pushing deeper into the flesh. Minho smiled through it all although the pain was making him feel sick. Minho gently took a hold of Jisungs hand to still them.
“Is it not helping Hyung?” Jisung asked with a pained voice.
“It is Sung, but the pain right now is a different kind of pain,” Minho explained playing with the Jisungs hand he was holding. Jisungs other hand had moved to his him under his t-shirt still and was beginning to massage there instead.
“Different how Hyung?” Jisung asked his voice sounding calm now.
“Its….,” Minho tired to start but the realisation of what he was about to tell his best friend hit him and his whole body heated up.
“It’s what?” Jisung asked leaning forward a little to try get better look at Minho’s face. Minho hid in Jisungs neck as he finished his sentence.
“It’s deep inside, the pain, its actually inside me,” Minho said against Jisungs neck closing his eyes as he said it.
“Oh,” Jisung said his hand still on Minho’s hip. Minho tensed now knowing he must have freaked Jisung out that he went to far with what he tells him, taking for granted how comfortable Jisung has been in the past.
“I could help with that too,” Jisung suggested his fingers lightly grazing under the waistband of Minho’s sweats.
“Huh? How?” Minho asked pulling back a little. Jisung stilled his hand on his hip, his fingers pinned by the elastic.
“Orgasms help right?” Jisung blurts out and blinks hard before continuing, “I’ve read that for some people orgasms help and I want to help you,” Jisung said softly almost begging. Minho looks over his face, Jisungs hand on his hip beginning to burn, Minho’s skin matching the feeling.
“What are you saying Jisung?” Minho asks because he needs to know exactly where Jisungs head is at before he does anything else. Jisung looks at Minho square in the face his eyes wide and sure.
“If you’ll let me, I want to make you cum,” Jisung say as if he was suggesting he makes Minho a cup of tea.
“Sung, you know I don’t look like other guys down there, right? Hell, I probably don’t look like the girls you’ve been with down there,” Minho says knowing the small bottom growth he’s had has changed how he looks.
“I know, google said that too,” Jisung says with a small smile.
“Google? Sung have you been googling trans things?” Minho asks his eyes wide.
“I….yeah. When you first told lix and I about your periods. I wanted to know as much as I could,” Jisung explains his face heating up. Minho is hit with a wave of fondness. He has guessed that Jisung may have had more questions but when he hadn’t asked him Minho had kind of just forgotten about it. Knowing that Jisung had gone out of his way to research and read about things that effected Minho caused his heart to beat fact against his ribs.
“Sungie, you could have just asked,” Minho says letting go of Jisungs hand and gently cupping his cheek.
“I know but you had taken such a big step with telling us I didn’t want to bombard you with even more questions,” Jisung chuckled, “It was all still new to me, still is,” Jisung continued his eyes darting all over Minho’s face. “But I want to help, if you’ll let me,” Minho took a deep breath in through his nose and slowly let it out through his mouth.
“You know it will get messy if you do help, I mean,” Minho explains his hand now resting back in his lap.
“I know,” Jisung says simply.
“And I will feel different down there, things are different,”
“I know and I don’t care,” Jisung turns even more so he’s fully facing Minho now where he sits in between his legs, “I want to do this Hyung, let me make you feel good,”
“Fuck,” Minho down right moans, “Yeah okay, as long as you’re sure,”
“More than sure, I’m just going to go get a towel okay,” Jisung says and slips out from behind Minho. Minho is left alone on the bed as Jisung slips out of the room. Minho tries to keep his mind quiet as he waits for Jisung. Were they about to do this? Was Jisung about to make him cum to help with his period pains? Was Jisung about to touch him? Minho shakes his head and lays flat on the bed his arm covering his eyes. Jisung had always been nice to him, and Minho may have had a crush on his back in the day but now he loves him as a best friend. Or did he? At the thought of Jisung touching him, seeing him, making him feel pleasure all to help Minho had his body heating up and feelings beginning to swirl in his lower stomach.
The sound of the door closing has Minho looking up under his arm. Jisung was standing at the end of the bed with two towels in his hand and a pack of wet wipes. He places on towel and the wet wipes on the end of the bed before kneeling on the bed and shuffling towards Minho.
“Lift your hips up Hyung,” Jisung said softly. Minho finds himself lifting himself up, Jisung slipping the towel underneath him, making sure it was flat. “Okay and down,” Jisung instructs. Minho listens and lays back on the bed his heart racing as Jisung crawls up beside him and lays down. They lay there in the dimly lit room the tv long forgotten as the two of them look at each other faces.
“Are you sure Sung?” Minho says after a while his voice quiet.
“So sure,” Jisung says moving his body closer to Minho. “Am I okay to touch you Hyung?” Jisungs voice is breathy.
“Yeah,” Minho whispers and holds his breath till Jisungs places his hand on Minho’s arm. He slowly runs his hand down, letting it slip onto his waist, before bringing it round to the front of Minho’s body. Jisung pauses there for a moment his eyes looking into Minho’s. Minho nods his head and then Jisung is slipping his hand past the waist band of Minho’s sweats. He keeps his hand above his underwear and gently cups him. Minho lets out a long sigh and lets his eyes blink slowly as Jisung begins to rub his hand over him. It feels nice, the pressure and slow circles making Minho feel warm. He was glad he was wearing period boxers instead of a pad or tampon, knowing there was only one barrier between him and Jisung.
