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Jisung closed his laptop with a sigh of relief. He’d finally finished his last assignment of the semester leading up to summer vacation. He was a music and arts major, and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why he even needed to be able to understand statistics. There was only one year left until he graduated, and he could nearly taste the freedom on his tongue. 

His stress melted away bit by bit with each item he packed away into his backpack. He needed to get home earlier than usual today since he was preparing to travel miles and miles away from his small town. He couldn't wait to arrive in the sunny city of Los Angeles. The place he'd be staying at was only an hour’s drive to the ocean. The ocean! Jisung had never been, and he couldn't wait to see and experience everything.

Normally, he'd spend his summers staying at home, only dreaming of far-off places while frequenting the same hang-out spots he’d been frequenting since he was of age. However, in order to graduate, he needed to shadow someone with a successful career in the arts and write a paper on their journey and experiences. That proved to be quite a challenge where he was from. The most interesting thing that happened around these parts was, well…nothing unless you counted shotgun weddings, meth explosions, or the occasional interesting visitor.

His small town was full of science and math majors, sure. Such degrees were considered useful, and careers were plentiful for people who wanted a secure future in this small part of the world. Fewer music and art majors had found success, and those who did had long since moved away. It wasn't easy to make it when the only things around to notice you were cows and nosy neighbors.

Luckily, Jisung's roommate, Felix, just so happened to have a dad who ran a successful, family-owned dance company. What was even luckier was the fact that his dad had agreed to let Jisung come and spend the summer with him. He'd even shelled out the money for travel, to Jisung’s surprise. 

It was a long story, but Felix's parents had long since divorced. Apparently, his mother had relatives here and ended up moving herself and Felix back after the split. Jisung often wondered, if given the chance, would Felix move back to his dad's? He loved to surf and swim, and he just looked like he belonged on a sandy shore, soaking up the sun's rays with his bleached hair and freckled cheeks. 

Jisung was ecstatic, if not just a touch nervous, about going at first, especially since he’d never been that far from home before. Felix agreed to come with him since he usually helped his dad out at the dance studio in the summers anyway. He admitted with a sly smile that he may be distracted by his old friend group there this summer, though. Since Jisung would be going to work with his dad every day anyway, he could take a fair amount of time off. Jisung had to admit he might be a little bored without Felix, but he was being offered a free vacation and the opportunity to get some sun. So why not?

Jisung decided, with little hesitation, to take Felix and his dad up on the offer. The worst thing that would happen was a little boredom, right? He could manage to survive a few months with some bland, lonely middle-aged man, right? Easy peasy.

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Wrong. Wrong. He was so fucking wrong. Jisung's ability to function halted at the sight of the literal deity standing before him. Felix’s dad looked as though he was carved from stone, every detail fitting together to create a living, breathing work of art.

Jisung blinked at the man before him stupidly for what was probably an embarrassing amount of time. There wasn't anyone back home who looked like this. Jisung could almost feel his mouth water. It seemed that the Adonis incarnate had noticed the effect he had, too, if the knowing smirk directed at him was anything to go by.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand towards Jisung. “I’m Felix's dad, Lee Minho.” 

Jisung took the hand extended to him in his own, shaking it weakly. He couldn't help but appreciate the strong grip Minho's surprisingly small hand had, not to mention his toned forearm, decorated with protruding veins that peeked out as his muscles shifted under tanned skin. Hnngh. 

“Jisung,” he responded, doing his best to pick his jaw up off the ground and sound confident. He managed to yank himself back to reality enough to at least find some manners. How embarrassing to gawk at his best friend's dad's forearms, of all things. In his defense, though, they were nice forearms. Maybe the best he’d ever seen. “Nice to meet you, too. Thank you so much for letting me stay with you, I really appreciate it!”

“It's my pleasure,” Minho assured, his eyes still glinting mischievously. Jisung was interrupted from his second gawking session as he took notice of how pretty the man’s big round eyes were when Felix bounded up the steps and into his father’s arms.

“Dad!” Felix squealed, which was impressive for how deep his voice was. They embraced for a few moments before the blonde stepped back to talk excitedly. “It's been so long! I'm so excited to be here. Oh! And you've met Jisungie. Isn't he just the cutest? I can’t wait for us all to drive to the ocean!” Felix gushed. 

Minho chuckled fondly at his son, his eyes flitting between him and Jisung. “Yes, yes Yongbok, you’re both the cutest small-town boys I've ever seen,” he laughed. “I'm sure you're both tired from traveling though. Let's get your things to your rooms, alright?” He graciously took Jisung’s bags and led them up the stairs to where he'd be staying for the next few months. Felix's blonde hair flew by as he took his things to his own room, which was right next to Jisung’s. 

Jisung couldn't help but smile fondly at the pictures of Felix at varying ages decorating the walls. It was reassuring to Jisung that even the gorgeous Lee Felix went through an awkward stage in life. Even though he didn't live with him full-time, Felix always spoke fondly of his father. Jisung could tell the time they did spend together was special to Felix. His dad must be a great guy.

Felix's dad's house wasn't huge by any means, but it was definitely spacious and a little on the luxurious side. He must have been very successful in his pro-dancer days. It would seem that his dance studio was also incredibly successful. Rich and handsome. Jisung’s brain supplied unhelpfully. 

He trailed his eyes lazily over the older man, his fitted black shirt not doing much to hide his broad, muscled back. He knew it was probably somewhat taboo to check out his friend's dad like this, but it was so hard to resist. He'd been taken completely off guard by how fucking hot Minho was. Jisung was only a man, after all. It would be weirder not to notice how attractive he was.

“Thank you, ahbeo-nim,” Jisung said, bowing politely and flashing a cheeky grin at the older. He didn't often pull out the honorifics, being born and raised in the States, but he was testing the waters. What he really wanted to call him was Daddy, but he feared that may not be received well. 

“Please,” Minho groaned, laughing. “Just call me Minho. Or Hyung if you want.” His chuckles sounded light and airy, and Jisung found himself laughing along with him. “Anything but that. Makes me feel old.” His big brown eyes crinkled at the sides, and the slight indent of laugh lines decorated his face. This man had aged like fine wine. His forties looked good on him.

“Okay. Sorry, Minho Hyung,” he responded, fluttering his eyelashes a bit. He couldn't help the slight blush that colored his cheeks. He also couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face to match Minho’s. Jisung liked Minho. He was comfortable and laid back. And if he wanted to flirt it up a bit, so what? He knew he was cute, and he intended to make sure Minho knew that, too.

“Well,” the older man cleared his throat after tearing his eyes away from Jisung’s own. “I'll let you get settled. Then, later I'll make you and Felix some dinner.” He smiled warmly at Jisung before retreating back down the stairs.

Jisung couldn't help himself as he shamelessly took in the sight of Minho’s backside as he retreated. He'd never been great at the whole self-control thing. This summer had definitely gotten a whole lot more interesting.

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Dinner went by smoothly. Minho was a great host, serving them some of the tastiest food Jisung had ever eaten and asking him lots of questions. He was such a dad, and Jisung found that those qualities made the man even hotter. They talked about college, future plans, and his family back home.

Minho was sweet, much like Felix. The blonde took after his mother primarily for looks, but Jisung could tell he got his kind heart and cheeky personality from his father. 

Felix excused himself early, saying he needed to shower and get to sleep early since he had plans the next day with someone that he refused to divulge the name of. Interesting. He would have to remember to interrogate his friend about that later. The blonde wrapped Jisung in a tight hug before he left, wishing him luck for his first day of shadowing.

When they finished eating, Jisung did his best to help clean up but was shooed away by Minho. He really just wanted an excuse to ogle the man’s arms while he scrubbed the dishes, but Minho insisted. “This is your first night here,” he scolded. “You should get some rest for tomorrow.”

Jisung couldn't argue with that logic too much. He was exhausted from his finals and rushing to prepare for this trip. He nodded his thanks to the older man before retreating to his room. 

It was strange and exciting in a good way, being so far away from home for the first time. It felt nice. Right, even. Perhaps Jisung had been needing to get away from his small town even more desperately than he realized.

As he attempted to fall asleep, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to Minho. He needed to remember to scold Felix for not warning him how attractive his dad was. The little vixen probably left the information out on purpose, enjoying seeing him flustered.

Jisung did his best to ignore the way his insides fluttered at the mere thought of the older man. His broad, sculpted shoulders alone were enough to have him resisting the urge to palm his cock beneath his thin sleep pants. Not to mention his face of a literal god or his thick thighs that filled out his pants so damn well. Fuck. Jisung finally caved, reaching his hand beneath his waistband to grip his half-erect cock.

He wasn't going to be able to sleep until he handled this, anyway. He tried to ignore the fact that he was masturbating to the thought of his best friend’s dad. However, he found the shame only proved to turn him on further.

It was going to be an interesting summer indeed.

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The morning had gone by quickly. He'd barely managed to finish getting ready in his groggy, half-asleep state before Minho ushered him to the car. It took him the entire ride to the studio to finally wake up. Thankfully, Minho had graciously stopped for coffee on the way. Jisung sipped at his Americano as he watched the students of Minho’s first class of the day filter in.

They all had to have been under the age of ten, their sweet, pudgy little faces morphing into beaming smiles when they saw Minho. Jisung couldn't help but smile, it was endearing how good he was with the kids. If he had a womb, he was sure it would be fluttering inside him at the sight.

If he thought the man was hot before, his attraction to him only intensified when Minho started instructing. Jisung only knew the basics of dance, but he could tell that Minho was really good. He found himself watching from the sidelines, awestruck and possibly drooling by the total control and power the man put into each movement. His body moved fluidly like music being written in the air. Jisung wanted to know how those muscles would feel moving underneath his hands as Minho fucked into him and–. Woah. He wanted his best friend’s dad to fuck him. Call him stupid for not connecting the dots sooner, like last night when he came to the thought of him. But masturbating to someone and wanting to actually sleep with them were two different things entirely.

A wisp of arousal unfurled in his belly at the sight of his toned body moving to the beat. It didn't help that Minho’s pants left little to the imagination when his powerful thighs flexed. Jisung could almost feel drool pooling behind his tongue. He'd always been somewhat of a horny gremlin, as his friends so lovingly called him but getting horned up in broad daylight while a man almost twice his age was teaching children was new for even him.

When the first class ended, Jisung met Minho’s eyes in the reflection of the mirrored wall in front of him. Even though Minho had been the one exercising, Jisung’s cheeks were far more flushed.

“So, what did you think of the first class?” Minho asked. He had turned now to face the younger, observing his features curiously. Jisung couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw a small, knowing smile flash across Minho’s lips. 

“You were incredible,” Jisung blurted before he could compose himself. He wasn't even trying to flirt. Minho was just that good. “The kids loved you and your form was amazing.” 

The older blushed a little at the praise, running his fingers through his chestnut hair. 

“Thank you, Jisung-ah,” he smiled. “Do you know how to dance?” 

Jisung smiled sheepishly at him. He had taken dance classes throughout high school but hadn't danced at all since he started college almost four years ago. Sure, he danced in the clubs every now and then, but somehow, he didn't think that's what Minho had in mind.

“I know the basics,” Jisung admitted, trying to keep his cool. “I'm nowhere near as talented as you, though.” Now, he was flirting.

Minho's eyes crinkled in a way that made Jisung's heart flutter. “Are you trying to butter me up, Jisung?” The older teased. 

Jisung’s thoughts threatened to teeter into dangerous territory. Jisung would like to see his body slick and oiled up, especially his thighs–.

“--love to see you dance,” Minho finished, looking at Jisung hopefully. Jisung's brain spun helplessly as he tried to recall what they were even talking about. Dancing. Did Minho want to see Jisung dance?

“Me?” Jisung asked, pointing to himself dumbly. 

Minho made a show of looking around the room, empty except for them, as they waited for the next class to start. “I don't see anyone else in here with us, Jisung,” he said. His grin was impish, enjoying his fun at Jisung’s expense. “Yes, you. You got to watch me dance, it's only fair I get to see you now.”

Right. No problem. Jisung thought he could remember the steps to a choreography he learned his senior year of high school. Maybe. His head felt like it was spinning as he tried desperately to run through the steps. “Um, hold on,” Jisung said, pulling out his phone. He queued up the song and handed the phone to Minho. “Could you press play for me? When I'm ready?”

“Of course,” Minho nodded. His impish grin still decorated his face, eyes trained on Jisung. The attention made his skin crawl in the best way. He had to admit he enjoyed the feeling of the older's eyes on him. His dark brown eyes trailed lazily up and down Jisung’s body as he got into position. 

Jisung wasn't delusional; he knew Minho wasn't checking him out and was just taking in his form. Even so, he began to regret not wearing something that showed off his body a bit more. His athletic pants and oversized tee hung loosely off of his small frame. Jisung took a deep breath to clear his mind before nodding at Minho.

The dance wasn't anything too complicated. Jisung worked his way through the steps with ease, muscle memory kicking in. The hard part was keeping his cool when he could feel Minho’s intense gaze on him. By the time Jisung moved his body to the last beat, his heart was beating so quickly that he worried he might faint. Or worse, get a stiffy as the attention and lack of oxygen threatened to take over. He turned to face the older, breathing in deep.

Minho clapped slowly, smiling at Jisung. His face no longer held an impish grin; instead, his bottom lip was pulled under his bunny teeth. Cute. “You're much better than you give yourself credit for,” Minho complimented. “One thing, though. Will you go back to this part?” He asked, playing the music for the part he wanted. 

Jisung nodded, picking up at the beat Minho had requested. Minho's eyes were trained on him, practically observing every flex of muscle as Jisung moved through the steps. The excitement of having the unyielding attention of Minho was exhilarating. He wanted to feel it again and again.

“Right here. Freeze,” Minho commanded. Jisung did so, staring at himself in the mirrored wall as Minho approached behind him. 

Jisung's breath hitched when he felt Minho's warm hands on his shoulders. He trailed feather-light touches across his biceps until his hands hooked around each elbow. Minho adjusted his arm positioning ever so slightly, his touch searing the exposed skin of Jisung's arm. Jisung feared Minho's hands on his skin may become addictive.

Jisung was totally cool about the hottest guy he’d ever seen being pressed up behind him and touching his arms. Yep. So cool that he nearly shivered when Minho's hot breath tickled his ear. “Your form is a little rusty, but I can tell you’re a talented dancer. You shouldn’t underplay your talents.”

His strong grip left his arms and reappeared on Jisung's ribs, starling him. He inhaled a sharp breath at the contact. He felt almost dizzy from Minho's proximity, his body reacting of its own accord. Everywhere Minho touched felt like it was burning. He was putty in his small, capable hands.

Minho turned Jisung by the ribs, fixing his posture. Instead of removing his hands and relocating them to Jisung's hips, Minho ran them down Jisung's sides, feeling the slight curve of his waist under the baggy shirt. The breath that Minho let out as he traced the slight dip didn't go unnoticed by Jisung, fanning his pride a little.

