Minho X Jisung

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Jisung grumbled while half jogging through the cold wind, pulling his skirt down every few nanoseconds. He had begged Felix to let him change quickly before leaving, but Felix had strongly denied it, insisted that Minho must really need him quick, and then soaked Jisung's pants in the bathroom sink for extra good measure.

Luckily for Jisung, Minho's house was only a few blocks away from Felix's, or else he would've refused to hurry over. The stares he was getting were making him really uncomfortable, and the strong wind made it nothing but worse.

Jisung saw Minho's ridiculously large house come into view just down the street. The latter's fancy, expensive, branded car stood parked neatly outside, but the cars that accompanied it there just the same morning when Jisung's left, were now gone. He guessed Minho's parents must've left for work or something..

Jisung jogged quickly over to Minho's house, worry seeping through his chest. Maybe Minho had hurt himself while home alone? Maybe he had fallen down somewhere and couldn't get up alone?

Jisung stopped at the front door and knocked quickly and repeatedly, out of pure habit. Ironic, if Minho had actually hurt himself somehow, how the fuck was he supposed to open the door for Jisung?

Quick footsteps sounded form the other side of the door, before it was thrown open hurriedly. Jisung barely had enough time to recognize that it was in fact Minho that had opened the door for him, before he was grabbed by the shoulders and yanked inside the house with a surprised yelp.

Jisung's back was thrown against a hard wall, and before he got the chance to register anything, Minho was pressed suffocatingly hard against his chest, kissing at him lips hungrily while groping his body wherever he could in pure desperation.

Jisung let out a whine and a moan that he was way too startled to even think about holding in. The pressure from the wall against his back, and Minho against his front was cutting his breath short, but in the best way possible.

Jisung's eyes fluttered closed as he moved his lips gently and unsurely againt Minho's lustful kisses. His hands clutched both Minho's shoulders hard.

Minho grunted out a small moan while slipping his hand up Jisung's skirt, before he quickly picked Jisung up and wrapped Jisung's legs around his own waist. The younger moaned again, feeling Minho squeeze and knead his ass with the hand that was supposed to support his weight.

Jisung's whole body felt numb, he couldn't even feel it when Minho carried him through the house and into his bedroom - without ever disconnecting their lips. If you asked the younger, he would've thought he was still being kissed harshly against the wall by the door.

The two were way too preoccupied to even break their kiss for a quick breather. They panted shamelessly into each other's mouth, their noses heaving for air against the others cheek.

Minho climbed into his bed, laying Jisung down on his back while sitting upright between his legs. The two finally broke apart their kiss, after what felt like an eternity.

Jisung could only hope he looked as good as Minho did right now, because God fucking damn was he hot. His cheeks stained the slightest shade of red, his lips swollen and smeared with saliva, the way his mouth hung open as his chest heaved desperately for air, the way his eyes were already practically fucking Jisung into his pillow, the way his hair - that was supposed to be swept back sexily - fell into his face messily, only making it look even sexier.

Jisung could only hope he looked as fucking good as Minho did right now.

Minho's eyes traveled down Jisung's figure, to the skirt he had put on because Felix said he'd grown out of it after going to the gym so much, and suggested Jisung should try on instead.

Jisung breath hitched as Minho slipped both hands up his skirt again, feeling around his thighs like it was a birthright of his. One of Minho's hands dared itself into Jisung underwear, groping his left ass cheek and barely brushing over his hole. Jisung blushed deeper than he ever had before, staring into Minho's averted eyes and wondering how he could do that without even batting an eyelash.

To avoid any embarrassment of when Minho would finally look back at Jisung's face and catch him so flustered, the latter quickly reached out and grabbed Minho's collar, yanking him down for another kiss.

Minho grunted, kissing Jisung hard and lustfully. The latter tangled his fingers into Minho's hair, pulling at it and fisting his fingers together, loving how it made Minho grunt and moan lowly - as well as, if not especially, the way it made Minho's hips buck and thrust forward into his desperately.

Minho trailed kisses down Jisung's neck. The latter nudged Jisung's head to the side firmly, devouring his neck until Jisung lost all sort of feeling in the area and it became numb.

"Ugh, f-fuck, I wanna taste you so bad, baby, c-can I?" Minho groaned, grinding hard against Jisung's hips.

Jisung moaned at both the grind, and at the way Minho's hands grabbed the waistband of his underwear, shaking against his skin, waiting desperately for a yes so he could tug them off and devour Jisung there too.

