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“So, are you going to tell me who the photos are for?” 

Felix’s voice drifted to Jisung from the shitty speaker on his phone. It turned the deep voice almost monstrous. 

“No,” Jisung said. 

“Boo. Can I guess?”

Jisung played with the holes in his patterned lace stockings before he responded. “No.”

“I can’t believe you’ll get me to advise on your lewds but I don’t get to know who you’re actually sending them to.” Felix huffed. “That's bullshit Han Jisung. You’re buying me lunch for two weeks.”

“Yah, two? You have a boyfriend to buy you lunch. I’m just a dude trying to score himself a date on Black Day.” Jisung whined back, flicking between Felix’s top five photos, trying to decide which Minho would like best. “Besides, isn’t seeing the photos payment enough hmm?”

It was a joke. Mainly. Felix would understand, he always sensed Jisung’s insecurities no matter how small. 

“Would have been better if you let me see hole. I–”

“Lix!”

“–don’t think you need help getting a date. Judging by all the long sleeved shirts you’ve been wearing recently and that big ass bite mark on your leg, I think you’re doing fine.”

Jisung whined back at Felix, looking at the exact photo that showed off Minho’s handiwork. A perfect ring of teeth marks on his upper thigh. He’d contourted himself to show the bite on his leg and his ‘cuffed’ hands in the same photo. It had been a struggle to do both as well as arch his back slightly and keep his legs neatly folded as Felix had instructed. 

The photo was worth it. 

He looked good. His black lingerie and stockings held up by his garter belt, drew attention to his trim waist. On top his sheer black top was cropped to show off both the garter belt and his tone. The arms he’d been building in the gym flexed as he showed his hands bound together with silver cuffs. Or at least they looked that way, the matching silver key rested in his mouth, hung around his neck on a piece of black ribbon. He’d pouted around the key, trying his best to school his face from devilish to demure. After a few photos he’d realised the power of furrowing his brows just a little, enough to make it look like he was uncomfortable. Or struggling. Minho would like that. 

Jisung’s cock twitched in his panties as he thought of it, Minho being pleased as he wriggled and struggled in handcuffs. He had to admit he liked the thought of it too. He couldn’t say he was happy, he was still a little annoyed about the whole situation. Still wanted some revenge on Minho for missing their last two Friday night hang outs, and for Black Day too. But, he did look good, and Minho would definitely think so. 

“Chill Jisung,” Felix’s voice interrupted his thought process. “Whoever it is will pass out from all their blood rushing to their dick when they see them. Use the first one, you look all doe eyed but you’ve got this hot little smirk. It’s killer.” 

Jisung smiled, flicking to the photo Felix meant. He could see his own plans for revenge and getting railed shining in his upturned mouth. “Thanks Lix, you’re the best.”

“That’s right. I’m going to go so you can get down to your activities ,” Jisung snorted at Felix’s tone. “But I want all the gossip tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure, if I’m successful,” Jisung replied.

“Gossip tomorrow over lunch, if you can even walk.”

Jisung laughed. “Okay, talk tomorrow. Love you.”

“Love you, bye.” 

Jisung ended the call and went right back to the photos Felix had picked as the best. He stared at them all a few moments more, going back to the first one Felix had suggested. He did look good, a little cheeky even. 

But Jisung knew Minho. They’d gotten even closer in the last month since they entered into their little ‘arrangement’. Blowing off steam with each other. Taking their bed chem as Jisung called it, which Minho hated, and using it to their advantage. Cosy nights watching anime now began or ended, sometimes both, or sometimes interrupted part way through, by a blow job or a roll in the sheets. Their need to release tension using each other’s bodies had become so frequent that Jisung had become well acquainted with Minho’s likes and dislikes in the bedroom, and had even allowed him to discover some more of his own. 

Jisung knew Minho moaned loudest and sweetest when Jisung gagged and cried a little around his cock. Minho liked to chase him up the stairs of his apartment, or grab him around the ankle and pull him across the bed. Minho liked the struggle. The one time Jisung had accidentally kicked him in the thigh while trying to playfully resist Minho’s advances had led to his legs being pressed up to his ears and Minho edging him to within an inch of his sanity. He shuddered thinking about it, his cock drooling at the memory and how he’d had to cancel his recording plans the next day. In preparation for his Black Day plan Jisung had cleared his next two days and made sure Chan and Changbin would not be back in their shared apartment until midday the next day. 

Jisung flicked back to the last photo. The one where his eyebrows were furrowed, it made his eyes look even bigger, a little confused, and slightly wet too. He was straining more against the cuffs, his chest expanded because of it. Pressing out of his shirt, the angle showed off one hardened nipple sticking out. His lips, pressed in a pout around the key, looked plump and shiny. 

He attached the photo to a text message and hit send. The only text he included was a reminder of the door passcode he’d given Minho two weeks earlier when he was walking a drunk Changbin home while he and Chan were at the studio. 

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Jisung stared at the message, his stomach in knots. He fidgeted and shifted on the bed as he stared at his phone screen. Unable to get comfortable, the lace and sheer mesh that made up the majority of his outfit itched. The elastic of his suspenders and the cuffs of his stockings were too tight. If he was wearing more clothes he might have been sweating. 

Despite how they’d spent the last month, the closest Jisung had gotten to sending Minho a lewd was when he spilt soda on the crotch of his cargos and he'd sent Minho a photo to complain. Minho had turned up outside of his lecture with a spare pair of sweatpants in hand. 

This wasn’t anything like that. Even though Minho had seen him naked plenty of times, and seen him in an outfit twice before, this was different. It felt bigger, more profound. Like he was crossing some invisible line. When they’d had sex before it was because they were both hanging out and wanted to. The frequency of how much they’d fucked was only becasue they were always together, getting food or hanging out. Watching a movie or Minho forcing him on a walk for his mental health. They’d never pre-arranged to fuck. Never even sent a flirty text. Not beyond their base level of flirty banter anyways. 

Jisung stared at the message with tunnel vision, his eyes burning from his phone’s brightness. The excitement of dressing up and taking the photos had shrunk to a low level of anticipation. The nerves were choking him as he stared, waiting for Minho to see the message. When the little notification came up that said ‘read’ Jisung nearly dropped his phone. He chewed his lip as he watched the three bubbles that indicated Minho was writing a message pop up, and then disappear, then pop up again. 

They disappeared and no message was sent. Jisung released the breath he’d been holding in, his chest tight. There was nothing he could do but wait. 

He checked the photo again. He looked good. He looked very good. They’d never talked about it openly but Jisung had spied rope in Minho’s closet once, and he loved to hold his wrists down on the bed. He knew he would like the photo. The lack of response made his little ember of frustration glow once more, burning hotter until the anger warmed him. 

If Minho was upset that his plans to go out and get jajangmyeon on Black Day with his single friends were being interrupted he could just deal with it. Jisung had a few ideas how they could both work out their frustration. Once they were done Jisung would order him whatever he wanted to eat to say sorry, and they could curl up and watch whatever movie Minho wanted. He nodded to himself, it was a good plan. 

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Waiting was agony. Scrolling his phone was not distraction enough as he strained his ears to hear Minho at the door. But he couldn’t stray too far from his bed if he was going to be ready when Minho did get there. He maybe should have waited until after sending the message to prepare himself, but then if Minho arrived while he was two fingers deep the whole plan would be ruined. He fiddled with the cuff enclosed around his left wrist and huffed dramatically. 

His muscles were pulled tight, corded ready to spring into action. The fluttering in his stomach and tension in his muscles was just like on White Day. But this time it was tempered more by a confident anticipation. The thrill of being found out was still heady. He skimmed his hand across his side, slipping his fingers under his garter belt and then sliding along his suspenders. He wanted Minho to see it. He wanted to see Minho seeing it. The way he looked at him four weeks ago as he’d stripped to reveal his white lingerie. Hungry and dark and possessive. The memory alone was enough to turn the nervous fluttering in his stomach to molten desire. 

It was enough to allow him to wait out the agonising twenty minutes sitting on his bed, running his hands over the lace of his stockings and his suspenders. Twisting the cuff on his wrist around and around, the unlatched side swinging wildly.

The anticipation made him hyper sensitive, his cock half hard and twitching as he listened for every tiny noise. When he heard shuffling and the tell tale beep of the door passcode his muscles snapped to attention. He sprung to his knees, arching his back prettily, and bending back to properly lock the cuffs into place around his free wrist. 

“Jisung-ah!” Minho called. 

Jisung was so excited, lost in the motions of trying to pose as alluring as possible, he missed the angry edge to Minho’s voice. It was only as he pushed into Jisung’s room, dropping the carrier bag in his hand to the floor, that Jisung noticed the irritation. Minho’s brows were furrowed as he stood and stared at him, his jacket half off his shoulder. 

Jisung licked his lips, he wanted to say something sexy. He’d planned to plead for help. But, Minho's eyes were dark in a way that didn’t seem like hunger. Jisung’s mouth dried up, his arousal shrivelling under Minho’s glare.

Minho stalked towards the bed, and pulled the key from off his neck. “What. The. Fuck. Jisung.” 