When Minho squeezed the smallest part of Jisung's waist, he whimpered. Whimpered! Jisung was mortified, his entire body flaming red with shame. To make matters worse, Minho huffed a laugh through his nose at him. And on top of all that, Jisung's thoughts were definitely not appropriate for the age range of the next class that would be starting shortly. Jisung was going to die if he didn’t get a taste of this man before the end of the summer. He feared he might die even from the sheer sexiness Minho possessed if he did get a taste—death by DILF. A Glorious death indeed.

Minho angled his hips just so. “Jisung.” Minho's hot breath was fanning over his neck. Jisung liked the way his name sounded on his lips. “Look in the mirror. Your form should be like this." The older didn’t remove his hands, even after Jisung was in the form he’d instructed.

Jisung didn’t know if he could bear to tear his eyes away from the sight of Minho’s veiny hands on his waist. He was flustered beyond belief, and he couldn’t catch his breath, which was totally unlike him. He remained frozen, unable to do anything but stand dumbly.

When Jisung didn’t raise his eyes to the mirror, Minho took his chin between his fingers from behind and lifted it to meet his own eyes in the mirror. Jisung nearly whimpered again when their eyes locked. Minho's own were staring at Jisung with an intensity that both frightened him and stirred something deep in his core.

He looked like a flustered mess. His chubby cheeks were stained a deep red, his eyes wide, and his chest struggling to take in shallow breaths. He’d been sucked into Minho's orbit, his body struggling to keep up. 

Minho huffed an amused laugh through his nose before finally taking a step back. “Cute,” he purred. “My next class will be starting in about ten minutes.” 

With that, Minho sauntered away to do some stretching, leaving Jisung alone to stare at himself in the mirror. He could finally breathe now that his head was clearing. Minho's dizzying effect not gone, but lessened with distance.

Jisung swallowed thickly and forced his legs to carry him to the bathroom, where he splashed cold water on his face. He was aroused, ashamed, and confused. A mixture of emotions that worked together to make him feel a little nauseous and horny all at the same time.

Lee Minho was dangerous to his health, but now that he was away from him, he wanted more. He already missed the feeling of Minho's hands on his small body and the dominant energy he radiated.

And had he been hallucinating, or had he called him cute?! Jisung steeled himself, had a stern talking to with his dick about appropriate time and place, and then returned to his shadowing.

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When they were at home with the buffer of Felix, Jisung managed to reign in the horny demons that were screaming at him to make a move just fine. He and Minho even seemed to get along well outside of Jisung’s overwhelming attraction to him. They shared many interests, and both had a unique sense of humor that flowed effortlessly between them in a witty give-and-take battle. 

However, Felix had just broken the news that he had plans to go on a trip with his friends for a few weeks. Since Jisung had to stay and shadow Minho, he even offered not to go. Felix was far too kind and self sacrificing for his own good. Jisung insisted he go and enjoy himself, promising he would be fine. It had nothing to do with the appeal of being alone in the house with his hot dad, of course.

Even before Felix left, the moments he shared alone with Minho were charged with a different tension than before. It seemed that Minho enjoyed trying to fluster Jisung after their interaction at the dance studio that first day.

Jisung felt like a mouse running from a cat in a maze. Eventually, he was going to get caught. And oh, how he wanted so desperately to be hunted, pinned between his teeth and forced to submit.

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Jisung didn't mean to find out where Minho was off to that Friday night; he just so happened to overhear him chatting on the phone while he and Felix laid sprawled out on the couch together. Felix was leaving for his trip in a few hours, and he had insisted they watch the new episode of their favorite drama together before he left. Jisung couldn't focus on the plot at all, far too distracted by googling the name of the place he'd heard Minho say he was going to. A gay bar. Jisung's interest was piqued. 

First, he needed to interrogate Felix about his strange behavior, though. What kind of best friend would he be if he didn’t? Jisung unceremoniously flopped into his best friend's lap, looking up at him. 

Felix looked back curiously, running his fingers through his hair. “Hi Sungie,” his low voice said in surprise. “Are you gonna miss me that much while I’m on my trip?” 

Jisung was going to miss him. He always did when they were apart. However, an opportunity was an opportunity.

“No,” Jisung chirped in a bratty tone. “Just wondering if your bed is more comfortable than mine. And also who exactly you've got such a crush on that you haven't told me his name.” Jisung accused, pinching Felix’s side playfully. 

Felix’s eyes widened and shot up to where his dad remained on the phone in the kitchen. He clamped a hand over Jisung’s mouth before piercing him with a glare. “Shut up!” Felix hissed his voice barely a whisper. He jabbed his finger into Jisung's ribs, causing him to make a muffled squeal sound from beneath his hand as he squirmed. “There is no crush,” Felix said with finality. “Now c'mon and help me finish packing.”

So there was definitely a crush. Jisung would take mercy on him for now, though.

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After Felix left, Jisung set to work getting ready for the night and plotting. He had dressed himself in his go-to clubbing outfit that never failed to get him laid. He wore a plain white, tight-fitting cropped tank top that looked good against his tanned skin. His waist was accentuated by loose jeans that rested low on his hips. He topped it all off with his favorite pair of combat boots.

He’d applied some light makeup to highlight his doe eyes and pouty lips, features he knew to attract the attention of men, and curled his dark hair to frame his face sweetly. It was the sweet but sexy “get Jisung laid without fail” outfit. Self-named. 

Now, all he had to do was wait for Minho to leave and show up at the same club about thirty minutes later. Luckily, the bar was only about a ten-minute walk, saving him the trouble of calling a cab. 

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When he stepped into the club, he was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and cologne. The large room was dark, lit only by strobe lights that illuminated the dance floor. Deep bass music sounded, reverberating through Jisung's entire body as he approached the bar. 

He smiled sweetly at the bartender when he caught their attention, ordering two shots to start off his night. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat and served to warm his extremities. He'd always been a lightweight, the effects of drinking catching up to him far quicker than his peers. He knew he needed to pace himself. His goal was to be loose and flirty but still lucid enough to be in control of himself. 

He sat perched on a bar stool for a few moments while he surveyed the club. It didn't take him long to find Minho. There were few people as eye-catching as him, after all. Jisung felt his mouth water at the sight of him. He was dressed in tight black pants that hugged his thighs just right. His black dress shirt was tucked into his pants and unbuttoned to tease at the ample muscle of his pecs. Jisung swallowed thickly at the sight. It should be criminal to be so hot. He was lethal.

Jisung made his way to a spot on the dance floor where he knew he'd be visible to Minho. He found himself conforming to the mass of sweaty bodies easily. The bass was deep and easy to dance to, encouraging his tipsy body to move. He warmed himself up by swaying his hips to the music in an alluring manner. It only took a few moments before he had slipped into the club headspace, really forgetting his surroundings and just enjoying.

The next song that played had a sensual feel to it, slow and heady. Jisung moved seductively to the beat, running his hands up his body slowly, biting his lip as he delicately grazed his pecs. Even to his own touch, his body was so sensitive, made even more so by the alcohol. He melted into the sway of the music, letting his body take control.

His hands traveled up to his hair, knotting his fingers into the locks as he rolled his hips against the air. Jisung sighed airily when he tugged against his roots, his eyes slipping shut, immersing himself in the feeling. He continued rolling and thrusting, the low-fitting pants he’d chosen to wear hanging off his hips invitingly. He released his hair and set his hands on a slow and enticing path down his chest. He purposefully skimmed his hands over his nipples, his features twisting in pleasure at the stimulation through his shirt.

He trailed his fingertips sensually down the soft skin of his stomach, teasing at his waistband before sliding his palms over his thighs, gripping the flesh in his fingers. He’d almost forgotten he was dancing in front of other people until he felt warm hands settle on the curve of his waist. A soft gasp left his lips as the stranger trailed his hands along the exposed flesh of his stomach and along the skin just above his happy trail.

Jisung smirked playfully, happy to have captured someone's attention. He could only hope it was the someone he was trying to entice. Goosebumps formed despite the heated flush of his skin from the teasing touches. Jisung couldn’t see the man but could tell he was bigger than him as he was pulled firmly against his chest. Jisung moaned, biting his plumb bottom lip when he felt fingers grip his hips, guiding him to the music and pressing him flush to the man's groin.

Jisung placed his own hands on the stranger’s hips, swaying and grinding shamelessly against the firm body behind him. He earned a hum of approval, which spurred him on further. Jisung rolled his body against the stranger’s, moaning needily at the near-pornographic action. The alcohol had taken full effect, and he could feel arousal swirling in his core with each roll of his hips.

The man’s hands roamed curiously, taking extra time to squeeze Jisung’s pecs, tweaking his nipples just so as he did. Jisung whined, moving his arms to wrap up and around the man’s neck, pulling him closer. It felt so good, and Jisung couldn’t help but wonder if it was Minho’s hands making him feel so good. The air was thick and overwhelming, and Jisung was so so horny. He nearly melted when he felt the searing warmth of open-mouthed kisses trailing along the back and side of his neck. The stranger blazed a scorching trail along the sensitive column of flesh from behind his ear to his shoulder. He tangled his fingers into the man’s soft hair and tugged gently, earning a groan against his neck.

Jisung felt like he was floating, grounded only by the heat and firmness of this stranger’s body behind him. He needed more. He needed his lips on something. Jisung loosened the grip he had in the man's hair and turned suddenly in his hold, taking in his form and handsome features. He couldn't help the satisfied smirk that decorated his features when it was Minho looking back at him. Jisung lurched forward before Minho could stop him, slotting their lips together.

Minho’s lips were soft and plush, and they felt so good against his own. He kissed the older man sensually, savoring the slight taste of alcohol lingering on his breath. Jisung wanted to seem confident and in control, but when Minho’s strong hands gripped his waist to pull him closer, a needy whine escaped his lungs. Minho kissed him back, taking control and asserting dominance over their situation with only a few touches. Jisung melted willingly into his hold.

Minho’s fingers teased at the bare skin of Jisung’s lower back, causing him to shiver. Jisung had never been kissed by someone with such intent, smoldering and demanding and self-assured, just like Minho. Jisung obliged eagerly when the older’s tongue requested entrance by tracing the seam of his plump bottom lip. The taste and sensation of Minho claiming his mouth with his tongue was enough to have Jisung’s head spinning. He trailed his hands up Minho’s muscled back to wrap around his neck.
Minho squeezed at his waist approvingly before exploring the younger’s body hungrily. Their kiss was intense but not rushed, each of them taking their time mapping out every bit of the other’s mouth. It was filthy and passionate, torturously hot. Jisung pressed himself flush against Minho, their bodies melding together in a mess of hands and tongues. He was already so hard, and even the slight friction of being pressed against Minho was exhilarating.

The younger moaned when Minho cupped his ass with both hands, squeezing hungrily and pressing Jisung impossibly closer to him. Their bodies moved as one as Minho began moving them sensually to the music. Jisung felt each beat thrum through him and travel directly to his aching cock as he and Minho continued to grind against one another.

Jisung gasped audibly when Minho angled his thigh between Jisung’s thighs, pressing exactly where he needed it the most. The pleasure of the friction through his denim pants was almost overwhelming. Being kissed by Minho was definitely overwhelming. Jisung broke the kiss to catch his breath, his head falling down to rest against Minho’s shoulder.

Minho didn’t let up, grinding his knee against Jisung’s erection mercilessly as he began placing kisses underneath Jisung’s ear. If things kept at this pace, Jisung would probably bust. The thought brought him back to the present. He needed to make sure Minho was feeling good, too. Jisung captured Minho’s lips in a sloppy, searing kiss as he placed his hand over the older’s bulge. He palmed Minho’s erection eagerly, moaning when he got a feel of the thick cock the older was packing.
Before he could really get to work palming him, though, Minho pushed Jisung back gently by the chest, capturing his wrist and halting his groping. Jisung whined needily, hoping to encourage the man to kiss him more. 
“Jisung,” Minho’s silky voice said. 

Yep. That was his name. He blinked up at Minho through his eyelashes seductively. His eyes honed in on Minho’s upper lip. He wanted to bite it so badly.
“Want you,” Jisung confessed, blinking up at the older hopefully.

Minho stared back at him with dark eyes. The older continued to grind his thigh against Jisung’s erection cruelly while smirking. 
“Are you sure you can handle me, baby?” 

He was so cocky. Jisung could almost see the confidence dripping from his every pore. This was a man that knew exactly how sexy he was. It was infuriating and effective at riling Jisung up, reducing him to a whiny puddle of goo. The friction halted suddenly, ripping a needy whine from Jisung. He attempted to roll his hips against the older, chasing any stimulation he could get.

Minho’s hands tightened their hold on Jisung, effectively holding him still against his thigh. 

“H-hyung,” Jisung whined. “Please. Dressed up like this just for you. Want you so bad.”

“Mm, is that so Jisungie?” Minho teased cruelly. “So desperate for a man almost twice your age. You’re a naughty one.” Minho’s hungry eyes devoured Jisung’s flushed face. Jisung was starting to feel dizzy. He could only assume all of his available blood was currently pooling in his cock. 

“Hyung’s so sexy. Can’t help it,” Jisung confessed, biting his lower lip and attempting a pout.

“Pouting won’t work on me. It will do you good to learn that now,” Minho informed him. 

His free hand traveled up to cup Jisung’s plump cheek, his thumb pressing into the flesh of Jisung’s lower lip, effectively removing the pout. Jisung bit his bottom lip hard. He looked pleased as Jisung obeyed his silent command, relaxing his face. 
“I’m going to drive us both back to the house now, okay?”

Jisung’s eyes must have lit up because Minho clarified immediately. “I’m not going to sleep with you tonight, Jisung. Not like this,” 
Jisung deflated. 

“Want you fully lucid when I fuck you for the first time.” 

Oh. Well, that changed things. He was still incredibly horny with no outlet in sight, though. Jisung wasn't one to give up after only being told no once.
“You’re mean,” Jisung said. There was no real bite behind his words, though. “Kinda like it.”

“Oh, you have no idea, baby.” Minho smirked, running his thumb along Jisung's plush bottom lip once more before dropping his hand. Jisung relished the way those words both frightened and excited him. 
He clung to Minho's arm as the older led him to his car. He wasn't so drunk that he couldn't walk on his own, but he wanted an excuse to feel up Minho's bicep. 

The older man helped Jisung into a sleek, black SUV. The cool leather seat felt nice against the flushed skin of his back. Jisung shivered from the sudden cold, goosebumps rising on his skin. 
Minho must have noticed because he reached into the backseat, pulling a sweater to the front and tossing it onto Jisung's lap. 
“Oh,” Jisung said in surprise. 

The gesture was very sweet. He pulled the sweater over his head and basked in how good it smelled. It smelled like laundry detergent and the undeniable musk of Minho. Jisung shamelessly hid his nose under the collar to breathe it in deeply. 
Jisung heard an amused huff of laughter next to him. “Cute,” the older man murmured. “Fasten your seatbelt.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jisung teased before obeying. He could be good when he needed to be. 

