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It was a usual Saturday night, Chan throwing one of his monthly parties at his spacious off-campus apartment. By this hour of the night, Jisung was already many drinks in, long past tipsy and well into the drunk category.
Jisung leaned up against the wall next to the kitchen, sipping lightly at the contents of the red solo cup in his hand. To be honest, he had no idea what exactly was in his drink, Hyunjin having shoved it against his chest a few minutes prior, rushing off with a “finish it for me, a piece of hot ass over there says they want to sit on my face,” but it still tasted good, the sharp alcohol taste barely noticeable under the sweetness of the peach soda.
He swept his gaze across the room, looking for some hot girls to mingle with and potentially something more, when suddenly he spotted them, two modelesque girls standing near the couch area, drinks still in hand. Jisung vaguely remembered them being on the co-ed college dance team. Dancers are hot, his mind supplied, and even better in bed.
Jisung set down his drink, weaving his way through the crowd until he reached the two of them. He sidled up next to the blonde, making sure to keep just enough distance to be respectful but close enough so that they know he’s meaning to be flirtatious.
“Hey ladies, how’re you doing on a fine night like this?” Jisung said, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he slid a hand into his pocket. Even while nearly blackout drunk, he knew how to turn his charms on to the max, making sure to throw them his patented crooked smile and running a hand through his hair.
They both turned to look at him, drinks held in carefully manicured hands as they gave him an unimpressed once-over. The blonde smiled behind her hand, whispering something into the other’s ear before looking at Jisung again.
“Oh sweetie, we’re both lesbians, and happily taken,” she giggled, holding up their clasped hands, couple rings in sight, “best try your luck somewhere else.”
Inebriated Jisung was impulsive stupid Jisung and no one was there to keep his big mouth from running when he was this drunk. He blurted out the first thing that came to the top of his mind and little did he know, it would change his life forever.
“How do you know you don’t like dick until you’ve tried it?” he said, words slurred slightly around his tongue, thick from drunkenness.
In an instant, their cautiously friendly expressions turned frigid, the black haired girl glaring at him with a sort of cold contempt. The blonde rolled her eyes, sighing with the weight of someone who had gone through the same shit too many times. She seemed ready to get physical with Jisung and even reached towards her rings to pull them off before the other stopped her with a hand on her wrist. They stared at each other for a tense moment before the black haired one turned to speak to Jisung, a disdainful sneer twisting her lips.
“Oh really? Why don’t you try dick then, hm? ‘You won’t know until you’ve tried it’ right? How come you haven’t?”
Something clicked in Jisung’s brain, his eyes lighting up as their questions struck home. They were right! How would he know if he liked dick if he hasn’t tried it? How could he have been so dense all his life? Maybe Hyunjin was right to be calling him a fucking idiot all the time.
“Oh my god, you guys are geniuses,” Jisung gasped, his eyes wide in realization, “you’re so right, how have I not thought about that before?”
The two glanced at each other in confusion, their previous anger suddenly disrupted by Jisung’s weird reaction. The black haired one frowned, flicking her long hair behind her shoulder in annoyance before turning to glare at Jisung again.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“No, no, thank you so much.” He reached forward to grasp their hands to thank them before retracting his hand, remembering to not cross boundaries. “You guys are a godsend. You may have changed my fucking life .”
With that, he stumbled away to go find Chan, the two of them left staring at his retreating back with bewilderment, glancing at each other as he disappeared into the crowd.
Jisung stumbled through throngs of sweaty people, jostling against them as he struggled to find his way to the kitchen where he knew Chan would be staying for the rest of the night as the host of the party. Chan spotted him before Jisung did and waded out into the crowd, grabbing Jisung by the elbow and hauling him bodily through the last few groups of people.
Chan handed him a glass of chilled water, eyeing Jisung carefully as he chugged all of it in one go before asking for more. He filled it again at the sink, watching as Jisung slowly sank down to the floor, knees bent in front of him as he curled up into a small ball.
Hyunjin hurried over to them, slightly out of breath and tipsy as he stepped over other drunk people passed out on the ground. He gave Jisung a weird look as he arrived, patting him on the head before turning to talk to Chan.
“Is he okay?”
“He tried to hit on Momo and Sana and came to me like this, what do you think?”
Hyunjin winced, glancing down at where Jisung was crumpled on the floor, still staring at his hands as he contemplated what they had said. It was like he had suddenly achieved enlightenment and had to confirm for himself whether they were right or not. Jisung turned towards Chan, gazing into his eyes determinedly.
“Hyung.”
“Yeah…?”
“What does dick feel like?”
Chan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, glancing at Hyunjin who returned his look with even more bewilderment.
“You’re going to have to elaborate, Jisung. You literally have a dick, dude.”
Jisung waved his hands frustratingly, struggling to find the right words to say in his inebriated state.
“No, but like what does it really feel like? Like up your ass?”
Chan sighed, refilling the water cup again before handing it to Jisung.
“I mean, when done properly it can feel pretty good.” Chan patted him on the head as he nodded sagely. “Why this question all of a sudden? I thought you were all about pussy?”
Jisung drained the last of the water cup and set it on the ground before burying his head in his arms.
“I don’t know dude. Those hot lesbians asked me why I hadn’t tried dick yet and now I’m having an existential crisis because they’re so right. Why haven’t I? I haven’t even had fingers up my ass yet and I’m here thinking about dick so hard.” He paused for a second, giggling to himself. “Heh, dick so hard.”
Hyunjin stared at him in concern before glancing back at Chan again.
“ That’s why he’s like this? I’m surprised Momo didn’t beat the shit out of him before he came over here.”
Chan shrugged, sighing as they both watched Jisung mutter indiscernibly into his hands.
“I don’t know either, man. I think you should just get him home before he does some other stupid shit.”
Chan squatted down next to Jisung, grabbing his wrist to get his attention before pulling him up to standing.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.”
“But, but dick..? I need to, like…”
“That’s great, bro, but we can talk about this tomorrow, okay? When you’re not drunk out of your mind,” Chan said as he handed him off to Hyunjin.
Chan watched for a moment as Hyunjin hauled Jisung towards the door before heading over to where he last saw Momo and Sana, hoping to at least apologize for his dumbass friend before they left the party entirely.
★
Jisung groaned as he woke up, a splitting headache making his ears ring, the sharp pain reverberating down between his eyes as he struggled to sit up in bed. He reached blindly towards his nightstand, hoping that whoever had got him home last night had left him some water and pain relievers. His hands touched the cool glass and he practically moaned in pleasure as he swallowed the pills down with the water.
Stumbling out of his room with the empty glass in hand, he spotted Chan sitting at their kitchen counter, casually munching on some pancakes and gesturing for Jisung to join him. Jisung wracked his brain for any memories he had of last night to figure out what could warrant a morning visit from Chan, his search coming up blank other than the intense existential crisis he had gone through over trying dick.
Jisung slid into the seat next to Chan cautiously, staring as Chan finished the bite he had been working on.
“So,” Chan said, taking a sip of pineapple juice, “mind telling me what was up with your little rant from last night?”
Jisung laughed nervously, raking his hands through his messy, sweat-tangled hair.
“Look, bro, I just think those beautiful women from last night really awakened something in me and I just have to try out their suggestion, no?”
Chan stared at him and Jisung could see the gears in his head turning as he processed what he had said.
“And I was thinking.” Jisung swallowed nervously. “Since you know so many people on campus, maybe you could, yanno, hook me up with someone with a dick.”
Chan nodded contemplatively, thinking for a moment before scrolling through his phone contacts.
“So, any guy? Any preferences? Someone you already know or?”
Jisung shrugged helplessly.