Jisung sat frozen at Minho’s angry tone as he quickly unlocked the cuffs from around his wrists. The key was tossed to the floor as Minho grabbed his wrists, pulling them up and inspecting them. 

“Hyung?” Jisung started, chewing his lip. He was unsure where else to go, entirely disorientated by Minho’s reaction.

He gasped as Minho dropped his wrists, turning his back and speaking coldly. “Never do that again Jisung-ah. Goodnight.”

“Hyung what the fuck? I can’t send you a picture?” 

He clung to the hot iron of his confused and indignant anger. It was that or succumb to tears of rejection. He shuffled his legs and arms together a little to cover himself. Minho spun around on his way out. He was going to leave. 

“Send me a picture?” Minho pointed at the discarded cuffs. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? What if something happened on my way over here and you couldn’t get out of them–” 

“Hyung it’s okay, I–” Jisung attempted to interrupt, soothe Minho’s ire, but he barrelled on undeterred. 

“What if I didn’t come? Did you ever think of that?”

Minho panted, his body rigid with anger. Jisung softened, less concerned about his perceived rejection when apparently Minho was just upset he might have gotten hurt. His words struck something inside Jisung. Even though he had planned it carefully, and hadn’t in fact been stupid enough to lock himself up defenceless, the question made him realise something. He hadn’t once considered a possibility where Minho didn’t come when he asked. The knowledge sat heavy on his chest. 

Jisung unfolded from the bed and took a step towards Minho, hands outstretched like he might if he was faced with a wild animal. “Hyung, please don’t leave. I didn’t– I only locked them on when I heard you were at the door. 

“What?” Minho asked, his shoulders softening a little. 

“I just had them resting over my wrists for the photo. I waited in the bedroom until I heard you at the door. I wanted…” Jisung trailed off. It hadn’t gone as he had planned and it felt too vulnerable to finish. 

“What the fuck– Why Jisung?” Minho’s usually silky voice sounded shredded. 

“You didn’t like it? I thought it would be hot, I thought you’d like it.”

“Jisung you're hot, of course it was hot. But why the fuck wouldn’t I worry? You’re supposed to discuss things like this before you try it. ”

“Discuss lewds?”

“Bondage, Jisung-ah. You can’t just spring that on someone.” Minho said, exasperated. 

“So you didn’t like it. I’m sorry hyung. I thought– I’m sorry.” 

Jisung stared at his stocking clad feet, wriggling his toes into the floorboards. He was so stupid. He had interrupted Minho’s evening with his friends, pushed himself on him. Of course Minho would be angry. 

“Jisung.” Minho stepped forward again and gently squeezed Jisung’s shoulder. “You look incredible. I like bondage, but I don’t like not discussing it with my partners–” Minho bit his lip, blinking his eyes a few times before he continued. “I don’t like not discussing it with you first. Even if we’re just–” Minho paused again, chewing over his words like they tasted sour. “Even if we’re just friends with benefits or whatever. You could have been hurt if you closed the cuffs too tight, or lined your arms up wrong. Shit, what if you accidentally snapped them closed when you took the photo? Fuck. You just love to run before you can walk.”

Jisung sucked in a deep breath, trying to fill his body with air to keep the rejection out. At least Minho wasn’t leaving, but the tears still wanted to come. He hadn’t thought about any of that. Not about accidentally hurting himself, he just thought it would be fun. They barely needed to communicate out loud most of the time, the way they understood each other seemed innate. Why waste words on what he thought would be a sexy surprise? A way to get Minho’s attention back on him again. 

He definitely hadn’t thought of their arrangement as friends with benefits. For some reason, that stung more than anything else. He couldn’t look at Minho as he apologised again, leaning heavily into the wall.  

“Sorry hyung.”

“Jisung, you really worried me, I think I’m owed an explanation.” Minho said, rubbing his hands up and down Jisung’s arms. 

Jisung’s chest ached on his next inhale, breathing out did nothing to relieve it. The sensation only got worse as he watched Minho’s small hands try to press comfort into him. The words sat heavy on his tongue, he was going to sound stupid and petulant. Jealous. But Minho was right, he was owed an explanation. Jisung watched his fingers tap out a little beat on his elbow as he spoke. 

“We’ve spent every Friday night together since we met, but you missed the last two.” Jisung paused to take a deep breath. The air expanding his lungs didn’t dull the pain in his chest. He dragged his eyes to meet Minho’s, hoping to find some comfort or reassurance there. “And I didn’t want you to spend Black Day with anyone else.”

Minho drew his hands back, pinching the bridge of his nose. Jisung gazed up at him, trying to fight the wetness in his eyes. 

“Jisung, all you had to do was say that. I wasn’t even–” Minho didn’t bother finishing his sentence, pointing at the bag he dropped in the doorway of Jisung’s room. 

Jisung looked at it properly for the first time, but couldn’t see anything past the brown paper of the bag. “What is that hyung?” 

“Jajangmyeon.”

“For us?”

“Yah, Jisung-ah. Yes for us, I was already on my way over.”

“ Oh .”

The air around them sat tense and heavy in a way it never had before. Jisung fiddled with the strap of his suspender nervously. He thought about pulling on a pair of sweats to cover himself, but moving seemed scary. Like it would rupture something in the room. 

Like it would remind Minho he wanted to leave. Leave, and maybe never come back. 

“Look, Jisung.” Minho paused, his usually direct gaze flighty, flicking all over the room. “I don’t think this is working out. I– I think it’s probably better for us to go back to before, you know?”

Jisung blinked at Minho. The tears immediately springing back to his eyes. Back to before? Before when? Two months ago when they didn’t fuck every chance they got? Back to eating meals and watching movies and TV together, closer than any of his other friends but never straying too far. Or back three months ago when they’d never met? 

Jisung hadn't talked to any of their, now shared, friends about the ‘friends with benefits’ situation they ended up in. As Minho had labeled it. It just seemed to be a natural conclusion after White Day, once it was out there that they liked sleeping with each other. At first Jisung thought it was because he didn't want to be roasted. Seungmin and Jeongin’s tongues could be surprisingly sharp and Changbin was relentless. He figured it was for the best to keep it quiet, that way he didn't make it awkward for them. 

But standing there reeling from what he’d assumed was a rejection from Minho. Having to embarrassingly confess to wanting to be the only one Minho spent time with, when Minho was already planning to do just that. He realised part of the reason he hadn’t spilled to Felix or Chan was because he didn’t want to. 

There was a possessive curl to his thoughts, his actions too desperate and too demanding. Whatever happened between him and Minho was theirs, and Jisung realised he had no interest in sharing it with anyone else. Other people's thoughts and opinions simply didn't matter and the idea of having to listen to them made him angry. The idea of having to describe or put into words what they had was sickening. Hearing Minho say ‘friends with benefits’ made his stomach churn. 

“Oh,” Jisung said, a stray tear leaking out. “Right.” 

It was all too late now. Minho wanted to go back to ‘before’. Whatever ‘before’ he meant, it was going to break Jisung’s heart. 

“I know you need the stress relief, and I want to help you Jisung. But it’s just not working for me,” Minho said. 

Minho’s voice was strangely hesitant but Jisung was lost in his own thoughts. Unable to hear the rest as Minho continued.  His vision blurred with tears as he looked at their feet, near each other but a respectable distance apart. Minho always liked to drape his legs over his lap when they sat next to each other. If they went back to ‘before’ would he still do that?

Jisung’s mind spun. When they woke up curled together after White Day they started talking about sex. Jisung had never felt free enough to talk about what he wanted to try so openly. But Minho was Minho. He couldn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed in front of him, not really. Not in any way that Minho couldn’t make feel good. Freeing. Jisung had bashfully told him it had never felt better, that it felt like Minho melted all his stress away. Minho had given him a cocky grin, but dropped it the moment he had hit him on the shoulder. 

So he spilled it all out to Minho when he asked, and they set about doing it. They talked about whether something was good or not for them. Jisung found himself growing bolder, only helped along by Minho’s smugness and delight at humbling him again. He was constantly discovering new things that made his heart race and cock throb, like Minho was revealing the truth of Jisung’s sexual fantasies to him one by one. Or writing them. 

When Jisung said he wanted to top, Minho said yes. Half way through topping, shivery and overwhelmed, he’d mumbled into Minho’s collarbones that it had been awhile since he topped and he was worn out. Minho just smiled, rolled over and rode him until they were both a mess. Afterwards, Minho had even complimented his stroke game but noted his stamina needed work. They laughed about it. Jisung realised now that was a good sign. That they could laugh when their teeth clacked, or Minho got a calf cramp while fucking Jisung over a table. They’d laughed so much then, when Minho collapsed into a chair that had been hastily pulled aside. Jisung had to suppress his giggles in Minho’s knee while he tried to rub out the soreness in his leg. 

Jisung hadn’t even realised what they were doing was a ‘friend’s with benefits’ situation because they had the other stuff too. He ate most of his meals with Minho. When they watched movies together it was never an issue if Jisung fell asleep on Minho’s shoulder. He rubbed out Minho's sore muscles when he had a tough practice, and he gets the same when he's been in shrimp mode at the studio all day. 

