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Jisung takes a deep breath as he sits on his friend's couch, everyone staring at the TV. He glances at his two long-time friends, Changbin and Felix. Felix notices that he is being looked at and looks towards Jisung.
“What?” Felix asks, glancing back at the TV and then back at Jisung.
“Can I confess something to you guys and not have you judge me?” Jisung asks, biting his lip hard.
Changbin pauses the game and turns towards Jisung. “Depends on what you’re about to tell me,” he says.
Felix smacks his arm as Changbin chuckles. “I’m kidding, of course you can tell us,” he says.
Jisung sighs softly and nods slowly. “You guys have been my friends for a while, so I’m sure this is not a surprise, but I wanted to come out with it anyway,” he says, fidgeting with his fingers.
“If this is that you’re gay, we know that,” Changbin says, receiving another slap to his arm from Felix.
Jisung rolled his eyes. “I know you all know that, I’ve been very open about it for a while,” he says, shaking his head.
Felix nods. “So what did you want to tell us?” He asks, smiling encouragingly at Jisung.
“Well, uh. I’m not sure how to say this,” he starts, looking anywhere but his two friends in front of him. “I’m a virgin,” he says, eyes locking with his feet, not wanting to see their reactions.
Felix’s eyes open wide, and he shakes his head a little. Changbin leans across Felix to smack Jisung on the back of the head.
“I thought you fooled around with that ex of yours from high school,” he says.
Jisung’s hand shoots up and covers the spot that Changbin smacked, and he frowned. “Hey, what was that for?” He asks, ignoring Changbin’s statement.
“Well, I don’t know, maybe it’s because you lied to us about losing your virginity? Why did you lie about that?” Changbin asks, frowning.
Jisung sighed. “Well, you both had lost yours, and I was worried that you’d judge me for it. We were new friends at the time, and I didn’t want to seem weird,” he admits, looking between the two of them.
Felix nods slowly. “So why haven’t you done it since then? You’ve gone on lots of dates,” he asks, leaning back on the couch.
Jisung sighed loudly. “I think I romanticized my first time so much that I got worried it would be bad. Now it’s been so long that I’m scared it’ll be really bad and that whoever I do it with will be upset that I’m not experienced,” he admits, rubbing his hands on his knees.
He didn’t realize that his hands had gotten very sweaty while he was talking. He brought his hands up a little and rubbed them together before reaching up to brush the hair out of his face.
“So what made you finally decide to tell us the truth?” Changbin asks, watching Jisung.
“I want your help. I don’t want to continue being a twenty-four-year-old virgin. I want to have experience so I can possibly find someone to be my partner,” Jisung says.
Changbin gives him a weird look. “Look, man, I love ya a lot, but you’re like a brother to me, and I don’t think I could ever-” he was cut off by Jisung.
“Oh my god, no! That is not what I meant. Ew, don’t make me throw up,” Jisung says, making a fake gagging sound.
Changbin shakes his head and reaches across Felix again to smack Jisung’s arm. “Then what the fuck do you think we can help with?” He asks.
Jisung rubbed the spot Changbin smacked and slid further away, not wanting to get smacked again. “Do you both still go to that club?” He asks softly.
Felix instantly blushes, his ears going bright red. “Uh, yeah. I was there last night,” he says softly,
Changbin chuckles. “How did I miss you? I was also there,” he says, playfully smacking Felix’s arm.
Jisung rolled his eyes and chuckled. “How does it work?” He asks softly.
Changbin leaned back and placed his hands behind his head. “Well, in the front, there is dancing. That is how they show off who they are and their particular style. In the back, there are rooms for lots of things. Each worker there has their own room, so they always have what they need,” he says.
“I see a man named Bangchan there. His stage name is Midnight Bang. He is one of their dom workers. His room has stuff in it so he can do whatever we discuss,” Felix says, biting the inside of his cheek.
Changbin nods, “When I go, I see Hyunjin. His stage name is Snowflake Hyun. He’s this pretty unassuming top. It’s fucking amazing,” he says, biting his lip.
“So how did you decide whether to top or bottom?” Jisung asks, getting a little embarrassed about asking.
“Well, I always knew I was a switch. I never knew if I wanted to take it or if I wanted to give,” Changbin says.
Felix nods, “I decided that I like being topped, I never tried being a top,” he admits.
Jisung nods. “What if I want to try both?” He asks.
Changbin nods. “Well, if you want to stay with the same person, you could pick one of the switches. They will top and also bottom,” he suggests.
Jisung nods. “How often do you go?” He asked, biting his lip.
“I mean, I go whenever I feel like it. I went last night, but I’m willing to go again soon,” Felix says, smiling.
