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On Saturday evenings, if they can get the chance, Jisung and Minho scroll through Netflix and watch the first movie they like the poster of, no questions asked.
It's a Wednesday evening this time, they have a concert on Saturday, so movie night was rescheduled to an earlier date. Today they're watching a short, European romance series, and it's not an exaggeration to say that the spicy scenes are plenty and... exciting.
The two of them are settled nicely on Minho's bed, cuddled close with Jisung practically melted against Minho's side, the older's arm wrapped around his shoulder. It's all nice and cozy, the only problem is that Jisung has started squirming and wiggling every now and then, more often than he normally does, and it's starting to bother Minho a little.
Another sex scene comes, and Jisung awkwardly shuffles in his place again. Minho clicks his tongue with annoyance.
"Jisung."
He warns, the younger blinks up at him with his big brown eyes like a child caught stealing cookies.
"What is it with you today? Are you bored?"
"Um- No, hyung. It's nothing."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, d-don't worry about it. Let's just watch."
Minho doesn't push. Jisung's squirming does stop for a while, but then there's another raunchy scene and here goes Jisung's legs.
"Jisung."
Minho warns him, and Jisung groans in frustration, nodding his head and rubbing his knees together. Minho looks at the screen again, where the topless woman's lover has crawled between her legs, shot from the back. Then the angle cuts to her face, tongue running over red lips.
"It's embarrassing..."
Jisung says finally, Minho laughs, a little mean.
"What? You got a boner or something?"
"Hey!"
Jisung elbows him so hard in his side that Minho topples over himself with the pain, groaning and rubbing his side to ease it off.
"You know I don't have a dick. How can I get a boner?"
"My bad, okay. Hyung forgot. Don't be mad at me."
Minho tries to hug him to chase away The Pout™️, but Jisung just shrugs him off, crossing his arms and sulking.
"Baby,"
Minho tries again, sighing when Jisung doesn't budge.
"You know it would be okay if you had a dick and it was hard right now. It's just me here, and these actors have some serious chem, don't you think?"
His efforts of softening Jisung's front doesn't seem very effective, Jisung only shrugs stubbornly in return. The sex scene is still playing, Jisung hunches his shoulders and makes himself smaller against Minho's side.
"Hyung."
"Hm?"
Minho wraps his arm around him again, absentmindedly caressing his shoulder.
"Not a boner, but,"
Jisung says, blushing furiously.
"What if I have a vagina, and it's wet."
Minho feels his face heat up as well, surprised with the younger's honesty. The two of them don't really talk about inherently sexual things aside from lighthearted jokes here and there, so it does catch him off guard.
"Oh."
Minhos ends up saying. He lets his train of thought circle a few rounds inside his mind tracks before deciding on saying:
"Well, since I can't physically see it like a boner, I don't think it should be something I'd have to reassure you about?"
"Right."
Jisung deadpans, squinting at his face before settling back against the pillows they propped up against the bed frame.
The episode carries on, and they're quiet, and Jisung isn't squirming anymore, so Minho thinks it's safe to say all's well now—
"Hyung."
"Yes, honey?"
"I'm so wet I can feel it slicking down my ass crack."
Okay. Okay. Minho swallows thickly. He has no idea how he can respond to that. He's not exactly the expert on vagina mechanics, quite the opposite, in fact.
"Damn."
He settles on saying, because, damn, it must feel uncomfortable for Jisung. No wonder he keeps squirming like that. Minho kind of feels sorry for him now, when he thinks about it.
And then Minho actually does think about it. About how vaginas and penises are different from each other in so many ways, even in terms of the types of inconveniences they cause.
Boners, for example, can be perceived by outsiders easily, thus causing social problems for the boner-bearer. But the whole wetness deal with vaginas is solely an internal, personal prison. Only the sufferer is actively aware of the situation.
Interesting. It must be really fucking weird having to walk around with a soppy wet vagina. Minho wonders how it might feel for the person, Jisung, in this case.
"How does it feel when you have a wet vagina?"
Minho asks out loud, and Jisung whips his head towards him so fast Minho worries he might break his neck. Jisung looks somewhere between confused and disgusted, so Minho figures he should paraphrase.
