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lee minho knows the logical facts of the world, 1 plus 1 equals 2, the sky is blue, grass is green, oh and that han jisung is an idiot. can't forget that of course.
he always was an idiot, and always will be apparently. he doesn't listen to minho. or chan, either. and minho is the one that always ends up paying for his stupid mistakes.
jisung likes coming into minho and seungmin's shared house to make different kinds of potions, or whatever it is that witches do. says that the 'structure of their house is better to make these types of things in'— although minho just thinks that jisung doesn't like doing it in his house because he lives with chan and chan would never let jisung play around with spells and magic that he doesn't know anything about there. sounds like a han jisung problem, yet he makes it a minho problem.
and here's the thing— minho isn't a witch of any form, neither is seungmin— they're the two outsiders in a friend group full of nothing but witches and it's really starting to show.
every time jisung comes over and starts his spells and magic shit minho is the one who suffers from it. it's practically routine at this point.
today clearly is no different as minho walks through the doors of his home and sees jisung brewing up something with a confused and slightly upset looking seungmin beside him trying to get jisung to leave.
seungmin must've heard the door because he is turning to minho in despair, "i swear hyung, i tried to get him to leave." he immediately starts as minho takes his shoes off at the front door. bless him, is all minho can think.
"i'm not doing anything wrong!" jisung whines, doing something vague with his hands that minho can only assume is some sort of witch thing he will never fully understand.
"you always are doing something wrong, ji." minho mumbles in a deadpan tone, taking a seat at the table and analyzing the scene in front of him.
seungmin looks concerned, and rightfully so as nothing good ever comes from jisung and his spells and magic crap.
and jisung looks downright pleased with whatever it is that he's doing, not caring about the mess he is making in minho and seungmin's living room.
minho is just exhausted, he can't even bother to fight this battle.
he's just gotten back from dance practice and is sore, and he honestly just wants to lay with seungmin on the couch and watch a movie with his boyfriend and have an easy night so he can relax. seungmin, to, needs to have a chill night so he can prepare for his big game tomorrow. but now he has to deal with this shit. minho places his head in his hands, breathing in deeply through his nose.
deep breaths.
"jisung, you know chan hyung wouldn't let you do this, so why're you doing it?" seungmin tries to intervene for minho's sake, noticing how his boyfriend seems to be quite over the day.
but nothing can steer jisung away once he is in these types of moods. so, to no ones surprise he just gives seungmin a look and turns back to what he's doing.
when minho looks up he notices a cup of water sitting on the table, in one of favorite cat mug's. he grabs it without thinking, downing almost the whole thing from how dehydrated he must have been from practice.
the mug is still at his lips when he hears jisung's voice filter to his ears, frantic and loud. "hyung! don't drink that!" he exclaims.
and minho reacts fast, quickly pulling the cup away and spitting whatever had been in his mouth out as if it were a spit take in some shitty reality tv show.
"jisung, what the fuck was in that cup?" minho asks, voice leaving no room for any bullshit.
jisung has the nerve to look bashful, face red as he scratches the back of his neck, "uhm....one of my newest potions....." he answers quietly.
seungmin gawks at jisung from the side, exasperation taking form in his brow and body language.
"why the hell did you put it in my mug!" minho yells, his own face red with anger at this point.
"i don't know, okay?! i didn't expect you to drink it!" jisung tries to say, though minho has now started to feel lightheaded and hot in his seat.
"minho?" it's seungmin's voice, now suddenly way closer than minho had heard it before. when minho looks up seungmin is right by him, concern clear in his expression as he looks minho over.
and minho isn't sure what it is, or why he does it but he's reaching for seungmin in a quick moment, sitting up and grabbing his boyfriends face between his hands, kissing him square on the lips. seungmin stumbles backwards with the force of it, a grunt leaving his mouth as he takes in the situation at hand.
when he tries to pull away minho whines, holding onto seungmin's shoulders to keep him in place. but he feels weirdly plaint right now, and he melts like butter in seungmin's hands when his boyfriend pushes him back with a hand to his waist. "hyung, what the hell? are you feeling okay?"
minho isn't listening, he can't seem to focus on anything but the touch of seungmin's hand against him. he leans forward and buries his face into the crook of seungmin's neck, breathing him in and letting his body relax against seungmin completely.
seungmin holds onto him tightly, holding him up straight so that he doesn't fall over. "jisung, what does the potion make people do?" seungmin demands from jisung, who is watching them with a flushed face.
