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"Yah, Hyung, what the fuck are you doing"? Jisung yells into the microphone as he steers his vehicle skillfully through the obstacles on the race track. "You're supposed to stay on the road. You even have motion control activated"!
There's no reason for Mario Kart of all games, to be this stressful. But apparently, Jisung only has to play with his best friend aka licensed driver as of yesterday, to loose his mind over it. Hyunjin, as good as an actual driver he might possibly be, is a horrible gamer. Pft, Jisung doesn't even count playing Mario games as 'gaming', but he was bored out of his mind and running out of options. The entire apartment is clean, the laundry done, fridge stocked, hell, even his papers for his degree are done. What else was he supposed to do until Minho comes home from work?
"Jisung", Hyunjin's voice squeaks through his headphones. "I think I lost the track. There's a thing flying above my head telling me to turn around but I don't know which way".
He's a lost cause.
Jisung is deep into explaining how to use drift to get around bends more easily after Hyunjin fell down rainbow boulevard for the sixth time, when suddenly the door to his room opens and Minho steps in.
"I need to sit on your dick".
"You what"? Jisung gawks. He didn't even have time to mute the channel and judging by the gagging noise coming from the other end, Hyunjin heard everything.
"That's my sign to leave. Use Protection", is the last thing Jisung hears through his headphones before the call goes silent.
"Nevermind, I'll just", Minho visibly blushes and gestures towards the bathroom, "go take a shower".
Jisung frowns. Something is up. He takes off headphones and follows Minho into the hallway.
"Darling"? He asks carefully and takes Minho's hand in his. "What happened"?
"It's not-", Minho sighs in exhaustion and something heavier underneath. "Can we eat first? I'm starving".
Jisung nods and gives him a smile. "Sure, I'll prepare something".
"Don't burn down the kitchen", Minho quips and kisses Jisung's cheek before closing the bathroom door behind him.
Jisung gives his best. He isn't that much of a great cook but he still manages some kimchi fried rice and eggs, a simple staple he knows Minho loves. They eat in relative silence, for the exceptions of appreciative hums from Minho's side and a few comments about his day from Jisung. The strange tension in his boyfriend's behavior is still present, even though the shower and food have taken off its edge a little.
However, it's clear whatever darkens Minho's mood is bad enough to render him quiet. It's not something that happens often, Minho doesn't take things to heart easily, doesn't linger on most unsolicited comments. So whatever is simmering below the surface, if Minho has to brace himself for it, so will Jisung.
"Wanna watch a movie"?
Minho's head peeks up at the question. "Sure. You have anything in mind"?
Jisung hums. "Either something comforting, Ghibli or similar, or a bad horror movie".
Minho cracks a grin. "Odd choices you have there". He takes a moment to consider. "But I'm more in the mood for something to take my mind off things, so horror"?
"Alright", Jisung goes along. "Hyunjinie told me there's a new one on netflix, with terrible rating, too. Wanna give it a shot"?
Minho nods. "Sounds good".
They finish dinner in silence that feels a little less gloomy and while Minho puts away the dishes, Jisung heads to the living room. He is quick to fluff up the pillows, close the curtains and light a few candles before starting the TV and logging into their account.
"What's all this for"? Minho stands in the doorway, eyes taking in the rather romantic atmosphere in the room.
"I'm setting the mood", Jisung tries to hide his grin and fails massively. After all he does try to set the mood, just not exactly for the genre at hand.
"Candles for a horror movie? You surprise me bug", Minho teases and drops down on the couch.
And I'll surprise you some more
The movie is, for a lack of better words, shit. It's terribly predictable, jumpscares exactly when expected and like the two of them have seem before countless times. The acting is laughable enough to loosen the remaining tension in Minho's shoulders and for Jisung to put his plan into action.
During a particularly ridiculous scene, he wraps his arms around Minho pulls him into his lap.
He does it slowly, like it's not following the purpose he clearly has in mind. But it's Friday, they have time.
Minho makes himself comfortable between Jisung's outstretched legs, resting his back against the strong chest behind him and relaxes with a long sigh.
For a while, neither of them really moves. Jisung isn't sure if Minho is actually paying attention to the movie or if he's lost in thought. Jisung, on the other hand, has his entire focus on the man in his lap. Combing his fingers through damp strands of hair, scratching lightly over his scalp, feeling him lean into the touch.
