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At those words, Minho immediately began kissing him again. Even messier this time, even more desperate. Then, the player suddenly moved forwards until he was straddling Jisung’s chest. He wasn’t putting any pressure on his ribcage at all, but the feeling was still close to overwhelming. And Jisung genuinely almost fainted when he saw that by now, Minho was palming himself through his jeans.
“Please,” he begged again, almost as if that was the only word he still knew. “Please.”
Minho’s hands immediately scrambled to open his fly so that he could take out his own cock and… wow. Jisung began salivating as soon as he saw it. It was as perfect as the rest of Minho. Pale, with a pink tip and veins running along the side of it. It had a slight curve and… well… it was big. Bigger than anything Jisung had ever taken. And Jisung had never ever wanted anything so desperately as he wanted Minho absolutely tear him apart.
“Please,” he begged again. He couldn’t move much. Not with Minho still kneeling right on top of his chest. But he at least tried to lift his head as far as he could. He opened his mouth, he even let his tongue lall out. He wanted Minho to stuff him full.
However, the rugby player just pushed him back down. “Not now,” he said gently but decidedly. Then, he suddenly stood up.
Like this, with Minho practically towering over him, Jisung felt completely helpless on the ground. He was still panting, and his dick was still flush against his stomach, hard and wet and still occasionally twitching. Jisung wanted to cover himself, to do something, anything.
But Minho kept him in place with his gaze alone. He had undressed himself completely, all while his eyes had never left Jisung, not even for a second. And when he was done, he directed Jisung to lift his hips and then his legs and easily pulled his pants off as well.
Soon, Minho was standing above Jisung, lazily pumping his cock with one hand while regarding the naked diver below him with an expression that showed nothing but pure desire. “Turn around for me,” he mumbled. “On your hands and knees, Baby.”
Jisung immediately obeyed but as soon as he had assumed his position, he panicked. Shit. Having not exactly anticipated well… this. He had brought neither lube nor condoms to the village with him… and they were definitely going to need those. He was pretty sure that Felix had some, but he had no idea where and…
“Hey…” Minho’s voice had changed entirely. A hand began rubbing soothing circles on Jisung’s back and Minho came to kneel next to him. “Is everything okay? We don’t have to do this, remember? If you don’t want to, we can stop at any time. Are you not comfortable with this position? Would you rather go back to laying on your back? Is looking at me better?”
God, how was this man so perfect? Jisung almost groaned. And how was he so fucking pathetic? “I just…” he began and wished the ground would simply open up and swallow him whole. “I don’t know where my lube and condoms are… I…”
But Minho stopped him with a light kiss to his shoulder. “They provide us with condoms,” he mumbled quietly. “Everyone in the village gets two per day. They even look kind of cute? I have some with me.” He shrugged and then chuckled lowly. “And our captain gave all of us lube as well.” He shook his head. “He said that he can’t stop us from having sex anyways, but he at least wants us all to be able to walk at all times.”
Jisung giggled a little. He already felt himself relax again. Minho had lube and condoms. Minho had everything under control. Minho would take care of him. “Good for us,” he mumbled and wiggled his ass a little. “Go on then.”
***
Minho prepared him with so much patience and care that it almost made Jisung want to cry. Normally, he would have felt vulnerable in the position he was in. Especially with a stranger. But with Minho he only felt cared for. He only felt safe.
The rugby player really took his time with gently working his fingers into Jisung to carefully stretch him out. All while littering kisses all over his shoulders and neck and hair and every other part of him that he could reach. The pleasure was constant but not overwhelming. And Jisung wasn’t sure whether he had ever been as relaxed as he was right then and there.
He almost felt out of it when Minho eventually determined that he was ready. “Baby?” he asked quietly and pressed yet another kiss right between Jisung’s shoulder blades before ever so gently removing his fingers from his ass. “Would you like to turn back around for me?”
Jisung nodded and immediately let himself fall onto his stomach so that he could easily roll onto his back. When he looked up, he realised that it was the first time that he saw Minho’s face since he had turned around. The expression on it inadvertently caused him to have to swallow. It was endeared, adoring… almost loving.
“So beautiful,” Minho almost said it more to himself than to Jisung. He sounded completely in awe. “Could you maybe hold your legs up for me?”
Jisung did and as soon as he had opened them, Minho was already leaning over him and kissing him again. He was dizzy once more when Minho somehow managed to hold himself up with only one hand so that he could push the other one between them. Jisung gasped when he finally felt the tip of Minho’s cock nudging against him.
He had to hold himself back from just pushing down onto it. He really wanted Minho inside of himself, but he was also pretty sure that Minho would like him to stay as still as possible. So he exercised every little bit of self-control that he had and he got rewarded for it when Minho pressed another kiss to his lips and praised him again. “So good for me. So perfect.”
Eventually, the rugby player began pushing into him. However, he did it agonizingly slow. Jisung was about to throw a tantrum, when he started to feel the stretch and God… it felt so good. It wasn’t painful per say but it was still noticeable, and it burned slightly, and it had Jisung close his eyes so he wouldn’t immediately come. “Fuck me,” he mumbled. “Please, just fuck me.”