Changbin smirks. “Hell, I’ll go tonight if you’re all down. I can’t get enough of Hyunjin,” he says.
Felix chuckles. “He is a very beautiful man,” he says, smiling.
“Even if you don’t pick someone tonight, you can at least look and see what the club has to offer, see if anyone piques your interest?” Changbin suggests.
Jisung nods slowly and bites his lip. “You don’t think it’ll be weird to lose my virginity this way?” He asks, glancing between the pair.
“Not at all, I think it's the best way to guarantee you have a good first time,” Felix says.
Jisung nodded. “Then yes, let's go tonight, and I can see if there is anyone that I’d consider doing it with.”
***
Jisung fidgeted with the sleeves of his jacket as they walked through the club. Changbin and Felix decided to take Jisung to the bar first, wanting to get a drink in him to help his nerves.
They walk up to the counter and are greeted by a brunett man with an infectious smile. “Hey Binnie, hey Lix, who’s the friend?” The man asks.
“Hey, Seungmin! This is Jisung. It’s his first time here,” Felix says, smiling and gesturing to Jisung.
The man Jisung now knew as Seungmin nodded and looked him over. He looked at his outfit, noting pretty quickly that he had on a collar with a padlock attaching it in the front. He was wearing a mesh crop top and a pair of grey tattered jeans that sat low on his hips.
“Oh wow. They are going to pounce on the idea of a newcomer. Have you considered the private services?” Seungmin asked, looking right at Jisung.
Jisung blushed as he nodded. “Yeah, that’s actually why I am here,” he admits softly.
Seungmin smirked. “Do you have any ideas about who you want to go with? Are these two going to let you try out their picks?” He asked, a joking lilt to his voice.
Jisung shook his head. “I’m not quite sure yet. I figured I would watch the dance shows and see if anyone sparks my interest,” he admits, finding it very easy to talk to Seungmin about this.
Seungmin nodded. ‘Well, do you want to top or bottom?” He asks bluntly.
Jisung’s eyes go wide at the bluntness and shrugs. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I’ve never really thought about that,” he admits.
Seungmin’s eyes widen a little. “Well, what do you usually do?” He asks.
Jisung flushes and looks down. Changbin wraps an arm around Jisung’s shoulders and smiles.
“He’s brand new. We thought, since he waited this long, we might as well take him somewhere where it’s going to for sure be good,” Changbin says, smiling.
Seungmin nods and licks his lips. “Keep an eye out for The Black Cat. He’s a switch, and I think you might like him,” he suggests.
Jisung nods and says the name a few times in his head to help him remember it.
“Did you guys want your regular drinks?” Seungmin asked Changbin and Felix. Felix nodded.
Changbin smirks. “I want my usual, but I would still love that add-on. Is it on the menu yet?” He asks, leaning forward onto the counter.
Seungmin rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Your requested add-on is not on the menu, but maybe you should try harder. It may eventually go onto the secret menu,” He says, smirking.
Changbin raises his eyebrow. “How does one order off the secret menu?” He asks, looking Seungmin up and down.
Seungmin leans forward onto the counter in front of Changbin. “Talk to Hyunjin. He’ll tell you,” He says and turns towards Jisung. “And what would you like to drink?” He asked.
Jisung hums for a second before deciding. “Can you make me a peach soju?” He asks.
Seungmin nods. “Absolutely. Find a table, and I’ll bring your drinks out in a bit. You won’t want to miss the next act,” he says, looking Changbin up and down.
***
Backstage
Minho laces up his eight-inch-tall, black heels, making sure the ties wrap snugly around his calves. He adjusted his skirt as he stood up straight. He tugged the black, mesh crop top back into place now that he was standing up straight. He looked in the mirror and adjusted his clip-on cat ears, making sure they wouldn’t move during his set.
He grabbed his sparkly lip gloss and applied another coat, wanting his lips to sparkle while he was on stage. He grabbed his makeup brush and smoked out his eye makeup ever so slightly more, wanting his eyes to pop when he got on stage.
He knew it was going to be a busy night for them. He had peaked out before Bangchan took his set five minutes ago, and the tables were almost completely full. He had seen Bangchan and Hyunjin’s regular customers.
Minho had a few regulars himself, but they were the kind that came around once or twice a month. Bangchan and Hyunjin’s regulars were here weekly, always paying off their whole night when they came in. Minho wanted to have some regulars like that. He would love to have only one client a night, especially if it was someone worth a shit.
When he had spotted their regulars, he had noticed a new face in the crowd. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful the man was. He was wearing a white-collared shirt with a black tie that was tucked into a pair of light-washed blue jeans that were ripped at the knees. Over the shirt was a black jacket, and he had black boots on his feet.
