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“That’s Han Jisung?”

Minho glances across the crowded room and eyes the man up and down. Takes in the baggy jeans that look a size-too-big and the obnoxious chains around his neck. The rings adorning his fingers and his black chipped nails. The eyebrow piercing and the shaggy hair. The crop top.

He turns back to Hyunjin and gives him a look of disbelief.

“Yup, that’s him,” Hyunjin grins, leaning back against the fireplace with a cup in his hand. He brings it to his mouth and takes a sip.

They’re in Chan’s dingy basement right now, hanging out with friends and friends-of-friends as they drink booze and listen to shitty mixtapes. The air is a little hazy from the first year smoking weed over by the window, so Minho squints to see through it.

Maybe he was looking at the wrong person. There’s no way that could be him.

“That guy, right over there,” Minho attempts to clarify, gesturing in the guy’s general direction so he doesn’t look too suspicious. “The one standing next to Changbin.”

Hyunjin nods confidently.

Minho presses his lips together and eyes the guy one more time, scanning his thin frame and round cheeks. He turns back to his friend, still not entirely convinced.

“The twink with the belly button piercing and the crop top that says Boy Toy,” Minho says incredulously. “He’s the one that fucked you? The guy who you said had a ‘crazy tongue and a huge cock’?”

“What, you don’t believe me?” Hyunjin says, a wicked grin on his face. He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and waves it around in the air. “I have video evidence.”

Minho wrinkles his nose, suddenly regretting this conversation. “Ew, no thanks,” he says. “I don’t wanna see your skinny ass getting railed.”

Hyunjin shrugs and sticks his phone back in his pocket. “Suit yourself.”

Rolling his eyes, Minho turns his head to the side and brings his cup to his mouth before taking a sip. The cheap vodka burns as it makes its way down his throat, reminding him of why they never let Chan buy the alcohol for these parties, even though it’s his place. The senior never drinks, so he doesn’t know what’s good and just ends up buying whatever’s cheapest.

Minho eventually lowers his cup again, unable to get the conversation out of his head. Call it curiosity, or whatever, but he feels like he has to know more about this ‘Jisung’ guy.

“So you’re telling me you just asked him to sleep with you, and he was down?”

“I mean, I still flirted with the guy a little first, but it wasn’t hard to convince him to fuck me,” Hyunjin says, swirling around the contents in his cup before throwing back the rest. “Though that may have just been because of my good looks and natural charm.”

Hyunjin winks at him and Minho rolls his eyes. He leans back against the fireplace next to the younger and looks out across the room at the rest of their friend group.

Seungmin is caught up in what seems to be a very passionate discussion with some kid from his physics class; meanwhile, his friend Jeongin continues to smoke weed over by the window (which isn’t even cracked open, by the way). Chan and Felix are making out on the couch and they look like they’re seconds away from needing a private room. Oh, and Changbin is standing right in front of the speakers next to that Jisung kid―the one who apparently railed Hyunjin so hard that he hasn’t been able to stop talking about it for the past week.

Minho wasn’t at the last party, so he has no idea if the blonde is telling the truth or not. To be honest, he’s never even heard of this ‘Han Jisung’ guy before. All he knows is that he’s a recent friend of Changbin’s from one of his music production classes.

And apparently the owner of a massive cock (Hyunjin’s words, not his).

Minho’s not buying it. There’s no way that twink over there in the crop top is hung like a horse. His waist is literally the size of Minho’s thigh. Every time he moves, his legs bow inwards like a baby deer. And he’s wearing fucking eyeliner. Minho can’t tell if he’s emo, or just incredibly gay.

“I can tell you’re thinking about it,” Hyunjin says, nudging him with his elbow knowingly. “He’s pretty cute, isn’t he?”

He is pretty cute, but Minho would never admit that out loud.

“How did his dick even reach your ass?” he asks instead. “He’s, like, a whole foot shorter than you.” He’s not even exaggerating, the kid is short. Possibly even shorter than him

Hyunjin snorts. “There’s this thing called laying down during sex. You should try it next time.”

Maybe he’ll try it with Han Jisung.

If Minho weren’t going through a particularly rough dry spell right now, he wouldn’t even consider hooking up with a stranger like this (especially one who’s already been balls-deep in his best friend). But he hasn’t slept with anyone ever since he broke up with his ex six months ago, and he’s really starting to get tired of his right hand. He just wants to feel something a little warmer, a bit more life-like, than silicone up his ass, for crying out loud!

He’d probably let Hyunjin fuck him, if the blonde wasn’t so whiny during sex (Minho learned this the hard way when they lost their virginities to each other during their freshman year). That’s how desperate Minho is. At this point, the only options he has left are to pick up someone from a bar, or, well… this.

He turns to look at Han Jisung again.

Even from all the way over here, Minho can tell that the younger is talking obnoxiously loud, though he can’t really make out what he’s saying. There’s a stupid look on his face as he recounts his story with cocky arrogance and sadly enough, Minho actually finds it kind of hot. Just like he finds his piercings and his stupid black nails hot. He pictures the younger fucking him with those nails and shudders a little, heat coursing through his abdomen.

What if the guy is just as good in bed as Hyunjin says he is? Then Minho would be missing out. Minho doesn’t like missing out on important things (unless it involves his fear of heights, which shouldn’t be a problem here).

“I think I’m gonna go introduce myself,” Minho finally decides, setting his now empty cup on the mantle. He adjusts his sweater, pulling it to the side so it hangs loosely off his shoulder, exposing more skin.

“Good luck,” Hyunjin says with a shit-eating grin. He’s definitely going to bug Minho about this later. “Oh, and don’t be too surprised when you find out what else he’s hiding down there. Makes the whole experience feel ten times better, I swear.”

Whatever the hell that means.

Minho slowly makes his way across the basement, hoping that Jisung doesn’t have some kind of weird fourth appendage hidden in his pants as he approaches the circle over by the stereo. He goes to Changbin first, seeing as they’re already friends.

“Seo,” he greets, bumping their shoulders together. It causes the alcohol to slosh around in the younger’s cup and he stumbles a bit, clearly already drunk.

Changbin turns to him and his eyes light up in recognition. “Minho hyung, hey!” he slurs, wrapping a muscular arm around his shoulder. It sparks something in Minho’s poor, sex-deprived brain and he leans into the touch.