With Minho's solid weight pressed against him like this, Jisung can't ignore how it feeds into the heat simmering in his abdomen. Even after years of getting three-monthly injections, it amazes Jisung just how, well, potent, testosterone is. Sure, the state of permanent horniness shortly after getting his shot can be a nuisance at times, but overall, he loves it.
Jisung lets his hands travel from the crown of Minhos head to his broad shoulders, hearing him groan as soon as he digs his fingers into the tight traps.
"Good"? Jisung whispers into Minho's ear, earning him a nod and another groan when Jisung's thumb presses into the muscle where his neck meets his shoulder.
"Yeah, feels good". Minho sounds a little breathy and Jisung can't wait to hear more of it.
Jisung fully gives up on paying even the smallest bit of attention to the movie and focuses entirely on Minho in his lap, drinking in the tiniest noises and twitches of his body under Jisung's ministrations. And he goes completely lax, as if Jisung hit some sort of power button, Minho melts into him. So much so the younger man starts to believe he might've dozen off, until Minho suddenly speaks, just barely audible over the movie still playing on TV.
"My boss called me into the office today", Minho begins, hands coming to fidget with his cuticles. Jisung immediately reaches for the remote and lowers the volume to quiet background noise before Minho continues. "A parent somehow, fuck I have no idea how, found out I'm gay and is now demanding I get fired for quote on quote 'being an influence of perversion' on her daughter". He laughs dryly.
Jisung stills, dread seeping into his bones.
"I guess to my luck, my boss told me she's not gonna fire me for my decision", Minho draws air quotes, "on who I go to bed with and will try to find a solution both sides are happy with. Something like this. As if that woman would be happy with anything else besides me getting sacked on the spot. Which, as we know, didn't happen. So I guess the lesser evil is one kid less in my class. I don't know".
Jisung has been quiet the whole time Minho talked. Now he scoffs. "Decision my ass, fucking hell, those people are the ones that shouldn't even have children".
Minho hums. "True. To be honest, the worst part is that this little girl has to live with a mother like that. Everything else is- well, not okay but I've heard stuff like that since I came out. Religious, small town talk, you know it".
Jisung does know, but it doesn't make it any better. "It's fucking vile, Minho. You shouldn't just play it down like that".
"I know, I just don't want to give someone like that too much credit. She doesn't deserve to ruin my day". He chuckles bitterly. "Even though she kinda already did".
"Is that why the first thing you said to me today was 'I need to sit on your dick'"?
Minho breaks into laughter. "You really have a way of changing a conversation, bug. I'm pouring my heart out over here and you talk about sex".
Jisung snorts. "Am I wrong though"?
A pause.
"No".
Bingo.
Jisung bites back a grin as he plants a kiss to the crown of Minho's head. "What do you want me to do about it then"?
Minho shivers, swallows the small sound trying to escape the seam of his lips, and presses himself closer to Jisung's chest.
"'s good like this"
"Hm, if you say so, darling". Jisung grins. He knows by the end of the evening, he'll have Minho asking for what he actually wants, instead of hiding behind a sudden wave of bashfulness.
H lets the movie, as well as his hands, continue playing. Nothing too straightforward, just light touches wherever the tips of his fingers lead him. Brushing Minho's nape and the sensitive skin right behind his ears, trailing down his spine as much as he can reach, pressing his thumb into the muscle of the his shoulder blade, wrapping around his chest, until he reaches the soft rolls of his lower stomach. Still over the fabric of Minho's t-shirt, but asking. Wanting.
Minho squirms, just a little, but enough to convey what he craves. Jisung knows him so well.
"Uncomfortable, baby"? He's baiting him, and Minho surely realizes that much, given by the way he suddenly stills.
"You're gonna make me ask for it, won't you"?
"Hm, I don't know what you're talking about", Jisung teases and makes a surprised sound when Minho simply takes his hand and shoves it under the hem of his t-shirt.
"Yep, got the memo", Jisung chuckles. "Feisty kitten".
A whole body shiver travels through Minho and he presses himself even closer and Jisung feels himself twitch against his packer.
Fuck, he can't wait to take him apart.
