Maybe it was the way he couldn't help but steal glances at every other boy in the locker room, maybe it was the way his eyes always lingered on the waistband of his friends' boxers when they stretched, or maybe it was how he often found himself staring after every particularly cute guy in the hallway. Either way, it was safe to say Lee Minho was royally confused.

He loved his girlfriend. At least he thought he did... He was pretty sure he did. It had to be love, right? They had been together forever, since they were only 12. It couldn't be anything else. So yes, he had to love her.

She had been by his side through thick and thin. She comforted him when his parents split up, gave him his first kiss after he scored the winning goal in the soccer tournament in 10th grade, and took his virginity in the most romantic and loving way Minho could ever imagine.

Minho had always been certain he'd end up marrying her, he could picture them spending every second of every day together, for the rest of their lives.

But now... Something had changed.

Her sickeningly sweet perfume made his nose scrunch up. Her long hair couldn't have annoyed him more, and her increasingly curved body made him grimace internally - which was absolutely absurd, she had one of the best bodies Minho had ever seen. Not too little, not too much, perfectly in between, with beautiful love-handles on either side of her hips and enough muscle to beat any guy in a fight (especially Hwang Hyunjin).

Minho felt guilty to say the least. He'd never even considered that he could be anything but straight, but watching Chan hold Hyunjin's waist gently from across the table, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while tucking his hair back, it made his chest bubble with something completely new.

Was it desire? Jealousy?

He knew he wasn't disgusted by their relationship, far from it. He had been the one to help Chan confess and ask Hyunjin out after all. It was the sweetest proposal Minho had ever seen. So sweet he almost wished it could be him on the receiving end instead.

Don't get me wrong, he was by no means interested in neither Chan nor Hyunjin. Sure, they were of the most handsome guys he'd ever laid eyes on, both solid 10s, and he more often than not sat back and simply enjoyed the sight of their gorgeous features when they were preoccupied with each other. But he was absolutely not interested in them. They were like his brothers.

They had always been his brothers, just like she had always been his girlfriend. He loved them like he loved her. Or, no, he had to love her different, right? She was his girlfriend after all. So he loved them like brothers, and her like a girlfriend. Right?

---

"Alright, I gotta get going. Text me later with the deets for the date? Bye guys, bye Min." She chippered, pecking Minho's cheek before bouncing away with her beautiful homemade bag over her shoulder.

"Bye." Minho muttered, the other two too preoccupied to even notice.

Minho's gaze fell to the table once again, his thoughts racing.

"What should we watch this weekend?" Chan asked the two.

"The new avengers movie?" Hyunjin suggested.

Chan shrugged and nodded.

"Sure, I'm back from work around 4, so if you guys can be there around 5 or 6 we probably have enough time for both food, a movie and some video games." Chan suggested.

Hyunjin nodded along.

Chan pecked his cheek with a smile before turning to Minho.

"What do you think, Min?" He asked.

Minho snapped his eyes up, looking between them in question.

Hyunjin chuckled gently, shaking his head in amusement.

"Avengers at my place this Saturday at 6?" Chan repeated.

Minho nodded, absent-minded.

Chan and Hyunjin glanced at each other, sharing the same knowing look.

"You ok there, Min?" Hyunjin gently asked.

Minho used a few seconds to process it before finally answering.

"Yea, I'm good. Why?"

"You look like you got a lot on your mind." Chan gently said, glancing down to Minho's bouncing leg.

"No, I'm fine. Really!" Minho insisted quickly.

"Did you and Mira fight? It's nothing to be ashamed of, fights are normal in every relationship. They're necessary for you to grow and develop together. They help you learn new things about each other. If you fight you can always come to us, you know that, right? We love you Min, and we wanna help you ease your mind-"

"I think I might be gay!" Minho cut in, deciding to just rip the band-aid.

Chan and Hyunjin both choked on whatever they had in their mouth.

"Oh, uh, that's- wow. H-Why, what makes you think so?" Chan asked, wiping saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know... My mind is a total mess right now." Minho whined, burying his face in his palms.

"What about Mira? I thought you guys were in love!" Hyunjin asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I don't know, I just-AAAH! Everything is so messed up. Mira just doesn't do anything for me anymore, and I don't feel the same attraction to her since she got more feminine and curvy. I-I can't help but look at every cute guy I see, and imagine if I was with them instead of her. I imagine kissing boys when I kiss her, and I-I had a wet dream about Tom Holland the other night, I just.... Everything is a total mess!" Minho hotly exclaimed messing up his hair with his expressive gestures.

Chan and Hyunjin shared looks yet again, staying silent for a while to process.

Minho gnawed nervously at his lip. He knew they wouldn't judge him, they were way too open and accepting for that, but this was his first time expressing his sexuality out loud to anyone and it was nerve wrecking.

"You know, there's this guy in my English class - Han - He's openly gay. He's pretty sweet and really attractive. He helped me figure out my sexuality by letting me experiment with him - no feelings involved. I'm sure he'd be up to help you too if you asked." Hyunjin gently said after a minute, taking Minho's hand over the table to make it stop shaking.

Minho looked up with hopeful eyes.

"Really?... I mean, is he cute?" Minho nervously asked.

"He's really cute! You know Brian from bio?"

Minho hummed immediately, imagining his handsome senior. He was absolutely attractive in Minho's eyes.

"He looks a bit like Brian, but his eyes are bigger and prettier, and he's way more fit. He switches too, so if you wanna experiment with submitting he's perfect."

Minho imagined what he could look like. The image was absolutely attractive, he'd be way down for experimenting with Han.

"A-Alright. Do you have his number or anything?" Minho asked, his cheeks already burning red.

"No, sorry, not since I changed phones last year. But I can talk to him for you? Or do you wanna do it yourself?" Hyunjin offered.

"N-No i'll do it myself! If you can just like, point him out for me or something." Minho insisted.

Hyunjin nodded.

"Of course. He's usually at his locker around this time if you wanna go look for him?" Hyunjin offered.

Minho nodded quickly, standing up and grabbing his bag.

Chan quickly reached over, grabbing Minho's hand.

"Min, I get that this is very exciting and new for you, but don't forget that you have a girlfriend. Talk to her about it before you go mess around behind her back, Mira doesn't deserve that." Chan strictly told.

Minho nodded slowly, gulping. He knew Mira would understand, she was just like that. Accepting and loving toward everyone, even on her own accord.

"Of course. I'll talk to her before I let anything happen." Minho smiled gently.

