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Jisung had always been a little curious. He wasn’t sure what held him back other than the lifelong socialization of drugs are bad and his grandma would cry if she knew her precious Jisung toyed with the devil’s lettuce. He never knew anyone who smoked until he got to college. He was actually a little surprised when he found out all of his friends… partook. He was even more surprised when he learned his boyfriend was one of them. Minho had blushed and said he doesn’t do it that often, that he didn’t bring it up because he didn’t want to make Jisung uncomfortable. He was a little offended by that — Jisung is cool! He can hang! He wouldn’t be uncomfortable if his friends or his boyfriend smoked around him, he would just be… unfamiliar.

All he knows about Minho and marijuana is that sometimes when he comes back from sharing a joint with Bang Chan and Changbin on the patio at a house party, he’s extra soft and extra warm, smelling vaguely of something earthy and musky, but not necessarily unpleasant. Minho will move a little slower, linger a little longer, get a little touchier but in a more indulgent way, not the hasty horniness of when he’s tipsy and wants to suck Jisung off in the bathroom.

“If you ever want to try, Sungie, I’ll show you,” Minho had mumbled between lazy kisses against the side of Changbin’s fraternity house. He had just come back from the porch and that sweet herbal scent was clinging to him. His eyes were half lidded as he pressed their foreheads together. “But you never have to if you don’t want to. Just don’t want you to feel left out.” He kissed him again then and Jisung had forgotten to continue the conversation, but the offer intrigued him. First, he thought it was adorable that Minho felt worried he’d be left out. Jisung’s social anxiety is pretty high, which is why, not being much of a party person himself, Minho always stays glued to his side at them. The only time he leaves is to smoke with the guys and he always makes sure Jisung has a friend or two to chat with before he even does that.

Jisung thinks everything Minho does is sweet and thoughtful. He acts silly and aloof in general, but Jisung sees the deep genuinity underneath it all. Minho always has a hand on his back when he notices Jisung is nervous in social situations. He rolls his eyes and gags when their younger friends drink too much and have to go puke in the yard, but when Jisung has one too many, he holds his hair back and brings him water. He murmurs that he loves him when they wake up together and snuggle up, half asleep. He holds Jisung’s hand when they walk through campus like he wants to show him off. So even this, this offer to take Jisung’s weed virginity, is something said with thought and care.

Jisung forgot the conversation momentarily, too distracted by Minho’s lips and the hand on his ass, but he remembers in the morning when he wakes up at Minho’s apartment. The bed is still warm and Minho isn’t beside him, but the bedroom door is ajar, two of the cats are still curled up at the foot of the bed. As soon as he props himself up on his elbows and blinks himself awake, Minho comes sneaking back in with two cups of coffee.

“You snored last night,” Minho says with a teasing smile as he walks up to place one coffee mug by Jisung’s side of the bed. Technically the whole bed is Minho’s, but he’s spent enough nights by now that Jisung lays claim to the left side.

“Yeah?” Jisung yawns, stretching out his arms. “Was it hot?”

“So hot.” Minho says, bending over to kiss his forehead. “I have dance practice in an hour, didn’t want to wake you.”

“On a Sunday?” Jisung pouts. “But I want cuddles.”

“I can spare a few minutes, don’t look at me like that.” Minho returns to his own side of the bed and sets his coffee down before sliding under the covers and allowing Jisung to move into his arms.

“Give up dancing forever,” Jisung mumbles, nuzzling his face into the crook of Minho’s neck. “Drop out of school. You have to snuggle me full time.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Minho sighs as he rubs his hand lazily up and down Jisung’s back. Though Minho has a cute little pair of running shorts on, Jisung is only wearing his underwear and he revels in the soothing skin to skin contact. “You sleep okay? No hangover?”

“I slept great. I always sleep better with you than by myself.” He lifts his head and gives Minho a sweet kiss on the cheek, watching as the corners of Minho’s mouth subtly turn up in a smile. “And actually I feel terrible because you’re gonna get out of this bed in five minutes.”

“I’ll be gone for three hours, but you can stay as long as you want to, you know.” Minho gently rubs his foot up against Jisung’s calf under the blankets, disturbing Soonie slightly from her place at the foot of the mattress. “I can leave the keys with you.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” He shrugs. “You’re just gonna sit on my couch and watch anime.”

“Hey.” Jisung pouts. “Maybe I have a whole productive day planned. Maybe I was gonna go hit the gym and run a bunch of errands.”

“Then go do that,” Minho smiles, calling his bluff before he dips his head and gives Jisung a proper kiss on the lips. He hums into it, lingering and nuzzling their noses together cutely when he pulls back. “Or stay here and cuddle with my cats and I’ll bring you lunch on my way home.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Jisung sighs, pressing a line of kisses down Minho’s jaw. He doesn’t want to let him go. He wants to stay in this bed with him forever and let the world pass him by. “You’re sure I’m not overstaying my welcome or anything?”

Minho shakes his head. “You can stay here all weekend if you want. I do actually like having you around, you know.”

“Ugh, but I’m so annoying.”

“I think annoying guys are hot,” Minho kids and kisses the side of Jisung’s nose. “Is there anything you want to do this weekend?”

Jisung opens his mouth to give his standard ‘I dunno what do you wanna do?’ response when his mind flickers back to the night before, to Minho’s offer. “Do you remember what you said last night?”

Minho wiggles his eyebrows, pinching Jisung’s ass under the covers. “I said a lot of things last night.”

“Shut up.” Jisung rolls his eyes, but makes no move to get away from his boyfriend’s groping. “The thing about smoking?”

“Vaguely?” Minho blinks. “Sorry, was it too much? You know, if it bothers you, Sungie, I don’t have to smoke at all.”

“Opposite,” Jisung says, poking Minho in the abs. “You said you’d show me how if I wanted to, right?”

“Yeah, of course.” Minho frowns, running his fingers through Jisung’s hair and scratching softly at the base of his neck. He touches him just like he does the cats sometimes and Jisung nuzzles affectionately into his chest. “You really don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like it’s something you need to do just because I do it.”

