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“Well, you look like shit.” Jisung looked up from the floor towards his sunshine twin who was walking in the dance practice room. Jisung had not been able to sleep all night thanks to a very vivid dream that he should definitely not be having about a certain someone all because of that stage outfit! That fucking zipper!
“Couldn’t sleep.” The past few weeks he hadn’t been able to actually. Not since the incident at the Golden Disk awards show. Felix scrunched his nose and pouted.
“That bad, huh? It was only just a collarbone really, and some tiny bit of cleavage. You’ve seen him shirtless before.” He just didn’t get it. How could he? Wait.
“Oh, like it was only just Channie hyung in that all white balenciaga crop top ensemble? You’ve seen his waist before.” He mocked in a similar tone Felix had harmlessly teased him in.
“Touché.” Felix giggled before settling himself down on the floor beside him, his hands finding their way to Jisung’s fluffy blonde hair.
“But I’m not the one secretly pining. Chan knows I love him. God, I wish you two would just talk to each other instead of doing this weird flirting not flirting thing.” Jisung was about to respond when the door opened and in walked Chan, Minho, and Changbin all chatting away about some thing Binnie had found on the internet.
“I don’t even wanna know how you stumbled across it.” Chan shook his head, eyes immediately finding Felix’s as he set his duffle down. Jisung thought it was adorable how they always sought each other out no matter where they were. Their bond was so special; it also made Jisung irrationally jealous, but he chose to ignore those feeling for now. He remembered when each of them got together. He remembered when Bang Chan came to the realization that he was Bi and when Felix came along, he watched as Chan made a fool of himself until the, then brunette, male just went up to him during a dance practice one day and kissed him. That was the beginning of them. He remembered when Hyunjin followed Felix’s lead just a few months after, claiming that he was in love with Changbin and didn’t care if he were straight or not, he’d prove they were meant to be together. Changbin never really clarified his sexuality, and no one questioned it but Jisung had a feeling he would be with Hyunjin whether he was male or female because it was Hyunjin he liked. He’d heard Hyune say something about Binnie hyung being pansexual which makes sense.
“Well, I do.” That voice he would know blindfolded and in a room with a million people talking at once piped up. Technically the same could be said about all the members but still the sentiment remained.
“It was Wooyoung! He gets a kick out of these types of things!” Changbin’s voice louder than normal somehow, quick blame to his childhood friend.
“What type of thing?” Felix hopped up bringing Jisung with him but the klutz he was, he ended up stumbling forward almost falling on his face. The only thing saving him was a pair of pale arms steadying him, his big round eyes widening as he looked up into straight perfection.
“Careful, Hannie. Can’t have you falling and hurting that pretty face right before we head out to Japan” Jisung wanted to cry but somehow managed to keep it to just a red flush painting his cheeks. Hyunjin walking in saved him from anymore embarrassment. He noticed Changbin’s hand go up to his now blonde hair with a fond smile on his face and oh how he wanted to be so open and carefree like that. Over the years he and Minho did have this little flirting thing they did but it never went further than that. Jisung assumed it was because the older had absolutely no interest in him whatsoever and just got a kick out of teasing him. Kind of Minho coded honestly. Plus, it wasn’t like he didn’t lightly flirt with the other members all the time too. Yeah he wasn’t anything special.
“I’m sorry WHAT?!” Felix looked a little mortified where as Seungmin, who had now also apparently entered the dance room, was cackling manically.
“That’s actually hilarious!” Okay if Seungmin got so much joy from whatever was going on he should pay attention, that could be dangerous.
“There are a lot. Some are surprisingly accurate too. Like there’s fan fiction about all of us.” Fan fiction? Jisung had known his fair share of weird and strange things, but he hadn’t heard of this before.
“They can get detailed too. Binnie and I…” A hand clamped over Hyunjin’s mouth, exclaimed that they should start practice soon and just like that the conversation was left on the back burner. At least for the rest of the group, Jisung’s mind was fixated on it though. Fan fiction. He decided he’d figure out what it was that night.
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Turns out Jisung definitely should not have looked that up. Not because now every single waking moment he had he was thinking about it, absolutely not. He was also not possibly adding his own works of fiction to the website. Nope. Sure wasn’t. And he definitely wasn’t currently writing this very second as they were boarding the plane for Osaka; the notes app on his phone has never been used like this before. He was so engrossed in it that he didn’t realize who had sat down next to him until his phone pinged and a text alert came across his screen.
Sunshine: How long until he notices?!
