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Jisung didn't know when something so supposedly subtle had started making him lose his mind. He didn't realise how many times in the past hours, since they had been on set, had he nearly lost his shit and wanted so badly to jump on his boyfriend. His overly hot, pretty boyfriend that looked at him like that.
Looked at him like there was nothing else in this world when it was him, staring at his every move with those eyes that never gave way to what he was thinking. So hazy, unreadable yet tantalising. And whenever their eyes would meet, Minho would flash that gentle smirk. The muscles in his cheek flexing and a slight tilt of his head. God.
You can't blame Jisung for wanting to drag Minho to the nearest bathroom or closet just to drop on his knees and beg that he does something- at this point, everything- to him till he's nothing but a dumb cockslut.
Well- he was already a slut, to be honest. He just wanted to be a fucked dumb slut.
Like right now.
Now; when Minho was leaning against a table, his hip jutted out against the corner. Just staring at him as he flitted around with Seungmin on his back. He could see the elder through his peripheral vision, smiling as he observed no one but Jisung.
Hell, this was driving him insane.
Jisung turned towards his hyung, immediately meeting sharp, slim eyes. Paired with the softest of smiles as Minho realised he had been caught, again.
Han smiled back, winking jokingly and dramatically. He relished the chuckle that raked through Minho's body, visible from the distance. The grin on his lips grew wider even when he turned away to respond to the manager that had started speaking to him.
Yet the younger man stared for a bit more, hoisting Seungmin higher on his back. Finally turning away to carry the boy to the leader, who stood the talking to Hyunjin and Felix, his arm around Changbin's wide shoulders.
"...weeks. Can you believe it?" Chan was saying, as he shakes Changbin violently, "An entire week. Like god, FINALLY!"
Felix was grinning his sunshine grin and repeated, "An entire week. Wow- that literally sounds like a dream. I can already think of everything I'm gonna do, omg."
"Still, we deserve more." Hyunjin whined, arms crossed. "Please, hyungs, bargain with 'em. A week sounds like too much but not enoooough."
Changbin smiled, shaking his head at the youngsters, "We are on a tight schedule, Hyun. Too much to do but not enough time." Seungmin, who was still clinging to Jisung, slid off. Pulling the slightly older man's hair while doing so. Han yelped, rubbing his scalp and turning to glare at the offender.
"We have a week off?" Seungmin asked, rolling his shoulder. Chan nodded, all giddy, "Luxurious, long seven days off, not a single company call, no managers, no cameras. Doesn't that sound weird?"
Jisung hummed, "It's been so long, seriously. Another day and I was gonna stomp into the CEO's office."
"You could take your scary boyfriend with you. He'll do the trick." Hyunjin said, jerking his head to Minho. Said scary boyfriend was absentmindedly fluffing the maknae's hair, bouncing it with shiny eyes as he admired the free will he was granted. Jeongin really didn't seem to care though, finger swiping across his screen in a practiced manner.
Chan snorted, the same thing on his mind as Jisung, "Scary?" He said, glancing at Hyunjin who looked offended when he saw what was happening between the youngest and the second eldest.
"That's not fair!! He's being so nice to Innie! He was glaring at me just a while ago. What did I ever do?" The tall blonde complained, completely leaning against Felix.
"You existing is a problem to him." Changbin said, checking his nails to come off as.... careless, "Plus you were openly flirting with Jisung. Minho hyung doesn't take that lightly."
"You were flirting?" Both Jisung and Felix asked at the same time, each as clueless as the other.
"Heck no, I was NOT! I only complemented Jisung. Lixie, my angel, I swear that's it." Hyunjin immediately defended himself, turning to his boyfriend with an exasperated face. Yet Felix just nodded slowly, giving his birthday twin a once over, teasing, "I don't blame you, Jinnie. Sung does look yummy today."
"Yeah, no wonder Minho hyung keeps eye-fucking you."
Jisung gasped as the others simultaneously whistled like a bunch of immature teenagers, stupid grins stretching on their lips. He rounded on Seungmin, confused and embarrassed, "What- Seung- he was not eye.. fucking me!"
"Nah, he does and has been. But whenever you look his way, he starts smiling like a damn cat who got attention from their favourite person. It's disgusting to see." Jisung's face burned as Seungmin finished. The surrounding members giggled into their hands, Chan's face stuffed into Changbin's shoulder as his body racked with amused laughter.
"That's so not true. Minho hyung is-"
"I'm what?" The black haired man spun quickly to see the same man they were talking about approaching him, Jeongin right behind him.
