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Minho leans back on his chair, breathless, giving himself a moment to come down from his orgasmic high. He smirks into his camera. “Did all you BadBadBabies enjoy that one? I know I did.”
He looks at his stream chat and sees all the comments and donations rolling in. “Hmm…I think you did like it. Look how messy you've made me. Do one of you babies want to come help me?” Leveling his heavy-lidded eyes directly at his audience, he licks his lips just as he hears another donation chime.
*** SilentSecret donated $500 ***
“Ahhhh, there’s my sweet, sweet Secret. You’ve been silent tonight. I almost thought you didn’t come.” Minho can’t help but snicker at his corny joke.
SilentSecret has always been one of his biggest supporters ever since he started his stream a few years ago. He’s found the more he calls them out, the more they donate. So he doesn’t mind personalizing a bit for them.
“Alright, my lovely babies. Bunny’s gotta go clean up now. See me next time!” He ends his stream with a kiss blown to the camera and an eyebrow wiggle.
*** BadBadBunny ended the stream ***
He looks pathetically at his toys and the sticky streams covering his stomach and chest. It would be nice to have an assistant to be able to take care of the after mess. He thinks.
He uses a wet wipe to clean his torso and looks at the toys again. They’ll be ok for a minute. It’s a problem for future Minho. He tells himself.
He clicks into his account to check how much he managed to bring in today.
Donation total: $825.00
Thanks to his precious SilentSecret he can pay his rent and have something other than ramen this week. He then notices the notification of a new message. He smiles to himself, already knowing who it’s from. He clicks on his inbox.
SilentSecret: Damn you looked so hot tonight. Of course I came. I always cum for you.
BadBadBunny: That’s my baby. Cumming for your Bunny so obediently. Maybe I should have you as a special guest star so you can clean me up afterward.
SilentSecret: I’ll bet you taste delicious.
Minho clicks out of the app feeling euphoric and satisfied. He’s always ecstatic when he can please his most loyal and substantial supporter. He relaxes in contentment for a moment longer before resigning himself to the cumbersome process of cleaning up. He brings the toys into the shower with him for efficiency and because he’s feeling tired and lazy tonight. After a full schedule of classes followed by a three hour dance practice, Minho is ready to collapse. However, he just had to burn off some steam after his Creative Writing class.
Minho is currently in his final year for his Master of Fine Arts in Choreography. He’s always been fascinated with the connection between lyrics and dance. Wanting to be able to better interpret the song lyrics through his choreography; he decided to enroll in Lyrical Poetry 101 during undergrad. From day one, he was hooked.
Professor Han was energetic and enthusiastic about his subject. He taught in a way that made it very easy to understand. Minho thrives on his energy. Though it also helps that he has a beautiful, apple-shaped ass that Minho can’t take his eyes off of whenever he turns to write on the board.
Han Jisung, recently awarded tenure, Professor in Creative Writing with an emphasis on lyrical poetry. Professor Han is one of the youngest to be awarded tenure at the age of 36. That makes him 12 years Minho’s senior, however his duality has always intrigued Minho. Sometimes he’s this big presence, with loud confidence, charisma and charm. Sometimes he’s a diminutive, quiet babygirl with anime legs. That makes Minho want to devour him like the sweet little twink he is. Minho is dying to get to know the real Professor Han. The man ‘off the stage’ if you will.
Today was a babygirl day. He was quietly confident during class, however, afterward he noticed Professor Han curling within himself almost like the effort of the class drained every last drop of vivacity from him. Minho wanted to coo at him, wrap him in his arms and then corrupt him.
Minho’s attraction started innocently enough. Of course he noticed the cute, young (for a professor) man leading his lecture. Everyone had always raved about how attractive Professor Han was. Minho couldn’t for the life of him understand what could be so attractive about a stuffy, old man…until the first time he saw him in class. He wasn’t a large man. Pretty average sized really. Slightly smaller than Minho but not by much. He had dark raven hair and glasses almost too large for his face. He was wearing khaki slacks, a simple light blue button-up, navy blazer and stunning navy and gold necktie. From the moment Professor Han turned to write his name on the board, reaching high on tippy toes, blazer hiking up to show a delicate, slim waist and gorgeous round ass; Minho understood the attraction.
Over the last few years, the attraction has built, morphing into a full on desire to feel the professor's waist in his hands, legs trembling while wrapped around him, his dulcet voice screaming Minho’s name. Minho knew it was all a fantasy. Student-Professor relationships were forbidden, but it was nice to fantasize. It definitely made the class more enjoyable. It also keeps Minho’s lust library bountiful, so full, in fact, that his friends suggested he start the camboy streaming to “blow off some steam” as they put it; due to how wound tight he was.
Minho’s fans have his lecture today on sex in song lyrics to thank for Minho’s enthusiastic performance. He can’t wait for class on Friday.
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Friday’s class comes and today Professor Han is wearing dress pants that fit him beautifully, hugging every tiny curve of his waist and ass. Halfway through the class, Minho is watching intently when Professor Han accidentally drops his marker directly in front of him. The man doesn’t think anything of bending over to pick it up, until the indecent ripping sound of his pants seam echoes through the lecture hall. To further Minho’s surprise, Professor Han is not wearing anything underneath. Minho has a glorious front row view of the man’s beautifully clean-shaven hole. His mouth waters just at the brief glimpse he gets.
Professor Han immediately stands up and turns to face the class, his hands covering the indiscreet tear. His face is a beautiful shade of crimson, eyes impossibly wide in embarrassment. Minho’s thoughts immediately turn to visions of the professor’s flushed face as he thrusts into that heavenly hole.
Minho watches as Professor Han presses his back to the lectern after dismissing everyone early. He patiently waits until everyone has left the room. One of the female students is trying to reassure the Professor with a story about when she once split her pants on stage during a performance. Minho takes pity on the obviously mortified man. He removes his hoodie and walks towards the pair.
“Yes, it happens to the best of us. How about we leave the poor Professor now so he can take care of his…situation.” Minho blows the girl off with a gentle nudge towards the door. Thankfully she takes the hint and walks out leaving Minho and the Professor in a brief standoff.
Minho could have just handed the sweatshirt to him, however he couldn’t pass the opportunity to reach around the older’s torso, nose almost pressed against his neck, inhaling the enticing scent of his cologne. The collar of his green button up shirt tickles Minho’s cheek as he wraps the sleeves around his delicate waist and ties it tightly.