Their friends stopped making comments about their coupley-ness. But they also don't not treat them like a couple. Group lunches, games nights and bar crawls had all become a frequent thing. Everytime space was left for Minho and Jisung to sit together, the same way everyone makes sure there is a spot for Chan and Felix. If bunking up in the car was ever necessary, Minho made room on his lap and Jisung went, Minho’s arms his seatbelt. 

It was just the last part that wasn’t in place. 

Jisung realised too late that he wanted kisses outside of sex. A peck in between classes or a grumbly wake up kiss that tasted of morning breath. The soft press of Minho’s plump lips as they met to walk to classes together. Jisung wanted to say ‘Hmm my wallpaper? Oh, that's my boyfriend's cats. Aren't they cute?’. He wanted to know that Minho wasn't seeing anyone else. 

It was too late to realise that when Minho said he would get jajangmyeon for Black Day, Jisung wasn’t angry that Minho might spend the day without him. He was upset that he would spend it the way a single person would. 

“Jisung,” Minho said, shaking his shoulders softly. “Jisungie.” 

Jisung blinked rapidly to clear the tears in his eyes. His chest aching and hands throbbing, he could name the pain now. Too late though. It was all too late. He looked up at Minho’s eyes and dug his fingers into his palms to restrain the urge to grab Minho’s lovely face and never let go. 

When was the last time they kissed? Yesterday? The day before, when Minho had pulled out of him and they’d sunk into his couch together. Minho had gotten up not too long after to clean up and make dinner for them both. Jisung should have held on longer, lingered in that fleeting kiss. He hadn’t known it would be the last. 

“Jisung.” 

Minho’s gentle commanding tone was enough to snap Jisung’s attention back into the worst moment of his life. 

He gave a watery smile. “It’s ok hyung.”

Small hands cradled his face, tilting it upwards. Minho stroked his thumbs softly under his eyes. “It’s not ok Jisung, you’re crying. Tell me why.”

Jisung stood, face resting in Minho’s hands. Blinking up at Minho’s kind face as he spoke so sweetly made everything worse. Minho had seen him cry countless times. Tears of pleasure, and of frustration. Rasping sobs when he was overstimulated. Even crying outside of the bedroom too, the few times he’d been so stressed there seemed to be no other way to deal with it then weep. Especially now that he had Minho’s arms to cry into. But there was no comfort to be found in Minho now. 

The worst part was that Jisung couldn’t lie to Minho. Definitely not when he was looking at him so warmly. Wasting more of his precious time dealing with Jisung’s mess, so patient and kind. Goosebumps broke out over Jisung’s skin as he looked back at Minho’s beautiful face, as he attempted to comfort him. Minho was the best person he knew. 

Jisung took a gulp of air that felt like swallowing razor blades. 

“I don’t want to go back to the way it was before,” Jisung muttered. 

Minho shifted backwards like he’d been pushed in the chest. Jisung was so horribly selfish that he couldn’t let Minho stray too far, tangling his fingers in the bottom of his open coat. Just holding it limply as he chewed his lip and waited for his best friend to speak, heart in his throat. Minho’s hands drifted forward to rub his arms again. Before, Jisung might have thought the touch was magnetic. 

“Jisung, this isn’t working for me. I can’t do it anymore.” Minho’s voice was so soft, airier even than usual. “I can be your friend, but I can’t do this ‘friends with benefits’ thing. Not unless the benefits are free tickets to your shows or–”

Jisung whimpered, interrupting Minho’s weak attempt at a joke. “I don’t mean that .”

Minho pulled his hands back, staring down at them intently. Jisung watched the way each of his short fingers curled tightly over his thumbs. “What do you mean then Jisung? You don’t want to be friends?”

Jisung was so shocked by the question his hands shot out so he could hold Minho’s shoulders. “What? Of course that's not what I meant hyung.” Jisung squeezed Minho’s shoulders until he looked up again. Minho had the prettiest eyes. “I like you.”

Minho sighed, deflated. “I like you too.”

Jisung shook his head. Finding the right words was so hard. There was a stubborn part of him that clung to hope that it wasn’t too late. That if Jisung could just find the right thing to say it would all be ok. But, what if Minho just wanted to be friends? What if Minho saw nothing romantic between them at all? Jisung’s chest throbbed painfully. 

Ever since they met they’d moved at lightning speed. Even that first night they’d talked for twenty minutes maximum before they were jogging down Seoul streets together, not needing to speak to give directions. Not needing to figure out a pace that matched them both, when one took a step the other matched it. Easy. Jisung’s stupid heart had run away and fallen in love with Minho before his brain had a chance to catch up.

All the easy companionship, their Friday night movie nights. Their shared lunches and coffee dates hung on a precipice. But now that he knew about it he couldn’t keep it inside. The feeling already felt too big to keep in his chest, his entire body thrumming with it. Looking at Minho’s sweet brown eyes he realised he’d been teasing the words out for weeks in his notes app, half finished lyrics and a bubblegum bright tune. 

He moved his hand to rest on Minho’s neck, in case it would be his last time. “No hyung, I mean I like you. I don’t want to go back to before because I want to keep doing what we’ve been doing for the last month,” Jisung paused to chew his lip. “I just want more too.” 

It wasn’t the grand words in his phone. No remarks on destiny, or intuition. But they were honest, and out there. Jisung watched them land on Minho. Watched his body freeze, then breath by breath soften. 

Hope made Jisung’s hands twitch. Minho’s hands stilled in their movements, just resting on Jisung’s biceps. 

“Now?” Minho asked, voice thin. 

“Wha– What do you mean hyung?”

“How long have you liked me for?” Minho looked at him, his gaze direct again. 

Jisung furrowed his brows in confusion, he anxiously fiddled with the end of Minho’s coat. “I– What does it matter?”

“It matters because,” Minho cut himself off and shook his head, “it doesn’t matter.” Jisung chewed his lip, his entire body thrumming with nerves. Minho stood a little taller and moved his hands to hold Jisung’s neck gently. “Thank you for being honest Jisung.” Jisung’s stomach dropped, that sounded like rejection. Minho’s thumbs rubbed over his skin soothingly before new tears fell. “I should be honest too, direct. I meant, I like you too. But, it’s more than sex for me. It has been since the start. So, if that’s all you’re wanting I can’t do that anymore.”

Jisung gasped, the pain in his chest beginning to unfurl to something softer. He reached up to hold Minho’s wrists. 

“It’s more than that, Minho, way more.” Jisung met Minho’s searching look as best as he could. It was intense but Jisung refused to shy away from it. “Me too. Since the start, I mean. Since Valentine's Day.”

“Oh, Jisung.” The sound was more like an exhale of breath. Like a relieved sigh. Minho’s whole face melted, his shoulders softening too. Like a great weight had been cut free from him. His hands reached to cradle Jisung’s jaw. “Yeah?”

One more hopeful tear slid free down Jisung’s cheek. “Yeah, hyung. Since we stopped in Hyunjin and Felix’s lobby at least. Maybe before, when we–”

Jisung cut himself off when Minho bent forward to rest his head on his shoulder. Minho groaned, the sound dense as if pulled from somewhere deep inside him. 

“Hyung?”

“It’s ok Jisungie.” Minho raised his head, his smile so dazzling Jisung knew he’d have the afterimage of it burned into his retinas forever. Minho rubbed his thumbs across Jisung’s cheeks reassuringly. “It’s ok. It’s just a lot of wasted time. Time that I could have been kissing you like this.”

The kiss was warm and bright, filled with all the indolent joy of summer holidays. Minho moved with purpose, but without hurry. He’d already mapped Jisung’s mouth and now he meandered down the paths he’d committed to memory. Jisung was lured along, following his lead and clutching Minho’s face greedily. Minho pulled back only to tease, pressing soft kisses at the upturned corners of Jisung’s mouth, then rubbing his nose along Jisung’s before pressing back in. It was perfect. When Minho pulled back Jisung chased him, fighting the giggles that wanted to erupt. 

Jisung only let them break apart for air because Minho didn’t go far. He stayed with his head pressed against Jisung’s, carding his fingers through Jisung’s hair. Jisung blinked to clear his thoughts. 

“We could have been doing that for two months?” Jisung said. 

Minho nodded, knocking their heads together and humming onto Jisung’s lips. “Mhhmm. If only you hadn’t rejected me the next morning.”

“What?” Jisung straightened up, forcing some space between them. Minho grumbled. “Reject you? I didn’t reject you. I didn’t even think about anything romantic because you made it clear that you just wanted to be friends.”

“Oh I did, did I?” Minho snorted, continuing to play with Jisung’s hair as he rolled his eyes fondly. 

“You made me breakfast the next day, and brought it to me in bed! We watched anime for two hours.”

Minho openly laughed at that, pulling back a little to stare Jisung down. Jisung met his look head on, folding his arms across his chest and pouting. 

“What, a date has never made you breakfast before?” Minho asked, his eyebrow cocked. 

“No?” As if Minho wanted to make it out like that was normal. Like bringing someone the world’s best egg rice and watching Oshi no Ko said anything other than ‘lets be friends and hang out’. “What, you cook breakfast for all your dates?”

“Only the ones I’m trying to keep in my apartment as long as possible.”

Jisung blinked, his hands falling to his sides. “Oh.” 