---

Minho rubbed his palms against his thighs, watching the group of juniors chat by the lockers of the deserted hallway. He couldn't make out any faces yet, but they strangely all ticked off the gaydar he never knew he had.

"That's Han right there, blonde with a blue shirt." Hyunjin pointed subtly at the latter, trying not to make it obvious that they were staring.

Minho nodded, feeling Hyunjin rub his shoulder. He pushed off the locker, drawing a deep breath before starting to walk over to them slowly.

They didn't even notice him, too busy being loud and chaotic together.

"Uh, excuse me... H-Han?" Minho gently said, clearing his throat when his voice cracked.

They all froze and silenced down, turning to Minho.

Damn, he was now even more certain he was gay. They were all breathtaking. He would've jumped on the opportunity to experiment with them all, hadn't it been for the way everyone but Han had a body part wrapped around someone else, clearly claiming them as theirs.

"Yea?" He answered, a sweet smile showing on his lips as he tilted his head to the side adorably.

Damn, was Hyunjin right. Both at how he looked a lot like Brian, and at how he was so fucking gorgeous, Minho could probably confirm his sexuality on the spot just by looking at him.

"I, uh- sorry, I don't.. I don't know how, uh... My friend Hyunjin- uh Hwang Hyunjin, he uh said I should, I mean that you might, uh-" Minho fumbled over his words, trying to find the least intrusive and insensitive way of asking for sexual favors from a complete stranger.

"Oh, is it about...?"​ Han quickly caught on.

"Yes!" Minho nodded, twisting his finger together nervously.

"Alright, but just to be completely sure, it's about" Jisung took a look around to check for listeners, for the obviously nervous guy's sake "It's about experimenting with attraction and Sex with a guy, right?"

Minho bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from whining in embarrassment, instead just nodding stiffly.

Jisung grabbed his phone, fumbling with it before handing it to Minho, obviously a gesture of asking for his number.

"Alright, just so you know I usually take the guy on a mock date first, both for the experience but also because I like to have a really in depth conversation about how and what to do after. Usually having the conversation over dinner deescalates the situation a lot, in my experience."

Wow, how many guys had he done this for, to have a whole routine for it already.

Minho nodded awkwardly, handing the phone back with his contact in.

"Does that sound alright?" Jisung asked.

Minho nodded quietly again, feeling way too exposed to actually talk.

"Great, I'll text you later when I know when I'm free. Also would you prefer going to yours or mine? And just so we're clear, this is a strictly no strings thing, I don't do situationships or open relationships or third party relationships or anything. You aren't dating are you?"

"Y-your's is fine, and uh, I actually, um I'm actually dating,,,​ I have a girlfriend." Minho shamefully told.

Jisung's face twisted into a grimace. He must've had bad experience with it.

"Then I'm sorry, but-"

"No! No, I'll talk to her. It'll be fine, it won't affect you, I swear! I swear, she's really cool and supportive like that!" Minho quickly insisted.

Jisung looked unsure, but agreed with a sigh either way.

"Alright, but I'll only do it if she's really ok with it! If she's not, I'm sorry but it's not happening."

A man of principle, attractive.

"Yes, of course. But I swear, she'll be cool with it! She will!" Minho kept insisting.

Jisung chuckled at how cute and desperate Minho looked to finally explore his gay sides.

"Let's hope." Jisung smiled, waving goodbye as Minho turned around and started speed walking back to his Friends.

Minho scurried through the hallways, barely staying on his feet as he tore around the corners, to finally throw himself down back at the lunch table in the cafeteria, moaning dramatically and elongated into his palms.

Chan and Hyunjin shared a look of amusement.

"How'd it go?" Hyunjin casually asked.

Minho only moaned dramatically again, trying to communicate his misery without words.

"You ok?" Chan chuckled.

"I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life." Minho whined, rolling his head around on the table restlessly.

Hyunjin snorted out a little laugh while Chan giggled at his dramatic friend.

"It was worth it, though, right? He's cute!" Hyunjin encouraged.

"He's fucking GORGEOUS!"

---

Minho sat nervously at a table in the comfortable restaurant they'd agreed on meeting in, looking around himself like a maniac, checking himself in the reflection of his phone every 5 seconds.

It was exactly a week since the most embarrassing conversation of his life had taken place, and 5 days since he'd gotten the all clear from his all too sweet girlfriend to go forth with the experiment.

The conversation had gone exactly how Minho anticipated it, with Mira being her supportive, loving, sacrificial self, and Minho bursting out sobbing from the guilt and shame of asking for what he did.

Minho noticed Jisung as soon as he walked in the door - it'd be hard not to considering he hadn't let his eyes leave the door for more than a second since he sat down, 20 minutes early at that.

The hostess showed Jisung to their table, which they'd in advance requested to be in a private corner of the venue not to traumatize other guests.

Jisung bowed and thanked her, before turning to Minho with a gentle smile. The older hurried out of his seat, pulling out a chair for Jisung like a proper gentleman.

"Hi, nice to see you again, have you been waiting long?" Jisung asked, casually pecking Minho's cheek as a greeting before taking his offered seat.

Minho completely malfunctioned, just barely managing to place his butt on the cushioned chair, almost falling off but luckily catching himself.

"Hi, I've-sorry, what? I've been here -fine- thanks..." Minho stumbled across his sentence, freezing for a second as he processed what he just said.

Minho's cheeks burned bright red, and his hand subconsciously lifted to touch the cheek Jisung had kissed, finally registering that it had actually, for real, happened.

The look on Minho's flushed face, made Jisung laugh lightly, laying his hands on top of Minho's other hand, stroking it to calm him.

"I hope the kiss was alright with you, this is a date after all, isn't it? Also considering what we have on the itinerary for later, I figured it'd be suitable." Jisung joked.

Minho quickly nodded, glancing down to their joined hands at the table.

"Yeah, sorry, I-yeah, no, yeah it was f-fine! Sorry I'm just a bit..." Minho grimaced at his own awkwardness.

"Nervous?" Jisung gently asked.

Minho nodded, barely meeting Jisung's eyes before gluing his eyes back onto their hands.

"That's totally normal. A lot of the guys are, especially the ones that have never been with a guy. I'm guessing you haven't?"

"Never." Minho smiled awkwardly.

"That's alright, your nerves are very normal and very justified. But since you're feeling a bit on edge, why don't we take it slow, hm? Let's just get some food and chat - treat me like one of your friends, not a hookup. Let's just get to know each other a bit, yea?" Jisung sweetly suggested.

Minho nodded, smiling gratefully at the younger. He sure was mature for his age.

