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As soon as they get through the front door, Minho slumps onto the stool of their kitchen table.
“So, you were just ready to confess just then hm?”
“I was close.” Jisung smirks, spinning the stool that Minho is sitting on, and standing in front of it. “What would you have done?”
“What would I have done?” Minho smirks. “Why don’t you tell me and find out?”
“Oh you wanna know huh?”
Minho nods, his smile evident.
“Well, ask me.”
Minho swallows the lump in his throat, leaning back against his stool. “What are we?”
Jisung steps closer, slotting himself in between Minho’s parted legs. “Want me to tell you?” He starts, “How about I start with this?”
He hooks his leg over Minho’s knee straddling his thigh. His hands hover by his sides as he begins speaking again.
“We are perfect for each other. Two sides of the same coin, If i’m paper, you’re the poem. If I'm the dark, you are my light. You’re mine, I'm yours.”
His voice is feather light as he speaks. It makes the coil in Minho’s stomach tighten with every word.
“You get to have me, in ways no-one else ever could come close, all of me.”
His hips push down onto Minho’s thigh. Pressing his cock into the muscle there.
“I want all of you.” Minho swallows.
“You can have me, whenever you want me.” Jisung’s voice drops an octave, his hand coils around the back of Minho’s neck, pulling him closer. “Take me, ruin me.”
“Fuck.” Minho breathes out, his hand instinctively curling around Jisung’s tie and pulling him until their lips hover just inches apart. “Show me what you would have done if you could have.”
“I’ll show you.” Jisung smirks. His hips roll forwards, the hard line of his cock brushing against Minho’s parted thigh as he squeezes his own thighs around it, pressing himself even deeper into the flesh.
Minho’s own cock throbs against the seam of his jeans, pulling on Jisung’s tie and finally crashing their lips together. Jisung’s lips part as soon as they meet his, his tongue dipping into the space between Minho’s as he grinds against his thigh.
They part for a moment, Minho’s hand wraps around Jisung’s tie tighter, not leaving any space between them. “I love how you taste.”
Jisung groans, throwing his head back as his hips roll forwards, denim catching on denim.
“You know I can barely keep it together around you, yet you still tease me.” Minho whispers against his neck, leaving lingering kisses into the damp skin. He finds the waistband of Jisung’s jeans, pulling at his belt and undoing it with one hand while the other palm splays out against his torso underneath the crisp white shirt.
Minho throws the belt to the side once he's tugged it from its loops around Jisung’s waist – instead, setting his sights on unbuttoning them. Jisung kicks off his shoes, shoving them to the side as Minho licks up the lobe of his ear.
“I want to watch you come apart.” he whispers into Jisung’s ear, earning a shiver to run down the younger’s spine.
“Hyung.” Jisung groans as Minho manoeuvres him to step back, and slides the jeans down his legs, they pool to the floor as Jisung steps out of them.
The view of the hard line of his cock is obscene as Minho slots his hands into the gap between two of his shirt buttons and rips it off his body,it falls from his shoulders a moment later, exposing the tanned skin of his chest and the soft ridges of his stomach, his tie still wrapped around his neck and trailing down the centre of his body.
“This.” Minho tuts, his nail picking at the tape covering Jisung’s chest tattoo. “Is a crime.”
His nail lifts the tape just so, allowing his fore finger and thumb to curl around it, he rips it from Jisung’s skin in one quick motion, earning a gasp from Jisung as his nipples instantly harden from the sensation.
“Fuck, hyung.” Jisung moans, latching his mouth onto Minho’s shoulder, his teeth grazing the fabric. “Touch me.” He steps forwards, placing himself back over Minho’s thigh.
Minho’s hands find his hips, his nails gently grazing the skin there as he dips his thumbs into the rut of his hip bones. Coaxing his hips forwards and backwards in a steady rhythm. Jisung’s cock presses against the denim through the fabric of his boxer shorts.
“I need to feel you.” Jisung groans, his head throwing back. “Need to touch you. Take this off.”
Minho lets him pull the grey cardigan from his body, throwing it across the kitchen and knocking over a glass that sits still on the counter. Jisung’s eager hands find each button of his shirt one by one, undoing them slowly as Minho continues forcing his hips back and forwards, watching the way his stomach contracts.
The cool air hits his chest when Jisung finally tugs it from his arms, the soft flesh of his stomach tingling when he drags his nails over the skin.
“I will never get tired of seeing you like this, you’re so fucking hot.” Jisung breathes, leaning forwards. His chest presses against Minho’s as his hand pushes his head up.
