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Minho feels he is in for a nice, chilled, day of couch-potatoing. He has his coffee. He has netflix loaded up. He has his emotional support hamster - Han Jisung. All points to a successful day off. Until-
“Hyung?” Jisung is buried 3 blankets deep into the sofa of their dorm, nose adorably poking out from the bundle where he is scrolling on his phone.
“Yes, Jisungie?”
“What’s a rope bunny?”
Minho nearly spits his coffee all over himself at the sudden question. He is suddenly very happy Jisung cannot get a clear line of sight from under his blanket cave - Minho is pretty sure he just saw his own dick twitch from the confines of his grey sweats at the implications of this.
“I-huh- what?” Minho asks intelligently, clearing his throat. “Where did you learn that, uhm, word?” Minho gives him a scandalized, wide eyed look.
Jisung stirs in his little heap of blankets to come face-to-face with Minho.
“Lix sent me one of those stupid quizzes from his magazines. It says here I’m a rope bunny.” Jisung is the perfect picture of innocence, blinking up at Minho, in a way that tells him if I don’t know something, my hyung will teach me because i’m so cute.
God, and does Minho want to give him the practical lesson.
Minho exhales, a puff of air sharply leaving his nose in his attempt to push out his lewd mental images. He tries to adjust himself subtly without drawing too much attention to his lap and Jisung gives him a quizzical look.
“And, pray tell, Han Jisung…What is the title of the quiz?”
“Hmm,” Jisung scrolls up his phone, tongue poking at his cheek, before reading out, “What’s your fantasy in - Ahhhh, I totally misread this.” Jisung playfully knocks his fist to the side of his head and sticks his tongue out his mouth. “Okay, nevermind. I thought this was a quiz to find like, what class of fantasy hero you are.”
“And you didn’t find the questions odd?” Minho asks, clearly not understanding how a quiz about kinks led Jisung to thinking this was about the entertainment genre of fantasy.
Jisung just shrugs and plops back down onto the sofa.
“Play the movie, hyung!”
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Weeks go by without another hitch. Both are busy with schedules and Minho is happy to put the awkward moment behind him even if it admittedly led to more interesting dreams than Minho is willing to admit to.
He needs to benchpress about it. Good thing he is at the gym.
His stupid attraction for his best friend is already a bomb waiting to explode and a constant source of teasing from Seungmin. Minho does not need anymore weird situations to remind him of just how much he would like to have Jisung writhing away under him while Minho pounds him into-
“Ouch!” Minho’s dangerously explicit thoughts are interrupted by a dumbbell hitting his foot. He blinks himself back to reality and sits up to look around, see who is at fault and - just like he was summoned - Jisung is meekly walking to the bench Minho is occupying.
“Han Jisung, do you want me decommissioned?”
“Sorry hyungie, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose… I just- the dumbbell slid and…”
“So you are saying this dumbbell is to blame for the attack on my unassuming foot?” Minho raises an eyebrow teasingly.
“Y-yes?”
“So who is going to massage my foot and make it better? Not the dumbbell I hope?” Minho wiggles his foot up in front of Jisung’s face, giggling at the younger man’s flustered expression before bringing it back down.
Something absolutely shocking happens then. Minho blinks and suddenly Jisung is kneeling between Minho’s legs, pouting up at him with wide eyes, hands coming up to rest on his thighs.
Fuck. Minho is just a man.
“Don’t be mad at me hyung, please. I swear it was not on purpose.”
Minho is relieved Jisung is blind, not wearing his glasses or contacts to the gym, and distracted is his natural state of mind, otherwise he would very likely pick up on how the tips of Minho’s ears redden and his traitorous pupils blow out at the possibilities of their new position.
The older man clears his throat and scoots away, coming to stand, where it’s safe from his Jisung fantasies.
“I’m not mad, bug. I was just teasing you, silly. Just be careful next time, other people may not be as benevolent as me, hm?” Minho chances a look at Jisung, all the while busying himself with putting the barbell away, and sees those beautiful lips opening in a charming, disarming, Minho-woud-die-for-him smile.
Minho just knows he will die young.
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Minho is usually a composed man. He is in his mid-twenties, he should have more self-control than this.
He is laying in bed, after a long day of practice, and he just wants to read his stupid boring book and fall asleep - but of course, Han Jisung has different plans.
Jisung is on a discord call with Changbin and Felix, playing one videogame or another. He asked Minho if he wanted to join, but Minho politely declined, softly caressing Jisung’s head and letting him know he would go to bed instead.