And Jisung stayed true to his words. The first hour at the restaurant was spent chatting and laughing, slowly eating their delicious food in between spurs of excited conversation and jokes.

It wasn't until the waitress had come and collected their empty plates and taken their cocktail orders, that Jisung started venturing into enemy territory - at least it felt that way for Minho.

"Alright, I hate to break the atmosphere, but we should really address the elephant in the room, yea?" Jisung gently said, accepting his peach cocktail from the waitress.

Minho kept his eyes on his blue cocktail, nodding shyly for Jisung to continue.

"Alright, so firstly, did you get tested like I asked?" Jisung asked, not an ounce of judgement in his tone.

"I did. All clean." Minho quickly nodded.

"Great. I am too, of course." Jisung chuckled.

"And your girlfriend is on board with this, right?"

"Absolutely, 100%, she even offered to FaceTime if you needed more reassurance." Minho chuckled.

Jisung laughed along gently.

"That's great, then. I trust you."

Minho nodded, still stirring his drink shyly.

"How far have you gone previously, in terms of Sex?" Jisung casually asked, sipping his drink.

"I-I guess like just normal, penetrative straight Sex?" Minho shrugged, not sure how to word it.

Jisung nodded.

"Good, and how about in terms of gay Sex?"

Minho choked slightly.

"Uh, nothing really, I've had my girlfriend basically since childhood, you know, so I've never had any gay relationships."

"Mhmm, so nothing, not even kissing?" Jisung asked.

Minho quickly shook his head.

"Nothing beyond the occasional drunk, platonic cheek kiss with my friends, I would never go behind my girlfriend's back like that."

Jisung nodded again with a smile.

"Alright. Do you have any expectations of how far you want to go tonight?"

"I've thought about it, a lot-" Minho admitted shyly.

"-i think a part of me wants to go... all the way, and... experience everything so I can make a more informed conclusion, if you understand...-"

Jisung nodded attentively.

"-But there's a part of me that's... Really really nervous and that I feel like is holding me back, you know? Scared that I might find out I aren't into guys and that going all the way would have been even more 'cheating' on my girlfriend than just a kiss or a more 'innocent' experience... "

"I understand, and that's a very normal and valid fear to have, you're not the first to tell me that." Jisung smiled reassuringly.

Minho avoided eye contact beyond single glances here and there.

"You need to know, that with me, there are absolutely no obligations, alright? I don't expect or demand Sex from you tonight, this is about you and your identity, and you are entirely in charge of what does and doesn't happen. You set the boundaries exactly where you want them, and I'll respect them regardless - granted you do the same for me." Jisung informed.

"You have boundaries too?" Minho asked, getting nervous.

Jisung nodded.

"Of course I do." He smiled warmly.

"oh, what are they, if I can ask?" Minho nervously asked, scared he'd gotten ahead of himself with his expectations and fantasies about tonight.

"Of course you can, I would've told you them even if you didn't ask. I don't like to be handled roughly or degraded in any way, and likewise I'm not comfortable throwing you around and degrading or handling you roughly. I'm very much a passionate and loving Sex kind of guy, not a bondage and painful sex kind of guy. I expect you to immediately drop everything if I tell you to stop or tap out at any point, just like how I'll drop everything if you tell me to."

Minho breathed out subtly, nodding in understanding.

"Alright, that sounds good, I'm not a bdsm kind of guy either - to my knowledge."

Jisung smiled at that.

"Alright. So from what I'm getting, would you be most comfortable if I took a bit of the lead to get us started later, and kind of take it one step at a time, until you set a boundary? If we don't set a limit now, we can kind of ease our way down the road later and stop wherever you decide in the moment, does that sound alright? "

"That sounds perfect, thanks." Minho smiled gratefully.

"Good. So I'll be taking a bit of the lead and the initiative, but would you like me to top or bottom?"

Minho blinked stupidly into the air. He'd heard about that before, he knew Chan was a top and Hyunjin a bottom, because supposedly a gay relationship needed one of each, but what that actually meant was far beyond his poor comprehension.

"Sorry, what-what does that mean?" Minho regretfully asked.

"No worries, uh, how to word this nicely... -" Jisung chuckled, glancing around to see how crowded it was in there.

"-It means, would you like that you... Penetrate me in the behind, or that I Penetrate you in the behind - if we do get that far?" Jisung quieted down a bit not to traumatize the family a few tables over.

Minho's eyes widened.

"Oh! I-uh-I would definitely not want to be... Yeah... I've never been..." Minho choked on his cocktail, not managing to finish his sentence.

"Alright, so if I got that right, you would like to Penetrate me?" Jisung chuckled.

Minho nodded shamefully.

"Alright, so that means you are the top, and I'm the bottom."

Minho nodded again, gulping down the rest of his cocktail in hopes that it'd cool down his burning cheeks.

"Great. Lastly, before we go, do you have any immediate boundaries? Regarding stuff like hand holding, kissing, making out, oral stuff...?" Jisung finished his drink as well.

"Uh, no, not really... I guess everything is kinda alright, If you just, uh, ease into it, I guess?"

Jisung nodded, gathering his stuff and gesturing Minho along so they could leave, of course after Minho picked up the bill as a thank you to Jisung for going through this trouble and mess for him.

The two stepped out onto the dimly lit streets, pulling their coats tighter around themselves. Jisung offered Minho his hand with a smile, which he gingerly took, suppressing a smile.

The walk back to Jisung's apartment was quiet, only filled by the occasional comment about a particularly beautiful building or tree or flower.

Jisung let Minho into his apartment before himself, helping him with his coat.

"Are you ready to get right into it? Or would you like to wash up a bit first?" Jisung asked, although he already knew the answer.

"If I could have a minute..?" Minho shyly requested.

"Of course, the kitchen is right over there, the bathroom through there and my bedroom at the very end of this hallway. Just join me whenever you feel ready." Jisung smiled, giving Minho's shoulder a reassuring rub before walking down the hallway to his bedroom.

Minho went into the bathroom, firstly splashing some cold water on his face, then checking that he looked alright - aside from his raging blush - and then giving himself a quiet peptalk In the mirror before venturing out to find Jisung's bedroom.

He gently pushed the door open, seeing Jisung sat in the edge of a comfortable looking bed, placing what looked like a few different types of condoms and some kind of bottle on the nightstand.

Jisung turned to him, smiling gently. He stood up, slowly walking over to Minho as the older looked around the room quickly.