Minho didn’t know if he was just here for the dancing or if he was looking for something more, but if he was, he hoped he could try out the newcomer for the night. He knew he would need to make the effort to get the man's attention while he was on stage.
Minho made his way back to the stage, listening to the song that Hyunjin was trying out for the night. He couldn’t help but admire how adorable the man was. He kept peaking through the curtain to glance at him. As Hyunjin came off stage, having finished his set, Minho walked over to him.
“Hey, do you know who the guy is that came with Changbin and Felix tonight?” He asks, biting his lip.
Hyunjin chuckled as he pulled the bills out of his clothes. “Is that why you kept looking out the curtain during my set?” He asks.
Minho nodded. “Yes, actually. I’ve never seen him here before. Do you think he’s looking for more than just a dance?” He asks.
Hyunjin shrugs. “I don’t know, I’ve never seen him. Also, Changbin and I don’t do much talking when we are together,” he says, walking towards the dressing room.
Minho followed and nodded. “If Changbin does his usual, can you ask him?” He asks.
Hyunjin nods. “Sure,” he says, glancing at the clock. “Don’t miss your set, you’re on in like one minute,” he says, shooing him away. Minho looked at the clock and gasped, rushing back to the stage.
Jisung took another large sip of his drink as a voice came over the speaker. “Alright, everyone, give it up for The Black Cat,” the man says.
Jisung sets his drink down and looks up at the stage, watching as a leg slowly pushes through the curtain. He bites his lip, letting his eyes trail up the leg as the whole body steps out from behind the curtain. His eyes stop on the almost completely bare chest showing through the mesh shirt. His mouth fills with saliva, and he bites his lip.
When his eyes finally got up to his face, he stopped at his perfect lips. He stares intently, watching as a smirk plays on the man's lips. His eyes slowly move up to his eyes, almost jumping when he realizes that the amber brown eyes are locked on him. His eyes go wide, and he quickly looks to the table, grabbing his drink. He looks back up as he sets his drink down.
He watches as the man grabs hold of the pole, walking slowly around it. He stops breathing when The Black Cat turns around, his ass on full display. He bites his lip as he admires the way his ass hangs out of the mini skirt. His eyes follow down the man's legs, admiring his thick thighs wrapped in fishnet stockings.
Jisung drops his hands to his lap and rests them against his crotch, not wanting Changbin or Felix to see his hard-on. He glances at both of them, noticing Changbin is also looking at him.
“I think we found a winner,” He said, snickering.
Jisung scrunched his nose and smacked Changbin’s arm. “Shut up,” he said, looking back up to the stage.
Jisung almost fell out of his chair as he realized the man was lying on his back, rolling his hips up into the air. He had to use one hand to hold himself up as he watched, enraptured by the scene in front of him.
He grabbed a few bills from the stack that Changbin and Felix had brought for him and moved towards the stage. He bit his lip as his eyes met The Black Cat. The man flipped over and crawled to the edge of the stage, keeping his eyes locked with Jisung’s. Jisung felt his knees wobble as he watched the man.
When he was close enough, he watched as the man moved to his knees, lifting his arms up into the air, giving Jisung access to push a couple of ones into the waistband of the skirt. His fingers grazed some of the skin that was exposed due to the mesh croptop raising a little.
He let his fingers stay there for a second too long before he realized what he was doing and flushed. He pulled his hand back and looked down towards the stage as he started to back up. He glanced up to see the man smirking down at him.
Jisung’s legs actually gave out when the man winked at him. He pathetically grabbed hold of the table closest to him before getting his bearings and quickly walking back to his table. He looked down as Changbin and Felix started laughing.
“I think you’re right, Binnie. I think we have a winner. Jisungie is smitten with him,” Felix says, slapping Jisung’s arm.
Changbin laughed and nodded. “Should I go get you a private room now? My treat for your first time,” he says between laughs.
Jisung turns and smacks Changbin in the arm, then does the same to Felix before crossing his arms and looking down at the table.
“It’s not fair, how is that man so pretty?” He asked, biting his lip hard.
“Well, lucky for you, he is a switch, so if you wanted to try topping or bottoming, he does both,” Felix says, nudging Jisung with his elbow.
Jisung’s head lifted, and his eyebrow raised. “Wait, really?” He asked.
Felix nodded. “Want him to be your first?” He asked.
Jisung bit his lip before nodding. “I think so,” he says, glancing at Changbin, then back to Felix. “You guys promise this isn’t a weird way to lose it?” He asked, biting the inside of his cheek.
