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It was business as usual at the fanmeeting. The boys always enjoyed these events, in part because of their fans, yes, but also because the casual atmosphere allowed for them to be more like themselves. Of course, it's customary to dial up the fan service at these gigs, which means the line between the genuine and the act becomes blurred. No one takes further advantage of this truth than Minho and Jisung.
While Minho prefers not to do much in the way of his own fan service, he does enjoy seeing the explosion of reactions from fans whenever he teases another member on stage. It's a different kind of thrill when he gets to do it to Jisung. The extra added layer of danger due to their (not-so-secret) secret unlabeled relationship makes it more rewarding... and kind of turns him on.
Feeling starved of attention from Jisung—having gone a whole minute or two without being magnetized together—Minho patted his right thigh, motioning for him to come sit on his lap while they listen to the others speak to the audience. A small symphony of coos emerged from the nearest portion of the crowd as Jisung demurely seated himself, as if the action were routine—and it was. He never missed an opportunity.
Smiling internally at this small non-verbal interaction, Minho decided to take it a step further and bait his lover for a reaction. He knew what that position reminds him of. He gave an innocuous bounce of his leg, jolting the other up and down for a second. Jisung did a good job of concealing his physical reaction to the audience, but he couldn't get the way he held his breath and tensed his muscles past Minho if he tried. Minho's face remained static, passing a quick glace at the man on his leg, his internal smile evolving into a grin. There were few things he enjoyed more than teasing him, especially in public. He remained still for a few seconds until he felt Jisung relax from being startled, then repeated the motion. A small high-pitched exhalation escaped from Jisung, followed by a short grunt that indicated 'Stop.'
"Cute," Minho whispered through stiff lips, effectively earning an embarrassed grumble from his lover.
The group began filing out of their dressing rooms in their street clothes after the fanmeeting. The halls reverberated with jokes and discussions of plans for the remainder of the day. Like clockwork, Minho and Jisung made their rounds, providing numerous excuses to skip any group activities and head straight home. The two were the first to leave the building, quickly shuffling to their chauffeur to escape the frigid bite of the wind. As annoying as it was to sometimes not be allowed to drive themselves to gigs, they enjoyed these quiet moments with each other.
The ride home was mostly quiet. They exchanged some brief banter about the event, things they saw in the audience, funny moments on stage, the like. They spent the last five minutes of the trip silently scrolling through their phones, checking their messages. Jisung then tabbed over to his notes app to review early lyric ideas for a new song. He opened his mouth to ask for Minho's thoughts on a string of lines when he's interrupted by a buzzing notification. It's a text message from...
He flit his eyes up to his right at Minho with a slightly confused smirk. "Babe, do you know that I'm right next to you?"
Minho rolled his eyes at Jisung's lack of situational awareness. "Do you know that you're the leading cause of headaches," he sighed in playful retort.
Jisung slid his thumb down over the toolbar to read what the message said.
"Lee Minho~❤️: You were thinking about it all day, weren't you?"
He side-eyed Minho before opening his messaging app, a faint pink hue fading onto his ears. Minho quietly tilted his head back toward his phone.
"Jisungie: Thinking about what? 🤷♂️" He flashed puppy eyes at Minho, feigning ignorance.
"Lee Minho~❤️: Me."
"Jisungie: I never think about you"
"Lee Minho~❤️: Of course. You definitely weren't thinking about me when you were adjusting your pants after leaving my lap earlier."
Jisung shifted in his seat, the embarrassment from the realization that he wasn't as smooth with that as he thought, rising to his face. Minho cocked an eyebrow, taking notice to the other's nervousness.
"Jisungie: Did you really have to do that in front of everyone..."
"Lee Minho~❤️: That's always your favorite part."
"Jisungie: You're really gonna get me in trouble one day 😓😓😓"
"Lee Minho~❤️: I can get you in trouble right now, if you'd like." Minho quietly placed a firm hand on Jisung's upper thigh, to which he responded with a small gasp. The driver flashed an inquisitive look at them through the rearview mirror.
Jisung typed frantically, "Hyungggg 😭 don't embarrass me!!!"
"Lee Minho~❤️: Why not? Because you'll get too hard from it?" He tightened his grip on his thigh, chuckling to himself as he hit send.
"Jisungie: ...fuck you," he typed in English, hitting send right as the car pulled to a stop in the drop-off area of their apartment building.
"That's the plan, cutie," Minho replied verbally as they stepped out of the car, the chauffeur closing the door awkwardly behind them.
Jisung, now beet-red, swats him in the arm before hiding his face in the hood of his dark-blue sweatshirt. Minho giggled, wrapping his arm around his waist as they head inside.
Jisung put his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants as the two entered the elevator, making an effort to conceal the print that's making itself more and more obvious by the second. As the doors closed, Minho turned to face him, standing so close that he felt compelled to back into the wall. Minho raised a hand to his chin, placing his thumb firmly against his jaw; his other hand, slipping into his own jacket pocket. Jisung let out a small whine, partially due to the heated moment, partially due to the rail that's now digging into his back.
"You're getting worse at keeping us a secret, dummy," Jisung complained, gaze slowly shifting to the other's lips.
"Don't act like I'm the only one who's bad at keeping secrets," Minho whispered, leaning in to place a warm kiss onto his lover's forehead.
