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minho watches, entranced, as the man across the club dances to mind-numingly dull music. he wants to reach out and touch him, handle him like glass, but he’ll watch for now, the man is with friends, anyway. minho doesn't want to intrude, as much as he also wants to.
mystery man disappears back into the crowd but minho catches a glimpse of him at a table with a few other people. definitely not about to try to seduce him in front of his friends, unless he goes to offer what he has in exchange for a dance. it’s a club, who doesn't want to heighten the experience? he’ll think about it. offering illegal drugs to the wrong person isn't something minho's in the business of doing. he's careful, sometimes probably too careful but he’s done enough business for the club that they set him up in vip without a reservation and with a significant discount. it’s a nice deal they have with each other. neither encroaches the others’ business and as long as it stays that way, minho will continue coming.
minho crosses his legs and waits. he knows he shouldn't use a deal as a ruse to get the man's attention but, in his slightly inebriated state, he doesn't care. he’ll just go over and ask if they're interested. they say no, he leaves and doesn't worry about it. except he will worry about it because of the dancing stranger. or he makes a deal and gets some cash out of it, either one. but he’ll wait as long as he can, but he’s made us his mind to approach.
the songs change, people leave and come in, and minho watches as the man’s energy never wavers. he comes back to the floor like he's on cocaine every single time and minho’s impressed the fourth time it happens. when the dancer goes back to his table again and minho’s on the move. he follows far enough behind that it doesn't look like he’s been stalking him or their group.
he hates the smell of sweat and alcohol mixed together and it’s the only scent in the whole building. the assault on his nostrils lessens as the crowd opens up to reveal dancer and friends and their table full of drinks.
one of the friends looks up, clearly confused, and waits for minho to speak, they all do.
“having fun?” he starts. it’s… an opener, kind of. it’s directed at a group so he’s not sure it counts.
“enough. can we help you?” the one with puppy-dog-eyes asks.
“that’s good. looking to score?” minho asks, eyes scanning the group as to not seem like he's there for only one of them.
“is that how you start all your conversations? by offering drugs?” the same guy speaks up.
“not usually. i try not to, at least.”
“then what makes this different?”
“nothing. i’ve got E on me if you’re interested. if not i’m gone, don’t worry. not here to harass you.” minho says. he’s really not. if the dancer doesn't seem interested he’ll leave, too.
but the objectively drop-dead gorgeous man from the dancefloor’s eyes sparkle when minho pulls the baggy out of his pocket.
“how much?” the man asks, already reaching for his wallet.
“hyunjin-” the petite blond one starts.
“shh. i’ll be fine,” the dancer responds.
“for you? i’ll do $120 for the whole bag.” minho’s grateful it’s not a very big bag, otherwise he’d be losing a little too much money on this.
the dancer, hyunjin, makes grabby hands at the baggy minho’s basically dangling in front of him until minho drops it into waiting hands.
money passes hands and is pocketed and minho leaves the table with a wink to hyunjin.
the crowd is clearly losing their momentum with the way bodies are just swaying now, but minho watches as hyunjin takes a pill and drags the blond one into the crowd with him. the bodies mostly conceal them but he catches glimpses of what he assumes is hyunjin having a good time. he's actually dancing, in a way that makes sense for a club. he's not breaking out the hip-hop, at least not yet, maybe.
his booth gives him an easy view of almost the whole club and he still can't take his eyes off hyunjin. hyunjin, who doesn't know minho’s name and probably thinks he's just a dealer because hyunjin hasn't seen him yet and probably won't and oh- he's spotted minho and has abandoned blondie in the crowd.
minho could almost describe hyunjin’s walk as a saunter but that can’t be right. they don’t know each other, minho sold him drugs twenty minutes ago and he only accidentally learned hyunjin's name.
hyunjin is either fearless or stupid with the way he sits down on minho’s left and stares at him. minho lazily looks over, like he’d not chomping at the bit to get his hands on hyunjin.
“hey,” hyunjin says, quieter now that they're not surrounded by speakers.
“hi.”
“do you just deal out of here or do you actually come for the partying?”
bold. minho likes that.
“no, i come here for fun, usually. dealing is just a side gig.” this is information he really shouldn't be giving to strangers but… he’ll make an exception.
“just ecstasy or can you get other stuff?” hyunjin asks, a surprising glint in his eye. minho supposes he shouldn't be surprised, he doesn't know this man.
“are you a cop?”