“Thank you bug, but I need some rest from- you know.” Minho had vaguely gestured at the computer, signaling his social battery is all empty for the day.
“Okay, hyungie, have sweet dreams.” Jisung had thrown him a kiss when Minho left the younger’s room.
Like Minho said, he is laying down in bed. Peacefully. Reading his book.
And, usually, Minho does not notice how thin the walls in their apartment are.
However- however - it seems that when Minho is desperately trying to shoo away all impure thoughts about his favourite person, this stupid dorm decides to shift its acoustic settings to let Minho have privileged seats to each little grunt, yelp and whimper Jisung lets out.
Minho doesn’t know what does him in first - hearing the sounds or knowing the others are likely hearing the sounds - but now he is haphazardly rolling out to bed, book long forgotten, and stalking back into Jisung’s room.
Minho doesn’t even knock before bursting into the other’s room, Jisung’s name on the tip of his tongue. When he looks up and at the younger man’s face to chide him for the noise, Jisung is flushed red, mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out.
Minho tilts his head slightly to try and see what’s happening on Jisung’s screen but the younger gets up quickly to block it with his arms, hoodie riding up his thighs and-
“Han Jisung…”Minho chokes out, “...why- why are you not wearing underwear? Actually. Nevermind. Goodnight.”
Minho bolts out of the room with the same rush of adrenaline he had bolted in with.
Well now, he figures, he knows exactly what dream!Jisung’s cock is going to look like. All pretty and flushed.
Minho drops in his bed with a pained grunt.
There is no god in this world. Why dangle the sweetest treat in front of Minho like that, fuck.
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After (what Minho thinks was) walking in on Jisung watching porno, a new rule is inserted into their otherwise relaxed dorm - Always knock.
Minho’s sanity is dangling precariously from the precipice. He has not known rest. He has not jerked off in weeks.
You could say that walking in on Jisung reminded himself of his own mortality, as it were.
Minho just knows that if he tries to even think about getting off, Jisung will knock on his door. Minho is sure the Universe is playing a long winded prank on him like that.
And even knowing this, Minho almost falls from his bed when Jisung bursts into his room and asks,
“Hyung, do you think I’m breedable?”
“Can’t you knock before asking something stupid?” Stupid because you clearly are- whatthefuck - whatthefuck - whatthefuck
“I did knock?”
“Did you?”
Jisung blinks twice, backtracks, exiting the room and closing the door. Minho uses the two seconds it takes Jisung to re-do his entrance to calm down. As much as he can.
knock knock
Minho sighs out loud.
“Come in, Jisung.”
“Hi hyungie.” He smiles, sweet and unworried as ever, “am I breedable? To you?”
Yeah, no, Minho is not doing this today.
“W-why do you ask?” Minho pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to stop his brain from melting out his nostrils.
“Well, you see, I…uhm…I found this tweet. Uhm.” Jisung fidgets with his hands in front of him.
“Spit it out, bug.”
“Uhm. It said- it said that- you definitely want to breed me and had a photo of you looking at me in one of the fanmeets.”
Now, who the fuck gave Han Jisung access to X.
Minho gets up from where he was sitting on his bed, walks up to Jisung and places his hands on the younger’s shoulders, giving him a tight smile and spinning him around and out of his bedroom.
“Goodnight, Jisungie.”
“B-but hyung, you didn’t-” Minho waves and closes and locks his door.”Yah-”
“Stop browsing the fandom tags, you freak!”
Unfortunately for Minho, he knows exactly what moment STAY were commenting on - it was the fanmeet where Jisung was doing the Ira Ira challenge. Jisung did look breedable as fuck and Minho’s brain went into overdrive with nasty thoughts of all the things he wanted to to do his best friend.
Seungmin made sure to spam the video on their private kakao chat. Just a short 20 clips of Minho forgoing blinking or any movement at all, too lost looking at Jisung. It’s a miracle he remembered to breathe.
Minho is not going to survive much longer, with the way his cock twitches at the memory.
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Minho is suspicious of the peace he is experiencing. It’s been a week without any incidents. They went to their group schedules. They went to their separate schedules. They ate together. They ate separately. They had the perfect, calm, no innuendo, no weird question, no unsolicited nudity, week.
It’s. too. peaceful.
Minho thinks it’s the calm before the storm. Maybe he is just on edge. He has been on edge quite a bit.
He sighs and gets up from bed. He has a day off. Jisung is busy recording. Perfect, just peachy perfect.