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” Minho said as he kissed Jisung’s cheek. “I asked you if you wanted to go out that night and you said you were busy.”

Jisung made a garbled whine of protest, snapping out of the trance Minho’s words and kiss had left him in. “I was busy. I didn't know you meant as a date?”

Jisung pouted again as Minho laughed some more. His complaint was forestalled by Minho kissing him again, lingering to press the curve of his smile into Jisung’s mouth. 

“You didn't know getting asked to dinner was a date? How many people's hearts have you broken Jisung-ah?”

“Hyung,” Jisung whined. “Of course I know that it can mean that but I didn't know you meant that.” He grabbed Minho’s shirt and shook it a little. “I texted you that afternoon.” He barked in his own defense, smiling smugly. 

“Jisung,” Minho said, his tone sardonic. “You sent me a meme.”

“You liked it!”

“Yeah, but you have to see that it gave the signal that you weren't interested in dating me.” 

Jisung stubbornly stuck out his lip. “I don’t agree.”

“Jisung.” Minho said exasperatedly. “It was a picture of a moth that said ‘dude let me in, i’m a fairy’.”

“I’d just learned about poodle moths,” he muttered. “I think they’re cool.”

“They are cool baby, don’t worry.” Minho kissed his temple, then his cheek again. “It just didn’t scream ‘this dude wants to date me’.”

“I asked you to hang out the next day!” Jisung puffed up with indignation. 

“Yeah with Felix and the others, you're not helping your point Jisungie.” 

Jisung deflated. “I was worried you’d say no if I asked you on a date.”

“Stupid.” 

“Hyung–”

“Ridiculous that you think I'd ever say no.” Minho shook his head and pulled Jisung into his arms. “I rearranged one of my classes so our timetables would line up and we could get lunch.”

Jisung grabbed Minho’s shoulders. “Really?”

“Yep.”

Minho said it with so much pride, grinning. He had the same air of smugness as time Doongie had conned Jisung into giving him a second dinner while Minho was showering. Jisung barely knew what to do with his body, he was so filled with fondness. He followed his intuition and kissed Minho, winding his arms around his neck. 

“I love you hyung,” Jisung whispered into the kiss. 

It was only when Minho froze and pulled back that Jisung realised he hadn’t said that before. That, for Minho, there may be quite a distance between ‘like’ and ‘love’. 

“You love me Jisungue?” Minho said. 

His tone was teasing but Jisung was still too nervous to look. He nodded with his eyes scrunched closed, only opening them when Minho took hold of his face again. 

“There you are.” Minho's smile was small, but devastating. It softened the sharpest of his features. “You have to look at me when I tell you I love you too.”

Jisung shook his head, trying to deny the need to look at Minho. He was so pretty, smiling with the warmth of the earth’s core, it was too much. He froze when the words filtered through his brain, Minho’s soft laugh ghosting across his face. 

“You love me too?” He asked, his voice embarrassingly high pitched. 

Minho nodded, carefully stroking Jisung’s cheek before moving to tuck some loose waves behind his ears. 

“I do. I love you Jisung.”

Jisung all but threw himself at Minho, legs desperately clambering to hook over his hips as he pressed forward for a kiss. Minho made one startled noise before adjusting and catching him, shifting to distribute his weight and lift him up. They both dissolved into laughter when Jisung squealed at the feeling of sudden weightlessness. 

The laughter was quickly overtaken by the wet noise of lips smacking and muffled moans. Minho pressed him into the wall, kissing along his neck as they pulled apart for breath. He muttered ‘got a lot of time to make up for’ against Jisung’s jaw. Jisung fervently nodded, pulling on Minho’s hair until he could seal their mouths together again, biting at Minho’s lip.

Jisung lost himself in the pleasure of drinking Minho’s moans straight from his mouth. He was drunk on it. Giddy at the feeling of Minho’s burning hot ears on the skin of his lips, as he nibbled his ear lobe and begged for another kiss. 

Jisung tried to grind his hard cock against Minho. But, with his legs wrapped tightly around Minho’s torso and Minho pressing him into the wall his ability to move was limited. Eventually, Minho placed him back on the floor so he could grope Jisung freely. Immediately moving to rub over his nipples, left exposed by the see through material of his shirt. 

“Jisung,” Minho groaned. “You’re so gorgeous, look at you. The prettiest boy in the world is my boyfriend.” 

Minho’s words caused a shiver to go through Jisung’s body, his small hands following it. Minho traced over the tattoo down his side, then over the lace of his garter belt. Jisung attempted to be helpful and pulled at Minho’s jacket, still half sitting on his shoulders. 

“Hyung, take this off.” Jisung pushed at the thick material. Turning his head he pressed an open mouth kiss into Minho's face. “Please, jagiya.” His words were muffled by Minho’s cheek. 

“Of course baby.” Minho took a half a step back to give himself enough room to pull his coat off and toss it blindly towards Jisung’s desk. “Anything you want, all you have to do is ask.” Minho closed the space between them again. 

“Then, can we use the cuffs now, hyung?” Jisung smiled, pressing his body forward into Minho. He lightly clutched his boyfriend’s shirt. 

Minho’s smirk was an electric shock that pulsed down Jisung’s spine. Small hands circled his wrists. “No.”

Jisung pouted. “What? Hyung, why?” He whined, drawing out all the syllables and rounding his eyes, blinking up at Minho. 

“Oh baby,” Minho cooed. “Because, I said so.” 

“Hyung.” Jisung stamped his foot, pulling a little tighter on the shirt between his fists. “But, I really want to try it.” 

Jisung’s world capsized in the blink of an eye. Minho shifted his weight and used his grip on Jisung’s wrists to press his hands into the wall above his head. Jisung bowed his back, testing the hold, but Minho didn’t budge. His shocked gasp melted into a low moan. 

“I’m not surprised that a wriggly little thing like you would want to be restrained, baby.” Minho whispered into his ear, Jisung shuddered under the press of his body. “But no cuffs.”

“But hyung–”

“No buts.” Minho moved one hand to grip Jisung’s face between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his chin up. It made their difference in height seem far larger. Like Minho was looming over him, Jisung small and helpless in his hands. “Don’t argue with me baby. Cuffs make it too easy. You need to prove to me you’re a good boy.” 

Jisung swallowed. Minho even smelt good this close, clean linen and smoky vanilla. His gaze was as oppressive and demanding as his weight pressing against him. Jisung’s cock was fully hard and leaking precome again. 

Minho pulled on his bottom lip with his thumb. “You want to be a good boy don’t you?”

Jisung gasped out a yes, shuddering as Minho dragged the hand on his face down his body to pull on his waist. His body was forced into a deep arch, hands tight to the wall but torso touching Minho’s. Unconsciously he’d begun to grind his hips into Minho’s, the thin material of his panties allowing him to feel every fold in the fabric of Minho’s jeans. He moaned and watched Minho’s smirk grow as he moved his own hips backwards, leaving Jisung with nothing to rub against. 

There was simply no way Jisung would be able to hold still under Minho. No way he wouldn’t claw at his back or grip his hip, or hair. Or his thighs. Thick and perfect for grabbing or grinding against. If only Minho would let him grind against one. 

“Hyung, I can’t–” 

“Yes, you can.” Minho released his wrists and took a step back, trailing his finger down Jisung’s body, until he could hook it lightly in Jisung’s garter belt. “I’m going to lay you out on your bed, and you’re going to hold your hands above your pretty little head. Exactly where I leave them.”

Jisung closed his eyes, shaking his head once. He couldn’t imagine it, not being able to move. To touch Minho. Not without something binding him to keep him in place. Minho was so hot, so beautiful. Jisung always wanted to touch him. His dick throbbed painfully. 

“Hyung, I won’t be able to hold it. I won’t,” he whined. 

It didn’t just hurt to imagine not being able to touch Minho. It hurt to imagine not being able to do as Minho asked, disappointing him 

Minho ran his nose along Jisung’s neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He stopped to murmur in Jisung’s ear. “You will baby, look at you now.” He lightly traced the burning muscles along Jisung’s arm. “You held them above your head without my help because you're such a pretty little thing, made to please.”

Jisung moaned as Minho bit into his neck. His arms strained but stayed pressed to the wall, his fingernails digging into his palms. 

Minho whispered in his ear. “What else are these pretty vanity muscles for, if not for you to show them off while I fuck you? It’ll look so pretty baby.”

Jisung shuddered, chewing his lip. Minho continued to torture him, kissing along his throat and jaw while he played with the lace of the garter belt. Using his strength to prevent Jisung from being able to roll his hips to get some friction. Sweet words were whispered into Jisung’s skin. ‘Perfect’ and ‘beautiful’ and ‘mine’. 

Jisung moaned again, trembling from the effort it took not to move. He could do it. For Minho he could do it. 

“Okay hyung,” he said. 

Minho grinned, grabbing Jisung’s face to give him a chaste kiss. “Good. You can move your arms now, pretty boy.” Minho rubbed over them softly as Jisung let his arms hang limp by his side. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You know what to do if you’re not,” Minho said and Jisung nodded. “Good, now give hyung a kiss.”