"well uhm— it makes whoever drinks it really uhhh— for lack of a better word, really horny." jisung explains, words coming out confused as if he doesn't really get what the potion does despite being the person who created it.
"what?" seungmin says, exasperated. he looks down at minho, who is gripping him tightly and clinging to him for dear life.
"y'know! horny, like his libido is high—"
"i know what being horny is jisung!"
"well you said what! i thought you were confused!" jisung shouts, voice weakening as he gets stared down by a visibly angry seungmin.
what the fuck is going to happen with minho?
"so, you're saying you turned my boyfriend into a fucking sex fiend?!" and seungmin doesn't typically yell or get loud in arguments, would rather be logical and rational— but what the fuck is he supposed to do in this situation? this is literally right out of a shitty one star movie plot!
"no! well— actually maybe a little bit.... but this potion wasn't meant for him! i—i didn't expect him to drink it!" jisung tries to explain, it just pisses seungmin off more.
"well he did jisung, and now what? he's practically burning up against me! what am i supposed to do?"
thankfully it looks like jisung is actually thinking this over thoroughly before coming to a conclusion, "i hope you don't have anything planned for the next few hours...?" he offers unhelpfully, of course, his words coming out as a question more than anything.
seungmin is absolutely baffled. he's been in shock since jisung arrived at the house with his spell books and he definitely didn't except his day to end with his boyfriend drinking a potion that makes him....a clingy, horny mess?
"you just have to fuck it out of him! it should wear off after he sweats it out!" jisung says as if that helps anything.
what about him?! sure maybe minho can cum multiple times now because of the potion, but seungmin surely can't! his dick will fucking fall off!
"jisung, you have to fix this! i have baseball practice tomorrow for a big game! i—i can't just spend my whole night fucking him!" seungmin explains, holding minho closer to his chest when his boyfriend starts to slip from his grasp.
jisung flushes, shrugging his shoulders as he looks at seungmin uselessly. "there's not much you can do seungmin! it'll fade eventually with each...uhm— orgasm he has, but until then...you're gonna have to fuck him as much as you can...." he says, voice fading out towards the end of his sentence like he's embarrassed for seungmin's sake.
world's most useless friend award goes to no other than han jisung.
seungmin breaths in deeply through his nose to gather his thoughts and keep from beating jisung over the head. "i'm calling chan hyung, watch him while i grab my phone real quick." and with that he's turning away from jisung and looking down at minho. seungmin carefully grabs his boyfriends face, pausing briefly at his warm his skin is now. he holds minho's face gently in his hands, "i'm getting my phone, i'll be right back." he speaks softly.
minho's eyes are slightly hazy, but he doesn't reply so seungmin carefully brings him over to their couch and sets him down on it.
he makes a move to leave but is held back when he feels a small hand circle his wrist, "please don't leave me.." minho mumbles, voice small and shaken like he's actually terrified by the idea of seungmin leaving.
seungmin's never even seen minho like this before. after being together for three years he's never once experienced a clingy minho. they just aren't really that clingy like that. so honestly seungmin doesn't really know what to do in this situation, and he finds himself looking at jisung for help— but he just shrugs unhelpfully. seungmin rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to minho, "i'm just getting my phone, i'm not leaving for long." he tries to say, but it's not helping clearly.
minho shakes his head, "you can't. you have to stay here with me."
seungmin sighs, this is going to be a long night.
"let him go with you," jisung speaks up, "it's not good for him if you leave him alone."
seungmin nods, finally some good insight on the situation. "okay— uhm, you can come with me then." he says softly to minho, who springs to his feet and laces their hands together, clearly needing some form of touch to ease his mind.
and with that they're off to their bedroom, seungmin walking towards his side of the bed to quickly grab his phone from the nightstand— minho in toe behind him the whole time.
when seungmin walks out of the room with his phone in one hand and minho's hand tightly in the other he sees that jisung is gathering up his things from their kitchen.
"i'm heading home now." he says as if he just came to visit for fun and didn't just ruin both seungmin and minho's nights.
