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The hotel gym was quiet. Morning light filtered in through the high windows, catching on chrome bars and clean mirrored walls.
Jisung stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind him. The small room was empty other than one occupant.
The person in question was busy stretching by the free weights, their black tank top clinging to their back with sweat.
Jisung cleared his throat as he got closer, heading for the bench rack. “Good morning.”
The guy glanced over, nodding once. “Morning”
Jisung dropped his gym bag to the floor, pulling out a towel and a bottle of water. After a beat, he pulled out an extra bottle of water and offered it across the empty space next to him. “Want one?”
The guy held up his own half-empty bottle, “I’m good.”
Jisung set the bottle back in his bag, cracking open his own before taking a sip and leaning against the bench rack. He couldn’t help his eyes from raking over the stranger, arms, shoulders, the way his thighs bulged as he completed a quad stretch.
Jisung wracked his brain for an excuse to talk to him, some polite conversation to make. Eventually he landed on a simple option, asking the man where he was from.
“Korea” he responded bluntly, switching legs as he continued with his stretches.
“Oh really?” Jisung continued watching as the man collecting a set of 45lb dumbbells, settling himself onto a bench to start a set of dumbbell flyes. “I know a little Korean,” he continued after a moment. “Like… Saranghae… That’s ‘I love you’, right? And hello is annyeonghaseyo… Oh! And jjinja, that’s one, right?”
The guy didn’t break rhythm. “That’s right.”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get better. I watch dramas with subtitles.”
A soft exhale that might have been amusement came from other man. He grabbed a towel from the bench, wiped his forehead and went for the cables next.
“So hey, do you have Instagram? Maybe we could keep each other updated on cool stuff to do whilst we’re here?” Jisung watched intently as the man adjusted the weights.
There was a pause, then the man looked at him sidelong. “Yeah.”
“You mind if I add you?”
Another pause. “T.leeknowsaurus”
Jisung blinked. “That’s… Unique.” But he typed it in anyway, thumbs quick on his screen. The page loaded, and immediately he let his eyes go wide and eyebrows raise to his hairline.
“Holy shit”
Dotted between a seemingly never-ending series of black squares were some of the most stunning photos Jisung had ever seen.
The man next to him was gorgeous, but his sweaty, focused demeanour was a million miles away from what was on his screen now.
Polished perfection perched on a green velvet seat in a beautifully tailored suit with a sheer turtle-neck shirt underneath. Scrolling further, a behind-the-scenes shot on a camera, a beautifully posed moment in a soft, monochrome, almost powder blue outfit.
Then further still, photos in cars, at fashion events, carefully crafted candid shots in busy streets.
And if that weren’t enough- “7.7 million followers? Damn. I should have guessed you were a model or something. No normal person is that hot.”
The man’s expression didn’t shift much, but something in the set of his jaw changed.
“You think I’m hot?”
“Well… Duh. Look at you,” Jisung gestured aimlessly in his direction.
“Well in that case… I think I’m done with the gym. Fancy continuing our exercise upstairs in my room?”
Upstairs, the hallway carpet was ridiculously thick and plush, every single footstep seeming to sink. The man tapped his keycard, and stepped inside without looking back.
Jisung followed.
Before he even had time to take in the opulence of the room, hands were on him, sliding under his t-shirt, mouth hot against his jaw. He groaned and leaned in, pulling the other man close, almost grinding against him as they moved toward the bed.
His t-shirt hit the floor, then fingers worked at his waistband, lips trailing down his neck in the process.
By the time they reached the mattress, they were both stripped down to bare skin, flushed and breathing hard. Jisung let himself be laid back against the sheets, the stranger running his fingers across the tattoo at his side, sending shivers through his entire body.
“Hot,” the man whispered, kissing across the words etched on his chest before latching his mouth onto the nipple below it.
Jisung moaned as the man’s tongue flicked across it, coaxing the bud into a stiffed peak.
“Have you got-“
“Drawer,” the man mumbled against his skin, barely raising his mouth to respond.
Jisung’s hand crashed painfully against the nightstand in his haste to grab the lube, and he hissed at the stinging that rang through his knuckles.
When he finally managed to find the lube, he passed it across to the other man. He took it, but not before gently holding Jisung’s wrist in his hand and kissing across his sore knuckles.
“What?” He asked when Jisung cocked an annoyed glance at him, “you got hurt!”
“Ugh, come on, don’t worry about that. Just fuck me already,” Jisung whined, not caring if he sounded like a petulant child.
The man giggled, letting Jisung’s hand drop back to the mattress as he flicked open the cap on the lube. He coated his fingers liberally, tossing the bottle to one side before settling himself comfortably between Jisung’s legs.
He was quick to work him open, clearly taking Jisung’s words to heart.
Jisung huffed and gasped as he scissored his fingers, hips jerking towards the man’s fingers as he sought more friction, more pressure.
Then he demanded it.
“More- Fuck, I-I want more.”
The stranger shifted upwards, gripping Jisung’s hips hard enough to bruise as he lined himself up to sink into him.