He loves Jisung. More than he probably should and in ways he is not too sure the other would appreciate. But. But. He needs some time alone.
Some adult time alone, without the possibility of Jisung doing or saying something that will keep him and Minho Jr awake at night.
Minho goes through his errands for the day and is just getting home when a message from Jisung comes in.
bug
hyungie
bb
jagi
my massage gun is being delivered today
can u sign for it pls x
min
ok 👍
And, just as Jisung had said, someone comes with a package and Minho promptly accepts it.
min
its here
as payment
i will break it in
bug
ok hyungie :3
ty ty love you bye
Minho decides he will do his gym workout and then take a beautifully relaxing bubble bath and use Jisung’s massage gun.
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It’s a couple hours later and Minho is happily stewing in a bubble bath, a glass of wine in hand, when he hears the front door open and close. So much for Lee Minho’s adult time.
“Jagi I’m home~”
“Hi, I’m in the bath, will come out soon.”
And why did Minho say anything? Like clockwork, Han Jisung comes and opens the door and makes himself at home in the freaking bathroom.
“Yes?” Minho’s brain is lagging. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Minho remains perfectly still as if he was being attacked by a wild animal. He can feel the blush creeping up his neck and wills the bubbles in the bath to not start dissipating now, lest he show Jisung more than they both bargained for.
“Rude. I came to say hi.”
“I’m butt naked in the bath?”
Jisung pouts and gives Minho his biggest puppy dog eyes.
“But I missed you hyung. Didn’t you miss me? Am I not your favourite anymore?”
Minho is tired. So tired. He cannot seriously be living through this right now.
“Not enough that I need you to see my dick when I’m taking a bath.” Minho notices Jisung leaning further, closer to where said dick is laying limp (and Minho begs it stays limp) and throws a wet loofah at his face “Yah!”
“W-what? You saw mine!”
“Not on purpose! What the hell, Han Jisung? What’s going on with you, seriously? Get out!”
“Tsk, okay okay, I’m sorry.” Jisung puts his hands up in mock surrender and mumbles something about what's a little dick sighting between soulmates as he walks away.
Minho brings his hands up to his face and grunts. What is this boy doing to him?
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30 minutes later…
“Okay, I’m clothed. Now you are going to pay.” Minho says, knocking on Jisung’s bedroom door, package from earlier in his hand.
Minho hears a dull thud followed by a faint fuck and a louder give me a minute hyung succeeded by aggressive rustling and then - the door opens, Jisung springs into view and- fuck, he looks like a wet dream.
In front of him, Jisung’s hair is mussed, his lips shiny and plump, eyes hazy, his clothes disheveled as if he just threw them on in a rush. Minho does the once over - hoodie askew at the neck, showing off the beginning of his collarbone, riding up at the waist, and sweats hanging loosely around the hips. He looks at Minho with eyes wide as saucers and a pretty flush coloring his cheeks.
Minho gives Jisung a puzzled look, but truly he is just hanging on by a thread himself, when his beautiful best friend just looks like that and Minho must what? act normal? He ultimately pushes into the room, waving the cardboard box in his hand and trying not to maul Jisung’s delicious looking neck.
“Since you want to see my body so bad, I’m having you help massage my back with your fancy gun.” He declares, trying very much not to think about Jisung, who is looking like that massaging any part of Minho’s naked skin - this was a stupid idea, Lee Minho.
“Ah- huh- okay i guess?” Jisung looks a little restless, eyes darting everywhere around the room, trying to pat down his hair and blinking repeatedly.
“What’s wrong, Sungie? You sure are acting strange today.”
“N-nothing is wrong. Why would something be wrong? Everything is great. H-here let me.” Jisung makes to grab the box and Minho raises an eyebrow, ever suspicious of Jisung acting strange (especially given these last few weeks), but gives him the package to open.
Minho sprawls on Jisung’s bed, face down on his pillow, while Jisung opens the small cardboard box.
“Come, take care of hyung.” Minho stretches lazily, “Hmm your bed smells like cotton candy jagi, have you been hiding candy from me?”
When Jisung takes too long to reply, Minho rolls to the side to look at Jisung who seems like he completely bugged out - Eyebrows shooting up into his hairline, cheeks perfectly flushed, mouth stuck in an ‘o’ shape.
Minho trails down to follow his gaze. In his hand is a…a…a massive purple tentacle shaped dildo.
“That’s not a massage gun.” Minho says intelligently.
As soon as the words reach Jisung, it’s like he reboots his brain in the most chaotic way possible.
