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“Jisung…”
Minho pouted up at Jisung from underneath the desk, patting at his knee gently to get his attention. Jisung had been working at the studio for hours already, despite promising him that he would be back at the dorm by now. Minho was now desperate enough that he had slid under the desk to settle by Jisung’s feet, occasionally prodding at his leg to attempt to get his attention, only to be met with indifference and an occasional dismissive glance.
At first he had been rather crestfallen, but something about the bored way Jisung stared down at him and the absolute indifference he was being given in favor of whatever track Jisung was working on was ticking off something in the back of his mind. Every time his attempts to gain attention were met with nonchalance, Minho couldn’t help but feel heat begin to pool inside of him, the cold glances sending shivers down his spine that went straight to his cock.
It was a growing problem that Minho couldn’t keep ignoring, but maybe he could use it to his advantage.
He pawed at Jisung’s knee again, sliding his fingers up his leg until it rested about mid-thigh.
“Jisung, please.”
Minho looked up at him imploringly, his eyes already beginning to water slightly. He grinded down on Jisung’s foot, the hard leather of his boot creating delicious friction against his half hard cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and stifled a whine with his other hand, biting down on his knuckle to keep his moans from getting too loud.
The sounds of Jisung tapping at the keyboard paused for a moment before continuing, and Minho glanced up to see the same bored expression on Jisung’s face, deadpan as he stared at his laptop screen.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Minho slid his hand further up Jisung’s thigh, resting it over his crotch and fingering at the zipper of his fly as if to ask for permission, only for his hand to be slapped away, his knuckles stinging from the impact. Jisung stared down at him, annoyance furrowing his brow.
“Didn’t I already tell you I’m working right now? Don’t bother me.”
Minho immediately teared up even more, liquid collecting in the corner of his eyes as he sniffled pathetically. All he wanted was a bit of promised attention from his boyfriend, but he knew better than to actually interrupt him when he was in a productive mood. All he could do is slowly work his way up and try to gain bits and pieces, little by little.
He laid his cheek on Jisung’s thigh to get a better angle, rubbing against the soft fabric as he looked up at him pleadingly, hoping that the tears in his eyes would bring some sympathy to his cause.
Fuck. There was always something so attractive about Jisung when he was so clearly passionate and engrossed in his work, his brows furrowed in concentration as he stared at the screen.
Minho couldn’t help but salivate a little, the slightest bit of drool leaking past his bite-swollen lips and dribbling onto the fabric of Jisung’s pants. He hurriedly closed his mouth, sucking up the remaining saliva that threatened to slip past his lips, but Jisung had already noticed, he always did.
“Minho,” Jisung sighed, his nose wrinkling in irritation, “You’re cleaning that later, right.”
It was a statement, not a question, and there was something so utterly disappointed in the tone of his voice that sent another shiver down his spine. Minho whined wordlessly in response, rubbing his cheek against Jisung’s thigh in apology.
He returned to his work again and Minho settled to wait quietly, occasionally grinding his hips against Jisung's booted foot, little muffled whines sliding past his lips as he became fully hard, precum beginning to stain the inside of his briefs.
Several minutes passed like that before Jisung leaned back in his chair and settled his palms on his thighs, looking up as he seemingly contemplated his work. Minho zeroed in on his hands, swallowing down the saliva that threatened to overflow out of his mouth again as his eyes traced along the ridges of his knuckles and veins, tendons shifting as Jisung flexed his hands.
If he couldn’t have dick, then he could at least have fingers, could he not? If he saw an opportunity, he was going to take it. Minho reached out and grabbed Jisung’s hand, taking three fingers into his mouth immediately. He moaned at how full his mouth felt, taking in the faintly salty taste of Jisung’s skin. Minho closed his lips over Jisung’s fingers, scraping his teeth slightly over his knuckles as he bobbed his head, even hollowing his cheeks so he could properly suck on his fingers.
His hips twitched forward involuntarily, rutting against Jisung’s foot for the friction as his eyes rolled back, the combined sensation of his filled mouth and pressure against his cock almost too much for him to handle.
Minho was snapped out of his hazy, pleasure-filled fog when Jisung suddenly pulled his fingers out of his mouth, staring down at the slick mess on his skin with a hint of disdain in his expression.
Minho half-expected him to finally give in and give him some attention, but Jisung rolled his eyes in exasperation, roughly wiping his fingers on Minho’s cheek, smearing half-dried saliva all over his skin.
He glared down at Minho, grabbing his chin with one hand, almost hard enough to bruise. Minho could feel even more precum leak out, staining through his briefs and probably onto his sweatpants as he stared up breathlessly at Jisung.
“Behave.”