Dumplin: Oh come on Lix! We could have gone this whole flight without him noticing I bet.
What were they talking about? Jisung turned to look at Hyunjin who was supposed to be sitting next to him so the little squawk of surprise that left him was to be expected when he saw his crush sitting there instead.
Sunshine: There it is!
Quokka: what the actual fuck guys?! Hyune why did you switch seats?!
Dumplin: Gonna try to convince Binnie to join the mile high club with me. 😏
Sunshine: Babes the flight is only 2 hours
Quokka: I don’t care come change back!
Dumplin: you mean so he doesn’t catch you writing whatever freaky stuff your hamster brain is coming up with?
Jisung’s breath left his body. He had been careful about it, right? I mean maybe yes writing in public was a bit risky, but it wasn’t like he was being like too obvious, was he? And the only time he didn’t have it in his hand was when he ran to the bathroom and left it to charge.
Sunshine: you should rly change your phone passcode sry not sry
Dumplin: it was HAWT!! btw I fully endorse this new found sexual side of you Hannie.
Quokka: OMG PLEASE SHUT UP
While it was true he had never shown interest in such things before it wasn’t like he didn’t find people attractive or whatever it’s just that if it wasn’t Minho-hyung he wasn’t interested. Felix had told him he was Demi sexual but just like Bin, Jisung didn’t quite put a label to himself.
Sunshine: I honestly can’t believe you think hyung isn’t interested in you. Like he makes it pretty obvious Sungie.
They were always telling him how obvious it was but it wasn’t. Not to Jisung. Sure, there were moments, but Minho was kind of flirty with everyone. He always had been. He had slapped every single members butts multiple times whether at the dorms, in the practice room, on stage didn’t matter; he wasn’t known as the butt hunter for no reason. And sure some things he said to Jisung were, well a bit suggestive but not once did Jisung ever think it was something he did just with him. Lee Know flirted with everyone. He wasn’t special, nope not even a little bit.
Quokka: I hate you both
“Everything alright, Han-ah?” A soft gentle voice reached his ears but when he looked up from his phone he saw mischief in those eyes. He was always up to something wasn’t he? It was one of the many endearing things about the man.
“Been on your phone a lot. Are you working on a song?” Jisung bobbed his head almost too eagerly earning a suspicious narrowing of those cat-like eyes.
“Yup a song. That’s what it is, caught me.” The nervous tone was hard to miss but Minho didn’t comment on it instead he started talking to Chan about a few details for the venue. Jisung almost sighed outwardly in relief. He should be more careful especially when he’s around the members.
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Jisung was always wound up after a performance. His energy going haywire making him feel like he could run a marathon even though he just spent hours dancing and running around on stage in front of thousands. This time though he was wound up for a different reason. The fucking outfit! Why is it always Lee Know’s outfits that makes his brain haywire? And it wasn’t like it was anything risky! The stylists had put them all in red and wasn’t it just unfair that Minho Hyung looked fucking great in red? On top of that they put him in black pants that hugged his thighs just enough to make Jisung drool a bit. Jisung wanted nothing more than to run his tongue across that muscle. It also didn’t help that every chance he got it seems like Minho had his hands lightly grazing Jisung at random times or the looks he had been giving him. Those couldn’t have been just fan service…right? Regardless, he had been planning on going to the hotel room and think about just how much he appreciated said thighs when he noticed he had a tail.
“Hyung...uh what are you doing? I thought you and Jeongin were rooming?” A careless shrug of the others shoulders had his heart rate hitching.
“Convinced Seungminnie to switch with me; wasn’t hard seeing as how he’s pining over Ayen-ah. It’s been a while since we roomed together anyway.” Dear lord just take him now. Jisung did everything in his power to fight a deep blush threatening to take over his face. He couldn’t trust his voice not to crack under the pressure, so he just nodded a little off handedly and continued leading the way to their apparently now shared room. Jisung would have to remember to punch Seungmin for this. Little fucking menace. When he opened the door, he turned to see if Minho was still following, letting out a little yelp when he found him standing directly behind him, so close they almost bumped heads.
“You’ve been jumpy lately. Are you okay?” Once again, all Jisung could do was confirm with his head. Of course, he wasn’t going to tell him the truth so there was really no other option. The hum of distrust was heard before Minho set kicked his shoes off at the entrance of the room and dropped his bag down on the bed. The fucking SINGULAR QUEEN SIZE BED. Just kill him now please. Minho on the other hand didn’t even react to it.
“I’d like to take a shower first if you don’t mind.”
