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Jisung knows he is the type of person to get stuck on an idea once it gets in his head. It's happened multiple times before, with a certain song lyric, a melody, that one anime he watched that he could never fully get over.
However, he did not foresee getting fixated on a certain members thighs.
Jisung had a problem. All he could think about the past couple days was when a few nights ago, Minho came over to his dorm to watch a movie with Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and him. They put on some random comedy and snuggled up on the couch with some snacks. It was really nice. Except Minho was wearing shorts. Shorts. Now, they were just your regular old pair of cozy pajama shorts, dark grey and loose. But not to Jisung, to Jisung they were... well an awakening of sorts.
Jisung couldn't help but stare at his hyung's glorious legs. The way his muscles flexed everytime he would shift where he sat next to Jisung on the couch. The way the warm yellow light from the kitchen shone on his soft skin.
He also took a second to admire how impressively muscled the older boys legs were, only to be brought out of the nice thought with the urge to sink his teeth into them.
Halfway through the film Minho slung his legs over Jisung, resting his head on Hyunjin's lap. Jisung felt a twinge of jealously there, but then was quickly distracted by the fact that Lee Minho's thighs were currently on his own, bare and smooth and warm. His mind began to wander into dangerous territory. He imagined slicking up Minho's thighs with his favorite well used lube, fucking up in between the soft flesh right there in the living room in front of the others. Jisung imagined licking over the well defined muscles, littering his skin with dark red marks and bites. He wanted Minho to lay down on his stomach and let him knead the backs of his thighs after a long dance practice, and then afterwards let Jisung slide his cock along his hole, never actually pushing in.
He wonders what it would feel like to have Minho flexing his thighs for him. Flexing his thigh for Jisung to ride.
Jisung sighs and trudges into his own room after getting back home, flopping down on his unmade bed to stare at the ceiling. He can feel his hard on forming in his tight jeans after entertaining the idea of Minho bouncing on his cock, sweaty thighs working to bring him up and down on his length. A particular title that Jisung called Minho in his head was the thing that really got him to full hardness, one that makes his face burn in pure shame. Jisung winces when he shifts around on the bed, the friction almost hurting. He tilts his head, eyeing the pillows he has scattered around his sheets. It's been such a long day, and he does have the dorm to himself...
Jisung strips himself of his shirt and lays back on his pillows to pull off his jeans. Relief washes over him as he feels much less restricted in the tight pants, he keeps his boxers on though. He reaches down, feeling shameful when he feels a wet patch already at the front of the navy fabric. Jisung feels so dirty for thinking about his hyung all day at work, thinking up all those fantasies while he tries to work on music. He also feels stupid that it was over something so causal, Minho was just wearing shorts for gods sake, and it's got him this riled up. Embarrassing.
Jisung begins to palm himself slowly, eventually pulling a pillow from behind him to put on his lap. He starts to fuck up into it, unknowing how exactly to do this at first. Jisung isn't one for this kind of foreplay, he usually doesn't have time or is too tired to work himself up like this. Not that he doesn't want to. After pathetically bucking his hips up into the softness for a few minutes, he gets frustrated. He huffs and stops his movements, feeling his eyes already start to water. Jisung tries to think through the arousal. How does he make this feel good? How would Minho do it?
How does he make it feel like it's Minho's thigh?
Taking a shuddering breath in and out, he shakily goes up on his knees, positioning the pillow in between his legs. He sits himself down on it then and oh. Jisung gasps at the pressure, already beginning to rock ever so slightly. The boy lets out a breathless chuckle into the air, and tries to set a slow pace. It feels so fucking good.
"Oh f-fuck." Jisung cannot believe he is doing this right now. He is still embarrassed this is even happening. Minho is his bestfriend, and now he is using him, the idea of him, to get off.
He wants more, needs it. Jisung decides to strip himself of his boxers, now leaving him entirely bare. And then he is back to mounting his pillow, immediately sinking down and grinding to chase the delicious friction, letting out a loud moan into the still air of his room. He can't get enough of the way the cool pillow case feels against his naked cock. Jisung watches his hips move along the fabric, watches as his cock jumps after every thrust, watches how he leaves a trail of precum on his pillow while he moves, only making the sensation feel better against the wetness.
Eventually, his movements become sloppy. Jisung whines pathetically in frustration when he can only get it to feel good every couple of strokes. The pillow is too soft, too malleable, he needs something harder. He needs something more firm, something he can press into until it hurts.