Felix smiled. “I don’t think it's weird at all. I’m sure this isn’t the first time it’s happened either. It’s a good way to do without the worry of it being bad,” he says.
Jisung nods. “Then I should get a room booked,”
***
Minho walked to the dressing room, pulling the bills out of his clothes, remembering to take the few bills from the handsome stranger out last and setting them on top. He walked to his locker and wrapped an elastic around them. He licked his lips and turned to Hyunjin, who was sitting at his vanity.
“A good set or something?” Hyunjin asked.
“Why?” Minho asked, closing his locker and walking over. As he approached his own mirror, he realized he was smiling widely.
“Oh, you know, you’re smiling as if someone tipped you a lot,” Hyunjin said, turning his chair to face Minho.
Minho nodded. “Oh, right. No, it was pretty average,” he says as he touches up his makeup, rubbing his lips together.
“Then why the giddy expression?” He asked, leaning forward.
“Oh, that guy with Changbin and Felix walked to the stage to put some bills in my skirt, and I winked at him; his legs gave out,” Minho says, smirking.
Hyunjin lightly bit on his tongue and smiled widely. “Oh god, that’s amazing. You should get out there and see if you can get him to book a room with you,” he says, clapping his hands together.
Minho nodded. “I should. I want to try my luck. He’s very handsome. I’d be happy to top or be topped by him,” he says, standing up.
“Wish me luck,” he says as he starts walking to the door to the main floor.
He gasps as the door opens and Seungmin pops in. “Min, you have a private room booked in twenty minutes,” he says. “And you’re going to love the guy,” he adds, smirking.
Minho looks back at Hyunjin, smirking before looking back at Seungmin. “Why’s that?” He asks, popping his hip.
Seungmin smirks. “Let’s just say he’s your type,” he says. Walking out. “Nineteen minutes!” He calls as the door shuts.
***
Jisung sat down on the red leather chair, close to one of the doors. He looked around the waiting area he was told to go. He bit his lip as he crossed his legs, leaning forward onto them. He glanced at each door, wondering what room the beautiful man would come through.
Jisung felt his nerves picking up as he uncrossed his legs, rubbing his sweaty hands on his knees. He breathed out slowly through his mouth, wanting to calm his racing heart. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling a little bit of the anxiety go away with his breath out.
It didn’t last long, however, because he heard a door open and the sound of heels on the stone floors. His head shoots up, and he sees The Black Cat walking towards him slowly. He was wearing the same outfit.
He let his eyes roam over his body, biting his lip instinctively. His eyes started at the heels, slowly working up his fishnet-covered legs. His eyes stopped at the peak of a black thong that barely left anything to the imagination. The man was not small, so his cock was barely covered by the thin material. The mini skirt was pulled up just barely under his belly button, where he noticed a glittering piece of jewelry. He couldn’t help but admire how his pale skin looked against the black mesh crop top.
His eyes finally locked with the man’s as he stepped directly in front of him. “Are you Jisung?” The man asked, reaching down to lift Jisung’s chin so he was fully looking up.
Jisung’s breathing immediately picked up, and he nodded. The sound of the man’s voice had him immediately locked into whatever spell he was casting.
The Black Cat tsked and shook his head. “When you are with me, you will use your words. Understood?” He asks, gripping Jisung’s chin.
Jisung’s eyes widened. “Yes,” he said, his voice coming out raspy.
The man smirked. “Good boy,” he says as he pats Jisung’s cheek. “Now follow me,” he says, turning away and walking down the hallway slowly.
Jisung felt his cock twitch at his words. Never in his life did Jisung think he would like to be called a good boy. It instantly turned him on. He was knocked out of his thoughts at the sound of a voice.
“You coming?” The man asked, leaning against the doorframe.
He jumped up and walked quickly to catch up. He walked into the room and glanced around in awe. He didn’t know where to look first.
On one wall was what looked like every type of whip and paddle ever made. Some of the paddles had words engraved into them. He bit his lip as he looked at another wall, seeing that it too was littered with tons of different toys. He spotted a large brown leather sofa sitting against one of the walls.
As the door closed behind him, he saw a large king-size bed against the last wall. There were dark, emerald green sheets on it. He bit his lip and looked over, seeing that The Black Cat was watching him with a smirk.
“Let me get this out of the way first. My name, stage name, as you know, is The Black Cat, but you can call me any pet name you’d like, or you can call me by my name,” He says, walking over to place his hands on Jisung’s shoulders.
“And what is your name?” Jisung asked, his voice coming out a little shaky.
“My name is Minho, so you can call me that or you can call me by any nickname you’d like,” The man, Minho, says.
Jisung nods and cautiously moves his hands to Minho’s hips. “Minho it is,” he says softly, trying to act confident.