Speak of the fucking devil.
Han huffed, returning his head to look at the floor in between their irregular shaped circle. He jolted slightly when he felt an arm slither around his waist, coming to squeeze softly just above his hips. The gesture causing butterflies to erupt in his tummy. Minho pulled Jisung closer to himself and away from Seungmin who had a ridiculously obvious shit-eating smirk on his face that clearly said "I told you so".
"Sung was praising how good you look, hyung." Felix said, his expression being a dead give away that he was trying his best to not start snorting in laughter.
However, Jisung gasped, "No I wasn't!"
"Oh, so I don't look good today?" The man said, raising a smooth eyebrow and god damn. The man looked absolutely beautiful, so much that he was losing his mind. And that tight grip on his waist, you can't blame him for stumbling over his words.
Jisung did try to hide it at that moment, really he did. Eyes sweeping down the elder's body. The tight, zip up T-shirt, hugging his torso so deliciously. Its zip slowly but surely inching its way down, revealing the strong chest muscles underneath. Tucked into a pair of loose fitting pants, held with a thick belt, that still couldn't hide his boyfriend's bulging thighs. He wore chunky boots that made him appear taller than he already was.
This wasn't really good for his needy, horny brain.
"Yes- I mean, no- you-" Jisung shut his mouth and cleared his throat. He prayed his little 'checking out my drop dead gorgeous lover' sesh hadn't been picked up by the others before gathering his fucking words and continuing, "Hyung. You look very handsome. Now please, all of you shut up."
Right at the moment, Jisung thanked whatever entity above when their manager called out to them. All of them started moving towards their management, still equipped with those stupid smiles. Jisung stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily.
The hand on his hip was still there, so he turned to look up at the man that it belonged to.
He felt his breath hitch.
Minho was, for the millionth time today, staring at him. His eyes narrowed, allowing a dark shadow to cover them almost like his irises were entirely black. There was no smirk, no smile on his face as he glared the younger man down. Usually, when their eyes would meet, Minho would cease whatever this was and smile. Yet this time, his eyebrows twitched downwards, a visible clench in his jaw.
Jisung felt breathless, endlessly captivated at that moment. As if there was nothing around them but haze and fog. His heart was pounding in his chest.
Fuck.
Someone just looking at him shouldn't have this extreme effect on him.
"Hyung..." The little whisper left his mouth involuntarily. Yet it seemed to wake Minho up from the daze he was in. His eyes widened slightly at the redness of Jisung's face and finally, he smiled.
"You look pretty, Hannie." He muttered, hand softly started to stroke his hip, "So very pretty. Just wanna see this prettiness spread on my bed. The way I want it."
Jisung gasped, the bold yet gently spoken words took him by surprise, "Hyung... Don't say that.."
"Do you not want that, my pretty?" Minha said, cocking his head to the side, the arm around his waist pulling him closer.
Genuinely, Jisung was losing his brain. This wasn't good for his horny thoughts, really. But he decided if this was an invitation to get what he wanted, he was fucking taking it. The younger huffed a quiet, timid laugh, "I don't think I can wait 'till we get home.. What are you going to do about that?"
Minho clenched his jaw, fingers digging into his skin while the other came up to slide up his bicep. He gave a strained smile, eyes trailing up his exposed chest, "Don't say things that imply something you can't and won't be able to handle."
The younger's face burned at the thought. He really wanted his hyung, it didn't matter if he could handle it. That wasn't the concern.
"Minho and Jisung! Hurry!!" They snapped out of their little bubble, quickly moving away slightly as their manager stood watching them with his hands on his hips.
"I'll make sure to continue this, here. Before we get home." The dark haired man whispered in his ear one last time, pulling away as if nothing had even been said. "Don't scream if someone pulls you into a dark room, okay?"
"Wha–"
"Another minute delay and I'm adding a daily report phone call to your off week. Both of you!!"
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The recording went quite smoothly, not too many takes as all the men were in the zone. Pumped to get started with their vacation. Since they were finished with their schedules quicker than anticipated, they were free to do whatever they wanted, to go wherever they wanted.
Jisung heard something about Jeongin, Changbin and Seungmin leaving for a BBQ place, the youngest two swinging their hands carelessly. They promised to bring the others takeout. Chan mumbled something about sleep and proceeded to clock out on the sofa right after changing (and getting smothered by kisses from Changbin). Hyunjin and Felix sat in their little corner, hoods over their heads as they quietly enjoyed each other's presence. Eyes on the same phone, yet in complete silence.
