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Seungmin quite enjoys playing games, honestly. Computer games, board games, sports. Anything that can potentially reward him with victory and satisfaction in the end. Anything that allows him even the slightest chance to let out that competitive spirit of his that otherwise tends to stay hidden deep down inside, to get his adrenaline pumping and his heart racing a little.
He finds them a lot of fun, and in his free time he can often be found slaving away at whatever game may have peaked his interest at that moment.
Jisung, on the other hand? Not so much. He likes to conserve his energy if he's alone. If humans were capable of hibernating, Seungmin's sure Jisung would be doing that, and not just during the winter season.
He's terrible at ball sports (possibly all sports out there, actually, but Seungmin can't say for sure yet. Soccer, baseball, basketball and badminton can be crossed off the list though), and video games aren't exactly his style. That's not to say that he doesn't at least try to play them, because he certainly does try. (And Seungmin appreciates him for trying! Really! Even if it pains him a little to watch how awful he is at handling a ball.)
Jisung is a good sport though, always big smiles and loud laughter regardless of how badly he may be losing or embarrassing himself because any time spent with friends is a good time to him. Which tends to make Seungmin feel better about it, since the last thing he'd want is for Jisung to be unhappy while playing games with them.
It's why he becomes so excited the moment he manages to come up with a game they'll both truly enjoy. One that leaves them both strung up and on edge for weeks. It's kinda silly. A little 'hormonal college student that just moved out of their parent's house-esque,' even though they're not college students and they've lived with the other boys for years, and have been dating for ages. That being said, they can't seem to keep their hands off of each other, so they might as well fit into that category anyways.
The main premise of the game is to see how long the both of them can last without sex while spending every possible opportunity teasing each other to see who'll snap first.
It's both a good idea and a bad idea all in one. Good, because it's fun and it leaves Seungmin's heart beating hard in his chest to be able to tease Jisung and then leave him horny for him.
Bad, because Seungmin's resolve is getting weaker and weaker with each day that passes by. The sexual tension that lingers in the air every time they're in a room together is heavy.
There are rules to this game, however. Making out is fine, and they can touch each other as long as it's not around a dick or a nipple (which Jisung certainly loves to take advantage of, brushing his fingers up against Seungmin's neck whenever he's pressed close). They're allowed to masturbate too, just not together.
Jisung sticks to sending him KakaoTalk messages that say thinkin of u and photos of him grasping at his hard-on through his pants, but not much more than that. Never much more than that.
Sometimes they sext a little because the pictures end up setting Seungmin off and he can't stop himself from replying. Things like "is that for me?" and "god, I want you in my mouth," — messages that make Seungmin's whole face feel hot to be typing out on his phone. He knows Jisung enjoys that kind of stuff though, cringy sex talk and all. He plays into it to try to see if Jisung will end up wanting more. It never works.
The point is, those interactions end there. Jisung doesn't even let him know if he came or not, and Seungmin doesn't tell Jisung when he spills onto his fist and lets out a choked moan of Jisung's name into his pillow. Neither of them invite each other over either, because that would mean admitting defeat, and Seungmin is determined to have Jisung break first even if it means putting off the railing of a lifetime that's waiting for him once the game ends.
It's a win-win situation, really, but there's pride on the line, and the both of them have a lot of that mixed in with their competitive spirits.
So, yeah. That's where they're at right now. Technically.
Literally? Well, Jisung has Seungmin pinned up against a wall and his tongue down his throat and every time Jisung pulls away just to press those lips to his neck instead, he can't help but moan.
It's driving him a little crazy, having Jisung so close, at the palms of his hands and yet being unable to do much more than grab at his arms and his clothes and his hair. He wants to do more. Wants to have the weight of Jisung's cock in his hand.
Jisung nips at his skin and slides a hand up to Seungmin's neck, squeezing lightly. When Seungmin swallows, he can feel the bob of his Adam's apple against Jisung's palm. "Are you ready to admit your defeat yet, Seungmin-ah?" Jisung asks, his dark gaze twinkling in the light.
It's been a few weeks since they started this game and admittedly, Seungmin can feel the end getting closer and closer. They're both pent up and sensitive to every single small touch that Seungmin can do as little as squeeze Jisung's thigh underneath a table and have him tenting in his pants within seconds. He won't last much longer.