Jisung half flung himself onto Minho in his eagerness for a kiss, wrapping an arm tightly around his neck. His other hand gripped Minho’s hair, then his face. He was so starved after only a few moments without being able to touch Minho, he couldn’t keep still. They kissed hungrily while Jisung frantically pawed at Minho’s chest and waist. 

Minho licked into his mouth, cupping his ass and dragging them closer together. Jisung moaned, gasping for breath in the small amount of space Minho allowed. He buried a hand in Minho’s soft hair as he suckled on his lip, until Minho had enough and returned the favour. His bottom lip stung by the time Minho released it and sealed their mouths together again. 

A small hand pulled on his thigh and Jisung obeyed the wordless command. Kissing messily across Minho’s cheek he raised his leg to wrap over Minho’s hip again. 

“Fuck, Jisung,” Minho moaned as he pulled the leg to sit higher. “Come on.”

Jisung’s stomach swooped as Minho grabbed his other leg and lifted it too. He squeaked and clung tightly to Minho’s shoulders. He’d never get used to how effortlessly Minho picked him up and carried him, like he was a rag doll. Minho pressed his laugh into the crook of his neck, following it by sucking a mark there. 

“Hyung!”

“My squeaky toy is back,” Minho said. 

The momentary panic wore off as Minho shifted his weight, holding him up easily by gripping Jisung’s ass. When Jisung looked at his face he didn’t even look to be straining. Minho was so fucking strong, solid under his legs and hands. He nodded dumbly, nuzzling into his neck to make himself comfortable. 

Minho chuckled. “Cute.”

It was like being on a boat, the way his body swayed as Minho moved cradling him. A flashback to the night they first met came to him, when he’d barely known Minho, yet it felt safe to be in his arms. Now, after eight weeks, Jisung felt like he was invincible.

Minho carried towards the bed, using his hands to grope his ass as much as hold him upright. Jisung giggled into his neck. 

“I feel like Soonie right now, when you carry him around like a baby.” 

Minho’s laugh rumbled through his chest, right into Jisung where their bodies were pressed together. “You going to purr for me? Want me to call you kitten?”

Jisung’s moan ripped out of him, his cock throbbing, Minho’s derisive laughter didn’t help. 

The aftershock of it was still going through him when Minho laid him out on the sheets of his bed. He wiggled into the cool cotton, hips gyrating up into Minho’s retreating body. Minho kneeled between his legs staring down at him with a knowing look. Jisung refused to unwrap his limbs from around Minho. 

“Aish, be nice hyung,” Jisung said, pouting. 

“You send mixed messages Jisung-ah. You ask me to be nice,” Minho paused to twist one of his nipples harshly. Jisung’s whole body convulsed, lightning zipping through his blood. His limbs thumped down into the sheets as he moaned. “Yet you make the sluttiest noises when I’m mean.” Minho leaned over him as he panted, biting at his ear lobe. “Which is it baby?”

“Hyung.” Jisung gasped, trembling as Minho’s voice dripped tight into his ear. 

Pleasant vibrations rumbled over Jisung’s skin and down his spine as Minho hummed into the spot below his ear lobe. “Don’t worry baby, I know what you want. What you need. Let's get this shirt off though.”

Minho eased back to allow him enough space to sit up and slip the black top off. He threw it unseeing across his room, quickly grabbing at Minho’s clothes and tugging on them. There was a sense of urgency to his movements as he slipped a hand down to undo Minho’s fly. Scared that any moment Minho would push his hands to the sheets and tell him to hold there. 

It didn’t take him long to get Minho naked, his cock throbbed at seeing Minho hard for him. He reached to run a finger over the now familiar vein on the underside of Minho’s big cock, grinning when Minho moaned. 

“Having fun?” Minho asked, settling onto his arms over Jisung. 

Jisung looked up at him through his lashes, trying his best to look shy as he nodded and shifted to stroke Minho properly. To add to the effect he sucked his lower lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop. 

“Hyung’s so big.” 

Minho shuddered above him, twitching his hips a little. “You’re such a slut.”

Jisung moaned, nodding as he used his free hand to cup Minho’s balls. He felt like a slut, dressed up and eager. Hard and leaking in his panties, again . No one had ever made him feel as desperate as Minho did. 

“Yeah, your slut.” 

Minho moaned right into his mouth as he kissed him. 

-`🖤´-

They became a tangle of limbs as they made out for a while, rolling across Jisung’s bed. First Minho on top, then Jisung, then Minho again. They grinded into one another, moaning into each other's lips or jaw. Hands grabbed asses and pulled hair. It was so good. Messy with saliva left all over their faces, and Jisung’s underwear stuck to his leaky tip. 

Eventually Minho broke away to kneel over Jisung again. Jisung pouted at the lack of contact, tucking his hands behind Minho’s thighs to try and drag him closer again. Minho brushed them away easily. 

“Let me look. You dressed up pretty for hyung again right? Let me see,” Minho said. 

“You’ve already half undressed me, and you took the cuffs off. Come on–”

Minho pressed a palm over his mouth. Predictably, Jisung moaned.

“Good job I have a picture to help me remember then, isn’t it?” Minho said, smirking as Jisung’s eyes rolled back into his head at being restrained. At being reminded of what he’d done. “Shh.”

Minho freed Jisung’s mouth, whispering praise when he bit his own lips to keep his noises to himself. He dug his fingers into the sheets as Minho tickled down his side to get to the garter belt. 

“You’re so sexy, you know that right Jisung? I’ve never met anyone as sexy as you. Sweats and hoodies or this,” Minho gestured to the stockings and lace. “You drive me insane.”

Jisung choked back his whimper. He wanted so badly to tell Minho how perfect he was, thick thighs and soft stomach. Sharp nose and high cheekbones. But, he held back until Minho kissed him again and muttered that he could speak. 

“Hyung– fuck. You’re gorgeous. Fuck me please. I haven’t been with anyone but you since my last test. I need you–”

Minho silenced him with a hand over his mouth again. This time when Jisung looked, Minho’s eyes were dark and ravenous. 

“You haven’t been with anyone but me since your last test?”

Jisung nodded eagerly, holding Minho’s wrist loosley where he held his face. Minho licked his lips, the filthy smile he gave sent prickles across Jisung’s body. 

“Interesting piece of information. Hyunjin didn’t want to go to the clinic alone two weeks ago, so I went with him. Clean bill of health for me.” Minho licked his lips again, shifting to squash Jisung deeper into the mattress. “You?”

Jisung’s lips kissed Minho’s palm as he said yes, the sound muffled. He nodded again, to be clear. 

Minho lifted his hands away, moving them to snap the strap of his suspender, making him gasp. “And what do you want hyung to do with this information Jisungie?”

Jisung clutched at Minho’s shoulders, struggling a little to breathe with the way Minho’s weight compressed him. He pecked Minho’s lips twice before he spoke. “Fuck me raw hyung-ah, please?” The lack of air made his tone light and thready. 

The words were like a lightning bolt across Minho. He leaned back just enough to grab Jisung’s arms and press them into the bed. His face was predatory, Jisung moaned wantonly in response. 

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” 

Jisung cried out ‘yes’, but the sound got choked off into a wail as Minho bit into his throat. He arched off the bed as sharp nails dug into his skin and pulled, he knew red lines would be left in their wake. Jisung mouthed at Minho’s neck dreaming of being painted all over in Minho’s marks. Small hands pushed him back to the bed by his hips. 

Minho sat back, his face dark and tone falsely sweet as he spoke. “You made a mistake Jisung-ah. Very silly of you to put garters and suspenders on, now hyung can’t get to your weepy little cock or your pretty hole without taking them off.” Minho pouted, snapping the straps of the suspenders again. “But hyung wants to fuck you with your stockings on, you look so pretty.”

Jisung gurgled, too turned on to speak. His cock twitched madly, the air of the room hitting the wet patch on his panties now that Minho had moved back. 

“I guess your pretty head got all hazy when you got dressed up for me, huh?” Minho trailed his hands down, pressing once on Jisung crotch just to smile meanly and move away when he bucked up. 

“Hyung I–”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”  

Everything happened fast after that, though Jisung’s brain absorbed it slowly. Minho’s muscles bunched, the veins in his arm and neck straining deliciously against his skin. Jisung leaned forward a little to lick the path of one when he choked on a gasp. His underwear cut into skin as they were suddenly tight, the sound of them ripping apart reached him before he could register what Minho was doing. One side of his panties sat open, long frayed threads swirling across his skin. 

“Wha–”

“Don’t worry, hyung will buy you more baby.”

Jisung watched avidly as Minho wound his hands up into the other side of his underwear, until his bruised knuckles were wrapped in sheer black fabric. Jisung moaned long and low as Minho’s hands flushed as he pulled until the fabric was in two separate pieces. 

Minho pulled the shreds of the panties away. “There, that's better.”

Jisung whined, writhing on the bed. “Fuck, hyung. Nnnng. That’s so fucking hot. What the fuck. I–” 

Minho swallowed his horny ramblings with a kiss, lightly trailing his hands along the patterns in his stockings. Jisung rutted up into Minho, messily moving his mouth and whimpering, desperate for more. The lube left on his cheeks and the precome pooling on his stomach felt horribly cool against his flushed skin. 

Minho’s hands finally descended where he wanted them, he spread his legs further. 

