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Very few things had the power to get under Lee Minho’s skin. He prided himself on his ability to be chronically unbothered. Life was easier that way, and people left him alone for the most part.
Anyone who knew him knew not to mess with his cats or any animals. They were too good and pure for this world, and Minho would absolutely annoy (and possibly beat) the shit out of anyone who dared try anything. The same went for his friends and family. He'd do anything for them.
Another thing that irritated him was people who didn't apply themselves. Skipped class to smoke weed, flunked classes on purpose, and treated life like a joke. Especially if he happened to know that person was nearly genius-levels of smart and also happened to be ridiculously handsome.
And the last thing (or person, rather) was Han Jisung. It didn't matter what Jisung did, it irritated Minho. His cocky little attitude and his stupid, adorable face were so confusing. How could someone who looked that much like a squirrel be an absolute menace?
The worst part was that they happened to be in the same friend group. Felix, one of Minho’s closest friends, had a habit of making friends and adding them to their group overnight. The last friend came with…baggage. Baggage in the form of big boba eyes and gummy smiles.
Minho couldn't stand him. It seemed like the feeling was mutual, too. Jisung appeared to love nothing more than to get under Minho’s skin at every possible opportunity.
No matter how hard Minho tried to avoid him, Jisung always found a way to wriggle under his skin and make his blood boil. His mere existence was infuriating. Always distracting and loud, impossible to ignore.
Months and months of this had created an almost Pavlovian response in Minho. He instantly felt on edge whenever Jisung was within his proximity. Like now, for example.
“Hey, pretty boy,” Jisung purred, sliding into the seat across from him. Minho tried and failed to remain focused on his study material. He sighed, leveling the younger with a glare.
“Don't you have class or somewhere to be other than bothering me?” Minho asked, monotone.
“Aww, c’mon, don’t be like that Min! Watcha reading?” Jisung asked, fluttering his infuriatingly pretty lashes at him. Minho felt his eye twitch.
“Don't call me Min. And I'm studying. Something you've never heard of before,” Minho snapped. He had half a mind to close the book right then and there and storm away. He knew Jisung would just follow him, though. “What do you want?”
A cocky little grin broke out on Jisung’s face. Minho wanted to punch it clean off. “I was wondering if you're going to Channie hyung's party tonight.”
Minho blinked at him. Then blinked again. Party…?
Jisung must have sensed his confusion because he continued speaking. “You know, a gathering of friends. Games, dancing, beer…other recreational activities.” Jisung winked playfully at Minho, causing his entire system to freeze. “Or maybe a party and having fun is something you've never heard of before.”
Minho scoffed, slamming his book closed and packing up his things. He didn't have to take this from some degenerate stoner nobody. He stood and stormed off. On his way out, he heard Jisung call after him, his words only irritating him further.
“Okay, see you tonight, pretty boy!”
Minho would rather die.
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“I'd rather die!” Minho hissed, defensive mode on as Felix pouted at him.
“Minho, please!” The blonde whined. “You haven't been to a single party with me this year and Hyunjin is sick! Who will hold my hair back when I drink too much? Who will dance with me? Pleaseeee?”
Curse Lee Yongbok and his precious little twink self. Minho couldn't say no to him. He groaned, rolling over on his bed to scream into his pillow in frustration before he turned his head. “Fine.”
“Really?” Felix looked more excited than the time his bulk delivery of flaming hot cheetos got delivered. “You won't regret this, Min! Let me doll you up!”
Minho relented, going along easily with whatever Felix wanted and allowing the younger to dress him and apply some makeup to his face.
When he was done, Felix grinned from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat. “You look gorgeous, hyung!”
Felix moved so that Minho could take a look at himself in the full-length mirror. He stared, just blinking his own feline eyes back at himself for a few moments. Felix was right. He looked hot.
His hair was styled in soft, pretty waves. His makeup was simple but effective, and the outfit that Felix had chosen for him was absolutely killer. It wasn't something he would usually wear, favoring more practical looks generally, but he had to admit he looked good.
A pleated baby pink skirt fell to mid-thigh and was matched with thigh-highs, converse, and a soft, oversized sweater. He looked feminine and delicate. He felt pretty.
“I didn't believe you, Lix, but you were right. My thighs look amazing in these,” Minho said with a laugh.
“I told you!” Felix giggled, coming to stand beside him in the mirror. He looked stunning as always, wearing a similar look, but in blue, with the sweater traded out for a crop top. “We are definitely going to get hit on tonight.”