Pretending to still watch the movie, (he lost the nonexistent plot ages ago), he flattens his palm against Minho's stomach, thumbs brushing over soft, warm skin almost thoughtlessly. If it wasn't for the purpose behind it. It's by far not an accident when Jisung's fingers start brushing dangerously close to the waistband of Minho's joggers. And then under it, just barely, scratching lightly, brushing over his happy trail.
Minho hums, a light, satisfied sound, serving the confirmation for Jisung to keep going. His fingers inch lower, unhindered by the lack of underwear, trailing over the older man's hip bones and down he lines of his torso to the crease where it meets his thighs, twitching, urging Jisung to do more. It doesn't take long for Minho's dick to start chubbing up under Jisung's nimble fingers, brushing, scratching, kneading, touching everywhere they can reach, except for where Minho needs him most. It's not like Jisung is denying him, no, but rather he won't deny himself the fun of holding his older boyfriend's pleasure in the palm of his hand like that.
It's exhilarating, the way Minho's small sounds grow louder and more needy by the second, eyes still on the TV but no longer paying any attention to it. Jisung can tell his focus is elsewhere. Ears glowing red, Minho shifts his hips, a silent plea for Jisung to touch him properly. And Jisung aches to, having grown fully hard in his underwear by now, but he wants this to last. Want for it to built up slowly, simmer until it finally boils over at the peak of its heat.
"Jisung", Minho whines. "Touch me, please"?
But he's also just a man.
He pulls his hands out of Minho's pants, earning him another whine which quickly comes to halt when Jisung taps two fingers of his right hand against Minho's plush bottom lip, a clear instruction for him to open his mouth to let him in. And Minho follows it beautifully obedient. The dancer doesn't hesitate, taking the digits into his mouth without question and immediately begins to suck.
Jisung's dick throbs and he curses.
"Fuck, darling, that's it. Suck my fingers like my cock".
Minho moans and Jisung feels it in his bones.
Once he deems his fingers wet enough, he pulls them from Minho's mouth, leaving a trail of spit in its way.
Minho's head slumps against Jisung's shoulder, head tilted and looking up to him through his long lashes. Eyes flitting down to his lips before finding his own again.
"Kiss me".
Jisung closes the distance immediately, pressing his lips firmly against Minho's. It's heated, charged, and barely a moment passes before Minho's tongue seeks entrance into his mouth. Jisung lets him in gladly, groaning when Minho starts exploring and rewards him with a bite on his lower lip. The sound Minho makes is heavenly, a moan high in his throat, desperation for more seeping through it at the edges.
"Spread your legs, baby", Jisung murmurs against his lips and Minho follows along without hesitation.
The dancer deepens the kiss, fingers tangled into Jisung's hair as the younger shoves his hand down Minho's pants again. He trails his spit slicked fingers over the dancer's flushed dick down over his balls and perineum, soaking in every gasp for air leaving the older man's lips. A single brush over his waiting hole is enough to make Minho arch into the touch, body begging for more already.
Slowly, he begins to massage the tight, twitching muscle, circling his wet fingers around it, dipping in just enough to tease what's to come before pulling back and rub over his cheeks instead. Minho's moans grow more and more needy, clearly not satisfied with Jisung's feat.
"Just stick them in already. You know what I want".
"Impatient, are we"? Jisung smirks. "I don't even have lube". He teases his middle finger over his hole, feeling it clench under his touch.
Minho's ears grow impossibly redder. "Don't care".
Jisung needs to rail him.
The dance gasps sharply when Jisung does as he's told, and pushes the tip of the finger inside. Almost immediately, Minho grinds his hips down, demanding Jisung to give him more. And knowing his boyfriend can take it, Jisung rewards him by pushing his finger all the way in to the third knuckle. Minho gasps sharply, surely feeling the friction of the drying saliva and the lack of lube. It must burn, but everything about Minho's reaction tells Jisung he loves it.
"Good, darling"? Jisung asks anyway. "Is that what you wanted"?
Minho nods rapidly, lips parted and panting. "Fuck".
"Good boy", Jisung whispers and starts pulling out only to thrust his finger back in. Minho's gasps grow louder by the second, turning into a full moan when Jisung bullies a second finger past his rim.
"Too dry", Minho hisses, brows furrowed and head thrown backwards, and Jisung grows painfully hard in his boxers.