Jisung’s mouth is hot as he kisses the angle of Minho’s jaw, nipping at the skin. Minho continues flexing his thigh, allowing Jisung’s cock to slide against the fabric. His palms smooth over the sides of his body until his right one reaches the tape just underneath the dip of his armpit, he picks at it again until it peels, slowly pulling it from Jisung’s skin.
“Shit!” Jisung whines, he rolls his hips again, his thighs trying to squeeze together around Minho’s as the tape slowly tugs at his skin.
Minho throws it to the floor shortly after, unsticking it from his fingers. His fingertips dancing over the ink adorning Jisung’s hip.
Jisung kisses down the column of his throat again, wet and messy as his hands scramble to grip anywhere they can against Minho’s body. They card through his hair leaving a mess in their path, he grips at the muscle of his shoulders as Minho throws his head back and lets the sensations build – his cock throbbing from the pleasure.
His own boxers are already wet with pre-cum, leaving a lingering cool sensation against his hot skin when he moves just so.
He feels Jisung’s hands hook behind himself, grabbing at Minho’s bare knee through the hole of his jeans, and gasps when he digs his fingers in and rips the hole open, shifting his weight slightly from Minho’s thigh so he can rip the denim and expose more of Minho’s bare skin.
“Oh, you want to feel me baby?”
Jisung nods. “Yes.”
Minho stares at him as his two fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down his legs and pulling Jisung back onto his – now bare – thigh.
The warm skin of Jisung’s cock presses firmly against the plush flesh of Minho’s thigh, skin-to-skin as he grins against it with more eagerness now.
Minho’s hands hook around the back of Jisung’s arms, holding onto his shoulders as he pulls him down further. He pushes his knee up, pressing it against the curve of his ass. “Go on baby, show me what we are exactly.” his eyes flitter over Jisung’s flushed face. “Good boys come all over their boyfriends thighs don't they?”
“Mhm-” Jisung whimpers, his cock leaking against Minho’s bare skin. “M- a good boy.”
“Yeah? Show me.” Minho wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. He lifts the bottom of Jisung’s tie, bringing it to his mouth. “Open.”
Jisung opens, as Minho stuffs the tie into his mouth. Muffling the sounds of his moans.
“Dont let it go. I want that fabric soaked.”
Jisung nods. Allowing Minho to pull him forwards until his chest is pressed against Minho’s mouth, “Mhm.”
Minho rolls his hips as he guides Jisung’s, meeting him on every thrust forward. His cock screams for release as he watches the sweat bead between the muscle of Jisung’s pecks and roll down to his belly button. His tongue darts out, flicking at the youngers nipple as his hips pick up pace.
“That's it baby.” Minho whispers into Jisung’s skin. “Feels good?”
“Yes.” Jisung tries to say, but it's muffled by fabric, his teeth clamped tightly around it.
“Do it to get a reaction, don't you? You know I'll come home and ruin you.”
Jisung doesn’t speak, his eyes squeezing shut as his cock drags along Minho’s muscle, his hands grip onto the sides of Minho’s jaw, clinging to him like a life line as pre-cum makes the glide of their skin slicker.
“You’re close aren't you? I can feel you.”
Jisung nods. His head tilting to the side as he looks down at Minho leaving pretty marks all over his chest.
“Let go for hyung hm?” Minho purrs, his hand pressing over the tip of Jisung’s cock, making a small space between his palm and his thigh for him to fuck into. “There you go.”
Jisung’s moans pick up in pitch, his jaw clenching, his hands squeezing so tightly onto the sides of Minho’s jaw that he may break. And Minho isn’t fairing any better, the coil in his stomach tightening with every little noise that breaks from Jisung’s throat, every time he feels his slick tip glide over his thigh – he’s so close.
Minho turns his head to the left, finding Jisung’s thumb and licking over the digit, Jisung groans as he sucks it into his mouth, circling his tongue and sucking in his cheeks.
“Shit.” Jisung drops the tie from his mouth. “Gonna come -ah, hyung.”
Minho sucks harder on his thumb before pulling off with a wet pop, “Show me Jagi.”
Jisung’s hand wraps around the back of his neck, Minho wraps his hand back around the soaked fabric of Jisung’s tie and pulls his neck close, their lips press together in a messy tangle of tongues and teeth and spit.
Minho swallows every sound Jisung makes as he comes undone, his body shaking against him as he chants Minho’s name.
“Min- Hyung, ah shit.”
Minho feels the warmth before he sees it, Jisung’s release coats the expanse of his thigh as his body shudders through his climax. Seeing his back arch, feeling his skin dripping with sweat, he follows quickly behind. His own orgasm rushes through him, leaving him breathless and panting into Jisung’s mouth as he comes into his own boxer shorts, flooding his underwear.