Minho didn't acknowledge his use of the name Daddy, he just shifted the car into drive and started their venture back to his house. This was definitely an opportunity he wasn't going to waste.
Jisung gingerly rested his hand on the meat of Minho's thigh. The older's eyes shifted to give him the side-eye, but he didn't say anything.

Minho's thighs were so mouthwatering, and his tight black pants had been teasing him all night. Jisung couldn't help himself as he squeezed the flesh between his fingers. Minho sighed, clearly electing to ignore the behavior but still wanting Jisung to know he was displeased. 

Jisung had never been someone who gave up easily, though. He trailed his fingertips ever closer to Minho's cock, just dancing on the outskirts, never touching. 
“Behave,” Minho warned. 

His voice was so stern, and it only served to rile Jisung up. He moved his hand the remaining distance to squeeze the older's cock through his pants, earning a hiss of pleasure from the man.

Suddenly the car stopped and the engine was turned off. Jisung startled at the abrupt lack of movement. Oh, we've arrived. He was so caught up in his teasing that he hadn't noticed how close they were.
Minho was out of the car, slamming his door behind him before Jisung could even finish processing. Jisung had expected him to go inside, ignoring his advances. His body tingled with delight and anticipation when, instead of going inside, he turned to approach Jisung's door.

Before Jisung could speak, Minho wrenched open the door, undid his seatbelt, and pulled Jisung into his arms. Jisung scrambled to wrap his arms and legs around the man for stability as he lifted him out of the car, pushing the door closed with his hip before heading inside.

Minho fumbled slightly with the lock on the door, earning a giggle from Jisung. Once the front door was shut, Jisung’s back was immediately pushed up against it, and Minho's lips were on his, hot and demanding within seconds. Jisung's giggle melted into a needy whine as the older rutted his hips against him, the embers of his desire rekindling into a burning flame.

Minho rolled his hips, rubbing their clothed erections against each other again and again. Jisung could hardly compose himself enough to kiss the man back, his lips meeting Minho's sloppily. 
“M-Min,” he gasped. Jisung was beaming internally. He loved getting his way.

“Hm, baby?” Minho hummed against his lips, not letting up the torturous roll of his hips for a second. Minho was so strong. Just the thought of him tossing Jisung around nearly has his eyes rolling into the back of his head. 

“Feels good,” Jisung moaned, tangling his fingers into the material of Minho's shirt. Minho smirked against his lips. His hips slowed to a stop as he kissed Jisung again chastely. The whine that ripped out of Jisung was pitiful. “M-more. Please.”

Minho just chuckled at him, setting his feet on the ground. “Thought you'd get your way by being a brat, hmm?” Jisung felt like the earth was going to drop from beneath him. No, no, no! He felt the loss of yet another mind-melting orgasm slip between his fingers. 

Minho kissed him chastely one last time before separating their bodies completely. Jisung was too stunned to speak. He'd never had someone deny him so completely. The older seemed amused, a smug grin painting his features. 
“You are evil, hyung,” Jisung finally found the words to speak.

Minho's responding laugh was almost maniacal, rising in pitch at the end. “Goodnight, Jisung.” He called before retreating to his bedroom.

🏖️

Jisung was growing increasingly frustrated with each passing day. It was getting to the point where even the minutes ticking by felt like a personal insult. No one that Jisung set his sights on held out this long. No one but Lee Minho. 

Things were heated between them in the days following the club incident. They were undeniably attracted to each other; it was obvious in the way their eyes lingered, and they kept finding excuses to touch. Jisung had made it very clear that he wanted to jump Minho’s bones…so why the fuck was Minho being so stubborn?

Jisung huffed out a sigh as he locked his phone and rolled onto his side. He'd just gotten home from shadowing Minho as he danced like a literal god. A sexy god. He was extremely frustrated, both mentally and physically. He had a pretty high sex drive in general and being brought to the precipice of pleasure multiple times only to be denied for days had him aching.

Sure. He could masturbate until he ran himself dry, but he still wouldn't be satisfied. He needed to find a way to break Minho. Make himself so irresistible that the older couldn't resist. 

🏖️

Minho had taken to cooking dinner for the two of them most nights. Jisung would act as his “sous chef”, which essentially meant he sat on the counter and kept the older company while he worked. Minho was a fantastic cook. Each dish was tastier than the last and showcased how talented Minho was.

Jisung found that he really liked and admired Minho. When he found something he was passionate about, he learned the craft inside and out. It was really remarkable. Jisung hoped Minho would get to know him inside and out, too.

That night, Minho must have let his guard down. The smell of garlic and meat permeated the air, and Jisung's mouth watered.

“Say ‘ah’,” Minho requested, holding a bite of meat between his chopsticks for Jisung to eat. Jisung looked into Minho's eyes as he latched his lips around the utensils. Every interaction was another level in their game of cat and mouse. He fluttered his eyelids shut in pleasure as the flavor erupted in his mouth. It wasn't an exaggeration when he moaned around the chopsticks. It was just that good. 

When he cracked his eyes open to look at Minho, Jisung was surprised to see his lips parted and his eyes wide, pupils dilated. Interesting. He may need to run a few more trials before he was certain, but Jisung was confident he could capitalize on that reaction.

Minho snapped out of it so quickly that Jisung began to doubt if what he'd thought he'd seen was real. Only one way to find out. He helped Minho plate their meal and carry it to the small dining room table. This part of Minho's house was decorated simply with comfortable but modern vibes. Jisung seated himself across from Minho tonight to test his theory.

“Thank you for the food,” Jisung acknowledged before taking another bite. He moaned again, really doing his best to sound pornographic but not too obvious. He even made a point to lick his lips slowly, his eyes trained on Minho's.

Sure enough, Minho had the same look from earlier. His brown eyes followed Jisung's tongue as it made its slow, wet journey across his lip. Hmm. It seemed that Minho was more affected than he was letting on after all. Just for good measure, Jisung waited until his last bite before moaning lewdly once more, the chopsticks trapped between his plump lips. 

Minho's reaction was immediate, eyes darkening and traveling to his stuffed lips and cheeks. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Did you enjoy the food, Jisung-ah?” His tone was slightly darker than usual, too. 

Jisung nodded. “It was soooo good hyung,” he gushed. “I bet you're good at everything.” Jisung bit his lip intentionally, eyes flickering to the older's lips. He'd certainly done a good job at working himself up.

Minho smirked at him. “I've had a lot of time to hone my skills.” Jisung gulped. 

“I'd love to know more about your skills,” Jisung breathed, putting on his best ‘fuck me eyes’. 

Minho stood and rounded the table. He leaned in close enough that Jisung could almost taste the wine he'd had with his dinner on his breath. “You will,” Minho leaned in to press their lips together. 

It was slow and sensual, Minho’s tongue mapping out the inside of Jisung’s mouth at a languid pace. Jisung whined into the kiss, pawing at the buttons on the older’s shirt. He needed him so badly. 

Before he could even manage one measly button, Minho was pulling away and licking his lips. “Tastes even better like that.” He winked. Then he was off to the kitchen with their dishes, and Jisung was left at the table torturously aroused. Once again. 

Jisung fumed in his seat for a few minutes instead of helping clean up like he usually would. He was a brat; what could he say?

However, in his fuming, he hatched a delicious plan. One that even Lee Minho couldn't resist. If he liked the sound of him moaning, Jisung would deliver. He just had to find the perfect time.

🏖️

The next day, his plan came to fruition. He didn't have access to his usual arsenal of sex toys, but he had brought his longtime companion along with him. It was a long, thick silicone dildo with a suction cup on the end. It was also a pretty purple color, because why not?

He laid his lube and his dildo on the bed and went to confirm that Minho was in the living room just a little ways away. If he left his door open, Minho would definitely hear him. He'd showered in preparation, prepped himself well, and applied a pleasant-smelling oil to his body, making his honey skin glisten. 

He knew he looked good. He couldn't wait to feel Minho's eyes on him. Jisung secured the dildo to the hardwood bedroom floor. He took pleasure in lubing himself and the toy up, enjoying the slick, wet sounds. The thrill of excitement and arousal tingled up his spine. He couldn't wait for Minho to hear him and hopefully come investigate and have his way with him.

He positioned himself so that he was facing the large, full-length mirror across the room and could watch himself and the door behind him. He wanted the first thing Minho saw when he entered the room to be his sweet little ass bouncing on the dildo like he was made for it. 

When he was ready he took a deep breath and lowered himself down onto the phallic object. The floor felt cold and hard under his bare knees, making him shiver slightly. He was naturally loud and vocal during sex, so he wouldn't even have to act. A whine escaped his lips as soon as the tip breached his rim, high-pitched and noisy. He stilled for a moment as he sank the rest of the way, allowing himself time to adjust. 

Admittedly, it had been around two months since he'd been fucked or fucked himself, the stretch more noticeable than usual. He was no virgin and his libido was high so two months was a huge amount of time with no ass action. He was basically a virgin again to his standards.

Once he had adjusted, Jisung lifted himself up slowly before sinking back down. “Ah, hyuung,” he moaned. “M'so full, hyung.” He emphasized the ‘hyung’ hoping to entice the older. Jisung did feel so full. His toy was stretching him so well, but he couldn't stop himself from imagining how it would feel to be stuffed full of Minho. He wanted Minho to fill him. His mouth. His ass. His everything.

Jisung set a steady pace, fucking himself deep over and over again, letting loose pornographic moans all the while. He couldn't help the satisfied smirk and the anticipation building in his stomach when he heard rustling from the other room and the T.V. volume turn off. He hoped he'd caught the older's attention. He'd have to turn it up a notch.

“Ah ah, Minho hyung,” he cried out, the sound of his ass bottoming out and bouncing against the floor serving as an obscene form of background music. “F-fuck me, hyung. Right there. Ah!” 

He sounded absolutely debauched. Moans and pleas fell from his lips freely, sounding off the walls in an enticing cadence. He'd gotten so wrapped up in his own pleasure, his hand trailing upwards to tweak his sensitive nipple, that he didn't even hear the footsteps as they approached the door.

He was startled and nearly toppled over in surprise when he heard Minho's voice behind him. “What do we have here?” He asked. His dark eyes met with Jisung's in the mirror before trailing over his body. It was the first time Minho had seen Jisung naked, and he hoped he liked what he saw. “A desperate, impatient, needy little whore?” 

Jisung moaned at the words, nodding shamelessly. He had always liked a little name calling. His plan had worked, and he could hardly contain his excitement. There was no way Minho wouldn't fuck him now. Jisung had come to a halt when the older entered, waiting to see what would happen.

“Don't let me stop you,” Minho said, his face painted with disinterest. His eyes were dark, telling a completely different story, though. He definitely liked what he saw. “Go on.” He gestured for Jisung to continue.

Jisung paused. Wait. Minho wanted him to keep going? He wasn't going to ravage him on the spot!? Jisung pouted, processing his disappointment and trying to think of any other ways to convince the man.

“Aww, did the poor baby fuck himself stupid?” Minho cooed meanly. His words and tone created a molten, gooey pit of arousal in his core. “Don't worry. Hyung will talk you through it.” 

Jisung whined shamelessly. He wanted Minho to call him more names. He also wanted him to stop being stubborn and fuck him already. He looked at Minho in the mirror, round-eyed and pouty-lipped. 

“What did I tell you about pouting, baby?” Minho scolded. Jisung bit his bottom lip immediately. His voice was icy cold, but his eyes served to melt Jisung where he sat. “Fuck yourself on your silly little toy like a good boy for hyung.”

Oh. Jisung clenched around the dildo at those words, a high-pitched keen leaving his body. He raised himself up before sliding the toy home again; the feeling intensified tenfold with Minho’s eyes on him. He set a desperate pace. He wanted to be good for Minho.

“Good boy,” Minho praised, his voice a bit lower than usual. “Your hole is so greedy, baby. You like to be full?” He cooed. 

Jisung whined as he fucked himself silly on the dildo. He did. He loved to be full.
 
“Answer me, Jisung,” Minho commanded after Jisung didn't respond.

Jisung didn't know if he could muster up words, but he was determined to try. “L-love being full, hyung,” he moaned loudly. “Want your cock, please.” He knew he was acting desperate, but Minho made him feel more aroused than he ever had in his life. He wanted his cock, his praise, his hands. Everything.

“The needy baby wants daddy’s cock?” Minho asked condescendingly. 

Yes. Jisung's cock twitched where it bounced against his tummy. He wanted it so badly. Minho wasn't touching himself at all; he didn't even look aroused. Jisung hated him a little bit for how hot it was. 

“That little toy isn't good enough for you?” 

“Not good enough,” Jisung whined. “Wanna be full of hyung’s cock. Please, please, please.” 

He was beginning to get frustrated. He was feeling so good, and he wanted Minho to touch him so badly. Minho's words wrapped around him, caressing and warming him with each word. They were teasing, pushing and pulling, and working together with his hurried movements to bring him to the edge.

“You're so pretty when you're desperate, baby,” Minho praised. “Hyung would fuck you so much better than that thing. Like you deserve.” 

Jisung trembled; the toy had been reaching so deep inside him, hitting his sweet spot and sparking pleasure throughout his body. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

“Please,” he begged. He could almost cry. He was so close already and Minho hadn't even so much as touched him. “Minho, please.” 

Minho kneeled down behind Jisung, so close he could feel the warmth of his body, but not touching him at all. The distance was torturous. The older’s hot breath tickled Jisung’s nape, sending shivers down his spine. 

“Harder baby, like hyung is fucking your tight little hole. Touch your cute little nipples for me, too.” Minho's voice was just the slightest bit strained, the scene unfolding before him finally taking its toll.

Jisung moaned loudly, the words ‘ah’ and ‘hyung’ being punched out of him each time the dildo bottomed out inside him. He obediently teased his nipples with his free hand, too.

“Look in the mirror,” Minho murmured, voice low but commanding. 

Jisung directed his gaze to the mirror. He looked so wrecked, his cheeks reddened, sweat beading in his hairline, and his breaths coming out in strained little huffs. 

“Your tight little body would take me so well. Bet you'd be able to feel my cock here,” Minho finally touched him, splaying his hand over Jisung's stomach. The idea of Minho's cock inside him, pulsing and bulging and filling him so well, made his eyes roll back into his head. His orgasm was hurtling towards him faster than he could stop it.

“Gonna cum,” Jisung moaned out, reaching for his aching cock. Before he could wrap his fingers around it, though, two strong hands swatted his hand away before gripping his hips. Suddenly Jisung was being fucked down hard onto the dildo, Minho’s hands squeezing tightly at the sensitive skin on his hips.