“So, have you ever been here before?” The Minho asked.
Jisung shook his head. “No. This is my first time,” he admits, biting his lip.
Minho nodded. “Well, I’m honored to be your first,” he says and bites his lip, moving his hand to trail down the front of Jisung’s chest.
“Before we start. I do have a few questions. If they make you uncomfortable, well, you’re in the wrong place,” he says with a chuckle.
Jisung nods. “Ask away,” he says, sliding one of his hands up to gently grip Minho’s waist.
“Do you top or do you bottom?” Minho asks, sliding a finger back up Jisung’s chest.
Jisung flushed and pursed his lips. “Uh, well, I’ve never really decided,” he admits, looking up at Minho.
Minho nods and smirks. “So you’re a switch? You like both?” He asked.
Jisung shrugged, glancing to the side. “I wouldn’t know. This is my first time,” he says, scared of Minho’s reaction.
Minho’s jaw drops for a second before it turns into a smile. He presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek. He reaches up and grips Jisung’s jaw, turning his head.
“You’re still a virgin?” He asks.
Jisung flushes as he nods, not meeting Minho’s eyes.
Minho lightly smacks the lower half of Jisung’s cheek. “Use your words,” he says.
Jisung’s eyes widen, and he looks at Minho, nodding again. “Yes, I am,” he says, letting both of his hands fall to his sides. “I know it’s weird. I’ll go,” he says, taking a step back.
Minho’s eyes widen, and he grabs Jisung’s arm. “It’s not weird at all,” he says quickly, not wanting the man to leave.
Jisung turns back and looks at him. “Are you sure? I know there’s a weird stigmatism on how people lose their virginity. I just wanted to guarantee that it would be good,” he admits.
Minho steps closer to Jisung, moving Jisung’s hand on his hip, reaching out to grab his other hand to do the same. He then placed his hands on Jisung’s shoulders, stepping closer.
He leans his head in and presses his lips to the shell of Jisung’s ear. “I find it incredibly hot that I get to be your first,” he whispers, moving to gently bite down on the lobe of his ear.
Jisung's full body shivers, his hands gripping Minho’s hips tighter. He lets out a shaky breath. “But I’ll be very inexperienced, so it probably won’t be good for you,” he says softly.
Minho gently sucks on Jisung’s lobe before kissing along his jaw. “You’re a blank canvas, and I get to teach you. That is so incredibly hot,” he says, pulling his head back, looking at Jisung’s flushed face.
Jisung nodded slowly, eyes flicking between Minho’s lips and eyes. “Teach me, please,” he says, taking a step closer.
“First things first,” Minho starts, stepping back when he notices that Jisung is staring at his lips. “I have a few rules before we begin,” he says.
Jisung nodded. “I’m all ears,” he says, taking a step towards Minho.
“No kissing on the lips. I do not kiss clients. I also do not date clients. If you see me outside of work, please leave me alone. You can come say hello, but that’s about it. I will not go on dates, and I will not sleep with you outside of this club. Understood?” Minho asks, looking at Jisung from head to toe.
Jisung nods. “I can do that. No kissing, no dating, and only say hi, but give you your space. Completely reasonable,” he says, biting his lip.
Minho smiles, satisfied with Jisung’s response. “Now, do you want to try topping or being topped?” He asks.
Jisung starts to play with his fingers. “I don’t think I want to be topped, at least not now. I want to try topping, but I have no idea what I am doing,” he admits.
Minho nods, “How about this, you can lie on the bed, and I can ride you. Give you a chance at topping, but without needing to do too much. I can do all the work, and if you start to get comfortable, you can take over?” Minho suggests.
Jisung nods. “That sounds good to me. Can I ask one question, though?” he asks, biting his lip.
Minho nods. “Go ahead,” he says as he walks towards the bed, holding Jisung’s hand as he walks. He turns towards him and smirks.
“Why no kissing on the mouth?” Jisung asks softly.
“It’s too intimate. I think I should only be kissing my partner, if I had one,” Minho says, turning them so he can make Jisung sit on the edge of the bed.
Jisung nods. “That makes sense. So I can kiss anywhere, but your lips?” He asks as he sits down, his knee bouncing as soon as he sits.
Minho nods. “Yep, anywhere else is game,” he says, moving to kneel, pushing himself between Jisung’s legs.
Jisung watches Minho for a second before taking off his jacket. He threw it to the side, not caring where it landed. He bit his lip hard as Minho reached up to start unbuttoning his pants.
“If I do anything that is too much or you want to stop, what do you want your safe word to be?” Minho asks.
Jisung tried to think long and hard before saying “Weather. It won’t come up during this.”