“You coming hyung?” Jisung pants, licking against the seam of his mouth. “You’re so beautiful, so mine.”
Minho slumps back against the breakfast table, bringing Jisung with him, their chests flush against each other. They stay for a moment, bodies coming down and their breathing becoming more even.
“God.” Minho sighs.
“Is that showing you enough?”
“Mhm.” Minho nods, a warm smile flicking across his face. “I know exactly what we are.”
“Yeah, soaked and messy.” Jisung quips.
“We could be messier.” Minho winks, both eyes blinking.
“Oh yeah? How about we take this to the bedroom, I’ll show you exactly how much you mean to me.” Jisung leans forward, whispering into Minho’s ear. “You want me to leave you unable to walk hm?”
Minho shudders, still sensitive from his own orgasm and nods.
Jisung kisses his cheek, a soft gesture for what he’s about to do. “Come on.”
Minho follows him without a second thought. His own release sticky against his underwear, and Jisung’s coating his thigh.
Jisung wastes no time when they finally enter the bedroom, pushing him forwards until he’s kneeling on the bed, his hands finding the sheets and gripping them tightly. He waits as Jisung’s hands curl around his waist, unbuckling his belt and pulling what's left of the denim from his legs along with his boxers.
“God you’re so pretty here.” Jisung groans.
His one hand glides over the soft curve of Minho’s ass as his other hand fumbles through the drawer, pulling out the lube and squirting it directly onto Minho’s hole. He doesn’t wait, only giving Minho a second to breathe before he slides a digit inside, fingering him open.
His cock throbs from the sensitivity, Jisung’s long fingers pressing against his sensitive spot. One finger is quickly replaced with two scissoring him open and pulling guttural sounds from his throat.
“Shit, Jisungie.”
“Shh.” Jisung shushes, “let me show you.”
Minho arches his back as Jisung replaces his fingers with his slick tip, pushing firmly on his entrance. He pushes his own hips back, until Jisung finally sinks inside. The stretch is overwhelming.
Jisung’s pace is relentless from the get-go, his hips slamming against Minho’s ass as they both get lost in the other. His hands push down on Minho’s shoulder blades, pressing his chest down into the mattress as he leans over the back of him, his teeth nipping at his shoulder.
“W-wont last long hyung.”
“Good- ah don't want you to.” Minho rolls his hips on every thrust to meet Jisung’s, the grip on his waist a grounding presence as his cock brushes against the sheets below and sends goosebumps radiating throughout his body.
“Wanna fill you up.” Jisung pants against his earlobe.
“Yeah? I want that too.” Minho moans, his breath barely audible over the sounds of skin slapping against skin.
Minho reaches behind him, finding Jisung’s tie and pulling it taut over his shoulder. Pulling the younger, until his full weight settles over Minho’s back. “Come in me.”
Jisung’s cock hits his sensitive spot over and over, his thrusts brutal as he tips over the edge, spilling on the sheets below him.
“Ah. fuck!” Jisung breathes as Minho feels his cock throb inside of him, his release coating his walls as he slumps against him, hot breath fanning over their sweat soaked bodies.
Jisung pulls out quickly, watching as his release drips little by little from Minho’s fluttering hole.
Minho flips onto his back, sitting up as Jisung lowers himself to his knees, “Wanna taste you hyung.” His hand wraps around Minho’s cock, his fist tight. He twists his hand on every up stroke. And Minho is going to lose his mind.
His cock is so oversensitive, his stomach contracts with every stroke, his back arching against the bed as he sits up and watches Jisung work him towards his release.
He notices the silver shimmer from Jisung’s discarded glasses on the bedside table, reaching out to grab them and quickly placing them over Jisung’s eyes.
“Shit you’re so fucking hot, show me that pretty tongue.”
Jisung looks up through the lenses, gives a small smirk and then parts his lips. His tongue lols out, glistening and so pink.
The view of him on his knees, the feeling of his release dripping from Minho’s body, It instantly brings Minho to the edge, he lifts Jisung’s free hand to his mouth, biting down on the flesh.
His release coating Jisung’s face, it drips down his tongue, coats the clear glass of his lenses, paints his gorgeous flushed cheeks. Jisung’s hand works him through it, slowly stroking him through every last shudder and every laboured breath.
“There you go hyung. Feel better?” Jisung smirks, rising from his knees as he throws himself onto the bed next to him.
“Better.” Minho exhales, finding some discarded wipes from the side of the bed and clearing the mess from Jisung’s face carefully.
“I love you.” Jisung leans forward, his lips finding Minho’s cheek.
“I love you too Jagi. Let's go clean up.”