However, Minho stayed quiet.
Jisung was on the sofa opposite to a sleeping Chan, phone in hand as he texted his mother and father simultaneously but in private chats, for some reason. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Minho get up silently, bag slung over his shoulder and leave.
The earlier words of his hyung stuck in his head like bubblegum to hair. It wouldn't get out until he did something about it.
He quickly wrote his goodbyes to his parents, followed by a crying heart from his father and a long voice message from his mother that he barely listened to. He got up quickly, mobile now in pocket when he pulled his mask and hood up.
Stalking out of their dressing room, he walked quietly. The buzzing of the air conditioner faded with the muffled slam of the door. He glanced in both directions, not sure where Minho could've pranced off to.
In the back of his mind, a voice egged him to start walking left. So he started walking in the opposite direction.
Every room on either side he passed by was accompanied by either the quiet buzzing of voices and music, or complete dead silence. It came to the point where he debated just calling Minho to tell him where he was. To finish this little chase he was indulging himself in. But he didn't need to do that.
As he rounded a corner into a random hallway, walking past a few commonly used vending machines. A door flew open, nearly slamming into his face. Yet he was 'saved' by someone yanking him into the same room.
Jisung didn't scream.
The hands on his neck and wrist felt too familiar, something he felt and knew too well. He looked up, eyes met with those same narrowed ones that had been on him the entirety of the day. Strands of dark hair falling out onto his face, grazing on the surface of a black mask.
"Hey sweetheart."
Minho's quiet but cocky voice graced his ears, the hand on his wrist falling down to rub his side soothingly. Jisung hummed, smiling up at him from underneath his mask, "Hi."
"Were you looking for me?" The younger nodded hastily, his own hands inching up the broad shoulders of the man in front of him.
"Needed to see you."
Minho cooed, "Awe but sweetheart, you've been seeing me all day today. How much more can you want to see me?"
Jisung huffed, feeling his own hot breath ricochet against his lips, yet neither of them made a move to pull down his mask.
"Needed t' feel you, hyung. I wanted to feel what you wanted to do to me."
"Oh?" The elder let out a harsh but shaky breath before continuing, "Do you remember what I said to you earlier? Was my sweet boy thinking about what I meant?"
The nod he received from Jisung was eager. Needy. Excited.
Minho smiled. The hand massaging his neck trailed up to pull down his mask, revealing the younger's soft lips that were already slick with his own saliva.
"What do you want, hm?" Jisung's mouth fell open slowly, feeling the elder's hot breath on his wet lips. He chased after him, only getting a reprimanding hum in return.
"You." Was the word the left him in the form of a whine, "Please hyung. I want you."
Minho only chuckled, leaning back to stare as Jisung advanced. "You have me, my sweets. You need to tell me... what you want me to do to you."
"Everything."
The elder man replied in a hiss, eyes fluttered shut. God, the thoughts flooding his dirty mind at that mere whimper were concerning. It was worrisome how quickly he had made up his mind to ruin the shorter one. To push and hold him down and have his way with his pretty man.
He pulled himself together for a brief moment to ask through gritted teeth, "Yeah? Everything? Do you even realise what I want to do to you?"
There was a stretched out whine from the younger, "Hyung, I don't care. Please just– please–"
He was quickly silenced by Minho's impatient lips on his, pressing together with bruising intensity. Jisung didn't delay in reciprocating the kiss even by a second, arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible.
The elder's hands envelope his thin waist. His body lithe and ready in his hands. He pulled Jisung's crotch right against his, groaning into their eager kiss. He swallowed Jisung's surprised moan, grinding his hips forward just so slowly.
He could feel Jisung's hard on pressing against his thigh, so as the ever understanding boyfriend he was, he nudged that very thigh in between the other's. He pushed it up roughly, eliciting another muffled groan from Jisung.
The younger man was pressed up against him, not a single centimetre of space between them at any point as Jisung grinded his hips forward against his thick thigh. Small whimpers escaping and getting lost against Minho's lips. Both their hearts beating hard and fast in their chests, the breaths that left their lips hot and heavy.
Jisung dropped his head back against the locked door as his thrusts got faster. He released small gasps while Minho pressed his mouth against the little skin revealed by his hoodie. He could hear his blood in his own ears as the other man's moans got louder and higher in pitch.