"Sorry, baby", Jisung kisses his head and pulls his fingers out. "Just a second and it'll feel better".
He reaches around to retrieve something from under one of the couch pillows and Minho's eyes go round with recognition.
"When- you planned this"?
Jisung grins proudly. "Nope, I'm just prepared".
He opens the small bottle, squirts a good amount of lube onto his fingers and begins to warm it. A thought crosses his mind.
"Take you pants off".
Minho freezes and Jisung can almost see the gears of embarrassment and arousal turn. He mumbles something under his breath Jisung can't make out but ultimately shrugs his joggers off, leaving him bare from the waist down.
Jisung immediately has his hands on him again, spreading his thick thighs to position them over his own, leaving Minho open, vulnerable and whining with embarrassment. Even from behind, Jisung can tell Minho's face burns a fiery red, much like his dick, laying heavy, flushed and leaking against his soft stomach. Jisung's mouth waters. But there's a time for everything and right now he's on a mission.
Bringing his dripping fingers back to Minho's ass, he wastes no second to push them back in. Back arching, Minho makes a choked sound that goes straight to Jisung's core. He massages the digits over Minho's soft walls, stretching the tight muscle until he crooks them just right and Minho moans, loud and unabashedly. With every brush over his prostate, his cock twitches, leaking more precum and begging to be touched. Taking pity on him, Jisung reaches around and takes him into his hand. Minho's breath stutters as the younger man begins to stroke him, slowly and unrushed. Deeming him loose enough, Jisung thumbs over his sensitive head to distract him as he pushes in a third finger.
"Fuck, fuck"! Minho cries out, clearly overwhelmed with the dual stimulation but Jisung gives him no break. Arousal pools boiling hot in his abdomen. Seeking some much needed relief, he grinds against Minho's lower back pressing into his groin. Jisung groans, pleasure tightening in his stomach and he fingers Minho faster, already imagining his body's resistance once he'll fuck him open on his strap. How well he'll take it, how the lube will glisten around his stretched, puffy rim, the noises he's going to make. Fuck, Jisung needs to come.
"-sung, stop, fuck, I'm close".
Jisung halts immediately, panting, as Minho's whine brings him back to reality. He didn't realize how hard he was gripping Minho's length.
"Sorry, darling". He carefully pulls his fingers from Minho's clenching hole, leaving him gaping around nothing. Kissing the tip of his ear, Jisung reaches for something else under the pillow next to him.
"Want me to plug you up"?
At that, Minho turns around, finally giving Jisung the opportunity to take a look at his fucked out face. He's flushed all the way down to this chest, lips bitten red and eyes hazy. He's the most beautiful thing Jisung has ever seen.
"What else are you hiding here, Han Jisung, hm"? The words come out a little slurred, but not lacking his trademark dry undertone. Minho crooks a brow, eyeing him up and down, clearly lingering on his lips before falling to the small, purple plug in Jisung's hand. He's so easy to read.
"Hm, wouldn't you want to know"? Jisung taunts with a smile, digging his fingers into both of Minho's ass cheeks.
"Put it in", Minho declares, unable to look Jisung in the eye.
"Oh, so you want it"?
Minho sends him a death glare. Or at least what he can manage in his state. It's not particularly intimidating but he gets the message.
"Okay okay, darling, wouldn't want all that prep go to waste, hm"? Jisung appeases. "Turn around".
Minho gives him a look, saying something along the lines of 'you better stop teasing me or you won't get to fuck me tonight', before turning to lie back in Jisung lap, legs spread and everything.
This time, Jisung doesn't hesitate, covers the plug in enough lube to drip onto the couch (A problem for later) and brings it to Minho's rim.
"Ready, darling"?
Minho hums affirmatively, head tucked into Jisung's neck, breathing against his heated skin.
"Relax".
Minho moans high and airy as the plug slips in easily and nudges itself against his slick walls, the wet noise loud in Jisung's ears.
"Good"? Jisung murmurs, unable to hide anymore how affected he is, too.
