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The first thing Minho felt was the biting cold of his nose followed by the scratchy warmth of kitten kisses pulling him from deep sleep. Minho smiled with a faux annoyed groan, “Dori, good morning baby.” He pet him where he stood, square on his chest and he shook with a startled purr. Minho gave him a few more strokes before pushing him gently back onto the bed and turning to cuddle into the human deep asleep beside him.
A draft found its way between the blankets and he shivered before cuddling close into his back. Minho’s legs tangled together and his cold hands wrapped their way around his waist. He pressed a few kisses to his shoulders and back. Minho felt his body move ever so slightly as he woke up and smiled sleepily where he spooned him.
“Good morning beautiful,” Minho whispered into his ear and placed another kiss on his shoulder.
Minho could feel Jisung’s smile and reached for his phone to check the time, “Minho… morning?” He looked over his shoulders where he held up an illuminated phone screen reading out 15:00. Minho shrugged and wrapped his arms tighter around his waist.
“We were busy late last night… Just means it's almost time to get ready for our little date” He smirked as he remembered the night before. Minho felt Jisung flip over so that he was face to face with him before planting a kiss on his nose and then his lips.
“It guess that's true” Jisung’s face was covered with a faint blush, his ears betraying the thoughts.
“god baby, why are you always so cold?” Jisung giggled and kissed his freezing nose again and Minho slid his cold hands under his shirt to rub his back.
“I need my gorgeous space heater boyfriend to warm me up,” Minoh leaned his head on Jisung’s chest and took in the calming scent. There was nothing like this, Minho thought; limbs tangled up on a chilly winter morning, meaningless conversation of how much they adored each other, and nothing but a fun day of what they wanted ahead of them.
They laid like that for a while longer, kissing and cuddling to start the day off, before Jisung declared that it was time to get ready; much to Minho’s dismay.
“No Jisung- stay” Minho whined, wrapping his strong arms around Jisung and forcing him to stay put. His eyes kept darting from his face down to the toned arms and shoulders to the plane of his stomach just above the waist band of the boxers he wore to bed. Minho’s face blanked as unholy thoughts filled his brain while he ogled his boyfriend's body. He was just so damn attractive. Every dip and curve, every freckle and scar. It made him want to push Jisung back into bed and kiss every inch.
“Minho I have to take a shower, I look greasy” Minho pouted and wrapped his arms tighter, careful not to hurt Jisung.
“No, you look majestic and beautiful.”
Minho saw Jisung roll his eyes then his face morphed into a smirk that meant he was scheming.
“If you let me take a shower you can join me.”
Minho’s eyes went wide with excitement and he jumped up instantly, “deal”.
Jisung giggled at his eagerness and began to grab his things from their room to get into the shower.
“What should I wear?” Minho flipped through his side of their closet, his eyes peeking over his shoulder to Jisung who was doing the same on his side.
“Whatever will make you confident and happy, jagi.”
Minho rolled his eyes and let out a huff of laughter knowing exactly what his response was going to be.
“I think I’ll wear… this!” Minho pulled out an outfit with a smirk and made his way to thier bathroom to get the water started. Soon after Jisung followed and climbed into the water with Minho, for a minute they just stood, skin to skin, under the water before beginning their respective routines. Minho’s eyes kept staring at his cute butt and he felt wandering eyes over his own body as he shampooed and then shaved.
After a long while they had gotten ready, Minho leaning against the counter watching Jisung with eyes of adoration as he primped his hair. Minho kept staring at the outfit he was wearing and how stunning he looked in it. A dark brown long sleeve shirt with a printed vest, long blue jeans that hugged his waist deliciously and flared out into bell bottoms over a pair of platform doc martins.
“Baby you look so stunning” Jisung blushed and he stuck his tongue at Minho.
“Thank you, you're not so bad yourself” Minho looked down at the outfit he had picked out, dark brown dress pants, a long sleeve button up with a sweater vest over it and a matching dark brown blazer over his shoulder, with a plaid scarf laid over the top for once the cold kicked in. He stood up and slid his hands around Jisung’s waist swaying gently with the music playing over Jisung;s phone and humming.
“Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars,”
Minho smiled as Jisung began to sing along with the hair brush in his hands.
Once the song was over Minho pulled Jisung so that they were facing and kissed him softly, relishing the blueberry taste of fresh lip gloss.
“I love you…” Jisung said, placing his forehead against Minho’s.