“I know I don’t have to. I just want to try and I want to try with you.” Jisung gives him a squeeze, smiles up at him and bats his eyes. “Can we?”

“Don’t give me that look, it’s kryptonite,” Minho laughs, hugging Jisung tight against him and kissing the top of his head. “If you want to get stoned, I’ll show you. I’ll pick up some pre-rolls from Hyunjin-ah at dance practice.” He glances towards his coffee mug on the nightstand, still untouched. “Ah, jagi, I’ve really got to get going.”

Jisung pouts and slings his leg over Minho’s hips, sitting up to straddle him and letting the covers fall back. He’s wearing a tight pair of white boxer briefs that hug his hips and leave little to the imagination. “Are you sure you can’t be a little late?”

“You’re rude.” Minho looks up at him unphased as he reaches to tug down the front of Jisung’s underwear.

Jisung grins at his victory, eyes fluttering shut when Minho licks his palm and wraps a hand around his cock. “See? You wanna stay in bed with me,” he sighs, tipping his head back and pushing his hips forward as Minho strokes him easily to hardness and starts to thumb his tip just the way he likes. He arches his back to put on a little bit of a show, biting his lip and rolling his hips into Minho’s touch. No one will care if Minho’s a tiny bit late anyway. He moans once, low and needy, just starting to get into Minho’s rhythm when a strong hand presses at the center of his chest and he’s flipped right onto his back before he can protest.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Minho says with a grin as he pulls his legs from under Jisung and slides out of bed to get dressed.

“Mean!” Jisung protests, rolling onto his stomach and grinding down against the mattress just for dramatic effect. “I’m gonna leave you for someone who meets my needs.”

“Mhm, let me know when you find him.” Minho wiggles out of his shorts, revealing to Jisung’s utter agony that he wasn’t wearing underwear and torturing him further by stepping into a thong. He says he only wears them so his dance leggings don’t show underwear lines, but Jisung knows that he likes them at least a little bit.

He watches, sulking as Minho puts his leggings on, wishing they had just a little more time for him to grope his hot boyfriend’s chest before he leaves.

Minho returns to the nightstand and sips his coffee, reaching out to give Jisung a pat on the ass. “You’ll live.”

“No I won’t. I’m gonna die of blue balls.”

“Poor Sungie.” Minho gulps down half his mug and bends over to kiss his cheek before going to find a shirt. “Snuggle the cats while I’m gone. They get lonely.”

“I will.” Jisung rolls back over and pulls his underwear up, reaching his hand out for one more gesture of genuine affection. “Love you. Don’t forget your water.”

Minho pulls his tank top on and gives Jisung’s hand a squeeze, smiling sweetly at him. As much as he teases him and replies sarcastically to just about everything, there’s always that genuity there. “Love you too. See you soon, okay?”

“I’ll be here.” Jisung stretches his arms out and makes a show of getting cozy in Minho’s bed. He feels right at home and he doesn’t miss the fond look on Minho’s face when he leaves the bedroom.

When Minho leaves for dance practice, Jisung is true to his word. He steals one of Minho’s t-shirts to lounge in and curls up with all three cats on the sofa to watch one of the few anime he and Minho aren’t watching together. Soonie sits in his lap and Doongie by his side. Dori is still getting used to him, a little slower to warm up to new people, but even she sits on the opposite side of the couch to be near him and the others. Jisung isn’t an idiot — he knows loving Minho means loving his cats and he’s been determined from day one to win all three of them over. At first, it was just to prove his worthiness as a boyfriend, but now he really adores the little guys. Sometimes when he and Minho cuddle, Soonie settles down with them, purring contently while Jisung tries not to laugh and scare him off.

He runs his hands over ginger furr, pressing little kisses between Soonie’s ears and reaching over to scratch Doongie’s chin. It feels a little special to be alone in Minho’s place, to know that they’re comfortable enough with each other for this. They’ve been dating six months now and while they moved fast sexually and Jisung was head over heels from day one, they’ve been careful. What’s between them feels too special to rush. Secretly, Jisung is almost positive that Minho might be the one for him — his forever person. He just doesn’t want to scare Minho off by revealing that too soon. They’ve started saying ‘I love you’ so easily now, so casually, like it’s just a given, but Jisung lights up every time he hears those words regardless. Minho loves him. He trusts him to be alone in his apartment and spend time with his cats, lets him wear his clothes, and hang out with all of his friends.

When Minho comes home, Jisung is quick to hush and soothe the cats, not wanting them to move.

“Holy shit,” Minho breathes, taking his phone from his back pocket before he even sets his bag down. “Don’t move.”

“Huh?”

“You and the cats are so cute right now.” He turns his phone sideways and takes a few pictures, smiling when he gently shuts the door behind him and sets his things down. “You have fun?”

“They’re so cuddly with me today.” Jisung says as Dori walks up to wind around Minho’s ankles. “I think they like me now, but Dori is still shy.”

“She’ll warm up.” Minho crouches to greet her properly, scratching behind her ears. “She likes you though. She never hides when you’re over.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Minho rises and walks up behind the couch, leaning over it to give Jisung a kiss on the cheek. “I got weed from Hyunjin and some snacks on the way home. Still want to try smoking?”

“Yes please.” Jisung bats his eyes. “You’ll show me how?”

“It’s not hard,” Minho teases, tussling Jisung’s hair just to make him pout. “But I’ll show you. Wanna come jump in the shower with me?”

“Hyung, if I ever say no to that question, it’s not the real Jisung.”

“Stupid.” Minho kisses the top of his head. “Come on.”

Jisung eases Soonie off his lap and follows Minho eagerly to the bathroom. Showering together isn’t a recent development, but he still gets excited every time. It’s not just hot, it’s intimate. They strip down and step under the hot water together and Minho’s hands go right to his ass, groping to his heart’s desire while Jisung giggles and suds up his chest. Minho has been hitting the gym a little more lately with Chan and Changbin and his shoulders have broadened, his chest firm and toned. Jisung’s gotten accustomed to grabbing his pecs and squeezing at every opportunity.