He’d probably let Changbin fuck him too, if it wouldn’t make things weird. Hell, at this point, Minho would let any of his friends fuck him. He’d even get in between Felix and Chan over there on the couch—maybe take both of their cocks at the same time.

Minho shakes his head, trying to focus back on the task at hand (he’ll save that thought for later). He turns to Changbin before flickering his gaze to the man standing next to him.

Han Jisung is, unfortunately for Minho, even hotter up close. Without anyone blocking his view, he can now make out some of the smaller details on the younger’s face―like his pouty lower lip and the piercing in his eyebrow; his soft but slightly chiseled jawline. He can even see the hint of a tattoo peeking out from beneath his crop top that runs up and down the side of his ribcage before disappearing into his waistband.

“Who’s your friend?” Minho asks, trying to appear nonchalant as he nods in Jisung’s direction. As if he hasn’t already heard about his cock in explicit detail, down to the very centimeter.

‘He was at least twenty centimeters, I swear. I even measured it with my hand.’ (Minho thinks Hyunjin was exaggerating.)

“Shit, I forgot you haven’t met Jisung yet,” Changbin says with a silly grin. He grabs the younger by the front of his shirt—right in between his pecs—and quite literally drags him over until he’s standing in front of them. Jisung stumbles in surprise, eyes going wide as he puffs his cheeks and sticks his lower lip out. “Minho hyung, this is Han Jisung. He’s one of my juniors in the music department.” Then he turns to Jisung. “Ji, this is Minho hyung. He looks kinda scary, but he doesn’t bite.”

No promises.

Minho’s lips twitch into a half-smile. “Nice to meet you, Jisung,” he says pleasantly, forcing himself to appear amicable as he offers his hand for the younger to shake.

“Likewise,” Jisung replies, innocent expression morphing into one of confidence as he reaches forward to take the elder’s hand. Minho watches those black fingernails wrap around the back of his palm, mesmerized. His grip is stronger than Minho thought it would be and it sends a shiver down his spine. He may be skinny, but those biceps are no joke. “Are you the same year as Changbin?”

Minho looks back up and shakes his head. “I’m in the year above. A senior.”

Jisung hums. “You’re two grades above me, then. Hyung.”

The word is meant to be a sign of respect, but it doesn’t feel that way as it rolls tauntingly off of Jisung’s tongue. Like he’s looking down on him, even though Minho can clearly see that he’s a centimeter or two shorter, now that he’s up close. He doesn’t know how to feel about it.

Minho belatedly realizes that they’re still holding hands and he flushes, immediately pulling his fingers from the younger’s grip.

“Jisungie here is my little protégé,” Changbin says, clapping the younger on the back proudly. “Or is it prodigy? Either way, he’s super fucking talented. He can rap and sing.”

“Is that so?” Minho asks, cocking an eyebrow at the younger, mildly impressed. Changbin doesn’t give out compliments like that lightly.

Jisung nods and scans Minho from head to toe with a heated gaze. His eyes linger on the sliver of skin exposed by the loose collar of his sweater and Minho absentmindedly hopes that the younger likes what he sees.

“Yeah, I’ve been told I’m very good with my mouth,” Jisung says, lips pulling to the side flirtatiously.

Minho suppresses a smirk. Bingo. He has Jisung right where he wants him.

He smiles and flutters his lashes. “People usually say the same thing about my hips. I’m a dancer, by the way.”

“Oh?” Jisung raises an eyebrow. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

One of the speakers they’re standing next to suddenly goes out and Changbin curses under his breath.

“Shit, not again,” the junior groans, turning to look at the mix station on the other side of the basement. Minho doesn’t know what he was expecting―the thing looks like it’s on its last breath. Probably has been for a while now. He gives them an exasperated look. “Just keep each other entertained for a minute, I’ll be back in a sec.”

And then he’s walking away, leaving Minho to face Mr. Boy Toy all by himself.

The rest of their friend group seems to have migrated towards the drink table at some point in their conversation, so now it’s just the two of them standing over by the corner. Minho can see his friend smirking at him from the other side of the room, so he shoots Hyunjin a glare before turning to face Jisung again.

“Do you wanna grab a drink?” he asks, noticing the lack of a red Solo cup in the younger’s hand.

“Actually, I was thinking about looking for a place to smoke,” Jisung says, patting a hand over his pocket where Minho can see the faint rectangular outline of a box of cigarettes. “Do you know of any? You know, besides the closed window over there.” He nods at the first year who’s now leaning against the (still very closed) window, and the dancer laughs.

“Yeah, there’s a balcony up in Chan’s room,” he says, jerking a thumb towards the staircase. Minho can already see where this is headed, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit excited. He wants to find out what the hype is all about. “I can take you there, if you want.”

“That would be great,” Jisung grins. Minho just barely catches the mischievous glint in his eye.

“Cool. Follow me, then.”

They weave their way through the crowd of people just as the speaker starts working again (Changbin can be heard cheering loudly in the background).

The townhouse Chan rents with his frat bros isn’t very big, so it doesn’t take them long to get to their destination. It’s just up one staircase, a few doors to the left, and then Minho’s picking the lock on Chan’s door with the bobby pin he always keeps in his back pocket.

“He won’t mind,” Minho shrugs at the amused look on Jisung’s face. The door finally clicks and he pushes it open before stepping back to let the younger go in first.

The air is a bit chilly out on Chan’s tiny balcony, but Minho barely notices it as Jisung reaches for the carton in his pants and shakes out a cigarette.

“Do you smoke?” Jisung asks, raising the stick to his mouth and clamping it between his teeth.

“Sometimes,” Minho says as he leans against the railing. He’s been trying not to for the past few months after his uncle got diagnosed with lung cancer, but Jisung doesn’t need to know that.

Not like he’s been successful, anyway.

The younger offers the carton to him. “Want one?”

“Sure, why not.”

Minho takes one of the cigarettes from the carton and brings it to his own lips before pulling a pastel pink lighter out of his pocket—because even though he’s trying to quit, he still carries the damn thing around with him everywhere like it’s a missing limb. It has its uses, anyway―like that time when the pilot light in his oven went out. He only noticed because his entire apartment smelled like gasoline.

He lights the butt of his cigarette and takes a quick drag before turning back to the younger, who’s currently patting at his jeans.

“Shit, I think I forgot my lighter,” Jisung says with a frown. He looks up at Minho with those big, pleading eyes of his and the dancer feels his cock twitch in his pants. “Mind if I borrow yours?”