"what? you're not going to help me with this?" seungmin asks, shaking his head in disbelif.
jisung looks at him as if he's grown another head, "i'm not fucking minho for you! that's not how the potion works, it has to be you!"
seungmin flushes, "that's not what i meant! i—i meant that you aren't— like going to give me any insight on how to deal with this." he explains, placing his phone down on the table so he can properly grasp minho as he falls into him again.
"what else is there to tell? you've got some time till it fully kicks in, and when it does minho's gonna be all over you. just don't leave him alone or be out of his sight and keep making him cum and you'll be fine." jisung says. and honestly it might be a better idea for him to leave, not only because he's getting on seungmin's last nerve— but because minho is now putting his hands underneath his shirt and kissing all over the side of his face, smearing his chapstick over seungmin's cheek and moaning in his ear.
and it's so out of character for them that it makes seungmin flush red in embarrassment, they are very much the opposite of a pda couple.
"...yeah, and if he's going to start doing that i'm definitely leaving." jisung says as he walks out of their house, winking playfully at seungmin.
seungmin doesn't feel like being playful right now though, so he ignores him and just lets him leave.
minho's hands move down towards seungmin's crotch, shamelessly groping him while he kisses his cheek wetly.
seungmin moans at the contact despite himself, feeling his blood rush downwards— he can't even think about calling chan anymore.
"fuck— okay, minho uhm...let's go to the room." he mumbles out to minho, grabbing his boyfriend's hands in his own and dragging him to their bedroom— minho moaning at the contact and kissing seungmin's face the whole way there.
seungmin's face is covered in a thin layer of minho's chapstick by the time seungmin gets his boyfriend laying down on the bed.
minho's flushed down to his chest underneath him when seungmin pulls away from him, and the sight is enough to send seungmin's blood boiling under his skin.
his boyfriend is truly a sight for sore eyes, his pretty face pulled into an expression that can only be read as downright needy.
minho reaches up toward seungmin, wrapping his arms around seungmin's neck to pull him closer to himself, "i want you to fuck me seungminnie," he whines into seungmin's ear.
and apparently this fucking potion jisung made makes minho not only horny— but also makes his mouth to brain ratio disappear completely. seungmin is not used to minho being straightforward in bed, usually he gets rather shy despite his typical loose-lipped nature.
seungmin feels his face pinken at the words, and he finds himself blinking down at his boyfriend.
apparently he is silent for too long because minho squirms from under him, cleary getting impatient— and in one quick moment minho is flipping seungmin over, sitting square on seungmin's crotch and grinding down pointedly.
"please seungmin.."
seungmin's mind breaks.
he is so used to minho just laying back and being the pillow princess he is, letting seungmin do all of the work— so this is a totally different situation for him.
but he doesn't want to leave minho hanging like this, so he wraps his arms around minho's waist as his boyfriend continues to grind himself down, hips rocking with a purpose. "i'll take care of you baby, don't worry." he reassures, kissing up minho's neck.
minho whines, hips stuttering as he leans himself into seungmin's touch.
minho's skin is burning hot under seungmin's mouth, glistening with a thin layer of sweat— seungmin better get to work quickly before minho full on overheats.
so he urges minho to lay back again, taking minho's clothes off as fast as possible— but it's kind of difficult to do that with minho's hands roaming all over seungmin's own body, feeling him up and kissing him at every chance he gets.
"hyung— wait— i—" he tries to intervene in order to properly take minho's clothes off, but his boyfriend won't stop kissing him and shamelessly grabbing on his cock.
it's a difficult battle, honestly.
seungmin has his lips locked in a messy kiss when he finally throws minho's boxers onto the floor, and he pulls away in favor of grabbing their lube.
it's rather mind-numbing to have minho completely naked in front of him while he is still fully clothed.
minho throws his head back when slick fingers finally press against his hole, "yes, yes, seungmin.." he begs when seungmin starts with two fingers right from the start, his hips rocking into seungmin's fingers with a purpose.
seungmin watches in awe, he's never seen his boyfriend so needy before.
seungmin is so unbelievably hard right now.
minho's body is vibrating with pleasure, thighs quaking already— that typically happens when minho is close to an orgasm and it still reigns true when within seconds minho is cumming all over his stomach with a high pitched whine.
what shocks seungmin even more than the sudden orgasm, though, is that minho doesn't get overstimulated like he usually does after just one orgasm— no, he arches further into seungmin's fingers.
