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Jeongin wakes slowly. The sun is starting to creep into their window, shining directly into Jeongin’s eyes. He rolls over, reaching for Minho to pull his boyfriend against his chest.
Minho snuffles sleepily but doesn’t complain when Jeongin’s hands rest against his chest and his stomach, he just nuzzles his head against the pillow and his breath begins to even out.
Jeongin runs his hands down Minho’s chest, slowly slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of his boyfriend’s boxers but something feels-
Off.
Where he would normally come in contact with the leaky tip of Minho’s dick, Jeongin’s hand finds nothing. He slips his fingers down further and still- nothing.
He makes a disgruntled noise into the back of Minho’s neck, which it met with nothing more than a sleepy mumble. If something was truly wrong, Minho would have said something by now, he would be able to feel if-
If what?
His dick just magically disappeared overnight? Jeongin almost laughs at the thought. There’s no way someone’s dick can just magically disappear overnight. That’s absurd.
But as he keeps up his path downwards, the thought becomes less and less absurd. His hand has come in contact with nothing except smooth skin, no dick in sight.
Jeongin opens his mouth to say something, but cuts himself off when he feels it. There’s a wetness between Minho’s thighs, and right where the base of his dick should be are-
No fucking way Jeongin thinks to himself hysterically no fucking way my boyfriends dick has been magically replaced with a pussy.
Minho chuckles, Jeongin can feel it against his chest, can hear it in the still air of their bedroom. Minho has a pussy and he’s laughing .
Jeongin is going to lose his fucking mind.
“I was wondering when you would notice.” Minho turns and looks over his shoulder at Jeongin, mischief dancing in his eyes.
Ah. So he did know. He knew and he elected to just let Jeongin find out for himself.
Bastard.
Jeongin runs his fingers against where Minho is soaked and delights in the startled little whimper he gets in response. Got him.
“Were you planning on keeping this a secret from me?” Jeongin presses a finger meanly against Minho’s clit, he can feel it throb in response. Minho’s eyes go glassy at the pressure, his cute mouth dropping open. He shakes his head minutely, but Jeongin doesn’t believe him.
“No? Then why didn’t you say anything to me, kitty?” A mewl slips out at the nickname. They don’t use it often, but when they do, Minho always reacts so
beautifully.
“Were you shy?” Minho shakes his head again. “Good boy. I can make you feel so good, you know that, right?” Minho nods.
Jeongin’s fingers slip down to Minho’s hole, tight and steadily leaking slick. He presses one finger against Minho’s entrance, just to watch his brows pinch at the sensation, then slowly draws back, reveling in the tiny, hurt sound that Minho lets out.
“What do you want, baby?” It’s a low blow, with the way Minho is acting, he probably can’t string a coherent thought together right now, but Jeongin looks down at him expectantly.
“Touch me.” Eventually slips out of Minho’s mouth, and Jeongin rewards him by slowly inching one finger in, the warm wet heat enveloping the digit makes his vision blurry at the edges, and the whine that Minho lets out makes arousal turn in Jeongin’s stomach, his brain telling him to just take take take .
Jeongin slowly fingers Minho, adding more fingers and pressing them up against the soft, spongy spot inside of Minho until his legs are trembling and he starts pleading, soft little please ’s spilling out between breathy moans. Jeongin draws his fingers out, soaked in Minho’s slick.
He doesn’t even think twice before bringing them up to his mouth for a taste, and the sweetness bursting on his tongue has Jeongin turning Minho on his back and diving between his thighs before he can even think twice.
Jeongin slurps noisily against Minho’s pussy, tongue pressing against his hole and nose bumping against Minho’s clit. Minho shrieks at the sensation, thighs closing tight around Jeongin’s head, holding him in place. As if Jeongin would ever want to leave.
Minho tastes divine , slick pouring into Jeongin’s mouth, and he laps it all up like a man starved. A few moments later, Minho is trembling through an orgasm, more sweet slick leaking into Jeongin’s mouth. He laps it all up, pushing Minho’s thighs away from his face and backing up.
Jeongin can feel how wet the bottom half of his face is, but he does nothing about it, instead he kneels between Minho’s thighs, bumping the head of his dick against Minho’s clit. Minho trembles at the sensation, eyes glassy and staring up at him, pleading at him.
“Should I fuck you now, kitty? Is that what my perfect little kitty wants?” Minho nods dumbly. Jeongin grins and slots the head of his dick against Minho’s entrance, teasing the other man.
He draws back just to watch Minho’s reaction, a small whine slipping out from between his lips, his legs coming up to wrap around Jeongin’s waist, trying to pull him back in. Jeongin teases him like this for a few minutes more before finally giving in and slipping the head of his dick gently inside.
Jeongin’s vision nearly whites out at the sensation, the noises slipping out of Minho’s mouth not helping him at all.
Minho is so tight it’s almost as if Jeongin never even prepped him in the first place. Minho is clenching down around him so perfectly that Jeongin is afraid he might cum on the spot. Jeongin brushes his thumb against Minho’s clit gently, trying to help ease the other man into the sensation, and after a few minutes, Minho finally relaxes enough that Jeongin can slip inside a few more inches.
It feels like heaven inside of the other man, like Jeongin could spend the rest of his life fucking Minho like this and die a happy man.
A minute or two later, Jeongin is finally seated all the way inside Minho, the other man’s eyes are closed, fists clenched against the sheets, a light sheen of sweat covering his body.
Jeongin leans down and licks a stripe up Minho’s neck, dotting kisses across his cheek until he reaches Minho’s lips. They kiss softly for a few moments before Minho pulls back and nods minutely.
Immediately it’s like a switch is flipped in Jeongin, he pulls out almost entirely before fucking brutally back into Minho.
The other man moans, head thrown back against the pillow. Jeongin likes Minho like this the best, when he’s lost all inhibitions, just lets himself go and feel .
Jeongin begins rubbing his thumb against Minho’s clit once again, the other man’s eyes shooting open, mouth opening, whines spilling out as he shakes through a second orgasm. Jeongin keeps fucking him, and will continue to keep fucking him, until they pass out from exhaustion.
And then maybe they’ll keep fucking after they wake up. Who knows? They have the whole day ahead of them to explore Minho’s new dilemma.