"I was thinking."
"Right."
"I am gay."
"Hyung, we all know. What were you thinking about?"
Jisung urges him on. The disgust keeps coming and going on and off his expression, occasionally softened by amusement.
"Right. But I've never been with anyone who has a vagina. Not intentionally or anything, it just never happened. But also I've never been particularly interested in vaginas either, so I don't know if I'd take it if the chance was there."
Minho babbles on, and Jisung listens him with the frown still present on his soft face.
"Uh-huh."
"Like, no offence Sungie, but the concept of a vagina feels so soggy and grimy and just too much for me. But I was thinking, right, and surely there must be something about vaginas that make other people like them so much. I just don't see it. Or know it, to be honest. I was just... wondering."
Minho concludes his speech. Jisung lets all that yapping he's had to inject settle down a little, trying to figure out just precisely what the hell Minho might be talking about.
"Well, um,"
He finally says,
"You're not exactly wrong? I guess? But I like how it feels. When it's wet and soft and, soggy — as you said it."
"Yeah?"
Minho asks, curious. His hand is caressing up and down Jisung's arm.
"What do you like about it?"
"I- um."
Jisung blushes again, shivering from the featherlight touch Minho's fingertips keep leaving against his bare skin and along the sleeve of his t-shirt.
"I-it's soft, and warm, and feels nice to the touch, and— um. Do you... do you want me to show you?"
Minho's hand stills.
"What?"
"I mean! I— it's okay if you don't want to– I don't– I don't know why I said that. Forget about it. Let's just watch the show—"
Jisung babbles in panic, trying to dig himself back out of the hole he'd shoved himself into. The worst part of it all is that the embarrassment has only made him wetter.
"No, no wait. What do you mean 'show me'?"
Minho asks, raising his hands like he's trying to physically pause the conversation. It's kinda funny if Jisung thinks about it.
Except he can't think about it, because he's too busy blushing all over and averting his gaze like his life depends on it. When he tries to hide behind his hands Minho holds his wrists and pries them away gently.
"Jisung. Talk to me."
"I'm saying that I'd— I'd be cool. With it."
Jisung forces out, Minho keeps him close to prevent him from hiding away again.
"Like, um. If you wanted to like, touch. To find out what it feels like."
Minho blinks dumbly at him for a few moments and Jisung averts his gaze once more.
"It wouldn't have to go somewhere or anything. It's just us, like you said. It'd be, like, chill. Right?"
"Right."
Minho parrots back without really thinking. His best friend just said he'd let him touch his genitalia a little, it's kind of a lot to take in. Jisung is blushing like crazy, and Minho knows he's most likely no different.
He clears his throat.
"Are you sure? Wouldn't it be, like... intimate?"
Minho says the last word like it's something scandalous, making Jisung chuckle softly while blushing deeper. He's so pretty with all the pink dusting his chubby cheeks, it's crazy.
"I'd be okay with a little touch. I think."
Jisung says, Minho must've gave him an odd look because then he clears his throat, turning his head.
"Not from anybody else. Not like that. But, um, if it's you, I'd be okay."
Jisung finally gathers to courage to face Minho, and something snaps. Minho finally accepts a big bright green light as it is, lets his curiosity get the better of him. He trails his hand down Jisung's arm, and slides it sideways to his tummy. Keeps his eyes on Jisung's face, worrying about a negative reaction, a drawback.
It doesn't come. Jisung doesn't look confused, or scared. He looks fine, like he'd said. Minho scratches his tummy softly, it's not like he's never touched Jisung before, on the more socially acceptable places of course. Tummy and thighs and butt included.
Minho doesn't realise he's holding his breath as he hesitantly trails his fingers down Jisung's navel, picking at the hem of his cotton shorts before finally gathering the guts and slipping his fingers under the fabric.
Jisung spreads his legs a little, makes place for him. They're really doing this.
Minho's touch is careful, curious, genuinely curious. He trails his fingers down and spreads them apart until he feels the bump of Jisung's mound, he presses down on it gently, tries to cup it over the panties. Jisung is quiet, Minho's eyes still locked in his face, just in case.