Jisung all but screamed as his orgasm crashed over him, made more intense by being made to cum untouched by Minho's hands. His senses were overwhelmed as the pleasure radiated all through his body. His muscles went taught as he rode out his orgasm, Minho’s strong hands continuing to lift him, fucking him through his mind-numbing orgasm with the dildo. Hot ropes of cum painted his chest as Minho continued the assault on his prostate via the toy.

Jisung slumped back against Minho as the older finally slowed his body to a halt. Even though Minho barely touched him, it was still in his top five orgasms of all time. The older man was skilled. And Jisung desperately needed to know the extent of his knowledge. He wanted to know it intimately. He also needed a shower. 

“Fuck,” Jisung sighed, his head lolling back against Minho's shoulder, exhausted. He took in the sight of them in the mirror, Minho looking almost completely composed and Jisung looking like an absolute mess. If his brain hadn't just dripped out of his ears like melted wax, he might have been embarrassed.

Minho ran his finger through the release on Jisung's chest, locking eyes in the mirror before popping it in his mouth. He sucked sensually before popping it out of his mouth, a smirk finally forming on his pretty lips.

“Sweet,” Minho remarked, his dark eyes blazing into Jisung's. He devoured Jisung with his eyes for a few moments before standing and disappearing. He reappeared with a washcloth, kneeling and carefully cleaning Jisung up. “Thanks for the show, pretty.” Minho thanked him before he exited the room.

Jisung was too fucked out to even care, removing the dildo and practically melting into the cold hardwood floor.

🏖️

Later that day, when Jisung had properly cleaned up, he decided he was going to have to consult Felix. He wouldn't tell him who the person was, of course. He felt frustrated and defeated. He needed his sunshine to talk him through this.

He was laying on the bed, curled up in blankets, when he finally dialed his best friend's number. He always felt a little needy after orgasming, and the blankets were helping to soothe him.

It rang a few times before Felix finally picked up, his deep voice sounding breathless. “Jisungie! Hi baby,” he cooed into the phone.

“Hi Lixie,” Jisung said, voice small. “Am I interrupting you? We can talk later.” He didn't want to wait, but he also loved his friend enough that he didn't want to inconvenience him. 

“We can talk now, just let me tell Channie and Changbinnie–oh fuck. Shit.” Felix's deep voice swore. “Jisung, do not tell my dad the names I just said to you, okay? He'll kill me if he knows…” Felix trailed off.

“Lix, I won't say anything. But can you please tell me what's going on with you? Because this is suspicious behavior if I ever saw it,” Jisung giggled. His friend’s schemes and antics always made him feel a little better.

“Yes, okay. I'll tell you but you have to promise not to tell my dad. Do you swear on your guitar and your favorite dildo Jisung?” Felix's voice was low and faux threatening.

Jisung cringed a little at the mention of his favorite dildo, having just used it to try and seduce his father only hours ago. 

“Lix-ah!” Jisung gasped dramatically. “How could you bring my two prized possessions into this so carelessly?! What if they heard you?” Jisung giggled into the phone. “But yes I promise on my life. I swear I won't say anything. Just tell me.”

Felix sighed into the phone. “Alright, so you know how I told you I was going on a trip with my old friends?” Felix paused, waiting for an answer. Jisung hummed into the receiver in affirmation. “Well… that was kind of a lie. They are people I know well and have known for a while. They um… Chan and Changbin are my dad's age and Chan also might be my dad's best friend.”

“Lixie,” Jisung gasped. Like he had any room to talk. “Scandalous that you didn't invite your dad! It's not like you're fucking them,” Jisung laughed.

Silence.

“FELIX!” Jisung yelled into the receiver, probably too loud before transitioning into a whisper. “You're fucking them both?!”

“Yes, Sung. Please don't say anything. It just kind of… happened,” Felix confessed. “I really like them and I just haven't figured out a way to… break the news.”

“Your secrets are safe with me, Lix. Honestly I'm just so proud of you.” Jisung fake sniffled into the phone like he was overcome with emotion, earning a giggle from Felix. 

“Thank you Jisung. Really,” Felix said, sincerely. “So, why did you call anyway?”

Jisung stayed silent for a moment, fidgeting with the blanket. “Well, I actually met someone the other night at the club,” Jisung started. Not technically a lie. He felt terrible leaving the truth out with his best friend, but he couldn't bring himself to admit he wanted to fuck his dad. That was a bit different and more complicated. 

Besides, he just needed to bang one out with the older man and then it would be out of his system, never to be thought of again.

“Jisung! That's so exciting!” Felix squealed. If only he knew.

“It is exciting. Or it was anyway. I thought they liked me back… and I'm pretty sure they still do. But they keep teasing me and… they won't fuck me Felix.” Jisung pouted into the receiver, instantly thinking of what Minho would say if he saw him pouting. 

“Oh, Jisung,” Felix soothed. “Of course they like you. They would have to be an idiot not to. Have you tried talking to them?”

“What am I supposed to say to them, Lix?” Jisung sighed. “Why won't you jump my bones already?!”

“Essentially, yeah.” Felix giggled. “Maybe there's a reason why? Maybe they are a gentleman. That would be a big change from your normal hook-ups, Ji.”

“Yah! Lee Felix! Uncalled for,” Jisung whined. Felix was right, though. Most of the guys he hooked up with were fuck boys or closeted frat bros. Minho was very different. 

“Just talk to them, Sung,” Felix soothed. “It will put your heart at ease. It's obviously really bothering you if you called me to talk about it.”

“Yeah, maybe you're right,” Jisung admitted. “Thanks Lixie,”

“Of course baby. I have to get back but call me again soon with updates!” Felix rushed out. “Love you, Ji,” he said before hanging up.

Maybe Felix was right. What was the worst thing that could happen if he just… talked to Minho? And why was that so much scarier than just trying to seduce him?!

🏖️

The next day went as usual, though. Jisung was having trouble focusing. Minho drove them to his dance studio, stopping to get Jisung a coffee as usual. Normally, Jisung would take their time alone in the car to flirt or make conversation of some sort, but today, he was feeling abnormally quiet. 

Minho seemed to notice, allowing him silence as they traveled. Shadowing went the same as usual, minus the subtle flirting and teasing that had become a staple between the two. Jisung just wasn't feeling it today.

The day came and went and soon enough they had arrived back at Minho's home. They both separated to get showered and changed. Normally afterwards, Jisung would perch in the kitchen to watch Minho cook. He wasn't hungry today, though. 

He'd resigned himself to laying on his bed, scrolling through social media for the night. That was until a soft knock stole his attention. Minho cracked the door, peeking in tentatively.

“I'm going to watch a movie and order takeout. Would you like to join me?” The older asked.

Jisung shrugged; he didn't really know. At his noncommittal response, Minho must have decided for him, scooping up his blanket-cocooned form and transporting him to the couch. Jisung didn't argue; he just allowed himself to be moved.

“Do you like Korean food?” Minho questioned. 

Jisung nodded. His mom and grandmother often made traditional dishes for him growing up. 

“What should I order for you?”

“Pyongyang naengmyeon please,” he murmured softly. “And something sweet?”

“Of course.” Minho nodded. He submitted their order for delivery and plopped onto the couch beside Jisung. “I was thinking of watching an animated movie. Do you have any recommendations?”

Jisung lit up slightly at that. He did have a suggestion. Only his favorite movie of all time. He looked at Minho, eyes hopeful. “Howl's Moving Castle?” He asked. 

“Ghibli fan?” Minho smiled warmly before pulling it up on a streaming service. 

Jisung nodded, smiling back. 

“Me too,” Minho confessed. 

Jisung's heart warmed a little at that. Minho was such a kid at heart.

They watched the beginning of the movie in comfortable silence, Jisung enjoying the familiar scenes. Once their food arrived, Minho grabbed it for them and even served Jisung his on a plate. He ate happily as the movie played on. He hadn't realized how hungry he was, and the food was helping to lift his mood slightly. 

When he was done, Minho packed up their leftovers and put them in the fridge, settling beside Jisung with a small pastry box and two forks in his hand. Jisung eyed it curiously. His sweet tooth was begging for a treat after the savory dinner. 

“I wasn't sure exactly what to order, but you're friends with my son so you must like brownies, right?” Minho grinned at him. 

Jisung loved brownies. They were beaten out only by chocolate croissants and his true love, cheesecake. 

“I love brownies.” Jisung grinned back at him. 

He accepted the treat and happily took a big bite. He stuffed his cheeks with the dessert, closing his eyes and genuinely moaning at the rich taste. When he opened his eyes, Minho was staring at him, ears bright red and mouth agape. 

Jisung blinked at him for a moment before realizing what he had done. Oops. It seemed he was trying to seduce Minho without even trying now. 

“Um, sorry,” Jisung mumbled. “And thanks for the food.” Normally, he would take advantage of the situation, but he just wasn't feeling it today.

Minho composed himself, a look of concern painting his face instead. He paused the movie and turned to Jisung. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked, placing a hand on Jisung's knee. “You aren't your normal scheming self today.” 

Jisung studied the older's expression. He seemed to be genuinely concerned.

Now was as good a time as any. 

“Well, there is something bothering me, actually,” Jisung confessed. 

Minho nodded attentively.  

“I know we've been kind of… flirting and messing around..” Jisung trailed off.

Minho squeezed his knee to encourage him to continue. 

“But…can I ask why you won't sleep with me?” Jisung was sure his face was bright red. 

Minho, however, had a look of clarity on his face.

“Ah. Has my teasing gotten to be a bit too much for you?” He asked earnestly. His deep brown eyes were apologetic as they stared into Jisung’s. 

“If you don't want to fuck me, I understand–” Jisung started before getting cut off. He nearly yelped as Minho’s grip on his knee strengthened. 

“Baby,” Minho started. “There is no universe where I don't want to fuck you absolutely stupid.” His eyes had darkened with what Jisung could only assume was desire. “I wouldn't tease you if I didn't intend to give it to you.”

“But...” Jisung started before trailing off. 

“Haven't you ever heard that waiting a little makes it that much sweeter?” Minho smirked. “A cat always plays with their mouse before they sink their teeth into it. It's the thrill of the chase,” Minho explained.

Jisung thought he understood. Most of his sexual experiences were rushed and a frenzy of inexperienced hands and lips. Minho was a grown man. Of course, he went about these things differently. 

“Do you understand, baby?” he asked, waiting until Jisung nodded. “Hyung’s sorry he's been neglecting you. But I think we're both too tired tonight. How about you come here?” He patted that spot directly next to him.

Jisung obeyed, the older pulling him into his lap and settling the smaller man between his legs facing the television. “Comfy?” he checked.

“Yeah.” Jisung nodded. 

Minho’s body was so warm against his. It was nice. He definitely hadn't expected to cuddle before sex, but Minho was different. A good different. 

The older started the movie again, hooking his chin over Jisung’s shoulder and kissing lazily as his neck. His arms wrapped snugly around Jisung’s waist, holding him tightly against his body. Jisung tried to pay attention to the movie. He really did. However, Minho had him so comfortable he was soon drifting to sleep. 

He was vaguely aware of Minho tucking him into his own bed and the whispered, “Tomorrow pretty,” before he plunged into darkness.

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The next day Jisung couldn't for the life of him remember if what he'd heard was a dream or reality. Shadowing went by the same as always. Since Jisung was feeling better he ogled Minho like he usually did, making flirtatious comments during their breaks. Things were back to normal.

Until they got home, that is. As soon as they stepped through the threshold Minho’s hands were on Jisung, pushing his back against the wall. His mouth met Jisung's, hot and eager, within seconds. There was no preamble to this kiss. It was overflowing with desire, all tongue and rough hands. Jisung allowed himself to be overtaken, a small whimper escaping him.

“Bathroom. Shower. Now,” Minho commanded between filthy kisses. 

Jisung knew he needed to move but all he could do was stare dumbly at the older. Minho huffed a laugh before hooking his hands under the younger's thighs and carrying him. 

Jisung could feel the outline of Minho’s cock through his athletic pants. The tangible proof of Minho’s arousal snapped Jisung back to reality. This was actually happening. Jisung's inner slut jumped for joy. He latched his mouth onto Minho's neck, and the older hurriedly carried them to his personal bathroom. Jisung felt a twinge of pride that he was going to be fucked in Minho's personal shower.

When they arrived, Minho's mouth returned to his as he hastily undressed them both. When they were both bare, Minho stepped back to look hungrily at Jisung's form. “You are so damn sexy,” he nearly growled. Their lips crashed together again, Minho guiding them both into his shower and pressing Jisung up against the wall. He turned the water to hot without even looking, stopping before it would get to the point of scalding. 

Jisung shivered as his bare back met the cold tile of the shower. Minho's body was pressed against his own, encompassing him nearly completely. Every point of contact between their bodies seared Jisung to his core. The anticipation that had been building for what felt like ages finally found a home in his limbs as he desperately clung to the older. He wanted to be even closer. 

Minho’s body felt amazing against his own. His soft but strong chest and stomach melded with Jisung’s own. And his thighs–oh god, his thighs. One thick, deliciously muscled thigh was wedged between his legs, pressing against his achingly hard erection. There were so many sensations and feelings that Jisung wanted to savor. Like their tongues tangling together or the way his strong hands felt wrapped around his little waist.

He'd have to do his best to commit them to memory because it was very clear Minho was not going to slow down. He was like a predator that had caught its next meal after several days without. Jisung was going to be consumed.

Jisung whined into the open-mouthed kiss where their tongues slid together. His hands traveled in front of him to rest on Minho’s pecs, squeezing while thumbing over the man's nipples. The water made everything smoother. Slicker. Jisung broke their kiss and attached his lips to the other nipple, circling it with his tongue as his thumb mirrored the action on the other.

Minho’s grip tightened on Jisung’s hips, pulling him forward to rut against his flexed thigh. Jisung couldn't help but sigh in pleasure, popping off the pert nipple to lick and tease the other.

Minho seemed to enjoy having his nipples played with, his breath hitching as Jisung’s tongue trailed over the bud sensually. Jisung cast his eyes up to meet Minho’s. “You're so pretty baby,” Minho praised. He slid his hands up Jisung's waist to his chest, squeezing before continuing on to settle atop his shoulders. He applied slight pressure as he stared back into Jisung's eyes. Minho was totally in control, and he knew it. Loved it. Savored it.

Jisung didn't have to be told what to do next. The slight pressure on his shoulders and the scorching eye contact told him all he needed to know. He dropped to his knees immediately. If it were anyone else, Jisung may have been embarrassed at his willingness. But all he felt was pure excitement.

Jisung swallowed thickly when he was finally face to face with Minho's erection. It wasn't comically large, but it was big. And thick, decorated with veins just like his forearms and a plump, dusty pink cockhead. He could feel his mouth watering at the sight alone. When he took it in his hand, the weight of it alone forced a whine from his throat.

Minho chuckled darkly above him. “Don't worry, pretty, it will fit. Your slutty little mouth was made to take hyung's cock.” Jisung moaned shamelessly at the words, feeling his cock twitch against his abdomen. Minho was right, and the words set a fire ablaze in his core.