“do i look like one?” hyunjin gestures to himself. his crop-top would probably get him in trouble.
“looks can be deceiving.”
“i’m not a cop,” hyunjin laughs and minho pretends he doesn't want to hear it again. or forever, “i just like having fun. and you seem fun.”
“i’ve been known to have fun on occasion,” minho jokes. obviously his dumb humour isn't a turn off with the way hyunjin leans closer to him, elbow on the table with his chin resting in his palm.
“i’m surprised i’ve never seen you here before.”
“i’m not always in a booth. i do mingle but they don’t like when the boss tries manning the bar.”
“boss? you own this place?”
“co-owner. me and a friend went half and half on it when they went to sell. we used to come here all the time in college so we put in a bid.” minho explains. he’ll leave out the part that it’s technically his parents money.
“wow. how old are you?”
minho chuckles, “28. you?”
“26. and you’re already a business owner? wow… hyung.” minho laughs when hyunjin repeats himself.
all he did was call him hyung and minho can feel his ears heating up.
“i just paid for it, i don't really do anything. more of a silent partner compared to chan.”
“that's still cool. does it pay well? should i buy a nightclub?” hyunjin whispers the last part to himself and hopes minho doesn't find it lame.
“it pays well enough. i make more from this place than anything.”
“oh? do you have other jobs?”
minho likes how curious he is.
“not technically. i mean there's dealing but it’s not one i can talk about publically. there’s the hotel chain i have shares in. it’s mostly boring stock market stuff.” minho shrugs.
“stocks are boring but i could listen to you talk about them forever,” hyunjin admits, his face turning red as he registered the words he just said.
“i’m not one to talk about money, really. but it’s okay if you ask.”
“yeah? what makes me different?” hyunjin smirks.
“i don’t know yet.”
“yet?”
“i’m hoping to find out,” minho says.
“i guess i could talk to you some more. my friends all know where i am, so if you try to kill me you’ll have the wrath of 3 twinks.” hyunjin laughs.
“that's the kind of twink death i’d be into.”
hyunjin, again, laughs, and minho wonders if he’s the one being seduced. it’s working, at least. minho wants hyunjin to laugh forever. wait.
“i’m minho, by the way. if you were wondering,” minho winks at him again and watches as hyunjin blushes this time.
“hyunjin, but i think you knew that.”
“yeah, i heard your friend call you.”
“and he's worried about me giving away too much information,” hyunjin giggles to himself.
“so, hyung,” minho ignores what looks like mischief all over hyunjin’s face, “why me?”
“why you, what?”
“to sell to. i'm sure there's a hundred people in this club who would've paid full price for everything i got.”
“you’re cute. i saw you dancing and needed a reason to come over,” minho says truthfully.
“hm. thank you. you're not so bad yourself. felix– my friend– is the one who told me to come over. i was too scared.”
“am i that intimidating?” minho jokes.
“a little. only ‘cause you're hot, though. you don't seem like an asshole or anything,” he makes sure to add the last part before he (wouldn't have) offended minho.
“you think i’m hot? flattery gets you everywhere as far as i’m concerned.”
“who said it was flattery? maybe i’m terrified right now.”
“you don't look very scared,” minho points out. hyunjin’s expression almost turns sheepish, at least that's what minho thinks.
“you’re really hard to hit on.” hyunjin concludes. minho laughs, not at him, but the fact that it’s not the first time he’s heard that.
“don’t laugh at me,” hyunjin pouts, leaning back into the booth and effectively away from minho.
“not you, sweetheart. i’ve heard it before.” he gets out when he's done laughing.
“jeez, i wonder why. maybe you shouldn't laugh at people!”
“i’m not laughing at you! i think it’s cute.”
“you’re cute. wait– no, i’m supposed to be mad. fuck you,” hyunjin says, still pouting.
minho can’t believe hyunjin is actually humouring him. most people give up by now and simply slide back out of the booth and into the crowd. he's used to it. it used to confuse him, but he's reached an age where he just bids them adieu and forgets about them.
“fuck me? that’s awfully bold, hyunjin-ah.”
a smile cracks through hyunjin’s barely-held-together pout.
“i mean, i did come over here in hopes of that, but i like talking to you.” hyunjin says in mock defeat.
“i’m surprised. most people only come over for that reason.” minho doesn't know hyunjin well enough to say whether he’d use him or not but he’s not opposed to finding out, which is a trait that will probably lead to his downfall. it wouldn't be his first time letting a pretty boy try to ruin his life. he’d probably let this one actually ruin it, though.