"This okay?"
"Yeah. It's nothing. Keep going."
Jisung encourages, spreading his legs wider and snuggling closer. Minho only then realises how fast his heart is beating inside his ribcage. He might be a little more than just curious. Maybe.
"Can I-?"
He doesn't know how to voice what he's asking for, but Jisung seems to be on board either way. He simply nods his head, biting on his plump bottom lip with his cute front teeth. Minho wants to touch, press down and shoo his teeth away, maybe chase after them with his fingers to feel their texture against his sensitive skin.
"'Kay."
Instead he tugs at the elastic band of Jisung's boxers, then slips his fingers under.
It's nothing but hot, hot skin. Soft, and hot, and moist. Minho was expecting as much, of course. He knows how vaginas are. In theory. But, wow.
His fingertips slip lower, gliding down smooth skin like a slide, and it's so satisfying. When he reaches the inner folds they're even wetter, dare Minho say completely soaked.
"Oh!"
He breathes out, surprised. Jisung's breathing stutters, he leans heavily against Minho's side, pretty lips parted now. Gosh, he's fucking beautiful. Minho would tell him such if he didn't have his hands in his pants in a not-very-bro-like way.
"Holy shit, Jisung."
Minho can't help but whisper in awe, he collects all the slick with the pads of his fingers, index and middle, loving the perfectly smooth, sticky glide.
"Y-yeah?"
Jisung stutters out, his voice is higher in pitch, brows drawn together a little, eyes half-open. Minho can't stop staring at him.
"Is it-"
Minho clears his throat, his voice is raspy already.
"Is it always this wet?"
"N-no."
Jisung replies briefly. Minho must've touched somewhere right, because Jisung sighs heavily, and drops his head on his shoulder, surrendering.
"I can't really control it."
He tells him, informative.
"Sometimes I'm really horny, and it's dry like any other batch of skin. And sometimes it just gets so wet, I feel it everywhere. But I might not always have a solid reason for why it's so wet. You know?"
Minho slides his fingers up and down the folds, feels up the inner and the outer lips separetely.
"L-like",
Jisung says,
"Like right now-"
"You're so soft down there."
Minho can't help but say, Jisung blushes so hard he has to hide his face against Minho's shoulder.
Minho slides his finger lower, circles around the lips, pokes at the tiny bump of Jisung's urethra. He doesn't exactly know what he's touching, and the fact that he can't see either doesn't help much either. But it doesn't matter.
"It honestly doesn't feel as bad as I imagined it would be. It doesn't feel bad at all, actually."
"Yeah? That's- that's good, hyung. Good."
Jisung babbles against his shoulder. Then Minho pokes another bump with his slick fingers and it makes Jisung jolt with a gasp, eyes opening wide.
Minho stops immediately.
"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"
"That's,"
Jisung says, breathless, he holds onto the fabric of Minho's shirt, squeezes it inside his fists.
"That's my clit, hyung."
"Sorry."
Minho whispers, blushing so hard he fears his ears might catch on fire. He tries to think about anything other than how hot and soft and smooth and wet and good Jisung's pussy feels to the touch. His eyes find Jisung's gray shorts.
"When you're wet like that, does look like you've pissed yourself, or is it more like a wet patch?"
It makes Jisung chuckle, even though he's still breathless, and it dissipates the tension in the atmosphere.
"Not really, but, um — here, look."
Jisung shifts again, slightly, and frees one hand from Minho's scrumpled up shirt to tug on his shorts, tilting his hips upwards. Minho's hand is still inside his briefs.
There's a damp patch on his crotch, hints of a trail going down towards his ass. Minho only hums in acknowledgement, letting out a content 'huh' and making Jisung chuckle again, softly.
When Jisung shifts again to sit better, Minho's fingers brush against his clitoris again, and this time Jisung whines. Now Minho is no stranger to Jisung's whining, he hears it at least twelve times a day. But this time, it's so— different. For lack of a better word.
He shushes him gently, and when Jisung looks up at him with his big shiny eyes and bitten lips Minho feels his cock throb in his pants. He'd forgot about that. Right.