“You promise you didn’t watch any of our shows without me?” Minho asks as he massages shampoo into Jisung’s hair.

“Nope. I was perfectly behaved.”

“Good because anime is really fun to watch high. You’re gonna love it.” He steps around Jisung and guides him back under the spray of the water, having him tip his head back and running his fingers through his hair to help rinse. “I think you’re gonna be giggly when you’re high.”

“Yeah?” Jisung straightens up and trades places with Minho, reaching for the shampoo to lather up his hair. “Are there different types?”

“It depends. I know you’re gonna be cuddly like you are when you’re drunk.”

“And when I’m sober.”

“But I think you’re gonna be the type that finds everything hilarious when he’s stoned.”

“I find everything hilarious now.” Jisung uses the suds to shape Minho’s hair into a Mohawk.

“I look hot, don’t I?”

“So sexy, baby, you should get it cut just like this.”

Minho snickers and cups Jisung’s face in his soapy hands, bringing him into a sweet kiss. He tilts his head just right, caressing Jisung’s cheeks gently with his thumbs as he licks into his mouth. Jisung forgets about the silly hairstyle bit and just kisses him back, humming happily and reaching his hands around to hold Minho’s ass, gliding his palms freely over his curves and soap slick skin. His tongue tastes sweet like water droplets.

“You’re so dumb,” Jisung mumbles against his lips, sparing one hand to reach up and smooth Minho’s hair down between kisses. “Rinse.”

Minho tips his head back dutifully, nuzzling into the touch when Jisung strokes his hair under the water to help wash out the suds. “Put something comfy on when we get out. You’re gonna fucking love cuddling when you’re high.”

“Yeah?” Jisung pecks his lips again. “You wanna go show me?”

“Mhm.” Minho turns off the water and gives Jisung’s ass a pat before sliding open the glass door to get out.

They dry off haphazardly and change into cozy clothes, Jisung in a stolen oversized shirt and small boxer briefs and Minho in just a pair of running shorts. He’s letting Jisung ogle and Jisung deeply appreciates the view when Minho bends over to get the prerolls out of his bag.

There’s a small porch on Minho’s patio that he brings Jisung out to with a bottle of water, a joint, and a lighter. Jisung has to admit… smoking looks fucking good on Minho.

“So, you don’t have to suck on it,” Minho says, placing the water on the wood railing for Jisung. “You can just breathe in around it, like leave a little opening in your lips and you won’t cough so much.”

Jisung blinks.

“And stop staring at my tits.”

“No.”

Minho giggles and holds the joint in his lips, lighting the end and breathing in to make the flame hold. He shuts his eyes a moment, takes the joint between two fingers and breathing out a small cloud of smoke. “You know what shotgunning is?”

“Kind of.”

“Come here and open your mouth.”

Jisung pretends his dick doesn’t twitch at the command and steps close to Minho, parting his lips and leaning in.

Minho takes a long drag from the joint and tips his head towards Jisung, hovering so their lips are almost touching. He breathes a controlled channel of smoke right into Jisung’s mouth. “Breathe in, baby.”

Jisung does what he’s told, inhaling the cool night air along with the smoke. Like this, it’s easy to breathe in. The smoke is mixed with fresh air and he exhales back against Minho with ease.

“Good boy.” Minho says and kisses the corner of his mouth, smirking a little as he takes another long drag from the joint and blows out the smoke. Fucker. He’s basically naked and saying just about everything he can to give Jisung a boner. “Breathe like I told you to, don’t suck,” he reminds him as he passes the blunt to Jisung.

Jisung refrains from making a joke about sucking and leans into Minho’s side as he brings it to his lips. He breathes in a little harder than he probably has to, coughing and spluttering out a puff of smoke while Minho giggles.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, try again,” Minho snickers, patting Jisung on the back and offering him the water. “Try really hard not to cough until you breathe the smoke out or it’ll hurt.” He taps the center of Jisung’s chest, right between his pecs while he takes a sip of the water. “Like a little fireball right here.”

“Ow,” Jisung croaks, clearing his throat before taking the joint to his lips again. He’s determined to get it right, to dispel the idea that he’s some goody two shoes who’s unfamiliar with simple things like weed that his boyfriend seems so much more experienced with.

“Don’t try to hold the smoke in your lungs either, it doesn’t do anything. Just take a little and breathe it out and work your way up.” Minho keeps an arm around his waist, watching intently as Jisung takes a much smaller puff and blows it back out. “There you go.” He tucks a lock of Jisung’s hair behind his ear. “Do that a couple times.”

“Don’t I look stupid doing it like this?” Jisung giggles, taking a few more tiny puffs and exhaling the smoke into the night air. It smells herbal and a little sweet, earthy. He kind of likes it.

“You look cute.” Minho takes the joint back and breathes in an expertly long drag, pursing his lips and making a slight clicking sound in the back of his throat to make perfect little rings of smoke that float past Jisung’s face.

“You can do tricks?!” Jisung gapes. “Hello?!”

“If you like smoking, I’ll teach you,” Minho laughs, his eyes half lidded as he hands it to Jisung again. “Feel anything yet?”

Jisung takes a few more baby hits and swallows, his mouth dry. His face feels warm and his head a little fuzzy. Everything seems a little sillier and he’s acutely aware of everywhere his body is pressed to Minho’s, even in the lightest casual ways. “A little bit.” He breathes in around the filter of the pre-roll for a little longer and manages to blow out all the smoke before coughing.

“See, you’re getting it.” Minho pulls him a little closer, kisses his temple. “You look cute when you smoke.”

“I always look cute.”

“Except when you get too full of yourself.”