“I don’t know, man. I’m not the expert here, but give me the hottest man you got,” Jisung huffed, “I’m sure I could handle any dick you throw at me.”
“Alright, well, I just texted a guy. Don’t worry, he’s into some fun stuff but he’s really sweet and won’t judge you.”
“Hey, I’m totally not worried about him judging me. I got this in the bag,” Jisung said, hoping Chan didn't see through his false bravado, “who do you think I am? Han Jisung, dick wielder extraordinaire.”
Chan stared at him doubtfully before checking his phone for the text notification.
“Minho just said sure, what do you think about Saturday night next week?”
“Yeah, sure, that works for- wait, Minho ?” Jisung gasped.
“Yeah, Minho.” Chan raised an eyebrow at him. “You got an issue with that, or?”
Jisung gulped nervously. He had seen Minho around their shared apartment more than once, Hyunjin and Minho often collaborating on projects for their choreography and history of dance classes. He had to admit that he had felt a little envious of the man more than once, jealous of his perfect features, strong shoulders, cute laugh, and his ability to always have girls hanging off of him. Although, now with Chan’s new piece of information, Jisung realized that he had never noticed Minho ever going home with any of those girls or dating them and it all suddenly made a lot more sense.
Still though, the man was intimidatingly hot and even self-proclaimed pussy chaser Han Jisung could admit that. He had found himself admiring Minho’s gains more than once, only to shove those thoughts to the back of his mind.
“No, uh, no, at least I know who Minho is so it’s not some complete stranger,” Jisung said, scratching the back of his neck out of nervous habit, “it’ll be… fun I guess.”
Chan clapped him on the back.
“That’s the spirit! Remember you can ask me or Felix for advice at any time, you know we've got experience,” he said, punctuating the last statement with a cheesy wink.
Jisung made a face at that, but he didn’t move away from Chan’s hand. It was reassuring, in a way, that his friends had his back even on ...endeavours like this. He made a mental note to find those two hot lesbians from last night’s party to apologize and thank them, too.
★
The next week came much faster than Jisung would have liked and he was jittery as soon as he woke up, even though his meeting time with Minho wasn’t until 10 pm. Throughout the week, Jisung had tried his best to do some basic research, at least learning how to clean himself and how the process would go. Minho and Jisung had barely talked over text, only sending the usual introduction messages and setting up a meeting time that worked for both of them, as well as proof of recent testing before the conversation died down. Jisung was itching to continue on with some dialogue, wanting to dispel the awkwardness, but Chan had reassured him that Minho was just extremely busy during the weekdays this particular week and that Jisung should just not worry about it.
Jisung arrived at 10 pm on the dot, fidgeting nervously on the cat-shaped doormat in front of Minho’s apartment after he texted Minho that he was there. Minho opened the door soon after, waving him with a soft smile and locking the door behind them.
Minho motioned for him to sit on the couch, disappearing into the kitchen to presumably get Jisung some water as he settled on the cushions, perched nervously on the edge of it, as if ready to escape at any moment. Minho returned a moment later, handing Jisung one of the glasses of water before sitting on the couch next to him. There was a long, drawn-out silence before Minho turned to introduce himself, offering his hand for an almost too formal handshake. Jisung grasped his hand eagerly, grateful for any chance to dispel the awkwardness.
“So, is there any particular reason you wanted to do, like,” Minho waved his hands vaguely. “This dick-trying thing?”
Jisung shrugged, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“Well, like, there were these two hot girls at Chan’s party… ”
“Oh, Momo and Sana? The ones on the dance team right? I think they mentioned meeting you at Chan’s party last week.”
Jisung paled, blanching as Minho raised an expectant eyebrow at him. Fuck, this man was about to hate him and they had barely talked for more than five minutes.
“Oh my god, bro, I’ve been meaning to apologize to them, I swear to god. I just haven’t found the chance to yet.”
“Honestly, I think they just found it funny once Chan explained it to them after the party,” Minho laughed, “they think it’s kind of inspiring that they may have sparked your gay awakening of sorts.”
“I don’t know if it’s a gay awakening necessarily, but, uh,” Jisung muttered, “it wouldn’t hurt to try dick at least?”
Minho nodded sagely.
“Did you have any ideas for how exactly you wanted to do this? Any preferences?”
“Um, well, I figured that if I wanted to really try dick I need to like, try it up the ass at least once.” Jisung winced as Minho raised an eyebrow at him. “Completely fine with me if you want to do it some other way though, Minho-ssi.”
“Honestly, you can just call me hyung seeing as to how we’re, like, literally about to fuck,” Minho said as he motioned for Jisung to follow him to the bedroom, “And for the record, I’m here to help you , so we’re just going to go with whatever you feel like, as long as you feel ready for it.”
Jisung stood up to follow, wiping his sweaty palms against the front of his pants as they walked into Minho’s bedroom. Minho held the door open for him before closing and locking it behind them.
“Alright, just a few ground rules. I’m mostly going to go off of what you want me to do, so please do let me know if you want to change things up or if you don’t like what is going on. I’m very big on that last one by the way,” Minho said, eyeing Jisung pointedly. “You need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable, but I’ll also be paying attention to your limits, so try not to overthink it. I can practically feel you shaking from all the way over here.”
Jisung coughed out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck out of nervous habit.
“Yeah, yeah, of course, I’ll try my best to let you know,” he replied, knowing that Minho was waiting on a verbal answer, “hyung.”
Minho smiled at that, grabbing a small bottle of lube from the nightstand by his bed and dropping it onto the blankets.
“Okay, you ready?”
Jisung swallowed nervously, then nodded.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Minho stripped all the way down first, standing before Jisung in all his naked glory. He wasn’t even half hard yet and to be honest, Jisung was more than a little intimidated by his size. It’s not like he was insecure about the size of his own dick, but rather, he had no idea how this monster schlong was going to fit in his untouched ass when it was completely hard.
Jisung reached a hand out to grasp Minho’s cock, tightening his grip and stroking down gently, almost reverently.
He looked up and stared at Minho. Minho stared back.
“Is there something wrong? Have you never seen another dude’s dick before?”
“No, no, of course I have. I’ve just never,” Jisung looked back down at the dick in his hand, waving his other hand around vaguely, “I’ve just never had to physically interact with another dick before.”
Minho nodded slowly.
“Okay, well, handjobs for other guys are basically the same as it would be for yourself, so do what you think works best, alright baby?”
Jisung startled at the pet name, glancing up at Minho with flushed cheeks. He was so used to calling other people ‘baby,’ but having it turned back on himself was new and had him feeling something more than what he would have expected.
Minho raised an eyebrow at him.
“No pet names?”
“No, no, I like the pet name,” Jisung admitted, his cheeks burning red, “I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”
Minho smiled at him, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips, waiting for Jisung to strip down to his briefs before sitting Jisung down at the foot of the bed.
“Alright, you ready to get started?”
Jisung nodded, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he tilted his face up to accept another kiss from Minho who sat himself down on Jisung’s lap, Jisung’s hands naturally coming around to hold Minho’s waist, slowly sliding down to cup Minho’s ass.
Making out with Minho felt so different . The hard planes of his body pressing against Jisung, the calloused knuckles brushing against his neck, it all just felt so different in a good way, his cock quickly filling out until it was fully hard and Jisung couldn’t help but grind against Minho, moaning as he held the back of his neck with a firm hand and squeezed .
Minho broke the kiss first, leaning back to look at Jisung’s dazed expression down to where his chest was heaving, trembling slightly where he lay. He reached down to palm at Jisung’s dick through his briefs, smirking as Jisung shuddered against him.