Jisung met Minho's eyes as he licked the plush flesh of his tip, swirling his tongue over the slit. The older hissed in pleasure, taking a fistful of Jisung's hair into his hand and pulling it tight. Jisung whined, and his eyes began to water from the sting. It was grounding and spurred him on. He took the head entirely into his warm mouth and suctioned his lips around it, while flattening his tongue over the tip to collect the salty precum like a prize.

“Good boy,” Minho praised him again. 

Jisung liked the sound of his voice praising him. He wanted more. He wanted to impress him. The younger relaxed his jaw before he took Minho's length as far into his mouth as he could without gagging himself. He bobbed his head a few times, enjoying the feeling of Minho's hand in his hair guiding him.

It wasn't enough, though. Jisung wrapped his hands around Minho's thighs, working himself further onto the older's cock and did his best to relax his throat. It was a struggle, but Jisung finally managed to take Minho to the hilt. His eyes were watering, and his throat fluttered, attempting to expel the intrusion. Jisung didn't pull back, though. He held himself on the older's cock, as he spluttered and gagged wetly.

“Fuck Jisung,” Minho moaned. “Your tight little throat feels so good. So good for me.” 

Jisung preened at the praise before he swallowed around him. 

“Shit. Can I fuck your mouth baby?” 

Jisung didn't answer, just pulled off Minho's cock wetly, strings of saliva serving to keep them connected, before he opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. 

“Good fucking boy,” Minho praised again, voice darker. 

Jisung basked in the musky scent of the older as he pumped himself in front of the younger's face. Jisung's eyes fluttered closed when he felt the weight of Minho's cock slap against his tongue a few times. 

“Look at me,” the older commanded. 

Jisung obeyed, opened his eyes and trained them onto Minho's. The maintained eye contact filled the space with a sexual charge.

Minho hummed, pleased, as he finally slid his cock to the hilt in one fluid motion. Jisung’s lips stretched around his girth, and his throat spasmed at the stretch. Minho took a moment to trail his fingers along Jisung's lips, which were stretched taut around his width. 

“So pretty. Wanna keep you just like this, baby. You belong on your knees,” Minho breathed.

The first thrust of Minho’s hips was so powerful it knocked Jisung’s head against the shower wall. He whined around the older, tears stinging his eyes.

“Sorry baby,” Minho cooed, smiling cruelly and threading his fingers into Jisung’s damp locks to anchor his head in place against the cold tile wall. “This will be better.” 

Jisung gargled lewdly around his cock, drool slipping from his lips. He couldn't move his head like this, and the control Minho had over his body made him want to cum on the spot. He did his best to relax himself as the older began to thrust into his mouth at a punishing pace.

The sound of the water running and the wet sounds of Jisung gagging filled the small space of the shower. Minho moaned, the grip in Jisung's hair tightened, but he never broke eye contact with the older. He was so turned on just by being used. 

Jisung was sure he looked like a dripping mess due to the combination of the shower and his saliva. He couldn't be bothered to worry about that now, though. Minho continued using his throat until tears were streaming down the younger's round cheeks. 

“Fuck,” Minho hissed above him. 

Jisung could feel his cock twitching and spasming in his throat. Not only was Minho feeling good, he was close. Jisung felt like he was glowing. He'd waited so long to show Minho how good and sexy he could be. If they kept going a little longer, he would be rewarded with Minho's cum.

Jisung whined when Minho abruptly pulled out. He had to take a moment to recover as his airways were finally uncovered. He was panting when Minho squatted down next to him to cup his cheeks—the older thumbed at his pouting lips.

His eyes were smoldering, full of adoration and lust. “Don't pout, baby. You did so well. Need to open you up to take my cock now, okay?” The older placed a kiss on his damp forehead before he helped Jisung to his feet. Jisung's head spun. Minho was a dizzying mixture of mean and sweet that had him buzzing beneath his skin.

Minho steadied him against the cold tile once more before he reached out of the shower to secure lube and a condom from the mirror vanity. He set the condom aside, uncapped the lube and set his sights back on the younger.

“You didn't answer me, baby. Are you ready?” He asked again. 

Jisung nodded. He was more than ready. He held his hand out for the lube, pouring a generous amount on his fingers when he received it.

“I'm ready, hyung,” he confirmed verbally before turning and leaning his front against the tile. He wanted Minho to have a good view while he fingered himself open. He reached behind himself and slipped one finger into his tight hole with ease. He didn't drag it out, too eager to finally feel the older's cock inside him. He quickly worked up to three fingers as Minho devoured him with his eyes. 

Delight and excitement filled him when he heard the telltale sound of a condom being opened and spread on a waiting cock. Jisung pulled his fingers out with a moan, arching his back to present himself to the older. Minho lubed up his erection before slapping his hands onto Jisung's ass cheeks.He kneaded them hungrily, dipping the crescents of his nails into the flesh. 

Jisung moaned needily; the pain was only enhancing the pleasure to come. 

“Your ass is perfect,” Minho murmured. “Can't wait to see it stuffed with my cock.”

Minho used the blunt head of his erection to smear the excess lube around Jisung's rim. He teased the younger by rutting up in between his cheeks a few times before he lined himself up to finally push in.

Minho moved slowly and gently, surely trying not to hurt the younger. But Jisung was so unbearably horny. He pushed his hips back onto the thick cock, trying to speed up the process. He knew he was being a brat, but he needed to feel the stretch. He needed Minho inside him now. 

Minho tsked at him. “Always so impatient. Have it your way, needy baby.” He pushed the rest of the way in, which stretched Jisung to his limits. The stretch burned a little, but he didn't mind. He quite liked a little bit of pain during sex. He moaned loudly at the sensation. “Should have known you liked it a little rough.”

Minho thrust in and out a few times to acclimate the younger before he buried himself to the hilt. He stayed there unmoving while his mouth latched onto a sensitive patch of skin on his neck. Jisung felt like he never wanted to be without this feeling again. The weight and fullness of the older stretching and molding him was addictive.

There was only one problem. Minho wasn't moving. The dancer was simply trailing his hands up and down Jisung's body languidly. Jisung whined impatiently. “Hyung?” He questioned. He was so horny he could cry. Why wasn't Minho fucking him already?

When Minho didn't respond, Jisung let out a bratty huff as he squirmed his hips. Minho responded by slapping his ass hard, causing Jisung to yelp. “Don't be a brat,” Minho scolded. “You wanted this so badly, baby. Why don't you work for it?”

Jisung didn't understand. Didn't he already work for it? “Hyung, please,” he begged. “Please, please, please,” he was near tears. No one had ever toyed with him like this before. It was both irritating and unbelievably arousing.

“If you're that desperate then fuck yourself on hyung's cock,” Minho purred. “Show me how badly you want it.” 

Jisung clenched involuntarily at the words, biting his lip. A challenge. Even though they'd only known each other a short time, it seemed Minho knew what made Jisung tick better than he knew himself. He had effectively taken Jisung apart, taking note of his intricacies.

Jisung steadied himself against the wall, leaned forward and arched his back. “Hyung’s so bossy,” Jisung huffed. He wasn't irritated, though. He liked Minho telling him what to do.

“You like it,” Minho replied confidently. He rested his hands on Jisung's hips, remaining unmoving. When Jisung was ready, he ground his hips in a little circle, really feeling the weight of Minho's cock inside him.

He was so deliciously full. Jisung pulled himself nearly off of the older's cock before he fucked himself back onto it. He repeated this action again and again, relishing in the feeling of the thick cock inside him as it massaged his walls.

Jisung couldn't help the whines that left him as he fucked himself increasingly harder back onto Minho's waiting cock. It filled him up so well, reaching every part of him with ease. 

“H-hyung,” Jisung moaned, never ceasing his movements. 

Minho trailed his fingertips down Jisung's spine, leaving chills in their wake. He kept going all the way to where the younger's puffy rim was wrapped around his cock. Minho traced the area where they were connected languidly. 

“So fucking pretty baby. I've wanted to fuck this slutty little hole since the first time I saw you. Taking me so well like I knew you would.”

Jisung moaned, and his hips were beginning to tire. Just as he was about to complain about it, Minho's hands fastened securely around his waist. Jisung nearly screamed as the older fucked into him hard as he pulled him back onto his cock.

He had to steady himself so he didn't collapse as Minho began to fuck him in earnest. His hips slapped loudly against Jisung's ass with each thrust. It sounded so filthy that Jisung couldn't help but clench around him. “Ahh–so good hyung–fuck.”

Jisung could hardly think he was being fucked so hard and so full and so good. Minho was fucking him like he owned him. It was unbelievable how hot Jisung found it. He could feel himself becoming addicted to the rough way the older's hands held him and the weight of his cock inside him. 

“Please,” Jisung whimpered. He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, but he knew he needed more. The pressure that had been steadily building was centralized in his core and ready to explode. 

“Gonna cum already pretty baby?” Minho cooed meanly. “Such a cockslut. Taking me so well. Begging for it all this time, and now that you've got it you're too dumb to speak?”

Jisung whined again; the harsh words made him feel tingly and hot all over. He wished Minho would spank him again. He craved the sharp sting of pain to ground him. He tried to articulate the need but only managed a pathetic string of whines and babbling.

“My little slut loves to be fucked dumb, doesn't he?” Minho purred. 

He increased the force behind his thrusts, plunging deep and hard into Jisung with each meeting of their hips. Jisung's body shook, each thrust pounded against his prostate, sending him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel his walls were spasming and constricting around Minho's girth. 

“Gonna come untouched baby?” Minho gasped, sounding affected for the first time. Minho's thrusts didn't slow down at all. He hammered Jisung's sweet spot again and again until he saw white.

What finally sent him over the edge was a firm slap to his ass. The coil in his belly stretched as far as it could go before it snapped. Jisung came hard, shooting his load against his chest and the shower wall. He felt like he was floating, unaware of his surroundings or reality for the extent of his orgasm. 

Minho's voice in his ear brought him back down to earth, though he didn't comprehend what he was saying. The soft, rhythmic thrusts from the man helped to ground him. All too soon, Minho was pulling out, tying up the condom and disposing of it. Minho must have come when Jisung was floaty. He already missed the solid weight of Minho's cock inside him. He'd never felt so content and just good with a sexual partner before. 

Minho helped to clean him up, kissing his body as he went. He murmured sweet words and praises into his skin like they were secrets he shared with a lover. He shampooed and conditioned his hair for him. He even washed Jisung’s body and helped clean his most intimate parts. 

Jisung indulged in the pampering since he knew he wouldn't be getting it again now that he had this out of his system. It was back to his normal hookups. So why did he feel the sting of loss when he tried to acknowledge this couldn't happen again?

The two ate dinner together like normal before going to bed. Jisung did his best to ignore the nagging feelings clawing at his chest. 

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The next day proved to be the most challenging so far. He couldn't help but stare at Minho's body as it moved along to the beat. They were still following their normal schedule, and nothing had changed except now Jisung knew what Minho's hands and lips and cock felt like on and in him.

He couldn't help but get a little worked up as Minho's muscles rippled under his tight dance clothing. Jisung knew what his flesh looked like under the fabric, plush but toned, and so, so powerful. If he kept this up, he was going to pop a boner right where he sat. 

So, maybe he hadn't gotten Lee Minho out of his system completely. He blushed as he recalled the events of the night before. The sights, sounds, and sensations all returned to the forefront of his mind. He didn't know where they stood with each other. But he was sure that if Minho offered, he would let himself be had again in an instant. 

Minho was, without a doubt, the best fuck of his life. Maybe it was dramatic to phrase it like that, but it was true. Jisung had drastically miscalculated how much he would like being fucked by the older man. Being owned by him. Normally, his fixations were just a means to an end. So when he felt the familiar pinch of arousal and want in his gut, he knew he was screwed. Literally.

He did his best to ignore the feelings that bubbled up each time they interacted. He squashed the memory of Minho's hands on his body and the filthy words he spoke ticking his ear. Just existing in Minho's orbit and not being able to act on his impulses was torture. He needed to get a grip. Or they needed to fuck again. The only problem was that he had no idea where Minho stood on the issue. As far as Jisung could tell, he was mostly unaffected—the bastard.

He got his answer that night when he was in the kitchen throwing together a quick snack. He had been so focused on getting the right combination of sweet and savory that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a firm hand squeeze his ass.

Next came the warmth of arms wrapping around his middle and the tickle of breath on his ear. Minho always smelled so good that Jisung melted into him on instinct. There was one more point of contact that made itself known soon after. Minho gently rutted his clothed bulge against Jisung’s ass playfully. 

Jisung was frozen. Did Minho feel the same way he did? His cock certainly did; that had been made evident. He needed to know what the rules of their arrangement were before they did anything else, though. He'd never slept with a fling twice. His usual confident and cocky nature didn't know how to act in this uncharted territory.

“You look so pretty today,” Minho complimented, nabbing a bite of Jisung’s snack and popping it in his mouth. He backed up, squeezing Jisung's ass one more time before pouring himself a glass of wine. “Do you want some?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

Jisung nodded. “Please.” He wasn't about to ask his best friend’s dad what their sex arrangement was without alcohol. 

They sat for a bit, sipping their wine and idly chatting until Jisung worked up the courage to broach the subject. “So, hyung,” he started, staring down into the deep red of his wine. “I think we both had a great time last night...” he trailed off.

 “The best time,” Minho agreed with a grin. Jisung couldn't help but smile a bit in return.

“But where does that leave us?” Jisung questioned. “Was it a one-time thing? Or…” He looked into Minho's eyes questioningly.

“Ah, I see,” Minho said, taking a sip of his wine, face neutral. “Do you want it to just be a one-time thing?” 

Jisung didn't even have to think about it. “No!” He blurted out without thinking. “I mean, um...do you want it to be a one time thing?” Smooth, Ji.

Minho chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I would be thrilled if a hot, young, intelligent twink wanted to keep sleeping with me. But you need to be the one to decide, Jisung. For obvious reasons.”

Jisung blushed at the older man's compliment. He understood that the decision was up to him. “As long as I'm here, we might as well have some fun.” Jisung grinned. “I think we need to put some rules in place, though.”

“What did you have in mind?” Minho asked. Jisung appreciated how calm he was, not pushing his opinion on to him or pressuring him. 

“Well, I think it needs to be just sex,” Jisung started. “No acts that people in relationships normally do. Like sleeping in the same bed or anything too intimate...if that makes sense.”

“That makes perfect sense.” Minho nodded. His face remained neutral through the entire conversation as he listened. “Anything else?”

“Um…” Jisung fidgeted in his seat. “How will we communicate that we want to have sex?” It was a little mortifying to speak so candidly about it, but Minho was so assuring that he managed to do it. 

“Well, I think we could just talk to each other,” Minho teased with an impish grin. “Or if Jisungie is too shy he could always text me. Give me your phone.” Jisung handed it over and watched as Minho typed in his information before handing it back.