“You definitely are, Lix. I, however, am just going to enjoy the free food, drinks, and dance my heart out,” Minho shot back. “And maybe you will catch the eye of a certain someone, hm?”
Felix giggled again, playfully punching Minho’s arm. “Shut up, hyung!”
“You know you dressed up for him, don't play with me.” Minho grinned, smug and cat-like.
“Oh, look at the time. We should be there already! Guess we gotta save this conversation for never. Oops, I mean later,” Felix said, scurrying out the door.
Minho rolled his eyes fondly, following the small blond out of the dorm.
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The party was just like Minho knew it would be. Crowded, stuffy, loud, and a little smelly if he was being honest. He quickly made his way to the kitchen to get his first drink in his veins after they arrived.
He didn't care what it was, just mixed what looked good and downed it, grimaced, and then repeated the action. He could feel a pleasant warmth spreading over him, just like he wanted.
Next, he wanted to dance. First, though, he should check in with Felix and make sure he was alright.
He found him sitting on the arm of a chair, Chan's arm around him. He couldn't see into the entirety of the room, but he could hear Changbin and Seungmin bickering. Minho smirked when he met eyes with Felix. “Minho! Over here, hyung!”
Minho made his way through the door, walking to stand next to Felix. He greeted his friends lazily before settling into a comfortable round of flustering Jeongin, one of his favorite pastimes. He was interrupted by the sound of plastic cups clattering to the floor and their contents splashing on the ground.
“Damn,” Jisung's voice said, sounding more awed than frustrated at dropping the cups. Minho turned to face him, planning to berate him, but stopped in his tracks when he found the younger’s eyes scanning him up and down, enamored.
He suddenly felt too exposed, crossing his arms in front of himself. He didn't want to know what Jisung thought of his outfit, especially if it was negative. He lashed out before Jisung could make fun of him.
“Never seen a boy in a skirt before?” Minho spat. “Got a problem?”
Jisung blinked, his eyes trailing up Minho’s body, lingering on his thighs, before finally meeting his eyes. Minho expected some kind of snarky remark or cheesy flirtation, but instead he received a compliment.
“Minho, you look amazing. Holy shit, you're so beautiful,” Jisung breathed out, a small smile on his face.
He didn't know how to respond. Was Jisung being genuine? He could feel his cheeks and ears burning red. “Oh uh…thank you.”
“Aye, are you planning to clean up that alcohol you just spilled all over my floor, or…?” Chan asked, interrupting their moment. Minho found he was thankful for it.
He took his chance to tell Felix where he was going and hurried away. He could hear Jisung apologizing in the distance as he got further away.
What the hell was his deal? Complimenting him so openly like that. Maybe he was drunk.
Minho didn't want to worry about it anymore. He stopped by the kitchen, downing one more drink before finally arriving at where a large group of bodies were dancing. He merged with them, moving his body to the beat and doing his best to forget how Jisung’s words had made him feel.
He didn't know how much time had passed, allowing his body to move for him while his mind turned off. When he focused back onto reality next, he looked across the room, his eyes settling on none other than Han Jisung.
His first inclination was to look away, but the weight of the younger’s stare kept him hypnotized. Jisung's eyes stayed trained on him, his eyes half-lidded and his stare hungry. It shot thrill right up Minho’s spine, the excitement of being watched and consumed by just his watchful eyes caught him off guard.
He wanted Jisung to keep looking at him. Maybe it was the alcohol blurring his judgement or him still feeling soft from the compliment earlier, he didn't know–he didn't care to figure it out. All he knew was that he would do anything to keep those eyes on him. So, he put on a show.
Minho stuck his tongue out at Jisung playfully before rolling his body seductively. Every muscle movement was controlled and fluid. He threw his head back, placing his hands on his own thighs and squeezing the flesh between his fingers.
Then, he locked eyes with Jisung again before trailing his hands upwards, slowly lifting his skirt just enough to give his audience of one a peek at his black lace panties. Jisung’s eyes tracked the movement, pupils blown, and a small smirk on his face.
Then, Minho released his skirt, letting it fall back down. He smirked at Jisung before trailing his hands over his sweater, stopping to cup his pecs through the fabric and squeezing, a small gasp leaving his lips.
He knew he looked good, and he wanted Jisung to think so too. He wanted to be so irresistible to him that he would do something about it.