His mind flashes to Minho while still trying every angle he possibly can to make it feel good. He would want Minho to handle him gently, well maybe not in every way. Jisung wants Minho to grab him, leaving bruises from his grip as he moves his hips on top of his thigh. He wants Minho to be rough, but he also wants Minho to tell him how pretty he sounds when Jisung cries out as he bounces his thigh for him. Jisung lets himself imagine Minho kissing up his neck, leaving marks and claiming him as his. He wants to hear Minho call him a good boy, his baby, princess....
"Min- mmm fuck please, Minho."
Jisung continues to whine while deliriously rutting into the cushion, panting harshly. He knows he sounds so desperate, and well, frankly he is desperate.
In fact, so desperate that Jisung doesn't notice when his door creaks open, and none other than Lee Minho enters his room. The younger boy continues to rock down into his pillow, letting out broken moans and continuing to whimper Minho's name. Minho just stands there, eyes wide, in total shock, and frozen not knowing what the fuck to do. He is having a full on crisis because the love of his life is currently naked in front of him riding a pillow while thinking of him, evidently. Minho wants to say something, but he has two options in his mind. Does he apologize and leave, telling Jisung that they can talk about this later? Or does he go along with it, maybe stay long enough to play out whatever fantasy Jisung seems to be having? After a few seconds, he settles on saying-
"Oh, Jisungie baby."
The younger boy practically screams, eyes looking like they are going to pop out of his head. Jisung's face is already turning a bright shade of red as he scrambles to find his shirt in an attempt to cover himself up. He doesn't leave his pillow though, thighs still closing in on it.
"Hyung?! Oh my god. What are you d-doing here?" Jisung says frantically, draping the shirt over his lap and covering his torso as much as he can.
"Just thought I'd come see you after practicing," Minho inches closer to the bed. "Thought maybe we could cuddle up and watch something, seems like you had other plans though, hm?"
Jisung looks down at himself, cheeks heating up even more. "I- I'm so sorry hyung, s-sorry you had to see that."
"Why are you apologizing, jagi?" Minho comes to sit on the bed next to where Jisung is still perched on his pillow. Jisung looks over at him and tries to read Minho's face, he still doesn't know why the older is being so causal about this. This is certainly not the reaction Jisung would expect from someone walking in on him naked, humping his pillow and moaning said persons name. "I'm the one who should be saying sorry, interrupting your little moment there. How did it feel?"
Jisung shivers, meeting Minho's eyes that are darker than what he is usually used to seeing. He looks away quickly though, face burning at the question.
Minho chuckles and shuffles a bit. Jisung's eyes snap towards him then. He watches Minho move up into the bed more, getting settled in and sighing when he rests against the head board, hands clasped in front of him. "Keep going, don't let me stop you."
Jisung's eyes widen even more. "Hyung, what-"
"You heard me," Minho says, then suddenly his expression goes soft, serious. "Unless you don't want to, I can leave right now and pretend this never happened."
"No! N-no, I mean." Jisung huffs, heart beating so fast he thinks he might pass out. Did he hear that right? Minho wants to watch him while he... "Don't wanna stop, hyung can watch."
Minho smiles and leans forward, Jisung flinches a bit, not knowing what he is going to do. Minho just brushes his hair out of his face, leaving his hand to cup his cheek for a second before he returns to sit back again.
"Make yourself feel good, baby."
Baby.
Jisung whines, he doesn't mean to, but Minho is looking at him like he wants to devour him whole and he is saying those things... calling him that name. He can't help but immediately obey and start grinding down into the soft fabric, gasping at the feeling.
He goes slowly, not yet wanting to frantically hump his pillow like he was moments before. Jisung cannot even attempt to look at Minho right now, but he doesn't need to when he can feel his gaze burning into his skin. It's embarrassing, how quickly he falls apart while being under Minho's eyes. It feels good at first again, like how it did when he started before. But then the feeling slowly slips away. He tries not to make too many sounds, biting his lip, but it is getting hard when he begins to feel desperate again.
"Look at me."
Jisung can't help but whimper softly when he finally hears Minho's voice. He shakes his head, eyes glued to the bed's comforter below him and still trying to work his hips into the pillow.
"Jisung." Minho sounds stern, but his voice wavers slightly. "I said look at me, I'm not going to tell you again."
Even though every bone in Jisung's body screams at him to obey his hyung, he can't seem to lift his head and follow the order.
Jisung hears Minho move in front of him on the bed, feeling him lean forward. Jisung tilts his down even more in shame, Minho now peaking up at him, trying to catch his gaze. Jisung whines and look the other way.
