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Minho leans over Jisung's shoulder and looks at the paper, so close that Jisung can feel hot breaths on the side of his neck, "You're not doing bad."
Jisung turns his head and plants a kiss on Minho's cheek, centimeters from his lips, "Baby, how much am I improving?"
Minho nudges Jisung to look at the paper and leans into the side of his neck, running his soft lips in a line, not quite kissing it. He feels Jisung shiver and sighs. He subconsciously tilts his head to give more space and touches Minho's cheek, softly pulling him closer.
"You're getting so much better," Minho feels a rush of adrenaline spike in his veins and for half a second, imagines all the ways he wants this to go. "You've been making me happy about the progress you've been making," Minho bites his earlobe softly, making Jisung let out a very breathy moan.
Jisung, eyes half-lidded, tries running his hands over Minho to find something to pull him closer with. He lands on his school tie and pulls him, forcing his sharp nose to run over Jisung's jaw as he makes his way around his chair.
"Baby~..." Jisung whispers, head tilted all the way back and his hands entangled in Minho's hair, "So pretty..."
"Me?" Minho smirks, pulling away to look at Jisung's state, and happily running his thumb over Jisung's bottom lip.
"Yeah..."
Minho pulls Jisung closer, "But right now you look so pretty, already a mess for me." He knows he's pressed the right buttons because Jisung immediately pulls him hungrily for a needy kiss. Minho lightly laughs into the kiss before letting his tongue into Jisung’s mouth, biting when needed. He knows when Jisung loves being roughly treated.
He grabs Jisung by his slutty waist and pulls him up, lips still connected and hungry. He goes at Jisung’s bottom lip with his teeth, making sure it looks swollen and red by the end, and walks him towards a wall to push him against it for support. He pulls on Jisung's bottom lip with his teeth, till it slips and recoils back against Jisung’s bottom teeth.
"Please..." Jisung's eyebrows tense in a pleading way, and he makes his best doe eyes.
Minho smiles menacingly, "What?"
Jisung wraps his hands around Minho's neck and buries his face into his shoulder, "You."
Minho runs a teasing finger on Jisung's jaw, "I'm already here though..."
"Touch me," He pleads.
"Where?" Minho questions, fake innocence laced in his voice. He runs his hands on Jisung's thighs, "Here?" He grabs at his ass, "Or here?" And finally his fingers tease over the zip of his jeans, making sure to only apply the lightest feather touch, "Perhaps here?"
Jisung gasps and whines into his shoulder, "Fuck, there...more..."
"Tell me and I'll give it to you, since you've been doing so good." He smiles resting his hand on Jisung's zip.
"I-," Jisung breathes heavily. His face turns even more impossibly flushed and stays silent, "Please."
Minho frowns, "Say it."
"You know what I want!" Jisung whines loudly.
He gasps when Minho grabs his wrist and ass. He hauls Jisung up and makes him wrap his legs around, "If you think you'll get it by not doing what I say, good luck." Jisung knows he's messed up when Minho is pacing towards the bedroom, biting on every part of Jisung he can get.
Jisung feels the cushion on his back as Minho throws him on the bed, which doesn’t hurt because it’s so soft.
But then Minho sits on the couch that’s right in front of the bed.
He tilts his head, expression cold and irritated. Which of course Jisung knows is all feigned for the bedroom. "I'm not sure what you mean, so I think it's better if you show me what you want me to do. It's easier than saying it right?" There is a glow of pure evil in his eyes.
"Fuck me...please..." Jisung mutters a final request, trying to sound sorry.
But Minho's stern when he says, "Lube is in the top right drawer."
Jisung gives the most pleading puppy eyes he can but he's met with the same cold, cruel and lustful expression. That’s when Jisung realized he wouldn’t be getting his way, he realized he could use one of his ideas he’s wanted to do for so long.
But Minho doesn't know that, and how giddy Jisung is for this opportunity. He knows exactly how to get him back. Oh poor Minho…thinking he was punishing Jisung.
Minho seems to notice the change in Jisung’s demeanor and he raises an eyebrow, Jisung only smirks back.
He innocently, and painfully slowly takes off his sweatshirt, his shirt running up with it. He stares fiercely right back at Minho as he throws it on the floor. He crawls to the edge of the bed and sits on it, his feet on the floor, when he pulls it down his jeans, giving Minho a show. A torturously slow show. He kicks his jeans to the side and cups his clothed dick, a moan escaping his red lips. He whimpers and whines, making sure to throw his head back when he says, "This is what I want," realizing that all the embarrassment and shame has already left him, just pure adrenaline. He smiles and breathes out, "I want you to touch my dick, so slow, and make me," he groans, "make me beg to be touched, and..."