“Alright,” Jisung nodded. “And what about Felix?” He asked. A whisper of shame threatened to unfurl in his mind at the thought of going behind his friend's back.

“I don't see why we couldn't continue our arrangement as long as we are both consenting and careful. Of course, if you want to stop when he comes home I will respect your choice.”

“I think if we're careful it will be okay,” Jisung agreed. He didn't want to have to stop. “So should we shake on it or…?” He teased, holding out his hand.

“Sure. Let’s shake on it.” Minho smirked.

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Over the next week, Minho fucked Jisung on the couch, in the kitchen, against the washing machine, and in the shower again. Jisung had never had so much sex in his life. Phenomenal sex at that. His mind and his back were getting blown daily. Sometimes more than once a day.

Minho definitely had a high libido. It was possibly even higher than Jisung's own. His ass and his limbs were sore with the good kind of ache that came from carnal bliss. Felix wouldn't return for another two weeks, and Jisung had to admit, he was somewhat disappointed their free reign of the house for their sexual escapades would end.

The feelings of disappointment were dwarfed by his desire to see his friend and interrogate him about his own older men. That would have to wait, though. Minho had just texted to inform him that dinner was ready.

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As compatible as they were physically, Jisung was pleasantly surprised to find that they also had many common interests outside of the bedroom. They both enjoyed cheesy niche horror movies and anime. Jisung found that they just seemed to understand each other. It was really nice. They found themselves hanging out a lot, too.

When Jisung wanted to try a popular local restaurant but didn't have anyone to go with, Minho tagged along to keep him company. He even insisted on paying because he's older but that Jisung could always repay him when they got home, which he did. The food was delicious, and they spent the night laughing together and having a good time. Then, when they returned home, Minho fucked him in the backseat of his SUV. The smell of leather seats and sex became one of his new favorite smells.

The next instance was when a special “buy one get one free” ticket sale took place at the aquarium in town. Jisung really wanted to go see the Tiger Shovelnose Catfish and the polka dot stingray. Even if it was a genetic mutation, it was cool as fuck. 

When he mentioned it to Minho, the older offered to tag along to keep him company. Jisung gladly accepted. He didn't like exploring new places alone anyway. And if he sucked Minho off in the family restroom like a horny delinquent, that was just an added bonus. He left with a sore throat and a polka dot stingray stuffed animal, both from Minho.

The next week, Minho's friend had to cancel on him, leaving the older with an extra admission to a pop-up winery that was taking place in the area. He'd invited Jisung along instead, who agreed. It would be a waste to not use the ticket. They laughed at the fancy names of the wines that were older than themselves. Later that night, they stumbled through the door together. They made their way to Minho's room, where the older ate Jisung out until he saw stars. Minho had made Jisung shine brighter than any constellation when he called him ‘beautiful’, the warmth radiating from within him.

That's how they ended up at the movie theater together. A new animated movie that they were both excited about was coming out in theaters. Of course, neither of them had anyone to go with. Apparently, they were some of the few people who wanted to see it on the big screen, too. They were joined in their theater only by a couple who looked to be in their late 20s sitting in the front. 

Minho had taken Jisung's hand and led him to the back row. Jisung hadn't thought anything of it either. Only when Minho pulled Jisung into his lap and settled him between his plush legs did Jisung suspect anything. The theater was the fancy kind that had large reclining seats, allowing them to both fit comfortably.

Jisung snuggled into his warmth. The theater was cold, after all. The only other people were far enough away they probably couldn't even see them. He relaxed, letting himself enjoy being held as the screen began playing, and the room was filled with music and bright colors.

The animation was breathtaking. Something he'd come to expect from this particular artist. He was so enthralled by the moving colors and pictures that he barely processed Minho’s hands skimming over his thighs. 

The touches were feather-light, almost undetectable to Jisung's distracted mind and body. However, when he felt the hands begin to fiddle with the button on his jeans, he panicked. 

“Minho,” he hissed under his breath. “There are other people in here,”

“And?” He whispered against the shell of the younger's ear. “They won't see, baby.” Minho successfully undid the button on Jisung's jeans, skimming his fingers over the forming bulge beneath the denim. “If you really want me to stop, just say the word.” 

Jisung didn't want him to stop. He'd never explored sexual activities in public, and he found that the thrill of being caught excited him. When Jisung didn't say anything else, just relaxed into the older's hold, Minho continued in his quest.

He slowly unzipped Jisung's pants, careful not to make too much noise. After that, he adjusted Jisung just enough to be able to free the younger's stiffening cock. Jisung hissed at the touch, so unexpected and risky. Everything about Minho was so thrilling.

“Keep your eyes on the screen, pretty,” he whispered hotly. Then he wrapped his fingers around Jisung's length and pumped him languidly. Jisung melted into the touch, the pictures on the screen blurring as he struggled to focus. “Pay attention to the movie.”

Jisung did his best. Minho was relentless, thumbing his slit and teasing the sensitive spot just beneath his tip. Jisung was finding it a struggle to keep quiet, finally letting out a small, too-loud whimper when Minho pinched the thick vein on the underside of his cock.

“Quiet, baby,” Minho whispered. “Or do you want them to hear you? See how sensitive you are? Hear your pretty noises?” Minho clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle the whine that left him at those words. “My baby is so slutty,” Minho purred into his ear.

Jisung felt himself melt impossibly further into the man's touch. The pleasure and the thrill of it all had his brain turning to goo. 

“Do you think you can tell hyung what's happening on the screen?” Jisung whimpered against his hand again. That meant he'd have to uncover his mouth, and that was risky. Against his better judgement, he nodded. He always wanted to be good for Minho.

He pulled Minho’s hand from his mouth and forced his eyes to focus on the screen. “T-the girl turned into a cat,” he whispered. “She's trying to–ah–” Jisung let out a gasp of pleasure when Minho flicked his wrist over his cock just right. 

“Go on, tell me,” Minho teased. He didn't let up, only increasing his pace, stroking Jisung just the way he liked. 

“She's trying to get back h-home,” Jisung whined, just on the verge of being too loud. His eyes flicked to the couple in the front, who seemed to be unaware of what was happening behind them.

“Good boy,” Minho cooed. He rewarded Jisung with his fingers in his mouth to help him keep quiet. Jisung appreciated the grounding weight on the tongue as the older continued to expertly take him apart.

He squirmed, whimpering as Minho palmed the sensitive head of his cock again and again. He was getting close, and the risk of being caught heightened his sensitivity. He bit down on Minho's fingers, muffled cries sounding quietly. 

It only took a few more flicks of the older's wrist for Jisung to spill into his palm. His entire body tensed in his hold, arching up into the touch as he came so hard his limbs dissolved into jelly. 

“So perfect. Such a good boy,” Minho praised. He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cum covered fingers. “Clean it up.” He commanded.

Jisung obeyed, the salty taste of his own release coating his tongue as he licked between Minho's fingers. He cleaned them thoroughly, even holding Minho's wrist in place to lick over his palm, collecting it all after his fingers had been removed. 

Minho tutted his approval. “Now swallow it like the cumslut you are,” he whispered. Jisung did so before melting into the older's chest. Minho tucked Jisung away, fastening his pants and pulling him to fit snugly against him.

“So good. Can't believe how perfect and sweet you are,” he murmured. Jisung did his best to enjoy the rest of the movie, basking in the warmth of Minho’s arms.

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The next week Felix returned home. He rushed immediately into Jisung’s arms, squeezing him tightly. Jisung wrapped his arms firmly around the blonde's middle, holding him close. So much had happened since Felix left on his trip. Jisung couldn't help but acknowledge the sliver of guilt that sliced through the warmth of their embrace. 

Once their embrace ended Felix threw himself into his dad's arms. “I missed you both so much!” He said warmly. 

They both responded in kind that they'd missed him, too. It was late, though. So they'd have to chat about his trip tomorrow. That night Felix slept in Jisung's bed, wrapped around his friend.

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Things had gone back to normal for the most part. They all spent time together when they were home, and Minho and Jisung still went to the dance studio. Shadowing was a little different, since now before they returned home and locked up for the day, Minho had taken to fucking Jisung in front of the mirror-clad wall. It seemed they could hardly go more than a day without feeling each other in that way. Now that they'd gotten a taste they were addicted.

The evenings were reserved for Felix, though. A few days later and it was finally the weekend and Jisung intended to finally get some answers out of his cheeky friend. So far his attempts had been met with coy smiles and evasive maneuvers. 

Surprisingly enough, it was Felix that initiated the conversation. But not about what Jisung had in mind. 

“You and my dad seem to be getting along well,” his deep voice said, like it was no big deal. Jisung, however, nearly spit out his drink.

“Um, yeah. We've been hanging out…every now and then,” Jisung said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “I didn't want to go alone to some places in the city so he tagged along.”

“I see.” Felix grinned, eyes twinkling. “This week he's seemed…” The blonde trailed off seeming to be in thought. Jisung held his breath, his heart rate accelerating. “Happy.” Felix finished, smiling bright.

Jisung nodded, letting out the breath he was holding internally. Felix wasn't stupid, he was sure to notice changes in their relationship. 

“And you two seem close,” Felix commented. Jisung needed to change the subject quickly before he broke down and confessed everything. 

“Enough about that. How was your trip with your men?” Jisung asked, wiggling his eyebrows and emphasizing the last word. 

Felix rolled his eyes playfully. “Don't act like it’s such a scandal, Sungie! You should try out older men. You might like it. I know I do.” The blonde grinned again. 

Jisung laughed nervously. “Yeah, maybe,” he agreed. He listened intently as Felix recounted story after story of romantic dinners and amazing sex described in way too much detail. Most importantly, Felix looked so happy recalling the events. Felix deserved to be happy. 

“So,” the blonde started, shifting his focus back to Jisung. “This guy you told me about. Did you guys bang yet?” His eyes were gleaming, clearly excited to learn the newest update to Jisung’s sex life.

Shit. Maybe talking to Felix about it was a mistake, but it was too late now. “Yeah.” Jisung smiled, recalling the most recent occurrence. “After we talked. Thanks for the advice, by the way.” He wrapped his arms around Felix snugly. 

“Of course Ji,” he chuckled. “So when do I get to meet him?”

Jisung stiffened in his arms. “I-its not really like that Lixie. Just a fling,” Jisung muttered. Why did it ache when he admitted it was just a fling? He knew their time would come to an end eventually, but why did it feel so…sad?

“Alright,” Felix conceded, patting Jisung's hair. “Let's get some sleep.”

Jisung remained awake, sleep evading him long after Felix’s soft breaths of slumber sounded in the room. He couldn't sleep. He was restless, and all he could think about was Minho.

Without really thinking, he slipped carefully from Felix’s hold and crept to the older man’s room. There was a dim light emanating from the cracked door. He padded to the door, creaking it open carefully. Minho sat, leaning against his headboard, reading a book. He looked especially beautiful in the dim lighting, dancing off his honey skin. 

Jisung was suddenly overcome with emotion at the sight. He didn't let the tears that threatened to come to the surface materialize, though. He didn't need to complicate Minho's life by crying all over him. He slipped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

Minho eyed him from over his book, looking surprised to see the brunette standing in his room. “Jisung?” He questioned softly. “C'mere baby.” He patted the plush comforter beside where he sat.

“Missed you,” Jisung admitted, squirming as close to the older man as he could. The warmth of his presence was comforting. Like the first sip of coffee on a cold morning. 

“You missed me?” Minho questioned, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You just saw me at dinner.”

“I know. I just…” He trailed off. “Just needed you.” Jisung felt the tears threaten again. Minho seemed to sense something was wrong. He set aside his book and pulled the smaller man into his lap, facing him.

“Is everything alright?” Minho asked. His eyes were searching, but right now, Jisung didn't want to be seen or understood. He panicked, doing the only thing he truly knew how to do with the older man. He pressed their lips together hastily. He didn't want to think or talk. He just wanted to feel. His hands slipped beneath the band of Minho's sleep pants hurriedly, palming his soft cock through his boxers.

Minho pushed him back slightly. “Hey, woah.” The older cupped Jisung’s face so tenderly it hurt. It was too soft, too familiar. Jisung wanted so badly to take comfort in Minho's softness. But right now, it was all too much. He needed a distraction and to stop thinking about things he shouldn't be. That he can't have. “Slow down, Jisung.” 

Minho was trying to soothe him, but in his sensitive state, it felt like rejection. He needed Minho to want him. To take him apart cruelly. “Please. Just fuck me, please,” Jisung begged, pawing at the man's sleep shirt desperately. Minho stared intently at Jisung for a beat before nodding. He looked like he wanted to object but thought better of it. “Need you,” Jisung whispered.

“Alright, baby. You have me,” Minho soothed. “You have me.” 

Jisung was on him again immediately. He kissed the man desperately, shaky hands attempting to remove his shirt. Minho helped them both disrobe, placing kisses that were so tender they burned against Jisung's skin. He was so worked up that he nearly cried when Minho insisted on lube and a condom. 

They devolved into a flurry of hungry kisses and touches. The older laid them on their sides, hiking the younger’s leg up and took him. Jisung begged for ‘more’ and ‘harder’ with each kiss, touch, and thrust. He wanted Minho to brand his fingers into his skin so deeply he would feel their imprints for days. He wanted the hurt and a physical reminder that Minho still wanted him…for now.

Minho fucked him roughly that night, hand clamped firmly over his mouth to keep him quiet, squeezing so tightly it hurt, just like he wanted. Each intense thrust knocked the bed frame against the wall softly. They were both too engrossed in the moment to truly care, though. 

When Minho coaxed an orgasm out of him, the tears finally came. Silent streams pooled in his eyes before spilling over just as Minho finished into the condom and pulled out. 

When he turned back to face Jisung after disposing of their trash, his eyes were wide and alarmed as he took in the younger’s state. He pulled him into his chest, stroking his hair and whispering sweet words into his ear. Jisung wished he could bring himself to believe them. He wished those words would only be for him. He was so tired, and his body felt like lead. His heart had betrayed him, and he was a fool to believe there was any world where he wouldn't have had feelings for Lee Minho. 

Everything was different in the best way with him. His confidence had been shaken. Dismantled by a beautiful man who made hurt feel like heaven and home feel like two mischievous brown eyes. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep, tear-stained face nestled securely against Minho’s chest.

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He was sore when he finally freed himself from sleep’s grasp. He had slept so well, and Felix was being so snuggly tonight. He turned in his friend’s arms to face him. Only, it wasn't Felix’s face he was met with. It was Minho’s. He had broken his own rule. If he really thought about it, he had been breaking rules for the man all along.

What was he doing?! Jisung was frozen, having awoken before the older man. He was sleeping so peacefully, his features soft with sleep. Jisung wished it were different, that he could trace the lines of his body and enjoy the kind of intimacy waking up next to your partner brings. But he couldn't. He forced himself out of Minho’s bed and to his own room, thankful to find Felix still fast asleep. 