"oh please! f—feels so good, don't stop!"
damn— jisung wasn't lying when he said minho would be able to cum multiple times...
seungmin has to be strategic about how he does this— because he knows his own body well, he cannot cum that many times without getting overstimulated, he can't fuck minho just yet. so, he opts for pulling his fingers out of minho so he can instead wrap them around minho's darkened and flushed cock, thumbing at the dripping head.
minho's eyes lock on seungmin's hand wrapped around his cock, big and veiny, skilled beyond belief— minho can't help the whine he lets out. "oh yes—!" he whimpers, cock twitching in seungmin's harsh grasp.
seungmin clocks it immediately, of course he knows about minho's hand kink, knows all the ins and outs of minho loving their size difference— and even though he's never seen minho quite like this, he can't stop himself from teasing his boyfriend about it. "hmm? you like how big my hand is?" his voice is dark with arousal now, and it definitely doesn't go unnoticed by minho, who mewls with a rapid nod. "fucking covers your dick, you're so small baby.."
and he knows better than anyone that minho likes a little degradation and humiliation sprinkled into their dirty talk, so he's not shocked at all when the words cause minho to let out a cry of pleasure. "s—shut up..." he says, clearly both parts embarrassed and also turned on by the words.
seungmin snickers, pulling his hand away from minho in favor of kissing down his boyfriend's spread legs, nipping and biting at his milky thighs.
minho throws his head back, gasping at the new found pleasure forming on his heated skin, he heaves deep breaths as he tries to ground himself— but he can't, this potion really has him fucked up.
seungmin grips minho's thighs tighter, fingers digging into his delicate skin while he sucks deep marks into his skin, bruise upon bruise being left in his wake.
seungmin is making an absolute mess of minho, he knows he is. it's so hot in this room and he's so hard by now that he feels just as hungry as minho seems, he's pressed uncomfortably inside of his pants, hips rocking slightly into the bed to get at least a little bit of relief.
minho reaches down to tangle his hands into seungmin's silky locks, pulling and pulling to get seungmin's hands back onto his cock— but seungmin doesn't give in just yet, moving his head to the right thigh, sharp teeth biting down into the skin. minho moans, instinct taking over as his thighs close in on seungmin's head.
seungmin lets out a moan against his thigh, his hand finally moving from minho's thigh to his red and aching neglected cock. he wraps his hand around him and gives it a forceful stroke.
relief takes over minho's face when seungmin looks up and makes eye contact with him.
"seungmin, seungmin, seungmin, i—" his voice is shaky, wet with unshed tears as pleasure wracks his mind. "i—i'm gonna—"
as if on cue minho's thighs start shaking again, hips rutting up into seungmin's hand as his eyes begin to roll back. and seungmin truly can't help it, he turns his head to the side to bury his teeth into minho's plush thigh, biting down hard as minho begins to spill over his stomach again. "cumming! fuck! seungmin, i'm cumming—"
and unsurprisingly minho catches his breath rather quickly, thanks to the potion. he gets handsy with seungmin soon after coming down from his short lived high, running his hands down seungmin's chest and to his pants, "off, off, off..." he quietly chants, pulling and tugging at the material of seungmin's jeans.
seungmin listens, pulling his pants off along with his boxers, sighing as his cock hangs heavy between their flushed bodies.
minho wastes no time, wrapping his plump lips around the tip and sucking on the head of seungmin's aching cock. it feels good— too good. and while that would typically be a good thing, seungmin knows that there is a long night ahead of him and that he just can't cum more than once from past experiences.
he bites his lip, running a hand through minho's hair harshly to pull him away, "fuck, you can't do that hyung, m' gonna cum already.." he pants, pushing minho back onto the bed so that he can get between his legs.
minho whines at the contact, clearly not to worried about the fact that he didn't get to suck seungmin's dick as he further spreads his legs for seungmin. he's so easily pleased. "hmm, yeah, fuck me—"
seungmin flushes at the shamelessness of minho's speech.
looking at minho like this, needy and begging for seungmin to fuck him will never leave his mind. his boyfriend is so pretty, so willing underneath him. skin glistening under the moonlight that is now starting to filter in through their open window. he's sweating a lot now, which seungmin takes as a good sign, the potion quite literally leaking out of him.
