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“My roommate is so nice,” Jisung praised, a subtle boast to his friends, considering he had nothing else to brag about lately.
He took a few bites of his rice before continuing. The four others, scattered on either side of him, sat comfortably in Chan and Felix’s living room. It was a chill evening hangout.
“Like, seriously.” Jisung covered his mouth as he chewed. “I think he’s the perfect roommate.”
“Yeah? How come?” Chan asked, more engaged in the conversation than the others.
“Aside from basic shit like doing the cleaning and never causing a disturbance, he even cooks for us now,” Jisung explained proudly. “He does all the grocery shopping, and we have at least one or two meals a day together. Usually dinner, sometimes breakfast if I’m awake in time before he heads to work.”
“Minho-hyung, right?” Seungmin confirmed. “You moved in together, what, four months ago?”
“Mhm!”
“It sounds like you’re friends, why do you keep referring to him as your roommate?” Changbin asked.
“I don’t know… we don’t really hang out much outside of, well, our apartment, but we’re home a lot,” Jisung answered sheepishly, setting his empty bowl on the table then leaning back. “He has his own friend group. Friends he does dance with.”
“You could ask,” Chan suggested. “He’d agree for sure.”
“No way. He should be the one to initiate it,” Jisung argued.
“Why’s that?”
“Because he’s the one that initiates things!”
“You know,” Felix said, “some of this makes you sound pretty bad in comparison. You don’t wanna be the dependent roommate,” he teased, chuckling.
“Eh? Me? Bad?”
“Well, you admitted to not doing the cooking and cleaning, and I know damn well that your music equipment is noisy, Jisung-ah,” Changbin said, shaking his head.
“He’s never complained,” Jisung murmured. “Anyway, I was thinking of doing something nice for him. You guys will understand that now. He does a lot for me, and he never lets me feel bad about it, so I wanna do something to show I’m grateful.”
“You could kiss him,” Felix joked.
“Ha ha. Serious suggestions please,” Jisung said dryly.
“It sounds like you really like him,” Seungmin added. “Maybe offering a ‘thank you’ kiss isn’t such a bad idea.”
“God, you’re gay,” Jisung muttered, stifling a smile. “Not only would he reject me, but then I’d have to evict myself from the apartment!”
“Oh, but you’re considering it?” Chan teased too, laughing like he found an opportunity. “I mean, I always thought you’d make a cute match.”
Jisung whined. “Tell me you did not introduce us because of that.”
“Well…”
“What’s he into?” Felix asked, seemingly prepared to offer actual suggestions. “Get him a gift and a nice card.”
Jisung gasped. “Or, I could cook for him–!”
Unanimously, the others responded with a loud, “No!”
“Okay, jeez!” Jisung raised his hands defensively. “Alright, he’s into dancing, obviously, and other athletic stuff, like fitness, boxing. He likes fishing. Hey, I could get him a fish.”
“Do not get him a fish,” Changbin replied calmly.
“–He also likes anime, I think,” Jisung continued. “Maybe a body pillow. Channie-hyung, you have one of those, right?” he asked, turning towards the man.
Felix stared at Chan, blinking slowly.
“Chris…?”
“I don’t! I don’t!” Chan defended, glaring at Jisung. “I promise you, it was a joke! I don’t need a pillow, babe, I have you!”
“Is this why you were weird about me going in your closet?” Felix asked, ignoring him.
The others laughed as Chan desperately attempted to explain himself.
Jisung sat innocently. Of course, he knew Chan didn’t have one, but if he deserves to be teased, then so do they.
Once it settled down, Seungmin returned to the Minho topic.
“You could treat him to a meal. Then you’d spend time together outside of home, and do something for him.”
“That’s a good idea,” Jisung said in thought. He folded his legs, sitting on his knees on the couch. “Ah, it can be like a date!”
“For a self-proclaimed straight guy, you sure seem enthusiastic about a date with your hot roommate,” Changbin smirked.
“If you think he’s hot, then you should shoot your shot. I never said that,” Jisung easily retorted.
“You thought it though, yeah?” Chan laughed.
“… Yeah.”
Jisung had always been comfortable with the topic of sexuality. Sure, his parents were slightly homophobic, but it wasn’t anything above average.
His friend group was practically the pride parade–Felix’s words, not his. All of them confidently identified as something other than straight. All of them except Jisung.
He had no problem with it, it genuinely didn’t make a difference to him. He loved them as people, and loved to hear about their feelings, regardless of who they were towards.
In fact, he always envied Chan and Felix’s close bond. See, they fell in love and then moved in together. As for Jisung and Minho, they were hardly acquaintances.
Chan, as their mutual friend, suggested it and introduced them, since no one else could accommodate Jisung after Felix moved out of their place, and he needed to find somewhere close to their music studio.
“He’s a really, really good guy. I think you’ll get along well as roommates, but if not, we’ll work something out, yeah?”
“Okay, Channie-hyung. I trust you.”
He was glad he trusted Chan.
It was a big step. Minho was polite from the first interaction, though Jisung found him slightly intimidating, admittedly because of his looks.
His demeanor and the way he carried himself was unlike anyone Jisung had encountered. It was quiet confidence, a quality Jisung wished he exuded.
Minho was someone who could be brief, but was absolutely sure of every word he chose to speak. Deliberate. He wasn’t stiff or uncomfortable, he wasn’t awkward–no, that was Jisung.
Both of them took a few weeks to unpack properly, which is when they began to properly talk, and they warmed up to each other naturally.
Now, it was comfortable.
They had a nice little routine. They greeted each other in the mornings. Most days, Minho would drive to work. Other days, he’d first travel to where he practiced dance with his group–in which case, he would give Jisung a ride to the music studio, since the building wasn’t too far.
They texted, but it was pretty brief. Minho would send random updates about the weather, what he was doing, if he was going to be late home.
He was doing part-time work in a warehouse recently, Jisung recalled. Definitely not easy. Physically demanding, as most laborious work. Previously, he had worked in convenience stores, restaurants, and even teaching.
He was looking to become a dance teacher next. Jisung hoped it would work out for him soon.
He focused back on the conversation. The others were talking among themselves as he zoned out. If Changbin responded, he missed it.
He never invited his friends over to his apartment. Minho didn’t either, so he figured he shouldn’t, but they could’ve invited over Chan at the very least.
Honestly, it felt like they had only just settled in, so now would be a good time to start doing things. He didn’t know what was stopping him.
Maybe that… weird tension at home that he didn’t want anyone witnessing. He couldn’t describe it, but he really didn’t like awkward encounters, and he didn’t understand why this tension was there, or even if it was actually there, or whether he was overthinking it.
Okay, it shouldn’t be that complicated. Zone back in properly this time, Han Jisung.
“No, Seungmin, you can’t give it another name. If you get off to being called ‘puppy’, it’s a petplay thing,” Changbin groaned, fed up.
What the fuck kind of conversation were they in the middle of?
The rest of the evening went by nicely. Once the sun dipped down and light no longer poured through the window, the three guests got up with a stretch and announced their departure, thanking Chan and Felix for having them over, who themselves were cuddling on an armchair together.
It was cute, Jisung thought. They were always affectionate with each other, not through excessive PDA, but in little ways. He liked that.
Changbin dropped him home, wished him a good night, and headed off.
Jisung approached the building nervously, and made his way up in the elevator with a strange feeling in his stomach.
He wanted to ask Minho out to dinner tonight, but it would be really short notice. Besides, he may have already cooked something. He may not even be available.
He reached his apartment door, sighing and then taking a deep breath, unlocking and entering.
He softened at the sight of Minho curled up on the couch, scrolling through his phone with only a dim lamp illuminating the surroundings.
“Jisungie, welcome home,” he greeted sweetly, tucking his phone into his pocket when he noticed him. “Did you have fun with your friends?”
“It was fine! Kinda sleepy though,” Jisung answered, taking a few steps towards him, but not joining him on the couch. “Have you eaten?”