Jisung sticks his tongue out and they both snicker, Jisung taking an easier (totally medium sized!) drag of the joint before passing it back. He does feel something now. His knees feel a little weak, but not like he’s going to fall, more like he’s floating. He feels perfectly secure with Minho’s arm around him and watching him smoke, fuck, it just does something. It’s something new that he hasn’t really seen Minho do before. His lips are pretty wrapping around the thin white filter and his face looks sexy with that hazy drowsy look in his eyes. Plus, he’s all smiley. He keeps looking at Jisung so fondly and when he shot guns another hit right into his mouth, Jisung blows out the smoke and kisses him.

He didn’t know kissing Minho could possibly feel any better than it already does, but here he is. Time moves in slow motion. Jisung curls his arms around his neck while Minho holds what’s left of the joint out over the balcony, their lips pressing together again and again in the softest kisses. Everything is warm and soft. Minho is shirtless, so Jisung can feel his skin, can let his hands slide down his chest and his sides, over his abs, the dip of his waist.

“Handsy,” Minho teases between kisses, grinning as he gives Jisung’s ass a squeeze with his spare hand. “All done?”

Jisung nods his head and giggles again.

“What’s so funny about that?” Minho asks, but he’s laughing too, stubbing the roach out on the bannister and setting it in a small ashtray Jisung’s never noticed before.

“I don’t know, it just feels funny. You’re funny.” He pauses for a second. “Funny looking.”

Minho raises an eyebrow and Jisung’s laughter is hysterical, dissolving into an absolute snickering mess as his boyfriend shakes his head at him and guides him back into the apartment. “You’re a menace,” he says, fully grinning as he shuts the glass door to the patio and draws the curtains. “Go sit on the couch, you’re a fall risk.”

“Am not,” Jisung says and promptly stumbles two steps into his journey to the sofa. Maybe he is just a tiny bit. He flops onto the couch and groans when Minho walks over, sinking further into the cushions. “Why are you so fucking hot?”

“Changbin’s bullying me into going to the gym more.” Minho grabs the remote from the coffee table and seats himself right next to Jisung, slinging an arm around his shoulders to pull him in close. “I’ll tell him you’re happy with the results.”

“Fucking thrilled,” Jisung corrects and grabs one of Minho’s pecs in his hand, squeezing shamelessly and sighing at the firmness of the muscle. “My compliments to the chef, baby, for real.”

“Is Changbin the chef in this scenario?”

“I guess.” Jisung shrugs and leans in to press a few kisses down Minho’s neck. “Can you put a Ghibli movie on?”

“Which one?”

“Hyung, do you know me at all?”

“You’re right, you’re right.” Minho nods in understanding and flicks the TV on, quickly navigating to Jisung’s profile on his Netflix account to start Howl’s Moving Castle for the millionth time. It’s Jisung’s go to, of course he has to experience it high now that he’s seen it sober so many times.

Jisung keeps kissing him while the familiar intro plays, sucking lightly where he knows Minho is sensitive and licking the light hickey he leaves behind to soothe it. He watches Minho’s eyes flutter shut, cherishes his sigh when he nibbles on his collar and squeezes at his chest. He feels even softer than usual and Jisung is suddenly fascinated by drawing those soft little pleased sounds out of him he kisses up his neck to his jaw and up to his ear, nibbling on the lobe until Minho shivers.

“Come here,” Minho murmurs and moves to put a pillow against the arm rest, shifting to lie down against it with his thighs parted as wide as the couch will allow.

Jisung goes willingly, lying down between Minho’s legs and back against his bare chest. He loves the big stupid couch that came with Minho’s apartment, giving them just enough room to snuggle comfortably, but still small enough that they have to snuggle to lie on it together. Minho sits up a little more and they shuffle around together until they find the right position with Minho’s arms snugly around Jisung’s middle, his hand resting low on his hip.

Minho kisses Jisung’s temple, the tips of his fingers toying with the hem of his boxer briefs. “Can I play with you?”

“Mhm.” Jisung knows exactly what he means and he loves it. Sometimes they do this, just snuggle up and touch each other without it being a means to an end. Jisung gets fidgety, but being touched settles him right down. Minho also just loves to touch him, to be able to feel everything as indulgently as he desires, to make Jisung feel nice and simply explore his body. Jisung lifts his hips and helps Minho push his underwear down his thighs. Everything feels a little extra tingly as Minho turns his gaze to the TV screen and gently scratches the coarse patch of hair above Jisung’s dick, touching just to touch.

Jisung melts into him, sighing softly as Minho’s fingertips ghost over his dick, tracing the length of it with a feather-like graze. Everything feels so warm and soft, like he’s melting into Minho as he half watches the movie. He likes this feeling. His eyes are a little itchy, but it’s kind of a sleepy pleasant sensation. He giggles a little when Minho rolls his foreskin back, watching him thumb at the little mushroom head of his cock.

“Something funny?” Minho teases, giving his dick a gentle squeeze.

“You fucking love playing with my dick like a fidget toy.”

“Uh, yeah, look at it.” Minho lets the foreskin slide back up and snickers, tracing his thumb in circles over where the wet pink tip is starting to protrude, where Jisung is getting hard. “It’s like one of those toys you’d see when you’re a kid with all the gel inside. You know, the one where you just kinda squeeze and fuck around with it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“It was a thing!” Minho’s laughter makes his chest rumble against Jisung’s back and he finally gives his poor cock a few steady strokes. “You have an entertaining dick, what can I say? I’m like, literally playing peekaboo with it right now.”

“Okay, I’m gonna get an adult circumcision if you can’t get over your foreskin fascination.”

“Nooo.” Minho pouts and throws his head back dramatically. “I love your weird dick skin.”

“It’s only weird to you because you don’t have one.” Jisung cranes his head back and kisses Minho’s cheek. “Do you ever lie awake at night and wonder what could have been? Where your foreskin is now? It might miss you.”

Minho snorts and goes back to groping him, one hand sliding lazily up the front of Jisung’s shirt to rub his tummy while the other ducks between his legs. “I like my dick the way it is.”

“I don’t know, you seem pretty jealous of what I’ve got going on down here.”

“It’d be less fun playing with myself than with you.”

“Aw.” Jisung bats his eyes. “I’m better than masturbating?”