Jisung whined loudly, arching his back slightly and grinding back up into the other. His eyes glided up to the ceiling, where he watched Minho shift and move his body desperately while laying on top of him through the mirror Minho had hung there. He had never in his life been more thankful for a simple fucking mirror.

"P-please, yes, please Minho!" Jisung whined

Minho quickly lifted himself from Jisung's neck, sitting back up and yanking Jisung's underwear right off him, throwing it carelessly into his room somewhere. Jisung's hard dick sprung up, peaking out of the skirt and making the fabric fall around it.

Minho let himself fall back onto Jisung, kissing him hard and long while tugging off Jisung shirt, throwing that as well somewhere into the room.

Jisung watched through the mirror as Minho kissed down his body, scooting down in the bed every few kisses. Jisung's hands were in his hair, pulling at it and subconsciously pushing him quicker down to his crotch.

Jisung's dick hit against Minho's cheek when he finally reached that low. The latter wrapped his hand loosely around it, caressing it gently while he kissed Jisung's pelvis.

Jisung whined, craving for more stimulation.

"Please, Minho." The latter whined.

Minho glanced up at Jisung, his panting breaths hitting his stomach and giving him goosebumps.

Minho smirked quietly at Jisung, completely ignoring his dick, and instead scooting further down to give some attention to his balls.

Jisung looked back to the mirror, completely ignoring himself, and instead watching the way Minho pleasured him while Jisung's dick laid rested against his forehead, leaking precum onto it.

Jisung close to massaged Minho's scalp while the latter licked and kissed around his crotch, unable to decide whether he wanted to give attention to Jisung's dick, balls, thighs or ass.

"Ah - Min, please." Jisung moaned, bucking his hips upwards.

The latter reached out and grabbed one of the decorative pillows from the corner of his bed, stuffing it under Jisung's hips to prop him up and give himself better access.

The latter groped at Jisung's thigh, kissing and sucking in the very juncture between his thigh and crotch - for sure leaving behind marks.

"Can I eat you out, pretty baby?" Minho panted, looking up to see Jisung's face.

Jisung let his eyes leave the mirror, instead meeting Minho's eyes. His heartbeat was annoyingly loud in his ears, but he could barely think about it with the way Minho was looking at him so desperately.

"Please, fuck, yes, please. Please eat me out." Jisung whined, slurring his words slightly from the amount of saliva that had collected in his mouth from watching Minho.

The latter smiled faintly before dipping his head down, wasting no time before starting to devour Jisung like it was his last meal. Jisung's back arched as he moaned loudly. Minho's tongue was prodding so perfect into him, like it was made with the sole purpose to fit perfectly into Jisung.

In the mirror, Jisung could see the way Minho's head was stuffed up his skirt, never stopping its movements. He had to wonder how many people Minho had done this with to be this good at giving head, let alone to figure out it was a good idea to hang a mirror in your ceiling. He couldn't know that it was so extremely sexy to watch yourself and your partner through a mirror during sex, if he hadn't tried it before he got one, could he?

"M-Minho." Jisung moaned, tugging on the latter's hair.

Minho hummed mindlessly, giving most of his attention to Jisung's ass.

"Please, m-more." Jisung whined, arching his back.

The latter gave Jisung's ass a few more licks and kisses before emerging out from his skirt, and shooting back up to kiss Jisung messily.

The latter moaned, clawing at Minho's clothes.

How did he even get here? Didn't Minho have some sort of emergency he needed help with? How the fuck did he end up under Minho in his bed, with Minho's fingers pressing gently into his ass to finger him.

"Ah, please." Jisung whined, tugging on Minho's hair.

"What, pretty? What do you want?" Minho whispered in his ear, kissing it all over afterwards.

"Finger me, please, please - hard!" Jisung pleaded.

Minho followed Jisung's orders, thrusting his fingers hard and fast into Jisung, looking for the spot where it felt the very best. His hand was cramping up and hurting, but that was the last thing on his mind right now.

Jisung jolted forward at every particularly rough thrust, moaning freely with his head thrown back into Minho's pillow.

Minho buried himself in Jisung's neck, mindlessly kissing it and sucking messy hickeys into his skin. All his thoughts went into how he could give Jisung more pleasure with his fingers, which he absolutely succeeded at.

Jisung was by no means a virgin, no, far from it, actually, but he'd never met anyone whom had him this close to finishing undone before.

Minho hooked, twisted and rubbed his fingers around so skillfully inside the younger, he must've done this a million times before.

"Minho, oh my God - i-, aah-Minho!" Jisung choked on his own spit with every word, unable to form a proper sentence as his eyes finally rolled back into his head and the incredible heat took over his body.