“You okay?” Jisung asks his breath fanning against Minho’s face.
“Yeah, feels nice,” Minho said blinking up and looking at Jisung. Jisungs eyes were watching his face intensely his eyes dark but focused.
“Good,” Jisung says leans down a little to lean his head against Minho’s.
Jisung keeps up with this rhythm and pressure for a while Minho feeling warm as he begins to relax his hand resting on Jisungs chest. The only sound in the room is the tv which is now playing some random show lowly and Minho’s small gasps.
“Did you want more Hyung?” Jisung asks his voice vibrating against Minho’s head. Minho nods his head as he keeps it tucked under Jisungs head. Jisung pulls back and looks down to look into his eyes. “I need you to say it Hyung, I need to hear it,” Jisung begs.
“Please, I want more,” Minho breathes out. Jisung smiles down at him and gently lifts his hand so he can slip his fingers past the band on the boxers. Minho holds his breath again as Jisungs cups his bare skin.
“You’re so warm Hyung,” Jisung says his voice sounding in awe. Minho lets out a groan and lets his head hit the pillow his body flat against the bed his knees bent and feet together, his legs open. Jisung picks up with the small circles with the same pressure, but it feels ten times more now there is no barrier between them.
“Ah,” Minho moans his hand coming up to cover his mouth his eyes opening in shock.
“You don’t have to hide it Hyung, I want to hear you, I want to know you feel good,” Jisung said bringing his face to rest against Minho’s neck. Minho shakes as he removes his hand from his mouth his breathes coming in fast as Jisung picks up the pace a little.
“Fuck, feels good Sung,” Minho moans his body releasing blood and slick as Jisungs rubs over his clit from under his folds.
“Yeah?” Jisung asks his lips brushing against Minhs neck the feeling sending shivers down Minho’s body.
“Yeah, need more,” Minho says his chest heaving as he blinks at the ceiling. Jisung doesn’t say anything he just gently slips two of his fingers in between Minho’s folds and brushes against Minho’s clit.
“Ah God,” Minho says thumbling with his sweats to push them down a little till they are resting on against his thighs.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Jisung says suddenly, and Minho looks down to see Jisung looking at him. Minho take in Jisungs fingers playing with his clit a small amount of blood covering his hand and how Jisungs fingers dip down a little before brushing up.
“Sung!” Minho whines his insides twisting at the sight of Jisung touching him. Minho moaning seems to spur Jisung one as he begins to rub his clit fast and hard.
“Fuck, fuck, so good,” Minho pants as his whole body feels electrified. Jisung rests his head back against Minho’s neck and begins to kiss the skin softly.
“You feel and sound so good Minho Hyung,” Jisung says his lips kissing their way up to Minho’s ear, “Perfect,” Jisung says into Minho’s ear, and it has Minho reaching his hand up to pull on the hairs on the back of Jisungs head till he is looking at him. Minho acts before he can think and pulls Jisungs down to kiss him the tight coil in his stomach springing open and his cums. The tension and pain rush out of his body as he gushes all over himself, his thighs shaking as Jisung carries him through it as he continues to kiss Minho. Minho tries his best to kiss him back, but his mouth hangs up he pants into Jisungs mouth.
Jisung starts to slow down his fingers gently brushing over Minho as the lasts of Minho’s high comes over him. Minho les out of Jisungs hair and flops his arm across his body his eyes slipping shut once more as he tries to breath normally.
“Fuck,” he hears from next to him and peaks one eye open to see Jisung leaning up on his clean hand looking down at Minho’s body.
“Sssuuunnngg,” Minho whines and tries to close his legs but a hand on his knee stops him. He blinks and lifts his head to look at Jisung.
“You’re perfect, it’s perfect,” Jisung says in awe as he uses his dirty hand to lightly trace over Minho. Minho twitches from sensitivity his chest heaving as he watches Jisung draw patterns into his most private area. “You’re beautiful,” Jisung says looking at Minho directly now.
“Uuugghhh,” Minho groans and throws his arm over his face once again, “You can’t just say stuff like that Sung,”
“Why not?” Jisung says and Minho can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Because then I have to fight with my heart to not fall in love with you even more,” Minho says his mouth running away from him.
“Even more?” Jisung asks and then it hits Minho to what he just said. Minho slowly moves his arm and sits up his eyes looking everywhere but Jisung.
“Yeah, even more, although I don’t think that would be possible. I’m ridiculously in love with you Jisung,” Minho admits seeing Jisungs messy hand and quickly reaching for the wet wipes. Jisung doesn’t say anything as Minho cleans his hand. He doesn’t say anything, and Minho wipes his thighs and pelvic bone before slipping his boxers back on. He just watches Minho with wide eyes. It's only when Minho opens his mouth to apologise that Jisung speaks.
“I LOVE YOU TOO” Jisung shouts throwing himself at Minho and places a forceful kiss on his lips. Minho chuckles against Jisungs lips as he pulls him closer and he only pulls away when he remembers the towel underneath him.
When people ask Minho how he was so comfortable being himself he always said it was thanks hard work and a little bit of luck. What those people didn’t know it was also his amazing boyfriend who never once made him feel odd or weird and got himself one hell of a google search history in the local library.