“There you go, Professor. That should help you get to your car at least.”
“Thank you. Mr. Lee, is it?”
“Minho, please. It was my pleasure.”
“Well, thank you, Minho. I appreciate it. I’ll get this back to you as soon as I can.”
“No rush. I have plenty more. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think anyone saw anything.”
“Oh god, I hope not. Worst day to not have my washing done,” the Professor responds with a sheepish chuckle.
“I’ll see you around, Professor.” Minho smiles as he leaves the man to tend to his problem.
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Minho almost told his friends no when they begged him to come out to the club tonight. He was still worked up after the incident in Creative Writing and needed a release. He had planned to run an unscheduled stream tonight because he knew he would have a good show for his fans. Unfortunately for him, Felix is impossible to say no to. Felix is his junior on the dance team, finishing his senior year of undergraduate for Fine Arts as a dance major.
When Felix first started four years ago, Minho couldn’t help but feel protective of him. Almost like a little brother. Minho took him under his wing as his senior and Felix just never let go. Interestingly enough, this mimics Felix’s own views on personal space and physical affection.
Along with Felix came his roommate Seungmin, a mouthy, puppy-looking senior finishing up his vocal performance degree and Seungmin’s childhood friend, Jeongin who was studying early education. Though there were only two years between them, Minho often felt like a big brother/role model to all of them. He often tagged along just to keep an eye on the trio.
Needless to say, they weaponized their younger brother status and big, innocent eyes, resulting in Minho’s presence tonight rocking a semi-hard dick uncomfortably shoved in leather pants. He topped his tight pants with a cropped hoodie and bright pink tank underneath. He knows he looks good because he keeps getting offers to dance, but Minho just keeps turning them away. He really doesn’t want to be here right now.
Sitting at their table, nursing his second drink of the night, Minho is almost ready to tell his friends he’s headed home, when something on the dance floor catches his eye. He sees a flash of green. A dress shirt, strategically unbuttoned to give a glimpse of beautiful honey skin and a toned chest. Professor Han.
Minho watches the man swaying to the music. It looks like he’s dancing with a few friends. He thinks he vaguely recognizes a few of them from campus.
“Oh look, Professor Bang is here.” Minho hears Seungmin say over his shoulder.
“Yeah look at that. The old guys are having fun tonight. Oof, look at Professor Seo. Those arms. Kill me now,” Felix adds, fanning himself.
“Haha, you and your strength fetish…” Jeongin contributes.
“Look at him! Tell me you wouldn’t let that man put you in a headlock and then thank him for it.”
“Oh wow, Professor Hwang can dance! I knew he was graceful, but damn. Graceful and sexy,” Jeongin says. “Who’s the fourth guy? Is he a Professor too?”
“Professor Han,” Minho states, not adding any further commentary. Too taken with watching the professor move on the dance floor. “You know, I think I’m ready to dance now.”
“Yeah! About time. Let’s do this!” Felix yells as he grabs his friends' hands and starts dragging them to the dance floor.
Minho positions himself so he never loses sight of the professor. He notes that he’s replaced his ruined slacks with tight black jeans. Shame, really. He would love another look. Minho discreetly guides his group until they are dancing next to the professors. He notices a few gazes pointed at Professor Han. Not wanting to risk one of them whisking his target away, Minho makes his move towards the man. When he gets close enough, he ‘accidentally’ bumps into him.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Oh hey! Professor! Didn’t expect to see you here,” he greets the man.
“Hi, Minho! Please, we aren’t in class right now. You can call me Jisung.”
“Ok, Jisung. What brings you out tonight?
“Well, after the day I had, I needed a few drinks. Nothing like a little tequila to help brighten the spirit after flashing your entire class.” The professor’s smile is gorgeous. Minho's never seen this carefree side of him before. He likes it.
“Hey Ji, we need a drink. We’re gonna head back to the table.” Minho hears Professor Bang say before they head off the dancefloor.
“What? We just started dancing!” Jisung yells at their backs.
Professor Seo just lifts a massive arm in dismissal as they continue leaving.
“Well, it was nice seein-”
“You can dance with us.” Minho cuts him off.
“Really? You’re not uncomfortable dancing with an old man like me?”
“Nah! Come on, let’s have fun.” Minho grabs Jisung’s hand and pulls him toward their group.
After a few fast songs, the mood shifts to a slower one. Minho’s friends had trailed off one by one either finding someone else to dance with, getting another drink or running to the bathroom. So it was just Minho and Jisung at this point.
Jisung looks a bit uncomfortable for a moment at the shift in music. Minho can tell he was about to dismiss himself. So Minho acts quickly pulling him so his back was facing Minho’s front.
“Uh, Minho, I don’t know if we should be doing this.”
“What’s wrong, Jisung? It’s just dancing.” Minho’s hands hold the professor’s waist firmly, guiding him into a slow rhythmic sway matching the song.
“Sure. Just dancing. Ok,” he responds shakily.
As the song continues, Jisung begins to relax into the hold. Minho is still keeping a slight distance between them, but is slowly decreasing the gap. His hands are slowly wrapping around Jisung’s waist until they are almost flat on his stomach. He pulls him in tight, pressing against Jisung’s back. He can’t help but notice how perfectly his ass lines up with his groin. He moves his head so his nose is pressed directly to the man’s neck and inhales.
“I meant to tell you that you smell amazing,” Minho whispers in his ear. “I noticed it earlier when I put the sweatshirt around you.”
“T-t-thanks.”
Minho can’t help himself, he needs to taste this man. He presses a light kiss to his neck, feeling the professor startle a bit, but not pull away.
“Minho, what are you doing?”
“I can’t help it, Jisung, you smell so good.” He wraps his arms fully around the man grinding his arousal into his ass. Mihno hears Jisung let out a soft moan. Thankful for the lowered inhibitions brought on by intoxication, he continues kissing the older’s neck and grinding into him to the beat.
He feels the moment Jisung gives into it and presses his body weight back against him; head laid on his shoulder, shaking his hips side to side, providing Minho with the perfect pressure. Erotic, intoxicating, hot. Minho slowly runs his right hand up the man’s torso until it is firmly wrapped around his neck. Jisung’s hands fall back gripping Minho’s thighs.