Minho turned his back to the younger, crouching down and popping his ass up, standing slowly, his hand teasingly raising his skirt once again. Surely that would do it.
However, when Minho looked over his shoulder, Jisung still stood like a statue, watching hungrily. A predator locked onto its prey, but unmoving. Minho couldn't have that. It was a matter of pride.
He'd have to up the stakes. He looked around until he found a tall man dancing alone. He touched his arm gently, blinking up prettily at him. “Dance with me?”
“Oh, for sure, baby,” the man answered easily. Minho pulled him beside himself before planting himself in front of the man. He smirked at Jisung when the stranger placed his hands on his hips and pulled him back against him.
Jisung didn't look amused anymore. He looked pissed, and it was insanely hot. He stuck his tongue out at Jisung again brattily as he ground back against the stranger, rolling his hips to the music.
“You're so hot,” the man said, right beside Minho’s ear. He kissed there, trailing his mouth down the column of Minho’s neck. “Can't believe you picked me to dance with you.”
Minho didn't care to respond to him, though, laser-focused on his true target's reactions. He decided to go in for the kill, grabbing his mystery man's hands and shifting them up and under his loose sweater, the hem of his shirt lifting up to show off his stomach, the band of his lace panties, and a soft, happy trail peeking out from underneath.
That seemed to do the trick. Jisung’s eyes narrowed, his jaw set tight as he watched the man's hands touch Minho. When they finally locked eyes again, Minho smiled sweetly at him, smug. It was out of character enough that he knew it would deliver his message loud and clear: if you want me, come and get me.
Then he turned, breaking their eye contact completely. Jisung would either take the bait or he wouldn't, either way, Minho was going to dance. It was only a matter of seconds before Minho felt slender fingers grip his wrist, pulling him away from the stranger he'd been dancing with.
“Jisung–,” Minho started, but was cut off by the younger pulling him to his side and quickly leading him away from the disgruntled stranger and up the stairs. He led him all the way into a room, closing and locking the door. Upon a small inspection, Minho deduced that it was likely Chan's room.
Jisung looked pissed. Minho opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Jisung whirling on him, crowding him against the closed door. They were so close, their bodies practically touching at every inch.
“I suppose you think you're awfully cute, hm? Putting on a show like a little slut. Showing off your panties like that where anyone could see?” Jisung hissed, his lips right by Minho’s ear.
He'd never seen a side of Jisung quite like this. Forward, demanding, and a bit mean. A shiver ran through Minho at the display of dominance. He wanted to push him further.
“Mm, well, you liked it, so I don't see an issue,” Minho purred. “And yes, I am awfully cute, aren't I? So cute you had to drag me all the way up here.”
Jisung pressed even closer, his knee finding its way between Minho’s plush thighs, not pressing down yet, but close enough that Minho had to resist rutting against it.
“Don't be a brat, Minho. What was I supposed to do, just watch while that loser had his hands all over you?” Jisung near growled, his voice low. His hands came up to rest on Minho’s hips, thumbs slipping under his sweater to thumb at the skin there.
“That was the idea, yeah,” Minho smarted, a smug smile on his face.
Jisung scoffed, pressing his knee firmly against Minho’s slowly hardening cock. “You know what I think?”
“You can think?” Minho said, his voice rising in a gasp. He did his best to maintain his composure, but his voice came out shaky. “I wasn't sure you could do that.”
“I can. But you won't be able to anymore by the time I'm done with you, sweetheart,” Jisung cooed. He used his grip on Minho’s hips to rock him forward, flexing the muscles in his thigh. It felt amazing, warm and firm where he needed it most.
Minho moaned, high-pitched and breathy and completely involuntarily. Fuck. He didn't want to give in so easily, but Jisung was so hot, and he wanted him so badly.
“What's wrong, baby? Just a little attention and you finally shut your mouth? If I'd known I would have done this months ago,” Jisung hummed, kissing over the column of his neck, warm and wet. Minho could feel himself leaking into his panties, the precum oozing through the lace and smearing onto his skirt.
“Shut up,” Minho managed to breathe out, his hands finding purchase in Jisung’s soft brown hair. It felt good in his grasp, knotting it in his little fingers.
The pressure on his cock suddenly lifted, making Minho want to cry. Jisung smirked at him, his eyes trailing down his body hungrily. Minho knew he had made a wet patch on the fabric of his skirt, but he wasn't quick enough to attempt to cover it. His hands flew down but were caught by Jisung, who pinned them to his sides.