Jisung had dimmed the lights in the room, pulled the curtains shut, lit a couple fake candles on his dresser and set some slow music to play lowly in the background.

"Ready?" Jisung gently asked, taking both of Minho's hands in his.

Minho nodded shakily.

"Alright, there are condoms and lube on the nightstand, I already prepped before dinner just in case-"

Prepped? Minho didn't even know what that meant...

"-you can touch me and undress me and kiss me however you'd like tonight, as long as you're gentle and listen to my boundaries. And remember that everything we do is under your control tonight. You can push me away or tell me to stop whenever you need, even just for a little break, and we go only as far as you're comfortable with tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah." Minho muttered, drawing another shaky breath.

Jisung smiled and nodded.

"Ready?"

Jisung gently pulled Minho's hands to his own hips, leaving them there as he stepped closer and laid his arms over Minho's shoulders.

The height difference between them felt perfect to Minho, already giving him more butterflies than he'd gotten in the past couple years.

"Ready." Minho confirmed.

Jisung smiled, tilting his head slightly as he brushed one hand into Minho's hair gently, caressing him.

Jisung's hand stroked through his hair, venturing down to the back of his neck where he caressed lightly, giving Minho goosebumps and shivers.

"You're really beautiful, you know that?... Like an angel." Jisung lowly muttered.

He traced his free hand gently over Minho's jaw, then up to his cheekbone, and finally down to and over his lips - his eyes following his hand wherever it ventured.

Minho's hands shook against the waistband of Jisung's pants, subconsciously clutching the belt loops between his fingers.

His breath was shallow and his eyes all over Jisung's face, taking in every feature a million times. The tightness in his chest was something he'd never experienced before, almost enough to leave him breathless.

Jisung's eyes met Minho's again, his hands now in Minho's hair and cupping his jaw.

Jisung pushed himself up, gently laying a kiss on Minho's cheek. He pulled back just enough to see that Minho looked fine so far before moving back to kiss along his jaw, pushing his body closer to Minho's so their stomachs brushed against each other.

An increasing urge to feel Jisung's lips on his stirred up in Minho, but his hands shook too bad for him to move them or pull Jisung any closer.

Minho tried speaking, but it came out as nothing more than a breathy hum.

Jisung pulled back at once, making eye contact with Minho while caressing his head with the hand already in his hair.

"Hm?" He lowly hummed, his big sparkly eyes meeting Minho's.

Minho was hesitant to speak, but figured this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he could always just never interact with Jisung again if he felt too embarrassed, so he decided to swallow his pride and force out the words, through a shaky tongue.

"K-Kiss me - please." He quietly pleaded, not letting his eyes leave Jisung's.

The younger smiled sweetly, dragging his hand out of Minho's hair and down to the other side of his jaw.

"Of course." Jisung breathed.

He pushed up, pulling Minho the slightest bit closer by his jaw before gently pecking his lips, just briefly and just once.

He pulled back a bit, peaking through his eyelashes to look for a reaction. Minho stood frozen with his eyes gently shut, his lips barely parted and his cheeks a hue of red Jisung had never seen on human skin before.

Seeing no sign of discomfort, Jisung leaned back in, pecking Minho's lips a couple more times, each kiss a bit longer than the last.

Finally, Jisung let his lips stay on Minho's, hearing his partner sigh gently against him, pulling him the slightest bit closer. Jisung laid his arms over Minho's neck, intertwining them behind him, as he tilted his head a bit to the right.

Minho mirrored him perfectly, probably subconsciously parting his lips to initiate a proper kiss.

Jisung cheered internally feeling Minho relax into his body, his hands finally stilling against his hips and his body untensing.

The kiss stayed innocent for a while, just slow and gentle kisses, but it evoked a reaction Minho had never felt from a simple kiss. He'd never enjoyed a kiss to the point of breathlessness in his life before yet here Han Jisung was, pulling the oxygen from his lungs and thoughts from his brain all too effortlessly.

They parted for a second to catch their breath, and so Jisung could turn them around, before Jisung's lips were once again moving against Minho's as he gently guided Minho backwards towards his awaiting bed.

Once Minho's knees hit the bed frame, Jisung broke the kiss, guiding Minho to sit down on the edge of the bed, all while looking into his eyes with his own sparkling doe eyes.

Jisung followed close after, sliding himself onto Minho's lap gently, straddling him with one leg on each side of the older.

"Is this alright?" Jisung whispered, laying his arms back over Minho's shoulders.

"Very." Minho breathed.

Jisung pecked Minho's lips gently a couple more times before leaning back again, keeping eye contact as he pulled his arms back and started slowly buttoning down his own shirt.

Minho's eyes flickered between Jisung's eyes and hands, anything but shaking in anticipation.

Finally Jisung opened the last button, but he let his shirt hang loosely from his shoulders as he reached back for Minho.

He leaned forward, kissing Minho deeper than he had yet, making his head spin in the best way. Minho could've swore he was in heaven, even more so when Jisung messily whispered 'touch me' into his mouth between kisses, before going back to kissing him passionately.

Figuring he'd finally grow some balls, Minho hesitantly laid his hands on Jisung's thighs, fiddling with his fingers while he gathered the courage to move them upwards a second later.

Jisung sighed gently against his lips, nipping gently at Minho's bottom lip before kissing him again.

Jisung's subtle reaction gave Minho the courage he needed to slide his hands gently up to Jisung's stomach, exploring the feeling of a male body against his in an intimate setting, for the first time in his life.

His fingers traced the faint outline of Jisung's abdominal muscles, snaking around his waist to caress his lower back. Each second of exploring Jisung's body fueled him with confidence to keep going, pushing him to take initiative to run his hands up Jisung's ribs, and over to his pecs.

They felt smaller in his hands than his girlfriends boobs - obviously - but he strangely liked that about them. Jisung's nipples were also smaller than he'd expected, a turn on he never thought he'd to have.

Figuring he'd throw caution to the wind, Minho opened his mouth a bit wider, daring his tongue onto Jisung's lips to ask for entry.

Jisung hummed lowly, pushing his body closer to Minho's as he opened his mouth for Minho. He moved his arms down from Minho's neck, slowly caressing them over his shoulders and down to his biceps.

Minho pushed his hands further up, grazing them over Jisung's collarbones and neck before moving them out to his shoulders. Jisung pulled his hands back, helping Minho pull his shirt down his arms and entirely off his body.

Once entirely shirtless, Jisung's pulled out from their kiss, looking over Minho's face to observe him and let Minho take it in. The latter couldn't stop his eyes from raking over Jisung's shirtless upper body, lips slightly agape as he held Jisung's sides in his hands.