“that's fucked up. i guess i did the same thing so i’m fucked up too but at least i’ll apologize. i’m sorry for coming in here to try and get in your pants. very uncool and probably creepy on my part.”
“not creepy. i’m still flattered. you could've picked anyone in here and gotten them. you still did, i guess.”
“oh? i got you?” hyunjin asks, clearly delighted.
“hook, line, and sinker,” minho admits. he’s not proud of the fact that a pretty boy who can keep a conversation going can get him this relaxed, this trusting.
“good. where do you live?”
“a couple blocks east, why?” minho lets a smirk creep onto his face.
“my friends have my location so as long as i tell them i’m leaving…”
“i’ll meet you out front at my car, yeah?*
hyunjin nods eagerly and goes to find his table.
it’s cold out and all minho can think of is how hyunjin is going to freeze in that outfit. he only noticed that he was in a skirt when he stood to go find his friends. they must've taken a taxi otherwise he would've been frozen by the time they got here.
his car sits where he left it, near the entrance but not taking up the good spots. he leans against it and watches the door, perking up every time the it opens until hyunjin finally walks out and a smile breaks out on minho’s face. that’s embarrassing, he thinks. he shouldn't be this excited to bring someone home, even if they do look like they were sculpted by gods, but here he is.
“sorry, felix made me triple check that our locations were shared still.” hyunjin says as he walks up. he has his arms wrapped around himself and minho can only imagine how cold he is.
minho opens the door for him and hyunjin gets in and immediately adjusts his skirt, finishing right as the door closes. the older of the two slides into the driver's seat and when the car turns on, music blasts from the speakers.
“sorry. i forgot to turn it down before i got out.” minho says, almost shyly.
“it’s okay. i’m definitely awake now,” hyunjin giggles.
“are you tired? i can drop you off at home or call an uber?”
“no, i’m fine. i was getting hazy in there is all.”
“you’re still up for this?” minho asks, car not leaving park until he finds out.
“yes. 100%. it was my idea, silly.”
“that doesn't mean you can't change your mind.”
“what a gentleman,” hyunjin jokes.
minho scoffs, amused, “common decency, baby.”
he doesn't see the blush fill hyunjin but he can feel eyes on him as he pulls out of the spot.
hyunjin doesn't really stop staring and minho’s starting to think hyunjin thinks he’s ugly. minho’s hand slides from the gearshift and onto hyunjin’s thigh, hovering, before hyunjin presses minho’s hand into the soft skin of his thigh. minho squeezes his thigh in a way that makes hyunjin squeeze his legs together and almost distracts him from the road but he’s quick to adjust when they start heading towards the side of the road.
“so you're a tease, eh?” minho says as they get closer to his street.
“i’ve been known to tease, yes,” hyunjin says, eyes still glued to minho’s face.
“good to know. and in bed?”
“oh, i’m much worse,” hyunjin assures.
minho smirks to himself and focuses all of his attention on the road, lest he get distracted by long legs and exposed skin.
it’s a ten minute drive and minho would have walked to the club if he hadn't been in a suit. he's glad he was dressed well tonight since it led to a pretty boy entering his apartment. a pretty boy who looks around like he's never seen minimalism.
“the penthouse?!” hyunjin all but screeches.
minho puts his jacket over the back of the couch, “i’m not as rich as you think. it’s my parents. i’m just self-sufficient enough that they sign cheques and don't ask questions since i’m not spending all their money.” he shrugs.
“a rich boy owning a club? who could've guessed!” hyunjin jokes.
minho knows he seems like a spoiled rich brat, but,
“i pay for everything but the apartment myself. i paid for the bar with money i saved from actual jobs.”
“i’m fucking with you. i believe that you’ve done it yourself. you seem like the businessman type. positively, of course.”
“oh, of course. who doesn't want to seem like they work in an office?” minho says sarcastically.
“hey! i said businessman not salaryman!” he defends.
“the suit doesn't help, does it?” he chuckles.
“probably not, but it is hot if that helps,” hyunjin says shamelessly.
minho is really into how bold hyunjin is. it’s nice for someone to not be totally submissive and kind of boring. he likes a little pushback, someone to try and take the reins just for him to pull them back.
”i already told you flattery will get you everywhere but you're already here.”