“Ah ah ah, let me see you,” Jisung scolded. He released one of Minho’s hands, using his own to cup Minho’s bulge through the wet fabric of the skirt. “So wet for me already, kitten?” Jisung asked, grinning at him. Minho wanted to smack the smug expression off of his stupid, handsome face.
“Shut up and just touch me already, idiot,” Minho grumbled, attempting to rut his cock against Jisung’s hand. The younger wouldn't apply the right amount of pressure, though. Minho was growing more and more desperate by the second. “Jisung, please.”
“Oh, so you can ask nicely,” the younger said, an expression of faux surprise on his face. It was condescending in the most delicious way. Minho wanted to bite him. “Let's hear you use that pretty mouth to ask properly, then I'll give you what you want.”
“Fuck off,” Minho muttered. He couldn't believe that Han Jisung of all people had such an effect on him. He nearly cried when Jisung removed his hand.
“Fine then.” Jisung shrugged, taking a step back. He undid his belt as he walked over to the bed and sat down, leaning back on his palms. “If you want me to touch you, then prove to me you can be good. Because I have a feeling you know how to be a very, very good boy.”
Minho nearly melted on the spot. No one had ever talked to him that way, let alone treated him in such a manner. More precum oozed from his tip, smearing against the skirt.
The older swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath before sinking to his knees on the bedroom floor. It was shameful how badly he wanted to be good for Jisung, even though everything inside of him argued the opposite. He leaned forward onto all fours and crawled over to him, raising to his knees between the younger’s spread legs.
“I can be good,” Minho said, so quiet it was almost a whisper. Like he didn't want to hear himself say such desperate words. He blinked up at Jisung through his lashes, his eyes pleading. “Promise.”
Jisung responded by running his fingers through Minho's hair, soft at first, and then harshly as he gripped the locks and pulled his face to his clothed cock. “Then prove it.”
Minho moaned breathily from the display of dominance. He had to admit, as annoying as he found Jisung before this, the man really had him figured out to a concerning degree. He mouthed over Jisung’s bulge, wetting the fabric of the younger’s denim pants.
Jisung didn't let go of Minho’s hair, the skin of his scalp becoming deliciously tender as he guided Minho’s head.
One thing, though, Minho wasn't patient. As much as he wanted to be good, he wanted to taste Jisung’s skin more. He reached up to unbutton his pants, making quick work of unzipping them and tugging them down. Jisung assisted him as Minho did the same with his boxers.
“Impatient are we?” Jisung asked, his signature lazy smirk on his face. Minho wanted to sit on it. Right now, though, he needed Jisung’s cock in his mouth. Immediately. It was average-sized and looked like it would be the perfect length to reach his prostate. He didn't waste any time, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length of him. “Fuck, shit!”
Minho hummed, satisfied with the reaction. He was especially good at giving head. He swallowed around the younger, letting his drool make his bobbing motions wet and messy. It sounded positively lewd.
“Shit, just like that, baby,” Jisung groaned, using his grip in Minho’s hair to assist in his movements. “So fucking good for me.”
The older gagged around the length invading his throat as Jisung thrust upwards, holding Minho’s head down onto his cock. He set a steady pace, plunging into the tightness of Minho’s throat again and again. Tears sprang to his eyes, making his vision blurry.
“That's it, take it. Fuck,” Jisung moaned, low and breathy. His wrecked voice did something for Minho. He moved one of his hands to his own cock, rutting against it as his mouth was used. “You like being used like a cocksleeve, kitten? Such a slutty mouth on you.”
Minho could only gargle in response, tears streaming down his face, surely ruining his makeup, and spit dripping from his stretched lips.
Jisung yanked Minho off of his cock suddenly, both of them panting for oxygen as they met eyes, gazes burning into one another.
Minho pounced. He felt a few strands of hair rip from his head as he lunged at Jisung, the younger mercifully releasing his grip just in time to avoid too much damage. He landed on top of Jisung, straddling his bare hips, his lace-clad cock straining where it pressed against Jisung’s, both covered by the fabric of his skirt.
“You're unreal,” Jisung breathed, just before Minho leaned down and crashed their lips together. It was passionate, hard, and bordering on cannibalistic, the way it seemed like they wanted to devour each other. Tongues met hungrily, hands gripping flesh, and bodies rocking against one another.
