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"Hyung, I thought you didn't like sweets?"
Jisung stares wide-eyed at the elaborate heart-shaped birthday cake on their kitchen table. He sets his things down carefully, having just returned home from doing work at the company, craning his neck to get a better look at it. "Does that say 'Birthday Boy'?"
It's Minho's birthday and he intends to eat whatever he feels like, whether he normally "likes" it much or not. But Jisung knows him well, and he certainly isn't wrong. Minho definitely wouldn't buy himself a whole birthday cake, especially not one of this size.
"Bazaar sent it." Minho smiles, gesturing for Jisung to join him. It's a special day, and Minho had been waiting so patiently for Jisung to finish his work. They both knew there was no way for him to get out of it, despite their disappointments, but at least they were able to carve out some time in the evening reserved just for them.
Minho pats his thigh, spreading his legs slightly and making it easy for Jisung to slip between them. He bypasses the open chairs entirely, taking his rightful seat on Minho's lap and leaning in for a sweet kiss. "Happy Birthday, Hyung."
"Thanks, jagiya." Minho feels warm. Most people wish for things on their birthday. More of this and that. Better years to come. Minho doesn't wish for any of that.
Minho doesn't wish for anything.
"Let's light the candle," Jisung coos, pressing his nose to Minho's cheek and nuzzling. "Want me to sing to you?"
Minho already has everything he could ever need.
"Mm yeah. Sing it well, Jisungie."
Minho couldn't imagine anything more than this.
"Don't I always? Comeon."
Jisung clears his throat as Minho leans back to grab the lighter off the kitchen counter and lights the single birthday candle stuck in the center of the cake.
"Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you."
Minho can't hold back his giggles. Jisung's voice is so beautiful, as always. It's not that. It's the way his heart flutters any time they're like this. Alone in the place that's theirs, loving each other in their own unique ways. In the sweet, dumb, little ways such as this.
"Happy Birthday—hehe—dear—hyung stop it—"
Jisung bursts into his own giggles, the two of them in sync, feeding off each other's joy. "Stop it! I can't get through it if you're laughing like that!"
It doesn't matter. It's everything Minho wanted. More than that, really. He squeezes Jisung around his middle, pulling him tightly against his chest. "I got the gist. Let's eat cake."
Jisung huffs, quickly singing the rest of the song in one single breath just to feel like it's complete.
"Bravo." Minho deadpans, blowing out his candle casually and carefully shoving Jisung off his lap.
"That was so unenthusiastic, wow." Jisung whines. He crosses his arms and takes a few steps back, pouting while he waits for Minho to fetch utensils. "Aren't you gonna tell me how much you liked it?"
"Loved it so much, Jisungie. Love when you sing Happy Birthday to me. Please do it every birthday from now on," Minho says robotically, like he's pressed play on a recording. It's insincere and teasing, and as much as it's fucking stupid, it makes Jisung smile.
"Are you actually eating cake though?"
Minho hums, contemplating. He's not really all that interested in it, truthfully. When he does eat sweets he prefers it to be something specific that he chooses, not just whatever is available. This cake does look good. Expensive, high quality, and it certainly was a nice gesture. But there's definitely no way he could eat it all by himself, even with Jisung's help.
"You said it yourself. I don't really like sweets all that much." Minho shrugs. "But you do. So, have some."
Jisung's eyes light up. He does like sweets. Quite a lot, actually. It's funny to consider that he thought Minho might not let him have any. It's that sort of naivety that makes him so fun to mess with. Minho loves to see that innocent glimmer in his eyes dull in realization. How the desperation overtakes him. Colors every word and every expression.
Maybe there is one thing Minho wishes for on his birthday.
The confusion on Jisung's face is obvious when Minho turns right back around and approaches the table, nothing in hand. He can practically see the gears turning in his cute little head. How is he going to serve him cake without utensils?
Minho grins at him devilishly. Silently. They just stare at each other for a beat, almost like Jisung is waiting for Minho to explain himself. But he should really know better than to expect that by now. Minho isn't really one for words as much as he is actions.
"Want a taste?" Minho points at the cake, and if Jisung was confused before he's visibly even more confused now.
"Uh, yes? Please?"
Minho nods, wasting no time tugging his sweatpants below his hips and pulling out his half hard cock.
"Wait, wha—" He doesn't sound upset. Baffled, more than anything. Which is completely understandable, to be fair, when someone just offered you a slice of birthday cake and when you take them up on it they just pull their cock out instead.
Makes total sense.
But making sense is boring.