Jisung lets go of his cock. He's in this torture as much as Minho is but teasing Minho feels so good. And the expression of absolute lust on Minho's face is priceless. He notices the way Minho's hand twitches but falls back against his thigh. He knows how bad he wants to touch. He knows.
He spreads his legs and leans back, one hand propping him up from the back so he is in full display, then, he thumbs his boxers and pulls it down with only one finger making the reveal so much slower. He sees the rise and fall of Minho's chest and it makes his cock throb even harder, all up for show for his boyfriend. As the boxer falls just enough for cock to bounce out against his stomach, the tips of Minho’s ears redden and he just manages to suppress his grin. He sighs, crawling back on bed, and says, "And...I need you to touch me like this..."
He rests his back against the headboard of the bed and runs his fingers over his nipples pinching them. He pinches his cold fingers and his other hand runs over his inner thigh, teasing himself. He’s absolutely basking in the attention of smooth hot lava forming in his lower belly from how wrecked Minho looks, which isn’t much because he rarely ever saw him look extremely wrecked.
He whines out Minho's name, gasping and moaning. Minho suddenly stands and paces towards him, "Okay fine, I get it."
Jisung firmly says, “Minho,” Minho stops dead in his tracks from the tone, wide eyed. Jisung directs his finger downwards, “sit down”
He innocently continues, "I'm just showing you," he smiles and then falls into a dark expression as he looks at his leaking cock, “what you asked me to.” He grabs it and smears it, his breaths get choppy, and he starts pumping.
The way shocks of pleasure are sent though his body is addicting and he moans loudly, curses, cries of Minho's name. Some of the moans come natural, some of them he emphasizes them just enough to drive Minho mad.
"Please," Jisung gasps looking at Minho's tense face, his other hand grabbing the pillow on his left, "touch me like this."
He sees Minho touch himself through his pants with such a transfixed look on his face and he swears that he almost cums. He looks so hypnotized and his ears couldn’t be getting any redder. The thought of knowing that he made him so turned on that he couldn't hold himself back any long was so fucking sexy. He slows down his pace, crawling back towards the edge of the bed with a pillow in hand. Minho looks back and forth between the pillow and him, palming himself and groaning, comprehension dawning on him quickly.
Jisung smiled and tilted, "Damn, you can't hold yourself back baby?" He puts the pillow under him and feels relief as soon as he feels the friction on his cock, "Mph, fuck, Ah...bet you want me to ride your thighs...like this..." His sentences come out broken and more hoarse as he drags his soaking cock on Minho’s pillowcase. Minho’s patience breaks and he pulls down his jeans and boxers just enough, and starts jerking himself off, deep groans escaping his lips. It gets Jisung even harder and the fire in him grows even more. He looks at Minho half-lidded and slightly dazed, with just enough confident energy in him to not sound like a baby and whispers, "You're enjoying this so much aren't you? Watching me hump a pillow."
"Baby I bet I'd cum on your thighs. You want me screaming your name while I do it, right?" He gasps, he has no control over what he's saying anymore, and he continues fucking himself onto the pillow, "I-I did this yesterday and the week before...and the first day you tutored me. I imagined my pillow was you, your thigh, anything. Always after you left." He's a moaning mess and he's words are barely audible and jumbled up, barely enough for Minho to decipher, "I wanted..you...cock..in me...rail...fingered myself...all the time," For his final card, he turns around, and puts his ass for show dipping his back low and rutting against the pillow once more.
He knows Minho's walls are crumbling even more when he hears a faint, "Jisung..."
Jisung chuckles almost maniacally, "Oh baby, I haven't stretched myself yet," He opens the cabinet and pulls out the lube, "didn't you want to see me fuck myself open for show? I'm showing you, so now watch what I do every time you're not there to fuck me." He opens the bottle with a pop and he pours some on his fingers.
Of course he wants Minho to fuck him, it's so, so tempting. But he wants Minho to see him fuck himself. But he is a big exhibitionist. And he’s been wanting to get Minho to do something about that kink. That was…until the opportunity decided to present itself. The though of turning Minho on just by touching, moaning and fucking himself is more than enough to send him in a spiral. The knowledge that he is the one driving Minho mad and imagining what Minho must be thinking about him makes his cock leak even more precum.
And now he's making his sexual dreams come true with not one but two fingers scissoring inside him and his head buried in the bed, his ass on full display as he fucks into himself. He mouths out pleas, whines, moans of gibberish and curses, all slightly muffled by the bed. Minho groans loudly and he can hear Minho’s hand moving faster, the dirty and slick sounds coming from both of them.