“No, I got home not too long ago. I was meaning to pick something up on my way home, but…” Minho trailed off. “I know you love our cheat days, so I’m down to order pizza. We could watch a movie along with it, what do you say?”
“Ah! Hyung, that sounds perfect!”
Shit, there went the chance of a dinner date.
A pizza and a comfy night in just sounded so much nicer than going to a restaurant. It appealed to him so strongly that he couldn’t hesitate at all before agreeing.
“Okay, good!” Minho smiled. “I’ll order while you freshen up.”
Jisung matched his smile, rushing to his bedroom as Minho called up.
He had a quick shower and came out in pyjamas, eagerly getting in beside Minho, who lifted the blanket for him and covered their laps.
“Could’ve dried your hair, at least,” Minho commented as some water dripped off the strands and onto his shoulder.
Jisung pulled away apologetically. “Oops, I’m so sorry. I’ll go grab the hair dryer–”
Before he could get up, Minho pressed a hand over his thigh and lightly pushed down so he remained sitting.
“‘s okay, just don’t get a headache. Here, there’s a towel here.” He stretched his other arm out, grabbing a small towel that was draped on a nearby chair and handing it to him.
Jisung thanked him, dabbing at the ends of his hair.
It was only when he finished that he realised Minho’s hand was still resting on his thigh.
It was fine. It was friendly. There was no reason to focus on it.
He leaned on Minho’s shoulder, watching him surf through different movie options.
“Do you want to watch something specific, or a recent release? The Kdrama actor you like is in this one.” Minho pointed with the remote.
Jisung’s attention drifted down to the suggestions below.
“Have you ever seen Howl’s Moving Castle?” he asked.
“This one?” Minho hummed, clicking on it. “I’ve seen a lot of Ghibli movies, but I never got around to watching this one.”
“Oh my god, can we?” Jisung asked excitedly, sitting up to look at him with expectant eyes. “Please, hyung, it’s one of my favourite movies! I’m sure you’ll love it!”
Minho chuckled, already playing it.
The familiar song in the movie intro filled Jisung with happiness and warmth.
“I didn’t know you liked Ghibli,” he thought out loud.
“I like the animation style and the music very much,” Minho replied.
“I like the love story in this,” Jisung spoke a little quieter.
“You’re making me watch a romance? You know that’s not my usual watch, Sungie…” Minho said lightly.
“There’s so much more to it! It’s really beautiful, hyung, believe me.”
“I believe you.”
When the pizza arrived a few minutes later and Minho got up to get it, Jisung realised he missed the warmth of his palm over his thigh, and the feeling of being pressed beside him.
He felt the absence more than he should have.
Was he actually touch-starved? This was supposed to be relaxing, but he still felt on edge.
He decided to focus all his attention on the movie.
Minho was back soon, opening the box out on the table in front and picking out a slice.
“Immersed?” he softly asked.
Jisung nodded.
“Not interested in the food, Sung? Oh–she looks different.” Minho blinked, seeing aged Sophie in the movie.
“It was a curse. I’ll rewind it for you,” Jisung laughed, doing so. As he did, Minho brought his slice to Jisung’s mouth instead of his own.
He opened his mouth for Jisung to imitate, and he did, letting Minho feed him a bite.
“Mmm, woah, hyung, it tastes so good!” Jisung finally looked down and acknowledged the food. “I realise how hungry I am now.”
He reached for his own slice while Minho observed in amusement, finishing up the one he bit into.
When they finished their meal, he sighed contentedly and lied back, sinking into the cushions.
“Gonna be awake ‘til the end?” Minho asked gently.
“Mhm. Not gonna sleep, just sleepy.”
“You sure?”
“‘s my comfort movie,” Jisung told him, bringing the blanket closer up his chest.
As he did, Minho slid an arm around him, letting him rest against his chest instead of his arm.
“Oh,” Jisung let out, a little caught off guard.
But Minho didn’t say anything. Maybe this wasn’t anything unusual, Jisung was just unnecessarily tense–no, the room, the atmosphere was unnecessarily tense.
Minho must have sprayed his cologne on his neck, because like this Jisung could smell it strongly. The fragrance was pleasant and not overwhelming. It smelled natural, like it was mixed with Minho’s own scent. He sighed softly, silently enjoying it.
“Growing up, I had the biggest crush on Howl, I swear,” Jisung confessed, laughing at the scene of Howl having a breakdown after his bath, when his hair colour changed. “I liked the blond a lot. The black too. The orange? Not so much…”
“Doesn’t sound very straight of you, Jisungie.”
“Yah, fictional characters don’t count. I know that much.”
“In real life, have you ever had a crush o–”
“This part always makes me feel so sad… he shouldn’t have made Sophie cry like that.” Jisung frowned, nuzzling closer as it played.
After it finished, he tried to find out what he wanted to ask, but Minho didn’t remember.
“I wish magic was real,” Jisung mumbled sleepily, the words muffled between the blanket and Minho.
“Even if you were put under a curse?” Minho questioned, amused.
“I’d find a way to break it.”
“Oh, would you? Or would you come crying to your hyung for help?”
“Hey–” Jisung giggled, nudging him. “If I had magical powers, I’d be unstoppable. As the hero, I would find a way to save myself and everybody all on my own.”
“Guess you’ll be the one rescuing me then, Sungie. Don’t let anyone put me under a spell,” Minho said, playing along.
“Not even me?”
He raised his eyebrows.
“You wanna put me under a spell?”
“You think I couldn’t do it?”
“No, I’m just curious as to what kind of spell you’d like to put me under.”
Jisung became nervous.
Was this flirting? No, Minho hadn’t made any moves on him. Why did it feel so–and how is Minho always so calm?!
In that moment, he shouldn’t have looked up at Minho, because that only made things so much more worse.
With how close they were, their faces were only inches apart. He was ready to pull away immediately, but Minho didn’t even flinch.
If he didn’t find it weird, then Jisung shouldn’t make it weird either, right?
Was it normal to be this way with your friend? Your roommate, who you had only known for only a few months?
Was it normal for Jisung’s heart rate to pick up the way it did?
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt his heart skip a beat, but it did just now when Minho’s eyes flickered down for a split second, then back up to meet his gaze.
“I… I don’t know…” Jisung finally answered, swallowing.
“It’s cute that you think you could put me under a spell,” Minho hummed, the corner of his mouth lifting. “If anything, that’s what I would be doing to you.”
“What kind of spell?” Jisung breathed, heart now quietly hammering in his chest.
Minho tutted. “Surely, you don’t expect an answer after not giving me one…”
You know what? That was fine. Jisung didn’t need an answer, because this was definitely not normal.
Whatever was happening between them right now had to stop immediately.
Minho was innocently pouting, but there was a dangerous look in his eye, one that made it impossible for Jisung to pull away.
When he swallowed, his throat was completely dry. “Hyung, the–the movie…”
“I’m watching.”
“No, you’re not. You’re staring at me,” he said quietly.
“Oh, am I?”
Like most of his friends, Minho liked to tease Jisung. It was always brief, occasionally a little flirty, but Jisung was used to flirty. He was more than accustomed to innuendos, or even touches, thanks to the company he kept around him.
But it never went into this kind of territory. It wasn’t like this at all.
It wasn’t Minho’s lips a breath away from his own, his hand finding his jaw and gently holding it.
Wait, did Minho even like guys?
Jisung could recall something about Minho having crushes on his classmates when he was younger, but he was in an all boys school at that time.
He never really talked about girls, but neither did Jisung. Not anymore. As a hormonal teen, Jisung’s lyrics with Chan and Changbin were more than enough to express whatever thirst was inside him.
Come to think of it, he didn’t know a lot about Minho. They weren’t strangers, but in some personal aspects, Jisung didn’t know him at all.
Maybe he was misreading it.
“Minho-hyung,” he called, “what’s on your mind?”
“Am I a good roommate, Sung-ah?” Minho asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his hand still loosely at his jaw.
“You are. You’re the best roommate. Actually, I was discussing it with the others earlier today.”
He tilted his head, blinking. “You were talking about me? What were you saying?”