Minho kept fingering him, slow and sloppy, for a few more seconds before stopping and pulling his fingers out of Jisung, instead placing his hand on Jisung's hip to balance himself. His whole arm hurt, especially his fingers. No one ever talked about it, but fingering someone as skillfully as he did, really tired out your arm.

Jisung neck was warm and sweaty from Minho panting into it and laying so close to him. Jisung gently wrapped one arm around Minho's shoulders, pulling him down to lay on top of his body. He could feel how Minho was shaking and fatigued from holding himself balanced, upright and hovering over Jisung for so long.

Minho let himself fall onto Jisung, laying his head on Jisung's shoulder to catch his breath. He shifted a few times to get comfortable, making Jisung realize that he must still be hard.

Jisung hadn't yet done anything to help Minho relieve, so obviously he'd still be hard.

Jisung pushed the bangs out of Minho's forehead to kiss it before moving his hand down and starting to unbutton Minho's jeans.

"N-No, Jisungie, don't, i-" Minho stuttered, reaching out to stop Jisung from going any further on him.

He was too late. Jisung had already pushed his whole hand into Minho's underwear, expecting to be met with a hard and desperate dick, not a soft and wet one.

"You came?" Jisung muttered, smiling teasingly at Minho.

The latter frowned and pouted, hitting Jisung's chest gently.

"S-Shut up."

Jisung chuckled, rubbing Minho's dick gently even though he was no longer horny.

"Jisung, no, 'm sensitive." Minho whined, clearly embarrassed over finishing only from giving Jisung pleasure.

"Do you not want me to?" Jisung asked teasingly while running his free hand through Minho's hair, already knowing the real answer.

"I-I didn't say that." Minho muttered.

Jisung chuckled and kissed Minho's head again.

"Then can I return the favor?" Jisung asked.

Minho wanted to grumble when he could literally hear the teasing smile in Jisung's voice, but he was way too tired to.

"Shut up!... Yes, please." Minho whispered gently, burying his face in Jisung's shoulder.

Jisung chuckled, helping Minho shift into a better position, where he could lay down cuddled into Jisung and relax, but still receive all the pleasure Jisung was about to give him.

Jisung started out gently, only rubbing his hand slowly up and down Minho's dick, using his cum as lube for better friction, soon pushing his pants down just enough to lure Minho's dick out of them so he could jack him off for real.

Minho moaned and whined into Jisung's neck. He was no longer letting out husky and dominant groans or 'manly' moans since the lust and hormones had settled down after his first orgasm. Now he was nothing but vulnerable, sensitive and too weak to hold his gentle moans and desperate whines.

Jisung couldn't help but love these sounds more than he did the previous ones. Of course, Minho sounded so fucking hot while panting and groaning into his neck, but gentle moans and needy whines made in Minho's naturally honey, gentle, soft voice absolutely stole the show.

"Aah, y-you're so good at t-this" Minho whined, curling his fingers into the pillow by Jisung's head.

"You're taking it so well." Jisung complimented, doing his very best to give Minho all the pleasure he could possibly muster up.

"Thank you." Minho whined in a small whisper-like voice, hiding away into Jisung's shoulder in hopes he wouldn't hear.

"You sound so pretty. 'look so pretty too. You're doing amazing." Jisung praised, finally catching on to that Minho must have a thing for praise in bed.

Minho moaned particularly loud, his whole body twitching in pleasure. He was getting close.

"Mmm, Jisungie, imma-ah." Minho whined

Jisung helped Minho through his orgasm, just like Minho had helped him. Jisung could see the stars in Minho's eyes as he came with his head falling backwards.

His eyes looked dazed and absent, and his body was shifting between going limp and tensing up.

Jisung kissed Minho's forehead while wrapping both arms around his neck, whispering praises into his hair about how well he had taken it, how pretty he looked, and how amazingly he had pleasured Jisung.

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Minho spooned Jisung in his bed, closing his eyes but not sleeping yet, simply resting his tired mind.

They had just finished a hot shower, in which they spent most the time just holding each other and kissing each other gently while both their hormone and adrenaline levels stabilized again, and their minds started functioning like normal.

Jisung's phone buzzed from where it laid in the far corner of Minho's bed, next to Minho's. Jisung grunted lazily while reaching for it, having to shift a few centimeters out of Minho's embrace to reach it.

Minho pulled him close once he had it, nibbling gently at Jisung's neck while watching the screen over his shoulder.