It was as if Minho’s resolve finally crumbled. Because it didn’t take more than that for the rugby player to start thrusting into him in earnest. Jisung moaned unabashedly. He grasped at Minho’s back, slung his legs around his waist and just clung on for dear life. “More. More.” he demanded as Minho kept punching gasps and moans out of him. He simply just couldn’t get enough. “More!”
His words caused Minho to groan loudly. And suddenly, Jisung found himself on his hands and knees again. He whined and threw his head back, pushing his ass back as much as he could, and Minho got the message. He really started fucking him… hard.
Soon, Jisung found himself with his face pressed into a pillow. He was completely boneless and the only reason why his hips weren’t flat against the mattress was that Minho was still holding him up. The angle should have been awkward, but it was so good. Skin hit skin again and again as Minho kept fucking Jisung into the mattress and Jisung just knew that there was no way he would be walking right at the ceremony tomorrow. In that moment, he couldn’t have cared any less.
When Minho tightened his grip on Jisung’s hips and pulled him back up, once again spearing him completely onto his cock, Jisung’s eyes widened. Minho’s grasp was iron and Jisung really, really hoped that it wouldn’t bruise. “Minho,” he somehow managed between his constant moaning. “I’m going to come.” He had to pause. “On my back.” He swallowed. “Please.”
Minho understood him immediately and just a heartbeat later Jisung found himself on his back again, his legs spread as widely as he could manage. Minho was between them, looking like someone straight out of some fantasy and Jisung was gasping for air. His hands were desperately trying to find purchase on Minho, on the mattress, anywhere… And then the rugby player curled a hand around Jisung’s cock, and it barely took two pumps before Jisung’s entire body was locking up and he was coming all over his stomach with a cry.
Minho carried him through it, kissed him again and again as Jisung began shivering with the aftershocks of the hardest he had ever orgasmed in his life. The rugby player kept thrusting into him, kept being there with him until he knew that it was truly over… But then he slowed down and even began to pull out and Jisung… Jisung panicked.
He turned back on his stomach and presented his ruined hole as best as he could. He arched his back and let his head fall to the side. “Please,” he whimpered weakly. “Please, want it inside. Come inside of me.”
Minho cursed. “Are you sure?” He sounded almost strained. Jisung nodded wildly. “Yes,” he breathed. “Please, please, please.”
The rugby player pushed back into him. He was still completely hard and Jisung could tell that he was desperate because this time, he hadn’t been slow in the slightest. Jisung was so sensitive that it almost bordered on being painful, but God, he wanted it so, so bad. He let out his loudest moan yet, when Minho began fucking him again.
This was different and Jisung… Jisung fucking loved it. Now that Minho didn’t need to be focused on Jisung’s pleasure anymore he just let his hips snap against his ass again and again and again, until he let out a loud groan and pushed himself in as deep as he possibly could. Jisung couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He fell down onto his stomach and Minho fell right on top of him.
It was a lot. It was so much. But wow, Jisung felt so full, so satisfied, so endlessly good.
***
To absolutely no one’s surprise whatsoever, Jisung woke up in pain the next day. From his ass to his back, everything hurt. A fact that Felix, who had of course known what Jisung had been up to as soon as he had walked into their room because well… it was Felix, found absolutely hilarious.
“I mean, I get the ass,” he laughed when Jisung tried to put on some pants - and failed miserably, groaning when he couldn’t even reach his foot. “But what the fuck did you get up to that your entire body seems to hurt?”
Jisung let out another groan. “I think it was just the floor,” he whined. “It was hard as fuck.”
His words had Felix erupt into hysterical giggles again. “Well, what the fuck were you doing on the floor?” He shook his head. “I mean… you know that I am all about exploring your kinks, but do you really think the Olympics are the place to do it?”
Jisung hid his face in his hands. “I was just scared about the bed…” he mumbled. “I didn’t want it to break.” Why in the world Jisung had expected understanding from Felix, maybe even some compassion, he didn’t know. They had been friends for most of their lives after all. At this point, he should have really known better. He should have known that Felix would just start to laugh even harder.
“You know that these beds are designed to hold up to 250 kilos, right?” he giggled. “This isn’t Tokyo my guy. There is no intimacy ban anymore.” He laughed again. “We took the bed, and we were just fine.”
Jisung threw a pillow at his friend. Wow. He was so endlessly embarrassed. No wonder that Minho had seemed so relaxed about the bed. No wonder that he had insisted that they would have probably been fine. The poor guy had probably thought that Jisung was completely mental for wanting to fuck on the floor. Jisung groaned. He was so humiliated.
Felix sighed. “Hey,” he said gently. “I’m just teasing you. You didn’t do anything wrong and there is no need to be embarrassed.” He rubbed Jisung’s back. “You took extra precautions and that isn’t wrong or weird.” He shrugged. “You just made extra sure that no one would know.”
Jisung nodded. In that moment, Felix’s words had truly served to soothe him. Even if he had later been forced to realise that his plan could have not backfired in a worse way.
When the opening ceremony had come, Jisung had given his best to walk as normally as he could. But apparently, he had done a terrible job. So terrible in fact that he was forced to give an interview on their national news the next day to reassure everyone that he was not injured and had just been sore from a “lower body workout” with members of the rugby team.