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"Watch your step, hyung." Jisung held the door open and watched like a hawk as Minho stepped inside their apartment with a limp. "I can't believe you kept dancing for like 10 minutes after you got hurt! I almost couldn't keep going I was so worried."
"Keep your voice down, Jagiya. The door's still open. And I told you a million times I'm okay. The doctor said I just need some rest, that's all." Minho tried to walk putting as little weight as possible on his sprained ankle, aiming for his bedroom.
But Jisung was faster now and after locking the front door he rushed to trail behind his boyfriend one step at a time, arms out to catch the other in case he lost his balance again.
"You know you don't have to do that, right?" Minho glanced behind for a second to confirm his suspicions that Jisung was way too worried, like Minho would fall apart as if he was made of sugar and caught in the rain.
"I know... I just want to." Jisung murmured, meeting Minho's gaze for a second before telling him to look where he was going.
Once inside his bedroom Minho sat down on the edge of the bed to take his shoes off like he was unable to do safely when he first walked in the apartment. But Jisung was immediately kneeling at his feet with rushed hands.
"Please hyung, let me do it." He had the decency to ask after he was already halfway done untying one of Minho's shoelaces.
There was something about the way Jisung delicately undid the bow and loosened the shoelaces of Minho's hurt foot like he was dealing with something fragile and precious. Minho stared intensely as his sneakers slipped off and Jisung looked up at him with a bright smile.
"Let me take care of you, like you've always been taking care of me."
Minho was speechless at the sincerity of his words, mesmerized by his bright big eyes full of worry and wonder. Minho only nodded from lack of other appropriate reactions.
"Let me get you into a shower then." Jisung threw Minho's socks far away after removing them and moved up, straddling his boyfriend's lap.
"Han-ah, I don't think you're supposed to do this. And I don't need help taking a shower." Minho tried to intervene but his hands automatically landed on Jisung's waist nonetheless.
"First, I'll be so very careful. Second, your feet are not even touching the ground so there's no weight there, just over your thighs and trust me they are very very strong. Third, yes you need to be held while taking a shower because it's slippery and we can't afford to risk you falling again. Are you done?" Jisung counted the reasons on his fingertips, looking as cocky as ever. Minho could never say no to him.
"Yes, doctor. I'll stay very still as you do whatever you need to since you know better than the doctors at the hospital." Minho smiled as his chest was pushed back to make him lay down on the bed completely.
"You better. And I didn't know you were into that kind of roleplay, we could try some other time." Jisung rolled his hips teasingly with a mean laugh.
"I'm not but I'm into anything you do, so." Minho trailed off, looking away shyly and Jisung's laugh turned into a fond smile, his eyes went soft and then they focused back on the task at hand.
He reached for Minho's pants, undid the button and worked the zipper down expertly.
"You're gonna have to shuffle to get them out, baby, sorry." Jisung stood up to give him some space.
Minho worked the hem of his pants down his butt and Jisung took it from there, slipping the fabric down carefully over his injured leg. As they struggled Jisung barely noticed the hem of Minho's boxers had slipped alongside his pants as well, showing a glimpse of skin. But when Jisung did look up and saw his boyfriend's half hard cock barely straining against the almost exposing underwear his mouth watered. He couldn't help kneeling down again between Minho's thighs.
"Why is it like this, baby? Did our little fantasy excite you this much?" Jisung ran his hand over Minho's clothed cock, caressing the head with his fingertips. "Or do you just like being pampered, is that it?" Jisung teased.
Minho sucked in a labored breath through his teeth, sitting up again to find Jisung hoping for a reaction as he worked Minho's cock just like he knew the other loved. But he refused to get rid of the underwear without a proper reply first.
"I told you I'm into anything you do." Minho tried but Jisung didn't seem satisfied from the way his little smile dropped and he stopped moving his hand. Minho instantly corrected himself. "Fine, I like being the one to make you happy. So if you are happy treating me like a baby, I'm happy too."
"That's so sweet, Jagiii." Jisung giggled and bounced on the spot. "I'll take care of you and of this too." He gestured to Minho's boxers before removing them quickly and grabbing his cock.
"Ahhh, I love the way it feels in my hand. It's so heavy, I love it in my mouth t-" Jisung was forced to stop talking as Minho interrupted him.
"Are you gonna keep talking like that? It's a bit embarrassing." Minho pointed out, the tip of his ears as rosy as the tip of his cock.
"Is it now? Well, that's called praising and you praise me all the time both in bed and out of it so let me return the favor, also it makes me happy to see you so shy when you're usually so confident and shit. Don't you wanna see me happy?"
Minho looked up at the ceiling in hope of receiving some divine patience but whipped his head back down as Jisung took him in his warm mouth.
"Ohh, fuuck." Minho cursed under his breath.
"Keep moaning right away like that I'm gonna pamper and praise you like this all the time." Jisung stopped to promise or maybe threaten. But as he saw the expectant look on his boyfriend's face he went right back.