What Minho wouldn’t give to push him up against a wall and lick every inch of his body right now. Overcome with the urge to taste, he slides his hand from around Jisung’s neck into the back of his hair, tugging ever so gently. Another moan escapes Jisung’s lips which tips Minho over the edge. He grips hard at the roots and turns the man’s head sideways, using the gasp Jisung lets out to capture his lips in a heated kiss. It takes a moment for Jisung to register what’s happened. Then he’s twisting away from Minho’s grasp and turning to face him, pushing against his chest until Minho releases him.
“Minho, what are you doing? This is inappropriate. I’m your professor!”
“Come on, prof. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” Minho smirks as he tries to advance again.
“Stop. This has gone too far. Have a good night, Minho.” With that Jisung turns and walks off the dancefloor towards his friends. When he reaches the table, Professor Seo throws his arm around Jisung in a side hug. Minho growls at the casual way the man is touching HIS professor.
Minho heads back to the table where his friends have gathered. “Sorry, guys. I think I’ve had enough dancing for one night. I’m heading out.”
“Already? The night just got started!” Felix protests.
Minho gives Felix a half-hug, avoiding full contact so he doesn’t feel his throbbing erection. He’s got other plans tonight.
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As soon as Minho gets home he heads straight to his video room. He quickly sends out the notification to his followers of the unscheduled live before gathering his equipment.
He sits back on his chair, starts the stream, and notices there are already about 50 people waiting.
“Hi babies, surprise! It’s your favorite Bunny.”
Minho palms the bulge in his pants with a hiss, trying to shift some of the pressure. The friction feels amazing, but it’s not enough.
“Bunny got a little worked up tonight.” Minho says behind heavy-lidded eyes and his signature bunny teeth smirk.
*** SilentSecret donated $10 “What has our Bunny so worked up?” ***
Minho smiles seeing his favorite supporter online. He reaches under his sweatshirt, over the pink tank to play with his nipples.
“Bunny had the most delicious little thing rubbing on him tonight at the club. Had to come back and show you all the aftermath.”
He rips the sweatshirt off, leaving the tank for now. He sits with his legs spread on the chair, right hand still palming his dick through his pants, left hand tweaking his nipple. The jolt he feels as he applies pressure to his sensitive nub goes straight to his already aching dick.
*** SilentSecret donated $10 “Why don’t you lose that tank too.” ***
“Anything for my Secret.” He slowly pulls the tank up, eyes never leaving the camera. He doesn’t usually take requests like this, but tonight is different. He’s feeling a little more interactive. “What now?”
The hand that was teasing his nipples slides higher until he has it wrapped around his neck in a gentle choke. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, remembering how Jisung’s neck felt in his hand. How he would love to have his hand on his neck again, where he can feel his pulse jumping every time he pushes into him.
*** SilentSecret donated $20 “Lose the pants.” ***
Minho opens his eyes to see the next request. “Hmmm. Someone is eager tonight.”
He opens the buttons on his leathers painstakingly slowly. Every button popped gives a little bit of relief to his painfully trapped cock. Each pop elicits a guttural grunt from Minho’s throat. He imagines the professor’s slender hands working the buttons, providing the much needed relief and pressure. Now that the tight leather is no longer restraining him, he lifts his ass to push them down his legs. Minho doesn’t like to wear anything under his leathers, so once his dick is freed it springs up, bouncing off his stomach.
*** SilentSecret donated $20 “You look pretty.” ***
Minho tickles his fingers up and down his thighs, never quite reaching his cock. Teasing his audience. He’s reading all the comments “Want that in my mouth” “Can I ride you?” “Wanna touch” but he’s waiting…“Should I leave you all hanging with just a strip tease tonight?”
*** SilentSecret donated $40 “Touch yourself.” ***
There it is, Minho smirks at the request. He feels a bit of pre-cum release at the demand. “You want me to touch myself, huh? But I already am.” He smirks again and continues touching everywhere but the place he needs it most. He knows he’s being a brat, but he can’t help himself.
*** SilentSecret donated $50 “You know what I mean.” ***
Minho takes hold of himself, pumping slowly while swiping his thumb across the dribbles to smooth the glide. “Is this what you mean?” He asks “innocently” while continuing his slow, steady pace, teasing the head just a bit as more pre-cum emerges.
*** SilentSecret donated $50 “Yes, pretty, just like that. Now faster. ” ***
Minho speeds up slightly. The friction keeps the tiny ejaculations coming. He’s so wet. He’s never gotten this wet during a stream before. He closes his eyes and pictures the professor’s hand on his cock. Pumping him so perfectly, so steadily. The sounds Minho makes are purely pornographic. “Yes. Need more...” He hears the chime for the next request.
*** SilentSecret donated $50 “Grab your fleshlight.” ***
Minho doesn’t even hesitate. He needs to be fucking something right now. Thankfully he had already lubed it during prep, so he brings it to his aching tip, slowly lowering it inch by inch on his massive erection. He plays it off that he’s just trying to draw it out for show, but really he’s visualizing himself pushing into Jisung’s beautiful tight hole, giving him time to adjust to the stretch. Feeling him clench around him. The pictures in his mind almost push him over the edge. Imagining audibly what the small man would sound like being split open on his dick.
*** SilentSecret donated $100 “Fuck it.” ***
Minho groans as he draws himself out of the fleshlight and pushes back in. A few more slow strokes with the toy…chime.
*** SilentSecret donated $100 “Faster.” ***
Minho picks up speed. His hips start thrusting up into the toy in perfect synchrony with his hand pulling it down. Minho doesn’t even recognize the noises coming out of him, too lost in his thoughts of hands wrapped around Jisung’s tiny waist, driving into him. He throws his head back on the chair in uncontrolled ecstacy at the same time as imaginary Jisung yells “Fuck me, Minho.”
A few strokes later and Minho is releasing into imaginary Jisung. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he grunts. Minho is lying, boneless on the chair. Gasping for air, willing his heart rate to slow. The chime of the next donation brings him back to reality.
*** SilentSecret donated $150 “Good boy.” ***
***BadBadBunny ended the stream***
Minho is so spent he doesn’t even have the energy to do his usual outro. He just unceremoniously shuts off the stream, still out of breath, but feeling so perfect. Once he has collected himself a bit, he opens his notifications. Ignoring all the message requests but one. He opens it.
SilentSecret: Such a good boy tonight. You look pretty in pink. Good job, my Bunny.
BadBadBunny: You’re my favorite, you know.