Minho doesn't bother with a verbal answer. Instead, he snatches the remote, turns off the TV and grabs Jisung by the arm, leading him out of the living room and down the hallway to their shared bedroom. Inside, he promptly pushes Jisung against the door and presses his lips against his in feverish hunger. The younger man makes a noise of surprise in the back of his throat but hesitates not a single second before kissing back with equal fervor. It's wet and messy, tongues licking into each other's mouths and teeth biting wherever they can. Minho wraps his arms around Jisung's waist, pulling himself flush against his body. Heart pounding in his rib cage, Jisung threads his fingers into Minho's hair, angling his head to deepen the kiss even more. He pushes a thigh between the dancer's legs, immediately earning him a guttural groan when it presses against his aching dick. It also makes Jisung acutely aware that he's the only one still fully dressed.
A simple push to Minho's chest makes him stumble backwards blindly, trusting Jisung to not let him fall on the way to the bed. As soon as the back of his knees collide with a frame, Minho drops to the mattress, bringing Jisung to stand between his spread legs.
For a moment, neither of them moves, and just exists in the other's space. Minho's hands are on Jisung's waist again, face looking up to him like he's the most precious thing in the world. It used to make Jisung self conscious. The attention, the amount of love he couldn't comprehend Minho would have for someone like him. Those days are long gone, but the memory stays, a reminder of just how far Jisung has come.
"Can I touch you"? Minho asks quietly, not taking his eyes off his face, his hands still unmoving and warm, even through Jisung's t-shirt. Minho knows he isn't allowed to touch without explicit permission. But Jisung wants him to. He nods, and simply grabs the offending piece of clothing by the hem and yanks it over his head.
Delicate fingers brush over his side, from the waistband of his boxers to his sternum, to his collar bones and down his pecks. His scars. He doesn't fully feel the touch, not yet, but he sees it. The careful almost reverent gentleness. It's by far not the first time Minho touches his incision marks, he loves to help Jisung with his scar care, even fully does it by himself sometimes, including massaging to soften them and to support circulation. And Jisung loves all of it. To be loved so all encompassing is something his teenage self only ever dreamed of. But Minho just does. And Jisung knows it should be the bare minimum of a relationship, to take care of each other in not just good, but bad times as well, but the less rational part of him knows it healed, still heals something deep inside him he doesn't have a word for.
Minho kisses the top of his happy trail, just below his navel and something inside Jisung snaps. He climbs into Minho's lap, straddling his strong thighs, cups his pink cheeks and kisses him deeply, slowly, and so full of love. It hits him how depraved he is, of touch, of connection, of this. The last week had been stressful, packed with schedules on Minho's and deadlines on Jisung's side, resulting in a few rushed kisses and tired cuddles at best.
Now, Jisung feels desired and burning with desire himself. Minho's mouth has moved from his lips to his jaw, leaving wet kisses and small bites in its way to Jisung's throat. He licks over his collar bone, making Jisung gasp in pleasure and trails his tongue down to his chest, stopping at the fading scar around his nipple.
"Still okay"?
"Fuck, yes, please", Jisung breathes, not wanting to wait. He wants this, needs this.
Minho still takes it slow. Kisses around the brown bud first before introducing his tongue and licking a fat stripe over it. Jisung could cry. He doesn't exactly feel much yet of what Minho's doing, but for the first time in his life since before puberty, his chest doesn't make him dysphoric but the entire opposite. It feels good because it feels right, so so right.
And Minho doesn't stop. He circles his tongue around Jisung nipples, takes them in his mouth, sucks on them, all while sparks of pleasure shoot down Jisung's spine.
"Can I mark you up"?
Jisung moans. "Fuck yes".
He gasps when Minho sucks his skin into his mouth with more force, feeling his teeth scratch over his bruised skin. His hands are entangled with Minho's hair, pulling with every rush of pleasure running through his system. Driven by pure need for more, Jisung thrusts his hips, seeking any kind of friction and makes them both moan in unison when he presses up against Minho's forgotten dick. The elder whines against Jisung's chest and Jisung promptly remembers what got them here in the first place.
Smirking, Jisung wraps a hand around him and pulls back, watching in perverted fascination how Minho squirms under him.
"Now, where were we"?
"Jisung", Minho warns.
"That's my name", Jisung teases. "You still wanna sit on my dick"?
"Yes", Minho deadpans as best as he can in his overall state. "The homosexual gremlin in me needs it".
Jisung grins. "Then we should give the homosexual gremlin what it needs, hm"?