“can’t i compliment you?” hyunjin pouts and minho wants to kiss it right off of him.
minho hums, “you could do whatever you want to me, pretty boy.”
“keep calling me pretty and i just might,” hyunjin walks up to him and grabs his collar with both hands.
minho hadn't noticed the height difference but this close it’s obvious hyunjin is a little taller. he pulls minho close and hesitates before pressing their lips together. it’s almost gentle, not quite what minho was expecting but certainly not unwelcome.
when they part, hyunjin is panting and minho finds that hot too. minho mumbles ‘bedroom?’ and hyunjin nods eagerly, following where minho pulls him gently by the wrist.
it’s cute, minho thinks, that he’s so eager and willing. trailing behind minho all the way across the apartment until they reach the bed. hyunjin sits obediently, without minho telling him to, and that starts to rewire minho’s brain until hyunjin pulls him down to the bed too.
“not fair if i’m the only one down here,” hyunjin says meekly.
“you got shy on me. what happened to the guy that came for me at the club?” minho jokes.
hyunjin blushes and then looks away. at what, minho isn't sure, but not at him.
“i have to– i should– i’m…trans?” he stutters.
“okay? thank you for telling me. are you okay now?” minho asks, not demanding, simply curious.
“i– yeah, actually. you took that a lot better than i thought.”
“you didn't think i would hurt you, did you?”
“no! i mean, i figured you wouldn't. maybe it was just hope?” hyunjin smiles sheepishly.
“you took that big a risk on a guy who sold you ecstasy?” minho asks, dumbfounded.
“maybe felix was right. i do actually do reckless things if you put it like that.” hyunjin says, more to himself than minho.
“oh my god. you're lucky i’m not a serial killer.”
“honestly? still probably would've taken my chance,” he laughs, loud and raw, and minho, again, loves it.
“you are something else, hyunjin-ah.”
hyunjin ends the conversation by connecting their lips again, taking the breath from minho’s lungs in the process.
minho’s hand slides into hyunjin’s hair and he changes the angle, the other hand finding its way to his waist. hyunjin flinches away and giggles into the kiss.
“all that exposed skin and you’re that sensitive?” minho teases.
“well, most people don't touch my waist. it’s ass or nothing.”
“are you sure you should be making your own decisions?”
“fuck off,” he shoves minho lightly. “i go to clubs, i expect to be groped if i’m dancing with someone.”
“that’s still not…” minho starts, but hyunjin kisses him quickly to shut him up. an effective tactic, minho will admit.
“i know. but i promise it doesn't make me uncomfortable. i’d stop going otherwise.”
minho nods and pulls hyunjin back in for another kiss. it’s messier this time, minho can feel the spit dribbling out the sides of their mouths it’s gross, but like anything with hyunjin, apparently, he’s kind of into it. hyunjin makes his head spin. minho knows he's attractive, he's not stupid, but pulling hyunjin? even he thought that was lucky.
hyunjin’s palms slides up minho’s torso to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. his fingers keep slipping and minho wonders if it’s nerves or excitement. either way, he eventually starts to get them undone and minho's shirt is quickly discarded on the floor. they're both undressed quickly, minho leaving hyunjin in a red, lace thong, just to enjoy the view.
“you are gorgeous.” minho says as he runs his hands up hyunjin’s thighs. he’s all legs and long lines and minho could stare at him forever, but there's more important things at hand. like the growing wet spot between hyunjin’s thighs. hyunjin simply covers his face while minho watches the blush start at his chest and works its way up.
“don’t compliment me, i’m shy.” he says from under his hands.
“no you’re not and yes i will. you are fucking perfect, hyunjin.” minho says in awe.
he’s seen attractive people. he’s been with attractive people. but hyunjin is next level. hyunjin’s body and attitude have had him half hard since the club.
hyunjin whines and squirms and minho decides it’s time to do something about not seeing his face. he pulls both hands off hyunjin’s face and pins them above his head, leaving most of his weight on the bed so he doesn't hurt hyunjin.
“let me see your pretty face,” minho says. the blush doesn't subside, covering hyunjin like watercolour.
he whines again and this is even better than minho thought it would be. whiny bottoms? his favourite.
“use your words princess,” he teases.
“fuck.” comes out quietly, like hyunjin didn't mean to say it.
“all good?”
“yeah. yeah… i liked that,” hyunjin answers shyly.
“if you wanted to be my princess, you could've asked.”