Minho nods and holds his lighter out, expecting the younger to take it.

Instead, Jisung wraps his fingers around his wrist and drags him closer, until there’s barely a foot of space between them. His eyes widen in surprise and he holds his breath as he watches the younger bring the lighter (and his hand) to the butt of his cigarette before flicking it on with his thumb.

The flame sparks up between them and Jisung carefully leans forward with the cigarette clenched between his teeth, accentuating the harsh angle of his jawline. It makes Minho feel even hotter than the fire does. He flicks it off when he’s done.

“Thanks," Jisung says, pulling away to smirk at the dancer as he takes a drag of his now-lit cigarette.

“N-no problem,” Minho stutters embarrassingly (damn, he’s really off his game). He feels a twinge of disappointment when the younger lets go of his wrist and tries not to think about those black nails wrapped around other things—like his cock, or his throat.

Maybe Jisung will choke him if he asks nicely …

Shoving the thought (and his boner) down, Minho turns back to the railing and looks out at the street below them. There’s a few college kids wandering around on the sidewalk, probably on their way either to or from one of the bars near campus. He brings his cigarette to his mouth and takes a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before slowly breathing it out.

“So, how come we’ve never met before?” Jisung asks, filling the air with his own cloud of smoke.

Minho shrugs and turns to look at the younger, admiring his side profile under the full moon.

Shit, he really is handsome. Shame this is only a one night stand. He wouldn’t mind waking up to a face like that every morning.

“Guess we were just never in the same place at the same time,” Minho eventually says, getting distracted by the way Jisung’s lips wrap around his cigarette. He’s starting to think he might actually be disappointed if things don't work out between them tonight.

“That’s a shame. Would’ve loved to have met you sooner.”

Minho snorts. He probably uses that same pickup line on everyone. This guy’s definitely a player.

“Sounds like you met my friend first. You remember Hwang Hyunjin?” Might as well address the elephant in the room. It’s why he’s here, anyway.

A flicker of recognition crosses the younger’s face. “Oh yeah, Hyunjin,” he chuckles in amusement. “Pretty blonde with a nice waist, but super whiny in bed. Yeah, I remember him.” He turns to face Minho and leans his elbow on the railing, causing the hem of his shirt to ride up and expose more of his abs. And his tattoo. And his belly button piercing. Minho has no idea where to look. “Why? Did he say anything about me?”

Minho tears his eyes away from the younger’s drool-worthy stomach and glances back up at him sheepishly. “Just that you were good in bed,” he blurts out, face beginning to heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“Ah, I see.” Jisung smirks and takes a step closer, nearly caging Minho in against the railing. “Is that why you came over to me downstairs? To find out if it was true?”

Minho shrugs again. His eyes flicker down to Jisung’s lips, which are now only a few inches from his own. If they were to kiss, he thinks their mouths would fit together perfectly—Jisung’s full, pouty lower lip against his upper one.

He swallows hard. “Guess I just wanted to see what all the hype was about.”

Jisung’s face splits into a smug grin. “Well then why didn’t you just say so?”

The younger crushes his cigarette under his foot before finally closing the space between them.

Just as Minho expected, Han Jisung is a great kisser. He tastes like smoke and cheap alcohol as he grabs Minho by the waist and slots their lips together, immediately licking into his mouth and coaxing little sounds of pleasure out of him with his tongue―which is also pierced, by the way, though Minho shouldn’t really be surprised by now.

It’s been such a long time since he’s been kissed like this that Minho doesn’t even think twice about it before letting his eyes slide shut and giving in to Jisung’s touch, returning the younger’s energy in equal fervor as he explores his mouth. He wraps his arms around Jisung’s neck, careful not to burn him with his cigarette as he takes his other hand and threads his fingers through his hair, tugging hard enough to draw out a gravely moan that shoots right down his spine and sparks arousal in the pit of his stomach.

Minho’s relationship with his ex had grown stale at the end, so he’s not used to the kind of raw passion that he’s experiencing right now. It’s white-hot and searing. Electric. His head goes dizzy when Jisung slips his fingers beneath his sweater and digs his nails into his skin, creating little trails of fire along his waist as he pulls him closer until their fronts meet and he can just barely feel the outline of the younger’s cock slowly hardening against his thigh. It has Minho shivering in anticipation as he tries to gauge the size in his head.

Jisung suddenly turns them around and Minho scrambles to put his cigarette out on the railing before he’s being backed up against the sliding door to Chan’s bedroom.

“Fuck, wait,” Minho pants, breaking away from the kiss for just a second when he remembers they’re still out on the balcony (aka in prime view of the street, which is currently teeming with drunk college students). “We should probably go inside before someone sees us.”

The younger smirks and ducks down to mouth at the side of his neck. “Let them see, I don’t care.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but I really don’t want the entire neighborhood to see my ass, so.”

Jisung pulls away with a pout that’s almost cute enough to make Minho reconsider getting arrested for public nudity. “Alright, fine.”

They somehow manage to get the door open with Jisung mouthing at the older’s neck distractingly, and then they stumble through the dark back into Chan’s room. Minho mentally apologizes to his hyung for the things he’s about to do on his mattress as he shimmies out of his pants and boxers before hopping up onto his bed.

“You think he has condoms in here?” Jisung asks as he works on his zipper.

Minho hopes to god Chan does, but he wouldn’t put it past him and Felix to be fucking each other raw. With how horny he is right now, he might actually be desperate enough to let Jisung do the same.

“Maybe check the nightstand,” Minho says, pulling his sweater over his head and tossing it somewhere on the floor. His cock is already rock solid, so he settles back against the pillows and reaches down to palm himself, eager to finally feel something other than his own hand or the plethora of sex toys he has hidden away in his closet.

He hears Jisung’s pants hit the ground, and then there’s some shuffling as the younger stumbles around in the dark. It’s hard to see much without the light on, but Jisung manages to find his way to the nightstand by the sound of it. There’s a few more seconds of rummaging before he finally switches on the lamp next to Chan’s bed, bathing the room in a dull amber.

Minho blinks at the sudden influx of light and he turns to look at Jisung over by the nightstand. His gaze instinctively travels downwards and his jaw immediately drops open in shock.

“What the hell is that?!” Minho all but screeches, eyes going wide as they land on the … thing hanging between Jisung’s legs. He blinks five times in rapid succession, just to make sure he’s not imaging it.