“Just about how good you are,” Jisung replied, gaze drifting to the side nervously. “You… do the dishes and stuff.”
Minho exhaled a laugh. “That’s what you like about me?”
“Well yeah, but–no, I–”
Fuck, what was happening?
“I think everything about you is great. We live together well.” Jisung forced himself to look back at Minho, trying to focus on the sounds of the movie to ground himself. “We never really hang out, so I was planning on taking you out to dinner to show my gratitude.”
“Tonight?”
“Yeah, but you suggested staying in, and I agreed because it sounded nicer. I’m sorry.”
“Sungie…”
“Yeah?” Jisung swallowed.
“Sungie, you’re so cute,” Minho cooed, stroking his thumb against Jisung’s cheek. “You wanted to take me out on a little date?”
Jisung panicked. “Yeah–yeah, well–ah, I don’t know if you’d consider it a date, but–”
“Yeah, it’s a real shame you’re straight,” Minho sighed, defeatedly shrugging his shoulders and letting go of him.
Jisung’s lips parted, mouth opening to protest, but he didn’t even know what to say. He just sat there, frozen.
“What?” he managed.
What he just said was enough for Jisung to realise that Minho definitely wasn’t straight. His stomach twisted.
“Did I make you uncomfortable, Jisung-ah?” Minho asked, leaning against the backrest.
“No.”
It wasn’t that. He didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t that.
He was imagining it now. He was considering Minho a possibility. An option.
And that thought made his heart race with a feeling that could only be described as anticipation.
The corner of Minho’s lip twitched.
“I wonder… have you ever kissed a boy?” he asked straightforwardly.
Jisung’s breath hitched.
There was no denying it. The conversation really was taking that turn.
He was completely unprepared, and afraid to do something impulsively, but also afraid that he’d miss his chance at something.
It was conflicting and confusing, all those unexplored thoughts and feelings spiralling inside him.
“No,” he answered honestly.
“Ever wanted to?” Minho persisted.
“I–”
Only one man came to mind, and it was the one looking at him with half-lidded eyes and pretty, full lips.
“I don’t know.”
“I’m sure you do know. Think hard,” Minho said, patiently waiting for him to say out loud the answer he clearly already knew.
Jisung’s body felt like it was on fire. His skin was hot and his body had been twisted for so long that it was beginning to hurt.
“Minho-hyung, I’m… I’m not… I told you, I think I’m strai–”
“Would you still think I’m a good roommate if I admitted I’ve spent the last few months pretending I don’t wanna kiss you all over?”
Words spoken so casually that made Jisung’s entire world stop for a moment.
He didn’t know Minho had felt that way towards him.
This complicated things. They lived together, and making a move like that was beyond risky, it could mess up their entire arrangement, so how could Minho say it so carelessly? Was it just on impulse? Or did he not care?
Jisung cared. He wasn’t one to act on his desires and take risks. He never would have initiated this.
But Minho did.
And, fuck, Jisung was considering it.
No, he wasn’t just considering it, he wanted it.
He found Minho to be unlike anyone he had ever met before from the moment he first met him, and included in that was the fact that he was beyond beautiful, even for a guy, he remembered thinking.
His features were sharp, but somehow his face was soft. His eyes were strikingly intense, but also mellow. His gaze and the way he confidently held eye contact made Jisung nervous.
His touch never felt as simple as a friendly brush. His voice was sweet like honey. Anyone would find a person like him appealing, and his personality made him even more attractive.
Jisung admired him, and he expected to have that admiration at a distance. He never thought about… he never imagined…
Kissing Minho.
His gaze fell and he indulged in the thought, wondering what they’d feel pressed against his own. Rough? Soft? Would he kiss him hard, or just testingly at first? Would it help break that tension between them at the very least?
What if it was a mistake?
He liked Minho. Sure, he didn’t know every detail and depth of him, but he got to know him well in the time they spent together. It wasn’t mere attraction, or lust, or desire, or anything like that which could’ve clouded his vision. Even now, it didn’t feel cloudy. It just felt… vulnerable. New. Uncertain.
Minho’s expression wasn’t playful anymore. He was looking at Jisung patiently, like he was waiting for him to catch on.
Then, his tongue poked out as he licked his lips, and Jisung’s eyes followed the movement.
At that moment, he knew that he had never wanted to kiss someone so badly.
Screw it, he’d take the initiative just this once.
He shifted, at first a little reluctant, but then he turned his body fully to face Minho, swinging a leg over his hips until he straddled him. Minho’s hands found Jisung’s hips, and Jisung’s hands rested on his shoulders, which were firm to the touch.
He could hear the faint sounds of a conversation between Sophie and Calcipher in the background. Thankfully, he rewatched the movie several times so he didn’t need to focus. The view in front of him was far, far more appealing.
“Would it make me a bad roommate if I kissed you?” Jisung asked, voice a little shaky as one of his hands slid to Minho’s nape, threading his fingers through the overgrown strands of hair.
Minho smiled, a little amused by it. “Baby, we both know you’ve always been a bad roommate.”
Jisung couldn’t even bite back, his body out of his control and driving him forward, thighs tightening around his hips when he leaned in and closed the distance, his lips crashing against the man’s.
Soft.
That was his first thought. Their lips slotted perfectly together, Jisung’s lower lip pressed against Minho’s fuller upper lip, and Minho’s head tilted into it, angling their mouths so he could deepen it even further.
“Oh, Jisung…” he whispered, his hands slipping under the hem of his shirt and resting against the warm, bare skin of his waist underneath.
“Minho-hyung–”
Jisung didn’t pause. He took a quick breath and pushed more, tongue swiping against Minho’s lips. The taste was intoxicating. He breathed heavier, eyes fluttering open between kisses as if to check if Minho was still there in front of him.
“The pizza tastes even better like this,” he joked, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“If that was your attempt at dirty talk, please let me handle that part,” Minho groaned, but Jisung could feel his smile against his own lips.
“Wasn’t dirty,” he murmured.
“Right…”
A few seconds passed, then Minho suddenly sparked up. “You wanna have something dirty?”
“Eh?”
“Promise me you won’t freak out like a straight boy.”
“I–promise?”
He grinned, grabbing Jisung’s hips and shifting him downward until he was seated directly over his crotch. At the same time, he mouthed at Jisung’s neck, leaving wet kisses along a path to his jaw.
Jisung let out a weak noise, feeling the evident hardness beneath him. It was undeniable, and it should have turned him off if he were as straight as he claimed to be.
This was a man, and he had a cock which was pressing up right against him. Instead of being put off, even in the slightest, he found himself rolling his hips, dragging himself against it.
“You’re hard because of me?” he asked mindlessly.
“You’re hard because of me, too,” Minho states. “You should see yourself, all hot and bothered.”
“Shit, you’re so–hah…”
“I didn’t even have to instruct you to move,” Minho noted, pleased, holding his hips as Jisung grinded again.
“This is… it’s too much, hyung, god, I feel hot.”
“If you feel hot, you could try removing some of your clothes,” Minho suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Your dirty talk is worse than mine!”
He glared playfully, but tugged at the hem. Jisung paused and lifted his arms, allowing him to pull his shirt up over his head and toss it aside.
“Sung, you’re unreal,” Minho awed, running his hands along the sides of his waist and up his torso to his chest, exploring without reluctance.
Jisung looked away shyly.
“Wanted to touch you like this so bad,” Minho continued. “All those times you walked around in these cute pajamas, or topless, tempting me with this little waist of yours.”
“If that were the case, why didn’t you tell me anything?” Jisung shuddered, goosebumps prickling his skin along each place Minho touched.
“If it wasn’t the right moment, I thought I’d scare you. After all, you’re straight, aren’t you?” Minho reminded him.
“Ah, hyung…” Jisung’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment. He couldn’t pretend. “It sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? But you’re the first and only guy I’ve… wanted like this.”
Minho’s smile widened. “Just me?”
“Of course. You think I’ve done this with anyone else?”