Minho nodded. “Weather it is,” he says as he moves his hand up, sliding into Jisung’s pants.
Minho slowly rubs over the outline of Jisung’s cock through the boxers. He hums softly as he admires the feel of his size. He bites the inside of his lip and looks up at Jisung’s face, which has already gone red.
Jisung whines softly at the new feeling. He leans back on both of his arms, looking down to where Minho’s hand was rubbing up his shaft in a slow, teasing pattern.
Minho uses his free hand to reach up and start pulling the white button-up shirt out of the jeans, using that one hand to start unbuttoning it. He tosses the sides of the shirt to the side and groans softly at the sight of Jisung’s vline. He leans in and starts placing open-mouthed kisses along his left hip bone.
Jisung whines when Minho’s hand stops its movements, making him roll his hips up. “Please don’t stop,” he begged, his voice higher in pitch.
Minho smirks, looking up at the man through his lashes. “Since you asked so nicely,” he said as he moved his hand up, pushing his fingers past the waistband of the boxers.
His finger brushes past the tip of Jisung’s cock, feeling a sticky wetness. He brings his other hand down and tugs back the boxers, exposing Jisung’s cock. He groans at the sight of the precum leaking from the tip.
Minho instinctively licks his lips as he wraps his hand around the base of Jisung’s dick, moving it back and forth, so the tip hits his lower stomach, the precum leaving a stringy trail from his stomach to the tip.
“Look at how wet you are,” Minho says softly as he moves his hand up, smearing the precum onto his palm.
Jisung groans and leans back on his elbows again, looking down at Minho. “Please, Minho,” he breaths out.
Minho looks up at him and leans forward on his knees. “Please, what?” He asks, keeping his hand still.
Jisung whined. “Please do something, anything. It hurts,” he says, looking down at his rock-hard cock.
Minho smirks and leans forward as his hand grabs the base of Jisung’s cock. He licks a fat strip up his shaft, letting his tongue swirl around the tip.
Jisung gasps loudly and throws his head back. “Oh fuck,” he moans, digging his fingers into the duvet.
Minho groans at the salty flavor on his tongue as he continuously licks at the tip. He pulls his head back enough to lick his lips before he leans in, slowly wrapping his lips around the tip. He hums softly and swirls his tongue around the tip, letting his mouth fill with saliva before he slowly moves down to take more of Jisung into his mouth.
Jisung collapses onto the bed and moans, white-knuckling the duvet. He throws his head back, letting out a string of curses. Minho looks up at Jisung through his lashes and pulls off for a second so he can breathe, using his hand to pump Jisung in the meantime.
Minho licks his lips and uses his free hand to reach up and grab Jisung’s hand. “You can control my head movements if you want,” he says, putting it on the top of his head.
Jisung immediately moves both hands to Minho’s head as Minho wraps his lips around the tip of his cock again. He gingerly pushes Minho’s head down, pulling it back up. Minho catches onto the rhythm quickly and starts moving his head at the same pace. He places both of his hands on Jisung’s thighs to hold himself in place.
“Oh my god,” Jisung moaned, tugging at Minho’s hair to pull him up faster, pushing his head down almost immediately. He starts to roll his hips up as he feels the familiar pressure building up in his lower stomach.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” Jisung moaned as he rolled his hips up again. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Minho’s nails dig into his thighs.
That was all Jisung needed before he came, shooting the sticky milky white fluid into Minho’s mouth. He held Minho down on his cock as he came, moaning loudly.
Minho breathed hard through his nose and greedily slurped at the flavor. He let some collect on his tongue before he carefully moved Jisung’s hands, pulling his head back. He looked up at Jisung and opened his mouth, letting the man see his own release pool in the center of his tongue.
Jisung’s eyes go wide as he watches Minho. His cock twitches at the sight of his cum on his tongue, some dribbling out of the corners of his mouth.
Minho slowly pulls his tongue back into his mouth and swallows. He reaches up and wipes at the cum around his mouth, collecting it onto two fingers. He reaches up and pushes his fingers into Jisung’s mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he encouraged.
Jisung slowly swirled his tongue around Minho’s fingers, groaning softly at the taste filling his mouth. He closed his eyes and sucked, making his cheeks hollow out. Minho groans and bites the inside of his own cheek.
He slowly pulls his fingers away and stands up. “Do you think I can make you come a second time?” He asks, walking over to the nightstand. He reaches in and grabs a condom. He grabs the lube and sets them up.
Jisung watched Minho walk to the nightstand, staring at his ass as he walked. “Please,” he about begged.