Nope, it’s still there. At least twenty centimeters long, and flushed at the tip as it curves up towards the man’s belly button where his piercing sits flush against his tanned skin.

Holy shit … is what Hyunjin said actually true?

The younger turns to him curiously and holds up a small foil packet in his right hand. “A condom?” he asks, staring at Minho like he’s crazy.

Minho just gapes at him. “No, not the condom!” The older looks down. Looks back up. He swallows hard and gestures vaguely in the direction of Jisung’s crotch. “That!”

Jisung furrows his brows before looking down again. He finally seems to catch on to what Minho’s talking about and frowns, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a few pumps (which is a sight in and of itself, especially with that stupid crop top he still has on). “My dick? Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Minho echoes with a scoff. He brings his knees together, suddenly self-conscious of his own size in the face of that fucking behemoth over there. “Are you crazy? That thing is massive! There’s no way it’s gonna fit inside me!”

He can’t believe Hyunjin was actually telling the truth!

Despite being at least an inch shorter than him and having a waist the size of Minho’s pinky, Han Jisung’s dick is intimidatingly huge. He wouldn’t be surprised if the condom they found in Chan’s nightstand is too small. Jisung probably needs an XXL, or something like that. Even a sock wouldn’t be big enough to cover everything!

Okay, maybe he’s being a tad bit dramatic, but still. With a dick like that, Han Jisung is going to absolutely destroy his asshole.

(Minho’s already salivating at the thought of it).

The younger’s mouth twitches into a cocky smile. “Ah, I see what the problem is,” he says, grabbing a half-empty bottle of lube out of Chan’s nightstand before slamming the drawer shut. He throws everything onto the comforter and pulls his shirt over his head, drawing Minho’s attention to yet another tattoo, as well his nipple piercings (hot―Minho didn’t even know he was into that) before climbing over top of him, a ridiculously smug look on his stupidly handsome face. “Don’t worry, babe. That’s what the lube is for.” He trails his fingers along Minho’s thigh before ducking down to whisper in his ear, “I’ll make sure you’re all nice and prepped before I put it in.”

Minho shivers at the mental image as the younger’s warm breath tickles his skin. Meanwhile, Jisung begins slowly kissing down the side of his neck, making sure to leave plenty of hickeys for him to find when he looks at himself in the mirror tomorrow morning. He has half a mind to scold the younger for it (they’re definitely gonna be a bitch to cover up), but whatever protests he has immediately die on the tip of his tongue the moment Jisung reaches down and touches him.

“Shit,” Minho hisses, fighting the urge to curl in on himself. The cool metal of the younger’s rings are a sharp contrast to the heated skin of his cock, but it’s still a million times better than his own hand, which is the only thing he’s gotten action from in the past six months. Minho could almost cry at how good it feels.

“Do you have a preference for how you want this to go?” Jisung asks, beginning to massage Minho’s cock in slow, languid strokes.

“Y-you mean like top or bottom?” Minho stutters, head going fuzzy the more Jisung touches him. It's embarrassing how quickly he folds after such a long dry spell. He clearly needed this.

Jisung chuckles low in his throat, apparently finding Minho’s answer amusing. “There’s no way I’m not fucking you tonight,” he says, leaning back on his thighs and reaching for the bottle of lube. He pops the cap open and begins stroking his own cock, looking like a literal sex god in crop top with the rest of his tattoo trailing down the side of his thigh in bold, dark letters. “I meant position-wise. Missionary, doggy-style, laying on your side …”

“Oh, um.” Minho blushes like the fucking virgin that he’s not and turns to look at a crack on Chan’s wall so he doesn’t get distracted by how hot Jisung looks right now. “I guess it doesn’t really m-matter.”

The younger could fuck him sideways, for all he cares. He just needs Jisung’s cock inside of him as soon as possible.

“Do you mind if we sixty-nine first? I really wanna eat you out while you suck my cock.”

Minho’s brain malfunctions for a second before it reboots. “S-sure, I―we can d-do that.”

Jisung grins. “Cool. Let’s switch positions, then.”

After a bit of maneuvering, they manage to get Jisung on his back with Minho hovering over top of him, the tip of his dick brushing against the younger’s chin as he faces his cock, which is even more daunting up close. Minho tries not to let his thighs tremble as he takes it all in, nearly going cross-eyed in the process.

Now that it’s right in front of him, Minho can confidently say that Jisung’s dick is definitely more than twenty centimeters long. It might even be closer to thirty, if he’s being totally honest, and it’s girthy too, to the point where Minho’s not even sure if his fingers would touch if he wrapped them around the base. There’s no way this thing is going to fit inside of him.

But it’s been six months since Minho’s had anything other than silicone up his ass, and he’ll be damned if he walks out of this room tonight without a limp.

“Everything okay down there?” Jisung asks, smoothing a hand down Minho’s thigh as he begins to circle his rim with a lubed finger.

Minho snaps out of his dick-induced trance and nods before remembering the younger probably can’t see him. “Y-yeah, just … hyping myself up, I guess,” he says pathetically. As if he hasn’t spent the past four years of his college career getting twisted like a pretzel, only to crumble in the face of a crop top-wearing twink. Somebody needs to revoke his gay card.

Jisung chuckles and it sends a shiver down Minho’s spine. “Just go slow, okay?” he says, prodding at his hole with his fingertip. “Do what you can, and let me take care of the rest. I wanna make you feel good.”

Minho suppresses a whimper as Jisung slides his finger the rest of the way in and nods dumbly before reaching for the younger’s cock. He feels something smooth brush against his skin and tilts his head to the side curiously, only to freeze when he sees two rows of silver balls decorating the underside. It takes his brain a few seconds to process what he’s looking at.

Holy shit.

Jisung’s dick is pierced.

“Are these real?” Minho gawks, scanning up and down the younger’s length incredulously as he counts the number of horizontal piercings in his head. One, two, three, four, five, six … six piercings in total, with a silver ball on each end.

This must be what Hyunjin was talking about when he said that the younger was 'hiding something’ down there.

“Oh yeah,” Jisung chuckles, casually starting to fuck Minho with his finger. “Forgot to warn you about those. Don’t worry, they’re not sensitive.”

That’s definitely not what Minho was worried about. He’s never fucked a guy with dick piercings before, but it’s so hot it almost makes him feel dizzy.

Can these things really make sex feel better?