he reaches over minho to grab their half used bottle of lube, pouring it messily right onto his thick cock.
minho lets out a half moan, half laugh at the sight. "s' hot—" he slurs, eyes locked on seungmin as he runs his hands under seungmin's thin shirt to splay an open palm against his toned stomach.
seungmin blinks down at him, "what?"
minho nods toward him, moaning softly when seungmin rubs his tip against his hole, "you, you look so hot— n' big," he explains poorly, free hand reaching down to grab onto the base of seungmin's cock, further leading it inside of him.
seungmin twitches embarrassingly hard in minho's hand, "fuck— you're driving me crazy babe," he mutters, leaning in press a messy kiss to minho's lips as he thrusts into his boyfriends heat.
minho whines into the kiss, back arching upwards and into seungmin's touch.
seungmin starts a slow pace, but that's quickly shut down though when minho breaks the kiss and grabs seungmin's face forcefully, making sure their eyes lock, "need you deeper, seung—faster, harder— please—" and it's crazy how wet and soft the words are compared to his grip on seungmin's face.
seungmin breathes out a swear, pressing his forehead against minho's.
he listens, bringing his hands down to minho's waist for leverage before he pulls out and snaps his hips into minho's sharply, immediately eliciting a high moan from minho, his hands falling from seungmin's face to grip the sheets below him.
"like this? d'you like it, baby?" seungmin taunts, voice already breathless from the energy he's exerting into fucking minho.
he's not very used to this either, him fucking minho hard. they typically make love, as some would say, of course occasionally it gets rougher—minho liking to have seungmin take it harder when he's stressed and needs to really decompress but usually it's a rather soft ordeal.
minho nods, sweat bedding at his brow, "yes! uhhhn— feels good!"
seungmin hums, pressing closer to his boyfriend.
he's gonna cum soon, can feel it building in his gut already, but he also knows he can't yet. he's not fond of overstimulation, not in the same way minho is, so he has to be very careful with this. edging is a lot easier to deal with then the bite of overstimulation, so that's the route he'll go with— make minho cum as much as possible without doing so himself.
luckily for him he knows what makes minho tick, can always get minho to cum quicker when he does certain things— one of those things being playing with his boyfriends nipples. he's sensitive there, so sensitive that the briefest of touches can have him moaning out and arching.
so seungmin does exactly that, bringing his head down to gently suck one into his mouth, lapping and sucking at the hardened bud.
the action causes minho's hand to fly up into his hair, gripping hard on the strands, "ugh— seungmin!" he whines, rutting his hips down into seungmin's cock.
seungmin grunts against minho's chest, keeping up his pace in fucking into minho. he fucks him harder, getting lost in the sounds his boyfriend is making underneath him. he always makes the prettiest noises, whether he's being fucked within every inch of his life or if seungmin is going slow and pulls the softest noises from him—seungmin loves it all.
minho's small fingers tighten in seungmin's hair, voice raw when he speaks up, "please— deeper, need to feel you deeper—"
seungmin bites down onto minho's nipple, causing minho to whimper, "yeah? you'll get what you want, jagi."
minho moans loudly as seungmin sits up and presses his legs against his chest, putting minho in a mating press so that he can get in him deeper. "ah— seungmin—" he whines, cheeks flaming in embarrassment at the position he's in.
they've never done anything quite like this before.
"ah, fuck, minho," seungmin moans, his hips slow down and shift against minho then, pressing closer to him as if he could somehow get deeper even though he's already as close as possible. but it's not enough, he presses minho's bent legs even deeper into his chest, fucking harder into him and to his surprise a sound erupts from minho, high and needy. minho throws his head back at the pressure and seungmin straightens up then, grinning as he keeps his hands firm on minho's legs.
seungmin pulls minho against him more by his hips, circling them against his boyfriend in a way that has minho reaching up and gripping seungmin's shoulders for leverage.
"oh god," minho chokes out, his thighs shaking underneath seungmin's harsh grip. seungmin’s chest is heaving as he starts to fuck him deeper, hard and fast just like minho wants it. minho whimpers, high and timed with each thrust of seungmin's relentless hips.