SilentSecret: And you’re mine…
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Minho wakes the next morning still a bit riled up over the previous night. His dreams consisted of a certain professor and all the many ways Minho could use his dick on him. He’s achingly hard, but nothing a quick shower session won’t fix.
He wonders what it would be like to fuck Jisung in the shower. He can almost imagine him pressed against the glass, leg hiked on Minho’s arm. The images alone get Minho off in record time, but the thoughts of the man don’t leave. He remembers how he smells. That delicious cologne still tickling his nose.
Minho needs to get groceries today, so how did he end up at a department store in the men’s cologne section? Minho diligently lifts another bottle to his nose. “Ugh..too much vanilla.”
He sniffs the coffee bean container and lifts another. “Woah. Way too floral.”
Coffee beans and another. “Close, but not quite right.”
Minho continues like this for what seems like hours until he finally lifts a bottle. Sniffs. “Wait.” Sniffs again. He’s sure. This is the smell that has imprisoned his mind since yesterday. “Finally,” he mutters to himself and raises the bottle. Sauvage by Dior. Nice. He thinks while admiring the subtle elegance of the fragrance in his hand.
“Good choice. Is that a present for someone or just looking for yourself?” He hears a store employee ask.
“Yes, it’s a present.”
“Well we have a gift package over here with the whole product line, shower gel, deodorant, shave balm, if you’re interested.”
“I’ll take both the bottle and gift set,” he hears himself say before he can think about it. The products aren’t cheap, guess his professor has expensive taste. At least thanks to his Silent donator he can afford such luxury.
Minho takes his purchases and finally sets off towards the grocery store. A few blocks away he is surprised to find the object of his fantasies walking slightly ahead of him on the opposite side of the road, heading in the same direction. Minho wonders where the man could be going on such a beautiful Saturday morning. The weather is so nice today. Minho subconsciously finds himself following the man. When Jisung reaches his destination, Minho is elated to see he is also doing his grocery shopping.
Continuing to shadow the man but at a distance, he sees him picking up items and checking them off a list on his phone. Minho begins mimicking Jisung’s shopping list, curious what the man eats. At one point, Jisung turns back quickly, phone raised to his face. Minho makes a quick dash behind a tower of cans pretending to be interested in the items on the shelf. Minho picks up a can of something pretending to study it, he can’t be bothered to notice what it actually is. When Jisung approaches the opposite side of the tower and grabs a can off the shelf, Minho inhales, verifying that he picked the right scent. Jisung then turns back and walks the way he came. Minho puts the random can back on the shelf and grabs the same item Jisung took. Minho grabs everything Jisung has in his basket and now they are making their way to check out. Well, Jisung is heading to check out, Minho is still following his prey.
Jisung picks a register in the middle, so Minho chooses one that is a few behind where the man is. Making sure to stay hidden behind the candy bar displays.
They finish paying close to the same time, but he sees Jisung is already grabbing his bags to leave and there are still quite a few items left on Minho’s lane. He hastily grabs a bag and starts throwing things in, regardless of what they are, in a rush to continue his chase. Curious what else the man has in store for the day.
Thankfully he doesn’t have to follow him far before he turns into the entrance of a swanky apartment building. Is this where he lives? He wonders.
He then sees Jisung press the intercom button and wait for an answer. Saddened that this is not Jisung’s building, but curious who he is visiting, Minho watches and tries to stay concealed behind a large tree across the road. As Jisung looks around the street, waiting for his host, Minho ducks behind the tree. He peeks out in time to see Jisung typing on his phone, probably answering a text. Then the door swings open and he sees Professor Seo.
“Ji! Just in time! Channie and Jinnie are already upstairs. Let’s go.”
Minho contemplates waiting for Jisung to come back out, but then shakes himself out of the thought. This is crazy. He’s just curious about the man. Not stalking him. Right?
Minho arrives back at home and unloads the items he purchased. Realizing that he really didn’t buy anything that would make a full meal, he sets back out to the grocery store and to buy what he actually needs. If he happens to pass by Professor Seo’s apartment building on the way, well that’s his secret.
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Minho had spent the rest of Saturday prepping his food for the week. With all the hours he puts in between courses and practice, Minho doesn’t get a chance to eat very well. His mind constantly returned to Jisung and what he was up to with the other professors. He found himself unreasonably mad a few times when his mind tricked him into visions of the other professors touching Jisung. He’s mine. That thought shakes him to his core. When did he become so obsessed with the professor? Sure he was cute and had a nice body, but when did Minho turn so possessive?
He pulls out his phone and texts the friend group. He needs to get out of his head.
Min 😼: Hey guys!
Bokah 🌞: Minho-hyung! How are you feeling? You left so quickly last night.
Innie 🦊: Hey hyung
Dog 🐶: What do you want?
Min 😼: What are you guys doing tomorrow?
Or at least what are
Lixah and Innie doing?
Innie 🦊: I’m free, what’s up?
Bokah 🌞: IDK what are we doing?
Dog 🐶: I hate you.
Min 😼: Get together at my place.
Bring drinks. I’ll make lunch.
Bokah 🌞: Yessss!
Innie 🦊: Sounds good, hyung.
Dog 🐶: What time?
Min 😼: Noon. You’re not invited.
Dog 🐶: See you then.
Bokah 🌞: Yay!
Innie 🦊: Ok, hyung.
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Minho wakes up early on Sunday, still feeling pent up. Jisung is still the subject of all his dreams. He doesn’t know why he’s so preoccupied with him. He still has a few hours before he needs to start lunch for the guys, so he decides to head to the gym to work off some excess energy.
Upon entering the university gym facility, Minho is thrilled to see Professor Han by the free weights. He notices that both Professor Seo and Professor Bang are also there, but he can’t tear his gaze away from Jisung. Sitting on a bench, feet spread apart for a good base, the bend of his knees and spread of his legs causing his shorts to ride up his thighs a bit. More muscular than they look in jeans. Better to ride me with. He thinks.
He’s wearing a shirt with cut off sleeves, which display his deceptively thick arms, and a weight belt cinched tightly around his beautiful slim waist. He’s doing lateral raises, so every time he lifts, the openings of his shirt give a glorious view of the toned muscles covering his ribs. He can’t help but think how fuckable he looks right now. He wants to be grabbing those ribs while Jisung bounces on his dick.
Minho decides to begin with one of the treadmills to warm up. He hops on, puts his earbuds in and starts the machine at a comfortable pace. The beauty of this is that the mirror in front of it gives him a perfectly unobstructed view of the professor whose body is tense from the exercise, glowing with a slight sheen of sweat. Minho wants to lick it off.