That’s what Hyunjin said, and it looks like he’s been telling the truth so far, at least. Minho eyes the piercings curiously as he starts stroking Jisung up and down, feeling the metal beads rub against his fingers and imagining them inside of him instead.

Maybe.

Minho can’t wait to find out.

Before he can do that, however, he needs to feel this thing inside of his mouth as soon as possible, otherwise he might actually go crazy.

Pushing past the arousal clouding his brain, Minho brings the younger’s cock to his mouth before wrapping his lips around the head. The size is definitely much bigger than he’s used to, but Minho has never been a quitter―especially when it comes to sucking dick. He just hollows his cheeks and goes slow like the younger told him to, only taking in a few inches at a time before attempting to test out the limits of his boundaries and sinking down further.

God, how he’s missed this. The feeling of Jisung’s cock in his mouth is a nice, comforting weight on his tongue that Minho hasn’t felt in ages. He hums pleasantly around the younger’s girth, only for the sound to break off into a moan a few seconds later as Jisung slips another finger inside his hole and starts fucking him open.

“You feel a little tense down here,” Jisung states, like he’s making an observation about the weather. It’s gonna be chilly tonight, so make sure you bring a jacket! His fingers brush against the older’s prostate and Minho shudders. “When was the last time someone fucked you?”

Minho’s face heats up in embarrassment as he lets Jisung’s cock fall from his mouth. He wants to say ‘it’s none of your business,’ but it’s a little hard when he feels a third finger slip in and his back instinctively bows in response.

“A w-while ago,” he stutters, squeezing his eyes shut as he bites back a moan. It’s not fair that Jisung seems totally composed when he’s already fighting not to lose control of himself. He wants to see Jisung fall apart, too.

“Poor baby. No wonder you were so eager downstairs.” Before Minho can feel embarrassed about how obvious he apparently was, the younger sinks his fingers back in and nudges against his prostate tauntingly, completely derailing his train of thought. “Don’t worry, hyung. I’ll take good care of you.”

Minho lets out a low moan as Jisung spreads his cheeks before finally breaching his hole with his tongue.

The sensation of the hot muscle inside of him, paired with Jisung’s tongue piercing prodding against his rim, is almost euphoric. It’s been so long since Minho’s been eaten out that he forgot how good it feels as Jisung begins fucking him open with both his tongue and his fingers simultaneously, nudging against his prostate on every other thrust until his thighs are shaking and he can barely think straight. It’s enough to have Minho’s arms giving out as he leans his head against Jisung’s thigh, panting against his skin as he tugs weakly at the younger’s cock.

Oh, right―Jisung’s cock. That’s supposed to be in his mouth right now, isn’t it?

Minho blinks his eyes open and attempts to guide it back to his lips, choking on a moan when Jisung curls his fingers just right as he tongues at the head and laps up a bead of salty precome. He parts his lips and sinks back down on the younger’s length until the tip hits the back of his throat and begins fisting whatever he can’t reach with his mouth (which is a lot, apparently; Minho has no idea how this thing is going to fit inside of him). A particularly hard thrust against his prostate has Minho lurching forward and he gags as he chokes on the younger’s cock.

“Fuck, baby,” Jisung moans, pulling away for a second to catch his breath. “Yeah, just like that.”

He lets go of Minho’s ass to thread his fingers through his hair instead, and then he’s pushing his head down without warning, forcing the older to take more of his cock until his eyes are watering and spit dribbles out the sides of his mouth, aiding the slick glide of his fist. It’s so hot that Minho can’t help but moan as he arches his back and wiggles his hips invitingly, practically begging for the younger’s tongue again.

His wish is granted as Jisung starts eating him out sloppily, the sound of spit and lube squelching in the air as he licks around his rim and fucks him with his fingers. Meanwhile, Minho does his best to take as much of the younger’s length as he can, bobbing his head up and down as the blunt tip of Jisung’s cock bruises his throat. It’s wet and it’s messy, and it’s everything that Minho didn’t know he needed until now.

It also has him dangerously close to the edge in just a matter of minutes.

It’s been a while since the last time Minho had sex, so obviously his stamina isn’t quite up to par with what it used to be. He can already feel his orgasm quickly approaching as Jisung abuses his prostate, ramming his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves until Minho is shaking, little noises of pleasure spilling past his lips.

Scared that he’s going to come too soon, Minho tries to pull off the younger’s cock so he can warn him about it—only for Jisung to tighten his grip in his hair and buck his hips upwards, effectively cutting off any further protests as he thrusts into the tight cavern of his throat. Minho’s eyes widen in surprise, and he chokes on the younger’s cock as it suddenly hits him.

White-hot pleasure shoots down Minho’s spine as he comes all over the younger’s chest with a muffled sob. His eyes well up with tears as his body curls in on itself, the feeling of his orgasm so intensely mind-numbing that he almost forgets to breathe through his nose as Jisung continues to hold him down firmly on his cock, stretching his lips around his wide girth until it burns.

Desperate for relief, Minho digs his fingers into the younger’s thighs and whimpers around his length until Jisung finally eases his grip. He pulls off with a loud pop and starts coughing as he tries to catch his breath, spit dribbling out of his mouth onto the bedsheets.

“There you go, hyung,” Jisung says, slipping his fingers out and smoothing his hands down Minho’s thighs comfortingly, smearing spit and lube all over his damp skin. “Take it easy. You did so good for me.”

Minho shivers at the praise and lets the younger’s touch soothe him as he leans his cheek against Jisung’s thigh. It feels like he’s floating on cloud nine, so utterly blissed out that he’s not even in the same atmosphere.

Holy shit, that was …

“I think you killed me,” he chuckles pathetically, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His voice is hoarse and his limbs feel like jello. Or maybe pudding. He likes pudding better.

“So no round two, then?”

Minho laughs and shakes his head. “No, you’re definitely fucking me. I just need a minute.”

Maybe two. He still can’t feel his legs.

“Here, why don’t you come cuddle for a bit.” Jisung helps him rearrange his body so that he’s laying on his bare chest instead of staring directly at his balls. Minho appreciates the effort and allows himself to relax a little, eyes catching onto the younger’s nipple piercings again as they glint under the warm light of Chan’s lamp.

Damn, is there any part of this guy that isn’t pierced? Minho didn’t really think he was into this kind of stuff, but he can’t even deny how hot it is—though that could just be because of Jisung’s killer body. He’s pretty built for a twink, with nice pecs and abs that Minho would love to run his tongue all over.