Jisung had always wanted to have sex, but his anxiety hadn’t allowed him to go through with it. Now, in this moment, he would do all the begging in the world if it meant he got to be deep inside Minho’s ass.
He slid his shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it to the side. He stood up and kicked off his shoes before pushing his boxers and pants down and kicking them away.
Minho watched Jisung with a smirk. “Eager one aren’t chya?” He asks and walks over.
He pushes Jisung back down onto the bed and moves to straddle his lap. He draped both arms over Jisung’s shoulders as he slowly rolled his hips down.
“Tell me, Jisung, do you want me to strip to nothing or do you want me to stay in this?” He asks, biting his lip.
Jisung groaned as his cock brushed against the fabric of Minho’s thong and tights. “I want your top off,” he says, placing his hands on Minho’s hips.
He squeezes them slightly hard, his hips bucking up slightly. He closed his eyes at the sensation and did it again.
Minho smirks and leans into Jisung’s ear. “Then take off what you don’t want me to wear,” he instructs, licking the shell of his ear.
Jisung opens his eyes and slides his hands up, bringing the mesh crop top with him. He pulls it off as Minho lifts his arms into the air. He tosses it to the side and moves his hands back to Minho’s hips. He fights the urge to lean forward and kiss his skin.
“You can touch me on more than my hips,” Minho says, rolling his hips down.
Jisung bites his lip as he moves his hands to Minho’s ass. He grips it and groans softly. He feels a little bit of confidence, so he leans forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Minho’s collarbone. Minho let out a soft moan and moved to tangle his fingers into Jisung’s hair.
“That's it,” he encouraged. “Keep going,” he breathes.
Jisung takes the encouragement and starts placing more open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone, slowly moving down further. He reaches one of Minho’s nipples and swirls his tongue around it.
Minho gasps and arches his back a little to push his chest into Jisung’s tongue. Jisung looks up through his lashes to Minho, who was looking up at the ceiling, breathing hard. Jisung smiles a little and starts swirling his tongue faster, sucking on the reddening nub. He hummed softly as he pulled off with a pop, moving to the other side, not wanting the other side to feel left out.
Minho gripped Jisung’s hair and moaned, hips rolling down slowly. “God, just like that,” he says, biting his lip.
Jisung moans softly at the friction from Minho’s movements. He rolls his hips up and moans.
Minho notices that Jisung’s movements were starting to get a little sloppy, letting him know he was getting the man a little too close to the edge again. He stops moving his hips and slowly climbs off of Jisung’s lap, much to his dismay.
Jisung whines immediately at the loss and watches Minho. “I was so close,” he says, breathing hard. He reaches up and brushes the hair out of his face.
“I know, but I wasn’t ready for you to cum again,” Minho says. “You haven’t even been inside me yet. Are you sure you want to come a second time before that?” He asks, grabbing the condom.
He rips the package open with his teeth, walking slowly towards Jisung. “Climb fully onto the bed,” he instructs.
Jisung does as told and climbs further up the bed. Minho smirks at his obedience. He climbs onto the bed and crawls towards Jisung. He straddles Jisung’s chest, ass turned towards Jisung’s face.
Jisung’s eyes go wide at the sight in front of him. He reached up and rubbed his hands over Minho’s cheeks. He spreads them apart and groans loudly, cock twitching when he notices the green sparkly plug.
“You should pull that out so I can ride you,” Minho says as he leans down, spitting on Jisung’s cock. He rubs the saliva up and down to coat his cock as he starts to roll the condom onto Jisung’s cock.
Jisung groans and grabs the hilt of the plug, slowly pulling it out. He sets to the side and starts spreading his cheeks again. He grabs hold of the panty string and tugs it down, letting them sit around Minho’s knees. He sits up a little and leans in, licking gingerly over Minho’s hole.
Minho gasps and looks back at Jisung. He pushes his ass back, trying to get more.
Jisung smirked. “You liked that,” he said, leaning in, licking over his hole again.
Minho moaned and nodded, looking down at Jisung’s twitching cock. He gripped Jisung’s thighs to keep himself from collapsing. “Feels so good,” he moans, lowering his upper half, resting his arms against Jisung’s hips.
In Minho’s two years of doing this job, not once did anyone do this of their own volition. He was used to taking on the dominant side and making his subs eat him out. He couldn’t believe that Jisung was doing this on his own.
Jisung lapped at the puckering hole, teasingly pushing the tip of his tongue in and out quickly.
Minho moaned. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he commented, pushing his hips back further.
Jisung hummed softly, his tongue vibrating with the sound against Minho’s hole. Minho moans at the new feeling. Jisung takes that as encouragement to do more, so he pushes his tongue in slowly, bobbing his head to help create a better movement.