After about 30 minutes, Minho is done with his warm up, but notices that Jisung is packing up to head to the locker room. The desire to follow him in there and surprise him in the shower overtakes Minho’s mind. He sets himself up on the leg lift and sets his weight. He closes his eyes as he imagines Jisung under the stream of water, scrubbing himself everywhere. He envisions coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around the man, helping him scrub the more delicate areas. He pictures Jisung dropping to the soapy floor and taking Minho into his warm mouth.
“Man, how many reps are you planning to do there?”
Minho is shocked out of his fantasy. He opens his eyes and pulls out an earbud to see a curious look on Professor Seo’s face. “I’m sorry?”
“I said, how many reps are you planning to do? By my count you’re on your seventh set.” Professor Seo says with a chuckle.
“Oh, yeah sorry. Just had a lot on my mind. Must have lost count.” Minho jumps off the machine, tugging at the hem of his shirt, trying to conceal the growing bulge he knows must be showing. He grabs the spray and towel to wipe the machine down. “There you go, sir. All yours.”
Minho continues his circuit training for lower body until he’s feeling efficiently drained. Thankfully, he didn’t get as lost in his fantasies for the rest of the workout because Professor Seo, being the machine that he is, was still working out when Minho finished. Felix will be upset to know he missed it. He understands Felix’s fascination.
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Minho has just finished lunch, setting it to simmer until his friends arrive. Felix of course is the first. Minho can’t help but smile at his sunshine as he opens the door.
“Bokah!” He says as he gives the man a hug.
“Hi, Minho-hyung! I brought some soju. Where do you want them?”
“Here, I’ll take those.” He places three bottles in the fridge and leaves the fourth out so they can start with a couple of shots. Placing four shot glasses on the table he pours a couple for Felix and himself. “Cheers!”
They drain the glasses just in time for a knock on the door.
Minho opens it to see Jeongin and Seungmin. “I thought I told you, you weren’t invited.” He levels at Seungmin.
“Awww. We both know that means I better be here or you’ll kick my ass.”
Jeongin is holding a case of beer, which Minho puts in the fridge as well. He then pours four shots for all of them to take.
“Alright, lunch is ready. Who’s hungry?”
“Me!” “Yes, please!” “Duh! Why else would I be here?” Say the three friends simultaneously.
They finish off the first two bottles of soju and a couple of beers each during lunch. By the time they settle into the living room, Minho is already feeling good.
“So what calls for the afternoon booze binge?” Seungmin levels Minho with a stare after another beer and who knows how many shots.
“What do you mean? Do I have to have a reason to spend time with my little brothers?” Minho feigns innocence.
“No offense, hyung, but normally we have to beg you to hang out with us.” Jeongin says.
“And you usually don’t drink much. Not that I’m complaining.” Felix says pouring another round of Soju.
Minho tries to figure out how to talk around the third degree, but inebriation has him being a tad too honest. “I can’t get someone off my mind. I needed a distraction. You guys are distracting. Ok?”
The three guys all perk up at this. It’s not often Minho talks about being interested in someone.
“Who, hyung?” Felix asks.
“Just someone I met a while ago.” Minho may be tipsy, but he’s nowhere near drunk enough to reveal his secret obsession. “I keep running into them. Everywhere. It’s amazing and frustrating all at once.” Minho slumps back on the couch with a sigh.
“If you like them, why is it frustrating?” Jeongin questions.
“Because they turned me down,” Minho says, rubbing his hands across his face.
“I see what’s going on here.” Seungmin states with a knowing smirk.
“What?” Felix asks.
“Minho has never been rejected before. At least not since we’ve known him. He always gets what he wants. He’s finally found someone that challenges him, now he’s fixated.”
Minho stops to think about his dating history. Sure he’s had relationships that didn’t work, but he was always the one to call them off. Overall though, Seungmin is right. He’s never had anyone tell him no before. Could that be the reason he’s so obsessed with Jisung?
“Awwww, hyung’s first rejection. How cute! Cheers,” Felix toasts lifting a freshly poured shot.
The rest of the afternoon goes by in a blur. Lots of chat, some laughs, a few bantering arguments between Minho and Seungmin, the kid is such a menace, and lots of alcohol before Minho sees the three men to a cab. Paying for it himself to insure his baby bros make it home safely. Altogether, it was exactly the distraction Minho needed.
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The time for his Creative Writing class comes way too slowly for Minho. Fortunately, the time has finally arrived, as did Minho…early…to get front row center. Impatiently waiting, he ignores the attempts from others to engage him in conversation. His attention is solely for one Professor Han Jisung. His stare never leaves the door as if it will provide the answers to all the mysteries of life.
Finally, when Professor Han graces them with his presence, Minho is prepared with a beautiful smile and bedroom eyes. He sees Jisung hesitate only briefly. So briefly, in fact, that had you not been staring at him like a cat preying on a field mouse, you would have missed it.
Jisung seems to be attempting to ignore Minho’s gaze for much of the lecture. Unfortunately for him, Minho catches the few glances he chances in his direction. Mouth quirking in a mischievous smirk everytime those beautiful doe-eyes land on him. He’s quite enjoying this little game of cat and mouse. Seeing the momentary pauses as Jisung assesses his predator. The thick gulps he takes when he tries to collect himself and continue with the lecture, Minho sees it all.
Professor Han is wearing another necktie today and Minho can’t help but imagine sliding up behind him at the podium, tantalizingly stripping him of every single article of clothing except said necktie, opening that mouth-watering hole on his fingers, then bending him over the lectern and listening to the amazing sounds he makes as Minho slides inside. He imagines holding the necktie like a leash as he pounds into him, the slapping of skin echoing in the large lecture hall. No cares of being seen, just pure carnal lust and ravaging of his prey.
Before he knows it, the lecture is over. He waits patiently still eyeing the professor as the other students trickle out the door. Once the last student has exited he makes his way towards the man who is currently facing away, packing his bag to leave.
“Hi, Jisung.”
Jisung startles and faces Minho. “Oh. Mr. Lee. I’m sorry I thought everyone had left.”
“Mr. Lee?” Minho tuts. “What happened to Minho?”
“We are at school at the moment. That would be inappropriate. So, what can I do for you, Mr. Lee?” Jisung puts the emphasis on his proper name.