He shoves the monstruosity back in the box, throws the box haphazardly on top of his desk. And it somehow hits his keyboard, which in turn unlocks his computer. (Use strong passwords yeorobun!)
Oh.
Minho can barely contain his amusement at what Jisung’s screen unlocks to. His eyes go wide, a hand comes up to stop him from cracking up laughing and now the not-a-massage-gun makes a lot more sense.
“J-Jisung…”
“No.” Jisung stands there, mortified in the light of the computer screen. Blushing so hard Minho is sure aliens can find him through infrared frequencies.
“Jagi.” Minho reaches out a hand, a small olive branch.
“Absolutely not.” Jisung curls down into a ball, as he usually does when embarrassed and whines, “Please, please can you just pretend you did not see anything?”
“You want me to pretend that I did not see the fanart of me as a sexy octopus hybrid?”
Jisung nods furtively.
“Wait. Is that wha-” Minho turns to the nightstand and starts opening the top drawer before he is tackled down onto the bed by a mortified Jisung.
“W-what are you trying to rummage into my drawers for, hyung?” He pouts, sitting timidly on top of Minho’s legs, blush still prominent.
Oh, this is just rich.
“Quick question Jagi - What flavour is your lube?"
“Cotton can– I mean!!!” Jisung groans, covering his face with his hands.
“Baby, look at me…” Minho chuckles, pulling Jisung further up until his legs are straddling Minho nice and snug. He can’t stop himself from teasing Jisung a little bit - “...have you been getting off to the thought of hyung’s big tentacles filling you up? Is that why your bed smells like cotton candy?” He squeezes at Jisung’s waist as the other man squirms, eyes watery, even redder than he was - if that is physically possible, Minho doesn’t know. He is not capable of thinking right now. Jisung straddling him, tensing up his thighs.
“H-Hyung! Lee Minho hyung! Oh my god? You cannot j-just-” Jisung swats a hand at Minho’s chest weakly, poorly concealing how the idea makes him whimper, clearly too embarrassed to function.
“Baby, did your dick just twitch in your pants?”
Jisung looks scandalized that these words would leave Minho’s mouth and mutters a “I’m moving countries” as he tries to crawl out of Minho’s lap.
Unfortunately for Jisung though, Minho has fast reflexes and loops an arm around his waist, locking him in place.
“Hyung, please!” Jisung refuses to look Minho in the eye, opting to hide his face in his hands.
Minho shuffles them around slightly, until he is sitting up against the headboard, with Jisung still safely pouting in his lap. Minho then grabs one of Jisung’s wrists and gently wraps his arm around his own neck.
“Baby, talk to me?” He brings a hand up to guide Jisung’s face to look at his and thumbs under his eye where a tear threatens to fall.
“I-I’m sorry, I know it’s disgusting, I-” Minho chuckles softly and squeezes Jisung’s waist. Jisung is so bright, but so dense about how Minho feels about him that Minho finds it all too funny now.
“You drive me insane, you know that?” Minho leans into Jisung, chest to chest, lips a breath away from Jisung’s. “I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”
He barely registers Jisung’s questioning but eager noise of approval before he takes the younger man’s lips with his, slotting together perfectly in a way Minho always dreamed of.
Jisung tastes sweet and like home. Like something Minho longs for but cannot name. Soft perfection.
Minho can barely control himself, licking and nibbling at his lower lip, asking for entrance. When Jisung parts his lips around a soft moan, Minho deepens the kiss further, a hand carding through the hairs at the nape of Jisung’s head, angling his head gently for more access.
“Fuck, hyung, I- ngh-” Jisung is panting against his mouth, voice low and raspy as it tends to get when he is nervous, but now with an edge of something more. When Minho entangles their tongues, briefly sucking on Jisung’s, he feels him grind down on his lap.
“Fuck, are you seriously not- like, how are you not w-weirded out by me?” Jisung asks, panting softly, when Minho gives his lips some reprieve to allow his mouth to explore along his jaw, down his Adam’s apple, nibbling softly at the exposed collarbone where Jisung’s shirt is disheveled.
“Jisungie, you really are dense.” Minho chuckles between kisses, “you cannot be serious? Me, weirded out by you?”
“I- I don’t know, h-ah-hyung,” Jisung moans out when Minho tentatively palms his bulge with his free hand. “You are always- always so calm and collected, I- ngh, I don’t know what you like. Or that - fuck- you want me like this?”
“Baby, of course I want you. I want you so much it makes me stupid and our fans put up posts saying I want to breed you, fuck.”