He gives Minho another kiss. "What do you think, should we try out the new one"?
The confused look on Minho's face quickly becomes flustered, rapid blinking as he understands the implication.
"I mean- yeah, if you want to. I'm- I cleaned myself, earlier". He stares demonstratively at Jisung's joggers, ears red enough it looks painful.
Jisung's heart swells with love, so much so it must show on his face because Minho frowns.
"Don't do that".
"Do what"? Jisung asks.
"Look like you wanna praise me for preparing to get fucked".
At that, Jisung smirks. "Oh, so you don't wanna be called a good boy"?
Minho's mouth opens and closes, without a sound coming out.
Thought so
"Sit back on the bed for me".
And because Minho absolutely is a good boy, even if he pretends to hate it, he does.
Jisung still can't reign in the grin on his face when he opens the left drawer of their closet and fishes out his strap gear, including an inconspicuous looking white cotton bag. The newest addition to their collection.
When he turns back around, he finds Minho fully nude and resting against the headboard, thumb playing with the tip of his dick and lip caught between his teeth. His eyes immediately fall to the bag in Jisung's hand. Minho knows what's inside, Jisung has surprised him with its content on their anniversary date a few weeks prior.
Still, when Jisung opens it, Minho blinks rapidly, mumbling a quiet fuck. And Jisung wholeheartedly agrees with him. The dildo is huge, made from smooth black silicone with a textured base for the wearer's pleasure, but most importantly, a syringe attached to it with a tube. Jisung can't wait to wreck Minho with it.
Taking the toy in his hand to attach it to the o-ring of his strap and to fill the small syringe with artificial cum, Jisung can't help but notice how quiet Minho has become.
"You think you can take it"? Jisung cocks an eyebrow, challenging.
Minho scoffs, self assured. "Sure I can". He scrambles on his knees and without preamble, turns around bending over. "Come on, time to fuck your boyfriend like you mean it".
Jisung needs a second or two to process the sight in front of him. Not only is Minho fully naked and in their bed on his knees, no. In this position Jisung has a clear view of his cock hanging heavy and leaking between his legs, as well as his plugged ass, ready and waiting.
Jisung doesn't think he's ever been this quick to get rid of his clothes and put on his strap than right now. Immediately, the riffled base presses against him deliciously, a promise of how much more is to come. The black silicone is heavy and Jisung can't wait to see Minho's little hole taking it.
"How do you want it"? Jisung asks as he crawls up on the bed behind his boyfriend.
Minho peeks over his shoulder, eyes lidded and expecting. "Inside me for starters. It's fucking huge".
"Didn't you say you could take it"? Jisung taunts and presses the dildo up against Minho's cheeks. The older visible shudders.
"Never said I couldn't, Jisungie", he grins. "Come on, do your worst".
"As you wish". Jisung salutes and reaches into the top drawer of the bedside table to get the lube. He lathers the toy with enough for it drip and soak into the sheets. They'll have to be washed later anyways.
Discharging the small bottle, Jisung runs his fingers over Minho's ass, just touching, feeling the muscle flex under his touch. The dancer shivers when he traces his stretched rim, smearing the lube all over his cheeks. He'll ask so eat him out next time.
"Hurry up, I still want to come today", Minho moans and brings Jisung's mind back to the task at hand.
"So demanding", Jisung chuckles but takes the base of the plug anyways and slowly pulls it out. Only to push it back in right after.
"Jisungiiie", Minho whines, grinding against Jisung's hand for more.
"Patience, I don't want to hurt you".
"You know I don't mind that", the older man grumbles and makes no move to stop.
Okay, if he wants it this way, Jisung will give it to him.
"Deep breath", is the only warning Minho gets before Jisung pulls the plug out in one go and replaces it with the tip of the dildo against his stretched entrance.
Minho tenses, face hidden in his crossed arms.
Soothingly, Jisung smoothens his palms over his lower back. "Tell me if it hurts, okay"?
A nod is all he gets but Jisung trusts him enough to not demand a verbal answer.
And then he breaches him.
Minho hisses, tensing almost immediately. Fuck, he's tight.
"Relax, baby", Jisung whispers, his hands never leaving his boyfriend's body.
"I am relaxed", Minho grunts. "Just, go slow. It's been a while".