"does it hurt too much like this?" seungmin asks without letting up his pace, gesturing to his hands pressing minho's legs to his chest.
minho shakes his head, mouth hanging open with breathless moans. "no— fuck, ahh, mm—feels good, please don't stop.." he pants in reply.
seungmin nods, tightening his hold on minho's pale thighs, fingers digging into the flesh with promises to bruise, not like minho minds it. "i'm not gonna stop,"
when he looks further down, past minho's face he sees that minho is leaking precum onto his stomach, his boyfriends eyes flashing with want.
seungmin keeps pounding into him, and he finds that he has to look away from his boyfriends cock as to not lose hold of his orgasm, it feels too good.
he is happy to see that minho seems close again though, thighs twitching in seungmin's grasp.
seungmin hums, "close, baby?" he asks though he already knows the answer.
he gets a nod in reply, "yes! m' so close—"
the statement proves to be true when within seconds minho is cumming all over his stomach again, his mouth open with a silent cry. his lips are swollen, red and puffy from all their kissing and all his biting.
and honestly seungmin can't deal with minho clenching down on him right now, not when he's this close— so he pulls out quickly, squeezing the base of his cock harshly as to not cum right then and there, and that pressure alone has him letting out a slightly whiny moan.
"fuck, minnie—" minho whimpers at the sight, shaky hands reaching up to grab seungmin's face. he pulls him closer, seungmin letting himself be dragged upwards to minho until their lips meet in a surprisingly soft kiss.
seungmin brings a hand up to the side of minho's face, thumb delicately caressing his boyfriends sweaty face.
minho blindly reaches down between their bodies to grab seungmin's aching cock in his hands, seungmin's hips twitching at the feeling, a little groan leaving his lips. "gotta fuck me again meongie, please, i need it," he begs against seungmin's lips, voice pleasantly fucked out.
seungmin nods, pulling away in favor of catching his breath from his almost-orgasm. his cock is painfully hard at this point, the edging doing nothing at stopping the simmer that's building under his skin like wildfire.
he sits back on his haunches, nodding toward minho, "how do you want it?"
minho bites his lip, sitting up and turning himself around, "from behind," he taunts, getting on all fours and arching his back in a way he knows is undeniable for seungmin. his skin is pretty and flushed, dewy in the best way possible.
now, seungmin's always been a bit of an ass man himself, so the sight of minho teasing him by shaking his hips in a tantalizing way only makes his cock pulse harder in his hand. "fuck, hyung,"
minho gets restless and impatient rather quickly, blindly flinging his leg back to kick seungmin in the thigh, "please, seungmin, i need you," he whines, grinding his ass back onto seungmin's dick.
there is no way seungmin could deny this man of anything.
he grabs his cock in his hand and rubs it over minho's puffy hole, letting out a sigh of pleasure when his thick head catches on minho's rim. he's gotta stop teasing the both of them. he needs this just as badly as minho does, which should be embarrassing— but it's not, it can't be when he's this horny.
seungmin pushes in slowly, careful to not startle minho. and he tries to go slow to ease minho into it, they don't do this position often, and he thinks that going slow to start would be better for minho but it's clearly proven wrong when minho lets out a shout of frustration, "go faster, please, please!" he all but begs.
so seungmin listens, pushing all the way inside of minho with a sharp snap of his hips, forcing a pleased whine out of his boyfriend, a similar sound leaving his own lips. "hyung,"
he starts a quick pace right off the bat, not wanting to frustrate minho any further, though now that he's properly fucking minho his boyfriend doesn't seem all the irritated anymore. minho is letting out pretty moans with each thrust into his prostate, his hands curled so tightly in their messy sheets that his knuckles have started to turn white.
seungmin grips minho's hips tight, eyes lost in the way his deep thrusting is causing minho's plump ass to jiggle. minho works out, yes, but he also has just the right amount of plush skin on his ass and thighs that it moves in time with seungmin's movements if he fucks him hard enough. it's not a sight he sees often, with how little they get rough like this, but whenever he is blessed with the sight of it it never fails to cause his gut to clench with arousal. he is a fucking goner, he's so hard. the purpling bruises on minho's skin in the shape of his own fingers only make him rut into minho faster.
he knows minho will sit in front of the mirror tomorrow and poke and prod at the marks left on him just to feel the memory of them over his skin again and again, and it is that thought alone has him leaning over minho's back to leave more pretty marks along his neck.
seungmin licks hotly over minho's ear, delighted in the full body shiver it brings from his boyfriend, "so sexy, hyung, you're so sexy," he can't stop himself from saying, biting down on minho's earlobe, teeth catching on his dangly earring.