Minho detaches his lips from Jisung’s neck and looks at the boy in his eyes, looking for permission, reason - something - but only finds hazy adoration mixed in with lust.
“Look at you. All fucked-out already, bug?” Jisung looks straight out of Minho’s wet dreams. The older man lets his other hand roam down Jisung’s back, finding the supple flesh of Jisung’s rear and squeezing.
Jisung brings his hands up, slow and exploratory. He is tracing Minho’s biceps, his chest, the expanse of his neck. He brings one hand up to his cheek and the other cards into Minho’s hair, tugging softly and earning a soft groan from Minho.
And Minho never expected to see such reverence in Jisung’s eyes, such want, but what makes him snap is how Jisung leans in close and whispers in Minho’s ear I- I want you so bad, h-hyung. I- ah - I want you to split me open on that dildo, please, while I gag on your cock.
Well. Dreams do come true, Minho guesses.
“Jisung, are you sure, baby?” The words barely come out a breath.
Jisung nods and looks Minho in his eyes, his blown with lust and want. Minho could never say no anyway.
They shuffle around, layers of clothes coming off and lube and dildo being moved to the bed.
Minho always dreamt of having Jisung, his beautiful, sweet Jisung, under him, panting softly, pleading for Minho to do more.
And he is pleading, in the way his eyes shine when he looks up at Minho, in the soft noises escaping his lips when the older man softly bites at a sensitive spot, in the hands running along his arms, the legs pulling him in.
Minho can’t help but kiss Jisung all over his neck, chest, mapping the expanse of his beautifully tanned skin as he goes down.
“God, look at you, bug.” Jisung moans sweetly at the endearment “So pretty, so good.”
“H-hyungie, please.” Jisung finds the hand Minho is resting against his chest and pulls it down to where he wants Minho, “please touch me, I want you to- ngh-” His plea is broken by a moan, louder yet, when Minho brings one of his nipples into his mouth and suckles.
Minho thumbs at Jisung’s bottom lip and coaxes the younger man to open his mouth, two fingers inserting themselves and pressing down on his tongue. Jisung immediately understands what Minho wants and it tugs at the elder’s heart how in sync they are even when it comes to sex.
Jisung dutifully licks and sucks at the fingers given to him. He moans Minho’s name around the intrusion, asking for more.
“I will give you everything you want, baby. Let’s take it slow, okay?” Minho kisses his pec, nibbling lightly at the flesh there. He rubs at his other nipple, Jisung arching at the stimulation.
Once he deems his fingers sufficiently wet, Minho takes his hand back, Jisung whimpering at the loss. He wastes no time in giving him more by bringing his hand around his length and stroking him languidly, thumbing at the beads of precum gathering at the slit. He feels Jisung tentatively buck his hips into Minho’s fist.
“Min- ah”
“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart, hyung will take care of you, okay?”
Minho adds in his tongue, kitten licking at the head and stroking his hand through the length of Jisung’s shaft. He can see the pleasure building in the younger’s body, chest rising and falling with a flush and panting, head arching back, moans getting more frequent. Minho replaces his hand with his mouth, taking Jisung in as far as he can, tongue lapping around him. With his hands free, he pops the bottle of lube open and squeezes some of the cotton candy lube onto his fingers.
He uses his clean hand to push Jisung’s legs open, squeezing at the flesh in his thigh and watching the give. His lube lathered fingers come to circle around Jisung’s entrance in a light touch.
“Are you ready, jagi?” Minho asks, removing himself from around Jisung’s cock with a final lick along his length.
Jisung only nods, eyes hazy, blinking at Minho.
“Words, baby.”
“Y-yes, hyung, pl-please, I need your fingers.” Minho never thought Jisung would be this assertive in bed, but fuck does it make Minho twitch and ache when Jisung tells him exactly how he wants him.
Minho gently pushes one finger in, testing the stretch. It’s not long before Jisung is asking for a second and then Minho is stretching him around his fingers, pumping in and out rhythmically until Jisung is writhing, restless from Minho aiming at his prostate every other few pumps.
“Min-Minho, fuck, baby, please. Pl-please. Ahh- more, more-!”
He wants nothing more than to grant Jisung’s every wish so a third finger joins the other two on his next stroke, going in as deep as he can.
“Shit, Min, you feel so good.” Jisung moans, drunk on the feeling. He giggles, “I never thought I could- ah- have this. H-ngh- have you. Fuck-”
Minho peppers Jisung’s neck with open mouthed kisses, whispering praises into Jisung’s skin. He is nothing but a supplicant at the temple of Jisung. He wants to devote himself to his body.