Minho slides his fingers lower, and he finds Jisung's hole. He doesn't bother asking if he can touch, he knows he can now. He's too preoccupied to even think about that. Without realising Minho licks his lips and circles Jisung's hole, and Jisung's brown eyes following the motion also goes unnoticed. When he taps the enterance with his finger his eyes grow wide.
"Oh."
Minho says, doing it again, not pushing in or anything, but only a mere tap.
"It's crazy down here. It's like a puddle."
"You can— um-"
That catches his attention back. Minho doesn't know what kind of look he's got on his face, but he knows Jisung must see the desperation.
"You can— inside. If you want."
Jisung says finally. Minho only hums, nods his head. He would want that, actually. He's curious about what it is like inside.
So Minho slips the tip of his index finger inside, and his mouth opens in a soft 'O'. The slide is so easy, it's like Jisung's hole is calling his finger inside like a siren.
"It's like you've got built-in lube."
Minho says, Jisung almost chokes between a laugh and a gasp.
"I mean, that's literally what it is."
He deadpans, and they share a laugh together, albeit breathless. Then, Minho pushes his finger to the knuckle, eyes growing wide open in surprise when Jisung's hole wets it entirely, like Minho pushed it inside someone's mouth when they're salivating. When he carefully takes it back out there's a loud squelch.
"Holy shit."
"Hyung— hyung, again. Please."
Jisung pleads softly, cheeks so pink he looks feverish. Minho wants to bite him like an apple.
He nods, and pushes in again, this time his middle finger. He pokes and prods at Jisung's vagina walls, feeling the texture, the way it wraps around the digit, contracts and relaxes back again.
"It's really soft and hot."
"Now curl it."
Jisung instructs, and Minho obliges obediently. He curls his finger upwards, feeling a bump of a bone, and then—
"Oh what! What the fuck!?"
He touches something fucking weird, wet and spongy and, fuck— Minho shudders. He yanks his finger out so fast in panic that it makes Jisung gasp again, not as pleasantly this time. When Minho turns to see his expression Jisung looks puzzled, and startled. Minho can't have him overthingking now. With his free hand he rubs Jisung's arm gently.
"Sorry, sorry honey. Hyung's sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, did I hurt you?"
Jisung only shakes his head no, eyes searching Minho's face nervously. Minho sighs, pulls Jisung closer, fondles his pussy lips again.
"I'm sorry, Hannie."
"Did you— you didn't like it?"
Minho debates on how to answer this, he can't blatantly admit he didn't, not when Jisung is looking at him with such vulnerability in his doe eyes. Minho shakes his head.
"It was just... unfamiliar."
Minho settles on saying. Jisung hums in understanding, but he doesn't look fully convinced. So Minho decides to try a different path.
"Can I try again, with two fingers?"
Jisung nods, he's pouting. Minho slowly slips in two fingers, stretching him out, and Jisung's pout is immediately replaces with a gasp, with parted lips. Minho curls his fingers again, tries not to ick as he feels the spongy part. It's not as horrifying as the first time, luckily.
"Bet this feels good as fuck for a curved cock."
He jokes. Jisung moans.
Oh.
Minho's eyes open a little wider, and Jisung tries to squeeze his legs together, clearly embarassed. The only problem is that Minho still has his fingers shoved deep inside his cunt.
"Ow- ouch- Sung- Sungie, you're, you're kinda crushing my fingers, honey."
He tries to lighten the mood. Jisung opens his kegs again, and they both sigh.
"I'm sorry hyung."
The younger mumbles softly. His walls are throbbing against Minho's fingers. Minho takes out his fingers to the tip, curious, and then he thrusts back in, curving them as the slide. Jisung moans again, eyes fluttering closed. Holy shit.
"Does it feel good?"
"..... Yes.."
Jisung admits, all breathy and so, so sweet.hiding his face into Minho's shoulder again. He's grown so shy, but his cunt, gosh, that little cave of his is somehow even wetter, slick sliding out between Minho's fingers and down Jisung's ass crack.
Minho fingers him again, out and back in, curling up. And again. And once more. Jisung's head falls on his shoulder.
