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“Hyung, ah- I miss you so much already.” Jisung whines into his phone.
Minho chuckles on the other end. “I know. I miss you too, bug. But I’ll be back soon.”
Jisung squirms in his seat. “But, I’m so -fuck, pent up already. Please, hyung.”
“You’re begging already, Jisung? It’s only been two days. You can’t go two days without my cock, baby?” Minho teases.
“You know I can’t, hyung. How am I supposed to go three more days without it? Without you?” Jisung’s breathing is heavy, unfiltered.
“Jisung.” Minho’s voice turns stern. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
Jisung freezes, his hand gripping the base of his cock. “Hyung, can I? Please?”
“You’re not playing fair, Jisung. You know I love when you beg, but I don’t even get to see your face get all whiny.”
“Hyuung, my face doesn’t get whiny.” His face definitely gets whiny. He knows it does, he plays it up, uses it in his favor. And since Minho isn’t here to see it, he plays it up in his voice, raising his pitch and dragging out his vowels.
“Oh, it doesn’t? So, your eyebrows don’t pinch together? Your lips don’t get all pouty?” Minho questions.
“Hyung! I don’t do that!” Jisung definitely does that. He’s perfected it, made it his. Jisung’s World Renowned Pout. So well known he’s thinking of getting it trademarked.
“No? You also don’t make your voice a little higher either, hm? Draaag your words out a little?” Minho teases.
“Hyuung, pleease.” He loves how well Minho knows him. How he digs his nails under his skin just the way he likes, how he twists and turns and scratches perfectly. He knows exactly how to push Jisung to ask for what he wants, even if he doesn’t know what he’s asking for.
“Tell me what you want, Jisung.” Minho’s voice is demanding.
“I just… I wanna…” Jisung loves to hate asking. His cock leaks and throbs when Minho tells him what to do, but his brain gets so fuzzy that he doesn’t even know what he wants half the time. He doesn’t want to have to think about it, he just wants Minho to take care of him, to tell him what to do.
“How do I know what you want if you don’t tell me?” Jisung can hear the smirk on Minho’s face.
Jisung strokes himself again. “Wanna cum, hyung. Please, can I?”
“Well, go ahead. I didn’t say you can’t.” Minho laughs.
Jisung’s breathing picks up as he fists himself faster. “But I… it’s not enough. Need more.”
“You need hyung to tell you what to do?”
“Mm mhm.”
“Can you get your little dildo for me, baby?”
“It’s not little! It’s only small compared to your giant cock! And uh, well…”
“You’re already using it, aren’t you, Jisung?” Minho’s breathing is still steady. Jisung always wonders how he can hold himself together so well for so long while he’s already crying and begging for his cock.
Jisung hums and whines as he lifts himself up and drops himself back down on the dildo.
“And it’s still not enough? You still need hyung to help you?”
“Just want you, hyung. To tell me… tell me what to do.” Jisung stutters out.
“Such a needy thing, aren’t you, Jisung? My needy little whore.” Minho’s breathing finally shakes.
“Jus’ yours. Only your whore, hyung.”
“I know, baby. Only my pretty little whore. Can you ride the dildo faster for me? Like you do to my cock?”
“‘m tired, hyung. Legs hurt.”
“You’re tired already, baby? And I’m not there to help you?”
Jisung can hear faint sounds of skin slapping and squelching. “Hyung, are you… are you touching yourself, too?”
“You think I could listen to you whine and moan for my cock without touching myself? You’re doing such a good job, Sungie. Fuck faster for me, okay?”
Jisung’s thighs burn, but he doesn’t stop. Spurred on by the praise and wanting to be good for Minho, to make him cum, too.
“Hyung, ‘m gonna…”
“You gonna cum, baby? Me too. Keep going, okay? I wanna hear you.”
Jisung moans out Minho’s name as he spills into his fist, still riding the dildo as he fucks himself through it.
He hears Minho on the other end, panting and his breathing stuttering as he cums right after.
The phone line is quiet except for the sounds of their lingering breaths.
Minho’s voice finally cuts through the silence. “You okay, bug?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Are you okay, hyung?”
“I’m good, baby. Get cleaned up and go to bed, okay?”
Jisung doesn’t respond, only small sniffles coming through the line.
Minho’s voice is laced with worry. “Bug? You okay?”
“You know I miss you, right?” Jisung’s voice is small. He tries to keep it steady, but he can’t help the way his words tremble.
“I know you do.”
“And you miss me, too, right?” Jisung’s voice is even smaller now.
“Baby, you already know.”
“Just… I just wanna hear it, hyung.”
“I miss you too, bug. Me and my cock will be home soon and make you feel better, okay?”
“Okay, hyung. ‘m tired.” Jisung’s words are slurred, he’s half asleep and sticky with his soft cock still in his hand.