As he pulled away, Jisung pulled him closer by the waist, briefly meeting his lips with his own.
"Seriously, Minho-ya, you're so annoying."
Minho smirked as he returned the kiss, caressing Jisung's lower lip with his teeth before pulling away once more.
"Yeah? Is that why you're so uncomfortable down there?" He flit his eyes down to the aching protrusion his lover was doing an increasingly bad job of hiding.
Jisung parted his lips to speak, only to choke out a raspy groan at the pressure the other began applying with his thigh. Minho smiled, grabbing the other's wrist from behind his waist, stepping back as the elevator slowed to a stop. "Thought so."
Jisung stared, mouth agape, a rough exhale taking the place of his next word. The bright tone of the elevator, followed by the smooth scraping of the doors sliding open, snapped him back into reality.
"Shit... were you always such a tease?" A question so rhetorical, it earned a cackle from Minho, as he led the ball of sexual frustration behind him into their apartment.
The tension in the air thickened with the click of the door closing behind the two. Minho tossed their bags onto the couch before pulling Jisung back into a close embrace, his left hand slithering under the other's shirt, fingers trailing up his back. Jisung flinched at the touch, pressing his chest against Minho's.
"Sungie," Minho hummed, tone suddenly changing from flirty to sweet. "I'm gonna take a shower, care to join me?"
Jisung slid his lower lip under his teeth, hands resting gently on the other's hips, puppy eyes raking over an unreadable expression. The sight of him being so flustered made Minho's cock jump against him, which he pretended he didn't feel, so as to keep his rapidly fleeting composure. With the two's uneven schedules and preference for separate living spaces, it wasn't often that they got to shower together. The idea was exciting.
"Depends... gonna try anything in there, or are we just gonna wash up," Jisung teased, running his fingers along the other's waistband.
"You're solid as a rock right now, you tell me," Minho jabbed, right hand firmly cupping Jisung's ass before nudging him toward the younger's bedroom—which had the larger connected bathroom. Jisung giggled in anticipation, slightly embarrassed by how hard he was already.
They silently undressed, leaving piles of clothes outside the bathroom. Minho took it upon himself to remove Jisung's boxers for him, grinning at the way his dick sprung free, pulsing rhythmically. The warm glow from the bathroom against his honey-like complexion made him look absolutely delicious.
"Quit staring, you're making me nervous," he whined sarcastically.
"Ah, forgive my manners, Jisung-ssi," Minho bantered, lowering to his knees, sliding his hand down the back of Jisung's right leg. He placed soft kisses onto the inner thigh, making him shiver.
"A-ah! Your hand is so cold, baby," Jisung whined, left hand bracing the wall. His other hand began to wander his own body, trailing up his abs and across his chest. He was burning with need.
"You're just hot." Minho moved up his leg, placing one final kiss to his hip bone before moving south of his pelvis, taking in the intoxicating scent of a day of dancing and costume changes. He pressed a long kiss to the base of his lover's dick, balancing it on his nose, dragging his tongue across his scrotum in the process.
Jisung's breath caught in his throat, otherwise he would have definitely moaned from the long-awaited contact. He groped himself deeper, pushing into Minho's touch. His eyes rolled shut as he felt his lover begin to glide his tongue toward the tip. Minho, however, stopped just short, earning a disappointed whine from the other man, as his eyes reopened to see an unbearable few centimeters of space between them.
"And much too eager, little mouse," Minho continued, standing once again.
He pecked Jisung on the cheek before walking into the bathroom, patting his ass as he passed. The little mouse in question scoffed at the torturous teasing, following him in and shutting the door.
The room filled with the sound of nothing but the calm pitter-patter of running water, steam slowly forming on the mirrors and glass door of the shower. The two lovers stood facing each other, intently observing the other bathe themself. Jisung couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of Minho's body. He almost never gets to see him like this. It's been ages since they even went to a bathhouse together, let alone, this. His eyes locked onto a patch of soap suds slipping down his toned chest, tracing every curve before collecting in his V-line. He thought the sight to be insanely erotic. Whatever stiffness he lost in the time between when he stepped into the bathroom and now quickly returned. Afraid his uncouth thoughts were a bit too visible on his face, he bashfully shifted his gaze back up to meet Minho's intense eyes. He blushed deeply at the realization he'd already been looking at his face.
"Hey, my dick's down here," he chuckled, pressing his hand against his pelvis, sliding his cock between his middle and ring fingers and pushing down. Anything to break that eye contact. Minho always had the most fervid eyes. It took everything in Jisung's power not to shy away from them.
"Funny, I would've assumed it was up there," Minho playfully retorted, gesturing toward his face with his chin.
"Aww, you're so mean, hyungie," Jisung whined, exasperatedly. "What are you waiting for, anyway?"
"Not sure what you mean, my love."
"Why don't you hurry up and fuck me, like you've been wanting to all day? Making me wait this long is so cruel! Can't you see I'm dying over here," Jisung mewled, properly grasping his cock and stroking it downward.
He reached his other hand across his chest to thumb over his blushing nipples, now fully perked from arousal. Minho failed to contain his own when his eye contact finally broke to watch him touch himself, struggling to conceal the urges he was doing an otherwise good job of keeping at bay.