“Uh, yeah no problem hyung!” Anything to make the tension disappear. Jisung was wound up like a cheap guitar he felt like he’d snap any moment now. As his crush gathered some shower items before heading into the bathroom, Jisung decided he’d pop his headphones in and try to finish his third work to publish on the website he had found to have the best collection of fan fictions. It was almost finished he just needed to add in some excess smut. As fucked up as it was it did allow for him to fictitiously live out some of the kinky fantasies he always wanted to try. Figuring he had some time because hyung always took long showers, Jisung popped in his headphones, plopped down on his stomach on the bed and started attempting to write as much as he could before he’d ultimately have to put his phone away lest he cause too much attention to it. While it wasn’t unusual for Jisung to be on it even he had to admit he was never so consumed by the device before, hell his hyungs had even commented on it throughout the day. Hyunjin and Felix teasing him since they knew what was actually going on, Channie hyung and Changbin just commenting on how it’s unusual that it’s taking this long to write a song since he’s always just been able to crank them out, Seungmin and Jeongin were the only ones that left him alone. The two youngest so wrapped up in each other right now they had no time to be worried about anything else. It would be sweet if it weren’t so sickening, or maybe that was the jealously taking over. At this point everyone around him would be in happy healthy relationships other than him. Shaking his head of all the confusing thoughts going around his his mind, Jisung chose to focus on finishing this. He was almost done, just ‘fleshing’ it out a bit as it were. Jisung chuckled a bit to himself at that terrible pun, his nose going back into his phone.
Lee Know’s hands came to rest on Han’s bare waist, his chest pressed impossibly close to his own back as he whispered in his ear. That sinful voice made him lean against the clothed chest of the older, a shudder wracking through his body when the metal of the zipper came into contact with his skin.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night, Han-ah. Been thinking about how good that mouth would feel on my cock. How good you’d look down on your knees for me.” Han moaned at the visual that went through his mind. Yes, he’d like that very much. In fact he’d like nothing better.
“Please hyung…” The moan was nothing but lust filled as strong hand spun him around capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss. A warm tongue swiped out across his bottom lip, biting at it when he didn’t open for the other immediately but when he did? All other thoughts left his mind, letting the man before him think for him. He fell to his knees when hand gently pushed him, face to face with what he had craved for years now. With shaky hands, Jisung reached up to the black cargo like pants the stylists had put the beautiful raven haired man in, popping the buckle to the belt with ease before unzipping them. He could see how hard Minho was and a rush of pride ran through him knowing it was him causing this reaction. There was power in something like that. Having such an effect on someone they had no choice but to respond physically. Deft fingers made their way to the waistband of the tight boxer briefs, pulling them down centimeter by centimeter until finally he was met with a thick hard co-
“Showers all yours Sungie.” Jisung jumped, falling off the bed when he heard the real voice of the object of his desire reach his ears in the silent moment between songs changing through his headphones. When he clambered back to his feet, he saw Minho standing there, towel slung low around his hips, eyebrow cocked and lips pursed in an expression he couldn’t bring himself to decipher yet. Jisung pulled his headphones out just as a new song was starting, making sure to put it on the charger before gathering up his own night clothes from his bag not thinking twice about it.
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For the rest of the tour Jisung felt like he was in the twilight zone. Lee Know’s flirting got a bit more intense, the outfits while nothing too crazy still managed to rile him up (those thighs and leather pants would be his kyptonite) and oh yeah Minho somehow became his designated room partner! Needless to say, he had plenty of content for his writing. He had even developed a fan who would comment on every story, every chapter making him giddy. He liked that people enjoyed his writing. It made him feel accomplished in a way that being on stage didn’t for some reason. Like he was being praised for being true to himself.
Now after their final show in LA Minho seemed a little…agitated? Or maybe annoyed would be the better word? Maybe he was just upset that the tour ended? Look if Jisung thought about it too much he might convince himself he was mad at him, so he’d leave it alone. If Minho were upset with him, he’s sure he’d tell him, he never hesitated before. In the car ride back to the hotel he noticed eyes on him and what looked like whispering going on between Lee Know, Felix, Chan and even Seungmin. The others pretended they weren’t listening but would slide occasional glances his way. Now Jisung wasn’t normally so full of himself that he thought others conversations had anything to do with him but something about the way they were acting made him feel as such. As discretely as he could, Jisung paused the music flowing through his headphones to listen in, a little unethical but he needed to know what they were talking about.