Jisung was a tease, a brat and couldn't be trusted with control. That was Minho's conclusions as he waited patiently for the younger to build up a rhythm and pick up the pace, he was blowing Minho like his dick was the thing that got hurt instead of his ankle. Jisung was going down slowly, swallowing Minho in and then retreating even more slowly if possible. And if he didn't know any better Minho would say Jisung was expecting him to react and take the lead back. But he gave the other some more time, maybe he was just being careful like he had said he would be.
But then Jisung got Minho out of his mouth to yawn and something else instead of Minho took over, something wild and reckless as he pushed into Jisung's mouth again and forced the younger's head down with a hand in the back of his neck to build a fucking pace already. He got reassurance when Jisung began to moan and slurp happily, his feet kicking the floor repetitively as he took it all in.
"Fuck Jisung-ah, you don't just wanna make me feel good and taken care of, you want me to use you to get there too?" Minho pulled the soft strands of his boyfriend's hair until he hummed in response and got far back enough to free his mouth again. "Wanna be praised for taking care of me?"
"Yessh, please." Jisung begged with a dopey smile and drool running down his chin.
"You're such a good boy, Yeobongbong." Jisung squirmed at the sweet name and palmed his own neglected cock. "You make hyung feel so good with your dirty little mouth, I could fuck it every day, you know? And I'd never get tired of it too." Minho caressed Jisung's face softly.
"Hyung, I wanted something but I don't know if we can." Jisung looked guilty only by saying this much.
"What is it, baby? I'm sure we can make it work." Minho offered, he hated seeing his boyfriend so insecure, especially when it came to something that was only theirs like sex.
"I wanted hyung to fuck me but you're hurt and I don't want you to hurt yourself even more just to do what I want." Jisung looked away but Minho guided him to lock eyes again with the hand on his cheek.
"Aw Jagi, I never want you to be afraid to tell me exactly what you need when you need it, okay?" Minho didn't continue until the other nodded in agreement. "And no I can't fuck you... but you can use me to fuck yourself."
Jisung's face lit up again like a christmas tree, he climbed on top of Minho to kiss him silly. It was tender and passionate, full of their desire but also of the care they held only for each other in their hearts. Minho's hand slipped to Jisung's pants as he tried to fight Minho's shirt off in exchange. They feel into a rhythm well known and that flowed naturally like breathing. It was hands exploring familiar paths again, months sliding together, moans being drawn out and lust building.
"Get the lube." Minho asked and Jisung almost slipped from the bed in a rush to do as he was told. "Careful there, if we both get hurt you won't be able to take care of me."
"Of course I will, stop saying stupid things. I'll take care of you forever no matter what." Jisung slapped his boyfriend's shoulder before reaching for the top drawer in the nightstand.
"How do you wanna do this?" Jisung asked as he handed Minho the lube, eyes full of expectation.
Minho guided Jisung to lay down on the bed next to him, then he rolled to his side over his good leg to face him. Jisung stayed still, face up, waiting for Minho's next move.
"You're still wearing a shirt and boxers." Minho observed quietly with a pointed look down the other's body. Jisung fumbled to remove every piece of clothing remaining.
He whispered a quiet sorry as he laid back down on the bed, hands reaching for the elder's face.
"I'm so glad you didn't get hurt too bad, I don't know what I'd do if you had to stay in the hospital." Jisung's face was pure vulnerability and genuine worry as he stroked Minho's cheek.
"Who's saying stupid things now? Stop imagining worst case scenarios, Jagi. It's no good." Minho reached for his boyfriend's waist just for something to hold.
"I know, I'm just relieved you're here with me and I can have you like this. Now kiss me." Jisung pulled Minho in as the concern faded away in the intensity of the moment.
There was no rush in their kisses or in Minho's fingers as they trailed down Jisung's waist, over the tattoos on his side and down further. The younger shivered instantly, goosebumps appearing on his skin as Minho traced a path over the inside of his thighs teasingly.
"Hyuuuung! Just get to the point already." Jisung whined loudly.
"Shhh, baby." Minho put two fingers inside the other's mouth. "Suck on these."
Jisung did, imagining the fingers would be removed eventually but he slowly realized Minho had put them there just to keep him from talking while he thumbed the lube open and let some fall over Jisung's rim. There was a wicked grin on Minho's face as his boyfriend squirmed from the coldness, biting lightly the fingers inside his mouth in protest.
"If you're not gonna behave you're not getting fucked at all, Han-ah. Hyung's not able to pin you down and put you back in your place right now. So you're gonna be good and then you're gonna fuck yourself on my cock, how does that sound?" Minho asked.
Jisung nodded, legs spreading wider to welcome Minho's fingers as he smeared the lube over then gently coaxed a digit inside. Jisung sucked the fingers inside his mouth harder just to give himself something else to focus on as Minho worked another finger inside and spread him open carefully.
"You're doing good, Jisungie. Look so pretty like this." Minho slowly removed the fingers from Jisung's mouth, appreciating the view of his slick lips stretching over them.
Minho reached down and coated Jisung's cock with his own saliva before wrapping a hand around it and squeezing like he knew drove his boyfriend insane. Minho then used that moment to stretch him wider with a third finger and heard Jisung let out a wet moan in response, legs closing involuntarily.