"Jisung-ah... couldn't you have been a little more patient," he scolded, maintaining his composure, voice darkening to a quiet monotone as he closed the distance between them. "You were being so good until now. Now look at you, touching yourself to the sight of me."
He grabbed the other's wrists and held his arms behind his back with an embrace, bodies fully flush against each other. The pleasureful discomfort of their erections pressed tightly together sent shivers through them both. Jisung grinned, energized by the feeling of physical restraint.
"Am I under arrest, officer," he humored, arching into Minho's body.
"Mm, you're in so much trouble," he admonished before sinking his teeth into Jisung's neck, grazing along the pronounced muscle there, producing a sharp moan that pierced through the younger man's gritted teeth as his eyes screwed shut.
Minho kissed, bit, sucked, and scratched at the area, moving down to his collar bone, leaving a lascivious trail of pinkish-red, bruises beginning to form. He backed Jisung into the wall to free his own hands before letting one pinch and prod at one of the swollen buds. Jisung stiffened, mewling incessantly while beginning to rut his hips against the pressure. Minho silenced him with a deep kiss, using his free hand to caress the back of his head, in part, to cushion it against the wall, but also to comb his fingers through his hair. He gripped a fistful of soft, wavy strands tightly, pulling his head to the side to expose the untouched side of his neck.
"B-babe—wait," Jisung pleaded as Minho pulled away. "The schedule tomorrow..."
Minho hummed in acknowledgement, gently pressing his lips against the other's jawline, considering whether to continue. "What about it? You don't want everyone to know who you belong to, hm? Does it embarrass you, Sungie," he teased, already knowing the answer. "—or does it turn you on too much? You pretend you can't bear to be seen like this in front of all those people, but deep down, you crave that feeling. You enjoy looking like a pathetic slut, is that right? I know the idea of everyone instantly recognizing these marks as mine gives you a thrill."
He began kissing down his neck once again, softer this time. As always, he couldn't get enough of flustering Jisung, but he did get the hint.
Jisung's breath hitched, face red-hot with a mix of emotions. Fear, intrigue, arousal, all building up into a tight knot in his stomach. He desperately needed this to escalate. The most timid sounding whine finally managed to release itself from his mouth in lieu of any sort of verbal response. It was a bit difficult to formulate thoughts in the state he was in.
Minho redirected his trail of kisses back up to his face, planting the final to his cheek.
He spoke low, "Aww, nothing to say? That's okay."
He stepped away to turn off the shower. Jisung's body recoiled at the sudden and agonizing lack of pressure, the meter of space between them feeling like miles.
"Hopefully, you'll remember after you get yourself cleaned up," he continued, stepping out and reaching for a towel.
Jisung couldn't manage to do much other than stare, blushing deeply at the sight of his lover wrapping a towel tightly around his waist, leaving a generously defined print between his legs. Jisung's dick twitched helplessly, desperately, in the cooling air.
"I'll be in the living room. Don't take too long." Minho's voice, smooth, even a touch sultry, echoed briefly before the door closed behind him, leaving the other to hurriedly scramble out of the shower to get himself prepared.
The dorm was eerily silent as Jisung stepped out of the bathroom, black robe lazily thrown around him, loosely tied, hanging off one shoulder. Exiting his bedroom, he's met with a burning gaze from Minho, looking up from his phone, sitting cross-legged in the burgundy recliner in their living room, clad in a blue hoodie and black boxers. Between them was a glass coffee table. On it, were the usual: TV remote, books, coasters, unlit scented candles, bottle of lube. The usual.
"What took so long? I was starting to think I got stood up," Minho taunted, sliding his phone onto the coffee table.
Rolling his eyes, Jisung leaned his back against his bedroom door. He crossed his arms as he spoke, "You got cold?"
Minho chuckled in reply, looking down at his inconveniently clothed appearance. "Yeah, a little, to be honest. I'm sure you're decently capable of helping me out with that, though." He uncrossed his legs and relaxed into the chair, patting his thigh. "Come here, baby."
Jisung sauntered over, his robe slipping off the other shoulder on the way, exposing his soft, muscular chest. Sitting on the right armrest, he swung his legs across the other's lap, resting his elbow on the back of the recliner, and staring into him deeply through dark, lidded eyes. Pink spread over Minho's ears as he gave a shy smile, briefly looking away, but forcing his eyes to return to Jisung's.
"You seriously need to stop doing that," Minho chuckled, caressing his lover's leg.
"What? I just sat down," Jisung replied through an innocent smile that melted the other man's heart.
"When you look at me like that, I seriously can't handle it."
Jisung groaned, "I know, I'm soooo hot, now stop stalling! I can't take this anymore." He punctuated his sentence with a deep kiss, passionate, lips locking together.
"Mmh...I just wanted to savor the moment," Minho whispered against his lips, pushing the other's robe up his leg.
"You're just greedy," Jisung quipped before he was roughly pulled into the other man's lap.
Pressing a firm kiss to his jaw, Minho lifted him slightly to allow him to swing one of his legs around to straddle his lap, grabbing two handfuls of ass in the process.
"You're absolutely right," he whispered through a devilish grin, before ripping his lover's robe open.