“To be fair you aren’t exactly direct either.” Direct? About what? He watched as Minho rolled his eyes at Seungmin, sighing.
“Aish… no one was talking to you, nosy little puppy.”
“He’s not wrong, hyung. You two skirt around each other instead of actually saying anything.” Who was Hyunjin talking about? Jisung tried to scoot closer so he could hear better but as is expected for him, he ended up leaning too far and almost falling out of his seat which didn’t stop them from talking but Minho did make sure he was okay.
“Careful, jagi .” Pointed towards him whether he knew Jisung could hear or not was another thing seeing as how he went straight into finishing his conversation with them.
“Anyway I have a plan.” Whatever said plan was Jisung didn’t have time to hear because they had arrived at their hotel and was ushered out of the van. At this point he didn’t even check to see if Minho was following, he knew he would be. Once again the elder asked for the shower first and he obliged, being fully invested in finishing up the last chapter of his fan fiction, this one was his longest yet. He was pretty proud of himself actually. As always he checked the comments for the last chapter and was pleased to see one from his favorite fan.Thankful Minho wasn’t in the room otherwise he’d have to explain why he was smiling like a fool at his phone.
Surprising even himself, Jisung finished the last chapter, edited it a bit, then posted it all before Minho told him the bathroom was all his. He put the phone on the charger, gathered his clothes and headed to the bathroom. As he put his clothes on the counter, a bright flash of light caught his attention. A notification lighting up the phone that Minho must have left in there, he picked it up to give it to the other, shaking when he saw what was there.
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“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Jisung’s breathing was becoming very shallow, his vision blurring with tears at the realization that Minho knew. This was bad, this was very bad. Wait. Boba eyes widened even more before he yanked open the bathroom door, holding up Minho’s phone in his hand as he met the others eyes.
“How long have you known?”
“Since Zipper.” He didn’t even pretend to not know what he was asking about. Just answered the question like it was a fact waiting to be told. He didn’t even look up from the laptop he was on. It’s like he left the phone…
“You left it in there on purpose? You wanted me to know you knew.” The second part wasn’t a question, Jisung might be oblivious at times but he was fully aware of this particular moment. The laptop shut with a small click, Minho standing up, still only in a towel for whatever reason, and came over to him gently taking the phone out of his hand and setting it down on the closest surface.
“You’ve been buried in your phone more than usual this tour. I asked Chan if he had you working on something, because I thought it’d be unfair of him to ask that of you on top of doing the tour and I was going to bitch him out if he was. Felix however looked so suspicious, biting the inside of his cheek you know how he looks when he really wants to tell you something but doesn’t know if he should.” Jisung knew that look all too well. Felix really had a light mouth.
“So I kept at it until finally he told me. It was a little harder to figure out which works were actually yours but as soon as I saw the summary for Zipper I knew. The night of the Golden Disk Awards you looked over as soon as the zipper fell and I swore you looked like you were going to pass out. I kept noticing you watching me but I didn’t know it had that sort of effect on you. Not until I read.” A hand reached up, cradling the side of his neck thumb gently tracing his jaw almost off handedly.
“I waited. Wanted you to tell me everything you wrote that you felt… in person but it was clear you weren’t exactly ready to. So I kept reading, kept waiting. I thought if I commented you might realize it was me based on how I wrote but Han Jisung you really are dense sometimes.” Now that he was thinking about it, it was kind of obvious it was Minho who was typing out those comments. There were little jokes thrown in that only they would know about. Little details about their lives that weren’t available on Talker or Code. Oh my god there was actually so much that hinted at the true identity of his commenter now that he was thinking about it. He practically told him who he was!
“I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same.” He hated how small his voice was, hated that the only thing he wanted to do was cry.
“Jisung, I’ve been in love with you since the day JYP asked me to rap and you held my hand.” Big fat tears were now freely flowing down his squirrel-like cheeks, happiness like he never knew was possible filling his heart. Lee Minho was in love with him. Without another thought in his mind, Jisung stretched up to kiss the love of his life (way too early for that right?) dancer. His lips were softer than he ever could have imagined, like kissing a cloud. He was gentle yet demanding, licking into his mouth like he had every right to do so. In a way he did, Jisung gave in without any hesitation and he found himself easily lifted by the other being taken further into the room before once again being set on his feet all without breaking the kiss. His breathing was becoming erratic but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. It was just too good, too perfect. He was afraid if he pulled away it might have all just been a dream again.