Minho stopped stretching him in favor of fucking his fingers in and out, his fingertips glazing over Jisung's prostate with every thrust. It wasn't a harsh or fast rhythm, instead Minho focused on his aim and the way Jisung squeezed his fingers to the point it was almost painful when he began to move the hand on his cock as well.
"Ahhh, hyungg. I'm gonna cum too soon if you keep going, it's been a while." Jisung lifted his hips up, chasing the pleasure even as his words protested against it.
"Yeah, it's been a while. That's why you're so damn tight, gonna feel so good to open you up on my cock until you're all loose again." Minho gave his last thrust with his hand before removing his fingers.
Jisung rolled over on his belly as Minho sat against the headboard expectantly, lubed up dick in hand.
"Come crawling over, Hannie. My Jagi looks great on his hands and knees too, don't you?" Minho ordered and Jisung obeyed without a second thought.
It would be embarrassing if he hadn't already done this a hundred times over whenever Minho asked, if he didn't enjoy the shame as much as he enjoyed giving his boyfriend as much power over him as he needed to be pleased. Tonight was all about taking care of Minho after all, doing what he wanted so he could be happy and get better soon.
Jisung straddled Minho and with a sigh felt when he pushed the head inside with some natural initial resistance. Jisung slowly let himself sink down, feeling so fucking full already and there was still more to go. Riding wasn't his favorite thing in the world and Minho wasn't exactly small and easy to take like this but he put in the effort and bottomed out.
"You're okay, Hannie? We can try some other position if you want to. Is it too much?" Concern broke Minho's dom persona in a heartbeat.
"N-no, I can take it. Just gimme a sec." Jisung wrapped his arms around Minho's neck and buried his face where it met his shoulder just to breathe in his scent.
Then Jisung began to give open mouthed kisses and some bites for good measure too anywhere his mouth landed on. Cautiously he started rolling his hips, feeling Minho's girth inside more comfortably than before. Both moaned when Jisung lifted himself up and dropped back down again.
Minho's hands landed on his waist to help him build a rhythm until he was bouncing on his boyfriend's lap, mouth hung open to moan openly into the air between them as he sank down over and over again.
"That's it, Jagi. You feel so fucking good." Minho was going crazy with the praises.
Maybe he also felt how raw Jisung was feeling since the injury scare, how hard he was trying to be the person he thought Minho needed in that moment. When in reality just himself was enough for Minho, it always had been and it always will be.
"You're too good for me, I don't know what I did to deserve you." Minho blurted, like the words found their way out of him just to land straight to his boyfriend's heart.
Jisung's expression was unreadable as he stopped, his eyes full of unshed tears. After a beat he just closed his eyes, letting the tears roll down and kissed Minho with all the fire and love he felt, with all he had been holding back. He unexpectedly started riding Minho again with newfound passion as they kissed like nothing else mattered, and in that moment nothing else did for them.
"I l-love..hmmm I love you so damn much, Minho." Jisung gave only the minimal space between them to be able to speak between moans and more kisses. "You s-saved me, you're th- Ah...the light of my fucking life. Wanna make you the happiest person ever."
"I...love you too, fuck!" Minho panted out a reply. "The best thing that happened to me."
Jisung noticed when their gazes locked again that Minho had tears in his eyes as well. He didn't mention it but knew that they were feeling the same relief of being able to have and hold each other close like this. That they could count on the other at any time for anything and they'd be there to care and love and protect.
"I'm close, Jagi. Wanna come together." Minho said as he helped lift Jisung up enough to pull out.
Minho guided the other to sit down on his lap again and scoot forward so their cocks were flush against each other. Minho wrapped both hands around them and worked them towards their climax fast and hard. He stared at the drops of sweat and tears that were decorating Jisung's face, mesmerized by his beauty.
Jisung's hips bucked and he came over Minho's hand and cock with a loud moan. The elder didn't stop until he came too and was mixing their releases together with each movement, Jisung squirming from oversensitivity above him. Minho was grabbing some tissues from the nightstand to clean their mess when a hand on his wrist stopped him halfway.
"I think we can clean that in the shower or did you think I'd forget?"
After the cuddle session disguised as a shower Jisung watched Minho limping around his room as he got dressed and couldn't help snickering a bit when he realized he himself had a similar limp now for a completely different reason.
"Hmm, so hyung what do you need now? You're usually the one doing the aftercare so I don't actually know."
"Nothing, Jisungie. Come sleep with me." Minho gave him a sweet smile as he layed down on the bed with fresh sheets.
"Do you want me to cook you something to eat or...?" Jisung offered, wanting to make sure his boyfriend was actually completely fine before settling in for the night.
"You're offering to cook? Are you feeling okay? I can't run if the kitchen catches on fire, you know?" Minho laughed wholeheartedly and Jisung couldn't help scoffing a laugh too, he knew he was absolutely helpless in the kitchen.
"But if you're hungry we can order takeout, you know those red things with cream cheese you liked the other time? We can get some of those." Minho offered.
"You know you don't have to do that, right? Order something just because I like it."
"I know, I just want to." Minho said with the happiest smile.