A small whimper escaped Minho as Jisung's hand came down hard on his ass. He leaked an obscene amount of precum directly onto Jisung’s cock, making their frantic rutting warm and wet.
“Shit. I want to fuck you so bad. Can I, baby? Will you be a good boy for me?” Jisung asked, slapping Minho’s ass once again.
“If you don't fuck me, I might actually kill you, Han Jisung. Hurry up!” Minho hissed, yelping when Jisung flipped them, pressing Minho into the mattress.
“The skirt and panties stay on,” Jisung growled, capturing Minho’s mouth in a searing, dominating kiss. He ripped his own shirt off before making quick work of Minho’s oversized sweater. “So fucking pretty.”
Minho had to admit he was thinking the same about Jisung. “Of course you have tattoos,” Minho muttered, rolling his eyes playfully.
Jisung laughed, reaching over into the nightstand to retrieve a bottle of lube and a condom. “Watch it, pretty boy.”
“Mm, or what?” Minho teased. “You won't fuck me?” He reached down to grip Jisung’s swollen cock in his hand, pumping it slowly. “I have a hard time believing that.”
“Let's see you keep up this bratty attitude when you're crying on my cock, hm?” Jisung smirked, pulling the panties aside and pouring some lube onto his fingertips, warming it. “Good luck.”
Minho opened his mouth to respond, but was silenced by the feeling of two fingers prodding his hole, both of them slipping inside of him agonizingly slow, the burn almost overwhelming. Jisung clearly didn't intend to go easy on him.
He bit his lip as he focused on maintaining his composure. Jisung’s insistent fingers made their way to the hilt, petting over Minho’s walls before working to open him up.
Minho had to admit that the younger knew what he was doing. His fingers moved perfectly inside of him, providing just enough stimulation to keep him hard and aching without it being too much.
Before he knew it, three fingers had been worked inside of him, stretching him perfectly. A soft jab to his prostate made him cry out, and then the fingers were gone, leaving him empty.
He watched as Jisung reached for the condom, a small frown forming on his face. He felt strangely…possessive. Without thinking too hard, he nabbed the condom and threw it across the room. Jisung just looked at him, blinking. Clearly confused.
Minho flushed a dark red, but spoke his demands anyway. “Want to feel you. Raw.”
It was quiet for a few moments until Jisung broke out into laughter. “You could have just told me, you didn't have to treat the poor condom like a ninja star.”
“Shut up before I change my mind and find someone else to fuck me,” Minho whined.
Jisung’s smile turned smug as he spread the remaining lube over his cock and lined himself up. “We both know you aren't going anywhere, kitten. And besides, no one at this party gets you like I do. No one could even come close to fucking you like I'm going to fuck you.”
Jisung pressed in, sheathing himself inside of Minho in a matter of seconds. The abrupt sensation of being full made Minho yelp, which melted into a moan as the younger ground his cock into him.
Jisung flipped Minho’s skirt up, eyes hungrily taking in the wet mess in his panties. He released Minho’s cock, allowing it to slap against his lower abdomen. “Such a big, pretty cock. What a shame it's so useless. Hmm? Only good for eye candy.”
Minho moaned from the filthy words, rolling his hips down onto Jisung’s cock. His voice sounded desperate as he pleaded. “Fuck me already, Jisung.”
Jisung pulled out, leaving only the tip inside of Minho as he kissed the older’s cheeks. Minho hadn't even realized he was crying, the knowledge only turning him on more.
“You want me to fuck you?” Jisung asked. Minho nodded eagerly. “Then beg for it.”
Minho resisted the urge to glare at the younger man. Who knew he was such a little shit in bed, too? If he was being honest with himself, though, he liked it. A lot.
“P-please, Jisung.”
“Hmm, good, but not great. How about you try one more time,” Jisung said, smirking.
Minho was beyond caring anymore. He needed Jisung to fuck him desperately. “Please, Jisung. Please, please, please fuck me. I need it, I need your cock, I need–Aah!”
His begging was cut short by Jisung slamming inside of him, setting a fast and brutal pace right out the gate. Minho's arms flailed, his cock slapping against his stomach with each thrust. He found purchase on Jisung’s ass, digging his nails into the ridiculously plump cheeks.
“So tight for me,” Jisung grunted out. “Such a slutty little hole, sucking me in so well.”