Seungmin knows just how to make him lose it, too. He's just been waiting a little. You know, for the right moment.
Seungmin cups Jisung's face. Brushes his thumb over his lips, watches as he parts them for him only for Seungmin to drop his hand afterwards. "What defeat? I don't see myself losing anytime soon."
"No?" Jisung blinks at him and fakes a little pout that Seungmin nearly surges forward to kiss. "But you look just about ready to drop to your knees for me?"
Seungmin smiles. The corners of his eyes crinkle with it. "Is that what you want? Do you want your cock in my mouth, Jisung?" The grip Jisung has on his neck is so loose that he lets his hand trail down Seungmin's chest when Seungmin pulls him closer and it jostles him. "It'd be nice, wouldn't it? How long has it been since I last sucked you off?"
Jisung gaze flickers down to Seungmin's lips and he knows Jisung's imagining it now; the slide of Seungmin's tongue up the length of his dick, the purse of his mouth around the tip, the way he moans when he's taking Jisung into his mouth.
Jisung clears his throat and says, "too long."
"Long enough for you to ask me to do it now?"
There's a moment in which Jisung stays silent, one that stretches on for so long that Seungmin nearly thinks Jisung's going to say fuck it and give up right then and there, but then Jisung lets out a shuddering breath and shakes his head. "No. I can wait a little longer."
Seungmin knows that he can't, though. He's a string pulled too tight, a string only seconds away from snapping. Seungmin just needs to pull a little harder.
The last time they had sex feels like ages ago. He knows Jisung craves the warmth of Seungmin's body against his, craves the touch of his bare skin beneath his fingertips. And Seungmin wants it too.
He thinks it's time.
"Hyung," Seungmin breathes out, eyes wide and round, a perfect picture of innocence on his face though his thoughts are anything but. He grabs at Jisung's wrist with one hand. The other goes to tug at the hem of Jisung's shirt. Jisung's breath stutters. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
"That's— that's not fair," Jisung chokes. He's so tense his body is barely moving, save for the rise and fall of his chest. His face is pink, and he stares at the wall right beside Seungmin's head rather than Seungmin himself.
"What's not fair?" Seungmin asks, tilting his head in the cute little way that puppies do.
"You - you're evil," Jisung says through gritted teeth. His fingers clench into a fist. "Using my kink against me. You want to win that badly?"
The corner of Seungmin's mouth quirks up. The smile that spreads across his face might as well be considered blinding with the way his eyes light up with it. "So you do have a hyung kink?"
Jisung's face falls. He tries to pull away but Seungmin tightens his grasp on his wrist and shoves his other hand underneath Jisung's shirt, pressing his palm against his stomach. It tenses under his touch. "No," he lies. Quite terribly, by the way. No one would ever believe him. Seungmin certainly doesn't.
"It's okay if you do," Seungmin says, "I think it's cute."
"Cute?!" Jisung cries. He looks like he wants to dig a hole and bury himself in it for the next 24 hours, but there's no way Seungmin would let him do that. Not until he has the needy, passionate marathon sex he knows is waiting for him at the end of this game. Maybe even minutes away at this point. "You think the thing that turns me on is cute?"
"I think everything about you is cute!"
"God. That's even worse."
Seungmin bursts into little giggles that Jisung tries to frown at, only to fail when a smile takes over instead. Seungmin shifts and slots his knee slightly in between Jisung's legs but doesn't dare to push it any closer. "It's hot too though. Maybe we could try it out a bit today, if hyung wants me."
"Shit," Jisung groans. He stumbles forward and tucks his face into the crook of Seungmin's neck and breathes in deeply. Whether it's to ground himself or just to cloud himself with the smell of Seungmin's cologne, Seungmin is unsure. "Hyung wants you so bad, baby."
"Fuck me," Seungmin says, "show me what you wanted to do while you were in bed after sending me your nudes."
Jisung grabs at Seungmin's waist through the fabric of his shirt, fingers digging into his skin. A second later and he's pushing his thigh up against Seungmin's bulge when he moves to grind his own against Seungmin's leg. A clear forfeit. Seungmin's breath hitches. His cock twitches in his pants. "Okay. Fuck. Okay, fine. You win. I'm going to fuck you, but I'm gonna do it right here and you are not allowed to complain about it. The next time we do this, I'll win, just you wait."