Minho smiled. “Jisung–”

Jisung cut off more teasing with his mouth, clutching Minho’s neck. One finger trailed over his taint, causing him to break away from the kiss to whine. Minho kept going, kissing along his jaw as he circled his rim. 

“Oh Jisungie,” Minho cooed. “What’s this? Did you open yourself up for me?”

Jisung pulled on Minho’s face, too dizzy to coordinate his limbs properly. He ended up humming and mumbling into Miho’s perfect cheekbones. “Yeah, wanted to be ready for you hyung. Please, I–” 

He broke off into a groan, pleasure tempered by a slight sting of pain as Minho pushed inside. There was still a little lube not yet dried down and he was still stretched so the intrusion didn’t burn past the initial press. Minho kissed the frown from his face, he knew how much Jisung liked to feel it a little. They both did. 

“Three fingers hyung,” Jisung said into Minho’s mouth. A moan echoed back to him. 

“Fucking hell baby, you’re going to kill me.” Minho trailed kisses across his cheeks. “Where do you keep your lube?”

“Mmm.” It took Jisung a moment to think. Too distracted by the way Minho tugged on his rim as he pulled his finger out. “Second drawer.” 

Minho stretched to reach into the end table, cursing softly when he saw the mess of the deep drawer. Movie ticket stubs, notebooks, guitar picks and random cables mixing with other junk to hide the lube. Jisung realised that, with the exception of one hasty blow job last game night, they’d only had sex at Minho’s apartment. Which made sense considering he didn’t have roommates. 

“You went through all this trouble and then hid your fucking lube? Are you trying to drive me insane?” Minho said, tone sharp with irritation. 

“Well you could always–”

“Jisung I am not fucking you dry right now. I’d split you open.” 

Thankfully Minho was too distracted fighting the phone charger of his old phone to realise how his words made his dick jerk. 

“What the fuck Jisung, why is there a half eaten protein bar in here?” Minho turned back, brandishing the offending item. 

“I was saving it for later?”

Minho rolled his eyes and dropped the bar onto the top of the night stand. “I’m making you clean this junk out later.” 

Jisung rolled to press his mouth to Minho’s hip. “Okay, hyung. I might have left the lube in the bathroom– No! Don’t crumple that, it’s not rubbish.” Jisung attempted to grab the paper from Minho’s hand. 

“Jisung, it’s literally a receipt from CU,” Minho said, cocking an eyebrow. 

Finally, Jisung was successful in wrestling the receipt from Minho’s fingers without ripping the delicate paper. He placed it carefully on the top and dug his hand through the drawer until he found the lube. 

“Here hyung.”

Minho’s curious expression didn’t change as he took the lube. “Okay.”

Jisung flopped back on to his back, bending his knees to welcome Minho back between his thighs. Minho wasted no time, squeezing lube directly onto his huge cock. Jisung bit his lip to stifle his fond giggles at the way Minho jumped and shuddered at the chill of the cool liquid. 

“Shut it,” Minho snapped. 

“I didn’t say anything.” Jisung’s indignant reply lost steam as he watched Minho squeeze the bright red head of his cock. It looked angry. Jisung licked his lips. 

Minho laughed. “You’re a menace.”

Jisung squeezed Minho’s thick waist, smiling into his face as Minho leaned over him. “And yet, you love me.” 

Saying it out loud was like speaking sunshine. The words and the feeling burned from his chest, up his throat and onto his lips. Minho’s answering grin was equally as bright. 

“Is it you I love, or your hole?” Minho asked. 

“Nope, you’re not tricking me into philosophical debates like that. My hole doesn’t exist without me, therefore you love me. Case closed–” 

He snapped his jaw shut with a click as Minho began to push inside. This time it did burn a little, the stretch just a bit too much. He moaned into Minho’s ear, shuddering when Minho bottomed out. 

“For the record,” Minho whispered into his ear, “I love you. ” Minho pecked Jisung’s cheek to seal his words. 

Jisung giggled. He wound his arms around Minho’s neck and sighed happily into a kiss. Minho grinned as he whispered the words back to him. They kissed again, slow and sweet. 

“Hyung, will you fuck me now?” Jisung asked with a wiggle. 

Minho hummed into his cheek, grabbing his hands and pushing them back into the bed. Jisung’s stomach swooped, he gulped as he stared into Minho’s eyes. Still warm with affection, but sharper again. Hungry. 

“I’ll fuck you now pretty boy, as long as you keep your hands right here. You going to be good for me?” Minho’s voice was smoky and sweet. 

Jisung nodded slowly, tangling his fingers in the sheets above his head. “Yes hyung. I’ll be good.”

The words burned, hot and intoxicating like a shot of liquor. Something sweet too, like the flavoured soju Minho always teased him for drinking. 

Minho bit down hard on one of his nipples suddenly, the shock of pain tingling down his spine. He rocked away and then pushed up into Minho, his body unsure what to do with the pain and craving the fullness of Minho's cock inside of him. 

Minho kissed the sore spot tenderly. “Good boy.” 

Jisung moaned, digging his heels into the bed to try and push up into Minho. The praise left him tingly all over so it took him a moment to realise what he had done to earn it. 

Minho kissed the bulge of his biceps where they still lay above his head. Unconsciously he clenched down on Minho, both of them cursing at the additional pressure. 

Minho grabbed Jisung’s legs and pressed them back until the muscles burned. He took the time to kiss along the stocking’s edge and run his tongue over the back suspender strap. 

“Do you like dressing up pretty for hyung?” Minho asked, nosing along his other leg. 

Jisung choked, arms straining and hands twitching in their need to touch Minho. Impatient, Minho bit at the meat of his calf, leaving a wet ring of material behind when he pulled away. 

“Ah! Yes hyung. I like it. I like to dress up for you.” 

“Oh, so sweet for me.” It was insane that Minho managed to coo and tease him while still buried inside him. Jisung could hardly think straight. “And you do look so pretty. All the time baby, you're the prettiest. But you look so good like this. So slutty, waiting for me to come ruin you huh?” 

Jisung cock twitched uncontrollably, leaking yet more precome. He was so desperate he felt on the verge of tears. He had to dig his fingernails into his own skin to keep still. Minho was purposefully making it worse, tracing the lettering down his side so lightly it tickled. 

“Y-yeah,” he mumbled through a broken whine. 

Minho gave one small roll forward, nothing more than a grind to remind Jisung he was there. Filling him up. As if he could forget. 

“You're doing so well baby, I’m so proud.” Minho let Jisung’s legs fall gently to the side once more, the shift in position pulling a groan from them both. “Its just like I said, you were made to please. Your pretty muscles look so good. Useless aren't they? Couldn't fight me off if you tried.” 

Jisung gasped, his mind was being wrapped in cotton candy. The sweetness of Minho's words lulled him into a haze. Minho could hold him down, like he did before. Press his weight into him so he couldn't even squirm, could barely breathe. He mewled thinking of it, the sound pitching up as Minho whispered in his ear. 

“Yeah, I knew you'd like that. I remember baby, how you like to be chased and pushed around.” Minho pressed his weight into Jisung, flattening him to the mattress while his cock rubbed his insides. Jisung was dizzy. Frustrated tears leaked from his eyes, he wanted to touch and hold Minho so bad it ached. He needed something to hold on to, to ground him. “You want that don't you?”

The tears flowed as Jisung nodded, staring desperately at Minho. He ached from the stretch of Minho inside him. Minho's weight made breathing difficult, he attempted to wriggle to give himself room but he was flattened completely by Minho. His cock rubbed across Minho's soft skin in his attempts and he saw stars. 

“Yes! Yes hyung. Please– Yes.” 

Minho bit at his lip and ground into him again. He leaned back enough to prevent Jisung being able to find friction for some relief. To make sure of it Minho pressed his hands hard into his waist, right over the garter belt. 

“But you'd be no fun to chase Jisungie. You’d trip over your clumsy little legs.” Minho pinched one to illustrate his point. Jisung jumped at the zip of pain, crumpling down into a mewl when it caused Minho's cock to move inside of him. “Look at you, you wouldn't even put up a fight. Do you remember how you crawled towards me that first night? I didn't even ask.” 

Jisung scrunched his eyes closed. It was too much. Too much to remember how shameless he'd been. Minho had so many more examples of it now too. The last month was filled with all the ways Jisung had given in to Minho's desires, sometimes before Minho ever mentioned them aloud. Tears steadily rolled down his face, and drool leaked from his open mouth. Low whines kept falling out of him, desperate and needy. 

Minho's firm touch on his chin brought him back to the moment. He fluttered his eyes open as Minho manoeuvred his face so he was looking at him again. 

Minho pressed his forehead into Jisung's. “I’ll never forget it baby. I couldn't believe it.” Minho pecked Jisung's lips. “Now here you are doing what you're told, crying on my cock and I'm not even moving. You're perfect.” 

“Minho. Hyung. Please, I–” 

“Shhhh. It's okay baby. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Jisung gazed up at Minho dumbly, nodding along. Too gone to articulate or understand anything he was feeling besides raw desire. He slipped back into the haze of his mind, waiting for Minho to give him what he needed. His focus solely on the heat and throb of Minho inside him. 

