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It all started with those five whispered words on a lazy morning. Minho, in all honesty in the world, didn't expect his boyfriend to listen to that. He was absolutely sure he was in the deepest of slumbers when Minho snuggled closer to him. Hugging the small and warm body from behind and pressing his mouth to the scented neck. I want to marry you, Minho said. The sentence came out of his mouth as naturally as possible, and before he could stop or back down, Jisung was turning towards him, his face just awake with his eyes wide and swollen.
And Minho couldn't even be considered an impulsive guy. To be honest, he hardly acted on impulse. He hated to regret anything and so he used to think a lot before doing anything, but there, for a split second, he thought he had just made a big mistake.
Talking about the future of their relationship was something they both did quite often. Planning, imagining what life would be like after ten years, how many dogs, and how many cats they would have. The word "marriage" was something that started to come up more often when they realized that silly high school dating was, in fact, much more than silly high school dating. But despite arguing about making that relationship official with a ring and all, the idea was very far, always pushed into the distant future. But there, at that moment, Minho felt his spine freeze with fear at his boyfriend's reaction. What if he didn't really want to get married? What if he was the only one to take all those plans seriously?
Suddenly, he thought of answering that it was just a joke, that Minho wanted to see Jisung's reaction when he heard a proposal, but he couldn't because… well, it was the absolute truth. Minho really wanted to marry Jisung. Minho wanted a family with him. Minho wanted to join things with Jisung's and get a bigger house so they could sleep and wake up every day like that, hugging each other. Minho wanted to sit at a table at night and have dinner with candles and have a kitchen that wasn't just a stove and a counter with a sink. And a bathroom that could fit both inside so they could love each other the same way he saw in the romance movies Jisung had him watch for so long.
That day, the next, or any other.
Minho was so afraid of what Jisung was going to say that when the boy reached Minho's hand under the sheets and held it, Minho felt his heartbeat completely out of step in his chest. Beside him, Minho felt like he was in a constant irregular heartbeat.
“Do you really want to marry me?” Jisung asked quietly, even though his tone was naturally loud. At no time did his voice fails to be soft and loving.
Minho didn't answer right away, instead, he joined his body even more with his boyfriend's and placed an almost tender kiss on the back of his neck.
“Mmmm, I do…” he whispered, nuzzling Jisung's fragrant neck. It was as if he would never get sick of the soft and sweet smell he had. Jisung was Minho's home. It was the place he always wanted to return to at the end of the day. “And you? Will you marry me?”
Jisung was silent for a few seconds. Minho was sure he could feel his heart beating like crazy against his back, starting to feel slightly stupid with all that conversation. What was Minho thinking? They were under twenty-five, living in a tiny three-room apartment, and hadn't even graduated from college yet. But damn… They didn't need much. Minho didn't need much. Jisung was his world, his jar of happiness, and he was sure that beside him he didn't need luxuries or grandiosities. He liked the little place they lived in because they had built it together, worked hard to get every small thing in there, and also because each room told a different story they lived through.
Then Jisung turned over in bed lazily, tucking their legs under the covers and resting his chin on Minho's chest. He had messy hair and his eyes were almost closing. And Minho, who was sure he couldn't love him even more than he already did, was surprised every time he realized that, yes, he could. Jisung was beautiful in every possible and unimaginable way. His heart sank whenever he thought about the possibility of losing him someday—even though Jisung said it was completely impossible.
“Baby…” Jisung's voice was almost breathless. He reached up and touched one of his boyfriend's reddened cheeks, then rubbed the skin until he touched one of his ears. Jisung knew that it soothed Minho and that it was an affection he liked to receive. “Are you serious?”
Unlike the other question, Minho responded quickly this time.
“Yes.”
The smile that the boyfriend then opened was huge, and Minho found himself smiling too. Jisung has always been very clear with his attitudes and feelings. It was very easy to read him.
“You are unbelievable, Minho. Unbelievable.”
Minho blinked both eyes several times, trying to take in what it meant. Was he being indirectly rejected?