After a few more strokes, Jisung’s hand is fisting at the sheets, pleading Minho to get the tentacle.
“Ah- I’m ready hyungie. Please, I want to- I want to-” Jisung’s delirious voice is Minho’s favourite sound, who would have known.
“Okay, sweetheart, let me just-”
Jisung brings a hand around Minho’s neck, leveraging himself to flip them around and next thing Minho knows he is laying against the sheets and Jisung is straddling him, kissing at his neck, grinding into him once, twice, before backing far away enough to look Minho in his eyes and give him a mischievous smile.
“You’ve done so well hyungie, I want to taste you now.” Jisung takes the dildo from Minho’s hand, grabbing at the lube bottle as well. Jisung rocks his hips against Minho’s in a madly slow pace as he lathers the toy up, licking a fat stripe across it’s length while looking directly into Minho’s eyes.
“Fuck, Jisungie you are driving me insane.” Minho squeezes at his thighs hard enough for Jisung to whimper and stretches his hand out to take the tentacle from Jisung, “Turn around, baby.”
Jisung promptly obliges and twists around so his back faces Minho. Minho snakes an arm in front of him and pushes his hips up, keeping his body up so Minho can work the toy into his hole. But he has another idea first.
“Ah- hyung, hyung what are you-” Minho hums, mouth latching onto Jisung’s rim and licking at his entrance. He smirks at the immediate body response Jisung gives him, cock twitching, legs trembling.
Minho breaks off with a wet sound, pleased with himself.
“Maybe another day then~” Minho sing-songs, bringing the tip of the dildo to where his tongue just was, prodding and pushing in tentatively.
Jisung hums in pleasure, his own hand coming down to wrap around Minho’s neglected cock. Minho swears the touch is electrifying, he immediately needs to fight the knee-jerk response of bucking up into the touch.
“Holy- shit, bug-” Jisung giggles, and Minho can picture his self-assured smile, knowing he is getting Minho to feel so good. As good as he himself feels.
Minho is pumping the toy in and out of Jisung, going further in with each pump, bringing the most beautiful noises out of Jisung, but then- then Jisung wraps his lips around Minho’s cock and Minho needs to ground himself, the arm around Jisung’s hips tightening its hold, a low groan escaping him.
Minho doesn’t think he will last long, but he will go down happily, coming undone under Jisung’s warm tongue, lapping so sweetly at his length, while he suckles on his tip. Minho cannot control his moans, limbs losing their strength and mind becoming hazy with pure lust.
After a particularly hard thrust of the tentacle, Jisung breaks away from his steady bobbing up and down Minho’s length with a broken moan, hips thrusting back to meet Minho’s rhythm.
“Mmn- f-faster, I’m close- I’m close-” Without warning, Jisung takes Minho back into his mouth, matching his pace, drool and precum leaking out his glistening lips with each bob.
“J-Ji- ah, jagi, shit, you are amazing.” Minho’s own release is drifting in closer and closer, the pleasure coiling in his abdomen.
Jisung is moaning, trembling, leaking and his movements become more erratic with each pump of the tentacle into him. He swaps his warm lips for a fist, panting hard.
“H-hyungie, ah- come for me.” He whimpers, “I want you to come with me.”
Minho fucks into Jisung’s fist, not being able to stop himself and mutters a low fuck as he brings his tongue to join at Jisung’s hole, the extra stimulation having the younger man keening high in his throat.
Jisung finally spills after three, four more angled thrusts and Minho helps him ride it out as Jisung’s moans tip him over the edge too.
Minho carefully removes the dildo, trying not to overstimulate Jisung too much as the younger man hisses at the shift. Minho leaves a soft kiss on each of Jisung’s cheeks and helps him lay back down onto the bed.
Jisung giggles.
“Fuck, that was perfect.” Jisung looks up at Minho, who is just looking back at the younger man with the dumbest smile on his face. “I- uh, why did we wait this long?” Jisung laughs, heart shaped and content, eyes crinkling.
“Fuck if I know, baby. But,” Minho moves in closer to Jisung and wraps himself around him, head laying on his chest, fingers splaying across his chest, over his heart. “I am not letting you go now.”
He tilts his head to look up at Jisung, and his beautiful boy is smiling back down at him, sparkling eyes. He nods solemnly,
“Guess you could say I’m wrapped up in your tentacles.”
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