There was already a damp spot forming where the head of Jisung’s cock was pressed against the fabric and Minho smoothed his thumb over it, delighting in the whimper that was drawn out of Jisung as his head fell back, exposing the vein that ran down the side of Jisung’s neck, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
Minho licked down the side of Jisung’s neck, his skin slightly salty and damp, and sucked harshly at a spot under his jaw before moving down to bite at his collarbone. Jisung hissed at the sting, his hands digging into Minho’s ass more firmly as he pushed their hips together, Minho’s hand trapped between them as he grinded up into the sensation.
He pushed Jisung back until he laid down on his bed before reaching over for the small bottle of lube, opening it and squeezing a generous amount on his fingers. He could see Jisung taking off his briefs from the corner of his eye.
“You ready?” Minho asked, rubbing the lube between his fingers to warm it up.
Jisung bit down on his lip nervously, glancing at his fingers and then back to Minho’s face.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Minho circled around Jisung’s rim before slipping the tip of his finger into his hole. As expected, Jisung was tight, the ring of muscles squeezing Minho’s finger as he slowly eased his finger in. Jisung gasped at the feeling, his cock twitching involuntarily. With his free hand, Minho pushed one of Jisung’s legs up, his knee now pressed tightly to his chest. Jisung bit back a whine of embarrassment, feeling overexposed to Minho’s hungry gaze.
Minho slowly pumped his finger in and out of Jisung’s hole, his other hand rubbing against his raised thigh comfortingly. Jisung shifted uncomfortably, the stretch of his fingers making Jisung’s hole ache and sting slightly, but the feeling of Minho sucking dark marks on to his inner thighs distracted from the pain. Jisung could feel the burn as his muscles stretched to accommodate as Minho slid another slick finger into his hole.
His fingers crooked upwards to stroke over his prostate and Jisung choked out a high-pitched whine. Minho slowly pumped his fingers in and out of his hole, his knuckles slightly catching on the rim, Jisung letting out small pained gasps at every thrust.
Minho frowned at Jisung. He could tell he was still on edge about the whole situation and it was clear that even though Jisung liked talking big game, he was too nervous to relax fully enough to accommodate Minho’s dick.
Minho slid his fingers out of Jisung’s hole, patting his thigh reassuringly when Jisung sat up on his elbows to look at him confusedly.
“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”
Minho shook his head.
“No, no, everything is fine, baby. I just don’t think you’re quite ready to actually take it up the ass today.”
“No, but,” Jisung whined, “I wanted to try dick for real . Please?”
“It’s cute when you ask nicely like this, but really it’s better for the both of us if we don’t continue any further today,” Minho said, tapping his chin contemplatively, “we could always try next week, baby. No one ever said this had to be a one time thing.”
Jisung nodded enthusiastically, his cock twitching at the thought of another night with Minho.
“Besides, I have an idea that I think you might like. You’re okay with switching things up a little?”
Jisung nodded again, his heart racing in anticipation of whatever Minho had in store for him.
Minho squeezed more lube onto his fingers before reaching behind himself and slid a slick finger into himself, his cock bobbing as he fingered himself open. Jisung could hear the wet squelching sounds as Minho added another finger, his mouth falling open in a silent moan as he stretched himself.
He braced himself on the bed as he reached over to grab the condom he had discarded on the bed earlier. Minho tore off the wrapper and slid it onto Jisung’s cock, giving it a few pumps before moving forward slightly so that he was hovering right over it, the head nudging at his hole.
Minho sank down on his cock, letting the head pop in and out of his entrance at an excruciatingly slow pace. Jisung let out a pathetic whine, the sensation of Minho’s tight heat around his cock almost too much for him to bear after being riled up for so long. He bucked upwards involuntarily, but Minho pressed his hips down with a firm hand as he tutted at him disapprovingly.
“Remember what I said about staying patient? You’re gonna be good for me, right baby?"
Jisung whimpered, but stayed still, watching with rapt attention as Minho teased the tip against his entrance again, smearing lube messily around before sinking all the way down in one go, the curve of his ass flush against Jisung’s hips.
Minho grinded his hips down slowly, shaking his head no when Jisung reached his hands hesitantly to wrap around his waist. Then, he took the hand he had used to finger Jisung and reached down behind him, sliding the pad of his lubed finger over Jisung’s entrance. Jisung froze, staring up at Minho who only cocked a questioning eyebrow at him, pressing his fingers more insistently against Jisung’s rim.
“You ready, baby?
Jisung nodded enthusiastically, spreading his legs a bit more to give Minho easier access before Minho slid two fingers into Jisung, pressing upwards to find his prostate. He grinded down onto Jisung’s cock, moving his hips in tandem to the fingers sliding in and out of Jisung.
Jisung whined and bucked his hips up involuntarily, the friction from both ends almost too much for him to bear, but Minho stopped moving, pressing a hand down on his hip to stop him.
“Just be a good boy for me and let me do all the work,” Minho murmured.
Minho leaned back, baring the pretty line of his neck and throat, his head thrown back and his mouth open in a breathy moan as he bounced on Jisung’s cock. The slide of his tight heat around his cock drew out a moan from Jisung.
From this angle, Minho’s beauty was enrapturing and Jisung couldn’t help but choke out high-pitched whines as Minho continued to bounce his cock. Minho’s eyes were squeezed closed as he gasped breathlessly and his cock left smudges of precum on both their stomachs whenever it slapped against skin.
“P-please,” Jisung moaned, struggling to control himself from thrusting up into Minho.
Minho’s eyes fluttered open, his tongue running along his bottom lip as he looked down at Jisung. He clenched around his cock and Jisung could’ve cried from how good the pressure felt around him, but he stayed still, wanting to please Minho.
“Use your words, baby, what do you want?”
“P-please, let me c-come.”
The corner of Minho’s lips curled up into a smirk like he was delighting in how much Jisung was struggling.
“You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you, baby?” he crooned, crooking his fingers upwards to press against Jisung’s prostate.
“Yes, yes, I’ve been a good boy,” Jisung gasped, hands clutching desperately at the sheets underneath him, “good boy for hyung.”
Minho seemed to contemplate his words for a moment before smiling indulgently, grinding back against Jisung again before replying.
“Come for me, baby.”
Jisung tipped over the edge with a whimper, hips rutting up involuntarily as Minho worked him through his orgasm, still grinding back on his cock until Jisung stopped coming, pressing his fingers against his prostate.
Minho got off of him, but Jisung, dazed and barely coherent, reached out a hand to stop him from standing, staring confusedly as Minho raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
“You didn’t finish, I can… I can try giving you a blow job or something?” Jisung offered.
Despite having absolutely zero experience with giving head, Jisung was desperate, not only because he wanted to try it but also because it was a personal offense that he wasn’t able to get Minho off as a self-proclaimed sex expert (and as proven by multiple past partners who had more than satisfactory experiences). Minho deserved to feel good and Jisung would not be satisfied until he came too.
“It’s honestly fine. I know this was your first time so don’t worry, I’m not disappointed or anything.”
“No, no, I insist,” Jisung said, patting Minho’s wrist more insistently, “only if you’re up for it of course.”
Minho stared at him, tilting his head to the side contemplatively, before nodding with a small smile.
“Alright, sure. We can try it out, but no pressure for real, okay?”
Jisung nodded enthusiastically, scrambling to get up so Minho could settle back on the bed, spreading his legs to accommodate Jisung laying in between them.
Jisung stared apprehensively at Minho’s dick. Up close it looked even more intimidating, the suddenly daunting task of giving Minho a blowjob seeming more and more unsurmountable the longer he waited.
“You wanna tap out? I really don’t mind dude.”
Jisung shook out his shoulders, psyching himself up.
“No, no, I’ll be fine,” he said.