With a slow push, he eased forward into Jisung’s heat.
“F-fuck,” Jisung breathed out, his nails raking down the man’s back before he could stop himself.
The rhythm built fast, smooth, hard thrusts, each one pulling a moan from Jisung’s lips, his back arching into it.
He couldn’t stop the sounds, whimpers, curses, bitten-off gasps every time the angle hit just right. He clung tighter, legs trembling, and the stranger fucked him through it with single-minded focus.
Then-
“F-fuck Hannie, you feel so fucking good-”
Everything stalled.
Jisung blinked up, panting, lips parted.
A groan pushed out of his chest, “dammit Minho! Seriously‽ Why do you always end up breaking character?”
Minho froze, blinking at him rapidly. Then he grinned, wide and unrepentant, even as his hips rolled up into Jisung like he wasn’t sorry at all.
“Sorry Hannie,” he bit his lip, “but your ass makes me forget the entire damned script.”
“You’re such a-“ Jisung’s grumble melted into a moan as Minho hit the sensitive spot inside of him, again, and again, until his words slurred into sounds.
Minho’s mouth was on his neck again, lips dragging warm and open as he kept his steady, bruising rhythm, each thrust hitting just right, deep and smooth, cock dragging against that aching spot inside Jisung. He gripped Minho’s shoulders, nails digging into the muscle hard enough to leave red lines, desperate for leverage as he rocked back into every push.
Minho exhaled raggedly against his throat, licking up to his jaw. “God, jagi- so fucking tight-”
“Don’t-” Jisung groaned, even as his thighs clamped tighter around Minho’s waist. “Don’t call me jagi either, you’re ruining it more.”
“But you love it when I ruin it,” Minho laughed breathlessly, dragging Jisung further down the bed by his hips before driving back in, hard enough to make the headboard rattle.
Jisung let out a sharp cry, legs flying up, one hooked over Minho’s shoulder now. His whole body jolted with the new angle.
“Fuck- fuck- don’t stop,” he gasped, trying to stay annoyed, but it was already bleeding into want. “God, just- fuck me like that, Minho-”
“See? You’re saying my name now too,” Minho teased, voice a low growl as he slammed into him again, burying himself to the hilt.
“Ugh…” Jisung’s head dropped back, forehead pressed to the pillow as he bit out, “I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Minho said, smug and warm and breathless. “You love me. You love my cock. You love when I break the rules.”
Jisung didn’t argue. Couldn’t. Not when Minho adjusted his hold and started snapping his hips faster, fucking into him rough and deep. The slap-slick rhythm of it echoed with every thrust, every breath, until Jisung’s eyes fluttered shut and his mouth dropped open in a broken moan.
“Ah- fuck, gonna- shit- I’m gonna come-”
“Touch yourself,” Minho ordered, breath heavy, sweat dripping down his temple. “Wanna see you do it.”
Jisung’s hand fumbled down his own stomach, fingers wrapping around his cock without thinking, stroking in time with the relentless pounding from above. His moans turned wild, breath stuttering, thighs trembling around Minho’s body.
Minho watched him like he was starving, hips stuttering. “Fuck- you’re gorgeous- look at you, jagi- god, I’m not gonna last-”
Jisung’s back arched, toes curling hard against the sheets. His hand jerked faster, wrist flicking messily over the head of his cock as his body tensed.
“I’m- fuck, I’m coming-”
Minho buried himself deep just as Jisung cried out, back bowing as cum splattered across his stomach, thick ropes pulsing out over his own fingers and chest. His body convulsed, walls clenching down hard around Minho, and that was all it took.
“Shit-” Minho gasped, hips slamming forward one last time before he stilled, cock twitching deep inside Jisung as he came hard, groaning through gritted teeth. “Fucking hell-”
Their breaths tangled, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat. Minho collapsed forward, arms bracketing Jisung’s head as he buried his face in his neck, still trembling faintly with aftershocks.
They lay like that for a long moment, tangled, sticky, limbs heavy with exhaustion.
Then Jisung sighed.
A real, long-suffering sigh.
“Seriously. You broke character again.”
Minho laughed into his neck. “It was just your name-”
“You called me Hannie.”
“Fine. And jagi. And also you said my name too, which is breaking character on your end.”
Jisung narrowed his eyes. “Because you said it first!”
Minho pushed up onto his elbows, grinning down at him, hair damp and messy, eyes bright. “You’re right. Totally my fault.”
“You always do this.”
“I get caught up in the moment.”
Jisung rolled his eyes but didn’t move from under him. “We had a whole plan. Gym hookup strangers. Sexy mysterious tension. What part of that included moaning out my nickname like a desperate boyfriend?”
Minho smirked. “The desperate boyfriend part.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“I’ll do better next time,” Minho promised, pressing a lazy kiss to Jisung’s cheek. “Promise. Total stranger. Zero slips. Just intense eye contact and vague backstories.”
Jisung stared up at him. “You’re going to fold the second you’re inside me again.”
“Yup,” Minho said cheerfully, already kissing down his jaw again. “But it’ll be fun trying.”