"Haha, no fair," Jisung giggled, lifting Minho's hoodie up over his chest. "So rude, exposing me like this while being fully clothed."
Minho raised his arms to assist. "Don't complain, you love undressing me."
"Shut up."
Jisung removes the hoodie, flinging it onto the floor beside them, before quickly closing the distance once again, locking lips and grinding his hips downward. He moaned softly into the other's mouth as hands returned to his glutes, pulling them apart and massaging them in circular motions to deepen the pressure. Minho slid further beneath him to kiss along his collar bones and pecs, making sure to give each side its fair share of attention. Jisung took the opportunity to rut against his abdomen, cock leaking over the smooth skin. He whined in frustration at the stimulation; pleasurable, but just shy of enough.
Minho's brows furrowed, the heat of their bodies together taking over his mind. He delivered a sharp smack to Jisung's right asscheek before releasing it to bring his hand up to his chest, squeezing and kneading at the defined muscle.
"I still can't get over how big these have gotten," he murmured into the other pec, kissing directly over the bud, while rolling his thumb over the other.
Jisung flinched involuntarily at the sensation. "J-jealous?"
"Just admiring, love."
He applied the slightest bit of suction, circling his tongue around the sensitive area that was now in his mouth. His other hand began snaking its way back down the other's body, taking its time over every curve.
Jisung let out a beautiful sound at the sensation, back arching to deepen the contact. Minho's boxers were starting to get very uncomfortable.
"Fuck," he muttered, turning to give the other nipple some attention. He took advantage of their currently separated pelvises to slide his boxers down, throbbing dick audibly slapping against the other's taint as it's freed.
Jisung groaned, rolling his hips back down, letting Minho's cock slide up and down against his entrance. The pool of precum collecting on Minho's stomach began to drip down his side.
"Look at the mess you're making, Hannie... Are you really that impatient?" He grabbed the younger man's hips tightly, forcing him to still his movements.
Jisung shivered and groaned loudly, struggling against his grasp. "Pleeaaseee, babe... I n-need... hnnn... I can't..."
Unable to muster any more strength from being horny for hours, he collapsed onto the backrest of the chair; the sudden weight shift causing the recliner to, well, recline—just enough to push him further over Minho. "S-shit, sorry. I'm so clumsy."
Minho's eyes wandered down Jisungs body, which had just begun to glisten with sweat in the ambient lighting from adjacent rooms. Gorgeous. He couldn't picture many more times he ever looked hotter.
"No, great idea, actually. Push it a little further for me."
Jisung shyly leaned into the backrest, sinking deeper into a horizontal position. A sudden gasp, followed by a strained moan broke free, as his lover took him into his mouth.
Minho slid his hands up the back of Jisung's legs, pushing him deeper. In a split second, his full length was past his lips. He always took him so well. Jisung is on the smaller side, which was never a problem for Minho, as this is the only way he likes to be penetrated, anyway. A perfect fit for his throat, and he absolutely loves pleasing his lover this way, thoroughly enjoying every utterance he earns.
"A-ah! Minho-ya—unff, fuck—please..."
Jisung helplessly sputtered as the man underneath him raked his tongue along the underside of his cock in a dangerous milking motion. His hips stuttered, the urge to resist the overwhelming pleasure overcoming him.
"Please, I-I don't wan—I'm gonna—fuck, slow down..."
Minho swallowed around him, drawing out a long, high-pitched moan from him that reverberated throughout the room. Jisung flung his arms over the edge of the backrest, burying his face into the plush upholstery as his orgasm rapidly approached, his dick kicking against the roof of the other's mouth. This cued Minho to pull off of him, deviously slowly, making sure to drag his tongue along the slit as it exited. The younger man groaned deeply, a heavy contrast to the sound he'd just made a second ago, hips absentmindedly bucking into the air between them, chasing the release that, by this point, was retreating back into the pit of his stomach.
"Love... you wouldn't do that, would you? It would be so rude if you came into my mouth like that, wouldn't it? And so soon, too."
Jisung whined, stilling his hips as his orgasm died. "S-sorry..."
"Apology accepted," Minho coaxed, reaching up to caress the other's face. "Now, I need a favor from you," he purred, as he pressed his index and middle fingers against his lips.
Jisung parted them, sensually running his tongue between the two digits, before sliding them into his mouth, sucking at the first knuckle. His eyes unfocused as his oral fixation took over, and he began working his tongue over, through, and around his lover's fingers, humming with satisfaction. This was always so hot for Minho, he couldn't help but slowly stroke himself with his free hand.
Before he got too carried away, Minho retrieved his hand from Jisung's mouth, saliva running down toward his wrist. He then pressed his slicked fingers against the other's hole, spreading them to circle the rim, gripping his cock tighter as he felt the slight suction against the pads of his fingertips.
Jisung rocked back against his touch. "Please... I need it," he whined, upper body going limp.
"Good boy, Sungie," Minho praised, as he pushed his middle finger in halfway.
Small grunts and whines filled the room as Jisung fucked himself onto the digit, wriggling desperately against the knuckle, begging for it to go deeper than anatomy would allow.
"Patience, baby," Minho admonished, removing his finger just as quickly as it went in. "Just testing."
"I'm ready noowwwww," Jisung whined, impatiently. "Pleeaasseee, I can take it! I prepared a little in the bathroom, I sweaarrr!"