“i’ll be your anything.” hyunjin says it so fast minho can't help the snort he lets out.
“you laugh, but i’m serious,” hyunjin leans up for another kiss, full of spit and teeth.
“anything.” hyunjin whispers between them before reconnecting their lips.
minho groans into the kiss and hyunjin giggles again, pulling him closer with his legs wrapped around minho’s midsection. it’s objectively hot, but minho can't believe how hyunjin’s legs look wrapped around his own skin. he almost wants to record it for the lonely nights so he can remember what lust looks like. and that's all this is, of course. lust. minho might just be insane given how he’d actually thought about letting hyunjin move in if he asked. he
but if he did.
the older of the them has to pull away before he comes in his dress pants. he backs off the bed and away from hyunjin, who grumbles about it, and slides his pants off, landing with a barely audible thump. hyunjin’s legs are spread open when he looks back up, inviting him in.
he runs his hands along the insides of hyunjin's thighs, reaching the edge of his thong before sliding back down to his knees. minho kneels on the bed again and notices hyunjin hasn't moved his hands. obedient. minho can work with that. when his hands move up soft skin again he hooks his fingers in the band of hyunjin’s panties and slides them down his legs, not missing how hyunjin's cunt glistens under the light.
“you're so soft.” minho mumbles, more to himself than hyunjin but he still giggles and quietly thanks him anyway.
minho’s not overly vocal during sex but he’s known to be extra quiet during foreplay. hyunjin doesn't seem to mind when minho slides a finger in and kisses him at the same time.
hyunjin’s so wet that minho’s hand is almost soaked as he reaches his third knuckle again. hyunjin is also, conveniently, quite loud in bed, especially when he nearly screams in minho’s ear when he touches his g-spot.
“fuck, yeah, like that,” hyunjin moans.
minho takes it in stride, pressing a second finger against his hole and waiting for hyunjin’s, quite aggressive, nod of approval.
he’s prepped quickly, minho will admit he’s gotten pretty good at it but everyone is different and hyunjin is certainly sensitive in interesting spots. the back of his knees, for example. it’s an erogenous zone but minho still finds that one strange.
hyunjin was tighter than minho assumed, just based on last experiences, but is pleasantly surprised when he bottoms out and has to force himself not to come.
minho must make a noise his own ears don't pick up because hyunjin pulls him close again and half-mumbles half-whispers in his ear,
“do i feel that good?” another giggle.
“yes. fuck.” minho says, strained. his eyes are scrunched shut so he doesn't see where he and hyunjin are connected and come immediately. that would wound his ego far too much.
“open your eyes.” and minho can hear the pout in his voice.
he opens his eyes to hyunjin’s smiling face and nearly melts. he looks so happy, what minho could only describe as pure bliss. it causes a dopey smile to come across minho’s own face that he tries to ignore.
“you’re pretty too, you know.” hyunjin flirts. as if he needs to flirt in minho’s bed.
“i have to disagree but i’ll take the compliment.” minho decides as he says it.
“you are. big, brown doe eyes, insane nose, pouty lips. i’d say you’re perfect but i think you’d get shy on me.”
“i would not! i’m lying, yes i would.” minho admits shamefully.
“cute, baby,” hyunjin coos. minho nearly combusts when the word ‘baby’ comes out. he's not one for pet names but apparently it's different with hyunjin. everything feels different with hyunjin and minho pushes that thought to the back of his brain and focuses on slowly, slowly pulling out of hyunjin halfway and pushing back in just as slowly, hyunjin moaning and cursing respectively.
hyunjin mumbles and minho isn't sure he's actually saying words, per se, just noises and general babbling, another trait minho finds endearing on the endless list that is hyunjin.
“use your words, pretty boy,” minho taunts. he’s not mean unless his partner asks but he loves to tease, and hyunjin is just so easy to tease, the perfect little toy to play with.
“‘feels good. ‘feels so fucking good,” hyunjin moans.
minho feels hyunjin clench around him and nearly drops onto the man underneath him.
“do that again and i will come so fast.” minho warns.
“how fast can you get it up again?”
“20 minutes? i’m not wearing a condom or anything though…”
“you can… you know.”
“i don’t,” minho admits.
“you can… you can come inside. i’ve been on the pill for years.”
minho’s hips stutter but he holds it together, speeding up his movements now that he's been given permission.