"On your knees, then." Minho instructs him calmly as he starts pumping himself. He's leaking all over his palm and it eases the slide. Wow, he already feels so fucking good.
He moans quietly at how quickly Jisung drops to his knees, obedient as ever. Jisung's eyes are round and shocked as he kneels patiently on the ground, watching as Minho works himself up, gaze locked on his hand and how it slides steadily over his cock.
"Come over here," Minho says, dragging a finger through the furls of white icing.
Jisung starts to stand up but quickly stops when Minho tuts at him, sharp eyes pinning him in place.
"No. Crawl."
He does. Jisung crawls on all fours until he's no more than a couple inches from Minho, sitting back on his heels and looking up at him with those round, pleading eyes.
"That's a good boy. Sit there and look pretty for me, okay?"
Jisung nods, not daring to speak out of turn. He knows just what Minho wants from him. Discipline. Even when he chooses to be a brat, he always obeys in the end.
Minho swipes the icing gathered on his finger over his tip, smearing it around and grinning when he hears Jisung gasp softly. "Mmm, looks good, doesn't it, Jisungie?"
Jisung nods excitedly, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. He seems restless, which is expected. This is perhaps the collab of the century for Jisung. Cake icing and Minho's dick? Surely he couldn't imagine anything better.
Stepping forward, Minho brings his cock to Jisung's lips and watches him carefully. He holds it just out of reach, enough so that Jisung can surely smell the sugary, vanilla icing. His eyes flick up, like he's asking Minho for permission. When he nods, Jisung quickly laps at his tip, swirling it around to lick up all the icing and groans.
"Tell me how it is, baby."
"So good," Jisung sighs, diving back in to wrap his lips around Minho's tip and suckle. At this point there's no icing left, but it clearly doesn't matter. Jisung loves sucking Minho off. Can never get enough of it. He'd go for hours if left to his own will. Minho wouldn't exactly mind spending an evening that way either.
Not now, though.
Minho promised him cake.
Jisung whines when Minho pulls him off by his hair. His lips are shiny and wet, puckered as he pouts up at Minho for making him stop.
"Don't look at me look that," Minho warns. He maneuvers so that he's facing the table, dragging the cake as close to the edge as he can manage. "Hyung is giving you what you want. Don't be ungrateful."
Nothing Jisung could do would ever truly come off that way. If anything, he's enthusiastic about how much he appreciates Minho. So much so that he can't seem to hold himself back on many occasions, squirming and squeezing his thighs together as he is now. Always so eager.
Minho appreciates the dedication that he puts into appearing put together, though, even if he's terrible at it. He schools his expression, pressing his lips together tightly. His cheeks are flushed bright red and the bulge in his sweats is absolutely impossible to ignore. Minho loves to see him so worked up for him. So fucking close to falling apart but still obeying because he knows he'll pay if he doesn't.
Rubbing his tip along the side of a birthday cake is certainly a brand new experience for Minho. It's not bad, exactly. Just different. The buttercream is thick and sticky, mixing with his precum as it leaks from his slit. God, he just knows Jisung is going to eat it the fuck up. He loves the way Minho tastes normally, so this must be a fucking treat for him.
When he turns back to face him, Jisung has a palm between his legs, pressing down, sucking in a shaky breath when he spots the frosting on Minho's cock. There's much more than there was before, smeared messily along his tip and shaft as he strokes himself. This time when he approaches, he grips Jisung's chin with one hand, prying his lips open with his thumb. "You'll take it so well, right?"
Jisung nods. He'll take it well, Minho knows he will. But he loves to see how giddy he looks about it. How he jumps at the opportunity and does his very best at it. Proves himself in hopes he'll get everything he needs and more. In hopes that Minho will reward him for it.
And he usually does, but only when he feels like it. Today he's feeling particularly giving, with it being his birthday and all. So, he'll choose to give back to the person he loves most in exactly the way he knows he wants it.
"Open for me," Minho mumbles. Jisung does, his jaw dropping on command, and Minho smirks. "Good boy. You want it?"
Jisung whines. He's getting impatient. Minho is dragging this out on purpose, but he's not exactly feeling very patient at the moment either. He just can't help himself but to tease Jisung a little. Make him work for it, even though he's going to indulge him anyways. It just makes it that much better.
Jisung nods eagerly, sticking his tongue out and looking so goddamn needy. Minho wants to coo at him, but instead he leans forward and taps his cock on his tongue. Jisung visibly shivers, but doesn't dare move. Just lets the frosting collect on his tongue as Minho rubs himself along it, taking his sweet fucking time until he decides he's waited long enough.