He ran his tongue along his chapped bottom lip nervously before leaning to lap at the head of Minho’s cock, letting his spit drip over it to slick the way just like the way girls had given him head before.
It was definitely a new sensation, being on the giving end of a blowjob, but Jisung found that he didn’t exactly hate it. Even though he had already come, the way Minho’s mouth fell open with a soft moan, the way he leaned back to expose the pretty lines of his neck only turned him on more, his own dick giving a pathetic twitch where it was pressed between him and the bed.
He slid down lower on Minho’s cock, laving his tongue on the underside and letting the tip rest against the roof of his mouth. In all honesty, Jisung was just going off of what girls usually did for him, but it seemed to be working. He glanced up to watch as Minho bit on his lip and stared down at him, the smoldering look in his eyes making his insides twist with arousal again.
Jisung began bobbing up and down, trying his best to go a bit further down every time. His movements were sloppy and uncoordinated, the awkward positioning making it harder for him, but he made up for it with enthusiasm, drool dripping down Minho’s cock to the bed and pooling in a wet puddle underneath Minho.
Taking a steadying breath through his nose, Jisung sank down as far as he could, feeling the head of Minho’s bumping harshly against the back of his throat. He paused there for as long as he could, praying that his gag reflex wouldn’t react before gagging violently, pulling himself off and coughing into his hand as he tried to catch his breath again. Minho reached out to pat him on the back.
“Hey, you alright?” Minho asked, laughing when Jisung wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave him a thumbs up, “it’s honestly fine. I can just finish myself off. I don’t want your first experience to be bad for you.”
Jisung hesitated, glancing determinedly between Minho’s dick and his face.
“No, I can definitely do this, I can… “ He paused for a moment before sighing in resignation. “Okay, can I at least watch? Is that okay?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Jisung licked his lips and settled back on his elbows, tracing his gaze along Minho’s veiny forearms down to his delicate-looking hands as Minho circled a hand around his own cock, pumping it as he looked down at him.
Jisung could tell Minho was close, the head of his cock glistening with precum and spit, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward and closing his lips over the tip of his cock and sucking, delighting in the choked moan that he drew out of Minho. He licked over the head once, twice, before Minho was coming in his mouth, Jisung continuing to suck until Minho was finished. He sat up, cum still in his mouth, letting the saltiness roll over his tongue as he contemplated whether to swallow or not. Most of the girls he fucked around with did, it couldn’t be too bad, right?
“It’s fine, you should just spit it out-”
Jisung swallowed, licking his lips afterwards for good measure, staring into Minho’s eyes all the while. Minho stared back at him, mouth slightly agape as if surprised by Jisung’s decision and if anything, the look in Minho’s eyes only grew more heated and Jisung flushed at the way Minho ran his eyes down his body appreciatively.
He turned his head away, unsure of what to do now as he fidgeted in place. Seeming to sense Jisung’s awkwardness, Minho smiled at him, leaning over to grab the tissue box from his nightstand and wiping both of them clean.
“So, I think my roommate might be back, but you can totally stay the night if you want to,” Minho said.
“Alright, great. Thanks bro, I really appreciate that, but I think I’ll just be on my way…?” Jisung said, internally wincing at the awkwardness as he pulled his shirt back on, “I’ll, uh, text you when I get back?”
He glanced at Minho, worried that he had offended him by refusing his offer to stay over, but Minho only nodded in acceptance, tossing him a spare mini water bottle as Jisung stood up.
“It’s all good, man. I’ll text you when I’m free next.” He motioned towards his phone. “You wanna meet up for coffee sometime next week?”
Jisung pulled on his pants, scratching the back of his neck out of habit as he nodded.
“Yeah, uh, that would be great.”
He edged towards the door, grabbing his wallet and keys as he went. Minho waved goodbye at him, Jisung returning it with an awkward smile before he sprinted out of there, reaching his own apartment in less than ten minutes.
Hyunjin was settled on the couch with a bowl of chips in his lap, some random action movie playing on the tv screen, and he turned his head to look at Jisung over the couch as he entered.
“How was it?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jisung groaned as he all but collapsed at the kitchen counter, moaning as he felt the cold marble surface cool down his flushed cheeks.
“That bad?”
“No, no, the sex was bomb, dude. I just made a fool of myself on the way out and I thought Minho never wanted to see me again, but then he asked me about getting coffee together? I dunno, man.”
Hyunjin gave him a doubtful look.
“That sounds like he liked it then? He literally asked you on a coffee date.”
Jisung only groaned in response, turning his head to smack his forehead into the countertop.
★
To be honest, despite the awkwardness of that first experience, Jisung had realized that him and Minho meshed really well together outside of the bedroom and had found himself looking out for Minho whenever he saw the other man around campus. On some occasions, Jisung would even sit himself down next to Minho if he saw that he wasn’t particularly busy. The first time had been daunting, but Minho always greeted him with a small soft smile that for some weird reason warmed Jisung’s chest, his pulse quickening slightly as he returned that pretty smile with a happy wave of his own.
Since their campus was small, it was inevitable that their friends would bump into them from time to time. Their initial teasing smiles and suggestive winks had gradually turned into narrowed eyes and contemplative looks, and Jisung purposely turned a blind eye. He knew exactly what they were thinking, but there was no fucking way. All they were was someone trying out dick for the first time and a nice dude who happened to be available. In all honesty, Jisung thought Minho was a little too nice, always indulging Jisung by listening to his weird rants about random topics and buying him coffee whenever he came up to him in the campus cafe, but he chose to think nothing more of it.
Even though they seemed to get along really well, Jisung was still on edge about their time together last week, embarrassed by the fact that he had been so underprepared and made a fool of himself, and so he was determined to try out more stuff on his own before their next time together, if it was even happening at this rate.
Jisung had tried his best to be nonchalant when he snuck the question into their conversation as he was walking to lecture together with Felix, but Felix saw right through him, giggling at Jisung’s guilty expression when he had admitted the reason behind his request.
“I’m chill with it as long as you clean it properly before you return it to me,” he had laughed, “You sure you don’t like Minho-hyung even a little? You’re really out here asking me to borrow a dildo out on the quad in public.”
“No! No, dude, why would I like him?” Jisung had replied, shame-faced, “You know I’m straight, I just don’t have any experience with guys, so I don’t want to, like, disappoint him.”
Felix had eyed him doubtfully.
“Sure, dude. Sure. Come back to me on that one when you’re ready.”
The hand-off had happened discreetly, disguised as a borrowed sweater when Felix had passed it to Jisung when they walked to lecture together the next day.
The dildo he had borrowed from Felix was intimidating but still not nearly as large as Minho’s dick had been. It would be a good start though, and Jisung was determined to make this work.
He waited until Hyunjin left for his usual afternoon lecture before sneaking over to the bathroom to clean the dildo, washing it thoroughly before dashing back to his own room, locking the door behind him for good measure.
Jisung sat down on the side of the bed, staring apprehensively at the black plastic in his lap. Felix had specifically given him one with a suction cup, stating that it might be easier to control if he wanted to use it. The wall might be a bit risky, considering Jisung’s questionable balance and coordination but perhaps… he glanced at the full length mirror he had on the far wall of his room. Maybe it would be easier if he could see it as he tried it out.
Jisung grabbed the bottle of lube from his nightstand before padding over to stand in front of the mirror, squatting down to properly secure the suction cup on the floor. He flicked the head impulsively, watching the impressive girth wobble back and forth with a nervous gulp, before stripping his clothes off, tossing them onto the bed haphazardly.
Ever the studious connoisseur, Jisung had searched up some porn videos on how to prep himself after the fiasco that was his first time with Minho. If he got distracted and ended up jacking off, that was something he decided to wipe from his memory.