“You did not answer my question…”
“What question?”
Minho bit the corner of his lower lip, looking at the bedroom window.
“If you want to marry me.”
Gently, Minho had his face held and turned by both of his boyfriend's hands. Jisung had a tricky smile on his mouth, looking at him with the look of a child creating problems that only he could have. Calmly and without saying a single word, he settled himself in the older man's lap, thin thighs holding him in place, and slowly sealed his lips. Automatically, Minho's hands went against his bare legs, scratching the smooth skin of his thighs as the kiss gained intensity. The mouths dragged slowly in a sensual kiss and full of feelings. Jisung's hands grabbing her boyfriend's blond hair, and Minho crossing the barriers of the shirt he was wearing, feeling the heat in his fingertips.
Their bodies moved in sync, both aware of what each one liked until Minho was moaning against Jisung's mocking smile, hard-on under his ass.
“Are you trying to evade my question by teasing me like that?”
“I’m not evading from the question…” Jisung whispered, his mouth so close to Minho's neck that he could feel his lips moving directly on his skin. “Actually, you proposing to me made me horny.”
“You're horny…” Minho laughed in response. Unbelievable.
“Yep,” Jisung's tongue circled his boyfriend's ear, putting a wet kiss on the temple, and then the faces facing each other so close that the panting breaths were lost between them. “It was so nice to hear baby… so nice…”
“Are you kidding me?” Minho asked, a thin line formed in the middle of his forehead. He ran his hands down Jisung's narrow back and squeezed his ass tightly until the buttock was red and squeezed between the spaces of his fingers. “If you are…”
Jisung closed his eyes, biting his mouth to suppress a moan that was too loud. They hadn't even taken off their clothes yet, and he already felt like he was about to explode with desire. It was probably too early, and he didn't want to cause trouble with the neighbors with his moans.
“I'm not,” He replied, panting. Minho's short fingers dug into his underwear, pulling down until his ass was completely bare. “Everything about you makes me like this…”
“I can't believe you're still a horny little thing even when I'm proposing to you.”
“Shh…” Jisung muttered, rolling slowly in his boyfriend's lap. “Focus on me.”
He kissed him, long and hard. Minho's tongue slid into his mouth slowly, sinfully. Jisung's body trembled as Minho gripped his jaw, leaning down to merge his mouth with his even more intensely. When they finally pulled away, both eyes were dark and bright.
“Now answer me, Jisung.”
Minho's fingers still gripping his jaw, forcing him to face him. Jisung laughed, holding his jaw back.
“Are you getting mad at me?”
"Yes."
"Mmmm so hot."
Minho rolled his eyes, starting to really lose patience with Jisung. He didn't fucking understand any of that Jisung's game.
“I won't ask you again to answer me, you know.”
“If I answer…” he muttered, shoving his hands inside Minho's baggy shirt and leaning over to put his mouth on one of Minho's collarbones. He slid his fingers down his stomach, between their bodies, down to the waistband of his pants, rubbing his fingers over the layer of hair and touching his warm cock. “Are you going to fuck me silly later?”
Minho laughed, disbelieving his boyfriend's ability to piss him off and make him completely mad. Depending on the answer, he was going to fuck him. Punish his ass for making him so desperate. Make him redeem himself for every second he lost.
“You're going to pay me for making me wait.”
The promise made Jisung even more jumpy, nervous, a little scared, but no less excited. He looked right at his boyfriend's face, watching him through half-closed eyes as he moved his hand around his cock in a slow handjob.
“You are so impatient.”
“I'll finish you off. Listen to me.”
“Therefore…”
Jisung giggled, getting off his boyfriend's lap to settle between his legs. Jisung's ass was out of his underwear, swinging in the air as he tried to get Minho's pants off with one hand. With his other hand, he massaged Minho's cock slowly, the way he knew it made him nervous. The older one closed his eyes, not believing what his boyfriend was about to do. He was crazy.
With his mouth very close to wrapping Minho's cock, Jisung whispered:
“Yes, I will marry you.”