He got in the shower, letting the water wash over him as he tried to ignore the thoughts in his head. He'd gotten too close to Minho. He was going to get hurt. He'd so stupidly and confidently run straight towards the man. And they'd had fun. More fun than Jisung had ever experienced with a lover. 

Right now, though, he needed space. At least a day without the older’s hands on him to really think.

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It had been a whole day since the big, emotional moment he had in front of Minho. Jisung was embarrassed and unsure of how to proceed. He'd been actively avoiding the older, electing to spend time with only Felix and encouraging Felix and Minho to do things without him while he moped in his room. Felix had made it clear he'd had quite enough of that, however. He insisted that Jisung tag along and layered the guilt on thick. He had never been able to say no to his sunshine.

That's how they found themselves now, Minho driving and Felix in the passenger seat on their way to the beach. Jisung was finally going to see the ocean for the first time, and he was desperately trying to be excited about it. He knew once he got into the water with Felix, he would be immersed in the moment and have fun. He needed to get out of his own head.

When they pulled up to the beach Jisung quickly unbuckled and hurried to dip his toes in the sand. It was warm and soft and helped to ground him in the present.

The three set up an umbrella and some towels to claim their spot. Minho had made it clear he would only be entering the water once he'd had ample time to rest. He plopped down onto his towel with a book while the younger two stripped off their shirts and shoes to play in the shallow water. The waves and the smell of salt and his friends’ laughter did a wonderful job of distracting him.

The beach was crowded since they'd picked a somewhat popular spot. Something about Jisung needing to ‘experience one of the most popular beaches in the area’. So it was no surprise that the pair had caught the attention of a group of guys around their age. Jisung hadn't paid them any mind, really. They were harmlessly flirting with Felix, splashing and laughing. Jisung was just enjoying the view of Felix's infectious smile.

He'd planned to remain on the sidelines and observe. That changed when he felt the familiar weight of Minho's eyes on him. He didn't want to think about him. He would do anything to stop thinking. Without a moment of hesitation he made his way to the group of guys surrounding Felix.

“Jisungie!” Felix squealed, ducking behind the brunette to shield himself from the splashes. “Play with us!” The melodic giggling was all it took to convince him. Jisung splashed the nearest victim, a tall man with dark hair and eyes. He was hot. Nowhere near as hot as Minho, but Jisung was trying not to think about him. Maybe this could be a nice distraction.

“Oh, it’s on!” The man declared, doubling his efforts to soak the pair. His friends joined in too, laughing and splashing the salty water towards the two. They both shrieked, clutching each other and giggling uncontrollably. It was harmless fun, just a group of guys playing on the beach. That's what Jisung thought, anyway until he felt an unfamiliar and unwelcome hand squeeze his ass. He whirled to see who the culprit was, only to see the tall, dark haired man smiling at him. Jisung cringed at his expression.

He glared at the stranger momentarily before his gaze was torn back by the shriek of Felix, who had been hoisted up and dunked under the water by a pair of men. Jisung's eyes widened, the beginnings of panic threatening to rise only to dissipate slightly when Felix emerged looking happy and safe. Of course he was fine. Felix loved to swim, Jisung reminded himself.

He, on the other hand, never learned how to swim well enough to feel comfortable submerging his head. He started making his way to Felix only to be stopped by two hands gripping his waist. His eyes widened in fear when he realized what was happening. As he was lifted into the air he felt panic grip his airways tight. He wanted to yell at them to put him down, to scream, to do something. All he managed to do before he was submerged into the salty depths was lock eyes with Minho, his round, frightened eyes pleading with the older's to rescue him.

His entire body tensed as he was submerged in the dark, salty depths. He clenched his eyes shut tight, his body curling in on itself. He was so scared. It was shallow enough to touch, but his mind couldn't rationalize past the icy fear that had swallowed him whole. He was frozen underneath the water, unaware of how much time had passed.

He heard the muffled sounds of voices above the surface. Something was happening that he couldn't quite comprehend. He heard Felix's voice shout something before his ears latched onto a very familiar voice. Minho. He sounded pissed. 

Then, he was being lifted. Two strong arms gripped him, pulling his frozen body out of the water. When he surfaced, his lungs finally gasped in the oxygen his panicked body was begging him for. He couldn't slow his breathing, tears coming quickly as his emotions overwhelmed him. He was so scared. He was so stupid.

Jisung was vaguely aware of being cradled to a broad chest and carried to shore. The strong hands wrapped him in a towel before settling them in the warm sand. Jisung pulled tightly to his savior's chest. Somewhere in his mind, he knew it was Minho. He whimpered softly as he buried his tear-stained face into the plush skin of Minho’s chest. His hands were trembling as the older’s encompassed them.

Jisung knew he was having a panic attack. He'd had them before, but it had been a while. The combination of his heavy emotions with the panic of being submerged must have brought everything to the surface.

Minho calmed him, held him, and reassured him by murmuring, “Your safe,” and “I'm here,” until the younger finally stopped trembling. He'd never felt so safe with someone before. He couldn't believe how seen, known, and understood the man made him feel. He couldn't just pretend he didn't have feelings for him. No matter how hard he tried not to think about it, he couldn't deny the way he felt. He might be in love for the first time. With Minho. It was both a relief and frightening to admit to himself.

Jisung turned his head to gaze up at the older man. When their eyes met, a new wave of relieved tears threatened to spill. He was acting so weak. He'd never had his confidence shaken so thoroughly. He found that he liked it when it was Minho.

Minho’s eyes searched Jisung’s when they met. “There you are. Feeling better?” The words were spoken so sweetly that Jisung nearly melted into the sand. He nodded. “Is everything alright? I've never seen you like this.” Minho's tone was soothing and warm.

Jisung wasn't sure how to explain exactly what led to his panic attack without confessing his feelings completely. So he opted to go with a simpler answer that was still the truth. 

“I don't know how to swim,” Jisung admitted sheepishly. “It's okay when my head is above the water, but I panic when I have to be fully submerged. I've been like this since I fell off my dad's boat as a kid.” It was easy to confess his fears to Minho.

Minho squeezed him comfortingly. “That must have been really scary. That punk shouldn't have touched you without asking. Want me to beat his ass?” The older teased playfully. His tone was just serious enough, though, that Jisung thought if he said the word, Minho would do it.

Jisung giggled at the thought. “Are you sure an old man like you could take him?” His anxiety had all but melted away. 

Minho huffed a laugh. “Maybe I couldn't take him, but I know I can take you.” He held Jisung tightly to his chest before tickling him mercilessly. Jisung shrieked and laughed at the attack, struggling to breathe between his giggles. He only let up when Jisung begged him between breaths for mercy. “Feeling a little better?” He asked.

Jisung nodded. He was definitely still feeling emotional, but the panic had subsided. 

“Good. Now, are you ready to tell me why you've been avoiding me?” Minho questioned. He had a playful tone to his voice, but his eyes betrayed that he was hurt. Jisung had never meant to hurt him. His stomach twisted painfully. He hesitated, the tears from before already threatening to return.

A small hiccup bubbled up with a sob at the reality of the situation. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Minho.” He sniffled. “The summer is almost over and I–I…I'm not ready for it to end,” he admitted.

Minho nodded. “You can always visit California again on your next break. There's no need for all these tears, right?” Minho teased lightly. He looked alarmed when Jisung sobbed again, though. He ran his fingers through Jisung's wet hair, pushing it away from his face gently. 

“It's you,” Jisung choked out. 

“It's me?” Minho looked shocked. “Have I done something to upset you, Jisung? It wasn't my intention.” He looked sad. Jisung couldn't let him misunderstand.

“No!” Jisung shook his head. “You're too good. Too sweet to me. You're beautiful and sexy and funny. You're so mature and smart and I'm just…me.” Jisung sniffled. “I've had so much fun with you this summer and I'm not ready for it to end,” Jisung admitted. Now that the floodgates were opened, he couldn't stop the words from falling. “I know it's just sex. That's what we agreed on in the beginning and I tried not to have feelings for you, I promise I really tried. But I can't help how I feel, and you probably think I'm just a silly fling and once I go back h-home you'll find someone new. Someone better than me. And I'll be at home stuck thinking about the best summer of my life and about you…and...” Jisung trailed off, casting his eyes down to his hands, now fiddling in his lap.

“Jisung,” Minho said. When the younger didn't acknowledge his words Minho repeated it again. “Jisung. Will you look at me please?” Jisung raised his eyes to meet the olders’, tears still threatening to fall at a moment's notice. “I need to know that you understand me when I say these words, alright?” 

Jisung nodded, bracing himself for the inevitable rejection he was about to receive.

“This has never been just sex for me,” Minho stated, his eyes burning into Jisung's. He paused to let the words sink in before continuing. “You aren't, and will never be ‘just a fling’ to me.” He paused once again, taking Jisung’s hand in his and squeezing it. “I have been trying to respect the rules you put in place. You said you wanted just sex, so that's what I've been giving you. Are you saying you want more than just sex?” Minho looked hopeful as he stroked his thumb lovingly across Jisung’s knuckles. 

Jisung let the words really sink in. He wasn't just a fling… Minho was just respecting his wishes… his brain spun as he tried to grasp and accept what the older was saying.

“But the summer is going to end. And I won't see you again,” Jisung countered, barely a whisper. 

“Jisung, I may be crossing the line by saying this, but have you considered staying? There's a college of music and arts just a few miles from my house. I understand if you don't want to stay with me, but I could help you afford your own apartment. There would be so many more opportunities and internships here for your music, too. You could work at the dance studio for some extra cash and…: Minho trailed off, meeting Jisung’s eyes meaningfully. “What I'm saying is that you don't have to leave. If you don't want to.”

Jisung looked at Minho wide-eyed. “You… you want me to stay?” Jisung repeated. He needed to hear him say the words again.

Minho cupped his cheek in his hand. “Yes. It's selfish of me, but…I want you to stay, Jisung. If you want to, don't answer now. Just promise me you'll think about it.” Minho smiled at him.

Just as the words were really settling in, Felix's deep voice sounded in the distance. “Dad! Is Jisungie okay?!” His voice was growing closer, causing Minho's grip on him to loosen slightly. Jisung couldn't help the slight disappointment he felt. He was relieved to see his friend, though. 

“I'm okay, Lixie. Sorry if I worried you.” He smiled up at him.

The three decided they were ready to go home. Minho insisted on carrying Jisung the entire way. Jisung noticed Felix looking at them curiously.

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Jisung did a lot of thinking over the next few days. Minho had made a valid point. Besides the glaringly obvious reason to stay, which was, of course, Minho himself, there were legitimate benefits to moving. If he wanted to have a successful career in the arts, his success rate would much higher here. There were also a ton more opportunities.

He'd done some digging and emailing with his college advisor. Apparently he could actually transfer pretty seamlessly. Since he was already going to school for music and art, his credits lined up well with the art college here. 

His parents traveled for work, so it wouldn't make much of a difference to them one way or another. He was paying his own way through scholarships and student loans anyway. He went ahead and sent an application to the school of arts in town. It couldn't hurt to apply, and if he got rejected at least his decision would be easy.

Even so, it was a big decision. He didn't know if he could stand to leave Felix. He needed to talk to his best friend about it for sure. He'd been avoiding Minho for almost a week since the beach incident, needing time to think clearly. Before he could bring up the topic to Felix though, his friend sat him down.

“Jisungie,” he started, reaching for the brunette's hand to fidget with his fingers. “I think I want to transfer schools. Here in California. There's this art college a few miles away that I've been eyeing their dance program.” He looked ashamed, like he was betraying Jisung or something. Like Jisung wasn't thinking of doing the exact same thing. Felix rambled on, assuring him he'd visit on breaks and that they would still be best friends. Jisung listened, processing the words before finally interrupting.

“Lix, we really are twins. I've been thinking about transferring here, too. But I was scared it would hurt your feelings if I left you,” Jisung admitted, beaming at his bestie. 

Felix beamed back at him before throwing himself into the brunette's arms. “SUNGIE! We can transfer together! This is the best news ever. I was so scared you'd be mad at me!!” He squeezed Jisung tightly, rocking them back and forth.

“Lix, I'd never be mad at you. I'd miss you like crazy. But I wouldn't have been mad at you,” Jisung assured. 

Felix pulled back suddenly. “Have you applied to the college? Have you told your parents? Where will you stay?” A million questions were fired at him, all of which he answered–leaving out the bit about possibly staying at his dad's house. He knew he'd have to tell him eventually, but he wasn't ready yet. And he wanted Minho there, too.

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Another week passed and the end of the summer was nearing more quickly than Jisung was prepared for. He'd been friendly with Minho, but he couldn't allow himself to be happy and excited just yet. He had to receive his acceptance letter first. He used the excuse of having to focus on writing his paper about Minho and his dance studio, which wasn't a lie. He finished it by midweek and turned it in.

As if on queue, Felix burst into the room in a frenzy, two envelopes in hand. “Sung! They're here!” He yelled, frazzled. He plopped onto the bed next to Jisung, handing him his envelope. “Together?” He asked.

“Together.” Jisung nodded. There was so much riding on a silly piece of paper in a silly envelope. His heart was in his throat as they both began tearing the paper holding their fates inside. Each unfolding of the paper inside was torturous. When it was finally open, his eyes skimmed the words frantically. He relaxed only when he saw the words he was looking for.

Accepted

Felix’s shriek of excitement communicated all he needed to know. They both hugged each other tight, squealing and laughing like two little girls who got to ride a pony for the first time. It was a good thing Minho wasn't home, or else they would have a lot of explaining to do for the scene they were making. 

“We have to celebrate!” Felix exclaimed. Jisung faltered in his excitement. He wanted to tell Minho, but he needed to decide for sure what he was going to do before he did. 

“I want to celebrate, Lix. But I'm not sure I'm ready to tell anyone yet,” Jisung admitted. Felix seemed confused at first, but he nodded in understanding. 

“Of course, Sung. We can always celebrate twice.” He grinned. 

Now, Jisung just needed to decide how and when to tell Minho. 

Felix made the where and when easy for him, though. The blonde planned a celebration bonfire, inviting, of course, his boyfriends under the guise of being Minho's closest friends. He also invited a handful of friends he'd kept from his childhood. Jisung planned to stick by the fire, hopefully with Minho. He wanted to tell him tonight. He'd finally made his decision.

Along with his decision, though, he knew they'd have to come clean to Felix, which was the scariest part of all. He didn't want to lose Felix over this, but he also couldn't deny his feelings.

On the night of the bonfire, Jisung took extra care to doll himself up. It wasn't anything crazy like the night he'd gone to the club, just jeans, vans, and a sweater that all fit him well and would keep him from getting cold in the night air. When Minho had seen him, he complimented his outfit with a sweet smile. Jisung felt terrible for the distance he'd put between them, but he intended to remedy it tonight. Hopefully, Minho still wanted him.