Jisung kneeled down next to the dildo, slicking up his fingers before reaching behind himself, gently rubbing over his entrance and slowly sinking one of his fingers into himself. He tried his best to relax, letting the appendage slide easily into his hole. It didn’t feel like much now that he knew what to do and he squeezed a second finger alongside it, letting out a quiet moan as the very tips of his fingers brushed against his prostate.
He stared at himself in the mirror, licking his chapped lips as his eyes traced over his tensed lines of his torso muscles down to his rapidly filling cock. There was something about the way he could see him fingering himself that made his insides twist with arousal, his gaze zeroing in on how his abs were contracting and he couldn’t help but reach his unoccupied hand around to pump his cock a few times, shakily exhaling as he thumbed over the slit.
Jisung glanced at the dildo again. Two fingers were definitely not enough for the girth of that thing and he quickly slid a third finger into his hole, wincing slightly at the increased stretch. After a few more moments, he decided he was ready and shifted over to the dildo on his knees, grabbing the bottle of lube on the way.
Slicking up the dildo with probably way too much lube, Jisung maneuvered himself over it, hesitating for a moment before turning around until his ass faced the mirror so that he could see what it looked like with his rim stretched over it.
He sank down slowly with a moan until he bottomed out, the hard plastic unrelenting inside of him. Jisung felt so, so full, satisfyingly full, in a way that he had never felt before. It felt like the dildo was igniting all his nerves, the slide of it inside of him intoxicating.
Jisung looked behind himself at the mirror, his eyes suddenly locked on where his hole was twitching around the black plastic of the dildo. The sight of his rim, glistening with lube and stretched to its limit around the intrusion, had him breathless, his heart racing as he leaned forward a bit more to get a clearer view. The movement shifted the dildo inside of him, pressing against his prostate and jolting a startled moan out of him, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to stop any more noise from coming out.
He slowly raised himself off of the floor, intending to ride the dildo like what he had seen in his “research,” only for a sudden surge of pleasure to overcome him, his orgasm hitting him blindingly fast. Jisung all but collapsed onto his elbows, letting out a confused whimper as he clenched around the dildo, watching in disbelief at his cum dripping in a small puddle in front of him.
Letting his head fall onto his forearms, Jisung stayed still, catching his breath for a moment before leaning back up to look at himself in the mirror behind him again, biting back a whimper as the dildo slid over his oversensitive prostate again.
He looked absolutely debauched, his eyes teary and shiny, his slick rim still twitching involuntarily around the hard plastic. The excess lube he had dumped over the dildo was now pooled around the suction cup on the floor, the slick shine making it look all the more lewd. From this angle, his waist looked so tiny in comparison to his ass, yet the hard lines of muscle across his shoulders and down his back created an insane contrast to how delicate he looked otherwise.
It was, dare Jisung say it, hot, but in a very different way than he usually saw himself. It wouldn’t hurt to take a picture, right? Jisung felt around on his bed for his carelessly discarded phone, eyes still glued to his figure in the mirror. He opened the camera app with shaky hands, angling his phone over his shoulder to take a quick snapshot of himself in the mirror before quickly turning off his phone. There was no way he was gonna let anyone use his phone casually now, not until he found a more secure place to store that picture.
Jisung stared at himself a moment longer, savoring this moment, before he slowly pulled himself off the dildo, letting out a quiet moan as it slipped out of his hole. He felt strangely empty without it inside of him and was already beginning to miss the feeling, but there was something about the fact that it had made him feel so good that almost made him feel a little unsettled, the entire concept of having something dick-like inside of him (other than just fingers) just a little too fresh and new for him despite his initial enthusiasm with Minho.
He got up from the floor, wincing when his knees cracked as he straightened his legs, before hurrying over to the bathroom to clean and disinfect the dildo. Scurrying back to his room, Jisung quickly shoved it into his bag for safekeeping before he needed to return it to Felix the next day.
★
Jisung found that increasingly, he had lost interest in and wasn’t seeking out sexual partners at all compared to his usual at least one per week rate that he was at before. Instead, he found himself looking forward to whenever he would be seeing Minho next, not just to hang out, but also potentially whenever they might fuck again. It might be wishful thinking though. After that disastrous first performance, Jisung doubted that Minho would want to do it again, even if they could be considered good friends now. Minho hadn’t mentioned anything about that night or anything relating to sex since, and Jisung certainly didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. He resigned himself to the fact that he might have to stick to his hand and potentially some toys he was now interested in buying for himself.
A few days had passed since Jisung’s fun times with the borrowed dildo, having been too nervous to properly respond to Felix’s questioning yet suggestive eyebrow raise when he had returned it to him. After a quick post-gym shower, he settled on his bed to browse through his phone for an hour or two before sleeping. He opened his text chat with Minho, intending to continue their conversation of Minho’s cats and cat memes.
Jisung rolled over, holding his phone in the air over his face as he scrolled through his camera roll for his selection of cat memes. It was a risky position, as he was prone to dropping his phone on his face and other clumsiness, but sometimes a man just had to not lay on his side. He squinted at the screen and finally found the new one he had saved from Twitter that day, stretching his finger across the screen to select the meme to send to Minho.
He fumbled slightly with the phone, scrambling to pick it up before it fell onto his face, catching it, mere millimeters away from his face. Close call. Jisung rolled onto his side to inspect what he had selected, only to freeze when he realized that he had accidentally tapped and selected the mirror nude he had taken the day before.
Jisung wouldn’t call himself an egotistical person, but he had to admit that he did look quite good in the picture. There was just something so enticing, so sensual about it, from the fucked out look on his face to the supple lines of his shoulder and back muscles down to where the thick black dildo was nestled between his cheeks against his glistening slick rim.
Jisung pursed his lips, flipping onto his back as he admired the picture for a bit longer. To be honest, he should probably move it to some safer storage place on his phone or maybe even delete it. It wasn’t like he was ever going to send this to anyone anyway. He contemplated for a moment, then moved his finger to tap the trash button on the bottom corner.
Suddenly, the phone tilted in his hands, Jisung flinching as it flipped and then fell onto his face screen side down with a solid thunk sound. He panicked, scrambling up to his elbows and snatching up his phone to see if he had accidentally done something.
Fuck.
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Jisung gaped at his screen disbelievingly. This had to be a fever dream. His mirror nude stared back at him proudly, his bare ass on full display as sent in his text chat with Minho. His heart rate shot up, his back suddenly drenched in cold sweat as he frantically tried to think of a solution to fix this.
He dived back into his camera roll, desperately spamming the chat with cat memes, even ones he had sent before, in a valiant effort to push his nude up the conversation in the hopes that Minho wouldn’t scroll up far enough to see it.
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Jisung stopped after about twenty memes, flopping back onto his bed with a heavy sigh. Minho usually wasn’t up this late on a Friday night, always tending to be an early sleeper on the nights before morning dance practice, and Jisung prayed that Minho would be too tired the next day to scroll up before responding. He shoved his phone into his nightstand drawer, trying his best to put it out of his mind. Jisung usually had the memory of a goldfish and he hoped that it would come in handy just this one time.
It, in fact, did not come in handy. The memories of the previous night flooded his mind as soon as he opened his eyes the next morning. He turned over to fish out his phone from the drawer, dreading Minho’s response.
He opened his text chat with Minho, keeping his eyes squinted nearly shut to stop him from seeing the inevitable, only to be left immensely relieved to see Minho’s normal morning message.
10:09 | linolinoling : hey jisungie why haven’t i quit dance yet (*ノз`*)
10:21 | linolinoling : oh hey that last cat meme was cute… it looks so much like dori
10:22 | linolinoling : haven’t u sent me some of these before…? u’ve lost ur touch jisungie
10:22 | linolinoling : i’m clearly the superior meme connoisseur here
Jisung breathed out, tension draining out of him as he rolled his eyes at Minho’s reply. The length of time between his first and second message was slightly concerning, but the lack of reaction was a good sign and Jisung chose to take it how he saw it.