“Well, Professor Han, I’m struggling with the most recent assignment you gave us. I was wondering if you could help me one-on-one sometime.” Minho wasn’t struggling at all. That assignment was completed the day after Jisung gave it out. He just knows he needs to get his prey alone in a private setting. He needs to shake him up, he needs to feel his pulse race, he needs to be inside him, not watching him from across the street.
“Certainly, Mr. Lee. I have office hours at 2:00 this afternoon. You’re welcome to come to my office then.”
“Sounds perfect. See you at 2:00, Professor.” Minho can’t help but snigger at the shiver that runs through Jisung at that moment.
Minho leaves the room, but not before finding a nice inconspicuous spot down the hall. Sitting on a bench behind a large fern which provides Minho with the perfect view of the lecture hall door. He sees Jisung exit the hall and look around quickly before taking out his phone to answer a text. Minho thinks it’s cute the way he has to hold it up high in order to see the screen over his glasses.
He follows the man towards the campus cafeteria. Technically he should be headed to his Advanced Dance Theory class, but he knows he’s acing that class. One missed won’t hurt him.
As they reach the cafeteria he sees the Art & Design professor waiting. He feels a rumble in his chest when Professor Hwang throws an arm casually over Jisung’s shoulder and guides him into the cafeteria. How dare he touch what’s mine. Minho snarls in his head.
He watches quietly as the men sit to eat, carrying what seems to be a light and fun conversation. Jisung smiles and laughs through most of his meal. Minho likes to see his smile. He realizes it’s a beautiful heart shape. He can’t help but feel slightly resentful that he isn’t the one to put it on the man’s face. But he will…soon.
He finally leaves as the men are packing up their trash. He heads out of the cafeteria towards the professor’s office, determined to be there the moment the professor arrives.
He’s waiting patiently in a chair just outside the office when Jisung finally appears.
“Mr. Lee, I’m sorry. I’m running a few minutes behind. I hope you weren’t waiting long,” He says casually.
“Not long at all, Professor. Just arrived myself.”
Professor Han unlocks his door and proceeds inside. Minho takes a moment to make sure the door is latched and quietly sets the lock. Can’t have them interrupted. He thinks.
When he turns, he gets a fleeting glance of something dark in the professor’s eyes, but he must be hallucinating because after he blinks all he sees are the innocent, scared doe-eyes that sets the predator inside him salivating.
“W-what are you struggling with, Mr. Lee?”
“Oh, so many things, Professor. You’ll have to be more specific,” Minho toys with his meal.
Jisung swallows thickly then rephrases, “How can I help you with the assignment?”
Minho pulls the essay and lyrics out of his bag and hands them to the professor. As Jisung is distracted reading over them, Minho noiselessly moves behind the chair he’s sitting in. Reading over his shoulder, taking in the sinful smell of his cologne.
When Jisung is done reading, he looks up and startles when he realizes the proximity of Minho next to him instead of safely on the other side of the desk.
“Oh! When did you move over here?”
“Sorry to scare you. My friends often tell me I move quietly like a cat.”
“Maybe you should wear one of those bell collars,” Jisung says with an uncomfortable laugh. “So, tell me what you’re struggling with because from what I read, you have a firm grasp on this assignment. In fact this looks ready to submit.”
“Does it? Hmm. Maybe I just needed some affirming reassurance. I really want to do well for you.” Minho lets the meaning behind ‘do well’ hang for a moment before he clarifies. “For your class.”
“I’m not sure how much reassurance you need because you’re one of my top students and this looks perfect.”
“Really? You’re not just saying that?” Minho reaches out to fondle Jisung’s bicep. “Wow, Jisungie, I didn’t realize how strong you were. You must work out.”
“Ji-Jisu? He sputters before he collects himself. Seeming to try and assert some authority, he says, “Mr. Lee, might I remind you we are still on campus.”
“Shhhh, Jisungie.” Minho spins the chair so the man is facing him now. He leans down and braces himself on the man’s thighs and leans in close. “No one is here. It’ll be our little secret,” he whispers quietly in his ear, blowing a slight breath against his neck. He sees the goosebumps grow on Jisung’s skin, feels the shiver that runs through his legs, smells the arousal emanating from his pores. He knows he’s just as affected as Minho is.
Just then Jisung pushes his chair backward, almost causing Minho to lose his balance, creating a small distance between the men.
“If that is all you need, Mr. Lee. I need to finish up a few things before I head home for the day.”
Minho smirks. “Sure thing, Professor Han. See you later!” He quips with a wink before exiting the office.
Minho sets himself up a slight distance away from the office door to wait out the remainder of the professor’s office hours. He texts Felix to let the dance coach know that he isn’t feeling well and won’t make it to practice this afternoon. He can’t miss his opportunity to find out where Jisung lives.
A few minutes after 4:00, Minho sees the professor’s door open and Jisung steps out to lock it.
The chase begins. He shadows him through the halls until he exits the building. Then is thankful to see he is walking instead of driving or taking public transportation. He thinks it will be easier to follow him this way.
The 10 minute walk to Jisung’s apartment feels like it takes forever. Minho was careful to duck out of sight a few times as the man was constantly surveying his surroundings. He knows Jisung wants him, he could feel it with every shudder and thick swallow the man took. He’s sure if he can get him somewhere private, the man will be his.
He follows Jisung to his apartment door, strategically hiding behind a corner as the man enters his home. He waits a few minutes before walking down the hallway to look at the door. He reads the little plaque on the side of the door.
Apartment 143
Han
He can’t seem to help himself as he tests out the handle. Imagine his shock when the door easily pops open.
Tsk-tsk-tsk. What is my Jisungie thinking, leaving his door open like that? Anyone could come in and take advantage of my beautiful twink. Someone needs to teach him a lesson. He thinks to himself as he locks the door behind him.
He hears the unmistakable sound of the shower running in the bathroom. He adjusts himself as he imagines Jisung naked under the running water, soap gliding down his beautiful body. He takes a few moments to look around the apartment. It’s a simple, modern two bedroom with a really nice kitchen area. Nicer than he would expect for a professor’s salary, but his Jisungie seems to be doing well for himself.