Small hands grabbed his hips, yanking him further down the bed. He screeched, pleasure and shock mixing together. He dragged the sheet under his hands with him, his arms twitched but stayed put. 

Minho whispered more praises at him, little ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ every time Jisung whimpered as he was moved. Jisung rested on Minho’s thighs, his legs pushed up onto Minho’s shoulders. His black stockings stood out starkly against Minho’s pale skin. 

Minho rolled his hips back and Jisung sobbed. After so long being filled it felt wrong to be empty, cold without Minho’s heat within him. Jisung pawed at the sheets under his hands, arms aching from holding them above his head. 

“Cute.” Minho said, playing with Jisung’s garter belt. “Looks like you’re making kitty biscuits.”

Jisung had a moment to tremble and mewl at Minho calling him a kitty before Minho grabbed the garter belt and pulled Jisung into his thrust. Jisung wailed. 

Minho’s laugh was lost under the sounds of Jisung’s cries. Minho set a fast rhythm, pushing deep using his grip on Jisung’s hips to force him to meet his thrusts. Jisung alternated between high-pitched keens and deep moans, his body confused by the sudden onslaught of pleasure and tension of trying to hold his arms still. 

“Fuck,” Minho grunted. 

His voice was richly textured. A soft breathiness to it, with a pleasure deepened roughness underneath. Jisung was addicted. He longed to grab Minho, sink his fingers in his hair to pull him for a kiss. 

Jisung arched his back in an attempt to get closer, the change in angle making him see stars. He collapsed back to the bed shuddering. 

Minho tutted. “Ah, be good for hyung. Hold just like that, so pretty all laid out for me.”

“Hnng- H-hyung. Kiss, please.” Jisung said, his words broken by his breathlessness. 

 “Okay baby.” Minho paused his thrusting for a moment. 

Instead Minho ground into Jisung’s sweet spot with ruthless accuracy. Jisung babbled, drool sliding out of his mouth and his fingers aching from gripping the sheets so hard. Minho kissed him, licking some of his spit up and pushing it back into his mouth. Jisung tried to curve towards Minho, his elbows knocking together in the attempt. But Minho used one hand to keep his jaw in place where he wanted it. The way Minho flicked his tongue inside his mouth was sinful, demanding. He did his best to hold on and when Minho pulled away he sucked on his tongue to try and keep him close. 

Minho allowed it for a moment before pushing away. Their mouths made a wet sound as they parted. “Come on, arch for hyung. Let me see you properly.”

Minho settled back, using his own hands to pull Jisung’s body where he wanted. Jisung’s shoulders were left pressing into the bed, his arms and hands stretched above him. 

“Gorgeous.” Minho curled over where Jisung’s torso arched for him, kissing along his skin. 

Jisung trembled at each gentle peck, his stomach tightening as he waited for the bite of teeth. Instead, Minho moved one hand to pump Jisung’s aching cock. Jisung swore, hips rolling to try and seek more. 

“Baby,” Minho’s tone dripped in derision. Jisung looked at him, chewing his lip and softly grinding down onto him. “Your cute cock is drooling all over you. You're making such a mess, see?”

Jisung couldn’t see, his eyes had rolled back into his head. Minho’s gentle mockery was too much, even as his fingers pressed down hard into Jisung’s stomach he couldn’t make himself look. 

Minho tapped the side of his face twice. “I said look baby.” 

Minho’s tone was firmer, more demanding. Jisung turned to look. Between Minho’s spread fingers there were silvery strands of Jisung’s own precome. He watched helplessly as Minho drew his fingers through the pool on his stomach again, and brought them to his lips. Jisung sucked them into his mouth, letting Minho’s fingers muffle his moan. Minho’s eyes bore into him as he hollowed his cheeks, grateful for the weight on his tongue. 

“Fuck,” Minho said through a moan. He ripped his fingers away and Jisung whined at the loss. 

“Hyung, please– ah!” 

Minho gripped his hips again and pounded forward, curling over Jisung so his legs pressed towards his chest. For one, brief, moment Jisung released the sheets and went to grab his own thighs. Minho’s growl reminded him of his order and he twisted his fists back into the bed. 

“S-sorry hyung. Sorry.” Jisung hiccuped through his apology, mindlessly babbling apologies and pleas. 

Minho ignored them all, rolling his hips into him with more force. Jisung moaned. His body aching from the strain of the position, but it only sharpened the pleasure. Minho rubbed across his prostate constantly, drawing a never ending string of whines out of him. He was so close all he could do was gaze up at Minho’s powerful body doing all the work, the sweat that rolled down his temples that Jisung wanted to taste. Minho was beautiful and perfect and his . 

He teetered on the edge of his orgasm, gasping and clawing at the sheets above his head. His mouth hung open, his tongue lolling out. He heaved to try and fill his lungs with air but there was no room. He was too full of Minho. Of love. Too bent out of shape to breathe properly. Instead he watched Minho with hazy eyes, lovestruck and pleasure drunk. The tension of his pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside of him, but his body went lax. Melted into Minho. 

“Perfect,” Minho said. 

Jisung’s stomach fizzed from the molten look on Minho’s face though. He smiled dopily back. Minho kissed his leg as his fingers inched across his stomach. Anticipation was a razor across his spine, sure that Minho was going to touch his cock and bring the world crashing down on him. Instead small fingers slipped under his garter belt. Jisung whined in confusion, but forgot about it the moment Minho stopped thrusting to grind into his prostate again. 

“Ah, ah ah.” Jisung gasped, his lungs filling until they felt ready to pop. 

Minho smiled, his face red with exertion. Jisung could tell he was close, the veins in his neck standing out from the strain. He was going to get them there together, Jisung knew. As if reading the last fragments of his mind, Minho began to thrust again. At the same time he yanked the black material across Jisung’s waist, pulling it up and letting it snap back down directly over Jisung’s cock. 

Jisung screamed. 

The initial shock of pain was immediately drowned in the pleasure of friction against his cock. The material was too rough and pressed his dick to his skin too tightly. It ached in the best way. All it took was a few more thrusts for Minho to come moaning his name. The way his cock pulsed inside of him, the heat as he spilled deep into his body, was enough to drive Jisung over the edge. He sobbed Minho’s name as he twitched and shuddered through his orgasm, his come spilling and pooling onto his own stomach and the fabric of the garter belt. 

-`🖤´-

“–baby? Jisung?” 

It took Jisung a few moments to realise Minho was speaking, and another few to notice it was to him. 

Minho rubbed his hands up and down his arms softly. “Jisung, let go now. Come on baby, give me your hands.”

Small hands pried his fingers from the sheets. Entwining their hands, Minho moved to bring them down to Jisung’s side. Jisung blinked several times, trying to clear the post-orgasm fog. His legs had been rearranged to lie more comfortably on the bed again, but Minho was still inside him, soft but still warm and big enough to keep him filled. 

“You did so good baby, held it the whole time. You’re amazing,” Minho said. 

Jisung stared at him, he was using the cat voice. It was so sweet. Really sweet, no condescension wrapped in sugar designed to rot Jisung brain and make him addicted. Jisung sighed when Minho picked up one arm and began to rub both his palms up and down it.

It was nice, pleasure was still buzzing under his skin but he was becoming aware of the aches and burns over his overstretched muscles. Nothing felt better than Minho touching him, delicately and kindly. Minho moved on to the other arm and Jisung’s eyes slipped closed. 

“Baby, don’t fall asleep yet.” Minho nuzzled into his neck. That was nice too. 

Jisung curled one arm to press Minho’s face closer to his skin. “Unngh.”

Minho giggled. “You can nap after I’ve cleaned you up. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

Jisung blinked his eyes open and squinted at Minho. “No.”

“Why not?” Minho sounded amused. 

“Too much,” Jisung whined. “Good.”

“Sore?” Minho asked as he tucked hair behind Jisung’s ear. 

“A bit,” Jisung said. His mind was starting to clear, feeling rooted again in his body as Minho touched him gently. He wiggled to try and find a better position for his back and legs. “Ah!”

There were too many sensations at once. The rough fabric of his garter belt rubbed over his sensitive and spent cock. Minho’s dick began to half slip out of him, and his back twinged. 

“Woah,” Minho stalled further movements with his hands. “Just let me–”

“Belt, please.” Jisung tried to reach to move the belt away but his arms were lead, too heavy to coordinate properly. 

“I’ve got it, it’s ok,” Minho soothed.

Jisung flopped his arms back to the bed and gasped as Minho pulled the offending fabric off his dick, settling it back on Jisung’s stomach gently. The fabric squished unpleasantly, dripping in come.

“Alright,” Minho said.  

That was all the warning Minho gave before pulling out completely. Jisung mewled at the loss, and the strange feeling of come dripping out of him and cooling.

“Sorry baby.”

Minho didn’t sound that sorry. Especially when he thumbed one of Jisung’s cheeks to the side and stared. 

“Hyung,” Jisung said weakly. To wrung out to put up any real fight. 

Minho blinked rapidly before letting him go. “Sorry, you just look… Fuck, it’s so hot Jisung.”

Jisung shuddered, feeling it was enough. He still felt too floaty to even try to imagine what it looked like. Minho still looked vaguely distracted as he came up to kiss his face. Jisung pouted and whined until Minho kissed him on the mouth. 