Once he's decided to go ahead, he doesn't wait. Minho slides his cock deep into the back of Jisung's throat in one slow, steady thrust, and Jisung takes him. His throat constricts around Minho's length and he gags slightly on the way in, but he soon adjusts. Minho's eyes roll back as he pulls out and pushes back in slightly, testing the give, making sure he can let loose without hurting him.
And Jisung moans. It feels fucking incredible. It has Minho's thighs quivering briefly with the pleasure it sends zipping up his spine. Looking down at him doesn't do much to dampen the feeling, either. Jisung's lips are stretched taught around him and completely covered in white icing. His eyes are glazed over, tears collecting at the corners, and sparkling up at him as he waits for Minho to use him. To take what he wants from him and not spare a thought to ask for it first.
"Fuck, you love it, don't you?" Minho pulls back and thrusts back in. Then again. And again. Jisung keeps his head still, sputtering as Minho's cock slides in and out of his throat, the icing gathering on his lips messily. Tears stream down his cheeks as Minho picks up the pace, winding his fingers into Jisung's hair. He uses his grip to drag Jisung onto his cock in time with his thrusts, nose bumping against Minho's stomach.
It's anything but gentle. There's sugary drool dripping down Jisung's chin and his whole face is an absolute mess. But his expression says he's in bliss. He fucking loves every second of it. Minho can see it in the way Jisung's body trembles. In how he ruts up against his own palm while Minho fucks him.
It wouldn't be the first time he came in his pants like this. Even if it should be embarrassing, he never cares in the moment. Is too fucking turned on by Minho's cock in his throat that he doesn't give a damn how he looks. The only thing he's focused on is being cock drunk.
"Tell me, Jisung," Minho pants, thrusting in as deeply as possible and rolling his hips. "Is it tasty?"
Jisung tries to nod his head, but it's a pretty pathetic attempt. He chokes around Minho's cock, fresh tears springing to his eyes, and Minho laughs. "That good? You're speechless?"
Jisung sobs around him when Minho grinds into his throat slowly, moaning shakily at how it sucks him in. "Fuck. Maybe I should have some."
Minho stills briefly, his cock buried. Jisung swallows around him, his throat contracting as he tries to wait patiently, sucking short, quick breaths through his nose.
When Minho pulls out, Jisung gasps, coughing as he catches his breath fully. "Fuck," he groans, still palming himself through his sweats, so worked up just from having his face fucked that he can't keep his hands off himself.
He licks his lips, a delicious mixture of precum and frosting, and sighs dreamily. "God that's so fucking good."
Minho hums as he faces the table, tilting his head to the side as he eyes the cake carefully. "Hm? Good to know. I'll try it for myself."
He hears Jisung's shaky gasp as he grips the cake board, holds it steady, and thrusts. He plunges deep into the center of the cake, the soft sponge giving way around him as he forces himself inside.
Jisung whimpers, babbling breathlessly in shock. "What the—oh my fucking god that's so hot, hyung."
Blood rushes in Minho's ears as he pulls out and pushes back into the cake, feeling it's composure give out with every thrust. This is perhaps one of the strangest things he's ever done while horny, and that's saying something considering who he is, but god this actually feels so fucking good.
There's something about the texture of the sponge and the slippery glide of the icing that feels so fucking good around him. Rubs him in all the right ways. It's gentle but texturally interesting, stimulating him in so many different ways than anything else has. It's completely different than fucking into Jisung or one of his toys. But it's still so good.
"Shit, this is so good," Minho groans. He's starting to lose composure a bit, his thrusts becoming rough and sporadic. The cake is absolutely falling apart around him, but he doesn't care. He grabs the sides of it with his hands, squishing the fallen pieces back together, keeping his cock surrounded by fluffy, slick, sugary walls.
He's getting so fucking close.
"Touch yourself," Minho huffs out, eyes flicking over to see Jisung writhing under his palm. "Go on, enjoy your treat, baby."
Jisung scrambles to tug his sweats down, gripping his cock the second he's able to and thrusting up into it. "T-thank you." He mumbles, voice deep and raspy. "So good. So fucking good, Min."
There's something about it. Something about watching Jisung stroke himself so desperately, seeing his eyes locked on the place where Minho's cock disappears into his birthday cake of all things, and it makes Minho's body suddenly jolt. "Oh, god, yes."
He's going to cum. He's going to cum inside this fucking cake and Jisung is going to cum to the sight of him doing it.
Oh my god.