Digging his teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder, Minho relished the sudden jolt snapping through the younger's body. His thrusts stuttered as Minho bit and sucked, unrelenting. Neither of them cared about the obvious consequences these fresh bruising marks would bring, in fact, they wanted people to see.
See what they were, see what they had done a hundred times before and will continue to do.
To see what they meant to one another.
Jisung grunted, trying to look at his hyung with little difficulty, "H-Hyung, 'M close! So close–" Immediately, Minho pulled his thigh away. Completely letting go of the younger's heavy body. The groan that left the other's mouth was guttural, bucking his hips against nothing but air as Minho backed away slowly, eyes burning into Jisung's disheveled state.
He hadn't even started and his sweetheart was a dirty mess.
"No! Hyung p-please.. I need you. Please!" Minho smiled, strained, at the clear desperate begs leaving the other's mouth.
"I didn't even do anything yet and you are already cumming. C'mon, my sweets, you can do better than that." He teased, turning around with a nonchalant shrug as he walked to the sofa opposite the door, dropping down onto it. He unhooked the mask from his ears, unzipping his dark blue hoodie to reveal the thin white shirt underneath. His knees spread wide apart as his gaze continued to sear into his boyfriend's fragile being.
Jisung's chest heaved from the harsh breaths, trying to calm down from his high. His cock ached. He had decided that he would fall into a riot if he doesn't get his hyung's hands on him this instant.
An annoyed grunt escaped his mouth, starting to walk towards Minho's man spread legs. He pulled off his mask, followed by his dark hoodie and released both of them onto the floor of the resting room. He was left in his black full sleeve shirt and sweatpants, his shoes also left on the small pile.
"Well, aren't you impatient?" Minho chuffed, cocking his head to the side while he leaned back relaxed. Staring up into the hooded eyes of the man he loved so much as said man came to a halt between his legs.
"Course I'm impatient. You keep teasing me. And, for your information, it's not funny." Jisung huffed, leaning down closer to Minho's face as his hands slid across his wide thighs. He was met with Minho's overly amused face, a grin etched upon those very lips that have and still haunt his mind endlessly.
"That's disappointing." Minho chuckled, not reacting as Jisung's firm hands got a bit too close to his crotch, "I think it's quite funny. You bless me with the prettiest reactions, it really fuels my imagination, hm."
The younger scoffed, all that shyness and submission nowhere to be found as his fingers tightened around the other's meaty thighs, "Why imagine when you can have me for real? Right here on this very sofa. You can admit it if you're just weak, hyung"
Jisung ignored how Minho's eyes darkened, heart bouncing in excitement, and continued, "You were all talk, hm? Telling me I wouldn't be able to handle it and what not. But look hyung, I'm handling it quite well." He smirked, leaning so close that their noses almost collided, "Well. I guess.. you're the one that can't handle me."
He leaned back, fingers tickling like feathers across his legs, "It's fine though. Nobody really has to know how much of a pussy you are. This can stay between u–"
He didn't get to complete his mocking sentence.
Not When Minho had launched off the sofa, grabbing his wrists just to slam him into the nearest wall. Jisung shrieked when his cheek came into contact with the wall so roughly. His arms were immediately folded behind his back as Minho's strong and firm hand held them there.
Jisung winced at the pain in both his shoulders and face. Yet he could feel Minho's erratic, heavy breaths right next to his ear, he knew his cock was twitching at the sudden manhandling. Something that never failed to turn him on.
"What a slut." Minho hissed, pushing Jisung against the wall once again with his own body, ensuring his crotch was pressed up against it, "So fucking impatient and needy that you can't even wait a minute."
"You–"
"Shut the fuck up." Was the harsh response, Minho's free hand coming in front of his body to pull the knot tying his sweatpants, "You wanted to get fucked, right? I'll fuck you. I'll make sure you can't understand anything for days after I'm done with you. I'll make sure that the only thing on your mind will be how my cock felt in your needy little hole."
Jisung's face burned. If he had known that all he needed to do to get Minho to ruin his body was to ridicule him just a little bit, God knows how quickly he would've done so. Those words had a very very obvious reaction to his body. He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and felt the throbbing heat that passed over his cock.
Minho scoffed loudly, "Such a whore. I'm sure I can make you come just by talking filthy, hm? Talk down on you til you cum all over the wall. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His hand quickly pulled Jisung's loose sweatpants down, followed by his underwear as they dropped around his ankles. He whimpered, his cock springing to slap against the cold wall.