Minho smirked and blushed they way he does when Jisung compliments him before kissing him once more,“I love you too.”
Jisung jumped up and down “Yippe yipee they love me!!! Now are you ready to go see some lights?” Minho nodded and Jisung grabbed his hand before running out the door giggling.
Minho swung his car keys in his hand as he stepped out of their car, careful to not let them go flying. All around them the trees were wrapped in a multitude of lights. The sun had krept down the horizon and left only a faint light before it disappeared completely.
Minho eyes shifted to Jisung who looked around at the parking lot with a stunning curiosity.
“Minho it's so pretty”
“Baby this is just the parking lot”
Jisung giggled and nodded, walking around the front of the car to take his place next to Minho, “that just means when we get inside it's going to be even better” he scrunched his nose and leaned over to kiss his forehead.
Minho felt his hand drop and snake into his before we started off down the gravel parking lot towards the entrance. Minho used one gloved hand to squeeze Jisung’s and the other to hold his phone while using his nose to pull up the tickets he bought. Minho heard Jisung giggle next to him at the antics but he was zoned in on his goal and desire to not remove the gloves in the biting cold. He whooped in triumph once he had gotten the tickets up in just enough time to descend the staircase distraction free. As they leaned over the railing we could see the gardens open in front of them with a fantastic illumination. Minho and Jisung looked at each other with a giddy smile and continued quickly down the staircase with an excited vigor.
The entrance to the garden was wrapped with lights. Minho pulled his phone out of his pocket, tickets still pulled up and showed the scan code to the woman.
“You two lovelies enjoy the show. It’s something to behold,” Minho squeezed Jisung’s hand and nodded to the older woman
“Thank you ma’am I’ve been looking forward to this for months now, I’m sure it will be everything we’ve dreamed of.”
The old lady smiled at them, Jisung’s head on Minho’s shoulder.
“The bridge in the international garden is quite romantic if you ask me,” she said with a wink before ushering them through. Minho blushed slightly looking at Jisung and just taking a moment to appreciate how far they had come and the obstacles that they had climbed to get to this moment. It was enough to make my eyes tear up before turning chilly in the frozen air.
“Hey Jisung… I love you” Minho smiled at him and gave him another kiss on the head before leading the way into the greenhouse.
“Oh! I love you too jagi” Minho saw him give him a soft look and smile “any particular reason?”
“Just telling ya” Minho shook his head and began to peer about the room, deciding if he wanted to follow my normal path or change things up.
The tropical greenhouse was regulated to a warm temperature that juxtaposed the chilly outside air. The entire room was covered in twinkling white lights and sculptures hanging from plants. The contrast of the carefully crafted ceramic animals and orchids looked stunning as we wound our way hand in hand through the tropical display.
“Hyunjin would love this so much,” Jisung commented, soft eyes wide with wonder.
“He definitely would, I should suggest Joengin to bring him.” Minho replied, hands wandering idly down Jisung’s side.
Jisung stopped momentarily and squatted down in front of a trickling waterfall. He watched as Jisung, mesmerized, stared into the water trickle over the rocks down into the lower pool.
“Look Minho water!” He pointed and Minho could tell he was resisting the urge to dip his hands in.
Minho put on a documentary voice and spoke very seriously, “and here we have a wild Quokka, they come to the waterfalls to find a cool drink and be absolutely adorable.”
Minho dissolved into laughter as Jisung looked up at him with an adorable pout, further proving the point.
Minho leaned down and kissed his head before moving his attention to the pond. At the center were a few lily pads and a lone frog statue.
As Jisung watched the water with a quiet adoration Minho took the excuse to take in his beauty. The way his eyes sparkled and the fluffy hair with a slight curl as it got longer. The build of his shoulders and the profile of his well shaped face. The gentle kissable look of his pouty lips. Everything about him took Minho’s breath away. Minho reached his no longer gloved hand over and pulled Jisung’s chin gently toward him to press a soft kiss to his lips. A soft yelp of surprise left him followed by a light blush covering his nose all the way to his ears before melting into the kiss.
“Alright bug lets go see some lights dance to music.”
They exited the greenhouse back into the cold, still hand in hand, and were graced by the view of an illuminated path. Soft classical music played over hidden speakers in time with the swelling violins. They stopped and laughed in wonder at scenes animated out of the lights, including flowers blooming, animals playing, and a unicorn standing proudly.