His right hand lifted to trace over the little inked letters on Jisung's ribs. He couldn't make out the text from his angle, and because cursive had never been his strongest suit, but it didn't stop his breath from shuddering. Everything about Jisung was just so incredibly "Gorgeous."

Jisung something between smiled and smirked, shuffling further up Minho's lap and leaning into his ear to whisper 'thank you' before gently kissing his neck right below his ear.

Minho let out a heavy breath into Jisung's ear, feeling goosebumps travel over his upper body.

Jisung worked his way down Minho's neck, kissing it gently and with slight tongue.

He reached down to his own lap, pulling back to look Minho in the eyes as he undid his own belt, pulling it off and leaving it laying carelessly beside the bed.

Minho bit his lip to keep from moaning, pulling Jisung even tighter against his body.

Jisung glanced down to Minho's lap, gently slipping his fingers up Minho's sweater.

"Can I take it off?" He lowly asked, meeting Minho's eyes.

Minho nodded quickly, helping Jisung shrug his sweater off before throwing that too onto the floor.

Jisung's eyes traveled down Minho's body, his hands gently brushing against Minho's stomach and Ribs.

He glanced back up, feeling Minho's eyes on his face, probably to watch his reaction.

"Sexy." Jisung smirked, stroking his hands up Minho's body to his neck, before leaning back in to kiss down Minho's neck and shoulders.

Minho hummed and sighed lowly, pulling Jisung's body flush against his own. He wasn't sure if the heartbeat he could feel on his chest was his own or Jisung's - probably his own from how fast it was.

Minho peeked his eyes open, catching eye of the mirror placed strategically right in front of him, showcasing Jisung's back and everything he was doing to him.

He watched with half lidded eyes as Jisung's head moved up the side of his neck - simultaneously feeling Jisung's lips and teeth on his skin.

He watched as his own hands slid up and down Jisung's back, Jisung's arms, Jisung's hips and all the way down to Jisung's thighs - and God, was it sexy.

Jisung moved his lips to Minho's jaw, getting slightly more powerful with his kisses, and his hands pressed Minho closer to his body.

Minho moaned gently, closing his eyes back up.

"I like that." Minho muttered, not even registering his own words properly.

"I know." Jisung mumbled against his neck.

Minho furrowed his eyebrows slightly, humming in question to Jisung's statement.

Minho could feel Jisung smile against his neck, before something - Jisung's hips - suddenly pushed gently into his crotch, making him moan into Jisung's ear in surprise.

Just now did Minho realize his erection struggling in his underwear.

"O-Oh, aaaah..." Minho whispered unsurely, blushing red once again.

Jisung's noticed his sudden change of confidence, making him pull back to look Minho in the eyes.

"Don't worry, it's sexy. You're sexy." Jisung reassured as if he could read Minho's mind.

While maintaining eye contact, Jisung gently grabbed Minho's hand from his thigh, guiding it over to his own crotch and pushing it to feel it.

Minho's jaw fell open realizing Jisung was in fact also hard. Maybe not as bad as Minho, but definitely also hard.

Jisung suddenly slid off Minho lap, leaving his lap feeling cold and empty.

The latter looked at Jisung unsurely, not sure if he should follow.

Jisung stood confidently in front of Minho, slowly buttoning down his own pants and then sliding them down his legs.

In Minho's opinion, Jisung pulled off the black Calvin Klein boxers a million times better than Chan, but then again, he might've been slightly clouded by testosterone in the moment.

Jisung stayed on display in front of Minho's wide eyes for a couple seconds before he walked up to Minho, slipping past him and instead laying down against the headboard of his bed.

Minho turned like a puppy to follow Jisung's gorgeous body with his longing eyes, not even noticing the drop of drool running down the side of his lips.

Jisung gestured Minho over with his eyes, chuckling lightly when Minho jumped up and turned around, sitting down by Jisung's waist beside him in the bed. Minho's eyes were still raking over Jisung's body, always for some reason finding their way back to Jisung's v-line and the outline of the obvious tent in Jisung's boxers.

"You can touch me, you know." Jisung lightly said, laying his hand on Minho's leg to encourage him.

Minho looked up to meet Jisung's soft, half lidded eyes.

"Can I? E-even..." Minho trailed off.

Jisung nodded quickly.

"Wherever you want."

Minho laid his hands back onto Jisung's stomach, tracing his v-line and over the waistband of his boxers. He unsurely moved a hand down to the tent in Jisung's boxers, cupping it lightly.

He felt Jisung's dick twitch against his hand as Jisung drew a shaky breath, his hand caressing Minho's thigh up and down.

Minho glanced up to Jisung prying eyes, watching for resistance as he slowly pulled Jisung's boxers down his hips. Jisung didn't look anything even resembling uncomfortable, if anything Minho was convinced Jisung might pounce him any minute from the pure want in his eyes.

Jisung carefully lifted his hips, helping Minho slide his boxers over his ass and down his legs. He let Minho sit back and observe for a minute, expecting this to be the first time he'd seen another man's erection so bluntly on display for him.

Minho felt butterflies in his stomach watching Jisung's erection twitch against the cold air, feeling kind of prideful knowing he had been the one to cause that.

Minho glanced up to Jisung's eyes, silently communicating a question, to which Jisung nodded, smiled and gestured his head for Minho to go on.

Slowly, Minho wrapped his hand around Jisung's dick. It felt unexpectedly warm in his palm, and he could feel the big vein in the side of it pulsing under his fingertips. Jisung shuddered quietly, but stayed laying perfectly still to let Minho go at his own pace.

Hesitantly Minho moved his hand up the length of it. It didn't feel at all like he had imagined, he expected it to feel like it felt to touch his own dick, but this was something completely else and foreign. It felt kind of weird, the way the loose skin stretched slowly up and down staying still in his hand.

The expression on Minho's face must've given away how foreign and weird it felt to him, because Jisung pulled Minho out of his head by reaching the bottle from the nightstand out for him.

"Here. Use this." Jisung muttered, clearly fighting back a moan.

Minho stopped moving his hand, just looking at the bottle for a second.

"W-What's that?" Minho gently asked.

"Lube." Jisung answered with a lopsided smile.

Minho's eyes must've given away that he still had no idea what to do with it, because Jisung chuckled breathily at him.

"Lubricant... It makes you glide easier..."

Minho blinked dumbly at the bottle, eyes flickering up to Jisung's amused face.