“I know, I gotta go too. Go to sleep and don’t forget to clean up. Love you, baby.”
Jisung can hear the way Minho’s voice sounds too sharp, too tight, as if he’s doing everything he can to not fall apart. It’s another way he takes care of Jisung. He’s the strong one when Jisung feels vulnerable and scared.
“Love you more, Minho-hyung.” Jisung waits for Minho to hang up first. It’s pathetic, he knows, the whole “you hang up, no you hang up”, but it’s as if his brain is wired to never hang up on Minho. And Minho knows, so he waits, and counts. 5-4-3-2-1 and…
“Goodnight, baby.” Minho hangs up.
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Jisung sits on the couch, naked. Vibrating plug in his ass and his cock hard and straining, resting on his tummy, precum leaking into his bellybutton.
His wrist is sore and throbbing from tugging on his poor, stubborn cock for so long without any relief. He took his time browsing and choosing the perfect porn to watch, but it’s no help.
He needs his hyung. His well hung hyung, telling him what to do, taking control.
He drops his head on the back of the couch, frustrated and angry.
“Fuck”, he groans out to no one, because he’s home alone, still.
He shakes his head, trying to focus, trying to cum, when something catches his eye.
He lifts his gaze, meeting the eyeline of the giant plushies they bought of each other.
He squints his eyes, realizing the expression on Leebit’s face is actually… familiar, comforting. And if he squints even harder, the white fabric almost looks like Minho’s new bleached blonde hair.
He questions himself, if he’s really considering this. But he’s feeling so desperate and pathetic with his little, pink cock still hard, resting against him.
“I mean, I’ve fucked crazier things than this.” He shrugs, reaching for the plushie.
He inhales the Leebit, filling his nose with the scent. It even smells like Minho.
He climbs on top of it, gripping where its hips would be, gliding his cock against the soft material.
He works his hands down, pulling at the plush and fabric, wrapping himself inside.
He pushes his cock in under the folds, dragging it out, slow and soft. “Oh, fuck. That feels…”
He fucks into it faster, his cock dragging in and out perfectly, but it’s still not enough. It’s not right. He’s still missing something.
It’s not new for Jisung to top, but even when he does, Minho still takes care of him, guides his body to where he wants him. Minho pushes himself back on Jisung’s cock when he’s on all fours, rides him while he straddles his lap.
He still takes control. Telling him what to do, calling him his pretty, little whore, with his pretty, little, useless cock.
But right now, Minho’s not here to do that for Jisung. And his cock is strained and flushed, and his eyes are red-rimmed and filled with tears from frustration.
He tries to imagine all the things Minho would say to him as he fucks deeper into the plushie.
“You like when I fuck that pretty little cunt of yours?”
Jisung freezes.
He loves the way Minho talks to him, but he, himself has never said anything like this before. He can’t deny the throbbing in his cock when he said the words, but they still felt awkward and uncomfortable rolling off his tongue.
He pauses, taking a breath. “Okay, outta my head. I gotta get outta my head. Why am I even talking like Minho? I’m not the Leebit, I’m Jisung. Jisung. Pouty, little pillow princess Jisung.”
His shoulders fall, body relaxing as he rolls his hips again. “Fuck, Minho.”
He builds up his rhythm again, picking up the pace. “Please, hyung. Need more.”
“More what, Jisung? Good boys use their words.” Minho would say.
Jisung rolls his hips again, “I’m good, hyung. Promise. The remote, need the remote, please hyung.” He reaches for the remote for the plug, increasing the speed. “Oh, fuck. Just like that, Minho, please.”
Jisung snaps his hips again, faster and uncoordinated. He can feel the coil tightening his belly, but the tears are pricking at his lashline again. So close, but he still needs more.
He’s distracted, frustrated. Grunting and groaning as he tries to drag his cock along the folds of the Leebit.
He curses under his breath, choking out moans as he tries to fuck the plushie the way he fucks Minho. Tears roll down his flushed cheeks, drool smearing across his chin and down his throat as he rolls his hips in frustration.
“Fuck, Minho. I’m so close. Just… just need…” Jisung reaches for his phone. “Please don’t be sleeping. Or working. I don’t fucking know what time it is there, just answer. Please, Minho, just need…” he presses the call button, listening to the rings as it calls.
He sees a shadow from the corner of his eye walking towards him, “Just need what, baby?” Minho walks forward, his voice airy and light, casual.
Jisung jolts from the Leebit, catching himself on the edge of the couch., the plug hitting the floor. “Hyung! What the fuck? How did you… When did you get here?” He tries to ask, his breathing stuttered and punched out.
“Well, my last meeting was cancelled, and I could’ve sworn you said something about missing my cock,” he grips himself over his sweats, “so I came home.” Minho picks up the Leebit. “But should I be jealous, Jisung?”