The elder didn't even let him speak as he lifted the hem of his shirt, stuffing it between his parted lips, "You'll keep that there. If you release it, I'll leave you here."
He didn't get a response and stilled. Jisung's shoulders were rising and falling rapidly, little hiccups taking through his body.
Minho's heart dropped.
He immediately let go of the younger's wrists, resulting in a barely audible whine from the other. He tried to turn him around to see his face but Jisung was firm. Resisting his attempts.
"Sungie? 'M sorry. Are you okay?" The elder whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss onto Jisung's nape, gentle. He didn't mean to be so rude, fuck. He fucked up.
"...n't stop." The mumble was so quiet and soft that Minho didn't understand it. He continued apologising, "I'm really sorry. I know I was too rough, I'm so so so–"
"Please!" The loud cry from Jisung caused him to still, "I-I really liked it, hyung. I did! I know we don't do this much but please don't stop...."
The elder was hesitant and taken aback, "...are you sure? You aren't hurt?"
Jisung turned his head slightly, "I've never been so sure in my entire life. No, I'm not hurt. But I will be if you don't continue."
"Really –"
"Yes hyung! If I don't like it, I'll use our safe word."
"You promise?"
"Yes."
Minho was still for a moment, the fingers underneath his shirt slowly rubbing circles into the smooth skin. He pressed down onto his waist, hearing a quiet hum. He knew he had been so mean out of nowhere, without any warning but Jisung was encouraging him to be cruel.
He'd honestly rather die than disappoint his sweetheart.
"You like it when I'm rough, hm? When I'm mean and embarrass you for wanting?" He only got a nod so he clicked his tongue, "Words, sweetheart."
"Yeah. I l-love it."
"Of course you do." He mumbled, pulling the younger's shirt off all the way and tossing it into the already existing pile. He stared at the sight before him, his mouth salivating.
Jisung's shoulders were broad, the result of hitting the gym with his two 3Racha hyungs. Yet his waist was so impossibly slim as it spread further into wide hips. His ass was round, pale and unmarked. The man was bracing his head against the wall. The darkness in the room only allowed Minho to appreciate him as much. The light from the tall windows letting him see all that he wanted to see.
His boyfriend. The love of his life. The very man that every inch of his being longed to be with.
He pressed one last bruising kiss to his flushed nape, using his tongue to glide over the skin. While his fingers trailed to his hard cock, pressing into the skin to make sure Jisung felt it.
Minho smiled when his fingers finally came in contact with the other's dick, admiring the reaction it got out of him. Jisung moaned loudly, his back arching which caused his head to fall against Minho's shoulder. Said man's strokes were unrelenting, fast and hard from the get go. The dry friction should've been uncomfortable but the copious amount of precum from the younger's tip made the slide slick and desirable.
"My pretty boy," He whispered into the younger's ear over his loud, frantic cries, "Does it feel good?"
Jisung turned his head to face Minho's jaw, pressing his lips against it to try and muffle the sounds, "S-So good! Feels so– hngh– good!"
The elder hummed, pressing a lasting kiss onto his temple, wrist moving ruthlessly quick over Jisung's now slick cock. A smile stretched on his lips as the trembling body in his arms spasmed, Jisung's hips thrusting wildly into his fist.
The younger man's body twitched, his fumbling hands coming to grip Minho's wrist. His palms were sweaty as he tried to stop his hyung, not wanting to come so early into the night. He knew Minho would be characteristically gentle and soothing if he did, not wanting to overstimulate him or hurt him.
But Minho only tsked, stopping quickly to swat his hand away gently, "Relax my sweets. It's fine." Jisung groaned deeply from where his lips were pressed to Minho's sweaty and pale neck.
"Are you close, my sweets?"
"Ahng!– so close! Hyung, please." Despite his mindless beg, Minho slowed his movements. His other hand sliding to his hips to keep him in place. He pecked Jisung's cheek at the whiny complaint.
"Hm, you think you can go more than one orgasm? I think you're pretty tired from today." The younger man whimpered, shaking his head violently. He needed to prove–
"No! I know I can, hy-hyung. I prom-ise." His voice cracked when Minho's warm hand immediately continued its strokes. This time with a goal; to ruin him.
It wasn't even a minute later than Jisung was cumming onto the wall and Minho's hand with a muffled scream, his chest pushed out as the elder held him firmly. His airy moans turned into heavy breaths, head not moving from where it rested against his boyfriend's shoulder. A haze covered the brown irises of the younger, the teary surface representing every minimal ray of light by bright white dots.