"You fuck me so good, baby," Jisung gasps and lets out a near pornographic moan after he brushes past his prostate. He continues hitting that spot, tears streaming down his round cheeks, eyes rolling back each time his abuses his prostate, he nearly sobs "Right there, Minho...Fuck me so hard, till I can breathe, till I'm sobbing..."
He moves to now show a side profile of himself and turns so his face can be seen by Minho. He chokes on a sob while looking at Minho, crying uncontrollably on his own fingers while pumping his cock. He goes cross-eyed for a second and his vision turns blurry till he can’t even process Minho’s image anymore. He nearly screams as he bucks himself into his fingers, "Look what you do to me."
Minho fucking breaks.
The deep hot red fire in his groin was too hot to handle anymore. He pulls off the t-shirt from above him at record speed and attacks Jisung's lips like a man who hasn't had water in days, nearly attacking him with his teeth. His words echo’s nothing but pure, hot desire from his core, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby if you don't let me fuck you right now I'll go mad." He manhandles Jisung and Jisung groans, pulling out his fingers. Minho doesn't hesitate to push his dick in. Jisung screams in a way that in any other circumstance would've been scary.
Minho bites on Jisung's shoulder and he pounds into him, aiming for the spot again and again and huffs, "You loved every fucking second of that. You wanted to see me unravel at how pretty you look being so fucked out for me."
Jisung continues sobbing, truly his most loudest pornographic that’s ever left his mouth, ringing in every part of the house. Jisung makes out a beg to cum and Minho pumps his dick, speeding up his own pace and leaving bites all over his neck, "Look at you crying on my dick. So pretty, so good. This is what you wanted, huh?"
Jisung's grabbing onto the bedsheets, or anything he can get, and he cums, and cums so hard he nearly blacks out. He gasps at the overstimulation. He's held limp, as he's fucked into by Minho. Minho laughs, "Baby, you should end what you started..." He touches Jisung's half-hard cock and pumps again till it’s at full hardness for the second time.
Jisung sobs into Minho's neck and his walls tighten around Minho's cock, and comes again shaking for the overstimulation. It makes the walls around Minho’s cock tighten so hard that Minho gasps and groans loudly as he cums, his thrusts losing the rhythm. He slows down to fuck his cum into Jisung, "So...good..." He falls against Jisung's chest and they both are breathing heavily.
It takes a second for Minho to realize Jisung is still crying and he faces him, "Jisungnie...I'm sorry...are you okay? I shouldn't have gone that hard."
Still crying and hiccupping, Jisung shakes his head, smiling through his wet tears. Minho rests him against the pillow and grabs a bottle of water for him. After a few sips, Jisung's breaths steady and he closes his eyes.
"It was just the overstimulation, sorry, that was so, so incredibly good..." Jisung looks at him with the most tired and dazed eyes, as if he'll fall asleep of exhaustion any second. And at first Minho doesn’t believe Jisung is okay. That is until he truly looks at just how euphoric and relaxed Jisung looks at him. He looks like he’s just been sent to heaven and back, and there is a small tired grin forming at his lips.
Minho smiles, blushing as he buries his face in Jisung’s neck, "Don't apologize baby. It was so hard to hold myself back after what you did."
Jisung gives him his heart-shaped grin in adoration, “I think that made it even better.” He winks at Minho, “I know I’m just so irresistible.”
And as much as Minho feels the wet fluids between them dry slightly, he still holds Jisung until Jisung sleeps. When Jisung's properly asleep he cleans him up gently so he doesn’t wake him up and takes a shower. When he comes back, Jisung's awake.
Minho frowns, walking towards him, "Hey, go to sleep, jagi." He pushes a lock of hair from Jisung’s face and kisses his forehead.
Jisung cups his cheek and gives Minho a small kiss, still half-lidded, "I'm fine, I swear."
Minho pulls up his new and clean pair of boxers and pajamas as he says, "I never thought you would like doing that so much.” He smirks, “Didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist."
"It seems like you liked that more than me," Jisung says smugly, “I think you might be a voyeur.”
Minho lays beside him and runs his sharp nose over the nape of his neck, watching Jisung shiver, "Yeah, I just might, that was so fucking sexy." Minho grins, “Or I just might like seeing my boyfriend bent over and pretty for me.”
"Don't turn me on again, I don't have any energy left," Jisung chuckled, hugging Minho and smiling, burying his head in his chest.
"I know," Minho smiles, "Good night, love you."
Jisung pulls Minho in for a kiss, "I love you too."