13:03 | jisungie : stfu hyung i haven’t lost this yet
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At least he didn’t have to see Minho until much later tonight. They had foregone their usual coffee and lunch meetup (Jisung refuses to call it a date no matter how much Hyunjin and Felix tried to convince him of the “feelings” they supposedly had for each other) since they were both going to Chan’s monthly party anyway.
Jisung lazed around on his bed for most of the afternoon despite having only woken up around 1 pm, watching the new season of Food Wars for the plot, as one does. Nighttime arrived fast and he barely managed to drag himself out from the comforts of his bed, limbs spurred on by the prospect of seeing Minho at the party.
He pulled on his usual tight ripped black jeans, hesitating for a moment before picking the slightly sheer back button up that Felix had gifted him randomly that week (he insisted it didn’t fit him any more but Jisung and him were practically the same size… weird).
Jisung brushed product through his hair loosely, letting it fall messily into his usual style, before catching a ride in Hyunjin’s car to Chan’s apartment, feeling strangely jittery as they finally arrived.
Hyunjin made a beeline for the kitchen as soon as they walked in, but Jisung hung back, looking around to see if he could find Minho before he started getting absolutely plastered for the night.
He spotted Minho over on the couches, sipping from a red solo cup as he peered over the edge, eyes brightening when he saw Jisung. Minho set his drink on the table, waving Jisung over and patting the cushion next to him. Jisung weaved through the crowd, settling next to Minho as he offered Jisung the drink he had been nursing.
Jisung took a huge gulp, hoping that some alcohol in his system would calm his nerves a little and let him act a bit more normally around Minho. The couch was more of a loveseat and on the smaller side and so they squeezed against one another, thighs pressed together from hip to knee.
Hyunjin stopped by with another drink, eyeing the lack of space between them as he deposited it into Jisung’s waiting hands, but he didn’t say a word, instead heading off to find Changbin.
Minho and Jisung sat together for a few more moments, enjoying each other’s company in silence before Minho turned to Jisung, placing a hand gently on his knee.
“You know… I wasn’t sure if I should mention it, but I have to ask,” Minho murmured, his hand inching up Jisung’s thigh, “What was that picture you sent me last night, baby?”
Minho’s eyes were lidded as he stared at Jisung, filled with heat and desire, his face mere inches away. Jisung swallowed nervously, barely holding himself back from bouncing his knees from the nerves. Minho’s hand on his leg felt like a hot brand, a searing heat pressed against his skin, but he didn’t do anything to stop him as Minho came to a stop on his waist, fingers pressing firmly against the sheer mesh of his shirt.
“Uh, yeah, I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to send anything unsolicited,” Jisung said, his breath quickening as Minho hummed and slid a finger underneath the edge of his shirt, “that’s why I tried to spam to move it up the chat. I’m sorry, bro.”
“No need to say sorry, baby. I was just worried that you didn’t mean to and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Minho said, the corner of his lips curling up into a sultry smile, “I certainly enjoyed it though. Very much.”
Oh.
“O-oh, well,” Jisung stuttered.
“Yeah? I won’t bring it up any more if you don’t want me to. Just tell me, baby.”
“Well,” Jisung bit his lip nervously, “So… so you liked it?”
“Oh, you looked so pretty. I was almost a little sad that I couldn’t tell you, but I hope I get a chance to show you my full appreciation.” Minho paused. “If you’re willing of course.”
Oh.
“Oh, I thought,” Jisung fidgeted as Minho slid a full hand underneath his shirt, palm flat against the small of his back as he rubbed gently with his thumb. “I thought I disappointed you that first time, so.“
Minho furrowed his brows.
“Disappointed? No, why would I have been disappointed?”
“I just.” Jisung’s mouth opened and closed helplessly as he struggled to find the words. “I just thought that I had embarrassed myself when I had to tap out and, like, the way I left was so awkward. You also never mentioned meeting up for sex again after so I kinda just assumed.”
Minho sighed, starting to stroke gently down the length of Jisung’s back.
“No, baby. I thought you had freaked out at the end, so I thought you didn’t want to try again. I was actually waiting for you to text me first about it because I didn’t want you to feel pressured into doing it again.”
An involuntary shiver ran through him as Minho’s fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive part of his waist.
“I definitely want to,” Jisung breathed, arching his back slightly as Minho’s fingers ghosted down his spine, “That picture I accidentally sent… I was actually trying to, ah, practice for you.”
Minho’s breath hitched, his hand stilling where it was on Jisung’s back.
“For me?” he said, leaning in close to rest his chin on Jisung’s shoulder
“Y-yeah,” Jisung said, “wanted to be more ready for you next time, i-if it’s happening, of course.”
“I would love to, but I’m really sorry, baby,” Minho murmured, pressing a kiss under Jisung’s ear, “today would’ve been perfect, but we have an extra rehearsal tomorrow morning. I’ll text you for sure, alright?”
Jisung tried his best to keep the disappointment out of his voice, turning away slightly so Minho couldn’t see the crestfallen expression on his face.
“Oh,” he said softly, “that’s… that’s fine.”
“No, really. I promise,” Minho said, tugging Jisung’s face around gently and pressing a chaste kiss against his lips, “I’ll text you and arrange things as soon as I finish rehearsal tomorrow morning.”
Jisung nodded, waving goodbye to Minho as he stood up and threw his cup out, turning back to send a wink to Jisung before leaving the apartment with a few other dancers in tow. Picking up the near-full cup Hyunjin had dropped off, Jisung took a huge gulp, sighing and flopping back against the loveseat cushions.
Although he was sad to see Minho gone basically as soon as he had arrived, it was nice to get reassurance that Minho was still interested in him beyond just friendship. He could still feel the residual heat from where Minho’s hand had been against his skin and he knew that he was half-hard just from simple touches. Jisung crossed his legs, hoping that no one would notice in the dark room.
Jisung could spot Hyunjin dancing across the room with Changbin and to be honest, he wasn’t particularly in the mood to party now that Minho had left, but he would probably end up being designated driver at this rate, judging by the flush on Hyunjin’s cheeks. He stood up to dump his cup out, settling in the corner of the room on his phone to wait for the night to be over.
★
When Jisung blinked awake the next day, he opened his eyes to pitch darkness in his room. He rolled over to grab his phone immediately, internally panicking that he had slept for more than twenty four hours, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized that it was only about 9 pm.
Jisung had spent the majority of the night and early morning hours holding Hyunjin’s hair back as he vomited into the toilet. Despite questioning him the entire ride back, Jisung had barely managed to figure out the vague outline of what had happened to Hyunjin that night before Hyunjin had sprinted into their bathroom with a hand slapped over his mouth, sobbing as he collapsed on the tiled floor.
Jisung had ended up sleeping at around 10 am that morning, all but falling into his bed, passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow. With the exhaustion from staying up late to work on projects the entire week, it was inevitable that Jisung would crash for more than his usual five hours at some point.
“Hey,” Jisung said, still out of breath from his brisk jog over to Minho’s apartment as he stood awkwardly in the entrance hallway.
“Hey,” Minho replied, a small amused smile on his face.
Jisung closed the door behind him, locking it and toeing off his shoes. Minho motioned for him to sit on the couch and for some reason, everything felt reminiscent of the very first time they had met.
He settled on the couch as Minho emerged from the kitchen with the customary glass of water and sat beside him. Just from the slight touch of Minho’s thigh against his, Jisung was flushed with anticipation, palms sweaty and fingers fidgeting at the raw hem of the rip in his jeans.