“You have to breathe, jagiya.” Minho said between nibbles not in the least bit worried that it was his fault he couldn’t. Despite what Minho had just told him, he didn’t relinquish his hold on Jisung either, fingers digging into his hips as he was pulled flush against the older man. Jisung couldn’t help the gasp that left him as he felt a hardness between them. He didn’t know what overcame him in the next minute as he brought his hand up, hovering unsure if he should cross that line yet. So far all they’ve done is kiss, what if Minho didn’t want to go further than that yet? As he went to pull away from the toweled member his wrist was caught with deft fingers, thumb stroking the inside.
“You were much more bold in your writings.” His voice had deepened to a tone Jisung had never heard before. It was pure sex.
“I um I’ve never done this before.” He admitted with a blush. How could he when he didn’t want anyone else. Sure he had masturbated a few times when he got too pent up, who among them hadn’t? But sex? No.
“Ha-have you?” Why he asked he didn’t know, just flew out of his mouth.
“I went to an all boys high school and I’ve known who I am for a long time.” It was such a Minho explanation. What Jisung wasn’t expecting from that confession was the deep rooted jealousy he felt from it. Of course Lee Minho wasn’t a virgin, he wasn’t like Han. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, confident, and even though most people wouldn’t think it he was surprisingly considerate. Always taking care of the younger members like it was second nature. In short, he was the perfect package. Whereas Jisung was awkward, a little strange, and just pretty average looking if you asked him. Felix of course always rolled his eyes at that when they talked about it, telling him one day he’d see what they all did. Jisung pouted not realizing he did so until a thumb pulled at his bottom lip.He looked up to see a smirk across Minho’s own face before coming back to his eyes. There was a fire burning in them, a look that while never directed his way before he knew the meaning of. Had seen that look pass between the other members and their partners before.
“So tell me what you want to do. We can leave it at just kisses tonight, but if I’m honest? I’ve been waiting for this moment for way too long.” That did it. Jisung allowed himself right then and there to just be in the moment as he slowly lowered himself to his knees before the dancer, boba eyes keeping contact with him through long lashes. His hands shook as he reached to release the towel around his hyung’s waist, adams apple bobbing as he was greeted with the most beautiful/only dick he’s ever seen. He had known what to do from watching porn, in theory anyway but as he moved in closer, tongue swiping out at the bead of liquid already forming at the tip he was still surprised from the taste. It wasn’t nearly as salty as he would think, in fact Minho tasted almost sweet and a little tart. Like citrus. After a few more kitten licks he finally got enough courage to close his mouth over the tip earning a deep groan from the man above him and fingers curling in his fluffy blonde hair. He didn’t rush Jisung though, just let him take his time in learning his way around Minho’s body Swirling his tongue around the spongy head a few times allowed him to be able to get the feel of it before he flattened it and took Minho deeper. Another moan left him. It was a heady feeling knowing he was the one making those kind sounds to leave the others lips. He wasn’t very confident in his ability to actually please Minho but he’d try his damnedest. Taking him as deep as he could, arguably not too deep, he focused on trying to control his gag reflex. If he could control that then he’d be able to make this better. It was starting to work too, he was almost halfway down, but before he knew it the hands in his hair were pulling him upwards forcing him to either lose those strands or stand. His mouth was taken with a force he wasn’t ready for and it made him dizzy, needing to lean into the taller as his hands came to Han’s shirt, ripping it over his head with a silent need. When deft fingers made their way to his pants he paused, pulling back slightly to look at him.
“You’re sure?” Jisung couldn’t trust his voice not to crack so he nodded.
“I need you to use your words, jagi.” The tone of his voice left no room for argument. This was a different Minho than he knew, a more dominant Minho. Exactly how he knew he would be. How Jisung had wrote him to be. A shiver ran through him, wondering what else he wrote would come true.
“Please…” Desperation coloring his tone at the quiet word. He had never been so sure of anything in his 23 years of life. Before he knew it, he was shed of the rest of his clothing and being corralled into the bed. He laid there, naked and on display for the wandering eyes of the man he’d been pining over for some time now yet he was fighting the urge to cover himself.
“So beautiful.” An awed whisper left Minho as he came to kneel on the bed himself hands finding Jisung’s sun kissed skin, running them from his ankles to his knees before spreading him. A blush painting his face at the suddenness of the action. He’d let himself be handled anyway Minho wanted. Trusting his hyung to take care of him implicitly.