"Shy baby." Minho chuckles. "Jisungie, can I touch you more?"
Jisung nods weakly, and he immediately feels Minho's fingers wrap around his jaw, forcing him to look up at the older. He is met with Minho staring down at him now, devilish grin on his face as he says, "I said I wasn't going to tell you again."
Jisung's hips stutter into the pillow, he feels himself leak even more precum at the words and the harsh grip Minho has on him.
“There you go.” Minho purrs out. “You’re so cute, pretty thing.”
He keeps his face there, making him look up. Minho looks fucking divine, gorgeous, godly. He is loving this, seeing Jisung melt right in front of him. Because of him.
"You like fucking your pillow Sungie?"
Jisung whimpers and shakes his head in his hyung's grip, but he still keeps going. His pace quickens and he builds up a consistent speed now. It still doesn't feel right, not what he wants.
"No? You don't? It looks like your having such a good time though." Minho says, Jisung catches the way he sounds out of breath through he teasing tone, despite just sitting there and watching as Jisung ruins himself.
"Oh," Minho comes forward more, now their faces are merely inches apart. "You want something more, is that it?"
Jisung finally nods then, he feels too far gone to deny what he truly wants, what he has been imagining this pillow to be this whole time.
"Tell me what you want, I might give it to you." Minho whispers, Jisung can see his other hand inching closer to his body.
"Want-" Jisung cuts himself off with a moan when he finally drags his cock along the pillow just right. "I was- was thinking about hyung."
"Oh, were you?"
Jisung nods. "Thinking about h-hyungs thighs."
Minho's eyes flutter as he lets out a low groan, swearing under his breath. "I see, you were pretending this pillow was me, weren't you sweetheart?"
"Y-yes." Jisung rolls his hips in circles now, getting more and more needy. "Please hyung-"
"You want to ride my thighs, Jisungie?"
The younger boy nods frantically, whining as he looks into the older's eyes, pleading.
"Come here then, jagi."
Jisung weakly scrambles off the pillow and clambers towards Minho who now has sat back on the head board once again. Minho's hands are on him instantly, grabbing at his waist the steady him. When he goes to straddle the older boy's thigh, he stops before he can close the space. "What about your pants, hyung?"
"What about them? You wanna see me naked that bad, Sung?" Minho laughs.
Jisung can't help but crack a smile, then shyly says, "I don't wanna ruin them."
"Jisung, come sit on my lap right now I don't give a fuck about these stupid pants." Minho reaches for Jisung, grabbing him by the waist to yank him down on his thigh. Jisung lets out a startled gasp which turns into a broken moan when he feels under him what he finally had been wanting for so long. "Besides, I want you to see how messy you get. How you'll ruin my clothes because you're such a messy boy."
Jisung shivers. He is hesitant, but he doesn't get a chance to argue with Minho more, the older boy already guiding his hips along his thigh. Jisung moans and struggles to keep his body upright enough to not be fully collapsed onto Minho.
"Closer." Minho breathes, one hand leaving the boys hips to pull him forward, pressing them chest to chest and leaving Jisung no choice but to hook his arms around Minho's neck. Their faces are inches apart and they breath in each others air. Jisung's brain suddenly registers that he is actually riding Minho's thigh. This was what he has been daydreaming about, those countless scenarios he made up in his head all week. The second thing he realized was that Minho is fully clothed below him while he is completely naked. He tries to picture what that must look like right now. The two of them on his bed, Minho not stripped of a single piece of his clothing while Jisung rocks down on him, bare. The image makes him whine and he can feel Minho grind his hips down for him even harder.
"Thats it, grind your pretty cock on my thigh.” Minho groans, mouth hanging open as he glances down at Jisung's hips. "So much better than that stupid pillow, right baby?"
"Yes- mmm, yes so good." Jisung forces out. Minho removes his hands then to have them travel to his waist, caressing his torso. Jisung stutters and whines, unsure how to keep the rhythm going now that Minho isn't moving his hips.
"Come on, baby. I can't do all the work here." Minho smiles sweetly and looks at him with a glint in his eyes that makes Jisung shudder.
Now that Minho's hands aren't there, Jisung finds it hard to get that same indescribably amazing feeling he felt when Minho was controlling his movements. He once again runs into the same problem. It feels great, obviously, moving on Minho's thigh, but he can't seem to hit the right angles, the right spots. He can't even find a good pace. Jisung whimpers in frustration, wishing he would just do it right. Also, wishing for Minho to just take over again. He doesn't want to think, he wants Minho to decide for him, to take control over him.