"...beautiful." Was Minho's silent praise into the otherwise silent room, Jisung hummed. Minho wiped off the release on his hand with a handkerchief, avoiding it touching his clothes because he didn't have any other garments to change into.
"'ts was too good." Jisung mumbled, hand reaching to cup Minho's apple cheek while pressing a kiss to the other, weakly rising up on his tiptoes. He pressed his back to the other's firm, thick chest and smiled back, "Thank you."
"Awe, my sweetheart. Don't thank me." The dancer's hands were back on him, rubbing his v line, hips and thighs. His voice low and sincere, "I'm not done with you yet."
Jisung lazily smiled, slowly turning to face him on trembling weak legs. The hand stayed cupping his cheek while he pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his boyfriend's lips, "What are you waiting for, hmm?"
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Minho really was only waiting for Jisung to recover from his high, but the man's earnest begs and whimpers to fuck him really deprived him of the patience he promised himself.
Admittedly, Lee Minho was a weak weak man.
That explains their current status.
Jisung laid on the soft couch, face first and on his knees. His face buried into a cushion that he clutched tightly, staining it with his large tears while his hips and ass were raised up for Minho to see. The aforementioned man sat comfortably, with his face buried in between the other's ass cheeks.
This should've been embarrassing. The presenting position he was pulled into, allowing his handsome boyfriend to have his way with him. How he was completely naked and trembling, yet Minho sat fully clothed. The material of his hoodie, soft against his strong thighs. Minho was taking his time, it already had been more than 20 minutes, as he licked and sucked on the plush thighs of the younger.
The brunette let out a frustrated cry as Minho pushed his tongue into his puffy rim, again and again. His plump ass and thighs covered with bite marks and hickeys, as well as the telling prints of Minho's hands and finger nails.
The elder thrust his tongue with a practiced yet mean pace. Pushing it deeper and then pulling out to lap at the irritated, red hole that glistened with his spit. He switched between pressing the tips of his fingers, just to breach his walls or full on fucking the pretty man with his thick fingers till his body started squirming. Yet he wasn't letting him cum.
And as time stretched on, that started pissing Jisung off.
He hiccuped into the poor cushion, arms weaved underneath it to pull it right against his face while his fingers dug into the fluff. Tears of annoyance, need, stimulation wetting its smooth brown cover, he needed Minho to stop playing around or he was going to start full on sobbing.
Minho, on a much happier and content note, leaned back to stare at his work. One hand pulled a round cheek aside while the other worked three fingers in and out till the knuckle. Jisung's hole was swollen, shining with saliva as it squeezed around the width of his fingers.
The elder knew he wasn't going to last long inside of his beautiful boyfriend if he kept on like this, but he was too immersed in admiring the pliant beauty underneath him.
"My well mannered slut." He grinned, pushing his fingers impossibly deep and simultaneously smacking a hand on his cheek. He hummed at the squeak and jump from Jisung, soothing a hand over the burning skin.
"Hngh– hyung, w-why are you– ack!" The poor man couldn't complete nor complain as Minho's practiced fingers finally came to rub directly against his prostrate. Jisung hissed into the pillow, hips twitching at the sudden strike of pleasure coursing through his body. Was his hyung finally bored with the teasing?
"What were you saying, sweetheart?" He cooed, now purposefully continuing his teasing ministrations, "Were you complaining? How sad. Just when I called you good mannered."
Jisung grunted angrily, "Ahng– Stop i-it hyung. Please lemme– Ah– come! Please!"
The dancer clicked his tongue, fingers coming to a stop inside his body, "Won't it be too mu–"
The younger, however, turned his head to the side for Minho to accurately hear his angry chuff, "No, it won't be too much. I told you, hyung... If it feels wrong.. I'll tell you. I promise."
Minho was silent, staring down at the other's sweaty body with analyzing eyes. His eyes fell back to his fingers where they were plunged into his hole, and curtly smiled.
"Alright. Feel free to cry."
Jisung didn't reply, he couldn't when Minho's fingers picked up a brutal pace directly against his prostrate. Rubbing against it meanly it full on pressing against it, punching constant ah ah ahs from the pretty man. His open mouth pressed against the cushion once more as he cried into it, body convulsing as he felt himself nearly his high for the second time that night.
His stomach burned as it contracted, hips shaking when the all too familiar heat filled his abdomen.
He gasped when Minho nudged the fourth finger in suddenly, the stretch torturous but needed. That was the breaking point.