Minho clicked his teeth, pushing him to the side momentarily to reach for the bottle of lube on the coffee table.
"I know. Unfortunately, I care about you and want you to feel good. Even though you're annoying," he jabbed, giving Jisung's ass a little smack after the last part, at which he giggled playfully. Coating his fingers generously, Minho quickly reassumed his previous position.
He marveled his lover's form in this position. His eyes scanned over his beautiful skin, his sexy tattoos, his defined muscles. His strong body, by any means, capable of overpowering him easily, especially now, being above him; yet, here he was, ready to submit. He watched how the younger's chest heaved, how his abs flexed and relaxed with every needy shiver, how his cock twitched and jumped in anticipation. Jisung was unbelievably sexy like this, and the thought that it was all for him excited Minho even further. It took nearly all his mental fortitude not to just sit there and get himself off to the scene.
Remembering where he was, Minho returned his hand to Jisung's ass, circling the rim twice before reentering him, middle and ring fingers this time. Splaying his hand, he leveraged the other man's hips to push him forward, burying his fingers to the knuckles and spreading him open, as he wrapped his lips around his lover's cock once more. Jisung white-knuckle gripped the backrest, throwing his head back and crying out at the dual sensations of his cock kissing Minho's soft palette, and the fingers pressing into his prostate.
He swallowed around him before pulling back off with an audible 'pop.' "So vocal today, honey. I hope the neighbors aren't sleeping."
Jisung buried his face once again, muffled moans increasing in volume as Minho took him again, sucking at the tip this time. He worked his tongue over the head, bobbing his head back and forth slightly, as he began pumping his fingers in and out in rhythm.
As if by instinct, Jisung thrust his full length into his lover's face, the sudden intrusion causing him to gag shallowly and gasp for air. As annoyed as Minho was by this, the sound of the action was so erotic, he quickly let it go, pushing his palm harder against his lover's perineum, encouraging him to continue fucking his face. He let out a long, drawn-out moan of satisfaction as he began to move, enjoying the feeling of being in control while receiving.
Jisung's eyes rolled up in ecstasy, canting his pelvis, bottoming out against Minho's nose and grinding back against his fingers in a rhythm that felt like heaven. A little too much like heaven.
"Ohh, Min...ah-!" Without warning, his hips snapped into the others face, hard, tightly pinning his head between him and the recliner as he came down his throat with a lofty whine.
Minho sputtered, mouth spasming around Jisung's dick from the lack of air, forcing him to swallow the load so as to not choke. His head spun, overwhelmed with numerous urges, as he let his hands fall to his sides. Jisung followed the other's fingers as they exited, leaning back and allowing him to catch his breath, softening cock flopping from between his wet lips.
"...I-I'm so sorry. Love, are you oka—" Before he could finish, he's shoved onto the adjacent couch, rolling onto his stomach, legs being swung over the armrest, leaving him in an extremely vulnerable position. Propping himself up with his elbow and hand, he turned to see a very flushed, very serious Minho, looking down at him with a scalding, lidded stare underneath ruffled bangs.. His front teeth, burrowing into his bottom lip as he massaged his cock with a slicked up hand.
"Jisung..."
"I... I couldn't help it. I didn't mea—AH!" He's cut off with a thunderous smack to his rear, hard enough to leave a searing hand-shaped welt. Tears prodded at the corners of his eyes, yet this was an outcome he'd internally been hoping for all day. Minho doesn't play rough often, but when he does, his show of strength is impressive. Jisung prefers to be good for him, most of the time, just so he can savor these occasional punishments. His head spun, upper body collapsing back down onto the couch, blood rapidly returning to his dick as he's spanked again, and again, and again. Each smack, harder than the last.
He whimpered through every hit, throbbing from the intoxicating pain his lover was inflicting him with. His cock drooled down his leg as arousal spread throughout his entire body. He parted his lips to beg for mercy, but all that would come out were pitiful, raspy cries.
When he decided he had enough, Minho wordlessly grabbed and spread the other's ass, spitting over the hole before making his rough entrance, freshly lubricated cock ramming into the helpless man squirming beneath him.
Jisung gripped the side of the cushion in an attempt to brace himself as his lover drilled into him with an impressive force, his ass and thighs rippling outward with every slam of Minho's pelvis. Each thrust pushed loud, strained, pathetic moans from Jisung's lips. He'd taken him countless times before, but it was always different when he fucked like this. His speed, his power, his size. It made Jisung feel so much more helpless.
"Nhgh, b-baby—fuck—slow... slow d—... Mmmh."
He tried to protest, but every time Minho buried himself to the hilt was pure ecstasy at this angle. His sizable cock, bullying Jisung's insides as he gripped his waist, thumbs digging into his sides.
Minho's composure began to faulter when he felt Jisung's body squirm and contract with pleasure, despite how rough he was being. That, combined with the obscene noises filling the apartment, almost brought Minho over the edge right then and there. He hoarsely groaned as he gradually slowed his pace, still maintaining the same level of force as before.
"Relax, brat," he commanded through gritted teeth, intensely focused on pushing away his orgasm.
His cock was aching. He thought for sure the other could feel every single pulse that shot through it. He'd wanted to claim his lover like this for weeks. He needed to prioritize making it last.