"If you say so," Seungmin mumbles, far too preoccupied with unbuckling Jisung's belt and unzipping his pants to bother with teasing him much further. He shoves them down Jisung's thighs and grabs at his hard dick through his boxers, delighting in the pleased moan Jisung lets out at finally being touched by someone other than himself.
"Hyung thought about you every night," Jisung mutters against his skin, in between the kissing and the biting he does at Seungmin's collarbone. "It was torture, you know. Couldn't touch you. Couldn't even cuddle with you. You've ruined me."
The heat that shoots up Seungmin's spine at those words should be embarrassing for him, but it's not. He enjoys hearing how much he affects Jisung. Loves knowing that during these past few weeks, all he really wanted was Seungmin. He knows that Jisung loves him to death but it's always nice to be reminded of just how much.
"Every night?" Seungmin asks, "really?" He licks his lips. Glances at Jisung shyly.
Jisung hums and steps back to pull his shirt off, dropping it onto the floor along with his pants, and then he works on tugging Seungmin's clothes off too. "Most nights. I thought about your mouth and your hands. I thought about you in my bed, underneath me... Did you fuck yourself on that dildo I got you for your birthday, Minnie-ya? Did you wish it was me instead?"
"Maybe I did," Seungmin smiles but Jisung is quick to wipe it off his face by cupping his cheek and kissing him. Jisung bites at his lip and Seungmin whimpers. He grabs at Seungmin's now bare ass. Squeezes.
"That's hot as fuck, baby. Do you need me to prep you still, or—?"
"No," Seungmin says, "no, just fuck me. Come on, just get your dick in me already." He wraps his fingers around Jisung's dick and strokes until Jisung's gasping, spreading the pre-cum around with the pad of his thumb.
"Ah, shit. But - lube? C-Condom?" Jisung stutters. "Seungmin—"
"Hyung," Seungmin whines. "Please."
Jisung practically growls. He slides his hands down to the back of Seungmin's thighs and says, "jump, baby," and as soon as Seungmin wraps his legs around him, he lines himself up.
Seungmin's not usually this impatient. He likes the foreplay, and he definitely likes having Jisung slide his fingers deep inside him to stretch him out, but considering the circumstances, he thinks he deserves a bit of slack. A dildo is no match for the heat and the heart fluttering feeling a real cock can bring. He doesn't need to be prepped anyways, he's sure he did enough of that just last night while he soaked his pillow with pleasure tears.
The slide in is a little dry. The pre-cum isn't enough, so it stings a bit when Jisung presses him against the wall and slowly pushes inside, but Seungmin's never going to forget the warm, choked moan that tumbles from Jisung's mouth when the heat of Seungmin's body encases his dick. In fact, he thinks he might just store that sound in his brain and think about it during lonely nights in his room.
He might regret forgoing the condom when he's wet and sticky afterwards, but for now all he cares about is getting railed into next week with all the pent up arousal in Jisung's body. He knows Jisung will help clean him up well anyways.
Seungmin weaves his fingers into Jisung's hair and leans forward enough to press his cheek against Jisung's, moaning into his ear as Jisung fucks him. His arms strain with the weight of Seungmin's body and the quick movement of his thrusts, though it's far from the first time he's shown off his strength by holding Seungmin up above the ground. They both know he can handle it. After all, what's the point in him working out so much if he's not going to use it to fuck Seungmin in a place other than their beds? That'd be boring. And Jisung is far from boring.
"Missed you so much," Jisung grunts, "need you to ride me after this."
"Wh - whatever hyung wants, mmh, I'll do it," Seungmin says.
The laugh Jisung lets out is short and choked. His grip on Seungmin's thighs is bruising. He's going to find so much glee in looking at those marks later. "I think you're trying to kill your hyung, Seungmin-ah."
Seungmin tugs hard at his hair and Jisung's hips stutter. "'M not trying to do anything. Just want hyung to make me come."
"Already?" Jisung asks.