Jisung screamed into the cushion, hips bucking wildly as he came hard for the second time. Ropes of cum staining the sofa, a sticky reminder. The man blinked, trying the clear the black dots that were appearing in his vision. He breathed harshly, raising his face to inhale as if it hurt him.
His body trembled while Minho rubbed his hands across his warm, marked skin. Soothing him and calming him from his second high of the night, he knew there were still more to come. He tried ignoring his painful boner straining against his sweatpants as he ran his fingers across the span of Jisung's back and thighs. His eyes never strayed from the mess of saliva in between the younger's ass cheeks, even if he willed himself to.
"How are you feeling, love?" He murmured, voice gentle.
Jisung only let out a sound, "great.. too good." He slurred round heaving breaths and drool. He relaxed on the sofa, wiggling his ass unknowingly.
Suddenly, there was a heavy pressure on his hole, pressing into it just enough for Jisung to feel it. And he felt too much of it. He squeaked, surprised, whipping around to see Minho staring at his behind, his thick, large cock in his hand as he rubbed its leaking tip all over the younger's hole.
"Hy-hyung!" He squealed, back arching harshly when Minho pressed in enough for the large, bulbous head to just breach the tight and wet rim of his hole. The man grinned, loving the way the younger's hole sucked him in desperately.
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" He asked, trailing his fingers across Jisung's twitching body, listening to his whimpers and whines as he stilled. He could feel the heat of the man's entrance and his dick throbbed.
"Y-Yes! Please, f-fuck me!"
Minho hummed.
He slammed his cock into the smaller man, emitting a scream that shook his entire body. He trembled around the elder, thighs ready to give away if not for Minho's determined hands holding up his hips. Jisung's face was stuffed in the pillow when Minho leaned over him, chest to back to press rushed, needy kisses on his flushed nape and shoulder.
He nibbled on the other's ear, the sobs leaving Jisung much clearer now despite being buried in the cushion. Minho rolled his hips slow in a circle, the noises leaving his boyfriend becoming louder.
"You love this, hm? Being stuffed full by my cock in the company building. Anyone who passes by can hear your pathetic screams for more." He said into the man's red ear, licking right below it, "But you love it so much. I don't think you care."
Jisung just cried. Minho wasn't wrong.
"A filthy, hungry whore is all you are." He hissed through gritted teeth as he leaned back to start actually fucking Jisung.
"Ngh– y-you're no.. mph– better."
Minho stopped immediately, raising an eyebrow at the slurred words. But they were clear enough for him to understand.
"Oh? What was that?" He teased, fingers digging into the plush meat on his ass, "I'm no better, is that what you said?"
Jisung gritted his teeth, frustrated tears bubbling in his eyes. This was too much, the heavy weight inside of him, the pleasure, the ache in his dick. He needed Minho to move. But no, his lovely boyfriend wants to play these games.
"M-Minho, please–"
"No. Answer me." The younger man huffed. If he wanted an answer, he'll get an answer.
"You're j-just as bad as me. You couldn't e-even wait 'til we got home. If I'm all you say I-I am, then you're just that too!"
Minho was silent.
God, that scared the shit out of Jisung. His hands were still on his hips, before he was pulling out. Jisung whined at the speed and emptiness just when he was flipped roughly onto his back.
Minho stared down at him, shadows cast dangerously over his eyes, his brown irises darker than ever, even though he had a smile on his lips.
Jisung gulped.
"Sure, maybe I'm all I said." The smaller man squealed as Minho easily lifted up his hips, guiding his huge cock to the other's already fucked hole. Jisung thighs trembled from where they caged Minho in between them, anticipating.
"Maybe I'm even worse." He grinned, plunging his dick into the man spread so prettily underneath him. Jisung's mouth fell open, eyes rolling back, yet no sound came out even when Minho picked a brutal pace, fucking him into next week, "'Cuz i want everything from you. Even if you can't give it to me."
He slammed in to him, so deep in that the imprint of his dick bulged on the younger's lower belly. He hissed at the sight, pressing his hand onto it. Jisung finally threw his head back, fat tears leaving his eyes continuously as he scratched the previously smooth surface of the coach.
"Guess I'll just have to take."
Minho's thrusts were ruthless, pumping his cock in and out the younger so fast and so quick that his pliant body rocked on the couch. Sweat shining on his marked skin in the limited light, as he twitched. Said poor lighting made the bulge on his tummy so painfully obvious that it was driving Minho too close to the edge, too quick.