"My mom wants me home." Jisung tiredly muttered.

Minho huffed in disagreement, pulling Jisung even closer and rubbing his tummy. He muttered a gentle 'stay' between kisses.

Jisung hummed, not answering his mom yet. He locked his phone, pushing it back to his previous place. Minho kept nibbling at his neck, for sure adding to the countless marks he had left there earlier. Jisung sighed in content, reaching one of his hands back and tangling it into Minho's hair to caress it while tilting his head to give Minho better access.

A phone started buzzing repeatedly from the corner of the mattress, making Jisung sigh while reaching for it, expecting his mom to have become impatient.

To his surprise, when lit up the screen, it wasn't his phone, but Minho's, and even more surprising, it showed a picture of a teenage-girl's boobs.

"Wha-"

Minho opened his eyes to look at what had startled Jisung. He grunted and sighed, gently grabbing his phone from Jisung's hand and unlocking it.

Jisung watched as Minho opened the notification, ending up in his insta dms while doing so. Jisung could see a very one-sided chat where the presumably girl was the one to send all the messages, and Minho actively ignored them all. Minho casually muted the chat before locking his phone again and putting it away.

"Who's that?" Jisung muttered.

" 'classmate. She's been trying to get my attention ever since she transferred." Minho tiredly answered.

"Oh... Does she send you nudes a lot?" Jisung asked, trying not to come off a jealous.

"Occasionally... She's done worse though, like kissing me at parties, trying to feel up my body or 'accidentally' touching my dick and stuff." Minho muttered, pulling Jisung closer and tightening his grip on him.

"That's fucked up. You should report her!" Jisung told, gentle but still stirn.

Minho nuzzled into his neck with a smile, kissing it gently.

"I will if she continues."

Jisung only hummed, caressing Minho's arms around his stomach. Minho moved one of his hands, intertwining their fingers gently.

Jisung's phone buzzed again. The latter looked at it, sighing gently.

"I think I gotta go home." He muttered.

Minho grunted in disagreement but answered a small 'fine' anyways, starting to get up.

"I'll drive you." Minho offered, to which Jisung smiled and nodded gratefully.

The two walked downstairs and got into the car, wearing the oversized clothes Minho had found for them from his closet after their shower.

The ride to Jisung's place was quiet except for the occasional instruction from Jisung and the gentle hum of the motor. Minho's hand rested on Jisung's thigh, rubbing it occasionally.

The car parked outside Jisung family home. They could see shadows moving in the living room, behind the closed curtains, as well as see the smoke stand up from the chimney.

His house was very 'homey' compared to Minho's fancy, mansion-like house.

"This is me." Jisung gently said, looking over at the other.

Minho smiled gently, sighing. He clearly didn't want to leave Jisung's side after what they'd done. Jisung found it particularly adorable and endearing how attached and dependent Minho was to him after sex. It was usually the other way around - the bottom needed babying and the top was good to go after a quick shower - but Minho was by no means a normal top. Jisung adored that about him.

"Unless you wanna come inside? We're having a small family birthday party today since I was away yesterday. I'm sure they wouldn't mind." Jisung offered.

Minho smiled and shook his head with a small pout.

"I really should get home too, I'm attending one of my parent's fancy business dinners tonight. But thank you for offering." Minho denied, tone trying to stay positive despite how sad he looked to leave Jisung's side.

Jisung nodded and sighed. This was their parting for the day, it seemed.

"Thank you for today." Jisung muttered, doing everything he could to stall.

He felt terrible to have to leave Minho so quickly after sex. The older wasn't yet mentally ready for the separation at all.

"You too. I really enjoyed it." Minho muttered, leaning in and kissing Jisung gently.

Jisung grabbed both Minho's cheeks, caressing them while kissing him back as softly and with as much care as he could.

"Me too." Jisung whispered between kisses.

They kissed a few more times before separating, knowing they'd have to part ways now.

Jisung sighed and reached out to open his door, giving Minho one last, lingering kiss on the lips before finally leaving the vehicle.

"Drive home safe. And text when you get home, ok?" Jisung asked, standing in the doorway of Minho's car.

Minho nodded, looked at Jisung in such longing Jisung could've sworn he saw his eyes shake.

"I'll call you tonight, ok?" Jisung smiled apologetically.

Minho only nodded again, smiling gently.

Jisung hesitantly closed the car door, waving unsurely at Minho before stepping away from his car.

Minho waited until Jisung had reached his front door, waving back at him when Jisung gave him one last goodbye-wave from the doorway before slipping inside.