“Absolutely, jagiya.” Minho kisses the side of his neck and cups Jisung’s balls in his hand, rolling them gently, squeezing ever so lightly. “Your nuts are cute.”

“I hated that sentence.” Jisung glances over towards the kitchen doorway where Dori is wandering into the room. “Look, you’re traumatizing the cats.”

“They’ve seen us do worse.” Minho drags his nails over Jisung’s inner thigh to make him shiver. “Sensitive baby.”

Jisung pouts and nestles back into his touch, hugging Minho’s arm (the one not currently fondling his dick again) as he looks to the TV screen. This feels nice. Minho is stroking him in a lazy loose grip, keeping him hard, but not so worked up that he feels an urgent need to come or a desperation for more. He just feels a subtle relaxing pleasure, an intimacy with his boyfriend. He’s never done this with anyone but Minho, this kind of touching. No one else has had such a fascination with his body or felt comfortable enough with him to just be a little fucking weird sometimes. He loves Minho, his sweet precious weirdo. He loves his gentle touches and silly unhinged jokes and how safe he feels in his arms. He turns his head to kiss Minho’s bicep just because it’s close to his lips and sighs, rubbing his feet against Minho’s calf to warm his toes.

“You cold?”

“Not really,” Jisung mumbles, eyes half closed as Minho’s thumb rubs sweetly around the exposed tip of his dick. “Just like touching you.”

“You’re just using me for body heat,” Minho tsks. “Your feet are like frozen.”

“Then warm them up,” Jisung whines, eyes fluttering fully shut when Minho strokes his cock just right. “Mm, but keep doing that.”

Minho raises his legs enough for Jisung to tuck his feet under his calves, nuzzling his nose into his hair. “You smell good.”

“It’s your soap.”

“Oh yeah.” Minho thumbs at his tip just to make him whine a little. “I like when you smell like me.”

“Hot.”

“You’re such a slut.”

“Don’t say that, I’ll come.”

They both laugh stupidly at each other and Jisung cranes his neck to kiss him properly. It’s tight lipped with both of them smiling, the angle awkward, but Jisung doesn’t care. Everything feels slow and nice and wonderful. Jisung sucks Minho’s lower lip into his mouth, lets it drag between his teeth before watching it pop back into place. “You’re cute,” he says, booping the tip of Minho’s nose.

“Yeah?” Minho’s lips quirk up at the corners, his hand stilling on Jisung’s dick, but not letting go. “What makes me cute?”

“Everything.” Jisung rolls his eyes dramatically. “Are you kidding?”

“No, I want to know,” Minho says, pecking Jisung’s lips again. “Tell me.”

“You’re getting an ego,” Jisung sighs and falls right into another kiss, unable to resist the warm press of Minho’s lips when they’re right in front of him. “Your mouth is cute,” he whispers against him, kissing along his jaw. “Your whole stupid cute face.”

“Oh?”

“The fact that you have three rescue cats you treat like your babies.” Jisung kisses his cheek. “How much you love dancing.” He nuzzles their noses together. “How you always want to hold hands when we cross the street.”

Minho is smiling wide and blushing, tan face flushed pink as he lets Jisung pour his affection all over him. His eyes are a little red, looking adorably sleepy and dazed, his joy more uninhibited than usual.

“Your smile is really cute too.” Jisung settles back down against him, humming contentedly as Minho resumes slowly stroking his cock. “And I love that you touch me like this.”

“What, groping you?”

“Yeah, but like, romantically,” Jisung watches with fascination as Minho’s fist runs up and down the length of his dick, too slowly to make him feel desperate. His senses feel heightened, everything a little tinglier than usual. “No one’s ever touched me just to touch me, you know? Like it was always just about getting off and sometimes I felt like kind of a burden, like I would get someone off and then they’d do me out of like polite obligation if they didn’t make me come while we fucked.”

“I’m sorry, are you telling me guys have fucked you without making you come?”

Jisung shrugs his shoulders.

“That’s a crime.” Minho turns his head and kisses up Jisung’s neck, lingering warm presses of his lips. “Nothing but orgasms for my Sungie.”

“It’s just nice that you actually enjoy my body and I’m not just a hole or something.”

“Baby, you’re so much more than a hole.” Minho ghosts his lips over the shell of Jisung’s ear. “You’re two holes at the very least.”

“Ohhh my God.”

“I’m kidding!” Minho hugs Jisung tight with the arm that isn’t toying with his dick. “You’re an ass too.”

“Hyung!”

“Mm and a sparkling personality that I love so so much.”

“Thank you.” Jisung laughs as he shakes his head at him. “You’re so dumb.”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Weed makes me funnier.”

“I think weed makes everything funnier.” Jisung lets his eyes flutter shut as Minho’s nails scrape gently over his tummy, his palm smoothing up higher on his torso until he’s squeezing one of his pecs under the t-shirt. He brushes his thumb over the nipple, gauging Jisung’s reaction before he starts to rub it in little circles. “Shit,” he sighs, arching up into the touch. “Sensitive.”

“Feels nice?”

“Mhm.” Jisung keeps his eyes closed and turns his cheek against Minho’s chest, letting himself feel everything while the movie plays in the background. Everything is warm now, even his toes with their awful circulation. His dick is stiff and leaking enough pre-come to slicken Minho’s touch, his tip exposed for Minho to thumb over and play with. The hand on his chest toys with his nipple like it’s Minho’s personal fidget toy, sending warm little sparks of pleasure down his spine.

“Pretty baby,” Minho whispers. “You like this?”

Jisung hums in affirmation.

“Love just being able to touch you.” He rolls Jisung’s nipple between two fingers. “You have no idea how hot you are.”

The praise goes right to Jisung’s dick, twitching traitorously with interest. He can usually lie like this for well over an hour, just being touched and teased, but Minho’s words and the tickle of his breath in his ear are turning him on a little too much to stay relaxed. “Hyung,” he sighs. “Making me horny.”

“Touching your dick is making you horny?” Minho gasps. “Sungie… you sick fuck.”