Minho moans loudly and reaches between his own legs, starting to stroke his own cock to help release some of this pressure. He digs his nails into Jisung’s thigh and moans loudly.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes.
He realizes that he is getting close, so he pulls his hand away and pulls himself away from Jisung. Jisung sits up to follow him, pouting.
“Why’d you stop me?” Jisung asked, licking his lips.
Minho chuckled. “I didn’t want to cum yet. I’d rather cum on your cock,” he says, turning around.
He sits on Jisung’s lower stomach, feeling his hard cock poke between his cheeks. He presses both of his hands to Jisung’s chest and hums softly as he rolls his hips slowly.
“I have to ask one more time before we do this. Are you sure this is how you want to lose your virginity?” Minho asks, biting his lip.
He really hoped Jisung would say yes, and he could continue, but he would immediately stop everything if Jisung decided he had changed his mind.
Jisung’s hands found Minho’s hips, and he gripped them hard. “If I don’t get to fuck you in the next minute, I am going to lose my fucking mind,” he says, rolling his hips up.
Minho smirks and nods. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the lube. He opens the cap and squirts a good amount on Jisung’s cock. He slides his hand up and down to evenly coat him before he sets the bottle back up. He wipes the excess over his hole and shifts up, moving back a little. He presses the tip against himself, moving Jisung’s cock against his hole to move the lube around a little to make sure he’s coated.
Jisung gasps and grips harder at Minho’s hips as the man slowly sinks down onto his cock. He throws his head back and closes his eyes.
“Oh my god,” he moaned.
Jisung had never thought anything could feel this good. He thought Minho’s mouth was the best thing he had ever experienced. Now he knew he was dead wrong; nothing could ever top the feeling of being inside of Minho.
Minho moans loudly as he fully sits down. He leans forward and places both hands over Jisung’s pecs, holding himself up. He closes his eyes, squeezing around Jisung’s cock.
Jisung moans when he feels Minho squeezing around him. He opens his eyes to stare up at Minho. He couldn’t believe that such a gorgeous man was taking his virginity right now.
Nothing could have prepared Jisung for the moment that Minho lifted his hips and slowly lowered them again. He kept up a pretty good rhythm, gripping Jisung’s chest as he moved.
Jisung dug his nails into Minho’s hips, moaning. “Oh fuck,” he says.
Minho moaned as he pushed himself back, sitting up straighter. He started to bounce a little faster, gasping as Jisung’s cock hit a new spot inside him. He closed his eyes as he started moving faster.
Jisung moves his hands to Minho’s ass, spreading his cheeks. He started to let instinct take over and started to thrust his hips up.
“Oh my fucking god,” Minho cried out, stopping his movements to let Jisung take over.
Jisung started to breathe harder as he thrusted faster, using his grip on Minho’s ass to lift and lower him, making Minho meet his thrusts. He moans loudly and throws his head back.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” Minho cries out, throwing his head back.
Minho’s hands moved to rest on Jisung’s forearms, gripping hard. Jisung started trusting his hips faster, feeling that familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach.
Minho closes his eyes tightly. “Oh my god, I’m going to,” he cried out as he came, the white fluid shooting all over his and Jisung’s stomach.
Jisung cried out at the feeling of Minho clenching around him. He came hard, shooting his load into the condom. He stopped moving his hips as the rest of his body jerked slightly. His hands fell to his sides as he panted hard.
Minho fell forward, head resting on Jisung’s shoulder. He panted hard, closing his eyes as his body slightly jerked at the slightly overwhelming sensation.
Minho had had a lot of sex in two years, but no one had ever made him cum that hard. He didn’t know if it was because he had found the man just that attractive or if it was because of Jisung’s size.
Most of the men that Minho had dealt with here were either older, closeted men who were cheating on their wives, or overweight, living in their parents’ basements kind of men.
Jisung was a very good-looking man, and it helped that his dick wasn’t small either. Minho tucked his face into Jisung’s neck, taking in a deep breath. Minho licked his lips, enjoying the man’s smell. He had a sort of spicy, fresh smell mixed with the smell of his sweat. It was intoxicating to Minho. He could smell this all the time.
Jisung raised his arms and wrapped them around Minho’s middle. He closed his eyes as he tried to fully get his breathing back under control.
“That was incredible,” Jisung said softly, chuckling a little.
Minho smiled, bringing one hand up to rest on Jisung’s chest. “Worth the wait?” Minho asked, looking up towards Jisung.
Jisung nodded his head quickly, looking down at Minho. He let his eyes wander down to Minho’s lips before looking back at his eyes.
“So worth the wait,” he said, looking up at the ceiling.