"uh..." Minho quietly hummed, still not entirely sure what to do.

"Here." Jisung instructed, taking Minho's hand and facing the palm up so he could squeeze some lube into his hand.

It felt cold in Minho's palm.

Jisung put the bottle of lube back.

"Try again." He sweetly suggested.

Minho nodded, his cheeks still a bit flushed from how amateurish he felt. Almost like he was a Virgin once again.

He reached back down, clumsily wrapping his hand back around Jisung's dick, keeping it motionless at the base.

Jisung breathed out another chuckle, finding it endearing how unsure and inexperienced Minho was with gay sex. He reached down, wrapping his own hand around Minho's fist, slowly guiding it up and down his dick.

Jisung swallowed back a moan through gritted teeth as he helped Minho flick his wrist around him, better spreading the lube.

Once he'd built up a good pace for Minho, he gently pulled his hand back, letting Minho get familiar with the feeling.

It sure felt a lot better for the both of them. It was almost amazing to Minho how much better it felt in his hands to masturbate a dick with lube instead of raw - he made sure to make a note to buy it to use on himself in the future.

Jisung laid back with one hand under his head the other still on Minho's thigh, watching Minho work his dick like an awestruck fool. He made sure to let his breathless moans roam the room freely, knowing it'd only help Minho's confidence.

Minho watched closely as the dick moved with his hand, the lube making his hand glide up and down it effortlessly. He'd never been particularly attracted to penises before, but watching Jisung's dick stretch and bend with his hand as he masturbated him, glistening under the dim lights from all the lube, and not to mention the wet sounds Minho's hand made as he flicked his wrist around it - it was enough to make Minho's own dick pulse and twitch in his pants.

Jisung suddenly sat up, grabbing Minho's face in his hand and giving his lips and deep kiss.

"Enjoying yourself?" He teased.

Minho blushed and dumbly nodded his head, still not letting go of Jisung's dick.

"Good." Jisung whispered, pecking Minho's lips a couple more times.

"Do you wanna undress too?" Jisung gently asked, pulling back to look Minho in the eyes.

Minho blinked a couple times, as if finally realizing he was probably supposed to be getting pleasure too. He nodded quickly, shuffling off the bed and standing up to undo his pants.

Jisung followed him to the edge of the bed, grabbing his hands to stop him. Minho looked down, meeting Jisung's beautiful doe eyes. He was sure he'd be having wet dreams about those eyes for months after this.

"Let me?" Jisung asked, pushing Minho's hands off his pants zipper and grabbing it himself.

Minho nodded again, watching in amazement as Jisung slowly pulled down his fly, then gently pushed his jeans over his hips and down his legs.

Jisung's hands stayed on his thighs, gently caressing them. He glanced up, meeting Minho's eyes.

"Your thighs... You play soccer?" Jisung lowly asked.

Minho shook his head in a daze.

"Dance."

Jisung left a kiss against Minho's v-line.

"Sexy." He whispered, gently grabbing Minho's boxers and slowly moving them down - giving Minho more than enough time to stop him.

Goosebumps traveled across Minho's whole body as his dick finally hit the cold air. Jisung pushed his boxers all the way down Minho legs before moving his hands back up, feeling up his thighs.

He glanced up to Minho's dazed face while reached for the lube again.

"Can I touch you?" Jisung gently asked, holding the lube visible to Minho as he glanced down, nodding quickly and desperately.

Jisung smiled to himself, kissing along Minho's abs while blindly opening the lube and pouring some into his hands. He threw the lube aside, moving back to watch Minho's reaction as he slowly wrapped his lubed hand around his dick, thoroughly spreading it around.

Minho flinched and moaned at the new feeling of the cold lube touching his dick. Jisung's other hand grabbed his thigh again, holding it tightly. He started out slow, but soon enough Jisung had built up quite the pace, jerking his hand up and down Minho's dick.

Minho's hands were on Jisung's shoulders to ground himself as his jaw hung open, spilling moans freely.

Minho glanced down, catching Jisung's doe eyes staring right back into his own, twinkling with want and mischief under the dim light.

Jisung broke the eye contact as his hand slowed down, leaning close and gently kissing the head of Minho's dick.

Minho shuddered out a loud moan and a gentle curse.

Jisung glanced up through his eyelashes as he gently pecked the head of Minho's dick a couple times, each kiss longer than the last. Finally, he ventured his tongue out, gestly pressing it to the head, making Minho's hands shoot up and into his hair, balling into it.

Jisung hummed gently, feeling Minho's hands fist tighter into his hair, almost making him wince.

Jisung pecked Minho's dick again, mumbling 'not too hard' against It while glancing up at Minho.

"F-Fuck, sorry!" Minho moaned, loosening his grip on Jisung's hair, moving one hand down to his neck while the other stayed on his head.

Jisung smiled at the respectful gesture, quickly pulling the head of Minho's dick into his mouth and sucking - deeming it a kind of reward for obeying his boundaries.

Minho threw his head back, a string of curses falling from his mouth. Jisung didn't give him a moment of peace as he started moving his head, sucking Minho's dick further into his mouth and down his throat.

Jisung moved his mouth up and down Minho's dick a few times, each time pulling more and more curses from the boy. He pulled back entirely, kissing the head a few more times before sucking Minho's dick into his mouth a last time - before finally pulling off and removing his mouth.

Minho panted breathlessly, looking back down at Jisung as he kissed Minho's stomach a few times.

"Come." Jisung gestured, shuffling back against the headboard, bluntly opening his legs and inviting Minho down between them.

Shakily, Minho stumbled into the bed, scooting up and hovering over Jisung, one of Jisung's legs on either side of his waist.

Jisung reached for Minho's shoulders, pulling him closer to his body. Minho stabilized himself with an elbow on either side of Jisung's head.

Minho took the initiative to kiss Jisung this time. Jisung hummed contently, intertwining their tongues effortlessly. He kept one arm around Minho, venturing the other one down to stroke up Minho's side.

Gently, Jisung pulled Minho's hips down a bit, pushing his own up to rub their bodies together.

Minho moaned shakily into Jisung's mouth, head falling to the side and onto Jisung's shoulder.

"Fuck." Minho muttered breathlessly, pushing his hips further into Jisung's.

"Soon, darling." Jisung hummed teasingly, caressing Minho's back.

Minho wished he could've scoffed and playfully shoved him, but the thought passed as soon as Jisung wrapped a leg over his hips to push their hips together harder.

"Do you feel ready?" Jisung half asked-half moaned.