“Stop, you’re so stupid,” Jisung giggles, pushing his hips up to meet Minho’s hand. “I can do the touching but you keep saying sexy shit to me.”

“Your praise kink is so obvious, baby.”

“I can’t help it,” he whines, lifting himself up a little to wriggle fully out of his boxers and kick them down to the other side of the couch. He lays back against Minho and purrs when two strong hands run over his inner thighs.

“Shirt off?” Minho asks and Jisung nods, leaning forward and tugging it over his head and off. “There’s my baby,” Minho breathes, hugging Jisung’s naked body back against him to let his hands wander. He squeezes both of Jisung’s pecs, kneading the muscle, circling his nipples. At the same time, he turns his head, latches his mouth on to the space where Jisung’s neck meets his shoulder and sucks.

“Fuck,” Jisung croaks, fighting the urge to touch himself. His neck is so sensitive and he knows from the graze of Minho’s teeth that there’s going to be a mark. Minho soothes the hickey with his tongue, drags his hands down Jisung’s sides and squeezes his waist. “Hyungie.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Horny,” he groans, tipping his head back against Minho’s shoulder.

“Mm, but I like playing with you like this.” He nips at Jisung’s ear and squeezes his dick right at the base. “Thought you liked when I touch you just to touch you.”

“Well now I want you to touch me to make me come.” Jisung pouts and wriggles back against him, pressing into Minho’s hard on. “Fuck me right here.”

“You want me to fuck you on the couch?”

“I want to ride you on the couch.”

“…That actually sounds pretty great.” Minho laughs and lets Jisung go, pecking his cheek to send him off. “Go get the lube. I’m gonna sit here and look pretty.”

“Underwear off when I’m back.” Jisung climbs up off the couch and waits for the room to stop spinning. “Oh, I’m high.”

“Still feeling good?” Minho checks in, sitting up and putting a hand on the small of Jisung’s back. “We can just cuddle if you want.”

“Hell no, we’re fucking.” Jisung spins around and bends over to give him a kiss, licking into Minho’s mouth and stealing his breath away before he pulls back. “I’m getting the lube, you get your dick out.” He turns on his heel and scurries off to Minho’s bedroom, shooting an apologetic glance at Soonie and Doongie who are laying on the bed as he goes to rifle through his nightstand drawer. Honestly, he really should make better use of Minho’s sex stash. There’s a butt plug and a vibrator, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, and a blindfold. He’s only tried about half of them, but for now, he fetches the lube and returns to the living room.

“Oh my God.” Jisung snorts when he sees Minho posing for him on the couch, naked and lying on his side with his head propped up on one hand. “Are you modeling for me, jagiya?”

“You should paint me. I look great.”

“Mm, you do look great.” Jisung walks up and hands him the lube, wasting no time in climbing back onto the couch and over him to sit in his lap. “Did you miss me?” He asks as he rolls his hips, brushing their cocks together and watching Minho’s eyelashes flutter. He loves looking down at them side by side. Jisung’s dick is on the smaller side, which he really doesn’t mind. He thinks his cock is cute and Minho seems to adore it, but Minho’s dick is longer, thicker, especially when it’s hard. Jisung rubs his own length against it and sighs, eager to get it inside of him.

Minho sits himself up a bit against the arm rest and tugs Jisung closer, leaning up to suck his lower lip into his mouth and nibble on it as he uncaps the lube. “Longest thirty seconds of my life without you, Sungie,” he whispers against him. With two fingers slicked up, he closes the lube and reaches around him. “You’re not sore from last night?”

“You ate my ass for like thirty minutes before you even fingered me last night. I’m good to go.”

“Fuck, that was so hot,” Minho groans, hiding his face in Jisung’s shoulder as he slides two wet fingers into the crevice of his ass and traces over his hole. “I love your ass.”

“I know you do.” Jisung hugs his shoulders and widens his stance as best he can on the sofa, kissing the top of Minho’s head as his index finger starts to nudge inside. He feels more relaxed after smoking, his muscles not tensing instinctively around the intrusion. Minho’s finger slips right in, curling perfectly inside him to massage his prostate. “Nnn, hyung,” he whines, rocking his hips to try and rub his cock up against Minho’s abs.

“So fucking warm and tight.” Minho mouths along Jisung’s neck, pumping his finger in and out. “Wish you could know how good it feels to fuck you.”

“We mix it up sometimes. I assume it feels at least as good as fucking you.”

“I’m not as gifted of a bottom as you are,” Minho teases and licks up his juggular. “God, I want to eat you.”

“I’d let you, but if you don’t put your dick in me, I’m gonna start crying.”

“You’re hot when you cry.”

“You’re such a perv.” Jisung tips his head back and sighs as Minho pushes a second finger inside him. Everything feels deeper, more intense. He feels sparks down his back and in his thighs, feeling Minho in his whole body from just two fingers opening him up. His dick dribbles, a little bead of pre-come drooling from the tip onto Minho’s beneath him. It all feels so good. Minho’s dry hand is groping his ass, helping him stay spread enough to be fingered comfortably.

“Not my fault you cry on my dick sometimes.” He pulses his fingers on his sweet spot and Jisung whimpers, thighs trembling around Minho’s hips. “Now I have like a Pavlovian thing about it.”

“That’s kinda hot.”

“You’re kinda hot.” Minho lets go of his ass and grabs Jisung’s dick instead, jerking him off properly for the first time all night just to make him moan. “Actually you’re extremely fucking hot.”

“God, okay, fuck me,” Jisung breathes, batting his eyes down at Minho. “Please? It won’t hurt just please let me ride your fucking dick. I’m literally gonna die.”

“Magic word?”

“I literally said please!”

“Okay, okay,” Minho giggles, pressing a tender line of apology kisses along Jisung’s jaw. “I got you, needy baby.” Keeping his fingers inside him, he stops stroking, ignores Jisung’s huff at the loss and uncaps the lube again, drizzling some over his own cock and sighing as he spreads it around himself. “Fuck, this is gonna feel so good.”