He pulled back just enough to let his dick slide fully out, and rubbed it between the other's blushing asscheeks. He let out a hitched sigh as he regained control over his arousal, which Jisung, of course, made sure to test by grinding back against it, groaning and whimpering from the loss of stimulation.
Minho ran a hand down Jisung's back, which arched to the touch. He leaned over him to reach the back of his head, which he firmly pressed down onto, forcing it to turn to the side. Jisung stared back up at him, wide-eyed, soft lips slightly parted and wet with saliva. His expression, a combination of fear and excitement. Minho lifted a leg onto the couch to stabilize himself better at this new angle, as he repositioned himself for reentry.
"Since you seem so comfortable blowing your load, why don't I make you come some more? Over and over until you lose consciousness?"
Minho pushed himself back inside with a snap, eyes rolling for a moment from how tightly Jisung was squeezing around him, sucking him in further. "Mmnh, seems like you'd like that. No, you'd love that, wouldn't you, slut? Say it." He snapped his hips forward once more, choking a response out of the drooling mess beneath him.
"Pl-ease, ahh, Minho-ya," Jisung breathed out, rolling his hips against the other man's pelvis, cock flexing involuntarily against the armrest of the couch.
"Address me properly, slut," Minho scolded, fucking into him hard once more.
"Ahh! Please, s-sir! I want it. I'm sorry, sir. Please ruin me."
Minho groaned at the words, returning to his previous aggressive pace.
"Fuck, you sound so good when you beg. Keep going for me," he commanded, stability staggering in his voice as he gripped a fistful of Jisung's hair, pulling his head up from the couch cushion. "Let me hear you."
Tears pricked at Jisung's eyes, his body welling up with an intense mixture of emotions and deep arousal. As uncomfortable as he was in this position, he couldn't bring himself to adjust or resist. All he wanted in that moment was to be taken, completely and utterly ruined. He reveled in the vulnerability of it all. All the stress and fatigue from the previous week melted away as he cried out in broken, pleasureful sobs.
"Y-you make me f-feel so good! Please use m-me—ahh-! Break me, please! T-tear me apart! Mmh...I'll do whatever you want, sir! Fuck—make me yours," he choked out in between incoherent noises.
Minho slowed his pace a bit, laying into him harder, sending even louder sounds throughout the apartment that muffled his own moans. His thrusts, more efficient, more calculated. He brought his free hand down hard against the other's ass, gripping tightly once it made contact.
"You've always been mine, baby. Mine. I'll make sure your body remembers that. Go ahead, come for me again, slut. Make it pretty for me."
Jisung tensed, back arching even further, crying out from the painful pleasure of his cock rubbing raw against the armrest with every movement. His second orgasm tore through his body, leaving him breathlessly shuddering as goosebumps rose across his skin. His whines caught in his throat as Minho ground into him, pushing hard into his sweet spot. His body tightened around the length like a vice, earning a few deep, buttery moans from the other.
"M-min...Minho-ya..."
"That's it, baby. Fucking take it."
Before Minho's last word could leave his lips, Jisung sobbed loudly, cock dribbling pathetically down the side of the couch. Minho fucked him through it, rolling his hips back and forth slowly with intention, making sure to milk him of every last drop.
"There's my good boy," he praised, soothingly caressing his trembling lover's back while still slightly rocking his hips, fighting off his own climax. "I knew you couldn't keep him from me for long. You never did put up much of a fight."
Jisung groaned deeply, placid and spent, as the other pulled out of him, agonizingly slowly. Minho took a moment to admire how his hole gaped and twitched in his absence. He knelt down and placed a soft kiss to it, allowing his tongue to tease the rim, grabbing his ass with both hands in the process. Jisung, sensitive and whiny, squirmed against the touch.
"Ah, babe-!"
He deepened the kiss, tongue prodding deeper, as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh. Jisung responded with a breathy moan, rolling his hips down. Minho's dick throbbed almost painfully, visibly pulsing in a continuous rhythm. Still, he avoided touching it, pushing his inevitable peak back down with all his effort. He wasn't done quite yet.
"Don't lose energy yet," Minho warned, giving the other a pat on the ass as he stood. "We're not done."
Jisung slunk down the rest of the way onto the couch, curling up and pushing the bags they'd thrown earlier onto the floor. He mumbled in protest, but allowed himself to be lifted to a seated position. He flopped onto the shoulder of Minho, who seated himself next to him, resting his arms along the top of the backrest, enabling his lover to get an unobstructed view of his large, wet, pulsing length, flushed deep pink and aching for some sort of contact.
"Fuck," Jisung mused, lightly palming his soft and sensitive cock to the sight. "There's no way you haven't come yet."
"Can I be honest, Sungie?"
"Of course! What's wrong?"
"If I don't come soon, I'm going to lose my mind."
Jisung swallowed and took a breath. "...Guess I should get to work, then, yeah?"
"Pfft, get over here, dork," Minho banters, pulling his lover into his lap.
The space between them quickly closes with a deep kiss, limbs intermingling, a bit uncoordinated from them both having exerted so much energy.
After giving them both a fresh coat of lube, Jisung swayed his hips over Minho's cock, taunting him by just barely grazing the head against his entrance.