Just the first of many, Seungmin thinks. "We have all night," Seungmin says, "you want me to ride you after. You'll make me come again, don't worry. I need this. Just like you needed it."
He can already imagine how sore his body will be when morning comes but that only serves to turn him on even more. The ache of his body will keep him reminded of this very moment, of Jisung's heavy panting and his thick cock sliding in and out of his body the way he likes it, fast and rough. He gets jostled against the wall and his feet dangle in the air and he can't stop the noises that fill the room. The moans and the groans and the squelching and the slap of skin.
He doesn't dare try to snake a hand down in between their bodies to touch himself. Jisung's never dropped him before, but sometimes the fear is still there, lingering in the back of his mind. He'd rather come untouched than risk shifting his weight the wrong way for even a split second.
Jisung keeps mumbling. He says fuck and Seungminnie and so good because it's the only way he can express how much pleasure he's feeling, being able to rut into Seungmin like he's a sex toy.
The praising is his go-to. Seungmin's hardly even doing anything. In fact, Jisung's doing all the work, but it's instinctual for him to tell Seungmin that his body feels good and that he's doing so well for him. For his hyung. (God, maybe Seungmin's starting to develop a kink for calling Jisung hyung. He should be lucky Jisung's only 8 days older than him.)
Jisung's cock nudges against his prostate and the sound Seungmin makes can only really be considered a cry, rather than a moan.
"Close?" Jisung asks. There's a hint of surprise in his tone but Seungmin can hear the poorly concealed tease seeping through with it too. It's ridiculous how good sex with Jisung can feel.
"Shut up," Seungmin says. "Haven't had sex in weeks, I don't know if you realize that or not..."
"That's— fuck, that's crazy," Jisung says, "Where has your boyfriend been?"
Seungmin rolls his eyes. He thinks his legs are trembling a little bit in Jisung's hold. He slides his hands out of Jisung's hair and down to his shoulders, squeezing tightly. "I returned him. Had the receipt and everything, and then I came back home with some man who nearly busts in his pants at the sound of the word hyung."
"Okay," Jisung huffs, "that's enough."
Seungmin fakes a frown, though his eyes are still bright and he's still feeling the constant pleasure shooting up his spine. "What's wrong, hyung?"
Jisung ignores him. He shifts Seungmin's weight in his arms and tucks his face into Seungmin's neck as he quickens his thrusts, no longer pushing in as deep with every movement because he's far too focused on hitting Seungmin's prostate instead.
"Come for hyung," Jisung says, his voice low and deep, and Seungmin is embarrassed to admit that it only takes a few more properly aimed thrusts for him to do exactly that.
The cum spurts onto his chest and in between their bodies and he takes in shuddering gasps just to try to catch his breath from the onslaught of pleasure. Jisung follows shortly after, spilling inside of Seungmin's body with a satisfied groan.
They spend a few minutes pressed against the wall like that, quiet, basking in each other's warmth and the afterglow of their orgasms, and when Jisung pulls out and sets Seungmin back down on the ground, Seungmin's legs buckle underneath him. Jisung's quick to catch him, biting back the laugh that bubbles up in his throat when Seungmin glares at him. He can already feel the cum dripping out of his hole and down his thighs. The mess makes him wince.
"Can you take me to the shower?" Seungmin asks, just a tiny bit embarrassed knowing he won't be able to walk there himself.
Jisung takes it in stride though, scooping Seungmin back up into his arms and making his way over to the bathroom to clean the both of them off. He deposits Seungmin in the shower and locks the bathroom door.
The warm spray of water feels heavenly on Seungmin's body and Jisung's touch is gentle when he brushes his hands over Seungmin's thighs and his hips, wiping him off with the wash cloth. They share a few soft kisses and although their touch on each other's body has no deeper intent than getting each other clean right now, Seungmin knows it won't be long before he starts to sink to his knees to mouth at Jisung's cock. He can get him hard again within seconds. His mouth waters a little at the thought of it.
The tiles in the shower are harsh on Seungmin's knees. This, he knows from experience. Still, he thinks he'd be more than willing to sacrifice a bit of comfort just to feel the weight of Jisung's dick on his tongue.
Jisung kisses gently at his neck, and he smiles sweetly at him, and Seungmin thinks, this is going to be a long night.