Minho's thighs shake and his stomach contracts, heat spreading throughout his body faster than he can tame it. Everything went from really good to too fucking good so quickly and suddenly he's moaning brokenly as he cums inside the broken mound of cake and frosting clumped and held tightly around his cock.
Jisung moans, too. Minho looks over just in time to see white streaming over his knuckles, his head thrown back and that long, pretty neck fully on display.
Minho wants to mark it the fuck up.
Instead, he catches his breath before pulling out, cum covered cake crumbs clinging to his cock and spilling onto the floor. "Shit."
"H-hyung, oh my god…" Jisung rasps, hand still wrapped around himself and covered in his own cum. "That was so…"
He can't find the words, and to be fair, neither can Minho. "Yeah," he says, taking a moment to let his brain functioning come back online.
When he finally turns back to Jisung, he sees the way he's looking at him. How he looks anything but finished. Like if he opened his mouth a little too wide he'd be drooling all over the fucking floor with how desperately he's staring at Minho's cake covered cock.
Minho should have known. It takes a lot more than just that to satisfy a cockslut as dedicated as Jisung. Especially when sweets are involved.
"Ah." Minho gets it. He steps forward and grabs Jisung's chin roughly, forcing him to look up at him. "I see. So you haven't had enough, then? Want seconds already?"
Jisung squeaks, but he doesn't answer. Just stares at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
"You have to ask for what you want, Jisungie, or hyung won't know."
He does know. He always knows.
"Want more," Jisung manages to croak out. His eyes flick down to Minho's cock just inches from his lips, then quickly back up. "Please?"
"Mm." Minho considers it. Really makes a show of it, rolling his eyes to the ceiling and tapping his chin in thought.
He'll give it to him. Of course he will. He'll be delighted to, in fact. But he wants him to squirm a little. He'd like that even more.
"Tell ya what, Jisungie," Minho hums, laying a gentle palm on Jisung's cheek. "Why don't you give me a little something, first. It's my birthday, after all."
Jisung nods quickly. "Yeah, of course. Anything." He sounds so fucked out. It makes Minho smile fondly.
"I knew you'd agree." Minho giggles, reaching over to grab a handful of cake from the center of the pile. "I've yet to properly try it, ya know. Could you feed me, Sungie?"
He doesn't wait for an answer before shoving the mess of cake into Jisung's mouth, dipping his fingers inside and being sure it all goes in. "Don't swallow."
Jisung is startled, but he listens to what Minho tells him. Holds himself still, mouth hanging open, while Minho kneels down and sits back on his heels. "I'm the birthday boy. So can I have some of my cake?"
Getting the message, Jisung scrambles forward, carefully leaning in to connect their open mouths. Minho dips his tongue inside immediately, drawing some of the treat into his own mouth.
It does taste good. Sweet sugary vanilla, just a hint of almond, the subtle tang of his own cum. It's perfect.
They kiss a bit longer, lips sliding together, sticky and wet, panting into each other's mouths at just how hot the whole thing is. When Minho pulls away, Jisung chases his lips. Needy as always. Minho fucking loves it.
By now Minho is worked up enough to go again, and he can see the same is true for Jisung with how his cock sits hard and leaking against his hip. They're both a fucking mess, covered in cake, cum, and all manner of other things. Minho wants to draw this out. Make the rush of it all last even just a little longer.
So he instructs Jisung to get on all fours in front of him, and Jisung doesn't hesitate. He watches Minho closely, arms and legs trembling slightly as he holds himself up in the meantime.
"Ready for seconds?" Minho grabs another bite of cake, rising onto his knees and tugging Jisung's head up by his hair. The small bit of sponge in his hand is covered by far more cum than icing, and Minho can nearly see Jisung's mouth water as he catches sight of it. "Ha, you are. You don't even have to say it, baby."
Minho shoves the cake into Jisung's mouth, then quickly follows it with the tip of his cock. Jisung moans, swirling his tongue around the cake and Minho's slit, tasting them together, bucking his hips into nothing.
"That's it," Minho coos. "It's so good, isn't it?"
Then without warning, Minho shoves himself in deeper. This time he doesn't wait for Jisung to adjust. He goes full speed ahead, forcing the cake down Jisung's throat and continuing to fuck him.
The mess covering his cock mixes with Jisung's saliva, sliding down his throat with each thrust, and Jisung is sobbing. His body is shaking, he's instinctively pulling away but Minho stops him with both hands grabbing either side of his skull, keeping him still. "Don't run. You asked for seconds. Take it like a good boy."