As they came to the end of the path signs pointed in two directions, one proudly displaying free smores and hot coco as well as a bonfire in the direction of the children's garden. The other pointed towards a proclaimed “lovers lane.”
Minoh turned to Jisung and gave him a smirk before taking a turn down the lovers lane. He quickly drug Jisung behind him as Minho raced towards the bridge that the old lady had suggested. To Minho’s delight when they came upon it, there was not another soul in sight.
“Romantic indeed,” He looked around once more before pulling Jisung toward him for a deep kiss. Minho’s hands found Jisung’s waist and he pulled him as close as possible. For a few moments Minho felt nothing but that connection, the feeling of their lips sliding together and their bodies connecting as one. It was a pure sort of bliss. Minho’s heart fluttered as he remembered the secret waiting in his coat pocket and he pulled away from the kiss to retrieve a flat box from his pocket.
Minho didn’t say anything, just simply handed him the box.
His eyes widened as he pulled the top open to reveal two matching bracelets made of lava rock. Jisung’s mouth gaped open and Minho saw the glaze of happy tears water in his eyes. “Minho-” he smiled bashfully and began to move to take it out and put it on his wrist. He then reached for Minho’s and slid it on to his.
“They’re handmade from Jeju and the person said that it's supposed to represent love and a bunch of stuff like that. I know you were sad when ours got lost,” Minho pulled Jisung’s hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to the pulse point.
“God I’m so in love with you,” Jisung rushed to wrap his arms around Minho once more.
Their lips slotted together again. Minho’s hands found the back of Jisung’s head and teased his tongue along the seam of Jisung’s lips. He hummed in approval as the kiss deepened. Their bodies were pressed together and Jisung moved impossibly closer.
Jisung’s own hands wrapped around Minho’s neck and he opened himself up as the kiss grew sloppier.
The sound of approaching voices had them pulling away. Jisung planted a chaste kiss on Minho’s lips, eyes blown by darkness or lust staring into Minho’s own lovingly.
“If we aren’t careful I’m going to have to finish walking through the garden with a boner and that sounds the opposite of pleasant,” Jisung teased.
Minho smirked, “Is that right bug?” He placed a few closed mouth kisses to Jisung’s neck.
The voices were getting closer and Minho could hear Jisung whining about such a display in front of others.
Minho stopped his assault on Jisung’s neck just before the group of people came into sight. He leaned in close to Jisung’s ear and whispered, "Don't worry angel, I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”
Jisung shivered and Minho laughed at his obviously flustered state. Their hands slipped back together and they continued down the trail. Eventually they made it out of lovers lane and towards a path directing them to the bonfires.
Jisung was practically buzzing with excitement as he took the marshmallow kit from the labelled table, denying any help from Minho to roast them, and commanded him to go get them hot chocolate.
Minho only smiled and did as he was told. While he waited in line, Minho stared unashamedly at Jisung. He had slid two marshmallows onto a stick and was carefully turning them in the fire. The glow of the fire lit up Jisung’s amber skin and created a shadow pattern across his form that turned him into something majestic. Even after he had been handed two cups of hot coco Minho stood back a moment to watch his boyfriend.
His heart swelled with affection at the man who he loved with everything in him. He could not fathom how he had gotten so lucky. Jisung caught him staring and gave a shy smile before beckoning Minho over.
“As my prince requested,” Minho placed the hot chocolate down next to Jisung.
“You’re just in time i’ve gotten them golden brown perfectly,” Jisung was carefully moving the stick away from the fire as to not let the marshmallows slip. He had set up the graham crackers and chocolate perfectly read to have gooey marshmallow stacked on top.
“Meh I prefer mine a lil burnt,” Jisung side eyed him so seriously that Minho barked out in laughter.
“That is diabolical. You just forfeited your right to s’mores. yours is mine now,” Jisung scrunched his nose in concentration while he carefully placed the marshmallows on top of the chocolate and pressed the sandwich together.
He handed one of the leaking desserts to Minho and Minho raised an eyebrow at him.
“I thought I forfeited my right?” Minho teased, taking the treat and sinking his teeth into the side. Warm marshmallows gushed out all sides and stuck to his mouth, turning Minho into a fluff-covered mess. Jisung dissolved into giggles at the sight of his boyfriend with white goop all over his face.
“You look like a baby after one of those smash cake videos,” Jisung continued giggling before setting down his own smore to help Minho clean up.