Felix had gone to the beach earlier in the day to prepare and get things ready. He also spent some of the day surfing with Chan, but that was information only Jisung was privy to. So he and Minho made the trip to the beach together, soft music keeping the car from being totally silent. 

The night was full of fun. Anywhere Felix went was sure to be exciting and eventful. Jisung met lots of people, including Chan and Changbin, who he greeted with a smug smile. He watched as the trio played beach volleyball with a few other people. Jisung couldn't help but admire the way the two older men looked at Felix. It was obvious that they adored him. 

Minho had disappeared for part of the night, chatting with old friends and celebrating his son. Felix had managed to sneak away a while ago, texting Jisung that he was celebrating the second part of his night at Chan and Binnie's house. Soon enough, the sun was setting, and the two found themselves alone by the fire. Minho plopped down into the sand next to Jisung with an ‘oof’. The man had been drinking, Jisung could tell from his cheeks and ears, which were stained red. 

“It was a great party,” Jisung offered, smiling at Minho. “I'm really happy for him.” The brunette looked at Minho, admiring his profile. He could get lost mapping the incline of his nose and the symmetry of his features. He was truly beautiful. It almost took Jisung’s breath away.

Minho turned to look at Jisung as well, a blush creeping over their cheeks as their eyes met. Their eyes both shone, the reflection of the moon off the waves and the fire illuminating them. There was a sadness behind Minho’s, which Jisung had come to recognize in the past two weeks. Even when they were happy or laughing, the same sad undertones remained when Minho looked at Jisung. It was time. Minho deserved his answer. 

Jisung swallowed down his nerves and turned his body to the older. “Hyung,” Jisung started, looking at him with conviction. “I’ve made my decision.”

Minho’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the topic change. His expression was unreadable, probably not wanting to influence the younger with his own emotions. Jisung reached into his back pocket to retrieve the folded envelope that held his acceptance letter, handing it to Minho. The older opened it immediately, eyes scanning quickly over the words. Jisung’s heart kicked into second gear as he watched him read.

“I still have some things to work out, and obviously we need to chat about my living situation, and we need to talk to Felix and–,” He was cut off when Minho’s body all but tackled his, causing Jisung to fall onto his back in the sand, Minho hovering over him. 

“Say the words, Jisung,” Minho requested, eyes pleading. Jisung stared up into the older’s deep brown eyes, his heart swelling with affection for the man he’d grown so close with over the past few months. 

“I’m staying,” Jisung confirmed, beaming up at Minho. He barely got the words out before Minho captured his lips in a tender kiss. As strange as it was, kissing was something that they hadn’t done much of. It felt different. Nice. Like Jisung made the right decision coming to LA, and even more so like he made the right decision to stay. Minho’s lips tasted like the warmth of summer and felt like coming home after a long trip. It was comfortable, new, and somehow familiar all at the same time. 

There was nothing rushed about the movement of their lips, pressing together lazily to the sound of the waves. No rushed touches or filthy words, just the tenderness and adoration that had been there the whole time, waiting to bubble over. When their tongues entwined, Jisung melted completely into the moment, soft, pretty noises made between them and only for their ears.

Jisung wasn’t sure what time it was when they finally untangled from one another. The moon and the stars hung in the sky, indicating that they’d been lost in each other for some time. His lips were swollen, and he was happy. So happy. “I really like you,” Jisung confessed, cupping Minho’s cheek in his hand. “I really, really like you.”

Minho looked taken aback but smiled warmly. He placed his hand over Jisung’s on his cheek, pulling it away to kiss his knuckles. “I really like you, too, Jisung,” he confessed. Maybe it was too soon to call it love; maybe it wasn’t. Some would probably call their confession juvenile, but Jisung thought it was perfect. Innocent. Pure. 

Minho kissed Jisung again before pulling back. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured. The older's lips trailed across his cheek to his jaw, then to his neck. Minho gently placed wet, warm kisses to Jisung’s sensitive flesh. 

Jisung giggled, running his hands up and down the man's back. “Should we go home? Felix will be out the rest of the night.” Jisung bit his bottom lip suggestively. He felt Minho smile against his neck.

Jisung yelped as Minho scooped him up bridal style, kissing his cheeks. “Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Han?” 

“Mm,” Jisung grinned. “Are you open to being seduced, Mr. Lee?”

“I could be persuaded,” he teased. 

Jisung wrapped his arms around the older's neck as he was carried to the car. He'd been carried by Minho many times before. It seemed like it was becoming their thing. Minho's shoulders were so broad and muscular compared to his own. It made him want to swoon.

Minho kissed him slowly once again when he deposited Jisung in the passenger seat.

Jisung snaked his hand onto the older’s thigh, squeezing. “Drive fast,” he teased.

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Anticipation zipped up Jisung's spine when they pulled into Minho's driveway. Even though they'd had sex many times, he still got just as excited. Jisung hopped out of the car excitedly and scurried inside, yelping when Minho slapped his ass, hot on his heels.

They fell into Minho's bed, laughing between kisses and beaming smiles. Jisung couldn't believe how right this felt. How happy Minho made him.

Minho pressed Jisung onto his back, stripping their clothing between languid kisses. Soon enough, Jisung laid bare beneath the older, their mouths never separating for long.

Jisung pressed gently on Minho's chest. “Let me suck you off,” he offered. He was surprised when his wrists were captured by Minho's hands and placed above his head.

“Let hyung take care of everything tonight, okay?” He quieted any disagreement Jisung had with sweet kisses against hips, lips, nose, and cheeks. 
His lips and tongue mapped a chart of the dips and curves of Jisung's body, leaving not a single inch unkissed or uncherished. He kissed each freckle and blemish like he was mapping a constellation of stars, awe written on his face with each press of his lips.

Jisung hadn’t known that sex could feel like this. Minho hadn’t even penetrated him, but he felt so wholly loved and sated from this alone. He was sure he’d be covered in hickeys and marks come morning, but all he felt was joy at being claimed in such a public manner.

The older traced his rim languidly with his fingertips until Jisung was trembling. Minho fingered him open gently as he laved kisses on Jisung's pert nipples. He couldn’t help the pretty sighs and sounds he made. Each movement of Minho's fingers and tongue was so intentional—the older man fully focused on the younger's pleasure.

Jisung felt like he was in a daze when Minho left him briefly to retrieve a condom. Jisung furrowed his brow and swatted Minho’s hands away as they attempted to open the foil packet.
“Hyung,” Jisung murmured, eyes lidded. “I wanna feel you. All of you. Cum inside me, please?” His voice was airy and pleading; he needed to feel Minho's bare, unfiltered flesh everywhere. Against him, inside him, surrounding him.
Minho's eyes darkened, tossing the condom aside. “You want your hyung to fill you up, baby?”

The words were like music to Jisung's ears. “Yes, yes! Please Minho, please please.”

Minho smirked softly at him, capturing his pleading lips in a kiss before spreading the remaining lube over his length. He prodded Jisung's hole with his cock gently, breaching the rim with just the head a few times until Jisung was writhing beneath him with impatience.

“Hyung,” he breathed. “Please,” left his lips again and again like a secret prayer only for Minho's ears.

When he finally entered him, it was much slower and intentional than usual. Jisung felt every inch of Minho, filling him torturously slow. Jisung sighed happily when he bottomed out. He’d always loved the feeling of being full.

Minho's laughter was affectionate. “My little slut,” he cooed. “I love how happy you look filled with my cock.” The words could have been mean in a different situation but they were filled with warmth and adoration in this moment. Jisung didn’t feel ashamed; he did love to be full of Minho's cock. He was happy. It was refreshing to be known so thoroughly.

Jisung nodded blissfully. “Love your cock. Love being full of you. Just love you,” Jisung admitted. His eyes flew open when he realized what he’d said, but Minho was already beaming at him.

“I love you too, Jisung. I don’t know how I went this long without you,” he confessed. He finally thrust into Jisung fully, pulling a moan from the younger. “Love being inside you.” Thrust. “Owning you.” Thrust. “Making love to you.” Thrust. You’re so perfect, baby.” Thrust. “So damn beautiful.”

Jisung was glowing from the inside out. The affectionate words accompanied by the tender sex felt so good. He was so happy. Minho made him feel beautiful and wanted and cherished. Minho loved him. How could he have been so stupid to think he could ever be satisfied with just a fling? Minho was everything.

“Yours.” Jisung sighed as Minho continued taking him apart thrust by thrust. He was brushing his prostate each time he bottomed out, making stars bloom behind Jisung's eyelids.

“Mine,” Minho agreed. He tucked his hands under Jisung's ass, lifting his hips to meet his thrusts. Jisung's hands gripped the older's biceps tightly as he was jostled upwards with each thrust.
Jisung was close. He could tell Minho was close, too. “Want your cum, hyung. Please,” Jisung moaned. “Want every last drop, please give it to me.”

Minho's thrusts stuttered. “Hyung will give it to you, baby. Gonna fuck you so full,” Minho groaned, his thrusts picking up speed.

Jisung could feel his impending orgasm getting closer with each thrust. Minho was making love to him so well, and he felt like he was floating above his body. When his pleasure finally crescendoed, he gripped Minho tightly, the force of his release grounding him back in his body. He shook as more cum released from his aching cock with each well-aimed thrust of Minho's cock.

“Fuck,” Minho moaned. “So perfect. You did so well, felt so good for me,” he thrust into Jisung a few more times before his hips stuttered, spilling hot semen into Jisung's hole.
Jisung fucking loved it. He’d never experienced the intimacy of someone coming inside him, and he was definitely addicted. He wrapped his legs around Minho's torso as he tried to pull out.
“No, not yet,” Jisung whined. “Stay inside me. Please.” 

Minho kissed him in response, repositioning them carefully so he could tuck the younger into his chest. They remained like that, soaking up each other's presence and the residual pleasure.

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The pair were absolutely basking in the afterglow. Jisung was enjoying the feeling of Minho's slowly softening cock inside of him, dozing in and out of consciousness. They didn't register the sound of the front door being opened and someone running up the stairs. 

Jisung whined softly. Maybe he was imagining it, but he thought he heard someone calling for him. The next thing he knew, the door to Minho’s bedroom was being thrown open, and a very distraught Felix was standing in the doorway. 

Jisung shot up, wincing at the reminder that they were both naked and Minho’s cock was still inside him. When he moved, it slipped out, and the older's warm cum started to drip from his hole. Jisung looked at Felix, panicked. 

The blonde was staring at them in disbelief, his mouth agape. Minho finally stirred from his slumber when Felix turned on his heel and slammed the door shut. Shit. This was not how he wanted Felix to find out about them.

“Shit,” Minho said aloud, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let's get cleaned up. He probably needs a moment to process what he just saw.” He helped Jisung to the shower, cleaning him up tenderly.

Jisung wanted so badly to keep basking in the afterglow, but he knew he needed to talk to Felix. Despite walking in on them, he looked upset before that. He was supposed to be with Chan and Changbin. Something must have happened. He asked Minho if he could have some time with Felix first before they both talked to him.

When they were dried, and Jisung was dressed in some of Minho’s clothing, he made his way to Felix’s room. The blonde was crumpled on the bed, crying in earnest. It broke Jisung’s heart to see him look so sad and broken. He made his way to the bed, sitting beside the lump that his best friend had dissolved into.

“Lixie?” Jisung asked tentatively. He didn't know how Felix would react to him, given the way he found them. The blonde lunged into his arms, nearly knocking him off the bed with the force of it. 

“Jisung!” He wailed. “How could you not tell me about you and my dad. I knew something was going on with you two but I didn't know you were fucking him, Sung!” 

Jisung buffered for a moment. “Wait, you aren't mad that I'm sleeping with your dad?” He questioned, unsure.

“I mean obviously it was a bit of a surprise but the more I think about it you two really are perfect for each other.” Felix sniffled into his shoulder. “And it’s not like I have much room to talk, fucking my dad’s bestfriend and his husband.” Felix dissolved into sobs at the mention of them.

“Lix, did something happen, baby?” Jisung soothed, rubbing his hands along his back rhythmically. He was still trying to process the fact that Felix wasn’t mad about him fucking his father. “And you promise you aren't mad at me?”

“Ji, my dad looks happier than I've ever seen him. If that's because of you, then so be it. And I've seen the way he looks at you. I should have put it together completely before now, but he's obviously head over heels for you.” He pulled back to smile softly, still sniffling. “I will be mad at you if you hurt him, though.” 

“I promise I'll never hurt him on purpose. I-I think I love him, Lix,” Jisung admitted. Felix smiled in earnest at that. His best friend's approval warmed his heart. “Now, what's wrong, baby? I thought you were spending the night with Chan and Changbin?”

Felix sighed sadly, tears welling in his eyes once again. “I think I overreacted,” the blonde admitted. “They told me that we have to tell my dad about our relationship. They didn't feel right sneaking around and lying. Which, I actually agree with. And it's not like my dad really has much room to stand on since he's been fucking my best friend, huh?” Felix grinned mischievously.

Jisung giggled at that. “You're right, Lixie. Maybe we should all sit down and talk everything out. Why don't you call them over?”

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The conversation went better than Jisung expected it to. Chan and Minho both agreed that perhaps they should have been a bit more open with each other. After some discussion, the group agreed that it may not be conventional, but they can't help who they love. 

Felix cried happy tears when Chan and Changbin confessed that they loved him. Felix apologized for running away, knowing it must have worried them. 

There would definitely be more to talk about, but for now, the group decided it was late, and they should get some sleep. Felix returned to Chan and Changbin’s for the night, and Jisung and Minho snuggled up in the guest room that held Jisung’s belongings.

“So when I move in will I still have to stay in the guest room?” Jisung questioned teasingly. 

“Only if you're a brat,” Minho responded, smiling. “I'll tie you up in here.” He nuzzled his nose against Jisung’s neck.

“Mm, I might like that too much,” Jisung confessed. 

Minho hummed. “Well I'll just have to spank you, then.” He nipped the younger’s earlobe. Jisung felt heat unfurling in his gut.

“Hyung.” Jisung rolled his eyes. He turned to look at him with an Are you serious right now? expression. “You know I'll like that too.”

Minho chuckled, pulling Jisung closer to him. “I'll call you names, then?” Minho grinned. “Like slut or whore.”

Jisung swatted at him. “Are you trying to rile me up?” Jisung accused. “Because it's working,” he confessed, biting his bottom lip seductively. He straddled the older's lap, both of them smiling into their shared kiss.

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A few months later, Jisung had moved into Minho’s home. Felix had broken the news that he'd be moving in with his boyfriends, which saddened Jisung slightly. However, it did allow for lots and lots of privacy for the couple. Maybe too much privacy. Jisung wasn't sure when the last time a day had gone by that he hadn't been fucked. 

He wasn't complaining, though. There were worse ways to go than death by DILF.