It doesn't keep him from resisting. Jisung is gagging and choking, tears flowing down his face and gathering on the carpet below, mixing with the puddle of cake-crumbs and drool quickly accumulating there. Minho is in bliss, forcing himself inside Jisung's throat over and over. It's so hot and tight, and every time Jisung gags it squeezes so hard around him. Nothing could be better than this, having Jisung totally at his mercy. Under his control and unable to do a damn thing about it.
Not even really wanting to in actuality.
But Minho loves it when he struggles anyways. He knows he can push Jisung's limits, have him right on the brink of throwing in the towel but the rush that it gives him resurrects his will to keep going.
So Minho decides to step it up even more. Winds his fingers in Jisung's hair to get a better grip, then wraps his other hand around Jisung's throat and squeezes.
"Haaa, Jisungie," Minho sighs shakily. He can feel the movement of his cock under the thin skin of Jisung's neck, bulging as he thrusts in and out quickly.
"I'm in there, baby. Fuck, I'm filling you up so good." He squeezes a little harder and Jisung's eyes roll back in response." That's it, let go, yeah?"
Minho knows how he must be feeling. By now he's probably a little lightheaded, the lack of oxygen getting to him, especially with Minho's cock blocking his ability to breathe even more. Jisung's fingertips dig into the carpet, his legs shake, and Minho just knows he's about to cum. Completely untouched.
"Yeah? You like that?" Minho chuckles, thrusting harder. Faster. He softens his grip around Jisung's neck briefly before squeezing again, watching the way Jisung's body jumps in response. "Oh, baby. You like that so much, don't you?"
He does. He really, really, so clearly likes it entirely too much, because suddenly his body is shaking, sobs wracking through him, suppressed by the palm against his throat, and he cums. Hard. He tries to cry out, but all he manages are muffled sobs. Minho feels it around his cock, the way it squeezes and contracts as Jisung convulses, and it's enough.
It's plenty to have him spilling down Jisung's throat.
"God, haaa. Ji-sung," Minho keens, and it's so light and airy. High-pitched and drawn out. This time the pleasure is near overwhelming, his own body trembling under the shock of it. The way it had slammed into him so suddenly. Consumed him so entirely.
Before he can do anything about it, Jisung collapses to the floor. Minho lets go of him, dropping to the floor himself and doubling over to catch his breath.
It's quiet. All that can be heard is their panting breaths and the ambient sound of their AC kicking on. Jisung is the first to break it. Groaning into the carpet followed by a long sigh.
"Wow."
Minho agrees. Wow is fucking right. Of all the things he could have hoped for on his birthday, this far surpassed anything he could have wished for.
"Mm." Minho hums in agreement, leaning down and dragging Jisung to rest his head in his lap. "Feeling okay?"
Jisung chuckles shakily, rolling over to gaze up at him. "Your birthday and you're taking care of me?"
Minho smiles. He'll always take care of Jisung. Any time, any day, no matter the circumstances.
Minho will always take care of Jisung.
"You made my birthday great, Jisungie. Rest now."
Jisung smiles back at him, nuzzling into his thigh and sighing. "Mm, but not here. I'm pretty sure I'm laying in a puddle of cum."
Minho laughs brightly, and Jisung joins him soon after. They definitely do need to move. It's probably a good idea to clean up their mess before heading off to wash up, too, but Minho sort of feels like being lazy today.
It's his birthday, sue him.
"Okay." Minho grunts as he stands up, pulling Jisung along with him. He makes sure they're both steady on their feet before heading towards the bathroom, instructing Jisung to start washing up while he goes and grabs them both water.
When he returns, Jisung is sitting on the side of the tub, clothes completely discarded to the floor. He grins sleepily at Minho as he approaches, thanking him as he reaches for the glass of water he extends to him.
"Wait," he stops mid-sip, eyes widening. "Hyung, did you make a wish?"
"Hm?" Minho chugs his water all at once, setting the glass on the bathroom counter before working on shedding his own cake-covered clothing. "No, course not."
"What? Really?" Jisung asks. "But, aren't you supposed to on your birthday? Don't you want anything?"
He's so cute, brows drawn together in concern. Minho loves him so much.
"Nah." Minho kicks the last of his clothing from his his ankles and tugs Jisung to his feet, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him in.
"There's nothing. Got everything already." He mumbles against Jisung ear, kissing his cheek sweetly to punctuate his point.
Jisung is everything.
"You're sappy today." Jisung giggles, pulling back to look into Minho's eyes. Deeply. He leans in to kiss his lips and mumbles, "love you. Glad you were born."
Days like this remind Minho that he's glad, too.