He walks through the kitchen, opening cabinets, drawers, and the fridge to see what the man has. He takes a moment to admire the few beautiful pictures and paintings hung on the walls. He looks down the hallway to see two open doors and one closed. He makes his way down the hall, passing the first open door to see a guest bathroom. Obviously his Jisungie isn’t in there. He skips the closed door for now because he can hear the sound of the running water growing louder the closer he gets to the door at the end of the hall. He peeks in to see the master bedroom. Elegant in its simplicity, large king-sized bed, walk-in closet, simple dresser adorned with Jisung’s wallet, cell phone and cologne. Minho picks up the bottle and sprays it to bask in the scent. He walks over to the king-sized bed and sits, assessing the comfort and bounce. This will do nicely. He thinks.
He walks towards the bathroom and listens to the man on the other side. Singing a love song he’s heard many times. I always knew my Jisungie had a good voice. Can’t wait to make him sing for me.
Finally, feeling satisfied with his exploration of the master bedroom, he heads to the closed door in the hallway. He thinks he hears voices behind the door, but he can’t be sure. He knows he heard Jisung in the bathroom, so he can’t be in there. Hoping he isn’t walking into a room full of people, he twists the handle quietly.
Minho is stunned still as he takes in the view in front of him. A desk with multiple monitors sits in front of the mirrored wall opposite of him. Each monitor plays a different one of Minho’s streams. Minho engaged in different forms of lewd acts burning into his eyes on repeat. He looks to the side wall and sees hundreds of photos of himself plastered on every inch. His breath comes heavy as he catalogues the different photos. He sees himself at the club in the cropped sweatshirt, smelling colognes at the department store, ducking behind the tower of cans at the grocery store, trying to hide while at the check out, peeking from the tree across from Professor Seo’s apartment, on the leg lift machine at the gym. Even him sitting on the bench behind the fern from earlier that day. These were from when Minho was stalking him. He knew I was following him? When did he take all of these?
Then his mind catches up to notice there were pictures from before Minho became obsessed. Minho sitting at his desk during a lecture, Minho sweating at dance practice, Minho hanging with his friends at the park, Minho eating lunch in the cafeteria, hundreds upon hundreds of candid shots of Minho living his everyday life.
The static in his head is so loud that Minho doesn’t notice the water shutting off. While he tries to make sense of the vast amount of information flooding his brain, he doesn’t realize something is wrong until he feels a body pressed against his back and a hand firmly grasping his neck. He’s frozen. Still trying to remember how to breathe properly
“What are you doing here, my Bunny?” He hears whispered in his ear. The low tone and deep vibrations of the voice sending shivers down his spine. He makes eye contact with the man through the mirrored wall on the opposite side. Jisung is standing naked behind him, dripping with water. The choke hold Jisung has on him renders him unable to function.
“I see you found my silent secret…” Jisung smirks. Silent secret? Jisung is SilentSecret? He’s been watching me for years?
Minho feels a second hand slowly run it’s way down his torso until it reaches his clothed cock. Gripping it with just enough pressure to almost hurt. A soft moan escapes Minho’s lips. He hadn’t realized how hard he had become. “Tell me no, if you don’t want this.”
“W-w-what is this?” Minho trembles with the pressure, but can’t find it in himself to say no. He wants this. He thought it would happen differently, but he still wants this.
“What? Do you not like my shrine? My ode to Bunny?” Jisung asks. “I was planning to leave it a secret, but since my little kitty decided to try and prey on me, I knew I needed to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak.” Jisung chuckles deeply at this little joke.
He continues to rub Minho through his sweatpants, bringing him to the brink of painful hardness. He moans again, almost begging for relief. Jisung takes pity and pushes his sweatpants and briefs down, releasing his cock. He gathers the pre-cum that has collected at the tip and begins to stroke him with purpose. He can’t stop watching the scene play out in the mirror in front of him. Suddenly he finds he’s unable to hold himself up, leaning back into the man and resting his weight on him. His eyes never leave the reflection, watching Jisung hold him up effortlessly as he continues his ministrations.
“You have such a nice cock, my Bunny. Too bad it’s useless to me. I’ve been waiting to get my hands on this ass since your first stream. Just say no if you don’t want it.” He strokes a bit faster. The pre-cum keeps coming, easing the glide of the man’s hand. Minho finds himself convulsing, on the precipice of release already. He feels Jisung placing a light kiss on his neck, right under his ear and it’s all Minho needs to see white streaming up his sweatshirt before his vision blacks out and he loses consciousness from the shock of it all.
When he comes to, he’s laid on Jisung’s bed, stripped naked. He sees Jisung sitting at the foot of the bed watching him. As he lifts his head he hears a tinkling of a little bell. He then realizes he’s wearing a cat collar with a bell on it.
“I told you that you should wear a collar. I knew you would look good in it. I’ve decided that your fans can keep their Bunny. You’re my Kitty now.” Jisung smirks as he slowly crawls towards Minho. “I’m going to take you now, my Kitty. All you have to do is say no and it’s over.”
Minho tries to swallow, but can’t around the lump in his throat. He knows he should be scared, but his body is reacting to Jisung’s words. Filling itself out, preparing for Jisung. “I-i-i don’t want to say no,” he stammers.
“Good boy.” Jisung says as he takes Minho in hand and brings his cock to his lips. Licking around the tip before running his tongue down the underside of his dick. Minho grips the comforter as his body tenses from the pleasure. Jisung licks back up before taking him in whole. He slowly lifts Minho’s knees until his feet are planted on the bed, then he spreads them to make room for himself. He continues to take him down his throat, causing Minho to jerk at the sensation. Then Minho feels a wet pressure against his rim. His mind fights between enjoying the pleasure and trying to realize what is happening. Before he can make sense of it all, he feels Jisung’s warm, lubed finger pressing into him. His body seizes from the dual feeling.
Minho’s body can’t choose whether to clench because of the pressure inside him or relax because of the pleasure around him. Before it can decide, Jisung is pressing a second finger inside. Minho can’t help but release his tension in loud involuntary moans. Jisung begins scissoring his fingers, preparing him for what’s to come. After a few moments, he crooks his fingers up in just the right spot, causing Minho to release into his throat. Jisung hits the spot a few more times between stretches while he sucks him through his second orgasm of the day.
Minho begins to feel overstimulated, but Jisung continues stretching him until he can fit a third finger in. The stretch and the overstimulation are overbearing. Minho whines. “Too much. T-t-too much.”
“Are you telling me to stop?”
Minho doesn’t know how to answer, so instead he just closes his eyes and shakes his head no.