"What's wrong Hannie?" Minho purrs. He knows, Jisung knows that he knows. "Is it too much for baby?"
"Hyung," Jisung gasps. "I- hyungie, I can't-"
"Yes, you can, it's okay jagi." Minho says, reaching up to cup Jisung's face with both of his hands. Jisung's heart skips in his chest, the gesture is so tender, so loving. And the way Minho is looking up at him is just the same. "Take your time."
Jisung whines as he tries again, wanting to be good. He takes a deep breath before resuming. The boy drags his cock along Minho's clothed thigh a bit more slowly, just going back and forth. He tries moving his hips in circles, even trying to drag just the tip across. He presses harder, and then softer. Nothing seems to be working, Jisung whimpers as he continues.
"Oh, you're doing it all wrong, sweetheart."
"N-no, I can do better. I can be good." Jisung insists, rocking down faster and not wanting to disappoint Minho. That doesn't help his case though, only making his movements sloppy and barely getting the pressure he desperately needs on his aching length. He ends up collapsing, chest to chest with Minho and his head resting on his shoulder.
"It's okay, poor baby, let hyung show you how to do it. Would you like that?"
Fuck.
Jisung can only nod his head rapidly, panting against Minho's neck and his face heating up at the thought. Lee Minho is asking to ride his thighs. Jisung can't even begin to try and process that.
As much as he would like to keep going, he knows he won't get what he wants this way. He lets himself be shifted on the bed, gently being rested against the head board in a sitting position where Minho once was. He sees Minho strip himself of his joggers, keeping his boxers and t-shirt on, and then his silhouette crowds his blurry vision, coming into focus when he finally settles himself on Jisungs lap. He feels the soft fabric of Minhos boxers on his burning bare skin. Minho leans in, their faces now inches apart.
"Hey," Minho nudges Jisung's nose with his own, he smiles weakly at the touch. "Are you okay with this?"
"Y-yes, yes Min please. Want hyungie to take care of me, to teach me." Jisung can't be bothered to cringe at his words, much less how he sounds. So whiney. So desperate. So far.
Minho, however, seems closer than ever, in every way.
"I will. Don't worry, pretty." Minho smiles sweetly, it's such a beautiful sight that Jisung audibly gasps. "Can I kiss you first?"
Jisung nods, but he is already leaning in himself. He crashes their lips together, expecting a heated exchange and clashing tongues. What he is met with is slow, wet movements of plush lips. The kiss is so warm, so fucking slow and thought out. Jisung can read the intent behind every movement, and revels in the feeling of the older boy's plump upper lip against his own bottom one. Minho is setting the pace, one that Jisung so obediently follows. He can feel his hyung smirk into the kiss when Jisung whines at the wet sounds resonating through the room now. Minho has so much power over him, so much control, it makes Jisung go dumb. He is vaguely aware there are barely any thoughts coursing through his mind like their usually is, just Minho now. Only his Minho hyung. The only person that can make everything stop for him.
When they pull away, a string of drool connects their parted lips. Jisung whines at the sight and shivers when he feels the strand hit his chin.
"You look so beautiful, Jisung." Minho whispers, already moving to incase one of the younger's trembling thighs with his own far more thicker ones. Jisung sighs at the comment, it feels like his heart is going to pour out of his chest. "Hyungie is going to ride you now, okay?"
Jisung nods and swallows deeply, finding it in himself to force out a weak, "Please."
Minho hums, going in for a quick peck on the lips which Jisung chases after as if on instinct. Minho grins. "Make sure to pay attention, you're gonna have to do this too if you want to cum. And no touching, I know you'll get distracted."
Jisung nods, and reluctantly places his hands by his sides to fist the sheets below him. He wants to touch him so bad, the urge being almost too much to resist. However, his overwhelming need to not disappoint his hyung overtakes that.
"Good boy."
Oh fuck.
Minho coos at how Jisung's body seemed to melt at the words, muttering a 'cute' as he rests his own hands at Jisung's shoulders, thumbs moving to caress the sweaty, flushed skin of his collarbones. And then he starts. The first move is euphoric, Jisung did not know his thighs were this sensitive, Minho feels so warm on his thigh. It almost is like Minho is grinding on his cock with the way it feels. Jisung thinks it is mostly to do with the fact that he knows Minho is feeling good. The way his lips part with a gasp when he follows up the first short grind with another slower one, pressing his clothed cock down even more firmly. Minho goes for another drag, actually letting out a moan now as he begins to set a slow pace. Jisung knew Minho's hips were sinful, but the way they work to grind slowly into Jisung's thigh is nothing the younger has ever seen before. Minho moves so smoothly and skilled that all Jisung can do is sit there and watch in awe.