“Yeah so hurry up and put it in me.”

“I’m getting there!” Minho laughs and slides his fingers out, giving Jisung a smack on the ass for being a brat. “Come here, lift up.”

They both shift around a little and Minho holds his cock steady, his other hand on Jisung’s waist to help guide him as he hovers over it. He sinks down, biting his lip when he feels Minho’s tip press against his hole, then carefully starts to press himself onto it.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jisung croaks, sliding himself down and ignoring the slight burn of the stretch until he’s fully seated. He feels Minho deep. He feels his cock throbbing inside of him, feels like his heart is beating in his throat, the pressure on his prostate heavenly even though he’s not moving yet.

“You good, baby?” Minho asks, tucking Jisung’s hair back behind his ears. “Here, hold onto me.”

“So good,” Jisung breathes as he puts his hands on Minho’s shoulders. “So fucking good, hyung.”

“Just move when you’re ready to,” Minho coos in that soft tender way he never speaks with to anyone but Jisung (and occasionally the cats). “You feel so good around me, jagi, so perfect.” Only the slight tremor of his voice gives away how much he’s holding back, how overwhelmed he feels being buried in Jisung to the hilt.

The movie is long forgotten, but Jisung likes the familiar colors in his peripheral vision and the comforting background noise as he presses his forehead against Minho’s and starts to roll his hips, starting slow. It feels so intense. Even just rocking his hips back and forth makes quiet little ‘ah’ sounds fall from his lips, his toes curling from the pleasure.

“That’s it, there you go.” Minho keeps one hand on Jisung’s waist and one on his ass, helping him ease into the motion. His breathing gets heavier, panting against Jisung’s neck, his grip on him tightening as Jisung rides him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Yeah?” Jisung tenses around him and giggles when Minho moans, which inadvertently makes him squeeze again.

“Don’t laugh, I’m literally gonna come,” Minho says with a hypocritical snicker, peppering Jisung’s neck in little kisses as he pushes his hips up to meet with him. “You can’t be so fucking cute riding dick.”

“I’m cute doing everything, come up and kiss me.” Jisung pouts for just a second before Minho is leaning up and kissing him, messy and deep. They don’t usually kiss with a ton of tongue, just enough to make it intimate and sweet, but this is something else. Minho nudges his tongue into Jisung’s mouth and moans against him, thrusting up and smacking his ass again to make Jisung gasp and consequently open his mouth wider. Minho kisses him hungrily, greedily, licking along his teeth and sucking on his tongue. Jisung whimpers for him, turning his head and cupping Minho’s face in his hand. He loves the way he tastes, sweet and clear like rain drops. He leans forward, keeping his head steady enough to make out while he moves himself up and down. Each time Minho’s cock nudges his prostate just right, he gasps against his lips, clutching at him desperately as they move together.

Sex with Minho is always fucking good. It’s always fun and light hearted while being tender and intimate at the same time. They make each other laugh, but they hold each other close. They can fuck hard and nasty, then snuggle up and spend an hour just kissing and enjoying each other’s warmth. This is a new kind of sex between them. The weed makes things feel hazy, makes them feel indulgent, slows time down a little bit. Having Minho inside him just feels so good, so deep.

“Hyung,” Jisung whines against his lips, still rocking in his lap.

“I got you, baby, you’re doing so good,” Minho murmurs between kisses, his breath hot and heavy. “You tired?”

Jisung shakes his head. “No, just feels so good.” He stops and grinds down, rolling his hips and shivering as the damp head of his cock grazes against Minho’s abs. “Fuck, fuck, that’s nice.”

“You want me to touch you?”

“I’ll come fast if you do.” Jisung pouts and Minho nips at his stuck out bottom lip.

“Sensitive Sungie,” Minho whispers and wraps a hand around his cock anyways, touching him lightly as Jisung bounces and whimpers. “Would it be super embarrassing if I told you I was kind of close?”

“Really?” Jisung grins. Minho’s stamina is usually pretty formidable. Not that Jisung can’t make him come quickly if he tries, but they like to fuck for a while and Minho usually holds out until Jisung comes first. He feels a little bit of pride that Minho is already close to finishing.

“You’re just being so fucking hot and weed makes me sensitive,” Minho groans, leaning back against the pillow to just watch Jisung ride him. “Why are you so good at this?”

“Natural talent.” Jisung winks then giggles when Minho raises an eyebrow, his voice breathy from pleasure and effort when he speaks again. “I was a slut before I met you. You know that.”

“Mm, none of those boys knew how to take care of you,” Minho purrs, tightening his grip on Jisung’s cock and jerking him off properly in time with his rhythm until he cries out, leaking over his fist. He gets so wet and messy when he’s close. “Is boyfriend sex better than hook up sex?”

“With you?” Jisung drops himself down hard and gasps, eyes fluttering shut as he rocks back and forth to press on his prostate again and again. “So much fucking better.”

Minho groans and then they’re kissing again, chasing their orgasms together as they swallow each other’s desperate sounds. Jisung switches from bouncing up and down to just grinding, tensing himself around Minho to make him moan against his lips, keeping him deep inside where he can’t find reprieve from the feeling of Jisung around him. Minho strokes his cock to drive him to the edge, but his own sounds are growing increasingly needy. He doesn’t usually make so much noise in bed. He’ll talk dirty and praise Jisung, whisper sappy lovey dovey words in his ear, but he doesn’t always moan so much. Now, he’s whining, gripping Jisung’s hip, his eyes screwed shut.

“I’m gonna come,” Jisung whimpers, a warning that there’s a mess incoming if Minho doesn’t want to be covered in come in less than a minute, but apparently that’s no concern.

“Come on me,” Minho pants, jerking him off faster. “Come on my chest, wanna feel you.”

“Fuck, you can’t just say that, oh my God, fuck, fuck!” Jisung clamps a hand over his mouth instinctively as he sobs in pleasure and tumbles right over the edge. He writhes in Minho’s lap to ride it out, gasping as he watches himself spurt wet ribbons of sticky white right on to Minho’s pecs and abs. As if that isn’t hot enough, Minho is the one aiming his cock, making Jisung come over his skin, relishing in it.