Minho gasped gently for breath, needing a second to even just register the words though all the pleasure.

"What for?" The older moaned, hand curling into the pillow by Jisung's head.

Jisung stroked both hands into Minho's hair, holding him gently. He leaned into the olders ear, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"To fuck me, darling."

Minho choked on nothing, his eyes shooting open and arms pushing him up to hover over Jisung again. His face turned back to that inhumane shade of red, drawing a smile from the one under him.

Jisung looked up at him with his large, beautiful, sparkly doe eyes, tilting his head to the side as he awaited an answer.

"To... F-Fuck you?" Minho stuttered.

Jisung hummed, reaching for the 5 different condoms on his nightstand. He grabbed them all in his fist, opening it to Minho to let him have a look.

"Are you?" He innocently asked.

Minho's eyes slid over the 5 packs more times than he'd like to admit, but not registering anything of what was written in them at all.

"Y-Yes? I-I mean yes! YES!" Minho quickly answered, grabbing a random condom from Jisung's hand.

Jisung chuckled, taking it back. Minho looked at him quizzily.

Jisung put the 'Small' condom back into his hand, grabbing a 'Large' instead and giving that to Minho.

The other quickly sat back up, tearing the pack open and rolling the condom down his boner.

Jisung smiled at the excitement, sitting up as well. He draped his arms over Minho, pecking his lips gently.

Minho pushed Jisung back into the pillows, hovering over him again and kissing him deeply.

Jisung reciprocated the kiss, humming in content.

The two disconnected for air, making eye contact, and holding it for just long enough for it to become slightly awkward.

"I-I don't know what to do..." Minho shyly admitted.

Jisung smiled fondly, running a hand through Minho's damp hair to soothe his obvious nerves.

"Do you want me to show you?" He asked.

He physically couldn't push back the tiny smirk his lips formed.

Minho nodded, embarrassed.

Jisung pulled Minho back for another kiss, pushing the older slightly further down in bed so he'd have better access.

He grabbed the bottle of lube they'd discarded earlier, blindly opening it, squeezing a quite large amount into his hand, and then gently stroking it onto the condom around Minho's dick.

Just for good measure he snuck his hand down, lubing up himself a bit as well for the coming friction.

Jisung carelessly wiped his hands on the sheets before grabbing Minho's dick again. He propped up his own hips, using his free hand to push Minho's lower back down so he'd be better aligned.

Once in the correct position Jisung pulled back from their messy kiss, pecking Minho's lips a couple more times.

"Whenever you're ready." Jisung smiled.

Minho nodded gently, drawing a shaky breath.

Jisung looked at him reassuringly, he put his free hand back into Minho's hair, rubbing his head gently.

Minho made eye contact with Jisung, nodding faintly to himself. Jisung smiled gently, nodding silently back.

"Ok." He muttered, looking down at their bodied pressed together before gathering all his nerves and gently pushing his hips forward.

He wasn't sure what to feel for, but luckily Jisung's other hand was still down there, guiding him to the correct spot.

Had he had the opportunity, Minho would've brought a tape recorder and recorded the sound Jisung made as he entered him, and then played it on repeat a million times, because - God, was it beautiful.

A close series of gasps, moans and hums, and then his eyes closing in bliss as Minho finally bottomed out.

"Fuck, you're big." Jisung moaned, gripping Minho's shoulder.

"Am I?" Minho muttered. He couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips.

'Bigger than Hyunjin?'

He didn't say it, but the thought definitely crossed his mind a couple times.

Jisung nodded firmly, breathing deeply. His face twisted for a second.

Minho pushed up to look at his face better.

"Does it hurt!" He quickly asked, scared he'd crossed a boundary.

"Yeah, a bit. But it's good pain. Really good pain." Jisung moaned.

Goosebumps visibly traveled over his arms. Minho felt kind of proud of the reaction he was getting, granted it was his first time with a guy and he really had no idea what he was doing.

"I thought you said you aren't into pain?" Minho muttered teasingly.

Jisung opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow at Minho.

"Cheeky, aren't you." He retorted.

Minho smirked back. Jisung smiled at him, before rolling his hips up without any kind of warning.

Minho's eyes rolled back and closed, a loud moan drawing from deep within his throat. His forehead fell to Jisung's shoulder, where he stayed a bit, needing some time to gather himself.

Jisung's chest vibrated with gentle giggles.

"That feel good, darling?" He teased.

"So fucking good." Minho panted lightly.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Minho gently pulled back a bit, pushing back in. It felt like he was wrapped up in a bath of warm silk. Absolutely heavenly. Warm silk that smelled of citrus. Warm silk that made him moan under his breath.

Jisung's shoulders tensed under his head. He moaned gently, wrapping his arms around Minho's neck.

"Ah, again." He muttered.

Minho obeyed blindly, burying himself in the fresh smell of citrus as he thrusted slowly in and out of Jisung.

Jisung hummed in content, letting Minho build his own pace.

Minho moaned brokenly as he built up a pace. The air in the room became warm and thick as they both panted.

"Aah, d-deeper!" Jisung moaned, grabbing and holding Minho's biceps to ground himself.

Minho pushed harder against his hips, wishing more than anything to push Jisung to his orgasm right now.

He raised his head, readjusting his hands so he could put more power into his thrusts. He wanted to reach so deep into him, Jisung would feel him in his stomach.

Synchronized moans filled the room as Minho fucked Jisung into the bed, but he still couldn't reach deep enough.

Quickly, Minho pulled all the way out, sitting up a bit. Jisung barely got the time to catch his breath and wipe the sweat from his burning eyes, before he was lifted and turned around.

Minho laid him back down on his stomach, pushing a pillow under his hips to prop up his ass.

"Is this alright?" Minho panted, lining himself up again.

"Fuck, yes, God, fuck me already, Minho. I'm getting close" Jisung panted back, gripping his pillows in his hands.

Minho wasted no time, pushing right back in and thrusting into him quickly. The new position let him go way deeper, so deep Jisung's back arched and his knuckles turned white around the grey pillowcase.

Jisung moaned into the bed, rocking back and forth from Minho's thrusts.

Minho moaned into the air with his head thrown back, gripping Jisung's sides with both hands as he fucked him from behind.

The tension in his pelvis kept building to where it was starting to burn, and he couldn't help but get sloppy as he desperately chased his release.

He could hear Jisung let out a particularly loud and broken moan, and the realization that he'd just made Han Jisung cum from fucking his ass from behind was enough to push him straight past his finish line, cumming so hard into the condom one would think he was a virgin.