The discomfort is obvious, but Jisung pushes in slowly, giving Minho enough time to accommodate the dizzying stretch. As much as Minho likes a little pain, Jisung doesn't want to actually hurt him, or worse, injure him.
"Doing so well, so good, darling", the younger man murmurs and Minho melts under him. He's just so good, so pliant for him. "That's it".
Minho winces when Jisung's hips finally meet his ass. He's trembling a little and Jisung has to force himself to stay still. His dick aches, pressed up against the base of the toy and begging for some friction. It doesn't help that he's pent up to the max, the testosterone in his body having him horny and wanting to touch himself at all times. It's a sweet kind of torture.
"I think you can move", Minho says after what feels like hours to Jisung and his now broken patience, so he won't let him be told twice. Slowly, he pulls out until only the head remains and thrusts back inside, watching the obscene stretch of Minho's hole accommodating his cock.
Jisung swears under his breath. He sets a slow but steady rhythm, getting Minho used to the feeling of being ripped open and familiarizing himself with the weight of the toy.
"Fuck, Jisung, it's so big", Minho pants, "can feel it in my belly".
Jisung moans, slumping over Minho's arched back and breathes against his already glistening skin. Loosening the grip he has on the older's hip, Jisung snakes a hand to his stomach, flattening his palm over it and-
“Fuck”, Jisung rasps, hand pressing into the fat of Minho’s lower stomach, hips slowly thrusting into him. “Fuck, I can feel it moving inside you”.
The older man frantically laces their fingers together, a broken moan falling from his lips as Jisung picks up the pace, sliding in deeper.
"Fuck, fuck, Jisung I won't last", Minho whimpers.
No matter how fucking hot it is to feel himself moving inside his boyfriend, the angle is far from ideal. Jisung plans to fuck him through the mattress after all. He plants one foot on the bed beside Minho, grabs him by the waist and pulls him back on his cock, finally begins to fuck him for real.
"Yeah? You like getting split open on my cock"?
"Oh my god", Minho moans, mouth hanging open and eyes pressed shut. He's already so far gone and they just started. But Jisung has to be honest, he isn't faring much better, judging the tightness behind his navel. But this is about Minho, right now his own pleasure is secondary. Then again, maybe it's Minho's pleasure that has him wound up so much already.
Jisung sets a rough pace, feeling the dancer loosen around him, his swollen entrance taking each thrust beautifully. The air is filled with the smell of sweat and sex, muffled cries and the lewd, rhythmic noise of skin on skin. Jisung's eyes are fixated on Minho's ass, unabashedly watching the thick cock sliding in and out of his lube smeared hole. Minho swivels his hips, grinding and clearly trying to find an even better angle. Catching up on what he's trying, Jisung kicks Minho's legs apart, tilts his hips down and shoves the toy directly into his prostate.
Minho screams. His thighs buckle dangerously and Jisung digs his fingers into the meat of his waist, harsh enough to bruise and continues the rapid rhythm.
"Jisung, oh my- fuck", the older man whimpers, holding onto the sheets for dear life. "Fuck, I- I'm close".
"Already? Shit, that so hot. Are you gonna cum like this"? Jisung babbles and continues to drive into him. Minho's moans grow higher by the second, his head tilted sideways so he can watch Jisung wrecking him from behind. The look on his face is sinful. Eyes barely open and glassy, lips bitten raw to a deep cherry color, and skin glistening and flushed from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest.
"Jisung"? His voice breaks. "I want it. Fill me up. Please? I need it".
The moan falling from Jisung's lips is pornographic.
"Yeah? Want me to come inside? Fill you up until it's dripping out of you”?
Minho whines pitifully and Jisung reaches for the syringe lying discarded on the bedding.
"Gonna fuck you full like you deserve, baby".
And then the presses down.
The reaction is immediate. Minho cries out, high and desperate, body convulsing with waves of pure hot pleasure rolling over him as he comes untouched, splattering cum all over chest and the bed sheets. His hole flutters and the artificial cum begins to froth around Jisung's dick as he fucks him through his orgasm.
Fuck
Fuck
Jisung is close. His dick throbs, straining so hard against the dildo's textured base it's almost painful. The coiled heat in his stomach is about to snap and the sight in front of him makes his own asshole pulse.