“Sung-ah,” Minho grits out before pushing his hips up and coming inside him with a long breathy moan, his cock twitching as he pumps him full of a warm wetness. “Fuck, God, jagi,” he breathes, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes. “I think I fucking died for a second there.”

“Yeah?” Jisung giggles, still coming down himself as his dick starts to soften, twitching with little aftershocks.

“You’re so hot.”

“Says you.” Jisung nuzzles their noses together, pecks Minho’s lips again. Everything still feels slow and hazy, warm and perfect. “You’re dumb, we’re gonna have to shower again.”

“Oh no.” Minho pouts. “You’ll have to be naked and soaking wet? Again? What’ll we do?”

“Shut up.” Jisung cups his face and smiles, an overwhelming fondness tugging at his heart. He’s never in his life felt this way about another person, like he really wants to wake up next to him every day, listen to him talk for ages, adopt all of his cats.

“What’s that look?” Minho smiles back, his hands stroking Jisung’s sides soothingly up and down, a simple grounding touch.

“I’m gonna be corny.”

“Be corny then.”

Jisung bites his lip, tucking Minho’s hair back behind his ears, looking at his dark brown eyes with all their mischief and sincerity, tinted slightly pink from smoking. He looks at his sweet smile, the ever so slightly crooked front tooth that he adores, the dusting of pink on his tan cheeks. “I love you,” he says, shyly. “Like… really, really love you. I know it’s only been six months, but you’re just…” Jisung falters, worried he’s being too sappy for an objectively young relationship, but Minho keeps looking at him with that same fond gaze. “You’re so special, hyung. I want you to know I’m really serious about us.”

“Oh, baby…” Minho looks briefly concerned and Jisung’s chest tightens. “Are you pregnant? It’s okay if you are, you can tell me.”

“Hyung!” Jisung pouts. “I’m being sincere!”

Minho cackles and wraps his arms fully around Jisung, pulling him close in a hug despite the mess between them and peppering his head with little kisses. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m not always good with this kind of thing.” He squeezes Jisung tight. “I love you too. I love you so much, it scares me a little.” He rubs Jisung’s back, presses another apology kiss to his temple. “You’re also really special to me. I’m just as serious about you.”

“Really?”

“You think I let anyone stay alone in my apartment with my precious babies?”

“I think one of your precious babies just watched us fuck,” Jisung says, glancing over his shoulder at where Dori is staring hauntingly from the kitchen doorway.

“We’ll give all three of them some love in a few minutes.” Minho turns Jisung’s face back towards him and smooths his hair out of his eyes. “Still feel high?”

Jisung nods, his heart still feeling soft from Minho’s sweet words as he strokes his hair.

“I know it’s not that late, but do you want to spend the night again?”

“Could I?” Jisung lights up. They don’t usually do more than one night together at a time. “I’d have to borrow some stuff.”

“You can take whatever you need. Maybe I should start keeping some spare things for you here.” Minho gives Jisung’s cheek a pinch. “Since I like having my Sungie around so much.”

“You’re so gay,” Jisung teases to hide the fact that he’s incredibly touched.

“My dick is literally still in your ass.”

“Ew, okay, we’re like starting to cement together here.”

“I got you, come on.”

They peel apart and take their second shower of the day. Jisung finds that the hot water is utterly intoxicating when he’s stoned and he can hardly bring himself to move away from it. He washes Minho with a hazy fascination, taking his time to grope his chest and his ass when he’s all sudsed up. Minho does the same to him, kissing him slowly and deeply under the spray of the showerhead until their skin is pink and the room is full of steam.

“I think I’m kind of starving,” Jisung says as he steps into a pair of Minho’s underwear and rifles through his dresser drawers for a shirt to steal. He doesn’t want to accidentally take something Minho really likes, but he wants something he wears, something that smells like him.

“Want me to order?”

“Don’t make me horny again.” He comes bounding back up to the bed, having stolen a pair of underwear and selected one of Minho’s old dance crew t-shirts as pajamas. Feeling tight at home, he tucks himself under Minho’s arm and peers over at his phone to scope out food options. “Ramen sounds good.”

“You always want ramen.”

“So do you.”

“Maybe I want sushi,” Minho teases even as he swipes and taps his way to the website for their favorite ramen place. “You want your usual?”

“Aw, you know me so well.” Jisung pecks his cheek and snuggles in extra close, watching as Minho builds his own spicy ramen bowl. It’s cute that he remembered his order. “I think I like smoking. With you, at least.”

“Yeah?” Minho confirms their order and nuzzles his nose against Jisung’s wet hair. “Am I a bad influence?”

“Mhm, terrible.” Jisung nods. “You’re turning me into a delinquent. I’m gonna start robbing banks next.”

“You’re way too clumsy to be a burglar.” Minho tosses his phone aside and uses both arms to manhandle Jisung on top of him, locking both arms around his waist as he presses a kiss to either side of his nose. Jisung is still a little high, feeling extra clingy and indulgent in how much he loves his boyfriend, but Minho seems to be right there with him. They melt together like they’re one person, limbs comfortably tangled up as they make easy banter and exchange clumsy kisses.

“Hey,” Jisung whispers, booping the tip of Minho’s nose. It makes him go cross eyed trying to look. “Thanks for doing drugs with me.”

“You’re welcome?” Minho snickers and his smile is so adorable, Jisung just wants to take a picture of him right here. His little bunny teeth and his scrunched up (slightly reddened) eyes. “Thanks for trusting me to do drugs with I guess.”

“You’re welcome.” Jisung shrugs, grinning, and gives him one more kiss just because he can. He really does feel like he can trust Minho, that he can tell him anything, and he won’t be judged, that he can ask him questions, and try new things. He does have a few hyper specific porn sites bookmarked…

Maybe Jisung should indulge his curiosity more often.