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“So what was that?” Minho asked as soon as they entered their home.
“What?” Jisung asked while taking off his jacket.
“When you got down on your knees.” Minho answered seriously.
Jisung pretended not to hear and went to lie down on the couch, exhausted after the first day of the fan meeting.
Minho stood in front of him, “Not to mention what you did right after.”
“Hyung, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jisung looked at Minho with his usual innocent little face, smiling.
Minho grabbed his cheeks between his fingers, forcing the pout he loved so much. Jisung emphasized it by adding sad eyebrows. “When you shook your hips, showing your butt to the whole arena on the big screen.” Minho said, still deadly serious.
Jisung suddenly jerked his head back to free himself, “And why were you watching the big screen?”
“Don’t make me angry, Han-ah.” Minho said, carefully articulating each word.
“I saw you crossing your legs afterwards. Was there some kind of… inconvenience?” Jisung replied, putting back on his innocent pout.
Minho rolled his eyes to the ceiling and sighed. He began to undo the belt of his jeans, “I just wanted to go to bed, Hannie.” he said, pulling it off completely.
“Come on, we’ve got a big day tomorrow!” Jisung answered, glancing towards their bedroom and trying to get up, already knowing he would be stopped.
With one hand, Minho pushed him back down on the couch. “Do we want to talk about that white turtleneck?”
“Cute, right? I bought it with Channie-hyung just for the performance. He says it makes my chest stand out, what do you think?” Jisung continued cheerfully, as if he were chatting at a café with friends and not standing under his boyfriend’s shadow, ready to make him pay.
“I think we should burn it.” Minho ran a hand through his own hair, visibly agitated.
“You think so? I could just not wear it tomorrow, but you know what JYP thinks about my tattoos. I can’t just show them like that.” Jisung said thoughtfully.
“Hannie.” Minho said in a warning tone.
“Minho-hyung.” Jisung replied, imitating his serious voice sarcastically.
“Stand up.” Minho ordered.
“Going to bed?” Jisung asked with a smile, getting up.
Minho unzipped his jeans “Since you are so good at it, why don't you show hyung how fast you can get on your knees?”
Jisung made a pleasant smile. That's what he expected? Absolutely yes. Did he want to give to him so easily? Nope. “Don't you even want to give your baby a little kiss first?” Said pouting again.
Minho immediately took his cheeks between one hand, he got closer and licked that pout from down to up. After that he set him free and pressured him down with that same hand on his shoulder.
Jisung didn't resist, falling to his knees and looking straight ahead, at Minho's groin level, anticipating what was about to happen.
The memory of Jisung kneeling in front of him in front of thousands of people made Minho's jeans throb. He put his hand in his boxers and, without even lowering his pants, freed himself, ready to receive sweet caresses from his favorite tongue.
Jisung's eyes lit up as he saw his tip already beaded with sweat.
Jisung's eyes lit up when he saw his tip already beaded with sweat. “Oh, I bet you've been thinking about this moment throughout the whole Fan Meeting, right, hyung?”
Minho looked down at him, all of Jisung's outfits from that day flashing through his mind. From the white hoodie to the shirt with vest and tie. Not to mention that fucking white sweater. He brought a hand behind his head and gently pushed it closer to him.
Jisung didn't want to give in so soon. He was on his knees, yes, but he knew Minho was totally in his power at that moment. “Just tell me the moment when you got the hardest. If you answer correctly, I'll give you what you want, baby.”
Minho was at his limit, he could barely understand the meaning of the words Jisung was saying to him. But the image of his Hannie happy and smiling at a fan meeting, something that hadn't happened in three years, filled his heart with pure joy. And the love he felt for him made him harder than any ass wiggle could. “When you sang Cover Me next to me.” He gently placed a hand on his cheek. “I love you so much.” His eyes had gone from hard and serious to sweet and deep, lost in those of the boy kneeling in front of him.
Jisung smiled, he didn't need anything else. He wrapped his hand around Minho's base, opened his mouth, looked his hyung in the eyes, and welcomed his cock between his lips.
Minho immediately squeezed his eyes shut and raised his head, holding his breath, exhaling only when Jisung began to move slowly along his entire length.
Jisung loved that sight. Minho, his Minho, completely lost in pleasure, unable to even look at him. It didn't last long, though. As soon as he recovered from the initial shock, he immediately looked back at him. Jisung knew how much he liked to look at him.
The sight of Jisung bobbing his head back and forth, giving him pleasure, forced Minho to let out a moan. He saw the corners of Jisung's mouth widen into a smile. Jisung was pleased. He knew he was doing a great job.
Jisung moved his free hand to the jeans that hugged Minho's thighs. He continued to move up until he reached the T-shirt tucked into his pants. With a decisive gesture, he pulled out a flap just enough to slip his hand underneath. As he continued to pump with his mouth, he ran his hand over Minho's soft belly and began to squeeze it gently.
Minho suddenly smiled, remembering Jisung's mongnyong mongnyong. “You have to stop making those sounds at my belly in front of people.”
In response, Jisung squeezed Minho's stomach harder repeatedly and then caressed it gently.
Minho knew that if his mouth wasn't busy, he would repeat that silly but cute sound.
Jisung began to increase the pace, immediately sensing Minho's body stiffening. When Minho stroked his hair and almost clung to it, he knew it was time to finish the job.
He concentrated his efforts on the tip while his hand began to make circular movements, moving back and forth. He looked at his hyung, who opened his mouth as if he wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. Jisung felt Minho's fingers tapping quickly but gently through his hair. When I'm about to come, I can't talk, so I can't warn you, but I'll let you know somehow. Jisung still remembered teenager Minho's words when he first shyly confessed that “terrible secret” to him, somehow embarrassed.
Jisung increased his speed again and immediately found Minho's warm juices on his tongue. He looked at him, squinting his closed eyes as he raised his head to the ceiling, letting out a moan so loud that it almost made Jisung come, his excitement still stifled by his pants.
Minho looked at Jisung, breathing heavily. He watched him go back and forth two more times to clean his cock thoroughly, then pulled away, swallowing.
Minho looked at him with eyes that could never show all the love he felt for that boy. He ran his thumb over the sides of his mouth to wipe away the few drops that had spilled out, then bent down to give Jisung a chaste kiss on the lips.
Jisung sank down onto his heels and smiled smugly, like a puppy who had done his job well and was just waiting to be petted by his favorite person, “I love you, bug.” Minho said, stroking his cheek, smiling.
Jisung stood up, satisfied, took his face in both hands, and kissed him again. “Happy Valentine's Day, my jagi.”