"Fffuucckk," Minho groaned. "You sure teasing me right now is a good idea?"
He gripped Jisung's hips firmly, staring into him with a blazing intensity that caused his heart to flutter. He rolled up against him in long, controlled motions, guiding the other to grind in rhythm.
Jisung balanced himself on Minho's knees, peering back at him through messy hair and lust-filled eyes.
He asked as he lined his lover up for entry, "Ready?"
Minho snickered, "Are you?"
Jisung's reply caught in his throat as he was abruptly pushed upward, the sound of colliding flesh once again reverberating throughout the room. His face contorted in pleasure, gripping the other's knees tighter, as he began to jut himself downward, rolling and arching with each thrust.
"Breathe, baby," Minho guided, taking notice of him stifling his breath, and thumbing reassuring circles onto his hip bones.
Jisung exhaled with a sigh, steadying himself on the other's heaving chest, narrowing his focus onto nothing but what he was feeling. His soft, leaking cock started twitching back to life each time their pelvises met.
Minho placed a grounding hand to his lover's cheek, directing his gaze to meet his own. He bit his lower lip, smiling slightly, studying the other's expression carefully.
"This is much better. I missed your face," he cooed.
If it were possible for Jisung to blush any deeper, he would have.
"Haha, stopppp," he giggled, turning away bashfully.
Firmly grasping Jisung's jaw, Minho directed his face back toward his own, bringing them closer together than before.
"Let me look at you. You're so pretty when you're riding me."
Grinning devilishly, he bucked his hips up harder, trying to earn every reaction possible out of the other.
"So handsome when I'm fucking you."
The sincere praise juxtaposed with the intense railing made Jisung's mind go fuzzy. His eyes fluttered shut as his body contracted, overstimulated and overexerted. He couldn't contain his vocalizations any longer, pouring out all the pleasure he had been experiencing that night.
Minho tightened the grip he had on his jaw.
"Jisung. Look at me."
He moaned in satisfaction as their gaze met once again. He could have come that second, but mustering any and all willpower he had, he held back, just so he could savor the scene—and what a scene it was. Jisung's sweat-slick body, his flexed abs, his shiny pecs bouncing, his fully placid, fucked-out expression—it was all so insanely hot. Minho never felt more in control as he released his hand, dropping it onto the other's thigh. He slowed his thrusts, the buildup teetering on unbearable. Jisung compensated by quickening his own pace, chasing that deep pressure Minho had been providing.
"Yeah... j-just like that," Minho groaned out. "Fuck, you're so perfect."
Jisung's mouth hung permanently agape, pushing out various uncontrolled utterances as he held onto Minho's chest for dear life, legs shaking violently.
"Are you close again, baby," Minho whispered in between wrecked exhalations, composure completely slipping away.
"I... I-I don't know i-if I can do it," Jisung whimpered, a breathy rasp lacing every vowel.
"You can, and you will."
Keeping one hand on the other's thigh to steady the shaking, Minho wrapped the other around Jisung's weeping, half-hard dick, and began stroking him, fast and firm, applying pressure with the heel of his palm onto the underside of the tip.
"You're gonna finish with me, got that?"
Jisung's voice raised an octave, moaning out and swearing as the overstimulation intensified. Finally breaking eye contact, he leaned his head against the other's shoulder, unable to hold himself upright. His hips sputtered, legs giving out. He began lazily grinding down, focus dissipating into a cloud of agonizing ecstacy.
"Come on, baby," Minho reassured, pulling him back up by the hair. "You can do it. Just one more for me. Don't forget how much you begged for this."
Jisung's eyes rolled back open, eyelids fluttering involuntarily, as Minho increased speed, determined to draw his lover's third orgasm out by force. He resumed his previous rutting, clenching his jaw with effort as his own orgasm began pooling in the pit of his abdomen.
In an effort to mentally ground himself, Jisung carefully observed the other's visage; the way his masseter bulged out as his jaw tightened, the veins protruding from his temple, furrowed brows above pleading eyes, rosy lips begging to meet his own, beads of sweat perfectly framing an even more perfect face. This is truly the sexiest man he's ever seen.
At that point, all it took was one final command for him to unravel.
"Jisung-ah. Now."
Shuddering, he returned eye contact, letting out a beautiful cry as he painted Minho's stomach in a couple light, but strong spurts.
Almost simultaneously, Minho's back arched, burying himself deep inside with a grunt. He exhaled sharply through gritted teeth as he thoroughly coated Jisung's insides, bucking his pelvis up in desperate, uncontrolled movements.
They both moaned in response to watching the other come, stilling once their peaks had begun their descent. They remained in those positions for a moment; their elevated breathing being the only sound in the apartment.
Jisung, exhausted, rolled back onto the couch, pulling the other on top of him in an embrace. Minho smiled warmly, combing his fingers through the hair of the cutie beneath him, flushed with afterglow.
"I hope you got enough, because I don't think I can come again for another year," Jisung breathed, slinging his arms over his lover's shoulders.
Minho laughed, placing a warm smooch to his forehead. "I was holding back for so long, I don't think I can either."
They exchange laughter in the calm of the dimly lit living room, returning to their usual silly selves. They lay there in the quiet, snuggling for a few minutes.