“You know,” Jisung starts as he drags his fingers up and down Minho’s back lazily. “Changbin told me about you, but I didn’t realize you’d be this cute.”

Minho raises an eyebrow. “Changbin was talking about me?” he asks, glancing up at the younger and noticing the hint of stubble on his chin. He belatedly registers the fact that Jisung just called him ‘cute’ and feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Why? What did he say?”

“Just that you were a bit of a brat,” Jisung chuckles, feeling along the knobs of his spine. His deft fingers work to slowly ease the tension from his body. “... and that you’re exactly my type.”

Minho snorts. “Was that before, or after you fucked my best friend?”

He’s not about to let some crop-top-wearing twink sweet talk him into feeling special (no matter how big his dick is …)

“After,” the younger quickly answers. “I didn’t realize Changbin had a thing for your friend, otherwise I would’ve never fucked him in the first place.”

“How noble of you,” Minho teases, rolling his eyes lightheartedly. “I’m sure he appreciates the consideration.”

“Hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?”

More like the afterthought, Minho thinks to himself in amusement. He looks down at the younger’s chest and starts tracing the lines of his tattoo, sounding out the English letters in his head.

B-l-e-s-s-e-d. Blessed.

Han Jisung is certainly blessed―and Minho is fortunate enough to experience it.

“So, was he right?”

“Hm?”

Minho glances up and finds Jisung already staring at him, his chin tilted down towards his chest. His eyes flicker to the younger’s lips and he swallows. “About me being your type.”

“Oh, definitely,” Jisung grins. “I noticed you the moment you walked in. As a matter of fact, I was practically begging Changbin to introduce us. If you hadn’t come up to him earlier, I would’ve gone over there myself.”

“Really?” Minho finds that hard to believe. A guy like Jisung probably has plenty of people lining up to fuck him.

“I’m being dead serious. You’re, like, every guy’s wet dream. Intimidating, pretty …” He reaches down to squeeze Minho’s left buttcheek and winks at him. “And with a really nice ass, too.”

Minho rolls his eyes, ignoring the way his chest flutters as Jisung showers him with compliments. Despite being determined not to fall for the younger’s charms, he can already feel his cock slowly beginning to fill out again as Jisung continues to touch him, kneading the meat of his asscheek between his fingers as he trails the other hand up his spine.

“How do I know you’re not just saying that to get in my pants?” he mutters, trying not to let his mind wander too far as arousal pools in the pit of his stomach. It probably won’t be long until he’s ready to go again.

The younger huffs a laugh and slips a digit between his cheeks, his confidence doing bad things to Minho’s already fragile resolve (what a weak, weak man he is …) “I mean, I kinda did that already, didn’t I?”

Jisung rubs the pad of his finger over his hole and Minho’s mind shoots straight into the gutter.

It’s been a while since he’s had sex, okay? Six months isn’t easy. He’s allowed to be a little eager―especially when he has someone as hot as Han Jisung lying underneath him, with a cock the size of his forearm just waiting to destroy his ass.

Minho’s eyes flicker back down to the younger’s lips and he swallows hard. Fuck refractory periods―he needs Jisung’s cock inside of him now. “Then why don’t you finish what you started?”

The younger gives him one last heated look from beneath his lashes before leaning forward and finally reconnecting their lips.

They meet in the middle of a sloppy kiss as Jisung slips his fingers back inside the older and starts quickly working him open again, seeming just as eager to get things moving as he is. Minho can’t help but let out a needy moan at the sensation, the slick sounds of spit and lube filling the air as the younger licks into his mouth and draws out little whines of pleasure. He ruts his slowly hardening cock against Jisung’s thigh and blindly pats at the bedsheets until his fingers land on the condom they found in Chan’s nightstand earlier.

Grabbing the packet, Minho reluctantly breaks the kiss and sits up straight so he’s straddling the younger’s lap, causing Jisung’s fingers to slip out of him. He brings the condom to his mouth and impatiently tears the wrapper open with his teeth, wanting to feel Jisung’s cock inside of him as soon as possible.

“You sure you don’t want me to finger you a little more?” the younger asks, blinking up at Minho dazedly, his lips cherry red and pupils blown wide. Even with his eyeliner all smudged, Jisung is still so fucking hot that Minho has to stop himself from begging.

He shakes his head and rolls the condom down over Jisung’s cock, pleased to find that it fits (though just barely). “Don’t need it. Just fuck me already,” Minho pants, giving the younger an experimental tug and feeling the beads of his piercings rub against his fingers.

“But―”

“Please?”

Jisung snaps his mouth shut and studies him carefully. He must see the look of pure desperation on Minho’s face, because he quickly gives in. “Okay, fine, but let’s switch positions. It’ll be easier if you’re on your knees.”

Minho shivers as an absolutely diabolical moan threatens to escape his chest. He nods dumbly and lets the younger flip them over before effortlessly manhandling him onto his hands and knees, like he doesn’t carry at least twice Jisung’s weight in his thighs alone (stupid jacked-up twink). It’s so hot that Minho can’t even pretend to hide how eager he is anymore as he pushes his hips back in search of the younger’s cock, hungry to feel it inside of him.

(Six months, remember?)

Luckily, Jisung seems to get the message.

“I’ll go slow at first,” he says, lining the older’s hips up with his cock. He uses his free hand to spread Minho’s cheeks apart and nudges the blunt tip against his hole. “Just let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop, okay?”

Minho nods, unable to find his words as he holds his breath in anticipation.

The moment Jisung starts pushing in, it’s like everything else in the world ceases to exist. All of Minho’s senses are dulled except touch, every nerve ending shut down except for the ones connecting him to Jisung as the younger slowly stretches him around his cock. It definitely burns, but in a way that has Minho clutching at the bedsheets and arching his back as he begs for more, secretly yearning for that mixture of pleasure and pain that he hasn’t felt in so long―that he hasn’t felt ever, really, because he’s never fucked anyone with a cock as big as Jisung’s, and it has Minho drooling down his chin as he feels the first piercing finally breach his hole.

Fuck, first of six―they have so much more to go.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Jisung grunts, echoing Minho's line of thought as he curls his fingers around his waist and slowly sinks in, the perfect picture of self-restraint. Minho really has to commend him for holding back like this, because he already feels like he’s losing his mind and he’s not even the one moving. The younger groans as he sinks his cock in another centimeter. “So fucking tight. Even tighter than your friend.”