He still fucks Minho through the aftershocks when the realization hits him.
"Darling- shit, I think- I can come like this".
Minho blinks his eyes open, his brows furrowed, looking entirely ruined. "Keep going, I can take it".
Jisung needs no further permission. Now that Minho has come, he can focus entirely on his own rapidly approaching peak. He slumps over Minho's trembling form, panting against his back and feeling the tightness inside him continuing to built with every frantic movement.
Jisung's head spins as he's lifting it up just enough to watch Minho looking at him through heavily lidded eyes. And then through tears. Soaking his long lashes and running down his cheeks in tiny rivulets. More tears with every trust and grind of Jisung's hips. Tears just for him.
Jisung comes, the rubber bands inside him snapping the second his name from Minho's salty lips he tumbles over the edge with a drawn out cry.
The realization hits a second later, wrecking him all the same.
He just came from strapping his boyfriend down.
Holy shit
For a moment they're both quiet, catching their breath.
"Fucking hell, Jisung", Minho finally croaks, voice shot.
"Yeah, shit", Jisung groans. "I didn't know I could do that. I'm gonna need like 24 hours to process this first".
Below him, Minho shifts his weight to look at him better.
"You just fucked me hard enough I won't be able to sit tomorrow and came the second I started crying".
And he'd absolutely do it again, fuck. Even just thinking about making Minho cry like this the next time during sex too, causes his overly sensitive dick to twitch.
"Shit, darling that was the hottest thing I've ever seen", Jisung hides his face in the crook of Minho's neck, flustered. "Also, you know, your hole was more white than anything".
Minho snorts, grinning weakly. "Freak".
"Freak yourself, the cum dildo was your idea, remember"?
Jisung knows Minho remembers, that conversation is rather hard to forget but fuck is he glad it brought them to where they are now.
Minho mumbles something unintelligible.
"What was that"? Jisung asks, his teasing tone already coming back to him.
"It made you come while topping".
It did. Jisung has topped Minho countless times before but this is the first time he also came from actively doing so. No other stimulation, no blowjob afterwards, no vibrator, not even a plug.
"I didn't know this was possible", he admits, suddenly pensive.
Minho hums. "Maybe you- fuck can you pull out first before we analyze our sex life? This is starting to hurt".
"Shit, yes, sorry, of course".
Jisung tries his best to be as careful as possible as he slowly pulls out, but Minho still winces in discomfort. His hole is gaping, lube smeared and swollen, an oh- Jisung's cum is leaking out of him. Jisung's staring and fuck, he's getting hard again. He wills it down the best he can and instead focuses on getting Minho clean and comfortable again. Jisung quickly fetches a warm, wet towel from the bathroom and when he returns Minho has stretched out his legs, lying on his stomach, completely boneless. Despite, or maybe even because of the circumstances, Jisung finds it devastatingly cute. He climbs on the bed and starts to gently wipe off the mess on Minho's ass, making him hiss as he cleans between his cheeks.
"Are you okay though? I mean, you cried". Jisung asks quietly, worry starting to gnaw on him.
At that, Minho slowly rolls himself over on his back with an exhausted groan, revealing the white smeared all over his stomach.
"I'm okay, bug, really", he says quietly, genuinely, and Jisung believe him. "You didn't hurt me".
He looks up, suddenly overcome with emotion. "Okay", he rasps and swallows the lump in his throat.
"Come here". Minho tells him and Jisung has the brain to pull a blanket over them before he melts into Minho's arms. For a while neither of them speaks until Minho breaks the silence.
"What are you thinking about"?
Jisung breaks into a small smile. "This, us, that I'm still blown away. I mean, I didn't know I could do that". He doesn't explain further what he means, knowing Minho gets it anyways.
"Maybe today all of this just felt right for you, like, hit all the mental spots you needed", he ponders.
Jisung hums. "But that would mean I could do it again".
"Then I should absolutely let you rail me into the weekend again".
Jisung pushes himself up to his elbows. "Oh I will, this was far too hot to be a one time thing".
"God, you're ridiculous". Minho laughs, a pretty pink blush coloring his cheeks.
"Nope, just in love with you", Jisung grins.
"Well, lucky me". Minho kisses Jisung's nose. "I love you too, bug".