“You’re telling me no guy has ever tried to pounce on you, cutie?”
Jisung’s head lowered. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve been… pursued like that.”
“Cowards,” Minho laughed. “But smart cowards. Maybe they all knew you were meant for me.”
“How intense.”
“Do you like intense?”
“God, yes.”
For a moment, they just looked at each other, surprised and a little giddy.
“Hey,” Jisung said, cupping his cheeks.
“Yeah?”
He bit his lower lip nervously. “I’m warning you, I’m gonna be really bad at this.”
“Bad at what?”
“Whatever we’re going to do.”
“What are we going to do?” Minho asked innocently.
“You little–”
He clicked his tongue. “I’m still your elder. Talk to me with respect.”
“Hyung, don’t play dumb with me,” Jisung stated. “I know you wanna fuck me.”
The more confidence that filled him, the bolder he became.
“Took you long enough to realise,” Minho huffed.
“Because I didn’t know you were this perverted.”
“Perverted… hmm, you misunderstand my intentions,” he said. “I want to continue living with you as normal.”
“What do you mean?”
“I like what we have,” he continued softly. “I like seeing your cute tired face in the morning, and I like having our meals together. I like it when you send me your own little shopping list, and when you get excited that I’m coming home early. We haven’t decorated much, but… this place feels like home.”
Jisung melted, thinking about it as Minho described it.
“I feel the same way. I don’t think I would have adjusted well to living alone, so I’m glad that I’ve had you. You make me feel really…” He flustered slightly. “You make me feel looked after.”
“Of course. I can see how happy you are when I look after you, cutie,” Minho responded, fingers absentmindedly tracing along his side.
“But how did I misunderstand your intentions?”
“You think I just wanna fuck you.”
“Don’t you? Don’t you wanna… oh my god, I didn’t mean to assume–”
“Shh.” Minho pressed a finger to Jisung’s lips. “Don’t get me wrong, I do wanna fuck you, and I will, but not like this.”
Jisung pouted, eyebrows twisting up. “But why?”
“You’re brave if you think you’re ready for me,” Minho snickered. “Tell me, has anything ever been up your ass?”
“Yeah, I’ve fingered myself and stuff.”
His eyes widened. “You have?”
“Should I… not have…?” Jisung asked nervously.
“It’s just surprising,” Minho said in thought. “That’s usually the hardest part for straight guys.”
“Stop calling me straight… we’ve established you’ve changed that.”
“Okay, sorry baby.”
“We would’ve made it work,” Jisung added.
“Mhm. I would’ve offered to let you top.”
“Me? Top you?” Jisung squeaked. “You’d let me?”
“We’ll save that for another time, seeing as my Jisungie is so keen on getting fucked,” Minho smirked.
God, was he always this–
Jisung couldn’t even describe him, but it was turning him on and making him squirm in his lap.
“At least touch me, hyung, please?” he asked needily. “I like your touch.”
“Gladly.”
Minho’s hand pressed against the small of his back and held him there, carefully repositioning them so Jisung lay on the couch with his head against a pillow on the armrest.
Jisung reached for the remote and switched off the TV.
Minho blinked. “Why?”
“Promise me you’ll finish it with me another time,” Jisung said.
“I promise.”
“Good. Continue.”
Minho remained between his legs. He peppered kisses along his chest and neck, not lingering anywhere for too long. The sensation made Jisung feel ticklish. He stared up at the ceiling.
When Minho’s mouth latched onto a nipple, he squeezed the couch cushions, instantly moaning out embarrassingly loud.
“Ah, hyung–!”
Minho licked over the bud, squeezing the other side of his chest and massaging the flesh.
He kissed it, then licked over it, before sucking gently. Jisung looked down at Minho’s eyelashes, downcast as his eyes were closed, focused. He looked pretty even like this. It was driving him insane.
Minho swapped over to the other side. This time, he pinched his nipple, playing with it, enjoying the noises and mewls Jisung was letting out.
“Haah, feels weird,” Jisung breathed, then gasped. “Yeah, oh my god, Minho–! Oh, mmmh–yeah, ah–!”
“Noisy baby,” Minho murmured, finally moving lower.
He trailed kisses down his abdomen, all the way down to his waistband, and then he kept going, spreading Jisung’s legs and kissing lower until his mouth pressed right over his clothed erection.
“Minho-hyung,” Jisung pleaded, chest rising and falling with each breath. “Please.”
“Is a blowjob okay for now, Sung?”
“Is it okay?!” Jisung repeated in disbelief. “I need your mouth on my dick or else I’m going crazy. Please, hyung. Please,” he whined helplessly.
He could hardly hear himself over all the desire swirling in his mind and chest. Everything felt overwhelmingly good, and he would get lost in it if he wasn’t careful.
However, he trusted Minho completely.
He was in safe hands and he knew that, which is why he was comfortable letting his thoughts out freely. If it was too much, Minho wouldn’t let things get out of hand.
“Were you joking about being straight this entire time? You don’t seem opposed to any of this in the way I expected,” Minho remarked.
“I don’t remember the last time I’ve liked someone.”
“Hmm, so this is just built up tension?” he asked, kissing over the bulge. “I suppose that’s also fine, we can help each other out…”
Was he seriously going to have a conversation like this?
“No, ah, I mean that I–how’d I know who I’m attracted to if there’s no one I like?” Jisung said. “I thought I was broken, or my standards were too unrealistic or something. I watch a lot of Kdramas.”
Minho giggled, ignoring that extra comment.
“That made me sound like a total loser, didn’t it?” Jisung sighed, laughing at himself. “I love romance and love, but I’ve never had a real relationship. Imagining it with a girl has always been easier, because that’s what I’m used to seeing.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I don’t know if that’s what’s right for me. After this, I realise I don’t know much about myself at all. Or you.”
“You can get to know anything you want to know about me,” Minho said. “As for the rest… I can only give one piece of advice.” He took a breath, crawling back up to face him properly. “You’ll only know by letting yourself feel things.”
“Letting myself feel things?”
“Mhm.” He nodded. “Experiment, try, discover. Indulge a little–with me, ideally.”
“Oh yeah?” Jisung smiled, cocking his head.
Minho kissed him on the mouth again, taking his time in savouring it. Jisung exhaled softly, mouth falling open to let his tongue in, letting it dance with his own.
“How’d I even last a day without kissing these lips?” Jisung asked himself, his heart blooming with indescribable feelings.
“I expected it to last longer,” Minho stated. “Didn’t think you’d come around this soon, but you hardly put up a fight. I would have waited longer for you.”
“You have me now, so why wait?” Jisung asked, far too eager.
“You don’t want to explore this slowly?”
He bit his tongue. “I want you to fuck me.”
Minho’s eyes flickered with clear desire, but he shook his head. “Not tonight,” he denied. “I want to make sure you don’t regret things afterwards. If all’s good between us, which it will be, you won’t even have to ask me. I’ll just take you as I want.”
Jisung gulped.
It was a valid concern. He wasn’t outwardly calling it an impulsive choice–because it wasn’t, it was consciously thought out–but he was careful with going all the way.
It was considerate. Even like this, he put Jisung before anything else. It was sweet, if it weren’t for the second half of his sentence and the hungry look still evident in his eyes.
“Hyung… you can’t–can’t say things like that…”
Minho kissed into the crook of his neck, sucking the skin but not with enough force to leave any marks, though Jisung wished he did.
“You don’t want it? I thought you were desperate for my cock, honey…”
“Take it out, please.”
Minho pulled at the drawstring of his sweatpants, loosening it and tugging it down his hips. Once his pants were off, he dragged down Jisung’s pyjama bottoms, leaving them both in their briefs.
“Cute,” he mused, palming at the wet patch in the fabric of Jisung’s underwear. “Now I’m definitely convinced you want this.”
“You weren’t convinced already?” Jisung asked, hissing in sensitivity. He could hardly keep his eyes open.
Minho grabbed his cock, squeezing until Jisung whimpered under his hold.
“Fuck–why?” he choked out.
“Hurts?”