Minho whimpers. The thought of Jisung fucking Hyunjin right now goes straight to his brain and stirs up the little gremlin that lives there―the one who only comes out when he’s vulnerable like this. He shakes his head and stutters, “D-don’t mention … Hyunjin w-when you’re … i-inside m-me …”

Jisung cuts him off with a low grunt as he presses in further.

Two piercings.

Minho bows his back and shoves his forehead against the mattress, his jaw going slack as he feels every centimeter of the younger’s cock slowly filling him up.

“Why? Does that make you feel jealous, baby?” Jisung taunts, his voice strained despite the Herculean amount of self control he’s showing right now. It’s taking everything in him to not just sink his cock all the way in and start fucking the older senseless.

Three piercings.

Minho shakes his head again as his face heats up in shame. “J-just wan’ … wan’ you to f-fuck me.”

Jisung chuckles and tightens his grip on his waist before thrusting forward with a little more vigor. “Now that, I can do.”

Gritting his teeth, Minho grips the comforter and continues counting the rest of the piercings in his head until he’s fully seated on the younger’s cock. He can barely think straight by the time he gets to six, thighs trembling and head dizzy as he struggles not to collapse as the younger practically tears him in half with his thick length.

None of the dildos Minho has at home are anywhere near this big. He normally wouldn’t dare to venture outside of twenty centimeters, but Jisung is definitely much closer to thirty―which honestly just seems a little impractical, if you ask him.

Stupid twink and his ridiculously huge cock.

Jisung smooths a hand down the older’s back in an effort to placate him. “God, you look so pretty like this,” he says, slowly grinding his hips against Minho’s ass―except his dick is so long that it nudges against the older’s prostate and Minho’s eyes roll back in pleasure. “You take it so well, hyung. So good for me.”

Minho can barely speak right now, all of his thoughts and energy redirected to the place where their hips meet as he struggles to adjust to the size. He turns his head to the side so he’s not suffocating on Chan’s bedsheets and says, “J-just fuck me already, dammit.”

Jisung grins. “Changbin was right. You are a brat.” Then he pulls his hips back a few centimeters before driving them forward experimentally.

The first thrust is shallow, but it’s still enough to have Minho trembling as he feels the younger’s stupid piercings rub against his insides. It almost feels like one of those ‘ribbed for her pleasure condoms,’ but even better, somehow―probably because of the dick it’s attached to. Minho has a bit of a love-hate relationship with Jisung’s cock right now as the younger starts feeding him more of it with every languid roll of his hips, slowly building up his pace until he can take all of him at once.

When Jisung manages to nail his prostate on the next thrust, Minho immediately cries out in pleasure. “Oh god, right there,” he pants, fingers curling into the bedsheets as his eyes roll back in his skull.

“Here?” Jisung asks smugly, punctuating his question with another snap of his hips.

The action sends lightning shooting up Minho’s spine and he moans low in his throat as he arches his back instinctively. “Y-yeah, it feels―oh, fuck.”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Jisung slams back into his tight heat, driving his cock hard against his prostate and punching another strangled moan out of his chest. Clearly satisfied with his reaction, Jisung tightens his fingers around Minho’s waist with a smug grin and finally starts fucking him.

After six months of nothing but silicone up his ass, the feeling of Jisung’s cock moving inside of him―hot and warm, and thankfully human―is almost other-worldly. It has Minho’s eyes rolling back in his skull as he ducks down to muffle his cries against his forearm, smearing spit and tears all over his heated skin every time Jisung shoves him further up the bed with another harsh thrust. He tangles his fingers into the sheets and tries not to bang his head against the headboard as the younger begins fucking him relentlessly.

“God, you feel amazing, hyung,” Jisung grunts, sounding much more composed than Minho feels right now. He reaches back to pull the dancer’s cheeks apart, watching his cock sink in and out of his tight hole as he slams their hips together forcefully. “Wish you could see how gorgeous you look around my cock. It’s like you were made for me.”

Minho lets out a soft whimper at the praise. A part of him is tempted to reach for his cell phone and ask Jisung to film it, just so he can see it for himself later on. Then he’d have his own little Han Jisung sex tape―just like Hyunjin does.

Though his would definitely be better, of course.

Jisung smooths a hand down Minho’s back and the thought quickly leaves his head as he instinctively arches his hips. Just like this, Minho can feel every inch of the younger’s cock as it spears him open, can feel every piercing rubbing against his insides as he fucks him. It’s like nothing he’s ever experienced before, and it has his sanity quickly slipping between his fingers as lets the pleasure overtake him.

“F-fuck, it feels good,” Minho pants, unable to string together more than a few words as the lewd sounds of their hips slapping together grows louder in Chan’s bedroom. If anyone were standing outside right now, they’d surely hear Minho getting torn in half.

“Yeah, baby?” Jisung asks, his voice a little breathless in a way that has Minho’s cock twitching against his stomach, precome oozing from the tip as it bobs between his legs. He’s so close already. It’s been way too long since he’s been fucked like this. “You’re doing so good for me. Such a good boy.”

“Wha―ha-aah, oh fuck.”

Minho’s eyes go wide as the praise goes straight to his head, unexpectedly triggering a part of him that he didn’t even know existed before today. He feels his mind start to grow hazy as Jisung continues fucking him at a brutal pace, running his hands all over Minho’s back, his thighs, his chest. He reaches down and circles Minho’s cock, gives it a few quick pumps before coming back up to flick at his nipples. Pinches one between his thumb and his forefinger and draws out a breathless cry.

The younger leans down to run his tongue piercing along the outer shell of Minho’s ear and he nearly blacks out as all of his blood rushes straight to his dick.

Most of the guys he dated in the past were all exceedingly average in pretty much every aspect, so Minho’s not used to having sex with someone this dangerously attractive. He peers over his shoulder and catches sight of Jisung’s tattooed chest heaving with every languid thrust and nearly comes on the spot, his head going dizzy when he sees his black nails sinking into the skin of his waist. He wants to go back there and lick the sweat off his abs, wants to bite his nipple piercings between his teeth and see if they’re sensitive.

Jisung catches the older staring and smirks before changing his angle, fucking into Minho even deeper than before. Minho lets out a sharp cry and quickly turns back around, shoving his face into the comforter as he feels that familiar heat begin to build up in his stomach again.