"See how I'm going slow at first." Minho says quietly. Right, Jisung is supposed to be learning. "Trying to see what feels good."
Jisung nods. He watches Minho's hips closely, going dizzy watching them work on his thigh. Jisung looks up when he hears Minho fucking whine. Jisung can't believe he is hearing these sounds come from Minho right now, his mouth parts and he lets out a shaky breath while he tries to remember how to speak.
"You- fuck, you sound so p-pretty, hyung."
Minho smiles, closing his eyes and tilting his head back a bit as he rocks his hips in a steady pace. Jisung decides that this is the most beautiful he has ever looked.
"Aren't you just the sweetest." Minho says, coming back to look down at Jisung once again, eyes glossy. "Thank you, now watch, Sungie. Watch my hips."
Jisung doesn't know if he even can watch. Any longer and he thinks he might cum from just the sight of Minho. His hips continue to roll in consistent grinds on Jisung's naked thigh. Minho lets out those sweet moans over and over every time when he rocks forward, and whines out when he drags his groin back. He isn't going too fast, but not too slow either. And his motions are so fluid, Jisung is in a trance. He can now conceptualize how painfully hard he is himself, leaking in his own lap. Jisung feels a pool of his warm precum forming against his skin. He can't seem to ask for anything, though, too focused on Minho and how absolutely blissful he looks sitting on top of him.
"D-do you feel good, Min?"
"Yes, baby- fuck. So good, letting me use you like this. Such a good boy."
Jisung whines, so high pitched he could say he almost squeaked. His face burns at his embarrassing reaction to the words. "Yeah, baby likes to be used? You like the idea of hyung using you?"
"Y-yes, please? Hyung can- you can do anything you want to me." Jisung pants out, head spinning. He means it too, every word.
"Fucking hell, Sungie."
Jisung wants to touch Minho everywhere, wants to grab at his waist and knead at his working thighs like he had envisioned before, but he isn't allowed to. Minho seems to read the younger's mind. Without saying anything, he pulls Jisung's hands from the tops of his legs to guide them behind him. It takes Jisung a second to realize that Minho wants him to grab his ass. He is quick to sink his fingers into the plushness, groaning when Minho moans above him. Fuck, he feels so good under his hands.
"That's it, don't be shy. You're allowed to touch hyung anywhere you want now, a treat for being such a good toy for me."
Jisung whimpers loudly, the sound just tapering off into consistent whines when he continues to play with the flesh. Toy, Minho's toy.
"Yours. Your toy." Jisung moans, breaking into a whine when Minho brings a hand to his face to thumb along Jisung's bottom lip, looking down at the younger with such an overwhelming amount of lust.
"Mine."
The older's movements begin to speed up then, seemingly having found the perfect angle for his cock to rub against Jisung's thigh. Minho is no better at trying to keep in his sounds, his moans echo through the small room. Jisung thinks he can listen to him all day.
He suddenly feels a hand on his neglected cock, letting out a sound close to a sob. Minho giggles, fucking giggles. His hand is merely hovering on Jisung's dick, and it's making him go insane. Jisung feels Minho's index finger lightly skim across the head of his cock for just a split second, and he cries out at the touch. He tries to make Minho lose his mind as well with the last bit of coherent thought he has, pressing the older's hips down with the bit of strength he has left in his arms. Minho gasps, rocking back and forth faster.
It's all too much, the sight of Minho literally getting himself off on his thigh, the sounds of the bed rocking and the sheets rustling, Minho's pretty moans getting more and more whiney and desperate, the feeling of his hyung's hand on his length. Minho looks down at him, jaw slack and eyes lidded in bliss, and he lets out the most sinful, beautiful sound that Jisung has ever heard along with a breathless-
"Jisungie."
Jisung cums with a cry, spilling onto his own stomach and all over Minhos hand. He pants and whines and moans through it, the pleasure coursing through his body seemingly going on and on. Jisung just fucking came, essentially untouched, while watching Minho ride him. His head is cloudy as he comes down from his high.
"Oh god, Jisung, fuck." Minho moans, shuddering above him and keeping up his rapid pace. "Poor thing, barely even had to touch you."
All Jisung can do is whine helplessly into Minho's mouth, which apparently has connected with his. They kiss lazily, more like Minho is kissing him, Jisung can't even muster up enough energy to properly reciprocate. Minho moans, his hand coming to stroke Jisung's cheek, wiping away the tears that had escaped without him knowing.