“No, but take these off, please–” Jisung begged, reaching for his own waistband. Minho helped him peel off his briefs, throwing it aside with their clothes, then did the same.
Jisung hardly registered the size of him. His mouth gaped, leaning up on his elbows to stare. He was genuinely stunned.
“Holy shit, you’re huge,” he moaned. “God, your attitude makes so much sense now.”
“My attitude?”
“Ah, not a bad attitude, just… the way you are.”
Minho raised a brow.
“You’re so hot, Minho.”
“You’re hot too, but I think you know that.”
“Need you to tell me.”
“You’re the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen,” Minho easily said.
“More. Wanna know how much you like me.”
“Demanding…” Minho chuckled. “No. Let me show you how I feel instead.”
He surged forward, attacking Jisung’s skin with kisses that tickled until he was giggling underneath him. Their cocks brushed a few times, and the sensation was strange. Jisung’s hips bucked up into it, chasing the friction.
Minho was quick to notice, lowering himself to let their torsos press together. He reached between them, loosely grasping both their lengths in his hand.
“Are you sure that your little hand can fit around us both, hyung?” Jisung teased even while flustered.
Minho ignored him, thrusting forward and letting their cocks slide together. They both moaned out.
“Oh,” Jisung gasped, hips jerking. It was a wet slide, precum dribbling from his tip already and trailing down the underside.
Minho rolled his hips in a rhythm, dragging against anything he could. He moaned–and his moans were just as sweet as his voice, but breathier. Fuck, it was sexy.
He buried his face into Jisung’s neck. A layer of sweat began to form on their skin, their bodies hot and only heating up further with each passing moment.
Jisung just lay there, eyes squeezing shut and thighs clenching as Minho sped up. Minho’s cock was so much bigger than his own, and acknowledging that should have hurt his ego. Instead, it fuelled the daze of lust in his mind.
“Want it to fill me up, Minh–hmmh, ahh–” he moaned loudly, hands reaching down to cup Minho’s ass and press him further against himself. “Such a huge cock, hah? Hyungie…”
Minho kissed his collarbone, pausing to steady himself and lift himself enough to lean on his palms. He looked down at Jisung. His forehead was sweaty with sweat, and some strands of his hair clinged to it.
“You’re almost impossible to resist. I already feel like doing everything for you, and now… Sungie, do you have me under a spell?” he asked breathlessly.
“Mmm. I need you all to myself now.”
“Anything you want, honey.”
He sped up once more, and this time, Jisung lost all ability to form words. He could only let out pleasured sobs, pleas, soft moans and whimpers. Their lengths slid together deliciously, and each rub and drag of his length against his own was mind numbing.
He felt the pressure build up, pleasure coiling inside him deep and low. Minho kissed him again, and they breathed and moaned into each other’s mouths. It was hot, and dirty, and perfect in every way.
“Cumming, hyung–ah! Gonna cum, mmh–!” Jisung announced, voice higher pitched, throat wrecked from all the sounds he made. All the sounds Minho dragged out of him.
“Me too. Let go for me,” Minho rasped, grabbing the side of his thigh and squeezing, pulling him closer. “You’re so pretty, baby, let me see you cum on my cock.”
With that, Jisung cried out a moan and coated their lengths and lower abdomen in white. Minho continued to thrust against it, now into the wetness of his release. He cursed under his breath, giving his cock a few strokes and spurting over the mess they already made.
He panted. Both of them just stared at nothing, eyes unfocused as they caught their breath.
Then Minho sat back on his knees, looking down at it with a lazy, proud smirk.
“Minho…” Jisung managed, body limp, too blissed out to move. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“It’ll get even better,” Minho stated, determined. “I’m gonna clean us up and then take you to bed, alright?”
“Sleepy…”
“You can rest your eyes,” he said softly. “Hyung will take care of you.”
Jisung couldn’t resist the offer. He sighed happily, stretching his arms and letting them rest by his heat, eyes closed. The cum was drying in the exposed air, and the sticky wetness was uncomfortable, but it wasn’t long until it was being wiped off with a damp towel.
Minho kissed his lifted knee, then hooked his arm under his knees, his other below his waist, picking him up and carrying him to his bedroom.
“I’m going to grab fresh clothes and water, then I’ll get in beside you,” he said softly.
When he was back, both things were placed on Jisung’s nightstand. The mattress dipped, and Minho got in just as he promised, arms wrapping around his sweaty under the covers and pulling him in until his warmth could envelop him once more.
“Thank you. Really liked it. You. Felt s’ good…” Jisung mumbled, drifting off.
Minho kissed his head, then his shoulder. His leg wrapped around the boy and brought him impossibly closer.
“I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow when I’m back from work. Let’s go on a drive and find somewhere quiet to talk.”
“Mmmh…”
“Goodnight, my cutie.”
“I said I’ll give you a blowjob, didn’t I?”
When Jisung blinked awake, seeing the gentle sunlight leak through the blinds of Minho’s room, he expected things to have calmed down. Naturally, there was a sense of unease that came with uncertainty.
What he didn’t expect was for Minho to be even more intense, and yet, he was still completely unable to deny him.
“Fuck, fuck, hyung, ‘s so good…” he panted, fingers threaded in the mans hair as his head bobbed over his cock.
Mimho hummed in delight, drooling further and taking him deeper. Jisung felt the vibration, and his entire body shuddered with pleasure. It was tingling everywhere, and all he could focus on was the hot, wet heat surrounding his length.
He didn’t know how many times he let out pathetic moans and curses under his breath, but there was no sound he could hold back. Minho heard them all, swallowed around him, and his throat clenched so perfectly, drawing another strained noise out of the boy.
He squeezed Jisung’s thigh when it threatened to close around him, forcing his legs further apart.
“You’re–how are you–how are you taking me so well? Hnngh–ah,” Jisung choked out, struggling to keep his eyes open, but he wouldn’t dare shut them and miss the view.
Minho pulled off with a pop, placing kisses along his aching length.
“Don’t just lie there. Fuck my throat properly,” he commanded. “Move. You don’t need to be so gentle.”
“Won’t it hurt?”
“Honey, I can take a little pain.”
He wrapped his plump lips around Jisung’s tip once more and slowly inched him in, letting the weight of it rest on his tongue before hollowing his cheeks and sucking.
Jisung moaned desperately, his back arching and fingers tightening their grip. He couldn’t help lifting his hips just a little, experimenting with a thrust.
Minho gagged, but held him there, determined to continue.
“Stop me if I hurt you, please, Min…”
With that, Jisung pushed his head down, forcing him deeper. Minho’s hands were sweaty, probably from over exerting himself. What was he trying to prove anyway? Did he get off on pleasuring others or something?
The suspicion became stronger as Jisung saw the way Minho’s hips rolled against the mattress, chasing friction with each movement.
“Shit, Minho, are you–?”
“Mmh…”
“You’re so good. So good, hyung. Such a perfect mouth. Doing this all for me. Ah, oh god–” he moaned as the pace quickened. “You’re just taking it all? You won’t even tease me, or tell me it’s too much?”
“Mm,” Minho hummed again, nose against Jisung’s lower abdomen with how deeply he was taking him.
“Hah, I guess your mouth is too full to respond…”
He glared up at him, but made no attempt to protest. Jisung saw the lustful glimmer in his eyes. He must’ve been close.
“Need you so bad,” Jisung sobbed, his own orgasm too closely within reach. Every nerve inside his body was on fire, it felt unreal. It felt like a dream.
It ended just as perfectly, with Minho swallowing down his release like he couldn’t let a drop go to waste. He continued to mouth at his length, littering it in kisses and licks, and stopping only when a particular roll of his hips forced out a moan from his lips.
Jisung just panted, head tipped back against the pillow.
“What a mess…” Minho muttered, moving to sit beside him. “My sheets are all dirty.”
“You came like that?” Jisung asked, head snapping towards him.
“I couldn’t help it. My Jisungie makes such cute noises~”
Freakyracha
Felix
Soooo…
How was the dinner date with Minho??