“Too bad we're not home. I could lick it off you,” Jisung whispered with a teasing look, using a napkin he'd dipped in his water to get the sticky sugar off Minho.
Minho smirked and licked Jisung’s hand when it came up to his face again. Jisung shot him a glare before dropping the napkin, “Messy kitty all clean.” He leaned forward and licked the tip of Minho’s nose– Minho’s face screwing up in disgust.
Minho’s scowl turned to a smirk, “You better watch out bug, I will have to teach you a lesson later.”
Jisung’s face fell to a pout and Minho laughed, returning to his s’more, trying to stop from getting it all over himself again.
Shortly after they had finished their s’mores they found a bench near one of the regular fire pits, closer to the small stage set up for the local band that would be playing. The lights were an added bonus but the real reason they had come out was to see the music.
Jisung curled into Minho’s side and lay his head on his chest, eyes planted on the stars while they waited. Minho’s attention stayed firmly on Jisung and he found his hand moving from where it had been stationary on his arm to lightly trace the lines of Jisung’s face and massage his scalp. Jisung hummed contently at the soft sensation and Minho felt his heart stir at the peace he felt in the moment.
And when the band came on and the stirring sound of a Bluegrass band filled the starry night while an array of lights synced with the music. Minho could barely contain his joy. Everything was so perfect. He had a man he loved more than anything in the world on a clear evening with amazing live music mixing with his thoughts.
They sat like that for a long time. Occasionally they would whisper a random thought or giggle at the antics of other crowd members. By the time the band bowed and said their goodnights Jisung had dozed off on Minho’s chest. Minho didn’t want to wake him with how peaceful he looked but the staff was already sweeping into clean up.
Minho leaned down the best he could and pressed kisses to Jisung’s hairline, a firm hand on his shoulder gently shaking him awake. “Wake up bug, it’s time to go home.”
Jisung awoke to the soft voice, eyes adorably puffy with sleep. Minho felt a surge of cuteness aggression. Jisung was just so adorable he wanted to squish him.
Jisung stumbled a bit as Minho led his still half asleep boyfriend to the car. The younger man slipped back into unconsciousness as they drove home and Minho kept stealing glances at him. He looked so peaceful when he slept.
By the time Minho and Jisung had managed to get inside and into pyjamas Minho thought Jisung looked like a walking zombie. He was sure his boyfriend would be asleep before he even finished washing his face.
To his surprise when he returned to their room he found Jisung wide awake on the bed, phone in hand as he watched anime edits.
“I thought you'd be asleep already,” Minho commented, climbing into his side of the bed.
Jisung shut off his phone and stuck it to the charger and shifted to look at Minho.
“If I remember correctly we have unfinished business,” Jisung smirked.
“Jagi, you were asleep in the car 15 minutes ago.”
Minho raised an eyebrow at the suggestive grin still on his boyfriend's face.
“Mmm what if we just make out and see where it goes?” Jisung asked, expression hopeful.
Minho laughed and climbed towards Jisung, hand cupping his jaw as he leaned in with a kiss, mouth slightly open.
Jisung opened up for him almost immediately, Minho’s tongue darting out to meet Jisung’s. For a while they stayed like that, tongues sliding against each other while Minho cupped Jisung’s face, thumb brushing softly on his jaw. Minho let his teeth drag on Jisung’s bottom lip as he pulled away from the kiss. Jisung whimpered at the sensation and Minho could see his boyfriends eyes blown with lust.
Minho only grinned and climbed over Jisung, bracketing his Jisung’s thighs with his own powerful legs. Jisung placed his hands on Minho’s thighs and ran his hands up his muscular frame.
“Fuck- You never get less sexy,” Jisung breathed.
Minho only grinned as he leaned in and began pressing open mouthed kisses to Jisung’s jaw. He was messy and turned every inch of Jisung’s neck into spit slick skin. He brushed his tongue against Jisung’s pulse point and ever so slightly ground his hips downward as he took the skin between his teeth to suck a splotchy mark into the amber skin.
“God you're so beautiful. I could spend hours kissing every inch of your skin,” Minho’s voice had gotten deeper and breathy. He felt heat between his legs as he began a steady grinding into Jisung’s lap. Jisung’s increasing arousal was evident, his growing boner pressing against Minho’s ass.
Minho’s pace picked up and Jisung’s dissolved into a mess of whimpers occasionally punctuated by a moan. His head was thrown back and his marked neck was on display. Minho took the opportunity to bite down on the sensitive flesh, grinning when Jisung squeaked in surprise.