"You just sit there and look pretty while hyung finishes. Just lie there and take it, okay?"
Fuck, Jisung will never get tired of Minho speaking to him this way.
"Yes, yes please please-"
Minho begins to lose control above him, Jisung can feel him shake while he works his hips. "Fuck, you're so fucking good, Jisung."
"M'good." Jisung smiles, looking up at Minho through his teary eyes, absolutely delirious. "Good boy for hyungie."
“Yes you are, pretty baby." Minho braces his hands on Jisung's shoulder, his nails digging into his skin. Jisung knows he is close. "Sungie, I'm gonna- mmm, gonna cum."
"Please- use me. Want hyung to cum. Cum all over Sungie, want it-"
"Oh, fuck-"
Minho's body tenses as he releases in his boxers. His face contorts into a beautiful expression of pure pleasure, eyebrows bunching together and upturned. Minho rocks himself through it, pressing down his hips in firm rolls into Jisung's trembling thigh. Jisung watches his slick bottom lip quiver as he continues to spill into his boxers, beautiful whines slipping out. He pants as he does a few more grinds before his hips stutter in overstimulation. Minho collapses into Jisung, the younger's hands automatically wrapping around him to pull him closer. They both shake in their embrace while they come down from their highs, and Jisung feels Minho's hand brush through his hair and then fall to hold the side of his face.
"Fuck." Minho whispers, his hot breath fanning over Jisung's neck. Minho lifts his head then to look at Jisung's face, hand still cradling his cheek. "Hannie-"
Jisung blinks rapidly and tries to meet Minho's eyes, face burning in embarrassment. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Oh, sweetheart, it's okay."
"M'sorry, hyung just looked so good, sounded so pretty. Felt too good."
"Don't you dare apologize." Minho sighs and kisses him softly while petting his face. He pulls away and looks right into Jisung's eyes, so fond. "That was amazing, you did amazing. Did you feel good?"
"Y-yes, but-" Jisung lets out a little hiccup, he didn't even realize he was still crying. "It's embarrassing, w-wanted to be good-"
"You are good. Such a good boy." Minho presses their foreheads together, nuzzling their noses against each other. "Fuck, that was so hot Sung, you have no idea."
"Really?"
"Yes, jagi." Minho presses a kiss to his temple then, smiling down at him. "It's okay, you're okay."
They stay like that for a minute, Minho soothingly running his hand through his hair while they breath in each other's air. Minho slips in a couple of kisses to Jisung's cheek bones, one on his forehead again, another on his lips. Jisung feels better as he gets showered with tender kisses. He comes back a bit from his deep headspace, but still feels a little floaty.
Minho glances down in between them and Jisung doesn't miss the way his cheeks turn a little red. "Gotta clean you up, sweetheart."
Minho goes to move off of his lap, Jisung whines in protest. He weakly raises his arms to grab at Minho's waist to try to pull him back. "Noooo don't go-"
"I'll be right back, whiny baby." Minho gets off of him anyways, Jisung not currently strong enough to hold him down. "Just going to the bathroom. I'll only be like 15 seconds."
"Okay." Jisung huffs. He already misses Minho's weight on him, the warmth he brought. "M' gonna count, better be back here before I'm done."
Minho laughs, standing at the side of the bed now. He leans down to steal another kiss. "You're so adorable."
Sure enough, Minho is back within 15 seconds, he took 13 seconds to be exact according to Jisung's countdown. Jisung lays back as Minho works to clean off the cum from his tummy with a damp cloth. He notices that Minho has stolen a pair of his shorts from his dresser and has put them on. He probably took them on his way out and cleaned himself off in the bathroom. Minho gives him another peck once he has finished wiping down Jisung. He comes on the bed now, laying down on his back next to Jisung. He maneuvers the younger to cuddle into his side. Minho moves his hand to rest at the side of his face and Jisung turns slightly to kiss Minho's palm, smiling into it. Jisung still feels floaty, but is coherent enough to realize-
"I didn't even do what you said." Jisung blurts out into the air.
"What do you mean?" Minho asks.
"I- I didn't get to do what I learned." Jisung blushes, hiding his face into Minho's chest. "I didn't get to r-ride you."
"Oh." Minho says, Jisung can tell he is already smirking. The older cranes Jisung's face up to his, reaching down to peck him on the lips and pulling away to say-
"Guess you'll just have to show me next time if you paid any attention."