“Fucking gorgeous.” It was then Minho took over completely, hands pushing his knees up to his chest and diving in without any warning. The first swipe of that tongue against his virgin hole made Jisung whine out in overstimulation, his hands finding purchase in the dark hair of the dancer. Minho was relentless; tongue alternating between licking and sucking when all of a sudden, he switched to probing. Just gently at first, his eyes finding Jisung’s probably to gauge his reaction, but Jisung was too overtaken with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling. When a hand snaked up and started stroking his own hardness those eyes shot open and he tried to scamper away, the dual sensations too much for him.
“Minho…please…” he begged breathlessly. Not really knowing what he was asking for but wanting it nonetheless. He wasn’t naïve, but this had already exceeded all expectations he ever had. A throaty chuckle came from the man making Jisung want to punch him.
“Patience, jagi. Don’t want to hurt you.” A finger entered him at that and damn Minho for being so thoughtful right now when all Jisung wanted was to be railed through the bed. He never knew he was pent up until this moment, the only thing he could think about was getting that dick inside him. He must have said that out loud because another laugh left Minho along with another caution of patience. Who knew Jisung wasn’t a patient person until this moment? Certainly not him but he found he hated the thought of waiting any longer. Another finger joined the first, a deep breath inhaled then Minho added a third without waiting.
“Jesus!”
“I prefer Minho.” God how could he be so cheesy at a time like this? An obscene squelching sound filled the room then all of a sudden, stars formed in his vision as Minho’s fingers curled upwards and grazed that sensitive system of nerves inside him causing him to come way before he wanted to. Tear filled his eyes at the over stimulation, falling down when Minho came up to kiss them away, the blunt head of his cock poised at his entrance.
“Open your eyes for me, Sungie.” Jisung struggled to obey Minho’s command but when he did, he was given everything he could ever ask for. Minho’s plush lips were on his as he slid inside, Jisung gasping into his mouth for reprieve. The elder stayed still for a few moments, letting Jisung acclimate to the intense stretch before slowly rolling his hips.
“Feel so good, I could stay like this forever.”
“Move…please?” The tears weren’t going to stop, the happiness he was feeling not able to escape any other way. Thankfully, Minho started moving again, slowly at first before picking up the rhythm. Those hips! He had seen how they moved on stage but seeing and feeling were two totally different things. Jisung felt like he could feel him in his very soul, he would be ruined for anyone else after this. Not that there was anyone else for him. It had always been and will always be Lee Minho who owned his heart and now body. Jisung couldn’t help the onslaught of sounds coming from him, especially when Minho changed the angle at which he was thrusting.
“Wait…I’m…fuck I’m going to come again!”
“I can’t stop. Your greedy hole is sucking me in.” Minho pulled up, his hands on the heels of Jisung’s feet as he leaned back to watch their copulation, eyes transfixed on the sight of his cock disappearing inside Jisung. The combination of the dirty talk and the beating his prostate was taking did him in again. Before he could give another warning a thin stream of something that was definitely clear shot out of him.
“Jisung did you just squirt?” He missed the teasing tone to the question, too overcome with the intensity of the feeling. His hands came up to cover his face, reddened with humiliation and tears. Which at this point the latter seemed to be a fixed expression for him.
“I- I told you…to…stop.” He got out between hiccups. Jisung had done a lot of embarrassing things in his life, but this took the cake.
“Don’t hide your pretty face from me.” Fingers peeled his hands away and he was left staring up at Minho who had the softest look on his face. One of pure adoration but knowing him for so long he also saw the mischief hidden in those dark eyes.
“That’s better.” Minho picked up again, hips postponing faster than before making Jisung full out cry. Loud, high pitched needy moans leaving his mouth before Minho pushed inwards capturing his lips, swallowing them in the process. The new position brought his knees closer to his chest which in turn caused Minho to slip in deeper than he had been before. If this kept up any longer, he’d come three times all before his lover came once. Fortunately, he felt Minho’s rhythm start to falter slowing down, stuttering slightly before he felt warmth bloom inside him from the older’s release. They stayed like that for a few seconds; both breathing like they had run a 5k before Minho pulled out leaving Jisung with a strange sense of emptiness. He felt a trickle of what he could only assume was come leaking down onto the bed. Jisung’s face scrunched up at the feeling as he watched the dancer pluck a shirt up off the floor and with the gentlest of touches, cleaned him up. He tossed the shirt as fast as he picked it up, pulling Jisung against him as he laid back down.
“You know I asked the stylist noona if I could keep that zipper shirt. I think we have enough time to do that thing you wrote about wanting.” He smirked waggling his eyebrows making Jisung laugh the loudest he had in a while.
“Oh my god hyung! Shut up!”