Jisung’s hands found their way to the band of Minho’s pyjama pants and he was pulling at them desperately despite Minho not letting up on the pace of his hips.
“Minho please I wanna see you,” Jisung pouted.
Minho rolled his hips one more time before climbing off to pull his shirt over his head and pyjama pants down, leaving him only in boxers. A lingering sense of dread filled him momentarily till his flat chest came into view and euphoria filled him with confidence.
“Clothes off now angel,” Minho commanded, Jisung shivering then scrambling to fulfill the order. Minho’s eyes watched hungrily at the expanse of skin coming into view. His hands moved instinctively up the plane of Jisung’s stomach “Mmm I can't wait to eat you alive.”
Jisung whimpered at Minho’s words, hastening his pace at pulling his pants off. When they were left in just their boxers Minho’s mouth watered at the obvious tent in Jisung’s. Minho grinned and reached a hand towards his boyfriend, a feather light touch tracing down Jisung’s v-line and over the fabric of the boxers. Jisung’s hips bucked into Minho’s hand as he traced his fingers on the outline of his cock.
“P-please Minho-” Jisung’s breathy whimpers were wearing on Minho’s patience but he was in a mood to go slow today.
“Nu-uh patience. I’m going to take my time with my beautiful boy.”
Jisung keened as Minho began to rub a circle over the wet spot that had formed at the tip of Jisung’s clothed cock. Minho’s fingers made a few more passes over Jisung’s length before removing his hand and restarting his kisses at Jisung’s jaw. Minho could feel Jisung’s hips pressing into the bed, desperate for any pressure.
“Mmm my baby is so desperate for me. Want this tight hole around your little cock. Huh? Or maybe you want something else first?” Minho teased, kisses trailing down Jisung’s neck towards his chest. Minho moved his hand, fingers trailing up Jisung’s body, to squeeze one of his pecks. At the same time Minho closed his mouth around one of Jisung’s hardened nipples. He sucked gently, relishing in the whines it pulled from Jisung’s mouth. He swapped sides, fingers taking up where he left off, sliding smoothly on the sensitive flesh now slick with spit.
Once Jisung’s chest was littered with hickeys and his nipples were puffy with overstimulation Minho continued his trail of kisses. He giggled at Jisung’s stomach contracting, skin sensitive to Minho’s kisses. Finally Minho reached the patch of hair peaking temptingly out of the top of Jisung’s boxers. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down slowly, following closely behind with his tongue. The slow pace kept Jisung’s cock from springing free leaving Minho free to trace the top with his tongue from the base till he took the tip into his mouth. Once his lips wrapped around the sensitive head Jisung let out a moan, hands fisting into the sheets to keep from bucking into Minho’s mouth. Minho flicked the slit with the tip of his tongue humming at the familiar salty bitter taste before letting it pop from his mouth, relishing the sound Jisung makes as the stimulation is removed from his needy cock.
“Mmm miss your taste, been too long,” Minho could feel himself getting more turned on and sensitive by the second at the sight of Jisung so wrecked from so little stimulation.
Jisung was apparently no longer satisfied with how much he could see of Minho because he began reaching for Minho’s boxers much the same as before.
Minho only pushed the hands back and placed his own on top, pinning Jisung’s wrists to the bed. He quickly sank his mouth back onto Jisung, smirking slightly at the startled moan pulled from Jisung.
Minho hollowed his cheeks and worked Jisung in long slow movements that had him squirming. He knew better than to complain or Minho would drag it out longer but still his body begged for more.
Once Minho had managed to take the entire length down his throat he swallowed, savouring the sound of Jisung’s moans increasing. His head bobbed before letting his teeth gently graze Jisung’s shaft as he pulled off. The sight that met Minho when he sat up on his knees made him preen with pride at how how debauched he had turned Jisung. His eyes were wet with tears and the sheets around him had been pulled into tight wrinkles from where he had fisted them.
“Oh baby you are a sight to be immortalised in art,” Minho said, leaning down to press kisses to Jisung’s hips. He smiled when the lingering scent of Jisung’s perfume greeted him. “Smell so good, spray your pretty perfume down here just for me yeah?”
Minho met Jisung’s desperate eyes, smirking when the younger man nodded desperately. “J-just for yo- oh fuck Minho.”