“Hey baby,” Minho said, glancing down at Jisung’s restless hands, “I usually wouldn’t cut to the chase like this, but I know you’ll only get more nervous the longer we wait.”
He grabbed Jisung’s hand, flipping it over and lacing his fingers through Jisung’s before squeezing, his thumb rubbing gently against Jisung’s knuckles.
“Did you have anything in mind?”
“Okay, so I’ve done my research this time and I really want to try these,” Jisung said as he showed the screen of his phone to Minho and scrolled through the images he had screenshotted, “What do you think?”
Minho stared at him blankly.
“Did you really do all your research from porn?”
Jisung flushed in embarrassment, dropping his phone to his lap and looking away determinedly.
Minho sighed.
“Look, baby, I appreciate the enthusiasm and we can certainly try out riding, but most of these positions are more nice to look at rather than actually comfortable.”
Jisung looked back up and tried his best to stop himself from pouting, but he knew by Minho’s fond smile that Minho could see the sulk on his face.
“C’mon, baby, we’ll still have a lot of fun, okay?” Minho said, tracing a vein on the back of Jisung’s hand with his thumb.
“Okay…”
Jisung let Minho lead him to the bedroom, their hands still laced together. Minho closed and locked the door behind them, squeezing Jisung’s hand reassuringly before letting go.
He pressed his lips against Minho’s, nipping at his bottom lip hungrily before sliding his tongue into his heated mouth. Their tongues tangled with each other, frantic and messy, their lips slick and wet against one another. Minho reached a hand down to palm at Jisung’s cock.
Jisung was painfully hard already, cock straining against the fabric of his briefs, leaving a wet patch where he was leaking precum. Minho slid a hand underneath the fabric to pull Jisung’s cock out, rubbing his thumb over the precum-slick head before stroking it firmly. Jisung arched into his grasp with a moan, his hands scrambling for purchase on Minho’s shirt.
Maybe it was because of his dry spell, maybe it was because Minho just had such an effect on him, but Jisung was already so close to orgasm. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to think of vile things to stop himself from coming, barely managing to hold himself back when Minho dug his thumb into his slit.
The hand looped around the back of Jisung’s neck drifted downwards, trailing lightly over his collarbone and down to his chest. Minho brushed his fingers over Jisung’s nipple, once, twice, before pinching harshly, Jisung twitching and whimpering at the sting. His orgasm came over him blindingly fast, the combined stimulation too much for him as he came into Minho’s hand with a high-pitched moan.
Fuck. They had barely been making out for a few minutes and Jisung had already finished. Jisung groaned in embarrassment, backing away from Minho and sitting on the bed. Minho followed, cupping Jisung’s face to get him to meet eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“This is so embarrassing…” Jisung sighed. “I talked such big game before about how much I’ve fucked around and here I am.”
“No, it’s not, baby,” Minho said, smiling reassuringly at Jisung, “besides, I kind of like that you’re so sensitive. You’re cute.”
Jisung blushed, the tips of his ears burning as he glanced away again, but Minho held his chin firmly, turning his face to look back up at him.
“It really is fine. And I’m sure you can go again,” Minho murmured, tilting his head to the side with devious glint in his eye, “Want to move this onto the bed?”
Jisung nodded and scooted back on the bed, Minho joining him on the sheets and reaching for the bottle of lube. Minho squeezed lube onto his fingers, ready to finger Jisung open, but Jisung shook his head, motioning to himself.
“I want to do it by myself,” Jisung said, “Do you… do you want to watch?”
The look in Minho’s eyes only grew more heated. He retracted his hand and sat back up.
“Why would I refuse? Let’s see it, baby.”
Jisung grabbed the bottle of lube, trying his best to swallow down his nerves as he slicked up his fingers and leaned back against the headboard, spreading his legs. He felt so exposed, but for some reason that only served to turn him on more, his hole clenching involuntarily as he circled his rim with a finger. Jisung slid in with one smooth stroke, moaning at the intrusion. He pumped his fingers in and out of his hole, the ridges of his knuckles catching slightly on the rim, and added a second finger, letting out small gasps at every thrust.
Jisung glanced back up at Minho, his cock twitching involuntarily as he saw Minho leaning back on his elbows, pumping himself lazily as he traced his gaze over Jisung’s appreciatively, a devious smile curling the corner of his lips as he met eyes with Jisung.
Keeping his eyes on Minho, Jisung added a third finger, moaning at the stretch. His cock was steadily leaking precum onto his stomach, forming a slick puddle next to his navel. He reached deep with his fingers, letting them brush over his prostate with a muffled whimper before he took them out.
“I think I’m ready,” Jisung whispered.
Minho crawled over Jisung, letting Jisung’s thighs frame his hips before he flipped them both so that Jisung was straddling Minho.
Jisung grasped Minho’s cock with one hand, bracing himself on his chest with the other, and let the head of Minho’s cock nudge at his entrance. He chewed on his lower lip, still a bit apprehensive, and glanced at Minho, who gave him a small smile and rubbed his thumbs against Jisung’s hips reassuringly.
Jisung took a steadying breath before sinking down slowly on Minho’s cock, the inexorable stretch making his rim sting slightly. It was definitely bigger than the dildo he had borrowed, but he found that he didn’t really mind the pain; if anything, it almost turned him on even more. He paused for a moment, Minho’s fingers pressing into his waist encouragingly, before sinking all the way down with a choked whimper, immediately biting down on his lip to stop himself.
“Nah-ah, c’mon, baby,” Minho murmured, reaching up to gently pull Jisung’s lip from his teeth, “Let me hear your pretty sounds.”
Jisung flushed even more at that, the tips of his ears bright red. He stayed still for a few moments, letting himself adjust to the stretch and wiggling occasionally just to hear the hitches in Minho’s breath. Minho’s cock filled him up so well, pressing against his walls and stretching his hole in the most achingly delicious way. Jisung couldn’t help but think back to when he had tried the dildo; he had thought that was satisfying, but the heady feeling of Minho’s cock inside of him was so much more.
Bracing his hands on Minho’s chest, Jisung rocked forward with his hips, moaning as Minho’s cock slid against his prostate, so deep inside of him. He paused, squeezing his eyes shut as he clenched around Minho’s cock.
Fuck. Jisung had barely just gotten dick in his ass and he was already so close to finishing again, his limbs weak and a little wobbly as he attempted to lift his hips to ride Minho. He barely managed to get all the way up to the tip before sinking back down, preening on the inside as he cracked his eyes open to see Minho watching him with lidded eyes, filled with heat and desire and want . Minho’s hands tightened around Jisung’s waist as he moved up and down again, letting out a quiet groan as Jisung sank down fully.
Jisung attempted it one more time, only managing to grind back against Minho’s cock before he collapsed on Minho’s chest, body limp and heavy against Minho as he groaned in frustration.
“What is it, baby?” Minho asked, his tone concerned as he tilted Jisung’s face to look at him, “does it hurt? We can stop if you want to.”
“No, no,” Jisung sighed in embarrassment and buried his face into Minho’s neck. “I’m just so close already and my arms and legs just feel so shaky already. I really wanted to do this, but...”
Minho shushed him, carding his fingers through Jisung’s hair.
“That’s fine, baby. I want you to have a good time, okay?”
Minho hooked his arms underneath Jisung’s knees and looped his hands around his back, pulling Jisung’s legs forward and pressing him against them, essentially folding him up so close that his knees were almost at his own shoulders. Jisung’s arms were squished between them, barely enough room for him to reach up and hold onto Minho’s shoulders as Minho began moving, bracing his feet on the bed to get a better angle and pushing into Jisung with shallow thrusts.