Jisung sinks into the couch, his hands covering his face. “Hyung, stop! I was only doing that because I missed you. ‘T’s your fault.”
Minho reaches for his hands, pulling them away from his face. “You missed me or my cock?”
Jisung sinks lower, his eyebrows pinching and eyes sparkling in the dim lighting of the tv. “Both. I just… I needed you and you weren’t here.” Jisung reaches for the bulge in Minho’s pants, “But you’re here now, hyungie. You can fuck me, you can take care of me now.”
Minho reaches for Jisung’s hands, gently pulling them away.
Jisung looks up at him, confused and eyes watering.
Minho sits himself down in the chair next to Jisung. “Finish what you started, Jisung-ah.”
“But hyung, I need you.” Jisung naturally pouts, this time not even trying to play it up.
Minho leans in towards Jisung, cupping his chin with his palm, “I’m right here, baby. Show me how you wanna fuck me.” Then he sinks back down into his seat.
Jisung reaches for the Leebit, sitting back on his heels, “But hyung, it’s embarrassing.”
Minho palms himself again over his sweats, “You’re gonna be good for me, right, baby?”
And Jisung wants to be good, needs to be good for Minho. So he climbs back on top of the Leebit, pushing the plug back inside of him, pulls at the folds and wraps himself in the fabric again.
Minho smirks, quirking an eyebrow at him, “I’m waiting, Jisung.” Minho presses the button on the remote, clicking the vibration on the plug to full speed.
Jisung’s hole clenches as moans spill from his mouth. He doesn’t even know when Minho picked up the remote.
He thrusts his hips forward, his cock dragging along the Leebit, “Ah–fuck, Minho.”
Jisung’s ears are filled with his own moans and whimpers but he hears Minho’s voice cut through the sounds.
“Leebit.”
Jisung’s eyes dart to Minho. “Huh?”
“Not Minho, Leebit. Say it.”
Jisung’s head is swimming in confusion but his cock is drowning in need, so he doesn’t question him. “Ah–fuck, Leebit.”
He glances over at Minho, searching for his approval. His hazy eyes land on Minho’s face, his eyes glossy and half-lidded, bottom lip being bitten raw. His gaze trails down to see Minho’s cock, hard and slick with precum being pulled by his fist.
Jisung leans into what Minho wants, thrusting deeper into the plushie, “Fuck, Leebit, you feel so good for me.”
Jisung hears a small moan from Minho, watching his fist work faster.
The sound spurs him on as he rolls his hips faster, deeper, “Please, Leebit, just a little more, please.”
Minho’s voice is breathless, ragged, “Begging for Leebit’s pretty little cunt already, baby?”
Fuck, there it is, what Jisung needed. Minho, he always needed Minho. He squeezes his eyes closed, “Yes, need it, Leebit, please.”
Just as Jisung starts to feel that familiar warmth in his gut, he feels Minho’s fingers trace along the plug in his hole, pulling it out gently.
Minho presses his cock into Jisung in one, long thrust. “Keep fucking Leebit while I fuck you. Don’t stop.”
And Jisung doesn’t. Every forward thrust fucking into Leebit’s folds and every thrust backwards fucking onto Minho’s cock. The sensation overwhelming and perfect as tears trail down his cheeks again, finally not out of frustration, but out of pure pleasure.
“Hyung, ‘m gonna cum. Leebit, please.” Jisung runs his tongue along his lip, the taste of salt lingering on the muscle.
Minho mouths along the shell of Jisung’s ear. “Cum inside, baby. Cum in him.”
Jisung shivers at his words. In him. Then, he’s spilling into the fabric and plush, his body writhing as Minho keeps fucking into him, and filling him up soon after.
He feels Minho pull out, stretching his hole open as he watches his cum slide down his thighs, dripping onto Leebit.
Jisung collapses on the couch trying to catch his breath. “So, was that my first threesome?”
Minho cleans Jisung up, then tosses the wipes in the trash. He doesn’t even know when Minho got wipes.
Minho nestles into the couch behind Jisung, “Hm, I don’t know. Do you wanna count that?”
Jisung pulls at Minho’s hand, wrapping his arm around his waist. “Yeah, unless you wanna have a real threesome?”
“Hmm, let me think.” Minho pauses, “No.”
Jisung scoots himself back into Minho, “Good. I don’t want anyone else.”
“Me neither, bug. Missed you.” Minho presses soft kisses along Jisung’s earlobe.
“Missed you too, hyung. Please don’t leave me again, I don’t know what I’ll end up fucking next time.” Jisung says between yawns, his eyes already closing.
“I don’t know, I was kinda into that. Maybe I should leave more often.”
Jisung pinches at his arm as he falls asleep, listening to Minho giggle. Fuck, he missed that sound.