Minho stared back at him, heartbeat fluttering in his chest and barely breathing as he waited for the well overdue discipline for his actions, drool pooling on his tongue, only for Jisung to let go of his jaw with a last squeeze, wiping his hand on his pants for good measure before returning to his work again.
The tears in his eyes finally spilled over, dripping down his cheeks as he began crying in earnest out of frustration and neediness, mouthing at the fabric of Jisung’s pants and grinding against his foot even still. Despite his desperation and need for Jisung’s attention, he couldn’t help but be turned on by the way Jisung ignored him.
“Oh, baby…”
Jisung slid a hand into Minho’s hair, carding through the strands a few times before gripping it tightly by the roots and tugging back until Minho looked up at him with wet eyes. Minho blinked up at him, his bottom lip wobbling as more tears threatened to leak out of the corners of his eyes. They both knew what he wanted and Minho’s gaze flicked down to Jisung’s crotch before staring up at him pleadingly again.
Jisung sighed exasperatedly, letting go of Minho’s hair to tug at his waistband, pulling his pants down until it rested right below his hips. He palmed at his clothed dick, raising an eyebrow at Minho.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?”
Minho whined in response, reaching a hand out to help Jisung pull his pants down before being slapped away again.
Jisung tugged his waistband down, letting it settle right under his cock as he pumped himself a few times. He was already half-hard and Minho marveled at how much Jisung had been able to conceal, seemingly unaffected while precum was already wetting the tip of his cock.
He surged forward, wrapping his lips around the head of Jisung’s cock, moaning as the faintly salty tang of his precum filled his mouth. Jisung slid a hand into Minho’s hair as he began bobbing up and down on his cock, pausing at the top to swirl his tongue around the tip and dipping into his slit before sinking down all the way, swallowing around the intrusion in his throat.
Jisung let out a groan, fingers tightening in Minho’s hair as he rutted up into his mouth, head thrown back against the back of his chair as he bit down on his lip. Minho gagged slightly, but took it all in stride, tears beginning to gather at the corners of his eyes again as he was held in place by the fist in his hair, letting his throat get fucked sore.
He yanked Minho off his cock, watching him splutter and gasp hard for a moment, spit dripping down his chin before he was shoving his cock back in, forcing the entire length down his throat each time he thrust in. Jisung fucked his throat relentlessly, the sound of Minho’s gurgling almost too loud in the room. He could feel his eyes watering even more, the tears beginning to drip down his cheeks as he struggled to breathe through his nose, but he was so close to coming, so sensitive that every nudge of Jisung’s foot against his cock sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine, nearly sending him over the edge.
Minho struggled to open his eyes properly, trying his best to plead with Jisung through the tears blurring his vision as he stared up at him imploringly. Jisung seemed to get the message, tilting his foot up so that it was pressing more harshly against the bottom of Minho’s cock, the angle much easier for Minho to grind on. He loosened his grip on Minho’s hair, letting him have more range of movement to rut against the hard friction.
With a few more rolls of his hips, Minho tipped over the edge, cum soaking the inside of his briefs as he gasped and whimpered around the cock in his mouth. A strangled moan slipped past his lips as he worked himself through his orgasm, not even stopping as it bordered on oversensitivity until Jisung himself took his foot away. He whined at the loss, his eyes rolling back as he reached down to palm himself even though the sensation was a heady mix of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck,” Jisung hissed.
Jisung pulled out of Minho’s mouth and pumped his cock, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he drew closer and closer to orgasm. Minho was still dazed from his own orgasm, tears wetting his lashes, but he recovered quickly, settling on his hands and knees as he waited obediently, letting his tongue loll out so he could catch as much cum as he could in his mouth.
With one last pull at his cock, Jisung came all over Minho’s face, the cum streaking across his face and falling into his open mouth. His face was a mess, a mixture of tears and cum running down his cheeks, a clump of cum slipping down to string across his lashes.
Jisung stared at Minho contemplatively, thumbing at his swollen lip for a moment before digging his nail in to stretch his mouth open even more. Minho twitched as Jisung hocked and spit into his mouth, some of the saliva splattering across his bottom lip, but he stayed obediently still, letting the mess slowly slide down his chin as Jisung hummed noncommittally. He moved his face side to side as if to admire his handiwork before letting go, patting Minho’s cheek as he swallowed down the mixture dutifully. Minho opened his mouth after to show that he had swallowed it all, a pleasant, proud afterglow rushing through him as Jisung smiled and patted his head gently.
Jisung grabbed a wet wipe from the pack on top of the table, wiping away the mess on Minho’s face and pressing a kiss against the top of his head once he was done.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I, baby?”
Minho smiled at him, resting his cheek against his thigh as Jisung carded his fingers through his hair.
“No, that was perfect .”