Minho sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he took what was given to him, the force of Jisung’s thrusts scooting them up the bed towards the headboard. He hated that he was right about the younger’s cock as it stimulated his prostate relentlessly. It was so much all at once. He never wanted it to end.
“Fucking hell,” Minho choked out, his head rolling to the side. Jisung took the opportunity to latch onto the flesh there, biting down harshly. It was sure to leave a mark, and the idea thrilled him.
“So loud for me, baby,” Jisung panted. “Everyone in the party is going to know how well I fucked you.”
“I'll d-deny it,” Minho managed to reply, holding on to the last of his brattiness.
“Mm, I see. Guess I just have to make you scream my name so there's no room for doubt,” Jisung challenged.
With that, Jisung angled himself to hit deeper inside of Minho, slowing down his thrusts to allow himself to fuck the older harder. Minho saw stars with each thrust, wrapping his legs around Jisung’s waist to ground himself.
“Like when I fuck you like this? Hard and deep?” Jisung asked, voice sultry. He kissed down to Minho’s collarbone, biting there as well, trailing his way over the expanse of Minho’s neck and chest. He bit down especially hard, making Minho cry out. “Answer me, brat.”
“Y-yes. Like it so much,” Minho wailed, scratching up the expanse of Jisung’s back.
“That's what I thought,” Jisung huffed. He took Minho’s cock in hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. It felt maddening.
Minho knew he wouldn't last much longer, the heat in his core near to spilling over. He clamped down on Jisung’s cock, wanting to bring the younger closer to the edge too.
Jisung's thrusts faltered before picking back up, just as hard and deep. “Cum on my cock, Minho.” It was a demand.
Minho let go, allowing the pleasure to wash over him. Only, Jisung’s hips halted, and his hand gripped the base of Minho’s cock, stealing away his orgasm. He wanted to scream.
“What the fuck?” Minho whined, boneless and weak. He needed to cum so badly. He would do just about anything.
“Scream my name, then you can cum on my cock baby. It's that easy. Let this whole building know who is fucking you so good.”
Minho didn't have the ability to care, he planned to simply orgasm before he yelled Jisung’s name. Somehow. He nodded, not really meaning it.
They picked back up where they left off, Jisung fucking him at that same maddening pace and stroking his cock in time. Minho felt his orgasm running up on him again. He did his best to keep his reactions under control. He needed to cum, and it was far too mortifying to scream Jisung’s name.
His orgasm rose up, spreading tingling sensations all over his body once again. He thrust up into Jisung’s fist eagerly. Yes, yes, yes–
His orgasm was ripped away from him once again, and Jisung’s smirk was all he could focus on. “Thought you could trick me? One more chance baby, or I'll cum in your tight little hole and leave you to get off on your own. Is that what you want?”
Minho definitely did not want that. “N-no! Please. M'sorry.”
“Scream. My. Name.”
Jisung started fucking Minho again, this time at the same relentless pace from before. His hand flew over Minho’s cock, and he knew his orgasm would be coming soon. He needed to act fast. He swallowed what little pride he had left and let the pleasure take him.
“J-JISUNG! Fuck!” Minho screamed out the younger's name, his entire body shaking with the overwhelming need for release.
Jisung kissed him, then gave him a command. “Cum for me, pretty.”
And Minho did. He came harder than he ever had before, shaking and moaning uncontrollably. Jisung fucked him through it, grunting praises into his neck as his own thrusts grew sloppy.
Jisung buried himself to the hilt one final time, cumming hard deep inside of Minho. It only added to the older pleasure as he ground himself down on Jisung’s cock, fucking the cum deeper into his sloppy hole.
They took a few moments to come down, kissing lazily. Then, they parted, Jisung’s cock slipping out of Minho and making him wince.
“Sorry, Min, hold tight. I'll clean us up, okay?” Jisung assured him. Minho watched, half fucked out of his mind as the younger disappeared and reappeared, wiping them both down.
After Jisung dressed them both in some of Chan's clean clothes, he snuggled into the bed beside the older.
“That was incredible. You're incredible,” he praised, beaming at Minho.
Minho felt a wave of fondness wash over him for Jisung, his ears flushing an even darker shade of red. “Don't get used to it,” he muttered half-heartedly.
“After tonight, you won't be able to resist me,” Jisung grinned at him, kissing his cheeks.
Minho didn't respond, just nuzzled closer, allowing himself to enjoy the warmth of the younger. For the first time ever, maybe Han Jisung was right about something.