"Hyung-"
His pussy is sopping wet, Minho's probably drenched all the way down his palm to his wrist. It's downright insane. It's addicting. Jisung is addicting; with his soft gasps and light moans and light voice. Minho'd never seen him like this before, not even remotely close.
"Can you cum from this?"
He rasps, nosing at Jisung's forehead as his fingers settle into a slow rhytm, in-and-out.
"Hyung-"
"Can you, Hannie? Just from the fingering. Answer me."
Jisung can't find the words, so he just nods, feverishly, clinging onto Minho's arm for dear life. When Minho hits a particularly good spot the boy moans, rolling his hips against Jisung's fingers.
This is clearly way more than the 'little touch' they were talking about in the beginning.
"Don't stop! Don't stop, hyung, please! Please, again!"
He's begging so fucking sweetly, Minho wants to open up his chest and drink his soul from his heart. It's driving him crazy. He picks up the pace, tries to push every time he curls his fingers to his that sweet spot that makes Jisung moan so beautifully. Music for his soul.
"Good, baby?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Please, I'm so wet hyung-"
Jusing gasps again with a particularly good thrust, rolling his hips again.
"Please, fuck, keep going. You can put in a third."
"So greedy."
Minho purrs against his ear, but he has no reason to deny him. Not when Jisung is begging so deliciously, lost in his pleasure.
When Minho tries to bully in his ring finger, Jisung shuffles to spread his legs even wider, pulling his knees to his chest. Minho drinks him in with his eyes, engraves it to memory. How could he ever forget a sight like this?
"So good hyung, Minho hyung, don't stop! Yes, yes!"
Minho's cock is throbbing in his pants, wrist starting to ache. He doesn't even care. He fucks Jisung fast and rough with three of his fingers, punching that spongy spot with his fingertips and loving the way it makes Jisung moan so loud, so carefree.
"Yes! Yes! Minho- Minho hyung! Close! Baby I'm so close don't stop, oh baby, keep going! Ah!!!"
He's babbling, voice growing higher and higher in pitch. And then he just—
Jisung's entire body spasms, clenching around Minho's fingers so hard he fears he might break the bones for good. Head thrown back and mouth wide open, moaning deeply from his chest. Jisung's orgasm is ethereal, Minho can't take his eyes off him.
Minho is used to cum spraying all over, staining clothes and skin and fingers. Of course, this is a vagina, it's different. He doesn't really feel anything, and he fucks Jisung shallowly until the boy whines at him to stop, please. Minho lets his wet, sticky fingers slip out of his hole.
"Does nothing come out when you cum?"
"It's... It's a little delayed."
Jisung explains, panting, slumped against Minho's side. His bangs are sticking to his forehead, and he looks thoroughly fucked out.
"But, um, I'm so wet that nothing might come out. Probably."
Minho brushes his hair with his clean fingers, twisting uncomfortably. He doesn't know what to do with his fingers.
"Do you want me to, um..?"
He moves his hand awkwardly, and Jisung nods, too blissed to speak. So Minho removes his hand, raises it to his face to take a better look at that slick. It's clear, like lube, and sticky, dripping from his fingers.
"This has been eye opening for me, Jisungie. Thank you."
He says, honest. Jisung only laughs, rather incredulously. Minho wipes his fingers on his sweatpants.
"Now I'll go pee."
"Oh, yeah. Do you need, like, help? Walking? Are your legs okay?"
Jisung gives him a look, making Minho blush. Of course he can walk, it was just a little fingering. Jisung probably fucks himself harder than that.
Minho probably shouldn't think about that right now.
Jisung goes to take a piss, and then he comes back, strips off his bottowear and wears fresh boxers. Minho tries not to stare to give him privacy, like he'd always done prior to today. He catches sight of his pink cunt, now wiped dry, probably. But it still makes his cock stir.
"I read somewhere that pissing after an orgasm is, like, good for your body. Or something. So I've been trying to do that."
"Cool."
Minho says. Jisung crawls back onto the bed and cuddles against Minho's side, makes himself comfortable.
They pick a different movie, press play, and everything goes back to normal.