“you can also go faster, i won’t break.” hyunjin’s back lifts off the bed with the laugh he lets out, like he's been waiting to tell minho that…
“have you been waiting all this time to tell me to speed it up?” minho asks.
“no…” hyunjin lies. it’s clearly a lie, he looks away and his grip slackens on minho’s bicep where his fingers were leaving indents.
minho fucks him faster and harder as a result and hyunjin’s legs squeeze tight around his waist, holding him as close as he can while giving minho room to move.
his cock slides in and out and hyunjin meets every thrust with a push of his hips, crying out when minho presses against his g-spot again. and again. once minho finds it he’s relentless. he may have permission to come inside but he refuses to come first.
hyunjin goes to wrap his arms around minho’s neck but he feels nails break skin down either side of his spine. he might be a masochist with the way he enjoys it. (or another hyunjin side effect.) he knows he moans, and he's pretty sure it's loud.
“you sound so hot when you actually make noise.” hyunjin teases.
“you sound hot no matter what.”
“i’ve been told.”
“should we really talk about previous escapades while i’m balls deep inside of you?” it’s supposed to be a joke but with the way minho’s holding himself together he can’t be sure it comes out that way.
“maybe. do you get jealous?”
minho thinks. and thinks. and probably a little too long because hyunjin’s hands press flat against minho’s back like he's trying to ground him. and that sad part is that it works. they met two hours ago and minho’s fucking whipped already and he’s not happy about it. he likes that it’s hyunjin he’s going crazy for but he doesn't like not being in control of his feelings.
“yes.” he concludes.
“good. i like possessive.”
minho buries his cock in hyunjin before he answers.
“yeah? want me to fuck you like i hate you?”
“mm. kinda? like you're mad at me, not quite hate,” hyunjin tells him. minho can do that. and when he pistons his hips and hyunjin yelps in surprise, he guesses it's working.
“fuck!” hyunjin yells, nails dragging down minho's back again.
minho brings a hand between them and circles hyunjin’s clit a few times before adding any pressure. hyunjin arches off the bed, as best he can with his legs still firmly holding minho close to him, and whines.
“awe, does princess like that?”
hyunjin nods vigorously as his back touches the bed again. he squirms every time minho changes directions or switches his speed and minho loves every second of it. loves watching hyunjin’s mouth hang open, drool starting to pool at the corner of his lips. loves feeling hyunjin twitch and try to squirm away from the pain-pleasure. minho can tell he's overstimulated when hyunjin starts to tear up, but he never tells him to slow down or hang on or any indication that he’s uncomfortable, so minho rubs his clit with fervour, still determined to make hyunjin come before him.
“fuck, hyung, yes,” hyunjin whines, nails digging in even deeper.
minho moans, this time he knows it’s loud, can hear it come out, but he can't stop it, not when hyunjin's cunt feels this good.
“so fucking tight,” minho manages to get out. hyunjin whimpers and the sound is so, so pretty.
“maybe you're just too big,” hyunjin counters, eventually.
minho disagrees but is rendered speechless when he looks down to where he's pounding against hyunjin and yeah- that does the trick.
he comes with a drawn-out groan, hips stuttering as he spills into hyunjin, who pulls him so close he can't move this time.
“that was hot.” he says when minho goes silent.
“hold on, still got to get you off.”
“it's okay, you don’t–” hyunjin's cut off by minho pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers, using the cum as lube, as if they need it.
hyunjin whines at the continued overstimulation but stays put, because as much as he wishes he could slide away and take a minute, he loves it.
the movement on his clit is what finally gets him off, scratching down minho’s arms this time to the point that he’ll have to give his physical trainer some bullshit about cats. or he’ll see the scratches under minho’s usual tank-top and make the connection.
hyunjin gasps when he starts to come down. minho slows his hands without stopping until the orgasm has rung hyunjin dry. then he pulls his hands away and wipes them on the bedsheets.
“don’t you still have to sleep here?” hyunjij asks, dazed.
“i’ll change the sheets. especially if…”
“out with it. you can’t get shy after you've come inside me!”
“you could stay over. we could get breakfast and hang out around the apartment. if you want.” minho knows he’s blushing furiously, he felt the heat rise when he started the question.
“really? you don’t have business or anything?” hyunjin leans up on his elbows.
minho shakes his head, “i’m free all day.”
“then i’d love to. i will need to borrow your shower and washing machine, though.”
“i think we can figure something out, baby.”
hyunjin giggles again and minho decides right then that it’s his favourite sound in the world.