“Still sleepy?” Minho asked, stroking through his hair. 

“Yeah. Feel… dunno. Good. Mushy.” Jisung wrinkled his nose as Minho laughed. 

“Mushy because of all the come or?”

Jisung whined. “Hyung, be nice.”

“Okay baby.” Minho whispered into his hair. “I’ll clean you up and you can sleep a little if you want.”

Jisung never fully slept, but he did drift in and out. Minho’s capable and gentle hands on him were distracting. Carefully Minho unclipped the stockings and rolled them down his legs, kissing his knees when he saw Jisung was still awake. Minho removed the garter belt too, careful to avoid touching Jisung’s cock. Jisung turned his face into his pillow and mumbled where Minho could find some wipes. He lay still, his body wrung out, as Minho removed the worst of the mess from him. 

“Shower?” Minho said into his shoulder. 

“Nnng, hug.”

“Okay.” 

Once Minho had him wrapped up in his arms he did fall asleep with Minho’s heartbeat thumping under his ear. Jisung wasn’t sure how long he napped for. The last thing he remembered was the first thing he felt again upon waking: Minho’s fingers trailing soothingly through his hair and over his lower back. 

“Hyung, I feel gross now.” Jisung’s words were half mumbled into Minho’s chest. There was a sticky mess between his thighs, Minho hadn’t been able to get everything with the wipes. 

Minho yawned. “Alright, stay here and I’ll turn the shower on.”

Jisung saluted but his arms still felt a little weak, so he ended up thumping Minho in the chest. He kissed the spot to say sorry. 

-`🖤´-

Minho had to coax Jisung out of bed once the shower was running, all but carrying him there as he grumbled. Even in the shower Minho propped his spent body up as he soaped him down. His cock valiantly twitched as Minho’s slippery hands ran over his body, playing with his nipples briefly. 

“Oh Jisungie, are you–”

“No way hyung, I need a proper nap first.”

He still made out with Minho in the shower though, there was no way he could resist those plump lips. Minho was such a gentleman he lent his own body into the cool tiles and let Jisung press into his warm chest. It was heavenly. 

While he toweled off afterwards Minho disappeared, and reappeared with soft sweats and a tee to change into. 

Jisung gratefully took them with a smile.“You’re the best hyung.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “That’s the boyfriend package for you, I even put your sheets in the laundry.”

Jisung fell into Minho’s chest dramatically, confident that Minho would catch him. “But where will I nap?”

“Ungrateful little dongsaeng. I’ve seen you sleep on hardwood floors.”

Jisung pouted, it was one time when there were no other options after a party. He’d woken up with an extra blanket over him and Minho’s jacket under his head. 

He kissed Minho on the lips. “Thank you.”

In the end he dragged Minho to the couch and half crushed him by trying to squeeze next to him. The couch was nowhere near big enough, so Minho simply huffed and half dragged Jisung on top of himself. Jisung went out like a light. 

-`🖤´-

When he woke up there was a small pool of wetness under his mouth. He snapped his jaw closed and hoped Minho wouldn’t notice he soaked his shirt. 

“So you drool in your sleep too?” Minho asked. 

Too much to ask for, obviously. Jisung weakly slapped at Minho’s chest, stretching his body like a cat in a sunbeam. There was a well-used soreness across his limbs and back, but it felt good. Tingly and pleasant in a way he’d come to expect of spending time with Minho. 

“What time is it?” 

Minho hummed, his hand sliding down to pat Jisung’s butt gently. “Just after midnight. I’m sorry baby, but I need to go home to the cats. I haven’t fed them, I thought I’d be back sooner than this.”

Jisung gasped, lifting himself to look down on Minho. “Lee Minho! They’re going to revolt, how could you do this to them?”

“I had another kitten that demanded my attention.”

Jisung immediately crumbled, pressing his head into the centre of Minho’s chest to try and deal with Minho calling him kitten. Again. 

“Hyung please,” Jisung said. 

Minho’s body rumbled underneath him as he laughed, but strong arms wrapped around him and held him firm. Jisung titled his head up again. “Can I come back with you, maybe stay the night?”

Minho gasped. “Staying the night already Jisung-ah? Scandalous. You’ll ruin my reputation.”

Jisung chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I’m doing it for you hyung. Someone needs to protect you from the divine retribution of three starving felines.”

“Ah, my saviour. I’ll throw you through the door first and let them gnaw on your leg until they calm down.”

“Nevermind, maybe I’ll join them and we can all team up to bring you down.”

“Well.” Minho said, carding his fingers through Jisung’s hair with a silly smile on his face. “You can certainly try.”

-`🖤´-

“Jisung, I'm going to remind you that you asked to come,” Minho said. 

Jisung whined again, dragging his feet along until he caught up to Minho. “I know! I’m just hungry.”

“Yah! You hurried us out of the door before I could even pick up the jajangmyeon I bought for us. There is a perfectly good meal going to waste on your bedroom floor.”

Jisung pouted, gripping Minho’s arm and tugging on it. “I didn’t know that, and I’m tired.”

Minho slipped his arm over Jisung’s shoulder and pulled him into his chest, letting Jisung lean some of his weight on him. Jisung smiled as Minho pressed a kiss to his temple and muttered ‘menace’. Minho had no idea. 

“We’re almost there. Come on, we’ll get something at CU.”

Jisung perked up immediately, turning towards the fluorescent glow of the convenience store. “Yes, lets get chapagetti. I’ll pay.” Jisung paused and turned to Minho as they entered the aisle. “Can we take it back to eat though? I want to be comfy.”

Minho ruffled his hair. “Of course, I could have just cooked you something though.”

Jisung pouted, straightening his hair again. It was already hopelessly wild after he didn’t apply any product after the shower. “No it’s too late for you to cook, you must be tired too.”

Minho gave him a devastatingly slow smile and squeezed his hand. Jisung smiled back and risked leaning forward to give Minho a quick kiss. 

Minho sauntered off and left him to his own devices. He picked up four packs of chapagetti, two cans of chilsung and a bag of choco stars. Glancing down the aisles he smiled. It was the same convenience store they’d gone to the night they first met. The condoms and lube they’d bought were long gone after the last four weeks. They’d come a long way since then, there was just the receipt on his bedside table as evidence of their origins.

Jisung approached the counter when he saw Minho waiting outside, at the last moment grabbing a tin of tuna when he couldn’t find any Churu on the shelves. He shoved everything he could into his hoodie pocket and left, jabbing the two packets of ramyeon that didn’t fit in his pocket in Minho’s back as he met him outside. 

“Can’t believe you just abandoned me in the store–” 

Minho shoved a chunk of warm sweet potato in his open mouth, effectively silencing him. He must have bought one and began to peel it outside while he waited. Jisung melted, from the warmth and nostalgic flavour of the potato, and from Minho. 

“You were saying?” Minho asked with his eyebrow cocked. 

Jisung swallowed, and kissed Minho’s cheek. “That you’re the best and I love you.”

Minho’s face flushed delightfully. The tips of his ears were a vibrant red, the rest of his face trying hard to match the shade. Jisung giggled, he broke off a piece of potato that had cooled and fed it to Minho. 

“You look insane by the way, why didn’t you get a bag?” Minho pointed at the bulging pocket of Jisung’s hoodie, slipping his hand inside and pulling out the cans. 

Jisung understood it was a distraction tactic and let it go. 

“Hyung, there is a plastic bag ban coming. We’re not going far.” 

Minho hummed, extracting the last few things inside the pocket and putting them in the pockets across his jacket and hoodie. Jisung was hopelessly enthralled watching Minho blow on the sweet potato. He mechanically opened his mouth and took a bite when Minho offered it to him. It probably shouldn’t make him horny to watch his boyfriend blow on a potato, but there has been a lot of self-discovery in the last two months. 

“Yeah, I’m not listening to you whine the rest of the way.” Minho took another small bite then pressed the rest to Jisung. “Finish that, then get on my back.”

“Huh?” Jisung made an enquiring noise, his cheeks bulging with the last of their shared snack. 

Minho still looked hungry as he gazed at him. Jisung stared blankly as Minho took the foil from his hands and threw it in the nearby bin. Minho swiped at his lips with his thumb, licking a stray smear of sweet potato from the pad.

“Fuck you look cute like that.” Minho said, turning around and squatting slightly. “Now, get on my back. Come on, there are three cats at home planning our demise.”

Jisung chuckled, his deep throaty laugh that Minho drew from him so often. He clambered onto Minho’s back, a little awkward as he still clutched a packet of noodles in each hand. His chest was filled with butterflies as Minho started walking. 

Jisung nuzzled into Minho’s neck, squeezing his arms and legs around him tightly. “Planning your demise hyung, I’m an innocent bystander.” 

“Hah! I’m taking you down with me baby. From now on wherever I go, you go.”

Jisung kissed Minho’s cheek, then let his tired arms flop boneless over Minho’s shoulders. The ramyeon packets dangling dangerously from his fingers. Minho squeezed his legs where he held them, turning to peck Jisung’s arm where it dangled limply. 

“Fine by me hyung,” Jisung said, content. 

-`🖤´-