Chan
👀
Jisung
good!! we had pizza ❤️
Seungmin
italian place? fancy
Jisung
no no at home
we stayed in
Changbin
???
What happened to the idea
Jisung
don’t worry hehe
it worked out well
Felix
Whatever what means
Jisung
ask me what it means ;)
Changbin
I did
I asked what happened
Jisung
oh
we watched half of howls moving castle
Seungmin
half?
Jisung
half
Seungmin
was the second half forbidden or something
Jisung
no we
got distracted
Changbin
This is suspicious
Jisung
is it? hehe
Felix
SPILL ALREADY
Jisung
we made out
Chan
?!!?&!£&?!&’
WHAT
Jisung
shit sorry i forgot thats your friend
well cats out of the bag
Felix
How did that happen???
Jisung
mmdnnfngm idk it just did
Felix
Ji
That’s so cute :)
Changbin
so you admit you’ve been crushing on him like we’ve all suspected this whole time
Jisung
i thought there was a weird tension between us, but i didnt realise it was like that
i cant say i was opposed
Changbin
Good for you, Jisung
We’re all happy to hear and not at all surprised
Jisung
i suppose im one of you now
Seungmin
yup welcome to the pride parade
Jisung
thank you seungmin
Chan
So you guys kissed, huh??
Jisung
oh um actually we did a lot more than that
Felix
Like what?
Jisung
dont make me describe it ㅠㅠ
Felix
Oh my God??
Tell us everything RN
Did you and Minho fuck?!
Jisung
…
Chan
HAN JISUNG YOU LITTLE DEVIL— HAHAHAHAHA
Felix
DID YOU??!?
Jisung
not yet
Seungmin
not yet is crazy
Jisung
im sorry chan
i dont wanna make things weird
Chan
Huh?? Weird? Nah not at all
I’m legit only worried if it doesn’t work out
Jisung
ah me too, since we’re roommates and all
Chan
Don’t worry~
OMG this is exciting hahahahaha
My two close friends… being gay together… we’re so happy for you ㅠ
Channie’s so proud ㅠㅠ
Thank you for coming out to us, Jisung
Seungmin
um okay
Jisung
thank you…
you’re really not mad?
Chan
Why would I be mad?? Hahaha
I figured he’d be your type when I suggested you move in together
Seungmin
cupid over here
Felix
What I’m hearing is double dates
Jisung
maybe hehe
quick question
lix, chan… who bottoms out of the two of you?
Felix
That would be Chris
Chan
What the—
We switch. Why?
Jisung
why do you think
Felix
You’re such a freak
I should’ve called it
I SHOULD’VE BET MONEY
Jisung
guys pleasemdnfmgm
i genuinely need advice on bottoming
minhos huge
Seungmin has left the chat
Felix added Seungmin
Seungmin
ok
muting
Felix
No.
We need you. You’re the expert.
Changbin
I can confirm
Jisung
??
advice please
Chan
Good luck to you man hahahahaha
Jisung
great thanks i feel prepared now
Felix
I got you, Ji 🤝
I’ll call you in 5
After an informative phone call–fifty percent of which was teasing and “I always had a feeling that…”– Jisung finally felt somewhat prepared. Mentally, at least. He had no studio session, meaning it was a free day. Minho had already left for work.
He felt giddy.
Part of him couldn’t believe what had happened, and felt ashamed of giving in to his desires so easily, but the other part of him desperately craved more now that he had gotten a taste.
It was like Minho flipped a switch inside him.
A switch that had him uncomfortably exploring his own ass in the shower. It was fine. He had fingered himself before, but seeing Minho’s size…
He glanced at the toy he brought in with him, examining it as he continued to open himself up.
Funnily enough, the toy was given to him as a joke by Felix from when he moved out to live with Chan. It was his precious parting gift.
“I know you don’t swing that way, but if you ever miss me…” he said with a wink.
Since it was a gift, Jisung couldn’t get himself to dispose of it. He couldn’t sell it, that would have been humiliating. Instead, it lurked in the back of his closet. Forgotten, up until today. It was as though it was awaiting this.
There it sat, taunting him.
He wasn’t turned on enough for this. It was just a stupid dildo, it wasn’t Minho. It wasn’t even as big as Minho.
Back to the closet it went.
Minho-hyungie
Minho
Free for 8 p.m. tonight, cutie?
Jisung
hmm let me check my extremely busy schedule
i suppose i could free up some time…
Minho
Good. Free it up
I’m going to take you out on a drive
Jisung
romantic drive?
Minho
Yess
Romantic drive~
Despite having a day off, Jisung spent most of his time on his laptop. Half the screen played a Kdrama, the other half displayed the notes he made on 3RACHA’s next song.
Since he felt inspired, he even wrote some new lyrics down into his notebook.
He tidied up his appearance before Minho arrived home, excited for his compliments, which wasn’t something new. Minho often left him flushed with his little comments or simple praises.
Jisung wanted to make him flustered too. Now that he could, he decided he would go all in.
“Jisungie! I’m home~!” Minho announced, knocking on his bedroom door.
Jisung pulled his headphones down to sit around his neck.
“Already? Ah, come in!” he responded, moving his laptop off his lap and onto the nightstand.
“It’s quarter to eight, baby,” Minho informed him, opening the door and stepping in. “Want me to leave and come back later?”
“No! No–time just went quickly. I was ready like an hour ago, but I zoned out while working on this,” Jisung laughed, gesturing to his laptop.
“I see…”
“How was work?” he asked, sitting with his knees to his chest and making room for Minho.
“It was fine. The same as usual,” Minho answered, taking a seat in the gap, his body slightly turned to face him.
“Isn’t it tiring?”
“Of course, but people much older than me work the same job and do the same labour, and they do it without complaint. The warehouse pays well,” he replied. “Besides, I probably won’t be there for much longer.”
“Yeah? Will you be able to teach dance soon?” Jisung asked.
“Our instructor said he’s found an opportunity for me. I would continue in my group with Hyunjinnie and Jeonginnie, but also do part-time as a teacher for teenagers studying dance,” Minho explained.
“That would be awesome! It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Jisung said excitedly. “They took way too long to recognise your talent.”
“They recognised it, but there was no availability until now,” Minho chuckled. “Well, enough about that. What did you do today, pretty?”
Jisung blushed easily. “This, mostly.”
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, actually I–”
He bit his lip, wondering whether he’d humiliate himself by admitting it. Minho didn’t seem like the type of person to be embarrassed by it.
“In the shower, I–”
His attention sharpened.
“You what?”
“Prepared myself?” Jisung let out, staring down at his arms resting on his knees.
Minho was silent.
“Yah… that was really embarrassing,” Jisung laughed awkwardly. “I basically just admitted to exploring my own ass. It wasn’t for fun, okay? It was for you. I wanted to be ready for more, since you refused yesterday,” he rambled. “I guess you don’t need to know all that. It wasn’t great anyway. Uh, sorry, did I make things awkward?”
“No.”
When he looked up, Minho’s eyes looked even darker than usual.
“Okay, good!” Jisung smiled, trying to move on. “It’s almost eight, shall we head out? Or do you wanna get ready and stuff first?”
“I’ll go shower.”
“Okay… see you soon, then.”
He watched Minho get up and leave without another word. That was unlike him. Did Jisung say something wrong?
He frowned, distracting himself with his phone.
“Hyung, you’re back! Oh–”
His gaze fell downwards at the towel draped low around Minho’s waist as slowly he approached the bed. Jisung was still sitting in the same spot, lying half slouched. He tried to sit up, but his body froze as Minho climbed over him.
He kept going, until he completely invaded Jisung’s personal space, straddling him and leaning in close enough for his wet hair to drip onto him.
“Revenge for yesterday?” Jisung joked.
He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He clumsily pushed his phone under his pillow and grabbed Minho’s thighs, breath hitching at how firm they felt under his touch.
He looked down at the bulging muscles visible through the thin towel, throat bobbing as he swallowed.
“Hi?” he squeaked.