Jisung clutched at Minho’s shoulders, mouth hanging open as Minho fucked up into him, jolting whimpers and moans out of him with every thrust. He couldn’t do much more than just hold onto Minho and take it, tilting his head to the side to give Minho more access to his neck. Jisung could feel Minho’s teeth against his skin, biting down with a sting as he groaned against his throat.
“‘M sorry,” Jisung gasped, breaking off with a groan as Minho brushed against his prostate again, “‘m sorry, hyung.”
“Why?” Minho paused for a moment. “You’re doing great, baby.”
“I’m making you do all the work again,” Jisung said, moaning as Minho scratched down his back, “You’re probably tired already.”
“No, it’s fine,” Minho shushed, “you’ve been a good boy, let hyung make it good for you.”
Jisung could only whimper in response as Minho began moving again, fucking into him at a brutal pace, the wet slap of skin on skin stinging against his ass. With this angle, Minho reached so, so deep inside of him, nudging harshly against his prostate and filling him up so well, his hole clenching with every thrust. Jisung could feel his saliva pooling on his tongue and he tried his best to close his mouth, but some dribbled out nonetheless.
“You okay, baby?”
Without realizing it, Jisung’s face was wet with tears, the slow trickles down his face reaching his chin and mixing with the slick of his drool, dripping down his chin and leaving wet trails on Minho’s skin. He blinked back the wetness that was threatening to fall again, nodding and burying his face back into Minho’s shoulder.
“Yeah, it just feels-” Jisung broke off with a gasp as Minho fucked up particularly hard. “It feels too good,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back as Minho raked his nails down Jisung’s back again, “m gonna come, hyung.”
Minho reached up to card a hand through Jisung’s hair, his fingers tangling momentarily through the knots and pulling at Jisung’s scalp. The sting only served to push him even closer to orgasming, and he let out a muffled whimper against Minho’s shoulder as the motion of Minho’s hips grinded his painfully hard cock trapped between their stomachs, precum and lube slicking the friction.
“You can come, baby. You’ve been a good boy,” Minho murmured, licking a line up Jisung’s collarbone to nip at the skin of his neck, “You did such a good job, good boy .”
Jisung tipped over the edge with a choked out whimper, keening as Minho bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder. His hole clenched involuntarily on Minho’s cock as Minho fucked him through the orgasm. Jisung’s nerve endings were bordering on a heady mix of pleasure-pain and oversensitivity as Minho stilled his hips, coming deep inside of Jisung with a groan, finally releasing his bite from Jisung’s skin. Jisung knew that the mark would bruise heavily tomorrow by the leftover ache and Minho seemed to know as well, pressing an apologetic kiss against the blooming purple hickey.
Jisung laid limply on top of Minho, uncaring of how their damp skin rubbed stickily against each other, chests heaving in unison as they caught their breath again. Minho untangled his arms from Jisung’s legs, letting them both relax into more comfortable positions as they cuddled with each other.
Jisung was already starting to drift towards sleep, his eyes sliding closed and cheek pillowed on Minho’s shoulder as he let out a tired, satisfied sigh. Minho shifted slightly and Jisung let out a small, disgruntled whine when the movement caused Minho’s cock to shift inside of Jisung, sparking hints of pleasure-pain in oversensitivity.
“We should probably clean up so we can sleep comfortably, baby,” Minho murmured, petting down the length of Jisung’s back, “I’m assuming you’ll stay over tonight?”
Jisung nodded, mouthing absentmindedly at the crook of Minho’s neck before heaving another deep sigh and rolling himself off of Minho, wincing as he felt the sticky mess between his thighs rub against the blankets. He could feel the cum in his hole begin to leak out and he quickly flipped over onto his stomach.
Jisung felt rather than saw Minho leave to clean himself off, half asleep and dazed, his hazy brain barely registering Minho using a wet towel to clean him off. Minho joined him beneath fresh sheets, looping an arm around his waist loosely. Jisung scooted closer instinctually, feeling Minho tuck more securely into his side before he drifted off to sleep.
Jisung stirred awake when he felt the warm weight beside him shift, then move away, and he reached out blindly to stop Minho from leaving. A hand circled his wrist, gently removing his grasp of Minho’s shirt.
“I’ll be back, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss against Jisung’s forehead, “I left some food out on the counter so go ahead and eat whenever you get up.”
Jisung nodded tiredly, his eyes still squeezed shut, before he flipped to the other side of the bed, bringing the blankets with him in a large cocoon. He could hear a faint giggle before he drifted back to sleep again.
When he finally woke up completely, it was to the room bathed in bright afternoon light, the small gap in the curtains leaving an illuminated stripe across the blankets. Jisung rolled onto his side to grab his phone, checking the time for a moment before he heard the front door click open and the sound of padding feet drawing closer and closer.
Minho opened the door, peering in cautiously until he saw that Jisung was awake. Maybe it was residual horniness from the previous night, but Jisung couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal swirl inside of him, the distinct rush of warmth down to his groin making him pray to whatever higher being that Minho couldn’t see that he was already half hard just at the sight of sweaty Minho in a sleeveless tee.
“Oh,” Minho said, blinking in surprise, “I thought you would’ve gotten up and left by now.”
Jisung stared at him uncomprehendingly until it finally hit him, wincing on the inside as he came to the realization. Minho wanted him gone and he had overstayed his welcome.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, bro. I didn’t set an alarm so I woke up really late but I’ll just get out of your way now,” Jisung said, frantically whipping the sheets off and sitting up.
He ignored the twinge of pain in his lower back as he scooted towards the edge of the bed, only for his thighs to tremble when he tried to stand up, collapsing onto the ground in a messy heap. Fuck. Jisung forgot that he was still naked from last night and he desperately tried to hide his hard on from Minho, his hands barely covering his crotch as he wobbled his way back onto his feet.
Minho paused where he had rushed forward, glancing down at Jisung’s dick before looking back up at him, a glimmer of amusement in his eye.
“You need any help with that?”
“Naw, I’m good, bro,” Jisung said, throwing finger guns at Minho, “I’ll just, uh, see myself out.”
He started towards the bathroom, only to stop again at a twinge of pain shooting up his lower back.
“No, really, baby. I meant it when I said you could stay over,” Minho sighed as he walked over to help steady Jisung, “Why do you think I’m about to kick you out? What happened to all the bravado that I hear about?”
Oh. Jisung looked away in embarrassment as he let Minho help him over to the shower. Minho turned on the water, letting it warm up before motioning for Jisung to get in. Jisung stepped under the warm spray, tilting his head back to let the water wash over his face and he could feel Minho get into the shower with him.
“I guess I’m just… like sure, I have a lot of experience with girls and know how to make them happy but definitely not so much on the… dick side of things,” Jisung sighed, “I just don’t want to disappoint you, bro.”
“You really think I would’ve made so much effort to talk to you and meet up with you if you had been disappointing?” Minho said, his tone slightly admonishing, “You’re a great ...friend and a great lay, even if I’m not used to my sexual partners calling me bro and dude most of the time.”
Jisung winced at that.
“I’m sorry. I’m just so used to it, dude. Wait- fuck.”
“I don’t mind it, baby. It adds to your personality,” Minho said with a smile, “Now turn around, I’ll help you wash your hair.”
Jisung sighed and turned around, tilting his head back to let Minho run shampoo through his hair. They settled in comfortable silence, Jisung reaching up to help rinse the lather out. Minho’s hands left his hair, trailing slowly down Jisung’s body until they reached his ass.
Jisung paused.
“I thought you were going to help wash my hair.”
“I am.”
“...That’s my ass.”
“I don’t hear any complaints?”
“...Okay true.”