He always knew his boyfriend's cute body was too small for him, for his cock, too lithe and fragile for the things Minho wanted to do to him. Every thrust hitting the right places inside Jisung, it was already too much for him. Due to the two orgasms he already went through that night, he was even more sensitive than he was before. God, what was Minho planning to do?
"D-Don't get biggER–" Jisung sobbed loudly when Minho pressed right against his prostrate, again and again. He grabbed onto Minho's flexing thighs, digging his fingernails into the firm flesh. Yet his boyfriend was unrelenting.
Pulling his veiny cock out all the way just to slam in even harsher than the last, relishing in the arch of the younger's back. The hands he used to hold the younger's hips up for the absolute thrashing he was giving him, bruising the skin underneath.
Minho suddenly let go of him, only to grab his waist and put a hand on the small of his back to lift him into his own arms while he knelt on the couch. Jisung moaned loudly at the new position, arms immediately wrapping around the elder's neck to pull him close enough to bury his face into his neck.
"Close?" Jisung's nods were warning, sinking his teeth into the man's shoulder while his fingers shook in Minho's soft hair.
"Good." He whispered, bucking his hips up constantly into the other's wet, tight heat, "Ask me to stop. If it's too much."
The younger man hissed, head dropping back when Minho reached even deeper into him. His boyfriend used the opportunity to latch onto his neck, sucking in marks he should be careful about while he continued to use the younger's body for his own pleasure.
"'M c-coming! Hyung!" He hissed as the third orgasm raked through his body, leaving him the most overwhelmed and sensitive he's ever been. His cum coating both their stomachs, the sticky feeling not noticed by either.
Yet Minho didn't stop.
He drove his impossibly hard cock faster into the younger's twitching heat. Chasing his release, he was so close yet he held himself. He needed to see his boyfriend an overstimulated, weeping mess. It always felt like a reward hearing the mewls, seeing those pleasured tears on the younger's round cheeks. Hearing the overwhelmed begs to slow down but not stop.
It drove Minho crazier than ever.
Jisung was silent, no sound leaving his mouth. It couldn't, he was feeling too much. So much he couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. All he knew is that he liked it, loved it so much that he couldn't even think. Not that he had been able to since Minho put his hands on him.
Minho pinned him down on the sofa, hovering over his saliva and tear drenched face with a look of awe. Jisung hiccuped harshly, breathing becoming a difficult job for him. Yet his hyung only smiled, then leaned down to lick into his open mouth.
"You feel so good.." He mumbled against the literally brain fucked man's lips, bitting onto the bottom one, only to tug teasingly. His thrusts slowed, yet pushed in so unbelievably deep, hips pressed against thighs.
"Hngh– haah, hy-hyu– ah!" Jisung was gone. Not a single thought in his head, his jumbled words constantly being cut off by cute hiccups.
"Awe, I really fucked you dumb, hm? Can't think about anything, c-can you my sweets?" Minho didn't expect a response and sighed when he actually didn't get one. However it was not a sigh of disappointment, instead a sigh of feeling.
Because he, too, felt so much.
He pushed in deeper, as deep as he could go and groaned at the feeling.
"T-Too much– anh. I– 'oo much!"
If Minho heard, he didn't respond making Jisung sob harder. Nails scratching the other's broad shoulders while his legs trembling, the bump on his belly so terrifyingly visible. It grew and shrunk with Minho's movements, his slow, dragging and tantalising movements.
"I'm so close, s-sweetheart," Minho hissed, dropping his heavy head against the younger's shaking shoulders, "Do you want it insid–"
"Yes!! Please M-Minho, ah– pleASE!!"
The elder grunted, pinning Jisung down with his body as he buried himself to the hilt. The tight feeling in his stomach unravelling as he came hard. Thick ropes of hot cum shooting into the younger, so intense. Jisung's eyes rolled back in his head, body falling dangerously limp.
Minho breathed heavily, lowering both him and his knocked out boyfriend onto the couch shakily. His body shook with adrenaline as he looked closely at Jisung's sleeping face.
"My gorgeous boy.." He whispered, trailing the tip of his fingers across his tear streaked cheek, soft like a feather. He pressed a kiss to the other cheek, then his nose, and finally his lips before slowly detaching himself.
Jisung grumbled when he pulled out his softening cock, body twitching once before stilling. Minho was not surprised by the younger's sudden deep state of sleep. He tended to do this when overwhelmed or extremely tired and today, he was both.
Minho smiled.
He lived for this very man.
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