Minho reached for something tucked into the side of the towel, placing it on the side for Jisung to see.
“Ah.”
He stared at the bottle of lube, then at Minho, who was looking at him with dazed eyes.
His palm slipped under the towel to the bare skin of Minho’s thigh, the skin hot and slightly tender.
Minho’s arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer.
And then he grinded down. Hard.
A moan immediately escaped Jisung’s throat, eyebrows twisting up. His cock was already hardening without even realising.
Minho wouldn’t break eye contact. “I want you right now,” he finally spoke, and Jisung felt the air leave his lungs.
“You don’t wanna–don’t wanna go on a drive?”
“No.”
“We have to stop changing plans…” He nervously laughed.
“No, I think we should do what we want,” Minho stated, serious, “and what I want, is to fuck you right here and now.”
Jisung’s mouth was completely dry, and somehow at the same time he was salivating.
He managed a nod, and much too enthusiastically reached for the towel.
Minho shifted, sitting up on his knees and repositioning himself to be between Jisung’s legs. He glanced up at him, then untucked the towel, throwing it off the side of the bed.
Every nerve inside Jisung was buzzing, his skin was burning and not a single bone in his body wanted to refuse. He was completely willing.
“Fuck me,” he breathed, his eyes lingering on Minho’s length curved against his stomach. “Fuck me, please.”
Minho reached for his pants first, waiting for permission before swiftly pulling them off. Next was his hoodie. Everything fell into a pile on the ground.
It felt quiet. Too quiet that Jisung could hear all of his own thoughts, and none of Minho’s.
Their bodies were bare and every point of contact felt hot on his skin.
“Turn around, Sungie,” Minho instructed.
Jisung hesitated.
“Hyung, I’m nervous,” he confessed, voice a little shaky. “Want you to talk to me.”
Minho’s expression softened, the muscles in his face relaxing. He seemed to snap out of whatever lustful trance he was under.
“I’ll talk to you. Of course I’ll talk to you,” he said, rubbing his knee.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m alright. I’m sorry, I was really… focused.”
“‘s okay.”
“You told me you prepared yourself for me, and–fuck, Sung… how could I act normal after that?” Minho exhaled. “I can hardly control myself around you as is, and… even at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
The words sent butterflies to Jisung’s stomach. His breathing was staggered, hands moving to cup Minho’s jaw.
“I don’t understand why you like me that much,” he thought out loud. “We got along well, I loved our conversations, I loved seeing you, but…” he trailed off, realising how insecure he was about to sound. He shook his head. “It’s because I’m so good-looking, isn’t it? You found me irresistible.”
“You are, and I do find you irresistible, among many other things,” Minho replied, nuzzling into his touch.
Jisung noticed that he really resembled a cat. His face, his mannerisms… it was endearing.
He exhaled, laughing. “You’re cute, hyung.”
“Mmmm?”
“We were supposed to go on a nice date and then do this properly,” Jisung lightly scolded.
“We can still do that.”
“Next time,” he said. “But let me take you out on a date. You’re hopeless.”
“You messed up the first time.”
“I didn’t mess up, and it wasn’t me. You’re the one who wanted to stay and be lazy at home.”
Minho raised an eyebrow. “Did you just call me lazy?”
“Yep.”
“I was going to get you to lie back and let me do all the work,” he hummed. “Now I’m not feeling so generous.”
“What do you mean?” Jisung asked, his smile fading.
“Ready to turn around now, Sung?”
His heart rate picked up, the atmosphere no longer playful, but heated. Charged.
Jisung swallowed and nodded, lifting himself up and turning so he leaned on his hands. Minho kept a loose hand on his hip, steadying him.
“Yeah, just like that…”
Jisung blushed, staring down at the pillow, completely exposed to the man. He felt his gaze on him, intense and unashamed.
“Is this okay?” Jisung asked nervously.
Minho got behind him, between his knees. He put both hands on the flesh of his hips and squeezed, leaning in to place kisses on his lower back.
One of his hands trailed up to his spine, gently pushing until Jisung’s back arched properly, his cheek on the pillow.
“You’re fucking unreal,” Minho said under his breath, kneading and kissing his asscheek. His mouth dragged along the skin and his hand squeezed the flesh, touching him in ways he never imagined being touched.
Jisung whimpered, his cock twitching against his stomach. The kisses trailed closer to his entrance.
“Hyung–”
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, just feels…” He shuddered.
“I’ll make you feel good, alright? Just relax your body for me,” Minho assured, caressing his hip. “I’m going to use my fingers, alright? It shouldn’t be too hard, since my Jisungie already opened himself up for me.”
Jisung made a noise much like a whimper, hardly holding himself up.
“How many fingers did you use?” Minho asked.
“Uhhh–hmmh, two?”
“Two?” Minho echoed. “What’s the most you’ve ever taken?”
“Three… but it was uncomfortable.” Jisung admitted.
“Have you ever came? Ever had a prostate orgasm?”
“I don’t think so… tried, but my fingers got tired…”
“Oh, baby…” Minho cooed.
The sound of him unscrewing the cap of the lube was heard and Jisung knew he was spreading it over his fingers. The anticipation was dizzying.
“How many is hyung gonna give me?” he asked.
“As many as it takes for you to fit my cock.”
“Oh,” he breathed, and he felt his middle two fingertips at his rim, wet with lube, circling around it.
Every time he put even a little pressure behind it, Jisung’s hole clenched around nothing, desperate for him to insert them.
“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t tease…”
“I thought you like teasing,” Minho mused. “I don’t think you’re desperate enough yet.”
“I am,” Jisung argued, pushing back with his hips.
Minho immediately pulled away, clicking his tongue. “I didn’t say you could move. Beg me with your mouth.”
When Jisung went still, he finally returned to his entrance. This time, he dipped his fingers inside, letting two slide in. Despite his earlier efforts, Jisung was tight around him, walls closing around the intrusion. Minho breathed heavier, pushing his fingers in.
It didn’t feel like much, but thankfully, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“So warm…” Minho muttered. “I’m gonna love fucking this ass.”
He dragged his fingers out and slowly thrust them back in, this time to the knuckle.
“Hurts?” he checked.
“No, ‘s fine… keep going,” Jisung responded.
“Since you’ve never orgasmed like this, how about I make you cum on my fingers first?” Minho offered.
“You–how?”
“How?” Minho chuckled.
He curled his fingers, dragging the pads right over that sensitive bundle of nerves. Jisung moaned confusedly. Minho rubbed at that spot again, dragging against it with each thrust of his fingers.
“What–the fuck–?” Jisung groaned, his back arching further. “Minho–”
Minho didn’t say anything. He gripped his hip tighter and inserted another digit, pushing past the resistance and using it to stretch him out further, all while fucking him with his fingers.
“Feel good?” he asked, his smirk evident in the tone of his voice.
“God, hyung–holy shit, ah–!” Jisung’s hands bunched up the bedsheets, fist clenching. The pleasure was overwhelming, so much heat rushed downwards and swirled inside him. He could feel the pressure building up low in his stomach.
Minho’s free hand ran up and down his back soothingly, palm tracing over his spine as he sped up his movements.
“Your fingers are shorter than mine–how did you–?!” Jisung let out, in disbelief. He was panting, soft gasps escaping each time they entered him.
“Aww, poor baby couldn’t find his own prostate?” Minho teased, pressing harder.
“I–”
“Just admit you need your hyung to feel good. Can’t do it yourself, can you, princess?”
“What the hell–?” Jisung moaned, lifting himself up and leaning on his hands despite the difficulty. He turned his head enough to glance at the man behind him.
Minho sat up straighter and reached for Jisung’s hair, threading his fingers through the longer strands and gripping them. The other continued to work him, fingering him like it was his only purpose.
“Please, ‘s too much, oh, Minho–!” Jisung mewled, head falling forward. “No more–”
Minho slowed to a stop, carefully pulling out.
“Do you wanna stop here?”