Minho made sure to pull out using his last bit of strength before he collapsed on top of Jisung's body.

He couldn't form a single coherent though for the next few moments, not until Jisung shifted under him, and he could suddenly feel Jisung's sweaty back against his own sweaty front. He pushed to the side, landing beside Jisung with a gentle thud of the mattress - not wanting to crush Jisung to death.

The two met eyes, both flushed and with their Jaws hanging open to gasp for air.

They kept eye contact for a solid 30 seconds, just breathing heavily beside each other.

He couldn't imagine what could be on Jisung's mind for him to be just starting at him so wide eyed - while he himself had nothing but a singular sentence on his tongue, aching to be spoken.

"Fuck, I'm so gay."

Jisung broke out into giggles, turning over to lay on his back as well. He turned his head to look at Minho again.

"I'm so gay too."

A moment of stunned silence before they both broke out giggling, turning to look at the ceiling.

A hand landed on top of Minho's rubbing carefully over his knuckles.

Minho mindlessly turned it over, intertwining their fingers.

"How was it? How do you feel?" Jisung quietly asked. He sounded tired.

"I haven't came that hard in my entire life." Jisung chuckled at that, propping himself up on his elbows.

He turned over, hovering halfway over Minho to kiss him. His hand came up to Minho's cheek, caressing it as he kissed the older gently and slowly.

Minho himself reached for Jisung's waist. He couldn't help but think that this felt way too emotional and intimate to be just an experiment or a favor of sort. But then again he had just lost his gay virginity. 'Virgins get attached', isn't that what they say?

Jisung pulled back with a sigh, raking his eyes over Minho's face. He brushed his hand through Minho's hair, rubbing it down to the back of his neck.

"I'll go draw you a bath." He gently whispered, pecking Minho's cheek gently before detaching from Minho and standing up.

He stumbled for a bit before catching himself, and then slipping out the door.

Minho sighed, slumping into the bed. He lazily pulled the condom off, knotting it and tossing it to the other side of the bed.

He couldn't really think, he just felt content. Relaxed and confident. Comfortable even. He was gay, and comfortable with it. It felt right to imagine. The label felt right for him.

Jisung quietly came back in, smiling at him.

"The bath is running. You remember where the bathroom is, right?" He asked.

Minho nodded and stood up slowly. Jisung walked over to his wardrobe, grabbing a pair of boxers, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Minho's heart leapt. An indication Jisung wanted him to stay the night?

"Thanks." Minho muttered, accepting the clothes offered.

He turned and started heading for the door, but not without turning to peek at Jisung whom was grabbing new sheets to redress the bed.

'Gorgeous'

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Minho laid shirtless in Jisung's bed, staring at the ceiling. It was almost midnight, and his phone had been going off non stop the last half hour, with his friends and girlfriend asking how it went and if he 'was gay now'.

He hadn't bothered to open the texts. His mind kept replaying everything back to him like a movie. It had been all he could think of during his bath as well. He suspected it was another one of Jisung's strategies - drawing the guy a private bath to let him sit back and relax while taking it all in. Honestly, Minho had needed that.

The door opened, Jisung entering with two cups of water and a box of pain killers.

Minho sat up, accepting one of the cups and quickly shooting half of it.

Jisung wore a pair of loose athletic shorts and a loose fit tank top. Minho's eyes migrated to his arms for a few seconds before he got pulled back to reality by the sound of two pills getting popped from the package.

"Oh, I'm not in pain?" Minho said, confused.

Jisung smiled at him, and Minho could've sworn he saw him shake his head adoringly for a second.

"They're for me, hotshot."

"Oh! Did I hurt you? I'm sorry-"

"No, don't apologize. It's normal. I promise. If you ever try bottoming you'll see why I need them." Jisung chuckled, throwing the pills in his mouth and flushing the with a gulp of water.

"Oh... Good, I wouldn't wanna hurt you." Minho smiled gently.

"If you're gonna keep fucking guys, you better get used to carrying pain killers around. They're gonna need it too."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed.

"Why?" He asked.

Jisung rolled his eyes.

"Don't act stupid." He chuckled.

Minho looked at him in confusion as Jisung climbed under the covers, getting comfortable beside him. He really didn't get the link.

"I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about! Does it always hurt? Like a lot?"

"Oh for fuck sake, Minho." Jisung laughed.

"You're big, ok? Your dick is big. It hurts because it stretches more than normal."

Minho's face flushed red as his jaw fell open.

"What!"

"Oh don't act like you don't know! Didn't your girlfriend ever tell you that?" Jisung rose an eyebrow at him.

"She didn't!" Minho insisted.

Jisung giggled at Minho's bewildered expression, rubbing a finger down his knuckles reassuringly.

"Alright, alright. But take it from a gay bottom. Your girlfriend is lucky to have you." Jisung joked.

Minho chuckled a bit too, before stilling down, suddenly getting a thoughtful look on his face.

"Are you gonna keep dating her?" Jisung eventually asked, so gently it almost became a whisper.

Minho sighed, pursing his lips for a second.

"I'm gonna break up with her..."

"Oh?" Jisung propped himself up to look at Minho's face.

"Yeah, I'm gay, I think. I can't go back to her, or any girl for that matter. Not after this."

A wide grin spread over Jisung's lips. He nudged Minho playfully.

"I'm that good, huh?" He teased.

Minho nudged him back, giggling.

"Don't act like you weren't there! And you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit too, you know!" Minho defended.

"I never said I didn't!" Jisung smirked.

Minho chuckled, licking his lips as he looked up at the other. His skin was glowing under the dim lights. He'd probably put on moisturizer after his bath, because there was no way he could be glowing that beautifully without, right?

Again, that same thought of 'isn't this a bit too intimate' flashed over his mind as Jisung leaned down to kiss him, but he didn't stop himself from pushing up and meeting him halfway.

The two sunk deeper into the sheets as they continued kissing, until they were laying down again, Minho on his back with Jisung halfway onto him.

They eventually pulled off each other, meeting eyes and just smiling. Jisung laid his head on Minho's chest, draping an arm over him.

"Do you mind? I like to hold stuff while I sleep." Jisung muttered tiredly.

Minho shook his head, wrapping an arm over Jisung's shoulders in return.

"I don't mind. I might kick you off if it gets too hot, though."

Jisung chuckled, pecking Minho's cheek gently.

"Goodnight."

Minho looked down to the beauty laying on his shoulder. He couldn't contain himself from leaning down and stealing one last peck from his lips.

"Goodnight."

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