Jisung was the first to break the silence. "Babe?"
Minho replied, groggy, face buried in his chest, "Yeah, honey..."
"No guarantees I won't mess with you again on stage tomorrow, just saying."
"Now you're just asking for trouble," he groaned, muffled by plush pectorals.
"Always," Jisung chuckled, ruffling the other's hair.
They lay in silence for another moment.
Minho breaks it once again, lifting his head, "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"
"You love me."
"I do."
Jisung beamed, holding him tightly. Minho rolled his eyes, smiling still, and put his hand over the other's face.
"Stop being so cute," he griped, rolling off of him to stand.
"Shall I hide my face forever?"
"Yes, I think the world would thank you," Minho bantered as he headed to the kitchen.
"Where did you gooooooo," Jisung whined from the couch, hands flailing toward the direction in which the other left.
"I'm right here," he responded, voice echoing through the under-sink cabinet he'd shoved his head into.
He returned with a couple of dampened rags and disinfectant spray, and a bottle of water for Jisung.
"Now let's get you cleaned up and in bed before you ruin my couch," he poked, handing the bottle and a rag to Jisung.
"Our couch is fine," he chuckled, sitting up and wiping himself down.
Minho smiled, shaking his head as he took care of the mess on the other's legs. "Whatever you say, sunshine. Now come on, it's getting late. I'll tidy up out here so it's not as much of a mess to deal with in the morning."
"You're the best, babe," Jisung spoke through a yawn, stretching before rising onto unsteady legs. "Whose bed, tonight?"
"Mine, your room's a mess," Minho half-joked, patting him on the butt as he passed.
"No, it's not," he exclaimed dramatically as he headed toward his bathroom, probably a bit too loud for the hour it was.
"Like I said, pain in the ass!"
"Love you, too!"
"Love you more, dummy!"
After briefly rinsing off, the two met back in Minho's bedroom. Minho hadn't bothered to put clothes on, just climbed into bed with what energy he had left. Jisung plopped beside him in black and red plaid pajama pants. He joked about being overdressed, Minho joked about missing his butt, things were back to normal. Jisung put on a movie they'd both seen dozens of times, and they silently watched, snuggled up underneath the blankets, legs tangled, hearts thrumming, simply enjoying the closeness. As the movie ended and they began to drift off, it felt like time stood still, like the world was quiet for just a moment. That was, until both of their phones went off at once, rudely interrupting their blissful moment.
"Ugh, that must be the group chat," Jisung grumbled, reaching for his phone, which was plugged in on the nightstand.
"What does it say," Minho asks, too lazy to check for himself.
Jisung squinted at the bright screen in the dark, alternating between moving it closer and further as his eyes adjusted.
"Looks like Channie-hyung never made it home?"
"He didn't go home with Iyen?"
"He said he left dinner by himself—the guys all went out after the schedule—and hyung hasn't been answering his phone."
Minho finally sat up and felt around in the dark for his phone that had slipped somewhere down the bedspread. "I'll try calling him. Why did Iyen leave alone? They didn't have their bodyguards with them?"
"I just asked. He's typing."
A few tense seconds passed before Jeongin responded.
"So, they were at a private buffet," Jisung paused to read the rest of the message. "Hyunjin got too drunk, and Channie, being the most sober, offered to help Changbin-hyung take him home. Sounds like none of them are responding. Jeongin assumed he would be home by the time he got there."
Minho's expression shifted more serious. "Yeah, Chan isn't picking up, I'll try Binnie."
"I'm honestly worried. This isn't like them... not Channie, at least."
A few more tense seconds passed. They both held their breath as they heard the dial tone come to an abrupt stop. Minho quickly put the call on speaker.
"Bin-ah?"
"...Hey," Changbin responds, sounding a bit hoarse, but otherwise alive. "I see the group chat now. Sorry to worry you guys."
"It's okay. Where's hyung?"
"He's here at our place. He wanted to make sure Jinnie was okay. He... he's tired. He's crashing here for tonight. I'm taking him home in the morning."
"Okay... Well, you should tell Jeongin right now, he seems really worried."
"Already texted him," Jisung interjected.
"Ah, Jisung-ah! Whatsssup," Changbin slurred, clearly still a little less than sober.
"Hi, hyung! You're definitely still drunk, haha."
"...Huh? Yeah..." A distant 'Hi, Hannie~' can be heard from Hyunjin over the speaker.
"Is that Hyunjin," Minho pipes up. "Hyunjin-ah! Hope you guys had fun. Take it easy next time, okay?"
Sounding a little closer to the mic, Hyunjin replies, "I will! Everything's fine now."
"Get some sleep, you two," Jisung chimes, placing his phone back on the nightstand after relaying everything to Jeongin.
"Glad everything's alright. Tell Chan-ah to call me in the morning," Minho suggested, hovering over the End Call button.
"Okay, goodniigghtt," Changbin sang in English before quickly hanging up.
Minho handed his phone to Jisung to plug in next to his, slinking back down under the covers.
"That was... weird," Minho chuckled, awkwardly.
Jisung gave an awkward laugh in response. "It's been a weird day, altogether."
"Heh, It has, hasn't it?" Minho wrapped a secure arm around the other, pulling him closer.
"Something in the air, I guess."
"Definitely something."
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