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Minho was tired. Really. Fucking. Tired. He had just gotten back from a long day of endless schedules and meetings and a trillion other things he barely remembers. He just wants to lie down next to his boyfriend, maybe cuddle a little, and go to sleep. Jisung, of course, would rather not let his tired boyfriend rest. He’s needy, and he makes this known the minute Minho steps through the door.
“Jagiya~” Jisung whines and practically jumps on the older man, already pouting. Minho almost topples over, but he doesn’t, and he hold Jisung in his arms. Sometimes he curses the fact that his body refuses to let him drop the man.
“Ji, baby, I’m tired…” Minho says before trailing off into a yawn as if the universe is proving his point. Jisung pouts more, because that’s not the answer he wanted.
“But I’ve been good all day~” He complains, wiggling his ass in an attempt to entice his boyfriend. “I’m all prepped and everything, so you won’t even have to do any work~!” He hums with a sly smile, thinking he’s won. Minho, however, doesn’t budge. He finishes removing his shoes, which had been half off his feet the entire time, and leads Jisung silently to their room.
Jisung follows happily, now sure that he won. So he is very confused when Minho lets go of him and flops down face first on the his (their) bed, still fully clothed. But Jisung doesn’t question it and crawls up next to him, looking into his boyfriend’s eyes with desire as he lays on his side next to the tired man.
Now, don’t get Minho wrong, he loves topping for Jisung. He’s soft and whiny and deliciously tight no matter how much you prep him. He has no complaints, but he certainly wouldn’t mind bottoming from time to time. And tonight, he simply doesn’t have the energy to fuck his needy boyfriend, so he suggests something else.
“Fuck me then, if you need it that bad.” The older man grumbles, voice half muffled by the pillow his face is now buried in.
“I- what?” Jisung’s eyes are wide, he’s never even thought about fucking Minho, it’s always been the other way around. Minho doesn’t care.
“You can prep me, you’ve done it yourself about a million times. If you want to get off so bad, do it.” He says, too tired to feel shame. He decides he’ll be embarrassed about this in the morning. Jisung is completely silent, so Minho risks a glance over, only to find his boyfriend looking more flustered than ever before.
“A-are you sure? I don’t- I’ve never-“ Jisung is stammering, not meeting Minho’s eyes. ‘Cute’ Minho thinks to himself, smirking slightly at his flustered state.
“Yes, Ji, I’m sure. Better get started before I fall asleep.” Minho warns, yawning again. He’ll probably fall asleep while Jisung fucks him anyway, if he even does, but that’s neither here nor there.
Jisung finally nods, moving to kneel behind Minho in between his legs. He slides his hands up the backs of the older’s thighs, slightly hesitant, but needy enough to keep going. His fingers hook into Minho’s waistband, tugging his pants and boxers off at the same time and tossing them off the bed. He swallows thickly. Obviously he’s seen Minho’s ass before, it’s a great ass, but in this context it seems so much softer, like he could bite into it and not meet the tough muscle he knows is there.
“I really am going to fall asleep if you don’t get to work, jagi.” Minho mutters after a couple minutes of Jisung just staring at his ass like he’s never seen it before. That shakes him out of his stupor and the younger man reaches for the lube on the nightstand. He coats two fingers with the cool liquid, warning it up for a second before pulling Minho’s cheeks apart with his dry hand.
The cool air makes Minho shiver, letting out a small, shaky breath. Jisung bites his lip and starts circling his fingers around his boyfriend’s rim. Minho sighs softly, melting into the touch. Someone else hasn’t done this for him since he was fucking around with Chris.
Jisung pushes the first finger in and Minho gasps, all thoughts of any other previous relationships evaporating from his mind along with everything else as he groans into his pillow. This gives Jisung a bit more confidence in his abilities, even though he knew he was good at this. He starts thrusting his finger slowly, relishing in his usually dominant boyfriend’s little gasps and moans.
“M-more jagiya, please~” Minho begs, grinding back against Jisung’s fingers as his hands ball into firsts next to his head, gripping the pillow so hard his knuckles go white. Jisung obliges, eager to please, pressing a second finger in and scissoring them to stretch Minho further. The younger starts prodding around after a minute, brow slightly furrowed in concentration until Minho keens and arches his back.
“There it is~!” Jisung grins, proud of himself as he starts thrusting his fingers into Minho’s prostate as he writhes and moans softly. Half pleas and little ‘ah, ah, ah’s leave Minho’s mouth with every thrust until he’s on the edge.
“J-jisung, jagi, fuck me, please~” He pleads, sounding desperate now, though still tired. Jisung’s breath catches and he bites his lip to keep from letting out his own embarrassingly loud moan. He shucks his own clothes off, picking up the lube again, but not before Minho interjects.
“If you cum in or on me, you’re cleaning it up.” He say simply, voice still muffled by the pillow he’s now hugging against his face. Jisung nods, even though he knows the other can’t see him, and lubes himself up before nudging his cockhead against Minho’s rim. He bites his lip, pulling Minho’s hips up slightly as he grips them, and slowly pushes in.
Minho lets out a guttural moan, back arching beautifully, and Jisung makes a punched out sound, whimpering as he bottoms out.
“Min, jagi, fuck, so tight~!” The younger whines, gripping his boyfriend’s hips tight enough that it will definitely leaves marks. Minho doesn’t seem to mind though, as he starts grinding back on Jisung’s dick.
“C’mon jagiya, fuck me to sleep, yeah~?” Minho hums, another yawn threatening to spill. Jisung nods jerkily, starting at a slow, uneven pace, letting out a constant litany of gasps, whines, and pleas.
“I- Hng~, fuck, so tight~” He moans, speeding up as he start chasing his own pleasure. Minho seems perfectly content with this as he lies there and takes it, conveying his pleasure with pants, shaky breaths, and little groans every time Jisung hits just the right spot. Jisung notices, angling his hips to try and hit that spot consistently. He’s mostly successful, as Minho slowly falls apart, succumbing to the pleasure.
Minho does eventually fall asleep, though his little sounds of pleasure continue, so Jisung doesn’t notice as he gets closer and closer to the edge. One final deep thrust has both of them cumming, Minho on the throw blanket they leave on the bed for colder nights (thank god, Jisung didn’t want to have to strip the bed) and Jisung pulls out in time to cum on his boyfriends pretty ass.
Jisung almost collapses then and there before remembering the older’s warning. He leans down and licks his cum off Minho’s skin before it can dry and get tacky. Then he shifts Minho slightly to pull the dirty blanket off the bed and toss it to the side with their discarded clothes to wash in the morning.
After Jisung finishes cleaning up, he curls up into bed, slotting himself into Minho’s arms and resting his head against the older’s chest. Jisung smiles, he still definitely enjoys bottoming more, but maybe topping for his sleepy boyfriend every once in a while isn’t so bad.