Jisung stretches him through the pain, crooking his fingers every so often to hit that delicious bundle of nerves. Finally, Minho feels him remove his fingers. He breathes a sigh of relief when he finally gets a break from the burning sensation of overstimulation. Jisung kisses his way up Minho, sucking small bruises all over him as he goes. Starting with small kisses on his cock, then up his tummy, across his ribs, taking a moment to lavish attention to the small scar there. Then up to his nipples where he teases them into stiff peaks before sucking beautiful bruises around each of them. Minho is in a flood of emotions and thoughts. His body is in a continuous struggle between fight, flight and freeze, but every new sensation from Jisung’s mouth and hands brings an intense burning of lust throughout him. He wills his body to relax and accept.
“I’ve wanted to glorify this body for so long. Every time you were streaming I thought about watching you fuck your toys with my marks all over you for all your adoring fans to see.”
He lifts Minho up and helps him to flip over so he’s on his hands and knees. He continues worshiping Minho’s body leaving proof of his reverence on every surface. Marks line his neck and back until Jisung reaches his ass. He sucks a few more marks on each cheek, slightly biting into one just enough to leave teeth marks, but not hurt.
He feels Jisung’s hands spread his cheeks before he feels a warm, wet pressure inside of him. Minho gasps, clenching around the man’s tongue as he fucks it in and out of him. He feels a bit of pressure as he pushes a couple of fingers in beside the tongue, massaging his prostate. Minho whines, still very sensitive, almost to the point of pain. Even so, an overwhelming urge overtakes him. He feels Jisung’s tongue leave his opening and his warm mouth wrap around his cock as he continues stroking the nerves. Minho releases into Jisung’s mouth again for his third orgasm. He doesn’t know how much more he can take.
“Taste so good. I knew you would. I could eat you all day.” Jisung coos.
Minho is shaking and barely able to keep himself up, however Jisung wraps his hands on either side of his waist and helps hold him in place. He feels a blunt pressure against his rim.His eyes snap open, only to widen further when he looks back to see Jisung lining himself up to push in. “Too soon!” he yells. Trying to scramble out of his grasp, but Jisung is too strong.
“Is it? Does my Kitty need a break already? Maybe we should call it a day?”
Scared to lose this opportunity to be with the object of his obsession, Minho recants. “No! Don’t stop. Please!”
Jisung smiles and pushes in slowly, breaching the tight ring. Stopping long enough for Minho to catch his breath and adjust before continuing the tortuous plunge. When he’s fully sheathed inside him, Jisung leans over and kisses the back of his neck. Calming the man who is on the verge of hyperventilating.
“There, there. Such a good Kitty for me.”
Once Minho can breathe properly again, Jisung shifts his hips to draw out slightly, then pushes back in. Minho struggles to keep himself lifted, eventually his arms give out and his face is buried in the pillow. He bites down on it to not scream at the overstimulation. Then he feels a slight pain as Jisung grabs the back of his head and lifts him by his hair. He forces Minho to stare into the mirror at the head of his bed.
“Can’t have my Kitty miss the finale.” He laughs as he forces Minho to watch. Minho looks absolutely debauched, his face flushed, eyes half-lidded, pillow case trapped between his bunny teeth. He wants to close his eyes, but he can’t stop looking at the mirror.
The pain of overstimulation finally starts to subside as Jisung angles to hit his prostate dead on. Minho finds himself filling out again. Jisung begins to move faster, drawing out until just the tip is left and then plunging right back in. The bell around Minho’s neck chiming with every thrust.
“You feel so good, my Kitty. Knew that you would. Glad you’re mine.”
“Y-yours…” Minho muffles from around the pillow case.
“That’s right. All mine. No one else can have you ever again. Whose are you?”
“Yours,” Minho drops the pillow case from his teeth.
“Whose?”
“YOURS!” Minho yells at a particularly hard thrust.
“Mine.”
Jisung turns Minho over on his back, lifting Minho’s legs to hold them over his arms. He pushes back in and resumes the brisk pace. The slapping of skin is pornographic as it bounces off the walls. Minho can’t stop the yells coming from him with every hard thrust. He’s never felt this good before.
Jisung releases one of his legs and Minho looks to see him holding his phone, pointed at where they are connected.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect. So fucking perfect wrapped around me. Made just for me.” Jisung says while taking a video. “I can feel you clenching. Are you gonna cum for me again, Kitty?”
The thrusts become impossibly harder and Minho can’t hold off for any longer.
“Whose are you, Kitty?” Jisung demands.
“Yours! Yours! Only yours!” Minho screams as he releases for a fourth time all over his torso.
This time the overstimulation is truly unbearable, as Jisung keeps pounding into him working towards his own release. Minho feels the tears building in his eyes, falling down his temples until he finally feels Jisung releasing into the condom inside him. He almost wishes he wasn’t wearing it.
Jisung tosses his phone to the side and half collapses on Minho, kissing away his tears. “Good job, Baby. You took me so well. That’s my good Kitty.” He kisses his breath away as he pulls out. Minho whines into his mouth at the feeling of emptiness left behind. “There, there, Kitty. We’re just taking a break. I’ll fill you up again soon.”
He feels a warm washcloth running across his skin, cleaning away the slippery lube and sticky release. He can’t bring himself to open his eyes, so he just turns on his side. Satisfied, spent, boneless. He feels the comforter pulled from under him then the light weight encompassing him. Jisung’s weight is then shifted to lay behind him and he feels his arm wrap around his stomach, holding him close, hand resting over his pounding heart, one finger tinkling the little bell that still hangs from his neck.
Minho nuzzles into the touch, never really realizing how much he’d been missing it. An overwhelming sense of happiness falls over him, replacing the loneliness he’d never noticed before. He sighs sleepily as Jisung continues to hold him tight, kissing softly across his neck and shoulders. Minho could get used to this. He always thought he needed to be the aggressor, the one on top, but Jisung made him realize it’s nice to lay back and be taken care of. He’s decided that Bunny can stay aggressive, but Kitty…Kitty is going to sit back and let his Mouse do all the work. He definitely could get used to this.
“You know this has to be our little secret, right, my Sweet Kitty? You’re only mine now, but we can’t tell anyone until after graduation.” Jisung whispers into his ear, leaving a soft kiss on his neck. “I’ll fill you up as much as you want, every single day, but it’s our little secret.”
“Only yours. Our little secret.” Minho repeats in agreement before falling into a deep, dreamless, carefree sleep.