Jisung’s head pressed against the bed as Minho wrapped his hand around Jisung’s hard cock.
“Think I’m about read for you baby,” Minho jerked Jisung off in a few swift motions before finally pulled his own boxers off.
Jisung’s head bolted at the sound of shedding clothing up to watch Minho strip. Once he was bare Minho sat on his knees, thighs spread wide, staring Jisung down.
“Minho fuck you’re so hot, you’re so sexy. Please I need you now, need your hole, please.”
“Oh baby, begging and I didnt even have to ask.”
Minho reached between his thighs running his hand through the arousal that had gathered there. He placed the fingers against Jisung’s lips in a silent command to open. Jisung took them down hungrily, moaning at the taste of Minho.
The feeling of Jisung’s tongue wrapping lewdly around Minho’s fingers finally made him snap. He retook his position in Jisung’s lap, lining up his cock with his entrance and looking into Jisung’s eyes for approval.
“Ready my sweet boy?” Minho asked, voice husky after taking Jisung deep in his throat.
Jisung whimpered and let a barely there “please,” tumble from his lips. Minho let not a second pass before sinking down on Jisung’s cock, pulling a wanton moan from the two of them.
Once Minho’s hips were flush with Jisung’s he stayed still for a moment, leaning to pepper kisses all over Jisung’s face.
“My good boy, always make me feel so good love you so much,” Minho pressed a soft kiss to Jisung’s lips before rocking his hips.
He was addicted to the sounds of Jisung. He loved how whiny and desperate he got when Minho was tight around him.
Minho quickly set a rapid pace, alternating between bouncing and grinding his hips. After a while Minho began to grow tired and leaned forward, pressing desperate kisses to Jisung’s mouth. He began to grind desperately on onto his boyfriend, the added stimulation causing moans to pour from him.
“God I love when you start to fall apart on top of me,” Jisung breathed, beginning to buck his hips up to meet Minho’s. Minho nodded, building orgasm pulling the breath from his lungs.
“Jisung’s close,” Minho breathed.
Panting moans synced with Minho’s hips as white hot pleasure broke in his stomach.
“Jisung, Jisung..” The name fell like a prayer off Minho’s tongue as he road the wave after wave of his pleasure out.
Once the aftershocks of his orgasm had passed Minho dropped his weight onto Jisung’s chest, breathing heavy after such an intense orgasm.
Jisung placed a few kisses on Minho's sweat soaked forehead— a soft hand running down his back.
“I love you so much Minho.”
Minho pressed halfhearted kisses to Jisung’s chest where he collapsed while catching his breath.
“Love you too Sungie.”
For a moment longer they lay like that before Minho’s hips began to move, teasing on Jisung’s still hard dick inside him.
At first Jisung barely noticed until Minho squeezed his walls tight around Jisung’s cock and a moan fell from him.
“How close are you baby?” Minho asked, speed building up once again.
“Just a little bit longer. Almost there,” Jisung replied, voice breathy.
Minho sat back up, hips bouncing against Jisung’s. His legs protested but he ignored it, focusing on the pride swelling in his chest at Jisung’s pleasure twisted features.
“Minho fuck fuck- I’m gonna-“
With a few more motions Minho felt Jisung’s hips lift off the bed up into him and soon after hot cum began to fill him. Minho continued to move against Jisung, helping him ride the pleasure until his hips fell to the mattress.
Once again Minho leaned down, leaving Jisung’s cock inside him for as long as possible and ignoring the cum slowly leaking from inside him.
For a long while they lay chest to chest, trading kisses and I love you’s. Eventually Jisung began to doze off and Minho giggled, shaking his boyfriend gently awake.
“Hey baby we gotta get your cum off us,” He whispered. Jisung groaned in protest, still half asleep.
Minho pulled himself off Jisung’s now soft cock, grimacing when sticky cum mixed with his own dry arousal down his thighs. He quickly retreated to the bathroom to grab a warm towel and clean himself up before returning to the bed to run the warm towel along Jisung’s skin.
“Come on you big baby we gotta put pyjamas back on,” Minho said, tossing the towel to their pile of dirty laundry.
“Nope.” Jisung replied, voice heavy with sleep. He reached up to wrap his arms around Minho and pulled him into bed, the element of surprise allowing the smaller man to wrap himself tightly around Minho before he could protest. In seconds Minho was trapped under the weight of his boyfriend's embrace and there was quite honestly no place he would rather be.