minho trembles under him, clenching down hard and suddenly cumming all over the bed sheets underneath him, "augh! f— fuck!" he whines, moving up the bed like he can't decide whether he wants to grind back into the pleasure or get away from the overestimation that is clearly starting to catch up with his body.
seungmin is so close to cumming himself that he decides it is better to pull out and let them both come down a bit, but despite minho having just came the prospect of seungmin pulling out clearly doesn't sit right with him. minho locks his legs behind seungmin and pushes himself back on his boyfriends cock, "don't you dare fucking pull out," he tries to threaten, though it's so whiny that it only makes seungmin let out a responding moan.
he keeps fucking minho, not slowing down due to minho's protests about doing such and eventually minho's arms give out. seungmin falls forward with him, hips not slowing down once.
minho lets out a long moan, his head falling down as seungmin buries his face in the back of his neck. seungmin licks and sucks all kinds of marks across his skin, kissing his boyfriends jaw and chin.
minho huffs out a breath, trying to meet seungmin's thrusts in the middle but failing due to the fact that he's so fucked out right now.
“fuck… fuck—” minho moans.
their bed is shaking at this point, squeaking loudly under the force of seungmin's relentless thrusting.
he groans at the sound.
seungmin feels minho clench around him again and the feeling causes him to let out a sound that's a mix between a laugh and a moan.
he listens to minho's whines, the familiar "ah, ah, ah's" that seungmin has become so used to. and he knows minho is getting close again, can tell by his thighs shaking under him, so he picks up his pace.
“you're close, hmm?” he pants, and minho nods frantically, lifting his head back up so he can turn his head over to seungmin, big doe eyes staring into seungmin's eyes.
seungmin almost busts at the sight of his red faced, and teary eyed boyfriend. "jesus… minho, you're so…” seungmin growls, hips stuttering for a breath before he gets his pace back down.
"please, please, m' so close, gotta cum in me—" minho babbles, voice broken from all of his frantic moaning. the permission to cum at all makes seungmin feel so unbelievably close that he can't help but tighten his hold on minho and moan wetly against his ear.
and it's when he bites down on the sensitive skin between minho's shoulder and neck that minho is cumming again, body locking up against his orgasm as he spills onto the bed, further dirtying the sheets beneath him.
his clenching and moaning is enough to get seungmin to spill over the edge, letting out the loudest moan he thinks he ever has in his life as he cums inside of minho.
his orgasm hits him like a freight train, racking his body in a way no orgasm ever has before. he swears it feels like ages before he actually comes down from his high. he hadn't even realized he squeezed his eyes shut, but when he opens them he is struck by the sight of his boyfriends sweaty back, and he eyes track over his pretty waist, he lets a curse.
minho is the first to speak up, breaking the panting silence they were in, "fuck, i'm tired, don' think i can go again," he says, voice barely a whisper.
seungmin doesn't think he's been happier to hear the words, truly his cock would fall off if he had to fuck minho again. he can't deny the exhaustion that is now creeping into his body any longer.
he hums in reply, voice still not able to come back to him. what he does though is grab minho by the waist and bring both of them down onto the bed properly, and just as he goes to pull out he gets a warm hand wrapped around his wrist, "wait...don' pull out yet, please, still feels all buzzy under my skin.." he says, weakly squeezing seungmin's wrist as a warning.
seungmin just pulls the blanket over them, not minding the mess for once in his life. he is far too tired to let his germophobic tendencies to take over. "whatever you need hyung.." he methodically replies, nuzzling into the back of minho's neck, ready to knock out.
the last thing he registers is minho's small voice mumbling a 'thank you' before he feels his boyfriend go limp in his arms, his body resting against seungmin's as he drifts off to sleep.
-
baseball practice is an absolute bitch, as seungmin expected it to be.
luckily minho was completely fine when they woke up, high libido out the door and leaving him a sore mess.
he was covered in pretty marks, but seungmin didn't get much time to marvel over his work since he had to make it to baseball practice.
he leaves a quick peck on minho's lips and before he leaves out the door he hears minho rambling on about how he doesn't think he can have sex for at least a couple of weeks after what the last 24 hours did to them.
and seungmin full heartly agrees with the statement.
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