“F-fuck, m’close,” Minho whimpers, fisting the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white as he tries to stave off his quickly approaching orgasm for the second time tonight.

“Already?” Jisung taunts, caging him in against the mattress, chest pressed against his back and those obnoxiously gaudy chains around his neck cold against his skin. Minho can feel his cock in his throat every time he snaps his hips. Can feel it scrambling the thoughts in his brain. “You gonna be a good boy and come for me, hyung?”

Minho nods desperately, way past the point of feeling shame. He doesn’t care how pathetic he probably looks right now, all cock-dumb and drooling all over himself. He wants to be good for Jisung―wants to come above all else―and he’ll do anything the younger tells him to.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” Jisung grunts. He sits back up and grabs Minho’s waist before snapping his hips forward, driving him further into the mattress. “I don’t think I’ll be able to fuck anyone else after this.” He grinds his cock into Minho’s prostate teasingly before pulling his hips back again. “Just so fucking good for me.” He punctuates his last sentence with a particularly brutal thrust and Minho lets out a sharp cry as heat shoots up his spine before he finally falls apart.

Stars burst behind Minho’s eyelids as he squeezes his eyes shut and moans in pleasure, his cock spurting thick ropes of white-hot come against the bedsheets (oops―sorry Chan). He tightens his grip on the comforter and tries to ride out the rest of his orgasm as Jisung continues fucking him at a mind-numbing pace, clearly chasing his own release as his hips grow erratic. It’s almost too much because of how big Jisung’s cock is, but Minho thankfully manages to hold on for a few more thrusts before the younger spills deep inside of him.

The sound that Jisung makes when he comes is so hot that it sends another wave of arousal shooting down Minho’s spine. He pictures the younger’s face screwed in pleasure, his teeth sinking into his plush lower lip as his piercings glint in the dull yellow light of the lamp next to the bed. He wonders if he’ll ever get to see it in person again.

Minho whines in oversensitivity when Jisung grinds his slowly softening cock against his prostate before finally pulling out.

“Okay, I think you definitely killed me this time,” he pants, collapsing against the bed with his ass sticking up in the air. Normally, he’d be a little more embarrassed to be seen in such a compromising position by a one-night-stand, but he’s currently too fucked-out to care.

Jisung chuckles at the sight and gives him a light pat on the butt before shuffling to the edge of the mattress. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he says, pulling the condom off before tying it.

“Yeah right,” Minho scoffs. “I’m never gonna be able to walk again. When the doctor asks me what happened, I’ll have to tell him that I was mauled by a twink with a giant cock.”

“Okay, well now you’re just being dramatic.”

Minho presses his lips together to hide the smile threatening to spread across his face. He rolls over onto his side so he can watch as the younger stands up from the bed before making his way over to the little trash bin next to Chan’s desk. He props his cheek up on his hand and admires the view, taking in every inch of deliciously tan skin and well-toned muscle. Even Jisung’s ass is perfect, and Minho is itching to get his hands on it; wants to feel the perky flesh underneath his finger tips.

Jisung tosses the used condom into the trash before turning back around to face him.

“So,” the younger says, flashing Minho a cocky smile as he makes his way back over to the bed. “Do you think you’re up for another round, or are you tapped out for tonight?”

Minho’s eyes go comically wide. “Absolutely not! You'd have to carry me out of here on a stretcher!”

Not that he wouldn’t enjoy being fucked by Han Jisung again―he just doesn’t know if he’d survive it twice in one night.

Jisung chuckles and reaches down to grab his shirt off the ground before using it to clean up the remaining come on his cock, the words Boy Toy now wrinkled as he balls it up in his hand. “I definitely wouldn’t mind getting your number, though. Just in case you ever wanna do this again.”

Minho raises an eyebrow. “Oh? You mean you don’t wanna fuck any of my other friends? I heard Seungmin is single, though I’m pretty sure he has some kind of situationship going on with that Jeongin kid.”

Jisung rolls his eyes and throws his come-covered crop top at him. “You really are a brat, aren’t you?”

“Okay, fine,” Minho giggles, batting away the soiled fabric and shooting the younger a smile as Jisung perches himself on the edge of the mattress. “I’ll give you my number, but only if you never wear this stupid shirt again. That thing is dangerous.”

By ‘dangerous’, he means mostly for his own mental health (he doesn’t wanna get a boner every time he sees Jisung in public).

“Deal.” Jisung quickly agrees. His mouth twitches before his eyes glint mischievously. “But only if you wear it instead.”

Minho frowns. He opens his mouth to protest, but before he can even get a word out, someone bangs loudly on the door and his eyes go wide.

Fuck. They’ve been found out.

“What the hell? Why is my room locked,” shouts a voice that sounds suspiciously like Chan. “I swear to god, if people are fucking on my bed again … shit, where the hell did my keys go?”

Jisung turns to Minho in panic. “I thought you said he wouldn’t mind!” he hisses, jumping up from the bed and searching for his jeans. He finds them on the floor next to Chan’s nightstand and quickly snatches them up.

“Yeah, well, I lied,” Minho admits sheepishly. He scrambles to his feet and starts looking for his clothes as well, hastily pulling his pants on as Jisung zips his fly. “Come on, hurry up and get dressed before he finds his stupid keys.”

The fact that Chan’s the only one who’s sober right now is definitely not working in their favor. Minho can only hope there’s a drunk Felix out there slowing him down as he pulls his sweater over his head and stuffs his boxers in his back pocket. When he turns around, Jisung is still standing there shirtless.

“What’s taking you so long?” Minho asks, gesturing for the younger to get a move on.

“I don’t have a shirt to wear!” Jisung says in exasperation.

Oh right. Minho sees Jisung’s come-stained shirt still laying on the bed next to him and snatches that up too, shoving it in his other pocket.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have used it as a come rag, then,” he snorts. He nods at the sliding door in the back of the room. “Who cares, let’s just get out of here. The balcony’s low enough to jump.”

Jisung looks like he wants to protest, but then they hear keys jingling on the other side of the door, and they both rush to get outside. Minho throws his leg over the railing just as the door to Chan’s bedroom swings wide open.

“Yah, Lee Minho!”

He jumps and hopes Jisung follows after him.

(Jisung does, and then they run back to Minho’s apartment giggling and out of breath, Jisung still shirtless as he slides Minho’s phone out of his back pocket and enters his number.)