“No? Fuck no!” Jisung replied. “Want your cock, ‘m ready for it. Please? Put it in. I can’t wait anymore–”
“How do you wanna do this?” Minho asked, grabbing the lube again and glancing down at his own neglected cock. Red at the tip, throbbing, and glistening with precum. “Is there a specific position you want?”
“I don’t know many positions… I wanna see you. Can I turn back around, Min?” Jisung asked.
“Of course, cutie,” Minho agreed. “I wanna see you too. Don’t wanna miss all those expressions as you experience this for the first time.”
He helped Jisung turn until he lay on his back, and pushed his thighs up and apart, spreading him while he sat in between.
When they looked at each other properly, Minho froze for a moment, his ears completely red, even his chest was flushed.
“You look pretty,” he mumbled, looking down and positioning himself between them.
Jisung tilted his head, still catching his breath. “Don’t I look like a mess? My hair is all… ah, I don’t even want to think about it…”
“You look wrecked.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“And it’s really sexy.”
Minho continued to watch him, admiring each feature of his face and working his way down his body while stroking himself. He winced, squeezing his hand on the downstrokes. After a few jerks, he shuffled closer to Jisung, one hand under his thigh to lift it higher.
“You still wanna do this with me?”
“God, yes. Yes, I do. Do you?”
“There’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now than you.”
“… That was corny.”
“It wasn’t corny,” Minho huffed, then aligned himself with his entrance. At first, he just pushed the tip, watching him open for him, and then he went further. Jisung tensed, walls tightening as Minho breached them, his breath held in.
“Breathe, honey,” Minho instructed, giving him a moment to adjust before going deeper.
Jisung breathed out slowly and his head tipped back, body boneless underneath him. Minho kept going, and his eyes closed tensely, enduring it.
“Jisung-ah, is it painful?”
“No–but it’s a lot. Feels really full.”
“That’s right,” Minho said, watching how his hole squeezed around him. “You’re full of me. Completely stuffed.”
With that, he bottomed out, their hips meeting. Both of them moaned in tandem. Minho stilled, then leaned over him. His arms were under Jisung’s knees, holding them up, and his torso aligned with his. He dove in, completely caging him and surrounding him with his body, and kissed him deeply.
Jisung’s lips were already parted, and their tongues met. They licked and bit at each other’s lips, exploring their mouths with their tongues as Minho slowly dragged himself out.
And then back in.
“Ahh–!” Jisung’s moan came out higher, arms around Minho’s shoulders, clutching him tightly as Minho did it again.
And again.
Pulling out and pushing back into him repeatedly in a torturous rhythm. Too slow to be considered fast, too fast to be considered gentle. The angle was insane, he was reaching the deepest spots inside him and grazing right against his most sensitive place.
Then he slowed down and rolled his hips, focusing on kissing while he rocked into him. Jisung was moaning uncontrollably, but his noises were muffled against his lips.
God, Minho smelled so good. Being trapped under him, all of Jisung’s senses were filled with him. The scent of his shampoo and bodywash, the feeling of his sweaty skin against his own, his soft grunts and pants right into his mouth…
This was heaven, and he knew it.
His eyes rolled back, and Minho began to drive into him at a new pace. Now he wasn’t grazing his prostate, but abusing it.
“Fuck–fuck, hyung–just like that! Oh, fuck!”
Minho leaned into the crook of his neck, nuzzling into it as his hips slammed against his. Jisung felt his breath against his skin, sharp and quick. He ran his fingers through Minho’s damp hair, holding him closer.
“Sung…”
“More, hyungie, harder. Fuck me harder,” Jisung begged. If it weren’t for Minho holding up his legs, they would’ve given out completely.
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Minho muttered, licking his neck then sucking into it.
“Don’t care. I’ll stop you if it’s too much. Please, need you, please, Minho–please–mmngh–” Jisung moaned when he felt Minho leave a hickey on him, the sensation going straight to his cock. He could hardly register it, because then he rammed into him at an angle impossibly deeper.
This was it. This was the height of pleasure. He felt completely blissed out, taking every inch of Minho, body being pushed up the bed with every harsh thrust. He clenched around him and Minho cursed straight into his ear, moaning loudly.
“Still–so damn–tight, hah–Jisung I’m fucking crazy for you,” he groaned, letting go of one of his legs to reach down and wrap his fingers around Jisung’s cock.
“Ah–!”
He thumbed over the tip then slid down to the base, stroking him in tune with his thrusts. It was too much. It was too quick. Jisung’s vision clouded white and his ears almost blanked out, unable to hear his own loud whines, and whimpers, and moans, but Minho heard every single one.
It must have been too much for him too, because the next thing Jisung felt was warm, sticky liquid deep inside him, coating his walls.
“Minho–? Oh my god, oh baby–”
His orgasm washed over him, coating his own stomach in release. It was unbelievable. It was unreal. Divine. He went somewhere he never visited before. Never had he orgasmed that hard.
The entire experience, being touched by Minho, held, filled, fucked…
Now that he felt it all once, he knew it was an experience he’d become addicted to.
“Minho, you’re perfect. You’re so perfect,” he let out, voice hoarse from all the noises Minho dragged out of his throat. “Thank you so much.”
Minho panted, carefully pulling out and collapsing next to him. Their skin stuck together as they parted.
Jisung let out another noise when he felt Minho’s release dripping down between his asscheeks.
“Jisung, that was…”
“Good?”
“I’m so glad we live together.”
Jisung laughed, and with some effort, he turned to face him, lying on his side.
“Yeah. Roommates can fuck each other at home whenever they want,” he proudly stated.
Minho turned his head to look at him too, a lopsided smile on his face. “Yeah?”
“You’ve made me realise this about myself, and now you will have to deal with the consequences,” Jisung decided, poking him.
“What consequences are you referring to?”
“Us never making plans because we can’t get enough of each other. We still need to finish Howl’s Moving Castle together, by the way.”
“That we will, but it sounds like we should make different kinds of plans,” Minho hummed.
“Wha–no! I still want to go on romantic dates,” Jisung whined.
“Then let's date.”
“–Huh?”
Minho just stared at him, a soft smile still on his face.
“We’ve gotten to know each other already, haven’t we? I like you. Do you like me?” he asked so simply.
Jisung didn’t know he was already smiling too, but his cheeks lifted when it widened. “I was straight yesterday, now I’m agreeing to be somebody’s boyfriend?”
“Somebody?”
“Minho-hyung’s. Minho-hyung’s boyfriend.”
“So you’re agreeing?”
“Of course I’m agreeing,” Jisung laughed, chest giddy with excitement. Minho pulled him into his chest, wrapping an arm around him.
“Good, because I meant it when I said I’m crazy for you,” Minho told him honestly.
“I think I’ve proven I’m crazy for you too,” Jisung responded. “Hey, if this doesn’t work out, can I keep the apartment?”
“No.”
“Yah, hyungggg…” he looked up at him, pouting. “Then can I keep Chan?”
“Oh, yeah, sure. Take him.”
Jisung playfully smacks him. “Seriously, I don’t want to be too idealistic, I don’t want to mess things up with feelings.”
“I can’t predict the future, but I know my own feelings. You’re not somebody I plan on letting go of, Sungie,” Minho said, quiet but sure. Deliberate, like his words always are.
It stirred something inside Jisung, filling him with a new kind of warmth.
“You really are intense…” he mumbled.
“It’s a good thing you like intense.”
Freakyracha
Jisung
okay
who here is good at topping
i need some detailed step by step advice
Seungmin has left the chat
Changbin has left the chat
Chan has left the chat
Felix
Dw man I gotchu
Jisung
youre the only real one
Felix
I’m the only one good at topping, apparently
Jisung
lucky chan
Felix
I do so much for him and he still has a Goddamn body pillow
Jisung
he does?
Felix
Lauma from Genshin Impact
Disappointed but not surprised
I found it in his closet
Imma get one of a LoL character #revenge
Jisung
oh
speaking of closets
i still have that dildo you gifted me in mine
Felix
Great you can use it on Minho when you prep him
Now.
…
Let’s get down to business.